the way of desire
The library was Talryn's refuge.
Dusky gray marble walls soared into a vast, midnight
blue dome trimmed in gold leaf. At the very top a
large telescope floated serenely on a wide disk. The
powerful magicks placed by the tower's Master kept it
in place. Bookshelves circled the entire perimeter of
the atrium, broken up by the occasional open space.
They reached all the way to the dome itself, with no
apparent way to reach the higher volumes.
The scratching of a quill across parchment was the
only sound in the vast chamber. Occasionally the
scratching would stop, only to be followed by a brief
rustling sound or the occasional sharp tapping of a
leg on marble. A sigh, then the scratching resumed.
The Master of Twilight Tower sat at his desk, a hugely
ornate piece worked in duskwood. A single glowlight
lit his way as he pored over a text that had been
ancient even when dragons first walked the land,
taking copious notes. But even such intense study
couldn't keep his mind entranced for long.
The Arachin Archmage put down his quill and sighed,
rubbing at his temples. "I need to focus," he growled
to himself. "But all I see is *you*, my apprentice.
You. I could have you easily...I've seen how you look
at me. Your admiration and desire." Sighing
raggedly, he ran his hands through his thick, silvery
hair. A legacy of his dark-elven mother.
"I could...but no. You are too young, too innocent,
Izdreth." He smiled wryly.
Few arachins honestly cared how innocent their
intended might be. If their playmate was willing or
unwilling, male or female, it mattered not, as long as
the victim was old enough to enjoy their attentions
and attractive, it was good enough.
Talryn was a rare exception to the arachins' lustful
depravities, something he sought to pass on to his
student. So far, he'd taught him well. The
bittersweet irony of the thought made Talryn rub at
his temples once more. He'd raised Izdreth from
birth, been both friend and teacher to the arachin.
He'd never tried to deny that his pupil's beauty--both
inner and outer--made his head spin. Not that he
himself never felt desire, lust even. He had simply
learned to control himself. Whether he had inherited
this from his mortal mother or his arachin
father--another exception to the arachin rule-- he
didn't know. He only knew he was grateful for it.
He glanced down at his notes. 'Time will tell if I've
kept my head on well enough that they make any sense,'
he thought. He shivered, suddenly cold in spite of
the heat from the fireplace. "Pull yourself together!
You've fought this off for months now. What makes
this so different?"
The other night, that's what.
***
"Ahh, Talryn. So nice of you to...come."
Only Talryn's upbringing stopped him from rolling his
eyes at the sound of that unwelcome voice.
"Greetings, Ashryn. I came because Eshalla asked it
of me. I decided I wasn't about to let you put me
off."
The younger arachin mage laughed throatily. Much to
Talryn's annoyance, the sound caused a brief flicker
of interest in his groin. Talryn couldn't deny that
Ashryn, for all his vileness, was as beautiful as most
arachins, even moreso than others. This was
especially true tonight.
Ashryn was always playing with his appearance, using
magick to alter his hair and eyes at his whim.
Tonight, his skin was creamy pale, set off by the
blue-green silk tunic he wore. His long hair was
chestnut brown this time, festooned with peacock
feathers. His eyes were gold-flecked blue-green, same
as his tunic, and the streaks on his spider's body
were a pearlescent gold. The amount of jewelry on his
person was just a thread short of vulgar. 'And I
thought *I* overdid it at times,' Talryn thought
wryly. He himself was no less magnificent in a
cut-velvet tunic that matched the blue of his eyes,
his hair as always woven in ornate braids, snowy white
against his ebony skin. As for jewelry, he wore a
subdued fortune in sapphires.
"You like?" Ashryn murmured, his slightly mocking tone
telling Talryn that his old rival knew what he'd been
thinking.
"You've outdone yourself, Ashryn," Talryn commented
dryly. "And everyone else in the room as well." He
was rewarded by a slight curling of the other
arachin's full lip.
"Droll as ever. So tell me...does your lovely
apprentice appreciate his Master's humour?" The
barest hint of a leer crossed Ashryn's face as he
said, "Mayhap he appreciates more...physical aspects
of you."
Talryn bit back the sharp retort that came to his
lips. "Whether he does or not is none of your
business, Ashryn." The other mage had taunted him
about his apprentice for months now...the barbs
ranging from sly innuendo to outright obscenities...to
threats of indulging his own lusts.
Ashryn smiled slyly. "Ahh. So the fruit is not yet
ripe enough to suit you, I see. For Noctis' sake,
Talryn. Izdreth is of age. He has been for months. "
Ashryn stepped closer, eyes dark with promise.
