The Captain's Vow
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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18
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Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX
Touch
Some news. I have one book, perhaps two, headed to print with Mythica Publishing.
Silvanos refused to have his plans thwarted. He ordered a large platter of mead-roasted carved venison, potatoes boiled in milk and butter with herbs, some of the good dark bread the area claimed among their finer creations, a block of mild cheese and ale. He had barely arranged it all on the small table he’d requested carried up to the solar, when he heard Rennar conclude his bath.
He shivered. How must that dark skin look with droplets of water tracing shiny rivulets over it? Cautioning himself, he brought the chair from Rennar’s bedchamber, placed it at the table and poured ale from the pitcher.
The rain whipped against the closed and fastened shutters. Thunder rolled.
Inside the master chambers, warmth from the fire, the smell of the meal and scented steam from Rennar’s bath filled the space.
He emerged with naught save a drying cloth wrapping his narrow hips, and did not glance into the solar on his way to dress. Silvanos’ hands shook as he lit a few more beeswax tapers and placed them in sconced holders on the waiting table.
After what seemed ages, Rennar emerged wearing breeches and a loose tunic left unlaced at the throat, his eating dagger in hand. He walked to the waiting chair, lifted his gaze to Silvanos. “Young Arelia, you do not dine?”
That took him aback. “I did not think you would wish it.” His heart threatened to flutter up through his throat.
Rennar placed the dagger on the laden table and carefully scooted it closer to one of the padded benches of the solar, then moved his chair accordingly. “I may lack your breeding. However, manners were taught me.” He seated himself and extended a large, attractive hand. “Sit. Share what you’ve thoughtfully provided.”
“I asked for but one fork.” Silvanos did not yet accept the invite, conscious of the chance of rejection.
Rennar met his regard with breath-stealing directness. “I am no hypocrite. Your mouth has touched mine. Mayhaps we can manage with the one.”
His knees threatened to fail him as he assumed his place. Rennar pulled apart a chunk of the bread, used his dagger to cut several slices of cheese to lay upon it, then added meat. He folded it, handed Silvanos the fork, and pushed the platter closer to him.
“Gratitude,” Silvanos managed.
Rennar placed the goblet of ale between them. “No need for it.”
He had some trouble eating, despite enjoying the man’s company. Silvanos noted his desired one appeared more at ease with him. By degrees, it restored his audacity. “How went your patrols?”
“Tiresome and chill.” He bit into his bread-wrapped cheese and venison, chewed and swallowed.
Silvanos noted that while the man disclaimed nobility, he possessed far more grace than many who could. “These climes often mete out cold turns of weather even before winter takes hold.”
“So I have learned.” Rennar lifted the goblet and drank several swallows, the muscles in his throat working with eye-enrapturing slowness.
Attempting to use the edge of the fork to cut some meat, he replied, “The rains pass. Sunshine returns the warmth.”
Rennar sat the goblet upon the table, his bread-bound victuals next to it, and pulled the platter back close to him. He used his dagger to section meat. “Try that, Arelia.”
“Silvanos.” Accepting the platter, he met those dark eyes. “My given name is ‘Silvanos’.”
“I know your name.” Rennar reached for the ale again.
They completed the meal in relative silence. Although, not an uncomfortable one. Rennar rose to summon servants to clear, thanked him with considerable kindness before going into the bathing chamber to conclude his nightly ablutions. The big man emerged and strode into his bed chamber.
Silvanos snuffed candles in the solar. He went to attend the same personal chores: cleaning his teeth and face, brushing his hair and emptying his bladder. Keeping his step light, he tried the door to Rennar’s bedchamber.
It opened.
On fire and more afraid than ever, he pushed it wide.
Rennar sat upon the bed’s edge, leaning forward with his forearms braced upon his wide thighs. He did not turn his head. “What is it you want from me?”
Silvanos walked through the portal, and closed the reinforced door before bolting it. A single hours candle lent illumination. “I want to touch you.”
The large dark man rumbled low in his wide chest. “Much have you orchestrated to gain this moment.”
“I cannot help myself.”
“Has it occurred what damage you might inflict?”
