Col and Andri: The Summer Queen

A Wild Ride

King Cyndyllan had warned Andri that parents would want to introduce their daughters, and it was so. In the Great Hall that evening after the feast, Andri and Col were treated to a procession of young women. Andri remained courteous yet noncommittal, but Col played the demon and flirted outrageously.

“Behave yourself!” hissed Andri to his lover. “Some of these poor girls may get their hopes up about you!”

Col quieted down when the priest, Cadwyr, joined them to fend off some of the more persistent people.

“The Forest God will choose,” he reminded them.

Andri was preparing to see the bard, Emrys, concerning some requested songs when the Chieftain, Aeron, father of the twins Gwenllaeth and Tegan, approached them.

“Greetings to you, Andri of Torrent Mountain and Horsemaster Col. Have you seen my offspring this evening?”

“I am pretty sure it was Gwenllaeth we saw earlier. At least, I think it was her. She had flowers twined in her hair.”

“She didn’t speak to you?”

“No, She stared at Andri for a while and then left,” said Col.

“I know she very much wants to be Chosen. But frankly, I would be just as happy if she went into the wood after the Dance and found some nice young man. If the result was a child, we would welcome it. But this hanging around with her brother, playing their games, is unhealthy. I’d like to see her strike out on her own.”

“But what of Tegan? He seems a lonely young man,” said Andri.

Aeron frowned. “That boy . . .I don’t know what to do with him. He won’t give up this obsession with looking and dressing like his sister. I know he partly does it to anger me. The problem is he reminds me so much of my wife; may the Spirits guide her soul. I wish Tegan would at least cut his hair shorter. I've been lax in discipline. I might have to take him in hand.”

Col wondered how the Chieftain could be so oblivious to his son’s plight. He remembered himself and Tegan making out in the dunes. Tegan had lain on top of him, and the feel of his hair sweeping Col’s bare shoulders still brought shivers of pleasure.

“Have you thought of engaging him more, as in Warrior training?” asked Andri.

“Oh, the boy knows his swordplay—as does Gwenllaeth. I have had my men train him, but sometimes he just doesn’t listen. He drives me to distraction.” Aeron sighed. “But enough about my wayward children. I’m sure every parent has bent your ear tonight. The day after tomorrow is our celebration. But you, Andri, do you plan to sing tonight?”

“Yes, very shortly. Bard Emrys is here, and we shall perform together. You will excuse me, Chieftain; I see him beckoning to me now.”

When Aeron was gone, Col remarked to Andri, “He could try engaging with his son, for once. I think Tegan craves his father’s loving attention.”

“Yes, it’s an unfortunate situation. We at least can show Tegan our friendship,” said Andri. “But I think Gwenllaeth’s father has a point about her meeting someone in the wood. Just let it not be me!”

“Just don’t go in the wood on Summer’s First Night, and that’s also Grandmother Eleni’s warning.”

Andri squeezed Col’s hand as he stepped over to talk to Emrys.

*    *    *

The next day, the King showed Col his stables. His horses were mainly of the hardy and capable ArMynydd breed, Cyndyllan favouring the black ones. Col made much of the beasts, and he and the King spent a pleasant time discussing the points of each one.

“The Queen is busy today with preparations for the celebrations. Why don’t you come out with me this afternoon and join in my own practice session on horseback? My warriors and I train frequently—I like to keep in shape. Bring Andri with you.”

“I would be honoured to do so, King. Andri’s horse has had a sore leg and is resting, but we will gladly attend if you provide one for him.”

Andri was more skeptical when he heard. “It is one thing to cross swords with the Queen’s warriors, but what if Cyndyllan asks you to engage with him? I know you are not the type to let someone prevail because of their rank, but will you risk it?”

“I am sure the King’s own warriors don’t hold back with him—he would not let them. But you overestimate my own abilities. Although Master Gabrien is very skilled in teaching me, I am just learning. Worry more for me!”

“I do, especially after your encounter with Catlin Cryf yesterday. But I suppose there is no honourable way out of this predicament. Just try to divert the King’s attention onto demonstrating his horses’ battle moves. Will you take Aristan again?”

