Author: Alessandra Hazard
Category: LGBT
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Chapter Twenty: Revelations
Castien did come home that evening, as promised.
They didn’t even make it to the bed, the vast hall of High Hronthar echoing the moans as they kissed and groped each other.
It was pure madness, but now that they had done the deed, it seemed it was impossible to fight this need, the years of pent-up sexual frustration demanding an outlet.
Eridan sucked his Master’s cock right there, on the grand stairs of the ancient castle. The hard stone hurt his knees, but he couldn’t stop, needing it, needing to taste his Master and please him, relishing the feel of his Master’s hand gripping his thaal. He opened his mouth wider, allowing Castien to fuck his mouth. He couldn’t deny that pleasing his Master, serving him, turned him on. It felt good. It felt right.
He reached down and shoved his hand into his pants. He stroked his aching cock desperately as Castien fucked his mouth. It didn’t bring much relief, only serving to make him more desperate, but he couldn’t stop.
“Master,” he begged through the bond, spreading his legs and pushing two fingers inside himself. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted his Master’s cock, to sate this terrible hunger in him. He needed his Master’s cock. He needed him. “Master, please.”
Castien looked at him with hungry, glazed eyes, his cock hot and hard inside his mouth. Eridan didn’t know what was written on his own face, but something shifted in Castien’s expression.
He yanked Eridan to his feet and gave him a hard, greedy kiss. Eridan responded eagerly, if a little dazedly. He let Castien lift him and carry him to Castien’s room, discarding their remaining clothes on the way.
Laying him down on his bed, his Master stretched on top of him, his weight making him breathless. Eridan moaned as the blunt cock head pressed against his opening again. He tried to push back, but Castien held him in place with a firm hold on his hip.
Eridan relented and relaxed, groaning as the thick cock finally pushed inside him again. This is what he was made for, came a distant, hazy thought. He wasn’t even sure who it belonged to; it didn’t matter.
His entire world narrowed down to that cock, pulling out of him and then pushing back with an obscene sound of his slick. Their bond was thrumming with terrible urgency, their minds trying to merge despite Castien’s raised shields.
“Master,” Eridan gasped, digging his heels into Castien’s lower back. “Come on, just once.”
Castien’s jaw clenched, his magnificent muscles straining as he continued fucking into him at an unrelenting pace. “No.”
Eridan glared at him dazedly, but he felt too good to protest or make a better argument in favor of a merge. His brain felt like mush. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t think. All he wanted was that cock inside him, every hard thrust satisfying him in a way he couldn’t explain. He would be happy to lie under his Master forever, getting fucked on his cock, his belly full of his Master’s come, stinking of sex and covered in his Master’s bodily fluids.
It didn’t take him long to come, clenching around Castien’s cock as his orgasm was ripped out of him, his pleasure filling their bond.
Castien made a low, animal sound, his hips driving into him hard, Eridan’s relaxed body like a rag doll in his hands, and then he was coming, too, filling Eridan with his come.
Eridan made a pleased noise, his arms wrapping around Castien’s wide back as the older man collapsed on top of him, heavy and perfect.
“Master,” he whispered, nuzzling against Castien’s stubbled cheek, their ragged breathing slowly evening out.
Castien sighed, turning his head and kissing one corner of Eridan’s mouth, then the other.
Eridan’s eyes widened at the chaste affection. His shock must have echoed through the bond because Castien stiffened and rolled off him, to lie on his back. He closed his eyes.
Eridan stared at him, watching the rise and fall of his broad chest, the way Castien’s jaw tightened and his brows furrowed. Whatever he was thinking about, it didn’t seem to be pleasant.
He seemed stressed in general, Eridan realized, frowning. He hadn’t noticed it before, too distracted by the fact that he was seeing his Master again at all, but now that he focused, he could sense cracks in Castien’s normally impenetrable shields, as if they were hastily thrown together after being ripped apart.
“Master?” he said uncertainly. “Did anything happen while I was gone? Your shields feel off.”
Castien opened his eyes and just looked at him for a moment.
