Happy Valentine's Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Since I’m a writer of sci fi and fantasy, I don’t typically have stories that incorporate holidays like Valentine’s. However, here’s a sneak excerpt from Noble Magic, book 1 of the Enforcer’s series, which is set to come out in April!

Kenneth sat in the chair Thorn had slept in the night before, the books on the floor by his feet. “I’ve never seen someone before who’s afraid of mages.”

“Who isn’t?” Thorn asked. “You guys could kill with a word.”

Kenneth shook his head. “Most magi can’t do that.” He quickly realized that wasn’t helping his case. “I just…I always assumed you were…angry.”

“Anger and fear are kind of the same thing here.” Thorn raised his hand in the air as though to emphasize his point. “After the war, we’re pissed that you’re still in power, but we also know to fear you. It’s stupid not to fear the people who have all the power.”

Kenneth stood and sat next to Thorn. “You’re not afraid of me.”

Thorn kissed his chin, the bed creaking. “I’m not angry with you, either.” Kenneth captured his lips, the kiss deepening, the bed creaking more loudly as Kenneth found himself pushed onto his back.

“Ever since I saw you, that arrogant, beautiful mage on a fancy horse, I wanted you.” The wind howled outside, Kenneth raising his chin and closing his eyes as Thorn kissed his neck, laving his throat. His erection swelled, the kisses growing faster. Thorn blinked lust-glazed eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were a noble then, but after finding out…I wanted you more.”

Kenneth pulled him down into a kiss, letting up immediately when Thorn grabbed his hand and pinned it down onto the bed. His grip was strong, stronger than Kenneth could ever match, and it no longer mattered why. Kenneth’s body thrilled underneath the inventor’s forceful touch, cold air sending goosebumps prickling when Thorn pulled off his robes. Fancy clasps and buttons scattered onto the floor.

Thorn’s calloused hand rubbed his chest, then his abdomen, dipping lower and lower to his weeping erection. Precum beaded, then dripped, Thorn smiling as he paused to lick it off his good hand.

He moved off of Kenneth then, briefly, to disrobe. Kenneth gasped at the other man’s body. Thorn had perfect muscles and light brown hair on his chest that trailed down to his proud erection. His engorged maleness was magnificent, larger and thicker than Kenneth’s, and he reached out a trembling hand.

“It’s different.” He ran his hand over the loose skin, gliding, Thorn sighing his pleasure.

“You’ve never been with a talentless before, have you?” Thorn closed his hand around Kenneth’s, guiding it, sighing and closing his eyes for a moment as Kenneth stroked the foreskin. “We don’t cut that part. No magical initiation when we’re young—we get to keep it.”

“It’s…” Kenneth’s mouth watered. “I want it.”

“Then take it.” Thorn grabbed Kenneth’s jaw, stroking it, Kenneth allowing the finger to be thrust inside, letting his saliva coat it. Then he leaned forward, Thorn removed his hand and grabbing his hair, guiding him to take his erection into his mouth. Kenneth had to admit, he loved Thorn’s power, his control.

“Kenneth…ngh, so good.” Kenneth ran his tongue over the hardness immediately, closing his eyes and relaxing his throat, sucking tight. He bobbed his head, enjoying the feeling of Thorn’s hand in his hair, exploring the foreskin with his tongue and letting Thorn’s gasps and moans guide him.

Every sound Thorn made sent a shock of pleasure through him, and he hummed his own enjoyment. The foreskin was new to him, and he moved his tongue over it, sliding the loose skin back and forth, then exploring underneath, pushing the skin back and licking the head.

Thorn gasped, the hand in his hair tightening and pulling almost to the point of pain. Kenneth licked harder, swirling his tongue around the foreskin and head, and suddenly Thorn choked out, “I’m coming.”

Kenneth licked a few more times, pulling with his lips as Thorn released his hair, and then creamy, viscous liquid pumped into his mouth. He kept licking, swallowing until the pulsing ceased, licking the slit when it was over, Thorn’s moans urging him on.

“Kenneth…” Thorn gave a shuddering breath. Kenneth released Thorn’s cock and pulled the man closer. “That was great,” Thorn said before kissing the blond mage again.

Kenneth briefly wondered if that was all before Thorn rolled over suddenly and pinned him down once more. “But I think it’s your turn now. What do you want?”

Kenneth found it difficult to look away from Thorn’s penis. Even flaccid, the skin settled up over the head, it intrigued him, his own cock spurting precum at the sight.

Thorn followed his gaze and grinned. “Come on, tell me what you want.”

Kenneth met Thorn’s eyes and the answer was clear. “Your hands. Both of them. On me. Please.”

Thorn’s smile curved into a smirk. “Of course, Lord Victeni.”

Heat surged from his loins, Thorn gripping his erection tightly in his good hand, the automated one stroking his balls, the featherlight touch sending intermittent tingles of pleasure as the firm stroke built him toward climax.

“Thorn, ah!” Kenneth arched his back, hips trembling, and his eyes fluttered closed. Thorn leaned over him, the bed creaking, his hand moving faster. Precum dribbled onto Kenneth’s stomach, the heat and tightness building.

He forced his eyes open, meeting Thorn’s blue ones, just as his muscles tensed, and he shuddered, and shuddered again, back arching. Cum fountained over Thorn’s hand, and he kept stroking, kneading Kenneth’s balls with his other hand, driving each wave of the orgasm to further heights.

Kenneth relaxed, suddenly heavy, fine sweat breaking out over his body. Every memory of the cold from the night before was forgotten. Thorn lay next to him, his flaccid penis warm and sticky next to his thigh. Their heavy breathing recovered into soft pants and gasps as they kissed, Thorn finally resting his head on Kenneth’s shoulder. The wind outside still howled.

Kenneth stroked Thorn’s back, marveling at the firm muscles. “That was wonderful,” he said after a pause.

“Do I give better handjobs than the magi you’ve been with?”

Kenneth laughed. “Sure.” The question made him think of ways he could use his magic to make the next time even better for Thorn. And of course, he wanted the inventor’s cock in him. The beautiful uncut cock…he smiled thinking of it, his own spent penis twitching slightly.

“I have to admit, I never actually thought I’d ever be with someone like you,” Thorn said. “A noble magi? And you’re amazing. Skilled tongue.” He kissed Kenneth’s cheek, and lay back down.

Kenneth sighed, closing his eyes, Thorn’s breathing lulling him. No noble magi would ever typically consider a dalliance with a talentless, and the ones who would would limit it to just that. Magi had surnames, lineages, for a reason. He had never thought he’d ever be with someone like Thorn either.

Screw tradition, and other magi. He wanted this romance with Thorn to last.

Once he dealt with Alder, and told his father about how Thorn had helped him, maybe he would intervene. He could help the talentless, or at least give them more freedoms. No more spells that would limit their work, or harm them if they raised a hand against magi. Things would be fair. If he became a governor, or a respected alchemy professor, he could change things.

Sleep stole over him as he planned a future with Thorn. In his dreams, his magic thrummed.