Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 20:41:28 -0500 From: James Barrett Subject: The Inseparable Coil chapter 2 Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read Chapter 1 and are continuing to read! Feel free to email me if you liked the story; I'd love to hear from you. If you are able, please consider donating to Nifty to keep this great site absolutely free: http://donate.nifty.org/ I will be donating as much time as I can to continuing The Inseparable Coil as well as writing new short stories and other projects. If you'd like to support my writing journey (which would allow me to devote even MORE time), please visit my Only Fans account (https://onlyfans.com/jamesbarrettwrites - no nudes, just stories). Subscribes will get early access and exclusive short stories. However, chapters to The Inseparable Coil will ALWAYS be free and available here on Nifty. Chapter 2 After leaving the palace grounds, I took the main road through the kingdom. The Rose Road, called so because on a map it carved a slightly curving line through the middle of the kingdom and each side-road that jutted out looked like thorns on a stem. The bud of the rose was the palace of King Rennick. Some people even nicknamed it the Rose Palace. I turned to look back at the last tower of the palace. It was the only home I'd known during my time with Talin-Na. Every memory before that had been taken from me. But worrying about the past, about the memories I no longer had, it wouldn't serve me on my quest. I turned away from the palace and continued down the road. This journey I would have to make alone, without my master, my memories, without anyone. Only my thoughts provided companionship as I walked. The Rose Road would take me all the way to the border if I stuck to it. But as Talin-Na said, I would have to take one of the thorn roads to the north, at the village of Shel-lar. I had never been that far east, not to the border, and certainly not to the Arturian Empire. How different would the Arturia be from my own kingdom? I always imagined it to be a desert-like place, barren and sweeping, but this was only ignorance. Perhaps Arturia was just as beautiful as Selenia, if not more.   I didn't know how long it would take to get to the border, but I guessed it would be a few days. It's not that I worried about the trek; I was fit enough to handle it. Practicing magic saw to that. When I first started my apprenticeship with Talin-Na, I was skinnier than a guard's spear with no strength to speak of. But by the time I had mastered water magic and moved on to air, my body had transformed. My once thin arms, legs, and torso reshaped into sinewy muscle that stretched under my skin. Everything else was the same. Sandy brown hair that I wished curled and waved, but instead laid straight as a board. I constantly brushed it back out of my hazel eyes, though I never let it get too long. I preferred it that way. I liked this new version of me. It gave me the confidence to seek out my nightly encounters, the things I enjoyed most. But even with my fit frame, I'd still need to take rest. I might have to find an inn along the road to stay the night; it was already past midday. I could afford it; I had the coins in my bag that Talin-Na gave me. What if I needed them for something else, something unexpected in the future? I had no way of making more money and who knows what this journey might require. I could camp somewhere, a place just beyond a village, on a hill, or in a glen. But I would need to camp once I reached the Grey Forest, so why not enjoy the comforts of a warm bed now? Soon my thoughts turned to the aching feeling in my pants. After my session with my master, I was aroused but still had not released. My cock pressed up against the firm leather. Could passersby see the bulge it left? I had to admit, the thought of someone noticing my hard cock beneath my pants made me even more excited, if that were possible. But of course, it was possible. I was always aroused. Even after I came, it was never long before I was hard as stone again, looking for a new way to get off. I was always on the hunt too, either wishing my master would take our sessions to the next level, or wandering the palace to see if I could find a randy guard to pleasure, or even just looking for a new place to stroke my own cock. It was unexplainable. The connection between sex and magic surely didn't help. Every time I cast a spell my dick would grow. After training sessions with Talin-Na, if my master didn't take me then, I would retreat to my room and frantically stroke my cock for release. Would my master be as confident in my success if he knew how often I thought of cock and sex? As much as it pained me, I forced myself to think about the mission ahead. I reached into my bag and retrieved the map Talin-Na had enchanted for me. Along the Rose Road, a small triangle drawn on the map continuously rotated and moved ever so slowly in an eastern direction. That must be me. The symbol would always show me exactly where I was, so I would never be lost. I glanced down at the king's seal and remembered the spell my master had cast on it before I left. He said it was for protection, but maybe this was how