≈ Ch. 3: CROSSING A LINE ≈
~ Painful farewell ~
In the early afternoon, Jason was in the Antechamber, alone. He went there as part of his duty as pupil of the Guardian, as he was supposed to study the Sacred Tomes and the mysterious objects scattered on the floor hoping to guess what their meaning or scope was.
But he wasn’t giving more than a passing glance at the Tome open in front of him: his mind was still in Deimos’ bedroom, where he peeked at the First Husband making love to his Wife. He couldn’t forget the excitement he felt feasting his eyes on Deimos’ muscular body flexing and twitching during the sex. And he couldn’t forget how deeply Deimos’ masculinity overwhelmed him, while talking afterwards.
«I’m just in awe of him…» – he tried to convince himself – «After all, he’s the First Husband, and he also ventures outdoors, putting his life at risk, to gather food and Holy Stones for us to survive… We all owe him everything, it’s only fair that I admire him… right?»
But deep inside, Jason feared that somehow he’d become an invo, a pathetic lost man who seeks other men, like only a woman should…
“Hey, kid, you’re here…” – the Guardian’s voice boomed in the room, making Jason leap on the chair – “Claire’s funeral is about to begin, you’d better come with me.”
“Yes, Archon” – Jason promptly replied, quickly putting away the Sacred Tome and his hidden fears, and followed his mentor.
They exited the Antechamber, crossed the Birth Room, and entered the spacious main hall. Archon opened a door hidden in the stone wall and began climbing a rusty spiral staircase, with Jason close behind. At the top, they emerged into a wide circular chamber enclosed by stone; but a large section of the wall was made of glass, allowing Jason, for the first time in his life, to glimpse the outside world.
It was blindingly bright; in the blue sky two fiery Suns cast their lethal rays on an arid land made of reddish dirt. A few sparse low trees and bushes were the only things alive visible in the desolate panorama. It wasn’t an inviting environment, not at all; and Jason knew well that for a Pale, going outdoors would’ve meant sure death, as the unmerciful rays of the twin Suns were lethal for everyone, except the Darks. And yet, Jason’s heart thumped hard in his chest, while he pushed his gaze as far as he could, without any stone wall blocking his sight. He almost felt dizzy, unused as he was to such a wide sight, and tore his gaze away from the breathtaking panorama.
“This is the Entrance Hall” – the Guardian explained – “and Pales are not allowed here, because it’s dangerous for them. Boba-Maiii prevents the lethal radiations of the twin Suns from passing through the glass, but still staying here it’s dangerous for us. You’d better stand over there, in that shadowy corner. Now silence: they’re bringing Claire in.”
Four Darks entered the Entrance Hall from a different, wider door hidden in the stone wall, and Jason immediately recognized Deimos, in the front row; they were carrying on their shoulders a low catafalque, with Claire on top of it. She was covered with a white linen that hid her body but left visible her beautiful face and her delicate pale feet. The men stood for a moment in the middle of the hall, in silence, and then moved toward the glass doors.
“Quick!” – the Guardian warned Jason – “Move to the farthest and most shadowy corner! They’re opening the doors!”
The doors slid automatically sideways when the men got close, letting them go outside. A gentle zephyr filled the hall with the outside air, that smelled of dust and exotic spices. Both Archon and Jason inhaled deeply, as that was the only fleeting contact they could have with the harsh outside world.
The men placed the catafalque on the ground, a bit afar from the doors, and came back in, taking their place around the Guardian.
Archon stood silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and stood high, raising his hands: “Laudon!” – he invoked, and then waited until all the men, including Jason, bent a knee in sign of reverence. All around the glass doors appeared an ethereal blue light, and Archon prayed aloud: “O mighty Boba-Maiii, hear the plea of your servants! Take our beloved Claire with you and bring her up in the sky, to give her the resting place she deserves!”
A bright light exploded outside, enveloping the catafalque; through the light, the men looked with wide eyes Claire levitating mid-air, and then slowly turning into a myriad of small colored rays of light the wandered randomly around the vanishing corpse to then move upwards, to get lost in the blue sky. In no more than a couple minutes, the white linen that covered Claire’s corpse fell down, empty.