Reaching out a slender hand, he caressed Talryn's
smooth cheek. "It's been decades, Talryn. I think of
you often, you know. " Talryn groaned inwardly as
desire flared inside him. He hated Ashryn with a
passion, and though he controlled his urges, he
couldn't deny his former lover's beauty...or the
memories. Ashryn saw Talryn's response and pressed
ahead. "What we shared. You and I...we could...teach
him together."
The very idea of someone as evil as Ashryn corrupting
his student extinguished the small flame inside. Had
they been alone, Talryn might have gleefully roasted
the arrogant mage to a cinder. But this was Eshalla's
retirement, and he would not ruin it for his former
student. Instead, he leaned in close to whisper in
his foe's ear. Talryn smiled wickedly at the shiver
that passed through Ashryn. "I tell you truly,
Ashryn. If I ever discover you have so much as
flicked your rotten tongue in Izdreth's direction,
I'll rip it out of your head. With my teeth." He
punctuated his words with a sharp bite to the
arachin's ear.
"I'll keep it in mind," Ashryn said, voice deceptively
arch. Even so, his eyes showed his feelings--hatred,
fear, and still the lust.
Talryn smiled with a sweetness he was far from
feeling. "See that you do...old friend." He turned
and moved gracefully away to find Izdreth.
***
Izdreth watched his Master talking with Ashryn and bit
hard at his full lip. Talryn didn't seem to be
enjoying the conversation one whit. Izdreth shook his
head. Encountering Ashryn almost always put his
teacher in a foul mood. Despite the festive
occasion, the young arachin had no doubt it would be
the case tonight as well.
He sipped his drink thoughtfully, watching the goings
on from a distance. Izdreth was unschooled in the way
of flesh, but the nature of his fellow arachins was
clear enough. He had picked up enough about the
relationship between his Master and Ashryn over the
past two years of his life to know what was going on.
They'd been close once, but when Ashryn's evil had
gotten the better of him, Talryn had ended the
relationship.
Izdreth's eyes widened a bit seeing his Master lean
forward and bite Ahsryn's ear. He understood what had
happened, however, when Talryn moved out of his field
of vision. Ashryn was rubbing at his ear and glaring
at the Archmage as he moved away. Izdreth was about
to turn away when his eyes met Ashryn's. Before the
young arachin could turn away, Ashryn favoured him
with a wicked leer before prowling off.
Izdreth shuddered, but he couldn't deny that there was
desire mixed with the revulsion. In spite of his
noble principles, he was still an arachin, and had all
the sexual urges that went with it. It was the result
of a curse cast upon a mortal by an evil goddess
spurned. Satira, The Spider Queen had fallen madly in
lust with a beautiful mortal named Adriel. Adriel was
as good and pure as he was beautiful and while the
goddess too was lovely, her wickedness repulsed him,
and he spurned her.
In her fury, she cursed him, allowing him to keep his
beauty from the waist up, while giving him the body of
a giant spider where his legs would be. To insure he
would never spurn her again, she made sure his sexual
desires were insatiable. And thus, when she became
pregnant, were the first arachins born. All are as
their progenitor had become so long ago--bizarre yet
beautiful, intelligent yet impulsive, lustful, and
often cruel. Every now and then...some small glimmer
of what Adriel once was shines through in one
exceptional specimen.
"Izdreth."
The young arachin turned gracefully, quite unaware of
the admiring--and some lusting--eyes upon him. "Yes,
Master?" His heart sank when he saw Talryn's
expression. He was quite enjoying himself. It wasn't
often he and Talryn got out into society. His eyes
stole past Talryn to Eshalla. The aging Ashanti
sorceress favored him with a kindly smile. "Talryn is
very proud of you," Eshalla had told him earlier, her
dark eyes bright with pleasure. Izdreth smiled back,
seeing a glimmer of the once youthful beauty in her
dusky face.
"Izdreth, if you please?" Talryn's tone was stern but
not unkindly. When his pupil turned his attention
back to him, he said, "Fetch our cloaks. We are
leaving now."
Izdreth struggled to hide his disappointment. He'd
quite enjoyed the party--the food and drink, the
beauty of the decorations and the guests, the
intelligent conversations on all manner of things. He
quite liked Eshalla as well. Not in a physical sense,
but in the sense that since she was one of his
Master's true friends, he knew she was special.
Also, she was mortal, and mortals fascinated the young
arachin.
