Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 15:55:24 -0700
From: Elryc Caledon <morgorn1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Prince - 5

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The Prince - Part Five

Morien awoke in the early morning, after sleeping
soundly in the Prince's bed all night.  He rubbed
his eyes and slowly sat up.

The Prince was no longer in bed, and did not answer
when Morien called out in a low voice to him.  It
did not take long for Morien to ascertain the Prince's
apartments were empty, and the fires had gone out.

Morien suddenly felt an air of intrusion, and so he
hastened to locate his clothing, which had been so
wantonly discarded the night before, and slipped into
them quickly and quietly, before padding off down the
hallway to his own room.

There was a fire in the room, and Morien warmed
himself beside it for a few moments, before deciding
to go and bathe before breakfast.  He gathered up
some fresh garments, and then made his way down the
passage to the bathhouse.

There were a few other men there when he arrived, and
they smiled and nodded at Morien as he entered the
welcome warmth of the spring waters.

After Morien had finished washing his hair, he asked
the others assembled there if they had seen the Prince
that morning.

"Yes, he saddled his horse, and headed off towards
the falls," said a man who was sitting close by.
Morien recognized as being being one of the many men
he had been introduced to the previous day by Bradbury.

"Thank you," Morien responded, "Your name is...Sheppington,
I believe?"

"Yes," Sheppington nodded, and he moved closer to where
Morien was seated, "And how are you getting on here?"

Morien's throat tightened for a moment.  The truth was,
with Bradbury's departure, he was feeling restless and
forgotten, as if he was peripheral to an event, which,
as he remembered it, had taken place to remove him from an
an existence that was both solitary and dangerous.

Morien instinctually realized that his frenetic coupling with
the Prince the prior evening did not mean a lasting
relationship would form.  Lust had been satiated, little
more.

"I am getting better at finding my way around," Morien
gathered his thoughts, and smiled, "I feel in no danger of
starving now that I know how to reach the galley."

Sheppington laughed quietly at that, and the two men
fell into an easy conversation.

Morien found that Sheppington was highly intelligent, and
widely read, and that he had lived at the hall for some time.
Sheppington had a pleasing way with words; he was a man of
taste and discretion.  As the two men sat together in the
steamy water, Morien grew fascinated with the economy of
Sheppington's speech, his way of saying nothing except by
hinted shades of agreement and disagreement; Morien longed
to master it himself, as he suddenly felt very coarse and
raw next to one who held such a mastery over language.

Sheppington offered to take Morien, later that same day,
to see the falls which Morien had seen from the top of the
ridge looking down into the valley upon his arrival.  Morien
thanked him for taking the trouble.

Sheppington was in, in fact, the housekeeper, of the great
hall.  Sheppington confessed it was not a strenuous duty,
as all the men assigned to care for the household duties
were hand picked because they loved domestic life, caring
little for the outside world and so were content in seeing
that everything proceeded in an orderly way within the hall.

The two men decided to go and eat, and Morien followed
Sheppington out of the water.  Though he tried to be polite,
Morien could not resist casting his eyes briefly over Sheppington's
well-proportioned body.  Sheppington was possessed of a
a very broad set of shoulders, a narrow waist, which flowed
into surprisingly well filled out buttocks, and he had long legs.
He moved with an uncommon grace, and as he turned to help Morien
dry off, Morien caught a glimpse of a thick, pendulous penis
swaying enticingly out of a dark pubic patch.

The two men dressed and headed to the dining hall, where
they feasted on hot buttered toast and strong tea.  After
Sheppington had a few minutes conversation with another man
about some arrangements for the supper that evening, he
and Morien donned their cloaks and began walking in the
direction of the falls.

It took them about an hour to reach the falls, as the site
was some three miles distant.  The grounds were very beautiful,
and Morien drank in the beauty of the surrounding countryside,
with everything smelling of the sweet sadness of fall.

As no specific duties had yet been mentioned by anyone to
Morien, other than Bradbury's initial reference to a steward,
Sheppington proposed a range of duties, involving the Prince's
apartments, linens, and clothing.  The Prince did not often
visit the estate, and when he did, his visits were invariably
without notice and of short duration.  However, Sheppington
preferred to keep the Prince's apartments ready to receive
him at all times without notice.

