THE IRON CROWN by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on on May 28, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Randhir
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE IRON CROWN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 5 - THE VIGIL OF ARMS - THE FIRST NIGHT
Preparations for the vigil of arms were feverishly carried out. On the square between the castle and the knights' houses, in front of the Dungeon, the tent for the three knights and their squires was prepared, then a fireplace, the weapons panoply, and the ceremonial table. All the section reserved for the vigil was encircled with a ring of stones to mark the boundary that nobody was allowed to pass, besides the king and the court wizard, for all the three nights that the vigil had to last. Arseno, after reading the stars, decided which was the night to start the vigil.
Also in the houses of the three champions preparations were hastily in progress. Jens' mother and sisters were in contest with Altma to make everything ready. Derk and Kimon were busying themselves, tirelessly. The three knights were on the top of the Dungeon, in the wide circular room of Arseno, where the king was attending to their ritual purification.
Meanwhile in the High-city, the witch Zedee was following from afar all these preparations, and in her turn she was busying herself to prepare the first part of her plan.
Finally, at sunset, the three knights went in front of their houses where their squires were waiting for them each with two horses, the weapons and the luggage. The air was vibrating with expectations. Gradually the square was crowded with people of all ranks, who wanted to assist with the sacred vigil.
Arseno and the king were waiting at the edge of the stone circle, where the fireplace was ready with stubbles and logs, the tent had already been erected, and the panoply was ready to receive the weapons. The three knights, each followed by his squire and their horses, reached the boundary of the circle. In the presence of the king the wizard Arseno purified the entire stone enclosure, first with fire, then with water and finally with air. He lit the fireplace and invited the knights to enter with their squires and horses. The king was the last to enter and a seal stone was then placed over the enterance as the enclosure was now sacred to the god Sumner. Just in that moment the sun set behind the mountains and the sky was dyed in purple. It was a harsh cold evening and horses tethered outside the tents were blowing plumes of vapour as their warm breaths met the starkly cold night air. Despite the cold the crowd drew nearer but maintained a respectful distance from the enclosure, to better see the sacred rites.
The three knights sat around the fire, wrapped in their fur capes, alternated with their squires who were sitting just a step behind. Arseno threw in the fire three small bundles of sacred herbs, and three threads of grey smoke, barely waving in the gentle breeze, rose into the darkening sky. Arseno chanted some spells whilst walking round the six men sitting by the fire. The king came forward with a chalice and gave to each of the knights and their squires a drink. Then without uttering any word, the king and the wizard went away, entering the castle and leaving them alone. Gradually the people also left, leaving behind a solemn and respectful silence. The night was at that point totally dark.
"May the gods assist us!" Jens said.
"Are you worried?" Harti asked.
"How not to be so, as a mysterious adventure is awaiting us." Jens answered.
"Mysterious but wonderful!" Axel said, with conviction.
"Let's hope..." Jens insisted.
"Arseno says we will find the crown."
"Yes, Axel, but he also says we will have to overcome plenty of difficulties."
"Are you worried, Jens?" Harti asked again.
"Just a little, because even Arseno has not been able to foresee what kind of difficulties is waiting for us. Worried, yes, but not scared." he added with a smile.
"Of course." the other two said.
"We will enjoy this quest!"
"I think so, Axel. I'm glad to be with you and Jens."
"The same for me, with you. Even though I feel I'm so young!"
"And yet, you are the wise one... and anyway you are just three years younger than him and two years younger than me - it's not a big difference." Axel said with a smile.
Zedee in her house was ending her preparations. In spite of the cold night, she wore a light and seducing dress of a beautiful carmine colour that matched perfectly with her hair. Thanks to the potions she drank, she would not suffer the cold, moreover soon she would be "warmed up" in the best of ways, she thought with a lewd smile. She looked at herself in the mirror, in the light of the candles - she was still a beautiful woman, really sensual and desirable. But to be sure, one of the potions she assumed was that of the fascination. Yes, it was going to be a hot night - she would seduce the three men and bent them to her desire and to her will. The crown would belong her son!
