Shrivastava: Part Two - Submission

 

 

Nehra retraced Dremma’s path through a ventilation duct. When he emerged from the dusty shaft, he found himself in a large complex inhabited by hundreds of concubines. The area is vast featuring luxurious sitting and sleeping areas, recreation areas to include wading pools, bathing pools, and a lush open-air garden. 

 

Nehra’s new acquaintance is a reserved yet pleasant young boy. Dremma has shoulder wavy lavender hair, slender pointed ears, and fair gray skin accompanied by languid crimson eyes. Nehra notes that the youngster has no horns. He is quite sure by his age they would be peeking out from his crown of curly hair.

“Your horns?” Nehra asked.

Dremma regarded Nehra guardedly. “Yes?” He replied coolly. Dremma was accustomed to the teasing, but remained anxious about his differences. Dremma scowled and looked away.

Nehra realized he had broached a tender subject. “I’m sorry.”

“No it’s all right.” Dremma sighed solemnly. “I don’t have horns. This is true.” Dremma parted his wavy hair a moment. “See, no horns.”

Nehra paused in thought a moment. “ Your family?”

Dremma shook his head regretfully. “My first memories are of this place.”

Nehra mouthed a silent ‘O’.

Nehra is still quite timid and he clings to Dremma’s side weary of his situation.

“What if she finds me here?”

Dremma shook his head. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.”

Nehra spirits lifted. “How come?”

Dremma smiled. “I’ve lived here my whole life and I’ve never even seen the Queen! Besides, the only visitor we get is our caretaker Ki’tauq. Oh, and the occasional new arrival like yourself.”

“Who is Ki’tauq” Nehra inquired.

“Ki’tauq is a havoc demon.”

Dremma noted the sincere look of horror on Nehra’s face. Dremma waved his hands hastily. “Don’t worry about her. Ki’tauq has watched over this harem for – I don’t know forever. She took care of me when I was an infant. She’s never treated me badly. She brings us sweets sometimes. When we’re not stealing them, that is.” Dremma grinned mischievously.

 

Dremma is delighted to have someone that looks up to him. He enthusiastically takes Nehra under his wing and introduces him to harem life. Nehra discovers that the harem is predominately populated by concubines of his age with a few exceptions. Many of the harem inhabitants are gifted dasa courtesans and claim seniority over the other less knowledgeable youths. Dremma is on the lower rung of the social ladder, but he has a few friends who look after him.

 

Nehra sat across from Dremma, a platter of fruit and cheeses between them, as the dim light of the noontime sun spilled in to the lush gardens of the harem compound. The boys were finishing their breakfast when a shadow crept across the ground. Nehra looked up in to the smiling face of a curvaceous gorgoness with golden colored hair. With her hands on her hips, she shot a glance in Dremma’s direction. “Who’s your new friend, Dremma?” She regarded Nehra with an amusing expression. “You weren’t going to keep him all to your self, were you?”

Dremma grinned. “No, not I. Nehrashti,” Dremma swept his arms out in greeting. “This is Oriana. Oriana this is Nehrashti.”

Oriana sat down and offered her hand to Nehra. He demurred, glancing searchingly towards Dremma. He was apparently unaware of some gesture of welcome. Oriana giggled and grabbed Nehra’s hand.

“When a lady offers her hand, silly,” She turned Nehra’s palm up and set her hand in his. “You must take it and brush your lips upon her knuckles.”

Dremma chewed contentedly on a piece of bread, nodding in agreement.

“Well, go ahead.” She insisted.

Nehra hesitated then, gingerly brushed his lips upon her knuckles. Oriana cocked her head and smiled.

“That wasn’t so hard. It is a pleasure to meet you Master Nehrashti.”

Nehra grinned nervously and Dremma chuckled to himself.

“Don’t worry,” Dremma said. “You’ll get used to that. Oriana is dasa. But not like the others you see swaggering about with their noses in the air.”

Oriana pursed her lips, feigning disgust. “Oh, yes…I am not at all like those braggarts. I still have a mind of my own. I like to make friends not enemies.” Oriana winked at Nehra and laughed whimsically.

Nehra found he is charmed by Oriana’s jubilant persona. She made him feel welcome.

“So where did you come from?” Oriana asked.

Nehra paused. “Well, I…” He began.

“He survived Hahtra’s private hoard.” Dremma interjected. Oriana’s smiling eyes softened.

“I see.” She said.

“I managed to get away.” Nehra added.

Dremma stretched out on his side, propping his head on his hand. “I told him he was safe. She never comes here.”

Oriana nodded thoughtfully. “Yes,” she reached out and touched Nehra’s arm. “We’ll take care of you. You needn’t worry about that.” Oriana then heard her name called from the other side of the garden.

She rose up and dusted off her backside. “I leave you young gentlemen to your breakfast. I must be off!” She waved at them merrily and strolled out of the dappled shade in to the sunlight.

