Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2005 12:42:24 -0700
From: Elryc Caledon <morgorn1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Prince 4

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or
the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story
involves descriptions of unsafe sexual
acts between men for the purpose of
erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage
or homoerotic material is otherwise
illegal in your area, please do not
continue. Author retains copyright; do
not duplicate this story without the
express written consent by
the author. Comments and suggestions
are welcomed by the author at
morgorn1@hotmail.com]



The Prince - Part Four


Morien awoke early the next mornng, at the first
gray streak of dawn, to a knock on the door of his
bedroom.

"Yes?" Morien croaked, his voice betraying the toll
the journey to the great hall had taken upon him.

The door opened and a man entered the apartment
holding a basket laden with wood for the fire.  After
a brief, shy smile at Morien, the man knelt and quickly
tended to the fire, and then nodding his head, he
disappeared back into the hallway, closing the door
as he went.

Morien, awake now, and hungry besides, decided to
get up.  He made use of a wash stand with its pitcher
of refreshingly cold water, and found a brush which
he used to smooth his hair down with.

Greyflower had previously informed Morien that the
upright wardrobe in his bedroom was full of clothing,
and that all of the garments therein were at his disposal.

Morien sorted through the wardrobe for something comfortable
and warm, for the room seemed chilly, and he assumed
the great hall itself would probably be none too warm
at this time of the year, no matter how many fires
were built.

Morien settled on slipping on the deceptively simple looking
tunic over his head that Greyflower had given him last night,
then he added a warm open vest over that, some comfortable tan
trousers, and finished with the leather shoes that seem to mold
themselves to his feet, that were also given to him by Greyflower
the previous evening.

The rumbling of his stomach reminded him that he wanted
his breakfast, and Morien opened the door to the hallway
and ventured towards the staircase Greyflower had led
them up the previous evening, without really knowing
in which direction he should seek the galley.

"Are you ready for a bit of breakfast?" Bradbury asked
him quietly, having approached noiselessly from behind.

Morien, having started a little at the unexpected voice,
simply smiled and nodded his head, just as his stomach
rumbled loudly, which caused both of them to laugh.

"Come," Bradbury said, "I'll show you the way, and then
I'll give you a tour of the hall and the grounds, before
I leave."

"You are leaving?" Morien frowned.

"Yes.  I'm charged with protecting our woods, and seeing
that all who dwell here are kept safe."

"Oh," Morien said sadly, but then, feeling a bit of shame
at showing such a weakness, continued in a firmer tone,
"When will you return then?  Do you stop here often?"

"Not as often as I should like."

Morien stood quietly, now really unable to fight the wave
of sadness that passed through him.

Seeing the expression on Morien's face, Bradbury grasped
him by the shoulder, and then pulled him close for a brief
kiss, and then enveloped him in a warm, lingering hug.

"I do not want you to leave me here alone," Morien choked
out, trying to not give in to the tears that threatened
to spill over his lids.

"Shh, hush now; you will never be alone.  That is why the
Prince had me bring you here."

Presently, after sensing Morien to quiet a little, Bradbury
released Morien from his hug, and together they continued
down the stairs, and Bradbury led the way to the galley.

Upon reaching the galley, Bradbury was greeted by a
middle-aged man named Jordan, who was in charge of the
various environs connected with the kitchen.  Jordan politely
greeted Morien, then, after seeing both Morien and Bradbury
comfortably seated at the end of huge oaken table nearest the
fire, he supplied the pair with a pot of elderberry tea and a
loaf of fresh bread, warm and crusty, with fresh butter, along
with some preserves that Jordan proudly noted had won some
distinction within the hall for being the among the best
blueberry preserves ever tasted.

After the two men had satisfied their hunger, they took their
leave of the obliging Jordan, who modestly accepted their
lavish compliments on the quality of the bread and most
especially the delicious preserves, and they proceeded on their
tour of the great hall and the immediate grounds.

The ground floor of the main building consisted of great rooms,
some furnished more richly than others, but all having an air
of long usage, but with great care, as everything was kept in
a tidy condition, and while old, and showing a certain amount of
age, everything was carefully preserved.

Bradbury led Morien around the collection of rooms.  There was
a large dining hall, rarely used, a music room, and, to Morien's
true delight, an enormous library.  The library was eplete with
the delicious smell of books, and a very extensive collection
of books there was, along with maps, and other sundry articles
that were all very interesting to Morien, who looked forward to
visiting the room  often in an effort to satisfy his great
curiosity of the world, such as he knew it, around him.

Outside the hall, Bradbury led the way around the front grounds,
where there was an extensive shrubbery, flowering plants of all
descriptions, and a graceful fountain.  In the back were the stables,
and then several gardens for the use of the kitchen, all of which
backed right up against a tall ridge, covered with trees, which
were rapidly losing all their leaves, due to the heavy frosts
which had set in.

As he conducted the tour, Bradbury introduced Morien to several men,
of varying ages and dispositions.  There were no women present at
the estate, or even in the valley, which was the preference of the
Prince.  While Morien felt this to be somewhat odd, he kept his
opinion to himself.

