Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2019 14:24:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Garwin Ipswitch <ipswitchstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magnus Locke, Royal Justicar.  Part One

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Magnus Locke, Royal Justicar
By Garwin Ipswitch
Chapter One

	Magnus Locke was the youngest son of Lord Argus Locke. He was nine
years old when the Royal Justicars came. Lord Locke was in open rebellion
against the crown, working to turn the other Lords of Halgevant against
their King. They believed that the Humans should not be involved in a war
between Elves. The King had devoted significant military aid to their
allies, the Sheersci Elves, who were at war with another faction of Elves
called the Heldani.
	In recent months, the rebellion had gained ground, winning several
key battles against the Kings army. While they didn't have many behind
their cause yet, there was a sentiment growing among the people of the
Kingdom that this war was better left between the Elves.
	Magnus was aware of his Father's rebellion, but didn't actively
participate like his older Brothers. He had trained to wield a sword, but
Lord Locke hadn't allowed him to fight in any of the battles because of his
young age.
	Frustrated, he watched as his Father and Brothers strapped on their
armor and swords and prepared to meet the Royal Justicars. He would be left
behind, to watch from the tower overlooking Castle Locke. He hoped that he
wouldn't have to watch his family be killed.
	Lord Locke had roughly two thousand soldiers under his command, and
two other minor Lords had joined him in his rebellion, adding another
eight-hundred and fifty men. Magnus couldn't understand why they didn't
just stay in Castle Locke, defending the castle was surely easier than
meeting the Justicars on the battlefield in open combat?
	He was even more confused when the Justicars made their
appearance. He had expected an army, instead he saw three men dressed in
black leather armor, with silver, hooded cloaks. They appeared to be
unarmed and calm despite the fact that they were facing Lord Locke's army.
	Lord Locke and his other three Sons rode out to meet the Justicars,
separating themselves from the bulk of their soldiers. The Justicars
dismounted and stood, waiting. Magnus could tell they met, and there was a
brief exchange of words. Lord Locke was the first to draw his blade, but it
cost him heavily. With barely a hand gesture, the Justicar slammed Lord
Locke with a concussive burst of energy. He was thrown off his feet,
landing roughly on the ground, knocking his breath from his lungs.
	Magnus watched, helpless, as his Brothers drew their swords and
attempted to fight. His eldest Brother, Garos, actually landed a blow
against one of the Justicars that should have killed them, but his sword
simply bounced away like it struck an invisible wall. It was no use, the
Justicars were too powerful and quickly overwhelmed them. The small army
that Lord Locke had organized wasn't sure what to do. None of them were
moving to help their Lord, instead letting the Justicars have him.
	The tallest Justicar stepped toward the army and raised his hands
in the air. Red energy flared to life in his palms, it was almost too
bright to look at. He directed the energy at the army, discharging bolts at
the soldiers. Streaks of red death flashed through the air, melting men
inside their armor. A single bolt melted through thirty men, killing them
all. Most of them didn't even have a chance to scream before their bodies
were liquified.
	The Justicar continued his attack until every single soldier on the
battlefield had been killed. The gore was unimaginable, and energy
literally crackled in the air. With the army out of the way, the Justicars
advanced on Castle Locke. His Father and Brothers were in chains, being
pulled along behind the Justicars.
	Magnus raced down from the tower, he would tolerate no more
hiding. As he entered the courtyard of Castle Locke, he came face to face
with the Justicars, who were speaking to the gathered crowd.
	"By the Kings order, Argus Locke has been stripped of all land,
titles and wealth. The Locke family is to be executed for treason." The
Justicars used their powers to close all the gates of Castle Locke,
trapping everyone inside with them.
	Argus Locke attempted to speak, but a Justicar jabbed something
into his ribs and dropped him to his knees in pain. Magnus could see fear
in his Father's eyes, the Justicars were going to kill them all.
