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Last Updated: 5/1/18
Story Title: Land of Heroes
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Chapter 7
We eventually left our hiding space and approached Pip, the boy perking up as soon as he saw us. "Hey!" he said brightly. "You guys are here to rescue me?"
"We sure are, lad. We sure are." Responded Kelar.
"Great! So you found the secret passage way? Most adventurers miss it. Good job." The boy grinned at us as he stood, waiting for Mazur, who had grabbed the key, to open the cage.
"It was Nellie," said Tyler, patting the slightly older rogue on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. "He found it."
"How many times have you been captured?" I asked, picking up on what the boy had actually said.
"Oh, fifteen or twenty times over the last two years. Before that, my older brother was the Cloud Chapel Vicar's Boy and he was captured almost a hundred times before he took over our father's farm!" The boy slipped out of the cage, grabbed some neatly folded clothing in the corner, and soon found himself fully dressed. Pointing to the door, the boy continued, "That room there is Chief Grumph's throne room. I'll wait in here until you say it's safe to come out. Good luck!"
The party exchanged nods and we approached the door, preparing ourselves for the battle. Opening it, Tyler and Kelar slipped inside and readied their weapons. Mazur was next, ready to cast healing spells. Nellie and I followed, already anticipating the death we would rain down upon our enemies.
Only one enemy was waiting for us. Chief Grumph, leader of the orcs. He sat on a large dais, a spiked club in his hand as he watched us approach him cautiously. The room was massive, with multiple doors visible despite the stone pillars that were scattered throughout the space. There were no guards. It felt... like a boss fight.
Suddenly, Grumph howled and charged. Scattering, Kelar met the charge head-on with his own scream while Tyler danced behind a pillar, pivoted, and dashed forward towards Grumph's exposed flank. "MAGIC ARMOR" I intoned, casting the shielding spell on Kelar as he raised his buckler and stopped the large orc's vicious downward swing. Mazur, having circled around, jumped on the platform where Grumph had sat and cast his SUNLIGHT SURGE at our enemy's back. I had no idea where Nellie went but a loud twang and a flash of silver streaking across the room showed me that the boy was adding his own damage to the orc leader.
Then two orcs burst into the room and chaos reigned. Tyler abandoned Grumph to engage the two new enemies while Mazur began casting healing spells at Kelar. The paladin resisted Grumph's onslaught but retreated, dancing away from the spiked club whenever possible and baiting the orc leader to follow him.
I fired several ICE SHARD's at Grumph before switching my focus to the two new enemies, helping Tyler finish them off as quickly as possible. Nellie continued to shoot Grumph, though, and it looked like he was being quite effective.
The moment the second grunt died, another couple of doors opened and two more Orc Bandits rushed into the room. So that was how it was going to be, huh? "Tyler! Only kill one! Let the other live!"
"Why?" yelled the boy as he parried a sword thrust.
"If we kill both, more orcs come!" I shouted. "It's the way this battle works!"
Tyler did as I instructed, killing one orc before rushing Grumph and hacking at the orc leader's back. The second orc moved in to challenge me but, before I could react, Nellie was there with his sword outstretched. Their weapons crashed together and the boy gave me a quick nod, clearly indicating that I should attack the chief. I complied, MAGIC MISSILE and FIRE SPARK injuring the boss as I found good angles from which to attack.
All of a sudden, Grumph gave a loud scream and jumped into the air. When he landed, a shockwave of force erupted from his body and stunned the entire party, the five of us frozen in place for several heartbeats. The orc fighting Nellie was frozen as well but my attention did not stay on the rogue and his enemy. Instead, I watched with muted horror as Grumph turned and bounded up on the dais, his club connecting solidly with Mazur.
Then we could all move and both Tyler and Kelar rushed toward where our healer was taking a pounding, sprinting as fast as they could to impose themselves between the dangerous enemy and the druid who was trying desperately to heal himself. Suddenly, Mazur transformed into a bear and swung at the orc leader, scoring a hit but taking another in his shoulder. Two MAGIC MISSILES were already on their way but I feared my magic would be too late. To my great anguish, it was. Just as Kelar and Tyler reached Grumph and only a moment before my spells slammed into the green skinned monster, the orc leader kicked out with a booted foot and connected with the bear, sending it flying off the dais.
