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Shrivastava
Part 1 - Possession
Nehrashti Shrivastava was born
to a small tribe living on the outskirts of the gorgon territory of Sebalia with
in the demon realm of Shaadiv. His mother Shafia was one of eight daughters of
Varouk, leader to the tribe. Shafia is a raven-haired beauty, petite and feisty
and quickly catches the eye of a wandering gorgon with flaming red hair. Enter
Nehra’s willful sire, Nehru, a saffron-eyed demon wretch with dubious intentions
and equally mysterious past. He seduces the young gorgoness Shafia with little
effort then unceremoniously disappears when Shafia is heavy with child. Nehra’s
first years are pampered and he has sincere love for his adoring mother. During
a routine assessment of the borderlands Hahtra’s havoc demons spot the young
Nehra playing with his elder half-brother Mweu. They know their mistress’ tastes
and abduct adolescent Nehra and whisk him away from all the he knows and loves
to an uncertain future as a concubine to the notorious Queen of Sebalia, Hahtra
Bhevya.
Nehra’s imprisonment begins with
in the opulent passages of Palace Vahin, ancient hub of the gorgon empire.
Hahtra’s palace is inundated by Havoc demons. The particularly unintelligent and
malleable beasts are her muscle and have become reviled among gorgon kind.
Consorting with havoc demons remains a major taboo, but the ruling gorgon tribes
say nothing so as not to bring Hahtra's wrath down upon them. Her networks of
spies are always listening.
Nehra is no easy catch. He
fights his captors and quickly becomes a troublesome charge. Frightened and
angry Nehra is quickly overwhelmed by his predicament. After a dusty and lengthy
ride over the arid lands of his tribe his journey delves in to the dark forests
of central Sebalia. Nehra arrives at the palace and is handed over to the palace
attendants. While grateful to be away from the foul smelling havoc demons
Nehra’s soon faces a more painful transition. The young gorgon is bathed and
groomed then forcibly circumcised per the Queens tastes then left alone to heal
for a few days. He is quickly instructed on how to act then dressed in the scant
livery of a concubine then presented to his future mistress.
Hahtra has ruled over the gorgon
tribes for two millennia. She is a voluptuous 5’10, milky white skin and
shimmering wavy pink hair, with icy blue eyes. She is powerful, unfeeling and
devious and gets what she wants with out question. She has an insatiable hunger
for gorgon children. Children frequent her extensive harem, but are not
exclusive. Among the gorgon tribe’s children are thought of as unripe fruit -
not to be wholly enjoyed until ripe. Sadly, to despoil a child isn’t unheard of
just in bad taste.
When Nehra meets Hahtra he is rebellious. He scowls at her, pouts and demands to
go home. Hahtra is amused by her new pet, however, she will not tolerate
disobedience. Nehra soon discovers that Hahtra has no qualms with inflicting
pain when he is insolent.
Stinging from a well-timed slap
to the face Nehra is dismissed to his sleeping recess. He is guided to a
curtained corner of Hahtra’s private chambers. With in is a small area strewn
with soft pillows and a few coverlets. When the curtain falls and he is alone
Nehra crumples in to a heap and cried for a good while.
“You’d better stop crying.”
Nehra jumped and looked up towards the voice.
A head popped up from the pile of pillows at the far end of the alcove. A young
gorgon female a few years older than him regarded him. “If they hear you they’ll
whip you and then you will really cry.”
Nehra wiped his eyes. “Who are you?”
“Kriti.” She smiled gingerly, crawling towards him. Nehra shrunk away a bit.
“You mustn’t cry loudly. It angers Mistress.” She reached out and caressed a
lock of Nehra’s crimson hair. “If you have to, cry in to a pillow.”
Nehra didn’t say anything and sniffled again then nodded meekly.
“You don’t act like dasa,” She said. “Where are you from?”
Nehra thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. It’s hot and dry there.”
Kriti nodded. “Definitely not dasa. Sounds like you came from the southern
lands.”
“What is dasa?” Nehra asked curiously.
Kriti lay back upon the pillows and sighed. “They’re specialized concubines who
live to serve. I met one when I got here. They’re all brain washed. They know of
nothing else but to serve their master or mistress. They certainly don’t spend
their first night crying.”
Nehra grimaced, embarrassed. Kriti sat up, smoothing her blonde hair over her
diminutive horns.
