A/N: I could swear I got a review requesting that i update this one. But I can't find it now. Weird. Anyhoo, as per request(or not) here is the next chapter. :P-DL
Chapter 9
Jarrox awoke with a start. He realized that he was still breathing water, rather than air; and that he was being held from behind by a pair of strong arms. Baffled, he tried to get his brain to start working. Then he turned his head, and saw Garajnare's face. The mer-man's eyelids were closed, and his chest was rising and falling as he drew in water to breathe.
Oh. He'd fallen asleep in Garajnare's bed after he'd...He felt his cheeks heat as he remembered how he'd touched the mer-man, how he'd stroked the hard, smooth organ and made Garajnare feel the same pleasure that he'd experienced when the mer-man had touched him. The memory made him feel wonder as well as embarrassment. He'd experienced something that he never had before in his entire life. And it had been so good!
He began to squirm, trying to disengage himself from Garajnare's grasp. But the arms simply tightened on him, holding him in place effortlessly. "You don't need to flee, little wizard," Garajnare rumbled. "I won't hurt you."
He stilled. "I know that," he said. "It's just... I should get back to the prince..."
"Why? Your spells maintain the air bubble for him automatically. He doesn't need you - and besides, he treats you very badly." His voice was stern.
Jarrox sighed, expelling a long line of bubbles. "I know," he said glumly. "But the Wizard's Guild ordered me to look after him. It's my duty. I can't shirk my duty."
"While I understand duty, I don't think that letting that human prince treat you like slime should count as part of your duty. Without you, he would not be able to survive here, let alone live in comfort surrounded by the things he knows. He should be grateful to you."
"He should, but he's not. It's his nature as a prince, I think."
Garajnare snorted, making a stream of bubbles flow briskly upward. "Nonsense. Lavisnare is our Crown Prince, but he would never dare to treat his underlings so contemptuously. Because they would never stand for it. You must not allow him to treat you this way anymore, Wizard Jarrox. Stand up for yourself, and remind him that without you he could not survive here."
"I'll try," he said.
"In the meantime, why don't you stay here with me and indulge in some more of the pleasure you've just learned about?" Garajnare purred in his ear.
He gasped, feeling the mer-man's hands starting to slide down his skin caressingly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't..." he began weakly.
A dark chuckle, as a long, thin tongue traced down the back of his neck. "Oo," he moaned, arching his back. "Donn'ttt..."
"Why not?" Garajnare asked, his broad hands sliding up and down Jarrox's sides and then sloping over his belly.
The wizard couldn't come up with a coherent answer. Not when one of Garajnare's big hands had closed over his groin, lightly cupping his burgeoning erection. He writhed in that grasp, his penis sliding through the mer-man's fingers. He shuddered, humping his cock through Garajnare's fingers in a desperate, instinctual movement.
He found himself being flipped on his belly, and encouraged to crouch on the bed on all fours. Dazedly he complied, not knowing what was happening and too out-of-it to care. Garajnare crouched over him, running his hands down Jarrox's back in a long stroke. His fingers, with the claws carefully retracted, kneaded the wizard's buttocks sensually. Jarrox shivered, gasping in water in long pants, his eyes unfocused.
He jumped a little as Garajnare's long, prehensile tongue lapped at one buttock. Fingers parted them, and his eyes widened in disbelief and shock as that slick appendage slid down between his buttocks and lapped at the pink hole between them insistently.
"Oh, no!" he squalled, trying to pull away. "Oh, stop! Don't, don't!"
But Garajnare ignored him completely. The mer-man continued to lick softly but surely at the twitching ring of muscle, then he pushed strongly and snaked his tongue INSIDE of Jarrox's body! The wizard wailed and bucked, unable to believe how strange but utterly good that this felt. The tongue inside of him was writhing and moving, stroking his insides to a depth that didn't seem possible. Hands stroked his flanks and belly, or slid over his cock to encourage it to full erection.
Jarrox's arms were threatening to give out from under him. He whimpered and pushed back instinctively, lost in a haze of pleasure. When a finger slid inside of him to join the tongue, he cried out and tried to pull away again. he felt so full. But Garajnare held him in place, and worked more of his finger inside of Jarrox. The wizard bowed his head and took it, and after a short time the finger moving in him started to feel good, too. It stretched and widened him, and when yet another finger joined it after a time he decided he didn't care. He spread his legs and lifted his hips, submitting to anything that Garajnare did to him.
