Confessions

Confessions
part five

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I thought nothing else would come of it. Oh, how I wish I had been right...

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For the rest of the week Babus existed in a dreamy state; though the Templars and the maidservants prodded him, nothing would convince him to tell them just what was going on. He was called to Mewt's chambers often, and each time he arrived to do whatever task was required of him, Mewt gazed at him hungrily, his eyes roving up and down Babus' slender frame. In truth Babus didn't mind this attention at all; no, it was rather refreshing to be so sought by another.

Llednar, of course, was the obvious exception. He had no idea what the Biskmatar was planning, and frankly didn't want to know; as far as he was concerned, if he didn't see the Mageknight, he didn't have to think about him. And he did that quite well, working through his tasks without a care, never suspecting something was wrong. Oh, perhaps some part of him suspected it, but there wasn't any outward sign. Nor was there a sign of Llednar. The blond had simply disappeared both off Babus' radar and that of the palace, as well as staying away from Mewt. Perhaps he knew for certain what was going on between the two now, instead of speculating.

Babus was doing menial tasks this morning before daybreak, helping the maidservants with their washing. Carmine and the others did not expect this help, but it was well appreciated by all of them. They stared after the Runeseeker with obvious longing in their eyes and admired every part of him, from his long, brushy tail to his elegantly parted ears.

"Babus, are you all right?" Carmine asked him as he dumped a fresh basket of laundry into the tub to be washed.

"Well, to be honest, my head is still reeling. If it hadn't been for Mewt, I don't know what I would have done."

Carmine's lips quirked at the slip, but she said nothing.

One of the maidservants opened her mouth to reply. "But---"

Carmine stepped on her friend's tail. "Stop it," she hissed. "Be quiet." To Babus she gave a knowing wink---such a sly pair these two were, but she knew just what was going on.

"Mm...yes." Babus misliked the gleam in Carmine's eyes as she spoke again.

"So, Babus, you have business with Prince Mewt today?"

"He hasn't called me," Babus lied softly. He had been in Mewt's chambers the night before, and had left to avoid the questions that would arise.

"What a shame. But it is certainly a good thing that you are all right."

"That will soon change," a voice called from the doorway. In the room stepped Ezel Berbier, brushing dust from his robe and yawning.

"Ezel!" Carmine growled. "You go away, you pervert!" She slapped him with her laundry paddle.

"Ai, woman..." The hermetic rubbed the aching knot on his head and shook his ears. "I come to bring Babus some news."

"What is it?" Babus lifted a pale brow.

"Llednar is back from his mission for Queen Remedi." Ezel shrugged. "Eh, he'll like as not go back to stepping on your tail."

"What did you mean when you said that I wouldn't be well for much longer?" Babus hadn't noticed Llednar's disappearance. He'd simply thought the Biskmatar was out fighting or somesuch.

"Are you stupid? I mean that Llednar obviously has something up his starchy sleeves." Ezel sniffed at a pair of panties hanging on the line and sighed contentedly. "The Queen, ai, she wears such beautiful things."

"Things you should not touch," Carmine objected firmly and swatted him on the rump with her paddle. "You are an ill-mannered pervert."

"Ai, woman . . . Would you stop hitting me for once? I bring important news!" Ezel stepped away from the clothesline and folded his fingers together in a sign of mock-respect for Babus. "I have heard of what happened to you, oh favored of the Prince. Apparently some are jealous of the rapport you have with His Brattiness."

Babus scowled. "You ignorant ass. If you knew anything about this mess, you'd also know just who to avoid."

"So someone has a fetish for Nu Mou, eh? Not so bad if it's a woman. I haven't had a piece of pound cake since . . . oh, about maybe five hundred years ago. Vedamina wasn't exactly the nicest woman I could have chosen to marry. But I had a tiramisu on my last birthday . . . " Ezel waggled his brows. "Very nice, she was. Her name was Lita and she had the longest upright ears I've ever seen."

"Euw, Ezel, we did not need to know that." Carmine bopped Ezel with the laundry paddle. "Now what's your important news?"

"Mmmm, cake . . . " Ezel licked his lips and shook his head. "So, Babus, who has the fetish for pound cake?"

"Ezel! That is ENOUGH!" Carmine whacked Ezel into the washing tub. "Now tell us what is going on, or I'll have your ears."

Ezel surfaced with a splutter, spitting soapy water into the air. "Ai, you violent little shrew! I was about to tell you." Shaking water out of his ears, he revealed, "I saw Llednar heading for Muscadet this morning, on the way to Jagd Helje. I know he was going there, because I overheard him asking---or rather, demanding to know where Vili's curiosity shoppe was."