Morien agreed to this plan of action, pleased to have something
to occupy his time, and pleased further still that such duties
would leave him plenty of leisure time to pursue his plan of
study in the library of the great hall.

Presently, Sheppington and Morien reached the falls.  They
stood gazing at the falling waters for some time, for Morien
had never witnessed such natural beauty, and thus was not
inclined to leave in any kind of a hurry.

There was a small building near the lake surrounding the falls,
and Sheppington suggested they rest a bit there, and have a
small meal, before returning to the hall.  And so the two
walked companionably towards the building, and Morien helped
with starting a fire, and getting water ready for their tea.
Though small, with only one room, the building was sturdy and
well made, provided with a stocked larder, a bed, a fireplace
with ample cooking utensils, and a roofed porch facing the
falls.

With the faint thunder in the back ground, Sheppington and
Morien spoke but little, enjoying their mugs of tea, and
letting the beauty of their surroundings while away the
time.

After they finished their tea, Sheppington moved and stood close
to Morien, with almost a question in his eyes.  Morien looked
into his eyes, and then sighed with quiet pleasure as Sheppington
turned his head to one side and cautiously kissed him.

Without hurrying in the slightest, the two men undressed each
other, and each reveled in the other's nudity when they were
finally naked together on the bed.  They writhed and rolled
for some time on the bed, until Morien, somewhat to his surprise,
found that he was on top of Sheppington's broad back, with his
erect penis delving deeply into the dark, mysteriously delicious
cleft of Sheppington's buttocks.

Sheppington raised his ass slightly, making an a sound of approval
and Morien smeared his engorged cock with oil, and slapped some
quickly into Sheppington's cleft, then he eased his dick forward
until it gently parted Sheppington's fleshy buttocks, and eased
gently, but firmly, into his tight hole.

Sheppington gasped, then moaned with pleasure as Morien slid all
the way inside, balls deep.  Morien was awash with pleasure, as
the hot ass gripping his cock milked him pleasurably, all he
could do was moan and thrust, gently at first, but with more
insistence and power later on, until he was slamming vigorously
into Sheppington's body.

Finally, with a great gasp, Morien's semen flooded Sheppington's
ass in great bursts, which left Morien completely drained and
weak, and he collapsed on Sheppington's back.  Soon Morien felt his
cock deflate and fall out of Sheppington's ass.

The two men lay quietly for a few more moments, before
Sheppington stirred and rolled Morien onto his back, and then,
raising Morien's legs, he gently penetrated Morien with his cock,
which was considerably thicker than any that Morien had thus far
taken, but Sheppington was so gentle, that Morien experienced no
pain.  Sheppington stroked deeply, but gently, into Morien's tight
ass, and after a few minutes, he froze and gasped quietly as his
balls tightened up and he unloaded his seed deep inside of Morien's
body.

After they both had slept for about a quarter of an hour, they rose
and dressed themselves, and prepared to head back towards the hall.
As they did so, the two men indulged in several lingering kisses,
and Morien felt a strange feeling tugging at his heart, as he held
the handsome man in his arms.

"Do you feel it too?" Sheppington suddenly asked, as they headed
out on the path towards to the hall.

"Yes," Morien said, knowing exactly what Sheppington was referring
to, with his usual brevity.

"It is not too soon?" Sheppington shot Morien an intense look.

"No, Sheppington, it is not too soon.  It is just in time." Morien's
throat tightened, and he could say no more, and Sheppington turned
towards him, and kissed again, long and soundly.

Shoulder to shoulder, they walked back to the great hall.

And in the distance, in the eaves of the protective forest, the
Prince watched them go, with both gladness and sorrow in his eyes.

And other eyes watched them too, eyes that were both cunning and cruel,
and full of hatred and envy, waiting for the time to strike.  The eyes
glared, until the Prince detected their presence and they finally fled,
fearing his vengeance if caught where they knew they should not be.

Nightfall began as Morien and Sheppington reached the hall, and valley
settled into a peaceful, quiet slumber.