Brynnan: An Evil in Siginak

The Trader’s Assistant

“I will let you go on one condition,” Lord Samir told Brynnan, his lover. “I forbid you to travel alone through the Shadow-ways to Siginak, transporting both body and spirit there. You will travel the overland route only with Nijal, who can protect you.”

“And I  can’t?” complained the old Warrior, Geraint. There was a dangerous quietness to his voice.

“This is not open for discussion, Geraint,” said the Warlord impatiently.

“Last time, he ended up getting captured and raped,” growled Geraint. “It seems he always does.”

“By design, the last three times, dear friend,” said Brynnan.  “That time with the Jarl, Falke, and his sea raiders seemed the best way to get to you when even my Father, Leader of the Wild Hunt, didn’t know your whereabouts. Then, it was the gods in Aegir’s Realm, and lastly, when we were in the sea, I allowed us to be picked up by the raider Arne’s ship, even though I knew his men would probably rape me.”

“That’s not always the case. What about our journey to ArMor-ys to get knowledge about the star Invaders? We encountered the Brotherhood of Deieros, and you were set up and raped at their camp,” said Geraint hotly. “And Nijal was present for that!”

“So were you,” said Nijal quietly to the old Warrior.

Geraint started to respond, but the Warlord cut him off. “Who chooses to defy me?” he said, his expression icy.

Brynnan dropped quickly to his knee before the Warlord. “Not I, my Lord. Whatever your decision, I obey.”

Samir looked at Brynnan and his gaze softened. “I know you do, my lover.”

Geraint cleared his throat and said, “Your obedience to m’Lord shames me. Very well; I will protest no longer.”

“Besides, old friend, you are my right-hand man. I have need of you here, at Torrent Mountain,” said Samir.

“You know I will have your back, m’Lord,” Geraint replied loyally. Then he somewhat spoiled the effect by questioning the Warlord again.

“But what of Brynnan’s father? When our lad needs to go to his Realm for renewal, he travels both in body and spirit. Do you forbid him that?”

“No, I do not. I refer to the journey to Siginak on this occasion. There is a possibility of danger—an unknown one—, and I would not have Brynnan lured into a trap. Nor Nijal, for that matter.”

But Geraint wasn’t finished. “M’Lord, you talk of Nijal protecting our Bard, but you know Brynnan is developing immense and increasing powers—”

“Which I dare not use unless the situation is extraordinarily dire.” Brynnan interrupted him. “I can put up with most things. You do not use a siege catapult to squash a fly.

Samir looked about to remonstrate again, but Brynnan continued, “I will deal with this, my Lord, keeping your instructions in mind.”

“Very well. I will see you later, my lover. The Council of Seven expects me now. Nijal and Geraint, cease this argument. It is done!”

After the Warlord left, Brynnan spoke with Geraint mind-to-mind, ‘Come to Samir’s apartments, and we will settle our differences.’

The others knew what he meant.

*    *    *

They bathed together, but there was still an undercurrent of conflict between the two older men. That would change, the Bard decided. He led them out to the terrace, naked, where the warm, midsummer breeze caressed their bodies. He made them stand in the area closest to the waterfall, where gusts blew fine spray over them.

Ignoring the hardness of the tiles, Brynnan knelt before his two friends and stroked their cocks before kissing each one in greeting. For a moment, Geraint looked like he would protest, but then the Bard took his thick and heavy cock in his mouth and began to suck while keeping up stroking the golden skin of Nijal’s penis. Gradually, he sensed them relaxing, but he kept sucking and manipulating their cocks until both Geraint and Nijal were aroused and hard.

Geraint caressed Brynnan’s hair. “Let’s go inside, lad, and we’ll fuck you.”

Brynnan looked up and smiled. “I think not, my friends. It is my desire to fuck both of you!”

He overrode Geraint’s protest, but Nijal chuckled at the old Warrior’s apparent consternation. They accompanied Brynnan to the bed chamber.

Brynnan lived up to his word. The action on the bed became heated as the three rolled together, kissing, licking and jerking each other off. Then Brynnan had them on all fours. He started with Nijal, still feeling that slight hesitation inside that he always felt on those rare occasions when he fucked his friend. Geraint and Nijal were naturally dominant sexual partners but not averse to taking whatever position their hearts led them. Their conflict was forgotten as Brynnan alternated in fucking both men. Eventually, he pumped hard into the Guardian’s ass and allowed himself to cum. He alerted Nijal as he felt his climax sweeping over him, ejaculating forcefully and letting himself rest over his partner’s back.

Geraint pulled him off Nijal and rolled him over so that Brynnan faced him. “You’ve fucked us both; now it’s our turn. You’ve warmed me up well, my lad.”

So saying, he plunged his cock into Brynnan’s ass. The Bard suspected Geraint was being forceful to reassert his sexual dominance, but he didn’t mind.

