Dark Stag Ch. 05

"Tomorrow, see if you can find her. Be careful!!!! Don't fly too low or do anything that could put you in harms way..." I said.

"Alright." She responded. She nestled into the bed I made for her, closing her eyes tight.

I was nervous. It took several minutes of heavy panting, pulling my hair back because of sudden rushes of heat, and crying to build up enough nerve to leave my room. I was going to do it and there was no turning back.

I headed back to the stables. There already were nomad supplies there. I bought them, having planned this out weeks ago. I got Rejon from his stall and led him to the table where all the supplies were. He was all too familiar with the items I was loading onto him. He jolted and whistled from excitement. I pulled his reins.

"Easy, we're going to stay right here." I said laughing.

"Oh, you just love scaring me don't you?" I heard someone say from behind.

Perched in the rafters of the stable was Richard, watching in disbelief.

"You know," I began, "When I make a promise...I intend to keep it, no matter how upset I get." He jumped down, walking forth towards Rejon and me.

"What promise was that?" He asked.

"Before I leave here for good, I wanted to show you just how we Illisians live...You know, if you're up for the challenge." I smiled.

"Challenge?"

"There's no electricity, no climate control, no refrigerator, no comfortable beds, no late night broadcasts...nothing... You think you can handle that?" I continued.

"Oh, easily." He said, brushing it off.

"Well, come on then." I said, waving him forth.

We prepared the remaining supplies as we contemplated spending the night under the stars with each other. We walked for close to an hour, enjoying the cool night breeze. Finding the perfect spot under the sky, we began setting up camp.

"You ready?" I asked.

"I guess." He said, chuckling nervously.

"First thing's first, grab a stake." I advised. He did so.

"Drive it into the ground?" He asked.

"Yes, but place it carefully." I recommended. He looked on the ground for a soft patch of soil. Finding one, he drove the stake far into the ground, leaving only the ring out.

As he did that, I put the other four stakes in the ground. He watched, wondering how I was able to do this so swiftly. I then grabbed the suspension staves and hooked them onto the stakes one by one. There was a ring connecting the staves at the very top making a pyramid structure for the tent. The pyramid structure towered nearly twenty feet, having a base that was eleven feet wide.

"Bring me the tarmac." I said.

"The who?" He asked.

"It's the rolled up sand paper." I giggled. He grabbed it, thinking it would be light. As he lifted, he was surprised to see it weighed as much as he did. He temporarily struggled to gain leverage but managed to do so. Surprisingly he carried the one hundred eighty pound roll to the center of the tent. He even laid it down gently.

"You should have dragged that thing in here...no one wants to throw out their back carrying a tarmac." I laughed.

"Well you should have told me." He smiled.

Kneeling down, I rolled the tarmac to where it would open out evenly. I kicked it, causing it to roll out, encompassing the entire base of the tent. Richard had to leap up or risk being hit by the heavy tarmac. He looked down at it, confused.

"So, we're sleeping on sandpaper?" He asked.

"No, there's bedding." I said. Walking over to Rejon, I grabbed another large roll, this one much, much lighter. I walked back over to the tent and spread it across the tarmac.

Richard was standing on the outside of the tent, surprised that Rejon could carry such a tremendous loud.

"He's just standing there... I know that's heavy."

"Well, Rejon can carry about five times as much as horse. He's not all twitch fiber. He has the strength of a buffalo too." I said.

"Where can I find one of these?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. My dad bought him from a merchant who had no idea what to do with him. I've read about dark stags before, so I figured it would be an investment that would pay off grand. I can't just give an animal away and boy, was I right." I explained.

"So he's simply called a dark stag?"

"I guess so. He's along the lines of Bazahra. But...I know not much about ungulates compared to raptors. I can easily find out what Bazahra is....Rejon, not so much." I laughed.

"So, you know what Bazahra is?" He asked.

"No." I said, laughing even harder.

"Well."

"Eh, think of it this way. Her poise in flight is like a cross between a goshawk and a falcon. Silver's poise in flight is very...accipiter-like. These birds have no stereotyped flight characteristics so I can't identify him by that. Also, her molt patterns are pretty much different from any other raptor. She's may look like an eagle, but she's not an eagle. Her molt pattern is very, very similar to falcons though... In fact, she is some strange type of falcon."

