Col and Andri: The Summer Queen

A Meeting With The King

‘A bard does not kneel to the King. He bows.’ So had said Andri’s former Master, Brynnan Marec Mavrenn, Bard and Priest. Andri bowed. But beside him, Col, his lover, knelt on one knee. The King and High Chieftain, Cyndyllan, looked genuinely pleased to see them.

“Welcome, my young friends. Andri, the sight of you again gladdens my heart. Col, I understand you are Andri’s soulmate. My Queen has told me much about you. You are turning into quite the young Horsemaster and fighter, I understand. Perhaps you would like to visit the stables and see my favourite horses while you are here. But come, let my page lead you to our table, and I will introduce you to my men.

The Great Hall was not filled to capacity. For the King, this was an intimate gathering of about fifty people. His faithful warrior companions, visiting Chieftains and their retinue, the prominent members of the court and the Queen, Aerfen, with her own people.

Col found the introductions dizzying, but Andri now took it all in his stride as a bardic apprentice to the Ruithin College’s own Music Master, Daraou. The Queen insisted on having Col beside her, as the King had Andri. Talk during the meal stayed light. The Summer’s Night celebration in four days was discussed. Men mentioned their favourite memories of the event, and stories were told. Andri soaked it up, hoping to gain an understanding of how things would go. At last, there came the point in the feast that the King nodded to Cadwyr, his advisor and priest. Cadwyr stood. A herald called for attention in the hall, and the people fell silent.

Cadwyr’s clear voice rang through the hall. “People of the King’s Court, the First Night of Summer is nearly upon us. Many of you look to the Dance, where we will choose our Summer Queen from among the maidens. Traditionally a bard or priest does the choosing in service to the Forest God. This year, our Chooser is a young bardic apprentice from the ArMor-ys Ruithin College: Andri of Torrent Mountain.”

At this point, Cadwyr beckoned for Andri to stand so that the crowd could see him.

Cadwyr continued, “Lest you think he is not up to this task, our young man has unique qualifications. He is apprentice and friend to the Marec Mavrenn himself, the bardic priest and seer Brynnan, whom most of you know at least by his prowess and reputation. Since the Invasion, you are now aware that the Marec Mavrenn’s connection to the spirit world is unique. He has passed on knowledge to Andri, and we trust that the spirits will favour our choice. We have every indication that this is so.

“I remind you that the Chooser is impartial. It is not his choice or influence that sways the decision but the direct guidance of the tutelary spirits who are part of ArMorica. Please accord Andri all due respect in this position. We await the choice of the Guardian of the Woods.”

“If any of you has any concerns, voice them now. I know you parents hope your daughters will be Chosen, but I do not want to hear any dissent after the fact. I trust in your honour, as I do each year.”

Cadwyr’s gaze swept the room, looking for any who would speak out in protest, but all were silent and seemingly accepting.

Andri summoned his training and managed to keep his composure under the scrutiny of assemblage. He saw several young women and girls staring at him with interest. In particular, at another table, he noticed Chieftain Aeron’s twins, Tegan and Gwenllaeth. He was reasonably sure it was Gwenllaeth whose gaze was burning the air between them.

Cadwyr, satisfied, nodded at Andri to be seated once more, and he did so with relief. Col, farther down across the table, grinned at him, knowing his thoughts on the matter.

King Cyndyllan bent his head towards Andri. “Well, Cadwyr has quelled them into silence, but now that the disclosure is made, do not be surprised when you are introduced to a slew of hopeful daughters. It happens every year.”

“Lord King,” replied Andri, “May I ask what role you and Queen Aerfen play in this celebration of summer?”

“Certainly. The chosen Summer Queen has no authority in the real world, but she is the face of summer’s providence and the bounty of the Mother, so she is honoured at each feast, and young men will compete over her. But the Queen and I play our own role on Summer’s First Night. Along with many, we will go into the wood seeking love. But our pledge is to each other. The Queen’s maidens and young knights construct a bower for us: flowers and sweet grasses spread thickly in a chosen glade. It is roofed over with a trellis of spring flowers and leaves. If it rains, we must bear that too. There we celebrate our love and share in the joys of our bodies. Afterwards, the young maidens and knights seek their own pleasure.”