Then my magic slammed into Grumph and he staggered. Tyler's axe slashed low and Kelar's sword thrust high, each scoring a hit and sending Grumph backwards. Letting out a choked cry, the orc chief fell to the ground motionless.
Nellie made quick work of the last orc as the other two party members and I surrounded Mazur. Kelar was there before Tyler and I, but, when he lay his hand on our druid companion, he sighed. "He's gone," the paladin mumbled. Then he stood, looking around at the battleground. "And this fight is over."
.........
A sudden flash of light indicated that everyone in the party had gained enough experience to reach level 6 but the level-up felt hollow. Our companion had fallen.
"Poor Mazur," whispered Tyler, his eyes brimming with tears. Neither Kelar nor Nellie noticed, as both were busy inspecting the rest of the room.
"Yes," answered Nellie distractedly. "I hope he didn't reach 0 hit points before we killed Grumph. It would be really poor luck to die just before getting the experience from that victory. I'd be miffed if that happened to me."
"I bet he survived long enough to gain the experience," answered Kelar. "He's pretty lucky like that. We can ask him when we get back Goldenshield."
Tyler and I looked at each other, suddenly remembering the conversation between me and the hunter from back in the Sleepy Vale. The hunter, when I rescued him, had mentioned that dropping down to 0 health meant that one respawned in the last town one visited. He had said that you can't die from reaching 0 hit points; only from old age and disease.
Suddenly Tyler, reaching the same conclusion as I, smiled. "So we will see Mazur back in Goldenshield?" he asked.
"He's not going to leave the town and go somewhere else?" I added immediately, to cover Tyler's question.
"No," Kelar responded, giving me a grin as if he knew why I had asked the question. "It would be impolite to leave a town without meeting with your party first. He'll be there."
The four of us looted the chest in the corner of the room and then went to find Pip. The boy congratulated us on our victory, commiserated with us at the loss of Mazur, and promptly began telling us about his plans once he got back to Goldenshield. As Pip chattered on, we exited the fortress without encountering any enemies and soon found ourselves trekking back to town.
The party seemed to have an unspoken agreement that we wanted to get back as quickly as possible so we walked late into the night before setting up camp. Waking with first light, we continued onward and finally reached Goldenshield in the middle of the afternoon. The trip was uneventful, with the party spending most of it relaying to Pip the various battles we had fought. The boy was especially interested our fight with the warlock and requested each of us to tell the story from our own prospective of the fight.
We dropped Pip off before heading to the Happy Harpy. Mazur was in the common room and, when we found him, we all shared a round of back-slapping and hugs. He had indeed received the experience for killing Grumph, his own hit points reaching 0 only a heartbeat after Grumph's own health fell that low. After eating a late lunch, the party trekked to the Hero Hall and turned in our quests.
As we handed over the last Religious Artifact, all five of us glowed with the bright light of advancement and shared a cheer at leveling to 7. Those quests, Pat told us, were worth a lot of experience points.
The party broke up, then, choosing to go to the various shops individually in order to sell all the excess loot. Tyler and I stayed together, of course, and came away with a tidy profit. As it turned out, selling the various swords, spears, hammers, and armor that we looted from our enemies, plus the various odds and ends collected, brought in a nice little sum of coin.
We did have a few magic items from the adventure as well. Tyler walked away with Combat Boots that boosted his physical defense and I acquired both a Magic Staff and a Turban of Power. One of the shop owners was kind enough to show me how to transfer my spell book from the end of my old staff and install it on my new staff, a simple trick that she told me every wizard learns eventually.
The same helpful shopkeeper sold me a few new spells, several of which were level 2. I added them to my spell book with glee. Tyler teased me that I was spending money almost as fast as I was making it but I reminded him that, because he had plenty of coin, we wouldn't need to worry about a warm place to sleep or a good meal. Tyler said he'd only pay for things if I behaved. Thus, I stuck my tongue out at him.
