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The Prince - Part Four
Morien awoke early the next mornng, at the first gray streak of dawn, to a knock on the door of his bedroom.
"Yes?" Morien croaked, his voice betraying the toll the journey to the great hall had taken upon him.
The door opened and a man entered the apartment holding a basket laden with wood for the fire. After a brief, shy smile at Morien, the man knelt and quickly tended to the fire, and then nodding his head, he disappeared back into the hallway, closing the door as he went.
Morien, awake now, and hungry besides, decided to get up. He made use of a wash stand with its pitcher of refreshingly cold water, and found a brush which he used to smooth his hair down with.
Greyflower had previously informed Morien that the upright wardrobe in his bedroom was full of clothing, and that all of the garments therein were at his disposal.
Morien sorted through the wardrobe for something comfortable and warm, for the room seemed chilly, and he assumed the great hall itself would probably be none too warm at this time of the year, no matter how many fires were built.
Morien settled on slipping on the deceptively simple looking tunic over his head that Greyflower had given him last night, then he added a warm open vest over that, some comfortable tan trousers, and finished with the leather shoes that seem to mold themselves to his feet, that were also given to him by Greyflower the previous evening.
The rumbling of his stomach reminded him that he wanted his breakfast, and Morien opened the door to the hallway and ventured towards the staircase Greyflower had led them up the previous evening, without really knowing in which direction he should seek the galley.
"Are you ready for a bit of breakfast?" Bradbury asked him quietly, having approached noiselessly from behind.
Morien, having started a little at the unexpected voice, simply smiled and nodded his head, just as his stomach rumbled loudly, which caused both of them to laugh.
"Come," Bradbury said, "I'll show you the way, and then I'll give you a tour of the hall and the grounds, before I leave."
"You are leaving?" Morien frowned.
"Yes. I'm charged with protecting our woods, and seeing that all who dwell here are kept safe."
"Oh," Morien said sadly, but then, feeling a bit of shame at showing such a weakness, continued in a firmer tone, "When will you return then? Do you stop here often?"
"Not as often as I should like."
Morien stood quietly, now really unable to fight the wave of sadness that passed through him.
Seeing the expression on Morien's face, Bradbury grasped him by the shoulder, and then pulled him close for a brief kiss, and then enveloped him in a warm, lingering hug.
"I do not want you to leave me here alone," Morien choked out, trying to not give in to the tears that threatened to spill over his lids.
"Shh, hush now; you will never be alone. That is why the Prince had me bring you here."
Presently, after sensing Morien to quiet a little, Bradbury released Morien from his hug, and together they continued down the stairs, and Bradbury led the way to the galley.
Upon reaching the galley, Bradbury was greeted by a middle-aged man named Jordan, who was in charge of the various environs connected with the kitchen. Jordan politely greeted Morien, then, after seeing both Morien and Bradbury comfortably seated at the end of huge oaken table nearest the fire, he supplied the pair with a pot of elderberry tea and a loaf of fresh bread, warm and crusty, with fresh butter, along with some preserves that Jordan proudly noted had won some distinction within the hall for being the among the best blueberry preserves ever tasted.
After the two men had satisfied their hunger, they took their leave of the obliging Jordan, who modestly accepted their lavish compliments on the quality of the bread and most especially the delicious preserves, and they proceeded on their tour of the great hall and the immediate grounds.
The ground floor of the main building consisted of great rooms, some furnished more richly than others, but all having an air of long usage, but with great care, as everything was kept in a tidy condition, and while old, and showing a certain amount of age, everything was carefully preserved.
Bradbury led Morien around the collection of rooms. There was a large dining hall, rarely used, a music room, and, to Morien's true delight, an enormous library. The library was eplete with the delicious smell of books, and a very extensive collection of books there was, along with maps, and other sundry articles that were all very interesting to Morien, who looked forward to visiting the room often in an effort to satisfy his great curiosity of the world, such as he knew it, around him.
Outside the hall, Bradbury led the way around the front grounds, where there was an extensive shrubbery, flowering plants of all descriptions, and a graceful fountain. In the back were the stables, and then several gardens for the use of the kitchen, all of which backed right up against a tall ridge, covered with trees, which were rapidly losing all their leaves, due to the heavy frosts which had set in.
As he conducted the tour, Bradbury introduced Morien to several men, of varying ages and dispositions. There were no women present at the estate, or even in the valley, which was the preference of the Prince. While Morien felt this to be somewhat odd, he kept his opinion to himself.
Bradbury informed Morien that all present at the hall were encouraged to assist in the gardens as they were able and that special sections could set aside for personal use.
In the distance, beyond the immediate grounds of the hall, were areas where cattle were raised, along with sheep, horses, pigs, and various types of poultry.
"Everything in our larders," Bradbury said, "comes from this estate. We are not dependant on any outside source for our food."
