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Chapter 8
Lavisnare slid into the air bubble within the building, feeling his gills closing and his air-breathing lungs opening automatically. He saw a scowling Prince Raddyth glaring at him, a deadly look in the dark-green eyes. If looks could kill, he'd be a corpse right now. His own eyes gleamed with an evil light. "Greetings, Prince Raddyth," he remarked aloud. "Garajnare tells me that you're having trouble learning to fight underwater. I thought that I'd offer my services as a tutor."
Raddyth turned a death glare on him. "I do not need tutoring on how to fight, least of all from a walking, talking fish!" he spat furiously.
Lavisnare nodded benignly. "Of course you don't. Since you're so accomplished, I can set up a sparring match between you and one of my finest warriors, yes? I'm sure that we'll all be interested to see how skilled one of you humans is in our way of fighting. In fact, I'm sure that a large crowd will gather to watch."
Raddyth was breathing heavily through his nostrils, flaring them as he snarled silently at the mer prince. "I hate this place," he said flatly. "I hate everything about it. But I especially hate YOU!"
Lavisnare grinned toothily. "I'm sure that you do," he purred. "You're used to people kow towing to you, bowing down to you because you're a king's son. Well, I am also a king's son, and one who has fought to win the position of crown prince over the heads of my forty siblings. I have earned my title and my position. You have not. You are a spoiled, arrogant child. It is no wonder that your father pawned you off on us as a hostage, since you are obviously completely useless otherwise."
Raddyth saw red. Fury swamped him, and he charged at Lavisnare with his sword swinging through the air in a deadly arc. He'd wipe that arrogant sneer off the fish-man's face by splitting it in two! He bellowed wordlessly in rage, putting all of his strength into the swing.
Lavisnare ducked and dodged as swift as thought, having kept an eye on the prince's sword all the time that he'd been insulting him. He'd known that he'd be goading the human into losing his temper and attacking, so he'd been ready. He slid lithely out of the way of the swing, then bulled forward and knocked Raddyth to the ground. He fell on his ass heavily, the sword flying from his hand. Lavisnare scooped it up and held it loosely in his hand, as he looked down at the human still sitting on the floor.
"If you had succeeded in killing me, my father would have had you put to death in the most gruesome way possible," he remarked coolly. "That would involve you being tied to a coral reef, and small cuts being made in your body to attract the tiny fish that live in the reef. They would slowly but surely devour you in thousands of tiny bites, unless you were lucky enough to have a large predator appear and finish you off quickly. Learn to control your temper while you are here, Prince. If you want to live through this experience."
He set the sword on the weapons rack neatly. Raddyth slowly crawled to his feet, saying nothing. Lavisnare turned back to him. "You are my hostage. I hold your very life in my hands. It would be best for you to remember that."
Raddyth glowered at him unrepentantly. "Maybe I'd take that horrible slow death, if it meant that you were dead at my hand," he growled.
Lavisnare bared his teeth in a grin and hissed in amusement. "I enjoy your fighting spirit," he said. "I do not often come up against others who will stand out against me. Perhaps we might come to a truce, Prince? You will not try to kill me anymore, and I will refrain from pointing out certain hard truths to you. And I will actually spar with you, as I think I will have an easier time teaching you our fighting style than Garajnare is. I know how your mind works, so I can more easily make you understand what you need to modify to be able to successfully fight underwater."
Raddyth hesitated, but in the end he nodded stiffly. "I am only making this compromise with you because I don't really want to die," he said coldly. "Because if I die here, I can never return home and woo my beautiful Samathar."
Lavisnare coked his head. "Samathar? Is she who you wish to be your mate?"
"HE," Raddyth returned. "And yes, I wish him to be my consort. But my father made it clear to me that if I did not come here and be your hostage, a guarantee for our trade deal, then I would never be allowed to woo Samathar. I MUST win his heart! I adore him!"
Lavisnare hissed thoughtfully. "I never expected anyone as arrogant and self-involved as you to feel love for someone else," he remarked. "It's interesting."
Raddyth snorted. "What would a creature like you know about love?" he drawled cuttingly.
"Perhaps not much," Lavisnare conceded, surprising him. "My father, the King, has dozens of concubines. When I ascend the throne, the same will be expected of me. While most of our people have only a single mate, royalty is expected to have as many concubines as he or she can afford. Whether they want that or not."
Raddyth's brows lifted in astonishment. Had that been a bit of wistfulness in the mer prince's voice? "Well, even if it's expected is it something that you HAVE to do?" he asked aloud. "Is it written in your laws or something?"
"No, it is not. It is simply a tradition," Lavisnare replied.