Babus' slender brows shot straight up. "For once, I am glad you were nosey. But Vili's 'shoppe' is nothing more than a torture chamber. Manacles, blindfolds, riding crops, whips, knives, various creams meant to bolster sensation in unpleasant ways . . . "

"Yes," Ezel laughed. "It seems he's the one with a fetish, no? . . . which makes me wonder. I do not really care, kiddo, but who violated you?"

Babus lowered his head. "I think you know the answer to that question."

Ezel shrugged. "You, my boy, are in for a world of hurt. So stay away from Llednar. If you don't, I wouldn't be surprised if he used his new toys on you." Lifting his soaked hat from the washing tub, he wrung out the soapy water and pulled it over his ears. "I will see you again . . . if you live that long." With that he shook his head and departed.

"I have a feeling," Babus whispered miserably, "that he'll do just that . . . "

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The day broke beautifully over Bervenia Palace. Mewt lay in his grand, high bed, murmuring fond endearments to the Nu Mou curled up beside him. In reply the long orange-and-white tail uncoiled and wagged contentedly.

"You don't have to get up," Mewt whispered before his companion could rise. "You can stay here with me. No one will mind."

A distinctly female voice whispered back, "Mmmm. It is prudent that I attend to my duties, Prince Mewt, but I thank you for your invitation."

"Huh?" Mewt sat bolt-upright in his bed and stared over at the female Nu Mou under the covers. "Lotte?"

Lotte giggled, popping her head up from the thick blankets. "Yes, Prince Mewt. I will bring you your breakfast."

"Where's Babus?"

"Oh, he woke early to help the maidservants with the washing. Said something about not wanting to wake you."

Disappointment crept on many small legs into Mewt's stomach. "I guess he feels ashamed of himself." He lowered his head. "I hardly think he'd have a reason . . . " Burrowing into the covers, he smelled the last of Babus' scent upon the pillows. A tear trickled down his cheek and he buried his head into the pillows. "Why did he leave me?"

"I hardly know, Prince Mewt." Lotte frowned sadly, rising from the bed. "I am sorry. I will bring you washing water, and then your breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," Mewt whispered, lamenting.

"It is all right, Prince Mewt," Lotte replied. "He is perfectly well. Right now he is working with the maidservants. I suppose he wishes to aid Carmine after she aided him. Babus always thinks of others."

"Yes, he does . . . " Mewt chewed at his lip until a tiny thread of scarlet meandered down his chin. "I'm sure he wouldn't want me to worry . . . "

"Comecome, Prince Mewt," Lotte said eagerly. "I will take you to the communal baths, and then we will find Babus." She straightened her robes and pulled him from the covers. "I am sure he will be quite happy to see you."

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Babus stepped down the hall to the linen pantry, opening the door and closing it behind him. He stepped up the small ladder set by the shelves and began to sort the linens into their place.

The door opened and closed again. Babus' heart leapt into his throat.

"Er . . . m-m . . . Llednar?" he tried. "Please, please don't be Llednar . . . " He stepped down the ladder and reached for his Rune Mace. Though there was hardly enough room to swing it, he could defend himself this time.

Arms caught him around the waist and pulled him up to a pair of moist lips, kissing, a tongue licking along the seam of his mouth. He moaned around the kiss and gasped as the tongue, sweetened with wine, slipped in to plunder the cavern of his mouth. "Ah---My Prince!" he cried.

"Shhh, Babus. Do you think we're alone in this hall?" Mewt whispered back.

"No, likely not," Babus tweeted. "Oh, Prince Mewt, I was so afraid that Llednar had found me again." He clung tightly to Mewt as the Prince lifted him onto a small shelf just above him and plundered his lips again. "Mmmmm."

"Didn't I tell you to call me Mewt?" The whisper sent thrills into Babus' chest.

Babus nodded. "Y-yes . . . "

"And why did you leave me? I missed you. You didn't have to leave me. I would have stayed in bed with you all day."

Babus ached. "I know, my Prince . . . but I had to attend to my duties, and help Carmine with the washing."

Mewt lowered his head. "So you didn't want to stay. I should have known."

"N . . . no, that isn't why---"

Mewt cut Babus off, kissing the stitched seam in his ear. "I'm sorry. You must be ashamed of yourself." He gently tongued the little point of ear and nibbled at it. "But I'm not."

"I'm not either," Babus insisted huskily. "I did want to stay. But I had to repay my debt to Carmine. And I still haven't. She saved my life."

"Now's not the time to think of that," Mewt whispered. "I've been trying to find you all morning."