Talryn saw the glimmer in his apprentice's eyes and
smiled in spite of himself. Sighing inwardly, he
gently touched Izdreth's silky raven hair. "There
will be other times, my student. I do realise we do
not go out much, but now that you are--older, I don't
see why this cannot be so." Talryn had nearly
strangled on his words when he realised he's nearly
echoed Ashryn's earlier phrase. "Now fetch our
cloaks, please."
Izdreth smiled a bit, the expression touching his
beautiful iridescent black eyes. He turned and left
to do his master's bidding.
"Leaving so soon?"
Talryn smiled tiredly at his former student. Eshalla
looked elegant in vivd red and blue silks, her
graying black hair woven much as Talryn's was into
dozens of tiny braids. The gray and the crow's feet
around her eyes were the only clues to her true age.
Eshalla had seen one hundred-twenty summers, but
through use of powerful magick appeared no older than
her sixties.
"Madame." He took the still-smooth brown hand in his
and kissed it. "Have I told you how beautiful you
are?"
She swatted playfully at his arm. "Flatterer. You've
come to tell me that you must leave, and take that
charmer you're teaching with you."
He sighed. "Alas, this is so, Eshalla. I fear I am
not well."
Her brown eyes travelled past him, and he knew without
turning she was looking at Ashryn. "I did not wish to
invite *him*, Talryn. But the Council would not hear
of me snubbing such a powerful wizard."
The warmth in his blue eyes reassured her.
"Understood, Madame Chancellor." She snorted. "I no
longer hold that title, Talryn. It would be passed to
you--you are the most deserving--but we respected your
wishes in this."
Talryn nodded. "My thanks. Though I must
admit--Izdreth has brought much of me to life again."
Eshalla did not need to ask her former Master to
elaborate. She had seen the way he looked at his
student, heard the pride in his voice. She smiled.
"I suppose the fact that you have not thrown him out
of your tower and you no longer brood for months at a
time has something to do with that."
Talryn allowed himself a sheepish grin. "This is so."
Suddenly, a shadow of concern crossed his beautiful
features. "Izdreth should have returned by now."
***
Izdreth reached the cloakroom. It didn't take him
long to sort through the dozens of wraps hanging from
silver hooks on the walls. He quickly located his
black velvet cloak with its silver trim, and his
Master's more ornate blue silk. He slung on his own,
drawing up the hood, and draped Talryn's over one
slender arm.
A beautiful cape--teal silk trimmed with golden
peacock feathers caught his eye. Unable to resist,
Izdreth reached out to caress the rich finery. A
scent came to him--incense and the black roses that
grew in the Shadowlands. He wanted to bury his face
in it, inhale it. Taste it. He released it
reluctantly. Taking a step back, he jumped when a
voice said "Lovely, isn't it?"
Izdreth turned to see Ashryn smiling wickedly at him.
"I should have guessed,' Izdreth thought wryly. He
suppressed a shiver, thinking of the flare of desire
he'd felt at that scent. 'It's *all* over him,' the
young arachin thought, head spinning a bit.
"Would you like to try it on, Izdreth? I'm sure it
would suit you well. It would bring out your eyes."
Ashryn's words and tone were friendly enough, but
Izdreth was not so innocent that he couldn't see the
lust in the older arachin's eyes.
"Maybe some other time," Izdreth said politely. "It's
beautiful, yes. But my Master is waiting for me. I
must go, Ashryn." Part of him didn't want to leave.
He wanted to try the cloak on...and smell that
incredible scent again. And maybe...something more...
Ashryn smiled. He took a delicate step forward. When
Izdreth didn't back away, he reached up to caress
Izdreth's cheek. "Yes, you must." He smiled a bit
more when a delicate shudder rippled through the young
one. 'Despite what you think, Talryn, this one is
most certainly of age.' His hand stroked down one
creamy cheek to cup the pointed chin.
Izdreth shivered. In spite of his growing desire and
his growing interest in physical pleasures, Ashryn
frightened him. It wasn't merely his Master's
warnings about the older arachin--it was his instincts
telling him to stay away. Ashryn radiated evil and
depravity the way a gloworb radiated light. He tried
to back away, but his legs refused to move.
"A pity, isn't it?" Ashryn taunted. His tongue darted
out to lick at his full lips, chuckling inwardly when
he saw the slight glazed look in Izdreth's eyes. This
would be *so* good...
When the time came.