	"I, Justicar Gredsal Hulgin, will carry out the executions. Argus
Locke, you are to be executed last, after watching us execute your
traitorous family." Magnus saw the Justicar grab some sort of rod from a
shealth on his hip, it was about a foot long, with a barbed spike on one
end and a small rounded ball on the other. The rod was glowing the same red
color as the energy that had melted the army.
	Something woke up inside Magnus, came bubbling up from somewhere
deep. He was angry and scared and frustrated and suddenly, it was just
there. Power like he had never felt was at his finger tips, waiting for his
guidance. He focused the energy on the rod that the Justicar was about to
place on his fathers head.
	The rod turned molten hot in the Justicar's hand, severely burning
him, he dropped it, swearing profusely. Magnus saw shock on their faces as
the Justicars tried to process what had just happened. Within a few
moments, all three of them were looking at him. They exchanged glances,
Magnus could tell that they were communicating somehow, even though they
weren't speaking.
	With his one good hand, the Justicar flicked his wrist and Magnus
was levitated off the ground, floating in midair, "Who are you boy?" he
asked.
	"Magnus Locke," he replied, defiant.
	"Ah, the youngest Son," the Justicar said, approaching him, "This
was seriously painful." he held out his blackened hand, showing Magnus the
cooked flesh. "Where did you learn to do that?"
	Magnus didn't feel the slightest remorse, "It just happened. You
were about to kill my family." In truth, Magnus was in a state of shock. He
could still feel the power brimming beneath the surface, like a boiling
ocean, waves lapping against his conciousness.
	The Justicar smiled, "What an interesting turn of events." He held
up his hand, gazing at the burns. Blue energy seemed to form right out of
the air, condensing around his hand. Amazingly, the flesh began to heal,
knitting itself back together right before their very eyes. He gave a quick
glance back at his fellow Justicars before continuing, "It seems my
colleagues and I have a disagreement about how to proceed, Magnus Locke. On
one hand, our orders are to kill you and your family, but on the other
hand, you clearly have Power. We have standing orders to recruit those with
Power to the Royal Justicars."
	"Magnus, we are going to offer you a choice. If you come with us,
we will spare your family, with the exception of your Father. You would be
trained as a Justicar, with the full backing of the Kings authority. Your
Mother and Brothers would be free to live out their lives as they saw fit,
as long as they swear their allegience to the King."
	For a moment, there was silence as Magnus considered what the
Justicar was saying. Before he could speak, his Father broke the silence,
"Magnus, take the deal. Save your Mother and Brothers." His Father didn't
even look at him as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the Justicars.
	Magnus felt overwhelmed, being asked to choose between losing his
entire family or losing only his Father. "May I have a moment to speak with
my Father, privately?"
	The Justicars nodded, walking a short distance away. One of them
waved their hand and Magnus stopped levitating, dropping back to the
ground.  Magnus ran to his Father and Brothers, who were all still chained,
on their knees in the mud, "Magnus, you must agree to their terms. I could
not bear to think of them killing us all." His Father was pleading with
him.
	"But they will kill you, Father." Magnus tried to choke back tears,
but it was no use.
	"Of course they will, Son. The King ordered it. They follow orders,
its what they do. Go with them, become a Justicar, but be better than
them. Don't just follow orders. Do what's right. Always." Those were the
last words that Magnus would ever hear his Father speak.
	He walked over to the Justicars, "I will go with you, in exchange
for the safety of my family."
	"Your word, boy," one of the other Justicars snapped at him.
	Magnus swallowed hard, "You have my word."
	The Justicar covered the distance to his Father in less than three
strides, "Your first lesson as a Justicar, how to kill with a Kyval." He
pulled out the rod sheathed on his hip, it charged with red energy as soon
as it was in his hand. He set the rod on Argus's forehead, the red energy
surged into him.
	Magnus watched as his Father's eyes went wide with shock, he saw
the life snuff out of them, saw as his body slump over like a wilting
flower. He was dead. His Mother began to sob hysterically and his Brothers
hung their heads and shed silent tears.