The King looked up. “But here is my bard, Draig, accompanied by your Emrys. They are ready to play for us. Will you join your voice to theirs?”

“If it pleases you, my Lord. Of course,” Andri replied.

“It pleases me. And I hope that tomorrow when we meet privately, you might share your arts with me once more.”

“I look forward to it, my King.”

For the remainder of the evening, Andri sang with the two bards. Draig’s warm tenor voice and Emrys’ deeper voice complemented Andri’s baritone, and the assembly paid rapt attention. So the evening ended successfully.

As Andri left with Col, they spotted the twins. Both were dressed in their customary breeches and loose tunics, but Gwenllaeth had flowers twined in her hair. She flushed when she saw Andri and hesitated, but Tegan came forward with a hopeful look on his face.

“I have missed you both,” he said. “I did not know that you were to choose the Summer Queen, Andri! I expect that means we can’t get together until after Summer’s night.”

“Unfortunately, that’s true, Tegan. But you have been in our thoughts, and we very much would like to teach you more,” Andri took Tegan’s hand despite Cadwyr’s warning, as they were in a public place. Tegan flushed. His hand was cool as he squeezed Andri’s.

“But you and I are not forbidden,” said Col. “Why don’t you take a walk with me? Cadwyr tells us there’s a path down to the seashore just off the terrace. Let’s look for it. We could walk among the dunes.”

Tegan’s face lit up so much that Col almost laughed, but he held his peace and just looked sympathetically at the young man.

Andri urged them on. “You two go ahead. I won’t wait up for you—I want to sleep. But wake me up when you come to bed, Col.”

“If I can!” laughed Col. He leaned in and kissed Andri.

*    *    *

There was a salty tang in the air, and the sound of the sea gently and rhythmically chanted a haunting song. Hand-in-hand, Col and Tegan walked in the dunes. Waves of marram grass growing through the sand danced to the breeze. The two young men found a sheltered spot in a hollow, where they sat on Col’s cloak.

“I miss having Andri with us. I hope the next few days pass quickly,” said Tegan.

“Eager to learn the next step? I will wait for Andri before we consider teaching you the fine art of ass-fucking.”

“I always thought it was terribly painful, but you put up with the pain and endure it. That it’s a lot more fun for the person doing the fucking.”

“Geraint, the old Warrior I told you about, who taught Andri and me the finer points of cock-sucking, also taught me about anal sex—how to give and receive and how to prepare oneself. I was travelling with a group of horse-herders on the high plain above ArMor-ys, on my way to find Andri, when I encountered him once more with his friends. They took me under their wing and taught me how I could pleasure Andri that way, both in giving and taking. Geraint, in particular, has a pretty huge cock, and I was afraid at first of taking it in the ass. But he was really gentle with me and taught me how to breathe, relax, and communicate with my partner.”

“Can you tell me some of it now?”

“Of course.”

So Col explained in detail which considerations were most important. He talked to Tegan about hygiene, everyday preparation, deep-cleaning for fisting, and the different non-penetrative ways to have sex.

“Sometimes, when Andri and I are tired, we just lie one on top of the other and rub our cocks together, or I will lie on my side while Andri fucks me between the thighs. It’s all good.”

“Could we try something, now?” said Tegan, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“Undress, and we will lie under your cloak,” invited Col.

Tegan was quick to comply. When both were naked, they faced each other and began to kiss. Again Col found that kissing Tegan was very erotic. His tongue slowly roamed inside Tegan’s mouth, exploring, and Tegan kissed him back with equal passion. Their cocks stiffened until Col could feel Tegan’s pushing against him. He rolled the boy to his back and slid on top of him so that their genitals touched. Still kissing Tegan, Col began to move back and forth, rubbing their cocks together. Precum moistened both of them, and the sensation of heat and slipperiness drove them to more action. Col paused in kissing to suck the young Tegan’s nipples. The young man moaned and then returned the favour. Col rolled them until Tegan was on top and let him set the pace. The boy’s long golden hair enveloped Col’s shoulders, its silkiness caressing his skin.

