round 3 part 2 Ursula

****

Ah, God, Fox was so beautiful that Alex trembled with desire yet he didn't know what to do. All he had in his store of memories was what Walter had done to him...and the prince. In a frenzy of lust that could not be assuaged, he rained kisses on Fox's lips, devoured his neck, found his nipples and suckled them, pulling hard on them as if he could sate himself there. His hips writhed, pushing against the heated flesh of the beautiful prince. He moaned helplessly, not able to find satisfaction.

Fox caught at Alex's face and forced it up. It was beautiful, scarlet painted with desire. Alex's eyelids were velvet and his heavy lashes fluttered as if they were too weighted to keep open. "You don't know what to do next?" Fox asked, a ripple of humor beneath his silken voice.

Lips quivering, Alex shook his head and said, "I was a virgin until..."

Interrupting the words, Fox exclaimed in delight, "A virgin? Then I must show you!"

Someone had left balm next to the bed, no doubt Walter in caring for Alex's wound. Fox scooped some up and transferred it to Alex's right hand and guided the hand down to his opening. "You must prepare me for you. Put your finger there and move it about and..."

The familiar touch made Fox shudder. He was a man of strong passions, eager and hot blooded. When first, he had made love with Walter, it seemed impossible that he had waited so long to experience these delights. Fox's large cock stirred again. It seemed as if he had gone forever without sex and for some reason he felt very close to Walter as he made love to this pretty peasant. Alex even smelled like Walter and the thought suddenly coursed through his head and thrilled him that perhaps they could all remain together when the curse was lifted.

Alex had stopped when Fox stirred and he stared at him with great jade eyes blinking in alarm. "No, don't stop, my lover, I loved what you were doing. I know you won't hurt me. You would never hurt me."

The beautiful barbarian shivered and said, "No, never, I would give my life for you and for Walter. I know I'm a liar, a spy, and a mountebank, but I can still love. I love you."

Alex's head bent over Fox's groin, teasing his cock back to life. His fingers kept a teasing pace, mimicking the action for which he prepared the prince's opening. Fox's hand threaded through Alex's hair, he was tempted to just let himself be served in this way. What a glorious mouth the pretty rat had! However a lucky thrust of the fingers hit the prince's most sensitive spot and Fox said, "Come on, fuck me. It's a...royal command!"

A hint of a smile twitched across Alex's face, but he bowed slightly and made as if to pull on his forelock with the comment, "And so I must obey you, sweet prince."

It didn't feel like Walter to Fox. Although he was gentle, Walter was sure of himself. From the first time that they had been together, Walter had been confident that he could make it good for Fox and, of course, he had. He was masterful well this was powerful yet tenderly hesitant. Fox felt the tentative push of the thick head of Alex's cock against him and pushed back, managing to encase a good inch of it.

Fox arched, loving to see Alex's face as he slowly slid within him. He arched; wanting to feel Alex encased within him. "Oh, God, I can't stand it," Alex moaned, "It feels too good."

"Hold back, love, not yet, my darling, I need more," Fox begged. He thrust his hips upward, making Alex shudder and push hard within him. Watching Alex's face, shining with sweat and wild with passion, Fox felt that he was possessing him. He couldn't wait for another time; Alex was a virgin. Mulder had only been with Walter and never had the chance to claim another man's virginity in this intimate way. He wanted everything the Bishop's Spender's green eyes slave had to offer. Their hands met on Fox's cock, sliding over the rigid flesh in the rhythm of their thrusts. At last, Alex arched back, a deep groan growling from his lips as he came. A few strokes finished Fox as well and they crawled trembling into each other's arms.

The night seemed magical to Fox. There could be no wrong about his desire for Alex. They clung together, kissing and holding close. Surely, Walter would understand. Fox caressed Alex's face and said, "When dawn comes, you will have to tell him. You must give him this for me,"

Fox claimed Alex in a deep kiss, nearly smothering his new lover in his passion. He liked how it felt, the way Alex yielded to him. Fox caressed Alex's cheeks and said, "Give yourself to him. Surely he must need this too as I have. You needn't be afraid. For all his size and power, Walter can be very gentle."

Caressing Alex soft skin, Fox wanted to give him to Walter, an offering. Perhaps, he did feel guilty now, but if Walter lay with Alex too, it would solve that. Wishing that he were not so weary, Fox sprawled possessively over his beautiful barbarian and went to sleep, an arm and a leg still capturing the naked flesh to him.

^0^^0^^0^^0^^0^

Every part of him ached when Alex woke. The room was still dark, but he felt cold hit his back as the prince stirred and half rose from their bed. The wound in Alex's arm felt like fire and his ass also was very sore. The room smelled thick of male musk and Alex couldn't understand what had happened. He had yielded to first Walter and then to the prince. Tears of misery trickled down his cheeks as he considered that he had given up his main protection. He had thrown away his grandmother's gift on two men whom he was sure could never really love him. Only the curse that kept them apart had induced them to make love to him.