“No, in deference to you, my lover, I will take grey Dewr. That mare is always willing to show off and is named for her brave temperament.”

“At least there is that.”

So Andri and Col attended the King and his warrior companions in the practice field. They were treated to a display of skilled combat moves, and Col was asked to critique them. He kept his answers truthful yet humble, only saying what his Master would do in such a situation, not himself, and so won the acceptance of the men. Then the King asked for a display of Col’s skills and, as he had promised, the young Horsemaster demonstrated some battle moves using hands-free techniques.

“This next sequence of moves requires a direct one-on-one relationship with your horse. You don’t want others training the horse for you here. The horse has to learn to listen and trust only you. Have your men ‘attack’ me, oh King, and I will be unhorsed. Try to overcome me when I am down. Then you will see what Dewr will do.”

Three warriors rode at Col, two with swords drawn, one with a javelin. As the weapon passed over him, Col lay back flat in the saddle and allowed himself to roll off the horse. Dewr at first shied aside so as not to trample on him, but when the warriors converged on his fallen rider, she leapt into action. Standing protectively over Col, his horse reared and lashed out with her front hooves, with loud, challenging cries. The mare would not allow the others to get near, and her fierce demeanour intimidated their own horses.

Andri, watching, felt his heart stutter in fear. Surely, Col would be trampled by his own horse! But with the grace of a dancer, the grey mare placed her hooves carefully and effectively. Then, as the men broke away temporarily to regroup, Col called a command in his own tongue, and Dewr promptly came to her knees, crouching beside him. Col rolled again and seized the horse’s mane, hauling himself onto her back in one fluid motion. The horse rose up and leapt away from the oncoming warriors with a mighty kick of her back legs. Col raised his arm to signal a halt to the action and rode back to the King’s group. The warriors loudly complimented him, and the King asked him to explain what he had done.

“If I am unhorsed and injured, Dewr will defend me. I prefer training mature mares for this who have had at least one foal because I am taking advantage of her protective maternal instinct. She will not trample her own foal, and she will go to great lengths to defend me, even at the risk of her own injury. She is voice-trained in many moves. I like to have the option to ride her hands-free, like your warriors, so I can fight and just use voice and leg aids to command her. She is also taught to defend me independently if I am unconscious.”

“Would that you could stay longer and work with my men; have them train their horses in this skill,” mused the King.

“Perhaps in future, my Master would support an exchange of training. There is much to learn from each other, my Lord King.”

After the workout, the men retired to a sheltered building on the side of the practice field, where they sat and drank ale. But even there, Col was not allowed to rest. Men took him outside to look at their own horses and have him offer suggestions for various training and behavioural issues. The young Wanderer’s easy manner and down-to-earth rapport won the respect of the seasoned warriors. Col was quick to attribute his own skills to Master Gabrien, whose prowess was well-known among them.

In the hall, the King addressed Andri. “When we return, I have some time before I must meet with my counsellors on a matter. I invite both you and Col to attend me in my chambers. I would talk further about the demonstration of the skills your friend shows. If Master Gabrien had not co-opted him, I would offer him a place on my guard, young as he is.”

“I thank you for the honour you do us, my King, but I would not be parted from him.”

“I will not test you further just now, Andri. I understand. You both have a rare bond.”

“But, if it pleases you, we will attend you. Give us a little time to wash the dust from ourselves.”

The King just smiled.

*    *    *

As Andri had suspected, the King had more on his mind than just talk, although they did spend time discussing what had taken place on the field. When, during their conversation, the King reached over and took Andri’s hand, the young singer gripped it back.

“Again, I am willing to please you however you wish, my King.”

“I told you to call me by name when we are alone. Col is included too.”

“I am happy to serve you, Cyndyllan, Lord,” said Col. “Why don’t Andri and I start to make love, and you join in as you wish?”

“Col!” protested Andri at his lover’s boldness, blushing.

“No, Col is quite within his rights,” affirmed the King. “The offer is a generous one, and it would please me to see how you two deal with each other.”

“Come, ves’tacha,” said Col to his lover. “Let us show the King what our love looks like.”

Both young men stripped and faced each other. Col displayed his muscular, lean body, and the King’s gaze roved over it to fasten on Col’s dusky cock, already becoming erect. Col kissed Andri, and the two ran their hands over one another. Col touched Andri’s balls, cupping them in his hand.

