Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 14:47:35 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Submission: Clan Kiln 1

Comments are welcome!!

            The land of Sa'k-Mere.  It is a vast region of our world,
Mastcal'lia, which means "majesty without measure" in my language.
Sa'k-Mere is the place I rule and I do so with little resistance, not
because there is none but because our neighbors are mostly peaceful.  There
are majestic mountain ranges whose burnt gray snowcaps scrape a cerulean
sky, towering k'ran'es whose mighty branches sway in the afternoon breezes
and carpets of glittering emerald grass that give shelter to many a breed
of creature.  There are many aspects to the land that I rule that are both
beautiful and deadly.  This is the nature of Sa'k-Mere and the nature of my
people -- the K'airn.

            I am Tol, leader of the clan, Kiln. Because of this, I am
"Tol'Kiln", in your human tongue, it would sound much like the Earth
writer, Tolkien. I am easily six grine tall with a solid body of muscle
covered with a light coat of creamed-coffee fur.  I am streaked with darker
stripes along my torso and pubic area in a pattern like sun rays through
dust. My eyes are the color of spun gold flecked with bronze with a dark
slit through the center like the giant cats that guard our palace and
temples. It is said that one of my people mated with the great felines to
produce Clan Kiln and judging from many of the younglings, I must agree.
They are graceful, predatory, and many are covered in soft down such as
mine that shimmers like morning dew in the light. Many others are smooth as
polished stone, unfurred, and still some are moderately furred with smooth
planes on their overall person. That is one of the beauties of my people --
we are as varied as the morning colors and as diverse as the spangles in
the night sky.

            My palace lies along the north shore of the Argon Sea, a violet
and violent body of churning water that carves away at the cliff sides
surrounding my palace, turning them into a jagged row of sharp spikes that
keep my sea-faring enemies at bay.  The water is the color of amethyst
because it is this stone that lines many of the ocean beds and lend its
color to the waters above.

The place I call home has fifty seven rooms, some for dining, some for
sitting, many for learning, loving, tutelage and training of the young
warriors of our clan. At the foothills of my palace is the small townage of
Yal'Halla, where my people settled and sought refuge from the snows and
rains of this world.  It is where they carved their magnificent dwellings
from the very rock and tamed the ragged soil, forcing it to produce bounty
upon bounty to feed their young and nurture themselves.

            Here in my world, we are warriors but we do not seek war. Few
things mean more than the defense of peace and the sharing of ourselves
among one another. We defend our peace with a vengeance and we love with
equal passion. It is rare to see matings of less than four beings and even
more rare for those matings to last fewer than eighty years.  Our matings
are much more select when dealing with matters of breeding.  Only the best
qualities are passed among our seed to our young.  This is not genetic
snobbery but the way it has been done for century without measure and this
way has produced the strongest, most noble, and bravest species this world
has seen.

            You will no doubt see similarities between our people and your
own.  This is not surprising when one considers that many eons ago, some of
our people ventured into the dimension of Earth and mated there.  We
brought the products of those unions back with us; many did not survive the
harsh climate and heavier gravity here. The air was like mud to their
lungs, the forces holding us to the ground were as dead weights upon their
limbs and spirits.  Men of Earth were not meant to live among the K'airn.

            However, K'airn men thrived on your Earth.  The smooth-skinned
ones blended perfectly among your athletic elite, your intellectual giants
and even among your "everyday people".  You would notice us if you looked
closely enough at the sinewy bodies that seemed effortlessly attained,
those of use with slightly darker colored eyes in shades common to you and
those of us with grace, stamina and fervor that seem higher than ordinary
humans.  Yes, we still live among you and yes, you are still none the wiser
for it.

            So, I give you the background needed to tell this tale.  There
is additional information that I will add to this tale as it progresses but
for now, let the Elysia that is my world surround you and submerge yourself
within its oceans, forests and other terrain through which my words will
take you.

            Welcome to Sa'k-Mere, humans.  May your stay with us be
enjoyable and enlightening.



            I woke the morn of what we call M'kar, the time when those aged
far enough to achieve manhood and venture into our world to find a place in
it, to find the triad waiting for me.  In the courtyard just outside my
bedchamber, each of them knelt around a fountain, each praying in our
native tongue.  We do not have singular gods, as you would envision them,
but rather essences of those gone before us whose spirits live among us.
We often pray to them for guidance in this world and for company when we
lack such things.  Even the bravest of my people need the simplest of
comforts.  We do worship higher beings that we call "gods" but they are a
story for another time.