my location was tracked on the map? According to the map, I was currently in between the villages of Avren and Cynla. If I could make it to Cynla before nightfall, I could find an inn there. I glanced up from the map and stared out at the road before me. Nothing but farmland for miles. No inns for the weary traveler. If I stopped at one of the farms and showed the owner the king's seal, would they let me stay for the night? Surely a little hospitality could be expected for an emissary of King Rennick. I passed farm after farm, and as the sun fell just below the horizon's yellow line, I decided I would stop at the next house I saw. I was in luck. The next house happened to be a sizable manor, set back a distance from the main road, a stone path leading up to its door. These weren't the one-room cabins I had seen dotted along the road, the dwelling of a humble farmhand. This was the two-story estate of a prosperous owner. I dashed down the stone path, nervous about the interaction ahead of me. King Rennick was well admired, there should be no reason why his seal shouldn't carry as much authority as the king himself did. But I had never been a special emissary before, maybe farmers didn't care for Rennick. I knocked on the large wooden door, grand but plain, no ornate carvings like I was used to seeing at the palace. A dark-haired, dark-skinned man of middle-age greeted me. I gulped upon seeing him and felt a familiar stir in my leather pants. I had expected a large, pale man, used to letting his hired help work the fields, but this man was anything but. He was one who had spent many days in the sun, darkening his skin and hardening his body. His hair was longer and pulled back away from his face. "Hello, my name is Eytan," I stammered, unsure of how to start the delicate matter of asking to stay the night. I reached down and pulled the seal from beneath my robe and held it up in my hand, the light from inside the house catching the shining silver. The man's eyes widened at the sight of the medallion, recognition of the importance of the item spread across his handsome face. "Oh, please come in," he said quickly with satin in his voice. I hadn't expected the seal to have this swift of a reaction. What possible other things could this symbol bring me? The house's front hall was a sizable room with a hearth, stone walls, and a table for dining. Like the door, it was large and simple. But it was also warm and pleasant, the fire in the hearth already relaxing me. "I'm Kahl, this is my farm," the man said. I nodded, having already guessed as much. "What may I do for a representative of the king?" asked Kahl. "I'm sorry to trouble you," I said, deciding that politeness was in order. It would not do well to have word get back to the king that his agent had acted like a horse's ass. "I only need a place to stay the night. My journey is long, and I didn't know when I'd come by a proper inn. I was hoping you could help." "There's not an inn for miles. You were smart to stop." Kahl motioned to the table to sit. He smiled wryly and examined me up and down. "I'm sure we can host you for the night," he replied. There was something in the way that he looked at me. It made my skin tingle with nervousness, alarm, and yes, arousal too. "My man is just readying my bed for the evening, but I'll get him to prepare another room for you. Would you like some food as well?" Upon hearing him use the word "man," my mind went to all the usual places. But I realized he was probably referring to a servant who helped run the house and farm. Still, my thoughts are what they are. Despite my one-tracked, dirty mind, I also perked at the mention of food. I hadn't eaten since I started my journey, and my stomach hurt with hunger. "Something to eat would be wonderful, thank you. Nothing too much. I don't want to trouble you." Kahl smiled, "It's no trouble, milord." I grimaced at the title. I was no lord, not even close. But I also recognized that correcting Kahl at this stage would not do me any favors. I would be gone tomorrow at dawn, no need to become overly familiar with this man. Kahl left for a side room, the pantry I assumed, and returned with some bread, cheese, pieces of fruit, and wine. It was a simple enough spread and was probably the bare minimum he would provide, but to me, it felt like an abundance. I accepted the offerings gratefully. Kahl smiled when I reacted favorably to the wine. "From my own vineyard. I'm glad you like it. If you'll excuse me, one moment." He left towards the back of the house and ascended the stairs. I continued with my feast. Soft voices came from above, Kahl speaking with his manservant. After a moment, he reemerged into the room followed by a young man with blonde colored hair and skin as dark as his master's. But unlike Kahl's brown round eyes, this youth's were bright green and seemed to glow in the firelight. I wondered if manservants and their masters enjoyed the same kind of special relationship that mages had with their apprentices. The surprising and wonderful thing was, I noticed him staring at me as much as I stared at him. "This is my man, Aidan." Kahl introduced us and explained what he knew of who I was. I smiled at Aidan, hoping to gauge