Silvanos walked to him, drawn despite the charge. “Nay. You fill my thoughts. All else vanishes.”
Rennar snarled and stood. Striding to meet him, the big man grasped the lapels of his dressing gown. “You selfish git.”
Melting inside and swelling with lust, he whispered, “Call me by any name. Curse at me. I welcome it if your hands accompany it.”
The other man surprised him greatly. His manner gentled, he released the garment, bent and lifted him into his powerful arms. “I shall make you pay for this.”
Silvanos smiled. No fear tormented him. He luxuriated in the other man’s placing him upon the bed. “Aye.” He gazed up as Rennar came down upon him, spreading his legs with his broadcloth-clad hips, and settling his delectable weight upon Silvanos. He rolled up from the bed, gripping Rennar’s head in his hands.
Their mouths met.
He lost his restraint, moaning, delving his tongue into the other man’s mouth. It struck like lightning: fierce, white-hot, emotional.
Silvanos hated the tears seeping from under his eyelids back into his hair until Rennar broke the joining of their mouths to capture them with his lips. “Pray, do not,” the big man murmured into his skin. “Nay.”
The tenderness coupled with his realization of his intimate attachment to this man had undone him. “Kiss me, Ren.”
A deep, low-in-the-chest rumble preceded his doing just that. Silvanos arched up, wrapping the other man in his hungry arms. The dressing gown parted greatly, baring him to his intended lover. Rennar’s broadcloth-shielded erection nudged at his naked cock.
“What have you done to me?”
Silvanos thrust his hips, seeking more contact and friction. “Please remove your garments, Ren.” He nipped and sucked at his lover’s wide mouth. “Let me see you.”
Rennar stood, leaving him alone and for the better part exposed upon the bed. “You have been entrusted to me, young Arelia. Personal desire aside, it occurs to me I must not betray the lord to which I have sworn fealty.”
Hearing the resolve and anger in his intended lover’s deep voice, Silvanos covered himself and rolled from the bed. “I stand assured that steels your resolve for this night.” His heart ached as he continued, “Be assured it shall not influence my forgiveness when you break and decide to indulge.”
Touch
Some news. I have one book, perhaps two, headed to print with Mythica Publishing.
Silvanos refused to have his plans thwarted. He ordered a large platter of mead-roasted carved venison, potatoes boiled in milk and butter with herbs, some of the good dark bread the area claimed among their finer creations, a block of mild cheese and ale. He had barely arranged it all on the small table he’d requested carried up to the solar, when he heard Rennar conclude his bath.
He shivered. How must that dark skin look with droplets of water tracing shiny rivulets over it? Cautioning himself, he brought the chair from Rennar’s bedchamber, placed it at the table and poured ale from the pitcher.
The rain whipped against the closed and fastened shutters. Thunder rolled.
Inside the master chambers, warmth from the fire, the smell of the meal and scented steam from Rennar’s bath filled the space.
He emerged with naught save a drying cloth wrapping his narrow hips, and did not glance into the solar on his way to dress. Silvanos’ hands shook as he lit a few more beeswax tapers and placed them in sconced holders on the waiting table.
After what seemed ages, Rennar emerged wearing breeches and a loose tunic left unlaced at the throat, his eating dagger in hand. He walked to the waiting chair, lifted his gaze to Silvanos. “Young Arelia, you do not dine?”
That took him aback. “I did not think you would wish it.” His heart threatened to flutter up through his throat.
Rennar placed the dagger on the laden table and carefully scooted it closer to one of the padded benches of the solar, then moved his chair accordingly. “I may lack your breeding. However, manners were taught me.” He seated himself and extended a large, attractive hand. “Sit. Share what you’ve thoughtfully provided.”
“I asked for but one fork.” Silvanos did not yet accept the invite, conscious of the chance of rejection.
Rennar met his regard with breath-stealing directness. “I am no hypocrite. Your mouth has touched mine. Mayhaps we can manage with the one.”
His knees threatened to fail him as he assumed his place. Rennar pulled apart a chunk of the bread, used his dagger to cut several slices of cheese to lay upon it, then added meat. He folded it, handed Silvanos the fork, and pushed the platter closer to him.
