THE BOY HEROES FROM THE LAND OF ERIK (A Series of Epics)

Epic no. 1 -

Aizen and Holt: Lovers of Fate

By DamiJon

Email at damijon123@gmail.com

Genre: Fantasy, Sword & Sorcery, Drama, Romance.

Disclaimer: All characters and events in the story are fiction. Please do not copy/share me and my boyfriend’s work without or permission! Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if reading about boys with boys, boys with men, offends you. How did you find this anyway if it does? This is explicit stuff!

Warning: The story contains scenes of erotic b/b love. It also does have some action/fight scenes later on that include violence. While there’s some hardcore sex, there’s also a lot of plot, so keep your pants on for a little bit. P.S. Later stories do include b/m as well, along with war, character death, executions, epic battles, much tragedy, and more.

Notes: The following story is part of several others set in this fantasy world that is completed. Feel free to message me your thoughts and feelings on it.

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Prologue/Setting:

The following story, among many others in this series, takes place on a fantasy, medieval-like world, on a vastly large continent known as The Land of Erik. The main kingdoms within it are Harath, Cruiberg, and Aigua. There are some others mentioned in the other stories as well. Between these lands are large communities, such as the demon lands (known as Varn Ra and E’hbel) within and around mountains, and small elven communities within random parts of the forests.

Demons are a critical race in the stories. They have a mostly human-like appearance, but with horns and feline tails. They also possess fire magic. The Cruiberg land has been at war with the demons for over two hundred years.

Chapter One - Aizen and Holt: Lovers of Fate

            A young demon boy sits under a tree within a forest in the early morning on the first day of fall. He takes the last sip from a cup of coffee, grabs his guitar, and begins to practice a song on it. The boy is eleven years old, with tan skin, five foot two in height, and wears no shoes or socks. His hair is a shiny blonde, mid-length in the front, long in the back and by his ears. Two small horns that are about four inches long stick out of his thin straw blonde hair from out of his forehead. His tail, which ends just above his knees, is silver and light orange. His eyes are a violent crimson red, but his smile is full of innocence that makes up for it. He wears a thin green tunic shirt and a pair of handmade shorts that resemble cut-offs.

            The demon thinks out loud to himself, “What will I eat today? If only I had a spellbook and could form a meal out of some wood. All I have in my backpack is a jar of spices, some peppers, some herbs… Man, what can I even summon with this junk?”

            As he thinks out loud to himself, he can hear a figure approaching him. He sensed the person many minutes ago.

            A youthful-looking figure approaches him slowly, wearing the greens and browns of a woodsman, and moves silently. His cloak is pushed back to reveal supple light-leather armor. He carries a variety of weapons. Sword, long and thin bladed. Daggers at each hip. A fine-looking bow slung over his back. He must be a warrior of some kind. His face is young. Barely that of a teenager. Long light hair, brownish if anything, worn freely and loose, a small circlet keeping it from his face and eyes. And what eyes! Blue like the sky closest to the sun, clear and bright. He looks as if he could glance right through a person into their most profound depths. He stops, far enough to not be a threat but close enough to be examined. He’s slightly taller than the demon boy, maybe five-six, and lithe. He holds up a brace of rabbit and quail, dressed and ready for cooking. A smile is drawn across his face as he looks at the demon boy.

            “Lunch?” He calls out, his voice clear and calm. His voice is that of a boy, almost on the cusp of manhood, but still a child.

            The demon places one hand behind his back, feeling for a dagger. He responds, “What’s the catch? You and I both know what your people do to my kind.”

            The boy stops. “You mistake who my people are.” He brushes his hair back beyond his ears, turning his head to give the demon boy a clear look. Pointed. No human, this boy’s a breed or a full elf. “I mean you no harm. Any boy who can make such music, demon or whatever his kind, has nothing to fear from me.”

            The demon smiles and crawls on his knees to move stacks of logs. All he has to do is snap his fingers and they light aflame. “My name is Aizen. And yours? Your eyes are quite lovely, if I may say.”

            Aizen’s smile is returned warmly as the boy slowly approaches him. He responds, “Thank you Aizen. My friends call me Holt. You are uniquely beautiful as well.” He grabs some nearby branches and soon has the meat roasting over the fire. He drops his pack and pulls out a wooden box, the size of a shoebox. “I have something for us while these are cooking. Unless you prefer yours raw?”

