Thalia and Earth

Chapter 3: The Claiming

Chapter 3: The ClaimingLorenz had tried to think of some way to avoid the Claiming Rite, but he had promised Llewellyn that when on Thalia he would abide by Thalian ways the same as Llewellyn had abided by Earth's laws and customs while he was stranded there.

While on Earth, Llewellyn had adopted him, a rather dry court procedure and everyone that attended wore clothes. On Thalian there was a Claiming Rite and except for the capes both men were nude.

“Are ye ready, Lorenz?” Llewellyn asked as he closed the clasp on his royal blue Don cape that fitted over his four hundred and twenty-seven pounds of muscle.

Lorenz's mouth was in a tight line and his grey eyes flat. At six foot, three inches, he was six inches shorter than his father and had the leaner, muscular build of a ranchman.

“Hell no, I'll never be ready for this.” His nude body was completely hidden under the blue cape.

Llewellyn's brown eyes flared with the amusement that had always lurked there while he lived on Earth. He kenned the ways and beliefs of his laddie's land.

Lorenz's Justine mind had seen the mental picture of what Llewellyn wished to do when he was still in his teens. The image had sent him running over the Texas prairie. His mother's screams echoing in his mind had brought him back to the ranch. Instead of the beating he had expected from his father, there had been an explanation. The idea of having to actually participate in the rite was far from his then fifteen-year-old mind. On Thalia, it had happened much faster than he anticipated.

Once the Council's business was over, LouElla and the Council accepted Llewellyn's request to Claim Lorenz as his laddie, a rite that would officially make Lorenz his laddie, and recognize him as the first born of a Maca. Lorenz's title would be Laird of Don.

Then the request from the Maca of Don and the Maca of Betron to Walk the Circle had been granted.

LouElla stood and announced, “The ceremony of my laddie, Llewellyn, and my Earth younger will take place after the viewing members of House, Tris, and Abs have left. Thank ye all for attending.”

The members of the Council of the Realm remained seated and the House of Don's immediate family members remained in Don's viewing box while Llewellyn and Lorenz had retired to the enclosed Don section to change. The other members of House had departed to the Dinner Arena.

Now Lorenz squared his shoulders and nodded his dark head at his father. Llewellyn opened the door and they walked through the aisle of the seating section and out into the arena. They turned right and walked to where they stood directly in front of the round wall enclosing the raised rostrum where the Guardians and Counselors of the Realm sat in a semi-circle. Lorenz stared straight at the wall and both men bowed to the Council members and then turned to face each other.

Llewellyn used his right arm to sweep the cape back over the shoulder and Lorenz used his left to do the same. That meant all members of the Council were staring down at them and could see one-half of their nude bodies.

Llewellyn put his left hand on Lorenz's shoulder and Lorenz put his left hand on Llewellyn's shoulder. He looked directly at Llewellyn's straight nose and lips. The lips had the slightest twinge of a smile. Lorenz clamped his teeth tighter as he knew what would come next.

Llewellyn's huge right hand reached outward and down and he firmly clasped it around Lorenz's balls and p***s. What Lorenz had feared all those years happened. He had an erection. He dared not look at Llewellyn's face, but he heard him intone the words.

“I, Llewellyn, Maca of Don, claim ye, Lorenz, as my laddie and name ye Laird of Don. Your seed and all of your offspring belong to Don.” In his mind Lorenz could see the man smiling as Llewellyn looked up at the Council while he spoke.

“And my laddie tis anxious to give his seed to Don.”

The hand withdrew and Lorenz took a deep breath and performed his part of the ceremony. He reached forward with his right hand and clasped the balls and p***s of Llewellyn. He hoped his voice wouldn't quaver as he intoned the words.

“This man tis my fither. All that I will have comes from him and all who comes from my seed belong to Don.” His grey eyes were looking at the Council, but he saw nothing.

Llewellyn's p***s came alive in his hand and he knew his eyes widened, but unlike Llewellyn, he did not ad lib to the Council. He released his hold and stood with shoulders squared, then stepped forward, rose on tiptoe and put his head on Llewellyn's right shoulder and then the left, giving the “tsk” sound in each ear.

Llewellyn repeated the head rite and they turned and bowed to the Council before standing straight. Most members of the Council saw the scar descending on Lorenz's body and wondered why it was still there.

LouElla was beaming at them both. “Henceforth, he tis Lorenz, Laird of Don. He and his issue belong to the House of Don. Gar's blessings on ye and your House.”

“Members of the Council,” she continued, “behold my younger and youngest.” She pointed at Lorenz and then at Andrew MacDonald seated in Don's viewing section. “Andrew tis the laddie of one of Lorenz's Earth laddies and will now be known as Lad of Don. More of Lorenz's offspring dwell on his native planet, but they all acknowledge Llewellyn as the head of House.” She bowed her head in their direction.

Llewellyn placed his arm over Lorenz's shoulder and looked up at the Council. “If ye will give us a few moments, we will join ye and the rest of the Houses at the Dinner Arena.” Both men bowed again and walked towards Don's private quarters.

Once inside, Lorenz grabbed for his clothes, slipped on the thong, cinched it tight, and then whirled on Llewellyn, but Llewellyn was busy pulling on his own clothes. Lorenz shrugged and pulled on the blue of Don that he had been wearing since he arrived.

“Ye realize that ye are expected at the Dinner Arena this eve, aye.”

“I realize it, besides if I don't show, Grandmère would come charging after me.” He let out his breath. “And y'all realize that I'm still waiting for Medicine to heal Diana. I want her whole and I want to marry her.”

“Aye, that tis next.” Llewellyn smiled at his son. “Thank ye, my laddie.”

For a moment Lorenz stood baffled. Then he remembered how proud he had been when the judge intoned, “From now on your name is Lorenz Adolf MacDonald.” Lorenz smiled at his father.

“Ye are welcome, my Fither.”