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The sex was different that time.

It was too soon after the brutal encounter in the woods to actually fuck, so it was very hands-on. Among other things. Iason was more tender, less aggressive. Did he feel bad about earlier? Did he have less to prove, in his own room and surrounded by his trophies? I didn’t know. Maybe we were just more in tune with each other, after our wild ride together.

That was a nice thought, with disconcerting overtones.

There was another possibility. Iason might have seemed more affectionate because he wasn’t doing the one thing that put him above me, in his mind. Whether I agreed with him about the implications of getting screwed, the fact that he could do me and I couldn’t do him was an inequality in our relationship. With that off the table, we were even with each other.

After I was spent and he was pretty depleted himself, I traced his rosevine tattoos with my tongue while he played with himself, having one last, long, drawn out climax. He came, then pulled me over on top of him. It couldn’t have been very comfortable for him. My body was bigger than his in almost every respect, but he liked to pretend it wasn’t.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” he asked.

I didn’t want to mention his stature or my fairly asinine distrust of the quality of the sex we’d just had, so I groped for another topic. Treehome was the obvious choice.

“It’s a lot bigger than I expected,” I said.

“Well, you’ve had almost a whole week to get used to it,” he said.

“Funny,” I said. “I meant this place. Treehome. It doesn’t seem like there could be that many elven students here.”

“Not all who board here are students,” Iason said. “And many who are do not take courses every year. Treehome is a retreat for middlings, not just a dormitory. It was a hunting lodge before there was a school. Many of the buildings are empty right now, or nearly so. They’ll fill up when the snow comes.” He gave my ass a squeeze. “It’s always good hunting here. It should be even better, mounted.”

“A wood full of hunters seems like a bad place to be a deer,” I said.

He laughed.

“Do not worry, sweet Iamie,” he said. “Elves know better than to bring down noble animals indiscriminately, and in any event, I will stick to you like glue. It will be glorious.”

“So, who controls Treehome, anyway?” I asked. “I know it’s not the school.”

“It’s held collectively by a number of families,” Iason said. “My mother’s family owns a small piece of it. Petros’s family are the largest shareowners, and he acts as though he owns it personally. I understand he’s acted like he runs the place since he arrived, four decades ago. It is for this that Nikolaos sniffs after his ass. They take it in turns, you know. Petros and Nikolaos, I mean.”

“What, trying to run Treehome?”

“No, sex,” Iason said. “They take turns having at each other. Nikolaos talks big, but neither of them is enough of a man to take charge of the other.”

“Or maybe they’re both men enough,” I said.

He shoved me away and got out of bed, going to stand in front of the vanity. The view from behind was nice. My cock was so much dead meat between my legs, but I knew what it was thinking all the same. The knowledge that Iason would never go for it was a bit of a mood killer, though.

He picked up a brush and started brushing out his long blond hair.

“What would you do if I told you I don’t want to do anal again?” I asked him.

“I’d say you were a liar,” he said. He moved his head and I could see half of his smirk in the mirror. He winked. “And then I’d prove it.”

“I’m serious,” I said.

“As am I,” he said.

“I enjoy it,” I said. “But I don’t know how much I want it.”

“Fortunately for you, I do,” he said, putting down the brush and examining his face close up,

“You know what it sounds like when you say stuff like that, right?”

“I know what a bunch of mewling women would say about it,” he said. “And I don’t care. I’m no rapist, Iamie. I would stop if you told me to, but you won’t. And as much as you may squirm and moan before I take you, it isn’t half as hard as you do so during.”

His dick had gotten hard again while he said this. He looked down at it, then at me.

“It’s still too soon,” I said.

“See? Already you’ve gone from ‘never again’ to ‘later’,” Iason said.

“I never said never again,” I said. “I said ‘if’.”

“You never said it, and you never will,” Iason said, swaggering towards the bed with his cock cutting through the air in front of him like the prow of a ship.

“If you keep saying shit like that, I might just to prove you wrong.”

He shook his head and waggled his finger.

“Pettiness is such an ugly color on you, pretty Iamie,” he said. “You would deny yourself a pleasure you desire in order to spite me? Such conduct should be beneath you. On a related subject, I think you should be beneath me.”

“Seriously, Iason, if you want to be able to fuck my ass at a moment’s notice, you need to take more care with it,” I said. “I couldn’t take your cock right now if I wanted to.”

“So, you are saying that if I were to apply a greater amount of caution and lubrication, you would acquiesce to my desires whenever and wherever they should strike?”

“I’m not saying the answer will always be yes,” I said. “But if you fuck me raw in the morning, the answer’s going to be no in the afternoon.”

“Very well,” he said. “In the meantime, though, the need remains.”

He grabbed my head and guided it towards his cock, then proceed to fuck my face like he wanted to refute the vulnerability of our last bout of lovemaking.

I won’t say I didn’t like it. I wasn’t a whore. I didn’t think—as Iason had all but said—that sucking cock was the only reason I had a mouth in the first place.

But as long as I did have a mouth, why not have some fun with it?

Iason finished again, and then he watched me get dressed. If I waited a bit, he’d be ready to go again, and a bit after that I would, too, but I hadn’t agreed to stay just to spend the entire afternoon in bed.

“Tell me more about the bracelet,” I said.

“Your bracelet,” he said. “You might as well call it that. It is yours, now.”

“My bracelet, then,” I said. “Where did you get it?”

“My grandfather,” he said. “On my mother’s side. He had a human mount, thousands of years ago. He had him for five hundred years, and after that mount’s death, he never took another.”