 

“Oriana cared for me when I arrived.” Dremma mentioned. “I was very small when I came here. It was Ki’tauq who spared me the servants’ life in the palace beyond.” Dremma talked breifly about his past, but Nehra can sense pain in those memories.

 

Dremma has claimed a small corner of the harem as his quarters. The cozy spot is away from the bustle of the central harem and peacefully quiet in the evenings. Nehra quickly learns that certain freedoms are readily offered in the confines of the harem proper. Exploring the harem on his own Nehra stumbles upon many couples sometimes throngs of harem denizens pleasuring one another among the fragrant gardens, steaming bathes or comfortable sleeping quarters of the compound at all hours of the day. There is no short supply of willing partners.

 

Oriana caught Nehra ogling a group of women in a saucy heap. Their muted sighs and pleased moans waft along the steps near their gathering. Oriana laughed at Nehra’s confused and enticed expression.

“Nehrashti, haven’t you every seen that before?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t know someone could bend that way?” She chuckled softly tousling his hair. He smiled back at her. “Well, look!” He pointed incredulously.

Oriana laughed a bit. “You have much to learn. Come with me.”

 

Oriana sat across from Nehra in a cushioned basin surrounded by pillows and coverlets.

“Nehrashti,” Oriana reached out letting her fingers brush along the length of his ear. The soft touch sent chills down his spine and his skin prickled. “Let me show you how it is done. Pleasure is an art and I will happily show you how to apply your brush to the canvas.”

 

Oriana dazzled Nehra with her prowess, tantalizing his flesh until he was physically spent. However, Oriana did not torment him as his former Mistress had. She lingered over his body showing his pressure points. Oriana guided his hands between her thighs and tutored him on where to touch, where to linger and how to intensify his partners’ orgasm. She is gentle but firm; attentive and passionate. She willingly offered her body to him and he relished the encouraging calmness of her presence. Oriana is pleased with her eager student and quite taken by his quick understanding. Nehra certainly has a talent for making her have multiple orgasms – which surprises her to say the least.

 

During one of Oriana’s lessons Dremma watches from a distance. He looks on curiously, marveling over growing skills wishing that he were the object of Nehra’s affections. However, Dremma retreats shyly not sure if he is willing to risk rejection. 

 

As Nehra slips in to his new liberated life style he slowly sloughs the shell of the timid boy he had once been. Under the affectionate gaze of his new associates, he finally feels whole. He is no longer tormented by sorrow and loneliness. It is among the social environment of the harem Nehra’s eccentric personality blossoms. Over time, he gains poise and soon becomes the center of much activity. His confidence and charisma draw many of the other young gorgons to him. Dremma, too, is drawn to this new Nehra. Nehra’s infectious laughter, witty sense of humor and playful whimsy are irresistible.

 

When they are together Dremma can’t help but sit close to him. During the night when they sleep Dremma’s dreams are filled with yearning, but he is unsure of how to interpret his emotions. His skin blushes hotly when Nehra inadvertently brushes up against him. A silent ardor musters in Dremma’s spirit of which he cannot miss. Anxious yet timid Dremma retreats from their usual forays regarding his vibrant partner from afar. He resorts to sketching on parchment small scribbles of shadowy forms embracing passionately. It helps a bit to fantasize about it, but he wants more. Dremma is fearful that his affections would be rejected. Perhaps we are better this way? Dremma ponders.

 

Dremma ran to the breakfast table and grabbed a small bowl and began to quickly gather best treats, fruits and other tasty morsels. Dremma smiled. He’ll love these! We only get them once and a while. Dremma turned around to walk away and jumped, startled by Kyril and Dyna.

Dremma gasped. “I…I…was just,” he began.

 

A day of festivals bears down on the harem inhabitants. The normal frolicking takes on new meaning. “Dremma,” Nehra called. “We’re going for swim. Come with us.”

Dremma looked up from his drawings for a moment. “No, you go on. I’ll see you this evening.”

Nehra’s seemed crestfallen. “Are you sure?”

Dremma nodded absently. Nehra frowned a bit then turned and walked away then stepped in to the swimming pool where a few others were splashing playfully at one another. He waded over to the side of the pool and sat staring at the ripples of water obscuring his feet. Oriana was strolling along sipping a goblet of wine when she noticed Nehra sulking by the pool. She grimaced knowingly and gazed across the expanse of the harem and noted Dremma in the distance pulling the privacy curtain closed over the opening of his abode and disappearing with in. This will not do. She walked over beside Nehra and sat at the pools edge. She stirred the warm waters with an errant finger, sipping her wine. Even through her head was humming from her tasty beverage she was sober enough to realize her friends were torturing one another with this ridiculousness.

“Hey.” She said.

“Hey.” Nehra grumbled. They sat silently for moment.

“He cares for you very much, you know?”

