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1 In carnal dream he lay asleep, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets, a lithe Elf-boy, young and not quite innocent. Frustrated eyes flicked open, brightness born under a shock of black hair. His nose breathed in huge gulps of air, and his soft lips parted; shadows shifted over his face. He looked like a diver, just surfaced, enjoying the very air. The scent like a rich musk permeated the farm. A powerful smell, it obscured even the rutty smell of Konya, his brother, the odor of antler-crowned stud buck that he knew so well. But the smell that the Elf breathed was the scent of something powerful beyond even words. It was the distilled essence of mighty male muscles, of the harsh sweat of a god, of power and dominion. His hand came up, covered his eyes, obscured the little lines that a sudden frown drew across his forehead. His nose twitched in the night. Nothing could overcome the secret odor, the one that called to him so. Smell of thighs sweating. Smell of work in the hot sun. Smell of lust. Smell of a stallion, running through a sunny meadow, kicking up weeds into a fog of gold. A stallion, running and running, his heart pounding in the wildness of the moment, black mane streaming like a banner. That was the source of this perfumed drug that filled the air - a mighty horse. The Elf moved his hand from his eyes, curled a bit of black hair round a finger, thinking and thinking - of the stallion. The white stallion had come like a ghost this very afternoon to his father's farm, in the southern reaches of Konyamiand's Kingdom; the white stallion that he had seen while he had been working in the fields. Its image hovered in his mind. Idealized, it had no real shape - it was more a dream that he experienced when he recalled the vision of the white stallion. That afternoon, as the stallion had passed the Elf as he had worked in the fields, the stallion had looked at him like no animal had ever done before. The stallion was an aryanlapt - god-blessed, intelligent as an Elf, capable of speech with an Elves and with Horses. It had seen him, not as a dumb beast would, but as ... he was too afraid to think the thought. He could not rest. He pulled the sheets down from his chest. Beauty revealed: his chest, naked and defined, carved by years of work in the hot sun. His groin, framing his phallus, swollen (maybe), fat as a worm, dangling over his young testicles. He got out of bed, bent over, grabbed a leather loincloth and wrapped it tight round his waist. The glories the Elf-boy hid like a sword sheathed, like a secret delightful sin. He left the farmhouse, walking up the vapor trail. The night was quiet and still. All the farmhands were asleep. Behind him the house - full of lusty father and lustier brother - faded, as if dark veil had been drawn over it. Ahead loomed the stable. It was the center of the mighty musk. The stable was a sun, spreading cuddling rays to dependent planets. He was drawn to it. The horse, the horse. The Elf could smell him, the great white horse, tall as a lord, a shaggy mane like a ripping from the night sky. All that beautiful smell washed around him. The Elf was the supreme battlefield. Chemicals rushed around and through him, tangled with thoughts. He paused on the threshold of the stable. The odor wafted round him, nestling in his armpits, between his pectorals, in his boy-fragrant groin. He stood, and thought, and trembled, a teenager drowning in a rage of hormones. With his foot he made a subtle motion - forward, onto the straw- strewn floor of the stable. The dust of the courtyard brushed off his feet. Thought had won in him. The Elf-boy, just barely a man, slinked forward, a supplicant seeking immense richness, seeking a divine gift, seeking communion with the gods. The odor was the pathway to the heavens. His link with the horse, his dark hair, black on unblemished white skin, trailed lankly between his shoulder blades. His skin, smooth as polished alabaster, was like a shimmer of moonlight on a still pool. His hair, black, shaggy, darker than shadow. The link was all-important for what he now sought, the only reason he could think of to justify his petition. Naked chest gleamed like silver in the dimness, and two nipples like eyes stared out from cupped, firm pectorals. Across his washboard stomach shadows rippled, a brook laughing over stone. Curls of black hair kissed his delicate, sweet navel, and descended in enticing line below the level of his kilt. Buttocks as ripe as swelling melons