Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2017 04:25:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Behr Forbear <behr4bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: SyFy Fan Fiction - Chapter 1


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SyFy Fan Fiction - Chapter 1

This story is roughly located within the wot universe here...

Wheel of Time - Book 2, The Great Hunt, Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - Perrin visits Matt in the infirmary after the attack on the keep...

Perrin watched Matt as he drifted back to sleep having never even known the
blacksmith apprentice was there. With his acute sense he took in the smell
of astringent and the undercurrent of sick that persisted, he guessed, in
all infirmaries. He was aware, via sound, smell, and sight that he was
alone and his prong tickled. Matt's mouth looked so inviting and so as he
had done countless times since they first explored each other's boy parts
years ago back in Emonds Field, he stood and opened his breeches. He fished
out his still flaccid member and stepped to Matt's side. He leaned forward
to line up his glans with his friend's familiar mouth and rested the tip on
his lips. He waited patiently, listening to Matt's even breathing and
sensing he was still alone with the recuperating youth. With all the
control he could muster he let just a drop of piss escape his dick and it
trickled onto Matt's pale pink lips, seeping between them. A second later
Matt's tongue slowly made its way out and across his lips as they parted.
Tasting Perrin's offering, but still asleep, Matt opened his mouth and
Perrin slid his fleshy member into the familiar mouth.

Once the head was passed Matt's lips, instinctively Matt closed them around
the invader. Perrin listened again for any noise from the doorway and
satisfied he was still alone, he relaxed his bladder. Slowly he began to
piss into Matt's mouth and Matt swallowed the whole offering without
letting a drop so much as dribbled down his cheek. Perrin looked down at
Matt's man parts and sure enough his lifelong friend's own prong was
tenting the sheet that lay over him.  That made Perrin's cock twitch and he
pushed the last of his piss out forcefully into Matt's gullet. Perrin liked
using Matt this way and Matt liked being used by his friends and others of
Emond's Field in this manner. That was evident by his unconscious
erection. As Perrin withdrew his dick he noticed the sheet at the top of
Matt's cock was wet with emission.

Perrin put himself back together and realized then that his feeding didn't
satisfy him like he expected it to. This was a night of urges and he could
feel it in the air even without his heightened senses. Seeing his friend
sleeping peacefully he had thought that taking advantage of him in this
intimate way would satisfy a building lust. But alas, he was now more
excited and the sense of urgency to release his seed made him feel
wanton. He had to get off and in a sudden flash of lust he knew where to
go.

Making his way from the infirmary Perrin quickly found his way to the back
of the keep. Passing by now familiar places, he stopped short of the
blacksmith's forge. The forge was similar to all others he had ever seen
and the one he apprenticed in. While here in Fal Dara he spent many hours
with the Blacksmith and his apprentices. Perrin wasn't officially the older
man's apprentice but he accepted him into his forge as if he were. Perrin
liked the time there because he was able to keep his skills honed and learn
more of the trade. And if he were honest the blacksmith himself made
Perrin's cock chub up every time they were in the same room.

The man reminded Perrin of his master, Blacksmith master Luhhan, back home;
big, brutish, burly, and hairy. Boulders and rocks for muscle and lots of
thickness over it all that belied the strength underneath. Perrin's body
was of the same build, but he was still a youth in his own mind. These
blacksmiths were men, hard men, borne of years at the forge. Sometimes the
smell of a fire or the clang of steel made Perrin's cock rise. Here in Fal
Dara was no different.

Driven by lust and abandon Perrin made his way to the forge. The two
apprentices were there stoking the fire. There was much to repair with the
brief but intense fight of a few hours ago. Locks, door hinges, swords,
etc. All would need immediate attention. He was surprised the Blacksmith,
Master Boern, wasn't here.

The lust was driving his feet and he quickly made his way around the forge
fire to the back. Here he knew was an entrance to the Blacksmith's
quarters. It was an ingenious design that allowed the Master's house to be
warmed by the heat of the forge in the winter. Perrin had been invited
inside once by the goodwife to have dinner when he and his friends were
first at Fal Dara and then he took to hanging out in the forge.

As he closed the door behind him, ignoring the incredulous looks of the two
apprentices, he immediately could smell and hear the sex. No one else
standing there would have been able to but with Perrin's Wolf-heightened
senses it was like the act was happening right in front of him. As it were,
though, the action was in the sleeping chamber on the other side of the
house from where Perrin stood. His prong pressed hard against his breeches.