	Justicar Hulgin addressed the people of the castle, "Castle Locke
now belongs to the Crown. You have three days to gather your belongings and
vacate. Argus Locke will receive a traitors burial in Bildafost," the
Justicars turned to Magnus, "You have one hour to gather your things and
say your goodbyes."
	Magnus didn't even know where to begin. His Father's body was still
laying in the mud where Justicar Hulgin had killed him. He ran to his
Brothers and saw that there were still chains on their arms. He felt his
anger flare, and his Power along with it. The chains fell away to dust,
releasing his family.
	The Justicars observed, but said nothing. They walked back to their
horses and remained with them, waiting for Magnus to join them. All of them
had pulled their silver hoods back over their heads.
	Magnus and his Brothers all hugged their mother, who seemed even
more distraught than they were. She couldn't stop sobbing, and she clung to
her boys like they might also die at any moment.
	He had no time to grieve with them though, the Justicars expected
him. He left his Mother and Brothers and went to his room, sorting through
his things, trying to decide what he should take. He settled on a boot
knife, a spare set of clothing, and his waterskin. He took several days
worth of rations from the stores of Castle Locke. Other than that, he
couldn't see how there would be anything else he would need.
	The journey from Castle Locke to Bildafost was almost a month,
though it seemed much shorter to Magnus. Despite the fact that the
Justicars had killed his Father, he was settling into a comfortable routine
with them as they traveled. They were keeping him distracted and busy,
showing him things he would never have discovered on his own.
	As he trained, he kept his emotions deep inside, making sure to
never show the Justicars how much he hated them. How much he wanted to slip
a knife into their hearts while they slept. They had turned his whole world
upside down and taken him from the family that he loved.
	This thing inside him, this Power that had woken up at Castle
Locke, it was strong. Energy seemed eager to obey his thoughts, responding
to his Will with ease. The Justicars were all to happy to show him how to
use the Power.
	They taught him how to feel certain energies and how to manipulate
them to do his bidding. He could speed up his body's ability to heal
itself, he could shield himself from things like arrows and knives and
swords. He could lift things and move them with his mind, or he could smash
things with concussive blasts of energy.
	They also taught him how to forge a Kyval, and helped him make his
first one. It was an intense process that took an entire night to
make. Gathering the material for the Kyval was the most interesting part of
the whole process.
	One evening, after they had finished their meals, Justicar Hulgin
snuffed out the fire with a burst of energy from his palm. After a few
minutes, their eyes adjusted to the darkness and the stars overhead became
visible. There were billions of them shining their light down upon them.
	Justicar Hulgin broke the silence, "Use your Power, reach out
there, feel the stars. Feel the planets orbiting them. Feel the life spread
all throughout the Cosmos. Spread your Power as far as it will go and just
feel."
	Magnus grabbed his Power and cast it out like a net. He felt a
rushing feeling, as if he had tapped into some new current of energy. At
first he thought he would be swept away, but he instinctually adapted,
anchoring himself to the energy of the planet beneath his feet. His mind
was experiencing the Universe like a body experiences sex. It was an
intimate Knowing that was deeper than anything he had felt in his entire
life.
	"Somewhere out there, you will find the material to create your
Kyval. You must find it, and call it to you, here." Without any further
instruction, Justicar Hulgin walked away, leaving Magnus to figure out the
rest on his own.
	Magnus spent the next two hours exploring the stars with his
Power. Feeling his way about, clumsily, like a child that has just learned
that it has the ability to walk. There were certain stars that stood out to
him more than others but they didn't have any material that he could grab
ahold of and call to him.
	His Power swept over the planets, again finding materials that
called to him, but he wasn't able to exert enough force on them to call
them here. It was as if some other force were counteracting what he was
trying to do. After another hour of feeling the planets, he pushed his
Power to even greater lengths. Suddenly, he felt something, small, but he
could sense that it vibrated when his Power contacted it.
	His Power was sensing a vast field of rocks, many of the rocks had
the exact materials he needed. He focused on one of the rocks, calling it,
feeling the material inside that he needed. His Power grabbed the rock,
pulling hard, moving the rock at impossibly fast speeds. There was a
magnificently loud boom as his rock struck the atmosphere of the planet. It
burst into flame and became molten, parts of it disintegrating as it fell.
