Connection
#10 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 10 - Connection
As I drag Ken into the den, with much less fuss than before, I notice Hret standing by the window, staring up at the moon. At least, so it seems. I wonder, momentarily, if the old human superstition about werewolves holds any merit. But soon enough, my mind is drawn back to the here and now. This talk needs to get under way, as I'm certain it will take most of the night.
"Hret," I call out to him, "come sit wherever you like." He turns, and I motion to the couch, and the two chairs, which wreathe the fireplace. Hret nods, and walks slowly over to the semi-circle of seating, and I pull Ken in toward it as well. My wolven companion wisely chooses to sit in one of the chairs, allowing our host to sit well away from him. We can both see Ken's unease. And I'm sure, like myself, it's getting to Hret.
Ken speaks up, much to both of our surprises. "Here, let me go light the fireplace..." He goes to get up, but I place my hand on him, not yet having gone to sit down.
"Don't waste your matches, Ken. Let me show you something. This should start the conversation off pretty easily too." I head over to Hret, putting one hand on his shoulder, and pointing at the fresh wood in the fireplace with the other. In an instant, a spark ignites the firewood, and the room fills with a yellow-orange glow. Ken just stares at us dumbfounded, but I'm not surprised. I look over at him. "Ken, what you just saw is something the Mazuku have been able to do since before they sealed themselves away."
Hret looks up at me, furrowing his furry brows. "Mazuku," he asks?
Looking back down at him, I suddenly realize I've never used that word around any of his kind. I bite my lip, nodding to him. Despite the fact that they know to call us humans, we've forgotten what to call them. "That's... our word for your people."
The nod I get in return sets my mind at ease. Somehow I was worried he would be offended. He's been much more level-headed lately, though. "For my sake, please refer to us as the Lorae."
Beginning again, I clear my throat. "As I was saying... the Lorae have these powers, as do we humans. But someone has to unlock the power deep inside you in order for you to use it. The Lorae that I saved unlocked it for me..."
I feel a bit of sadness, remembering everything that had happened with Crvesh, but before I can think too much on it, Ken speaks up, "So... all of those Mazu- I mean, Lorae... they can all just... set things on fire like that?"
To my surprise, Hret lets out a chuckle, and continues the conversation. "Oh, there's more to it than that. There are many subtle points when talking about magic." The big humanoid-wolf clears his throat, and goes on.
"First of all, each of us, every last being, without exception, has one element of magic that they can use. One, and only one. Over all of Lorae history, none have ever broken this rule. These elements are the four primary elements of nature, the four primary states of existence: solid, or earth; liquid, or water; gaseous, or air; and plasma, or fire.
"Before you jump to conclusions, the element that Xavier uses is not fire, despite what you've seen. Nor is it any of the others I've mentioned. I can't explain to you how, or why, but the two of us are different."
Hret looks up at me, his eyes smiling a bit. "Give him a bit of a demonstration."
Nodding, I hold out my hand, palm up, and shine a beam of light directly out of it. I can see Ken jump a bit. He must be quite fidgety with all of this new information passing before his eyes so quickly. But he calms down after a moment, and I extinguish the light.
Hret resumes his speech. "As you can see, Xavier has control of light. And I hold power over darkness, though I'll refrain from the demonstration. You can just take my word for it. Were the two of us alone, we would only be able to use those two elements. However..." The Lorae takes my hand, and creates a soft breeze within the room. It ruffles my hair, and I see Ken glance over to the windows on the far side of the room, looking a bit surprised as he sees them both securely shut. "...when we join together, Human and Lorae... this is the result. We can create any magic we desire. That is how the fire in your fireplace started. And as of right now, Xavier, myself, and now you, are the only three beings on the planet who know about this."
Getting the feeling that Hret is just about done with his dissertation, I walk away from him, and sit down on the couch, getting ready to talk on my own, when Ken speaks up. "Well... geez, guys, this is a lot to take in. But I guess I have to believe my eyes. It all feels like a dream! I mean, it's tough to believe that magic exists, when we live in the kind of world that we do." He scratches his balding head a bit, then looks at me. "Oh yeah, Xavier, what happened at the jail? Where's the other Ma- uh... Lorae?"
I bite my lip as he mentions that. Talking about Crvesh right now is still a bit difficult. But I suppose, if I were to bear my soul to anyone, it'd be Ken. He's been there for me more times than I can count. "Well, the jailbreak went a little awry, but we both got away with our lives. You might've heard about the chase the army gave us, but Crvesh and I escaped into the woods, and found our way to the home of the Lorae. Oh, Crvesh was his name, the one I rescued." I nearly choke up, saying 'was' like that. But I continue on without too much delay.
"Anyway, the Lorae have created a large forest home for themselves, completely using the magic they control. So Crvesh and I were safe from the outside world there. But..."