“Don’t take it wrong. I’m not dasa either. My family sold me away to settle a
debt.” The girl’s brown eyes hardened as she spoke. “They didn’t want me
anymore.”
The youths sat quietly for a moment. “The smelly winged ones took me away.”
Nehra’s eyes welled up again. “…From my mother.” Nehra buried is head in his
arms while his body trembled as he wept. Kriti wasn’t sure what to do. She’s
given up worrying about her circumstances long ago. She was better fed and
comfortable here. She crept forward and sat next to her sobbing bunkmate.
“Don’t be troubled.” She whispered. “I’ll look after you.”
Nehra lifted his head and wiped his wet cheeks and reddened nose.
Kriti smiled a bit and put her around his shoulders. “I will teach you your
manners. Then you can avoid getting the mistress angry. If she’s happy, we’re
happy.”
Young Nehra makes fast friends
with Kriti. As promised the young girl teaches him how to please his mistress.
Despite his first encounter with his mistress, Hahtra, she seems gentle almost
affectionate towards him. Their daily responsibilities are simple mostly;
serving the Queen her food, toweling her off after a bath or pouring Hahtra’s
drinks during formal gatherings.
The days become months then years. Nehra approaches his young adulthood and his
slim frame grew lean and sinuous. Despite his younger years he now stands taller
than his female companion, Kriti. Kriti too is affected by the passage of time.
Her curves grow softer and fuller and Nehra can’t help but stare at her when
they undress to bathe. Kriti is not unaware of this. Her coy smiles and sidelong
glances often make Nehra’s amber skin prickle hotly. Nehra is by human standards
15 years old.
Hahtra too realizes her male concubine is becoming a young man. He suddenly
lavishes him with attention. She makes sure to brush his hand when he leans in
to pour her wine. She snuggles up behind him and presses her ample bosom on to
the bare flesh of his back. The thin silk of her livery does little to mask the
telltale firmness of her pert nipples. She teases him mercilessly, enticing him
with her shapely body. This is utter torture to his now blossoming pubescent
sensibilities.
After an evening meal Hahtra called Nehra to her side.
“Nehrashti,” Hahtra smiles broadly. “My sweet. You will join me this evening.”
Nehra glances nervously in Kriti’s direction. The blond concubine has her eyes
averted obediently to the floor. Nehra’s voice wavers. “Y...yes, Mistress.”
When Nehra joins his bunkmate in their even bath Kriti is silent. Nehra fidgeted
in the warm water. Nehra’s His lips parted to speak, but Kriti cut him off.
“It’s all right Nehrashti.”
Their eyes met and it made his heart sink to see the worry in her gaze.
“Be careful.” She said, and then climbed out of the basin. Nehra sat quietly
listening her wet footfalls fade in to the distance.
Nehra is not sure what Hahtra
has in store for him. The Queen’s personal attendants are waiting for him when
he leaves the bathing chamber. They groom and dress him and guide him to
Hahtra’s sleeping chamber. With in the candle lit chamber his mistress waits
upon a lavish divan behind a sheer blue silk curtain. She instructs him to sit
on a pillow at the foot of her bed. To his surprise a third figure enters the
room and joins the gorgoness on her bed. The newcomer is a collared male
concubine, nude and muscular moreover not much older than he. He prostrates
before the gorgon Queen, begging her kindness. Nehra watches with genuine
interest as The Queen demonstrates her sexual prowess in full view of him. She
casts aside her livery, straddles the enthusiastic concubine and expertly
arouses his loins with practiced fingers. She guides her partner’s lips to her
round breasts while her hands fondle the moist pink treasure between her soft
thighs. She glances at Nehra making sure he is watching, hearing everything!
Nehra squirms at the delicious sights and sounds clearly aware of his own
erection. He aches for release but is unsure of how to proceed.
Hahtra smiles wickedly,
delighting in her young pet’s dilemma. She slides calculatingly on to the
waiting rigid shaft of her eager partner, writhing, moaning until her pale skin
is dappled with sweat. Nehra is frustrated and looks a way from the display.
Hahtra hissed. “Do no look away boy!” Nehra feels like his body will split. With
an unspoken signal Hahtra prompts her nameless partner to climax. Among the
sputtering gasps of pleasure Nehra’s head is swimming with images of Hahtra’s
spread thighs as she allows the concubines hot leavings to slither from her
insides in to a puddle unto the spent body beneath her.
