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 6 - THE DEPARTURE
Finally the departure day came. Early in the morning the king went down with his court and, following Arseno's advice, knighted the three squires, and gave them beautiful weapons and armour. After the ceremony the moment of the departure came. The six knights on their horses, armed with sword, axe, mace and spear, paraded before the king saluting him, and left through the gate to the High city, where two lines of cheering people were greeting them along the main street. Passing through the valley gate with the Low-city behind them they entered into the open countryside.
"Let's go east." Jens proposed.
"No, south will be better." Harti said.
"Well, you can go where you please, I'm going east..." Jens said, starting.
They weren't fully conscious but they already started to split.
Somewhat later, Altma said to Jens, "Wait just a moment, I need to stop to have a leak."
"All right." Jens answered and the boy went in the bushes to empty himself.
When he was back, Jens was no more in sight. He uselessly called him, and then he resigned himself to go on alone.
Harti and Kimon decided to pass the boundary taking a boat in Osavyk. Axel preferred to take the road along the shore, so after a fiece discussion, they parted.
When they reached the kingdom's boundary, only Axel and Derk were still side-by-side.
"Well, I'll have a stop, now." Axel said.
"Why now? We still have many hours of light..." Derk said.
"Then go. I feel like stopping for a moment."
"All right, I too will stop..." Derk said, even though not in a convinced tone.
"No, if you want to go, just go. Go away, want you?" Axel said, harsh.
"I would like to stay with you, Axel..."
"Oh, stop to sticking always to me! Go away!" the older knight said, surly.
Derk looked at him amazed - this was the first time that Axel spoke to him in that tone. His lover was not looking at him, ostentatiously ignoring him. Derk, wounded, spurred his horse and went away, sadly. The curse got its effect, and none of them seemed to be conscious that their separation was just done because of the curse. Not even Derk.
The old Arseno shut his room and gave the key to king Waltha.
"Farewell, my good friend" the king mournly said when the old man mounted his horse while raising the boy to the wizard, who made sit the Child in front of him, between his legs.
"Blessed be, king Waltha." the old man said and, before the bystanders could see him cry, he spurred the horse.
The boy felt the old man was crying. "Are you feeling sad?" he asked him.
"I should not, but..."
"Why you 'should not but'?"
"Because... leaving forever the ones you love, is a sad thing. You should know something of it." Arseno answered, caressing the boy's hair.
"Yes... we both left the ones we love. But at least we are together."
"You are so sweet, my little one. I am glad that it is you who will take my place. You have to become a good wizard, I urge you."
"I will try, I promise you." the boy said in a low voice.
They travelled for three days and three nights, until they reached the sacred mountain. It was a secluded mountain, not very tall but very steep, that rose in the middle of a swampy plain. Arseno seemed to know very well the ground, he made the horse go on winding turns so that they always were on firm and dry land, each time choosing the way without hesitation, even when to profane eyes nothing seemed to mark the safe way.
They finally reached the foot of the mountain. The dark rock, veined and wrinkled by millenniums of pressure, of wind, of hot and icy weather, shaped a vertical and apparently insurmountable wall. Suddenly Arseno stopped the horse. He put two fingers between his lips and blew a long, modulated whistle, several times. From the top answered another set of long and melodious whistles. Arseno whistled again, with an unsuspected vigour for a man of his age. The duet went on for some time then the silence fell.
"Do you talk with whistles?" the boy said, and more than a question it was a statement.
Arseno smiled thinking that the boy was clever and prompt. "Yes it is one of the secret languages of the wizards."
"They asked you who you are and what you want, isn't it so?"
"You're right." the old man answered, pleased and lightly surprised.
"Did you tell them also about me?"
"Of course I did."
"And what is going to happen, now?"
"Just wait and you'll see..."
After a short time, from the top of the rocks came down a kind of huge basket, or to better say a thick net of reeds, attached to four strong ropes. Arseno waited until it reached the ground and spread open, then he led the horse on to it so that his four legs were outside of the net. He stopped the horse and blew a short whistle. The ropes were then slowly pulled up until the net caught to the horse's belly, wrapping his sides and also the man's legs. Then they started to go up. Arseno kept firmly against his chest the child, who uttered a long "Wow" of astonishment.
The ascent was slow, but finally they reached the level of a kind of platform that was the base of a cave totally invisible from the foot of the mountain. Two men with long hooked perches, hooked the ropes and pulled them inside the cave. The ropes were lowered again and the net fell at the floor. Arseno led out the horse, then dismounted it, with the child, while one of the men took the horse's brides and lead it away.