Today, the three (there are always three who depart together, no more, no
less) were kneeling with heads bowed and backs arched in supplication.  It
was tradition to hold this state for the first two hours of morning,
showing a strength forged from body training to prove to the god, J'guara,
that you were ready for the trials of the day. This is to prevent young
ones from moving too quickly into the adult destiny before you.

            "The morning greets you all." I said to them, raising my arms,
framing the rising of the twin eyes into the sky.  "And you greet it, as
well.  With the elements of growing within you all?"

            "Compassion, Contentment, Curiosity in Keeping."  They answered
back in unison, their eyes closed, heads raised in reverence to the Life
Givers climbing over them.  "As Horus flies, as Apollo embraces, as Odin
observes!"  They continued.

            "Rise, boy-men."

            One by one, the cublings rose to stand before me.  To my right,
a tawny colored male, his naked flesh smooth but for the dusting of hair at
his navel that wound wistfully around his torso to disappear into a pubic
bush of the same color.  His head was smooth with a crest of the same tawny
colored hair rising three inkles from his scalp.  In his right ear he wore
three silver rings and two gold. The same adorned his left ear with an
additional sapphire stone that glittered in the morning glare.  His full
eyes flashed the same, I noticed. He smiled at me and I returned his smile.

            "Ank'hl." I acknowledged, using his adult name as befitting his
new station.

            To my immediate left, a youngling of smooth body, colored dark
honey, stood and raised his head proudly, throwing his mane of darker hair
around behind him.  He wore his morning shift of brilliant purple that was
run through with gold to resemble lightning that streaks the storm-sky.
His eyes flashed the same purple as he smiled and I returned his smile, as
well.

            "D'tra." I said to him, a nod in his direction.

            The final lad was striking enough that he needed no second
glance from any who saw him. He was the color of storm with stripes of jet
running through the short fur that covered his person.  Wearing only an
anklet of polished gold, two bracers at his forearms and wrists, he was
naked, as well.  He wore his long, dark hair in a high knot on his head,
letting the remainder of it fall along his back. A shining gold ring
dangled from each of his nipples and navel.  A gold chain of interlocking
rings belted themselves around his waist and a thick gold ring surrounded
both his drooping manhood and the testicles beneath it.

            "Ch'aan." I said to him, his beauty astounding even to one who
had been with him from birth and watched him grow into it.

            The cub-warriors bowed in unison to me as the twin suns
separated and each began to outrace the other across the sky.  I afforded a
small glance toward the twin orbs before turning again to the circle of
youth.  They all wore eager expressions on their faces and a desire in
their eyes to begin their journey.  I had been where they were years ago
and remembered all of the feelings they were bound to have been
experiencing.  They straightened and stood proudly before me as I began to
speak.

            "Today, you begin your journey into the Wyld.  You see before
you the path that your life is to take."  I said to them, feeling from the
Link their trepidation.  "One of you may see before him a life on the sea,
another a life within the service of Horus while the last of you may return
here to serve me as personal guard."

            "Clan leader?"

            "Yes, Ank'hl?"

            "I am frightened. I have never ventured far from the Pryde
before."  The youngling said to me, honesty bearing through false modesty.
"I fear that I am ill-equipped to deal with what I might find."

            I stepped to this young man and let a gentle hand lift his head
upward.  Leaning forward, I pressed my lips tenderly to his, the fullness
of our mouths meeting and mingling for a long few moments.  Snaking my hand
around his trim waist, I held him to me tightly, allowing him no room to
move away from me.  The kiss deepened, my tongue slid deftly and silently
between his lips to explore the confines of his mouth.  I felt his body
relax as the kiss deepened still.  It was then, our minds brushed one
another and I felt young Ank'hl stiffen against me, braced and emboldened.

            "I will fill you, always, youngling.  You will have the benefit
of my strength whenever you might need it," I Synt to him as my mouth slid
along his and our minds spoke for us.  "Draw on this strength in your
moments of weakness and share this strength with your brothers."

            His body became stronger and I felt a rigidity in his stance
that told me my words reached their target.  I ended the kiss and withdrew
my hands from his supple body.  A glazed look of determination and youthful
lust clouded his eyes and I smiled at him.