his reaction to me. I thought I noticed his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen like a child discovering a new toy, but it could have been my overindulgent imagination. "Aidan, if you wouldn't mind preparing a room for our guest." Kahl turned to me, "And perhaps a warm bath? If your journey has been long, it would be good to soak and rest." "That would be wonderful." I smiled again, liking where this evening was headed. What was the likelihood of keeping the king's seal after this mission was over? It seemed to provide a lot of opportunities. Aiden left without saying a word and retreated upstairs again. Kahl sat down across from me and poured himself a cup of wine. "Care if I join you?" he asked in a semi-rhetorical manner. "I'd be honored," I said and poured myself another cup. "What king's errand brings you this way, milord?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine. The red liquid brushed across his lips, and he quickly licked them clean. His voice was smooth like honey, deep and masculine. The familiar swelling returned. Luckily, the table blocked it from sight. I wasn't sure how to respond to Kahl's question. Play it off as something unimportant? Then he might press forward, and I would have no reason to deny telling him my mission. But I couldn't, it needed to be kept secret. "I'm sorry," I said, but then added, "good sir. But unfortunately, the reason for my travels must only be known to me. I trust you understand." Kahl nodded and winked. "Say no more, milord. I know it must be important. Simply trying to entertain my guest." He finished his wine in one large gulp and sat the cup on the table. But he didn't get up to leave, instead he kept his gaze fixed on me. I took a sip of my wine as well, licking my lips in the same fashion he had. It truly was a great wine. We sat in a bit of silence for what was probably only a minute but felt much longer. Soft pattering fell on the stairs again, and Aiden appeared once more and gestured to Kahl. "Your bath is ready whenever you are," Kahl announced. I thanked him and stood up from the table to follow Aiden. The second story was a long hallway, with a few rooms branching off. He led me to the first room on the right, and we entered. The furnishings inside were minimal but clean with a bed to one side and fireplace to the other. Aiden had lit the fire, the chute probably connecting to the hearth on the first floor. In front of the fire, sat a large copper bathtub. I moved across the room to the bed and put down my traveling bag. I briefly passed my hands over the soft blankets that sat on top of the mattress. I was looking forward to a good night's sleep in a warm room with a soft bed. "Let me know if there is anything else you need, milord. My room is just across the hall," said Aiden. I nodded at him, but he did not leave, lingering close to the bath. I turned toward him and started to unfasten the front of my robe. Aiden stepped forward suddenly, his arms outstretched toward me. My initial reaction was one of alarm, so I put up my arms, ready to weave a spell if necessary. Aiden mumbled, "Let me help you undress, milord." Well, I couldn't exactly turn that down. Aiden's hands went to the fastenings in front. He expertly released them, then stepped behind me as he removed the robe from my shoulders, hanging it on a nail on the far wall. He'd done this before, many times. The seal hung around my neck, over my bare chest. Aiden reached to take it from me, but I stopped him. I didn't want anyone touching it but me, just in case. I took it off and placed it in my traveling bag which was still lying on the bed. Now at the foot of the bed, I sat down on the edge and motioned toward my boots. Aiden took the cue immediately and got down on his knees and pulled them off. I enjoyed this immensely.   After my boots, the only item of clothing left was my pants. Aiden reached up to the waist, dug his fingers around the leather, and pulled them down slowly but with ample strength. With no undergarments, my cock sprang from its enclosure with force – having been hard for most of the day with no release – and hit Aiden in the face. A drop of my seed that had been leaking from my cock was left on his chin. Without hesitation, he wiped it with his hand and licked it off his fingers. After seeing that, I got so aroused I almost released the rest of my seed all over him. Despite my hard cock being right in front of Aiden's face, and no question of my arousal, he didn't take my cock into his mouth as I expected – rather wished – him to. He seemed determined to get me to the bath, and moved closer to it and motioned for me to get in. I stood up and strode across the room, naked and with my cock pointing toward the ceiling. I've seen a lot of cocks at their full hardness and most stick out in front of the man, as if pointing to something across the room. However, whenever I became aroused, my own cock stuck straight up, skyward. It was a strange thing to notice, but it also became something that I loved. I lifted my leg over the wall of the bath and eased myself into the steaming water. It was very hot, which felt perfect. I couldn't tolerate lukewarm water for a bath, the hotter the