Andri was self-conscious at first, but Col’s persistent kisses won him over, and he felt himself relaxing into them. Then the young Wanderer sank to his knees. He smoothed his hand down Andri’s chest while gripping the erect shaft with his other hand. When he bent and put his mouth over the cock, King Cyndyllan made a sound.

“You may direct me, young man,” he said to Col.

Col paused to say, “Strip too, my Lord Cyndyllan, and touch yourself so we can see.”

The King took Col’s suggestion and removed his clothes to reveal his powerful body. He sat on the nearby divan, legs open, and began to stroke himself slowly as he watched Col suck Andri’s cock. Col put all his love and skill into the act, and he soon had Andri moaning. The young singer tangled his hand in Col’s long, curling dark hair, pulling him onto his cock.

“Come stand before me, both of you,” Cyndyllan said, his voice husky with desire.

They did so. The King touched both their erect cocks and genitals, then he leaned forward and took Col’s cock in his mouth before switching to Andri’s. He sucked them both, his lust rising even as his cock did.

“Now us,” said Col.

Both knelt before the King, taking turns sucking his thick cock. This pleased Cyndyllan greatly, prompting him to eventually say, “Come to the bed, my two lovers.”

Reclining on the bed, the three kissed each other deeply, their moans and sighs providing a counterpoint.

“Col, let me see you fuck Andri.”

Col needed no further urging. He directed his lover onto all fours and said to the King, “Sit where Andri can reach your cock with his mouth. Let him suck you while I enter him.”

Col played his cock, dripping precum, against Andris’s rectal passage as Andri bent his head to take the King’s cock in his mouth. When Col’s cock pushed its way in, Andri sucked the penis shaft, sliding his tongue around the head at each stroke. The young Horsemaster fucked Andri slowly at first, in no hurry. He poured lubricant onto his lover’s ass, moistening his cock simultaneously and revelling in its hot sliding action. But he didn’t want the King to cum just yet.

“Join me, Cyndyllan, Lord. We are both well prepared for you.”

Col withdrew and moved to lie down, pulling Andri on top of him. He penetrated his lover from this new position while the King shifted until he was over Andri’s ass.

“Can you take us both, Andri?” asked the King in wonder.

“Go ahead, my Lord. I am not practised at this, but desire drives me.”

As Col continued moving his cock inside Andri, the King added lubricant to his own cock and hand. At first, he thrust his fingers in, feeling Col’s shaft sliding in and out. He carefully placed his cock at the entrance and pushed in as Col paused to allow him entry,

Andri grunted, but he was gradually able to relax his rectal muscles enough until both cocks were inside him. The King thrust in counterpoint to Col.

The young Horsemaster felt the tightness of Andri’s stretched asshole and the sliding of the King’s hard cock against his own. He kept things slow, allowing Cyndyllan to set the pace and this time, it did not take long.

Cyndyllan groaned, “I’m going to cum in you, Andri.”

Both young men felt the flood of hot ejaculate. Col almost came on the spot, but he held himself off.

As the King withdrew his dripping member, he said, “Now you two: return the favour and take me. I, too, am prepared.”

Andri would have said something, but Col withdrew his cock and turned to the King, who was now on all fours. “Come on, lover,” he said to Andri. “We will do this in turns: you first until you cum, and then I.”

His lover did not object and so found himself kneeling behind Cyndyalln. Andri gripped the firm ass before him and pushed his cum-soaked cock inside. This time he had a hard time holding back from cumming inside the King, but as of the day before, he managed until he withdrew and came over Cyndyllan’s ass. Then Col moved in almost seamlessly.

Col thrust now with vigour, pounding into the ass before him.

“Cum inside me, Col,” the King said suddenly, and the young Wanderer did not refuse.

Col thrust purposefully, saying, “Take my cum now, Lord.” He cried out as his orgasm took place, waves of ecstasy wringing every drop of cum from him. But when he withdrew, his cock was still hard.

“Now you again, Andri, I can still go.”

Andri lay on his back and let Col enter him from the front. The King stretched alongside the young singer and began to kiss him while he was fucked by Col.

