Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2021 13:11:49 +0000
From: Vincent Dirk <vincent.dirk@outlook.com>
Subject: Castle Mayfare, Chapter 1

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Chapter 01. Hear, Hear

The Temple had been built in the exact center of Castle Mayfare. It was one
of those buildings that would last through History because it was History
itself. White marble, gray stones and sculptures of enormous men held the
temple up. It was a huge square and its roof with golden work could be seen
even outside the castle's walls. The giants who held the thing in their
backs were all male, but none were the same as the other. Their bodies
varied in shape and size, but not in height. Their cocks too were different
and done with the uttermost respect and attention to detail. The great
artist Saturninus and his army of pupils have taken two whole years to
finish and it was easy to understand why. If the outside was majestic, the
insides were the product of feverish dreams of a horny mind.

The Temple extended forth and it had paintings all over its walls –
including the enormous dome. The paintings depict mostly men, but also
women, engaging in all manners of sexual pleasures. It was a trip from
heaven to hell, with depictions of angels and demons and all kind of
fairies and mystical creatures. Some of the faces were recognizable –
Verge Mayfare, the late owner of the castle. And also the young features of
Lord Prosperus Mayfare as the owner of an army of men that were ready to
serve him in all kinds of possible pleasures.

That day, a gentle spring breeze blew through the open windows of the
Temple and from inside, the sound of music came through. The Temple was
surrounded by the main Castle garden and most of it was filled with men
holding glasses and cups of wine while servants passed through, their asses
and cocks and tits being touched and squeezed by drunken nobles and their
fellows. The sounds from that place would keep even the surrounding village
alive through the next couple days. After all, the Spring had arrived and
as year after year, a party was held to welcome it.

Through the waves of men, a young lad with his lean chest bare, arms
painted in a multitude of colorful cocks, passed through. He wore an
elegant skirt, all black. It swifted through the wind as he passed through
on a rush. That was Galieri. A young, pretty lad who had the most devious
smile on Earth. And a love for wine that no grown man could beat. His
cheeks were red as he climbed on the foot of one of the marble giants, his
hand holding the man's thick, hard phallus.

"Hear, hear." He screamed.

The voice of all those men started to dwindle.

"Hear, hear." He repeated, but this time his face turned towards the door
and the music inside came to a halt as well.

"Here comes the Spring and with it, the glory of our days. Here comes the
men and the women who bend their knees in piety to the god of meat. The
only true god that keeps us wet at night while dreaming of a succulent
piece of..." He paused and the whole crowd held a breath, watching him with
intent. "... flesh."

Galieri smiled that devil's smile, the hand that held the marble cock moved
as if it stroked it.

"Now, hear, hear." His voice was loud again, a scream that echoed through
the ground, hitting the stone walls of the ancient castle. "The love days
are upon us and the doors of the temple have been opened. Now spread your
legs, get stiff, show us your shame and we will drink to it until we forget
our names."

There was a thunderous clap and laughter but the fool was not done.

"Hear, Hear."

The silence befell the crowd once more. Galieri watched, his guileful smile
with white teeth that shine under the sun.

"The doors to the temple are open and the beautiful bride has been dressed
in white. The bride comes. And once her veil is put up and the groom have
her first kiss, the Lady Spring will smile upon us and a great year will
embrace all the ones who follow Her dearly. Come. Leave all your horny
minds to settle for a while. The wedding is to begin. No more hidden in the
woods, but here, under the eye of our Lords, with the generosity of
Prosperus, the true heir to the King of Old. Come, come, enter. Or else the
bride won't come, and gloom will be the only company we all have."

Without waiting, Galieri jumped back to the floor and his swift feet took
him through the enormous and heavy bronze doors, opened to the crowd that
followed the fool while the musicians, all standing around the balcony,
started playing another bawdy ballad of a hero who had a ship that led him
from port to port to meet one lover who would give him a welcome that
filled his loose ass bottom with cum.

