Page 39 of Apple Boy

I began my seduction with soft butterfly kisses over Adam’s throat, and then I kissed down and over his prominent Adam’s apple and lower to his chest, my urgent fingers pulling apart his shirt as I did so to allow me to explore the landscape of his upper body. Kissing, sucking and biting I tasted his dark, taut budded nipples. Adam let out an unmanned moan of, “Gods, Winter!” It delighted me so to give him pleasure, and I glanced up to relish the sight of rapture on his face. Adam surprised me then with an all-too confident move. He took hold of my face and pulled me up to meet his lips, and, kissing greedily; he walked me backward and pushed me against the wall of the bathing room, pressing his hips to rest against mine, taking the breath from me. My arousal burned brightly, and I near forgot my name! Adam was an adept student! We kissed and flicked our hips, rubbing against one another’s straining passion. The gentle sound of running water came to the forefront of my awareness.

“The bath,” I exclaimed and then looked to see the water was ready to flood over the lip of the copper tub. Adam laughed, let me go, and I darted across the room and twisted the spigot closed just in time.

In a heartbeat Adam’s arms were hungrily around my waist once more, his fingers slowly tracing the outline of my form, my slender belly, and boyishly sharp jutting hips, and down, down to the proof of my arousal. A light fingertip traced its length through the fabric of my britches. I could not see Adam, but I sensed how he observed my reaction as he stroked me. At his touch, my manhood twitched like a puppet called to attention by its master.

Adam’s eagerness was as it had been in the bathhouse at Blackdown. His hands were everywhere at once as if he needed to map my form. I needed to slow him down. I wanted to drag this wonderful time of erotic discovery on for as long as I could. “Adam, we should bathe before the water gets cold. Undress me?” I suggested.

“Aye, my Lord.” The mocking lust in those words near undid me, but Adam did as he was told!

We sat opposite one another in a large bathtub made from hand-beaten copper. It was wonderful to be bathing together without fear of interruption from his brutish father or a crowing fowl. With a goblet of wine in my hand, vine fruits, sweetmeats, and a naked, handsome farm boy but a hand span away; I wanted for nothing.

It pleased me not only to see Adam’s pliant languor as he relaxed in the hot bath, but it also delighted me to feel the wordless connection that fizzled between us and tingled upon my skin like the warning of an oncoming thunderstorm. My passions were still aroused, my prick bobbing stiffly in the soapy bathwater. The reflective mood that had taken Adam remained; however, I was pleased to see that he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. His regard set me aflame. I placed my goblet on the ledge and reveled in the sensation of being watched so keenly. Adam smiled sleepily, “I feel like I’m in a dream,” he said, his voice echoing in the tiled bathing room.

“A nice dream?” I flirted.

“Aye, I’m with you, so‘tis the best.”

I wondered if Adam might take the initiative once more, but he looked so bonelessly relaxed that I feared he might sleep at any moment. I decided then that I should keep him awake for a while longer by teaching him something that I found intensely pleasurable.

Beneath the water, I ran my foot up his thigh and then let it slip lower to cradle his balls. Adam’s eyes grew as wide as saucers with dismay, and I smiled, satisfied as my other foot massaged his prick and his shaft filled and thickened. It was a very pretty sight indeed. I caressed his balls, his taint, and his shaft with my toes for several minutes as we stared at one another without saying a word.

“I’m guessing that you’ve never had anyone take your prick into their mouth,” I said matter-of-factly, knowing that speaking so plainly of intimate acts of love made him blush adorably.

“Gods no, I—” Adam’s hands covered his face with embarrassment. Oh, he was such a tease, and his lack of experience pushed me on.

“It feels quite… singular.” I purred. “Once I’ve shown you what to do if you like it you can do the same to me. Will you let me show you?” Adam’s hands dropped from his face, and I watched his abashed countenance soften. His emerald green eyes had darkened into lust filled pools of desire. He rested his arms out along the sides of the copper bath, submitting to my lesson. I propelled myself forward through the water, rose to my knees, and then lay atop him pressing my slick wet body to his. My hand snuck down between our silky torsos, and I took hold of his prick with my own. Adam’s mouth opened to expel a moan of lust as I tugged lightly on his shaft and rubbed my sleek hardness against his. I leaned in and covered his lips, taking his groan inside me. The sweet taste of fruit on his tongue was such delicious nectar. I kissed him thoroughly and ruthlessly, and in response, our pricks throbbed in my hand. I pulled away, sat back on my haunches, plunged my hands beneath the water, and groped Adam’s backside. With a cheek clasped in each hand, I pulled him to float on the surface of the water and then playfully licked the tip of his prick. He bucked up involuntarily, the action making the water splash over the side of the tub. I laughed and then took him in my mouth, using my lips to ease his foreskin back down his shaft.