"Really, a falcon?" He asked surprised.

"Well, caracaras in particular. She's pretty much a super-sized caracara. That's why her molt pattern is damn near identical to falcons." I clarified.

"Caracara?" Richard asked.

"They're a brother species to typical longwing falcons but have the highest intelligence of any raptoral bird. I read about them years ago but they're from a very far away land. They're smart as hell though..."

"Now that is believable." He chuckled.

"I still don't know what to call her though. I would label her an caracara but information for them is hard to come across" I laughed.

"How about," He began, "plateado caracara?"

"I like it..." I smiled.

"Sounds, like it works. A scientific name?"

"Phalcomegus asimus..."

"This just makes me wonder even more where she comes from." Richard pondered.

"I believe she comes from a land far to the west...across the vast ocean."

"Really?"

"My father said he's been...said it's a four month sail."

"Wow..." Richard said in disbelief.

"My father used to be chocked full of stories." I laughed.

"I mean, it's plausible."

"There are reports from various sources of vultures with twenty plus foot wingspans, giant raptors the size of ratites that are the apex land predators and coastal birds, bigger than any other flying bird."

"So," Richard began, "Is this our last time seeing each other?"

"I don't know... It might be. I'm going to need you to take care of Rejon for a little while. I don't know when and if I'll be back to the upper ring..." I said, sad to inform him of the news.

He sat there in the moonlight, lit up partially by the lantern. His eyes glistened as impulse filled his body.

"So, this is the last night we spend with each other." He said.

"It's so much that's uncertain after this point...Everything I fought for, believed in, it won't matter. I'll be pretty much worthless very soon."

"You won't be worthless to me," He said, "I know that's the clichéd answer to give, but I mean that! Why are you doing this to yourself?"

"...Because I have to save someone who can't save their self." I said, trying to hold back tears.

"And who's going to save you when you need it?" He asked.

"I can manage on my own." He began to chuckle.

"That's your answer for everything. You're not invincible, Kijus. You're human...you hurt, you cry, you want to break things, you want your wrath to be felt, you want to feel justified over every little thing, you want freedom and fairness! You're human!"

"Maybe, if this works out I'll write you someday. I'll explain to you everything that's going on."

"It's that hard to talk about, huh?" He said, truly concerned. I nodded, "Well..." He didn't know what to say.

"You're right," I began, "I'm not as strong as I'd wish to believe."

"You've overcome a lot so far! It's ok to have a limit, a breaking point! I just wish I knew how to recommend the best choice for you right now."

"Just make this promise to me."

"Ok." He said, curiously.

"Don't sit on some false fairy tale, thinking your prince will come. It's all shit, man. Live your life." Richard's curious demeanor dropped. His disenchantment was heart breaking.

"Don't tell me you've given up on faith...."

All I could do was nod and cry. He gasped, unsure what to do next. The silence that set on brought for...tension, tension for one another. What was holding us back though?

"...Just live all your days like each one is your last... Don't be afraid to gamble, to take risks. Do what your heart yearns for and your mind rebukes!" I nudged.

"Do what my heart yearns for? Okay..." He said, crawling across the bedding to greet my lips with his own. He embraced, me pulling me in tightly by the arc of my back. With his left hand, he lifted my chin as his soft lips came into contact with mine.

We kissed for God knows how long. I just remember being extremely hot despite only wearing jockey tight. The boy began working his way further forward, grabbing my left leg and splaying it out. He inched closer and closer until our bodies were in contact. His knees went under my thighs as he pressed forward, causing me to lay on my back.

The warmth of his body did something to me. All thoughts of concern, all feelings of repercussions went away. His body was simply enchanting as I rubbed his rock solid back. I found myself slipping my hands under his tunic. The boy reared up, like a majestic stallion, to pull it off.

I could now see his gorgeously defined abdominals, his chiseled pectorals and his contouring oblique muscles. He was such a work of art, one whose beauty could mesmerize any and everything.

"I've been wanting to tell you this for months..." He said, panting, "I love you Kijus!!!!" Before I could even respond, he dove back down kissing me, this time with tongue. The sensations that shot through my body were unlike anything I felt before. It was like the transferring of consensual energies manifesting, in a jittery, anxiety felt first time.