better. Aiden must have also added something to it because the water was milky white and smelled of lavender. I lay back and spread my legs in front of me. The water was deep enough that all my body below my chest stayed submerged. Not even my cock, standing tall and straight, pierced the surface. I looked back, hoping that now that I was bathing, Aiden wouldn't leave. I had no need to worry. He knelt beside the bath and produced a bottle of oil from somewhere unseen. He poured it into his hands and rubbed them together. More of the sweet lavender scent filled the room. He began spreading the oil across my shoulders, my arms, hands, and then to my chest, slowly massaging it into my skin. He moved down to the areas below the water, the remainder of my chest and my stomach. Though the water washed the oil away, his hands remained soft and smooth. It wasn't long before they made their way to my cock, skillfully stroking it. Finally, I would feel some relief, my hard cock and constant state of arousal having tormented me all day. And it would come at the hands of this beautiful young man no less. I gazed into Aiden's green eyes and moaned, letting him know how much I enjoyed it. I reached for his head and pulled him into a kiss, tasting his red-brown lips, his tongue entering my mouth. Feeling his hot skin made my dick spasm as if I were about to come, but only a small amount released, readying me for the large amount to follow. Aiden must have felt the spasm because he stopped jerking. "No, not yet, milord," he said and stood up. I had to admit, I was pretty sad he removed his hands from my throbbing dick but was also incredibly intrigued by what he had planned next. He retrieved a large towel that was sitting near the fire. Unfolding it, he signaled for me to stand so he could dry me. I did as he wished. The towel was warm against my already red-hot skin. Aiden dried my torso, arms, and head. I stepped out of the bath, and he continued with my legs, letting the cloth dry each limb and moving up towards my thighs and then to my cock. He gently padded the area around my dick before wrapping the towel around it and jerking it slightly again, both to get it dry and to pleasure me. At this point, my whole body was screaming for release. We moved closer to the bed, standing along the side, and Aiden hung up the towel next to my robe. Eager to please, he then knelt on the floor and took my cock into his mouth. Since it stood straight up, he had to bend it slightly to angle it in the proper direction. It wasn't always the most comfortable thing, but after feeling his warm mouth, it was all worth it. I had to actively work on holding back, so I didn't immediately erupt onto his face. He serviced my dick with the ability of an expert cocksucker, one who probably serviced his master every day and night. The sight of this beautiful man whose lovely lips were moving up and down across the shaft put me into absolute bliss. And Aiden shared in the bliss with me. He had quickly learned that if he straightened his back, making himself as tall as possible while still being on his knees, his head was slightly above my cock, and he could better maneuver his mouth onto a dick that pointed to the sky. What skill he possessed. My hands worked their way through Aiden's hair. I didn't want to control his movements; I wanted to encourage them. I was content to experience his expertise at its fullest.   I had been holding myself back from release for so long now, not to mention having been hard and leaking most of the day. With hot breaths I whispered, "Aiden, I'm going to come." This time, he didn't pull away and only moaned into my cock in assent. I heard a deep, powerful voice pierce my lust, "What are you doing!?" I looked over to the doorway and so did Aiden, taking his mouth from my dick and therefore stopping my oncoming climax. Kahl stood at the door, naked and watching us. His body was just as I imagined, hard and lean, dark and strong, from years of working in the sun. At first his cock hung from his body like fruit from a tree, but as I stood there in embarrassment, I watched it start to stiffen. Normally whenever I see a man's cock, it's already erect by the time our clothes are discarded, or it becomes hard due to the efforts of my mouth and lips. I don't think I had ever watched a man's cock reach erection in full view and without anyone touching it. But now it was jetting out straight towards me. "Aiden, go to your room. I'll deal with you later." Disappointment spread through me. Disappointment that this scenario would not turn into one involving all three of us, but I was hopeful that Kahl's naked form and hard cock meant I would still find release. Aiden got up from the floor and practically ran from the room, hanging his head in shame. If my mind had been clearer, I would have felt sorry and worried for him. I would have let Kahl know I encouraged the behavior. Instead, I focused only on the man in front of me, the light of the fire reflecting in his dark eyes. Kahl strode across the room toward me, his hair still pulled back in a tie. When he came close enough for me to feel the heat emanating from his skin, his pointing cock touched mine, and I felt a wetness