He made his way to the sleeping chamber and there he found what he knew he
would. The goodwife was on her back and the master Blacksmith was at the
foot of the bed. Both naked. She was holding her sizable breasts, tweaking
her nipples as she rocked back in forth with her man's thrusting. He had
his tree trunk size legs spread out to stabilize himself, had her legs by
the ankles pulled up in a high V and was fucking her with abandon.

Both the Master and the Goodwife looked his way. For a very brief moment
they both registered surprise, but immediately grinned; a lust fueled grin
and they both turned back to each other. The master never missed a stroke
and it appeared to Perrin he was pounding her parts harder with the
knowledge of his presence. "Get yourself over here sheep herder. Lick my
ass and fondle my balls. Get those breeches off too. You've much nerve and
big bullocks on you to enter my bedchamber."

Before the mountain of a man had finished his orders Perrin was already
stripped to the waist and working on the thongs of his breeches. He moved
in behind the big man and then pushed his breeches to the tops of his
boots. Standing there his entire vision was taken with the backside of the
master blacksmith. He had muscles on top of muscles, mountains of them that
Perrin could never have appreciated while the man wore his work shirt and
leather apron in the forge. The big man was covered in dark fur that
reminded him of a bear, glistening wet with his exertion at fucking his
goodwife. Perrin put both of his hands on the man's shoulders, an act he
had to reach up to do. Expecting the man's fur to be rough and coarse he
was surprised to find it soft and silky, and much thicker than at first
sight. His muscles were firm and taught with his fucking. In fact it seemed
his whole body was tense with the action of driving his hammer home hard
and fast.

Perrin's other senses were ablaze with perception. He could smell sex,
sweat, ass, musk, the sweet aromatic of the goodwife's lotions and her
sex. He could hear every squish, smack, and slap of thigh on thigh, balls
on taint, dick in gash. He was dripping his own seed in copious amounts and
he didn't care that it was pooling as much in his downturned breeches as it
was on the goodwife's floor.

He ran his sizable hands down the man's shoulders and across his back
feeling and tracing each muscle as it flexed beneath his palms. The heat of
the man was like the forge itself and Perrin was almost certain he would
scorch his hands. Lust drove his hands further as he massaged and kneaded
the master's strong arms, noting briefly how the man's right arm was
slightly more muscled as that was his dominate arm in the forge. For some
reason that caused Perrin's prong to twitch.

The blacksmith's arms were up at an angle and Perrin moved his hands to the
man's arm pits. The heat there was more intense and the fur there was
thicker and wetter with sweat and musk. Perrin pulled at the hair there and
the man threw his head back and growled while he picked up the pace of his
cunt hammering. Perrin pulled his sweat filled hands to his face and
inhaled deeply while rubbing them all over his face. He wanted the man's
musk inside him and his cock twitched all the more as he tasted the man's
sex sweat. Perrin had longed for weeks watching the master at his craft to
nuzzle into those pits. So he leaned his face in and lapped at them from
behind, one and then the other. Master Boern felt his tongue there and
raised his arm, releasing his wife's ankle and turning slightly allowing
Perrin access to his hairy, sweaty pit. Perrin leaned around to get at it
better and lapped like a dog. After getting it clean of sweat and musk he
did the same to the other.

"Now do as you were commanded young blacksmith!" The man growled and Perrin
immediately dropped to his knees. His sight was now filled with the firm,
flexing, thrusting ass of the Fal Dara Master Blacksmith. A sight Perrin
longed to see but never thought he would. It was firm and soft at the same
time and as hairy as the rest of him. It was big and bubble like and sweat
rolled off it and down the backs of his thighs. Perrin reached out and
grabbed a cheek in each hand and kneaded them in time to the man's rutting
which elicited another growl from the big man.

Perrin could see the man's large ball sack swinging back and forth between
the man's thick thighs and watched in awe as it slapped at the goodwife's
taint. The smell of sex and musk and ass was stronger here and Perrin
breathed it all in; every sense heightened and drowned in this act of
lust. After only a minute or so of feeling and breathing all this Perrin
began to pry open the man's ass crack when he was on the out stroke. The
master Blacksmith never missed a stroke for all his ministrations.

Perrin moved his hands so that he could get his thumbs into that hairy,
musty crack and could just make out the dark brown eye, the most intimate
of parts for a man, winking at him when exposed to the air. Perrin's mouth
watered. He had not tasted ass since farmer Landers had sought him out
during the last feast night. That man's ass was firm and musty with hard
labor and the day's festivities, but it was a morsel compared to Master
Boern's blacksmith forged ass. He longed to do this to master Luhhan back
in Emonds Field but he never tried knowing the man would not have it. Still
he thought about it often and pleasured himself often with the imagining.