Atlah was in his room with two strangers, a mother and a son, she was thirty-five years old and the son nineteen; the moans of the two males and of the female that echoed out from behind the closed door of the room made the witch smile - more than moans, they were grunts, she thought, amused. They had to be really wild, even though it was just the beginning of the night. Her son Atlah was really insatiable like her, in spite of his sixteen years of age, but with the member already like that of an adult man. Well, anyway she too was going to have a wild night, with the three knights...
She wrapped herself in her heavy woollen mantle, took the vials with the potions and silently made her way. The gates were shut at this time of the night, but she knew how to get inside without any problems.
Her silent shadow glided along the castle walls, slipped behind a thicket of evergreen and found the secret passage. Soon she was at the other side of the wall, slipping silently behind the last house, that of the knight Morki... And there it was, the circle of stones, the fire, the silhouettes of the six men, still awake and who were talking in a low voice.
She drew nearer, at the back of the tent, keeping herself in its cone of thick shadow. As she reached the stones circle, she poured one of her potions on a stretch of the circumference and muttered a spell. She entered the circle without challenge and smiled - she still knew very well the ancient arts. From the back, she slipped inside the empty tent. The straw beds were ready - very good. She let her mantle fall down, and went to the tent entrance, leaning in a languid pose against its central pole.
The first who saw her was Harti, who emitted a short surprised sound, "Oh!" so that Derk and Kimon raised their eyes.
Kimon said, "Who's that female?" so all the others turned to look, surprised and curious.
"Who are you? What do you want? How could you enter there?" Jens asked for all of them.
Zedee smiled, "I came here for you... to give you a sweet night... who of you wants to be the first to come in the tent with me?" she asked in a sexy, voluptuous tone. Her eyes were shining, dark, unfathomable, deep, reflecting the flickering flames.
"Whaaaat? With you?" Axel asked, astounded. "To do what?"
"And how could you enter here?" Harti asked again.
"You three valiant knights will have a long and difficult travel. I will be your viaticum. I will give you the utmost pleasure, one after the other, and even several times during this night, if you desire so. I will give you the utmost delight, whose memory will accompany you all long your journey..."
"Hah! The utmost delight, she says! Go away, silly wench!" Axel said with sarcasm.
"Do you want to tell us how you could enter here? Or do we have to run you through with our swords?" Jens asked standing up with a menacing expression, and at once also all the others stood up.
"Arseno sent me here, for your pleasure!" Zedee lied, in a flirtatious tone to the six men who were moving toward her. She then added, "For your squires also, if you so desire it, but only after you knights have had your fill. I was really sent here only for the three champions..."
"Arseno, you say?" Axel unbelieving asked her - in fact he talked with the wizard about his love for Derk, and also that he loved exclusively people of his own sex.
"That's so. And that's how I could enter your tent without breaking the magic circle." the woman lied again.
"Well, in my opinion you can go get screwed by the guards at the gate - they will be grateful to Arseno for the diversion" Harti said, laughing loud.
Zedee was astonished - never was there a man, who ever resisted to her offers. No, it was possibly only question of time to make them more aroused... she parted the hems of her dress to show them her legs up to the thighs, and caressed her breast until her teats were hardened and visibly showed under the light cloth. "I am here for you, only for you! Come on, who wants to be the first?"
"We never part from each other, for no reason!" Harti said determinedly.
The woman smiled, "Well, it's not necessary you part, then. I've three holes made for a man's enjoyment, and you are right three men... That's good for me, I want you just to enjoy..." the witch said, sensual, her voice low and hoarse, filled with promises.
"Go away, let us be in peace!" Jens said amused by that ostentation of feminine arts that was leaving him cold and unmoved, like a stone under a glacier.
Zedee then made a light movement and her dress slipped down, on the ground, leaving her totally naked in front of the three men. With sensuous moves, with a hand she caressed her clitoris and with the other her teats: "Come here, I'm feeling so hot!" she muttered.
Suddenly a shower of water fell on the woman and Altma, an empty bucket in his hands, said laughing, "And then cool down, bitch!"
Derk added, "If you really can't resist to your yen, satisfy yourself with your finger, but let us be in peace!"
Kimon concluded, "And if you need something to fill your three holes, ask a farmer to give you his wooden hayfork!" and at that all the six men burst in laughter.
Zedee couldn't believe her ears! But her astonishment was soon replaced by rage, by fury - nobody ever treated her in such a way.