To my surprise, once again, Hret chimes in, continuing my story. "But, they were not safe from those inside the forest. There were those of us who did not trust Xavier. Who saw him as an enemy, infiltrating our sacred land. Even if the land itself were artificial. We... wanted him dead, even though he saved Crvesh. Things got a bit turned around, though."
When Hret pauses, looking at me, unsure if he should continue, I decide to take over the explanation for him. "I fell in love with Crvesh, Ken. And he with me. You can imagine that this caused a number of problems, but on top of that, Crvesh was their prince. We didn't tell anyone, of course..."
Hret takes over again. "But I saw them. I had loved Crvesh for as long as I could remember, and now, on top of Xavier invading our forest, he'd stolen the heart of the one I loved. I was ordered by a Lorae named Grom to kill both of them. Really, I just wanted to kill Xavier, but Grom used his influence over me to force my hand on Crvesh. Thankfully Xavier broke the control Grom had on me... or we wouldn't likely be here right now."
Now Hret looks to me, his ears down and his eyes looking pained. I continue for him. "So, we escaped the magical forest, and found ourselves not far from here, though we didn't know that until tonight. We just went looking, and I've got to say, we ended up being mighty lucky."
Ken nods to me, then looks over at Hret, and back to me. "Well, I think that pretty much answers all of my questions..." He yawns slightly, then speaks slowly, while glancing between Hret and me. "Now I suppose you two would like to hear about how things have been with the human world?" We both nod to him.
Ken leans back in his seat, and begins. "Well, it's not been the prettiest picture. You can imagine that the government hasn't been too happy about losing its one connection to the Mazu-, er... Lorae." We both nod in response to this. "They've had search teams scouring every stretch of land he could possibly have escaped to, and I imagine they're not done yet. They haven't been out as far as here, but I imagine it's only a matter of time.
"To go along with these search teams, there's also bulletins all over the place. On the news, in all the newspapers, and so forth. They've got that Lorae's face on there, and yours too, Xavier. You're gonna wanna lay low for a while, though I'm sure you already knew. There's been a number of reported sightings, but none of them have been legitimate, to my knowledge. You're probably pretty safe all the way out here. I doubt they'd trust most of us farm folk with sightings, what with how they think all we know how to look for are UFO's." I laugh at Ken's statement, and I'm certain Hret doesn't understand. I decide it's best not to try to explain the joke right now, and let Ken continue.
"I've heard from a few of the other guys. They all asked the same questions I have been. We were all worried about you, you know. I mean, sure, we knew there was a chance that you could've died in there, but we also figured you had a pretty good chance of getting out too. And we certainly gave you every kind of technology you could ever hope to use. It's good to know they paid off."
I jump in at this point, a bit nervous. "Ken, about the other guys... don't mention that you know anything about me right now. It's too dangerous. Someone could tap your phone line, or intercept your letters, and we'd be found out. And I don't want to bring any trouble knocking on your door. So just keep it under wraps for now, at least until the government backs off a bit."
Ken nods to me with a smile, "Hey, no problem Xavier. I won't do anything to get you found out. We've still got a lot of work to do, after all." He stands up, and both Hret and I do so with him. "Well, I suggest we all get some rest for now, and talk again tomorrow." As I start to untie the cord to the robe, Ken speaks up, "Uh, you can keep the robe for now, Xavier." He states with a chuckle.
I join him in that chuckle, then explain myself. "Sorry, Ken. The Lorae don't wear any clothing, so while I stayed in their home, I got used to not wearing any. And then, when we had to leave, well... obviously there was no way I could just walk into a shop somewhere."
Ken laughs at the thought. "Yeah, even if they didn't recognize you, they'd have to arrest you for public indecency." He leads both of us into the foyer as he speaks, and up the long flight of stairs to the second story. He gestures down the hallway just at the left of the top of the staircase, nodding to me, "Ken, your usual room is all set up," then to Hret, "and Hret, you can use any of the other rooms in this hallway. They've all got a bed in them, and I don't mind which you choose." He smiles to us both, then walks down the opposite hallway to his room. "Pleasant dreams!" He calls out, before opening his bedroom door, entering the room, and closing the door behind him.
I nod to Hret, starting off down the hallway, and he follows behind me. As I reach my door, I look at him. He seems a bit nervous, speaking to me softly. "Are you sure we're safe here? I mean... what if this is a trap? What if this army of yours already got here, and forced that Ken to go along with their plans? We might already be in too deep to get back out."
Shaking my head, I explain to Hret, "There's no way that's possible. Ken would rather die than give either you or me up to the government. He would never have allowed them to coerce him into any kind of agreement like that. And trust me when I say that Ken wants to protect you too. He has his reasons. Let's just get some sleep. We're safe here, don't worry." Hret doesn't seem fully relieved, but his brow does relax a bit, and I nod to him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Hret. Goodnight."
