Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 15:55:24 -0700 From: Elryc Caledon Subject: The Prince - 5 [Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at morgorn1@hotmail.com] The Prince - Part Five Morien awoke in the early morning, after sleeping soundly in the Prince's bed all night. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up. The Prince was no longer in bed, and did not answer when Morien called out in a low voice to him. It did not take long for Morien to ascertain the Prince's apartments were empty, and the fires had gone out. Morien suddenly felt an air of intrusion, and so he hastened to locate his clothing, which had been so wantonly discarded the night before, and slipped into them quickly and quietly, before padding off down the hallway to his own room. There was a fire in the room, and Morien warmed himself beside it for a few moments, before deciding to go and bathe before breakfast. He gathered up some fresh garments, and then made his way down the passage to the bathhouse. There were a few other men there when he arrived, and they smiled and nodded at Morien as he entered the welcome warmth of the spring waters. After Morien had finished washing his hair, he asked the others assembled there if they had seen the Prince that morning. "Yes, he saddled his horse, and headed off towards the falls," said a man who was sitting close by. Morien recognized as being being one of the many men he had been introduced to the previous day by Bradbury. "Thank you," Morien responded, "Your name is...Sheppington, I believe?" "Yes," Sheppington nodded, and he moved closer to where Morien was seated, "And how are you getting on here?" Morien's throat tightened for a moment. The truth was, with Bradbury's departure, he was feeling restless and forgotten, as if he was peripheral to an event, which, as he remembered it, had taken place to remove him from an an existence that was both solitary and dangerous. Morien instinctually realized that his frenetic coupling with the Prince the prior evening did not mean a lasting relationship would form. Lust had been satiated, little more. "I am getting better at finding my way around," Morien gathered his thoughts, and smiled, "I feel in no danger of starving now that I know how to reach the galley." Sheppington laughed quietly at that, and the two men fell into an easy conversation. Morien found that Sheppington was highly intelligent, and widely read, and that he had lived at the hall for some time. Sheppington had a pleasing way with words; he was a man of taste and discretion. As the two men sat together in the steamy water, Morien grew fascinated with the economy of Sheppington's speech, his way of saying nothing except by hinted shades of agreement and disagreement; Morien longed to master it himself, as he suddenly felt very coarse and raw next to one who held such a mastery over language. Sheppington offered to take Morien, later that same day, to see the falls which Morien had seen from the top of the ridge looking down into the valley upon his arrival. Morien thanked him for taking the trouble. Sheppington was in, in fact, the housekeeper, of the great hall. Sheppington confessed it was not a strenuous duty, as all the men assigned to care for the household duties were hand picked because they loved domestic life, caring little for the outside world and so were content in seeing that everything proceeded in an orderly way within the hall. The two men decided to go and eat, and Morien followed Sheppington out of the water. Though he tried to be polite, Morien could not resist casting his eyes briefly over Sheppington's well-proportioned body. Sheppington was possessed of a a very broad set of shoulders, a narrow waist, which flowed into surprisingly well filled out buttocks, and he had long legs. He moved with an uncommon grace, and as he turned to help Morien dry off, Morien caught a glimpse of a thick, pendulous penis swaying enticingly out of a dark pubic patch. The two men dressed and headed to the dining hall, where they feasted on hot buttered toast and strong tea. After Sheppington had a few minutes conversation with another man about some arrangements for the supper that evening, he and Morien donned their cloaks and began walking in the direction of the falls. It took them about an hour to reach the falls, as the site was some three miles distant. The grounds were very beautiful, and Morien drank in the beauty of the surrounding countryside, with everything smelling of the sweet sadness of fall. As no specific duties had yet been mentioned by anyone to Morien, other than Bradbury's initial reference to a steward, Sheppington proposed a range of duties, involving the Prince's apartments, linens, and