Nijal lay down beside Brynnan and started to kiss him thoroughly, compelling him to surrender to the two of them. Then Nijal’s wandering left hand teased the Bard’s nipples before sliding down his firm torso to his cock, which was already rock hard again.

Nijal’s touch had its own magic, and between being fucked and stroked, Brynnan felt the tide of erotic excitement engulf him once more.

“I’m ready to cum again,” he murmured to Nijal between kisses.

“Geraint? Brynnan is ready again,” Nijal told the old Warrior, who was fucking Brynnan with his unique skills. Geraint had pleased even the gods in the Shadow-realm of Aegir’s isle.

The old Warrior said, “Let him cum, and I will too.” He increased the pace of his thrusts as Nijal jerked off Brynnan’s cock.

It took very little time until Brynnan cried, “I’m cumming!”

Let me see, Nijal,” Geraint insisted.

Nijal moved his hand down Brynnan’s shaft to expose the creaming head. Freed from his covering hand, spurts of pearly cum scattered over his stomach and chest. Seeing this triggered Geraint’s orgasm, and he gave a bear’s roar as he shot his load.

“Move over, old Warrior,” Nijal ordered. “I have yet to cum. Let me take his well-lubricated ass.”

He looked inquiringly at Brynnan as he positioned himself between the Bard’s thighs, and Brynnan nodded for him to go ahead. Nijal stroked his cock and then inserted it Into his partner’s willing ass. Even though he had just cum, Brynnan surrendered to the sensations induced. Unlike the rough sex of the previous day, Nijal was gentler and his usual considerate self this time. Nevertheless, Brynnan felt well-fucked until Nijal, gazing into the Bard’s eyes and encompassing his mind, ejaculated. Briefly, their spirits seemed to entwine and spiral up together into the aether, but Nijal brought them back skillfully.

The three lay on the great bed, thoroughly satisfied. Geraint and Nijal joked together, and the Bard felt the lack of tension and conflict between the two men. It seemed that his plan to resolve the situation had worked.

*    *    *

Brynnan and Nijal left Torrent Mountain the following day, joining a trader’s party travelling directly with supplies and goods for Siginak. Geraint had let them go without protest, but Brynnan knew the old Warrior would miss them as they had taken significant journeys together. It was just as hard for the Bard to physically leave the Warlord, but they would remain in mind-contact. Still, Brynnan felt a pang of loss as he and Nijal rode out.

Travelling overland on his horse, Rhiannon, felt strange to Brynnan, so used had he become to moving physically through the Shadow-ways that joined other places and realms, but the slower pace gave him time to converse with Nijal and get to know the traders.

The master trader, a black-bearded man, named Tajindar, and his assistant, a Sojourner youth called Kuruntu, sat with them in the evening in the open courtyard of the Traders Hostel. Under the guise of conversation, Nijal elicited information from them while Brynnan played his harp, Mavrenn, for the travellers present. One piece of information that caught Brynnan’s attention was when a trader requested songs from him.

“Please,” said the man, “Play no sad songs for us. This route to Siginak has become my regular run, and I have noticed that many people there aren’t as cheerful as they used to be. It gets a man down having to treat with gloomy people, and it’s bad for trade.”

“0h?” Said the Bard nonchalantly. “Is there any particular reason?”

“Perhaps the glow of being a new settler has worn off, and now they are faced with the hard work of surviving and thriving. But I think it’s more than that. Something seems to be affecting the mood of many of my customers who were previously gregarious and good-natured, but I don’t know what.”

“Very well, I’ll keep my music light and perhaps it will raise your own spirits.”

Brynnan was as good as his word, engaging listeners’ minds and emotions. He used a little of that potent and affecting style of music from his homeland called Shadow-singing, not because the music was dark but because the singer submerged his own personality, or put it in the shadows, to give precedence to the music. In ArMor-ys, a running joke was that no one could remember a good Shadow-singer’s name.

The atmosphere lightened, and, after playing his harp, the Bard joined Nijal and the Master Trader at a fire in the courtyard. He looked curiously at the Kuruntu, the Master’s assistant, who was, by his own admission, one of the awakened sleepers from the mothership and had, he said, little knowledge of his peoples’ invasion of the planet. He was slim, with white-blond hair in a long braid and pale blue eyes.

“You appear young for a Master’s apprentice. This must have been your first Sleep onboard your ship,” said Brynnan.

“It was my first Awakening, rather,” said Kuruntu, looking surprised. “There is a mix of ages of our settlers who were sent down. We are all learning trades. Do you know much about my people?”

Nijal joined the conversation. “Our experience has largely been with your troopers—advanced landing parties with weapons who wanted to negotiate by using force,” he said with unaccustomed bluntness.