"And w-why," Babus' voice quivered, "were you trying to do that?" He arched up into Mewt as the Prince reached to ply the soft spot just beneath his tail. "Oh, Ultima," Babus breathed, biting his lip. "Oh, Prince Mewt. Not here. Someone will come in with more linens any moment."

"I don't care." Mewt's mouth slid up Babus' ear, to the base, and licked and sucked. Babus' heart leapt like a trip-hammer. "I don't care," Mewt repeated, kissing Babus hard. The Nu Mou fairly writhed in his grasp.

Rising back from Babus, Mewt stood before the small shafts of light showing through the door. His eyes twinkled in the darkness as he pulled his buttoned shirt open.

Babus gazed hungrily at Mewt. Even in the dark, his eyes were quite trained, and so he could see with little trouble. He wet his lips with his tongue as Mewt circled the dark buds of his nipples with long, slender fingers, standing still as a statue.

"I want you," Babus whispered, huskily. "I want you inside me, my Prince. Nothing else will do for me."

"Nor for me," Mewt assured. "Babus, unlace my pants."

"Yes, my Prince." Babus eagerly dropped to his knees before Mewt and pulled the lacings of his pants out delicately. He sighed appreciatively as Mewt's sex bounced free, between his waiting hands, and leaned down to kiss it. "My Prince," he whispered, "you're so very clean . . . and it's so lively . . . . "

"That's what you do to me . . . " Mewt hissed in breath as Babus' mouth sank down, enveloping his shaft in warm, tight, wet suction. "God," he gasped out, pulling Babus closer to him, shivering, thrusting a little into Babus' mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as the Nu Mou's tongue swept over the dripping crown and prodded at the slit, milking more of his seed out. "Yes . . . yes . . . God yes . . . " His fingers threaded into Babus' hair and held him still as his hips bobbed.

Babus closed his eyes, listening to the short pants and gasps of Mewt's breathing. Mewt whined endearments, pleaded, swore in curses the Runeseeker had never heard, and then his hands roughly seized Babus and pushed him away, off his quivering sex.

"Mmmm." Babus licked his lips. "My Prince. What is it you wish of me now?"

"Kiss me," Mewt panted. "Come kiss me." He sank to his knees, eye-level with Babus' full height, and opened his arms wide. Babus leapt into them without a thought, his mouth seeking Mewt's warmly. Their tongues danced, twined, mated, and then Babus felt damp hands lifting his tunic, unlacing his trousers in the back. He moaned aloud into Mewt's mouth as the Prince's slick fingers found the dusky pink ring beneath his tail.

"Yes," he whimpered. "Oh yes. Quickly, my Prince . . . I don't-don't know how long I can last . . . please, please, please . . . " He lifted Mewt's free hand to his mouth and sucked his long fingers wantonly.

Mewt's sex twitched visibly against Babus. "God, Babus, you're making me so horny . . . I don't think this will be anywhere near as long as we both want it to be."

"Long?" Babus' breath quivered in his throat. "If it's long, we're bound to be caught. Ravish me, my Prince. Take me as high as you can, as fast as you can." He writhed back against Mewt's probing fingers, his heart quickening with excitement.

"Yeah." Mewt slid his fingers out, reaching down to stroke his neglected sex. It throbbed in his hand, little pearly droplets of seed leaking from the slit. This he smoothed over the length, smiling as he noticed Babus' eyes had never left his. "I love you, Babus," he whispered. "I love you."

"And I love you." Babus opened his arms. "Come, my Prince, come have your fill of me." He gasped when Mewt lifted him easily into his arms, bracing him against the stepladder. Mewt's lips urgently sought his, kissing, licking, sucking. Babus' voice sobbed from his throat. "Yes," he moaned into Mewt's mouth. "Come, my Prince, I must have you inside me . . . a fever burns inside me . . . it needs to be quenched . . . "

"I'll quench it," Mewt vowed, and impaled Babus deep onto his shaft. The succulent sheath of Babus' body surrounded him like a tight fist.

"Ah---!" Babus caught his lip between his teeth. "J-Just that way," he quavered. "You need not be so gentle with me anymore . . . "

"Mmhg," Mewt groaned, pulling back and thrusting hard into Babus. They both panted at the delicious sensation. Every nerve in Babus' body felt the thrust and retraction of Mewt's penis---the pulse of every vein stimulated that burning ache inside him. Mewt's sex surrounded itself again and again with tight slickness, and heat---!

Mewt dipped his head and sucked at Babus' protruding lower lip. The Runeseeker had closed his eyes, panting breathlessly, his lashes fluttering like white butterflies caught in a gale. "Yes," he whispered. "How do you want it, Babus? What will it take to make you come?"