The party had agreed to meet first thing in the morning for breakfast and, as both Tyler and I were beat from the day, we decided to call it an early night. Kelar, who was in the common room when we passed through, caught my eye and indicated that he wanted to talk. Explaining that I needed to use the outhouse, I sent Tyler into the bathing room and proceeded over to the paladin.
"You both heading to bed?" Kelar asked quietly.
"We are. You?"
"No, I think I'm going to stay up a while and have a few drinks. There is a lusty waiter here that is interested in sharing my bed tonight." The warrior looked over to a lad of about seventeen who was busy clearing a table. "Looks like it will be a good night for me. One of the other patrons told me the boy has a massive cock." We grinned at each other. "But I was meaning to tell you something before breakfast."
I raised an eyebrow. "Of course. What's up?"
Kelar looked around and motioned me over to an empty corner. We sat and he leaned forward conspiratorially. "Because you and I are... not locals," he began, and I nodded that I understood his meaning, "there is something I'd guess you probably don't know. You see, tomorrow morning, the five of us will go our separate ways. Well," paused the man, "Mazur, Nellie, and I will go our separate ways. You and Tyler, I assume, will stay travel companions."
I looked at him with curiosity. "Why will the party disband? We seem to be getting along great."
"We are, Ian. We are. It's... complicated. I'll give you the long version, first. Basically, there are lots and lots of quests out there for heroes to complete. Millions, I'd guess. Let's say that I go to a town. And in that town, I get a quest. If I go do that quest, I might get one hundred experience points. However, if Nellie and I complete the quest together, we each would only get fifty experience points. If Nellie and Mazur and I tackle that same quest, we would each only get thirty-three points. The more people doing a quest, the less experience you get for the completion of the quest."
I thought about that for a moment. "Ok... But then why team up at all? If five people get that much fewer experience, why bother?"
"A good question. The reason is that some quests absolutely require a party in order to be completed. Our attack on the Orc Bandit fortress, for instance. That quest would not have been available had the five of us not been here in Goldenshield at the same time and at the same level. If I had gone to a different town, and only you, Tyler, Mazur, and Nellie had been here, then the attack on the Cloud Chapel wouldn't have happened and the quest would never have been activated. However, those kinds of quests, the ones that require a party, give out considerably more experience than your average quest. They are a great way to gain experience fast."
"Hm... But, if there are only quests that get activated when there are five heroes around, and if those quests give out so much experience, then why not always travel in a group of five?"
"Because those quests generally only pop up once many or most of the normal quests in an area have been completed. From what I've gathered, five-man parties have tried to adventure together and the process is always much slower than if individual heroes adventure on their own."
"From what you've gathered?"
"Yeah. Remember, I've been in Aurora for a couple of years, but I only just recently became a hero. I did spend a lot of time around heroes when I was a guard, though, and I learned a lot of this stuff by keeping my ears open."
I smiled. "A good way to learn, I'd guess."
"Yeah," He chuckled.
"You said that was the long answer. What's the short answer?"
Kelar nodded. "I did say that, huh. Well, the short answer is probably what any hero would say if you asked him to travel with you after a party quest. He would say that tradition dictates that parties break up after a party quest is over. Since you can't go against tradition..."
I frowned. "Well, Tyler and I are going to travel together."
"Perfectly acceptable. While probably ninety-nine percent of heroes travel alone, a few find a partner to whom they're bonded with by blood or romance or powerful friendship and they decide to adventure together. You and Tyler are one such pair, I think. No one will think anything of it."
"But we will get less experience?"
"You will. By about half, or so the stories say. But some are willing to sacrifice speed for companionship. Most are not. And, while you occasionally see a pair, it's unheard of to see three or four or five adventuring together. Not enough experience to go around. And..." Kelar paused dramatically, looking at me to supply the answer.
"It's tradition," I said.
"You got it."
"So how do Tyler and I know where to go? Do we just pick a direction?"
"No. Go to the Hero Hall and talk to Pat. He'll have a quest for you which will take you elsewhere."
"Will Tyler and I ever see you three again?" I hoped we would. This had been a good team.
"Sure! Heroes stay friends with previous teammates all the time. I'd guess you must stay friends after you go through some of the things parties must go through. Hell, you four were great teammates and I'd be honored to do battle by your sides anytime in the future. To answer your question, though, it's not uncommon to run into old companions now and again. Sometimes, heroes will even team up with old party members when circumstances dictate it. You will see us again, I'm sure."