From the balcony where the musicians were, they could see the waves of men
that arrived from the main door and the other two side doors. There were
mostly men in the crowd, but some women could be spotted with their hair
held high. There were also men who dressed as women and women who were
dressed as men, s" to tell a precise number was difficult, specially if the
Lord of the House kept the wine flowing upstairs to make the music more and
more raunchy. All in all, despite the growing number of guests, the temple
was not fully crowded. There were nobles from mostly all Houses and all
regions – father or sons and even grandfathers. There were also
commoners of all kinds: stableboys, merchants, soldiers and guards. On the
day of the marriage though, it didn't matter. No one there was allowed to
care and the fun was in the dressing up and in the pretending to be
something you were not.

There was a repertoir of songs that were closely related to Castle Mayfare
also. The fame of the castle was old and somehow cursed – the King who
created it lived centuries before, when the huge Empire was still a short
Kingdom. The King, a man from House Mayfare, had built the Castle to have
all his lovers, male and female, in one single place. The Church damned
this condute, of course. And not much was talked about it. The Mayfare lost
the power some centuries later, but kept being a great House through the
ages. And despite their piety, the stories kept flowing and that Castle had
the raunchiest stories, despite it all. And the stories turned to songs,
songs that were now being played to that gathering crowd.

The balcony ran all around the Temple, but the Musicians were in the left
corner, mostly. They watched the people enjoying themselves there while
they sometimes enjoyed themselves up there. A particular scene attracted
the attention of one of the female singers. She leaned over the ledge to
watch as one old man was untying the laces of a young man's breaches,
pulling them down so he could drop down to his knees and eat the young
lad's ass right there. She pointed it out and a loud cheering surrounded
the two, who did not stop, despite the attention.

"Do I see Lord Seleucus enjoying a stableboy's ass?" Was the talk that
could be heard over the laughter and the praise. The old Lord Seleucus just
raised his thumb up. It was in fact him, and he was, indeed, enjoying quite
a lot the taste of that young lad's hole.

A tap on the side of the leader of the musicians group made him stop
playing his guitar. Galieri stood by him, his dark hair all messed up from
running around, sweat dripping over his snow white skin, his skinny chest
heaving from all the effort.

"The Marriage one. The Marriage one now."

The leader of the musicians, a wide man with red cheeks and a bald head,
made a movement with his hands and all his troop were suddenly getting
ready. The woman who was watching Lord Seleucus got up straight, and after
taking a deep breath, let out a loud tavern voice.

"Up secret aisles has she walked A bride s" different the saints can only
turn But mother Spring has watched the weeping And came to her to offer an
end to the suffering.  My, my, why do you cry?  The bride lifts the veil,
and a hairy face appears Beard and mustache and hairy chest, all in white
like a maid Mother Spring, my man miss me, The bad Father has turned us
away, has locked him up, He wants his head.  But Mother Spring all I want
is his love.  To lay in his arms, to warm his cock with my butt.  I want to
make my Man happy, Mother Spring But this world doesn't let me be.  Oh,
Mother Spring, please help me."

The song was a bit more soft than the previous one, but the words would
draw out a chuckle or two while the lords gathered around the center of the
Temple. On its altar, one man in brown robes entered, his feet not so
certain and his cheeks, almost hidden by a thick black beard, were red from
all the wine he had drunk so far. He waved his hand, pointing towards the
main door and people started walking to the sides, leaving a passage as a
person dressed in white came through, a veil covering most of its body, the
white dress dragging on the floor.

The people there, most of them, seemed to know what to do. The Spring
Marriage was, in a way, the beginning of the year for Castle Mayfare and it
was always celebrated in the beginning of May. The marriage was known
through the land, but it was never talked about openly and hardly anyone
could tell which were the bride and groom of the year. Despite the number
of people, they were all loyal to the event as much as they were to the
owner of the castle. And even though the main problem was the Church
itself, even the fathers, freis and bishops who came by in such a day would
do all in their power to not let the Church finish their event.

