Elder
#13 of The Prisoner
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WARNING - This chapter contains references to sex and homosexuality. Any who would be insulted or disgusted by this, or any children under 18 years of age (or 21 in certain areas) should NOT read this story, and by reading past this point, you affirm that you are legally mature and able to handle the subjects mentioned above. Also, the writer is not responsible for any problems which arise by not complying with this warning. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 13 - Elder
Goodness, but I smell of sex. I'll need a bath before going out to face the public. Of course, I wouldn't take back last night for the world; especially when I'm well on my way to getting the world anyway.
"[Are you done in there yet, boy?]" I call into the other end of my little cavern. Wrratl has been trying to clean the smell of sex from him for well near half an hour now, and we haven't got that much time left.
"[Not yet, Master Grom!]" He yells back. With a chuckle, I think back on the events that led up to this hurried bathing ritual.
The previous day had gone well. After having Wrratl drain my balls a couple times, (to help me relax, of course,) I went out into the main part of town. My first steps at taking over the tribe began then. After giving a speech to the people, I managed to rally them toward the goal of going to war with the humans. It wasn't really that hard. They seemed almost eager, after losing their prince, and the events at the village before that. Many of us, I'm sure, had been ready to go to war long before now, and were just waiting for the opportunity to show itself; individuals such as myself, for example.
Anyway, with the tribe ready to take action, I had one last meeting to go through with the old fogies in the council. Most of them had words of encouragement for me. Others were skeptical. One, however, surprised me with his devotion.
After the meeting broke off, the Lorae with dark fur, and a white-speckled muzzle, came up to me to speak in private. His name, I learned at that time, is Rutirr. Of all of the elders, he's probably the youngest. Only about fifteen years older than myself. Even so, when he offered to show me some of the finer forms of combat and tactics, I had to fight hard not to laugh in his face. I did, of course, ask him why he thought I needed lessons. Instead of getting haughty, and acting like I didn't know anything, I was again surprised when he offered to duel me. If I won, he would admit to my abilities, and stand down. If not... well, let's just say I would be 'forced' to choose a tactical advisor for the remainder of my or his life; whichever I decided to end first. His words there, not mine.
Whatever the case, we headed back to the open area around my cavern door. On the way, he explained the contest to me. "[No magic, besides what you use to create a weapon for yourself. We're both earth casters, so we'll be evenly matched in weaponry. First one to go unconscious or submit loses.]"
With a wry grin, he continued, "[Oh yes, and since I'm testing your tactical capabilities, I'll choose my weapon first.]" He crouches down, one hand touching to the earth, and as he draws back up, a long haft of plain brown comes up beneath his hand, ending in a pointed tip. A spear is his weapon, then.
The spear is a simple looking weapon at first. The design itself has only changed a scant little in thousands of years. However, in the right hands, it becomes as useful as any sword or axe. It gives the user a reach advantage. A skilled spear user can keep his opponent from ever getting near enough to land a blow.
In this match, I had to choose a weapon that could best his. I could always choose a spear myself... but... that seemed like the easy way out of making a decision. My own training with weaponry isn't extensive, though, and using a weapon I have little to no formal training with wouldn't help, even if it is technically at an advantage when faced with a spear.
In the end, I chose to do what I'd originally chosen not to, bringing a spear up out of the ground, just as he had done.
"[Ah, you feel like going spear to spear with me? Are you sure? You must know I've had more formal training with it.]"
His confidence will be his downfall, I just kept repeating in my head. "[Perhaps you have, but this is the weapon I've trained most with. Anything else would be a disadvantage in both skill and reach.]"
With a nod, he took up his spear, readying it. "[Very well, a duel of spears it is, then. I hope you're ready for this.]"
Who could have known the old dog had so much fight left in him? He held the advantage from the beginning. I hadn't expected his strength to be an advantage, but often enough, he threw off my attacks with ease, and his own were incredibly difficult to deflect. In time, even his endurance appeared greater, as I could feel my body tiring, while his own seemed to go on just as strong as usual.
In the end, I had to submit, with the point of his spear pressed at my throat. Ah well, I thought. That's the price of learning. "[Grom, even though you lost, you don't need to worry. The fight wasn't the point. You'll be fighting humans, who have vastly greater weapons than these. And our magic may not be enough to stop their weapons, if my information is correct. But, at the same time, our magic -can- stop them. I'll help you plan accordingly, so we'll have minimal casualties.]" As he talked, Rutirr took my arm in his grip, and lead me toward the entrance to my home.