"That's good." I smiled.
"Plus, it's good to network."
"Network?"
"Sure. Most adventurers eventually leave the life and settle down somewhere. An innkeeper. A blacksmith. A local constable. A landed noble. When you do settle down, it's always great to have connections."
Laughing, I got up to head to the bath. No matter how much things change, things stay the same.
.........
Tyler and I woke the next morning with a lot of energy. In the bath the previous evening, I had explained to him everything that Kelar had told me. Since I hadn't had a chance to do so, I also told Tyler about Kelar being from a different world. He was intrigued and excited. Perhaps, he had told me, the fact that other people from other worlds had found themselves in Aurora suggested that we might find a way back to Earth. I told him it was a possibility but that we shouldn't count on it. He understood, his mood becoming slightly more sober with my words of caution. We went to bed after the bath, a lot on our minds.
I think that knowledge that our adventure was about to continue is what gave us the boost of morning energy and we soon found ourselves hustling downstairs to dine with our party. Nellie and Mazur were already up. Kelar came down shortly after us, a grinning waiter boy following a few paces behind.
The five of us ate a hearty meal and toasted to our success. Nellie informed us that he had been given a quest to contact a mysterious stranger in Whitetower, a rather large city to the north. Mazur had to collect some potion ingredients in the nearby forest and deliver them to a healer across the mountains to the north east. Kelar was heading south, tracking a thief who had stolen a locket from a noblewoman who passed through town several days earlier. Tyler admitted that we had not yet picked up a quest and the other three wished us luck. Soon, our three party members departed after hugs, handshakes, and promises to meet again someday were made.
Tyler and I eventually made our way to Pat and were told that a grain merchant needed a shipment delivered to the town of Morgana's Bay. Due west on a relatively easy-to-navigate road, the merchant had two horses and a wagon already loaded up with the grain. All we had to do was get in, start traveling, and get paid when we completed the journey. Simple.
Within the hour, Tyler and I found ourselves sitting on a comfortable wagon and heading along a pleasant country road towards the ocean. The weather was fine, the horses easy to control, and the road smooth and without bumps. It was quite nice. Tyler and I talked continuously, our conversation bouncing from topic to topic and never growing dull. I had discovered, as time had passed, that Tyler really was a special kid and I found myself grateful that he was my companion.
"Ian," Tyler said casually as we ambled along around noon.
"Hm?" I asked, looking away from him as I scanned one of the hills.
"I'm really horny. How about you?"
I whipped my head around to see Tyler grinning at me, a glint in his eye suggesting he knew exactly the reaction that statement would induce. "I'm... Ah..." I had not really been horny the moment before, but Tyler's words were already having an effect on my body. He laughed.
"Wanna jack off together?" Not waiting for my response, the boy stood in the seat and pulled his pants down to reveal a nice stiffy.
"Sure," I responded immediately, copying his movements and revealing my rapidly growing hardon.
As I sat, the boy surprised me slightly by reaching over and grabbing my cock, opening his own legs to invite me to do the same. His hand felt great and I obliged him, taking his little prick in my hand and beginning to play with it. We sat there for several minutes, stroking each other, as the cart continued to follow the road and the horses obviously knowing the route. Then, just as I was starting to really get into it, Tyler removed his hand and pulled his pants up.
Before I could say anything, the boy slid off the bench and slipped right between my legs; turning on his knees to look up at me. As I looked down, I grew even more aroused at the sight of the boy, kneeling before me, with his face only inches from prick. Our eyes met.
"Ian," he said, his voice low and throaty. "Can I suck your cock?"
"If... If you want to," I said, my voice cracking. He smiled, then, his beautify white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. He looked angelic.
Then he leaned in and, grasping the base of my cock with his left hand, tilted it slightly so my swollen mushroom head was pressed lightly against his cherry red lips. I shivered at the touch, the tip of my prick exploding with pleasure as his sweet mouth opened slightly and engulfed it. "Oh fuuuucccckkkkkk," I groaned.