His kissed went down from my lips to my chin, neck, and chest. His hand slid into my tights feeling the hard bulge there. Our eyes locked as he smiled daringly at me. I didn't know what he was going to do but I know I didn't want it to stop. I leaned up, watching him bite his lip as he stroked my manhood within the tights.

"I knew those erotic books I've been archiving would have their use." He smiled. I couldn't help but smile too. There were no words I could say that could describe these feelings.

He slid down my tights, pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the side. My penis popped to my abdomen, the tip landing just above my navel. Richard gently wrapped his hands around it.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long." He opened his mouth and went down onto it. All I could feel was the tightness of his cheeks, the softness of his tongue and hot moisture as he pumped up and down.

It was starting to make sense now, why sex had such a hold on so many people's lives. It was utterly life changing, these sensations, this heat, this intimacy. It was an experience I was never going to forget, an experience with an unforgettable person.

My nerves were jarred, trembling under all this intensity. I stared up, looking at the top of the tent, this wonderful sensation seeming to go on for hours. As it continued, there a strange build up. I suddenly leaned up, unsure what this feeling, a feeling even more intense than any I've felt before began to erupt.

"WAIT!" I said aloud. Richard pulled away, beating my shaft vigorously. He smiled wide as a massive load of semen shot from me. I jolted from the intensity, left in straight euphoria.

"You my friend, just had your first orgasm." He said, keeping the bright smile.

"That...was an orgasm?" I asked panting. He nodded, "This is what I've been missing out on for years?"

"Yes." He laughed, "I'm no pro like my brother, but he's explained to me a few tricks...some I'd love to try."

"Do whatever you feel." I said.

"Whatever?" He asked, startled by my response.

"You don't understand. I need this!" I explained. He bit his lip contemplating his next move. His concern began to set in, the lust dissipating. He leaned in to kiss me, once again. Even though this was all I needed, I wanted more. He rolled off his tights while we kissed, climbing on top of me.

"How memorable do you want this night to be?" He asked, looking on daringly with smoky intent.

"I think it's already memorable..." I chuckled.

"Well," he said flipping me onto my belly, "I hope you're ready for this." I knew what was going to happen. He was going to shove his manhood up my rectum. I tried to imagine what the sensation was going to be like, but truth be told, I had no preparation. All I knew was that sodomy was something I viewed as extremely taboo. As a result, I wanted it so bad...

He parted my cheeks and I felt his lips and tongue. It was so gentle and tickled just right. I moaned out, as he continued. He went down to the back of my scrotum then back up to my rectum.

"You got a fat ass..." He chuckled before diving back in. I wondered what it looked like. I wondered was the view as good as the feeling.

He then stopped. I figured he was going to stick his shaft in me but again, I was wrong. I felt a bony finger slide up my anus and it burned. I jolted, innately crawling away. With his free hand, Richard seized me before I could get too far away.

"It hurts?" He asked. It was a while before I nodded.

"...Yeah." I finally responded.

"You can't run from me..." He teased. I turned, finally to see what he had between his legs. His size was nearly unfathomable. It was semi erect, hanging two thirds the length of his knee.

"And that's going inside me?" I asked, utterly terrified.

"It's probably why I'm still a virgin. People flip out when they see this thing." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm always up for a challenge." I teased back daringly. He laughed, crawling on top of me. He grabbed me by my lower thighs and pushed my knees up to my chest. We were now face to face.

He grabbed his humungous shaft and placed it on my entry point. He looked down, somewhat unsure what he was doing. He pressed forward, sliding his glans into my anus. It was extremely broad and spread me open swiftly. The severe burning and the unavoidable feeling of separation was so incredibly painful, I screamed out.

"I'm hurting you?" He asked, stopping. I couldn't even come to words, just held my eyes and jaw clenched. He continued to wait until I gave him a response.

"More..." I managed to say. He continued to slide his shaft into my walls, making sure he was extra gentle. My hands clenched the bedding as I endured the burning, ripping feeling.