"[Wait!]" I asked of him, but he didn't see any reason to stop. He led me inside, taking me down a small flight of stairs, and turning toward my den. I was surprised when he stopped. Looking around the corner, though, revealed all that needed be revealed. There lay Wrratl, sprawled out in front of the fireplace. His tail wagged back and forth over that rather sexy backside, which I could tell was raised slightly. His pose wasn't subtle in the slightest. He'd obviously been waiting for me to come home and see him like this.
After a few moments of silence, he glanced over to the door, the peaceful smile on his face quickly fading to a look of complete surprise. He jumped up, hiding himself behind my chair, and glancing - albeit cutely - around the side of it. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, and I was given time to speak.
"[Ah, Rutirr, this is Wrratl. Another orphan I've taken in.]" I said, failing in hiding the nervousness from my voice. Losing Rutirr's support at this late stage could have been devastating. Had I only known then what I know now, I would have invited him over sooner.
"[An orphan? He looked very inviting for an orphan.]" The elder Lorae drew me from the room, just around the corner, his speech lowering to a mere whisper. "[So, Grom, you sought to keep this one to yourself?]"
I was quite worried about my future by this point, but the mischievous grin on Rutirr's face had me quite baffled, before he continued on. "[How dare you think to keep so sweet a pup from old Rutirr. How old is he now? Eleven? Twelve? I haven't seen him at the ceremonies, so he can't be of age.]"
A laugh followed his speech. Not his laugh, but mine. A wave of tension lifted itself from my brow. "[No, you haven't seen him at one yet. You will tomorrow, however.]"
The grin on my new tactical advisor's face only grew. "[His last night under age... come now, Grom, you must share this one with me.]"
The request didn't take me off guard. If nothing else, this move could seal my success with Rutirr for the rest of our partnership. The choice was nary one at all. "[Come with me, Rutirr.]" Readily, he did so, coming into the room with me. My young Lorae companion shied away behind the back of my reading chair again, until I beckoned him out. Without the slightest hesitation, he followed my whim. This boy is one I'll not be giving away anytime soon.
"[Come here, Wrratl, and meet my new military advisor, Rutirr. You are to refer to him as 'sir' when addressing him.]" The elder Lorae glanced at me a moment, a grin as bright as day on his face. He then returned his gaze to the young, and obviously sexually starved Lorae before him.
Wrratl spoke softly, bowing respectfully to Rutirr. "[Hello, sir.]" He states simply. He likely didn't suspect what I and Rutirr had in store for him. This fact, of course, made it that much sweeter to spring the surprise on him.
"[Greetings, young Wrratl.]" Rutirr replied, licking his lips while the pup wasn't looking.
I took the hint. Much longer, and none of us would have been able to hold back our lusts. Stepping forward, I took my young charge's hand, bringing it to my sheath with a pleasured groan. The youth's ears tucked back in embarrassment, but he soon seemed to realize that Rutirr was in on the situation. Soon after, he began toying with my sheath slowly, looking directly at it while his hand shifted it up and down over the growing lump within it.
Rutirr came a little closer, and in that moment, I reached down to grab Wrratl's other hand, placing it on Rutirr's sheath, with fur similar to that of his muzzle, dark with white speckles strewn about. Wrratl's expression was priceless, the surprise written all over his face. Still, once he looked up at me, and saw my acknowledgment, away he went with both hands, stroking the two very-much older Lorae without a hint of hesitation.
I felt sure, now, that I had a way to keep Rutirr's support on my side. And to think, Wrratl had already shown himself useful in my rise to power. Soon, the young cub had both Rutirr and I at full mast, rubbing and pawing at each of our members. With excitement directing my actions, I lead both Rutirr and Wrratl to my sleeping area, directing the cub onto my bed. I told him to get on his hands and knees, and with a grin, glanced at Rutirr. "[Well, chief advisor, you're welcome to the front end.]"
That said, I left Rutirr's side, and got up behind Wrratl. The little cub was either scared or excited, shaking slightly as he was. Probably a little of both, now that I think back on it. In any case, I didn't give him long to think, first touching my moistened tip to his backside, then pressing forward, and on into him. Any reservations he held vanished within an instant, the young pup's upturned rear pressing back against me, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. "[Ahh... yes, Master...]" he sighed out, seeming to forget Rutirr's presence.