He chuckled. The little fucker actually chuckled. Then he got to work. He suckled the head. He licked the shaft. He used his lips to nibble at my balls. He swallowed me as deep as his could. He jerked me off while swiping his tongue across my piss slit. It felt fucking wonderful. "You like it?" he asked, grinning.
"Fuck yeah," I said, my body shivering in delight. "I fucking love it."
Tyler eventually began trying to suck more of my cock in his mouth and, to his credit, he was able to take nearly half of the seven-incher. As I felt my cock hit the back of his throat, I wondered if he was going to go further. Then, to my absolute shock, he pressed forward even more and I felt, for the briefest of instances, my cock breach his throat. That did it.
"Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm... cumming!!!" I expected the boy to pull off of the spasming tool completely but Tyler surprised me again by only pulling back slightly, his tongue running along the bottom of my cock as he sucked my flesh eagerly. I couldn't hold back, blast after blast erupting from my cock as I squealed in climax. The kid took my entire load, never letting any of it leave his mouth as he swallowed shot after shot.
My orgasm over, the boy continued to suckle my half-hard tool as I squeaked and grunted at the sharp feelings. "Fuck, Tyler." I said eventually, still panting slight. "That was the best blowjob I've ever had. Fuck!"
He let my cock fall from his mouth and he grinned. "That was a lot of fun! Your cum tastes pretty good!"
I laughed. "So why'd you decided to give me a blowjob?"
"Because I wanted to. I've wanted to give you a blowjob since you told me about blowjobs." His grin turned slightly sheepish and he blushed, realizing what he had said. I snickered, and, to his credit, he laughed as well.
The horses continued onward, ignoring us entirely.
Tyler rose and took back his seat, licking his lips and smiling like a cat who had caught a canary. I stared at him, thinking about how cute he was. How lucky I was. Slipping my pants back up, I decided not to sit back down. Instead, I did as the boy had done and maneuvered myself so I was kneeling, somewhat awkwardly, between his legs. His grin grew even wider.
"So I guess, since you gave me a blowjob, it would only be fair if I gave you a blowjob," I said as I grasped the boy's pants and slipped them down to his ankles in one quick motion. He giggled, his boyish prick throbbing so close to my face.
"I guess so," he said. I licked my lips and dove forward.
His cock was only about four and a half inches long and it was pretty thin. As such, I was able to slide the whole thing in my mouth without any difficulty. As my lips enclosed around his swollen glands and began to travel down his smooth shaft, I reached up and began to play with his hairless balls. When my lips found his bare pubic bone, I heard the boy let out a low cry of delight. "Oh Iaaannnnnn!" he moaned, immediately grasping my hair with both of his hands.
I began to bob up and down, my mouth never leaving his twitching cock as my tongue rubbed eagerly over the virginal little stiffy. I played with his piss slit a lot, leaving it alone for a few seconds as I ran my tongue roughshod under the cock head and down the tube. Tyler kept grunting, long low moans punctuated by sharp squeaks and loud squeals.
His balls were silky smooth, and I eventually let his cock go, taking a moment to suckle the little hairless scrotum. I kept one hand on his tool, though, and slowly masturbated the now squirming boy as my tongue teased his sack. Then his hands pulled my hair up and I took the hint, sucking the boycock to it's base as Tyler grunted in appreciation.
After several minutes, the boy began to pant loudly and I could feel him get even harder in my mouth. "Oh! Ian! Something's happening! It feels weird!" I increased my pace, knowing his climax was imminent. "Oh! Ah! Wait! It's weird! Ah! Oh! OH! Ohhhhhh!!!!" He screeched, his whole body going stiff before the boy began to twitch violently. I was bobbing my head up and down his prick with abandon, only paying half attention to his words and focused on my job. When he began to twitch, however, I slurped the violently shuddering cock to it's base and readied myself to ride out his drycum.
It wasn't dry.
To my shock, several small blasts of watery cum coated the back of my throat as the boy squealed through his first ever wet orgasm. I held on, not moving and listening as he babbled though the pleasure my mouth was giving him. Only when the boy finely collapsed backwards, his whole body becoming limp, did I begin to slowly withdraw my mouth from his softening cock.