“She’s no more” – Archon announced in a sad tone – “but she will live forever in our hearts. May Boba-Maiii have mercy on her soul.”
Jason was deeply touched. He loved Claire, though he never had many chances to talk to her, and the astounding way her body had vanished in the thin air had left him breathless. He raised his head and saw Deimos, with his head turned a bit away, to hide his deep frown. A single tear was leaving a thin wet trail on his handsome face.
Jason felt his heart throb, seeing the fierce black man crushed by the pain of losing again his Wife, like he already had to do too many times. With small, cautious steps he moved closer to Deimos and placed his hand on Deimos’ back, to comfort him. Deimos winced and turned around with an alarmed expression: “Don't touch me!” – he hissed, and then added in a commanding, almost rude tone: “You’d better stay in the shadow. It’s dangerous for a Pale stay in the light, didn’t the Guardian warn you?”
Jason nodded his head, ashamed, and moved back to the dark corner. He didn’t expect Deimos to react that way, and felt hurt. Apparently, it wasn’t really true what Deimos said that very morning, after the Insemination, when he claimed that he felt at ease with Jason and was not afraid to show him even his most intimate sides.
He heard a choked gasp, and turned to Archon, who was watching with a worried expression the ethereal light surrounding the door turning from blue to red.
“Boba-Maiii is angry” – the Guardian said gravely – “He won’t answer our pleas again until he’s satisfied. Deimos, you and the other Darks will venture outside tomorrow to dig for Holy Stones. Make sure you return with at least two, so that Boba-Maiii may once again bestow his favor upon us. And if you can hunt some prey, or gather fruit, it would be much appreciated, but your priority must be digging the Holy Stones.”
“Come, quick!” – Archon then curtly said to Jason, moving to the small spiral staircase – “Without Boba-Maiii’s protection, even staying in the Entrance Hall can be deadly for us Pales!”
~ Overtime insemination ~
When they landed in the main hall, they noticed there was some commotion, and several Pales were talking with anxiety, in a low voice. The Guardian talked to a group of Pales nearby and then came back to Jason: “There’s a problem with Pearl. Apparently, this morning she took her bath too early after the Insemination, and part of the five loads she got were lost. Her monthly fertility window is about to close: the husbands must inseminate her again, as soon as possible! Quick, go to the Nuptial Chambers, look for the First Husband and help him get ready.”
Jason ran to Deimos’ room and found him sitting on the massage table, with a disconsolate expression. As soon as he saw Jason entering the room, he shot him a pleading glance and implored: “I can’t do it… Please, don’t force me… I couldn’t bear it now…”
“So, you know about Pearl…” – Jason replied, and then moved closer to Deimos, looking straight into his eyes. “I know this seems the worst moment ever for an insemination, but life and death have always been intertwined, they’re two faces of the same medal. You’re mourning a loved one, but you can now fill another loved one with the sparkle of a new life. Don’t give up on this chance. Not for the Guardian, not for Eclipse: do it for yourself and for Pearl. Trust me and let me help you, and you’ll soon find comfort in the warm embrace of your wife.”
Deimos was hit by Jason’s words, and though still unsure, he removed his own loincloth and lay down on the table, while Jason took the perfumed oil. When Jason was about to lower his hands, Deimos said in a whisper: “Please… be gentle...”
With a tender smile, Jason put his palms on Deimos’ chest, like the first time, and began a slow, sensual massage, taking handfuls of his bulging pecs and gently brushing his fingertips on the dark nipples. Deimos closed his eyes and literally put himself into Jason’s hands, hoping he could do his magic again.
Jason’s hands moved all over Deimos’ body, exploring with reverence every crevice and every mound, sneaking between the balls and the thighs, and further down, toward Deimos’ inviolate backdoor. Jason expected the man to stiffen and reject his touch, but he slightly bent his legs, granting an easier access to the prying fingers.
Not even for a second Jason thought of violating Deimos’ most guarded portal: he poured more oil on his hand and gently massaged the wrinkled areola, playing with the tuft of curly hair protecting the tight hole.