To worsen the situation, Jens said in a mocking tone, "Go look for a dog, you bitch!"
"Clear our way, stupid cow!" Axel added.
"Stop pissing us about that, sow!" Harti concluded.
"But do you have a cock, and do you use it?" the witch screamed, furious.
"For sure we have it, but we use it only with each other, sorry, sister!" Axel answered seizing a sword, and menacingly added, "And for sure it has not been Arseno to send you here!" and moved a step towards her.
The witch widened her eyes, but was soon master of herself. She raised her hands and chanted a spell, and the six men were blocked, paralyzed like statues, even though they could see and hear like before.
"Poor little mean beings, how do you presume you can menace me? Me! You refused me, insulted me, and you are going to pay for that!"
Leaving her dress on the entranced of the tent, she went in, wrapped around herself her mantle and, like a fury, went out of the circle disappearing in the darkness.
When she was far away, her enchantment ceased and the six men were again free. Derk was trembling. Axel circled his shoulder with an arm. "She was a witch! But here we are safe." he said him.
"We have to run after her!" Harti said.
"No, here we are safe. We just have to stay awake, I think." Jens said.
"But what did she want?" Kimon asked.
"She was just in heat and hoped to be screwed by us..."
"Do you really think it was just that?" Kimon asked, thoughtfully.
They went back around the fire, but now each of them had his weapon with him.
Suddenly, from the darkness, appeared a crow that flew around their heads cawing, "I'll disperse you, you will be alone, you will fail!" then flew straight into the middle of the fire.
A thick black smoke rose from the flames and wrapped them. All six coughed and withdrew. An icy wind dispersed the smoke.
They all had a sore throat and their eyes were red and teary, "It was a spell!"
"A sign of ill omen!"
"A baleful presage!"
"Arseno... Arseno will help us..."
The wizard was sleeping, when a jolt woke him up - somebody, not far from there, was using the Powers! And the aim could be only one! He wore hurriedly his cape, took a lantern and climbed down the stairway with all the speed that his old legs allowed him. He passed through the sleeping Cube, hearing only the pawing of the hoses in the stables, and finally he was on the esplanade. There, in the vigil enclosure, he saw the six men standing, close to each other, their weapons in their hands. An acrid smell fluttered in the air. He drew nearer, worried.
"Arseno!"
"I knew you were watching on us!"
"Oh, Arseno!" a chorus rose from the circle.
The wizard entered it and said, "Tell me everything, and hurry up! What happened?"
While he was listening at the narration, he noticed that the men, even though tense, were fully masters of themselves. They weren't scared; they were only, and rightly, worried.
"Yes, a spell against you... Who was that woman? Do you know her?"
"No, she was red-haired, tall..." said Axel.
"Not in your life! She was a blond, plump..."
"No, no, no, she was..."
"She was a sorceress." Arseno concluded. "Yes a sorceress - the foe surely drank the seduction potion."
"But we were not at all seduced!" Jens said, with laughter.
"Evidently she didn't know you all love only your own sex nor did she foresee it... or else she would have appeared in a male shape."
"He would have failed all the same - I love Derk, nobody else can seduce me!" Axel declared.
"She could have assumed also your Derk's aspect, if she was a powerful sorcerer... But why... and what... Well, be on the lookout. I've to go and see if I can understand which spell was cast on you, see if I can do something to hinder it..."
"Can't you remove it?" Harti asked.
"I don't know, possibly yes, possibly not... it depends by the powers of the sorcerer who cursed you. Be on the lookout, anyway."
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THE VIGIL OF ARMS - SECOND NIGHT
Arseno prepared the visions cauldron and boiled all the ingredients. When the liquid was ready, he filtered it and put it in a basin. Waited until it was cold, then sprinkled onto it the powdered bones of a dead man. The liquid became turbid, rippled and he saw...
As he suspected, because of the black crow, it was a case of black magic. Not the strongest kind, but strong enough to be impossible to remove. The black crow, the soul of a person dead that same night and sent as a messenger of hate... Yes, the six men would be dispersed, he didn't know how, but dispersed. In that way they would become weaker, in a certain way defenceless. Had he to cancel the enterprise? Possibly it was not necessary... Possibly...
