Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 10:29:49 +0400 From: Nell Bas Subject: the last feres/ the feri light 15 Happy Reading! The Feri Light Chapter 15 After Dorek's departure, I dozed off again. When I opened my eyes next, there were people in the room with me. To be more precise, they were in one of the two available beds. Now that I was thinking clearly, "they" were the ones who woke me. I hadn't seen their faces, so I had no idea who they were. Until one of them opened his fat mouth. 'Ouch! Be careful baby. I've got a broken arm here.' Ferard! What the hell was he doing here? No doubt he came to keep an eye on me. My blood boiled thinking of that traitor. I tried to ignore them, but being a Targ I was at a disadvantage. My body was already betraying me. I felt disgusted. Either way, my eyes were already seeking the couple. Ferard was flat on his back watching the other guy going down on his stiff cock. His left arm was in a sling while his right arm held his partner's head to his crotch. The ink wizard was moaning and trashing in bed. No doubt about it, he was getting some pleasure from the encounter, although, his mumbling sounded more like a well rehearsed response known to common whores like him. The man finally came up for air. He was panting like a horse after a race. He lasciviously grinned at Ferard as he sought out a kiss. Ferard grinned back. 'Wow! Where have you been all my life? I'm in love with that wicked tongue of yours. Baby, you are an expert. I wonder where you learned that trick.' The guy chuckled softly. I could sense he was holding himself back as if he didn't want to draw attention. 'Let's just say, you're not my first and keep it like that,' the guy said. 'Your secret is safe with me, baby. Now why don't you strip the uniform and show me what you can do with your magic wand.' Really cheesy. Ferard proved to be the slut I knew he was. So the guy was a guard. What's with that? I knew Ferard. Well, that wasn't true. What I meant to say is I know his kind. A slut like him does nothing without intent. I wondered what he's getting out of this. Quickly, the guard stripped his clothes off. Rugged, hairy, muscular, I must admit, he was truly a handsome devil. I could see why Ferard would be attracted to him. Ferard also managed to rid himself of his breechcloth. Spread eagle, he urged the guy to crawl on top of him. Like a Venus flytrap, he wrapped himself around his lover and thrust his tongue in his mouth. Their position brought back memories. That was Wren's favorite while we made love. A ripple of excitement coursed through me at the thought. Wren, I whispered, I miss you. Ferard's giggling brought me back to the pair. The guard reached for his prick and with a quick jab breached his partner's entrance. Ferard groaned for real this time. I would have been surprised if he didn't. The guy had a heavy horse cock between his legs. Even I was shaking with anticipation. To prove my point, Ferard began to whimper at his lover's thrusting. The guy's man muscle stiffened and grew more defined as he pumped hard into his victim. He was a stallion intending to breed his lover's ass. Yes, Ferard could no longer fake pleasure. The guard had stamina. He rode the slut good and hard. If I wasn't tasting bile I would be touching myself right about now. As it is, I was getting hot under the sheet. Although, I dare not move because I didn't want to be caught spying on the lovers. After a while the guy slapped Ferard on the leg. 'Let's change position.' Panting and sweating, Ferard slid out of bed, bend forward and leaned on his good arm while presenting his ass to the guy. With force and speed the guard continued his assault on Ferard. Eyes closed, Ferard moaned loudly and swung back and forth while trying not to lean on his bad arm too much. After what seemed like a fight between two Tasmanian devils, the guard flushed Ferard's bowel with a very animalistic groan. To my amazement, he didn't slow down. He kept pumping until he ran out of steam. Ferard shakily crawled back into bed and lay on his back. His face was flushed from exhaustion. The guy lifted Ferard's legs, slid his tongue between his butt cheeks and brought some cum for his lover to taste. They French kissed with groans and all. When he had enough, the guard climbed off the witch and pulled his clothes back on. 'I should go. My partner is outside the door. I can't leave him there by himself. We would be in trouble if the captain found me in your bed when I was supposed to be guarding you.' 'That's okay baby. I'll see you tonight for round two then.' The guard laughed. 'Still hungry for more I see. Unfortunately, I go off shift at dusk. Maybe tomorrow if you can wait that long.' 'Sure thing baby,' Ferard said laughing. The guard smiled. I followed him with my eyes to the door. The room grew awfully quiet. When I glanced back at Ferard he was on his side staring at me with a shit eating grin on his face. 'I hope you got off because I came three times already.' I rolled my eyes and repositioned myself so I would be staring at the ceiling. He laughed at my expense. 