Ashryn stepped back from the puzzled apprentice. "Go
on...your Master is waiting. Talryn might seek you
out, and I am sure you wouldn't care to have him find
you here...wrapped in a heated embrace with me." He
smiled slyly upon seeing Izdreth's eyes darken ever so
slightly. Ashryn chuckled as Izdreth scurried away.
The young arachin was more than ready to learn the
ways of pleasure.
Oh yes.
Still trembling, Izdreth joined Talryn and Eshalla
outside once more. "Apologies for the delay, Master,"
Izdreth told him. "I had difficulties...locating our
cloaks."
Talryn nodded. He had a very good idea of what had
occured, but that was to be discussed later. He
turned to Shalara instead, saying "Once again, our
thanks for a wonderful evening." His eyes grew solemn
as he
added "We are losing one of our greatest."
Eshalla laid a still-smooth hand on her former
teacher's cheek. "Not entirely. I'll be speaking to
classes, doing projects of my own. I simply won't be
head of the Council any longer." Her eyes sparkled as
she added "You can't be rid of me so easily!"
Talryn chuckled softly. "We wouldn't have it any
other way. Goodnight, Eshalla." He kissed her hand
then, drawing Izdreth close to him, spoke the word to
take them home.
***
Talryn thought at first to take them to the central
chamber, but decided his own chambers seemed somehow
more appropriate for their conversation. Within
seconds, the pair appeared in Talryn's private suite.
The ceiling held an enormous skylight, a powerful feat
of magick considering Talryn's chambers were in the
middle of the tower. A large window ran the length of
the west wall, giving a fine view of the courtyard
below. At the moment, the purple velvet draperies
were drawn tightly shut, enveloping the chamber in
shadows.
The fireplace was unlit, but a stack of applewood logs
awaited a gesture from Talryn to ignite them. Over
the mantel was a painting of a beautiful,
shadow-swathed forest.
Various objets d'art were placed about the chamber in
a pleasing manner. Izdreth especially liked a small
sculpture of a sleek, black panther, reclining on its
side. The cat was worked in onyx, with green gems
for eyes.
"Whenever you are ready, Apprentice."
The touch of wry humour in Talryn's voice brought
Izdreth back with a start. He saw that his Master had
settled amongst the silk cushions, his legs spread out
gracefully around him. At a gesture from Talryn,
Izdreth took a seat opposite the older arachin, legs
stretching out.
They regarded each other in silence for a long moment.
'He's beautiful,' Izdreth thought of his teacher.'How
did I never notice before?' Ashryn too, was beautiful
but his soul, where talryn had taught him true
beauty dwelled, was corrupt and evil.
Talryn nearly groaned. It was all he could do to not
make Izdreth his own lately, and his apprentice sat
before him, drinking him in with his eyes. "I will
come to the point, Izdreth. I speak not as your
teacher, but as your friend. Tell me, what detained
you in the cloakroom?"
Izdreth shifted nervously. He realised that his
Master already knew or at least suspected the truth.
What had happened earlier both excited and frightened
him. He licked his lush lips and began. "I had found
our cloaks when another garment caught my eye." His
fingers stroked the soft furs he rested on. "It was
very..." He paused, remembering it's splendid beauty,
that haunting scent. "Very beautiful"
"I see. Go on."
I was looking at it. I touched it, smelled it. The
scent, it..." He swallowed hard. "It was most
enticing." A brief flicker of desire touched him at
the memory. "I went to move away and found Ashryn
blocking my way."
Talryn nodded. Though he was outwardly calm, he was a
seething cauldron within. "I thought so," he said,
forcing his voice to remain neutral. "What did he say
to you, Izdreth?"
Izdreth shuddered. Ashryn hadn't said much--it had
been what he had inferred. "He--he commented on the
cloak. It *was* beautiful. He asked me if I wanted
to try it on. I'll admit that I wanted to, yes. I've
never seen the like."
Talryn favoured him with a gently indulgent smile.
Had he been there, no doubt he too would have admired
the cloak. Ashryn, evil or no, had exquisite tastes.
Encouraged, Izdreth told the flow of the conversation,
halting only when he reached the point where Ashryn
had touched him. "Then he--I mean--"
"He touched you," Talryn stated softly. When Izdreth
nodded he asked "Where? How?"
"Like this, Master." Without thinking of it, Izdreth
reached out and caressed Talryn's smooth, ebony face,
nearly gasping at its softness.
As for Talryn it was all he could do not to lean into
the young arachin's touch. It was all he could do not
to turn to press his lips to Izdreth's smooth hand.
