What fools these mortals be
Yoochun snuggled up against his pregnant wife, their arms and legs tangled together. He nuzzled her neck; her scent a hint of spring flowers. Finding himself aroused he pressed his lips to hers. Half asleep, Liliana opened up to his affection; he slid his tongue between her teeth, her mouth warm and inviting. She responded in kind, moaning his name as the kiss intensified. Breathless, he released her; his slender fingers caressing her breasts and her swollen belly. Yoochun planted a gentle peck upon her navel; sighing deeply he rested his head and waited for his baby to kick. Liliana ran her fingers through his hair as they lay together in the darkness.
“I have a problem,” he stated.
She giggled and he looked at her, a frown upon his face.
“So I see,” she replied, as she watched him rub his hand up and down his erection.
“The Fairy Queen says you are too big now. She says I have to leave you alone.”
Liliana raised an eyebrow.
“Did she now? Perhaps she is jealous. You have not been with her for some time.”
Yoochun blushed. It was true; he had been avoiding his adopted mother for several months. His relationship with Titania was a strange one; she was faerie folk; he was elven. She had raised him as her own, yet when he reached a certain age, their mother-son relationship changed overnight. As if compelled by some force, Titania initiated Yoochun in the ways of love, and things were never the same.
“I must be a good husband to you now,” he said, a stern look on his face.
Liliana laughed, bringing tears to his eyes.
“Why must everyone make fun of me?” he sniffled.
Liliana wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“I love you,” she breathed as she kissed him sweetly on the mouth.
“You love me, even though I’m an idiot?”
She laughed at him but stopped as she felt the baby kick. Liliana grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. They waited in silence until he felt the child move once more.
He put his head upon her lap and wept. She rubbed his back and whispered calming words to him.
“I’m so happy,” he cried, as she continued to soothe him.
“Shh. It’s alright now.”
Lifting his head and wiping his nose, he looked deeply into her dark eyes.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Liliana smiled and kissed him once more.
“Go now. Go see Titania. I’m tired. I need my rest.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“I shall stay with you.”
Liliana narrowed her eyes at him.
“Go,” she pointed to the door. “I will get no rest as long as you are aroused. Don’t come back until you are spent, I order you.”
Yoochun reluctantly got up from the bed. He quickly dressed himself, gingerly tucking his hardened shaft within the softness of his deer skin loin cloth.
He bowed deeply to his wife and left her alone to get some sleep.
As he wandered out into the darkness, Yoochun heard voices. Like a child playing a game, he ducked behind a tree and hid. As the voices grew louder, he peeked and stood still.
His heart stopped.
It was the Fairy Queen; but she was not alone. Beside her strode a great figure of a man. Nearly a head taller than the beauteous Queen, the stranger was strong and sturdy; his shoulders, chest and back, broad. His hair and beard were the color of copper, his eyes piercing blue. He was a sight to behold. Most striking of all his features were his wings; big beautiful golden wings.
Yoochun swallowed hard.
He had returned; Oberon, Lord of the Fairies; Titania’s husband.
Yoochun slid to the forest floor, his back up against the tree. Grasping his knees he turned to look at the couple once more. As they walked, they held hands, talking and laughing together, making gestures like lovers.
Lovers; husband and wife.
A single tear fell onto Yoochun’s cheek as Titania and Oberon kissed. As their lips parted, Titania glanced across her shoulder. Her eyes met Yoochun; he tried to turn away, but her gaze mesmerized him. She nodded her head and he reluctantly acknowledged her. The Lord of the Fairies took his wife by the hand once more and she followed him willingly. The elven youth shuddered; his eyes stinging as tears dribbled down his cherry red lips. They trembled as Oberon and Titania melted into the woods.
Left all alone in the darkness, the elven youth known as Yoochun wept uncontrollably. The woman who had raised him as a child was gone. She had loved him above all others; she had taken his virginity; she had taken his heart and soul. Rage boiled up inside him. She was his! How dare Oberon take her away from him? Did he think he could disappear for years and suddenly woo her back?