Sensing that Perrin was ready for the deed Boern let his wife's legs go and
leaned fully forward bending at the waist. This opened his backside for the
lad to do his best. Perrin noted the change in position and pulled the big
man's ass apart exposing the eye again. With that he lurched forward, all
senses in overload and pressed his tongue there. The man moaned and his
asshole twitched. The good wife squealed with delight at her husband
getting thicker insider her and Perrin lapped and ate like it was a
goodwife's cunt. While he had only done that once he was familiar enough
with the act as he used to watch the neighbors back at Emond's Field. The
man, a tabac processor by trade, seemed to like nothing more and get no
pleasure from anything else than eating his goodwife's pie and Perrin now
matched that man's enthusiasm and technique while eating out the master
blacksmith's ass.

After a while he was stabbing his tongue in and out of the master's hole
and his dark eye was more and more relaxed. The man kept fucking his wife
but with more reserve as he relished the kid cleaning his dirty, musty
backside. Perrin reached for the big bull balls that were now hitting his
chin and began to pull and stretch them left, right, down and around. The
harder he pulled the more the master's hole twitched and the more he moaned
and growled. With lustful inspiration Perrin positioned them in one hand
which was not an easy feat. He grabbed high on the sack near the man's
shaft and even then could not get his sizable hand to fully close finger to
finger around it. This pushed his nuts down and tightened the hairy
sack. With his right hand then Perrin smacked those taught balls hard. At
the impact Blacksmith Boern thrust forward, arched his back, thew his head
back and let out an ear deafening growl. His goodwife screamed with pain
from being pierced harder, further and thicker than ever before. With his
tongue in the man's ass, Perrin could tell that this sent him over the edge
and the master blacksmith of Fal Dara was filling his goodwife with his
cream.

Perrin let go of the man's balls then and the man groaned again with the
sensation. Perrin could feel the quakes shake the man to his core. There
were a dozen if not more and the smell was intoxicating to Perrin. As the
man settled down and began to pull out Perrin positioned himself under his
cock so that as it exited and the man's seed would spill out Perrin was
there to catch it with his tongue. It was salty and tart and musky and
thick. It was delicious and Perrin couldn't get enough. As the blacksmith
cock pulled out Perrin began to lap at the shaft, cleaning the man's cum
off of it. It was thicker than Perrin expected but certainly in keeping
with the man's size and it seemed to take forever to withdraw. After a long
time the head slid out of the goodwife's gash and Perrin was there to take
it in his maw. The master upon exiting his wife simply pushed it forward
into Perrin's mouth. He muttered curses and growled at the feeling and
Perrin was lucky to get one final tremor from the blacksmith that shot a
good amount of seed directly onto his tongue. Now Perrin moaned in lust and
greed as he sucked the man clean. Perrin was no expert in these matters but
he was certain Master Boern, blacksmith of Fal Dara, had the thickest and
longest prong, not to mention the tastiest seed, in all of Shienar. And he
wanted more.

But Master Boern had other plans. "On your feet sheepherder. Get you prong
into my goodwife and make sure she gets her Moment. On your feet!".

Perrin jumped up his slick hard cock was no match for the master's hammer
but he was larger in size than most men twice his age. And he knew so more
keenly here in Fal Dara given the custom of bathing here.

He slid into the gash with ease, a testament to the master's recent
presence, and the goodwife moaned when he hit home. She continued to
massage her nipples and watched Perrin's face as he screwed it up while he
was screwing her. She seemed both amused and lustful for his presence in
her. The goodwife's cunt was warm and wet and slick with Boern's own cream
and the thought that he was fucking the man's wife with his cream as
lubricant made Perrin all the more lustful and it only took another minute
or so of thrusting and he too was arching his back, pressing his cock in as
deep as possible and exploding inside the blacksmith's goodwife. He felt
her tense and she moaned in ecstasy of her Moment.

At that moment Perrin froze for an instant, going stiff in every muscle. A
scene flashed across his vision of the goodwife and the blacksmith holding
a newborn son. One with dark hair of curls and he knew his seed had rooted
in the goodwife. He had never before had a foretelling, but he knew that
was what it was. He shivered and hoped he would never have another.

He pulled out and off the goodwife and as he was stooping to pull up his
breeches Master Boern dropped between his goodwife's legs and started
eating her pie. Cleaning her of his and Perrin's cream while he jacked his
massive cock with his equally massive forge calloused hand to another
orgasm.