sticking to the skin. Drops of either his seed or mine, but I didn't know which. "If you wanted a man in your bed tonight, you had only to ask, milord," Kahl said. His voice dripped with carnal desire. He placed his hands on my hips and spun me around quickly and forcefully. This was not going to be the intimate night I could have had with Aiden, but I was not at all disappointed. A man using me for his lustful urges and needs was a pleasure to me that never waned. I instinctively leaned forward, placing my hands on the bed and presenting Kahl with my ass. I wasn't the kind of person to brag about myself, but I had received my fair share of compliments for the part of my body Kahl was now gripping with his strong hands. He wasted no time spreading my cheeks apart and spitting onto my hole. Normally, saliva wasn't my favorite lubricant, but I didn't think I was going to have much say in this encounter, and that suited me just fine. If I know I'm providing pleasure for a man's more basic instincts, I'm content. As soon as Kahl had rubbed his spit all over his dick, he shoved it right into my waiting hole. A long stream of my seed shot from my cock upon feeling him enter me so forcefully, creating an intense pleasure throughout my entire body, and forcing a sharp yelp from my throat. While there was pain too, I had been fucked enough times to know how to take a thick cock like Kahl's. Plus, I had magic on my side. And with the sexual energy my body was creating, it was easy to magically push aside the initial pain and focus on the pleasure of having this man own my ass. As I predicted, Kahl fucked me furiously and roughly. His hands grasped my hips, using them as leverage to piston his cock in and out of my hole. To an innocent ear, his heavy grunts could be confused with anger and rage, but his rock-like cock told me he was enjoying every thrust. "Is this what you wanted, milord?" Kahl growled. "This big fucking cock up your tight ass. Is this why you came here?" The addition of his verbal assault filled me with desire and lust. I dared not reach for my own dick for I knew if I even touched it, I would come all over the bed. I didn't know how long this fuck session would last, but I wanted to keep my load until after Kahl released his own inside me. "Is this why the king sent you here?" Kahl continued. "To be a slut for every farmer you come across? To let his manservant suck your cock like a whore?" I responded only in loud moans and cries, not wanting to say the wrong thing. I briefly thought about what Aiden must be doing, listening to our fucking, perhaps jerking his own cock in rhythm to the sounds of Kahl's thrusting. "Does the king's whore want my seed?" Kahl shouted at me. "Yes," I responded breathlessly in between moans of pleasure. He was going to come inside me, and I couldn't wait. I reached up to grab my own cock, ready to come with Kahl. After the first spurt when Kahl had entered my ass, my cock kept leaking and now the blanket beneath me was soaked with my seed. The skin around my shaft and head was stretched to its max, and I could feel each pump of blood coursing through the veins. Kahl immediately slapped my hand away. "Don't fucking touch your cock, slut." Part of me was disappointed, the other part of me excited and thrilled. "Beg for my seed, king's-slut." I would remember Kahl calling me "king's-slut" for years to come. "Yes, fuck me hard, please," I panted. Begging was not something I was sure I was any good at, but the idea of it certainly made my cock stand up and pay attention. At this point, I would do anything if it meant Kahl giving his full load in me. "Breed my tight hole. The kind demands your seed inside me." That seemed to do the trick. "Fuck, here it comes, king's-slut," Kahl yelled, giving one final hard thrust before he unloaded his come deep inside me. I felt each throbbing pulse as he pumped shot after shot of burning hot seed. I used my ass muscles to milk his cock, making sure I had every drop. His breath became ragged as he started thrusting again, slower than before, packing his seed within. Every pump of his massive load brought forth a cry from my own throat. The familiar sensation of taking a man's seed washed over my entire body. I felt stronger, renewed, with more energy, more power. It was a strange sensation I had discovered when being taken by the captain of the king's guard, the first man to release his seed in me. For the next few hours, I had surged with an anergy I couldn't explain, my stamina increased ten-fold. I had also been more aroused than I had ever been before. I wanted to keep going but the captain was spent. I spent the rest of the night sucking every royal guard's cock I could find. This time with Kahl was no different. The feeling of strength and power flowed through me, straight into my cock which was a shock it hadn't burst on its own by now. As I reached down to stroke myself and finally release my seed, something cold and metallic touched my neck, pressing into my skin. It was also incredibly sharp. A state of fear quickly replaced the arousal I had been experiencing. I glanced down, moving only my eyes, and saw the blade of a dagger held in front of me by Kahl's strong, dark hand.