Confessions

VVL69: Well, this is a merry mess we've gotten ourselves into, isn't it?
Babus: A merry mess indeed. How you could exploit my love for the prince is too much to bear. Now give me my diary back.
VVL69: Nope, not until I'm done. There's another scene coming up, and it's with Llednar.
Babus: Again?! Llednar's such a brute!
VVL69: Yeah, but this time I think it should be a different story.
Babus: You really are a terrible girl, you know.
Vivi: *Walking by* That's what I said.
VVL69: Nah, I'm really not. You'll get used to it. *Shoots Vivi with a water gun filled with ink*
Judge: Interrupting. Story must proceed. *Clinks sword*


Confessions
part four

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His lips . . . his mouth . . . oh, it was all so glorious. But I knew it couldn't last; I had a feeling that Llednar was planning something else. He surely had a way to get out of the bind he was in. I'm positive he's not done tormenting me, but for now, all I can think of is my dear sweet prince and the wonderful night we had . . .

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Babus looked pointedly at Mewt, their gazes clashing together boldly. Mewt's dark eyes were so full of purpose, so concentrated, that Babus barely felt the fingers that wrapped around him once more. He looked down dreamily, dismissing Mewt's hand as an extension of him; that was how close they were at the moment. Mewt lowered his head and knelt before the Runeseeker, the part in his russet hair glistening with the candlelight in the room. His hair glowed like a nimbus around his head, making Babus think of angels and faeries and all sorts of lovely things. And then Mewt's mouth was sinking down gracefully onto his sex, licking and sucking gently.

"Ah . . . " Babus heard a voice whimper softly in the silence of the room, interrupted by none but the brushing of Mewt's hair over his flat belly and the clinking of his shiny boot toes. It took him a minute or two to realize that it was his voice whimpering.

Mewt dragged his teeth gently along the warm length in his mouth, feeling Babus shiver against his head. He concentrated on as much of the length as he could and ruffled his fingers through Babus' tail fur to calm him. Granted, the tail was twitching and curling upon itself in more activity than he'd ever seen a Nu Mou's tail engage in, but it was likely due to the bliss of the moment.

Babus' fingers found their way to Mewt's shining, glistening hair and threaded through it, tousling the silken strands. "M . . . Mewt," he whined softly.

"Mmmm." Mewt focused on the thrill--he loved pleasuring Babus like this, and there was no question he was enjoying it far too much to vocalize. Babus' hands stirred against his head, tousling and grasping and stirring his hair.

"Ah . . . ah . . . " Babus moaned deep in his throat. "Please . . . stop . . . " He sighed in relief as Mewt released him with a soft, saliva-punctuated sound. A glimmering thread of moisture connected his mouth to Babus.

"I would do anything for you," Babus whispered again. "Anything."

"Let me love you," Mewt responded softly. "Let me help you forget what happened." He whispered longing susurrations of love into Babus' ear.

"No," Babus said, delicately. "Not yet." He gently pushed Mewt back into the pillows and began to strip him, removing first his curly-toed boots, then his lace shirt, and finally stopped at his pants. He blushed madly, considering what Mewt would be like.

"Babus . . . " Mewt's voice was husky.

"Yes, I know." Babus placed a tiny finger on Mewt's lips. Gently, he leaned down to kiss the slight trail of hair leading to Mewt's sex, feeling it pulse against his throat. "You're terribly virile, my prince." He stroked his fingers over the material, causing Mewt to arch into his hand. Delicately he began to unlace his pants, eventually catching sight of his shaft. "Oh, Mewt . . . " he sighed.

Mewt lay in the pillows, breathing heavily. "Yes, Babus . . . ?" He looked down at himself and saw Babus' small fingers reacing in, gently pulling out his straining erection. A nice little thrill it was, really. He just couldn't help but wonder what Babus had planned for him. Oh, he could imagine some things but he didn't know precisely what they were . . . Then he felt Babus' mouth gently stroking along his length, suckling wetly. "Yes," he cried, unable to stop himself.

Babus' head ruffled gently against Mewt's bare stomach, his white hair shaking loose from the long fur. Mewt took this opportunity to thread his fingers into it; the strands were softer than silk and curled at the ends.

"Nhm . . . " he groaned softly and pulled Babus' hair in his fingers, drawing him closer. The sensations coming over him were too much to bear . . . his stomach was quivering like a Flan. "Stop . . . " he gasped out. "That's enough . . . "

"Of course, my Prince." Babus released Mewt with the same punctuated noise, and licked pleasantly at his lips. Mewt hadn't had the same awful taste as Llednar . . . as a matter of fact, it was actually quite pleasant that he could give Mewt this pleasure of his own accord; certainly better than having it shoved in his mouth. He licked at his lips again and smiled. Yes, it was certainly pleasant. He trailed his fingers over the long, hard length of Mewt's sex and looked up at him longingly.