Everything about the great hall, and the surrounding estate reflected the fact that all was well and sensibly managed, everything was well fitted up and very clean. There were signs of age, but none-the-less, there was an air of cleanliness and harmony that Morien had never before witnessed.
Though the sun continued to shine brightly, the chill of the coming autumn was in the air, and soon Bradbury led the back into the building, and Morien was glad to get out of the cooling breeze, which had been merrily chasing the leaves around the walks.
Bradbury settled Morien by the fire in a large open room, which looked to be a sort of general purpose work room, and brought him a pot of tea.
"And now, my friend, I must leave you for a while," Bradbury gently announced to Morien after they had sat and rested for a few moments.
Morien's face fell momentarily, but then he thanked Bradbury for all he had done, and wished him safe journey.
"I will return in several months to see how you are getting along."
"I am sure I will be fine," Morien said, and he made sure he kept his sorrow at Bradbury's departure hidden.
Bradbury left shortly thereafter, as the shadows of the afternoon lengthened, and Morien could not help but feel saddened and dull at the temporary loss of his friend.
Morien, while dwelling on these thoughts, gradually nodded off, as the chair was deep and comfortable, and he was tired after the exertions of the day. How long he slept, he was unsure of, but night was approaching rapidly when he awoke, so he knew he had slept for several hours.
Gradually, Morien became aware that someone was in the room, lighting the candles for the evening. The man, very tall, with broad shoulders, had his back to Morien, and there was an air of great age about him, as he had a mane of snowy white hair flowing far down his back, nearly to his narrow waist. It was braided on the sides, with three distinct sections meeting in the back; the effect was both elegant and graceful.
Finally, at length, the man slowly turned and faced Morien, holding a burning taper in his right hand that illuminated his face.
"Oh!" Morien gasped.
Before Morien stood a man so remarkably beautiful, that it was almost painful to continue for Morien to continue to gaze at his face.
The man's classic, heart-shaped face had a clear, light brown, almost transparent complexion, framed by the cloud of his white hair. Beneath white eyebrows, which nearly extended to the hair on his temples, he had large, lustrous, blue-violet colored eyes, which seemed to be glowing, and which were framed by long eyelashes, which were also white, which lent to the exotic aura of his face.
He had a well shaped nose, and his mouth had full, sensual lips. His figure was remarkable, and his skin was smooth, unblemished by even the tiniest scar or mole and was wholly unwrinkled, proving Morien's initial impression of great age to be wrong.
Morien stared for what seemed like several minutes, in shock, at the man, who stood quite calmly, and then blushing at his rudeness, Morien quickly averted his gaze.
"I am so sorry," Morien stammered, "I..."
He fell silent, unable to arrange his thoughts.
"I am," Morien began again, but again he stopped.
"You are Morien," the man finished for him, in a deep, pleasant, curiously resonant voice, which sounded to Morien almost if there were two or more voices at speaking at once.
"I am the one who caused you to be brought here."
Morien, though suddenly feeling a little faint, stood and bowed.
"Sir, I cannot possibly thank you enough for your extreme kindness."
"You are certainly most welcome, Morien. Please, do be seated."
Morien gratefully sank back into his chair, and then gazed with unabashed wonder at the Prince, who took a chair close by to Morien's.
After smiling kindly at Morien, the Prince began encouraging Morien to ask what questions he may.
"And so you really are a prince?" Morien asked presently, as he found his initial shyness to wear off.
"I used to be a prince, in a place far from here, but am one no longer. However, those who live here in this valley, continue to call me a prince, and I let them do as they please."
The two sat and talked for several hours. Morien finally asked about the absence of women on the estate.
The Prince's face clouded slightly.
"Long ago, I fell in love with a very beautiful woman, but she was... beneath my station. However, despite knowing it was dangerous, I foolishly pushed ahead and wed her, in violation of the law."
There was a pause.
"What happened?" Morien asked cautiously.
"She was put to death," the Prince said bluntly, with a hint of pain and anger echoing in his voice, "no mercy was shown to either her or our children; they were all swept away."
The Prince sighed.
"Her memory is sacred to me, and thus to honor her, I allow no women to reside here on the estate."
Morien nodded in understanding, and the Prince steered the conversation to other topics. The Prince was very learned in languages, history, the natural sciences, and gave short, yet thorough and very understandable discourses in response to Morien's questions.
Greyflower presently appeared with a fresh pot of tea, and a platter of bread, cheese, butter, and some meat that gave off a powerful, pleasantly savory aroma.
Greyflower set the food on a low table, and then bowed at the Prince, before giving Morien a broad wink as he exited the room.
Morien felt his cheeks turn pink as the Prince smiled at him.
Conversation was at a minimum while they ate, then began to pick up again after they finished their meal and sat sipping at mugs of tea.
