Jun. 4th, 2016

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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART II
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

The young guard before him trembled with embarrassment, handing over a small box for Kovar's examination. Kovar had already been loosely informed of the contents.

As the supreme officer of the Avatar's guard, he would have to view the evidence himself to make his own judgment.

Kovar opened the box, and inside found a small cache of sensor crystals. As soon as he lifted the lid, he could sense their purpose. They emitted a wave of erotic pleasure.

The guard, a trusted sergeant named Rorvian, tried to control his response to the flood of emotion, unsuccessfully.

"You may want to wear your gloves, sir," he said.

Kovar's eyebrow lifted. "I see." He reached into his desk drawer and removed a pair of meticulously crafted ceremonial gloves, which he then drew over his long, powerful hands. Then he lifted one of the crystals.

Even through the gloves he felt a tingling sensation that reached all the way from his fingers and straight to his groin. He put the crystal down with distaste.

"They're all like that, sir," said Rorvian quietly.

"Pornography is forbidden in this house," stated Kovar in a clipped voice.

"Yes, sir. But..." and Rorvian paused, searching for how to say what needed to be said next. Then decided not to say it all all and let the crystals speak for themselves. "You need to have a look at them, sir."

One of Kovar's thin, black eyebrows shot up again. Rorvian's discomfort was as palpable as the wave of passion leeching out of the crystal. Kovar looked down at the box again. The crystals were small, but the container was filled with them.

He picked up another, holding it gingerly, and let the wave of lust wash over him. He ordered his mind, compartmentalizing the feeling, willing it aside so he could view the contents of the crystals dispassionately.

He saw a slender man, kneeling on a bed, in a room decorated expensively, but in vulgar taste. His hair was a fall of silver, and it shielded his face from view. He was moaning ecstatically, urging his lover on, said lover thrusting into him with complete abandon.

The lover was Lt. Trevian, a competent soldier, and reliable, and, at the moment, pushing in and out of the slender, white body before him with military precision. His eyes were closed and he was moaning even more loudly than the anonymous pierced man whose legs were spread wide on lushly embroidered purple sheets, as he struggled for purchase against Trevian's sweaty thrusts and the silky fabric of the bed.

Trevian had recorded his entertainment with some prostitute, then kept the delights of his personal hours for review while on duty. A breach of protocol, for which he would be roundly punished. But this wasn't the sort of thing Kovar cared to become directly involved in.

Kovar put down the crystal, his face the picture of distaste.

"I have no desire to watch this sort of display." A petty, vulgar matter. Kovar sneered. "Handle it."

Rorvian paled. "That's not all, sir. You must..." again Rorvian could barely bring himself to discuss the matter. "You must look again."

"You can't simply tell me?" Kovar snapped.

Rorvian looked as if he was going to faint. "Sir...I cannot."

Kovar's jaw dropped a little bit, and his mind raced to think of what exactly could be on this crystal that could make a strong man like Rorvian unable to speak the truth of it. Were there animals involved?

Sighing in annoyance, Kovar picked up the crystal again, reviewing where he had left off, a tedious chronicle of Trevian's enthusiastic pumping into another man's ass.

Trevian grabbed the silver fall of hair of his paramour and pulled at it like reins of an animal. The pierced boy's head snapped back, his lips slack, eyes half shut. And his face unmistakable.

The Avatar. The spiritual leader of Ovanan, the vessel of the God. Beautiful, delicate, and wailing like a madman, as he was enthusiastically gored by Trevian's eager prick.

Kovar dropped the crystal in shock. It hit his desk and shattered.

"I'm sorry, sir." Rorvian sounded terrified. "I couldn't...I couldn't say...you had to see this for yourself. It's not something I could bring to the attention of..."

"No, no of course not. You did the right thing. Thank you." Kovar took off his gloves and used them to mop his brow. Disaster. Utter disaster. If word got out..."Who else knows of this?"

"There's more," said Rorvian, his voice a small rasp.

Kovar groaned in the pit of his soul. What could be more than this?

The door to his office chimed, a visitor requesting entry. And as usual, when the visitor was the Avatar himself, he did not wait for permission to enter.

The Avatar's young, smiling, perfectly beautiful and utterly innocent face peered through the entry. His magnificent silver hair was unbound, framed his face, fell in a stream to the floor. Kovar and Rorvian's last view of the glorious stream had been when a man was using it to whip his head up and down while he was being fucked.

"Major Kovar, may I have a word with you?"


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