            “I don’t like eating raw meat in front of people that are unlike my kind. It’s embarrassing.” Aizen stretches out his arms and then his feet. “Aren’t you carrying too much? You can place your stuff down. I mean no harm if you mean none as well. So you're an elf, right? What a strange name. Not of the Aigua Kingdom, not of Notingotic villages... But with weapons like that, you must be of some importance!”

            Holt nods and drops his pack and a pair of small sacks. He removed his cloak. The boy is thin, almost whispy. He opens the box that he brought out earlier, taking a small cake and enjoying a bite before offering Aizen a cake. Honey lemon cakes. From two villages eastward. He converses, “I’m a half-elf. I call no kingdom home and wander the woodlands of the world, seeking new sights and new excitements.”

            “Interesting.” He takes the offering and devours it quickly. “Sorry, I have been quite hungry this morning. Such a skinny body. How can you fight like that? Maybe you can teach me a spell or two, if you know any. I was caught in a fight with a group of human soldiers who were going to t take me captive. They took most of my goods except what I had hidden over here. Burnt my spellbook too! I was forced to kill two of them to escape. Have you ever killed before?”

            Holt offers Aizen another cake. He points to the rabbits. “Mostly, my foes think me a child, stolen his father’s weapons and an easy mark. I’m sorry for your troubles. Maybe we could travel together? If you don’t mind, that is.”

            The half-elf seems unsure of himself. Embarrassed and confused. He turns away from Aizen and pretends to be cooking the meat.

            “Maybe,” Aizen replies. “I am on my coming of rite ritual where I am supposed to live on my own for a year and decide how I’d like to live in this world. Working with you may be nice. We’d make a good team. My kind… The demons… They’ve been dying off after so many wars and genocides.”

            “Yes, I’ve heard those tales. I’m sorry about your people. The folklore portrays you all as killers and fiends. Stealing babies, poisoning wells and crops.”

            Aizen can’t help but to burst into laughter, falling on his back as he slaps his stomach. “Oh my… Have I been a bad guest? Shall I offer you some coffee? I have been told that I make the best that there is on the planet.” He grows more serious. “Killing, I do not like it. Sometimes I have nightmares over it. I must often wonder, do humans have these feelings? If I have to do it, I will pray that their soul finds peace, for whatever they worship... It would be best if people could just love, lay, and be one with nature.”

            “My mother was human. Some see the value of love. Most do not. He looks sad for a moment and wipes his eyes. I'd like some coffee. I love nature. Nature is my home and family now.”

            Aizen takes out a cezve pot, placing coffee grounds into it, along with some water from his container, and then holds it over a fire. He asks and empathizes, “Your mother has died? I am so sorry for your loss. Both of my parents were killed by humans. I understand your grief. Make no mistake though, I don’t hate them all. Just most of the humans.”

            He pours warm coffee into a large cup, almost resembling a soup bowl and offers it to Holt.

            “She has passed. Murdered.” He takes a sip from the coffee, gulping it and smiling, then tends to the meat. “It’s delicious! The best cup I’ve ever had.”

            “Yes? Is it not? Reminds me of cranberries, milk chocolate, and juniper. How old do you think I am, Holt?
            “In human years? Perhaps 12 or 13. But I doubt your people age the same as humans. I think… I think you’re beautiful.” Holt blushes.

            “I’m 11. Us demons age slower, unfortunately… Is it the same with elves, right? Or do they just stay young forever?” Aizen reaches to pull out the meat. The fire has no effect on his hands. He uses his sharp dagger to cut the animal on a stump, chews on a piece of the meat, and washes his hands in a small puddle of clean water near him.  “Eat when you please.”

            “We stop aging when we mature. Or practically stop aging. I’m only half-elven. I’ll age slowly, more slowly than humans but more quickly than elves.” Holt fishes out a small metal plate and cuts and eats some quail. He pulls carrots from his pack, offering one to Aizen. The demon bites on his carrots seductively, then feels self-conscious that maybe he is already too attracted to the elf. “I’m only 13. My aging will slow soon. I may look like this for a decade. If we travel together, will that hurt your coming of age? Will it be like cheating?”

            “No, no! It is encouraged for us to do so. Make mistakes, learn, find new friends along the way.”

            After Aizen finishes his meal, he points to the coffee and warns, “I must warn you that… If you believe in chakra energy… This coffee affects your Muladhara. Increasing your sexual energy. It has no effect on me though.”

            “If we stick together, I’m sure it won’t be a mistake. Maybe I should have boy of the drink.”

            The demon boy grins widely, laying on his side. “A body like yours, I’m sure you’ve had sex, yes?”