	Magnus could sense that there would be more than enough material to
make his Kyval. With his Power so spread out around him, he could sense
everything. He could even sense the other Justicars and their thoughts,
which abruptly brought his Power crashing back into his mind.
	"Another lesson boy. When you cast out with your Power, you must
guard your thoughts, because your thoughts go with your Power for all to
see and hear," Justicar Hulgin explained.
	His rock streaked across the sky, a bright ball of molten
light. Justicar Hulgin reached out with his own Power and grabbed it,
halting it's decent. It levitated safely down to the ground, and he cooled
it with a snap of his fingers. "Lets see what you've found, Magnus. Shall
we?"
	He regarded the rock, using both hands, he made a twisting motion
and the rock collapsed into dust. The dust began to separate in mid air,
forming different, but distinct groups. Some of the dust was clearly
metallic, while other dust was simple dirt. But the most interesting dust
was a strange white substance, almost a liquid, yet powder. It seemed to
shimmer when looked at directly, although the shimmer wasn't present when
peripheral vision was used.
	"I've never seen a material quite like that," Justicar Hulgin said,
intrigued. He let Magnus take control of the various dusts with his own
Power. "Listen to your Power, it will know how to forge your Kyval."
	With all the dust now in his possession Magnus was able to get a
good feel for it all. He could sense that the Kyval would be white when it
was finished, and it would shimmer. He began to form the Kyval, piece by
piece. The dust formed up and began to glow, returning to a molten
state. The air became hot as the molten dust began to swirl around, and
energy crackled between the particles.
	A large cloud had built up now, swirling faster and faster. Arcs of
energy were zapping throughout the whole cloud, faster than the eye could
see. The Justicars stumbled backwards, shocked at what they were seeing.
	Suddenly, the dust and energy condensed with a horrid clanging
sound. A small shockwave was emitted that nearly knocked them off their
feet. Suspended in midair, hung his Kyval, so brilliantly white that it
appeared to glow. He reached out and grabbed it, causing it's energy to
flare to life. The energy around his Kyval wasn't red, like Justicar
Hulgins, it was black. The Kyval itself remained glowing white, but dancing
around it were small bolts of black energy.
	Justicar Hulgin called out to him, "Magnus, pull back your Power
from the Kyval, don't fill it with so much!" There was a note of urgency to
his voice.  Magnus slowed down the flow of Power and saw the black energy
reduce intensity.
	"Why is mine so much different from yours?" Magnus asked them.
	"I've never seen a Kyval forged that way." Justicar Hulgin said, in
awe. "You must have somehow included an exotic element into your
Kyval. It's going to have properties that no one could even dream of."
	"Has something like this ever happened before?" Magnus asked.
	"One other Justicar forged a Kyval with an exotic element, but it
was not the same as yours. That is a story for another time. We must teach
you to use your Kyval."
	In the beginning he felt clumsy, but he was picking it up fast. It
was a unique weapon, responding differently depending on what type of
energy you chose to charge it with. It had been the weapon used to kill his
Father, and he resolved to master it's use.
	By the time they reached Bildafost, Magnus had a basic
understanding of Kyval combat, and could easily manipulate his telekinetic
energy. He was introduced to the Justicars formally, given a bunk in the
barracks, and a trunk to store his things.
	Magnus would follow the same rigid routine for the next ten
years. The first part of his day would be spent training with his Kyval as
well as other strenuous physical activity. The second part of his day was
spent exploring and learning to manipulate energy.
	On the eve of his 20th birthday, Magnus was officially granted the
title, privelege and status of a Royal Justicar. There was a small
ceremony, in which his fellow Justicars proceeded to get him so drunk that
he managed to forget the majority of the night. Despite his memory loss, he
woke up in his own bed in the barracks, entirely naked.