“Oh Winter!” Adam ground out my name as if it were a curse, the sound full of passion and anxiety, as if he was unsure he should be allowing me to do this for him, but it felt too good to deny. I sucked on his glorious weighty prick, my head bobbing up and down while I clasped his firm, flexing buttocks in my hands. I could last a long while before reaching completion, but Adam’s lack of experience meant his control was not as good as my own. Within six or seven strokes Adam was clutching the lip of the tub as his knuckles turned white, while his body was jerking and trembling uncontrollably with the force of his spending, delivering his hot seed directly to my throat.

“Winter, I’m sorry, are you alright? I—” Adam exclaimed with concern as if finishing in my mouth had been the wrong thing to do. I drew off his prick, caught my breath, and gave him the wickedest of smiles.

“What do you think?” I said wagging my brows and licking the taste of his spill from my lips. He slumped back against the copper tub, a docile, satiated grin playing across his face.

“You were right. That was quite… singular.” He laughed, looking a little embarrassed.

“Do you want to do that to me?”

“Do I? Gods, yes! But, sure, gimmie a while to recover first!”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

THE GRATE HALL

I opened an eye to the dawn, and was relieved to see that the sun had not yet fully risen. I stretched my willowy limbs and let out a languorous groan then lay in the warm cocoon under the covers listening to the pitter-patter of the rain pummeling against the windows. My fitful doze was interrupted by a light snuffling snore to my right. I turned my head to see boyish brown curls splayed over the crisp linen pillow. Adam was snuggled up on the edge of the bed. It all came back to me then. Adam was a keen student and an impressive lover for a man with no experience. We had shared a night of oral pleasures, sucking, licking, and kissing until we were too spent to move. I watched him sleeping for a while, and a powerful surge of emotion tightened my throat. My heart weighed heavily in my chest. I knew what it was that I felt for him, but I refused to voice it. I had known Adam for a mere seven days, and yet the thought of ever being without him seemed painfully ridiculous.

We had not used the gemstone during our lovemaking, though it called to me like a cat pawing at a closed door. I wanted to experience Adam pure and unsullied by anything other than my devilish desires and playful imagination. I wanted him to understand the ways we could love one another’s flesh before I introduced the idea of experimenting with magic. I did not understand the power the Star-fall held and therefore, even though it inspired a pulse of overwhelming lust in both Adam and me, what happened when we were connected to it while making love was unknown territory, and I was not yet ready to risk this beautiful budding relationship by experimenting with unknown forces.

I did not want to wake Adam quite yet, he was utterly exhausted and looked so beautiful in his slumber, but I did give in to my need to wrap one of his boyish curls around a finger and marvel at the perfection of the ringlet it created. In all honesty, I could have remained in bed with him all day, but reality hit like a dull ache in my empty belly. We had an important meeting to deal with, the outcome of which could affect the whole of the Empire. I needed justice for dear Jossuah and for the tragic souls torturously manacled to strong boxes upon the Trojan Star—whose fate was yet to be ascertained.

Whether the ship was raided by Terrian pirates for its rich cargo or dragged into the deep by a storm, I hoped that those men met a swift end, for when I last saw them their wretched lives were not worth living. Thoughts of those men—the clawing scent of decaying flesh, hearing their moans of pain—no. In all good conscience, I could rest no longer.

The household was waking, and I wondered if there were other residents because I was sure I heard several of the bedroom doors open and close last night and this morning.

I rose with renewed grit and purpose. Mr. Farrar took our filthy garments the previous night—probably to be burned! He’d returned with a brand new suit of clothing for Adam and I to wear for our meeting. We would call in on the tailor this afternoon to measure us up for our new Sereinean garments.

I stood and observed myself in the long mirror in the bathing room. I was now an ambassador representing Thorn, and therefore I needed to look the part. I did not know enough, if anything, as to where the true alliances of the councilors lay, so I was nervous to relay my sorry tale.