Holding a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers, the bride continued as the
song went on.

"Mother Spring ran through the lands And the Man was released.  Mother
Spring took him to the woods Where the bride weeped.  Mother Spring watched
them hold hands And cry of joy in each others embrace Mother Spring, I'm
getting married Mother Spring, please save my love."

The song continued while the bride walked to the altar and Frei Oberon, a
man who was often visiting Lord Prosperus, held out his hands before making
the symbol of Mother Spring with a rose he had been holding since the
morning. A rose given to him by the groom, who stepped out of the
crowd. This year, the groom was Lord Claudius La Pucelle. The man was in
his early forties but was already, mostly bald. The few, short hair in his
head was black as the trimmed beard he used. Having come from one of the
lands of the southern part of the Kingdom, his skin was the color of honey
and his eyes were pitch black. The clothes he wore were tight and showed a
bit of fat, but despite the rugged looks, there was a certain beauty and
charm. And despite the rough look, he wore a drunken smile filled with deep
love.

He stood by the bride after the Frei gave him back the rose.

"Lord La Pucelle, here is the bride you have asked in fervent dreams to
Mother Spring." The man nodded, a knot in his throat that brought tears to
his eyes. "I hope those are tears of joy, my friend, because today, here,
in the Temple of the old gods, you are to take the bride and make the bride
yours. Forever. Because this chosen love of yours is beautiful and beauty
is what makes Mother Spring happy."

The crowd had gathered closer, but they were all silent. Even as the Frei
had to deal with hiccups.

"I bless thee. And I bless thee." Frei Oberon put a hand on the two
standing in front of him. "Now open your hear, Lord Claudius, and tell your
lover of all the feelings you have."

Lord Claudius nodded and turned towards the bride.

"My love." He paused, smiled as he tried to control the flow of tears. But
they just kept coming and so, Lord Claudius, who had already done such a
thing before and who had already had children to take care of, maned up,
cleared his throat, and let the words come out. "I have lived a whole life
before you but on the night, right here in this castle, that you came to
me, I realized that it was a life incomplete. I remember those glory days
when we first met and the eyes of love you spared for me, even when there
were others among us. But even with others, whenever you looked at me, I
felt flames that could consume the world. This year you visited my House
and you met my family and oh, it was so beautiful to see you holding my
baby. And I knew, with all the certainty a man can have, that you were the
one to take. So I grew a rose and I prayed every night to Mother Spring and
when you told me yes, I was in heaven."

It was not only Claudius who cried as the words were gone. Tears ran down
the cheeks of most of the guests.

"Now the promise, Lord Claudius." Frei Oberon gentle patted the man's
shoulder.

"Oh, yes." He cleared his throat once more. "I promise you, I would give up
all to have you. My life, my wife, my House. My gold, my clothes, my
self. I would live under the roots of the house of love Mother Spring could
build for us, if you only have patience to live with me, by me, for me. I
promise thee, the man I am is but a mask, what is underneath is the love I
bare for you. And to it I hold until my dying breath."

The stout Lord Claudius pulls a kerchief from his pocket and dries his
cheeks. When he is done, Frei Oberon is patting his back once more. "The
veil." He whispers.

With shaky hands, Lord Claudius pulls up the veil and underneath young Lord
Antenor DeArmado stares back at his loved one. As the veil is pushed aside,
the crowd gathers closer to see Antenor as the bride. It was his choice to
be in the white dress – most men choose it every year. And Antenor has
never been so happy about himself. The veil reveils a dress that holds the
hairy chest and a moustache that glisten with oil decorates that manly face
who has fought many battles and has received the praise of great knights
and generals. He too is from a House by the south and his skin is also a
bit less white, but not as honey-colored as Claudius. But he too has deep
black eyes that were humid with tears. He clears his throat and when he
speaks, his sturdy voice is shaking a bit.

