Author's note: I did this for the pleasure of revisiting Veranon's past. I will do this from time to time for my own enjoyment and to give some glimpses into what makes him... Him. Usually, these will be short novellas of fewer than 15k words and are completely optional in most cases. Often, they may just be sex romps. They will invariably be m/m erotica. Enjoy! P.S.: This one does contain m/m incest.
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A First Time For Everything
They were beautiful, those nude men with their glistening flesh and wet hair. They splashed carelessly, sometimes erotically, their gleaming bodies sliding seductively against one another in the shallow water of the calm lake. Veranon watched from the water's edge, his eyes on their bodies and his mind someplace else. He wanted to play with them, touch them but he was unsure, frightened even, that they would reject him.
Not long ago, he'd had a terrifying encounter with a woman, a young elf who tried to deflower the skinny young Forest Elf and in her haste, forgot how shy he was. Veranon thought he could go through with it and even found her body curvaceous and delicious to the eyes, her large breasts and erect nipples tantalizing, but even they had little impact on his libido. In frustration, she tried stroking his cock to hardness but nothing she did worked. Then she thrust his fingers into the wet opening between her thighs and he found himself utterly terrified. His cock not only grew more limp but he suspected his balls may have retreated as well as he fled from her, hearing her mocking him as he bolted down the path with his pants held tightly to his groin. He did not want a repeat of the prior performance, especially not with any of these men, who would far less kind than she had been.
Cringing from the memory, he did not hear the approach of the man who came up behind him and smacked his newly branded shoulder. He winced with the sudden pain that lanced across his back and up his neck and shot an accusatory glare up at his long-haired half brother, who was naked as the men splashing in the water in front of him. "What the fuck, you ass?" Veranon demanded hotly. He was branded only yesterday upon completing his adulthood tests so they were scabbed over and quite raw. There were two markings: a fox's black paw print on the back of his right shoulder blade and another one on his left hip, just above his hairless groin. Healing them with magic, he was told, would erase them and if that happened he would have to be rebranded.
He was not about to be rebranded. Branding meant scorching metal pushed into his delicate skin, pigment added to the wound and searing pain like nothing anyone could ever dream of in their worst nightmares. Veranon was not fond of pain, at all.
Thal laughed at his brother's insulted frown and shook his long , wet mane, showering the younger elf with droplets of cold water. "Don't be pathetic, Veranon. You're an adult now, or so you've convinced those who tested you. I remain skeptical, especially since your body remains pure as new snow. So..." Thal's dark eyes followed Veranon's original line of sight and he smiled wickedly. "Do you like what you see, brother?" he asked as he dropped himself by Veranon's side.
"I don't know. I don't think I'm allowed. Valensoril says that someday I will marry a girl from out-clan, the daughter of another clan leader but..." Veranon's voice trailed off as he caught sight of Thalizar's impressive cock with its tattooed shaft and large, thick head. He quickly looked away, his cheeks flushed.
"Veranon, you're attracted to cocks. Admit it! You couldn't follow Valen's wishes any more than I could." Thal leaned back to expose his body to the sun. He was more than aware of the effect his naked, well-muscled form had on his younger half brother even though it unnerved Veranon immensely.
Basking in the heat of Veranon's discomfort, he smirked and pulled on his cock a few times to stir an erection for Veranon's sake. The young elf blushed furiously and looked away again. "Go ahead... I know it intrigues you... Look, brother-mine. See it. Touch it if you like..." Thal whispered seductively into Veranon's scarlet ear, his lips close enough to touch, his breath hot enough to ignite a fire.
"You are sick! No! Never will I-I..." Veranon rose from the warm grass and stormed off, insulted by the laughter that followed him.
"Never say never, Veranon! The final words of failed resolve in my line of business," Thalizar laughed behind him as another man flopped down beside the older elf's body, taking Veranon's place. It both relieved and infuriated the younger brother since his attraction to Thalizar made life in his company difficult at times.
He ran hard and fast, his bare feet smacking the soft ground with each forward lunge. He had to escape Thalizar's laughter but it followed him in his mind long after his ears had left it behind. He was embarrassed, flustered and dismayed by his own body's betrayal of his desire when he thought of Thal's erect penis. It was a glorious, thick thing, perfect for holding, for sucking... For everything. He wanted it badly.
Yet allowing Thal the pleasure of proving he was right would not do. The torment would never end!
Veranon found his mother's modest habist, a small hut-like structure his fellow ground-dwelling elves made from branches molded and shaped by skilled hands and covered with animal skins and fan leaves. Magic fused it all together into one solid unit that grew with the forest around it. Alainala's habist was so overgrown with flowers and twisting vines that it resembled a small faerie mound. Veranon, by virtue of his recent success in passing his test, was now permitted his own habist, which was, unfortunately, still being built. This meant, of course, that he still had to live with his mother until the roof was sealed by nature and skins. He loved her but...
She was clan leader and strangely unsettling. She was, in a word, complex. Beautiful as a valley lit by the moon, dangerous as a stormy sea, serene as a gentle snowfall and wise as a sage, Alainala was everything an elf could be and more. She was approachable to all save her wary son, who found her overbearing and far too personal for his comfort.
Still, he really did need to talk to someone.
"Mother-?" He called as he parted the curtain and peered inside the dwelling.
"Back here in the book room, my love. I found you some tomes you need to read," Alainala called as Veranon entered the short hall. She poked her head out from the tight space she used as a tidy storage for her books and scrolls, her long, pale hair thrown over her delicate shoulder and looped around her arm. She smiled initially as she spotted him before fixing him with a raised eyebrow, her delicate head tilted slightly. "Kitling? You look... Disturbed. Are you well?"