The mer-man's other hand was stroking his cock slowly, refusing to bring him back up to a boil. Jarrox moaned lowly, his head hanging, his hips swinging a little as he moved on Garajnare's fingers. Time passed slowly, and Jarrox found himself being worked up into a frenzy. He wanted...he NEEDED...something so desperately!
When something larger and smoother than the mer-man's finger slid slowly into him, for a moment he had no idea what was happening. He froze, trembling, as whatever it was burrowed deeper into him. Between the slickness of the water and the way his body had been loosened by Garajnare's careful preparations, he had no trouble taking in the thing slowly spearing him.
He gasped and his eyes went wide when he realized just what it was that had to be pushing into him. There could only be one thing of that size and shape! Garajnare was pushing his...manhood(or his mer-manhood, anyway) into Jarrox's body! He whimpered, feeling himself being stretched relentlessly. He was so full, it felt like it was in his throat. Hands caressed and squeezed his buttocks. "Relax, little wizard," Garajnare crooned to him.
He tried to do just that, though it felt unnatural. But then it was all in him, and his body started to adjust. Little lances of pleasure flickered through him, and he moaned. Hearing that sound, Garajnare began to move within him. Long, slow, even thrusts, over and over. Sparks danced in front of his eyes as the smooth, long thing invading him struck something inside of him on each inward push. He fought to suck in water as his body arched and his fingers scrabbled at the waving fronds on the bed.
"Does it feel good, Jarrox?" Garajnare purred above his head, still thrusting into him.
"Ooo," he moaned. "Yyyessss."
The mer-man increased the tempo of his thrusts, and Jarrox lost his mind. He writhed, he squirmed, he tried to wail but couldn't get enough water into his gills to manage. He was going blind and deaf, losing his mind, losing everything...then a hand reached down and curled around his cock, pumping it relentlessly. He choked out a gurgling scream as his body jerked in Garajnare's hold, and a thin white stream shot out of the end of his penis in milky jets.
Jarrox half collapsed, held up only by Garajnare's powerful hands. He felt the mer-man still moving within him, then he stiffened and groaned. Something warm spread inside of him, then the stiff thing impaling him was withdrawn slowly. The wizard lay limply as he was eased onto the bed, and then Garajnare pressed his large body against Jarrox's back. "See what kind of pleasure can be had, little wizard?" he said into Jarrox's ear caressingly.
He nodded silently. His body was still throbbing, little aftershocks of pleasure running along his nerve endings. Jarrox closed his eyes and relaxed back into the hold of Garajnare's arms. He closed his eyes, feeling tired and utterly sated. He soon fell asleep again, and the mer-man held him and listened to his bubbling snores.
\ Lavisnare led Raddyth to the sparring grounds. He mulled over the weapons rack, then finally selected one that was lighter and straighter than the weapon that Garajnare had given the human prince when he was schooling him earlier. "This will do," he said, turning to hand it to Raddyth. "I think it is better balanced for a human. Come, let's try a bit of sparring shall we?"
Raddyth took the weapon and waited while Lavisnare selected one for himself. The mer-prince turned back to him, wielding a large, heavy, crescent moon-shaped weapon in his hands. "You'll have the advantage of speed over me, if you learn to move with the water and not against it," he commented.
Raddyth nodded silently. They eyed each other, then Lavisnare stuck at him in slow motion. This gave him time to decide how to counter the blow, and he chose to slide under it and bring just the edge of his weapon up to catch the crescent moon-shaped weapon on its edge and divert it away.
Lavisnare nodded his head, once. "Very good. Your training in wielding edged weapons will serve you well. Just remember, my folk are bigger and stronger than yours, and more used to this environment, as well. You need to find ways to cancel out these advantages in a fight. You are clever - I'm sure that you can come up with ideas to do that."
Raddyth stared at him in surprise. Lavisnare merely blinked at him, like a large cat. "You think I'm...clever?" the human demanded after a moment's shocked silence.
Lavisnare snorted. "Yes, you're clever. Also, short-tempered, petulant, and spoiled," he added with a sharp white grin. "But one's good qualities should always be acknowledged, alongside the bad ones."
Raddyth glowered at him, but then shrugged. "Let's get on with it," he said shortly.
Lavisnare laughed. "Indeed, let us proceed," he agreed.
"Have at you, then," Raddyth snarled, and the two of them came together in another clash of weapons. Both of them had feral grins on their faces; in the long run, Lavisnare thought distantly, the truth was that he and Prince Raddyth were very much alike in many ways...