“Prince Ksar’ngh’chaali is a Class 7 telepath,” he said.
Eridan’s eyes widened. “What? You mean he turned out to be Class 7 when you broke his bond to his betrothed?” He had overheard Warrehn and Sirri talking about it: about an amendment to the Bonding Law being passed, an amendment that allowed bonded couples that were not yet married to break their childhood bonds, though only a few petitions had been approved so far. Apparently, Prince Ksar was one of the few telepaths that had gotten permission from the Council to break his bond.
“No,” Castien said. “He was already Class 7. He must have been hiding his telepathic strength all this time.” He frowned, looking thoughtful. “It is possible his second childhood bond simply did not take.”
“I still don’t understand. What happened?”
Castien sighed. “He took me off-guard while I was busy examining his betrothed’s mind. He ripped my shields while I was distracted.”
Eridan’s heart skipped a beat. A brute attack of a Class 7 telepath on a distracted mind was an equivalent of a knife to one’s back. Had Castien been a weaker telepath, it would have likely turned him into a vegetable.
“But why?” he said, completely lost.
“He clearly wanted me to forget that there was no bond to break in Prince Seyn’s mind,” Castien said, a speculative look in his eyes. “Prince Ksar must have broken their bond himself, and the amendment to the Bonding Law was just a formality to make them legally free to marry other people.”
Eridan frowned. “But what happened after he attacked you? Did you fend him off?”
“No,” Castien said, his voice flat. “He overpowered me. The only reason I still remember everything is because my training is far superior to his, and I had safeguards if someone attempted to erase my memories.”
Eridan blinked. “Overpower you? But you are—you. You’re a Class 7, too!”
Castien’s jaw clenched. “I have been a Class 6 telepath for over two years now, Eridan. I am surprised you have failed to notice that, especially since it is your fault.”
Eridan stared at him, feeling completely blindsided. He had noticed Castien being more emotional and expressive over the past few years, but… Wait. Did his Master mean… that he cared for Eridan, and that was why his telepathic strength had lessened?
“It’s our training bond,” Castien said, without looking at him, before Eridan could say anything. “You have so many emotions that they inevitably bleed over to me through the bond. Those secondhand emotions have deteriorated my control over my telepathy.”
Oh.
Right.
Eridan sat up in the bed, looking at his fingers. Castien’s words explained so much. It explained why he refused to touch Eridan’s mind more than necessary—and why he wouldn’t allow them the intimacy of a telepathic merge. Castien valued power more than anything. Being a Class 6 wouldn’t be enough for him.
“I’m sorry I compromised you,” he said tonelessly. I guess you will be very relieved when you get rid of me. He raised his shields, not wanting Castien to sense his hurt. “I’ll try not to project any emotions through the bond if they’re so detrimental to your telepathy.” Eridan frowned as something suddenly occurred to him. “But we have barely used our training bond in the past year,” he said slowly. “I have hardly been very emotional with you as of late. Should it not have helped you erase my influence on your telepathy?”
A wave of irritation rolled off Castien. “Apparently not,”
he said, his blue eyes fixed on Eridan with an unreadable expression. “Keeping our telepathic marks apart completely would be prudent.”
Eridan stroked his lips in thought, feeling confused, unsure—and more than a little disappointed. Having his Master inside him, body and mind, had always been something he wanted, but apparently it would always be something unachievable.
Lifting his gaze, he caught Castien staring at his lips in a transfixed manner.
A glance at Castien’s crotch confirmed that he was already half-hard. Eridan raised his eyebrows, smiling a little despite himself. “Eager, Master?” he teased.
Castien’s eyes narrowed.
The next thing he knew, he was yanked down and kissed, Castien’s mouth greedy and possessive. I’ll show who is the eager one, apprentice mine.
Looping his arms around his Master’s neck, Eridan kissed back, losing himself in pleasure, his hurt and doubts forgotten. For now. He felt warm. He felt beautiful. He felt wanted, no matter what Castien said.