"My Lord. It was my first year in Castle Mayfare and I was filled with a
passion to live that I have never had in my life. But when I walked into
your bed that first night, I surpassed all of my expectations. Your hands,
your mouth, your scent, your hair, your cock. It has marked me for good and
I have been yours the moment you filled me with your seed. You make me
fulfill my destiny and you awoke me to the real world, to love. I thank you
with all my heart and I give it to you, full of what I am, to do as you
bid."

Frei Oberon was patting the bride's shoulder. "The vows."

Lord Antenor repeated all the words that Claudius had previously said and
when he finished, the crowd exploded in cheers and applause. On the
balcony, some of the musicians had swollen faces from all the crying, but
the fool Galieri was pinching their asses. "Go, sing." And soon music
filled the walls of the temple and slipped through the opened windows. The
marriage that officialized the beginning of Castle Mayfare's yearly
schedule had come to an end. Frei Oberon tied the two lovers with a golden
rope and as they kissed, the religious man gave each a silver thin collar
with a small ruby stone that they were to wear for all eternity.

When all that was done, the Frei pulled Lord Antenor in and gave the bride
a lustful kiss, their tongues meeting up and wrestling through before the
Frei pulled also Lord Claudius and soon the three were kissing together,
Lord Claudius' hand feeling up his bride's ass. It was the start of the
party and soon, all the activities that had started or being teased, were
happening. Men were undressed. A woman dressed in white shirt and breaches
was fingering another lady's exposed cunt while a man licked the wetness
that playful act resulted in.

As Frei Oberon slipped from that three-way kiss, he moved to the front of
the altar and with both hands, he lifted the white dress, gathering all the
cloth he could until the hairy ass and strong thighs of Lord Antenor were
exposed. Men were gathering around the altar, pulling the two men apart. As
Frei Oberon starts touching and kissing the exposed ass of the bride, the
men rip apart the clothes that Lord Claudius was wearing. The sound of them
ripping apart can be listened even through the music as more servants walk
in with more cups of wine and bowls of fruits. When the pieces of cloth
have all been pulled apart, the men pushed a naked Lord Claudius back to
the center, just in time to catch his lover bent over with the young Frei's
face disappearing between the round curves of his big ass. Lord Claudius'
cock – a thick thing, but not so long and almost hidden in the
wilderness of his black pubes – was hard and he offered it to his lover,
who got it in his mouth with a verocious need that could hardly be
described. Lord Antenor's lips sucked around the base, as the tip of that
dick poked his throat. The young lord could also feel, deep in his ass,
that avid tongue that slurped around his hole.

Frei Oberon, who had once come to the Castle to convince a young Lord
Prosperus to repent found himself a lustful lover, one who adored the taste
and consistency of a male's ass.

Before long though, other men started to come in, pulling Frei Oberon
away. Most of them had been more than once to the Castle and they knew each
other quite well. So it was no wonder that many of them would like to give
Lord Antenor's ass a kiss, after all, it was one of the asses that was
quite well-regarded by all who had the chance to savour it. And being then
Lord Claudius, it would require quite a lot of convincing to have an
opportunity again. They imagined.

But the truth was that standing with his cock in his bride's mouth, Lord
Claudius felt radiant and excited to see the attention his lover got. In
previous years, before the rose, he had shared Antenor with a multitude of
men. Even when Antenor had visited, they had fucked guards together. Their
love knew no possession, as the law of nature that should be
followed. Still, Lord Claudius knew that if he didn't stopped those men, he
would not be the first to shoot a load in that bride.

So he pulled his cock out of Lord Antenor's mouth and when he stepped close
to that ass, most of the men stepped back, giving him room to stand behind
his loved one and aim his thick head into that pucker, pushing just to feel
the muscles opening slightly, eating his cock inch by inch until he was all
in and his lover was screaming like a mad man, holding cocks in both hands
while crying of joy. "This cock is mine now. This cock is all mine now."