A twitch of the black meat rewarded Jason’s efforts, and he moved again his slick hands up, roaming with deliberate moves the abdomen, the shoulders and the massive biceps. Once more, Deimos gasped when he felt Jason’s trembling lips closing around his nipple, sending shivers of secret pleasure to course through his body, down to his crotch.
Jason glanced down, seeing the thick member coming to life, but it wasn’t enough, and for a moment he feared that Deimos, emotionally drained as he was, just couldn’t get an erection, at that moment. So, Jason went on kissing with passion the man’s torso slowly moving down. He briefly intruded the tip of his tongue into Deimos’ belly button, and the man groaned with unexpected pleasure, while his cock thickened a bit more.
Deimos felt like putty in Jason’s hands. He stood still on the table, with his eyes closed, letting him do his magic. Earlier that morning, a single kiss on his nipple seemed too an ‘invo’ act, but now the many kisses Jason was bestowing on him were making him feel alive and at peace. He trusted Jason, he wouldn’t ever cross that line…
But suddenly he felt Jason’s lips closing around his half-hard cock. His eyes snapped open, and he shot an alarmed glance at Jason, who recoiled a bit to say: “Let me do it, Deimos. You need it.”
“But… it’s… it’s…”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” – Jason said in a warm voice – “As you said, only a real man knows what another real man needs…”
Jason engulfed again Deimos' meat with his wet mouth and put all his passion in servicing the man at his best. He barely knew what to do, as it was the very first time he sucked a virile member, but Deimos couldn’t notice, as it was the first time for him, too.
In a moment, Jason’s world shrank to the now engorged cock filling his mouth. The tip felt velvety under his tongue, and the shaft was both hard and soft at the same time, like a warm cloth enveloping a bar of steel. And the warmth! Deimos’ member seemed to radiate heat waves that made Jason’s mouth eager to go deeper, to take it all.
Deimos opened and closed his mouth, trying to cope with the overwhelming sensations coming from his inflamed cock. Jason’s tongue seemed to be everywhere, on the tip of the glans, on the hard shaft, on the sensitive corona, dancing a maddening dance on his most sensitive spots, while two determined lips massaged his stiff pole, up and down, tirelessly. But what drove Deison crazy was when Jason created a vacuum in his mouth, literally sucking the juices out of his manhood.
“Ohmygod…!” – Deimos groaned when Jason, in the heat of the moment, pushed his face down hard, making the engorged cock bump on the back of his throat. Jason gagged and quickly recoiled, but the contact was long enough to make Deimos fantasize about the pleasure that violating that ultimate door could grant him.
“Do it again…” – Deimos pleaded under his breath, and Jason did it, he pushed again his head down, as far as he could go, trying to relax his throat muscles; it was hard to control the gag reflex, but his man wanted him to do it, and he put all his passion in his task. Deimos groaned softly, waiting… hoping…
“OoooOOOHHH!!!” – the black man moaned loud, when his wide glans finally forced open Jason’s inexperienced throat. Jason gurgled and tried hard to resist, but soon he had to recoil, his eyes filled with tears. Deimos shot a worried glance at him: “Jason… you… you are…”
“I’m your Helper” – he simply replied, wiping his face and proudly pointing to Deimos’ hard and throbbing cock – “It’s about time you go to your Wife. Make love to her like only you can do, take your time and make her delirious again. And don’t leave the door ajar, this time: this must be your private moment of love. I’ll be here when you come back.”
~ Hot bath ~
Deimos moved to the Alcove, where Pearl was waiting for him, just like last time; but this time, true to his word, Jason firmly closed the door behind Deimos, and didn’t peek inside, to give the lovers the privacy they needed. While tidying up the massage table, Jason stifled a knowing grin, hearing Pearl moan loud, hitting her climax; and a while later, she moaned even louder, making Jason proud of Deimos, whose virility was making Pearl delirious again, and proud of himself, for having ‘helped’ Deimos being such an intense lover.