“Mmm . . .I’m cumming again!”

“Give it to me, love,” gasped Andri between kisses.

Col spasmed with the force of the ejaculation. “I’m wrung out,” he laughed. I think that was more of a dry cum. Cyndyllan, Lord, I believe you got most of it.”

“And I thank you for that gift, young man. I can’t remember the last time I took a man’s semen. My partners have all been too deferential.”

Beside him, Andri blushed, remembering his own reluctance the previous day.

They kissed and embraced for a time before bathing together under the waterfall shower. The King said, “Both of you make me young again. You have my gratitude. Is there anything I can give you, my friends?”

Col was quick to answer, forestalling Andri, “Just your continuing friendship, Cyndyllan, Lord. Andri and I are grateful: you have allowed us a place in your realm and a home where we can be together, my vest’acha and I.”

Andri smiled, feeling relieved. He would have said the exact same thing.

*    *    *

“That was intense,” said Andri as he and Col walked among the dunes. The sea rolled in, singing its eternal song. Dark shore birds pecked among the tide pools further down, where rock encroached upon the sandy shore. “I just hope the King doesn’t get too fond of us!”

“Well, you will go and sing ‘Eilen Brav’ at him and invoke emotions of love,” replied Col, grinning. “Maybe you need to sing some Shadow-songs of loss and parting.”

“And you will go and suggest you and he both penetrate me. I didn’t know if I could manage! I’ve only done it twice before, with Brynnan and Geraint.”

“You managed just fine. It was exciting. Admit it!” Col nudged his lover with his elbow.

“Yes, it excited me like crazy. You are a wicked man. And you insisted on cumming in his ass.”

“He liked it. You heard him. Everyone else is too inhibited.”

“Yes, like me. I don’t just go around shooting my cum into Kings’ asses any day of the Moon. It’s not done.”

“I could say more, but look: I’m biting my tongue. It’s too easy to tease you.”

“Yes, I know,” Andri sighed.

Col turned and seized Andri’s shoulders. He kissed him hard. “I love you anyway.”

Breaking apart, they continued on. Then Col said, “Look! Isn’t that Tegan?”

“No! It’s Gwellaeth! She’s wearing flowers. Quick, let’s hide!”

“No, I’m sure it’s Tegan,” Col insisted. “He’s waving.”

Col waved back, and Andri groaned, afraid he was mistaken. But as the young person drew closer, he determined that it was indeed Tegan. The boy’s smile was open and friendly, and he looked happy to see them.

“Andri, Col! Wait, I have something for you.” Tegan reached into a pouch fastened to his belt and drew out something. Opening his hand, he revealed two exquisite green spiral shells. “Look. They are perfect. I collected them for you.”

Andri and Col each took a shell. Col was touched: he kissed their young friend on the cheek.

“The flowers in your hair become you,” Andri laughed. “You’ve been in the wood, gathering wild hyacinths. You look like a faun or a forest spirit.”

“Yes, I was just daydreaming. I stopped in a glade and played with myself. But it wasn’t the same without you two. Well, tomorrow is the celebration and the Dance, then First Summer Night. Perhaps after that, we can get together.”

“Walk with us now, Tegan. It’s not as if Andri is at risk of being seen with you. I am with him, too.”

“But people can’t tell if it’s Gwenllaeth or me. I probably shouldn’t have worn the flowers.”

“Where is Gwenllaeth? Did you leave her in the wood?” asked Andri.

“She has been in a mood lately. She stayed to talk with our Father. I wish I could do that, but he just finds an excuse not to talk to me, or he berates me.”

Col suddenly had a peculiar feeling. He spoke to Tegan but felt his voice was coming from a distance and was barely conscious of himself. “He will change. It is coming soon. Be aware of it.”

Tegan looked at him strangely but didn’t seem too concerned. Andri, however, paled.

“Col . . .” he said.

“What did I just say?” Col asked.

“It’s not what you said. It’s the way you put it. I think you are beginning to take after your Grandmother Eleni.”

Col reflected. Eleni the Seer: he knew he shared her mind-gift. Did he share in more than that? Had he just uttered his first Prophecy?

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To be continued . . .