Lord Claudius' hands grabbed Lord Antenor's waist, holding the folds of
dress back as his lover assumed a better position, legs spread apart in
such a way he held nothing back against receiving that cock in. He moved
back and forth with strong thrusts that pushed his lover's body forward and
made him scream louder. He could feel the hole opening to his cock and than
pressing over it, chewing it in a way that his toes would curl. Feeling
something wet falling over his hairy back, Lord Claudius' look up at the
balcony, where the young fool Galieri aims his cock at the crowd of men and
women that gathered to see the main couple fucking, a yellow stream of piss
falling over them. Between protests and cheers, some of the nobles turn
their tongue upwards, tasting the rain while Claudius attention aims back
at his loved one's ass, spreading the cheeks a bit to shove his cock in
deeper, holding his breath a little just in time to feel it happening, a
wave of something that made his whole body shake until he was shooting a
deep fat load inside Antenor.

When he pulled back and some of the cum dripped out, he slapped the ass and
spoke out loud. "The first of many."

And indeed it was the case. He stepped to the side, his cock going soft
while he held the ass cheeks apart, exposing a hole that had a small gap,
an inviting small gap, that was soon filled up with another man's
cock. When Claudius looked up to see who, he noticed the Frei's brown robes
lifted, a small hairy gut right over the ass of the bride as the Frei
started fucking him.

A few claps started towards the direction of the door and people started
stepping aside, opening another way for an old fool, dressed in very tiny
smallcloths that held a heavy cock and balls that escaped through the
sides. He was old, clearly. His beard was white and most of the few hair
over his chest were too. Despite that, he was strong and so damn handsome,
with green eyes that shone bright. He had a multicolored cap over his head
and around his neck, a five colors cloth that fell over his chest and
shoulders. He walked to the altar and Frei Oberon pulled his hard cock out
of Antenor's ass.

All the attention was at the new fool that barged in. Everyone knew who
that was. Caspar, the one who had always been by Prosperus' side. He
clapped his hand, his face serious. If rumours were to be believed, he had
once been a very famous general or something. The scars from battles were
surely in his strong body. He looked around until silence fell upon the
party.

"Greetings, my Lords. My Ladies." His eyes turned to the couple in the
middle. "Lord DeArmado. Lord La Pucelle. All bend your knees to the Master
of the House, Lord Prosperus."

In the altar, it was immediate – every men and women who were standing
there were on their knees, eyes quickly travelling to the main door,
waiting. A figure appeared – Lord Prosperus. He was a
forty-five-year-old man, his bulky presence as elegant as when he was young
and handsome. Despite the weight that had taken him and made him a bit more
round of the gut, he still had that face that made men so devote to him. A
gentle and kind face, but also sturdy and brave. A face that was covered by
some black hair but let his blue eyes shine bright. He entered and more and
more people knelt. It didn't matter their importance or which House they
belonged to. At the Temple, everyone knelt to the Lords of
Mayfare. Prosperus wore a strange and colorful suit and as he walked
through the way of kneeling people, they saw that the breaches had an
opening on the back that revealed his ass – a big, round and firm ass,
slightly covered by hair.

He walked with calm and when he reached the altar, he made a movement with
his hands and everyone there got up. He looked at the couple that stood
beside him.

"Important dealings have kept me from coming earlier but I am sure the
blessings of Frei Oberon have been beautiful." His voice was loud, deep,
but gentle. He pulled Lord Antenor to his arms and hugged him tight. "Both
of you know of the love I have for you. When Claudius told me he had grown
a rose to give it to you, I weeped. Another love had grown in my gardens
and I give you two my blessings now."