The other man said, "Come, Arseno, the Old Father is waiting for you two."
Arseno nodded and followed him along a narrow tunnel bending in a slope. They reached a stretch that was almost dark, but the men's pace was fast and assured. The child, holding the bony hand of the old man, followed him toddling. Finally they saw again a light and in a while they were again in the open. Tall secular trees in a small plain circled them. They took a clearly marked path amongst the trees, until they reached a natural narrow and long square, limited on one side by the wood and on the other side by a tall rock wall. The wall was all perforated by well-squared holes, connected by balconies and stairs made with wood or carved in the stone.
"You see, this is the wizards' city, the centre, the school. We are now going to greet the Old Father, and he will entrust you to your first master... and I can finally go to withdraw up near the top, to wait for my hour..."
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THE FIRST YEAR - AXEL
Axel asked himself what made him treat so badly the boy he loved. He mounted his horse and galloped along the road, hoping to reach Derk. But he wasn't able to find him. At evening he looked for a sheltered place where he could lie and pass the night.
He was sad, he felt lonely, he missed Derk... and only then he remembered the curse and the magic of Arseno and... and inside him he found the memories of Derk, and read the depth of the love that the boy felt for him, what neither words nor gestures ever could tell him, and he dejectedly cried.
"I will love you forever, my Derk, forever, knight's word! These years will pass and we will again be together, forever." he sorrowfully thought while sleep was finally taking him, soothing in part the pain for having turned away his beloved lover.
He rode for days and nights, until he found himself amongst people who were speaking a weird language totally incomprehensible to him, who wore odd clothes, who looked at him with astonishment mixed with suspicion.
Once, while he was riding along a river much bigger than the Hulig, recalling memories of Derk and thinking of where Derk could be, he saw a slender young man, with blonde hair, bathing himself in the river. From the back he was like Derk and his heart had a jolt of joy. Yes, he was sure that he had found Derk, sure beyond any hope. He stopped his horse, tied the brides to a branch, rapidly undressed himself and went down in the river, careful not to raise any noise, and caring not to be seen - he wanted to surprise his lover, taking him in his arms, kissing him. He was already foretasting the astonishment, the joy of his beloved boy...
The unceasing noise of the running waters of the river covered the splashing of his steps. He reached the boy at his back, excited and happy, and took him in his strong arms, pushing his erection between the boy's firm buttocks. The other wriggled away screaming something - it was an unknown voice, an unknown language. Axel, surprised, loosened his hold and the other turned with flaming eyes - he was not his Derk!
They looked at each other for a long while. The boy, still in Alex' arms, read in the strong knight's eyes surprise, pain, sadness and understood that the other was not menacing him.
"Who are you?" the boy asked him.
Axel couldn't understand, but said, "I don't want to harm you... I believed you were Derk..."
The tone of the knight's voice totally reassured the boy, who said, in a quiet tone, "I can't understand you... Where are you coming from?"
"You are beautiful like him... but you aren't him..." Axel said, totally loosening his hold and making a step backwards.
The boy looked at him from head to toe, and saw that the foreigner had a really big and beautiful body, sound and strong, and that between his powerful legs he was hoisting a powerful erection. "You have a hard-on! I bet that you want to make love with me." he said with a light giggle.
"Who knows why I had confused myself... from the back you really seemed like him..." the knight murmured and, looking up and down at the boy's body, noticed that he was getting an erection.
The boy slowly raised his hands and caressed the strong pectorals of the beautiful knight. Axel shuddered. The boy gently brushed his nipples and saw that the man's member throbbed. He smiled. "You are really full of yen, aren't you? You are way more beautiful than my brother in law... come on the grass, let's make love..."
Axel didn't understand his words, but read the desire shine in the boy's eyes, felt it in his hands that were going on lightly caressing him, getting quivers of pleasure from his body. "I'm sorry I scared you, before..." he said, feeling his desire was powerfully awakening - it was almost two months since he had sex.
The boy caressed his hard member, "It's big, but if you are careful... I would like feeling all of it inside me... all of it..." he murmured, more and more aroused.
The boy then seized Axel's hand and guided him out of the river, to the shore, on to a grassy stretch. There he stopped and moved in front of Axel, clinging onto his body and drew the hand of the knight between his buttocks, pushing it in the furrow; Axel slipped a finger between them until he found the warm hole and felt it throb.