Nehra stumbled in to his sleeping alcove and fell in to a fetal position among
the pillows. Kriti awakened and regarded him through in the darkness.
“Nehra.” She whispered. “Are you
all right?”
She heard his labored breathing and sat up. “Nehra?”
“No,” he replied. “I…well, I don’t know!” His body was wracked with wonderful
and horrible sensations all at once. The erection beneath his livery was aching
to break free, and he couldn’t shake the ringing in his ears. It seemed like his
blood would burst from his skin! Kriti moved over next to him and felt his damp
skin under her fingers. She calmed herself and nudged him tenderly. “Nehra, I
know how it feels.”
Nehra hesitated then replied. “What?”
“Let me…” Kriti tugged at his side. “I can help you.”
“How?” He asked. Kriti pulled Nehra over pressing his shoulders to the carpeted
floor. She nimbly unclasped his loincloth and cast it aside. Nehra sighed
gratefully as his engorged loins were set free. He felt Kriti hovering over him
and her warm breath on his stomach. Before he could ask her what she was doing
he felt something phenomenal that made him gasp loudly. Kriti’s moist lips slid
over the head of his erections and her hands firmly gripped his shaft. Nehra’s
body bucked violently and he did all he could not to come right then and there.
She rose up momentarily. “Lie still.” She instructed. A whimper escaped his
throat as she began to work, slowly stroking with her hands and her mouth and
slippery tongue lapped.
“Kriti.” Nehra breathed threw clenched teeth.
She continued her manipulations until he could not hold back any more. Nehra’s
slender body quaked as a heavy tugging sensation seemed to generate a thrilling
pulse that traveled from his testicles along the length of his shaft. Kriti
knowingly increased her grip and buried his twitching erection deep in her
mouth. Nehra then came fiercely, stifling his blissful cries by biting his lip.
Kriti felt him coat the back of her throat with his semen then slowly began to
massage his testicles. Nehra panted loudly as the storm in his loins ebbed. He
heard a quiet giggle from Kriti as she licked her lips. Aside from a slight
ringing in his ears Nehra felt his wits returning.
Kriti sat up and looked towards him in the dark. “You’re a bit more endowed than
I previously thought.”
Nehra wasn’t really listening. “Huh?”
“Never mind.” She scooted in beside him and threw a coverlet over his naked
body. “Sleep.” She said.
He didn’t need to be told. Nehra quickly fell in to a profound slumber.
Nehra is invited many times to these viewing sessions in Hahtra’s chamber. Each
time he returns half crazed with lust to Kriti’s waiting mouth. Nehra returns
one night from his mistress’ lesson. Kriti sits awake to welcome him. Yet,
unlike the nights before he takes her in his arms and presses his lips to hers.
Kriti is ecstatic and eagerly wraps her slender legs around Nehra’s waist. The
young gorgon’s fall in to the pillows of their alcove touching, tasting one
another. Nehra pulls aside Kriti’s livery and deftly tastes her wetness. With
her lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of his neck she presses his rigid
erection against her pelvis. Nehra adjusts his position then purposefully slides
his throbbing erection along the wet smoothness of her swollen vulva. Kriti
balks and pushes him away.
Nehra nit his brow irritably. “What is it?”
She shook her head. “We can’t.”
Nehra reached out to her in the darkness and took her hand. “Why not?”
“She’ll know,” she informed. “It is forbidden!”
Nehra smirked. “How could she know?”
Kriti was torn. "She will, Nehrashti. The punishment could be..."
Nehra leaned in close to her and brushed his cheek against hers. "Kriti." he
pleaded.
Kriti blinked back frustrated tears, yet felt compelled to stride onward. She
couldn't deny that she wanted him. She wanted him for some time now and had
managed not to take their liaisons any further than the oral pleasures she
willingly offered him. Nehra waited patiently in the dark for her answer. He
would not force her against her will.