Chapter 9
Jarrox awoke with a start. He realized that he was still breathing water, rather than air; and that he was being held from behind by a pair of strong arms. Baffled, he tried to get his brain to start working. Then he turned his head, and saw Garajnare's face. The mer-man's eyelids were closed, and his chest was rising and falling as he drew in water to breathe.
Oh. He'd fallen asleep in Garajnare's bed after he'd...He felt his cheeks heat as he remembered how he'd touched the mer-man, how he'd stroked the hard, smooth organ and made Garajnare feel the same pleasure that he'd experienced when the mer-man had touched him. The memory made him feel wonder as well as embarrassment. He'd experienced something that he never had before in his entire life. And it had been so good!
He began to squirm, trying to disengage himself from Garajnare's grasp. But the arms simply tightened on him, holding him in place effortlessly. "You don't need to flee, little wizard," Garajnare rumbled. "I won't hurt you."
He stilled. "I know that," he said. "It's just... I should get back to the prince..."
"Why? Your spells maintain the air bubble for him automatically. He doesn't need you - and besides, he treats you very badly." His voice was stern.
Jarrox sighed, expelling a long line of bubbles. "I know," he said glumly. "But the Wizard's Guild ordered me to look after him. It's my duty. I can't shirk my duty."
"While I understand duty, I don't think that letting that human prince treat you like slime should count as part of your duty. Without you, he would not be able to survive here, let alone live in comfort surrounded by the things he knows. He should be grateful to you."
"He should, but he's not. It's his nature as a prince, I think."
Garajnare snorted, making a stream of bubbles flow briskly upward. "Nonsense. Lavisnare is our Crown Prince, but he would never dare to treat his underlings so contemptuously. Because they would never stand for it. You must not allow him to treat you this way anymore, Wizard Jarrox. Stand up for yourself, and remind him that without you he could not survive here."
"I'll try," he said.
"In the meantime, why don't you stay here with me and indulge in some more of the pleasure you've just learned about?" Garajnare purred in his ear.
He gasped, feeling the mer-man's hands starting to slide down his skin caressingly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't..." he began weakly.
A dark chuckle, as a long, thin tongue traced down the back of his neck. "Oo," he moaned, arching his back. "Donn'ttt..."
"Why not?" Garajnare asked, his broad hands sliding up and down Jarrox's sides and then sloping over his belly.
The wizard couldn't come up with a coherent answer. Not when one of Garajnare's big hands had closed over his groin, lightly cupping his burgeoning erection. He writhed in that grasp, his penis sliding through the mer-man's fingers. He shuddered, humping his cock through Garajnare's fingers in a desperate, instinctual movement.
He found himself being flipped on his belly, and encouraged to crouch on the bed on all fours. Dazedly he complied, not knowing what was happening and too out-of-it to care. Garajnare crouched over him, running his hands down Jarrox's back in a long stroke. His fingers, with the claws carefully retracted, kneaded the wizard's buttocks sensually. Jarrox shivered, gasping in water in long pants, his eyes unfocused.
He jumped a little as Garajnare's long, prehensile tongue lapped at one buttock. Fingers parted them, and his eyes widened in disbelief and shock as that slick appendage slid down between his buttocks and lapped at the pink hole between them insistently.
"Oh, no!" he squalled, trying to pull away. "Oh, stop! Don't, don't!"
But Garajnare ignored him completely. The mer-man continued to lick softly but surely at the twitching ring of muscle, then he pushed strongly and snaked his tongue INSIDE of Jarrox's body! The wizard wailed and bucked, unable to believe how strange but utterly good that this felt. The tongue inside of him was writhing and moving, stroking his insides to a depth that didn't seem possible. Hands stroked his flanks and belly, or slid over his cock to encourage it to full erection.
Jarrox's arms were threatening to give out from under him. He whimpered and pushed back instinctively, lost in a haze of pleasure. When a finger slid inside of him to join the tongue, he cried out and tried to pull away again. he felt so full. But Garajnare held him in place, and worked more of his finger inside of Jarrox. The wizard bowed his head and took it, and after a short time the finger moving in him started to feel good, too. It stretched and widened him, and when yet another finger joined it after a time he decided he didn't care. He spread his legs and lifted his hips, submitting to anything that Garajnare did to him.
