Chapter Eleven : Vuonti
Magnus particularly enjoyed his fuck with Callixtus in the grass hut. The boy lay on his back while Magnus lifted his legs and took him from the front - the method he preferred, as it allowed him to gaze on the beautiful face of his slave as it contorted with the emotions of mingled pain and pleasure. Though these days it was almost all pleasure. The mage was pleased to note that the boy was a very different shag from the first occasions back on the barge on the Great River nearly two months ago. Now, under Magnus's expert guidance, the boy was well trained in how to give and receive pleasure. He was now able to contract his internal muscles in a way which squeezed Magnus, while he was inside him, in a most delightful way.
Afterwards, Magnus lay panting and slicked with sweat, entwined at length along the boy, whose belly and chest was streaked with his own spunk, just as Magnus's copious seed leaked from the boy's arse and from Magnus's own deflating member - for Magnus's curved member always seemed to locate the boy's prostate every time they fucked, and stimulated him in such an expert manner that Callixtus almost never failed to ejaculate whilst being penetrated himself.
The sound of tinkling laughter and hand clapping came from the entrance of the hut, and they saw that
the elf boy Vuonti had been watching their performance. It was quite clear he had been delighted with the sight, not only on account of his cheeky grin and loud applause, but also by the sight of his member
standing to its full four inches of attention. By now Callixtus was almost beyond embarrassment, and he gave a rueful grin.
The next three days they saw nothing of Lendulio, who had retired into the chieftain's hunt with the three elf-women, to be prepared for the coming union ceremony with Shalmaneser. Exactly what he did in the way of preparation was a mystery it was not for outside eyes to discern. As for the unicorn, the grass huts were too small and cramped for his large frame, but he spent the whole time meditating at the bole of the tree in the lotus position, his golden tail curled around him, and seemed to be in a kind of stasis, for he did not move for three days, nor was he observed to eat or sleep. Only his huge hands, placed palm upwards on the top of his knees, showed that he was still awake, for his eyes were closed throughout.
Magnus, Callixtus and Vuonti had a much more active time. Callixtus, tutored by the elf, spent a great deal of time in archery practice, and the three of them delved on long expeditions into the forest each day in order to hunt. The island was in some ways a dangerous place. True, there were no venomous serpents or biting insects, but there were jungle cats - sleek carnivores patterned with stripes of grey and black which afforded them excellent camouflage in the tangled undergrowth. Although the elves were mainly vegetarian, they hunted the brightly coloured birds for their attractive feathers, and raided the hives of forest bees for their honey. The bees were stingless, but they lived in a symbiotic relationship with a species of forest buzzard, large birds with fiercely hooked beaks, who protected the hives in exchange for eating a portion of the bees' larvae. These birds set up a raucous cry and attacked the intruders, and Vuonti drove them off with his bow and arrows.
Vuonti seemed to have a great liking for both of them, but especially for Magnus. Most elves were naturally disposed to play the passive role in anal intercourse with other males, so finding a bigger and stronger male, especially of another species, was a source of particular pleasure to them. Magnus theorised that this was a natural outcome of their high sex drive and the low reproductive rate of their females.
On the first occasion they went into the forest they had scarcely gone half a mile before Vuonti stopped and, speaking in the elvish tongue, asked Magnus straight out if he would care to have him then and there. He was not at all abashed by the presence of Callixtus, who in any case understood no elvish, although the elf, by tugging on his burgeoning erection and rubbing his hand on the front of Magnus's tunic, made his intentions all too clear.
Magnus was of course delighted to comply. As well as being a mage he was also an Imperial aristocrat and thus - as we have already seen - totally uninhibited about having sex in the presence of a slave. Callixtus's former mistress the Lady Domitia had been a widow all the time she had been his owner, but had her husband still lived and been capable, he would have thought nothing of performing his conjugal duties with the naked slave boy standing by in the bedroom to cool the married couple with a fan or mop his brow during the act of intercourse. The Lady Domitia would have given no more heed to Callixtus than she would have done to a piece of furniture.