He had to sleep. Hoping his master would appear to him in a dream to give him some hints. A safe sleep... He bolted the door of his room, drank an elixir in order to get a long rest, made two wax balls and put them in his ears to avoid being disturbed by any noise, and lay under his covers, waiting to fall asleep...
Meanwhile the six friends stayed awake all night long - they decided they would sleep two at a time in the day time, when they were safer. They also discussed amongst them what happened, and the ill omen thrown on their enterprise... They could not understand the aim of the sorcerer - if he wanted just to hinder their quest, he didn't need to try to seduce them... therefore he wanted to get something else from them, but what? And now, if their enterprise was doomed to a failure, would the king choose new champions? Arseno told them to wait, therefore there was still some hope... And he also told them to say nothing to anybody, not even to the king, until he returned.
The six men at that point were way too fond of their enterprise to just think they had to give up...
"Really, Axel, if the sorcerer knew... and if he appeared to you with my aspect..." Derk asked.
The knight circled his shoulder with an arm, in a reassuring gesture, "I don't think he would succeed in fooling me - I know too well your glance, your smile, your soul... I would have become suspicious in front of a... libidinous Derk!" he said with a smile.
"Am I not... libidinous?"
"You? You are much better than libidinous, you are in love!" Axel whispered to him.
"You said it in front of everybody!"
"And it was time. Moreover I think that our companions would have understood it, if they don't already have guessed it. As much as it's easy to understand that Kimon is in love with Harti."
"And Harti with Kimon."
"This... I don't think so. Harti has a friendly, protective attitude, but not a loving one..."
"Oh... poor Kimon, then."
"Perhaps but he seems to be a strong boy."
"And Jens with Altma?"
"Close friends, also in bed, I'm sure, but just friends... We two are lucky."
"You can say it!"
When Arseno woke up, he was excited. His Master appeared to him in his dream, and they did talk for a long time. He now knew what he had to do. And he had to hurry up. The enterprise could go on, just with some small course's corrections. He had to go immediately to talk with king Waltha, organize, prepare... prepare their and his own departure. For the best. It was a sacrifice, for sure, but he was ready to do it - he had to be sure of the result.
First of all he got up, made an inventory of his ingredients - that would be required for his most powerful spell, the last one... his masterwork. He then wore his most beautiful tunic and went down the to Dungeon and then on to the Old tower where he asked to be announced to the king.
Waltha, as usual, received him immediately. "So, then my good Arseno?"
"Bad news and good news, my Lord."
It was ages that Arseno didn't call him "my Lord" any more and this alerted the king. He then also noticed the old man clothing, "What's happening, tell me."
"A sorcerer, I don't know who and from where, cast the evil eye on your champions - as soon as they will leave the circle, each of them will take a different way, alone, following an irresistible impulse..."
"What are you saying? But so... they are doomed to fail..."
"That's so, but I... I will make of each of them the sum of all of them... Moreover the evil eye will cease in seven years, so they can reunite and accomplish their quest."
"But then, why not cancel everything and make them start the quest in seven years? Or else, why not chose other champions?"
"No, the propitious moment for the departure is this one. About looking for other champions... the evil eye can be cast again on them too. No, let that sorcerer believe he got what he wanted - it will be better. But just... as they have to do the journey divided, I advise you to knight also the three squires, and to give them weapons and..."
"And six new squires to the six of them?"
"No, they are the predestined... Do you remember your dream? The three tall mountains and the three small mountains that were moving far away in different directions? At least this part of your dream now seems clear - they have to go."
"And how will you obtain that each of them can be equal to all six of them?"
"This is the... hardest and most difficult part. I have to abandon you..."
"Would you go with them?"
"That's impossible, as they will take six different ways... But to accomplish my magic to help them... I have to sacrifice my magic powers... You see - we, who possess the white magic, to get and to keep our powers, have to remain virgin for all our life... But to accomplish my last magic, a needed ingredient is my seed... Therefore..."
"But then... how can I do, without you?"
"I'll prepare my successor, don't worry. Without me... do you remember the grey land, the disappearance of the sun? But then the sun came back... Don't worry; everything will go in a good way. But, to accomplish my last magic, I also need two things that I don't have - the blood of a virgin boy, absolutely and totally virgin, who never had any sexual experience, and the milk of a twenty-years old woman feeding her first son. Can you get them for me as soon as possible?"