“Don’t cut your hair,” Col murmured.

“I won’t,” Tegan mumbled before retaking Col’s mouth.

Tegan fell into a steady rhythm of rubbing himself sensuously against Col’s body. Then he said, “Do I need to suck you or something?”

“Shhh . . .” whispered Col. “Just keep moving until you cum. I bet it won’t be too long.”

So Tegan persisted as they hugged each other’s bodies. More precum moistened their cocks as the intensity of their rubbing grew.

“I love this,” said Tegan, “I think I’m going to cum.”

Col urged him on until, with a soft cry, Tegan ejaculated, and his hot seed flooded Col’s loins. They oiled their bodies with it, feeling the slippery wetness.

“Now can I suck you?” asked Tegan.

“Oh, alright, I won’t say no,” uttered Col with a low laugh.

Tegan slid down Col’s body, feeling his own cum on Col’s belly and thighs. He moved his mouth onto the erect penis awaiting him and took it in.

“That’s it,” said Col. “Just ring the head of my cock with your tongue. Then suck it while you play with my balls.”

Col kept directing him on what felt good, and Tegan worked most diligently.

“Now take the shaft in your mouth and suck it; move your head back and forth. Don’t try to take the whole cock down your throat; that will happen in time if you want it to. Yes. You’re doing amazingly good.”

Tegan seemed to pour his whole being into the act, and Col could tell the youth loved it. He lay back and surrendered to his new friend’s ministrations. He looked up at the stars in the sky and thought that there were few better ways to spend time outdoors: except for riding a swift stallion across the plains at full gallop . . . perhaps.

His mind drifted with horses and stars and the sound of the sea until his own tide of pleasure engulfed him, making him cum into Tegan’s mouth. His head fell back, and his body sagged into total relaxation.

“Come up here, Tegan. Roll away from me and let me hold you from behind.” They spooned together under Tegan’s cloak, lying on Cols’.

“This is the nicest feeling,” said Tegan. “I have dreamed of being held after sex. “Gwenllaeth and I curl up sometimes, but there’s nothing sexual in it.” He was silent for long moments, then he said, “I hope she manages to find someone soon. I am so lucky. Maybe when she dances. She dreams of being Chosen and of spending the night with Andri,” Tegan confided. “It’s her fondest hope right now.”

‘And my worst nightmare,’ thought Col. He had the feeling that Gwenllaeth was not the type of young woman to let things go. But then he resolutely turned his mind back to Tegan.

“We can rest for a little longer, but then we will swim in the sea—no, I insist: you’ll feel amazing afterwards, then we can return. Andri is waiting, whether he is asleep or not. He always wakes up for me when I come in.” Col kissed Tegan’s neck and held him tighter.

*    *    *

When Col entered their room, Andri rolled over in bed and smiled at him. Col felt a surge of love for him and marvelled that they had connected in the way they had: from their meeting after Andri’s rescue from being taken prisoner to Col’s long journey to reunite with his lover.

“Did you have fun?” Andri asked in a sleepy voice.

“Yes, nothing too serious. We rolled around together then Tegan sucked my cock. The boy has potential. Then we swam in the sea.”

“I wonder who will be first to take his virgin ass?” Andri mused. “Anyway, come to bed and hold me. Tomorrow we will both be pretty busy. You to meet the Queen’s horse warriors and me to meet with the King. I wonder how that will go?”

*    *    *

Andri was shown to the King’s quarters by a young page boy. When he entered, he found the King with his bard, Draig. Draig’s harp was a beautiful thing of aged oak, and he played it softly as he and the King conversed.

On seeing Andri, Cyndyllan came forward, took him in a warrior’s embrace, and kissed him on his forehead. Draig smiled at him and bowed his head.

“I asked Draig to stay awhile and play for us. I would hear you sing again.”