	His hangover was in the midst of a full symphony, when there came a
knock at his door. It was the Chief Justicar, come to give him his first
assignment. "You were specifically chosen for this mission, and not by the
Justicars. The King has tasked his youngest son, Prince Drahvin, with
investigating a series of vault robberies across the Kingdom."
	Magnus was intrigued, "How much gold are we talking?"
	"Millions. Literal millions of gold coins have been stolen in the
last several months. Prince Drahvin chose you himself, I'll have you
know. Something about wanting a Justicar with new blood, not yet accustomed
to the current Justicar operations."
	"So he chose me because I'm new?" Magnus asked, wondering if that
was truly the reason.
	"And you are the same age as he is. I'm sure that factored into
it. You will be spending a great deal of time with the Prince. The vaults
that were robbed are spread across thousands of miles. It's part of the
mystery, the robberies occurring so far apart and within such a short time
frame. Leads one to ask certain questions, logistics and whatnot."
	"Expectations?" Magnus asked, knowing that the Justicars would have
some for him.
	"Surprisingly, there is only one. Do whatever the Prince asks of
you. And we mean that. Whatever he asks or needs from you, you will give
it. Understood?" The Chief Justicar waited until Magnus nodded that he
understood. "You will report to the Prince directly, before the end of the
night. Make arrangements. The Justicars will provide for your travel
expenses during the duration of your mission with the Prince, you will also
be provided with a horse."
	"Anything else I should know?" Magnus took the scroll containing
his orders from the Chief.
	"Prince Drahvin is rumored to be arrogant, spoiled and
exceptionally difficult to work with. Evidently, that's why the King has
chosen him for this mission. He is hoping that some time away from court,
out in the world gaining experience will do the young man some good."
	"Great, so I'm babysitting a full grown brat?" Magnus groaned, his
hopes of a good first mission were quickly going out the window.
	"You will be accompanying the Prince and dispensing the Kings
Justice wherever it is needed. Babysitting isn't a word that I'd repeat if
I were you," the Chief said, a note of seriousness creeping into his voice,
"Remember, Magnus, you will be representing the Justicars on this mission
and you will act accordingly."
	"Yes, Chief," Magnus said, lost in thought. He recalled meeting the
Prince once before, when they were much younger. The Royal family had come
to Castle Locke in order to recruit soldiers for the War of Elves. At
first, his Father had refused, but when the King made it an order, he
grudgingly complied. It had been the start of his Father's rebellion, that
moment between he and the King.
	Magnus didn't have many things that belonged to him. He had left
most of it behind when the Justicars had executed his Father. He was able
to pack all of his stuff into one small pack, slung over his shoulder. His
Kyval was arguably his most prized possession now, and it was his constant
companion, never leaving his side, even during sleep.
	The Royal Castle was fairly quiet as he entered, having already
been cleared by the guards at the gate. He had been told that Prince
Drahvin spent most of his evenings in the library, reading.
	The library wasn't as grand as some that Magnus had seen, but it
was still spectacular. Shelves of books lined every wall from floor to
ceiling, and the ceiling was vaulted by a significant amount. There were
lamps, chairs, benches, stools, ladders, quills and ink, desks, and
anything else you might expect to find in a library. There were ornate,
stained-glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling between the shelves.
	Despite it's size, there was only one occupant, who Magnus assumed
was the Prince. He was a young man, roughly the same age as Magnus. He
stood stooped over a book, furiously copying down information. His quill
scratched across the surface of the paper with a sort of annoying cadence.
	He approached the Prince, "Prince Drahvin?"
	The Prince turned toward him, "Can I help you?" Magnus could tell
that he had interrupted whatever it was the Prince was doing.
	"I'm Justicar Magnus Locke. I was told to report to you before
sundown," he bowed before the Prince.
	Now that he knew who Magnus was, his attitude changed, instead of
annoyed, he became rather pleasant, "Ah yes. Magnus. Glad you chose to
come. Please, have a seat, let's get to know one another. We are going to
be spending a great deal of time together, I won't have us as strangers."