"The blood of a virgin boy? Should I sacrifice a human being?" the good king Waltha asked, horrified.
"No... oh no, never in the white magic. Just a few drops of blood, a small bloodletting. The child will remain alive and in good health and... and he will be your next wizard. As I have to lose my magic and my life, I will give him too my seed and my blood, so he will be invested of all my powers. He will have to learn to recognise them and to use them, therefore after your champions leave, I will take him with me at the cave of the wizards so that he can be reared... When he will be ready, he will come back to you... and his name will be... Arseno, of course."
"A virgin boy... You know how difficult it is to be sure about that..."
"There is a way to be sure about that - it is not going to be so difficult. But his mother has to surrender her son willingly, and this would be less easy. To her he will be like a lost son... And the ideal is to find a child in his sixth, seventh year of life..."
The king called his guards and sent them to all his cities and villages to find a woman of exactly twenty years of age breast-feeding her first son, ordering to bring her at the castle. Then he also provided to organise the search of the little boy too. He therefore decided to summon at the castle all the boys of the kingdom old between five and nine years, with their parents.
Arseno examined them personally, one after the other... and very few were those who didn't indulge in some sexual game, even though often innocently. The king had a loaf of bread given to them, and sent them back to their homes. Finally Arseno found a little boy absolutely still pure, six years old. He was the son of a woman who begged in the Low-city, and whose father was dead four years before. He was handsome, straight like a spindle, with a luminous and gentle look.
Waltha said to the woman, "Listen to me, my heart is aching for what I am going to ask you, and if your answer will be a no, there would be no problems for you, I will understand..."
"My lord, you are my king, your command..." the woman said in a low voice, ashamed of her miserable aspect, taking her son closer to her.
This gesture pained even more the king, but he went on, "Listen, what I'm about asking you to give me, is your most precious good..."
"Precious good? But I have nothing, my Lord... If I had something precious, I would give it to you."
"Wait. You have something extremely precious - you child. Your son..." the king said almost ashamed of these words.
Arseno smiled with sympathy at the trouble of the king.
"My son? Why are you asking me my son? What do you want to do of him, my lord?"
"Your son... your son will live a serene and pleasurable life, even though rather peculiar. I cannot explain you more; you have to trust my word. Nothing bad will happen to him, on the contrary, but... to you will be like losing him."
"But will he have a good life?"
"He will have a very good life, I answer for that. You have the word of a king."
"He will not receive any harm of any kind?"
"Of any kind, I swear it on my life."
"Then, take him, my good king - what can I give him, with my life? Just hard life, privations, hunger, cold... I entrust him to you, my Lord, I know he will be in good hands. I love him; therefore... what I'm not able to give him, you can get for him... Yes, it is true, you asked me my most precious good, and I give it to you."
"Mum... we will never again meet?" the child asked, in his eyes a lost expression, as he heard his mother decision.
"Never again... but I will be always with you, inside your heart... Be sure that my love will never desert you. Be strong, my little one, the king will take good care of you..."
"But, Mum..." the child resumed to say, tears in his eyes.
"Shush! You should not cry, my love! Your mum knows what is good for you. Trust your mum, and obey to the king."
"Yes, Mum..." the child answered lowering his eyes and trying to check back his tears.
Waltha was silently crying. "You have my gratitude, woman... I know that nothing can pay back losing a son, but... Not only his life will be way better, from now on, but also yours... What would you like to do, if you could have a work?"
"A work? If only the gods granted it... I'm able to weave, but no weaver hired me... and a loom and all the threads are way too much expensive..."
"You will have a small house, a loom and plenty of threads, so that you can found back your serenity. You are still young; you can possibly find a good husband and have again a family. I will give you also a dowry, when you find the right man. All this cannot pay you back for what you are giving me now, but..."
"May all the gods bless you, king Waltha!" the woman said, in tears.
The king said to the little boy to go with Arseno and to do anything the old man asked him; Arseno took the child in his room and explained him what he was expecting from him, and proposed him to become a wizard.
The child, meekly, accepted. "My mum told me that it is good, therefore, I will do as you say... even if I cannot see her any more."
"Also for me it has been so, but your mum will forever be in your heart, like mine remained in my heart... you will never be lonely, don't worry."