Magnus therefore immediately undressed, turned the elf boy around, and lubricated his member with spit while Vuonti braced himself against a tree, his feet placed apart and his pink little cherry winking prettily between his slim suntanned arse cheeks. Callixtus was intrigued to note that Magnus's cock slid easily into the elf's little puckered hole, and with only the slightest of pauses as the mage's glans stretched the entrance, he then pushed slowly in to his full extent, and then proceeded to shag the little elf with full, steady strokes, as the elf boy squealed delightfully in his strange, fluting voice.
Vuonti, despite his small stature, did not seem overly inconvenienced by having the mage's six and a half inches thrust rythmically inside him. Later, Magnus explained to Callixtus that elves were naturally more elastic and accomodating with their sphincter muscles, and were quite capable of absorbing even large human cocks, despite their small stature. This natural feature of their physiology was enhanced by the regular shaftings they received from all other elven males - excepting only immediate family members - and also possibly by their inherently quasi-magical status. All forest elves, although usually incapable of spellcasting incantations in the manner of mages, nevertheless had numerous gifts of psychic insight which showed them to be much more closely in touch with the inner powers of the universe than was the case for most other races. This was a gift they shared with unicorns (and - less happily - with the violent and unpredictable fire giants, but fortunately these were unknown on the Summer Islands).
The first time Magnus shagged the elf boy Vuonti, Callixtus was an uninvolved spectator, although of course his twitching erection displayed his interest in the proceedings. He did not bring himself off, however - the mage was unabashed about jumping on any willing pretty boy, but he disliked Callixtus taking part in any sexual activity unless he had given his slave boy permission to participate in it with him. This was only fair enough, thought Callixtus - the mage had paid good coin for him after all, and as far as both of them were concerned his spunk - as well as his cock and his arse and indeed every aspect of him - were owned entirely by his master.
Nevertheless, that first time was followed by several more over the next three days, and on these other occasions it pleased the mage to include Callixtus as a willing participant. The slave boy took great pleasure in the sensation of the elf boy's small mouth performing well trained and energetic services on his cock, while the mage's own cock simultaneously plunged inside the young elf from the other end.
Callixtus also enjoyed the elf's prowess in the field of archery as well as in oral sex, for the elf spent several hours in patient instruction with the slave. Elven bows were a bit small for a full grown human but Callixtus, though well developed (and his musculature had improved considerably after the exertions of the last couple of months), still had some growing to do. He found that drawing the bow took more effort than he expected, which gave him renewed respect for the elves. The ease with which Vuonti drew back the bowstring and held it taut made Callixtus realise that those small arms had muscles which were stronger than they looked.
When Vuonti and Callixtus were at archery practice the elf, like all his race, was very tactile, and stood close into the boy with his taut warm body frequently in contact with his own; as they were both of course entirely naked, this often got Callixtus into an excited state. Vuonti liked to pat and tug at Callixtus's cock and balls as they practised, which did not help concentration either. But usually their archery practice took place after their return from their forest expeditions, and as these always involved Callixtus in emptying his seed into the elf boy's mouth on two or three occasions, he was able to keep himself under control - though sometimes with difficulty. He was only a normal lusty lad after all.
On the third night, with the union ceremony between the unicorn and the elf boy Lendulio due to take place the following morning, Callixtus and Magnus lay down together in their grass hut. Although they were both naked, it was in chaste companionship, for both were tired after tracking through the forest for several hours with Vuonti, and pausing on three separate occasions while they had energetically spit-roasted the young elf.
Callixtus, who had been calling to mind some of the delights of the day's lovemaking, said "I understand, master, how Vuonti can take your cock with such apparent ease - but there would be limits, surely? I mean, no elf could possible take....for example, let us say... a unicorn's cock inside him, could he? That must be physically impossible!"
He said this because Vuonti's surprising anal adaptability made him wonder exactly what kind of union might be implied by tomorrow's ceremony. "Of course you are quite right, Callixtus. Ordinarily, this would be impossible."
"Ordinarily?" said the slave boy. But Magnus only smiled.
"Tomorrow, dear boy" said the mage ," you will be the witness of a ceremony of union between a unicorn and an elf - an occasion which only happens about once a century, and which to which we, my boy, will be privileged to be the only human witnesses. So no more questions - time to sleep" - and with that, he gave the slave boy a long and intimate French kiss, sighed pleasurably, and drew him into his arms as they both fell fast asleep.