Kriti felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had her answer. With quickened
breaths Kriti guided his hips towards her open thighs and guided him in. Nehra
groaned as her torrid flesh slid snugly over his. Kriti whimpered pressing her
fingers in to his arms, her toes curling inadvertently. With out hesitation
Nehra began a slow rhythmic rocking and soon found a blissful pace that had both
young gorgons’ in a frenzy. Kriti was astounded and delighted by the fierce
motion of Nehra's body. Again and again their bodies would meet and each time it
sent electric bolts through her hips in to her body. Nehra filled his mouth with
one of her plump nipples and tugged on the tender flesh with his teeth. Kriti
muttered something he couldn't make out, and he kept on. "Nehra, O hells!" she
gasped. Nehra could feel the uncanny convulsing of her insides clenching and
releasing along his shaft. The feeling was maddeningly splendid and he realized
he would come very soon. He moved her legs so that her slender feet pressed
against his chest, her knees bent up near her heaving bosom. He thrust deeply,
vigorously in time with her quiet cries for more, quickening his pace as he
sprint towards climax.
Outside the heavy curtain of the young concubines sleeping alcove a shadow
slowly glides along the length of the polished floor. With in the heated alcove
Nehra panted loudly holding on for just a moment longer before he came. His body
shuddered and an exquisite release encompassed him rocking his senses to the
core. Kriti felt his shaft twitch within her and she reveled in the hot fullness
as his seed filled her. She sighed and kissed him, letting her tongue slide over
his. There then came a rustle of fabric and then the heavy curtain hiding them
swung wide revealing a shapely silhouette. Kriti cried out and pushed Nehra
aside. Standing in the dim candlelit of the chamber Queen Hahtra glowers
furiously at the two young concubines.
Kriti shirks fearfully begging for mercy. “Mistress, please forgive.”
Hahtra's placid expression twists to one of contempt. "Never!" The Queen
shrieks. Nehra glanced up at his mistress woefully and watched the enraged
gorgoness yank Kriti to her knees. Kriti screamed in pain as she is dragged away
by her blond tresses.
Nehra scurried up to his mistress' feet. "Please, Mistress. It was not her
fault!”
Kriti looked at Nehra tearfully.
Nehra searched his mind frantically. “I forced her!" he blurted.
Hahtra was shaking her head disapprovingly. Damn you girl, I wanted him a
virgin! Hahtra paused to reflect on the situation then quickly and coldly comes
to a conclusion.
"Kriti!" Hahtra sneered jerking the girl about by the fist full of blond hair in
her steely grasp. Kriti whimpered pitifully. “You know better, girl!"
With hands much more powerful than they looked Hahtra wrapped her fingers around
Kriti's slender neck and became to crush her windpipe. Nehra rose up reaching
for Kriti's struggling body. Hahtra loosed her grip momentarily and backhanded
Nehra in the jaw. He crumpled away from her bruising blow. Kriti coughed
pitifully for a few moments before the blue-eyed gorgoness continued to crush
the juvenile’s throat. Nehra wept freely now damning his foolishness. "No," he
muttered quietly. "It’s not her fault."
The commotion had alerted a few near by attendants and they looked on in horror
as Kriti gagged and kicked wildly. Hahtra grunted and there soon came a
sickening snap and Kriti grew still. Hahtra huffed and let the girls’ body wilt
to the floor. Nehra clenched his jaw in grief and looked away, sobbing in
silence. The portal that lead out in to the main corridor flung wide and a havoc
demon sauntered in to the chamber. The grizzly looking beast observed the scene
then bowed to the Queen.
"Your majesty?" growled the demon.
Hahtra wiped her hands along her embroidered robe and pointed to the floor.
"Get rid of it!" she snapped.
The havoc demon's dark eyes gleamed enthusiastically. His leathery wings
twitched and he rushed forward and plucked Kriti's lifeless body from the floor
turned and disappeared through the chamber door. Nehra suddenly felt the Queen’s
steely eyes upon him. He audaciously looked his mistress in the face, his bright
green eyes meeting her cold blue. There was a silent pause then Hahtra’s painted
lips curled in to a self-assured smile.
"Collect yourself, my pet." She relaxed her shoulders and smoothed her
undulating hair.
She turned and walked away with a flutter of her silken attire.
“Clean him up," She instructed addressing the two bewildered attendants. They
bowed then quickly rushed forward to pick Nehra up from the floor.
Many forlorn years pass under Hahtra's domination. She taunts him, tests him.
Hahtra toys with his mind and body. He becomes a subdued and broken young man
seeking only to avoid the wrath of his Queen. Her sick games tug as his sanity,
but he endures in spite of her.
