The Savage

Part 1: Chapter Two: Davyth

Davyth chuckled to himself as he made his way through the corridor. It was easy to get under his brother's skin and he enjoyed doing it, although he generally paid for it. Since childhood, his little brother had always been a miserably good thief. His greatest talent was to steal things that were of no value to him just because Davyth cherished the item. Llewellyn only ever stole anything from his older brother. When it came to applying his talent to anything useful, like stealing treats at the local markets, Llewellyn refused. He went to far as to tell on Davyth for doing it. Even into their adulthood, if Davyth pushed Llewellyn's patience too far he was sure to discover something he liked or needed missing. Once Llewellyn took something, Davyth never saw it again.

Rounding a corner Davyth saw Rhodri waiting outside his room. "You need to be more discreet than waiting outside my bedroom door." he said to the squire as he approached.

Rhodri gave a sly, teasing smile, "Should I go then?"

"Humph." Davyth snorted, pushed his bedroom door open and waved Rhodri inside.

Rhodri was tall and broad like Davyth, with wide eyes as blue, but Rhodri brandished sandy blond hair and matching short beard.

As Davyth shut the door, Rhodri pushed him against it roughly, grabbing his face and kissing him. Davyth groaned as Rhodri slid his hand down to caress his lover's cock.

"I've been waiting all day for this." Rhodri moaned as Davyth pushed him towards the bed, discarding articles of clothes in the process.

Rhodri straddled Davyth pulling his shirt over his head. Pushing Davyth back, Rhodri yanked the prince's pants away, kissing his inner thigh before taking the growing member in his mouth. Davyth inhaled sharply from the insurgence of pleasure. Grabbing the back of Rhodri's head, Davyth thrust himself deep down his throat. Sitting up, Davyth positioned himself behind Rhodri. As he entered the squire, Rhodri cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure. Davyth's thrusts were rapid and hard. Rhodri straightened up, leaning back against his companion, as Davyth gripped his throat. With his other hand, Davyth stroked Rhodri. It was Rhodri who climaxed first, his cries of pleasure brought Davyth to his own break.

Both of their bodies now moist from sweat and panting, they remained motionless for a second. With a moan, Davyth pulled out of his mate and reached for a linen cloth. He wiped himself and tossed it to Rhodri as he crossed the room to retrieve wine. Catching his breath he poured two cups, and drank deeply watching Rhodri clean himself.

Coming back to the bed, Davyth handed the second cup to Rhodri.

"So we have a Duthaichi at court." Rhodri grinned. "She didn't look like the animal you claimed her to be."

Davyth flopped onto the bed, "That was all for my brother's benefit. No, I agree, she is breathtaking."

"Why don't you bring her to your bed then?" Rhodri snipped.

Laughing Davyth wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled Rhodri closer, "Gods, you are jealous."

"One my uncles married a Duthaichi." Rhodri said, cheering up. "Just a common girl obviously, made a stink with the family when he brought her back. My cousins and I liked her, she told wonderful stories."

"Stories about what?"

"A lot of different things. My favorites were about dragons."

"Dragons are a myth." huffed Davyth.

"Of course they are, that's why they're in children's stories."

"Tell me one."

"I was nine last time I heard one so I'm not going to remember all the details. Don't hold me responsible for its accuracy." Rhodri pulled the satin sheet over them. "In the beginning there was the Mother-. That's how they all start. In the beginning there was the Mother. Through her all life is created. All are her children. One was called Callum. Callum was good. He did his chores and listened to the wisdom of his mother."