Lyrion's Gift [Elven Conceptions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

drawn by a pair of soldiers who left it directly in front of him. Lyrion frowned in confusion until he saw the shackles inside.
    “We’ll need to blindfold him, too,” he heard Mulciber tell Arowan in a low voice. “We can’t take the chance he’ll memorize the route.”
    Lyrion considered struggling, kicking, even biting as a length of cloth was rolled around his eyes and steel shackles bolted into the wagon replaced the rope bonds on his wrists. What chance did he stand against an entire company of armored—and armed—warriors? Long-suppressed tears fell freely as he curled up without even a blanket to cover him or protect his tender buttocks from the rough wooden flooring. He wept as the small cart began to shake and shudder, carrying him off to his unknown new life.
     
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    The journey through the forest lasted three days and two nights, with the soldiers stopping to create camps each time darkness fell. At the end of the first day’s travel, Arowan decided to remove his blindfold, apparently feeling Lyrion would be too disoriented to plot a return trip. Lyrion had no doubt he was correct. At night, Lyrion was released from the wagon and chained instead to whatever sturdy tree Arowan chose, though he was provided with a bedroll of his own. Back in his own village, he would have sneered in disdain at being asked to sleep on an itchy, rough blanket. After bouncing around naked for hours on rough wooden planks, it seemed a luxurious treat.
    Eventually, he began to sense a growing excitement among the soldiers, and the forest grew less thick. A threadlike path through the trees appeared, and soon it turned into a road. Finally, in the distance, he spotted the outline of what looked like city walls. Lyrion knew his destiny lay close at hand.
    Just before they reached the walls, the procession stopped at a small gatehouse, and Arowan approached the wagon.
    “You’ll walk from here,” he announced, undoing the shackles. Lyrion began to rub his wrists in relief until he saw another soldier approaching. This one wore a different sort of armor, leading Lyrion to surmise that he was a palace guard rather than a foot soldier like the others. In his arms he carried a polished wooden box, which Arowan opened with care and deference. Lyrion’s stomach tightened when he saw him lift out a length of gleaming golden chain and a folded cloth dyed a shimmering shade of green he had never seen before.
    “Stand here,” Arowan commanded, indicating the spot directly in front of him. Feeling he had no choice but to obey, Lyrion remained unmoving while Arowan and the palace guard applied this new and much shinier chain to his wrists, waist, and ankles. Though he had grown somewhat accustomed to being naked after spending so many days in his natural state, Lyrion felt that the chain around his waist, which pulled his hands tight against his sides, drew more attention to his bare cock swinging just below it.
    He experienced a fresh surge of panic when Arowan unfolded the green cloth and he recognized a hood without eyeholes.
    “Though these circumstances are somewhat unusual, you are still entering the kingdom as a captive,” Arowan explained when Lyrion cringed. “As a prisoner, you may not look upon the prince until he gives you permission. However, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s strictly ceremonial.” His whiskered mouth curved in a smile. “You’re going to please him very much…in every way, I would expect.”
    The words only partially soothed Lyrion’s nerves, and he found himself shivering when he heard the enormous gates to the city scrape open. Though he could see only shadows through the hood, he was aware of crowds lining the path they walked upon, which was paved with flat stones that bit into his bare feet. These people, too, regarded him as some amazing rarity, and he heard their whispers and even a few cheers as he was paraded past the unseen throngs by Arowan and Mulciber, who each held one