Nehra looked up. “Dremma?”

“Who else?” She replied. Oriana nudged him lightheartedly. “Go talk to him. Wait…I’ll go talk to him. Wait.” Oriana wobbled then rose up. Nehra reflected momentarily, and then laughed a bit as the inebriated gorgoness crossed the length of the central harem.

It was now early evening and the gibbous moon was rising over Sebalia. Much of the festival revelry had moved in to the lush gardens and would remain there for many hours. Dremma glared irritably at the ornate, vaulted ceiling above his quarters. His deep red eyes narrowed as bitterness fashioned a pout on his face. He huffed loudly turning over to bury his face in the gathering of soft pillows at his back. For a moment he was silent, gripping a pillow beneath his head, then a small sound escaped. It was a soft whimper at first. His body trembled and before long Dremma raised his face from the pillow to rub his nose. He scowled at the evidence of his tears upon the embroidered pillow sham. He sniffled quietly and sat up, gently embracing the soft pillow. He didn’t blame Nehra for leaving him behind. He could not expect Nehra to know he desperately wanted to go swimming with him.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dremma, muttered quietly his eyes still stinging perplexed with tears.

Suddenly the curtain to the alcove parted. Dremma straitened up, quickly wiping away his tears. Oriana was grinning ear to pointed ear. She laughed, as unseen hands attempted to pull her away.

“Wait a moment, “she giggled waving off an assault to her ticklish feet “I have to do something. I’ll be right out.” Oriana had been set upon by an admirer on her way to see Dremma. She was now very interested in the offer, but that would have to wait just a bit more.

“Dremma,” she smiled. He feigned a grin, fidgeting with the pillow in his lap. The voluptuous gorgoness crawled towards him holding a scarf that had been tied in to a loose sack. “I brought you something.”

“Oh, what did you bring?” he chirped, forcing a wan smile.

“Some sweets!” She dropped the sweet laden scarf on the pillow in his lap. “There you are.” She leaned close and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then scurried back to the curtain. “See you on the by and by, dear.”

He nodded unhappily. She poked her head out of the curtain speaking cordially to someone he couldn’t see.

“Oriana.” Dremma called.

She leaned back from the curtain on wobbly knees. “Hmm? What is it?”

“Where’s Nehra?” he asked.

She pondered a moment. Her head was swimming with numerous goblets of sweet wine and the promise of a certain handsome gorgon awaiting her outside the curtain that had a fancy for her toes. She blinked, shaking her head, trying to remember. “He’s somewhere out there! Oh, yes! Want me to get him?” She smiled and dove out of sight, the embroidered curtain rippled in her wake.

“No, I just…,” He began, but the young gorgoness was gone.

Dremma sulked, staring down at the scarf. He opened the make shift sack to find a rather delectable assortment candies, and tiny cakes. The gentle sweet smell drifted up to his nose. He plucked one of the confections from the small pile, not quite sure if he wanted to eat it or not. He wasn’t hungry. Dremma sighed, his mind brooding over the profound sense of seclusion he was feeling. The alcoves embroidered curtain rippled then parted. Dremma looked up. “Oriana, you didn’t have to…” Dremma’s voice trailed off.

Nehra slipped in, his bright smile made Dremma’s heart leap. He closed the curtain behind him and stepped down in the recess of the alcove.

“There you are!” Nehra beamed, flashing his bright smile. “Why are you hiding out in here? I thought you‘d have come to join me.”

Dremma spoke quietly, scornfully. “You know they wouldn’t let me.”

Nehra rolled his eyes. “Who cares? You’d be with me.” Nehra plopped down on a pillow in front of Dremma spying the scarf full of sweets. “Looks like you’ve got some of the good ones!” Nehra snatched the soft candy held loosely in Dremma’s fingers and popped it in to his mouth and started chewing.

Nehra slurred through toffee and chocolate. “Don’t be so glum.”

Dremma said nothing in response.

“Thppt!” Nehra suddenly made a face. “Eww, this one had fruit in it! I think it was fruit anyway. I always get the nasty one first.” Nehra proceeded to chew slowly making gagging noises, reluctantly swallowing the remains of the confection.

Dremma couldn’t suppress a soft giggle.

“See that’s better.” Nehra grinned. “I bet you don’t know why I came over here.”

Dremma looked away shyly. “Not really, no. I figured you’d be happy to spend the evening with them!” Dremma was a little shocked by the malice in his tone. He lowered his gaze and awaited Nehra’s reply with trepidation. Nehra’s brow cocked knowingly at his companions stinging remark. Jealous, Nehra questioned. No, it is more than that.

 

There was a brief silence and when Dremma looked up Nehra leaned forward and pressed his sugared lips against Dremma’s.