“Gladly, Lord King.” Andri looked at Draig. “Would you be averse to accompanying me if I sang Shadow-style?”

“You are learning that already?” said the King’s bard, surprised.

“No, the technique was taught to me by Brynnan Marec Mavrenn. I propose just a simple ballad invoking longing for a loved one. ‘The Lay of Eilen Brav.’”

“A good choice. You can start unaccompanied, and I will join in on the chorus lines.” Draig turned to the King. “Does that suit, my Lord?”

“Indeed. I look forward to it; just don’t make me fall in love,” Cyndyllan laughed.

Andri smiled. Then he walked over to the window overlooking the sea. Half turned away from the King, he simply stood at ease, hands by his sides and began. In Shadow-singing, the emphasis was on the song, not the singer. There was no drama, just music. And it fostered powerful emotions.

Andri’s beautiful baritone voice began softly, then followed the story in its twists and turns. Longing was imbued in his voice, and the King felt his emotions responding. There was no doubt that Andri had the technique, although full mastery could take years.

Draig sang the chorus with Andri. His tenor voice in the Shadow-style complemented Andri’s in poignant harmony.

The day’s cares dropped from the King’s mind, and he entered wholly into the present moment where there was just Andri, Draig and the song. Shivers of pure pleasure ran down his spine as he heard the desire in the young singer’s voice. Then, with a final harmony between the two singers, the song ended, and Cyndyllan felt a sweet sadness but also peace.

The King was inspired to take three more songs from Andri before he decided to let him rest. Draig rose to leave, but the King called him over. He unfastened a gold chain from his wrist and put it upon Draig’s.

“You have pleased me exceedingly today, Draig. Your voice and Andri’s were made for each other. Expect to be kept busy while my young friend is here at Yrys.”

“Thank you, my King. My day is brightened like sunlight shining through a rain shower. The Mother-of-All’s blessings are upon you, Lord.” Draig bowed deeply and left.

“Now, Andri, it is just you and I. Your Shadow-voice has power in it. Did you know?”

“My King, when I was kidnapped by the Lord of Redstone, Brynnan, my Master, came into that den to free me. We sang the entire hall to sleep while we made our escape. I did not know until then what power could be in it. I have been well-cautioned in its use.”

“That is wise. But now tell me: how do your studies go. Is Daraou still fussing over you like a mother hen? Tell me your news. And I would hear of you and Col if you are willing. He must be a brave young man to have travelled all the way alone from the southern plains to find you.”

So Andri found himself talking to the King as if he were a friend his own age. He was under no illusion about the importance of his own small doings, but he understood that the King sometimes needed to just set his burdens down, so Andri kept his news entertaining and light. Cyndyllan had him focus on how he and Col maintained their relationship, but that was fine with Andri. He could not get tired of talking about his lover.

“We never take each other for granted, yet we are not possessive with each other: we don’t need to be. I am sure of Col’s love, as he is of mine.”

“And he does not mind sharing you on occasion?”

“As long as I keep no secrets from him. We are open with each other. If we make friends, we may share our bodies with others, but I can count on the fingers of one hand who I have been intimate with since Col and I came together at ArMor-ys.”

“So he would not mind if you and I shared more than conversation?”

“He does not mind, my Lord. I told him of our last encounter, and I will tell him of this one by your leave. And I am like that with him: if something brings him joy, it gladdens my heart.”

“And can I bring you joy, Andri? It is entirely up to you. You have already gifted me this day.”

“My King, let me serve you as I did before. You may do with me as you will. I am prepared for anything.”

“But of course you are!” the King laughed. “As happens, so am I.”

Cyndyllan led Andri to his own sleeping chamber. Last time, Andri had simply knelt and sucked the King’s cock, but he and the King undressed each other on this day. Andri admired the King’s body, with its battle scars. The hair of his head, black but threaded with grey, worn loose to his shoulders, curled about a strong, bearded face. Dark blue eyes sparkled with both warmth and wisdom. His body hair was black, trimmed about the genitals, and He was robust rather than tall: well-muscled with only a slight belly. The King’s semi-erect cock was thick and smooth, and his ball sack hung heavy and full. He radiated a compact power and readiness to act.

