Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 08:58:30 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Iron Crown 09/12 (fantasy)

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THE IRON CROWN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on May 28, 2002
translated by the author English
text kindly revised by Randhir

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE IRON CROWN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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Chapter 9 - THE SEVENTH YEAR - THE REUNION

After Alfeo drank the last drop of  seed from the handsome knight, he
lay his head down on the knight's chest and let out a satisfied sigh.
Jens tenderly caressed him, waiting.

Suddenly the boy raised his head, and looked at him with eyes filled
with amazement, "I can read your thoughts!" he murmured with reverent
awe.

"Not really... you are not feeling what I'm thinking, but you are just
getting to know my memories. It is a little different..."

"But... but how is this possible? Is it a miracle?"

"I don't know if we can call it so... in my country we rather call it
magic. White magic."

"But isn't magic a bad thing?"

"I don't think so."

"You..." suddenly Alfeo said widening his eyes, where was fluttering a
mixture of incredulity, surprise and joy, "... you would like to take me
with you..."

"Yes. But would you come?"

"If you promised to love me... yes. I would come with you to the end of
the world. If you could love me..." the boy then corrected himself.

"I think it would be difficult not to love you, from what I know about
you..."

"But you still know me too little. I don't know if you would like me..."
he started to say then, as if a sudden thought flashed in his head,
under his dark, rebel hair, he asked, "If you... if you drank from me,
you would know me totally, isn't it so?"

"Certainly yes. You would have no more secrets from me."

"Then... then drink from me, please. Then decide if you really want me
with you."

"And if I wanted you?"

"I would follow you to the end of the world, as I just said."

"All right, as you wish." Jens said with gentleness, sitting up.

The boy kneeled in front of him, stretching out towards him his
beautiful, erect, young member. Jens perceived that that gesture was way
different from what it could seem to stranger eyes - the boy wasn't
offering him his member to get pleasured, but was offering him his soul,
totally. He was putting himself totally in his hands. Jens felt moved.

With religious and reverent care, he started to lick and suck that young
and fresh flesh, hard and silky, to give him the utmost pleasure.
Meanwhile his large hands leaned, assured and strong, on the novice's
small, sinewy and firm buttocks, kneading them with pleasure.

Alfeo closed his eyes and started to moan in a low voice and, in a short
while, stiffened, almost as to block the final explosion, as to lengthen
those moments of joy, but couldn't stand it and finally abandoned
himself to the compelling orgasm. Jens drank almost with gluttony the
boy's gift. When all was over, he took the boy, hugged him and lay down
with him the bed, waiting for the magic to work.

What he saw, what he got to know, enchanted him. That boy was
delightful. He was thirsty for love, for his love. He would have liked
to give himself totally to him, be totally his, and only the fear to be
used and forgotten held him back. Jens looked in his eyes, and then
kissed him, deeply, tenderly.

Then, keeping the boy's face between his hands, he looked into the
depths of his soul and whispered, moved, "I want you, I want you to be
mine... I want to give you all my love... I want to be loved by you...
Do you accept, Alfeo?"

The boy's eyes filled with tears, but his face sweetly smiled, "I'm
here, I'm yours. I love you!" he said then moving closer to him, almost
in a prayerful tone, like an invocation that springs from the deepest
corner of the heart, he said, "Take me, make me yours, let me feel you
inside me, Jens, please!"

"Yes, my sweetheart, here I am..." Jens muttered, moved, as he finally
found true love.

Alfeo opened to welcome him, and Jens went inside him, slow and as
solemn as that moment was, and on their faces bloomed a radiant smile
full of joy and pleasure.

"Do you feel me, my beautiful boy?"

"Oh yes, I'm feeling you... It's too beautiful... I'm yours, my
beloved?"

"Yes, you are all mine, and I am all yours."

"Yes... and it is divine, it can't be a sin. I now feel complete... I
now feel like a man even though I'm still a boy, I now feel at peace
with the life and with the world."

"I love you, Alfeo." Jens said, moving inside him with a sweet
transport.