Dremma flinched, shocked and disorientated, but he did not deny Nehra’s kiss. When Nehra pulled away Dremma felt a hot flush envelope his skin and it seemed his heart would leap from his chest. Nehra smiled brightly, then carefully gathered the small sachet of candies on Dremma’s lap and set them aside. The amber skinned gorgon leaned forward gently pressing Dremma’s shoulders to the pillow-strewn floor. “How long has it been?” Nehra said, gazing down upon him.

Dremma was lost in Nehra’s lurid green eyes. Dremma blinked, and then responded.

“How long…?”

Nehra nonchalantly fondled a lock of Dremma’s lavender hair, letting the smooth curl wrap about his fingers. “I’ve known you these many years,” Nehra pointed out. “I have never seen you in the company of another.”

Dremma pondered Nehra’s statement. “I never wanted to be with anyone…until now.” His voice trailed off. “Nehra, I really…”Dremma began.

 

“Me too.” Nehra interrupted. Dremma’s dark red eyes searched Nehra’s expression.

 

Dremma’s brow rose questioningly.

 

Nehra grinned handsomely. “ I sort of knew when you started calling my name in your sleep.”

Dremma felt his face redden again.

 

Nehra had long since felt a connection to his ruby-eyed cohort, but never really knew how to broach the subject. He realized he had taken it all for granted. However, when Dremma had become cold and aloof it had struck him how unsettled he was with the notion that he was losing Dremma’s interest. "Come back to you every night because I want to." Nehra explained.

 

Dremma just stared in to Nehra's eyes. He wanted to tell Nehra how happy it made him to hear those words, but all he could do was stare quietly. After a long moment, Dremma became uniquely aware of their close proximity and he could do little to stifle his increasing arousal. He could not stand it anymore! Dremma cradled Nehra’s face in his hands and kissed him. Nehra responded willingly, slipping his tongue in to Dremma’s eager mouth. Dremma then wrapped his arms around Nehra’s neck and shoulders aching feverishly to feel his body pressed warmly against his. Provoked by Dremma’s apparent wanton ferocity a, Nehra summarily disrobed and Dremma reciprocated in kind. Dremma marveled excitedly at the long lean landscape of Nehra’s physique, highlighted by his thick mane of crimson hair and the crimson mound above his quickly hardening erection. Dremma spun his body around grasping Nehra’s muscled thighs and eagerly plunged Nehra’s waiting shaft in to his wet mouth. Nehra's brow arched surprised by Dremma's quick actions then sighed blissfully and appreciatively responded by gently stroking Dremma’s short thick erection with firm smooth motions. Nehra grunted as Dremma worked him vigorously, hungrily. Damn! Nehra remarked inwardly with a laugh. Wow!!

 

Dremma paused, gasping. Nehra smiled at him and Dremma smiled back impishly. Nehra watched attentively relishing the sight of his ample manhood sliding between Dremma’s moistened lips. He seemed to be devouring him whole and Nehra was elated by the frenzy his diminutive partner was displaying. Nehra turned his attentions to the stocky member in his grasp then delicately slid the warm rod in to his own mouth. Dremma trembled moaning noisily as his pelvis convulsed.

“ Hhhhnnnn…!” The delicious suction along the length of his manhood made his nerves blaze pleasurably. Dremma’s threw his head back, panting roughly.

Nehra found his rhythm as Dremma resumed his enthusiastic manipulations; gently massaging Nehra’s testicles as his mouth and tongue worked the sensitive head of his erection. Dremma groaned loudly while his voice was muffled by Nehra’s engorged shaft. “Mmmmph!”

Nehra propped himself upon one elbow and reached down to brush Dremma’s disheveled curls from his face. Stunning, he thought. There was a kind of loveliness to Dremma's slender hands gently cupping his scrotum. Dremma looked up at him with his fathomless crimson eyes and Nehra felt a hot jolt of lust crackle along his spine to settle in his pelvis. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand. He persuaded Dremma’s commanding lips away from his cock long enough to reposition himself between Dremma’s thighs. Nehra leaned over and kissed Dremma forcefully, sharing the taste of their fluids. Nehra's lips caressed Dremma's cheek then traveled along the edge of his jaw and along the contours of his slender neck, lower along his collarbone. He paused over Dremma's nipples lapping playfully at the sensitive flesh. Dremma bit his lip sliding his fingers through Nehra's red hair. Nehras wet tongue lingered, circling the dark aureole then descended further still to his navel. Dremma groaned, pouting impatiently. Nehra straitened up and hoisted one of Dremma’s legs over his shoulder. Nehra gingerly stroked his pre-cum moistened shaft and guided it tentatively towards Dremma’s virgin anus. He paused, thoughtfully. This made Dremma whine.