Presently, the Prince stretched a little, and then looking at Morien, asked him if was time they retired?
"Certainly," Morien replied politely, though in reality he wasn't the least bit tired now.
They stood, and as they did so, the Prince stepped very close to Morien, then, gazed into his eyes, with a question in them.
"Will you honor me, Morien, by sleeping tonight in my chamber, instead of your own?"
Morien felt his chest tighten with joy, and a fire ignited in his loins, such as he had not felt even when Bradbury had first kissed him on the road near his cottage.
"Sir, it is you who honor me."
The Prince led the way up the stairs, and his sleeping apartments were the first at the top of the stairs, and he opened the door, ushering Morien inside, then closed and locked the door.
The rooms were furnished in much the same manner as the room assigned to Morien, only there were more, and these were more spacious. There was a fire in a sitting room, and a fire in the bed chamber.
The Prince gently led Morien over to the bed.
"You are so beautiful," the Prince murmured, and, cupping Morien's face in his long-fingered, beautiful hands, he tilted his head down and gently brushed Morien's lips with his own, in a soft caress at first, then more firmly, then he pulled Morien tightly to his body and began to ravish his mouth, his checks, and flicked his tongue lightly over the hollow of Morien's throat.
Morien arched his back in almost unbearable pleasure, as he felt the Prince lift his body off the floor and laid him gently on the bed. He kept his eyes closed as the Prince quickly stripped all his clothing off, but opened them again as the Prince lifted Morien's hands and urged Morein to undress him too.
Morien helped the Prince slip off all his clothing, and presently he proudly stood nude before Morien; an impossibly beautiful man. His skin was entirely without any blemish of even the smallest kind. His muscles were well developed, defined, his nipples were flushed dark red, the color matched the glans of his erect penis, which stood like a stout tree out of his white pubic bush, and his scrotum, drooping with twin plum-sized testicles, was perfection itself.
Morien was close to climaxing, he was becoming so excited that his breath was coming in short gasps.
The Prince touched Morien, and calmed and soothed him, then he slipped onto the bed, and began to gently kiss and caress Morien, bringing Morien to such heights of pleasure, such as to make him wonder how anyone could live an entire lifetime and never experience such blissful wonder.
After a long interval of caresses and hot, lingering kisses, the Prince took some oil and began fingering Morien's tight anus.
Morien sighed as the long fingers delved deeply into him, loosening his tight ass muscles for the Prince's cock.
Morien spread his legs for the Prince, as the Prince rose above him and prepared to mount him.
Grabbing Morien's ankles, the Prince lifted Morien's buttocks completely off the bed which brought Morien's loosened hole up next to the Prince's cock, which he had smeared oil all over.
After a several long seconds, the Prince maneuvered his hips until his dick, which was dripping with precum, was touching Morien opening. Then, locking eyes with Morien, with one quick motion, he pushed his penis all the way into Morien, without stopping, until he was balls deep inside Morien's ass.
Morien, despite the loosening, was not prepared for such an assault and let out a screech of pain as the large penis parted the tight flesh inside of him, that had previously gone untouched.
The Prince, ignoring Morien's cry, kept his dick deep inside, moaning with the pleasure, then he let go of Morien's ankles, and leveraged Morien's ass up with his upper thighs, then he began a long, balls deep fucking of Morien's ass, slamming deeply inside, before pulling back nearly all the way out.
"I am taking you now, Morien." The Prince whispered as he continued his heavy thrusts.
"Deeper, deeper, please, deeper," Morien gasped frantically, feeling the head of the cock inside of starting to swell with the impending orgasm of the Prince.
The Prince grabbed Morien's ankles again, and locking Morien's legs apart, he began to slam viciously into Morien's ass.
"Yes, that's it, take it, take it, take it, no, don't pull away, you can't get away, take it, take it, take it all," the Prince growled in a low voice as he continued his long, almost cruel thrusting.
Morien's climax seized his entire body, his eyes rolled backwards and he became almost completely insensible as his cum shot out of his cock and splattered all over his body.
The Prince let out a scream of pleasure as Morien's anal ring clamped down tightly around his own penis.
Morien could feel the penis pulse, pulse again, and then the Prince gasped as his ejaculation began, and Morien felt his bowels being pumped full of the slippery semen.
Morien felt the Prince's penis soften, then it slipped out of his with a soft plopping sound, and the Prince lay down beside him.
And Morien went to sleep, soothed in the beautiful arms of the Prince.
And the Prince cradled the frail, mortal, human in his arms, and laid there the duration of the night, awaiting the dawn, for he, unlike Morien, or any of the other lovers he had taken over many centuries, was not human, and would not sleep yet, for when sleep finally came, at the end of time, it would be forever.
Until then, there was much to be done.