“Please, don’t judge us by the decisions of our Leaders. You know our power-sourced weapons don’t work anymore? There is no threat. Many of us just want peaceful lives on the planet. It is marvellous here—I thought I would be afraid of the sky, but I can finally see the stars.

Brynnan looked at Nijal and shared a thought, ‘Their weapons don’t work because you and your brother Guardians destroyed the power plant beyond repair.’

Nijal sent his thought-images back, ‘And their troopers are no longer here because you and your father, Arawn, Lord of the Hunt, pursued and destroyed them.’

Brynnan caught a quick flash of . . . surprise? He looked at Kuruntu and wondered.

Master Tajindar said to Brynnan and Nijal, “We are honoured that you travel with us, a renowned surgeon and a Master Bard. Nijal Silver-hand, we thank you for your generous offer of medical aid, should our people need it, and you, Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, I have had the good fortune to hear you play your harp before, and your music is like fine wine.”

“Perhaps tomorrow again at camp, I would be glad to give you our voice, Master Trader, but now, the night is advancing, and we will retire.”

*    *    *

Brynnan and Nijal had been given one of the few private rooms in deference to their rank, and Brynnan was glad of it.

As they undressed, Nijal asked Brynnan, “What do you think?”

Brynnan told him of the mood changes of the inhabitants of Siginak and commented on Kuruntu.

 “He seemed surprised when you sent your thoughts to me, but I detected no alarm, so either he didn’t understand them, or it was a coincidence. We will have to guard our thoughts again, though.”

“He looks like just a handsome youth,” replied Nijal, but he seems too young for his position.”

“Let’s find out who appointed him,” rejoined the Bard.

“Agreed. Anyway, come here and kiss me. Are you in the mood for some sexual play?”

Brynnan’s reply was to kiss the Guardian intensely and deeply. Nijal responded readily, pushing his tongue into his partner’s mouth and claiming the kiss back. Brynnan followed Nijal’s lead, and they embraced each other tightly. As their touching of each other became more intimate, their cocks, pressed together, stiffened.

Nijal led the Bard to the bed, where they lay in opposite directions, facing each other. Brynnan nuzzled the Guardian’s full ball sack, swirling his tongue around each testicle before taking the hard cock in his mouth. Simultaneously, he felt Nijal do the same and revelled in the erotic sensations. Then he felt Nijal suck his testicles.

“Nijal . . .you know how that makes me want to cum,” he groaned, “especially when you put your fingers into my ass and massage the prostate gland.”

Nijal paused to respond, “I love seeing you surrender to Samir when he does that to you. You get this expression of total peace on your face as if you were in another realm.”

He bent his head and returned to licking Brynnan’s balls and skillfully probing his ass while the Bard eagerly sucked Nijal’s cock. Just as he felt close to cumming, there was a knock at their door.

A tiny part of Brynnan’s mind wanted to sweep whoever it was into the Void, but he caught himself and sensed Kuruntu at the door.

 Nijal sent a thought, ‘Let him come in. He will have to deal with us as we are.”

When the young man entered, his gaze swept over the two men, and he reacted with a range of emotions; surprise, embarrassment, and desire.

Nijal slipped off the bed and took his hand. “I sense your need: join us if you are prepared.”

“I would like to. I did bathe. I’m still getting used to such a hedonistic way of wasting water.”

“And what about the sexual act? Have you done much since you were restored?”

Kuruntu answered the Guardian. “In Siginak, I have formed a liaison with another male who is experienced. I am still learning.”

Brynnan sent a thought to Nijal in a shielded mode, ‘Geraint should have come with us. He’d relish the opportunity to do some teaching!’

Kuruntu looked puzzled when Nijal gave a brief laugh, seemingly for no reason.

“In any case, you interrupted our own ‘liaison,’” said Nijal to the young man. “Do you know how to suck cock, to suck my penis, while I finish what I started with Brynnan?”

“I will willingly try,” Kuruntu replied.

“Would you rather he do me and you can have a break?” said Brynnan with seeming innocence.

‘Let me deal with him, to begin with,’ sent Nijal. ‘We do not yet know his motives. Your Lord wants me to protect you, my friend.’

Brynnan acquiesced and lay back on the bed.

Kuruntu undressed, revealing a slim but toned physique and a tan that covered his skin evenly, indicating an artificial source of sunlight. Nijal allowed the young man to touch his body and feel his cock, which was half-hard, before laying down where he could reach Brynnan’s cock to suck it. He guided the Trader’s assistant down with him.

“Let me see how he does,” Brynnan told Nijal, but there was more than sexual curiosity in his asking, and the Guardian understood.

Kuruntu ran his tongue down Nijal’s cock to the tip and took it in his mouth. He began to work on sucking it, and it did not take long for Nijal to become fully hard again.

‘He has definitely done this before,” Nijal sent.

‘You had better start on me again, or he will begin to wonder,’ the Bard answered him mentally.