 

"Not yet.” Nehra breathed. " Not so fast.” Dremma blinked, sighing, but did not respond. Nehra licked his fingertips; slathering saliva up to his knuckles then tested Dremma's response. Nehra peered down and watched as his fingers slide with in Dremma warm, snug anus. Dremma clenched this fists sighing noiselessly. Further still Nehra’s two fingers slid inside him, back and forth. Nehra smiled and relaxed Dremma's ass, eagerly stroking his own shaft until he felt Dremma was ready to receive him.

Dremma panted impatiently grasping at Nehra's hips. “Yes, yes…yes!”

 

The young gorgon felt his legs tremble in anticipation, but he managed to steady his nerves. The head of Nehra’s erection slid in to the unyielding hot orifice. Dremma gasped sharply through clenched teeth, digging his fingers in to Nehra’s arms. Nehra began to rock, slowly at first, working his hips just right with steady patient strokes. Dremma’s brow furrowed unabashedly, inviting the scintillating surges of ecstasy that erupted from his loins. His short, thick erection rubbed stubbornly against Nehra's abdomen as he moved. Nehra grunted, resisting the urge to plunge hastily in to Dremma. However, Dremma seemed prepared and began grasping furtively at Nehra’s grinding hips urging him on quicker, deeper. Nehra smirked and quickened his pace, deepening his strokes. If he wanted it, Nehra would not deny him.

Dremma howled in ecstasy. “Ooh!” Dremma wrapped his fingers around his stiff manhood massaging in time with Nehra's thrusts. Dremma clenched his jaw, desperately straining to prolong his bliss. Nehra pressed in close so that their bodies moved and lurched in sync. Dremma whimpered in to Nehra's ear breathlessly and Nehra's labored grunts made Dremma delirious.

The curtain wavered and an inquisitive face appeared threw an opening unnoticed by the writhing couple. Oriana’s jaw went slack and she only just stifled an impish giggle upon seeing the riotous spectacle. Well, well! It seems my work here is done.

 

There was little time that Dremma and Nehra did not spend together. Time passed peacefully with in the harem and years, become decades. Nehra has grown in to a vigorous male specimen. He is demoniacally gorgeous, and exceptionally tall. His lithe frame is now thickly muscled and he is notably virile, oozing charisma. Dremma dutifully remains at Nehra's side a portrait of elegant masculine grace. Times have been kind to them and it seems little could be amiss.

During this long lapse, much has been happening out side of the harem among the royal court. A bicentennial gathering of the gorgon tribes has been called for. As Hahtra frets over preparations for the festivities, she is aware that there may not be enough entertainment for her guests. She quickly decides to make a very unlikely stopover at her central harem.

With nervous attendants in tow, Hahtra enters a secret corridor that surrounds the expanse of her harem. There she may view the inhabitants through an enchanted two-way surface with out alerting the concubines. She noted particular specimens to her attendant to be added to the lot that will serve the banquet. Thinking she has selected a satisfactory number to add to the festivities, a flash of crimson catches her eye. The Queen pauses and watches with sincere bewilderment as Nehra steps in to view. Hahtra instantly recognized her former charge, and is angered and intrigued her simultaneously.

“That one!” she pointed. “Who is he?” On the other side of the wall Nehra is chatting cheerfully with another concubine. Hahtra finds herself unmistakably captivated by Nehra’s transformation. The cowering boy has gone, and a self-assured adult stands in his place. His animated movements and dashing smiles entice her. “Well?” Hahtra hisses.

The attendant is startled and stammered helplessly. “I…well…” The terrified clerk quickly scours her records and finds no mention of a dark skinned male matching Nehra’s description. “There is no written record of this courtesan, your majesty.”

Hahtra scowls irritably. “I want him. Bring him to me!”

 

The heavy ornate door of Hahtra’s bedchamber slammed behind Nehra with a resounding boom. Crouched as one such as he, a concubine, should. He breathed shallowly, trying to quell the rising fear churning in his gut. The fragrant musk of Hahtra’s chambers entered his lungs. The soft scent provoked long dormant memories that were difficult to ignore. He lifted his head only a bit for a quick guarded glance at his Queen. 
Hahtra was reclining atop her berth; surrounded by plush silken pillows the color of her icy blue eyes. She was a picture of erotic beauty. A thin translucent swath of cerulean hued silk draped delicately across her lap masking the pinkish treasure between her supple thighs. Her milky unsullied skin appeared to glow warmly in the flickering torchlight. Her body curved in all the right ways. Her nipples were rose-colored circles centered on the firm milky orbs of her bosom, pert and upright. Slender eyes crowned with thick lashes and the color of clearest blue blinked at him cunningly. Her shimmering hair rested about her shoulders of which was gently curled at the ends. Kneeling before her, he found himself privately complimenting her beauty. Even now, however, the horrors he had experienced as Hahtra’s ward came surging back to him. He remained still, his expression indifferent, but chills coursed down his spine. She was a cold, brutal and wicked bitch and he would never forget that. 