Raddyth made an impatient movement with one hand. "Then change the tradition once you become king! Who will stop you? You will be the king, after all."
"Perhaps you are right," Lavisnare conceded. "I shall think about it."
Jarrox came back to himself, blinking as his mind finally had a coherent thought again. "Uh," he said, moving a little. "W-What happened?"
He heard a hissing chuckle, then the fronds holding his upper body in place on the bed lifted away from him so that he could sit up. "I gave you pleasure, human wizard," he heard Garajnare's voice say. "Have you never done that for yourself?"
Jarrox lifted a shaky hand to his own brow. "No," he said in trembling voice. "Wizards are not encouraged...it never really...does it ALWAYS feel like that?!"
"I don't know about humans, but your reaction seemed pretty much in line with the response of one of our males to stimulation. So I'd have to say 'yes'. It does."
"Oh. It was...amazing."
A hand patted him briskly on the shoulder. "So it should be. All of the acts of copulation, no matter what form, should feel amazing."
Jarrox turned red at the mention of the word 'copulation'. "Why did you do that to me?" he asked Garajnare.
The mer man shrugged slightly. "Curiosity, I suppose," he replied. "I wanted to see how different humans are from us. And I'd like to continue my experiments, if you have no objections."
Jarrox gave him a blank stare. "Experiments? Continue them? What do you mean?"
Mer people had extremely toothy grins, the wizard noted. "I'd like to try other forms of copulation with you," Garajnare explained with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "To see how a human responds."
"Oh! No!" Jarrox cried, blushing like a tomato. "You can't...I shouldn’t...it doesn't seem right!" he wailed.
Garajnare cocked his head a little. "Why isn't it right? Because I'm of the mer folk and you're a human?"
"Yes! No! I don't know!" Jarrox cried, scrambling off the bed in his agitation. "I didn't even KNOW that two males could...could...you know!"
"Copulate with one another?" Garajnare finished for him.
"Yes! How does it...where does it...oh, Gods!" he covered his face with his hands, floating in the water as he gave into his utter embarrassment over this topic of conversation.
Garajnare pushed off from the bed and swam over to him. He grabbed the wizard around his waist, and when Jarrox gasped and lowered his hands, the mer man pushed his face in close. "If you really want to know the answers to those questions, I could show you," he murmured, making the wizard’s heart kick up into a swift, erratic beat and his body react strongly in certain regions(nether regions, regions he wasn't even supposed to think about...) .
It didn't help when big hands slid down from his waist and cradled the cheeks of his ass instead. Jarrox made a breathy little sound(slightly bubbling, because of the water in his throat), and didn't try to struggle away from Garajnare's touch.
"I'm sure," Garajnare told him, "That our folk are compatible. We are much alike in some ways, even with all of our dissimilarities. See?"
It was then that Jarrox became aware of something pressing against his stomach. Something hard and foreign. He gasped, his eyes flying down to see a smooth, hard length of green-tinged white flesh rubbing against the muscles of his abdomen erotically. A mer man's penis, he saw distantly, had no distinct helmet or veins, but was otherwise very much like a human male's organ. The tip was rounded, and there was a slit in the end for his seed to emerge from. "This is what we look like," Garajnare told him softly. "We are not so much different, you and I, eh?"
No, they weren't. Jarrox would have swallowed heavily, if his throat hadn't already been full of water. The active sense of curiosity that he possessed as a wizard was taking over. He really wanted to touch that foreign-looking organ, to see how it was different and how it was similar to his own. But he was too scared. He shouldn’t do this. It really wasn't right...
"Touch it," Garajnare urged him, reading his expression with ease.
He bit at his lip, and reached down with a trembling hand to close it over the penis bobbing and swaying at Garajnare's groin. It felt totally smooth and rather silky, but hard underneath. There was a slight curve to it, and a fascinated Jarrox ran his hand the length of the whitish-green column. Garajnare made a slight sound at his touch. "That feels good," he told Jarrox.
"It does?"
"Yes. Keep touching me."
Jarrox found an instinctual rhythm with his hand. Garajnare let him do what he would, merely pushing himself into Jarrox's hand a little. "Faster," he ground out between his sharp teeth, and Jarrox began to move his hand faster.
Garajnare suddenly made a low sound and bucked. To Jarrox's astonishment, a greenish liquid shot from the end of the Rogan that he held and flowed off into the water. He realized, to his amazement, that he'd just done for Garajnare the same thing that the mer man had done for him earlier. It made him feel excited and powerful and strange. Suddenly all of this didn't feel quite as wrong as it had. Maybe it was right after all...