Sitting at the foot of Hahtra's berth for yet another long-winded soirée,
Nehra's eyes mark a new visitor. A strange looking gorgon named Lord Vha'dra
arrives in the royal court with much fanfare. There is murmur among the guests
and sense of excitement envelops the Queen. The odd visitor appears youthful and
vigorous, but an aura of timelessness seems to emanate from him. One feature
that Nehra cannot ignore is the male gorgon's extraordinarily languid black
eyes. They are vacant and unsettling yet Nehra can't help but stare.
Vhad'ra has a different presence then that of Hahtra. Hahtra herself is a very
powerful gorgon, and many millennia old herself - but she seems cowed in the
presence of this remarkably primordial creature. She seems needy, like a child
pleading for attention from a parent. It intrigues Nehra and terrifies him all
the same that someone may possibly intimidate his vile mistress. Unbeknownst to
Nehra, Vhad’ra has been noting the concubines’ bold stares. Their gazes meet and
Nehra feels his skin prickle with trepidation. Vhad'ra’s fathomless stare deep
in to Nehra‘s verdant gaze, as if searching for something. Nehra feels fixed in
place, unable to move. Nehra began to panic, but is quickly set free from his
invisible shackles. Nehra averted his eyes timidly wishing to flee behind his
Mistress’ impressive throne. After a long uncomfortable silence the ancient
gorgon speaks. His voice is quiet and melodious.
"Your concubine." Stated the High Lord. From his seat next to the Queen he
leaned in Nehra’s direction with a curious arc of his brow sculpted brow.
Hahtra's expression softened inquisitively. "Oh, yes! Tender little morsel isn't
he?"
Nehra remains motionless terrified to look in to those dark eyes again.
“A very ravishing creature, yes.” Vhad'ra rises from his seat next to the Queen
and steps up to the young gorgon. Slender clawed fingers reach out and lift
Nehra's chin. Nehra dares not to look in to the demon's eyes. A twisted grin
ripples across the ancient demon’s skeletal visage. He leans in and whispers
something scarcely audible.
"I know you …Shaadiv." Vhad'ra smiles, an odd wrinkle on his other wise flawless
countenance then steps away and takes his seat beside the gorgon Queen. There
had been a certain amount of mirth in his tone, but it seemed Vhad’ra wished to
keep his statement secret from the Queen.
Perplexed and frightened Nehra knows not what to make of these words and says
nothing of it to his Mistress. When Vhad’ra’s cool hands touched him Nehra had
felt a rushing sensation, a kind of vertigo. Only the old gorgon’s grasp had
keep him from slumping to the polished floor. Just as quickly as the sensation
had overwhelmed him it dissipated once Vhad’ra loosed his grip.
See history of Shaadiv for clues to this cryptic
reference.
Soon after as many of the
evening guests depart, Hahtra and Vhad'ra retire to a more private arrangement.
It is then Vhad’ra introduces the Queen to his personal consort. An exquisite
male gorgon enters the chamber with a practiced and graceful gate. Fair smooth
skin covers his slender muscled frame. His luxurious ebon mane slides down his
shoulders to frame his chiseled countenance. As he kneels before his Master,
Hahtra cannot help blushing hotly with envy.
“Show yourself.” Vhad’ra instructed. Commanded to present his self he rose to
one knee and gazed coolly across the chamber with mystifying gray eyes.
“From a rare stock, this one” Vhad’ra boasts. “His name is Elu.” He is older
than Nehra, mature and virile looking and quite breathtaking. Nehra’s notes with
some interest that at the base of each of Elu’s elegant horns are thin hammered
bands of gold.
Hahtra’s simpers cordially. Although a concubine of Elu’s maturity does not
normally appeal to her, she feels upstaged by this splendid creature. Feeling
the need to distract her offended sensibilities she suggests some light
entertainment. As Master and Mistress quietly have a meal Nehra and Elu are
directed to the center of the room.
A polished stone dais in the center of the large chamber is cleared and strewn
with silks, plush coverlets and pillows. Hahtra opts for some sumptuous
entertainment and suggests that their concubines couple.
“He is… inexperienced.” Vhad’ra stated matter-of-factly, referring to young
Nehra.
Hahtra’s brow twitches irritably.
