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Rating: NC-17 ~~~~ The keel of the longboat scraped on sand and the battered craft shuddered to a stop. Slowly, the dragon prow tilted, and the beached vessel listed to the left. The man in the stern would have fallen out were his arm not lashed to the tiller. With a groan, Viggo opened his salt burned eyelids and blinked in the sunlight. Lips cracked by dehydration parted on a sigh of profound gratitude. Land! Using his belt knife, Viggo cut himself free and tumbled to the low end of the longboat. Slowly, painfully, he pulled himself up to the rail and let his body fall over the side. A breaking wave foamed over his limp form and carried him a little farther up the beach. After long, tortuous minutes, the sole survivor of the expedition dragged himself onto dry land. He lay unmoving on the sand, his strength spent, and closed his eyes on the sight of a cool, green paradise just a few strides away. ~~~~~~~~~~ Orli closed his eyes, calmed his breathing and found his center. With graceful, economical movements, he brought his bow up. Nocking a slender arrow, he pulled the weapon smoothly back to its full draw. With dreamlike serenity, he turned in a short arc and opened his eyes. A doe stood motionless in the clearing at the edge of the small stream. Her ears were pricked and one dainty hoof was raised. Her wide, alert gaze was fixed on eyes as velvet dark and innocent as her own. The moment drew out as neither hunter nor prey moved a muscle. Pollen motes hung suspended in the early morning light like flakes of gold in a crystal pond. The air was charged with the drone of questing bees and the salt tang of the bordering sea. Boy and deer regarded one another candidly for a brief eternity, and then Orli lowered the bow. At the sudden movement, the doe bounded over the stream and disappeared into the lush foliage. Orli could hear her progress, but he did not pursue. He had no wish to find her again and kill her. He did not care if he were ever considered a man if that were the price. He was content to keep a boy's standing in his tribe. Once again, the chief's youngest son had failed the test and Orli was beginning to believe that he would never find the Spirit Guide that would show him the path of his future. Sighing at the thought of his father's disappointment, the boy moved out of concealment and leapt lightly as the doe over the running water. In a few moments of exhilarating speed, bounding through the ferns and over the moss, he was clear of the forest canopy. He burst into the open, sunlight gleaming on his bronzed skin, and dashed along the shore. Reaching the water, he plunged into the next breaking comber. His head broke the surface some distance from where he'd entered the ocean, and he swam strongly away from the beach. Skirting the undertow, Orli rounded the headland and his forward progress abruptly halted. A monster lay beached on the shingle of the little lee cove that was the boy's favorite spot. A cliff wall and rocky promontories made the miniature bay inaccessible to all but the strongest of swimmers, making it a perfect hideout. The boy was more annoyed than frightened when he first spotted the leviathan. Treading water, he studied the serpent-headed monster and saw that it was some sort of watercraft. Feeling more than a little foolish for his fears, Orli swam to shore, giving the big canoe a wide berth. This close to it, he could see the storm damage and realized that the bizarre boat was wreckage. Reaching up, he tentatively touched the carved prow, canted at a sixty-degree angle to the beach. The boy's slim fingers slipped into the dragon's mouth, testing the sharpness of a chiseled fang, fingernails catching on the edges of flaking paint. At the sound of a low moan, Orli yanked his hand back as though the figurehead had burst into flame. Dropping into a crouch, his fingers curled around the bone handle of his belt knife. Shaking off the childish, yet nerve-wracking, notion that the eerie carving was somehow alive, the boy's sharp eyes searched the vicinity. Movement up the beach caught Orli's eye and he moved cautiously toward it. What manner of being rode in such a craft, he wondered as he crept forward. A glint of gold heightened the intense curiosity that conquered the boy's fear of the unknown, and brought him within a few feet of the motionless shape on the sand. Orli watched the shipwreck survivor in the same way he had watched the doe, patiently and with the knowledge that he looked on life alien and yet akin to his. The figure had two arms, two legs and one head and was in all seeming, a man. However, once past these basic observations, the stranger was far different in appearance from Orli's people. That alluring glimpse of gold was the sun burnishing the alien's close-cropped, salt-stiff hair. A ripped tunic of undyed, rough- spun cloth covered flesh as pale as bone where it was not burned red by exposure. Greatly daring, the boy knelt by the unresponsive body and turned it face up. Despite the ravages of the elements, the high planes of the stranger's face proclaimed an exotic beauty. Orli felt the strange, yet familiar sensation ignite in his lower belly. It had been troubling him more often of late. It was not unpleasant, and led to a sweet outcome when he could be alone to tend the swelling by hand. However, it tended to occur at inappropriate times. His body's