The King obviously admired Andri’s body and cock, for his eyes shone with appreciation. He reached out and took Andri in an embrace and kissed him. His mouth was sensuous and lips firm. Andri accepted the exploring tongue willingly and kissed him in return. Then they moved onto the bed. Andri acted on his instincts, putting aside all hesitation. He slid down on the King’s body and took his cock in his mouth. Cyndyllan stroked his blond-streaked hair and played his hands through it. Then it was his turn to go down on Andri. He sucked the erect penis, then licked the young singer’s balls. He was surprisingly skilled, and Andri shuddered in pleasure.

Cyndyllan explored Andri’s body, finding the sensitive spots. He rolled the young singer face-down on the bed and kissed his back. Then he moved down to his ass, parted his buttocks and rimmed him, which caused Andri to moan and say, “Take my ass, please, Lord.”

“Are you sure, Andri?” the King asked.

“Yes, Lord, I’m well-prepared.”

“When we are alone, call me by my name, Cyndyllan. I intend that we should be partners in bed, not ruler and ruled.”

“Yes, Cyndyllan, Lord.”

The King applied lubricant liberally from the bottle beside them, both to his cock and hand. He straddled the young singer and penetrated his ass with his fingers. Andri felt his prostate being stimulated.

“Turn back over. I want to see your face when I fuck you.”

Andri obliged. He raised his hips and spread his legs, looking fearlessly into the King’s eyes. Cyndyllan gripped Andri’s slim hips while his cock probed at the rectal opening. Andri felt it pushing against him, and he raised one leg over Cyndyllan’s shoulder, making his ass more accessible. The cock’s thick head entered him, and Andri grunted. He felt a flare of fire in his loins as his lust rose. Then the penis was in. The King paused, then resumed his pushing.

He carefully watched Andri’s face for cues, but Andri said, “Go ahead, Cyndyllan, Lord. I am ready for you.”

“Meet with me,” said the King, and the young singer lifted his hips to match Cyndyllan’s thrusts. The fucking became fierce. They strove with each other, each attempting to drive the cock in deepest. Andri was conscious of his desire to cum, but he held himself off with effort. ‘Let the King cum first!’ he thought.

Andri managed it until Cyndyllan, with a cry of pure pleasure, let go and ejaculated deep into Andri’s ass. He gave more hard thrusts to wring every drop of his ejaculate out. When the King finally opened his eyes, Andri said, “I’m cumming for you, Lord,” and shot his load. His cum spurted out over his chest and Cyndyllan’s gaze fastened upon the throbbing cock while he took his hand and rubbed the cum over Andri’s stomach. Then the King slumped on top of his young lover, and Andri felt their hot skin sliding in the cum. He adored it.

Cyndyllan kissed Andri deeply. “Rest awhile with me. I’m not finished yet. I can manage another go if you’re willing.”

“I am more than willing, Cyndyllan, Lord.”

They lay together, stroking each other until Andri felt his cock stirring again. Re-living their act brought it to hardness again, just thinking of the King pumping into him. He reached down and stroked himself idly, then he took the King’s cock in hand, finding it stirring once more to stiffness.

“Now, Andri. Are you up for taking my ass?”

Andri was surprised but found the prospect intensely arousing. He thought back on his training with Geraint, his old sexual Master, and recalled those times Geraint had let Andri fuck him. He was determined to put all his training into effect and not disappoint this man he was with.

When the King turned onto all fours, Andri knelt behind him. It was his turn to apply the lube, and he was careful to use his hand to warm up the rectal passage ready to receive him. He kissed Cyndyllan’s back before introducing his large cock into the King’s ass, mindful that he might not have been fucked for a long time.

Cyndyllan took it, but Andri held off and frequently paused until he felt the King relax.

“Give it all to me now,” he was told.