"Will you hurt me when you take my blood?" the boy asked, his eyes wide, remembering a detail of what the old wizard had just explained him.
"No, it will just be a tiny wound - at first perhaps you will feel a little pain, but it will pass at once. And I need really little of your blood, don't be afraid."
"No, I'm not afraid. You have good eyes, like the king..." the little boy said, serious.
The old man made the child sit on his bed, took a blade of very sharp obsidian, a golden saucer and went near the child, "Give me your left arm. I will make a really small cut, gather a few drops of your blood then I will put on the wound a paste of leaves that will stop your bleeding. It is fast done."
The little boy stretched out his little, skinny arm.
"Are you scared?" the old man asked him with tenderness.
"A little bit..."
"You'll see, everything will be all right."
The wizard made a light and fast move and from the wrist of the little boy spurted a rivulet of ruby colour blood that dripped on the gold saucer. The old man took a small, soft ball of leaves, dust and grease and squeezed it on the tiny wound and the blood stopped. He cleaned the boy's arm and wrapped his wrist with strips of tanned leaves, tying them with a thread.
"It's done."
"Just this? I felt more fear that I needed to have." the child said, giving him a hint of a shy and ashamed smile.
Arseno ruffled his hair in an affectionate gesture and pulled the child to himself. The little boy curled against him, like a purring kitten.
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THE VIGIL OF ARMS - THE THIRD NIGHT
While the soldiers were searching for the breast-feeding woman, the king, on Arseno's request, ordered to place all around the circle of stones, a tall and thick cloth sustained by poles, so that from the outside it was impossible to see what happened inside of the circle.
Meanwhile Arseno was preparing the magic potion. He put into a small cauldron source water, viper venom, white clay powder, juice of mandrake, ash of oak, the blood of the little virgin child - only two ingredients were still missing. He prepared a fire of oak to make it boil, a small juniper branch to stir and the alembic to distil... the child looked all, absorbed, in silence.
"You too will learn to do such kind of things, my little one... and my name will be your name - Arseno."
"Then, also your master's name was Arseno?"
"Exactly so."
"Therefore now my name is Arseno?"
"Not yet, but quite soon. Before we have to accomplish a special rite, so that I can pass you my power and my name."
"When?"
"Soon, my little one, very soon..."
"And I will live here, with you?"
"Here, yes, but not with me. You will live here in some years, after you have learned all the arts of the white magic."
"You will teach me?"
"No, there will be other masters who will teach you, when I will entrust you to them... I have to leave..."
"To go where?"
"Where your father is, my little one..."
"You mean that you are going to die?" the child asked widening his eyes.
"Yes, exactly one year after we will have done the rite, I will bring you to the sacred mount, I will entrust you to my friends the masters, and I will withdraw in the cave of the last journey, where I will remain until I die..."
"But will I be allowed to come and visit you?"
"Do you desire it?"
"Now you are the only one that remains to me..." the child said in a low voice.
Arseno embraced him tight against his chest. "Yes, my son... But any time you will need me, after I have left this world, you can talk with me in your dreams."
"And how do I do that?"
"Your new masters will teach it to you..."
Finally the soldiers came back bringing with them the woman breast-breeding her first child. Arseno, sucking her breast, extracted some of her milk, and made it drip in a silver saucer. The king gave to the woman a gold coin and sent her back to her village.
Arseno added the milk in the small cauldron and said to the child, "Here, the moment has arrived. What you will see me doing, you should never do, remember, or you will lose all the powers, and soon after also your life..."
"But then, why are you going to do it?"
"Because my hour has come. Because it is needed by the king's champions, and because it is needed to make you the next Arseno."
The old wizard took a small saucer of rock crystal, put it in front of him on a low stool, raised his tunic and took in his hand his old member. He caressed it almost with affection, and the child widened his eyes seeing it become longer, thicker, harder, and rise little by little.
"How big it became. May I touch it?"
"No, my little one, you cannot."
"Mine also will become so big?"
"For sure, but if you want to be a wizard, you should let it in peace, you should never do what I'm doing - a wizard has to remain a virgin forever. Do you understand?"
"No..."
"You will... you will..." the man said with a smile, circling his member with a hand and starting to move it up and down with measured rhythmical movements.