They spent all the night together, going on to make love, never sated.
Also Jens wanted him inside. The fourteen years of difference ceased to
exist, they really were feeling to be one only thing. The balmy scents
from the garden were permeating the room through the open window
consecrated their union. The first sunrays found them still kissing,
inebriated with joy.

"Let's dress, my beloved. I'll take you away from here. No... put that
black coat in my sack and wear rather this tunic. By all the gods, how
beautiful you are, Alfeo!"

"You are beautiful... my spouse!" the boy answered radiant, hugging him.
"Let's go. Let's go out through the garden's door, so nobody will ask me
questions..." the young novice suggested.

Thy reached the port without obstacles. Jens asked to several sailors,
until he found who could transport them to the continent. Standing on
the deck of the wide boat, their hair ruffled by the wind, the two, hand
in hand, looked at the new land slowly approaching.

Landed in Scylla and paid the ferryman, they mounted the horse and took
the road to the north.

"It's good to know everything about the other one, Jens, isn't it?
Everything, really everything..."

"Yes, it is very good. I think that no couple ever experienced such a
rapture. You are me, and I am you, for real!"

They rode quietly, often stopping to just enjoy the landscape and the
mutual closeness, to rest, to nourish the body drinking and eating, and
to nourish their souls making love. After a few days they reached
Mileto.

All of a sudden Alfeo exclaimed, addressing to a man, "But you... you
are Axel!"

The man turned and looked at him with a questioning look, "When did we
meet? I can't remember you..."

Alfeo smiled, "We never met, but I know you - I am the lover and squire
of Jens, and found you in his memories."

Axel lightened up, "Jens? Where is he now?"

"Not far. Come, I'll take you to meet him, he will be glad to see you
again."

"Yes, I too will be glad... the curse is then ended... we shall meet
also the others... Ah, and here is Tantas, my... squire and friend."

Alfeo and Tantas looked and smiled at each other. Tantas was a young man
of twenty-five, he grew up really beautifully and physically resembled
Axel, even though retaining his oriental features. Alfeo guided them to
Jens and observed with pleasure the joy of their reunion.

"They are beautiful, aren't they?" he said to Tantas.

"Yes, they are. We have been lucky having met them. Is Jens your lover?"

"Yes, and Axel is yours, isn't he?"

"Not really - in his heart remains his Derk... He is fond of me, I have
to admit, but his only love is Derk... you too should know that."

"Yes, you are right, I know. So, then, he didn't change..."

"Not at all."

"This makes you sorry?"

"Absolutely not. To me his friendship, and having been with him up to
now, is enough. It has been very good also making love with him. I
always knew that our relationship would end the day he will be reunited
with his Derk."

"It's funny, isn't it? We know all six of them, even though they still
don't know us."

"Yes. Don't you think that Axel and your Jens resemble each other?"

"Of course, as they are the first who drank from each other. You too
resemble Axel, therefore I too will gradually come to resemble Jens...
and eventually all the others."

"We all are like brothers."

"Yes, indeed we are." Alfeo concluded.

All four celebrated together. After a rest at the inn where Alfeo and
Tantas were lodging, the four resumed their way. They knew that now,
sooner or later, they would meet all the others. As it happened.

When they reached Amantea, they met Kimon with his Floriano, who had
just landed from a byzantine ship. They were wearing identical clothes,
almost to underline they belonged to each other. Only the somatic
features distinguished them, for the rest they would seem twins. Also
their age,  Kimon twenty-five and Floriano twenty, didn't seem
different, as the first seemed younger and the second more mature.

In Maratea they found Altma with Bughail. They also, respectively
twenty-six and twenty-two years old, seemed to be twins. It was evident
they were deeply in love. Each of them narrated to the others his story;
as, almost for a silent agreement, each preferred to make love only with
his own companion, Jens felt he had to exclude himself from Altma for he
was in love with Alfeo, but the young knight answered him that
everything was just perfect, because he, in his turn, was crazily in
love with his beautiful Bughail.