"Thank you, Izdreth," he said softly. "That...could
not have been easy."
"It was very hard, yes," he agreed.
Talryn shifted slightly, hoping that his student
wouldn't notice what else was hard at the moment.
"Quite. You--you may go now, if you wish."
Had a flicker of disappointment crossed Izdreth's
face? Talryn opened his mouth to stop him, but Izdreth
had already risen to his feet. He bowed low, saying
"Goodnight, Master."
"Goodnight, Izdreth...pleasant dreams." Talryn
watched as Izdreth spoke a word of magick and
vanished. Sleep would be a long time coming this
night for Talryn.
*****
Back in the present, Talryn sighed deeply. Izdreth
was physically matured. He was ready for the delights
of the flesh. He was a gifted mage with great
potential. And it was all too obvious why Ashryn
lusted for
him.
'I'll not allow you to corrupt him, old friend,'
Talryn thought. 'I know you desire to taste his
innocence, Ashryn. It won't happen at your hands, I
swear it!'
"Master?"
Startled by the sudden appearance of his apprentice
Talryn gasped, looking up quickly from his books.
"Ahh, Izdreth. Perfect timing."
The young arachin's brows shot up. "Oh? I was about
to apologise for startling you, yes. I came to tell
you I was finished with studying that book on
conjuration you assigned to me."
Talryn smiled a bit. Izdreth's close encounter with
Ashryn had given him cause to think. "Excellent." He
rose and moved out from behind the desk to stand
before the younger arachin. "Would you do whatever I
ask
of you, Izdreth? Do you trust me?"
Izdreth's iridescent eyes widened a bit. "Of course,
Master. With my very life."
"Good. Then know that what I ask is not merely for my
benefit." He reached up and stroked Izdreth's
beautiful hair back from his face, then pulled him
close.
"Kiss me."
Izdreth's eyes widened. Had he heard correctly? The
expectant look in Talryn's blue eyes told him this was
so. Slowly, Izdreth leaned forward, gasping a little
as his lips touched his Master's.
Talryn bit back a groan at the touch. He didn't want
to frighten Izdreth, but he never in his life wanted
to respond so badly as he did now. He wanted to pull
his apprentice tightly to him, to ravish that full
mouth with kisses until he couldn't breathe.
Izdreth pulled back, puzzled. Why had Talryn not
kissed him back? Was his kiss so displeasing? Then
he saw the look in his Master's eyes, and understood
even with his innocence.
"Again, Izdreth," Talryn commanded softly. "Do not be
shy."
The apprentice bit his soft lip, considering. The
sight nearly drove his teacher to madness. Talryn
wanted to do the biting, to capture Izdreth's silken
tongue and suck upon it gently until he whimpered his
surrender. He forced his hands into fists, desperate
to stay in control.
Izdreth leaned forward once again, pressing his lips
to his teacher's. Feeling bolder, he molded his mouth
firmly to Talryn's, startling a bit when at last his
teacher returned the kiss with gentle pressure.
He shivered, delighted. How many times these months
had imagined this, and more? Encouraged by Talryn's
responses, Izdreth cupped the older arachin's handsome
face in his hands, then smoothed them along the
white, silken hair.
"Izdreth...ahh...that's lovely," Talryn breathed as
Izdreth's hands hesitantly stroked down his taut back.
He returned the favour, caressing his apprentice's
shoulders before running them lightly down Izdreth's
spine, shivering at his soft groan.
'So this is what it is, then,' Izdreth thought. 'This
is the way of desire.' He darted his tongue lightly
against the corner of Talryn's mouth.
Talryn's head swam at the touch of Izdreth's tongue.
'I must regain control lest this get out of hand,' he
thought, shuddering. He pulled his head back to break
the kiss, only half-hearing Izdreth's whimpering
protest. When the younger arachin moved to kiss him
once more, Talryn reached up and gently tangled his
hand in Izdreth's silky hair.
"Izdreth," Talryn murmured, tilting his student's head
back. His gorgeous eyes were dark and glazed: Talryn
could have groaned aloud at the sight. "Izdreth," he
repeated more firmly.
His teacher's voice reached him through the
lust-filled haze of his mind. "Wha--what is it,
Master? Have I displeased you?"
"Not in the least," Talryn assured him. "But the
library is hardly the place to learn--" Seeing
Izdreth's flicker of amusement he said, "To learn of
the pleasures of the flesh." Feeling a bit
wicked--and more sure of his course of action--he
punctuated his words with a kiss to Izdreth's ear.
