Chapter 7
Prince Raddyth had raged off back to their quarters in a snit, because he’d had a hard time adapting his fighting techniques for combat underwater. Jarrox started to go with him, but a hand on his arm stopped him. “Let him go, wizard,” Garajnare told him. “He needs to scream and hit something, and it would be best if that thing wasn’t you. Come with me.”
He let himself be towed passively away through the water, his heart hammering inside of him. Why did he feel so nervous? Garajnare’s big hand curled around his arm, and the touch on his bare skin was making him tremble a little. The mer-man pulled him easily through the water, up above the city. Then he arced down, towing Jarrox to a small building and into a tunnel. They emerged into a single round room, and the glowing crystals on the wall revealed an odd-looking structure off to one side. It almost looked like a kelp bed, with long green fronds waving a little in the almost still water in the room. Jarrox stared at it curiously. “What is that?” he asked.
“My bed,” Garajnare replied.
“That’s a bed?” the wizard said in perplexity.
“Yes. Let me show you how it works,” Garajnare pulled him over to the weird green ‘plant bed’. Then he squeaked as the mer-man turned him and maneuvered him down onto the bed of plants. That little sound turned to a cry as long fronds wrapped themselves around his body, immobilizing him. He struggled futilely against them, but he couldn’t budge them. Fear lashed through him.
“Stop struggling, wizard. You won’t be hurt,” Garajnare said commandingly to him. “Here,” he trailed a finger down the fronds that were holding Jarrox securely in place, and much to his amazement his touch made them relax and fall away. He sat up, looking around him. The plants he was lying on were soft, as soft as any mattress.
“Amazing,” he breathed, curiosity taking the place of his fear.
“Yes, isn’t it? A creation of our wizards. We very much respect and admire magic-users here…” he added, “Not like up on the surface. Someone such as yourself would be greatly valued here. Not sloughed off on some petulant prince as his human punching bag.”
Jarrox felt miserable at his words. He bowed his head. He felt Garajnare’s big hand touch his shoulder, lightly caressing it. “Don’t be sad, wizard; I did not mean to denigrate you,” he said over Jarrox’s head. “I was only pointing out that your kind do not treat you well, and that is not right. You deserve better.”
Jarrox sniffled a little, something not easy to do when underwater. “I never thought about it,” he whispered sadly.
“Well, you should,” Garajnare replied firmly. “Have confidence in yourself, Wizard Jarrox.”
He didn’t know quite how to reply to this statement, but his attention was diverted anyway when the mer-man’s big hands pushed him back down on the bed. The fronds closed over him again, and he squeaked in surprise and instinctively tried to fight against them again, even though he knew they were harmless. “Hey!” he protested. “Let me go!”
“Not just yet,” Garajnare replied, startling him. Then, to his further astonishment, the mer-man ran his finger down the fronds closed over Jarrox’s lower body, causing them to lift away - but he didn’t touch the fronds enclosing his upper body, so his arms and chest were kept firmly bound by the fronds. “What are you doing?” he mewled, struggling futilely.
“Seeing what there is to see,” Garajnare murmured, sounding wicked. Puzzled, Jarrox panted through his gills as the mer-man crouched down beside the bed and reached out to lay his hand on the wizard’s lower stomach. “I told you I wished to learn more about you,” he explained to his bound and helpless companion.
“B-But…!” Jarrox spluttered. This wasn’t at all how he’d imagined such an exploration would go.
“Don’t be afraid, wizard. I won’t hurt you,” Garajnare told him.
Jarrox gasped, because the big hand that was lying on his stomach began to slide over his skin lightly. The smooth skin of Garajnare’s palm moved in circles, gliding over his left hip and down his thigh. He shuddered a bit in his bonds, his body instinctively understanding what was going on even if his brain did not. His legs parted slightly, and the mer-man’s hand slid down between them. Jarrox’s eyes went wide in shock as that big hand cradled his testicles in a light grip.
“So soft, so vulnerable,” Garajnare said musingly. “We’ll definitely have to find you and the prince something to wear to protect these. It would be bad if they got bitten off.”
Jarrox made a gurgling, incoherent sound, jerking in the bonds as Garajnare felt and weighed his balls with a soft touch that was driving him mad. Then he squeaked wildly as Garajnare let go of his balls, only to grasp his penis instead! No one had ever touched him there before except himself, and that had only been to clean himself up after urination. A big thumb was sliding the length of him, and he shuddered and bucked into that touch.
“This is different from ours,” Garajnare said, running his thumb over the tip of Jarrox’s now rigid cock. “How does it feel, Wizard Jarrox?” Garajnare asked him curiously.