Tantas seemed to become more and more taciturn, but Axel one evening, in
front of all their friends, said, "You know, I for ever love my Derk,
and feel that he too is still in love with me. But I swear that you will
forever be my best friend, the most important one, because of all we
shared in these years. Don't be sad, then."

Tantas had a sad smile, "I really thank you but... it is not because of
you that I'm feeling sad, you should know it..."

"Yes, I know - you're afraid not to find your lover, you're afraid to
not be able to content yourself with somebody different... And yet, I
feel you will find, in my Derk's companion, the perfect match for you.
Whoever he could be. If I chose you, and if Derk chose whomever he
chose, it means that you two will be right for each other. Be confidant,
Tantas. Someone up there, the name we give him is not important, is
watching on us, on all the twelve of us. We are at this point bound for
all the life. You know it."

"Yes, forgive me..."

"A friend has never to ask for forgiveness from a friend, especially
when the friendship is deep as our is."

They reached Salerno. Here, as they found a good inn, they decided to
stop for a few days. They visited the beautiful and ancient town. A
local lord, made curious the group of eight men so heterogeneous for
their clothes and features and yet so similar for their physical aspect,
gait, and the light in their eyes, invited them for dinner at his place
to entertain them. After the meal he gave to each of them a rich gift,
then invited them to accompany him to the port to wait for the ship that
was bringing home his elder son, who was coming back from the imperial
court. In reality his son had decided to visit the North Africa before
returning home, so the ship was coming from Tunis.

They saw the Moorish ship land. The aristocrat's son got off and, just
after him, with surprise and joy of the octet, also Harti with his
Nikolaos got off. Harti, the older of them all, was now thirty-four
years old and Nikos was nineteen. They gave each other a hearty welcome
and the aristocrat invited them again for supper. Harti and Kimon made
clear their respective choices, as did several days before Jens and
Altma, without problems. Alfeo, Tantas, Floriano and Nikos became
friends at once, perfectly.

The aristocrat wanted all of them to be his guests for several days and
organised in their honour hunting games, parties, and shows. The fame of
their enterprise spread in the town and surroundings and all the
nobility was in contest to meet them and lavish them with gifts. But
finally they decided to resume their quest. It was then the beginning of
winter. They said farewell to their exquisite host and resumed the
journey.

They reached Neapolis. Here Flaviano fell ill, so they decided to stop
there and to wait for his recovery. They called the best Greek doctors
and had him cared for, lovingly assisting him in turns, even though
Kimon didn't want to part from his bedside. They spent in Neapolis all
the winter. They had rented a house where they lived as brothers.

The first hints of spring were in the air, and Floriano, convalescent,
started to do short walks out of their house. All ten went to the market
to sell some of their goods to buy what they needed to resume their
journey, when a brawling broke out. Made curious, Nikos went to see what
it was about. An aristocrat, for some unknown reason, picked a quarrel
with two strangers, and men of arms at his orders, surrounded them. The
two foreigners were valiantly and vigorously defending themselves.
Nikos, all of a sudden, recognized one of the two foreigners - he was
Derk! He at once called the others and all went to give help to their
companion. The men of arms, at that point, ran away, and the aristocrat
with them.

The ten companions festively gathered around Derk who introduced them
Kossur, the boy who was now eighteen years old. Then Axel and Derk
embraced and kissed passionately and for a long time, hidden to the
passerby glances by the wall of bodies of their friends.

"How much did I miss you, Axel!" Derk sighed.

"Yes, and I you!" They didn't need to declare their mutual love as their
bodies were expressing it in an unmistakeable way.

"Let's go back home!" Harti proposed, and all of them went, in a merry
group.

Tantas was at the back, where he sided Kossur.

"We two don't still know each other, and yet we have so much in
common..." Tantas said, a hint of hope in his voice, to that boy who was
seven years his junior.

Kossur nodded, "We have loved the two lovers... and now we are alone."
he said, but without sadness.