Mewt's gaze was full of hunger. "Babus . . . "

"Yes, of course . . . " Babus' long, pale eyelashes fluttered as they fell back into the pillows together, kissing and fondling one another. The wrapped bandages came loose from his hand while he stroked his fingers through Mewt's lovely, curly auburn hair, which was starting to come loose from its updone arrangement.

Mewt groaned against Babus' hair. "You're still hurt . . . we can't . . . " He tried to lift himself, only to be held in place by the Runeseeker's arms and legs. Looking back at Babus, he saw that his heavily glossed lips were slightly parted and shimmering with a small thread of moisture. "Babus . . . ?"

"When I said I'd do anything," Babus whispered, "I did mean anything, and I wasn't hurt that badly to begin with . . . " He broke his hold on Mewt and nestled himself into the pillows, watching the Prince. "Ultima help me," he breathed. "I want you. I don't care what the Church says any longer."

"Then . . . " Mewt's breath came in short, broken pants. He watched Babus with glittering eyes and moved in to kiss him. Their lips met deliciously, meshing and parting, and Mewt's tongue slid into Babus' mouth gently, his tongue seeking the Nu Mou's.

Babus moaned out at the delicate sweep of Mewt's tongue, his lips humming around it. 'He's terribly kind . . . ' With care, he reached down to caress Mewt's sex, pressing against his thighs, and stroked it up and down.

Mewt bit his tongue in surprise. "Nhhhmmn . . . " The delicate strokes of Babus' fingers were sumptuous, as if Babus had experience in these matters . . . "You've been with a woman . . . right . . . ?"

"No," Babus denied softly. "I have not been with anyone if you do not count Llednar."

"I don't." Mewt exhaled at the slow, simmering strokes and kissed up Babus' ear to the base, where he gently nipped at it. " . . . You haven't been with anyone . . . ?"

" . . . No," Babus admitted. "Runeseekers take a vow of celibacy until they become Divinants. But," he whispered gently, drawing Mewt's head close to his, "I would gladly break my vow for you. I am the only Runeseeker left, so there's no one to tell me I can't or shan't." He was surprised when Mewt caressed him in return, rubbing the weeping tip of his sex gently and slowly. "I love you," Babus whispered softly, "and I would do anything for you . . . no matter what it was . . . "

"Not now," Mewt breathed, "now is for you . . . " He gently reached to turn Babus over, but not before a small kiss to the ear.

"Mmmmm . . . " Babus sighed contentedly as he was turned. He subserviently swished his tail out of the way, watching Mewt with sparkling eyes. What has he planned for me...? he wondered as Mewt kissed and licked a gentle path up his thigh.

And then Mewt's tongue was closer still to him, sweeping over the plicate, fluttering ring between his slender buttocks. "Nhm--M . . . Mewt . . . " Babus panted, "please . . . please . . . don't torture me . . . " His mouth opened in a keening cry as Mewt's tongue slipped past the barrier into him, licking and prodding sweetly. "Oh . . . oh . . . " His legs shook with the surprised thrill of the Prince's tongue inside him, and his lips kissing and caressing the soft ring.

"Please . . . no more, I'm going to burst . . . "

Mewt pulled back, a glittering sheen of moisture on his lips, which he daintily licked away. "Are you ready, then . . . ?" he wondered.

Babus was transfixed by the delicious, delicate caress of Mewt's tongue, and pursed his lips sweetly. "Come and kiss me," he entreated softly. Mewt's mouth closed over his warmly, intimately, his lips making love to Babus' painted pout. Babus' lips moved against his, silkily returning the succulent sensation.

"You're beautiful, so beautiful, my Prince . . . " Babus whispered, parting from Mewt. He wanted--no, needed Mewt inside him, filling him with warm, encompassing love. Soft, he murmured fervid endearments to Mewt and drew his head closer, threading his fingers into the silk of Mewt's long, cinnamon mane.

"You know I want you," Mewt whispered, "you must know . . . you're the most precious thing in my life . . . without you I swear I would die . . . "

"As are you," Babus sighed in return, interrupting Mewt's approaching words with a gentle, sweet kiss. His lips were velvet on Mewt's, silken and hot with desire. "Yes, my Prince, yes, I want you as well . . . I will die if the Biskmatar is the last one to touch me so deeply . . . "

"He won't be," Mewt assured and drew away from Babus for but a moment, exposing his charms to the Nu Mou, and reached for a little bottle of oil he'd set on the bedtable to warm in the sun. The vial was nearly hot to the touch now, and as Mewt uncorked it and slowly poured a length of it over his phallus, he found that the oil was warm as well. He gently stroked himself with closed eyes, knowing that Babus was watching him with eyes that twinkled like stars.

"So beautiful," Babus whispered, an ache in his heart--for the love he thought he would never have, and the thought of never having it again. He would indeed die if he never had Mewt to himself again.

Mewt leaned forward to nuzzle Babus' neck, his hands still slick with oil. With one hand he massaged the small, rouge-glossed crown furthest from him, latching onto the other little bud with his mouth, and the other hand he slipped underneath Babus to the small ring that was slick with his saliva.