Still hugging his knees he rocked back and forth; biting his thumb nail until he broke it off. He spit it out of his mouth and tried to stand, but dizziness overcame him. He fell to the forest floor and began to retch. His body shook; insides twisting as he spewed his guts out upon the forest floor. Yoochun arched forward as he vomited; over and over again until there was nothing left inside him. He continued to heave but his stomach was empty. Breathing steadied; heart slowed down, Yoochun staggered to his feet and wiped his mouth.
“Shit, what a mess,” he cursed as he surveyed the damage he had done. Using a fallen tree branch, he did his best to wipe away the evidence of his temporary illness. He threw the branch aside and wandered off into the black of night. Not paying attention he collided head on into something.
“Ow. Fuck that hurt,” Yoochun exclaimed, his hand upon his forehead.
A loud gasp escaped someone’s lips.
Yoochun blinked. He looked up to find Changmin staring straight at him. He was rubbing his elbow.
The gasp had come from a young elven girl who stood at Changmin’s side.
“You have a hard head, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun moaned.
“Not as hard as my cock, Minku.”
The elven girl put her hand to her mouth. She curtsied quickly and ran off in the opposite direction.
“Have I interrupted something Minku?”
Changmin sighed.
“You are an idiot Chunnie, and for once I am glad of it. Her conversation was boring me to death.”
The two youths burst out in laughter.
“Who was she,” Yoochun inquired.
Changmin put his arm around his friend.
“My future wife.”
Yoochun froze in his tracks.
“Not you too, Minku?”
Changmin nodded.
“They told me tonight. They decided that after seeing how bad you were with the changes, they didn’t want me to go through the same thing. They are preparing us both to make it easier.”
Yoochun bowed his head.
“I’m happy for you Minku.”
Changmin shook his head.
“Not only are you an idiot, Chunnie, but you are a liar. You are miserable. I can always tell when something isn’t right. Tell me what’s happening.”
Yoochun began to cry.
“She’s gone Minku. Titania is gone. Oberon has returned. He’s taken her away from me.”
Changmin held his friend tightly
“I’m sorry Yoochun. There’s nothing you can do.”
The two friends stared into each others eyes.
“Why does everyone I love leave me?”
“I’m still here. I’ll stay with you forever.”
Yoochun blinked.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Changmin grabbed Yoochun’s hand.
“Come, let’s go”
“Go where?”
Changmin wore an evil grin.
“You’ll see.’
They ran until they were breathless; Changmin stopping in front of a small building. Opening the door carefully, they crept inside. Yoochun’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“The ale house,” Yoochun exclaimed.
Changmin put his fingers to his lips. He opened up a small cask of ale and drank straight from it. He passed it to Yoochun who eagerly guzzled down the frothy beverage. As the golden drink flowed, the two men forgot their troubles, save one.
“Changmin?”
“Huh?’
“I’ve got a problem.”
Yoochun undid the ties to his loin cloth, exposing his rigid length to his beloved Minku.
“Bring the problem here Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun staggered over to Changmin who sat upon the ale house floor, his back up against some large barrels of wine.
Yoochun licked his lips as Changmin undressed himself, revealing his own cock which was ready and practically standing at attention.
“Straddle me Chun,” he commanded the smaller man.
Yoochun sat in Changmin’s lap; both men gasping as their skin touched. They had not been alone with each other for many months.
“Kiss me,” Changmin entreated, and Yoochun willingly obeyed.
His bee stung lips crushed against Changmin’s equally full mouth. The men moaned each other’s names as they embraced; lips sucking, tongues thrusting hard and fast. It had been too long; way too long. Yoochun buried his head in the crook of his beloved Minku’s neck; the youngster raking his nails down his lovers back.
“My Chunnie is so lovely,” he breathed, “more lovely than any female in the land.”
Yoochun flinched as Changmin’s hands slid their way between his legs, cupping him slowly; deft fingers placed upon the seam which ran down the center. Yoochun’s breath hitched as Changmin gently squeezed his fingers together then released; repeating this ritual several times until Yoochun begged him to stop.
“You’ll make me come too soon, Minku,” he moaned.