Perrin picked his jerkin up from the floor and shucked it on. It was hard
with the sweat he had worked up. The smell of ass and sex still strong in
the room and on his face as he started for the door. He would go to the
baths and clean up. "You are welcome in our bedchamber anytime Perrin the
blacksmith's apprentice from Two Rivers." Said the goodwife as he closed
the door behind him. Through the crack he caught a last glimpse as the
blacksmith rose from his feast and mounted his goodwife for another round.

Perrin seemed sated and relaxed after having exhausted his lust but he was
certain he heard a faint laughter on the wind outside. As he exited the
house and into the forge the two apprentices were not at the fire. Instead,
the younger one was leaned across the coal pile while the other one was
fucking him in the ass. They were both big men as he was. The master knew
how to find the right stock for a future blacksmith. One was older and had
been with the master for many years. The other, getting his ass fucked
royally, was about Perrin's age, maybe a year or two younger. Both seemed
taken with wild abandon. The master would not allow such a thing, despite
what had just happened, and male coupling was universally frowned
upon. There was some understanding in war, the dungeon, or other situations
when goodwives were home with hearth and children and men were together for
weeks and months on end with no other company but themselves. But here in
the Keep such open antics would be trouble.

There was a sense though that Perrin could feel to his bones that this was
a night of extremes. The attack on the keep seemed to almost be heralded by
an intense lust that ran through the keep even now, hours after the
attack. Perrin sensed it perhaps more so than others, maybe even more so
than the Aes Sadia. The man and youth didn't even acknowledge him as he
passed. It seemed that all the Shainarin pomp and custom went our the arrow
slit when one's hard dick was exposed to another.

It was this sight that caused Perrin's lust to reignite. His cock jerked
and was hard in an instant. He wanted, needed, more sex. In fact it almost
seemed that if he stretched his wolf senses to their max he could hear
sounds of coupling from all directions within the keep. He sped his pace
and headed for the baths.

He entered the dimly lit corridor that led down to the bottom of the
keep. There a hot spring surfaced and was used for all manner of things for
the keep. It was a source of drinking water in siege, warm water for the
laundry, and it was used for the bathing pools set up near it. In this part
of the world, it was acceptable for men and women to bath together,
something Perrin and his friends had not really gotten used to. There were
benefits of course as Perrin knew which knights had worthy swords and which
had ample asses. The lasses were a sight too and he had never seen so many
breasts and gashes. All trimmed differently as if it were art contest that
the lady's competed in. The men, he noted never touched their body hair
with a blade except for the hair on their faces and heads. Knights always
kept a freshly shaven head around their topknots.

He came to the changing place and stripped off his closes. His prong was
still hard, thrusting out at a 45 degree angle from his own shaggy bush and
hairy, large ball sack. He still had the ass scent of the blacksmith in his
nostrils and could taste the man's cream still in his mouth. It made him
hot to stoke himself in the bath. He walked to the farthest pool, slightly
hidden around a bend in the cavern as that one would allow him the privacy
he wanted and he would be alerted well in advance if someone else came to
bath. He didn't expect anyone at this time of night, early morning
actually, and after the attack he assumed all would be busy with cleanup,
repair and planning for revenge.

When he got to the pool he was surprised to find Ingtar there. The Lord
Captain of the Armies of Fal Dara. He was immersed in the pool with only
his sizable chest above the waters. The Lord was a stark contrast to Master
Boern. Where as the blacksmith was a bear of a man, Ingtar was like a
plains cat. He was tall and well muscled, thick with them, but they lent to
his stature a sleekness like a cat. He was hairy but the hair was short and
light colored. It seemed to highlight and accentuate his form in all the
right places. The man was impressive in his own right and he held his
position due to his strength and cunning on the battlefield. When he spoke
men obeyed. No matter. At the sight of the man, Perrin's prong got harder
when sensibly it should have shrunk to hide in fear.

He had his eyes seemed closed when Perrin approached. "Come here Perrin
Southlander. Tonight is a strange night and I would have your counsel."

Surprised that Ingtar would want his counsel Perrin slipped into the pool
on the opposite side, quickly to hide his erection, and slowly waded
towards the man. The pools were dark under the surface in the dim light of
the cave and he was happy for the concealment. He took a seat, carved from
the very rock of the pool, about an arm's length from the Lord Commander.

"I should think My Lord would want the counsel of more experienced men then
me, Lord Ingtar. I have no special insight.."