            Holt stretches and runs his hands through his hair, letting it flow and drape of his shoulders. He answers, “I’ve had many offers. And I have come close, but no. I’ve killed two men who sought to force themselves on me. Humans. I’m not attracted to women either. Human or elven.”

            “I’m the same. Only attracted to the same sex. What a coincidence that we would meet in this forest on such a beautiful day.” Aizen rustles around, playing with his toes, and sits back up. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve done it with a few demons like me and one anthro who is half-lion. I met him early on in my travels, but he parted, as he was a criminal on the run from Aigua soldiers.”

            “A half lion? How did that work?”

            “The sex?”

            Holt blushes. “Well, yes. The sex and everything else. Did you… Did you kiss?”

            “Of course we kissed! We were deeply in love. Thought it was love at first sight, or whatever they say… His cock was very long and thick, quite threatening in a way, and it hurt at first, but I did love it… I am inquisitive as to what it would be like to lay with an elf, though. Although I’m not trying to persuade you to do anything! Not ever! The coffee, I didn’t think about what those beans do to non-demons until you had already started drinking it.”

            Holt shakes his head, still blushing. “You loved him. I’m sorry he had to leave. Have you ever felt love at first sight before or since then?”

            “Yes… It is quite a horrible thing. I love too much. Like a curse.”

            “That’s why I never have been with anyone.”

            “Finish your coffee. Don’t want it to get cold.”

            Holt looks up at Aizen, grinning. He looks very young with the grin and his hair hanging all loose. “Couldn’t you just heat it back up?”

            The demon sighs. “Yes. Where is your magic? Shouldn’t you try to impress me, too?”

            Aizen takes the bowl from Holt’s hands, placing one finger into it, and returns it to him. Holt grabs Aizen’s wrist. He stares into the boys eyes as he brings Aizen’s hand to his mouth. He sucks and licks the coffee from his finger. Holt blushes as he finishes. “Do I need to impress you? Do you think you could like me? Maybe even more?”

            The demon gaps quietly, then settles himself. His tail moves suddenly and uncontrollably with excitement. It moves into his lap as he picks out wood from it. He quietly mumbles, “Do you mind if I remove my shorts? I don’t want to seem rude.”

            Holt shifts, shaking his head and adjusting himself beneath his clothes. His eyes are wide and have become pinkish. He breathes excitedly. Aizen pulls down his shorts, revealing his underwear, which is a white, thin, and extremely soft material made by his own hands to fit his body, which resembles briefs. He places his shorts on his guitar, lays on his chest in the grass across the fire. His tail pats around, then calms down.

            “Do you think you could like me, Aizen?” Holt asks.

            “I made up my mind before I even saw what you looked like.”

            “How could you do that?”

            “Your smell. The presence of your energy. Your breath.”

            “I know mostly what to do, I think. But you’ll have to teach me. I’m a virgin. You won’t mind, will you? I mean, you made up your mind that you like me, right?” Holt moves to Aizen and throws himself into his arms. He nibbles on Aizen’s ear and whispers, “Teach me everything. Be my lion.”

            Aizen feels under Holt’s shirt and touches one of his nipples, then goes in to kiss his lips. “Such delicate skin. Elves are so soft and pale. Is my body too warm?”

            Holt whimpers as Aizen kisses him, allowing the demon boy to guide him. “No. You feel just right.”

            Holt undoes his baldric, then his belt and pants. He pulls on his armor and shirt, removing both and exposing his bare chest and middle to Aizen. His skin is pale and smooth, his blue-green veins visible in several areas. His nipples are round and large, very pale, almost milky, but not puffy at all. Under his arms, along his chest, even his face… There is no evidence of body hair or whiskers. Even his lips are soft. The two of them feel each other for a while, just kissing, cuddling into each other's arms. Aizen pulls off his shirt, continuously rubbing the elves soft and milky skin.

            “You will be on top, if that’s alright with you,” Aizen says to him.

            The half-elf nods in acceptance. He hesitates when his hands roam near the boys tail or horns, moving his hands elsewhere. “You’re so warm. I like that. You smell so good, too.”

            “Well, I have spices I use when I bathe… You can use them too if we stick together.” Aizen rubs his hand over the fabric covering Holt’s cock and then announces himself, “I have not begun to grow down there, by the way. I’m still quite small. You may touch my tail, but no pulling. And the horns, be delicate with as well. Do you love me, Holt?”