            "The world is before you." I told them. "Today, you seek your
fortunes in Sa'k-Mere and when you have found your path, your lives will
truly begin.  Now, you must go to prepare for your journey."

            The three of them turned in unison and headed into the main
palace.  They would be fed, bathed and presented with tribute before
departing.  Kissing young Ank'hl had stirred morning feelings in me that I
had little time to attend to.  He had always been a favorite but I'd tried
to hide this fact from the others.  They'd teased me about this relentless,
my attempts to hide anything always becoming instead, terribly transparent.
Still naked myself, I felt my manstaff stir in its nest of curls,
threatening to rise and remind me it needed attention.

            I was a leader, however, not a lustful lover.  There were
things requiring my focus and this need was not one of the more pressing.
I did have other things waiting for me and this portion of my self had to
wait.  I reminded myself of this as I returned to my rooms to quickly bathe
and dress.

            Choosing in a pair of tight pants from the leather of fallen
dragons, heavy black boots of the same and a harness across my chest that
held my seal on a gold and silver circlet, I pulled on a heavy cloak to
guard against the still-present morning chill.  With gold and silver
bracers and a wide gold collar, I made my way down the hallway leading from
my bedchamber to the open courtyard where I took meals.  Just off from the
kitchens, the smells of warm food wafted through the air, awakening my
nostrils.

            Ank'hl's tawny form was now clad in dark emerald cloth, his
silver rings doubled and his sapphire replaced with the same green stone as
his clothes.  His blue eyes almost glowed in the morning light reflecting
off the many shining surfaces.  A thick strip of cloth served as a headband
and a dark cloak of thick fur was draped over his arm.  He smiled, his face
humanoid but feline in shape and angular beauty.

            "D'tra, your place, please." I said as I neared my chair.

            The dark honey colored youth pulled my chair away from the
table, his morning shift replaced by a thicker jumpsuit of the same
dragon-leather.  It was dark violet and adorned with several gold crests
all in good taste.  I watched him quietly as he fluffed my pillow, his
thick mane of hair braided tightly and woven with gold.  He was a marvel, I
thought as I looked at the intricate design.  This was done in such a short
time and done so very wonderfully.

            D'tra's violet eyes met mine and I saw in him what I knew all
too well.  The ample pouch of his jumpsuit twitched as I sat down, my hand
grazing his midsection mildly.  I smiled at him as the places around me
were set with plates, glasses, and cutlery.  The boys would take their
places after the gongs sounded.  My advisors were put out this morning and
I had to admit that I was glad.  So many times, my breakfasts were spent
discussing policy and lawmakings.  Because of today's circumstances, I was
spared this boredom.  My smile widened as D'tra's form straightened a bit,
no doubt my thoughts brushing his.

            "Sit, please." I said as Ch'aan's beautiful form slinked
forward and took his place next to me.  He was dressed in dark leather and
a dark cerulean cloak.  His long hair was knotted in several places to keep
it from blowing around, all his rings and adornments flashing.  "Your
father's armor, then?" I asked, a nod to his raiment's.

            "True enough, sire."

            I wondered if the gold ring holding his cock and testicles was
intact.  There was desire in the young gray's eyes as he sat and I felt it
too.  There was nothing to say on the topic of his father and I dare not
mention the one regarding his testicles and cock. Smiling simply at him, I
let silence have its leave.

            "You are all ready to embark upon your quest." I asked as they
all took their place at the table.  "You cannot know how proud I am of you
all.  This day has been a long time in the making and as it dawns, I am
swelling with pride for you all."

            "Where are you swelling exactly, sire?" D'tra asked smoothly, a
smile on his handsome face.  "Might we take care of that one last time for
you?"

            I smiled back, watching as the servants brought the morning
meal.  They all knew the answer to this question had to have been in the
negative.  Last night's romp had been the last we would have for a while
and they knew this.  The aching in my lower back, my hips and the backs of
my calves was a glorious testament to their virility and determination to
leave me with wonderful remembrances of them.

            We ate in a silence we'd hardly ever known.  There were many
things I wanted to say to them but found other things interfering.  I
looked into their faces and remembered them as cubs first coming to me
dressed in the rags of their orphanages and smeared with grime and dirt of
abandonment.  I'd taken them in, trained them and brought them up to the
adults they were, now.  Each of them had come into their gifts at early
ages and made their raising very interesting.  I would trade nothing in my
kingdom for these younglings.  This is what I told them when the meal had
concluded.