The mer-man's other hand was stroking his cock slowly, refusing to bring him back up to a boil. Jarrox moaned lowly, his head hanging, his hips swinging a little as he moved on Garajnare's fingers. Time passed slowly, and Jarrox found himself being worked up into a frenzy. He wanted...he NEEDED...something so desperately!
When something larger and smoother than the mer-man's finger slid slowly into him, for a moment he had no idea what was happening. He froze, trembling, as whatever it was burrowed deeper into him. Between the slickness of the water and the way his body had been loosened by Garajnare's careful preparations, he had no trouble taking in the thing slowly spearing him.
He gasped and his eyes went wide when he realized just what it was that had to be pushing into him. There could only be one thing of that size and shape! Garajnare was pushing his...manhood(or his mer-manhood, anyway) into Jarrox's body! He whimpered, feeling himself being stretched relentlessly. He was so full, it felt like it was in his throat. Hands caressed and squeezed his buttocks. "Relax, little wizard," Garajnare crooned to him.
He tried to do just that, though it felt unnatural. But then it was all in him, and his body started to adjust. Little lances of pleasure flickered through him, and he moaned. Hearing that sound, Garajnare began to move within him. Long, slow, even thrusts, over and over. Sparks danced in front of his eyes as the smooth, long thing invading him struck something inside of him on each inward push. He fought to suck in water as his body arched and his fingers scrabbled at the waving fronds on the bed.
"Does it feel good, Jarrox?" Garajnare purred above his head, still thrusting into him.
"Ooo," he moaned. "Yyyessss."
The mer-man increased the tempo of his thrusts, and Jarrox lost his mind. He writhed, he squirmed, he tried to wail but couldn't get enough water into his gills to manage. He was going blind and deaf, losing his mind, losing everything...then a hand reached down and curled around his cock, pumping it relentlessly. He choked out a gurgling scream as his body jerked in Garajnare's hold, and a thin white stream shot out of the end of his penis in milky jets.
Jarrox half collapsed, held up only by Garajnare's powerful hands. He felt the mer-man still moving within him, then he stiffened and groaned. Something warm spread inside of him, then the stiff thing impaling him was withdrawn slowly. The wizard lay limply as he was eased onto the bed, and then Garajnare pressed his large body against Jarrox's back. "See what kind of pleasure can be had, little wizard?" he said into Jarrox's ear caressingly.
He nodded silently. His body was still throbbing, little aftershocks of pleasure running along his nerve endings. Jarrox closed his eyes and relaxed back into the hold of Garajnare's arms. He closed his eyes, feeling tired and utterly sated. He soon fell asleep again, and the mer-man held him and listened to his bubbling snores.
\ Lavisnare led Raddyth to the sparring grounds. He mulled over the weapons rack, then finally selected one that was lighter and straighter than the weapon that Garajnare had given the human prince when he was schooling him earlier. "This will do," he said, turning to hand it to Raddyth. "I think it is better balanced for a human. Come, let's try a bit of sparring shall we?"
Raddyth took the weapon and waited while Lavisnare selected one for himself. The mer-prince turned back to him, wielding a large, heavy, crescent moon-shaped weapon in his hands. "You'll have the advantage of speed over me, if you learn to move with the water and not against it," he commented.
Raddyth nodded silently. They eyed each other, then Lavisnare stuck at him in slow motion. This gave him time to decide how to counter the blow, and he chose to slide under it and bring just the edge of his weapon up to catch the crescent moon-shaped weapon on its edge and divert it away.
Lavisnare nodded his head, once. "Very good. Your training in wielding edged weapons will serve you well. Just remember, my folk are bigger and stronger than yours, and more used to this environment, as well. You need to find ways to cancel out these advantages in a fight. You are clever - I'm sure that you can come up with ideas to do that."
Raddyth stared at him in surprise. Lavisnare merely blinked at him, like a large cat. "You think I'm...clever?" the human demanded after a moment's shocked silence.
Lavisnare snorted. "Yes, you're clever. Also, short-tempered, petulant, and spoiled," he added with a sharp white grin. "But one's good qualities should always be acknowledged, alongside the bad ones."
Raddyth glowered at him, but then shrugged. "Let's get on with it," he said shortly.
Lavisnare laughed. "Indeed, let us proceed," he agreed.
"Have at you, then," Raddyth snarled, and the two of them came together in another clash of weapons. Both of them had feral grins on their faces; in the long run, Lavisnare thought distantly, the truth was that he and Prince Raddyth were very much alike in many ways...