"We could..." Tantas started to say, but stopped, hesitant, looking at
the other in the eyes.

"Yes, we can..." Kossur gently answered. "In me there is something of
the Axel you got to know and to love, and in you there is something of
the Derk I met and loved without hope... it can work."

"I hope so..." answered the proud young man with a hint of voice,
feeling almost like a child.

Kossur stretched out a hand and took Tantas' hand.

The latter squeezed it with gratitude and started to feel less lonely.
"You are really beautiful, Kossur."

"You too, Tantas, Your eyes are so proud, but so sweet."

"And yours are so pure and so full of passion."

"I would like to savour the taste of your lips..." Kossur whispered.

"At home, in a short while... I desire you, Kossur."

"And I you... I feel we will learn to love each other.

"It will not be difficult at all..." Tantas answered, and they squeezed
with tenderness each other hands.

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THE LAND OF THE GREAT PRIEST

As they were at home, while all the others were celebrating, Tantas lead
Kossur into a withdrawn room. Their friends noticed that and smiled,
gladly.

"Tantas, you... you really want..."

"We are now part of them, with an indissoluble bond. And if they chose
us, it is our destiny we two become a couple. We have just to learn to
know, to appreciate, to love each other..."

"But you... do you desire me?"

"Yes, I desire you, my sweet Kossur. And you?"

"As soon as my eyes met yours, I felt fascinated by you. May I undress
you?"

"And I you!" the young man answered with a smile.

Kossur felt a shudder of pleasure run through him at that glance. And he
felt a stronger pleasure quiver when his companion's hands leaned on his
body. They were soon naked, one in front of the other, admiring each
other, and their members rose to meet each other, building like a bridge
of emotions between their bodies.

"Come..." Tantas whispered, pulling him towards the bed.

"Yes..." the boy sighed, shuddering once more.

"Who knows if the magic of the seed still works, now that all are
reunited again?" the young man asked, more to himself than to his
companion.

"We have just to try..." Kossur answered turning to unite with him in a
sixty-nine.

He thought that his member, even though so different from that of Derk,
was really beautiful, desirable. Even if the magic didn't work, he
wanted to give to the other the best of himself, he wanted to raise in
him the highest pleasure his body could be able to give.

They united almost at once, and began the mysterious journey together.
They had just met, and yet they didn't feel strangers. They inhaled each
other's scent, greedy to know, to please each other. They were in
contest to give each other pleasure. They couldn't yet call it love,
but... what they had just entered was the main road leading to love, and
both were conscious and happy for that. They sucked, licked, and
titillated each other until they felt that the companion was in the
seventh heaven. Each of them was only caring to give, each of them was
grateful to receive. They had had wonderful masters, and they had been
perfect pupils.

Finally they quenched their thirst, one at the spring of the other, with
long sips, appreciating for the first time each other's taste. Jet after
jet, flow after flow, drop after drop.

When they finally parted, almost reluctantly, Kossur turned around and
Tantas took him in his arms, they hugged and kissed, sated and happy.
The caressed each other and kissed again, while their bodies were
gradually relaxing.

All of a sudden Tantas hugged him more strongly and said, in a moved
tone, "Oh, my poor Kossur, what an unhappy childhood you had!"

"But I am happy, now - how beautiful you are, Tantas... now that I
really know you, you seem even more beautiful to me..."

"It worked!" the young man exclaimed, suddenly becoming aware of what
had just happened.

"Yes, and I believe that you really are the person I always dreamed
about."

"More than Derk?" Tantas asked almost amazed, but full of hope.

"It seems impossible even to me and yet... and yet much more than Derk,
and this is all said!"

"I adore you, my sweet Kossur! You too seem made to measure for me. I
never felt such a joy in all my life like in this moment... oh, really,
you were really destined to me, and I to you. And the life, the destiny,
the gods... made us finally meet. My life is yours, Kossur. You can make
of me anything you like."

"And mine is yours, Tantas. I belong to you, soul, body, mind, spirit,
and heart."