He whimpered. He heard a hissing chuckle. “You humans are so sensitive. I like that,” the mer-man purred. “If I just do this…” he tightened his grip and stroked, making Jarrox cry out incoherently, “I wonder what would happen if I try something else?”
Jarrox was too far gone to understand what he’d just said, but he DID notice when the hand slid away. He whimpered again, desperately, needing that touch. He’d been so close…! To something, he wasn’t sure what. He’d just known that it was something huge, and that he wanted it. But then he felt rather than saw Garajnare moving, positioning himself on the floor, and then something smooth, slick, and warm twined around his erection lithely.
He couldn’t see that the mer-man had wrapped his prehensile tongue around his penis, nor did he care. He was lost, completely lost, his whole body electrified and singing a wild song as he jerked against the fronds holding him in place and his head flew from side-to-side as that wild, enormous something or other began to rise up in him again.
“Ahhh!” he wailed, as Garajnare’s talented tongue slithered over his cock like a snake. “Ohhh!”
The mer-man’s eyes were slightly narrowed in pleasure and amusement as he explored the human’s body and its reactions. Jarrox convulsed in his bonds, and something whitish shot out of the end of his manhood and swirled in the water. The wizard cried out and went limp in the fronds holding him, totally spent. Garajnare released the length of flesh with a last thoughtful lick at the end, tasting the human’s juices. He sat back up, looking down on Jarrox with a decidedly self-satisfied smirk on his lips. That had been quite fun. He strongly suspected that the human had never had those sensations before this, poor little thing…it pleased him to be the first to draw those feelings out of the human. It would be nice to be able to play with the human wizard while he was here. It would make up for the annoyance of having to deal with the human prince on a daily basis…
Said prince was pacing around his quarters, scowling to himself. The moment he’d slid into the air pocket, Jarrox’s spell that gave him gills had deactivated and now he could breathe properly again. He’d gotten redressed in the velvet and silk clothes that he was used to, and he’d taken a turn bashing his pells furiously to take out his temper on them. But he was still angry, so now he paced to try to work off some of his excess energy and clam his temper before the wizard returned. He was canny enough to understand that if he hurt the wizard, that mer-man would hurt him in return. And that none of these undersea beings cared in the least about his status as a prince back on the land. If they decided to kill him, there would be nothing that his royal father could do to retaliate. So he had to keep himself in check if he valued his pretty hide.
He muttered to himself angrily, but his temper was finally cooling a little. He’d been furious when he hadn’t been able to easily learn Garajnare’s fighting techniques, because he wasn’t used to being stymied like that. He’d always easily learned fighting techniques before this, without even thinking about it. It was a gift that he’d always taken for granted. Coming to this wretched place had been the worst thing that he’d ever done. If his father hadn’t been so insistent that he be a hostage…
But he had. And you didn’t go against the will of the King, not if you didn’t want to be punished. He knew that his royal father would have forbidden him to ever try to woo Samathar again if he hadn’t agreed to come here. But if the King had known about the nature of these creatures, would he still have insisted that his son come here as a hostage to them? All he’d known was that they were sea-faring folk, not that they actually lived UNDER the sea! He wondered if he could get the wizard to send a message to his father, telling him what was actually going on. Perhaps the King might decide to let him out of his obligation as a hostage, and he could go home and return to the wooing of the exquisite Samathar. He liked this idea. Surely his royal father wouldn’t allow him to stay in this city under the sea if he realized how dangerous it was for his son. There might be hope for him yet…
Lavisnare slid through the water smoothly, headed for the quarters of the human prince. Garajnare had sent word to him that the human prince was in a snit because he’d had real trouble learning underwater fighting techniques. Lavisnare didn’t really care that the human was out-of-temper; it was not his job to soothe the feelings of his human hostage. Actually, he was only going to talk to Price Raddyth because he was in the mood to poke at the beast and rile it up some more for his own amusement. It was evil of him, he knew; but he also didn’t care. The prideful, arrogant, vain human creature should at least provide SOME entertainment, since he wasn’t good for much of anything else.
He grinned to himself as he slid into the tunnel leading down into the human’s quarters. He didn’t regret taking in this human hostage at all. His position as Crown Prince of the Mer-Folk was often a burdensome(and boring!) one. He sometimes longed for the carefree days of his youth. He had to be careful about everything that he did and said around one of his own people. But with the human…he could relax and play games at his leisure, without worrying about the consequences. He was definitely going to enjoy himself for the time that the human stayed here as his hostage.