Deimos’ guttural moan echoed through the door, and Jason felt a warm shiver, picturing in his mind his massive black body straining in the ecstasy of the orgasm, while his mighty member pumped gallons of man juice deep into his wife.
He turned to the door, and after a few moments Deimos came out, with a thin gossamer thread of sperm still dripping from his cock; his eyes were shiny and his smile lit up the room. “You did your magic again” – he said with an admired glance, and Jason shook his head: “I’d say that you did your magic again. Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear something, and I guess you made Pearl cum twice again, didn’t you? I bet she’s madly in love with you, you’re such a caring and tireless lover… Come, you deserve a prize for your valiance!”
Jason took Deimos by his hand and pulled him toward the sunken bathtub; the water was warm and clean. He gently pushed Deimos inside and waited for him to lie down comfortably: “No massage for you, this time: I’ll pay homage to your superior manliness by thoroughly washing you”. Deimos smiled, shaking his head, because never in his life a helper had such sweet attentions to him; but his smile faded when he saw Jason pulling up his tunic: “Are you going to lie in the water with me… naked?”
Jason shot him a fatherly glance, like he was letting his child throw a tantrum. “OK, I won’t get naked, then” – he replied, entering the water without taking away his tunic.
“No, wait…” – Deimos protested, but it was too late: Jason was already immersed in the water and taking the sponge. It didn’t take long for Deimos to notice that the wet fabric clung to Jason’s skin in a very erotic way, giving clear glimpses of his hairy chest, his chiseled abs and his remarkable manhood. If possible, Jason looked more naked than if he was actually naked. Deimos smiled shyly and said: “Stupid me… I think I don’t mind if you take away the tunic, after all…”
The wet tunic quickly fell to the floor, next to the bathtub, and Jason started brushing the sponge on Deimos’ back with slow, caring movements, making Deimos sigh for the pleasure of being worshipped that way.
A raucous voice came from the Alcove: the co-husbands had arrived to provide their loads. Jason looked at Deimos and cringed, looking at the suffering expression suddenly darkening his handsome face.
“Take a deep breath!” – he immediately ordered, and when Deimos complied, though not understanding the reason, Jason pushed him underwater and kept him there. He himself dove down the surface and looked straight into Deimos’ eyes, through the clear water, where nothing but silence could be heard. There, under the veil of the merciful warm water, there were no co-husbands, no muffled screams, no lewd comments. There were only the two of them, looking into each other’s eyes.
Jason moved his face an inch toward Deimos’, tentatively, and then another inch… and their lips touched.
It was a chaste kiss, just a brush of the lips, but Jason felt his heart leap out of his chest. Some bubbles escaped from Deimos’ mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t recoil, he didn’t push Jason away.
The kiss ended and they looked again into each other’s eyes, but while in Jason’s gaze there was a tender affection, Deimos looked scared.
They emerged from the water and Jason immediately let out an anxious stream of consciousness: “Forgive me… I should’ve never done it… Please, tell me you’re not angry with me! I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I didn’t want to scare you…!”
“I’m not scared for myself” – Deimos hissed, glancing with worried eyes at the door to the Alcove – “I’m worried for you! The co-husbands are behind that door, and you know how… evil they can be with those I care for! Even earlier, in the Entrance Hall, I knew you only wanted to comfort me, and I loved your heartfelt gesture, but I had to push you away, lest to let them know… how much we care for each other.”
“Do you feel we’re doing… uhm… something wrong?” – Jason asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, but Deimos smiled: “No, but if I were you, I wouldn’t ask the same question to the co-husbands. They just… can’t understand.”
“I’m not sure I understand myself…” – Jason confessed – “I’m so confused…”
“Don’t tell me… When I’m with Pearl I’m on the seventh heaven, but earlier, on the table, when you did… that thing with your mouth, I felt… I don’t know how to put it into words… I felt twice the man I am! I felt at the center of the world, at the center of your world, and the sensations coming from my manhood were… overwhelming!”
“Say…” – Jason asked, shyly – “What about me? You said you felt twice the man you are, but… didn’t you think of me as half of a man, servicing you that way?”