"Do you mean that you love me?"

"Certainly so, as I can feel your love. Don't you feel mine?"

"Sure... But I would also feel your body inside mine."

"And I yours. Do you think that the others will be surprised not seeing
us around for a while?"

"On the contrary, I think that the longer we will miss the company, the
more they will be happy for us... Tame me, now, Kossur, enter in me,
please, then I will make you my gift."

"With pleasure, my wonderful man."

Tantas placed his ankles on the boy's shoulders and so offered himself
with a smile full of passion. Kossur pushed himself inside him, feeling
desired, wanted, awaited. Yes, he undoubtedly was his man - he was
finally going back home, in the home of joy and pleasure where he
belonged, for which he had been conceived eighteen years before.

"Here I am, my beloved, I'm here for you..." he sighed when he was
totally immersed in the sweet love channel.

He started his dance of joy and passion, accompanied and urged on by the
beautiful young man. They hugged, kissed, and caressed oblivious of
everything and everyone - Only they existed in the universe, only their
dawning love was shining. Tantas became aware that all his life long he
just yearned for that lover, strong in his sweetness, tender in his
passion. Kossur was making him feel precious, had the power to soothe
his most hidden anxieties, to make him feel alive and serene, as he
never felt before.

When finally Kossur gave to his lover all his young energy with long and
passionate pushes, he parted from him, lay on his back and almost with
urgency, his voice broken with emotion, begged his companion to take
him. Tantas rose on top of him, beautiful as a half-god, and entered his
sanctuary. The boy felt the strong member slip inside him and fill him,
and understood that all his life he just waited for that moment.

The instinct of the prairie resurfaced in Tantas and he took his beloved
with joyous vigour. All the boy's body was shaken by the vigorous
thrusting, and Kossur felt incredibly happy. His member that had
softened after the intense enjoyment he had just experienced, stood up
again, throbbing and strong, thanks to the intensity of that ride, so
wild and yet so filled with a tender love. Yes, Tantas knew exactly what
he needed in his depth - not the rough violence of the soldiers, but the
fiery and virile passion of a lover.

They were really made for each other. Their eyes were laughing with joy,
their mouths were insatiably searching each other, and their bodies were
tightly brushing against each other with increasing passion.

When Tantas finally let himself go, and sprayed his lovers depths with
his seed, he said, looking him in the eyes, "I love you, Kossur!"

"Yes, I too love you!"

"I... I would quite restart all now but... but we have all our life in
front of us. We will possibly do better if we go to tell our friends all
our joy..." Tantas said, regretfully parting from him.

"I think you are right. Let's go."

They got off of the bed upset by their impetuous passion and, still
naked, without worrying, holding each other hand, reached the others who
were still together in the wide kitchen. As they saw the couple come,
they all welcomed them with joyous ovations.

They kissed in front of all their friends then Kossur, asking for some
silence, said to Derk, "I thought I had been lucky, and was happy,
because you freed me from those soldiers. But I didn't understand that
in reality you were taking me to him... I will forever feel grateful to
you, Derk, forever and ever!"

"I too didn't know, but evidently this was what the fate planned. I am
really happy for you, my dear friend." Derk said.

Then spoke Tantas, "Axel, I was silly to be sad, that day, and your
words were wise and true. You, after that battle, not only spared my
life but, taking me with you, made possible this encounter, and lead me
to my true love. Never a defeat has been more beautiful and lucky. I'm
indebted with you twice. Know that you can totally count on me, on my
life."

"Thank you my dear Tantas, We all know we can unconditionally count on
each other, Even though love unites us in couples, we twelve are now one
only thing. Blessed be our king for sending us to this quest."

"Our king, the good Waltha - I'm longing to meet him as, even if he
still doesn't know, in my heart I swore him loyalty for having sent to
me my Harti." Nikos said.

"This is true for all of us." Bughail said, happily.

"Let's have a toast for our king, Waltha!" Floriano proposed.