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Prince Raddyth had raged off back to their quarters in a snit, because he’d had a hard time adapting his fighting techniques for combat underwater. Jarrox started to go with him, but a hand on his arm stopped him. “Let him go, wizard,” Garajnare told him. “He needs to scream and hit something, and it would be best if that thing wasn’t you. Come with me.”
He let himself be towed passively away through the water, his heart hammering inside of him. Why did he feel so nervous? Garajnare’s big hand curled around his arm, and the touch on his bare skin was making him tremble a little. The mer-man pulled him easily through the water, up above the city. Then he arced down, towing Jarrox to a small building and into a tunnel. They emerged into a single round room, and the glowing crystals on the wall revealed an odd-looking structure off to one side. It almost looked like a kelp bed, with long green fronds waving a little in the almost still water in the room. Jarrox stared at it curiously. “What is that?” he asked.
“My bed,” Garajnare replied.
“That’s a bed?” the wizard said in perplexity.
“Yes. Let me show you how it works,” Garajnare pulled him over to the weird green ‘plant bed’. Then he squeaked as the mer-man turned him and maneuvered him down onto the bed of plants. That little sound turned to a cry as long fronds wrapped themselves around his body, immobilizing him. He struggled futilely against them, but he couldn’t budge them. Fear lashed through him.
“Stop struggling, wizard. You won’t be hurt,” Garajnare said commandingly to him. “Here,” he trailed a finger down the fronds that were holding Jarrox securely in place, and much to his amazement his touch made them relax and fall away. He sat up, looking around him. The plants he was lying on were soft, as soft as any mattress.
“Amazing,” he breathed, curiosity taking the place of his fear.
“Yes, isn’t it? A creation of our wizards. We very much respect and admire magic-users here…” he added, “Not like up on the surface. Someone such as yourself would be greatly valued here. Not sloughed off on some petulant prince as his human punching bag.”
Jarrox felt miserable at his words. He bowed his head. He felt Garajnare’s big hand touch his shoulder, lightly caressing it. “Don’t be sad, wizard; I did not mean to denigrate you,” he said over Jarrox’s head. “I was only pointing out that your kind do not treat you well, and that is not right. You deserve better.”
Jarrox sniffled a little, something not easy to do when underwater. “I never thought about it,” he whispered sadly.
“Well, you should,” Garajnare replied firmly. “Have confidence in yourself, Wizard Jarrox.”
He didn’t know quite how to reply to this statement, but his attention was diverted anyway when the mer-man’s big hands pushed him back down on the bed. The fronds closed over him again, and he squeaked in surprise and instinctively tried to fight against them again, even though he knew they were harmless. “Hey!” he protested. “Let me go!”
“Not just yet,” Garajnare replied, startling him. Then, to his further astonishment, the mer-man ran his finger down the fronds closed over Jarrox’s lower body, causing them to lift away - but he didn’t touch the fronds enclosing his upper body, so his arms and chest were kept firmly bound by the fronds. “What are you doing?” he mewled, struggling futilely.
“Seeing what there is to see,” Garajnare murmured, sounding wicked. Puzzled, Jarrox panted through his gills as the mer-man crouched down beside the bed and reached out to lay his hand on the wizard’s lower stomach. “I told you I wished to learn more about you,” he explained to his bound and helpless companion.
“B-But…!” Jarrox spluttered. This wasn’t at all how he’d imagined such an exploration would go.
“Don’t be afraid, wizard. I won’t hurt you,” Garajnare told him.
Jarrox gasped, because the big hand that was lying on his stomach began to slide over his skin lightly. The smooth skin of Garajnare’s palm moved in circles, gliding over his left hip and down his thigh. He shuddered a bit in his bonds, his body instinctively understanding what was going on even if his brain did not. His legs parted slightly, and the mer-man’s hand slid down between them. Jarrox’s eyes went wide in shock as that big hand cradled his testicles in a light grip.
“So soft, so vulnerable,” Garajnare said musingly. “We’ll definitely have to find you and the prince something to wear to protect these. It would be bad if they got bitten off.”
Jarrox made a gurgling, incoherent sound, jerking in the bonds as Garajnare felt and weighed his balls with a soft touch that was driving him mad. Then he squeaked wildly as Garajnare let go of his balls, only to grasp his penis instead! No one had ever touched him there before except himself, and that had only been to clean himself up after urination. A big thumb was sliding the length of him, and he shuddered and bucked into that touch.
“This is different from ours,” Garajnare said, running his thumb over the tip of Jarrox’s now rigid cock. “How does it feel, Wizard Jarrox?” Garajnare asked him curiously.