            D'tra rose first, adjusting his clothing.  His eyes were warm
but fierce and I met them.  I rose after him, taking him by the shoulders
and pressing our bodies together tightly, letting my hand run the length of
his broad back and trim waist.  My lips caressed his for a long moment
until he parted them and our tongues slid against one another.  A soft sigh
fell from him when I had withdrawn both tongue and lip.  He smiled at me,
heading from the place of meals.

            Ch'aan's cloaked form rose next and we embraced, my hands going
down his frame to cup his ample buttocks.  His cloak hid this movement but
the quickening of his breathing told me that was all that was hidden.  I
wished for another few moments with his firm, young body against mine but
alas, he had to be going, as well.  He smiled at me and followed his kin
from the room.  I could only watch for a moment until I tore my gaze from
him and faced the last in the hall.

            Ank'hl rose slowly and when he'd reached full height, faced me.
A silvery trail streaked his face and I pulled his face to my own with
tender hands.  My warm tongue traced the trail and I tasted tears.

            "Do not cry, young one.  You may return here whenever you'd
like." I told him with a warmth I felt all through my person.  "You are
always welcome within these walls.  When you return, it will be as an adult
with adult views and -- "

            "Adult passions, my lord?" He said quickly, his hand already at
my crotch and massaging me through my covering.  "I have them, already.
They burn for you, your touch and your bed."

            "Perhaps you will return to enjoy them, then." I said to him,
pressing his hand tighter so that he might feel my swelling manhood.  "Your
journey awaits, young warrior.  Return here a man so that I might pleasure
you as only another man might."

            "You may rely on that."  He said, his hand falling reluctantly.
"I will master your manly art after all."

            I'm sure he would.  I didn't say this to him as he turned and
followed the others but I would have liked to have.  I ran my own hand over
the bulge in my pants and followed the three into the clearing where their
palace family waited for them.  It was to these people that I smiled as I
put on the brave face I had to wear as I watched the trio head to the huge
bronze gates that stood between them and their new journey.

            "This day," I said to the assembled people.  "Our warrior trio
begin their life-walk into the world around us to find their place in it.
Our heart and soul, collectively, go with them.  Take that with you."  I
said to them, each of their eyes meeting mine.  "Find your courage along
the way, your heart within the world you find and bring with you all else
that you need to do this."

            One by one, the three of them turned toward the gate and as it
opened, made their way through and out into the world...away from me.



            Afternoon gold bathed the courtyard as I stood naked in the
sacred circle of Ecrus saplings. Their perfume waved around me, the gentle
whisperings of their blue and silver leaves was restful.  I'd loosed my
hair and it hung down my back, whipping in the slight breeze, brushing my
shoulders gently and caressing my arms likewise.  Stretched arms, locked
legs, firm back and solid waist, I took in every sound, smell, taste and
sensation, one at a time.  I missed my younglings, still.

            "Sire!" I heard even before I heard his footsteps on the
surrounding flagstones.  "We have mid-sun meals for you."

            "Alone, I assume. I have no taste for company with my meals
with my younglings gone so soon away from me."

            "Of course."

            Opening my eyes, I looked to my viceroy.  He was feline in
nature, a human grandmother on both sides of his parentage.  The beautiful
tangerian fur that covered him was all one color and laid close to the
muscle of his body.  Amber eyes, slit through with ebony looked back at me
from dark-lined lids and a very toothy smile lounged upon his handsome
face.

            He wore a chainmail loin covering atop a glittering emerald
cloth and a harness similar to mine with my crest emblazoned upon it.  A
heavy belt of dragon hide matched his thigh-high boots and wrist cuffs and
indicated the garb of his station.  Glittering gold rings hung from his
ears, nipples and navel, six in one ear, three in the other, two in each
chest mount and one from his stomach.  As if catching where my eye had
drifted, he fingered the filigree ring there.  He wore no cloak.  For him,
this was an oddity.  Long hair of tarnished gold was braided with gold cord
and hung over his shoulder, instead.  I returned his smile.

            "K'lash," I said to him in greeting as he hungrily drank in my
nakedness.  "Will it be you who serves me in their capacity?"

