Haruki, pt 5
#5 of Haruki
Fifth part. Please keep in mind that the "sex" scene in this chapter does not occur with the two characters in the same location. Enjoy.
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I do not know how long I was out. I awoke to some one kneeling beside me, chanting softly. Moaning, I tried to sit up. The figured quickly pushed me back down.
"Do not move." I heard some one whisper softly.
A couple minutes later, the figure over me stopped chanting, stood up. Opening my eyes, I looked at them, and almost had a heart attack.
"You!" I yelled, jumping up quickly and reaching for my knife. It was not in its sheath. Growling softly. I readied myself to tackle my uncle, who kept his head bowed. I looked quickly at where his sheath used to be, saw an odd scar, along with an absence of a scrotum.
"He means to attack you, master!" the other figure whispered. I looked towards the origin of the sound, and gasped.
There was no one there. Just a tall, thin shadow floating in midair, its edges blurring to nothing. Where the eyes would have been there were three holes, the middle one higher then the other two.
"Quiet, slave. Remember your place." My uncle mumbled without raising his head. I could not see his eyes. The shadow bowed.
"Okay, why are you here, what did you do to me, and what the fuck is... that?"
"This creature-" Beowulf nudged Oyu, the scorpion who had raped me, "was one of my followers. I healed the damage he did to you. That shadow, another servant, is actually a spirit, from the underworld. That amulet around your neck is preventing it from coming any closer."
"'Follower'? ‘Spirit from the underworld?' What are you talking about?" I asked, thinking my uncle had gone nuts. Which did not explain why I was seeing the black entity. Maybe we were both nuts?
"After what Nuada, your father, did to me and cut me down, I had nowhere to go. So I wondered aimlessly, like you have been since you left the lion pride. Yes, I know about that. However, I found something. An ancient temple, built to honor an ancient deity, long ago forgotten. She was weak, but still alive. Oh, she was beautiful; and so evil. A snake, with six heads, easily three hundred feet long. Each scale glimmered with controlled malice.
"I spent three days searching for the center of the building, all the while hearing a voice in my head. Telling me how I had been wronged. How I deserve revenge. How she would help me, if I helped her regain strength."
While listening to my uncle, I focused on the wooden wolf head amulet around my neck, contacted my brother.
"Akakios. Listen to this." I told him. I felt his silent acknowledgement.
Beowulf sat down, still keeping his head bowed, and crossed his legs.
"Finally, I found her. There have been times that I regret it..." Beowulf mumbled.
"Master, your nephew is in contact with some one." The shadow whispered.
"You do not interrupt me." An impossibly deep voice said, coming from my uncle. As the shadow inhaled to respond, my uncle raised his head. The shadow and I gasped simultaneously, it from pain and I from shock. My uncle no longer had eyes. Only empty sockets covered in dried pus and blood.
"A side-effect of disobeying an ancient evil.. Enough for now. We will meet again, soon, my nephew." he said, walking over to me and rubbing my crotch softly. It was then I realized I did not have my loincloth on. I heard, through the mental connection, Akakios moan softly; he must have felt the touch too.
As soon as Beowulf was behind me, I spun around, but he and the shadow were already gone. Sighing, I picked up my sword, knife, and bow. Returning them to their correct spots, I began to walk.
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That night, I did not feel like trying to find a decent place to sleep in this Gods-forsaken desert. I just found a small oasis, dug a little hole in the sand so that my head would be sheltered in a tree's shade in the morning, and lied down in it. I then covered myself up with the excavated grit. As I was lying there, I decided to discuss the day's events with Akakios.
"Brother, are you awake?" I was not expecting the response I received from him through the magical link between us.
My groin exploded with pleasure as I felt Akakios pleasuring himself in the night. I could not help but to arch my back and reach for my own member, almost instantly hard; the urge to masturbate in time with my younger brother was too great.
"Haruki..." I heard in my head.
"I am here, my brother." I murmured, and felt Akakios' shock, his instinct to stop pleasuring himself.
"Do not stop, Akakios. This feels so good, so right..." And my brother began stroking with a new determination: not only to pleasure himself, but me, also.
After a minute of masturbating and enjoying each other's pleasure, I felt an urge from my brother; something he wanted dearly. "I cannot give it to you in person, my dear brother, but I can give you some pleasure."
Reaching for my sword, I spun around so that I could brace one of my legs against a low branch. Still massaging my member, I pressed the bone butt cap softly against my tail hole; felt Akakios squirm slightly.
"Oh, Akakios, please..." my brother whispered, almost begging. Smiling softly, I slowly pushed the handle of the sword into myself, heard my moans mingle with my brother's. It was not long before I had the whole ten inches of the sword handle in my anus, using my loincloth, which I had wrapped around the blade, as a handle. My moans, mixed with my brother's, slowly became a cacophony of pleasure, mixed with whispers of each other's names as the pleasure of each of us beating off was transmitted to the other, along with the pleasure of the makeshift dildo.
It was impossible for me to tell how long we lasted. When our mixed climax hit us, I could not help but scream as I felt the orgasms of two people flow through me, my semen flying above my head, onto my face and chest. Akakios was better able to hold back his howl, though I still heard loud moans and whines as he, too, was covered in his seed.
"Oh, Haruki... I love you..." whispered my brother. I realized that the "love" he was referring to should not be shared between two brothers; it was not right, not natural, but still, I...
"I love you too, Akakios."
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The shadow slowly appeared behind my uncle, whom was standing on a hill, his eyeless sockets looking right at me with an unnatural sight..
"I assume Akakios was involved in the same activity?" Beowulf asked.
"Yes, My Lord. I believe we have found a way to manipulate your nephews to do our bidding. It appears they have an... interesting... bond between them that expands beyond siblings who have a mental connection." The shadow whispered.
"Good." said my uncle, smiling.