“Naturally, Nehrashti is so young. However, he has been exposed to the pleasures
of the flesh.”
Vhad’ra black eyes blink thoughtfully. “Do you think it wise to initiate your
pet with my Elu? He is adept and quite… assertive.”
Amused, Hahtra smiled. “Oh, all the better to please his Mistress then!”
Enthusiastically she added. “ I am quite eager to see him subdued.”
As instructed, Nehra joins Elu on the dais. In the golden light of the chambers
flickering hearth’s Nehra meets Elu’s storm gray eyes. Hahtra waves her hand
casually and commands. “Begin.”
Minstrels begin play a placid melody with a lyre and flute. As the rhythmic
melody fills the room Nehra suddenly feels very self-conscious. Elu draws near
young Nehra and flashes a friendly smile.
“Come close.” Elu whispers. Elu’s calm expression belies a seething maelstrom of
unrestrained desire. Nehra quivered unwilling to speak. He has never been
intimate beyond the comforting darkness of his alcove. The cool openness of the
chamber and the many eyes watching from afar do nothing but add to Nehra's
hesitation. The young gorgon shirks from the warm touch of Elu’s eager hands.
Nehra, however, is not eager to anger his Mistress. He glances furtively across
the room and noted Hahtra's expectant stare. Elu whispers to Nehra. “A shy one,
are we?”
Nehra is silent.
Slipping his nimble hands around Nehra's shoulders Elu presses the young gorgon
down upon the dais. "Lay back, friend."
Elu then begins to calm Nehra with gentle caresses. Elu's hands are like warm
silk slipping over his dark skin. Elu's body is gently scented with an
intoxicating musk and it fills Nehra's nostrils warmly as Elu's dark hair slides
coolly over his abdomen. Elu unclothes Nehra artfully, then himself. The older
gorgon then slides close from behind him, pressing this warm flesh against Nehra
back. Elu glides his fingers over Nehra's shoulder, then down his abdomen and
further down to his hip and thigh then he gathers up Nehra's already stiffening
manhood and began to gently stroke him. Awash in a wanton stupor Nehra is then
startled by older gorgon's moistened finger slipping between the exposed mounds
of his buttocks. Nehra reflects upon the new and bizarre sensation as Elu's deft
fingers work his anus. It's not long before the warm wetness of Elu's tongue is
toying with his anus as well. Nehra shivered, closing his eyes and blissfully
sighing. Thoroughly erect and aching Elu then slowly persuades the unsullied
orifice to submit to his prodding and stealthily slides his ruddy saliva
moistened member into Nehra's virgin backside. Nehra yelped impishly confronted
by an undeniable sensation of fullness while his experienced partner began
gyrating his hips. Nehra flinched a bit but Elu quickly calmed Nehra with a
comforting word.
"Relax." He breathed and then the practiced courtesan nibbled playfully upon the
delicate skin around Nehra's neck and shoulders, Elu's hips undulating, grinding
against Nehra with wondrous rhythm.
Nehra's moaned loudly, gritting his teeth. "Hnnn! Ooooh!"
Nehra's panted gruffly bracing himself against the dizzying friction. Elu pushed
Nehra over on to his stomach, shoving Nehra's face in to the soft pillows and
mounts him expertly. Elu then grabbed a fist full of Nehra's red hair and gave a
gentle tug accompanied by a firm thrust from behind.
"Ah!" Nehra howled. Elu grinned,
grinding firmly with slow and deep thrusts. The ebon haired gorgon relished in
the moment and let his free hand caress Nehra's amber skin over his back and
then down to his buttocks. Elu loosed his grip on Nehra's hair and grabbed hold
of the younger gorgon's hips and pulled him up on top his knees. He leaned in
close until his dark hair spilled over his pale shoulders then reached beneath
his trembling partner and firmly stroked Nehra's rock hard erection; smearing
the pre-come along Nehra's shaft. Elu listened intently to Nehra's breathless
groans and smiled haughtily then continued his vigorous gyrations, burying his
ample manhood deep in to Nehra's body. Nehra gripped the coverlet beneath him
with balled fists. There was a notable sheen of sweat on their bodies. With
Elu's hand working his loins and the delicious strokes pounding him from behind
Nehra eagerly embraced his rippling orgasm as it laid siege to his electrified
nerves. Nehra's body bucked violently, his hips thrusting in to Elu's fierce
grip. His seed spilled hotly upon Elu's palm and down on to the silken coverlet
beneath him. Nehra's senses were awash with waves of ecstasy. Elu began a series
of long hard strokes, drawing back then slamming in to Nehra's pelvis. " I'm
going to come inside you." Elu breathed.