'What the hell are you doing here anyway?' I asked him. 'Aren't you supposed to be in the arms of the slashed face, idiot mercenary?' He chuckled again. 'He was a means to an end. I already got what I wanted from him.' I raised a brow. 'All right, but tell me. Why are you a prisoner like me then?' 'I'm here because the slashed face, idiot mercenary, as you put it, sold me off too,' he replied without any sign of grief. 'Huh? You're a weird guy you know that, right?' 'Tell me something I don't know,' he said. At least with this reply he showed some genuine feelings. The room fell silent again. Several minutes passed before Ferard spoke. 'Wren already forgave me for my part you know. In fact, I'm here because of him. He's been without news of you for almost a week now and it's driving him insane.' 'What?' 'You heard me. Now let me check that glyph of yours. I'm pretty sure the ink has faded with you being ill.' My body suddenly went numb. Wren is worried? He forgave the traitor? Has it really been a week? I barely noticed Ferard donning his breechcloth, much less him fixing my fake glyph. 'Wren, I love you atsa,' I whispered. 'He won't hear you. No one can. Our powers don't work here.' That's right, I thought. Our powers work on feri energy. It's in our food, water and the very air we breathe. There's none here, that's why I'm like this. But then something occurred to me. 'Like mine, your powers run on feri energy. Then how come you fixed my glyph without them?' Ferard grinned like a Cheshire cat. He trusted his good arm beneath my pillow and pulled out three lumium. He placed them in my hands. A warm fuzzy feeling washed over me as I squeeze the golf-ball size spheres. Every cell in my body became alive. When I opened my hands again, all three of them were out. I had drained them without realizing it. Ferard laughed. 'Don't worry. There are more in the dungeon. They trade them as currency down there. Although, most people use them because the energy has a pretty strong narcotic effect.' 'I know what you mean,' I said without going into details. I thought back to my predicament. I came to realize that I have Ferard to thank for my being conscious again. If he hadn't placed the lumium under my pillow, I would still be in a comatose state. 'I forgive you too,' I told him after a while to which he grinned. At the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean that night I met with Devlin. He sat with his head tilting back while rhythmically dangling his legs over the edge. It was so out of character for him that I had to laugh. 'Welcome back,' he said. 'Where were you?' 'I was not well,' I bashfully replied. Devlin smiled. 'I figured that much. But what happened to you?' I tried to explain, especially what the professor told me, about my condition. 'Does all this make sense to you?' 'It does actually,' he said getting to his feet and gazing right back to sea, 'but things are much more complex than what he told you.' I waited for him to elaborate, but it took him about a minute before he did so. 'The dark crystal he mentioned, one of its properties is to banish feri light. As a result it negates magic like the shallow pool and other crystals of power that are dependent on the sentient energy to function. However, it can't take away someone's innate abilities, only suppress them. It's a stronger version of the inhibitor collars. 'In your case, it affects you more because you're a feres. You'll get over it soon, I promise. After all you have gone through this before.' His words puzzled me. He chuckled. 'You went through the withdrawal phase when you took refuge in to the human realm.' What he said made sense but I couldn't remember. 'Of course you can't. Anyway, my point is you'll be all right and you will still have your powers.' 'Yes, but I obviously can't use them.' 'Yes you can. Your abilities, like any other Targ derives from your core. That's something the dark crystal can't get rid of. To regain access to your powers you only need a conduit. Unlike the others, you have it. But even if you didn't you could still get your abilities back. That is through sheer willpower. Most Targs don't realize this because they never believe in themselves. A few tries and they deem it impossible, therefore they have doubts. Doubt breeds fear and fear is the opposite of will.' I wonder what conduit he's talking about. 'It's your medallion, your Majesty.' I palmed the medallion and wondered if it would really work. 'I told you it will. That's the good news. The bad news is you'll need practice to get it right. And we won't be able to do it here in dreamscape. I'll have to be there in person.' He surprised me with that one. So, I'll be meeting him for real at last. 'Just one more thing. Do you trust me?' 'What?' 'Do you trust me?' With everything he's done for me, I have no doubt that I do. 'Yes,' I said. 'Good. I'll come by early tomorrow to start with your training.' .......................................... End of chapter 15