Part of him knew that this couldn’t last, that what they were doing would only end up blowing up in his face spectacularly, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
He wanted this man.
Wanted him more than anything in the world.
Maybe it was foolish, but he didn’t care.
Chapter Twenty-One: Brother
Calluvian Society Gossip
PRINCE-CONSORT MEHMER ALIVE
THE GOLDEN COUPLE REUNITED
Prince-Consort Mehmer, who was thought to have been murdered by the rebels more than a year ago, is alive! It appears the prince-consort has been living all this time with a 202-year-old man, Dien Regbes, who found him in the Kavalchi Mountains, unconscious and bleeding from a head wound. Having lived away from civilization for decades, the elderly man did not recognize him. The prince-consort had been suffering from amnesia for over a year before his memories finally returned to him.
He is reunited with his husband, Prince Jamil, and their daughter, Princess Tmynne, whom he has not even met!
We at Calluvian Society Gossip are delighted for the royal couple and wish them all the best.
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THE HEIR TO THE FIFTH GRAND CLAN ALIVE
Crown Prince Warrehn’ngh’zaver, who has long been presumed kidnapped and killed by the rebels, is alive! According to our sources in the Council, the long-lost prince has been on Planet Tai’Lehr all this time. As our readers might or might not know, Tai’Lehr is a faraway, industrial colony of the Third Grand Clan. Prince Warrehn claims that the rebels actually saved him from assassination by his own bodyguards. Our sources were not able to determine how Prince Warrehn ended up on Tai’Lehr after being saved by the rebels, but it is obvious why he was not able to return until now: Tai’Lehr is cut off from Calluvia by the Shibal-Kuvasi war zone, and long-range communicators do not work because of the massive deposits of korviu on the planet.
Many have been curious about the delegation that arrived from Tai’Lehr a few days ago, but who would have thought that it would include the long-lost heir to the Fifth Grand Clan?
Rohan’ngh’lavere, Lord Tai’Lehr and the governor of the colony, personally accompanied Prince Warrehn.
“My father wasn’t willing to risk the prince’s life by making him travel through the war zone, but after discussing it with the prince, we decided to take the risk,” Lord Tai’Lehr told us. He’s a handsome, tall man with rather exotic features, with a fascinating faint accent we could listen to forever.
When asked why now, Lord Tai’Lehr was refreshingly straightforward. “We heard that Prince Samir’s coronation was approaching and Warrehn felt he owed it to his people not to allow the wrong person to ascend to the throne, even if he had to risk his life to get here. Preserving the true line of succession is paramount for all clans, as we cannot allow civil war to destroy our grand clans from within.”
This Author couldn’t agree more with Lord Tai’Lehr, but it brings up an interesting point:
What’s going to happen to Prince Samir, who has been raised to be the King for the past nineteen years?
We imagine the atmosphere will be rather awkward in the Fifth Royal Palace…
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BREAKING! THE REBELS COME FORWARD AND PUSH FOR LEGALIZATION OF THEIR RIGHTS. TIMES ARE CHANGING?
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Eridan was meditating in the monastery’s gardens when he felt a strong disturbance through the bond.
He opened his eyes, frowning.
Ever since their conversation months ago, the bond between him and Castien had been firmly blocked from both sides. These days Eridan could barely sense his Master when they were in the same room, much less when they were across the entire monastery from each other.
Something must have happened for Castien’s shields to start leaking emotion. He could sense unease, cold anger, and something that felt a lot like anxiety.
Eridan got to his feet and allowed the bond to pull him toward Castien.
He couldn’t deny that he missed this, missed feeling his Master through their bond. Over the past months, the mental distance between them had eaten him from the inside out, even though it was the smart thing to do. They still had sex, and often—that was one thing Eridan couldn’t deny himself, and Castien didn’t seem inclined to stop their physical relationship, either—but now they both guarded their thoughts and minds, careful about keeping their telepathic marks apart.