            “I don’t know if it’s the coffee or my heart. I know that I want to be with you. In the sun and snow, under the stars and hiding in a barn from the storms. I just want to be with you, Aizen. Is that love?”

            “I think so.” Aizen nods. He kisses him deeply, moving in for a tongue kiss, teaching him how to swap tongue. “I love you, Holt… You masturbate, yes? You aren’t completely innocent, are you?”

            Holt kisses Aizen back, mimicking the demon boy’s lesson and adding his own instinctual twists, learning quickly. “I masturbate and sometimes spill seed. It’s sweet and delicious.”

            “Show me how you masturbate.”

            Aizen rubs Holt’s skin more, trying not to be so quick about it and overstimulate him at the same time.

            Holt nods. He stands on his knees, cocking his head from side to side for a moment. Then he stands and pushes off his pants and undergarments. His penis is erect and hard, elegantly curved up as if reaching for the clouds. Again, there is no sign of hair. His ball sack is small and hugs his body. His dick is four inches, perhaps more, circumcised, and surprisingly thick. It is pale and blue-green veins are easily visible. His head is shaped almost like a cross between a mushroom and a leaf. “Like this.” He holds his hand out and let a large glob of spit dangle from his mouth into his palm. Then he wraps his fist around his dick and slowly pumps. He moans and stops. “Is that right?”

            “Beautiful. What a lovely head as well.” He takes hold on Holt’s sack and softly strokes the small testicles within them.

            “Really?” Holt blushes. At Aizen’s touch, he visibly trembles and moans.

            “Are elves not well endowed?” He teases him, glaring into Holt’s powerful, oceanic eyes. “That doesn’t matter. Your size is perfect to me.”

            “It’ll get bigger. Perhaps even much bigger. It depends on which blood is dominant.” He lays next to Aizen and wraps his soon-to-be lover’s tail around his waist. Kissing Aizen’s chest, he explains, “I want to kiss you everywhere. I’ve been told that an elven boy my age shouldn’t produce seed already, so my human blood seems dominant in my sexual cycles. That means my member should also grow much more, too. Is that bad???”

            Aizen giggles a bit and crawls downwards. “I look forward to the day that it reaches its full length. May I suck you off?”

            “Yes?” Holt seems unsure of what that means. “What do I do?”

            “You relax and enjoy.” He holds Holt’s cock by the shaft, then tongues and sucks at the testicles. “Remember, you can touch my hair, but no squeezing my horns.”

            “I’ll try to remember, Aizen.”

            Holt watches, his eyes going wide. Aizen licks his way up the shaft, drooling more spit and masturbating him as he tongues at the tip, then sucks on the head. He makes sure his extremely sharp teeth are kept away so that he doesn't cause any harm to his lover. He squeezes Holt's sack as he takes the cock deep into mouth until his nose reaches his pubis, and then he sucks slowly, using his tongue powerfully as if his mouth were an ass. As his jaw grows tired as he works the top part of his shaft and mushroom head, masturbating him underneath. Holt gasps and runs his fingers through the demons hair in awe. Aizen looks up, watching him enjoy it, and sucks faster, unable to let the tasteful cock out of his mouth. As he feels Aizen come closer to orgasm he lets go, squeezes Holt's nuts tighter and grins widely with that devilish smile.

            “Not yet.” Aizen stops. “You will do it inside of me.”

            “Yes, okay. But how? And when can I kiss yours?”

            “You may now.”

            Aizen pulls off his underwear, revealing a small and thin hard penis, circumcised, and nearly three inches long with an acorn like head. He blushes, “It might be small now, but in a few years, it could be as large as the lion I was with.”

            Holt skips kissing Aizen’s chest or tummy, moving downwards towards his demon boy lover’s dick. He looks at it, licking his lips. He sniffs it and licks the very tip, smacking his lips as he examines the taste. “You taste good. It’s strong and sweet.” He takes the head in his mouth, doing his best to imitate what Aizen had done for him. His eyes close, but as Aizen watches, there is a faint blue glow visible beneath the lids. Holt stops and pops his head up. “Was that okay?”

            “Yes. Please continue!” Aizen feels at Holt’s shoulders and runs his hands through his hair.

            “My ears are sensitive, but you can touch them. Be gentle though.” He sucks Aizen for a moment before pausing and looking him in the eye. “That’s how humans torture us. Our ears.” He kisses Aizen’s dick and slurps him into his mouth.