"Come closer.” she called. Nehra’s skin crawled at the sound of her smooth sultry voice. Childhood fears pulled at the edges of his thoughts, but he remained composed. He stood and approached her, eyes cast down submissively. 
She smiled at him rubbing her thighs together wantonly. She leaned forward, her soft breasts shifting. Hahtra regarded him closely. She was lost in the site of the treat standing before her. She had long forgotten how he excited her. She mulled over the mental imagery of his muscled nude body covered in a glistening sheen of passion-induced sweat. Her painted lips parted, about to speak, but it took her another moment to gather her thoughts.

 

“It has been far too long Nehrashti,” she stressed, grinning at him. “ You’ve grown so virile, my pet....” She turned over on to her belly reaching out with her soft hands to caress him. Nehra glanced down at the gorgoness. She inched towards the edge of her berth rising up to her knees. Her warm hands ran up and down his torso, over his neck and shoulders, relishing his smooth taut skin and every muscular curve. Their eyes met. Hahtra scolded him with shrewd look. He averted his gaze quickly. She continued to explore him with her eager fingers.

“Splendid.” she muttered. Her wandering hands slipped around his waist and over his buttocks. She pinched him playfully. Nehra blinked but he did not flinch. Hahtra’s sculpted brow rose, irked by his coolness. Her left hand dropped to his muscled thigh, traveled down to his bare knee then carefully disappeared under the hem of the scant livery that clung to his broad hips. Her warm fingers encountered his testicles and gave them a quick squeeze. Nehra’s lips parted slightly but he didn’t cry out. Hahtra’s blue eye’s lit up gleefully as her painted lips parted again.

“ Exquisite.” she breathed, giggling softly.

 

 

Nehra is beside himself! The decade or so of peace he’d experienced in the harem was truly over. His first thoughts were of Dremma – but he realized Oriana would take care of him. His thoughts then turned to his mistress. Hahtra quickly tests his prowess. Nehra does not disappoint but still feels cowed in her presence. He keeps himself busy by tending to her every desire – and he uses his much improved skills to woo her. She no longer taunts him, but accommodates his needs. Hahtra revels in her concubines’ virility. Hahtra seems truly fascinated with Nehra’s apparent transition to a competent and enthusiastic lover. She dotes over him - ever lusting for his affections. After a while Nehra notices how Hahtra holds him, kisses him. She seems almost tender. Never had she been so caring.

Hahtra is indeed mesmerized. However, his sexual prowess aside, Nehra seems aloof and detached. She desperately tries to arouse the fervor she senses deep with in him. Nehra responds but he is merely going through the motions. It infuriates the gorgon Queen, but she can find no immediate solution. As time passes Nehra seems even more distracted. Hahtra begins to grow impatient. Then one evening her concubine asks her a question.

Nehra hesitated, and then spoke softly. "I miss my companions. May I visit them in the harem proper?"

Hahtra is taken back, but an idea sprung in to her head. Seeing it as a way to please her pet she begrudgingly allows for the excursion. Perhaps it’s just what he needs to turn his focus on her?

"One day, my pet, that is all." Nehra certainly does not protest this! He is taken to the harem entrance and allowed in. He knows he only has a day, but he plans to make the most of it.

The massive harem compound is built to allow visitors to view the inhabitants of the harem from private areas by way of two-way mirrors at various points. Hahtra generally has exclusive privileges to these viewing areas.

Nehra enters the harem. The others greet him, asking him questions; curious about the world outside. He has little to say as he searches for the comfort of Dremma's embrace. Dremma presses through the crowd and literally jumps in to Nehra’s arms.

“You’re back!” He beamed.

“For a day.” Nehra said, smiling. Dremma’s smile faded, but then he grinned playing with a lock of Nehra’s hair.

“No matter. You’re here now!” Nehra then has a pleasant lunch with his friends telling them all about his experiences in the royal court.

That evening Dremma and Nehra fall in to a fierce session of lovemaking. Yet, they do not realize they are being watched.

 

Hahtra watched the couple from the hidden passageway rippling with jealousy! She then looks suspiciously upon Nehra's partner. She ponders momentarily. There is something she realizes about the pale creature that soon boils her blood. The boy is no gorgon - but a Dark Elf!! The elves are an ancient and repellent enemy of House Bhevya, Hahtra's bloodline. Centuries before the dark elves of Sebalia had tried to over throw her rule. They had rallied a few gorgon tribes in their cause, but her havoc demon troops had forced them back. She had the gorgon traitors executed and decreed every dark elf be hunted down and killed. It appears the fool havoc demon Ki’tauq took it upon her self to put this creature among her harem with out her knowing of it. She quickly decided to handle Ki’tauq later – because at present some Elvin filth was pestering her darling prize! Furious and bewildered Hahtra realizes she must teach Nehra a lesson as well as rid her harem of a pest. Poor boy, how could you have known this Elvin swine is using you? Hahtra glares hatefully through the pane of glass considering her options. A wicked smile creases her lips. She would address this annoyance personally.