"Long life, prosperity and health. Happiness, power and glory to king
Waltha!" Alfeo proclaimed, raising his cup.

Everybody united in the toast.

They decided to resume their journey. They put together all their goods,
booties, gifts and purchases, and decided that each would keep only the
essential selling all the rest in order to travel lighter and faster,
sharing in equal parts the gold they would earn. When they were finally
ready, they left. It was a mild morning of spring; the New Year had just
started when they left at their back the city of Neapolis, aiming
towards the Land of the Great Priest - Rome!

Along the way the locals stopped to admire these twelve champions parade
along the ancient Roman road, in old times ran through by the legions of
the fallen Roman Empire. It was emanating from them, from the older one,
the thirty-four years old Harti, to the younger one, the seventeen years
old Alfeo, a force, a self-assuredness, a pride that demanded respect.

Several local lords, along their journey, welcomed them in their
mansions. When they finally reached the gates of the Eternal City, a
large formation of men of arms, lead by a noble man and by a prelate,
was waiting for them. Their fame had preceded them.

"The Bishop of Rome is waiting for you in the Lateran Palace." the
prelate said to them without even asking them who they were.

The men of arms escorted them and the twelve friends were aware that it
was an honour escort. Along the streets of the ancient city, the people
observed them pass with silent amazement - never were seen before so
beautiful and so strong knights.

As they reached the Lateran Palace, some servants took care of their
horses, while other servants accompanied them to their rooms. An entire
wing had been reserved to them and guards of honour were on duty out of
the door of their corridor, so that inside they had full freedom and
intimacy. Servants had prepared a warm and scented bath. Afterwards the
servant gave them special clothes, then food and drinks. As they had
refreshment and had rested, they were finally admitted into the presence
of the Pope.

After the ritual greetings, the Pope said, "We know that you came here
from a far land to find the iron crown and to take it to your king. The
crown was taken away eighty-four years ago but, according to the
prophecies' exegetes, it will be back here on the next Holy Thursday...
and, always according to the prophecies, it will be found again on the
day after Easter, but that in four days it will be back in Rome... Each
time when the crown comes back, I don't know if you are aware, it means
that the king who assumed this crown, or his successor, is dead... as he
was unworthy to have it. Do you want all the same bring it to your
king?"

Harti spoke on behalf of all of them, "We know for sure that our king is
good, and fair, and worthy. Either the prophecy interpretation is wrong,
or the cause of the crown's return is another. We are not afraid for our
king. Tell us, pray, where the crown is kept, so that we can recover it
and take it to our king."

"The faith you place in your king honours both him and you. But I don't
know where the crown is. Rome is full of mysterious and unknown caves.
If you are deemed to have it, I am sure you will find it. Anyway you
have to search for it alone, I cannot help you. But I will surely not
hamper you."

"We thank you for your welcome and for these words. The day you said, we
will come to you to say farewell, bringing with us the crown. Blessed
be, Pope of Rome."

"The blessing of God be on you twelve... You are twelve like the
Apostles, twelve like the year's months, and twelve like the day's hours
and like the night's hours... Go in peace."

That was, as it had been explained to them, the official leave. They
bowed and went back to their quarters. After the supper, they discussed
how they had to start the last part of their quest. Then they withdrew
into their rooms, of course using only six of them.

Altma and Bughail undressed in haste, filled with desire, and lay on the
wide and soft bed.

After a while they were kissing and caressing in the long foreplay they
both loved, Altma said, "Bugha... did you notice how the guard of honour
at the last door was looking at us?"

His lover giggled, "Yes. He literally undressed us with his eyes... and
I did it, to tell you then truth - he really is a handsome young man."

"Yes, I too like him. Would you like a threesome with him?"

"You know that I never step back, Altma."

"Then, wear something and go to talk with him, and see if you can get
him here..." Altma suggested, aroused at the idea.

Bughail eyes shone, he got up and wore a short tunic. He took one of the
lanterns, quickly passed the corridor and opened the door to the
antechamber of their quarters. There was the guard, who at once stood
up, straight.

