Desert Nights

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tamingriki 2008-11-11
To say that Kamo considered the journey boring was soooo true. Could there possibly be a romantic interest between Kamo and Jarret in the future? Just a thought.

Bet the evil Seth will pop up to make things interesting if not a little scary for Kamo. It just seems to me the Seth is the kind of guy who will go to any lengths to get what he wants and he wants Kamo. I'm sure Jarret will protect the little elf from any kind of harm. So Seth, watch out!

On to chapter 3 my good man/woman?!?!
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Lol, well I won't say if anything is going to happen, because where would the fun be in reading if I told you? But rest assured that there IS a good plot...(I hope so atleast) that will keep you entertained. ^_^

Poor Kamoku in in for alot of pain... I'll tell you that.
(And PS, I have tits. xD)
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Wynja 2008-11-11
I really liked the first chapter of this and here's the second already! Lucky me! Gonna print it now...
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Nice to know you liked it, but please don't steal my work... ;-;
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As always, here is the next chappie, please R&R!!! (chapter 4 is in the works.)
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The next morning was a flurry of activity. Both Duke and Earl Draven dressed in their finest clothes, each the mirror image of the other. They wore raw silk tunics with vests the color of the sands. Dark leather belts studded with obsidian adorned their waists along with bejeweled show daggers. Their trousers where of the finest cotton money could buy, dyed the same dark brown as the belts.

Cole was dressed much the same as his lord, though the materials were of lesser quality. He was the one that helped Kamoku to dress.

The elf was fitted into silvery-white harem pants, the waist line so low that he blushed. He felt like a wrong move would expose him… A white shawl was draped across his shoulders and his hair was put up in a loose bun, tendrils of hair falling around his face and shoulders.

A thin silver circlet was placed across his brow, a ruby in the shape of a tear dangling in the center. Except for his eyes it was the only bit of color on him… unless one was so inclined to include his skin.

The leash was once more attached to his collar and they set out –guided by a servant of course- to the Throne Room, where he would be presented to Malikai. Needless to say Kamoku was quite lost when they arrived. Not to mention confused. In the antechamber was an odd looking… thing.

It was like a low table with a post at each corner, gauze drapes hung from each. On either side were two poles that extended far in front and behind. The 'floor' for lack of a better word was covered with soft blankets and pillows.

"What is it?" he asked, stepping next to it.
"It's called a palanquin, you are going to be sitting in it and those four men over there will carry you into the Throne Room."

Turning, he noticed four rather large men, looking somewhat like small mountains of flesh and muscle. They all had the typical dark hair, eyes and skin of the region, each with a sword on his hip and trousers.

Bowing to them he looked back to the palanquin and bit his lip. Hesitantly he climbed onto it, getting comfortable. It was long enough for him to fully lie down and have nothing hanging off, and wide enough to fit another person-though that would be pushing it…

Once he was settled the four men came over and took their places at each corner. The Draven brothers –as Kamoku had named them, if only to himself- took their places at the front of the escort, while Cole stood behind Kamoku. His leash was handed off to the front left guard, who would present the elf for the Duke.

A signal was given and the doors were opened. Kamoku gasped softly as the thing he was on was suddenly lifted.

"The Honored Guests, Duke Draven, and Earl Draven." Spoke the herald that stood just to the side of the door. Kamoku risked a look around the room they had entered. They were no the first ones here, as many other lords and ladies milled about the open space. They all wore their finery as Orion and Seth had. He almost looked to the throne, but lost his nerve and instead looked at his hands.

A voice like velvet, soft and yet commanding, deep and smooth caressed through his mind. "Orion, It's been awhile. What is this that you bring with you?"

The two lords stopped and bowed. "King Malikai, Indeed, it had been a long time since we last met. To commemorate not only the celebration of sate, but of our continued friendship I have brought you a pet." Said the Duke rising from the bow as his brother did.

The palanquin was gently set down and the leash tugged on as the man holding it stepped forward. Suddenly very self-conscious the elf followed him and tried to slow his pounding heart.

As the guard handed the leash off to the king Kamoku gracefully went to his knees and pressed his forehead to the floor. "My King, Master." He said, surprised to find that his voice did not shake.