Izdreth gasped softly. "Y-yes, of course. As you
will, Master."
Talryn smiled. It had been ages since he'd taught a
student anything other than magick. A word carried
them to his private chambers.
No sooner had Izdreth recovered his bearings than
Talryn took control, kissing him with full, soft lips.
"Please," Izdreth moaned. He didn't know what he was
begging for, only that he ached with a hunger he
didn't fully understand.
"Hush, Apprentice," Talryn chided him. He darted his
tongue to lick teasingly at his student's lips,
relishing Izdreth's whimper. His hands kneaded at the
young one's slender shoulders before smoothing down
the front of his tunic, flicking open the fastenings
with practised ease.
Izdreth panted harshly, shaking all over. He longed
to open Talryn's tunic, to stroke and caress the dark,
silken skin even as Talryn did so to him. But he had
not been given leave to do so.
"What do you desire, Izdreth?" Talryn asked him. His
arms firmly encircled his student, drawing him closer.
The archmage nearly groaned aloud at the hard length
pushing insistently just below his own. His cock
reacted immediately, becoming so quickly engorged that
his nails dug briefly, sharply into Izdreth's back.
Izdreth gasped, shivering at both his Master's
question and the feel of sharp nails on his skin.
"You!" he panted, innocence and desire obvious on his
beautiful face.
Talryn chuckled. He'd read Izdreth's look quite
correctly earlier. "No, Apprentice. What would you
enjoy?" He was certain that Izdreth had known no
one's touch and would answer accordingly.
"I...I don't know, Master. What would you show me?"
It was all Talryn could do not to crush his apprentice
to him, to tease that gorgeous form until Izdreth
whimpered and writhed and begged for release. Izdreth
fired his blood as none before him ever had. Here
too, he must tread carefully. Slowly, but not so
slowly that Izdreth's desire waned. Nor could he
afford to frighten or upset his Apprentice with the
more exotic ways of pleasure.
Swallowing hard, Talryn smiled."Do as you will,
Apprentice. Explore me as you wish, do as you wish."
"But I don't know--"
"Shhh." He laid a gentle finger across Izdreth's lips.
"It would please me greatly to see you indulge
yourself."
Izdreth looked deeply into Talryn's eyes. Such a
vivid blue against the smooth ebony skin. Almost
shyly, Izdreth reached up to touch the Archmage's
cheek once more. Talryn closed his eyes, the better
to savour the sensations as gentle fingers caressed
his cheeks, stroked lightly across his forehead.
Talryn's smile of pleasure encouraged Izdreth. He
slowly traced the arachin's wide mouth, sighing at
it's softness. His fingers then slowly trailed away
across Talryn's jaw to his ear.
Talryn shivered at the pulse of desire that raced
through him. Izdreth was unschooled, yet some
powerful instinct guided his touch. The older arachin
gasped as Izdreth outlined with a single finger the
curves and angles of one pointed ear.
Talryn's cock ached unbearably. The urge to tangle
his hand into Izdreth's dark hair and bring that lush
mouth to his for a kiss was unbearable.
Izdreth pulled his fingers away then looked at Talryn,
his silken brows knit in puzzlement. Talryn was about
to speak when Izdreth suddenly leaned forward to place
a soft kiss on the tip of his ear.
The soft sigh from Talryn made Izdreth smile.
encouraged, He brushed his lips slightly lower. The
younger arachin shivered all over as he gently nuzzled
his Master's ear.
Soft, so soft. Talryn's skin was like fine velvet
here. Izdreth gently breathed against him, eliciting
another sigh and a tremble. "Is it like this
everywhere?" Izdreth wondered.
Still kissing his teacher's ear, Izdreth shyly moved
down his hands down Talryn's velvet-clad chest. The
fastenings of the tunic were a bit of a challenge to
his trembling fingers, but at last it was open to his
hungry eyes.
"I was wondering when you'd get to that, Izdreth,"
Talryn told him smiling. "Please continue."
Smiling shyly, Izdreth touched his hands to Talryn's
midnight skin. Both of them gasped with
pleasure--Izdreth rather more raggedly as he fondled
and caressed. "Yes...yes, Izdreth. That's
lovely....you...ahhh!" He grit his teeth, shuddering
as his student's questing hand stroked his
still-covered shaft.
Izdreth shivered delightedly at Talryn's reaction.