lay shrouded beneath the thick leather; a dark furrow split the twin halves, from there (though the Elf was unable to smell it) came another wonderful smell, the perfect complement to the fragrance of the stallion. The Elf-boy's promised yielding, opening; the stallion's proclaimed mighty, raging energy. Lusting air kissed his naked muscled thighs. Other horses were stabled there: he knew their names. Huryada, Tyiript, Aulyor, horses only not aryanlapt. And ears picked up and heads bobbed in surprise at his intrusion. But the Elf had no nose for them. He breathed the air, electricity tickled his lungs. A sorcerer must be nearby, stirring almond vapors into the magic air. The odor did not belong to these horses. It was the stallion that the Elf-boy sought. It was his first quest into the heart of quivering magics, and it was the vision that the odor brought, the wonderful thoughts of streaking through highland meadows, racing sunlight, hooves slicing through tall dried grass ... and thighs pumping and pumping and pumping. The sweet smell: sweat and musk. Then he stopped, a shadowed form in the dark, an Elf-boy caressed by lusting moonlight. The stallion more than justified the promise of the musk. Tall and proud it stood, luminous in its stall, a circle of pearlescent light around it. A god's hands had shaped the equine marble of its muscles into a vision of beauty. Wash of odor like sweat bursting out swept through the stable. Proudly, it tossed its head as it saw the Elf-boy. And it fixed dark eyes on him, and the boy, so tender, so young, so perched on the edge of the forbidden, was caught, lifted, spun around, and plunged into the sweet welcome there. Gazes locked. The horse was the center of an engulfing storm. Its odor was sacred. The boy sucked in the odor and held it within in, carried along, drunk with the moment, too afraid to speak. * * * The stallion saw the Elven beauty outside his stall. And it was delighted, it would have smiled had the gods given it that ability. There was a wonderful, fiery tension in him; a jagged bolt of lightning flashed from his heart to his groin. The boy had come. The horse had come this very day, to this farm, led by a guide from the city of Kyulon-Lirren. They had plodded (because the guide was so slow) down a long, dusty, sun-drenched road, through the hills surrounding this little farm. It was in the outer fields that the horse had seen this Elf, and it was in the outer fields that the horse had begun to lust after him. There the boy had been, so sweet, so tender, so yielding, but so male - bent over in the fields, working, filmed by hard-earned sweat. The boy had looked back at him, into the stallion's eyes. The stallion had seen through the layers of guilt and repression to the boy's darkest, deepest, most hidden thoughts. The guide had plodded on, coming to the farmhouse itself. Deals were worked out, between farmer and the guide, and the stallion was led into the stalls for bathing and cleaning. The horse had noted all the others there - horses, donkeys, even goats - and its genitals had swollen with the thought of all the equine strength he could take here. Not a full erection, just a subtle statement of desire. But all his thought had been on the dark-haired beauty from the fields, and his nut- brown, tight body. Now he was here, in the stalls, in the dark of the night, enraptured by the sight of the stallion. An equine tongue licked equine lips and a stallion's brain thought ultramasculine thoughts. A stallion - the creature that sought to reduce all the universe to a hole that could be filled by its ever-ready never- drained phallus. And this stallion, made by Aradd God of Love and sent into the world to rule masculinity, had long ago conceived of a different task. This stallion had never had an Elf sexually, its talents as a sexual machine had never been appreciated in Kyulon-Lirren. All its desires, all its frustrations, it had vented into others of its kind. But here was a boy, born on a farm, surrounded by the natural forces of the earth, entrapped by the lusty, easy power of animals. A country boy, a fusion of dirt, sweat, and song. The stallion wanted to sink his phallus into poetry itself: this Elf-boy. In silence the stallion watched as the boy at last moved and climbed over into his stall. He saw muscles bleed through the skin, how the damnably tantalizing loincloth hiked up, how the lightly-furred teenaged testicles hung like sweet fruit between his thighs. The horse sniffed, smelt the clean scent of the boy, his symphony of