"Rise little one; let me get a good look at you." Rising to his feet he dared glance at him, and stood transfixed. He was beautiful, like he had been made from sunlight. His skin was tawny, his hair like a field of ready wheat, and his eyes… they were like the sun, such a pure gold. Surely he must be looking into the face of a god?

Standing there he felt he might weep. "Orion, you've brought me a little [i]azalea[/i]…" he said, naming Kamoku a 'desert flower'. He then turned those wonderful eyes to him. "Tell me, what is your name little one?" He bowed his head. "Kamoku if it pleases you Master."

Malikai grinned and pulled the leash some. "Come here." He nodded and strode forward, acutely aware that the other people in the room were watching him, and whispering softly. He stopped a few steps away from the king, looking down at the floor. His chin was tilted up and he trembled slightly at the touch.

"By the gods you really do have red eyes…" he breathed, pulling him closer. He lifted his hand and laced his fingers through the elf's white hair. Kamo shivered and bit his lip, never looking away from Malikai.

"There is one more thing my king." Orion said behind him. The man looked up and raised an eyebrow "Oh? Please do share."

Kamoku blushed and looked down, knowing what he was going to say next.

"He is a virgin." Oh how he wished he could just slink away and hide! The whispering had grown louder and he could feel Malikai's eyes upon him and could see his reaction to the news. Blushing even more he looked away.

Malikai pulled him closer until Kamoku was straddling his thigh was pressed against him. He blushed even more as he felt the other male's arousal pressing against him. Apparently this pleased the Desert King as he chuckled softly. "My thanks, Orion; He truly is a wonderful gift." He said, never stopping stroking Kamoku's hair.

He hesitantly leaned against Malikai's chest and looked up at him. He truly was a sight to behold… was this the type of beauty that others saw in him? Relaxing he closed his eyes. Several other people came up to the dais to speak with the king after that. Kamoku suspected it was to get a better look at him.

He ignored them.

He was more focused on the erection pressing against him. Malikai felt so big pressing against him. He shivered and hoped that he would be gentle with him. He'd seen others raped in the pens and knew the damage that could occur... Licking his lips he sighed. He also knew that there had been the rare few who had enjoyed their violation, that had swore that it felt amazing. Jarett himself had said that it could be wonderful…what would his experience be like?

About and hour and a half after he had arrived, court was dismissed for a midday respite from the heat. Kamoku was urged to stand and he did so, though his legs were half asleep by then. Staring at the floor he followed as Malikai tugged on his leash and led them out of the throne room and into a smaller antechamber.

The room was obviously a place for the king to relax and take his meals while he attended to matters of state. Brightly colored silken pillows littered the floor and made for a soft place to sit or lie down. Taking a seat at a low table, the king motioned for a servant to come forward, and told him to bring them a light lunch. Kamoku sat down next to him, hands folded in his lap. When the servant left and they were alone, Malikai turned to the smaller male and drew him forward with the leash. Having no choice he crawled forward until they were a hairs breath apart.

Shaking some and not knowing what to expect, he was transfixed by golden eyes. "Sit in my lap." Malikai said, leaning back some and allowing Kamoku to nod and move to his lap. He sat with his back to him and bit his lip as his ass pressed against Malikai's arousal.

Strong arms were wrapped around him and a hand with deft and skilled fingered were dropped in his lap to gently caress his inner thighs. Gasping he blushed and closed his eyes. That felt nice… his mouth falling open he unconsciously moved into the maddening caresses. "Nghaa…" he shivered as the touches grew ever closer to his hardening member.

Just when he thought he could take no more and would cry out for more, a servant entered with the tray of food. From the blush on the young mans cheeks he knew full well what they had been doing. The king made no attempt to move his hands, though he did still them. When the food had been spread before them he dismissed the poor lad with a curt nod.

With the door once more firmly closed he took his hands away and reached for a bowl of grapes. Kamoku shivered and closed his eyes, pleading for his arousal to go away. "For a virgin you're quite responsive…" Malikai commented as he popped a grape into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Not knowing quite what that meant –or rather, why that was important- Kamoku took deep and calming breaths.