That didn't last long, of course. Rutirr came up onto the bed, beside me at first. His hand reached in front of me to pull Wrratl's tail up a bit, giving him a rather nice view of my thick shaft delving deeply into the pup's tight backside. A sudden touch to my own rear forced a sudden thrust, burying my shaft to the hilt inside Wrratl in one quick thrust. Both the pup and I shared a gasp, though mine of surprise as much as pleasure. I looked at Rutirr, curious about his motives, but he just grinned, leaned in, and kissed me. And what a thrill it was. I'd kissed younger Lorae, like Wrratl, before, but always as the aggressor, always in control. This was so different; to have another pressing his lips to mine, for a change, moved me deeply. As his tongue slid forward, my lips opened to him, and a deep, heady moan slipped from my throat.
A whimper brought me back from my reverie, Wrratl complaining about how I'd stopped thrusting, even though I hadn't realized it. As he glanced back, and caught the kiss, I could see him grin, and felt a bit embarrassed with myself, though I couldn't pinpoint why at the time. I now believe I was embarrassed about him seeing me in a weakened moment. After drawing away, and catching my breath, I started to thrust into my little sex-puppy, giving Rutirr's backside a pinch, and motioning him to take up his place at the other end.
Needing no further encouragement, the elder Lorae moved around in front of Wrratl, holding his hardened shaft by its base, and wearing a broad grin. "[Well then, Wrratl, was it?]" He asked, not expecting a reply. He didn't get one, the pup's attention, or what was left of it, focused on Rutirr's turgid shaft. A finger teases beneath my pup's chin, forcing his gaze upward to the older Lorae's face. "[Ready to taste the sex of your elder?]" He says with a grin, getting an enthusiastic nod from Wrratl.
Rutirr let the pup's head lower again, the elder rubbing his tip against Wrratl's soft muzzle fur. Warm droplets of pre stuck in his fur, much to my amusement. I got the feeling Rutirr liked the way it looked as well. Not long after, he touched his tip right against Wrratl's lips, letting the pup open his mouth before pushing himself forward, feeding his hot shaft into my pup's warm, moist mouth.
Watching Rutirr sinking his thick shaft into Wrratl's maw brought a lustful grin to my face. The sound of the older Lorae's pleasure made my own grow more intense. He moaned softly under his breath: "[Uhhhnnn... that's it, sweet little pup... ahhh, slide your tongue out over my...!]" From that point on, Rutirr seemed to lose the capacity for intelligible speech. Animalistic grunts, however, were far from out of the question, and he loosed a good number of those.
I found myself leaning forward, trying to get a better view of the action going on between Rutirr's hard cock and my pup's soft muzzle. Rutirr leaned forward as well, however, and as my view became obscured by the slight paunch the elder sports, my head lifted up to catch him gazing at me again with those commanding eyes. Despite myself, I could feel my love for him burgeoning as well. This love was different, however, even dangerous. Especially to one such as myself, who will one day be ruler of the Lorae. Rutirr, being the more experienced, only seemed natural to take charge of the situation, but I couldn't let it happen.
Still humping into my pup, I reached up and pulled Rutirr's head toward mine, sealing our lips in a kiss. In my mind, this move made all the difference. I had reclaimed the dominance he'd stolen from me earlier. The intensity of this sensation, of course, brought on much more pleasure. For me, it was a rush of power-lust, a new-found need to drive as deep and hard into Wrratl as I could. As the kiss became less focused and more lust-driven, I could sense the tension building in the room. Rutirr wouldn't take long to pump his hot seed down Wrratl's throat. Nor would my own climax be far off.
Even Wrratl began whining as the pleasure of the moment washed over him. I would later learn that the experience was something of a fantasy of his, and the realization of it sent him over the top right along with the rest of us. At that moment, however, I could only focus on the hot tunnel of flesh hugging around my shaft and, moments later, the entire thick girth of my knot. The kiss with my elder held, if for nothing more than balance, while both of us sent thick semen deep into the pup, filling him from both ends.
To say that the climax was intense would have been a gross understatement. Once all three of us had spent ourselves, completely and totally drained, we maneuvered into a position to relax. Rutirr drew his thick cock free of Wrratl's lips, letting the pup lick it clean as I moved myself and the connected pup onto our sides on the bed. Rutirr laid himself out in front of Wrratl, hugging an arm around to my back, and giving me another light kiss. It had to remain short, however, as both of us were still catching our breath.