A light pleasure moan escaped from his lips.
"Are you feeling ill?" the little boy asked, worried.
"No... everything is all right... don't be surprised, you are going to see odd things... in a while from here will come out a kind of white milk, and while it comes out I can possibly moan, but don't be afraid, it's a natural thing, it is not pain..." the old man explained, going on to gently masturbate himself. He was now discovering, at least in part, what he had renounced all his life long...
And it happened. The free hand of the old man, trembling, approached the small saucer to the tip of his member and quite suddenly came out a white spurt, almost in a continuous flow, then some short jets, then again a long spurt... The wizard gathered all of it in the small saucer, without wasting even just a drop of it.
"It's done. In a year... little by little..." the old man murmured tiding his tunic. He stood up with wobbly legs - the orgasm had shaken, worn out him, even if he had managed not to moan, not to scare the child.
He took half of his seed and poured it in the cauldron. Then he poured the other half in a small cup. Then he took the obsidian blade, a small ball of haemostatic paste, the tanned leaves and the thread. He put his wrist over the mall cup that contained half of his seed, and cut - his dark blood dripped into the cup.
When there was enough, he stopped the blood with the soft ball, took the tanned leaves and told the boy, "Bandage my wrist as I did with you then tie it with the thread."
The child readily and carefully did it.
"Good. I see that you are a fast learner. Now take this little cup, repeat with me the prayer to the gods, and drink all its content to the last drop. So my powers will enter in you..."
The child obeyed. "It has an odd taste..."
"Yes, it is my taste. You are the only one who knows it..."
The simple ceremony of the passage of the powers was over. It now was up to the masters to rear the child to make bloom the wizard's powers that the old man passed him.
Arseno lit the fire and prepared the potion. When it was ready, he put it in the alembic and distilled it - he so obtained a white-pinkish, opaque liquor. Only the last component was missing. He poured the liquor in a rock crystal jug, took the boy's hand and went down from the tower. He crossed the esplanade keeping the jug covered with a precious fabric, shifted the cloth sheltering the circle's view and entered in the magic precinct. Jens and Altma were resting inside the tent; the other four were sitting near the fire to warm themselves. As they saw Arseno with the child, they stood up.
"Call the other two." the wizard said.
"They just went to have some rest..." Kimon said.
"Call them." the old man repeated.
When they all were gathered, Arseno explained them, "This potion, that I have prepared and you'll have to drink, has a peculiar power - it makes your seed, as all the seed you will assume from now on, bearer of all the qualities of the donor... what he knows, what he is... drinking it, you will be receptors of all the powers of the of the donor, but in a special way and with special effectiveness, of the five other companion of each of you six. I have to add to this potion your seed, as mine is already in it - this doesn't mean you will become wizards, but you will get much of my knowledge that can be useful to you. In this way, even though you will be separated, each of you will have in him all the quality and the memories of the other five. Also your body will gradually change and you will resemble each other, and this as much as you will drink of each other seed, after you have drank this potion. Do you have question to ask me?"
"If I drink this potion, and later also Axel's seed... will I resemble Axel also physically? Will I become as big as he is?" Derk asked, widening his eyes.
"Yes, as more of his seed you will drink as much you will resemble him."
"But then, also Axel, drinking Derk seed, will become small like him?" Jens asked, worried.
"No, as stature is in big part a question of age, but for sure he will resemble him... but above all he will have his memories and his skills."
The six young men looked at each other - Axel and Derk seemed to be the more happy and determined - it was the power of love. Also Kimon...
"Good, now one after the other you will masturbate yourselves and deposit your seed in this cup."
"Now I understand the reason they put that tall cloth all around the circle!" Jens exclaimed, amused.
Harti was the first to raise his tunic and to masturbate himself. Arseno noticed amused that the other five companions soon got an erection. When Harti deposited his seed in the cup, Axel by then was ready... One after the other all six deposited their seed in the cup. Arseno then carefully mixed the scented cocktail of sperm so that it was absolutely homogeneous, then poured it in the crystal jug, and mixed again for a long time. When he was finally satisfied, he handed the jug to Jens who was near him.
"Take a sip, then pass it to the one next to you. Pass it around until you have drank up to the last drop."