There is a clacking sound as the main entrance of the harem opens. Sleepy occupants scatter as a throng of havoc demons saunter in to the compound. A murmur of startled voices fills the air.

 

Oriana is awake with many other startled concubines. She hid nervously behind a pillar. She regarded the havoc demons lumbering about with trepidation. She immediately understood what they were there. Her gaze shot fearfully towards the shrouded alcove across the chamber.

 

Nehra is awakened by a cry as Dremma is snatched from his sleepy embrace. He is then jerked viciously to his feet and shoved out in to the open. Nehra begins to protest, but is distracted by a pained scream. A large havoc demon with dark mottled skin, twisted horns and huge leathery wings shook Dremma by the fistful of hair in his unyielding grasp. The havoc demon glared at Nehra. “Behave.” He growled.

 

Nehra is quickly escorted away. Once outside the harem he is lead away from the comfortable setting of the central palace down twisting stairs to a system of gloomy service tunnels. The rock walls are moist and the air is stale. Nehra cannot understand the havoc demon’s guttural language, but they seem agitated about something. Nehra is pushed out ahead of the group, and unable to see Dremma being forced to follow behind him. Nehra glanced over his shoulder and was rewarded by a violent shove that almost sent him to the dirt-encrusted floor.

 

Their journey terminated at the end of another set of stairs in a barely lit stinking chamber with a low ceiling. The six havoc demons that accompanied them had to tuck their wings in tightly not to scrape the stonework. When their gruff voices quieted, Nehra realized Dremma was quietly sobbing. The demon holding Dremma by his hair laughed then thrust Dremma forward in to a corner. Dremma staggered forward rubbing his aching scalp. He then crouched down holding his legs against his chest then glanced towards Nehra woefully.

 

Nehra started across the room towards Dremma, but he was intercepted by the largest havoc demon. “Back off!” grumbled the havoc demon.

Nehra sneered challengingly then he was pulled backward by two smaller demons that began to tie his arms behind his back with rope. Nehra cursed softly as the rough rope bit in to his skin. He was then forced to his knees. He looked up and was startled to see Hahtra standing by in the eerie flames of a single flickering sconce. The havoc demons appeared startled as well and scampered about oddly.

“We found the ones you wanted, your majesty.” Declared the large havoc demon.

Hahtra regarded the chamber and frowned in revulsion. “Yes, yes, Brega I can see that.”

Hahtra turned her attention to Nehra. She could see the confusion in his expression. With one hand resting on her hip she pointed in Dremma’s direction.

“What is this?” Barked the gorgoness. Hahtra’s shimmering pink tresses trembled considerably. She jabbed her painted fingernail in the air at Dremma. She shot a glance at the large demon Brega. “That old bitch, Ki’tauq, put that in my harem! Control your females Brega!” The big demon shrunk from the venom in her voice. The group as a whole looked at one another nervously.

Hahtra approached Nehra. “You cavort with this filth?” She asked sincere disappointment in her tone. Dremma grimaced crossly.

Nehra answered his mistress with perplexed silence. He glanced at Dremma.

“Look at me!” She fumed. “This creature...this Elf is no denizen of my harem!”

Dremma’s eyes widened upon hearing this. Elf? Nehra pondered this as well. Hahtra circled the room as her fine-heeled shoes clacked softly.

Hahtra‘s voice wavered as she spoke. “Ungrateful!”

“I will not have you fawning over this…this thing… He is beneath you. You will not return to the harem proper.” Hahtra turned away quickly, huffing irritably.

Nehra’s lips parted his voice quiet and beseeching. “Mistress.”

“ Silence!” Hahtra wailed, whirling about stinging his face fiercely with an open handed blow.

She stepped away from Nehra and out of the dim light. The gorgoness glanced at the slavering havoc demons were even now eying the Dremma, quite fervently. She smiled but Nehra could not see her expression. She was a shapely silhouette in the gloom.

“Do what you want to the small one, but not too quickly.” Hahtra sneered. She did not look at Nehra when she said. “Make sure he sees everything.” Hahtra gathered her silken robes and departed up the stone steps. The sweet musk of her perfume followed and then she was gone.

 

Once the sound of Queen Hahtra’s light footfalls faded the six havoc demons stood for a moment apparently unsure of how to proceed.

Brega huffed. “This will be fun gorgon! Make sure to pay attention as we tenderize the meat.”

Nehra lunged forward. “No!” He was jerked backward by two smaller yet powerful havoc demons. The room filled with muted laughter.

One of the young beasts with small adolescent wings wined. “She said not too fast, Brega.”

“I know this!” He responded.