"M-may I eat too Master?" he inquired, looking at the small feast on the table before them. "Of course, here open your mouth." He other said, holding up another grape. Doing as he was told he closed his eyes as the grape was placed in his mouth.

Malikai chuckled as Kamoku blushed again. Chewing the grape, the elf hugged his knees to his chest. Looking down at his lap he whimpered softly. The white cloth did little to hide his hardness, and that just made the situation even more embarrassing.

"No need to curl up, pet." Malikai said as he moved closer to him. "I wasn't done with you yet." He smirked and drew Kamoku forward again. "First, let's get rid of this…and this." He said as he removed the shawl and the circlet. Setting the items aside carelessly, he looked him over, and then frowned some. "And this must go too." He muttered as he reached up and deftly removed the silver collar from around his neck.

Relived to finally have the damned thing off he couldn't help but wonder as to why it had been discarded. Sitting there he felt terribly exposed in only the rather low pants.

Malikai grinned and pulled him into his lap once more. "Go on, eat if you want." He said as he resumed teasing him, though this time he didn't caress his thighs. Instead he moved his lips across his exposed neck in feather light kisses. Goosebumps pebbled his skin from those touches and he gasped softly.

Licking his lips he tried to ignore the touches and reached out to get an apple from the table. Malikai took that moment to drop a hand back into his lap once more. Licking his lips one more nervously he cupped the apple in both hands, bringing it to his lips. That was when the devil behind him decided to toy with his ear lobe. He shuddered and closed his eyes, feeling his cock twitch in response. Malikai felt it too and moved his hand to press against him.

When he rubbed his hand on him he gasped and dropped the apple, arching his back. "M-master." A hot blush flooded his cheeks as he whimpered. "Ohhh…" Thankfully the other man didn't continue his movement and stilled his hand while he moved his lips elsewhere. "Such a responsive little one aren't you, so sensitive." Malikai murmured to him as he gently bit down on his shoulder. Moaning, the elf flushed and fought to not squirm.

Malikai leaned forward and looked over his shoulder, pulling the others pants out and down so his hardness was exposed. "Look at you, hard already." He chuckled some and ran a finger across the tip. "You're already so close aren't you?" he asked, holding up his hand and showing Kamoku the drop of pearly liquid there. Kamoku shuddered and whimpered, his hands fisting and pressing against the pillows under them.

"Lick it clean." He told him, making the elf blush more and nodded. He flicked his tongue out and licked the drop away. How…odd… He'd never tasted anything like that before. Malikai smiled at him and held his trembling body close, stroking his hand across his chest and teasing his nipples. "Master…" he moaned out, arching his back. Malikai tisked at him, "I think you're getting too exited." He whispered to him, setting him off of his lap. Kneeling beside him Malikai smirked and drew down his own pants.

Oh gods he would die… Looking back at him, Kamoku gasped. He was quite…big to say the least. "Come here." Malikai said, beckoning him closer. Nodding he turned around to face him and moved forward. The blond king then tangled his hand in Kamoku's hair and pulled him down next to his arousal. "Lick me."

Blushing profusely and whimpering he did as he was told. "Yes master." He whispered. He'd seen others do this type of thing before… Pushing back his own feeling of arousal he hesitantly drew his tongue across the tip. The man above him sighed and tightened his grip in his hair. Taking this as a good thing, he did it again, finding he rather liked the taste. Closing his eyes he dragged his tongue across the length, shivering a little. He flicked his tongue across Malikai's tip and groaned softly. He liked this, liked how he tasted and felt against his tongue. That made him wonder; how would he feel in his mouth? Glancing up at the king he was pleased to note that he seemed to be enjoying his inexpert caresses.

He placed his lips over the bulbous head and swirled his tongue around it, sucking gently. Malikai groaned over him. Closing his eyes once more he focused on the task at hand. He used one hand to brace himself against Malikai's thigh and pulled back slightly, only to be pushed back to the other male's swollen cock. "Suck it, make me cum." was whispered harshly at him. "Yes master." He whispered back as he took him in his mouth once again. It was odd since he had no clue what he was supposed to be doing other than that. He tried to take more like he had seen done but couldn't stop gagging. He stopped trying and just sucked on him.