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Chapter 8
Lavisnare slid into the air bubble within the building, feeling his gills closing and his air-breathing lungs opening automatically. He saw a scowling Prince Raddyth glaring at him, a deadly look in the dark-green eyes. If looks could kill, he'd be a corpse right now. His own eyes gleamed with an evil light. "Greetings, Prince Raddyth," he remarked aloud. "Garajnare tells me that you're having trouble learning to fight underwater. I thought that I'd offer my services as a tutor."
Raddyth turned a death glare on him. "I do not need tutoring on how to fight, least of all from a walking, talking fish!" he spat furiously.
Lavisnare nodded benignly. "Of course you don't. Since you're so accomplished, I can set up a sparring match between you and one of my finest warriors, yes? I'm sure that we'll all be interested to see how skilled one of you humans is in our way of fighting. In fact, I'm sure that a large crowd will gather to watch."
Raddyth was breathing heavily through his nostrils, flaring them as he snarled silently at the mer prince. "I hate this place," he said flatly. "I hate everything about it. But I especially hate YOU!"
Lavisnare grinned toothily. "I'm sure that you do," he purred. "You're used to people kow towing to you, bowing down to you because you're a king's son. Well, I am also a king's son, and one who has fought to win the position of crown prince over the heads of my forty siblings. I have earned my title and my position. You have not. You are a spoiled, arrogant child. It is no wonder that your father pawned you off on us as a hostage, since you are obviously completely useless otherwise."
Raddyth saw red. Fury swamped him, and he charged at Lavisnare with his sword swinging through the air in a deadly arc. He'd wipe that arrogant sneer off the fish-man's face by splitting it in two! He bellowed wordlessly in rage, putting all of his strength into the swing.
Lavisnare ducked and dodged as swift as thought, having kept an eye on the prince's sword all the time that he'd been insulting him. He'd known that he'd be goading the human into losing his temper and attacking, so he'd been ready. He slid lithely out of the way of the swing, then bulled forward and knocked Raddyth to the ground. He fell on his ass heavily, the sword flying from his hand. Lavisnare scooped it up and held it loosely in his hand, as he looked down at the human still sitting on the floor.
"If you had succeeded in killing me, my father would have had you put to death in the most gruesome way possible," he remarked coolly. "That would involve you being tied to a coral reef, and small cuts being made in your body to attract the tiny fish that live in the reef. They would slowly but surely devour you in thousands of tiny bites, unless you were lucky enough to have a large predator appear and finish you off quickly. Learn to control your temper while you are here, Prince. If you want to live through this experience."
He set the sword on the weapons rack neatly. Raddyth slowly crawled to his feet, saying nothing. Lavisnare turned back to him. "You are my hostage. I hold your very life in my hands. It would be best for you to remember that."
Raddyth glowered at him unrepentantly. "Maybe I'd take that horrible slow death, if it meant that you were dead at my hand," he growled.
Lavisnare bared his teeth in a grin and hissed in amusement. "I enjoy your fighting spirit," he said. "I do not often come up against others who will stand out against me. Perhaps we might come to a truce, Prince? You will not try to kill me anymore, and I will refrain from pointing out certain hard truths to you. And I will actually spar with you, as I think I will have an easier time teaching you our fighting style than Garajnare is. I know how your mind works, so I can more easily make you understand what you need to modify to be able to successfully fight underwater."
Raddyth hesitated, but in the end he nodded stiffly. "I am only making this compromise with you because I don't really want to die," he said coldly. "Because if I die here, I can never return home and woo my beautiful Samathar."
Lavisnare coked his head. "Samathar? Is she who you wish to be your mate?"
"HE," Raddyth returned. "And yes, I wish him to be my consort. But my father made it clear to me that if I did not come here and be your hostage, a guarantee for our trade deal, then I would never be allowed to woo Samathar. I MUST win his heart! I adore him!"
Lavisnare hissed thoughtfully. "I never expected anyone as arrogant and self-involved as you to feel love for someone else," he remarked. "It's interesting."
Raddyth snorted. "What would a creature like you know about love?" he drawled cuttingly.
"Perhaps not much," Lavisnare conceded, surprising him. "My father, the King, has dozens of concubines. When I ascend the throne, the same will be expected of me. While most of our people have only a single mate, royalty is expected to have as many concubines as he or she can afford. Whether they want that or not."
Raddyth's brows lifted in astonishment. Had that been a bit of wistfulness in the mer prince's voice? "Well, even if it's expected is it something that you HAVE to do?" he asked aloud. "Is it written in your laws or something?"
"No, it is not. It is simply a tradition," Lavisnare replied.
