Thorodian Horse

Cleus was gliding along the corridor in the Grand Marshal’s apartments that afternoon, when a strong hand reached out from behind a hanging tapestry and pulled the young man into the darkness behind. Raum devoured Cleus’s lips with fervent kisses. Cleus, in turn, climbed Raum’s pelvis with his thighs, and Raum fucked him deeply and long, pushing Cleus against the wall of the castle behind the shimmering tapestry and bouncing the shoulder blades of his prey mercilessly against the hard stone.

Thus were reunited the lovers—the son of King Severmist, who had discovered his only son in the embrace of one of his foremost warriors, Raum, who had been banished to the almost certain death of spying inside the besieged High Castle of the Thorodians as long as his wits could keep him alive.

Afterward the two slithered off to Raum’s own humble room, and Raum gave Cleus a proper and prolonged fucking, Cleus on his back, legs akimbo and pelvis thrust up to received Raum’s young, strong cocking, being ridden hard and for a great distance in contrast to the old Grand Marshal’s almost pitiful pokings, and Raum stroking Cleus to multiple comings with thumb rubbing piss slit through the center of the golden cock ring.

“What are you doing here?” Raum asked through heavy breathing after they had spent themselves and were embracing, each part of them held as closely together as possible. “It would be the death of you if you were discovered. Did the Grand Marshal capture you without realizing who he had?”