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Harok makes another snorting noise.

“Alla pris?” Tobi says. “Alla pris, Irgorye?”

Harok smiles. He leans closer and touches his lips to Tobi’s. Softly, then, after a moment, with more passion behind it. Tobi moans as Harok takes his mouth deeply.

When Harok breaks the kiss, Tobi babbles the Ambolk words he knows. “Dek ga,” he says, then, “dekuna Irgorye, ga garan garasiana.”

Harok laughs. He lifts his other hands and touches Tobi’s face before kissing him again.

Tobi groans as Harok keeps kissing him, revelling in the waves of pleasure. The way his forest king, his big beast, is kissing his neck, lips hot. The man who grabbed his wrist so viciously. Who carried him up to this chamber over his shoulder like a possession. The man who owns him. Who took him. Who wants him. Harok’s beard scratches over Tobi’s skin as he works lower. Harok kisses Tobi all over his body, pausing only to reach for the oil beside the bed.

One of Harok’s oiled fingers slides into Tobi and he groans. He clings to Harok and pants against the hair on Harok’s chest as Harok takes him with one thick finger then two, working him breathlessly, easily open, before spreading him and taking him. Harok slides easily into Tobi’s well-prepared and eager hole.

Harok is big. Every part of him. Built on a different scale to Tobi. Tobi remembers the overwhelming feel of him from the night before. Harok’s body is heavy on top of him. Harok supports most of his weight on his arms, but Tobi relishes the feel of Harok’s overwhelming bulk. He feels so tiny under Harok. So small and delicate compared to Harok’s power and the thick, deep press of Harok’s cock entering him.

Harok thrusts lazily at first, gazing down at Tobi as he slides in deep then out, then in again, each movement accompanied by a long soft gasp of pleasure. It is clear to Tobi how much Harok is delighting in him. How much pleasure he is taking from Tobi’s body.

It makes Tobi feel so good. He has never been made love to like this before. By someone who truly makes him feel like he is the only one who can give this pleasure.

After a few moments of this soft, quiet love making, Harok seems to break. The fight, the energy of Harok’s earlier rage, the way he had grabbed Tobi and borne him out of the hall seems to return. Harok snarls and begins to take Tobi harder, roughly and with a driving, vicious pure passion.

Tobi yelps in shock, but it’s good. All he can do is take it as Harok starts to pound and pound into him.

Tobi feels his own cock growing harder and hotter between their bodies as Harok’s cock finds places deep inside him that seem to flood his whole being with pleasure.

He cries out again and again. The entire bed is creaking and groaning with the sheer force of Harok’s love making. Tobi surrenders to it. He has no choice. He lets Harok take him, driving them both into a wild, heady spend, Tobi screaming with it under Harok’s body.

When Harok finally lowers himself onto the bed, lying down beside Tobi and drawing him close, Tobi snuggles into Harok’s arms. “I don’t know how it will deter me from misbehaviour if that is the punishment, my beast”, he says.

“Ga, garan,” Harok replies, sweetly.

Tobi laughs and snuggles closer.

16

TOBI

The following morning when Tobi wakes up, Harok is standing at the end of the bed. He is dressed. Wearing his usual short breeches, a pale-coloured linen tunic and the wooden crown. He says something that ends, “Suskara.” It sounds like some kind of instruction, but Tobi doesn’t understand it and he is sure Harok must know that.

Tobi pouts at him and simply replies in Artemian, “And good morning to you too, my daedon.”

“Ei, Irgorye,” says Harok firmly. Ordering Tobi to call him something more respectful. At least this morning he has not stormed out without a word.

Tobi smiles, “Irgorye,” he says as Harok bends over the bed to kiss him. It’s brief, but passionate. Tobi feels like Harok is a little softer this morning.

“Sho,” Harok says, as he straightens up, Harok points to a fresh alit draped over a chair by the fire and says much more, none of which Tobi understands.

“I don’t know what any of that means beast, except that you still like me wearing an alit,” Tobi responds.

Harok sighs, then points at his chest.” Irgo,” he says.

“Yes. You are the king. I know this, beast.” Harok raises an eyebrow. His expression is dark. He seems to be trying to tell Tobi he does not have time for this.

Tobi tries, “Sho, Irgo.”

“King,” Harok says. The Artemian word sounds strange in Harok’s mouth. The G sound rings like a gong. He picks up Tobi’s alit and sits down in the chair. Then he leans forward and makes a gesture like he is urging someone before him to speak. “King ai feren,” he says. He points to himself, “Irgo. King.” Then gestures to the space before him, “Solwen.” Then again he says, “Feren.”

Solwen means the Ambolk people. King, men? He needs to talk to his subjects. So feren could mean…? “Court?” Tobi says excited to understand. “You are holding court today. In the hall?”