His boycum tasted like ambrosia, it's sweet and salty flavor powerful despite the watery nature of the seed. I ran the stuff over my tongue, enjoying the sensation and savoring the fact that I had brought the boy off to his first true orgasm. Tyler looked down at me, a goofy smile on his face and his eyes somewhat glazed over.
Something came over me, then, and I acted without thinking. I rose, slightly, and grabbed the back of the dazed boy's head. Pulling him close, I pressed out lips together and thrust some of the preteen's cum into his own mouth. My tongue followed, pushing the thin treasure around his gums and onto his own tongue before my invading appendage began to withdraw.
Tyler's hand shot up behind my own head, catching me by the neck and forcing me still. Then his tongue plunged forward, pressing against my own and trying to wrestle it into submission. I responded in kind, our tongues suddenly battling as the boy's first cum coated everything. He released me a moment later and our kiss broke apart, our faces only inches apart and our eyes locked. Tyler spoke first.
"Thanks."
.........
Once things had calmed down and we were both sitting, I immediately started to apologize for the kiss. Just as I was picking up steam, however, Tyler started laughing. "That was my first kiss!!" he said, giggling. I again began to apologize before the boy cut me off a second time. "No, stupid. I liked it! I'm glad my first kiss was with you!" Both of us blushed at that but the boy kept chuckling. "That orgasm was weird, though."
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"It felt really different. Normally, when I cum, I feel, like, waves of good feelings sweep through my body. But, while it's really good and it's really intense, it's gentler. I know that doesn't make sense. This time, though, I felt all this energy begin to collect in my cock and, suddenly, it, like, shot up my body like a knife. It was way really intense and felt really good."
I laughed. "That's because you had a real cum, Tyler. You had a wet cum."
"A wet cum?" he said, cocking his head.
"You ejaculated. You shot your load in my mouth."
His eyes widened. "Oh shit! I did, didn't I? That's what the taste was when we kissed. It was my cum?" His look indicated he would allow no evasion or teasing. He wanted the answer.
"Yes," I said. "That was your cum. Your first load of cum. And it was delicious!" We both hooted, and he leaned over and hugged me.
"Thanks Ian! That was awesome!"
"Your first cum?"
"Yeah. That... and the kiss. Thanks!"
We continued traveling for a while before Tyler insisted that we pull over and eat lunch. We did, but did not get back in the cart immediately. Instead, Tyler insisted that he wanted to jerk off and see if he could really shoot. Stripping nude, the boy and I sat on some grass, with him sitting between my legs and his back against my chest, and he began to play with himself. I reached up and began teasing his nipples, much to his appreciation, and, before we knew it, the boy was twitching in his second boygasm of the day. As he worked his member, we both watched as two small jets of spunk fired out of the twitching tool. Tyler celebrated by scooping the cocksnot up and feeding me a little bit of it before licking his fingers clean.
We camped that night, with Tyler giving me another blowjob and me returning the favor as the fire crackled and the stars twinkled. We fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied.
We traveled for two more days before eventually passing though a small ravine and finding ourselves only a hundred yards or so from the beach. The ocean, sparking blue and more gorgeous than it had a right to be, was breathtaking. Turing the wagon slightly, we followed the path which hugged the sand and eventually came to the outskirts of a village.
Much smaller than Goldenshield, the village of Morgana's Bay consisted of approximately twenty-five buildings clustered around a well-maintained dock. It was clearly a fishing village as the ocean beyond was speckled with vessels hauling in the day's catch. A soft sea breeze passed us as we clattered onto the cobblestone walkway and entered the village. Catching sight of a villager, I politely inquired as to the baker's shop so I could deliver the grain.
He was easy to find and grateful for the delivery. He paid us two silver each and we soon found ourselves wandering around the town. The local tavern and inn was called the Mermaid's Charm and we found it to be clean, inexpensive, and hospitable. We paid for a night in advance before asking the friendly barkeep if he knew of any opportunities for heroes. He did.