	Magnus sat across the table from the Prince, who swept aside his
book, quill and paper, "Tell me, Magnus, why did you become a Justicar?"
	"The story is not pleasant, my Prince." Magnus had to swallow back
some of his emotions. It had been years since his Father's execution, but
it had hung fresh in his mind through all that time.
	"I do not fear unpleasantness. Please, share your story."
	"My Father, the late Lord Argus Locke. As you know, he started a
rebellion against the crown. I was just a boy when the Justicars came for
him. I watched as their power demolished his army, literally dissolving the
soldiers in their armor. I watched as my Father and Brothers were
apprehended. I watched as the Justicars forced their way into my home and,
by order of your Father, explained to us that we were all to be executed
for treason. Right as the Justicar was about to kill my family, something
inside me sparked to life. Power. I used it to disarm the Justicar. My
actions shocked them, and they offered me a choice."
	"A choice? The Prince asked, confused.
	"Yes. They advised me that I could choose to join them and spare my
family. If I declined to join them my entire family would die, including
me. So you see, I came to be a Justicar to save my family. The Justicar's
gave me their word that my family would be safe, with the exception of my
Father, who had to pay for his rebellion."
	"My Father always has made a tyrannical use of his Justicars. I've
never approved, but I'm the youngest prince, so not much say in
anything. If I can successfully resolve these robberies and bring the
criminals to justice, my Father has promised me a Lordship, which is as
much authority as I will ever see."
	"Well, I will do whatever I can to assist you. You have my word as
a Justicar." Magnus wasn't sure why, but he already felt a bond building
between he and Prince Drahvin. Conversation seemed natural and easy between
them, and they lost track of time, talking to one another well into the
small hours of the morning.
	 Magnus spent the next several days helping Prince Drahvin make
travel arrangements. The city of Teldis would be their first stop in the
investigation, as it had been hit the hardest. Thirteen million gold had
simply vanished from the vaults overnight. The fastest way to reach Teldis
was via ship, the Prince was in command of three. The Royal Navy provided a
battleship and two smaller warships as escort.
	The battleship was named the Greshaw and it was a monster of a
ship. It had a crew of one-hundred, and could carry an additional
two-hundred soldiers. It was armed with twenty catapults, which were
mounted on top of rotating pedestles allowing them to fire in any
direction. fifty javelin launchers lined the deck of the ship, allowing the
sailors to rain sharp, extremely heavy javelins down on enemy ships.
	The smaller warships had crews of roughly fifty men, with five
catapults each. They were much faster than the larger battleship, which
made them invaluable during naval combat. They could speed in and distract
the enemy while the larger battleship came into range.
	The Greshaw was equipped with luxurious guest quarters for both
Prince Drahvin and Magnus. The trip to Teldis was a long one, putting them
at sea for well over two months. Halgevant was an exceptionally large
kingdom, covering vast amounts of land.
	The sailors were a crass bunch, with entirely different types of
humor from both Magnus and the Prince. They passed their idle time with
copious amounts of drinking, singing, and wrestling. The sailors had formed
a sort of wrestling tournament amongst one another.
	Surprisingly, the wrestling matches were all held in the
nude. There were only a handful of rules; no biting, scratching or
attacking genitals, and the loser was required to submit sexually to the
winner. At first, the rules had shocked Magnus, but he eventually came to
see the benefit of such a game among the men. Sexual play between members
of the same sex was a common occurrence in the culture of
Halgevant. Sexuality was considered a thing to be kept in balance, between
masculine and feminine.
	Magnus didn't have much experience in the sexual arena, having been
taken to the Justicars when he was nine. He had pleasured himself to orgasm
more times than could be counted, but had yet to experience an orgasm
shared with someone else. Neither he, nor Prince Drahvin had chosen to
participate in the wrestling matches, instead they drank in the audience
with the rest of the crew.
	There was one night in particular, about a month into their journey
to Teldis, where a wrestling match had gotten fairly heated. One of the
sailors had refused to submit when he lost the match. It had ended with a
bloody brawl between the two, and the losing sailor got fucked anyway. Both
Magnus and Prince Drahvin had been watching the match with a few other
crewmen. Bottles of rum were being passed around frequently.