I open my door, and walk on into my 'usual' bedroom. Ken knows I prefer it to any of the other rooms, because of how lack-luster it is. The whole room could probably best be summed up as 'nothing special'. It's a fairly small room, especially for a house as extravagant as this. Along the wall to the right, upon walking in, sits the bed, an antique wooden armoire at the other end of that wall. Next to that, a trunk sits beneath the window on the far wall, covered in a knitted cloth that matches the curtains around the window. On the left side sits a chest of drawers, and next to it, about half-way between the dresser and the door, sits a wooden desk, with a matching chair, and a mirror. Any number of personal grooming products sit within the small drawer of the desk, though I tend to only use the small hair clippers and the comb.
Despite that Ken never knows when he'll have guests, all of his rooms are always kept meticulously clean. There's not a spec of dust on anything in this room, I can be sure. Taking in a deep breath, getting used to the familiarity of the room again, I take off Ken's robe, and hang it up on a small hook at the back of the door. Then I slip under the covers, and get ready to let sleep overtake me. But something else overtakes me instead.
As I close my eyes, I suddenly feel a stirring in my loins. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, it's been a while since I've had time to tend to those urges, but still, something is different about this arousal. It feels... disconnected, somehow. My maleness arises, none-the-less, and I know I'll never get to sleep without taking care of it.
So, I ease the covers down to around my thighs, and kick them down the rest of the way. My shaft stands at an angle, pointed slightly upward toward my stomach, and it throbs in the soft moonlight filtering in through the window. I reach down to stroke it, and the pleasure I feel comes so intensely that I draw my hand back.
Here, again, I can feel it. That outside, disconnected pleasure. As I touched my hard manhood, I could certainly feel the pleasure coming from that touch, but the pleasure behind it, the pleasure that had caused me to do this in the first place, stayed separate. The two pleasures collided in my mind, as though there were another being within me, both giving me pleasure, and sharing in mine. I can sense a change in this other pleasure, as though it had also responded to my touch somehow. So, I decide not to question it. Instead, to embrace it.
I grasp my cock again, and again the sensation rushes to my brain, but I hold on, moaning and writhing on the bed. After a few moments, I start to stroke myself. Despite that I've never known myself to do so, I can feel a healthy flow of pre-cum dripping onto my hand. After a time, it becomes enough to lubricate my strokes, and again, I accept the newness, rubbing up and down, coaxing out more of the slick stuff, to keep my member liberally coated in it.
I don't manage to last very long, under this new, exciting pleasure. Soon, I can feel my balls tingling, churning, readying their seed. But before it can happen, I close my eyes, and plain as day, right in front of me, I can see Hret. Of all the things to think about while jerking off, I never once thought it would be Hret. I try to think of Crvesh, to get the image to change, but it doesn't. Instead, all I see is Hret, his face contorted in a way similar to my own, filled with unbearable pleasure.
For a time, I lay there stroking, trapped on the edge of climax, unable to push past it. I stroke faster, to no success, and judging by the fantastical visage of Hret I can see, he's in the same state. In my ecstacy induced state, I reach out for him with my free hand, wanting him, for some reason, to be a part of this pleasure I feel. Perhaps I just want anyone at all to be with me in this moment. Whatever the reason, as I do, I touch his face. It feels as solid as though it were right there in front of me.
I open my eyes in shock, but as I do, the visage vanishes, as does the solidity of its form. My hand passes through the space where Hret's head was without a problem. This breaks the reverie of my stroking for just a moment, before I feel that secondary pleasure growing on me again, and I lay back, close my eyes, and give in to the image of Hret above me.
Reaching out again, I touch it, touch him, draw his head down to mine, and kiss his lips firmly. And every moment of it feels absolutely real. I can taste his sweet saliva, feel the heavy huffs of breath against my cheek, and if I listen closely, I can even hear his soft, whining moans. A moment later, I DO hear his whining moans, much louder than before, coming from the opposite side of the wall to my right. But before I can think about it, my own cries of pleasure join his.
The visible, tangible image of Hret vanishes as my climax erupts, three heavy ropes of seed splashing against my front, followed by several full-body spasms, as the rest of my climax drips down onto my stomach. I work my shaft up and down a few more times, then lay back, my panted breaths sounding rather loud in the silence of the room. I no longer hear anything behind the wall to my right... but it definitely sounded like a series of deep moans, somewhat different from a normal human's. I wonder, for a moment, if Hret had anything to do with that. Without too much thought, I get up, and head over to the dresser. From the bottom drawer, I pull out a towel, and use it to clean off my front. Ken always keeps each room stocked with whatever anyone needs, and I'm glad for it right now.
Once cleaned off, I walk back to my bed, and lay back down, feeling much more relaxed than before. It isn't too long before I drift off to sleep, my dreams, tonight, filled not with Crvesh, but another Lorae I've grown somewhat fond of.
copyright 2006 - Neiko Mitaki
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