response was difficult to hide among folk who rarely wore more than a loincloth or a belted leather pouch, and he did not like to be teased. To Orli's dismay, his unruly staff stirred as he gazed on the unconscious foreigner. Though pared downed by deprivation, the man's limbs were well made with lean, hard muscles under battle-scarred skin. The short tunic that was the stranger's only garment was pushed up, revealing his manhood. Unable to take his eyes from the rosy shaft curled in its golden nest, the boy's hand moved before he could think twice. Gently, his fingertips brushed the warm flesh the same way they had explored the carving. The coiling tension in Orli's belly wound tighter and his staff grew harder. Holding his breath in wonder at the delicious feeling spreading through his lower half, he squeezed the column of flesh in his hand. A soft groan froze the boy for a heartbeat before he let go of the stranger's manhood and looked swiftly up at his face. The man's eyes were open. Orli's breath was stolen by the vividness of the alien's gaze. Never had the boy seen eyes like this. They were as deep and blue as the springs at the river's source and shone with their own inner light. Their heat lit a flame in the boy's soul, and then the fire was veiled once again. After his inner trembling subsided, Orli hoisted the man to his shoulder and carried the castaway to his secret grotto. ~~~~~~~~~~ Viggo regained consciousness slowly. He was aware that he was no longer lying in the baking sun and his skin no longer itched under a crust of salt. The light was dim and the air was cool against his flesh. He could hear the soothing sound of the surf, but he no longer rocked helplessly upon the swells. His head was lifted and the rim of a cup touched his lips. His mouth filled with sweet water and he swallowed reflexively. Opening his eyes all the way, Viggo beheld the instrument of his salvation and wondered if he might be hallucinating again. The willowy creature had long, graceful limbs covered with smooth olive skin. Chestnut hair falling to a slim waist framed a face of divine symmetry. Surely, this was a spirit of the forest, an elemental dispatched by the God Woden in answer to Viggo's delirious prayers. It struck Viggo that perhaps he had not survived the storm and had gone to his ancestors. Perhaps this was one of the Valkyrie come to escort him to the never-ending feast of the afterlife after rendering unto him a warrior's reward. The feverish man reached up and caught hold of the slim brown fingers that rested on his forehead. Orli drew in a quick breath at the man's touch. The warmth of the golden one's flesh kindled that same sweet fire that he had felt on the beach. Curious, Orli did not resist as his hand was pulled to the foreigner's lips. Viggo drew a finger into his mouth, tasting it with his tongue, before sucking gently. The Valkyrie's dark eyes widened, and the man smiled to himself at the thought of teaching new tricks to an immortal spirit. Orli's lips parted softly and a moan escaped his throat. This man was a stranger; Orli knew nothing of him. He should push the foreigner away, calm him and continue tending him until the fever broke. Orli did none of these things, but held himself in stillness and let fate decide his course. Viggo tangled his fingers in the wealth of rich, dark hair and pulled the Valkyrie's face closer. He felt the creature's startlement as he brought their lips together, and he wondered if perhaps they did not kiss in Valhalla. His fingers strayed down the long neck, under the curtains of silken hair and skated across the flat, hard planes of a boy's chest. Viggo broke the kiss and lay back, looking up at the creature in puzzlement. He'd always believed that the Valkyrie were female, but this was no woman. Relieved to find that the afterlife was a paradise of pleasure for all tastes, Viggo reached for the boy again. Orli captured the man's wrist, and offered the cup. Distracted, the man drank the much-needed water, and then was tempted by the morsel of fish the boy offered. Swallowing each bite that was put in his mouth, the stranger let Orli coax him into lying back down. "Viggo," the man said, laying a hand on his own chest. Orli's lips drew up in a shy smile. "Viggo," he repeated, and then said, "Orli," with a hand over his heart. "Orli," Viggo echoed, as he took the boy's hand. Orli's stomach fluttered and his ready rod twitched against his thigh, as the man guided his fingers to the gold-furred groin. Viggo's manhood had lengthened considerably as it hardened and Orli's fingers could no longer encompass its girth. The firm flesh pulsed against the boy's palm as he stroked it instinctively. Viggo moaned as the cool fingers pumped his arousal to full erection. Excitedly, the man took Orli by the shoulders and bore him down onto his back. The man was not violent, but he was firm and Orli reveled in the sureness of the stranger's touch. Viggo ran his hands down the boy's long thighs, pushing against the insides of his knees, urging Orli to spread his legs. The boy gasped at the first male hand, other than his own, to caress his shaft. Orli cried aloud with the sheer joy the man's touch inspired in his flesh. Viggo looked startled for a moment at the boy's reaction, and then a wide grin spread over his face. Calming himself, the man slowed his stroke eliciting a series of soft moans from the beauty. Viggo trailed