A naked Claudius joined into the hug and Prosperus gave each one a kiss on
the cheek. The arms of the two lords were tied around Prosperus and neither
was willing to go that easy it would seem. On Prosperus side, the older
lord kept his arms around all those shoulders. He was a good hugger and
there was not one guest there that would say otherwise. To be in Prosperus'
arms was to know a safety that was so strong because it was also so
honest. On his left cheek, Prosperus was suddenly aware of tears. Lord
Antenor was crying in his white dress, mumbling some thank you words that
left his trembling plump lips fast. Prosperus held the couple tighter and
after a moment whispered between the two heads.

"It is a pleasure beyond words to have your love celebrated, my dears. Now,
now. It is no time for tears – there is a whole party here that want to
cherish your love too."

The two other men finally let go of Prosperus, who still had one hand at
each of the two men's shoulder. His eyes went from one face to the next and
the crowd of guests lingered in silence, watching enchanted to the
scene. It was hardly unusual to see Prosperus showing his infinite love,
but it never cease to amaze those ladies and lords who shared of that
love. Each one there listened to the whispered words, or tried, as if those
were directed to themselves. That was the wish of their hearts.

"Now go and celebrate. Fuck and don't forget to say thanks for the infinite
love of the gods." Prosperus kissed each men on their foreheads before
finally turning back to the crowd, who was ready to hear the same speach
once more after all these years, while the new guests wondered what
Prosperus would come up with next, after all, the party itself had already
convinced them to come next year once more.

"A long, long time ago, before the War of the Three Queens and the
unification of our Kingdom of Gerean, there was one King, Leonardo Mayfare,
who was guided by the Old Gods, and came to this hill to build his mighty
castle. King Leonardo was only 25 when he came with an army that had been
unbeatable in those long years of Dynasties Wars and his power had spread
through other Kingdoms and while the Three Queens fought from the West and
North, King Leonardo continued to grow in power and popularity. He had an
army and it is said that when this castle was finally completed, he brought
all his generals to live here and all the surrounding houses were made from
the soldiers and their families loyalty. There was a huge city and everyone
knew that in the castle, King Leonardo kept his loved ones, or, his
lovers. It was no secret that the King was a lustful young
general. Men. Women. All that lived here were lovers – his and between
themselves. Legend has it that these bonds were created by burying beneath
this castle goblets full of the King's and his lovers' seed. An offer to
the mighty gods of old, gods that took their forces from Nature itself and
blessed the men with infinital love."

Prosperus' voice filled the silent room and every person there listened
with intent, some with closed eyes to imagine these lost paradise that
Prosperus could only try to recreate.

"This army conquered the lands and ended the war of the Three Queens. King
Leonardo was the Emperor of Gerean. But his reign was not easy. The Western
Lands had strong Lords who were faithful followers of a new puritane
religion."

Frei Oberon lowered his eyes. He had let his brown robes cover his hard
cock when the story started and he weeped as the words hit him. He was part
of this new religion who had taken the whole empire, turned into a Kingdom
and banished all the other religions before moving south to conquer the
Paradise Fold and the Forever Islands. Prosperus was looking at him for a
moment. He shook his head, sad that this was what had become of them
all. If he did have the power he wanted, Prosperus would have started a
real war. But the King and the Royal family – his own cousins – were
strongly tied to these pious men and it would require a whole new war to
pull them out. Still – if his words could change minds, if the power of
olds could return, he would try.

"Betrayed by one of his sons, King Leonardo was executed for improper
acts. The son, King Faeron, worked with the Faith and for the next
centuries, a relentless witch hunt was instated. The magic we once knew was
gone and we turned into sad creatures, away from our true form, our true
Lords." There was an itch of anger as he continued to speak, his voice
raising as the veins on his throat started to become visible. "But Castle
Mayfare resisted and two other of Leonardo's children came here and after a
ritual of sacrifice, they promised to keep the Old Magic alive. And
generation after generation, the Lords of Mayfare have done so in secret,
with few allies year after year, surviving only because of its name and
connection to the Kings. But this changed with my father, Lord Verges, who
raised me to believe in a world of love as a natural state. He started
inviting you to come and experience this, hoping that the Old Magic would
not be just a legend, but the truth. We must take happiness in our hands
and spread it. We must!"