	More and more throughout the trip, Magnus and Prince Drahvin had
been staying up late and sleeping well into the morning. A friendship had
developed between them that neither had been expecting. The fight between
the sailors had stirred a bloodlust in Magnus that he really hadn't ever
felt before.
	It was hot and humid out, and the rum wasn't helping. He was
sweaty, horny, and looking for a fight. Prince Drahvin was in much the same
condition, and for the first time in since they had known each other,
Magnus actually found himself attracted to the Prince.
	Drahvin noticed Magnus looking at him and flashed him a smile,
handing him a bottle with maybe a swallow or two of rum left in it. His
blond hair was thick, but cropped short, and messy, some of it sticking to
his sweaty forehead. He nodded in the direction of the guest quarters,
silently beckoning Magnus to follow him.
	Magnus quickly finished the rum and followed his Prince. Drahvin
went inside his room, leaving the door open for Magnus, who was close
behind him. The Prince sat down on the bed, clearly nervous, but he couldnt
hide the desire in his bright green eyes. He grabbed Magnus and pulled him
down onto the bed with him.
	Magnus felt his heart racing in his chest, "I've never..." Drahvin
put a finger on his lips, shushing him.
	"I have, so don't worry. Just be here with me, in the Now," Prince
Drahvin said.
	They pulled their clothing off, exposing the stark difference
between their two family lines. The Prince was smaller framed, but toned
and well-defined. His skin was tan and smooth except for a small trail of
light blond hair that went from his belly button down to his cock. His
pubic hair was curly, but well trimmed. His cock was decently proportioned
to his body, and already erect, around seven inches long. Magnus found
himself most drawn to the Prince's ass though, as it was round and shapely.
	Magnus was slightly more hairy, but rather than the blond hair and
tan skin like Prince Drahvin, Magnus was a ginger. He had fiery red hair
and pale white skin, but the hair on his arms and legs was so light, you
could barely see it. The hair on his chest was darker, the red standing out
especially around his cock, which was also erect, and larger than the
Princes, around nine inches in length and significantly thicker. Magnus had
a larger frame than Prince Drahvin as well, not only taller but with more
muscle.
	Drahvin pushed Magnus back on the bed, kissing him. Magnus, in his
inexperience, allowed Drahvin to take the lead. Drahvin continued kissing
him, moving from his lips to his neck. He kissed first the right side of
his chest, then the left. Working his tongue and lips further down, tasting
his stomach and the fiery red trail of hair. Drahvin inhaled deeply, taking
in the masculine scent coming from Magnus's cock.
	Magnus had never gotten his cock this hard on his own, and he felt
like he absolutely needed to be inside the Prince, as soon as possible. The
head of his cock was thick, and beat red. Drahvin was barely able to get
his mouth around it, and when he did, Magnus was taken to a whole different
level of pleasure.
	He had only ever experienced his own hand around his cock, but this
made his hand feel inadequate beyond measure. Drahvin started sucking and
Magnus gasped, his head fell back on the bed and he closed his eyes, lost
in the sensations Drahvin was giving him. Drahvin moved his lips up and
down, his tongue gliding along the shaft, while he stroked up and down the
base of Magnus's cock with his right hand. He used his other hand to gently
cup his balls and rolled them playfully between his fingers.
	Magnus couldn't help it, he moaned with pleasure, looking down at
the Prince as he sucked. His lust was nearly through the roof as he watched
his cock disappear down his throat. The way the Prince was playing with his
balls, he hadn't realized how much extra pleasure could be added to his
orgasm.
	But Drahvin wasn't going to let him go yet. Drahvin kissed his way
back up Magnus's body, back to his lips. He sat on his chest, putting his
cock in Magnus's face. Magnus took the Prince in his mouth, carefully
avoiding his teeth. At first it was difficult, but after doing it for a few
moments, he got the hang of it. Drahvin ran his fingers through Magnus's
ginger hair while Magnus sucked him. Magnus kept his hair slightly longer
than the Prince, and it was curled in thick locks.