Only recently he'd discovered the pleasures that
touching himself in this way could give. Even so,
he'd never found release on his own, ever. What would
it be to find ecstasy, even through another?
Strong fingers grasped his hand and gently pulled it
away. "Not yet, Izdreth." Seeing the bereft look on
his student's face, he smiled. "It is best if such
things are approached slowly...leisurely. Luxurious
exploration can be maddening, but it's oh so worht the
wait." Saying this, Talryn leaned forward and took
Izdreth's mouth in a searing kiss.
Unthinking, Izdreth parted his lips, a little whimper
escaping his throat. Talryn darted his tongue briefly
between his student's lips, only to pull back when
Izdreth followed suit.
Unable to resist, Talryn teased Izdreth for several
minutes, chuckling inwardly at his impatient cries of
protest. Both of them ached unbearably: he could feel
Izdreth's sizeable member prodding insistently against
him, smell the scent of their mutual desire.
Once again Talryn darted his tongue into his student's
sweet mouth. This time however Izdreth gently took
hold of Talryn with his teeth, biting softly, holding
him fast.
Oh *yes*. 'This is the way of it then,' Talryn
thought, and gave over to it completely.
They kissed, and kissed again, hands roaming and
caressing without ceasing. Izdreth happily followed
Talryn's lead, hands touching as Talryn's touched him.
Never once did they stray to the hard, insistent
cocks between them, as tempted as they were.
Izdreth at last could stand no more. He tore his
mouth away from Talryn's, gasping and moaning.
"*Please*," he panted, half-mad with lust. He writhed
against Talryn, desperately arching himself against
his Master, desperate to feel Talryn's hands where he
needed them most. "Take--"
Talryn's mouth was on his once more before he could
finish. If Izdreth had said those words--"Take
me!"--Talryn would have lost all control. As it was,
the feel of Izdreth writhing against him, moaning, was
almost more than he could bear.
Again Izdreth tore his mouth away but this time he
said nothing. Instead he pulled back amongst the
cushions until he was just within reach.
Talryn puzzled over this a moment. Before he could
realise it, Izdreth slowly pulled his tunic off. He
laid it aside, then somewhat more nervously removed
the loincloth concealing his sex.
Talryn was rooted to the spot, speechless. It wasn't
supposed to be this way! He wanted to order Izdreth
to redress immediately, but he couldn't. The sight
was simply too breathtaking.
He drank in the beauty before him: the long,
raven-hued hair undone, wildly flowing against creamy
skin, the eyes, dark with innocent desire. The
slightly parted, incredibly voluptuous mouth.
Izdreth's body, slender yet tautly muscled. Talryn's
eyes traveled down the fine torso to just below his
waist, where the arachnid and humanoid became one. As
he watched, a drop of creamy fluid appeared on the
head of Izdreth's erect cock, tempting him to lick it
off.
Slowly.
Izdreth gasped, startled by the sudden greed in his
Master's eyes. Talryn moved closer, his eyes never
leaving Izdreth's. Nervousness warred with desire in
the young one's eyes, but Talryn knew just how to play
at this. He would push the line, but not cross it.
Taking Izdreth's chin in hand he purred "So you would
tease me, then? Know that there is a price to be paid
for rousing." He paused to let his words sink in, to
gauge Izdreth's reaction. A touch of worry, mixed
with strong desire. Good.
Talryn wrapped his arms around his now-naked
apprentice and drew him close against him, making him
gasp softly. "So, Izdreth, would you care to finish
what we have started?" He punctuated his words with a
feather-light lick to Izdreth's ear.
'He could be doing that...lower,' Izdreth realised,
nearly groaning at the sudden burst of lust gripping
him. "Please."
"Please what, my Apprentice?" Talryn murmured. His
tongue traced fire down the side of Izdreth's neck
before he sharply bit at the curve joining neck and
shoulder.
"Make me yours."
Without another word Talryn crushed Izdreth to him in
a fierce embrace, mouth seeking his. Izdreth groaned
deeply, his tongue slithering out to meet Talryn's.
They kissed over and over, hands exploring.
Izdreth writhed against his Master, consumed with
newly-awakened lust. He ached unbearably, his cock
long and hard against his belly. He became aware of
something else: the small opening just below the
jutting organ was tense and very wet. Touching
himself had never produced such delicious feelings.
Now Talryn's long fingers gently grasped Izdreth's
cock, eliciting a soft gasp from the young arachin,
even as Izdreth felt his teacher's own firm length
probe gently at the wetness below. Startled, he
gasped again and would've pulled back but that Talryn
held him fast.