Prosperus stopped, taking a deep breath as he watched all the people in
front of him, watching him intently. This was his most feverish speach to
date. He could feel the flames that burn inside him finally consuming the
world.

"The hour approaches." There were quick whispers that crossed the
crowd. Was he scaring them? He never asked for them to turn their backs to
the religion, it would be too much, it would cost him his head. But he
wanted them all to understand that this was not just the delight. I hope
that all the pleasure you have once taken here will make you remember of
the world we truly aspire. For all."

Prosperus was looking at his fool. The old and loyal Caspar. He nodded and
the man nodded in return. Prosperus raised both hands in the air.

"But let us celebrate and unite ourselves more before the hour
comes. Music, please. And wine." The sound of voices suddenly irrupted all
around him, cheering his name, calling for him and his blessing, his
love. "Who am I going to make love to tonight?"

Another round of cheers and screams, people begging and pushing to be the
chosen ones, to be his. Prosperus laughed, touched hands and faces before
he turned to the couple who stood with tears still running down their
cheeks.

"My Lord. I promise you here, in this altar, that when the hour comes, me
and my lover will lend you our power. I promise." Lord Claudius was on his
knees and Prosperus had to pull him up to his feet, kissing both wet cheeks
as he smiled.

"My good friend Claudius, your words warm my heart. But enough of crying. I
suspect our beautiful Antenor deserves more. More cocks?" Antenor laughed
and nodded, lifting his dress and showing his ass to the party.

"Would My Lord give me the honor of his seed?" Lord Claudius asked as he
stood next to his lover, spreading the buttcheeks apart to show a hole that
twitched and winked inviting any men who dared.

Prosperus worked on the laces of his special breaches and walked towards
that hole, spitting on his hand several times to make his dick wet before
pushing it at the gapping used hole, spreading more cum out as he shoved
his cock in. His belly fit perfectly on the curve of Antenor's lower back
as he mounted the bride, grabbing his shoulders to make sure every inch of
cock was entering that warm hole.

"Lord Claudius, please, my ass." Prosperus grunted, moving his hips slowly
as he watched Claudius move to his back, kneeling and spreading his exposed
cheeks before diving in to eat his hole with a lust that only men in that
castle could have. The tongue swirled around his pucker and as he moved
back and forth, his crack was sliding up and down Claudius' face and nose.

All around him, men and women were going for it and when they seemed to
stop, a glass of wine would appear to refresh them so they could once more
start with it. The music lasted throughout the night and a group of people
left one of the castle gates in the early morning to go watch the sun rise
by the lake.

Sitting on the altar while eating a piece of cake, a naked Lord Prosperus
talked to his fool Caspar. He had lost count of how many cocks he had
sucked and how many holes he had eaten. There were still loads of cum
inside his hole, he was sure. He passed a goblet of water to his fool.

"I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Would my father
be proud, Caspar?"

"I am sure he would, my Lord. And also the gods."

Lord Prosperus finished eating and licked his thick fingers before looking
at Caspar.

"I do hope Frei Oberon will keep his word. And our visitor seems
ready. This year we will have another Temple built. The third in this land!
In a year or two we will be able to bring the peasants with us and before I
die, I promise you, Caspar, I will have the hearts of all my people aimed
towards the old Gods. I promised my dad this, Caspar. And I will."

Giving his hand to the fool, Prosperus was up on his feet. He could feel
the exhaustion after another big orgy coming to his heavy body but with the
help of his faithful companion, old Lord Prosperus left the temple and
entered his castle, going for a long bath before being tugged into his
bed. The celebrations of Spring were only starting and the old wizard had
told him that this was the year when everything would change. Closing his
eyes, Lord Prosperus dreamed of his father and him walking towards a tall
man with a crown, who received both of them with a warm smile.