	As he sucked, Magnus reached both his hands behind Drahvin and
firmly grabbed his ass. He could tell that Drahvin liked it, because as
soon as he started playing with his ass, Drahvin's cock got harder in his
mouth.
	"Ah! Fuck, Magnus!" Drahvin pulled Magnus's mouth off his cock,
bent down and kissed him, passionately.
	Magnus gave in to his lust and took over, flipping Drahvin over and
exposing his perfect bubble-butt. He slapped his ass hard, and buried his
face in it, tasting his hole and letting it drive him wild. Drahvin was
moaning, it was a needful moan, Magnus could instinctually tell what
Drahvin wanted from him.
	With Drahvin face down on the bed, ass up in the air, Magnus
grabbed his throat with one hand and his ass with the other. He lined his
cock up with Drahvin's hole and thrust inside him. He squeezed hard on the
Prince's throat as he shoved his way in, cutting off his air.
	Once he was all the way inside, he loosened his grip, letting
Drahvin breathe again. Drahvin spoke through panting breath, "Fuck Magnus,
take me. Don't stop until you fill me with your fucking ginger seed!"
	Magnus cut his air off again, and humped him hard, pushing him down
into the bed aggressively. He had never seen this side of himself before
and he liked it, the domination of another man was intense and satisfying
and pleasureful all at once. And the fact that Drahvin seemed to like and
and be encouraging his roughness made it even better.
	Drahvin grabbed Magnus's ass and pulled him in deep, while Magnus
once again released his grip, letting him breathe. Drahvin took control and
had Magnus lay back on the bed. He mounted Magnus, riding his cock, leaning
down to kiss him as Magnus grabbed his rocking hips.
	They were sweating profusely, but neither of them cared. They were
lost in one another, completely. Magnus loved how Drahvin's cock slapped
against his belly as he rode him. He grabbed Drahvin's cock and started to
jerk him off.
	After only a few minutes of this, Drahvin had his orgasm. His seed
spurted from his cock, splashing Magnus across the chest, mouth and
face. His hole clamped down hard on Magnus's cock during his orgasm, which
made Magnus go too.
	"Ah fuck!" Magnus pulled Drahvin close and kissed him as he filled
him with his seed. His cock stayed hard for a long time after his orgasm,
Drahvin didn't let him pull out until he was completely soft.
	They both laid on the bed, breathing heavily, sweaty. Magnus was
literally covered in Drahvins seed, though a large amount had shot straight
in his mouth, it was still all over his stomach, chest and face. "Let's go
for a swim, the ocean is calm," Drahvin said, getting up out of bed. As he
stood, copious amounts of Magnus's seed came dripping out of his hole and
down his leg.
	Magnus jumped up and slapped him hard on the ass, leaving a hand
print on his right cheek. They kissed, Drahvin cupped Magnus's balls, "You
must have really filled me, it's still coming out of me." He wiggled his
ass at Magnus.
	Magnus winked at him, "Careful, keep doing that with your ass and
I'll fill you again."
	"I'm not sure I believe that was your first time," Drahvin said,
eyeing him suspiciously.
	"We watched enough wrestling matches between the sailors, I picked
up what i needed and filled in the rest." Magnus said, kissing him again.
	There was only a handful of sailors on the deck of the ship, most
of the others were asleep. The ship was dead in the water with no wind to
catch their sails. Magnus and Drahvin jumped over the edge of the ship into
the water, completely naked. Swimming with one another, washing away the
sweat and sex, they made several laps around the ship before climbing back
on board.
	There was still several more hours before the sun came up and they
were both tired after their romp. "Come to bed with me Magnus, you can have
me again in the morning." Prince Drahvin kissed Magnus and they disappeared
into his room, the door shutting quietly behind them.


Thank you for reading the first chapter. There are many more adventures
with Magnus yet to come.

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