            Aizen places his fingers close by Holt’s ears, barely gracing then, then returns to his hair. He encourages him, “You’re doing good. Soon, you will need to prepare me down there.”

            Before long, Holt is taking Aizen’s dick all the way into his mouth. It’s obvious that he enjoys the taste and feel of the cock. “Down where? Tell me and I’ll try my best, Aizen.” He kisses and sucks Aizen’s balls.

            Aizen moves his legs towards his chest and shows him his hole. “Use your tongue right there. You will use your spit to enter inside of me.”

            Holt looks incredulous. “Am I supposed to stick myself in there? Won’t that hurt you?”

            “It might. But it will also feel very good. Trust me if you love me.”

            “I do.” Holt drives down to Aizen’s’ hole, spreading the cheeks. He licks and tongues the hole and nearby areas as if he were born to eat Aizen’s ass. He rubs Aizen’s thighs as he explores his lover’s ass, taking Aizen’s tail and wrapping it around. “Hold me with your tail. I like that.”

            Aizen’s tail wraps playfully around on Holt’s back and brushes his skin, then feels for his nipples. Sometimes, it has a mind of its own, but every once in a while, he can control it.

            Holt squeaks as he works on Aizen’s hole, the tail touching his nipples making him shiver and moan. He asks, “How do I know when I can put it in?”

            “Now. But use a lot of spit. Be cautious. Put it in slowly, not quickly, alright?”

            “I have butter in my pack. Will that work better?” Holt asks as he spits onto his hand and rubs it over his dick.

            “Hand it to me.”

            Holt crawls over to his pack, giving Aizen a perfect view of his creamy white cheeks and his own hole. As he goes through his pack, he sways left and right, almost like a dance. “Ah-hah! Found it!” He rushes back to Aizen, kissing him passionately and handling him a small, round jar. Aizen opens it and takes a nice piece of butter into his hand. He heats it up almost instantly with his magic and strokes Holt’s cock with it. Holt moans in surprise, “Ahhh! By the eight moons of Keralak! That feels so good! And it’ll feel even better inside of you.”

            Aizen nods. “Please, fuck me now.”

            Holt smiles and nods. “I will.” He follows Aizen’s instructions and positions himself, his head against Aizen’s hole. It’s so warm. With Aizen’s nod, Holt carefully and slowly pushes into the warm hole. As he enters, he gasps and laughs, a sound like glass wind chimes. Clean and innocent, if a laugh can ever be described as either. He brushes his hair back, his eyes flashing. He wraps his legs around Holt’s back and moans softly.

            “Your eyes are so wonderful. I can get lost in them,” Aizen says gently.

            “My elven Grandmother said I have the Sight. I can capture a mortal heart with my eyes.”

            “I think it already has.”

            Carefully, he moves in and out of Aizen. Moaning and gasping as he does so. His dick fits in Aizen, not easily, but well. Aizen moves in for a kiss and holds Holt closer, forcing him to press further inside of him. Holt kisses Aizen back. He pushes himself in deeper, sensing his lover wants more. He pulls out and re-enters, building the rhythm. He pushes in deep every stroke, holding himself in the warmth of his demon boy. He arches his head back, whispering something in a strange language. The only word Aizen can understand seems to be his own name. Burying his faces into Aizen’s neck, he whispers, “If you want to bite me, you can. Just not too hard.”

            “Are you sure?” Aizen asks. He’d been wanting to for the longest time now. “Demons are known for being rough during sex. My teeth will go in deep and it will bleed.”

            “We heal quickly, and I have magic in my pack if you hurt me badly.” He pushes himself in and raises himself on his toes, forcing himself in a little more deeply. Looking into Aizen’s eyes, he says confidently, “You won’t hurt me badly, though. I know you won’t. Make me bleed and let us drink each other’s blood and seed, Aizen. Then we will be as one forever.”

            Aizen’s mouth opens as he smiles in bliss. The pain is gone, just pleasure as his muscles adjust to the thick cock. “Ahhh!!! It feels so full! I love you so much.” He sinks his teeth into the elves shoulder, digs into his back with his nails, and sucks blood. Its taste is as unique as he expected it to be. Not copper like humans. He cannot describe it, but it makes him even hornier than before.

            Holt whimpers at the bite but doesn’t stop fucking his demon-boy. When he can, he kisses Aizen, savoring the taste of demon spit and elf blood. “I love you Aizen. We will have almost forever if we want. Will you put yourself in me as well? Please?” He grunts and his eyes flutter. “I will… I will spill seed very soon.”

