With the continuation of the 3rd Principle exploration with The Queen, Tommy, Yiska, and Gaelan, let me share the link to the UU Principles page: http://www.uua.org/beliefs/what-we-believe/principles
So please bear with me- I’m sleepy and all messed up because of my period. But I’m definitely enjoying this Principles series. This section and then 2 more before I move on to the 4th Principle- “A free and responsible search for truth and meaning.” I have a non-Vala-related book coming out soon and that will interrupt the series
Some details for those not familiar with my Vala’s Story serial/series. Vala and Iona are both tiny women; 5’4″ and 4’10” respectively. Vala is also a recovering drug addict (largely stimulants) and anorexic. Tommy is tall like The Queen, but is more slender and his upper body strength not nearly as developed.
Summary from part 1: Tommy and Yiska take Gaelan to the so-called “Iona’s Garden” area of The Queen’s mansion. Yiska has written “gorgeous” in red grease paint across Gaelan’s torso. The Queen has just arrived in the greenhouse and agrees that he does find Gaelan to be a gorgeous man.
“There.” Yiska turned to Tommy. “How did you want him positioned?” He placed Gaelan’s dress on the empty stone bench.
“How about straddling the bench near The Queen since he’s joined us?” Tommy gestured toward The Queen with his chin.
Gaelan trembled toward The Queen.
“Good boy.” The Queen held Gaelan’s hand as the boy settled himself on the stone bench, his ass nestling against the jean-covered crotch. “So very gorgeous.” His hands moved over his boy”s shoulders, ruffled his hair. “So exquisitely desirable, I thought as I studied you across the circle of chairs when we first meet.”
“Desirable. That’s the next word, my Queen.” Tommy moved around the stone bench taking pictures as The Queen continued to caress Gaelan.
“Lean your cheek against The Queen’s shoulder, Gaelan.”
Gaelan closed his eyes as he cuddled against The Queen.
Tommy knelt beside the bench and aimed his camera up.
“Very good.” Tommy tossed a moist rag to Yiska. “Okay. Replace gorgeous with desirable. Let him stay there as The Queen pleases.”
Yiska knelt between Gaelan’s legs. “Are you enjoying the afternoon, my Queen?”
“Very much.” The Queen kissed the back of Gaelan’s head. “I want you and your girls in my bed tonight. Come to my room at ten unless I order earlier.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Yiska rubbed the rag over Gaelan’s skin, first blurring the letters before making them disappear.
The Queen dragged his lips across Gaelan’s neck. “I think once Tommy is done with his plan, I will enjoy you before returning you to Raanan.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Gaelan moaned.
“Desirable.” Yiska danced his fingers over Gaelan’s thigh before he started writing, this time starting beside the right nipple. “Do you understand how it’s only the pleasure of the two men in control of this situation that I don’t ask you to join me on the grass?”
“My Lord?” Gaelan’s cock twitched as it continued its journey to erect.
Yiska brushed his free hand up to down Gaelan’s side, his fingers moving over the two rolls of skin that the boy tried to hide by sucking in his breath. “No, relax. You are desirable as you are. Did you notice how The Queen’s legs tightened against you as you tried to struggle?”
“No, my Lord.” Gaelan tilted his head so he could look at The Queen’s face. “They did, my Queen?”
“Yes because it feels so wonderful to have you nestled against me,” The Queen growled. “Feeling our body hair tangle as you writhe against me makes me want to fill you with my cum.”
“My Queen,” Gaelan sighed.
“Just like that,” Tommy murmured as he sat on the stone bench to take a picture. “I half expect I may end up with a few action shots if you keep moving against The Queen as you are.”
“That would not mess up your plans?” The Queen asked.
“I’d ask that you wait through two more words, my Queen.” Tommy paused beside Gaelan. “You are very, very desirable.” He leaned over to kiss the boy’s forehead and then his lips. “Lovable is the next word.” Stepping away, he made room for Yiska to again clean the submissive’s chest and stomach.
“Yes, lovable.” The Queen rained kisses on Gaelan’s neck, ear, cheek. “I love you so much, my pooka.”
“I love you, my Queen.” Gaelan released a long, whistling breath as Yiska kissed one nipple and then the other. “My Lord?”
“Yes, I love you too.” Yiska brushed his fingers across Gaelan’s belly just above his navel. “See how the word ends? So entirely lovably adorable.” He let his chin graze over Gaelan’s lower stomach.
“Is there something you would beg for Yiska?” The Queen asked.
“To suck Gaelan’s cock, unless that disrupts my Lord Tommy’s plans, my Queen.”
Tommy laughed. “That’s fine with me. Good thing I develop my own pictures.” He wandered to the other side of the bench. “I may just have to use different camera angles to get the word around your head, Yiska.”
“I’m sure you’ll guide my head if you need, my Lord.” Watching as The Queen scooted himself and Gaelan to one end of the bench, Yiska then balanced the makeup stick behind them. He lowered himself to his knees. Wrapping his arms around Gaelan’s waist until his hands rested against The Queen, he licked his lips. He traced the tip of his tongue up Gaelan’s hardening shaft; the boy’s huffed breaths sounded lovely above him.
The Queen laid his hands on Yiska’s arms, surrounding Gaelan in their embrace.
The sound of Tommy rapidly pressing the button echoed in the room.
“But… how can you… love me, my Queen?” Gaelan argued. “You can’t… can’t pick me… up, like Vala… my Queen.”
Lips pressed against Gaelan’s neck, The Queen replied, “Can I pick up Tommy? What does being able to pick someone up have to do with love?”
Gaelan moaned when Yiska sucked harder. “Um—“
“Does Iona not love me because she cannot pick me up?” The Queen continued.
“That’s a silly notion, isn’t it, my Queen?” Gaelan whimpered.
“But it is what our culture teaches from the perspective of heterosexual, cisgender men. Because we are taught to desire women smaller than us. But that is not how I have constructed my family, is it?”
“No, my Queen.” Gaelan’s chest heaved with every overwhelming thing in the moment. “My Queen?”
“When you are ready to come, just give appropriate thanks,” The Queen replied.
Yiska took one hand and grasped Gaelan’s balls, applying steadily growing pressure as he delighted at the pubic hair scratching his palm.
Tommy stopped beside the bench. “My Queen, could you please wipe off lovable now? I think he’s ready to move on to fuckable.”
The Queen chuckled as he accepted the rag from Tommy. “I like fuckable. Yiska, might you like to fuck Gaelan’s ass while I make him come with my hand?”
Yiska lifted his gaze to The Queen’s face. Slowly he backed off Gaelan’s cock, just the head remaining against his lips. “I would love that, but shouldn’t one of us write the word first, my Queen?”
“Pass the stick here,” The Queen ordered with his hand out.
I’m a big tease… I’m not sure yet when part 3 will be going live Maybe Saturday, maybe Sunday.