Bradbury informed Morien that all present at the hall were
encouraged to assist in the gardens as they were able and that
special sections could set aside for personal use.

In the distance, beyond the immediate grounds of the hall,
were areas where cattle were raised, along with sheep, horses,
pigs, and various types of poultry.

"Everything in our larders," Bradbury said, "comes from this
estate.  We are not dependant on any outside source for our
food."

Everything about the great hall, and the surrounding estate
reflected the fact that all was well and sensibly managed,
everything was well fitted up and very clean.  There were signs
of age, but none-the-less, there was an air of cleanliness and
harmony that Morien had never before witnessed.

Though the sun continued to shine brightly, the chill of the
coming autumn was in the air, and soon Bradbury led the back
into the building, and Morien was glad to get out of the cooling
breeze, which had been merrily chasing the leaves around the walks.

Bradbury settled Morien by the fire in a large open room, which
looked to be a sort of general purpose work room, and brought
him a pot of tea.

"And now, my friend, I must leave you for a while," Bradbury
gently announced to Morien after they had sat and rested for a
few moments.

Morien's face fell momentarily, but then he thanked Bradbury for
all he had done, and wished him safe journey.

"I will return in several months to see how you are getting along."

"I am sure I will be fine," Morien said, and he made sure he kept his
sorrow at Bradbury's departure hidden.

Bradbury left shortly thereafter, as the shadows of the afternoon
lengthened, and Morien could not help but feel saddened and dull at
the temporary loss of his friend.

Morien, while dwelling on these thoughts, gradually nodded off,
as the chair was deep and comfortable, and he was tired after the
exertions of the day. How long he slept, he was unsure of, but night
was approaching rapidly when he awoke, so he knew he had slept for
several hours.

Gradually, Morien became aware that someone was in the room, lighting
the candles for the evening.  The man, very tall, with broad shoulders,
had his back to Morien, and there was an air of great age about him,
as he had a mane of snowy white hair flowing far down his back, nearly
to his narrow waist.  It was braided on the sides, with three distinct
sections meeting in the back; the effect was both elegant and graceful.

Finally, at length, the man slowly turned and faced Morien, holding
a burning taper in his right hand that illuminated his face.

"Oh!" Morien gasped.

Before Morien stood a man so remarkably beautiful, that it was almost
painful to continue for Morien to continue to gaze at his face.

The man's classic, heart-shaped face had a clear, light brown, almost
transparent complexion, framed by the cloud of his white hair.  Beneath
white eyebrows, which nearly extended to the hair on his temples, he
had large, lustrous, blue-violet colored eyes, which seemed to be glowing,
and which were framed by long eyelashes, which were also white, which lent
to the exotic aura of his face.

He had a well shaped nose, and his mouth had full, sensual lips.  His
figure was remarkable, and his skin was smooth, unblemished by even the
tiniest scar or mole and was wholly unwrinkled, proving Morien's initial
impression of great age to be wrong.

Morien stared for what seemed like several minutes, in shock, at the man,
who stood quite calmly, and then blushing at his rudeness, Morien quickly
averted his gaze.

"I am so sorry," Morien stammered, "I..."

He fell silent, unable to arrange his thoughts.

"I am," Morien began again, but again he stopped.

"You are Morien," the man finished for him, in a deep, pleasant, curiously
resonant voice, which sounded to Morien almost if there were two or more
voices at speaking at once.

"I am the one who caused you to be brought here."

Morien, though suddenly feeling a little faint, stood and bowed.

"Sir, I cannot possibly thank you enough for your extreme kindness."

"You are certainly most welcome, Morien.  Please, do be seated."

Morien gratefully sank back into his chair, and then gazed with unabashed
wonder at the Prince, who took a chair close by to Morien's.

After smiling kindly at Morien, the Prince began encouraging Morien to
ask what questions he may.

"And so you really are a prince?" Morien asked presently, as he found his
initial shyness to wear off.

"I used to be a prince, in a place far from here, but am one no longer.
However, those who live here in this valley, continue to call me a prince,
and I let them do as they please."

The two sat and talked for several hours.  Morien finally asked about the
absence of women on the estate.

The Prince's face clouded slightly.

"Long ago, I fell in love with a very beautiful woman, but she was...
beneath my station.  However, despite knowing it was dangerous, I foolishly
pushed ahead and wed her, in violation of the law."

There was a pause.

"What happened?" Morien asked cautiously.

"She was put to death," the Prince said bluntly, with a hint of pain and
anger echoing in his voice, "no mercy was shown to either her or our
children;
they were all swept away."

The Prince sighed.

"Her memory is sacred to me, and thus to honor her, I allow no women to
reside
here on the estate."

Morien nodded in understanding, and the Prince steered the conversation to
other topics.  The Prince was very learned in languages, history, the
natural
sciences, and gave short, yet thorough and very understandable discourses in
response to Morien's questions.

Greyflower presently appeared with a fresh pot of tea, and a platter of
bread, cheese, butter, and some meat that gave off a powerful, pleasantly
savory aroma.

Greyflower set the food on a low table, and then bowed at the Prince,
before giving Morien a broad wink as he exited the room.