"T-touch me," Babus whined out. "Please . . . "

"Only if you tell me how it feels," Mewt breathed. "I want to know just how you feel when I touch you." He reached to untie the lacings holding Babus' trousers together in the front, and smiled as the article puddled to Babus' ankles. "There," he whispered. "Now," his voice huskily rasped as his fingers closed around Babus' sex, "tell me how it feels . . . "

"It . . . your . . . your fingers, they're like silk," Babus whispered, "a-and they caress so gently . . . but gentle's not what either of us need at the moment, it's not quick enough . . . and magic wouldn't give either of us any benefit here . . . " He gasped out as Mewt squeezed, tugged, caressed. "Y-yes . . . it's so good," he whimpered. "I want to feel you deep, so deep inside me that we can't part . . . "

"If we found that depth, we'd be stuck together, and then we'd have a real mess," Mewt teased. "But I know what you mean . . . and what you want." He thrust in deeply, rubbing his hips against Babus' rump, his sex sliding back and forth inside the Nu Mou. Babus' barely voiced oath was enough to spur him on, and he drove harder, faster, reveling in the fingernails that raked his back until wetness bloomed from the scratches. He sucked at Babus' ear, thrusting deep, shifting his position until Babus twittered breathless endearments to him in the Nu Mou tongue. Holding that position, Mewt nibbled at Babus' ear, his fingers working Babus up and down. "I'm close," he whispered, shivers racking his body. "I'm so close . . . "

"I . . . as well . . . " Babus' head tossed back. "Please, give it to me as hard and fast as you can . . . work me hard . . . I'm not afraid . . . "

Mewt's only reply was a breathy groan as he pulled Babus close and snapped his hips back and forth. "Mmhn . . . yeah . . . just a little . . . more . . . "

Babus quivered in Mewt's arms, shuddering. "Oh, my Prince . . . I'm . . . I'm going to come . . . "

"Then come for me," Mewt ordered in a whisper, working Babus deep and hard on his shaft. His fingers rose and fell along Babus' sex, squeezing, caressing, and he leaned forward to bite at the base of the Runeseeker's ear.

This was all Babus needed. With a wail he arched up, panting, his sex erupting into Mewt's hand. He whined, sobbed, pleaded, writhed on Mewt's shaft, pinioned like a twittering bird. With a little gasping sob he pulled Mewt close, his lips crushing against the Prince's.

And Mewt's hand still caressed. Exquisite pain blossomed within Babus.

"Please," he wailed. "N-no more . . . it hurts . . . " His breath sighed out as Mewt lifted his hand, trailing the fingers across Babus' lips. "Terribly kinky," Babus tittered, but sucked at Mewt's fingers anyway. The taste was rather like ether, and silk.

"Yeah," Mewt agreed. "And this is even kinkier." He swiped his tongue across Babus' lips, enjoying the taste of the Nu Mou's essence. "You're so hot today," he whispered. "So beautiful." The flush that bloomed on Babus' cheeks gratified him. "What?" the Prince inquired. "You don't believe me?"

"Not-at-all," Babus tweeted. "I'm not beautiful."

"Yes, you are." Mewt hungrily sucked at Babus' lips until the Nu Mou opened them, and his tongue slid inside to caress Babus'.

A knock sounded on the linen pantry door.

"Babus?" Carmine's voice whispered from outside. "Are you done sorting the pantry?"

Babus jolted. "Yes," he called. "Prince Mewt was helping me."

"Oh, how nice. Hello, Prince Mewt," Carmine tittered.

Mewt stepped back from Babus and aided him in lifting his trousers back on. He laced the back, deliberately brushing over the fluttering, filled ring of muscle. Babus arched against his hands and gave a little sigh, then laced the front of his trousers and reached to lace Mewt back together.

Mewt hissed with pleasure at Babus' stroking fingers. "I'll come see you tonight," he mouthed, inaudible.

"I have no doubt," Babus mouthed back. "Go on, attend to your studies; I will be there momentarily."

Mewt wiped at the smudged gloss on Babus' lips, then kissed them and wiped the smudges of gloss from his own lips. He stepped back and opened the door. "Hello, Carmine," he greeted as he strode out of the linen pantry.

Carmine gave a glance to Babus. "Are you all right, Babus?" she whispered.

"Yes." Babus nodded. "I'll see you again later." He brushed past her, then headed out of the pantry in the opposite direction.

But as he stepped down the hall, he failed to see the Biskmatar waiting for him.

Llednar seized Babus around the middle, pressing a cold, wet rag to his mouth and nose. The Runeseeker coughed, struggled, then breathed in the rag's fumes, collapsing into Llednar's arms.

And Llednar dragged him away.

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Montblanc: Kupo . . .
Judge: Return next time for Confessions part six. *Clinks sword*