"Do you want me here?" he asked, pushing the finger to force the hidden door.
The boy closed his eyes and brushed his slender chest against the muscled chest of the knight, his hollow belly against the firm belly of the unknown man, his erection against the powerful virility of the man and sighed, "We aren't able to understand each other words, but... Oooohhh!" he sighed again as he felt the finger starting to penetrate him, "yes, we are wonderfully understanding each other... screw me, stranger, screw me, please! Impale me with your powerful spear! Make me enjoy it!"
Axel started to move in and out his finger and felt the boy shudder, the sphincter throb, and the boy's voice become hoarse with the pleasure. The boy turned and bent down, offering himself without words but in an unmistakable way. Axel thought that, as he had no grease with him, he risked hurting the boy. He wet his fingers with saliva and started to prepare the small hole that was offered to him. The boy was moaning in a low voice, evidently enjoying these preparations. Axel carefully wet with saliva also his big and massive rod and guided it to its goal. As he started pushing, the boy's body shivered from head to toe, Axel pushed against the elastic opening and felt it was starting to open.
"Aaaahhh!" the boy groaned with pain, straightening up.
Axel, incredibly excited, seized him circling his waist with an arm, and with the other pushed down the boy's torso.
"Yes... but go gently, please..." the boy muttered.
Axel heard the prayer tone, "Yes, yes, don't worry, I'll put it all inside you... But don't squeeze, relax." he said, aroused, but without resuming his push.
The boy gradually got used to that powerful intrusion and started to relax. Axel gave another push, pulling the boy toward his pelvis, and one third of his member slipped inside the warm and thight channel. The boy stiffened again and emitted another groan. Axel stopped and waited.
"Damn it, how big you are... I never took one as big as yours... Go gently..." the boy muttered, then slowly relaxed once more.
Axel didn't immediately resume his thrusting, so the boy pushed back a little. Axel understood and, keeping his strong hands on the boy's narrow hips, impaled him with a forceful stroke so that his pubic hair brushed against the lower back of the boy and his testicles were pressed against the boy's buttocks. The boy let escape a long whine of pain but didn't try escape. For a moment both were still, both their breaths slightly panting. Axel caressed the boy's chest, belly and the genitals of the boy that had softened from the pain. The boy sighed and his member became alive again under the skilled caresses of Axel's hand.
When the boy had again a good erection, Axel started to screw that nice, tight, hot and small arse, with long and slow strokes.
The boy moaned, "Ooohhh, yeeeesss, so! Oh how good! Yes, screw me, screw me... Ooohhh... ooohhh... ooooohhhhh!"
The excited moans of the boy were increasing the knight's excitement. His thrusting became more determined and faster. Now the boy's body was trembling like a leaf in the spring wind, from head to toe. Axel was hammering into him with vigour. He felt his orgasm approach in more and more fiery waves. He had to give vent to his needs and was grateful to the boy who had offered himself and who was providing him the relief of a good orgasm. And almost launching a war yell, he came, unloading load after load of his seed in the hot depths of the youth. It seemed to never end, until he let go his last drop. Then, after a short pause, he slowly withdrew from the boy.
The boy turned and looked at him with eyes filled with tears, but with a pleased smile on his lips. Axel dried his tears, pulled the boy against him in an embrace, and deeply kissed him. He felt the boy's erection pushing against his pubes and understood that the boy didn't yet come. So he knelt in front of him and started to lick his member.
The boy had a start of pleasure, "Oh! What are you doing? Nobody ever... That's good, anyway and... I like that..."
Axel heard the voice of the boy syncopated by the pleasure, even though he couldn't understand the meaning. He parted his lips, circled with them the gland of the tense pole and let it slip entirely in his mouth, caressing with his tongue its lower side.
The boy moaned aloud, shutting his eyes and bending back his head, "Oooohhhh, that's too good! You're driving me mad! Ooohhh, yeeessss..."
Axel knew he was skilled, he learned it when he was a squire, but improved it to give the utmost pleasure to his Derk... And the boy, who didn't know the pleasure of the oral intercourse, really thought he was becoming crazy. He suddenly threw a long pleasure howling and, before he could be aware, he emptied himself in a set of fiery jets in the welcoming mouth of the stranger.
While Axel was standing up, the boy feared that the man could be mad at him for having come inside his mouth and looked at him with a worried expression. When he saw the smiling eyes of the man, he relaxed again. They looked at each other for some time while their hearts, which were madly beating, could resume their regular rhythm.