“Five hundred?”

“As his human body grew older, he spent most of his time as a stag,” Iason said. “The stag does not age, you see.”

“So, if I spend more time as a stag, I’ll age slower?”

“I do not know,” he said. “Your human body may age at its own rate regardless, but you won’t die of old age in the stag form, at least.”

“You might ask your grandpa,” I said.

“I would,” he said. “But he gave it to me at his leaving ceremony. He had been looking for somebody to pass the bracelet on to before he died.”

“I can’t imagine he would have been short on volunteers,” I said.

“Many wanted it,” he said. “Though some of our family believed he no longer had it. They could not understand why he wouldn’t want to use it again.”

“He must have really loved his, uh, mount,” I said.

“I think so,” Iason said. “He told me that I reminded him of himself when he was younger, as well as his stag. He said that my human blood would help me understand what the others couldn’t, would help me see the importance of the gift.”

I wondered how Iason’s grandfather would have reacted to his impulsiveness in giving the all-important bracelet away. Judging by the gravity in Iason’s voice, he seemed to think that he’d honored his ancestor’s bequest.

“Are you leaving anything out?” I asked. “Are there any more surprises waiting inside this thing?”

“If there are, they will be a surprise to both of us,” Iason said with a smile. “I think it may be something we will have to explore, together.”

“On the subject of exploration, what’s up in the treetops?” I asked. “I kind of expected you to take me up there, when you said we were going to your quarters.”

“Oh, it’s just more housing,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Nothing special.”

“Are they nicer than down here?” I asked.

It was a safe bet. To the elves, a treehouse was better by virtue of being in a tree in the first place. Because of that, they were likely to be built fancier, with more expensive furnishings. Iason’s lodging in one of the ground buildings was odd, given his spending power, but it could be explained. It could be a matter of availability. His family wasn’t heavily invested in Treehome, and he hadn’t been there for long.

“According to some,” he said. “The lodges on the ground are all newer.”

“Nikolaos and Petros live up there?”

Iason didn’t answer. Bingo.

“How about the girls?” I asked. “Do they have separate places?”

“The complex is mixed,” he said. “There are no women lodged in this building, though.”

“Did they move out after you moved in, or were you put here by their request?” I asked.

“Neither,” he said. “I found a room in the best house which contained no women.”

“What is it with you and women, anyway?” I asked.

“I have no interest in them,” he said. “They are of no use to me.”

“It’s not apathy. You were pretty nice to Marlot,” I said. “Every other woman you see, you act like the only reason you’re not spitting on them is it’s not worth the effort.”

“That is exactly it,” he said. “I cannot imagine the woman who would be worth that effort. Your lady friends merited some exertion, because you were worth the effort, but the rest of them? Women can do nothing for me. I will do nothing for them.”

“Women do nothing for you?” I asked. “That’s kind of funny. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for a woman. Somebody had to give birth to you.”

“Somebody did,” Iason said. “And had I been in a position to flatter her before that point, I might have been inclined to do so. At this point I have been carried, delivered, weaned, and raised. I don’t see any further benefit to be derived from womankind. It isn’t like my birth can be revoked.”

“You keep shoving girls aside like they aren’t there, and sooner or later one of them just might prove you wrong,” I said.

Iason threw back his head and laughed at this. Whether he thought I was clever or he was laughing at the idea of a woman harming him, I didn’t know. In any case, I’d warned him. He’d probably be set straight sooner or later.

“So, what first, Iamie?” he asked. “Another ride?”

“No, I’d like to see the rest of the place,” I said.

“I can show you faster in stag form,” he said.

“The grounds, maybe,” I said. “But I want to get the whole picture. I’d like to meet more of the people, too.”

“Very well,” he said. “But remember, none of the men here can give you what I’ve given you.”

“I wasn’t talking about the men,” I said. “I don’t have much experience with elven girls, but now that I’m eighteen I’m willing to learn.”

I expected some objection, but he thought it over and then nodded once.

“That might be good. I had the thought that I could board you with some of the women on the nights I don’t have a use for you,” he said.

“Why would I be here nights you don’t ‘have a use for me’?” I asked.

“In case I change my mind,” he said. “I told you, Iamie. I want access. It’s important to me. My other idea was simply to put you in the stables.”

“Oh, hell no.”

“You would be quite comfortable, I assure you,” he said. “Obviously, I would put you into stag form first, or there wouldn’t be any point.”

“You aren’t going to turn me into a stag to get rid of me,” I said.

“Not ‘get rid of’, exactly,” Iason said, holding up his hands. “More like ‘store until later’.”

“No,” I said. “If you don’t want me to sleep with you one night, I just won’t sleep here. It’s not your job to figure out what I’m doing when I’m not with you. I can decide to bunk with some elf girls on my own, if I want to.”

“So, we are at least agreed that you will sleep here when I want you to,” he said.

I thought about it. I wasn’t inclined to be “difficult” and deny myself what I wanted to make a point. I didn’t like the way he’d put it, though.

“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Barring any asinine behavior on your part, or me having something important to do, or not wanting to, then it’s a safe assumption I’ll want to sleep over when you make that option available.”

Iason pursed his lips.

“You take the fun out of so much, Iamie,” he said.

“I think you get more than enough fun out of me as it is,” I said. “If you don’t want me to sleep over here, though, that’s fine, too.”

“There’s no need to leap to such a conclusion!” Iason said.

“Good,” I said. “In that case, I choose to stay here tonight. Now, let’s meet some girls.”

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