            "I serve in any capacity my lord sees fit." He said with not a
smile.

            "A very tactful answer."

            "Would you expect anything less?"

            "Not at all." I said to him, leaving my things where they were
and walking toward the mid-sun meal chamber.  "Then tonight you will see to
my bathing, the drying and the dressing of my royal person for bed."

            "And will you require a companion?"

            "Perhaps." I answered with a knowing smile as I entered the
chamber, now draped in the burgundy and blue silks and tapestries of the
mid-sun time.  "Will you be free for such a position?"

            "With due respect, my Sire knows I am always free for whatever
position he wishes to put me in." He craftily countered.

            I slid easily enough into my chair as my kitchen staff served
rich vegetables with creamy sauces and wine from the mountain vineyards.
K'lash sat across from me, his legs gracefully bent beneath him, hands on
his knees.  He watched me, his eyes roaming my chest and back to my mouth,
watching as I ate.  He ate nothing, having already had his morning meal.
It wasn't in his nature to eat more than twice a day.  He would tell me
that I ate more than enough for the both of us if I asked him to join me.

            "Your emissaries return on the fourth blue moon." He began, his
tone official.

            "Any advance news of their progress?"

            "Not as yet."  He said to me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"But in this case, the absence of any word is a good sign."

            "And any projections on what they will say of the northern
countries?"  I asked, finishing my first plate of delicious greens and
tomatoes.  "Do you believe them to be favorable allies or should we prepare
for war...again?"

            "It depends on several factors, my lord, as you well know."

            "This concerns me deeply.  I do not want to put my people in
harm's way.  I would rather not have them embroiled in situations not of
their making.  They keep us in the palace, after all."

            Finishing my second plate of rich green leaves and dark orange
berries with cream dressing, I contemplated this news.  I wondered with
heavy heart what they would say when at last they were with us again.  This
was the world that my younglings had headed out into and that was why I
feared for them as I did.  I couldn't put this from my thoughts, even as my
third and fourth plates were laid before me.  I poured the creamy sauces
over the contents and thought harder of the emissaries' return.  War had
only recently come to my shores and I did not like it.

            "I would like an escort to depart immediately to escort them
home."

            "My lord, that would send completely the wrong message."

            "I decide what message we send, adviser!" I roared suddenly.

            I knew my eyes had flashed anger before I caught my tongue.
K'lash didn't flinch but his eyes narrowed a bit more than they had been as
he looked at me.  He wasn't questioning the order but doing his job.  The
temperature of the day, the loss of my younglings and the potential bad
news made me...upset.  My apology was evident in my tone as I repeated my
original request of him.  This time, he offered no retort.  I wanted to
have my emissaries protected.

            "I want to make certain that the envoy is aware that we value
them." I explained, unnecessarily.  "They must journey to the west in as
little as a month and I want them unafraid and ready to make the journey
secure in the knowledge they are protected."

            Standing from my now-finished meal, I went to the arched window
to peer at the roiling sea and the dark cloudbanks gathering in the sky.
My younglings would face rain and possibly storms later in the day.  They
were ready to endure, as always.  Still, it was during the storms that we
would all gather in my bedchamber and while away the time entangled
together in pleasurable pursuits of one another.

            "Your pining for them will not make them return faster."

            I turned to face my friend and knew that he was correct.  A
faint smile played on my lips and I thought to reply but then thought
better of it.  There was little I could say that wouldn't sound defensive
and the truth was as he had said.  I could not make their journey shorter
simply by wishing it.  There truly was little I could do but wait for them
to return on their own and to rejoice in their success in this matter.

            "Sire, there are arrivals within the main hall." I heard from
the door and turned to face a small youth dressed in the shift of
Messaging.  "Shall I refresh them before audience?"  He went on, his ebony
hair a wave that flowed over his shoulders and down his back.  Eyes of
deepest amethyst regarded me and I nodded.  His bow before his departure
showed strong lines and a slight trace of fur beneath his shift. Enticing.

            "Who are these new arrivals?" I asked rhetorically but wearily
as I turned from my friend with another smile, taking up my cloak and
cloth.  "You and I will see them together, K'lash."