“Gratitude,” Silvanos managed.
Rennar placed the goblet of ale between them. “No need for it.”
He had some trouble eating, despite enjoying the man’s company. Silvanos noted his desired one appeared more at ease with him. By degrees, it restored his audacity. “How went your patrols?”
“Tiresome and chill.” He bit into his bread-wrapped cheese and venison, chewed and swallowed.
Silvanos noted that while the man disclaimed nobility, he possessed far more grace than many who could. “These climes often mete out cold turns of weather even before winter takes hold.”
“So I have learned.” Rennar lifted the goblet and drank several swallows, the muscles in his throat working with eye-enrapturing slowness.
Attempting to use the edge of the fork to cut some meat, he replied, “The rains pass. Sunshine returns the warmth.”
Rennar sat the goblet upon the table, his bread-bound victuals next to it, and pulled the platter back close to him. He used his dagger to section meat. “Try that, Arelia.”
“Silvanos.” Accepting the platter, he met those dark eyes. “My given name is ‘Silvanos’.”
“I know your name.” Rennar reached for the ale again.
They completed the meal in relative silence. Although, not an uncomfortable one. Rennar rose to summon servants to clear, thanked him with considerable kindness before going into the bathing chamber to conclude his nightly ablutions. The big man emerged and strode into his bed chamber.
Silvanos snuffed candles in the solar. He went to attend the same personal chores: cleaning his teeth and face, brushing his hair and emptying his bladder. Keeping his step light, he tried the door to Rennar’s bedchamber.
It opened.
On fire and more afraid than ever, he pushed it wide.
Rennar sat upon the bed’s edge, leaning forward with his forearms braced upon his wide thighs. He did not turn his head. “What is it you want from me?”
Silvanos walked through the portal, and closed the reinforced door before bolting it. A single hours candle lent illumination. “I want to touch you.”
The large dark man rumbled low in his wide chest. “Much have you orchestrated to gain this moment.”
“I cannot help myself.”
“Has it occurred what damage you might inflict?”
Silvanos walked to him, drawn despite the charge. “Nay. You fill my thoughts. All else vanishes.”
Rennar snarled and stood. Striding to meet him, the big man grasped the lapels of his dressing gown. “You selfish git.”
Melting inside and swelling with lust, he whispered, “Call me by any name. Curse at me. I welcome it if your hands accompany it.”
The other man surprised him greatly. His manner gentled, he released the garment, bent and lifted him into his powerful arms. “I shall make you pay for this.”
Silvanos smiled. No fear tormented him. He luxuriated in the other man’s placing him upon the bed. “Aye.” He gazed up as Rennar came down upon him, spreading his legs with his broadcloth-clad hips, and settling his delectable weight upon Silvanos. He rolled up from the bed, gripping Rennar’s head in his hands.
Their mouths met.
He lost his restraint, moaning, delving his tongue into the other man’s mouth. It struck like lightning: fierce, white-hot, emotional.
Silvanos hated the tears seeping from under his eyelids back into his hair until Rennar broke the joining of their mouths to capture them with his lips. “Pray, do not,” the big man murmured into his skin. “Nay.”
The tenderness coupled with his realization of his intimate attachment to this man had undone him. “Kiss me, Ren.”
A deep, low-in-the-chest rumble preceded his doing just that. Silvanos arched up, wrapping the other man in his hungry arms. The dressing gown parted greatly, baring him to his intended lover. Rennar’s broadcloth-shielded erection nudged at his naked cock.
“What have you done to me?”
Silvanos thrust his hips, seeking more contact and friction. “Please remove your garments, Ren.” He nipped and sucked at his lover’s wide mouth. “Let me see you.”
Rennar stood, leaving him alone and for the better part exposed upon the bed. “You have been entrusted to me, young Arelia. Personal desire aside, it occurs to me I must not betray the lord to which I have sworn fealty.”
Hearing the resolve and anger in his intended lover’s deep voice, Silvanos covered himself and rolled from the bed. “I stand assured that steels your resolve for this night.” His heart ached as he continued, “Be assured it shall not influence my forgiveness when you break and decide to indulge.”