He pumped a few times, eventually settling his entire rogo deep inside of me. I could feel his pubic hair tickling my scrotum. He was waiting for me to relax. My grip on the bedding slacked, and my balled up face went back to the euphoric and spacey grin. He repositioned himself, leaning very far forward, supporting his mass with his arms. My left leg slowly went down to the bedding as my right leg was pushed as far forward as my softened ligaments could muster.

"Damn..." He said, surprised by my range of motion. He slowly began to pump, the intense burning returning however, this time it was enjoyable...Not just enjoyable, it was ecstasy. I could see his rolling abdominals moving fluidly like a well oiled machine built specifically for this very job. He lowered himself onto me, placing his lips upon mine. Just when I thought it couldn't get better, it did as I felt the pressure of his body against mine.

His speed picked up, as he leaned up to get a view of his rogo sliding in and out of me. My right leg still lay tucked in an upwards position, pressed against my body.

"How are you even able..." He said, continuing to pump.

"It's not a problem?" I asked a bit concerned.

"No, it's fucking sexy!" He smiled, reaching for the leg. He pulled it up pressing it against his chest as he continued to pump.

"Oh...my...god..." I said with each pump. He lay against me once again, my right leg jammed between both our bodies. His pace picked up even more.

All I could remember was that this was steady intensifying. I moaned louder and louder, clawing at his back as he drilled me. He was unrelenting. The sound of his humongous testicles slapping against my ass did something to me. I didn't know what but I didn't want it to end.

When it did end, when Richard reached his godly climax, I was left feeling empty...like I needed more. He lay next to me staring at me eye to eye. We both couldn't help but smile.

"You know I love you right?" He teased. I couldn't help but feel flattered. I didn't know how I was supposed to respond though.

"If there was a way," I began, "That we could spend the rest of eternity together..."

"I'd run away with you!" He said. I leaned up, taken by surprise.

"You would?" I responded.

"Yes!" It was then I realized that indeed I could trust him. My eyes welled up as I felt the strongest connection with anyone period.

"Why can't we run away together? Why can't we just be one with each other? Why can't we just love?" He continued.

"Because," I began, "There is someone in this city that I can't leave here."

His jaw dropped, finally piecing it all together. I didn't want to ponder on this any longer. I just wanted to dwell on this new found connection and the fact that I was able to trust again. I thought a day like this would never come back into my life. I couldn't help but smile, gracious to have someone like Richard here.

But what did it mean? He had proven himself as someone worth trusting, sure but at what cost? We couldn't be together and I didn't want to tell him about how twisted my plans were. On my way out of here I was going to fuck up anything and everything obscuring me. I've lost too much to care. Despite the lovely connection Richard and I shared, losing my virginity was the last straw the camel couldn't bear.

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The next day had arrived, and Richard and I were sleeping naked, cuddled against one another. The sun's rays penetrated through the fabric walls of the tent. He was the first to wake up, quick to shake me awake. I sprung up, fearing something was wrong.

"Bazahra's outside." He whispered. I opened the tent, glad to see her. It had been a few hours since we last saw each other and she needed a good rub down. She rushed in, ready for the feather ruffling tickle. She chattered happily, as I tickled her nape and ruffled the feathers on her hackles. She suddenly pulled away.

"I no find girl but crazy princess searches city for you. You no leave any longer..." She responded.

"What?" I responded.

"What's she saying?" Richard asked.

"Um..." I responded before addressing Bazahra, "Explain that a little bit better, Bazahra."

"Last evening, stupid child girl and several nobleman searched all over city for you. She told king you commonly venture out to city for days at time... He was very angry."

"Ok, Richard, you were right...." I said.

"About what?" He asked.

"Your...damn sister." I said, springing to my feet putting on clothes.

"Wait, what happened?" He asked.

"Last night when I came back, she sent a search party for me...in the city. I thought you were kidding when you told me about her..."

"No, I was not lying! That girl wants you for whatever reason... But for what?" He pondered.

"I don't know, don't want to find out but this is a serious wrench in my plans." I sighed.

"I know... I'm trying to think. Does my father know?"

"Yes."

"SHIT!" He growled, as he got to his feet.

"Like," I began, "How..."

"Look," Richard said caressing my face, "You put yourself on the line last night, told me more than I ever thought you would and I will do everything in my power to help... We're going through this...together."