Changmin nodded and drank more ale. He shoved it in front of Yoochun who opened his mouth to receive the golden goodness. He giggled and it spilled down his chest; Changmin licking the excess off of his slender torso; tongue flicking out to make his lovers nipples hard.
Changmin tossed the empty cask aside; fingers now rubbing against his lover’s entrance. Yoochun cried as Changmin stretched him out; body shivering in anticipation.
“Please Minku, please.”
Yoochun bit his lip as he felt the tip of his beloved Minku’s arousal rub against him.
“I’m waiting Chun,” Changmin breathed. “Take me inside you. Impale yourself upon my sex and ride me.”
Yoochun grabbed Changmin’s hands and placed them on his hips. In one fluid movement he slid his body down upon Changmin’s hardened shaft, gritting his teeth as he took his lover’s full length deep within him.
Breathless, Yoochun could not move. In a barely audible voice, he called out to his lover.
“Help me Minku. Help me.”
With great strength, Changmin began to thrust into Yoochun, his body rocking back and forth. He found his rhythm; Yoochun’s body relaxing as the thrusts became steady. He placed Yoochun gently upon his back, continuing to push deeper and deeper until he scraped up against that special spot; his lover’s wiry body bucking as Changmin slammed into him hard. Yoochun’s cock twitched; his sensitive skin rubbing against his body; the viscous fluid weeping from the tip of his arousal. Chest heaving; heart racing, he prepared for his release. He grunted as he spilled; the pressure which had been building up inside him finally relieved.
Changmin slid out of Yoochun’s opening; his cock still erect. Yoochun leaned in and took it fully in his mouth. He sucked upon Changmin’s ample shaft, getting it slick and wet with saliva. It was all that Changmin needed. A warm, sticky burst coated the back of Yoochun’s throat; he swallowed it all and released Changmin’s length with a loud pop. They sat breathless; huddled in the dark, both shaking like frightened children.
“I love you Minku.”
“Forever, Chunnie.”
Changmin grabbed another cask of ale. As he was about to drink from it, a woman’s shrill voice echoed through the night.
“Changmin, where are you?”
Yoochun glanced at his lover who had a nervous look upon his face.
“What in the name of all the Gods is that?”
Changmin sighed.
“That, is my future wife.”
Yoochun shuddered.
“You are so busted.”
“Shut up, you idiot……”
“I have a problem,” he stated.
She giggled and he looked at her, a frown upon his face.
“So I see,” she replied, as she watched him rub his hand up and down his erection.
“The Fairy Queen says you are too big now. She says I have to leave you alone.”
Liliana raised an eyebrow.
“Did she now? Perhaps she is jealous. You have not been with her for some time.”
Yoochun blushed. It was true; he had been avoiding his adopted mother for several months. His relationship with Titania was a strange one; she was faerie folk; he was elven. She had raised him as her own, yet when he reached a certain age, their mother-son relationship changed overnight. As if compelled by some force, Titania initiated Yoochun in the ways of love, and things were never the same.
“I must be a good husband to you now,” he said, a stern look on his face.
Liliana laughed, bringing tears to his eyes.
“Why must everyone make fun of me?” he sniffled.
Liliana wiped the tears from his cheeks.
“I love you,” she breathed as she kissed him sweetly on the mouth.
“You love me, even though I’m an idiot?”
She laughed at him but stopped as she felt the baby kick. Liliana grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. They waited in silence until he felt the child move once more.
He put his head upon her lap and wept. She rubbed his back and whispered calming words to him.
“I’m so happy,” he cried, as she continued to soothe him.
“Shh. It’s alright now.”
Lifting his head and wiping his nose, he looked deeply into her dark eyes.
“I don’t deserve you.”
Liliana smiled and kissed him once more.
“Go now. Go see Titania. I’m tired. I need my rest.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“I shall stay with you.”
Liliana narrowed her eyes at him.
“Go,” she pointed to the door. “I will get no rest as long as you are aroused. Don’t come back until you are spent, I order you.”
Yoochun reluctantly got up from the bed. He quickly dressed himself, gingerly tucking his hardened shaft within the softness of his deer skin loin cloth.