the fingers of his other hand along the downy cleft below the boy's sack and prodded gently at the furled opening. Orli did not protest and Viggo brought his fingers to the boy's mouth. Orli eagerly took the digits between his lips, as the man had done to him, laving them with his tongue until they glistened with saliva. Viggo eased one of his spit slick fingers into the boy while he steadily stroked his arousal. Orli whimpered as he was breached, but the skillful fondling of his staff soon diverted him. Viggo pushed deeper into the tight passage, his eyes on the boy's face. Crooking his finger, the man probed until Orli's expression changed dramatically. The boy's dark eyes opened wide with wonder as an intense bolt of pleasure set him alight. Having found the key to this beautiful creature's release, Viggo used it to bring Orli to the brink. Now, Viggo knew he truly was in Valhalla. Such beauty and joy as he saw in this boy's face could not exist on Earth. This rapture was for the Gods alone. Leaning in, Viggo took the sweetly parted lips as he stroked Orli to a blissful climax. The boy arched his back, crying out in wild abandon, thrusting into Viggo's fist as his seed erupted. Orli was certain for a moment that he was dying. The feeling that washed through him was so huge and so powerful that it stole the breath from his lungs and locked his muscles in place. The world went away for the space of a heartbeat and then the wave broke over him, flooding him to the skin with bliss, like a gourd poured full of warm honey. Viggo never doubted that this was the boy's first experience with a man and he gentled his partner with soothing caresses and murmured endearments. Orli did not understand the words, but he heard the passion in them and trembled in the man's arms. "Easy, pretty one. I will not harm you," Viggo said softly. Orli was not frightened of Viggo. He was frightened of the strength of the feelings that Viggo roused in him. He was not experienced in the ways of the flesh. Perhaps it was possible to die from surfeit of pleasure. Whatever the man had just done to Orli had nearly overwhelmed the boy. Viggo ran his fingernails down the sensitive flesh of Orli's wilting erection, knowing how quickly a young man can be roused again. Orli made a small sound of surrender as his shaft stiffened in the man's hand. Viggo spat on his fingers again and worked two of them into the boy's lower opening, stretching the narrow passage. Taking himself in hand, Viggo brought the head of his rod to the small entrance. Orli knew what to expect now and relaxed as Viggo slowly sank his length into him. As the blunt head forged up the slim sheath it dragged solidly against the spot that triggered the boy's pleasure. Orli groaned deep in his chest and Viggo halted his forward motion. Withdrawing a short distance, the man pushed back in, provoking the same sweet sound. Disciplining his thrusts, Viggo once more brought this alluring creature to the edge of bliss. The boy's natural, unreserved responses excited Viggo to a degree he'd never felt before. This Orli seemed to have no qualms or inhibitions when it came to coupling. Along with the boy's extraordinary beauty, it added to the otherworldliness of the situation. "Viggo!" Orli exclaimed urgently, clutching at the man's corded forearms. Viggo felt the shudder that ran the length of the slender frame as Orli's release caught up with him again. The man firmly gripped the slim hips as the body he bestrode bucked in reaction to a powerful orgasm. Viggo groaned as the boy's internal muscles squeezed his hard length in a most agreeable way. Kneading Orli's smooth inner thighs, the man pushed them farther apart and sheathed himself to the hilt in the velvet scabbard. Orli threw his head back, shut his eyes tightly, and brought a fist to his mouth to muffle his scream. Tears leaked from beneath his lids and trickled down his temples as he absorbed the discomfort of the deep penetration. He calmed his breathing, found his center, and the pressure soon lessened, becoming a pleasurable fullness. Opening his eyes, he looked up into the golden stranger's remarkable gaze. "By all the Gods of Asgard, you are a wonder," Viggo said hoarsely, as the boy's opening clamped down on the base of his shaft. With small, subtle movements of his hips, Viggo stirred the packed vessel with an almost delicate stroke. Each thrust gently rocked the lissome, brown body as the man approached the cusp of his arousal. With a guttural groan, Viggo buried his staff in the clenching channel. His fingers sank into the tanned flesh as his staff jerked in ecstatic release and his seed gushed forth Spent, Viggo lay between the wide flung legs, his face nestled against the fragrant skin of Orli's neck. His small store of energy depleted, the man soon drifted into sleep. Orli lay quietly, assimilating the new feelings of a cock shrinking inside him, of the intense climaxes that still reverberated in his groin, of the fierce possessiveness he now felt toward the sleeping man. As though a mist had cleared in his mind, Orli understood that he had not failed today; he had found his Guide. He was on his Spirit Path now. Tenderly, Orli stroked the stranger's golden hair and held him through the night. THE END If you enjoyed this story, please send FB to Bailey. Return to Viggo/Orlando by author, title, or rating. 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