Bughail looked at him from head to toe, then asked, "What's your name?"

The guard, somewhat surprised at that question, dryly answered, "I am
Octavius Columna."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four, sir."

"Ah. You are really well built, to be so young."

"Never as much as you, noble knight..."

Bughail smiled, and then asked, "Do you have to stay here all night
long?"

"Yes... I will have the shift at dawn."

"You have to be tired, all the time standing at this door..." he said,
drawing nearer to him.

"I am accustomed to this; it is my duty."

"Why don't you come in to lie down for a while... to have some rest?" he
asked, leaning a hand on his hand that was on his sword's hilt, and
lightly caressing it.

The Roman looked him straight in the eyes and said, in a low voice, "I
would be more than willing, but I cannot leave my place..."

"But behind that door there are two more guards, and at the door further
out four guards... and it is night; who can come?"

"But if by chance it was discovered..." the young man said hesitantly,
while his eyes were lighting with desire, as Bughail hand, slipping away
from his hand, went down to grope, lightly but daringly, between the
guard's legs.

"We will say that... that I felt ill and asked your help... come..."

"But..." the young man said in a last attempt to resist him.

"Don't you like me, possibly?" Bughail asked, provoking, passing an arm
around his waist and pulling him against his body.

Their erections met trough the clothes and throbbed one against the
other. "Yes... to die for..." Octavius whispered feeling his head
ablaze, and their mouths met, greedily.

When they parted, the Roman was trembling from head to toe.

"Come..." Bughail repeated.

"Yes..." the guard shuddered, his eyes filled with lust.

Bughail took his lantern and silently guided him to his room. When
Octavius entered, saw Altma naked on the bed, his member fully erect,
and emitted like a sob.

"Welcome..." Altma said, with a smile.

Bughail was already unfastening the belt sustaining his sword. The young
Roman started to undress, in silence and quickly, his eyes riveted on
the powerful and beautiful body of Altma. Bughail quickly took off his
short tunic and, now naked he too, helped Octavius to take off his last
clothes. The member of the Roman was already hard, pointing up to his
navel, and leaving so fully visible the full bag of his firm eggs.

Without needing to be invited, the handsome Roman went near the bed,
kneeled on it between Altma's legs and started to lick and suck with
greediness his member. Bughail at his back, rummaged with his tongue in
the buttocks crack, searching for his hidden hole. Octavius raised a
little more his pelvis and spread his knees, to give him more room.
Bughail tongue found the throbbing hole and while, his hands slipped
between the Roman's thighs was gently groping his testicles and feeling
his member, started to push the tip of his tongue inside the guard's
sphincter, evidently not at all new to such intrusions. Octavius moaned,
going on to suck Altma's member with increased will, while his hands
swept all over the knight's body.

Bughail thought he had wet enough that greedy hole and, leaning on the
Roman, whispered, "Which one do you want inside there, mine or that of
my friend's?"

"Both of them!" the Roman muttered, excited.

"Then I will go first, so I'll prepare you to take Altma as his is
bigger than mine..." Bughail said and started to push.

"Ahhh... push harder! Fuck me, go on!" the Roman moaned.

Bughail gave a big stroke, making Octavius fall on top of Altma, and as
Bughail fell on top of him, all of his cock was swallowed by the Roman's
hot channel. Altma hugged tight the handsome Roman, and kissed him,
fucking his mouth with his tongue. Octavius was in frenzy.


"We are going to make you pass an unforgettable night!" Altma told him
when it came his turn to penetrate Octavius.

"Oh, yes..." the Roman moaned feeling in paradise, and welcoming in him
the strong and big erection of the knight into his channel already
slippery from the copious load of seed just deposited there by Bughail.

This latter, lying in front of the handsome Roman, started to suck with
a great pleasure his hose ready to burst, while Altma was riding his
firm little arse, that was for a long time no more virgin. Bughail was
waiting with curiosity the Roman's orgasm - who knows if the seed magic
was still working?

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10

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