Passion in the Desert

PASSION IN THE DESERT - Chapter 3


Anxo stood serenely in the cooling breeze outside of his living quarters with a faraway look in his dark, chocolate eyes. His sun-kissed olive skin glistened with tiny droplets of water from his recent bath and he reveled in the feeling of the gentle wind as it ghosted over his naked flesh, stealing away the tiny translucent beads as it dried him.

The big man had never paid much attention to his thick, black unruly hair and the chiseled body that he had acquired from long days and sleepless nights in front of his forge crafting weapons, tools and horseshoes for those willing to pay for his services. He was happy to be able to make a decent living on his own and had squirreled away a nice nest egg to show that he would be a good provider when he was mated at Red Moon, so he had no need to impress anyone with his good looks.

But that had all changed recently when, during a particularly strenuous training match with Gwillym, Anxo’s unfettered shoulder length hair kept falling into his eyes. Acting on the distraction, the prince was able to level his broadsword against the bigger man’s throat, teaching Anxo a valuable lesson.

After that eye-opening example, Gwillym had taken the bejeweled ribbon that held his own golden hair in place and tied it around Anxo’s thick mane to keep the wayward strands out of his face. When the prince insisted that he keep the binding before he left, the big blacksmith was elated to have the silken treasure.

Anxo sighed softly at the pleasant thoughts of Gwillym and said a silent prayer to The Ancient Ones that he would dream of his love again when he retired for the night. He had been dreaming about Gwillym almost every night now, awakening to wet, sticky bed coverings in the morning. He was concerned at first, but the clan’s holy man had blessed Anxo as fortuitous to dream of the prince and assured him that it was a good sign from the gods.

Armed with such wonderful news, Anxo was sure that Gwillym was his intended and not just an infatuation. He had grown to love the blond warrior over the years, looking forward to the young prince’s visits to his parent’s humble abode to study and train with the weapons Anxo’s father had made. The boys sparred with wooden swords at first, graduating to other forms of combat as they matured, until they were skillful and deadly.

As they grew older, their matches would always end with the two young men racing to the wellspring nearby to wash the sweat and dirt from their bodies and it was there that they had first shared an awkward kiss. After that, Gwillym and Anxo would spend many nights together under the stars innocently talking and holding each other in their arms, swearing family and fealty until the end of their days.

Now, the coming Red Moon weighed heavily on Anxo’s mind and he could feel its pull. He wondered if Gwillym could feel it, too, the need and urgency to mate, to be claimed, tugging and consuming every fiber of his being. His cock grew hard as he thought about his prince and he groaned as he slid one big hand down to grasp and squeeze it. For the last several days, he had been a walking hard on, unable to focus on anything but Gwillym and the fear of rejection by the prince at the claiming ceremony.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about it by envisioning Gwillym on his knees in front of him, sucking him off. The erotic vision of flowing blond hair covering Gwillym’s entire face as he bobbed up and down on the turgid flesh made Anxo work his hand faster and faster, harder and harder until he fell to his knees in the sand crying out his beloved’s name as he spilled.

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The demon that Gwillym had let out to feed on Rowan howled long and loud as he shot his cum deep into the courtesan’s bowels. It had been so long since the vampire had fed and fucked without constraint that it needed to roar its satisfaction and joy to the world.

Startled guards and servants raced out to find the prince in full game face, standing over Rowan’s limp and battered body with blood on his fangs and the last of his spend dribbling from his half-hard cock. Marcus, captain of Gwillym’s personal imperial guards stood stunned, staring in horror at the bloody scene. It took a savage growl from the naked vampire to shock him into action.

"My Lord," Marcus said softly as he and the two guards with him fell to one knee in front of Gwillym and lowered their heads in respect. "Allow me to serve you."

Another growl came from Gwillym’s demon as it slowly surveyed the surroundings, its red eyes focusing with interest on Marcus and the two trembling men kneeling beside him. The vampire moved warily toward the trio, nostrils flaring as it took in their scents while it slowly circled them. It stopped in front of Marcus and to his surprise and revulsion, lowered its head to smell and then lick the skin of his neck.

Marcus closed his eyes and willed himself to be calm. "Prince Gwillym," he said quietly to the demon. "With your permission, let me help you... please..."

The captain had seen Gwillym at his best and worst in battle and knew of his demon and the havoc it played with their enemies. Many a victory was celebrated by the Aurelians due to the prince’s ability to control his demon and those of his men before giving the order to attack. Once the command was given, those who would stand against the young warrior and his army would all perish in a bloodbath.

"Gwillym... lupus non mordet lupum..." *

The vampire glowered at Marcus but bowed its head in acknowledgment, then allowed Gwillym to return.

For several long moments, the prince just stood and stared at Rowan in shock as a maelstrom of emotions washed over him. He finally knelt down beside the unconscious man and pushed a wayward strand of hair away from his face.

"Rowan," he whispered. "Why?"

Marcus whipped off his cape and covered Gwillym’s nakedness, then touched his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You know what you must do, my Prince. Allow me to care for Rowan and make things right for you. I will come for you in three days."

Gwillym nodded and didn’t speak. He knew what he had to do, had done it before and had prayed to the Ancient Ones to never have to do it again. He silently cursed Rowan for his stupidity but was grateful that he hadn’t killed him. Red Moon was fast approaching and the young prince would have to put Rowan in his place if he was to remain a part of the royal household and a part of his life with Anxo.

Gwillym stood up and slowly undid the ribbon in his hair before he removed his earrings and jewelry, handing them to Marcus for safekeeping. Marcus gently put his arm around Gwillym’s shoulders and led him away from the tents.


~tbc~


*A wolf does not bite a wolf*