He bowed deeply to his wife and left her alone to get some sleep.
As he wandered out into the darkness, Yoochun heard voices. Like a child playing a game, he ducked behind a tree and hid. As the voices grew louder, he peeked and stood still.
His heart stopped.
It was the Fairy Queen; but she was not alone. Beside her strode a great figure of a man. Nearly a head taller than the beauteous Queen, the stranger was strong and sturdy; his shoulders, chest and back, broad. His hair and beard were the color of copper, his eyes piercing blue. He was a sight to behold. Most striking of all his features were his wings; big beautiful golden wings.
Yoochun swallowed hard.
He had returned; Oberon, Lord of the Fairies; Titania’s husband.
Yoochun slid to the forest floor, his back up against the tree. Grasping his knees he turned to look at the couple once more. As they walked, they held hands, talking and laughing together, making gestures like lovers.
Lovers; husband and wife.
A single tear fell onto Yoochun’s cheek as Titania and Oberon kissed. As their lips parted, Titania glanced across her shoulder. Her eyes met Yoochun; he tried to turn away, but her gaze mesmerized him. She nodded her head and he reluctantly acknowledged her. The Lord of the Fairies took his wife by the hand once more and she followed him willingly. The elven youth shuddered; his eyes stinging as tears dribbled down his cherry red lips. They trembled as Oberon and Titania melted into the woods.
Left all alone in the darkness, the elven youth known as Yoochun wept uncontrollably. The woman who had raised him as a child was gone. She had loved him above all others; she had taken his virginity; she had taken his heart and soul. Rage boiled up inside him. She was his! How dare Oberon take her away from him? Did he think he could disappear for years and suddenly woo her back?
Still hugging his knees he rocked back and forth; biting his thumb nail until he broke it off. He spit it out of his mouth and tried to stand, but dizziness overcame him. He fell to the forest floor and began to retch. His body shook; insides twisting as he spewed his guts out upon the forest floor. Yoochun arched forward as he vomited; over and over again until there was nothing left inside him. He continued to heave but his stomach was empty. Breathing steadied; heart slowed down, Yoochun staggered to his feet and wiped his mouth.
“Shit, what a mess,” he cursed as he surveyed the damage he had done. Using a fallen tree branch, he did his best to wipe away the evidence of his temporary illness. He threw the branch aside and wandered off into the black of night. Not paying attention he collided head on into something.
“Ow. Fuck that hurt,” Yoochun exclaimed, his hand upon his forehead.
A loud gasp escaped someone’s lips.
Yoochun blinked. He looked up to find Changmin staring straight at him. He was rubbing his elbow.
The gasp had come from a young elven girl who stood at Changmin’s side.
“You have a hard head, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun moaned.
“Not as hard as my cock, Minku.”
The elven girl put her hand to her mouth. She curtsied quickly and ran off in the opposite direction.
“Have I interrupted something Minku?”
Changmin sighed.
“You are an idiot Chunnie, and for once I am glad of it. Her conversation was boring me to death.”
The two youths burst out in laughter.
“Who was she,” Yoochun inquired.
Changmin put his arm around his friend.
“My future wife.”
Yoochun froze in his tracks.
“Not you too, Minku?”
Changmin nodded.
“They told me tonight. They decided that after seeing how bad you were with the changes, they didn’t want me to go through the same thing. They are preparing us both to make it easier.”
Yoochun bowed his head.
“I’m happy for you Minku.”
Changmin shook his head.
“Not only are you an idiot, Chunnie, but you are a liar. You are miserable. I can always tell when something isn’t right. Tell me what’s happening.”
Yoochun began to cry.
“She’s gone Minku. Titania is gone. Oberon has returned. He’s taken her away from me.”
Changmin held his friend tightly
“I’m sorry Yoochun. There’s nothing you can do.”
The two friends stared into each others eyes.
“Why does everyone I love leave me?”
“I’m still here. I’ll stay with you forever.”
Yoochun blinked.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Changmin grabbed Yoochun’s hand.
“Come, let’s go”
“Go where?”
