Page 2 of Alpha's Embrace
“I do like that,” he said. “But even so, it’s so hard to focus. I need to get off. Get off. Get off.”
His words referred to having an orgasm. Which we both wanted all the time. But you couldn’t do it all the time or you’d rub yourself raw, or even break your cock.
When I turned fourteen, the sexual mania started for me. The heat inside my body began to rise like a molten liquid along with an urge to try to release it all the time. I had frenzied bouts of it, but it hurt when it got to be more than twenty orgasms a day. I taught myself how to calm my mind and to stretch each stroke session to several hours apart. At first it was agony, and reading helped distract me.
But poor Cedric couldn’t control himself. He suffered a lot.
“Are you hard right now?” I asked Cedric.
“You are funny. So funny I would hit you if I could. I’m always hard.”
I laughed. It was just a joke between us, really.
He was right, he was always hard. We both were. We rare, beautiful and valued Sylph princes who managed to live past puberty were hyper-sexual and knew very little respite from constant sexual arousal. It was one of the reasons we were kept apart and isolated one from the other. The realm could not have men going about raping each other at whim, now, could it? Plus, Cedric’s threat to hit me was not idle. Many Sylphs were quite violent, even the very youngest among us. Cedric had promised me many times over the years he might like to kill me if he could, just to see what it was like.
“Stand back from the hole and let me see,” I commanded.
The brown eye vanished. I saw movement at the hole in darker shades. Those shades drew back and formed into a boy. An eighteen year old boy, two years younger than myself.
He was a pretty little thing with masses of dark, tangled hair that touched his buttocks, and a very skinny physique with olive skin. He was bony everywhere: his spine, his hips, his narrow shoulders, his knocking knees. He had a fierce but lovely face, exotic and angular and pointed, and if he held his chin high and stood still for once in his life, he was shockingly beautiful.
All Sylphs were insanely beautiful. I’d read that somewhere. Pretty and powerful in mesmerizing ways. But unfortunately, nearly all of us little princes didn’t live long enough to gain our full power and become whole.
Cedric stood just far enough from the hole that I could see most of him along with the center of his room which was, as usual, a mess.
His cock stood out straight from his body, quivering.
My own under the thin material of my jumpsuit throbbed in response but I ignored it.
“Can you see me?” Cedric asked. “Can you see it?”
“I see you just fine.” I laughed again.
“It hurts,” he said, pouting, his dark pink lips protruding.
“I know, my lord prince, knight of the realm.”
He stuck his tongue out. “You say such funny things. I’m not a knight or a prince.”
“I say what I see,” I replied.
“I can’t touch it,” he said. “I already got off ten times today. It hurts.”
“Try to hold back.”
He shook his head and his eyes rolled up. “I’m going to keep running into your wall until I fall.”
“No, don’t do that my beloved prince, my brother. I’ll read you a story. Listen to me. Listen to my voice.”
“I hate your voice,” he said.
“You love my voice,” I countered.
Quickly, I pulled up on my tablet a fairy tale romp I often read for comfort. I began. “Once upon a time there was a boy.”
I heard a few thumps as I read, and I would pause and check through the hole. Sometimes I saw Cedric pacing back and forth before it, breathing fast. Sometimes I didn’t see him at all and the thumps came rapid as his hands drummed the barrier between us.
But usually he sat naked in the center of his room on his pile of things and listened, his head low, his eyes closed.