Little erotic chills spread through him and made it near impossible for his own lust to cool, though it had backed off in intensity. He wriggled his own hips as he fell into a rhythm of sucking him (and at Malikai's prodding, stroking him.). The only sounds in the room were Malikai's groans and the sound of Kamoku pleasuring him. It didn't take long before the king became fed-up with Kamoku's amateur ways. "Open your mouth wider and hold still." he growled at him he tightened his grip in his hair and began to thrust into his mouth. Kamoku gasped and whimpered as the large appendage was pushed into him with little warning. He furrowed his brow and fought to not push Mikeal away so he could get a full breath, gagging slightly as he pushed past his comfort limit.

He clutched at the pillows under him and just focused on breathing when he could. This wasn't at all pleasant, and he had a feeling his throat would hurt later from this. Yet even as he found this act unpleasant he was grateful that it was the King who did this to him and not Seth. And besides, it was apparent that Malikai was enjoying himself, and truly that was all that mattered.

He jerked in surprise as a powerful stream of hot liquid shot down his throat and he hurried to swallow so he wouldn't choke. Pulling his cock out of the elf's mouth he shot the last of his load on his face, smirking down at him and moaning. Kamoku gasped and shivered, closing his eyes. Great, now he was messy too… The other male let his hair go and stood up, fixing his pants back up.

Kamoku sat back on his knees and looked down at the ground, blushing. "Not too bad for your first time…" Malikai commented. "But I don't have time to be slow today." He muttered, walking past Kamoku and to the door. He poked his head out and called a servant forth. "Get the elf cleaned up and ready to serve at the banquet tonight." He told him. He then turned back to Kamoku. "Do what he tells you to and prepare for tonight. You will be serving wine and dancing for us." He informed him before he walked out of the room.

Sighing, Kamoku looked around for his shawl to wipe his face off. The servant boy peeked in and licked his lips. "You may eat now; I and a few others will be in after awhile to dress you properly for tonight." He said before he closed the door. The elf simply nodded and cleaned off his face. The good thing was, he wasn't hard anymore. Speaking of which… Pulling his pants back up to cover himself he blushed. How could he have forgotten that?

He muttered to himself as he retrieved his apple and lay down. His hair was a mess, his throat hurt like he thought it might, his face…ugh. He bit into the apple and closed his eyes. Hopefully tonight would be better. He got to dance, and that always made him happy! He munched contently on his apple and hummed the tune for the fire dance. He wondered what he would be dancing for the King…

He finished with the apple and set the core back on the table. He sat back up and sighed, letting his hair down and combing his finger's through the tangled mess. He gave up after a few more moments and dropped his hands in his lap. Moving over to the table he picked at the food, taste here, a nibble there.

Soon enough Kamoku had curled up in a pile of pillows and gone to sleep. The poor elf had been thrust into a world that he knew very little about and he feared it was going to be a series of harsh lessons. He whimpered softly in his sleep and hugged a pillow closer to him. He wished he could be with someone like Jarett…or perhaps Cole. They were nice to him and seemed to genuinely care if he was alright or not.

Maybe Malikai would be like that… he didn't seem to be like Seth. Kamoku shuddered as he thought of that man. Someone touched his shoulder and shook him gently. Gasping he sat up, eyes wide. "Oh!" he tucked his hair behind his ear and ducked his head. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to fall asleep." He murmured. The person above him chuckled. "That's okay. But you must get up now. We have a lot to do to get you ready for tonight." He said. Kamoku looked up and nodded, standing.

The new man was like the men that had carried him in the palanquin, as far as coloring went. His skin was the same shade as Kamoku's with dark eyes and hair that fell over them. Looking up at him (was everyone taller than him?) the elf smiled shyly. The man smiled down at him and gently took his hand and pulled him upright. “My name is Rajime.” He told Kamoku.
The elf nodded and followed him out of the room, via the door that the food had arrived from. It led down a short hall with a few other doors branching off from it. Rajime led him into the second on the left where a seamstress and a number of other servants waited.
“Right then, now that we have you here we can begin.”