            He followed me without word and we entered the main hall
together.  There in the center of the room and before the throne were two
tall men, their markings like lightning across slate, large slashes of
ebony curving over tight muscle, covered in places by thick dragon-hide
armor and silver plates that were rounded in the right places for better
fit. Each of them was cloaked in deepest ebony.  Behind them, on the floor
and in chains, were three hooded figures.  As I drew nearer, the hoods were
removed and I saw that they were young males.

            I wondered what this all would mean as I took my place upon the
large seat that dominated the room, thankful that I'd tied my cloth about
my loins before doing so.  I had no desire to feel the cold metal of the
seat against my flesh.  K'lash joined me, standing close behind me, hand on
the hilt of his unseen weapon, no doubt.

            "We are from the clan Cor from the Southeast Fire Plateau." The
taller of the standing ones said.  "These are tribute to the great ruler in
exchange for safety and open trade routes."

            Marveling at this proposition, I watched as he hauled the young
males to their feet and stripped the cloaks from each of them in turn.  Had
my proclivity for males spread so far?  I had never considered a consort
and our science-wielders were already at work on my litter of heirs.
Looking over the three figures, I was astounded at the beauty each
possessed beneath the layer upon layer of grime they wore.  The first was
human, long hair wound around his frame in a haphazard way.  The second was
of Lynx heritage, short, pale blue fur covering his muscular frame. The
third was a mixture of feline and human, short cropped hair and pectoral
piercings.

            "Have they been mistreated?" I asked, looking them over.

            "No, sire." The standing male answered, matter-of-factly.
"They are acquisitions of Clan Cor and are meant to serve in stead of the
Ruling Dynan's own sons.  The sons are the only ones in direct line of
ascension and are needed within the bounds of their own kingdom.  Do these
specimens displease you?"

            Admittedly, they did not.

            "We will grant your petition and accept your payment." I said,
my voice solid and causing the young one on the end of the small line to
quake, but only slightly.  Humans were delicate here.  "Stay the night and
return at your leisure, if it pleases you." I addressed the two strangers
to my palace.

            Clapping loudly, I summoned two attendants, who appeared almost
as if by magic.  Directing that the three new acquisitions be taken to
their new rooms, I stood and dismissed the visitors.

K'lash looked somewhat disappointed as I rounded on him, noticing that the
suns had dipped slightly more in the sky.  When we were alone, the
servants, strangers and new younglings now gone, I crossed to my friend and
clapped a hand to his shoulder.  In one fierce and swift move, I used the
force of my body, the momentum of the movement and his surprise to pin him
against the wall -- my lips grinding with delicate fierceness against his
in a long kiss.

            "Do not forget, my friend," I said to him in a dark whisper.
"I always keep my bedchamber appointments, regardless of new acquisitions
or uninvited guests.  You and I have a rather pressing," I went on, rubbing
my growing crotch into his.  "Engagement." I finished, stressing the last
word for emphasis.

            To my utter surprise and delight, K'lash returned my feral
gesture, pressing our lips together again, his tongue forcing mine apart
and sucking wildly upon my own.  His hand brazenly grasped the bulging
cloth that held my spear and I wanted desperately to make him feel it.  I
heard a slight moan from him and I ground myself into his hand.  I wanted
him to know how badly the Urge was for me, as well.  His hand held me,
still rubbing me through the flimsy material and I felt as if I would
explode there if he didn't cease his kneading of my rod.

            "No." I said, pulling from him.  "I am still ruler with a
responsibility." I told him, grasping his wrist.  "Go now to my chambers
and rid yourself of this cumbersome armor so that I may run my fingers
through your fur.  Prime yourself with the oils from the west and moisten
your manhole.  I will show no mercy for I miss my boys and the pleasures
they provided me.  I will...not...be gentle."

            A fierce sparkle shown in his eye as he departed from me.  He
would do as I had commanded and be joyful that I had commanded it.  Looking
at the small stack of things that needed my immediate attention, going
through them would give him the time required to do as I asked.  Seating
myself at my desk in the small anti-chamber outside this one, I set about
to do just that, approving, rejecting and reviewing the various petitions I
found there.

            Having allowed for sufficient time to have my orders carried
out, I finally stood from the desk and took up the cloak I'd taken with
me. Leaving my office and the work it contained behind, soon I was standing
in the threshold of my bedchamber.

