Welcome to a new short story I am working on in flash fiction form. I’ll post bits and pieces of the story as I go. If the end product results in a decent word count, I may submit it.
Enjoy Love’s Frenzy!
“Isn’t there a time when enough is enough?”
Maxwell Sardon looked up from where he sat on the palace floor. He stopped brushing his shoulder length hair and turned to his youngest sibling. “Why do you ask this? What has you bothered this time?”
Roberto’s bare feet slapped against the cool golden tiles lining their shared bedroom floor. Each step echoed as he paced, bouncing off the high ceiling and walls. Two rows of large windows occupied one end of the room. Roberto’s blurred reflection barely focused on one before he passed by another.
“Little brother, stop and talk to me.” Maxwell stood, tossing his brush atop his dresser. Cinching his robe tighter, he moved with panther like grace to the bed. He sat, catching Roberto’s arm on his next pass. “Sit and speak. Your agitation is clear. Pacing like a caged cat never quells anything.”
Roberto faced him, his agitation clearly visible. He folded his arms tight against his chest and stared. Not at Maxwell, but beyond him as though his thoughts consumed him. Whatever bothered him, it wasn’t simple.
“Luta refuses to respond to me.” Roberto plopped down next to Maxwell. Taking a deep breath, he tried to roll his shoulders and relax. Tension refused to loosen its tight grip from any portion of his body. If his damn cock and balls would cool down, he might regain some composure. Thank Gods and Goddesses no one else had seen the royal heir so upset. Damn, sometimes being an aristocrat sucked. And, not in a good way!
“Luta?” Maxwell’s tone didn’t hide his laughter.
“Yes, King Nevin’s daughter.” Roberto faced his brother. “Father’s decree allowing us to find our second wives ourselves runs out in two days.”
“I’m not worried. All available females from the lesser regions will be at the matrimonial masque tonight. Our first wives will indicate who they prefer as we cull our choices too. Besides, Luta is two-thirds human.” Maxwell’s sneer and cat like stare didn’t faze Roberto. His brother’s snobbish ideals and preferences reminded Roberto of their late mother.
“Andice will choose someone submissive. How you continue to stand her is beyond me?” There he’d spoken one thing bothering him.
Would Maxwell pick up on the importance of their second wives? What things were possible if a love match resulted? More kittens at each birth rather than smaller litters and fewer multiple births? Their lineage maybe cursed, but neither of them needed to strengthen it by making miserable pair bondings. Second mates could help bridge the gap between first mates though both same sexes often ganged up on the lone sex or shut the solitary one out.
“I tolerate her like this.” Maxwell stood, dropping his robe. Working his hands up and down his cock, he massaged pre-cum across the tip and over the head. He reached down to fondle his balls. “Lilly come and service your Lord.”
A small blonde haired woman moved from the corner where she’d been standing. Her bowed head caused her waist length hair to hide her face. Slumped shoulders added to her subdued demeanor. Yet, there was something familiar about her gait and stature that puzzled Roberto.
Roberto circled counterclockwise around the young woman standing close to Maxwell. Her coloring and build remind him of—No! Had Maxwell kidnapped Luta and seduced her? Broken her will? If he had. . .Roberto clenched his hands and spun toward Maxwell.
“How dare you?” He shouted startling the young woman. She jumped and cowered in fear. Her cat green eyes pivoting back and forth between he and Maxwell.
Roberto drew in ragged breaths, pressing his lips together, willing his next words and thoughts to still. He couldn’t and wouldn’t shed familiar blood. Damn the curse! Pitting brother against brother like common foes until several generations of males lay dead from war’s lust consuming them. No, he and Maxwell along with their few remaining male relatives vowed they would not fight over women or property. Instead they would take multiple spouses to ensure continuance of their lineage with numerous births.
“What is your problem?” Maxwell’s tone and ire smacked against Roberto’s psychic shields. Neither of them allowed others inside their private space, their inner most thoughts. Control and mental discipline required constant vigilance when in the presence of other males.
“My apologies. She looks a lot like Luta. Such a resemblance.” Roberto touched the frightened woman’s arm. She shook harder with each stroke of his hand brushing her hair off her face, tucking it behind her ears. Catching her chin, he tilted her head back looking her in the eyes.
“You may use her after I am done.” Maxwell continued stroking his cock, stepping closer to the woman. Her apparent fear filled her eyes.
Maxwell threaded his hand into her hair, grabbing several strands in his fist. He forced her head back further. “One mouth is as good as another. Fuck her if you like as she sucks me.”
Roberto forced his gaze downward. Maxwell’s power play would not affect him. Why Maxwell insisted on trying his patience made no sense. Dominance did not ensure compliance. Neither did fear. Maxwell used both thinking he led. Taking two deeps breaths, Roberto moved away from Lilly.
“Look at her ears,” Roberto gasped as he smoothed her hair behind the ear closest to him. Pointed at the top very similar to a cat’s, the rest of took on human attributes.