Deimos’ eyes opened wide: “How can you even think of it! I’ve never met anyone, Pale or Dark, who has your determination, your caring attitude, your guts and your nerve! Do you think I didn’t understand how hard it’s been for you to take that step? But you sensed I needed it to perform my husbandly duty, and you didn’t chicken out, you went all the way, I saw the tears in your eyes, and they looked like precious gems to me…”
Jason smiled faintly. He was too shaken, but Deimos’ words had hit him straight to his heart.
~ Heavenly meal ~
“Take a towel and dry yourself” – Deimos said, suddenly all business – “I’ll go to the Pales’ quarters and take a clean tunic for you.”
“I can’t let you, Deimos! It would be… inappropriate! I’m your helper, not the other way round!”
“This is something that should change” – Deimos stated, seriously – “You’re not my servant, and I’m not better or more important than you. We are a team… if this is OK for you.”
“I’m all for it, but… it would be weird. This is a small community, there are social conventions, habits, expectations… and co-husbands.”
“I know, and that’s why we should be careful. I cherish the deep friendship that blossomed between us in such a short span of time, moreover in the moment I most needed support. But the bad-minded co-husbands, who already think ill of me, could easily mistake our friendship for... something else. I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if something bad happens to you because of me…”
Jason looked deeply at Deimos, hit by his sincere and tender tone, and once more he realized how wonderful a man he was. With a sudden, cryptic smile, Jason said: “Sit down on the armchair. You must be exhausted and mentally drained, after all it happened in the last day and a half. Just sit down and relax.”
The helper grabbed a towel, dried off and tied the towel around his waist. He went to the small altar carved in a corner of the room and pronounced the traditional invocation “Laudon!”, immediately bending a knee when the faint blue light appeared around the black cylinder placed in the middle of the altar.
“O mighty Boba-Maiii, you who know all things, you see how Deimos, the First Husband, devotes himself selflessly to you and to Eclipse. His soul is pure, and his heart is valiant. As you know well, omniscient Boba-Maiii, he has recently suffered a terrible loss, and without a moment to mourn his beloved, he’s had to pour all his strength into ensuring offspring for Eclipse. I beg you, from the bottom of my heart, grant him food, nourishing enough to restore his body and… err… his manly vigor, and delightful enough to bring comfort to his grieving heart. Please, Boba-Maiii, do not be angered by my bold plea; but if I have offended you, let your punishment fall upon me, not upon Deimos, who is worthy of all our love and respect.”
When Jason stood up and turned around, holding a steaming bowl of food, Deimos was watching him with wide wet eyes: “No one ever talked about me using such sweet and loving words. I... I'm just a Dark, I do my duty, I don't think I deserve such high praises...”
“Let Boba-Maiii be the judge of that” – Jason replied with a smile, offering to Deimos the bowl, that was filled with small chunks of weird things in different colors, covered by a thick sauce that neither of them could recognize. The smell was mysterious and inebriating. Deimos took a few chunks with the spoon and cautiously put them into his mouth. His reaction warmed Jason's heart: he closed his eyes, moaned softly for the pleasure, and then exclaimed: “This comes straight from the high seat of Boba-Maiii! It's... out of this world! You must taste it!”
Deimos took some more chunks in the spoon and tried to feed them to Jason, who recoiled: “Boba-Maiii created this food for you...”
“If Boba-Maiii didn't think you are a special guy, he wouldn't have listened to your plea. Taste it.”
Jason opened his mouth and closed it around the spoon held by Deimos; and while he savored the amazing taste of the food, his mind couldn't stop thinking that that very spoon came straight from Deimos' mouth, he’d brushed his plump lips and his moist tongue on it, and had wetted it with his saliva... He munched on the delicious food, but held Deimos’ wrist, preventing him from taking the spoon away. After swallowing, Jason took again the empty spoon on his mouth, washing it thoroughly with his saliva, brushing his tongue all over its surface, and then recoiled, looking straight at Deimos. The spoon was perfectly empty and clean, and yet Deimos, still locking eyes with Jason, brought it again to his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and enjoying the warmth left by Jason's mouth on the slick surface.
It was like they were kissing without actually touching each other...
