HammerFall

Chapter 015: Healing and Recovery :

Jasper sat silently beside the hard cot. His sapphire jewels viligent over the recuperating Lersson warrior. His mind was a swirling of emotions and memories; but none them played upon his face.

He had at least averted a war for now. Stormblade was glad for that. But the cost had been to great. He did not know what would become of them; except to return to HammerFall once Johan had recovered enough for them to ride back home.

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Mikael told him firmly, "Stop squirming."

The silver haired warrior had finished placing the herbal salve onto the Kotipelli's eye. He then handed him a crimson eye patch with a small black cross in the center of it.

Kotipelli snarled, "I shall make them all pay for this, Mikael. My beautiful face marred by that filthy king."

Mikael's hand gently cupped the side of once handsome man's face. He pressed his lips hotly against the other. The taste felt good. His strong hands pushed the blond down onto the divan as he pressed more fiercely against Kotipelli's mouth. Mikael closed his eyes. His hands stroked through the silky, golden locks as his tongue probed gently at first around the lips of Kotipelli.

Kotipelli did not object. This act was no more to Mikael then scratching an itch then any real desire to be with Kotipelli. Mikael was far stronger then him, and the golden haired warrior knew that. There was little the other could do with that left hand tightly grasping both his slender wrists to the top of the divan's solitary arm/head rest.

Mikael's hand moved from those long locks; trailing sensually across the shoulders of Kotipelli, and then downward until it grasped a soft and pliant nipple. His fingers gently twisted it as his tongue forced it's way passed the locked lips, and into the moist warmth of Kotipelli's mouth. Kotipelli's moan was stiffled by the invading tongue. It only came out as a slight murmur. After only a few seconds Mikael pulled away his tongue from that warmth to lick down the chin and over the neck of Kotipelli. His mouth clamped near the jugular, and then his teeth bit down. The tang of fresh blood entered into Mikael's mouth. He didn't enjoy the taste of the blood. The sound of the blond's howl of pain made his shaft harden slightly; a faint smile had spread across Mikael's lips.

His hand still grasped the wrists and nipple as his tongue licked downwards. He licked the center of the chest, and then slide his tongue to the other nipple. His mouth suckling upon it as a faint trickle of blood from the neckwound touched the edges of his lips.

Kotipelli gasped as he felt the hand leave his nipple to slide into his tight leather pants. The cold hand on his warm crotch sent a shiver through the blond warrior's body. Tears of pain fell from his eyes. He still hurt from his wounds; but he knew that worse punishment might await him upon return to the stronghold, Ushokura.

The blond moaned out in pain and pleasure as those ministrations of Mikael intensified upon his body. His back arched upward. He felt himself desiring release as the sperm within his sack built up. Already precum was leaking from both warrior's heads.

Mikael moved his mouth and hands from Kotipelli. His tongue once more licked at the neck wound he had inflicted upon the golden haired warrior. His hand that held the wrist now tightly held a fistful of long silky hair. The wound was dry now; and some of the blood flakes were now in the silver haired warrior's mouth. He swallowed them as he continued to take his pleasure from Kotipelli.

He bucked upwards with neglected need. The hand once more returned to the hardon of the blond former Adonis. Mikael's own hard on was quite evident as his pants were stained with precum. His free hand undid his pants as Kotipelli let out one last moan before releasing finally; inside his pants.

Mikael pulled out his sticky hand. He sat, straddled on Kotipelli's waist. His emotionless seas of blue gazed into the blond's. He licked his hand of the seed and precum that dripped from it.

Kotipelli's hand reached up to stroke the large shaft of Mikael. Stormblade smacked the hand away, and swiftly thrusted the 'unsheathed sword' into the mouth of Kotipelli. It had happened so quickly that Kotipelli nearly gagged on Stormblade's cock. The salty taste of the flesh inflitrated his mouth as the hardon was thrusted in and out of his mouth until Mikael released all over the face of the blond.

Mikael licked some of his own seed off the face of Kotipelli. He stood and then restrung his pant's opening. He was silent and walked over to wooden chair. He patiently sat there with bare chest and pen in hand as he started to write on empty scrolls upon the desk.

Kotipelli simply laid there listening to their heavy breathing for a few minutes. He lay there limp with no other thoughts in his head; then that of Mikael Stormblade. He knew it would not be possible to find love, and in truth he didn't desire it himself. The only thing that Kotipelli wanted was lust and fulfillment of carnal desires. He once had as many lovers as Mikael Stormblade had admirers. But with this lastest injury he felt that most of those lovers would be appalled by his deformity. He cursed the King of Stratsovara once more as he fell asleep.

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Johan woke up to find his arms sore and aching. He smiled as he saw Jasper sleeping with his head on the cot. Johan sat up in the bed. He was reluctant at first, not wanting to wake him, but he had soon found himself gently stroking his hand through that silver hair. He felt a thrill fill his body at being able to be so close to Jasper, and to be able to touch him.