Goodwife Milly, it turned out, needed us to find her silver locket which, to her horror, had been swallowed up by a fish when it fell from her neck and into the full hold of her husband's vessel. It was a stinky job, with Tyler and I wading through hundreds of fish while looking for the creature that had eaten the necklace. After almost two hours, both of us were sweating, smelled like fish, and were pretty tired of the task. Tyler, thankfully, found the silver chain hanging out of a fish's mouth and soon pulled out the slightly slimy keepsake. Goodwife Milly was very pleased, giving each of us a fishing pole, box of fishhooks, and a fisherman's hat.
The next quest was given to us by the captain of the local militia. A severe man, he told us that there were Wandering Panthers seen in the foothills around the town and he needed us to kill 10 of them. We did so, and received an appropriate monetary reward.
By this time, it was getting late so Tyler and I took a well-deserved bath at the Mermaid's Charm, ate a dinner of seafood stew, and went to bed.
The following day, the captain of the local militia found us as we left the inn and requested that we go into the forest nearby and kill 5 Thieving Panthers which he feared were snatching fish from the drying lines behind the town. These creatures were a little more difficult to find but we completed the quest before noon.
A fishing boat captain informed us that there was a crew of Fishmen making camp near some ancient ruins to the south of the town. He told us that the Fishmen, evil little creatures that they were, regularly attacked lone fishing boats and it was imperative that something be done before the camp grew into a raiding post. Tyler and I agreed to take a look and, later that afternoon, we found eight Fishmen south of town building a small coral wall that appeared to be the start of a proper fortification. The battle was over quickly, though, and the captain was grateful when we showed him eight Fishmen ears.
The baker approached us next, asking if we would mind delivering three loaves of bread to the lighthouse keeper. He warned us that the delivery might be interrupted by Giant Crabs, as the Giant Crabs near the lighthouse had developed a taste for bread and had begun to ambush deliveries. Though it was getting late, we decided to tackle the quest.
We should have waited till the next day.
As we walked along the beach, heading towards the lighthouse, the darkness made it difficult to spot the Giant Crabs and they did indeed ambush us. We killed the five would-be-robbers but I took several hits that brought me perilously close to 0 health. After getting back to the Mermaid's Charm, Tyler and I vowed to be more careful.
The next day saw us killing 3 Hunting Panthers near the rock cliffs, acquiring 10 samples of Washed Up Seawead for the brewer, and destroying 5 Fishmen Shrines that were found in a small Seacave to the far south. We got back to the Mermaid's Charm with plenty of time to relax, eat, and take a bath.
Unlike the previous few times we had used the bath, where we had done so alone, this evening found us in the bathing room with a boy of about eleven. The blonde-haired boy was just finishing his bath as we entered, and he smiled at us immediately. "Hi! I'm Sandy!"
"Hi Sandy," responded Tyler as he began to shuck his clothing. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Tyler and this is Ian." I nodded. The boy had a fine bone structure and high cheeks, his sun kissed skin golden in the light of the bathing room.
"Cool!" Sandy said. "Are you both heroes?" Tyler nodded. "That's great! I love it when heroes come through town!"
"You do?" I asked.
"Yeah! Heroes have the best cocks! I've sucked every man in this village dozens of times. It's kinda boring, actually. I love... fresh meat!" The boy began giggling uncontrollably and both Tyler and I started laughing as well. "So, can I suck you?"
Tyler and I both nodded. Neither of us was going to turn down a blowjob from a cute boy. Sandy approached Tyler first, falling to his knees and slipping Tyler's stiff boycock past his preteen lips. I watched, hot and bothered as the eleven-year-old blonde vigorously sucked my twelve-year-old brunette. Tyler didn't last long, eventually squealing as he erupted his small thin load into the kneeling boy's hungry mouth.
"Mmmmm!" Sandy said as he stood. "You've got good spunk! You only just started shooting?" he asked.
"Only a couple of days ago," Tyler answered. I was impressed that the local boy was good enough to make that guess.
"Nice! I can't wait till I start shooting!" With that, he approached me. I had sat down on a stool while Sandy serviced Tyler and I didn't bother to get up. Instead, the lad fell onto all fours and took my cock into his eager mouth. He was good. Great even. He had me panting and gasping within a few minutes and he drank my entire load without batting an eye. What really shocked me, though, was that the boy had no problem deepthroating me, with my cock sliding balls-deep into his mouth and straight down his throat.