Jason felt his heart race and his face blush beet red for the excitement. He lowered his gaze with embarrassment and noticed that Deimos' manhood, that so far had rested exhausted and spent on the seat, was slowly coming to life again.
With a mischievous grin, he pointed his chin to the thickening member and breathed: “I'd say that Boba-Maiii truly answered my plea: just one bite of his heavenly food, and your... uhm... energy looks totally replenished...”
“You are wicked and impertinent, boy...” – Deimos chuckled – “but remember what we said about being careful. No stunts.”
But despite his own stern warning, each bite Deimos took from the bowl seemed to invigorate and fuel his spent virility more and more...
Jason knew he shouldn’t do that, but he couldn’t help himself: he reached for the beautiful, stiffening member and started giving it an excruciating massage. Deimos put down the empty bowl and faintly shook his head, with a conflicted expression: “Wait… There’s no wife to inseminate… I shouldn’t… We shouldn’t… MMMMHH!!”
Deimos’ weak protest died in a muffled moan of pleasure when Jason took once more the now throbbing member into his mouth. The young Helper was a quick learner, and this second time he immediately focused on the flared ridge and the underside of the glans, swirling his tongue and lapping the sensitive skin with passion.
“Jason… ooohh… stop… don’t do that… MMMHH… Stop!”
“D… Don’t you like it?” – Jason asked, shyly, and Deimos looked at him with half-closed eyes veiled with unrestrained lust: “It’s even better than Boba-Maiii’s food… but we can’t do it… I must not enjoy it… Pearl doesn’t need to be inseminated…”
“You’re not just a source of sperm for the Inseminations” – Jason replied, still stroking Deimos’ rock-hard – “You’re a man… A man who has his strong needs…”
Feeling again Jason’s velvety mouth enveloping his member, Deimos silently gasped for pleasure, desperately trying to resist: “I’m a man… but you are, too…! If the co-husbands find out… ooohh… what we do… Nnngghh… I can’t hold it… Please stop…”
Jason had no intention whatsoever to stop: he was actually ready to go all the way with Deimos, pushing him over the edge, but harsh laughter echoed from the hallway, and both of them recognized the co-husbands’ voices.
“Quick!!” – Deimos breathed in alarm, dismissing Jason with an anxious nod of his head. Jason leapt to his feet and ran to the massage table, pretending to be tidying it up; he purposely gave his back to Deimos, who in turn desperately tried to hide his massive erection.
Vesper was the first to crash into the room, followed by Rufus and the youngsters, Helios and Castor; eight inquisitive eyes flashed around, immediately taking in that Deimos was still naked and his Helper was wearing only a towel around his waist.
And Deimos’ obvious erection couldn’t possibly go unnoticed.
“What’s that?” – Vesper sneered at Deimos, pointing his chin to the throbbing cock – “Are you in the mood for giving Pearl a sixth load? Or maybe…” – he added, narrowing his eyes – “…is there something more going on here?”
Deimos leapt to his feet, careless of showing off his bouncing stiff cock, and strode to Vesper, incinerating him with his eyes: “You tell me, shithead! You crash into my room, uninvited and unwelcomed, and the first thing you spot is my hard cock? Yeah, I’m in the mood of providing an additional load, so be my guest…”
“Fuck you, invo!” – Vesper hissed, and Deimos grabbed him by his throat: “How did you call me? I don’t give a fuck if we Darks are only five: say it another time and I’ll break your skull in two!”
Vesper was about to brawl with Deimos, but young Helios put a hand on his shoulder: “Vesper… let’s go”. The older Dark wriggled from Deimos’ grip on his throat and shoved hard Helios, sending him sprawled to the floor: “Don’t cross my path, kid!”
With a hasty move, Vesper gestured to the other Darks and headed to the door, immediately followed by Castor and Rufus; Helios hastened to get up to follow them, but he paused for a moment, looking straight at Deimos, who silently praised him with a nod. Helios wore a timid smile, while his eyes lingered briefly on Deimos’ massive erection. It was just a moment, but a moment too many.
With a stifled gasp, Helios turned around and fled away.
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