It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from my current WIP, The Pastel Prince, an MM fantasy romance.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
“I hope the morning fare was to your liking,” Beirich said as we rode along the next day, his gelding and my mare trotting side-by-side on a cart path that showed signs of slowly returning to the forest. “The bread is getting drier by the day lamentably.”
“Apologies for my lack of attention.” I glanced to my left to drink in the new day on his rugged face. His hair gleamed more red than brown in the dappled light. The scar on his chin was surrounded by thick chestnut whiskers, the hair not growing on the deep reddish mark. Would that scar be raised or had it flattened out? How had he come by it? Did his hair feel as thick and soft as it looked? Ugh. Lack of attention was quickly becoming a dire problem for me.
“Think nothing of it. It had been a long day and you are not used to such vigorous activity.”
I nodded in silence the ripped my eyes from him to try to find comfort in the saddle. My cockstand made that difficult. I let my thoughts drift. A vision of the man at my side laying me down on a mattress stuffed with lilac petals and fine down from swamp tuffet seed pods filled my mind. We were both bare, hard, and grinding into the other.
My gasp pulled his sight from Nin cawing down at us.
“You sleep fitfully most nights. Mayhap you would like me to rub some pink hawthorn salve into your—”
“No! No, I am…my mind is beset with worry that is all. Thank you, though.”
He gave me a benignant smile then returned to humming an old tune while our steeds carried us closer to my homelands. We were now navigating smell, less travelled lanes, the tiny villages and farming communities had faded away. Now we saw only trees, their numbers increasing with each day’s journey. In many ways I was glad to be away from judgmental eyes. Here among the oaks, with Beirich at my side, I felt less the outsider.
Within a twelve day if the weather held and the horses stayed fit, we would be entering the middle vale of the Verboten, where the clans of bosk elves lived and worshipped. I prayed that my people would not judge me too harshly for the pale tone my flesh had taken on during my stay in Renedith.
“Would you consider it forward to ask how you came by the touch of Danubia upon your brow?” His voice floated over to me as we rounded a gentle curve where someone had, long ago, erected a road sign. The post was overgrown with climbing vines heavy with red flowers that opened to us as we rode by. The vines reached out to me. I let them dance over my fingertips as we passed and I smiled at the hum of nature’s energy flowing into me.
©Copyright V.L. Locey 2024
Excellent imagery. Well done.
This piece has a lovely, floating quality. Very appealing!
Love how you portrayed the scene. And I so love his reaction when Beirich suggested rubbing salve into his skin right after he daydreamed about them being intimate. Great job!
Very nice descriptions.
Lovely imagery and the heat level grows. This is an intriguing story. I’m wondering what that massage to help him sleep would be about? But I’m guessing we will find out down the road, so to speak. Great job!
A great snippet. You always bring the scene to life.