            “Do it inside of me.” He kisses him again, licking up the blood and trading it into Holt’s mouth.

             Holt kisses him, eagerly accepting the blood and carefully running his tongue over Aizen’s teeth. He pulls back. “Unggh… Unggh..” His seed explodes into Aizen, three short, but powerful blasts. After the third blast, Holt trembles and falls onto Aizen, his breathing fast and deep. He kisses Aizen deeply, trembling and shaking for a minute or more before looking into Aizen’s eyes. “Do me.”

            “Are you sure? I don’t know if it will feel as good. I’m not big like you yet.”

            “Everything you do feels good, Aizen.”

            Holt rolls off of Aizen and brings his knees to his chest, as Aizen did. The demon-boy grabs more butter out of the jar and masturbates himself with it. He messages Holt’s hole and fingers him without warning. “What is it that you said in your language? A prayer? Lyrics maybe?”

            Holt blushes.

            “Eh?”

            “It was a prayer, sort of. An oath.”

            “We have one of our own, but it’s quite dangerous. I don’t recommend it.”

            “An oath that I would stay with you until I die and return to the ethereal realms.”

            “Ahhh. How elf-like.”

            “There’s more. But now, please, be inside of me, Aizen. Somehow, I need you in me.” Holt’s face is almost pleading, begging.

            Aizen leans in and fucks him, again without warning. Once inside, he falls against Holt’s chest so that their skin touching completely. They kiss, becoming one. Kissing deeper, their tongues battle for swap and spit. The demon's tail curls up one of Holt’s legs as it grows excited as well. His pace is much faster, but not aggressive. “How does that feel?”

            Holt nods and holds Aizen’s shoulders. His breaths are short and rapid, moaning occasionally. He wraps around Aizen’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper and hold him inside. His eyes sparkle, blue stars forming around the corners. The tips of his ears are deep pink, almost red. He speaks as he moans, “It feels like I never want it to end. Like everything ends and begins where our bodies meet.”

            Aizen pushes in hard with all of his might when he repeats those words and bites. He sucks on the blood as he continues to fuck his newly found lover and cries out his name again and again. “Holt… Holt! I love you so much. I am yours.” Blood drips down his chin as he returns for another quick kiss. “Unnhhh! Fuuuuuck!” he has his dry cum inside of him for what seems like forever, then finally pulls back out of his lover, recovering beside him in heavy breaths.

            “That was wonderful. The best sex I’ve ever had, for sure.” Aizen thinks out loud to himself.

            Holt holds Aizen close. “Me too, for all of it. I love you and I am yours.” He giggles softly, reaching down and caressing Aizen’s balls and dick. “How big will it get? When will you be able to spill inside of me?”

            “At least seven inches when erect, but my father was nine inches. I once saw him hard. I should be able to produce seed in four or five years. Will you be able to wait?”

            “I’ll wait forever for you. Will your people judge you for loving me? An elf? Well, half-breed elf.”

            Aizen laughs in his lover's arms. “Judge? They will be delighted to meet you.”

            “Good. Are you beautiful among your people? I think you’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” A guilty look passes over his face, replaced instantly by a more neutral expression.

            “The same goes for you. My parents were the leaders of my village, gave their lives to protect us all. Them and six others were able to defeat an army of a hundred.”

            “Against humans?” Holt guesses.

            “Yes. They’re the only kind that hates us, after all. Well, mostly just the people from the Cruiberg kingdom.”

            “They hate more than they love. Even their own kind.” He cuddles up close to Aizen. “I’ve watched them kill each other. One clan because they are on the east side of a river, the other on the west side.”

            After a moment of silence, Aizen asks, “What will be our adventure today?”

            “Doing this again and again.”

            Holt bites Aizen’s chest. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark.

End of chapter note: This story, among the others I plan to release, were written by my boyfriend and I. Unfortunately, he recently passed away. They were written in Skype and Discord conversations, so I am taking the effort to translate over 2000 pages worth of story material into a better format and share it to all of you the way we wrote it, uncensored. I really hope you appreciate and like it.

I dedicate this never-ending effort to clean up and complete this series of stories to him.

Here’s an image of our heroes (SFW, digital drawing) featured below, along with the artist page as well.

https://i.ibb.co/fS6mCDz/2420874-Aogami-1b2.jpg

https://inkbunny.net/Aogami (artist page)

P.S. The song Aizen practices at the beginning of the story is meant to sound like this tune https://youtu.be/O9E2uaKweqI