Nehra pouted loudly begging Elu to come. "Please!"
Elu grunted slapping his hips against Nehra's backside and comes. Nehra panted
softly as the semen spilled messily out of him then he collapsed beneath his
partner. Elu lay down beside him with a content grin on his face. Elu then
tussled Nehra's hair playfully.
"Well done." He complimented.
Nehra nodded, spent and speechless.
Hahtra is quite pleased with the performance. Vhad'ra seems nonplussed, but
agrees that the spectacle was amusing. Later than evening Nehra sits across from
Elu in a warm bath.
"I was your first male coupling, was I not?" Elu's light eyes blinked
thoughtfully.
Nehra looked down in to the swirling fragrant waters of the hot bath and nodded.
"Yes."
Elu slid through the warm waters surrounding them and gathered Nehra in to his
arms. “Will you remember me?" Elu smiled.
"I will." Nehra replied truthfully. Elu smoothed Nehra's dampened hair. "I'll
hold you to that."
When Elu rose to exit the bath Nehra blurted. "Will I see you again?"
Elu paused flattered by the young gorgon's interest. "Some day."
Nehra suddenly felt awkward, but smiled slightly. "I'll hold you to that."
Nehra feels a bit revitalized after his lusty encounter with Elu. However,
Hahtra’s mood seems to deteriorate as the months wear on. Nehra fears he has
outgrown his usefulness. Then one fateful morning Hahtra comes to him in good
spirits. She takes him to her private gardens where he feels the sun on his skin
for the first time in years. She lets him wander through the flower-laden isles
and soak up the sounds of the forest just beyond the palace grounds. Hahtra even
seems to be pleased by his gaiety.
She then has her bedchamber lavished with a feast. They dine and share light
conversation. Hahtra jests with him - and even manages to get him to laugh for
the first time. Another mist-laden night falls upon Shaadiv. Nehra is bathed by
Hahtra’s attendants as is usually done, but this night his smooth amber skin is
anointed with fragrant oils, his body gently messaged and his stunning crimson
hair is brushed to a particularly lustrous shine. His livery and delicate
jewelry is fastened to his young body loosely. He is a bit perplexed by the
extra attention.
When he returns to his Mistress’ chambers he soon discovers why: Hahtra presents
herself to him. It appears she has decided it is time to formally initiate him.
It was never any question Hahtra was beautiful. Nor, was it a question that she
was desirable. Nehra now looks upon his mistress, astounded. She removes what
little clothing is wrapped around that is her supple body and beckons for young
Nehra to join her upon her bed. So many times she had taunted him... Never
allowed him to even touch her…and now…
Unable to resist his surging arousal he goes forth. Nehra can barely contain his
enthusiasm. He explores her mature female form willingly, eagerly, smelling,
touching…tasting! Then...
The door to Hahtra’s bedchamber burst wide hitting the walls behind with a loud
clang. Nehra stumbled from the gorgoness’ chamber so fast he slammed in to the
opposite wall of the corridor. He crumpled to the floor, tears in his eyes. A
feverish welt was rising across his face where the gorgoness had slapped him and
her sculpted claws had grazed his flesh. Hahtra stormed forth from her chamber
with a robe hanging loosely over her pale shoulders and spat on him. “Useless!”
She fumed. Her furious movement jounced her bountiful breasts.
“Incompetent...worthless whelp, bah! What did I see in you?! Rot you little
shit!” Hahtra whirled about, pink curls twirling about her face and neck, her
chamber doors slamming shut in her wake. The resounding echo hummed for a long
while drowning out Nehra’s sobbing. After a moment he peered down the empty
corridor. No one. There then came an ominous tone, which echoed through the vast
palace with astounding resonance. Again the tone sounded, distant, but somehow
close. The young gorgon waited his heart racing. Nehra gasped sharply, eyes
wide; he then realized just what that tone meant! Hahtra has summoned her havoc
demon guards and they were coming for him! Nehra scrambled on his hands and
knees to his feet and sped down the dimly lit corridor. He didn’t know how but
he had to get away from this place. He had to for he was sure the beasts would
kill him!