Finally the boy, hesitantly, said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to... But nobody ever made me enjoy so much; it's a first for me... It's usual in your country? Here it isn't, for what I know... It's really fantastic... really..."
Axel became aware of an odd thing - he was now able to understand the boy's words. "You never had it done, before? Really?" he asked.
The boy widened his eyes and said, "But you... you can speak my language, then!"
Axel for a moment felt perplexed, but then understood - he drank the boy's seed, therefore... He searched in his memory and found there all the boy's memories. All of them... It was incredible, he now knew that boy as if he had always lived with him, and rather better than that!
"You like your brother in law, don't you? But you enjoyed it better with me..."
"Yes..." the boys answered, hesitantly, then asked, "but why did you pretend you couldn't understand me, before?"
"It seems that we did understand each other perfectly," the knight said with a slightly ironic smile.
The boy giggled. "At first you scared me."
"I mistook you for my lover."
"Lucky fellow, having you as a lover. Is your boy one from here? Do I know him? You don't seem somebody from here, even though you speak perfectly our tongue."
"No, I'm come from far away..."
"Are you planning to stop here?"
"No, I have far to go, my boy."
"Ah... I was lucky, then to be on your way."
"Yes..." Axel simply said, and went to fetch his clothes and to dress.
The boy went between the bushes, retrieved the bundle of his clothes and he too wore them.
"Do you know where the land of the Great Priest is?" Axel asked him.
"Which land? The great priest of which god?"
"I don't know. My king sent me to look for the Land of the Great Priest..." and while Axel was speaking to the boy, remembering that he now had all the memories of the boy, saw that really the boy had no knowledge of that land.
"I never heard of that." the boy said.
"Right. Well, so, good bye, Right." the knight said and mounted his horse.
"How can you know my name?" the boy asked, widening his eyes.
But Axel had already spurred his horse and was going away at gallop leaving the boy, totally astounded, and looking at his retreating form as he rode away.
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THE FIRST YEAR - TANTAS
Axel was glad of his discovery - now, if he needed to understand a language, to get information or notions, he had just to drink a man's seed... And for what he had seen, leaving his seed in the guts of the boy, didn't transmit anything to the boy. A convenient power, he told himself; who knows if also his quest companions had already discovered it? Bah, he thought with a smile, for sure they too, sooner or later, would discover it...
Now it was much easier to ride through unknown lands. Besides becoming able to talk the languages of the lands he was crossing, he was gathering plenty of information and useful notions. He had just to find a male who liked to have sex with him... Just once, taking profit of his strength, he forced a guy to let him suck his tool... At the end the guy was quite pleased - Axel was skilled in giving pleasure with his mouth.
Axel was riding through a wide and bare plain, and knew that the place was rather dangerous - tribes of fierce men, marauders as their custom, were raging in those lands. They were coming from the southeast, and from the memories of his last "informer", as he called the men whose seed he drank, knew that they were incredibly strong and pitiless. They lived on big wagons pulled by several oxen, on which was mounted a dome shaped tent made of hides. They rode fast horses without a saddle, and were incredibly skilled in the use of weapons. If they attacked a caravan, there was no escape, if they stormed a village, only ruins and corpses remained in their wake, as they took away goods, cattle and some times, young slaves... They were the terror of these lands, the undisputed masters that no local lord ever succeeded in eradicating - at most they succeeded in restraining their fury... if they were lucky.
He was approaching a village, when he saw from it were rising tall spirals of black smoke. He at once understood what had happened and though it would be better if he avoided that unlucky village so he rode in a wide bend towards east. But, after a short time he saw coming from the east a group of horsemen and understood he was between two fires - on one side the newcomers, on the other side the village that had to be crowded with warriors. He saw that a line of six men formed the group, and that they were galloping side by side. They were wearing black armours and riding black horses. He waited for them keeping steady, hoisting his spear and brandishing his sword. It was clear that the six marauders saw him and were heading for him. The horses trampling made the ground vibrate. They were incredibly fast, it would have possibly been useless trying to run away, and anyway it was not Axel who can think to flee. The six men were howling at full lungs and they were a sight that would have frozen the blood in any man's veins, except Axel's.
The clash happened. Axel was incredibly strong, valiant, skilled and nimble. He transfixed an enemy with his spear, and knocked down on the ground a second one with his mace. To the third he sliced with a clean blow the head, so that his horse went on running before stopping with the beheaded body still on it. The last two were prancing around him to find his weak point and to kill him. Axel studied them and decided to attack the bigger one. He charged him with his axe and his sword. Just before the clash he threw the axe that hit the horse's head, so that the animal fell heavily on the ground and catapulted the warrior forward. Axel delivered a strong downward blow on the warrior who now came to the same end as his horse.