"Yes," Ingtar cut him off, "But you do have insight don't you golden eye? I
have watched you young wolf." At the label, Perrin held his breath. Does
the man know he has the Sight?

"You fascinate me blacksmith. You see things, hear things even, that others
do not. You are different though you don't seem to want to acknowledge that
difference. Pray are you so afraid of yourself that you loath who, or what,
you are?"

Perrin couldn't answer, he didn't really know who or what he was, only that
since that time in the woods, when he could see as the wolves see and talk
to them and they to him, he had not been the same.

"Tonight is an auspicious night, youngling. Fal Dara attacked, Darkfriends
in the keep, a cold wind from the Blight and everyone feeling, well,
feeling. I saw that you were affected. Your young manhood as straight as an
archer's arrow, and harder than forged steel. It seems we are all affected
tonight. Tell me. With your 'senses' are you more affected?" Ingtar asked.

Perrin gasped silently and could not think of what to say. Suddenly master
Boern's ass smell was overwhelming. He licked his lips to get more taste
and his heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the lust overtaking him
like when he was in the forge.

"I presume you must be hypersensitive to whatever is in the air tonight,
master Perrin." Ingtar said, having now opened his eyes and looking
straight at him. "I too am overtaken. Why just now I have been from my
goodwife's chambers having rutted her two times when I should have been in
the keep directing repairs. But I was seemingly unable to control my urge."
He paused and Perrin noted the flare of his nostrils and the heat seemed to
be rising in the pool they shared.

"I..I..", Perrin stuttered. "I have felt a lust My Lord, lust like an
animal and wanton abandonment at sating myself." All inhibitions left him
as he said it and now it was just him and Ingtar, not Lord and farm
boy. Just two men in the pool alone.

"Come here master Perrin, I would have you now as I had my goodwife. I will
not take no for answer." Before he finished the sentence Perrin was wading
the few feet left between them. "Straddle me here blacksmith so that I can
fuck your Blacksmith ass." Ingtar said. It was more a demand but not of one
from Lord to underling but from lust, lust from one man to another.

And Perrin did, he straddled the Lord Commander facing him. As he settled
into position he could feel the man's flesh sword, firm between his thighs,
under the water. Without any thought Perrin positioned himself for entry,
reached back and aimed the man at his asshole. One man sat, the other
thrust up and Ingtar was buried in Perrin's ass. Ingtar moved his hands to
Perrin's hips just under the water to hold him in place while he started
thrusting in earnest. Fucking the boy who was young enough to be his
son. It was all lust and passion and soon they were kissing. The kiss was
light sword play with their tongues as they fought for supremacy one over
the other.

"I smell and taste your exploits." Ingtar said after a minute, still
fucking up into Perrin. "Tell me who might I be tasting, young one."

Lustfully, Perrin told him of his night's activities. The retelling seemed
to drive Ingtar to higher heights of lust and soon he was uncontrollably
slamming his cock up into Perrin's shit chute. Perrin's ass was on fire and
it felt unbelievable good. He had had dick in his ass, what young boy
hasn't really, but Ingtar's prong was a firebrand plucked from the very
forge Perrin worked and it hit his anvil perfectly every time. It was
driving Perrin mad with lust. Perrin reached back and grabbed Ingtar's
topknot, a customary no-no as no one touched a knight's knot. But Perrin
grabbed it and pulled back hard raising Ingtar's face. Parrin dove in
tongue first lathering all over the man's hard chiseled face and ending
with a kiss battle that Perrin and Ingtar both knew Perrin had won. At the
moment Ingtar allowed that defeat he shot his load, the third of the night,
into Perrin's tight, thick ass. Perrin started shooting his load. His cock
was just under the water's surface but he had enough force in that orgasm
to shoot 3 shots out of the water landing his cream on Ingtar's face.

As they settled their lust Perrin, still holding the older knight's
topknot, cleaned the man's face of his own seed and then kissed the Lord
one final time, this one more passionately.

Minutes later as they both dressed after having decoupled and cleaned
themselves, Ingtar said, "We ride tomorrow to find the Horn. You will ride
with us. Your will tent with me and after the first day's hard ride south,
you will fuck my ass while you manhandle my topknot. Do you understand
Perrin of Emond's Field?"

Perrin smirked and watched as the ass he was going to fuck was tucked away
in the man's leather breeches. He reached out and grabbed hold of one
cheek, "Yes, My Lord. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.". They left the
baths to rest and get ready for the hunt.


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