Soon enough, we were sleeping like that, Wrratl tucked between two vastly older males, both of whom he'd recently, and quite willingly, drained of their seed. And there we stayed the entire night. When morning finally came, Rutirr woke me just enough to whisper in my ear. He told me to tell anyone who may ask that we had engaged in a long strategic conversation late into the night. With a cover story in place, the old wolf left me with my young pup, which brings me back to the present.
Walking into the back, where Wrratl works on washing himself, I'm treated to a pleasant view of the pup's backside, his tail raised up while he does his best to clean that area of the potent scent I left on him. It won't be necessary to hide our actions so thoroughly in the future, but for now, with the pup still being underage, it would spell disaster for me if our sexual acts together were discovered.
After a little blatant staring, which I feel I am entitled to, I speak up: "[Wrratl...]" I say first, to catch his attention. His surprise as he turns brings a grin to my face, before I continue. "[That will have to do. I cannot be late for the Coming of Age ceremony, and neither can you.]"
The pup walks over to me, and I take a few sniffs at him, mostly around the face, shoulder, and chest area. We don't typically sniff at crotches as our feral counterparts have been known to do, so if the scent is hidden enough from up here, it should be alright. As I expected, he's managed to clear off even his own scent with all the washing he did. His sense of smell has always been notably stronger than usual. "[You smell fine, pup. Now come on.]"
I lead him out of my home, and over to the gathering crowd. Once the ceremony has completed, the preparations for tonight's feast will begin. Again, I will be required to give a speech, though by now it has become easier. And after that, one last night before I lead the Lorae into battle. It's unfortunate, that the first night I'll be able to bed Wrratl as an adult will also likely be one of the last for a long while.
A few faces looked a bit confused to see Wrratl walking next to me. It's not surprising, considering that no one's really seen the young Lorae since the attacks on our real world colony. Most probably don't even recognize him, which, truthfully, is rather unusual for our tribe. But no one would dare dispute his right to participate in this ritual, seeing as he walks beside me.
I turn to Wrratl once we reach the line of young Lorae awaiting the bestowment of adulthood, leaning in to whisper: ["Go stand at the end of the line. Any who question your presence are to be sent to me."] The pup nods and smiles to me in that cloyingly happy way which only youths can muster. I'm still glad for it. His innocence is a great deal of what draws me to him. And what keeps him in my charge.
The elders all stand at the front of the gathered crowd, Rutirr included, the old Lorae giving me a lecherous wink as I pass by him. It's actually rather endearing. My feelings for the old tactician are a bit cloudy at the moment. I would certainly be at a loss without him, to be sure. But love is a word too strong for me to use flippantly. I will have to see where things go, with him.
My walk ends with me standing at the far end of the line of youths from Wrratl, finally turning to face the crowd. A soft murmur is ever-present, but most seem to be in un-duly rapt attention, as though expecting a certain uncommon outcome from the day's proceedings. They will likely be disappointed. I could not possibly do anything to sway this ritual in my favor.
Nature chooses individuals and elements regardless of my input, and the Blessing of the Seer cannot be falsified either. This is a day of great excitement for each youth in the ceremony, and to quell possible accidents, a short sequence of training exercises is given to all youths taking part in the ritual. The Seer, whoever is chosen, will receive direct training from myself, his first feats as a Seer put on display in broad daylight. The ceremony is meant to congratulate the new Seer on his good fortune, but I have my suspicions that another such as me once attempted to falsely announce the next Seer in order to place someone close to him in a powerful position. We are not all honorable or righteous, after all.
The speech before the ceremony is the same as it is every year; The Seer welcoming everyone, stating what a joyous occasion it is, and not a bit of it truly useful or important. The only reason I expend any brain power remembering it is because it would be incredibly frowned upon for the speech not to be given. Yet, with speech given, and crowd waiting anxiously, I approach the first youth in the line.
He flinches slightly, as I put my hand on his shoulder, probably nervous to be up in front of so many others, along with being the sudden focus of attention. It's no big deal for me, however. A few moments later I feel wind ruffle my fur. There was no breeze; to be sure, this is the gift of the Seer giving me the answer to my question. "You are a wind-skater."
Seeming pleased, the new adult merely grinned. Most react this way. Being connected to your element is about more than merely being capable of utilizing it. With a few strange exceptions, most adults obtain exactly the element they would prefer to have.
The next several go by without incident; a couple flame-dancers, some earth-shapers; a strange lack of tide-movers. I suppose this isn't the year for water. Regardless, the line is dwindling. Only a few more remain, then I can be done with this tedious ritual, and get back to planning.