Axel prepared himself to face the last one who, careless of the slaughter of his comrades, flung himself against him yelling loudly. Axel calmly waited on his horse, and talked to him caressing his horses neck. The horse remained also still. When the warrior came in, rotating his sword, Axel embraced his horse neck and let him go down in a twine but, instead of mounting again on the saddle, he vigorously threw both legs towards his enemy, hitting him on his side and unseating him. As he hit him, he let himself go from his horse, so that he landed on his enemy. He at once pointed his sword at the other's neck. The enemy, falling from the horse, had lost his sword.
They looked at each other for a long time, both still. Then Axel, always keeping the other under the menace of his weapon, stood up backing up a step. Their eyes didn't leave each other not even for a moment. The fallen warrior started to slowly move, standing up, Axel's sword always pointing at his throat. The warrior took a step backwards and Axel didn't react - he thought that his adversary wanted to run away, and decided to let him go, anyway he continued to point at him with his sword, in defence.
The warrior took a second step backward then slowly let a hand slide along one of his trousers and raised the hand with a short dagger in it. Axel prepared himself for a new attack. The warrior took away his helmet - his head was all shaven, beside a quiff of long raven-black hair in the centre, tied with a knot. With a hand he seized his quiff, with the dagger cut off the quiff and threw on the ground, towards Axel, both the quiff and the dagger. The knight was looking at him, absorbed, asking himself what was passing through the head of his opponent, what was hidden behind his impenetrable black eyes, narrow like two horizontal slits.
The defeated enemy then untied his armour leather straps, took it out and threw it on the ground to his left. He took off a kind of black felt waistcoat and remained bare chest. Axel saw he was young, his strong chest was hairless, and his skin had an olive complexion. The youth untied a kind of bandage he had around his waist and put it on his armour, then opened his black breeches and took them out, so remaining totally naked in front of Axel, who noticed that he had a beautiful body, young but firm. He guessed that the young must be in his twenties. His soft member was hanging from a thick tuft of black hair, the only other hair on the youth's body were two small tufts in his armpits.
The youth kneeled down, put his face on the ground, on his left cheek, his arms folded in front of him, holding on to the ground. Axel thought it was a kind of surrender ritual and waited for the next move of the youth. This one remained still for a long time, then raised a his head and asked something.
"I don't understand you," Axel said in the language of that land.
Then the youth, shifting to that language that he spoke in an approximate way, asked, "You kill I or you take I your slave?"
Axel thought that it would have been a pity to kill such a beautiful, such a perfect body. But in his land nobody had ever been a slave. He could understand the concept, but not the full implication.
"I leave you free..." Axel said.
"Then you let I kill I, you let I use dagger?"
"Making a suicide? And why?"
"I finished, I cut hair. Or slave or kill."
Axel was nonplussed, all that seemed to him nonsense, but he felt the determination in the young man's voice.
"Well, then... I take you as my slave." he decided.
"Yes. I ready." the youth said and again put his cheek against the ground, shutting his eyes.
Axel understood - amongst the notions he had learned lately, there was one that came to his mind. When a warrior of that people made somebody a slave, be it a man or a woman, the first thing he did, as a sign of total domination, was to screw his arse - the slave was thus marked as his exclusive property. Axel looked at the nice little arse jutting up, and thought that after all it was not bad at all... Yes, he would "mark" him more than willingly.
He went at his back, kneeled down, raised his tunic - his member was already rising, just at the thought, hard and throbbing. He seized the young man's waist and drove his rod on the goal. He pushed strongly. He entered him less than a thumb, but that sphincter resistance was incredible - that young man was surely still virgin, down there... He pushed more strongly and his gland, sliding on the prepuce skin, started to slip into the so tight and inviolate hole. But the prepuce skin was now overturned and was pulling giving him pain, a sharp pain.
Axel stopped and withdrew. Took more saliva and lubricated first the hole then his rod, then tried again to penetrate that hot hole. He gathered his strength, held back his breath, seized vigorously the young man's waist and gave his loins a powerful forward stroke, sinking inside him half-length. He let go of a sigh, resumed his breath and gave a second formidable stroke, entering him totally. The young man didn't emit a sound, didn't try to escape him, didn't gave a jolt or wriggle... nothing, even though Axel could catch a glimpse of his contracted expression in a grimace of pain.