Jens took the rock crystal jug in his hands and felt it was agreeably lukewarm. He brought it at his lips and took a sip, then passed it to Altma.
"A really agreeable taste!" he observed, pleased. "But besides a feeling of light pleasure in my stomach, I'm feeling no change at all..."
"You can't feel anything for the moment, but the change in your seed and in your body did already start..." Arseno said while the jug was touring from hand to hand and was back to Jens.
Just half of the liqueur had been drunk; therefore Jens took a second sip and gave it again to Altma. The jug made a second tour until Kimon emptied it and gave it back to the wizard. Arseno then put it in the centre of the fire. A crackling came from the fire and the jug crumbled falling down in tiny crystals.
"Good. In a short while you all will feel the desire arouse in you, and it will not end until you have drank the seed of your companions..."
"How long the effect of the potion will last?" Jens asked.
"It will last several years, but it will gradually subside. But this is the last day and the last night you will spend together... therefore take profit of it."
"Yes, we will bustle about..." Altma said with a mischievous smile - the thought he "had" to do it also with the other four, besides his knight, was exciting him, and not just a little.
"Well... can we... start?" Axel asked, hesitant.
"Sure. Let take outside the palliasses, around the fire." Harti proposed.
"Let's stir up the fire and undress, it would be easier..." Jens proposed.
The squires busied themselves. When everybody was ready, they undressed themselves and saw that they were already all aroused. Derk thought that it had to be the effect of the potion, but for the first time he "desired" to do it also with the others, and not only with Axel... On one side this make him feel somewhat ashamed, but on the other side it excited him...
Harti pulled near him Jens, had him lie down, took between his lips his hard pole and started to suck it with a will. Altma took Derk and sucked him with gusto. The Kimon kneeled in front of Axel and took his entire member in his mouth. Soon the three couples were enlaced in passionate sixty-nine. Soon moans and groans came from the magic circle. When all six reached their first orgasm, they swapped places then Altma had the idea to form a chain. All the other, amused, accepted.
So, Altma took Axel's member, and Axel that of Jens, who took in his lips Derk's peg; the squire sucked Harti who went down on Kimon's member and this one closed the chain sucking Altma... Harti thought that it was an amusing and arousing show. While Derk was reaching his second orgasm and was downloading in Jens' throat, asked himself if he would be able to stand three more orgasms...
They swapped their positions until each of them got the seed of all the other five companions. At the end they were worn out but satisfied. They decided to have some rest there, around the fire, using their mantles as a cover, but staying naked. Derk went to lie with Axel, Harti pulled Altma with him and Jens took Kimon in his palliasse.
"It has been agreeable, it is true, but I love only you..." Axel whispered to his Derk.
"I know. It is the same for me. I don't want to be parted from you..."
"Neither I, but the curse..."
"But if we oppose, do you think the curse will work all the same?"
"That magic... is powerful, I'm afraid."
"More than our love?"
"No, not more... nobody can stop us from loving each other, even if it will keep us from being together, at least for a while..."
"A while you say? Arseno said it would be for seven years..."
"You will be a man, then... you will have almost my present age..."
"Would you still want of me?"
"I haven't the less doubt... and you too shouldn't have. Only if I will be dead it will be possible I will not be again with you. Not with my body, as my spirit will anyway be always with you."
"Always-always?"
"Always, for sure."
Derk curled happily against his man who wrapped him in his arms and legs, full of tenderness.
Later, Kimon woke up with a weird feeling... and was aware that Jens was trying to penetrate him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked in a whisper, becoming stiff.
"Relax... I want to screw you..."
"But... Arseno said that only with the mouth..."
"Don't worry, at the right moment I'll put it in your mouth, but now I want to screw you... You have a really nice little arse..."
"But what will Harti say?"
"He?" Jens giggled. "He, right at this moment, is screwing my Altma, therefore... Relax, go on, and let me in..."
Kimon threw a glance towards his Harti palliasse and saw him tossing on top of Altma. For the first time he felt a pang of jealousy - seeing him coupling with another boy, there under his eyes, was different that just knowing it happened, really different. He lay down and relaxed, while a tear shone in a corner of his eyes. He felt Jens readily slip inside him and start to screw him with clear pleasure, while his strong hands caressed his chest and belly, and teased his nipples. w -----------------------------
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6
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