He pushed his cock in the whole length, feeling heat, tightness, and muscles constricting around his shaft. It aroused him intensely. He did not think in terms of King and apprentice, but as just two males who were able to give each other this bountiful gift. His thrusting increased in both frequency and intensity, and this time, Cyndyllan pushed back against his cock to meet him. Andri heard his balls slapping against the King’s ass and testicles. He reached a hand underneath Cyndyllan and grasped his cock.

As the friction increased, Andri applied more lubricant. The going was now heavy and fast, and Andri warned the King that his orgasm was imminent.

“I want to pull out and cum on your ass, Cyndyllan.”

“Whatever you wish, young man,” was the reply.

Andri would have liked to shoot his cum deep into the King’s ass, but he thought he better be more circumspect for this first time. So when the orgasm overtook him, he pulled out and stroked himself, milking his cock and pumping thick semen over the naked ass-cheeks before him. The young singer groaned, barely resting before he encouraged the King to turn over, to take Cyndyllan’s cock in his mouth so Andri could suck him to completion.

This time, both were exhausted with the extent of their fucking. Nevertheless, Andri complimented the King. “You have the stamina of a young stag in rut, Cyndyllan, Lord.”

“And you are a young stag, Andri,” responded the King.

Afterwards, they stood together under the waterfall shower and bathed each other. Belatedly, an odd shyness came over Andri as he was washed by the King, and he blushed. The King noticed as he laughed and kissed the young singer.

*    *    *

Later, Andri found he couldn’t stop smiling as he played over the events in his mind. When Col finally entered their chamber, he was smiling too, like a cat with the cream. On seeing each other, they both broke out laughing.

“It looks like it went well for both of us!” said Col. “Andri, it’s good to see you looking relaxed.”

“How was your time with Queen Aerfen and her warriors?”

“Excellent,” said Col, “but you tell me about your time with the King first. Tell me everything!”

So Andri did. “I felt strange at first, fucking the King’s ass. But then I put it into the perspective that we were just two friends, sharing joy—”

“Which you were.”

“—Which I was, Yes. And Draig and I sang. Draig’s voice and mine blend together well. We sang ‘The Lay of Eilen Brav’ together.”

“That one always gets to me when you sing it,” remarked Col. “I fall in love with you all over again.”

“Well, I think it got to the King. It soothed him and prepared him for our further activities.”

“You do think ahead.”

“I try to. Now tell me about your time with the Queen. Did you get to practice any sword fighting on horseback? Did you take a well-behaved horse?”

“Yes, we practised, and no, I did not take a well-behaved horse. I took Aristan.”

“That rogue of a horse!” said Andri, genuinely surprised. “Did he behave?”

“He tried not to. But that was the whole point; to put him in stressful situations where he has to pay attention,”

“Is he trained in battle moves?”

“Yes, he can be an effective horse when he is made to be mindful. But you should have seen Queen Aerfen’s Guard. They are impressive. And they asked me for advice! Can you imagine?”

Andri laughed. “If our friend Celyn could see you with them, he wouldn’t be referring to you as a stable boy!”

“He just does that to get under my skin. But guess who else was there?”

“Who?”

“The warrior Chieftain Catlin Cryf. The one who spent the night with Geraint when we were at the Narib conference. She has fond memories of him.”

“I bet she has!”

“But you should see her ride. She is fierce. She nearly knocked me off my horse with a sideswipe, and we were not using practice swords either!”

“Be careful, Col. What did you do?”

“You know me. I just dropped to the side of Aristan’s saddle, and her sword passed over where my head would have been?”

“Was she trying to kill you?” said Andri, turning pale.

“No, she had heard of me from Master Gabrien, and she said she knew I could deal with it. It was great fun!”

“Fun indeed. You will turn my hair grey!”

“Anyway, I’m here, aren’t I? Don’t be upset. Let’s go to bed together; just us.”

Sounds good, beloved. I have a feeling that later on, we are going to meet some of these parents the King mentioned, towing their daughters along. It won’t influence me, but it might be entertaining to watch them try.”

Col smiled wickedly and let Andri lead him to their bed.

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 To be continued . . .