odors. The horse licked his lips with a shiny tongue. An electric tingle began in the horse's mighty testicles; a thigh muscle twitched. Softly the horse moved to position himself. It was the equine pattern - do not reveal what the postulant seeks until the proper time. He faced the object of his desire at a slight angle, presenting his right side, a posturing designed to reveal his strength but cloak the glories. The boy, with his loincloth wrapped tight round his sweetness, was doing the same - good, the horse approved. * * * The Elf-boy, caught up in the spell, felt his heart hammer and throb. He was forbiddingly excited. The musk like a syrup lay thick in the air. His delicate nose sniffed it, caressed it with moist innards. The scent was a tangle of ropes, all leading towards the horse's secret places, the places it girded with shadow. The horse spoke, in a deep voice, lower than thunder. "Who are you? And why have you come here?" The boy's tongue stuck fast. His name had been about to spill out, for he must obey this lordly horse's commands. But the second question, the bald demand, stopped his answer in his throat. The boy dreaded what he had come for. He had his own question, but how to ask it? What was the ritual? "Who are you?" the stallion asked again. "I am - " the boy began, in a gentle boy's voice, his words silky, loving. "I am Salanu." An electric shimmer quivered his hair-kissed testicles. "Salanu," said the horse, slowly. "Salanu - it is a name worthy of you. Now. Why have you come into my stall?" The horse's stall, not Salanu's father's stall. No, no, the horse was the master here. The master, on four strong legs, with ... The horse took a simple step forward, its radiance filling Salanu's upturned face. "Why have you come to me?" "Because you're so fucking beautiful," Salanu breathed, so teenager, so hormone-centered. "So people tell me. My name is Rihumme." The horse craned his neck forward slightly, entering the space that belonged to the boy, breathing in the scent of Salanu (scared, exhilarated, elated). Rihumme the white stallion locked the boy deep into black eyes, enjoying the Elf-boy's beautiful face - the pattern and curve of shadow upon parted panting lips. Enchanted the horse drew closer. His nostrils hovered onto a few inches from Salanu's pectorals. No smell of sweat now, just boy unadulterated, so sweet, heavenly. The stallion began to trail downwards through the aura of smell, sniffing nose dropping lower and lower. The smell of teenaged male Elf: tendril of testosterone like an aphrodisiac, whiff of semen like a hallucinogen. Rihumme was not looking at the boy now, his eyes closed. In a world of darkness he tasted the boy. The horse's questing nose dropped lower and lower, beneath the lower edge of the tight loincloth. The scent changed. Ambrosia. Rapture. The true odor of the boy. Salanu trembled as the horse inhaled him. He swirled into illegal dream. The hot breath of the horse was on his chest, then lower and lower. Blood gushed into his hot young cock. The horse opened his eyes. His nose was nearly between the muscled thighs. He was staring at the shape of a tube, hidden beneath the thin leather, and he was breathing Salanu's ball sweat and anal sweat. He could feel the boy's incredible tension. Rihumme's nose tickled with the secret electricity Salanu emitted between his legs. The horse lifted his head. Something beautiful began to happen beneath the loincloth. Salanu elongated, awakened, stiffened into youthful power and glory. "Boy," said the horse, "why are you here?" 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"Oh ... oh ... oh," Salanu said, little chants, a little chant coming out of the eroticism of the moment. His eyes were slits, as if he was seeing into a different realm. Rihumme's head again bent forward, his shiny horse-tongue emerged, touched Salanu's left nipple which sprang instantly erect. Salanu cried out in pleasure, but the tongue swirled around still. The horse was at last touching the Elf-boy. The tongue danced, Rihumme tasted his boy, his cock throbbed, a dripping sword sheathed in the air. The boy's chest glistened as if dusted with diamond. Teenaged male Elf. O the power of testosterone. Salanu's eyes closed, and he sighed in rapture. A long fat tube lived in confined quarters beneath his black leather loincloth, an unsubtle sign of his arousal. Ball-musk, anal sweat of sweet boy, smell of erect stud stallion, all mingled in the night air. Salanu was in a trance. 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