            The octagonal bed dominated the same-shaped room. Curtains of
silk, velvet and a heavy weave hung all around it, as it was in the room's
center. Six braziers stood in the room, their light casting a gold upon the
already amber colors of the room, burnishing them to a brilliant bronze.
The sheets of my bed were of a thick material resembling Earth's cotton and
were comfortable to lay upon. Plants hung from the ceiling, stood in
corners and decorated almost all of the three tables in the room.  The
curtains were drawn to shut out the light and noise from my balcony, I
smiled, letting my cloak fall.  I stepped into the room, my feet soft on
the floor. K'lash was upon the bed, kneeling, facing me, a look of delight
and mischief on his face.

            "Master."

            "K'lash." I said in return greeting, my manlance throbbing
wildly.  "You did as I instructed?" I asked silkily, eyeing his raised
backside.  "You are ready?"

            "Perhaps master should see for himself."

            I rounded the bed, tearing away the loincovering.  Certainly a
sight for my eyes only greeted me as I saw his beautiful pinkness
glistening in the soft candlelight.  With nimble fingers, K'lash reached
through his spread legs and ran a soft finger through the crack of his
nethers.  The glistening was mouthwatering and I centered the head of my
lance upon his hole.  My other hand took hold of the head atop K'lash's
head and shoved hard, forcing him upon the sheets.

            His moan told me that he enjoyed this game -- as did years of
experience.

            "I take what is mine." I said, entering him slowly but firmly.
"Do you have objections, K'lash?"

            "No, Master."

            Easing into him, I held his head until I was buried in his
hole.  When I'd entrenched myself within his body, I reveled in the heat he
warmed me with.  My hand ran along his shoulders, feeling his fur and the
muscles beneath.  Marveling in his calm exterior as opposed to his raging
interior passions, I leaned forward and bared my fangs, sinking them deeply
into the heavy meat of his shoulder.

Animalistic tendencies tore through us both, then.  Violently, he bucked
himself back at me, rearing from the bed.  A warm flow of blood rushed over
my tongue and my cock throbbed with the sensation!  I held him by the hair
of his head, still drinking from my wound and my hips began a primal rhythm
to and fro, filling him and emptying him over and again with my fullness of
man.  Moans from us both filled my bedchamber and rang off the walls. My
right hand slid under his solid form and held him to me as we both roared
our delight -- and the room's loose fixtures rattled.

Blood oozed from his wound and I licked it from his fur.  My rigid cock
battered his willing hole, his hips wide and accepting of my passionate
blows.  I thought of D'tra and his honey-colored hips that spread in just
this way, of the sweet pinkness that lay between his perfectly rounded
cheeks and of the way he invited me inside with a look and a
sound. K'lash's inner muscles gripped me in much the same way now. This was
not my youngling but rather an animalistic partner who invited abuse and
who indulged my penchant for the same.

My hands took hold of his cheeks as he leaned back upon crossed
arms. Holding firmly to him, I slammed my rigid cock back and forth into
him, causing the sweet pink of his hole to blossom into the ruby-red blush
of delight. Continuing, feeling my release coming, I roared again, the
primal side of me surfacing with such an act as this.  My hands gripped him
tighter for a long moment to increase the want of release. I began to rake
his back with one hand while hold his cheek with another, alternating this
until he was writhing in a quiet pain from the cutting of my nails into the
flesh beneath his fur.

"Master..." He gasped beautifully, his body a tapestry of blue bruises and
red crisscross patchwork and all at his unspoken request. "Release your
seed deeply into my body.  Use me as your receptacle!"

"I will do just that, d'sla!" I said to him, the word meaning "partner" but
only for pleasurable purposes as this.  "Clench tighter around me -- hold
me inside of you!"

The ring of muscle around my cock tightened deliciously at my command and
my rod thickened a bit more.  I felt his body quiver slightly as I rammed
into him only three times more and with a roar that shook the fixtures and
the bedframe, I felt my release rising within me to fill him with hot,
thick cream of kings!

"DAMNATION!" I screamed, gripping his body tightly as I convulsed inside of
his warm, dark recesses. "Feel me inside you, d'sla! Feel the release of my
cock as it bathes your insides with feral passion!"

"Yes, Master!" He said, his body doing the same. "You are magnificent!"

When I had fully emptied myself within him, I allowed my member to slip
from his well-used hole.  Lying on the bed, I thought once more of my
younglings as K'lash cleaned my cock for use with his mouth. They would all
take turns doing this when they were with me.  The honor of tasting me
first went to he that undertook this task first upon his turn. Ank'hl was
always the most disappointed when this fell to one of the others. He was a
greedy little kitten, to be sure.