"Mmh," Babus whined as he was penetrated once more. Mewt worked into him with one finger, then slipped another in, plundering the sweet tightness of the Nu Mou's body. Mewt wondered if he was hurting Babus, but the moans and gasps from his companion didn't sound at all pained.

"P-Please!" Babus wailed desperately. "Please, oh please . . . " He wrung out his words, his lips quivering and pursing over and over, his legs shaking and shuddering. "Don't torture me . . . you're so very cruel!"

Mewt gently withdrew his fingers, licking them from base to tip and smelling the fragrance of the perspiration he'd worked Babus into.

Babus panted to catch his breath, gasping like one who was drowning. At last he had his breath steady, and he whispered, " . . . Come, my Prince . . . "

"Only when I'm finished," Mewt smirked. "Until then, you'll be the one coming." He leaned over Babus, supporting himself with one hand, and pulled him into a warm, intruding kiss, his tongue thrusting and dancing against Babus' own. With the other, he gripped his erection, and slowly, carefully slid it past the dusky rose ring into Babus' body.

The warmth of the Runeseeker wrapped him in a sheath of delicious slickness, quivering and contracting tighter around him. "Tiiiight . . . yeah . . . " He rubbed his belly against Babus' sex, feeling it smear moisture on his skin, and lifted his tongue from Babus' mouth, licking under the edge of his ear and in.

Babus keened out at both the sensation of Mewt's smooth, thick phallus inside him and the penetration of his ear canal by the Prince's sweeping tongue. "Y . . . yes, my Prince . . . oh yes . . . this is . . . such a glorious feeling . . . " He could hear angels singing inside his head, almost as if he were in Heaven itself--no, Heaven could not compare to this feeling, the completeness, the feeling of being at one and whole with Mewt. He arched upward against Mewt and panted wantonly, as the Prince began to thrust into him gently . . . or at least, gentle on the pull, but deep and firm on the push. Babus adored this . . . it was so good, so enflaming, so--absolutely wonderful . . .

"Mmhn . . . " Mewt groaned and lifted, pulling Babus up into a sitting position in his lap. Babus whined with desire at the change in position, the deeper penetration, and began to rise and fall in time with Mewt's sweetly plundering delves into him.

"Yes," he moaned low, as Mewt lowered his hands to Babus' soft rump and kneaded the mounds in his hands. Babus' tail swished and coiled, brushing over the well-worked, but still very delicate fingers.

"I want to know," Mewt whispered, "what you're like . . . I want to be as close to you as possible . . . " His lips drifted to Babus' neck and sucked at it with their rhythm. The Nu Mou's fingers sifted and pulled his hair, drawing his head closer, pulling the two of them together inexorably. "Let me in . . . "

"At the risk . . . of sounding . . . cheeky," - Babus' fingers lowered to Mewt's back and raked it with an especially deep thrust from the Prince - "you're already in . . . as far as you can go . . . "

"Maybe . . . " Mewt sank against Babus, pushing him back into the pillows, and began to work him hard. The Nu Mou's gasps of pleasure were music to his ears as he gently stroked him, while at the same time plundering the succulent sheath of his body. "But I want more."

"You're not alone," Babus panted. "Not in this . . . and not in anything else, for that matter." He arched upward, feeling the smooth silk of Mewt's chest against his own, and lifted his fingers to his mouth, biting them . . . oh, the end was coming, and it was coming fast . . .

He inhaled sharply, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. A trembling had begun, quaking through his belly and outward, he couldn't bear it . . . "My Prince," he gasped possessively, his body beginning to convulse.

"Yes?" Mewt's thrusts deepened, nearly driving him insane. Babus' nails raked across his back. "Let it come, Babus," Mewt whispered. He himself was close, so close . . . but he couldn't let himself go . . . no, not until Babus had . . .

"Nh . . . nnhmn . . . " Babus' lashes fluttered; that tormenting quiver was racketing through him now, his heart was racing, his tail was twitching and coiling, and he was . . . he was . . . "Prince Mewt," he whined. "It's coming . . . I can't stop it . . . "

"Let it come," Mewt said again and lowered his mouth behind Babus' ear, licking and suckling at the tenderness there.

"I . . . iii . . . " Babus closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body arch up, and wailed as his passion--his love!--left him in a crashing wave. His tail torrentially shook along with the rest of him as he writhed in the throes of orgasm.

Mewt gulped a breath and sobbed out, "Babus . . . !", grinding his hips into the Nu Mou's velvet rump. His spine sizzled with heat as his own passions flooded Babus, his mind clouding and hazing. Nestling his head into Babus' silken hair, he continued to sob quietly, his fingers clenching in the sheets.

~

Babus was the first to recover, but only barely. He opened his eyes and blinked in the darkness of the room, then shook his head softly and closed them again, lifting his fingers to Mewt's leaf-red hair. "Goodnight, my Prince," he sighed gratefully, feeling a warm, drowsy throbbing inside him.

And from outside the window, a pair of icy amber eyes watched . . .