Raddyth made an impatient movement with one hand. "Then change the tradition once you become king! Who will stop you? You will be the king, after all."
"Perhaps you are right," Lavisnare conceded. "I shall think about it."
Jarrox came back to himself, blinking as his mind finally had a coherent thought again. "Uh," he said, moving a little. "W-What happened?"
He heard a hissing chuckle, then the fronds holding his upper body in place on the bed lifted away from him so that he could sit up. "I gave you pleasure, human wizard," he heard Garajnare's voice say. "Have you never done that for yourself?"
Jarrox lifted a shaky hand to his own brow. "No," he said in trembling voice. "Wizards are not encouraged...it never really...does it ALWAYS feel like that?!"
"I don't know about humans, but your reaction seemed pretty much in line with the response of one of our males to stimulation. So I'd have to say 'yes'. It does."
"Oh. It was...amazing."
A hand patted him briskly on the shoulder. "So it should be. All of the acts of copulation, no matter what form, should feel amazing."
Jarrox turned red at the mention of the word 'copulation'. "Why did you do that to me?" he asked Garajnare.
The mer man shrugged slightly. "Curiosity, I suppose," he replied. "I wanted to see how different humans are from us. And I'd like to continue my experiments, if you have no objections."
Jarrox gave him a blank stare. "Experiments? Continue them? What do you mean?"
Mer people had extremely toothy grins, the wizard noted. "I'd like to try other forms of copulation with you," Garajnare explained with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "To see how a human responds."
"Oh! No!" Jarrox cried, blushing like a tomato. "You can't...I shouldn’t...it doesn't seem right!" he wailed.
Garajnare cocked his head a little. "Why isn't it right? Because I'm of the mer folk and you're a human?"
"Yes! No! I don't know!" Jarrox cried, scrambling off the bed in his agitation. "I didn't even KNOW that two males could...could...you know!"
"Copulate with one another?" Garajnare finished for him.
"Yes! How does it...where does it...oh, Gods!" he covered his face with his hands, floating in the water as he gave into his utter embarrassment over this topic of conversation.
Garajnare pushed off from the bed and swam over to him. He grabbed the wizard around his waist, and when Jarrox gasped and lowered his hands, the mer man pushed his face in close. "If you really want to know the answers to those questions, I could show you," he murmured, making the wizard’s heart kick up into a swift, erratic beat and his body react strongly in certain regions(nether regions, regions he wasn't even supposed to think about...) .
It didn't help when big hands slid down from his waist and cradled the cheeks of his ass instead. Jarrox made a breathy little sound(slightly bubbling, because of the water in his throat), and didn't try to struggle away from Garajnare's touch.
"I'm sure," Garajnare told him, "That our folk are compatible. We are much alike in some ways, even with all of our dissimilarities. See?"
It was then that Jarrox became aware of something pressing against his stomach. Something hard and foreign. He gasped, his eyes flying down to see a smooth, hard length of green-tinged white flesh rubbing against the muscles of his abdomen erotically. A mer man's penis, he saw distantly, had no distinct helmet or veins, but was otherwise very much like a human male's organ. The tip was rounded, and there was a slit in the end for his seed to emerge from. "This is what we look like," Garajnare told him softly. "We are not so much different, you and I, eh?"
No, they weren't. Jarrox would have swallowed heavily, if his throat hadn't already been full of water. The active sense of curiosity that he possessed as a wizard was taking over. He really wanted to touch that foreign-looking organ, to see how it was different and how it was similar to his own. But he was too scared. He shouldn’t do this. It really wasn't right...
"Touch it," Garajnare urged him, reading his expression with ease.
He bit at his lip, and reached down with a trembling hand to close it over the penis bobbing and swaying at Garajnare's groin. It felt totally smooth and rather silky, but hard underneath. There was a slight curve to it, and a fascinated Jarrox ran his hand the length of the whitish-green column. Garajnare made a slight sound at his touch. "That feels good," he told Jarrox.
"It does?"
"Yes. Keep touching me."
Jarrox found an instinctual rhythm with his hand. Garajnare let him do what he would, merely pushing himself into Jarrox's hand a little. "Faster," he ground out between his sharp teeth, and Jarrox began to move his hand faster.
Garajnare suddenly made a low sound and bucked. To Jarrox's astonishment, a greenish liquid shot from the end of the Rogan that he held and flowed off into the water. He realized, to his amazement, that he'd just done for Garajnare the same thing that the mer man had done for him earlier. It made him feel excited and powerful and strange. Suddenly all of this didn't feel quite as wrong as it had. Maybe it was right after all...
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