"That was fantastic, Sandy!" I said, relaxing as my orgasm faded. "You are a great cocksucker!"
"Thanks Ian! I'm saving up my money to buy passage on the next passenger ship that docks here in Morgana's Bay. I want to go to Dawning Tide, five hundred miles north, and become a professional cocksucker in that huge city. Great money, from what I've been told." The boy grinned.
"That's a good plan," I said, not knowing what else to say. A professional cocksucker? Interesting. Sandy smiled and got up, walking over to his clothing.
"Well thanks for letting me suck your cocks," he said, reaching to his garments to begin dressing.
"Wait!" excalimed Tyler. Sandy turned. "It's rude not to return the favor. Can I suck you?" Sandy beamed, and I smiled with pride. My boy was learning how to be a good partner, giving as well as receiving.
"Thanks Tyler! I'd love a blowjob!"
Tyler pulled up a stool and placed it in front of the standing boy. As I watched, Tyler leaned in and took the kid's hard little three-inch cock into his mouth. Sandy gasped, groaning as time began to pass and Tyler did his best to get the boy off.
I decided I didn't want to be an inactive partner and a thought crossed my mind. There was something I had always wanted to do to a boy but had never had the opportunity. I had the opportunity now and I was going to use it. Getting up, I placed my stool right behind Sandy and placed my mouth next to the kid's ear.
"Can I rim you, Sandy?" I asked, my voice a low growl.
"Oh fuck! Yeah! I'd love that Ian!" I smiled and Tyler, who heard me, glanced up. I winked at him and he winked back before I sat down and grasped Sandy's cheeks with both hands. The boy spread his legs a little more and I pulled, opening the hidden valley and revealing a beautiful pink asshole. It was absolutely delightful and I stared at it for several seconds. I had never been this close to a boy's shitter and I was painfully hard, despite having just cum, from the view.
Tyler stopped sucking the boy long enough to lean around the boy's leg and look at me. "You going to lick his butthole?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'm going to go to town on his pussy. Keep blowing him. It will send him to the moon!" Tyler grinned and Sandy, who had heard our exchange, groaned. Then Tyler and I attacked, my partner sucking the boy as vigorously as possible what I absolutely attacked the boy's cunt. I treated it as if it were water and I a parched man in the desert, worshiping the pink starfish with the flat of my tongue before probing deep into the boy's depth. Sandy grunted and squealed as I lapped at his butthole, the rimming clearly delighting the boy.
Only thirty seconds or so passed before the boy began to squeal," I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I thrust my tongue as deep as I could inside the boy and I felt his asshole clench tightly, the little ring of muscle positively vibrating against my invader. "OH! OH! AHHHH!!!" he cried, trembling above me. Then, almost as soon as it began, the boy became dead weight and began to fall. I caught him, of course, and let the boy sit on my knee for a minute as he regained his senses. "That was fantastic!" he said as his breathing returned to normal. "I love getting rimmed but it's been ages since I got a rimjob and a blowjob at the same time! You guys are great!"
Tyler and I laughed. The boy eventually got up, rinsed off, put his clothing on, and started to leave. Before he did, though, he hugged both of us and thanked us for the fun. Just before he went out the door, I asked the kid, "Hey Sandy? How much do you need for the passage on the ship?"
"Four silver, eight copper" he said almost immediately. "I know because I counted it just this morning."
"How long before you have all you need," Tyler asked.
"Maybe a couple of months. I'm pretty good at saving my money from my job on the dock," the boy said, puffing out his chest. Tyler and I looked at each other.
"Split it?" Tyler asked me.
"Yeah," I said, amazed that Tyler and I were so in sync with each other.
Sandy watched as we both reached into our bags and pulled out two silver and four copper, handing the glittering coins to the stunned boy. "I... I can't! This is too much!"
"Sure you can," I said. "Take it and go to that city. Become the best cocksucker there is. We know you'll be great!"
The boy got tears in his eyes and nodded, rushing forward and giving each of us a huge hug. Then he raced out of the bathing room and Tyler and I cleaned ourselves up.