And it felt like hell. The sex scratched the itch only temporarily, leaving the other hunger unsatisfied. Eridan had no idea if the mental distance between them was working and Castien was Class 7 again or not. He hadn’t asked. Truth be told, they didn’t talk much these days, spending most of their time alone naked or half-naked. On the rare occasion they managed to keep their clothes on, he caught his Master looking at him with a strange expression Eridan wasn’t sure what to make of. He wasn’t sure of anything these days.
The bond led him to Castien’s office.
“Eridan, His Grace isn’t alone,” Irrene told him.
Eridan paused outside the door, listening to his senses. He could sense the other person in Castien’s office, their telepathic presence strangely familiar.
It took him a moment to place it.
Warrehn.
Warrehn was in Castien’s office.
Eridan frowned, confused. What was that rebel, the new King of the Fifth Grand Clan, doing here?
Ignoring Irrene, he pushed the heavy door open and entered the room.
Castien was seated behind his desk, his expression inscrutable. If Eridan couldn’t sense his emotions, he would have never even guessed that he had them.
Warrehn was pacing the room, radiating rage and something else.
His head snapped toward Eridan, and he came to an abrupt halt, just looking at him, his blue eyes strangely bright.
Warrehn opened his mouth and closed it, his throat bobbing. “Eri?” he finally croaked out.
Eridan blinked and looked at him in bewilderment. He looked at Castien, feeling lost.
His Master just looked back, something very strange in his gaze.
“I know it’s you,” Warrehn said hoarsely. “I felt—I started feeling something like a faint familial bond by the time you left, but I thought I was imagining it.”
Eridan tore his gaze from Castien’s and looked at Warrehn. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Warrehn.”
Warrehn took a step toward him.
Eridan felt Castien tense up, but he remained seated.
“Rohan just told me that you are my brother,” Warrehn said, looking at Eridan intently. “I feel like an idiot for not realizing it myself. You look so much like our mother.”
Eridan laughed a little. “What? I’m not your brother.”
Warrehn frowned. “Rohan said you knew. He said you already knew that you were a prince of the Fifth Grand Clan.”
Eridan shook his head, feeling a dull headache. Something niggled at the back of his mind, a sense of wrongnes
s. “What are you talking about?” he whispered, his heart beating fast. “What does Rohan’ngh’lavere have to do with this?”
Warrehn scowled, shooting a glare at Castien. “Hasn’t he told you that he blackmailed Rohan into remaining silent about the High Hronthar’s true motivations and power?”
Eridan looked at Castien. “Master?”
Castien looked down before clarifying, “Lord Tai’Lehr is in a clandestine relationship with Prince Jamil. By revealing that Prince Jamil’s husband was not actually dead, I made sure that Lord Tai’Lehr needed me to support the divorce bill he would want to push, to free his lover from the unwanted marriage.”
Eridan frowned. Now it made sense why Castien had let Prince-Consort Mehmer go home, but he still wasn’t sure what that had to do with Rohan claiming that Eridan was a prince—and Warrehn’s brother.
As though reading his thoughts, Warrehn said, “Prince Ksar told Rohan about you—Ksar learned about your identity in Idhron’s memories, and Ksar said you were aware of it.” He frowned. “But you didn’t know? I don’t get it. How could Ksar have been wrong about it? He’s a Seven.”
Eridan stared at him. Something was wrong. He could sense that Warrehn was being completely serious and honest—he somehow knew that he was telling the truth, but… But he had no memories of it.
His stomach sinking, he looked at Castien.
Castien looked back, something uneasy about his telepathic presence.
“You…” Eridan whispered. “You erased my memories of it, didn’t you?”
Castien’s silence said it all.
Something inside Eridan—it felt a lot like hope—shriveled up and died. His throat closed up. “When?” he managed. “How much did you erase?”
“You bastard—”
Eridan lifted his hand, stopping Warrehn. “No. I want to hear it. He owes answers to me, not you.” He glared at Castien. “I’m waiting.”
Castien leaned back in his chair, his gaze heavy with something Eridan couldn’t quite identify. “About a month ago. All I did was erase from your mind the knowledge of your birth name. That is all, Eridan.”