Nehra ran. He ran so hard his throat burned and his chest began to ache. The
great palace was truly a maze of corridors. He ran left, then right, and then
left again seeing nothing but endless passages and encountering hopelessly
locked doors. He avoided passing attendants and kept away from the busy servant
tunnels. Nowhere to hide! He paused, pressed against the cold marble walls of
the corridor, lungs aching, coughing violently. He turned, and tried the latch
of a plain door to his left. An audible click made him blink back joyous tears.
He pressed forward and the open door swung wide, he slipped inside the dark
chamber quietly shutting the door behind him. He greeted the darkness eagerly
and hid between what felt like large sacks and wooden crates. He sat for a
moment, resting his head against the wall at his back, catching his breath.
Nehra sighed. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a moment. So
tired...tired...
A creek from the door startled Nehra awake. A thin band of light slid across the
floor. Nehra held his breath; terrified as an attendant carrying a polished tray
entered and approached the stack of boxes Nehra was hiding behind. The attendant
came forward, paused, then selected a box and opened it. Nehra dared not move.
The attendant grabbed a small sachet of the boxes contents and left shutting the
door. Darkness returned. Nehra let out an exhausted sigh. Upon feeling about in
the dark room in which he had chosen to hide he found that he had slipped in to
a pantry of sorts. Boxed candied fruits and sacks of sweet treats of various
flavors surrounded him. He had recalled many a meal of these treats. More often
after Hahtra’s tantrums they became an offering of apology. Nehra turned up his
nose at the smörgåsbord before him. He was actually very thirsty.
Before he could summon the thought to actually leave his hiding place to find a
drink a small ticking noise permeated the silence. Nehra slid down between heavy
sack and some crates. The ticking noise was followed by a quiet squeak then a
rather loud clang. A number of whispering voices floated through the darkness. “Shht!”
“Get us killed, you will!”
“Hurry!” A tiny light suddenly pierced the darkness. Nehra attempted to retreat
from the light by squeezing his willowy frame further in to the space between
the sacks and crates to no avail.
To Nehra’s disbelief the silhouette of a small boy, popped out from behind a
shelf. The youngster squeezed his diminutive frame out from behind the shelf and
looked about. A voice called out impatiently
“C’mon, get some and hurry back!” The boy standing in front of the light,
snapped back.
“All right!” He spat.
The boy began to poke around in the dark - searching over the contents of the
room moving ever closer to Nehra’s hiding place. Closer and closer still until…
“Ack!” cried the boy. Nehra lurched forth and stifled the cry by placing his
hand on the boys’ mouth.
“P-please…. Don’t cry out.” Nehra pleaded in a hissing whisper. The startled boy
fell backwards on to a dusty sack. He scuttled back towards the shelf. Nehra
withdrew fearfully.
The boy called back to his companions. “Give me the light,” said the boy.
When the boy returned with a small lantern, Nehra blinked focusing on the boy
through the glare. When his eyes had adjusted he noted the boy had strangely ash
gray skin, full wavy lavender hair gathered about his shoulders. A pair of deep
crimson eyes blinked curiously at him. “How did you get here!?” he asked. There
was a long pause between them. A surge of emotion erupted from Nehra and his
green eyes erupted in tears as he began to stammer.
“They, they...are…,” Nehra snuffled and stuttered fearfully as he tried to
explain. “Don’t, please don’t tell them…don’t tell I’m here…p-please.”
The boys’ brow furrowed nervously. “It’s all right," he replied reassuringly.
“...I won’t." Angered voices called from behind the shelf, with more urgency.
“Hey! Hurry it up!”
The boy sighed, rolling his dark eyes irritably. He reached for a sack of treats
and retreated to the wall where the shelf was. There was muted conversation
between the boy and the voices beyond. Nehra watched quietly. The boy raised the
light and gestured at Nehra. Nehra remained still not understanding.
“Well, come on!” He said. “You can’t very well stay here!” Nehra crawled
hesitantly towards the youngster.
“What’s your name?” the boy asked.
Timidly the young gorgon replied. “Nehrashti.”
The boy smiled, and while wriggling himself behind the shelf he said. “I’m
Dremma.”
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