He whimpered. He heard a hissing chuckle. “You humans are so sensitive. I like that,” the mer-man purred. “If I just do this…” he tightened his grip and stroked, making Jarrox cry out incoherently, “I wonder what would happen if I try something else?”
Jarrox was too far gone to understand what he’d just said, but he DID notice when the hand slid away. He whimpered again, desperately, needing that touch. He’d been so close…! To something, he wasn’t sure what. He’d just known that it was something huge, and that he wanted it. But then he felt rather than saw Garajnare moving, positioning himself on the floor, and then something smooth, slick, and warm twined around his erection lithely.
He couldn’t see that the mer-man had wrapped his prehensile tongue around his penis, nor did he care. He was lost, completely lost, his whole body electrified and singing a wild song as he jerked against the fronds holding him in place and his head flew from side-to-side as that wild, enormous something or other began to rise up in him again.
“Ahhh!” he wailed, as Garajnare’s talented tongue slithered over his cock like a snake. “Ohhh!”
The mer-man’s eyes were slightly narrowed in pleasure and amusement as he explored the human’s body and its reactions. Jarrox convulsed in his bonds, and something whitish shot out of the end of his manhood and swirled in the water. The wizard cried out and went limp in the fronds holding him, totally spent. Garajnare released the length of flesh with a last thoughtful lick at the end, tasting the human’s juices. He sat back up, looking down on Jarrox with a decidedly self-satisfied smirk on his lips. That had been quite fun. He strongly suspected that the human had never had those sensations before this, poor little thing…it pleased him to be the first to draw those feelings out of the human. It would be nice to be able to play with the human wizard while he was here. It would make up for the annoyance of having to deal with the human prince on a daily basis…
Said prince was pacing around his quarters, scowling to himself. The moment he’d slid into the air pocket, Jarrox’s spell that gave him gills had deactivated and now he could breathe properly again. He’d gotten redressed in the velvet and silk clothes that he was used to, and he’d taken a turn bashing his pells furiously to take out his temper on them. But he was still angry, so now he paced to try to work off some of his excess energy and clam his temper before the wizard returned. He was canny enough to understand that if he hurt the wizard, that mer-man would hurt him in return. And that none of these undersea beings cared in the least about his status as a prince back on the land. If they decided to kill him, there would be nothing that his royal father could do to retaliate. So he had to keep himself in check if he valued his pretty hide.
He muttered to himself angrily, but his temper was finally cooling a little. He’d been furious when he hadn’t been able to easily learn Garajnare’s fighting techniques, because he wasn’t used to being stymied like that. He’d always easily learned fighting techniques before this, without even thinking about it. It was a gift that he’d always taken for granted. Coming to this wretched place had been the worst thing that he’d ever done. If his father hadn’t been so insistent that he be a hostage…
But he had. And you didn’t go against the will of the King, not if you didn’t want to be punished. He knew that his royal father would have forbidden him to ever try to woo Samathar again if he hadn’t agreed to come here. But if the King had known about the nature of these creatures, would he still have insisted that his son come here as a hostage to them? All he’d known was that they were sea-faring folk, not that they actually lived UNDER the sea! He wondered if he could get the wizard to send a message to his father, telling him what was actually going on. Perhaps the King might decide to let him out of his obligation as a hostage, and he could go home and return to the wooing of the exquisite Samathar. He liked this idea. Surely his royal father wouldn’t allow him to stay in this city under the sea if he realized how dangerous it was for his son. There might be hope for him yet…
Lavisnare slid through the water smoothly, headed for the quarters of the human prince. Garajnare had sent word to him that the human prince was in a snit because he’d had real trouble learning underwater fighting techniques. Lavisnare didn’t really care that the human was out-of-temper; it was not his job to soothe the feelings of his human hostage. Actually, he was only going to talk to Price Raddyth because he was in the mood to poke at the beast and rile it up some more for his own amusement. It was evil of him, he knew; but he also didn’t care. The prideful, arrogant, vain human creature should at least provide SOME entertainment, since he wasn’t good for much of anything else.
He grinned to himself as he slid into the tunnel leading down into the human’s quarters. He didn’t regret taking in this human hostage at all. His position as Crown Prince of the Mer-Folk was often a burdensome(and boring!) one. He sometimes longed for the carefree days of his youth. He had to be careful about everything that he did and said around one of his own people. But with the human…he could relax and play games at his leisure, without worrying about the consequences. He was definitely going to enjoy himself for the time that the human stayed here as his hostage.
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