So Nijal pleasured Brynnan again, sucking his cock and balls, although it took the Guardian a while to bring his lover back to his prior level of excitement.

But Brynnan kept his awareness of what Kuruntu was doing and presently sent to Nijal, ‘This is someone of unusual skills. I am watching him suck your cock, and he knows what he’s doing.”

‘I know. I am very close to cumming.’

Brynnan felt a strange premonition. ‘Don’t let him swallow your seed.’ 

He felt Nijal’s puzzlement as the Guardian responded, ‘Very well. You can explain to me later.’

Nijal said to Kuruntu, “You are doing very well, but I think I’ll finish myself off. Then we’ll make you cum after Brynnan is satisfied. If you want, you can masturbate yourself while I finish, but first, I will attend to my friend.”

He took Brynnan’s cock in his mouth, deep-throating it and began to suck with such skill that Brynnan was immediately undone. The Bard reminded himself that Nijal was much older and vastly more experienced than he, although he seldom flaunted it. The rising tide of eroticism engulfed him and, not caring that their guest was watching, seized Nijal’s golden mane and cried out as he ejaculated into his lover’s mouth.

Kuruntu watched avidly as he stroked himself. His cock was straight and long, almost too perfect in form. He started to masturbate harder when Nijal took his own cock in hand.

Meanwhile, Brynnan turned on the bed to lick Nijal’s testicles, helping him with his imminent cumming.

Then it was Nijal’s turn to cry out as his cum flooded his hand. Kuruntu’s eyes lit up like flames, and he would have moved forward towards Nijal’s cock, but Brynnan licked it clean before he could reach them.

“I want to ejaculate now,” the young man groaned.

“Hold on,” commanded Nijal as he pulled Kuruntu towards him by his hips and swallowed the sword-like phallus.

‘Nijal . . . wait! Brynnan cautioned him mentally but was too late as Kuruntu threw his head back and came in Nijal’s mouth.

The Guardian took his time swallowing it all, then his reassuring thought reached Brynnan, ‘Don’t worry, dear one. His cum cannot harm me if anything is amiss. I can analyze it chemically and directly.’

Brynnan marvelled at his friend’s hidden talents.

*    *    *

“Free proteins, sugars, citric acid, minerals . . .in other words, perfectly normal cum, but I agree with you: something about him doesn’t add up.” Nijal looked pensive as he sipped a cup of wine mixed with water.

They were alone again, and Nijal sat at the small table in their room, holding Brynnan’s hand across it.

“He is not as he seems, I agree,” Brynnan replied pensively. He is very experienced in cocksucking, or he has learned it from deep-feed, as I have memorized histories in the Redoubts at Torrent Mountain and at ArMor-ys. But his skill level is advanced, though not as advanced as yours.” Brynnan smiled at Nijal. “You practically had my spirit taking flight when you made me cum.”

“Good, because I didn’t do it for Kuruntu’s benefit.”

“I know that, dear friend. I would have liked to suck you to cumming, too, even with my poor skills, but it’s best you played it as you did until we learn more.”

“You do yourself and Geraint, your teacher, a disservice when you describe your skills as poor. They are definitely not,” said Nijal. “But besides that, we will keep a close eye on Tajindar’s assistant as we travel. When we reach Saginak in a few days, I would like to see who he meets with. In the meantime, we might have to engage with him again.”

“We will see. There is almost a sense of illusion about him. Who is he really?” said Brynnan thoughtfully.

The Bard had a faraway look in his eyes as he pondered the question as if he saw into unknown realms. Then he shook his head and looked at Nijal directly.

“Let me try and contact my Lord Samir. He should be kept aware.”

He closed his eyes and made a sending, mentally seeking his lover, the Warlord. It seemed as if some barrier prevented him for moments, then he broke through.

‘My Lord, do you hear me?’

The answer came back clear enough. ‘I am here, Brynnan. Are you and Nijal safe and well? What news do you have?’

‘Open your mind entirely, and I will stream the latest events to you. Only Nijal will hear.’

Brynnan sensed Lord Samir’s receptiveness and mentally recapped the events for his lover. He caught the Warlord’s surprise at his news of Kuruntu and the caution he sent with it.

‘We will be careful, dear heart,’ he responded. ‘Nijal stands between me and danger, as you ordered. He is less vulnerable to psychic attacks than I.’

‘Good. See that he stays that way. And you . . .do not put yourself at risk. You have my love. Stay focused!’ 

Brynnan felt Samir’s love in that last response touch his soul. Then Samir’s mental presence faded.

Nijal nodded in satisfaction. “We have done all that we can reasonably do tonight. Tomorrow, I have a plan in mind. Now, come to bed, my friend.”

Brynnan took his suggestion. He lay with the Guardian behind him, whose arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close. He was glad of Nijal’s continuing protection.

*    *    *

To be continued . . .