Prince Fox looked at him sadly and said, "The dawn is coming. I don't know what came over me last night, Alex. It was like madness, but yet, I don't regret it exactly. I just don't know what Walter will think when he finds out. Last night, I felt so sure that I could explain and that you could somehow be the bridge between us, giving my love to him and his to me. Now, I don't know..."

Taking pity on Alex, the prince said, "Whatever happened, I do feel something for you. Something I didn't expect to feel for anyone but Walter. Somehow, this must have been meant to be. We'll work it out, dear Alex."

Kneeling on the bed, the prince urged Alex up to kneel with him. His kisses were gentle now. Last night they had been so hard that they had bruised Alex's mouth. The prince was like some fire, which burned Alex through yet the immolation was somehow all consuming. Alex wished that he could become a hawk too and flee with Prince Mulder to the sky. He shook with fear, certain that his madness had ruined everything. Had his grandmother known what a slut Alex was, surely she wouldn't have wasted her last breath protecting him with that spell. "It really will be all right, " Fox said, but his body already shivered with the first inklings of his transformation.

A howl separated them as Walter still in wolf form burst into the room. Dawn's light fell across the bed and Fox lost his mass, becoming again the beautiful gyrfalcon. It whirled once above their heads, keening and then flew out the window, leaving Alex to face Walter's wrath.

The snarling wolf sniffed the air, growls increasing as his lupine eyes burned. As he leapt, he became a hairy man and then he was Walter of Navarre again. His giant hands so tender yesterday grasped Alex's throat. He choked him, screaming, "You whore! Did you merely pretend to be a shrinking maiden? How dare you touch the prince?"

So grieved was Alex that he didn't even fight. He felt blackness coming over his vision and he wondered if he would see his grandmother and even his parents whom he could barely remember. He looked into Walter's eyes, remembering the tenderness that he had seen in them last night and now to die like this...at his hands.

^0^^0^^0^^0^^0^

Not death after all, unless death was a cold room, a rumpled bed smelling of last night's lust, an overturned jug that had held the medicine. Alex grabbed the pottery container and threw it against the wall. Somehow he knew that the jug was partially at fault, but he also blamed himself. He had been so filled with desire that he had sinned terribly first lying with one and then the other. His throat ached and his arm throbbed with a deep pain that reminded him of the wound he had taken yesterday. Alex went to find water with which to bathe, scrubbing hard at his body, angry at his weakness. He had ruined everything, everything...

Once, Alex was dressed, he ran to the cave where they had left the horse. Goliath and all the gear were gone. It had snowed overnight and the tracks were visible so Alex followed them. He had never been the one to plan the route that the mountebanks had taken. He had to follow Walter's trail just to find his way back to some city where he could try to make a living by stealing or tumbling. 'Whoring' his mind told him, 'that's what I must be good at."

The day wore away and Alex could hardly remember feeling more miserable physically and emotionally. He had left without food or even a container of water. The snow he swallowed chilled him further without really easing his thirst. His clothing was soaked through and his feet felt numb. Only some stubborn instinct kept him plodding the many weary hours. He occasionally heard a hawk crying above him. Each time he looked up, but it was not Prince Mulder. He knew the beautiful Fox in either form. Shivering was good Alex remembered; if you stopped shivering then you were done for.

It was nearly dark and soon Walter would be dismounting in preparation for his transmutation. Mulder must be riding on the arm of his lover, physically close although unable to communicate or to caress him as they both had caressed Alex.

When Alex nearly stepped into a fresh pile of droppings, he knew that Walter was not far ahead of him. He slowed and then noticed that it was starting to snow harder. It was difficult to see in the heavy fall, but Alex remembered an odd rock formation that jutted like a demon from the ground. He remembered what lay beyond, a large pond. Samson and Pandemonium had warned him when he wanted to go skating on the thick ice. There was an eddy from a geyser that kept the ice permanently treacherous. No matter how solid the ice appeared, it was never safe to walk upon.

The sun had gone down. Alex saw Mulder crouching to pick up his clothing. Goliath patiently waited nearby. Beyond them, the wolf was pacing out across the icy pond, probably testing the surface. As Alex appeared, the wolf snarled, but Mulder said, "Walter, no, please, I beg you. It was my fault. You can't blame him."

The wolf turned and tread further out. Alex said, "No, Walter, don't the ice...the ice is never solid."

As Alex ran stupidly forward, the wolf uttered a yelp of surprise. Its paws scrabbled as the ice broke into shards that floated away. Alex ran out onto the ice and caught at the wolf's fur, catching the sodden stuff before the unseen current could pull him under.

"Throw a rope, Fox! Don't come out here!" Alex yelled. The wolf was so heavy and in raw animal panic, he had turned and was clawing at Alex's chest and arms. No matter, Alex would not let go for his heart held only love for Walter of Navarre. If the wolf was pulled under, Alex would go with him...

 

And onto Cerulean Blue