 

Dremma’s crimson eyes, dark in the dismal lighting, blinked horrified tears. Nehra shook his head defiantly pulling at his restraints. He received a swift kick in his side for his efforts. Nehra almost wretched, coughed, then sank on to his side while mourning his aching ribs. Some of the demons gathered around Dremma’s crouched form. Brega pushed the others aside a reached down and grabbed hold of Dremma’s arm. There were a few gruff chuckles and Dremma was pulled to his feet. Brega spoke in a clipped guttural tongue, which made the other havoc demons shout approval. Brega growled pleased by his struggling prey. He let his grip falter and Dremma staggered away. Dremma soon felt the cold stone of the wall on his back and huddled for a moment as the havoc demons dark form descended upon him.

Brega raised broad hand and struck Dremma across the face sending him spinning. Nehra winced involuntarily. Dremma groaned sprawled on the dirty floor, spitting blood from his mouth. He struggled to rise but soon felt someone grab his ankle. He was dragged roughly across the rough floor. Brega reached out and tore away the scant livery clinging to Dremma’s slender frame with one vicious motion. Dremma shouted in protest, kicking helplessly. Nehra recoiled when as one of the bright beads from the hem of Dremma’s attire bounced along to floor to rest in front of him.

 

Brega was undaunted by Dremma’s futile attempt to fight back. The demon reached around the elf’s flailing limps and grabbed him by the throat. Dremma froze as the demon’s grip began to crush his throat. Dremma gagged. Nehra squirmed cursing to himself as tears began to burn in his eyes. It made his skin crawl to hear Dremma’s frightened cries. Brega loosed his grip upon Dremma’s throat tauntingly. Dremma gasped loudly calling out desperately. “Nehra!” He pleaded. Nehra grit his teeth until his jaw ached disgusted by his helplessness. The other havoc demons crept forward enticed by the scent of blood.

Brega towered over Dremma who lay face up on the dirty floor beneath the excited havoc demon. Brega pinned his prey to the floor, leaning his weighty bulk against Dremma’s shoulders. The demons clawed fingers dug in to soft flesh. Dremma moaned in agony. Brega gave his prey a close inspection. “A bit scrawny for eating.” There was a collective grunt among the other havoc demons. Nehra glared furiously at the throng.

 

The demon leaned close enough for Dremma to smell his stinking breath and he recoiled in kind. Brega’s black eyes glinted with something disturbing. Brega casually licked some of Dremma’s blood from his fingertips. One of the small havoc demons leaned close, bouncing excitedly on his haunches.

Brega chortled coarsely. “Maybe we have some fun, eh?” He then fondled his garishly proportioned loins that were responding stiffly to the rapidly rushing blood just below Dremma’s pale skin. The havoc demon straddled Dremma’s nude body shoving aside the eager audience gathering around him. Dremma’s cries of protest rose swiftly became beseeching cries of anguish, which in turn were silenced just as rapidly by a crushing grip around his slender throat.

Brega sneered irritably. “Quiet yourself, Umyr!” Dremma gagged pitifully, and released his firm grip and resumed his unwelcome groping. Nehra was fighting the ropes around his wrists. The havoc demons near him glared warningly. One of three idle havoc demons crept forward seeking unspoken approval from the larger and more dominant havoc demon to join in. Brega crouched, his thick tail undulating with anticipation and then grabbed hold of Dremma’s hips.

 

Nehra then heard Dremma grunt in disgust and pain, which was followed by terrible sobbing. Brega was thrashing about. The other demons took advantage of Brega’s distraction as well moving in for their fair share. Among the revolting myriad of sounds Dremma’s plaintive voice fell silent.

Nehra groaned quietly. “Dremma.” He grieved.

He saw little of Dremma through the tangle of stocky limbs and leathery wings. The young gorgon wept noiselessly beset by grief. The havoc demons each quickly took their turn using Dremma’s body until thoroughly spent. After some time the throng of demons dispersed. Nehra forced himself to regard Dremma’s seemingly lifeless body bruised, bloodied and ruined.

 

Nehra felt heavy ache in his chest as he was jerked to his feet. His bound wrists were bleeding, face and chest throbbing from his earlier descent to the hard packed earthen floor. Brega huffed and glared at Nehra’s wounds. “Queens not going to like that!” he scolded. Nehra was escorted away. He glanced over his shoulder at Dremma once last time. Nehra screamed inwardly for his dear companion to rise. This nightmare had to end! His thoughts swam with images of Dremma’s smiling face, the smell of his skin as they fell asleep in one another’s arms, their playful conversations, and the boy who had made him feel cherished for the first time in his life. Gone. Nehra realized with great consternation. He is gone!

 

“Move!” Brega growled.

The other demons began debating loudly upon how to carve up the corpse. Nehra clenched his jaw furious, yet psychologically numb and disoriented. His tears had since dried up. He could no longer weep. Nehra struggled to breath and did all he could to remain standing. A strangely familiar distress took hold of his soul. He was alone.