clothing. The Prince did not often visit the estate, and when he did, his visits were invariably without notice and of short duration. However, Sheppington preferred to keep the Prince's apartments ready to receive him at all times without notice. Morien agreed to this plan of action, pleased to have something to occupy his time, and pleased further still that such duties would leave him plenty of leisure time to pursue his plan of study in the library of the great hall. Presently, Sheppington and Morien reached the falls. They stood gazing at the falling waters for some time, for Morien had never witnessed such natural beauty, and thus was not inclined to leave in any kind of a hurry. There was a small building near the lake surrounding the falls, and Sheppington suggested they rest a bit there, and have a small meal, before returning to the hall. And so the two walked companionably towards the building, and Morien helped with starting a fire, and getting water ready for their tea. Though small, with only one room, the building was sturdy and well made, provided with a stocked larder, a bed, a fireplace with ample cooking utensils, and a roofed porch facing the falls. With the faint thunder in the back ground, Sheppington and Morien spoke but little, enjoying their mugs of tea, and letting the beauty of their surroundings while away the time. After they finished their tea, Sheppington moved and stood close to Morien, with almost a question in his eyes. Morien looked into his eyes, and then sighed with quiet pleasure as Sheppington turned his head to one side and cautiously kissed him. Without hurrying in the slightest, the two men undressed each other, and each reveled in the other's nudity when they were finally naked together on the bed. They writhed and rolled for some time on the bed, until Morien, somewhat to his surprise, found that he was on top of Sheppington's broad back, with his erect penis delving deeply into the dark, mysteriously delicious cleft of Sheppington's buttocks. Sheppington raised his ass slightly, making an a sound of approval and Morien smeared his engorged cock with oil, and slapped some quickly into Sheppington's cleft, then he eased his dick forward until it gently parted Sheppington's fleshy buttocks, and eased gently, but firmly, into his tight hole. Sheppington gasped, then moaned with pleasure as Morien slid all the way inside, balls deep. Morien was awash with pleasure, as the hot ass gripping his cock milked him pleasurably, all he could do was moan and thrust, gently at first, but with more insistence and power later on, until he was slamming vigorously into Sheppington's body. Finally, with a great gasp, Morien's semen flooded Sheppington's ass in great bursts, which left Morien completely drained and weak, and he collapsed on Sheppington's back. Soon Morien felt his cock deflate and fall out of Sheppington's ass. The two men lay quietly for a few more moments, before Sheppington stirred and rolled Morien onto his back, and then, raising Morien's legs, he gently penetrated Morien with his cock, which was considerably thicker than any that Morien had thus far taken, but Sheppington was so gentle, that Morien experienced no pain. Sheppington stroked deeply, but gently, into Morien's tight ass, and after a few minutes, he froze and gasped quietly as his balls tightened up and he unloaded his seed deep inside of Morien's body. After they both had slept for about a quarter of an hour, they rose and dressed themselves, and prepared to head back towards the hall. As they did so, the two men indulged in several lingering kisses, and Morien felt a strange feeling tugging at his heart, as he held the handsome man in his arms. "Do you feel it too?" Sheppington suddenly asked, as they headed out on the path towards to the hall. "Yes," Morien said, knowing exactly what Sheppington was referring to, with his usual brevity. "It is not too soon?" Sheppington shot Morien an intense look. "No, Sheppington, it is not too soon. It is just in time." Morien's throat tightened, and he could say no more, and Sheppington turned towards him, and kissed again, long and soundly. Shoulder to shoulder, they walked back to the great hall. And in the distance, in the eaves of the protective forest, the Prince watched them go, with both gladness and sorrow in his eyes. And other eyes watched them too, eyes that were both cunning and cruel, and full of hatred and envy, waiting for the time to strike. The eyes glared, until the Prince detected their presence and they finally fled, fearing his vengeance if caught where they knew they should not be. Nightfall began as Morien and Sheppington reached the hall, and valley settled into a peaceful, quiet slumber.