Changmin wore an evil grin.
“You’ll see.’
They ran until they were breathless; Changmin stopping in front of a small building. Opening the door carefully, they crept inside. Yoochun’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“The ale house,” Yoochun exclaimed.
Changmin put his fingers to his lips. He opened up a small cask of ale and drank straight from it. He passed it to Yoochun who eagerly guzzled down the frothy beverage. As the golden drink flowed, the two men forgot their troubles, save one.
“Changmin?”
“Huh?’
“I’ve got a problem.”
Yoochun undid the ties to his loin cloth, exposing his rigid length to his beloved Minku.
“Bring the problem here Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun staggered over to Changmin who sat upon the ale house floor, his back up against some large barrels of wine.
Yoochun licked his lips as Changmin undressed himself, revealing his own cock which was ready and practically standing at attention.
“Straddle me Chun,” he commanded the smaller man.
Yoochun sat in Changmin’s lap; both men gasping as their skin touched. They had not been alone with each other for many months.
“Kiss me,” Changmin entreated, and Yoochun willingly obeyed.
His bee stung lips crushed against Changmin’s equally full mouth. The men moaned each other’s names as they embraced; lips sucking, tongues thrusting hard and fast. It had been too long; way too long. Yoochun buried his head in the crook of his beloved Minku’s neck; the youngster raking his nails down his lovers back.
“My Chunnie is so lovely,” he breathed, “more lovely than any female in the land.”
Yoochun flinched as Changmin’s hands slid their way between his legs, cupping him slowly; deft fingers placed upon the seam which ran down the center. Yoochun’s breath hitched as Changmin gently squeezed his fingers together then released; repeating this ritual several times until Yoochun begged him to stop.
“You’ll make me come too soon, Minku,” he moaned.
Changmin nodded and drank more ale. He shoved it in front of Yoochun who opened his mouth to receive the golden goodness. He giggled and it spilled down his chest; Changmin licking the excess off of his slender torso; tongue flicking out to make his lovers nipples hard.
Changmin tossed the empty cask aside; fingers now rubbing against his lover’s entrance. Yoochun cried as Changmin stretched him out; body shivering in anticipation.
“Please Minku, please.”
Yoochun bit his lip as he felt the tip of his beloved Minku’s arousal rub against him.
“I’m waiting Chun,” Changmin breathed. “Take me inside you. Impale yourself upon my sex and ride me.”
Yoochun grabbed Changmin’s hands and placed them on his hips. In one fluid movement he slid his body down upon Changmin’s hardened shaft, gritting his teeth as he took his lover’s full length deep within him.
Breathless, Yoochun could not move. In a barely audible voice, he called out to his lover.
“Help me Minku. Help me.”
With great strength, Changmin began to thrust into Yoochun, his body rocking back and forth. He found his rhythm; Yoochun’s body relaxing as the thrusts became steady. He placed Yoochun gently upon his back, continuing to push deeper and deeper until he scraped up against that special spot; his lover’s wiry body bucking as Changmin slammed into him hard. Yoochun’s cock twitched; his sensitive skin rubbing against his body; the viscous fluid weeping from the tip of his arousal. Chest heaving; heart racing, he prepared for his release. He grunted as he spilled; the pressure which had been building up inside him finally relieved.
Changmin slid out of Yoochun’s opening; his cock still erect. Yoochun leaned in and took it fully in his mouth. He sucked upon Changmin’s ample shaft, getting it slick and wet with saliva. It was all that Changmin needed. A warm, sticky burst coated the back of Yoochun’s throat; he swallowed it all and released Changmin’s length with a loud pop. They sat breathless; huddled in the dark, both shaking like frightened children.
“I love you Minku.”
“Forever, Chunnie.”
Changmin grabbed another cask of ale. As he was about to drink from it, a woman’s shrill voice echoed through the night.
“Changmin, where are you?”
Yoochun glanced at his lover who had a nervous look upon his face.
“What in the name of all the Gods is that?”
Changmin sighed.
“That, is my future wife.”
Yoochun shuddered.
“You are so busted.”
“Shut up, you idiot……”