"Leave that." I told him when he moved to wash the ballsac that had
supplied my copious load.  "The Urge has been satisfied most
satisfactorily.  Let me hold you in my arms before we move from this
moment."

K'lash looked, for a moment, surprised. "You want to hold me?"

"You do not wish to be held?" I asked, settling back on the pillows that
were lined against the headrest.

He settled into my arms easily and we lay for a long while. Conversations
rose and fell and I found his presence comforting.  I still yearned for my
younglings but thought then to the new found acquisitions that waited for
me. A human among our lot would be intriguing. K'lash commented on this
when I brought it up and I didn't know whether or not he shared my thoughts
on the matter.

"I am glad you are here." I said to him, rolling him onto his back, my arm
under him.  "You have satisfied my Need.  I would be honored to let me
satisfy yours."

A long, deep kiss emphasized my sincerity. His hands winding easily and
gently along my back told me that I was going along the correct path in
pleasing him.  My cock hardened again and I felt his against me, pressing
into my stomach.  When we were laying together, his cock alongside mine, I
pressed us tightly together and moved my hips so that we rubbed against one
another, a silken friction.  Firm legs wrapped around my waist and knowing
hands guided my rod from beside that of his own to his mouth.

Soon I was enveloped in a warm, moist cave of pleasure and delightful pain
as he nipped at the head with this rather sharp teeth and lathed over the
soft pinpricks with a silken tongue, over and over -- so that I thought I'd
lose another load within the confectionary confines of his mouth. Laying a
hand to his head, I stopped him and withdrew my salivatorily soaked piece.

"This is about pleasuring you, old friend." I corrected him softly.

"And if it did not bring me pleasure to do it, I would not pursue it so
often, would I?" He returned and set about mouthing me again with renewed
vigor and technique.

To what was obviously our mutual delight, in moments of marvelous mouth
manipulation, I had gripped the back of his head and forced him to swallow
both my cock and the copious load of cream that came from it in what felt
like torrents!  Soft growls of delight on my own part were mixed with moans
of satisfaction and a sense of being very pleased with himself on K'lash's
part.

Settling down together, I allowed myself the luxury of being held by my
friend.  I was quite satiated and would patiently wait until he felt "up"
for more play that centered more on his needs. His hands played in the fur
upon my chest and with my nipples, causing them to rise like small stones
upon my chest. He laughed when I accused him of trying to distract me from
this tender moment. In truth, I enjoyed these moments when there were no
pressing thoughts to drown out my pleasure.

There was no fooling me, however. I knew this ploy all too well.  It came
after particularly stressful endeavors when the day's events were too much
for him to deal effectively with.  The return of the emissaries was
weighing on his mind and he needed the distraction that "taking care of me"
provided.  It was truly the only time that he ever referred to me as
"Master". There were needs that even he could not bring himself to admit to
having and the need to be useful in another arena other than that of battle
was the order of the now.

"Are you much worried over the talks of peace?"  He finally asked, his
hands still making stones of my nipples. "Do you believe trade will falter
should we differ to war?"

"Talk of peace is always good.  No one benefits from war but the gods who
feed on such things."  I answered.  "Trade always falters when battles take
precedence over the needs of my people."

"So, you will meet with these people and accept fully their acquisitions?"

"Absolutely, old friend.  My people need peace."

"And you need the distraction the acquisitions will provide." Returned my
pectoral pesterer with a final and piercing tweak of my nipples. "Your
cravings are legendary and it will take all three of them to satiate you."

"As it will you when the moons rise on the morning after their first night
here, friend, K'lash."  Said I with a delightful snarl and a reach to bring
his lips to mine. "You know you love the taste of human seed more than
mine."

"We all have guilty pleasures, Master." He said, rolling down beside of me,
his mouth on mine, his hands cupping my ball sac and growing cock. "For
tonight, however, let us find that guilt and the pleasure associated with
it -- in one another."

Much later, as night deepened with the setting of the moons, Pheatrus and
Dimos, we both fell into a dark and heavy sleep. My cock was nestled in the
fur-lined trench created by the cheeks of his posterior, my left hand
around his waist and my right under his head...and we slept, waiting for
only morning to wake us.



End of Part 1