Morien felt his cheeks turn pink as the Prince smiled at him.

Conversation was at a minimum while they ate, then began to pick up again
after they finished their meal and sat sipping at mugs of tea.

Presently, the Prince stretched a little, and then looking at Morien, asked
him if was time they retired?

"Certainly," Morien replied politely, though in reality he wasn't the least
bit tired now.

They stood, and as they did so, the Prince stepped very close to Morien,
then, gazed into his eyes, with a question in them.

"Will you honor me, Morien, by sleeping tonight in my chamber, instead of
your own?"

Morien felt his chest tighten with joy, and a fire ignited in his loins,
such as he had not felt even when Bradbury had first kissed him on the road
near his cottage.

"Sir, it is you who honor me."

The Prince led the way up the stairs, and his sleeping apartments were the
first at the top of the stairs, and he opened the door, ushering Morien
inside, then closed and locked the door.

The rooms were furnished in much the same manner as the room assigned to
Morien, only there were more, and these were more spacious.  There was a
fire in a sitting room, and a fire in the bed chamber.

The Prince gently led Morien over to the bed.

"You are so beautiful," the Prince murmured, and, cupping Morien's face
in his long-fingered, beautiful hands, he tilted his head down and gently
brushed Morien's lips with his own, in a soft caress at first, then more
firmly, then he pulled Morien tightly to his body and began to ravish his
mouth, his checks, and flicked his tongue lightly over the hollow of
Morien's
throat.

Morien arched his back in almost unbearable pleasure, as he felt the Prince
lift his body off the floor and laid him gently on the bed.  He kept his
eyes
closed as the Prince quickly stripped all his clothing off, but opened them
again as the Prince lifted Morien's hands and urged Morein to undress him
too.

Morien helped the Prince slip off all his clothing, and presently he proudly
stood nude before Morien; an impossibly beautiful man.  His skin was
entirely
without any blemish of even the smallest kind.  His muscles were well
developed, defined, his nipples were flushed dark red, the color matched
the glans of his erect penis, which stood like a stout tree out of his
white pubic bush, and his scrotum, drooping with twin plum-sized testicles,
was perfection itself.

Morien was close to climaxing, he was becoming so excited that his breath
was coming in short gasps.

The Prince touched Morien, and calmed and soothed him, then he slipped onto
the bed, and began to gently kiss and caress Morien, bringing Morien to
such heights of pleasure, such as to make him wonder how anyone could live
an entire lifetime and never experience such blissful wonder.

After a long interval of caresses and hot, lingering kisses, the Prince
took some oil and began fingering Morien's tight anus.

Morien sighed as the long fingers delved deeply into him, loosening his
tight
ass muscles for the Prince's cock.

Morien spread his legs for the Prince, as the Prince rose above him and
prepared to mount him.

Grabbing Morien's ankles, the Prince lifted Morien's buttocks completely
off the bed which brought Morien's loosened hole up next to the Prince's
cock, which he had smeared oil all over.

After a several long seconds, the Prince maneuvered his hips until his dick,
which was dripping with precum, was touching Morien opening.  Then, locking
eyes with Morien, with one quick motion, he pushed his penis all the way
into Morien, without stopping, until he was balls deep inside Morien's ass.

Morien, despite the loosening, was not prepared for such an assault and let
out a screech of pain as the large penis parted the tight flesh inside of
him, that had previously gone untouched.

The Prince, ignoring Morien's cry, kept his dick deep inside, moaning with
the pleasure, then he let go of Morien's ankles, and leveraged Morien's ass
up with his upper thighs, then he began a long, balls deep fucking of
Morien's ass, slamming deeply inside, before pulling back nearly all the
way out.

"I am taking you now, Morien." The Prince whispered as he continued his
heavy thrusts.

"Deeper, deeper, please, deeper," Morien gasped frantically, feeling the
head of the cock inside of starting to swell with the impending orgasm of
the Prince.

The Prince grabbed Morien's ankles again, and locking Morien's legs apart,
he began to slam viciously into Morien's ass.

"Yes, that's it, take it, take it, take it, no, don't pull away, you can't
get away, take it, take it, take it all," the Prince growled in a low voice
as he continued his long, almost cruel thrusting.

Morien's climax seized his entire body, his eyes rolled backwards and he
became almost completely insensible as his cum shot out of his cock and
splattered all over his body.

The Prince let out a scream of pleasure as Morien's anal ring clamped down
tightly around his own penis.

Morien could feel the penis pulse, pulse again, and then the Prince gasped
as his ejaculation began, and Morien felt his bowels being pumped full of
the slippery semen.

Morien felt the Prince's penis soften, then it slipped out of his with a
soft plopping sound, and the Prince lay down beside him.

And Morien went to sleep, soothed in the beautiful arms of the Prince.

And the Prince cradled the frail, mortal, human in his arms, and laid there
the duration of the night, awaiting the dawn, for he, unlike Morien, or any
of the other lovers he had taken over many centuries, was not human, and
would not sleep yet, for when sleep finally came, at the end of time, it
would be forever.

Until then, there was much to be done.