"Relax," he whispered, punctuating his words with a
soft kiss. Talryn's fingers continued stroking the
apprentice, making Izdreth moan softly, lost in a haze
of pleasure.
"It only gets better, Izdreth," Talryn breathed in his
ear. "I have such things to show you."
"How--" Izdreth's question turned into another gasp as
Talryn stroked the sensitive slit with one gentle
finger. "Oh...oh gods...gods," he whimpered as the
finger slipped inside.
Talryn shuddered, his control shaken a little.
Izdreth was so hot, so passionate, so eager to please
and be pleased. He teased the young one for several
minutes, the one finger now buried deep inside, the
other hand caressing his student's cock. He was
tempted to bring Izdreth to his first climax right
then and there, but their first joining would be far
more delightful if he drove Izdreth to a frenzy.
Izdreth feared he was going mad. The combined
sensations of his teacher's hands were only whetting
his hunger. He groaned wordlessly, aching for more,
aching for things he didn't understand. "P-please,"
he whispered, hoarse with longing.
Talryn groaned as the rest of his control threatened
to slip away. Unable to resist, he growled low in
Izdreth's ear. "Please what?" He looked at Izdreth's
beautiful face: the creamy skin now flushed and moist,
eyes closed to mere slits, the luscious mouth parted.
"Take me before I die!"
That was all it took. His control shattered for good,
Talryn pulled his finger away. with one swift thrust,
he entered his student's eager body.
Izdreth gasped harshly, fingernails digging sharply
into Talryn's back. He'd not expected this feeling of
twined pain and pleasure as flesh gave way to flesh.
He shuddered, burying his face in his teacher's
shoulder.
Talryn trembled ever so slightly, hard pressed to
remain in control. Izdreth felt *so* good wrapped
around him, hot and slick and snug inside. He clung
to Izdreth a moment and when his student ceased
trembling, he gently began to thrust.
"Ohh...oh gods!" Izdreth panted, his face a distorted
mask of delight. The pain was still there, the
pleasure moreso. His hands moved restlessly up and
down Talryn's back, occasionally his nails dug in
sharply as the pleasure became unbearable.
Talryn took Izdreth's face in one hand, his other arm
encircling the younger arachin firmly.
"Izdreth...I--"
Then Izdreth's mouth was on his, making the words slip
away. As time went on, Talryn increased his
movements, going faster, harder. Deeper.
Izdreth groaned, doing his best to match his teacher's
thrusts. There was no more pain, only pleasure.
Delicious, maddening pleasure, each sensation cresting
higher than the one before it. He arched his back,
barely hearing his Master's surprised gasp over his
own sudden cry of delight.
Now the sensations were sharper, hotter than before.
Izdreth was close to something...what, he didn't know.
Instinct told him it would be rapture itself. He
gave in to the feelings, rising higher and higher.
Seeing Izdreth on the verge of orgasm, Talryn was
tempted to prolong the experience. But that was for
another time. Izdreth writhed, slick and panting
against him, desperate for the release that eluded
him.
"Yes," Talryn murmured against his student's ear.
"Yes, Izdreth. Give me your ecstasy." Saying this,
Talryn reached down between them once more.
The feel of Talryn's fingers teasing his cock sent
Izdreth over the edge at last. He wailed, nails
raking hard and sharp down Talryn's smooth back as he
came. A second later Talryn joined him in ecstasy,
groaning Izdreth's name even as he savoured the
stinging scratches being inflicted upon his back.
They stayed joined for several minutes, locked in each
other's arms, their soft panting the only sound in the
opulent chamber. Shyly, Izdreth opened his eyes to
look at his teacher. Talryn's eyes, framed in silvery
lashes, were still closed. Feeling bold, Izdreth
placed a soft kiss on his teacher's full mouth.
Talryn chuckled then hugged him close. "Think you
that you now know the way of desire?" he asked,
smiling.
Smiling in return, Izdreth leaned close to whisper in
Talryn's ear. "I know enough to know that there is
still so much for me to learn, Master."
"You will have to study long...and hard, Apprentice."
Talryn was rewarded by the sight of Izdreth's eyes
darkening ever so slightly.
Izdreth wriggled seductively against Talryn, smiling
at the sight of his teacher's blue eyes darkening in
turn. "You always tell me that I am a quick study,
Master, yes."
Talryn chuckled. "We'll see, now won't we?"
Izdreth, who'd learned long ago when to let Talryn be
Master, only smiled.