As the line dwindles further, however, with no Seer in sight, I begin to wonder. It must be one of the remaining few youths in the ceremony, which includes Wrratl. The chances of him becoming the next Seer were incredibly slim, yet as I grow nearer and nearer to him without the Seer's Gift being bestowed upon anyone, I truly begin to think luck may be on my side.
The last few are passed over. Finally, a few tide-movers are named, much to my and everyone's relief. A deficit of any one type, despite it only being for one year, and not affecting the overall count, is still viewed as a bad omen. I need no such things looming over my head, making others nervous and edgy about moving forward.
Finally, my attention comes to Wrratl. He doesn't seem to have a clue about the Seer's Gift, which most certainly must be passed down to him. With a hand on his shoulder, I close my eyes and attempt to divine his spirit. The feel of my fur becoming bristly, my skin hardening, it all leads to the conclusion of earth-shaper. The vision in my mind changes slowly, to Wrratl standing before me, a third eye opening on his forehead, the Mark of the Seer. Opening my eyes, I smile to him. "You are an earth-shaper, and our new Seer."
The murmur behind me does not settle my stomach. Most saw me walk in with the youth, it's only natural that they would be uncertain of his newly proclaimed status. I turn to the crowd, and speak again, instructing the elemental tutors to step forward and initiate their lessons. The fledgling adults each split off with their tutors, learning the basics of their powers. I take Wrratl off to one side of the clearing, and smile to him.
"Wrratl, because you have been proclaimed the next Seer, you will train directly under me. Is that clear?" I do my best to wink secretly, the young adult seeing my gesture for what it is and blushing a bit. He recovers quickly, though.
"Yes, Grom. I will strive to meet all your expectations." Indeed, this has gone better than expected. Still, Wrratl's privilege must be proven.
The first task for an initiate to the ways of the Seer would be nigh impossible for any not blessed with the gift. A small, precious stone is broken in half. Half is placed in the hands of the initiate, and the other, transported elsewhere in the forest. To preserve the integrity of the trial, the specific form of teleportation used imparts no knowledge upon the user of the ability. The object is effectively lost. Once I place the stone in Wrratl's hands, I step back, able to impart no assistance to him. If I wish for everyone to trust me, and my judgments, I need to display for them that I do not abuse my power, even if I plan to behind their backs.
Wrratl's search goes even better than expected. His skills allow him to find the other half of the stone in an insignificant amount of time. With the villagers placated, I take a bit more time to teach Wrratl some of the basics of earth-shaping. The excitement in his heart is absolutely tangible. It even somehow manages to warm my highly cold heart.
After a bit, Rutirr approaches me, saying that he'll meet me back at my home. When I ask him why he'll be there, he simply says that an old Lorae shouldn't live alone when he doesn't have to. I get the feeling he'll be spending most of his time at my home, if not all of it.
Once I arrive home, I find Rutirr waiting inside for me. His face shines with approval, both at me, and at Wrratl. The youth, newly awakened into adulthood, looks up at both of us with a great sense of pride. Rutirr speaks first, out of us three. ["Well, pup... you look quite pleased with yourself. Not everyone gets the honor of being chosen as the next seer."] Rutirr then turns to me, still smiling a rather beguiling smile. ["And you, old devil that you are... at least wait a week or two before you start kissing him in public."]
The statement had been fairly innocent. The old Lorae only means to protect me from those who would become suspicious of a youth like Wrratl falling in love with me so quickly. Still, I shake my head, changing the subject. ["And how long should I wait before kissing you in public?"] A not so innocent answer.
Rutirr, for the second time this week, gives me a look of shocked surprise. The look makes me grin. Not wanting to push him too hard, however, I give him an escape option. ["Seeing as you're my chief tactical advisor, I'll give you some time to answer that one."] Glancing down at Wrratl, I can see that he finds the situation amusing as well.
Finally, my advisor calms down, smiling to me as he settles his nerves. ["None would care what two aging Lorae do with one another. You could've kissed me today and I doubt the gossip would last longer than a week."]
My grin grows, pulling both Rutirr and Wrratl into a close embrace, on either side. ["Remind me to give those gossips something to really talk about tomorrow. For now, I need relief, and you two are my favorite medication."] Dragging the two into my room poses no large problems, the two following more than willingly, nearly dragging me in their haste. It looks like this will be the perfect end to an astoundingly perfect day.
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