Then the knight started to screw him with vigour - he could feel that this was what the young man expected from him, as he would have done so, or possibly he already had done so many times to his slaves. He screwed that arse with vehemence, and this was giving him a weird pleasure, a feeling of power, of dominance, of mastery... he understood that the rite had a kind of value. The youth was accepting that hammering imposition keeping still, without a moan. As a real man, Axel thought with some feeling of respect.
The tight and hot hole together with the intensely hard thrusting of his cock took Axel a short time to the peak of the pleasure and he unloaded into his new slave's guts with an incredibly intense orgasm. He remained inside him for a while, still, waiting to regain the normal rhythm of his heart and his breathing. His member slowly withdrew, without him moving, from the slaving burning ass.
Axel stood up and tidied his tunic. He stood in front of the youth and said, "Stand up, now."
"Yes, master." the young man answered in a flat tone and obeyed.
"All that was yours or of your dead comrades now belongs to me, right? Gather the horses and anything of value, wear some clothes and follow me..."
The young man looked at him with a questioning expression and muttered, "I no understand all you words... master."
"What's your name?"
"I Tantas, master."
Axel looked at him and thought he was a really handsome young man, with a proportionate and strong body, desirable. He thought it was worth taking Tantas with him... and that to be able to communicate he had to drink his seed... But kneeling in front of him was unthinkable, dangerous and not so much... masterly. A man sucking another one is in a position of weakness, helpless... He so took the long sash of the youth, made him cross his wrists in his back and tied them strongly together then, with the remaining length, he also tied carefully his ankles. Raising him bodily he laid him down on his back. He then bent above him and started to suck his member.
He couldn't see the amazed and confused expression of the youth. He sucked him without worrying to give him the utmost pleasure - he just wanted to make him come fast and drink his fluid... They would eventually have other occasions for the pleasure. While sucking him, with a hand he teased the youth's nipples and with the other masturbated him. And soon he could drink in big gulps the lukewarm and rather sour liquid.
"That's done." he thought while standing up and waiting the effect of that drink.
He noticed that the youth was looking at him with wide eyes, an unbelieving expression, and asked himself what he could be thinking...
Soon he could start to analyze the thoughts, the memories of the youth up to that moment. And he understood - that proud people, those hard warriors, always fought in couples and, when they were far from their wagons the companion of each couple gave to the other relief sucking him; the oral sex was reserved only to the comrade, the anal to the slaves. When they were instead in their camp, the sexual intercourse was exclusively with their wives. They started to fight when they were fourteen, and after their first battle they married.
When Tantas saw Axel kill his comrade, decided to revenge him or to die. But he couldn't achieve either of the two possibilities, therefore to him, the life was ended - the ancestors' and heroes' spirits wouldn't take him with them, and he couldn't go back to his tribe without his comrade of arms. Axel also understood that the youth, accepting him as his master, would never rise a finger against him and that, to the contrary he was ready to give up his life for him... it had been useless to tie him... And his amazement for the oral sex was because only between comrades of arms, in his tribe, such a thing was done.
The youth was clever and was asking himself, just before reaching his orgasm, what value he could have amongst the people of his new master, the oral sex. All this Axel understood and many other things. Good. He now knew he just found a faithful servant...
"Tantas, wear some clothes, call the horses, gather the weapons and the belongings of your dead comrades and follow me." he said.
The youth widened his eyes, "But... but how, you speak perfectly the language of my tribe, master?"
Axel smiled; more or less everybody reacted in that way, after he drank from them.
He didn't answer and said, "Hurry up, I've already lost too much time!"
"Yes, master, forgive me, master!" the youth answered and busied himself to do what Axel ordered him.
All together it was a good booty - five horses, a slave, weapons, armours, several gold objects...
He resumed his journey and Tantas followed him, leading the other four horses that he had tied to his own. Axel was thinking - he would gradually make of him his companion, and a day he would also make him drink his seed, to fully involve him in his quest. He could feel that Tantas would become a precious companion, and also pleasurable in bed, when he lead him to discover that sex between men could be enjoyed in several ways... and also that putting it in the arse of a companion is not necessarily a sign of slavery, and that one can get to enjoy and desire it... Yes, the proud Tantas would find back his pride, remaining anyway devoted and faithful to him.
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THE SECOND YEAR - ALTMA AND BUGHAIL
Altma discovered quite soon the power he got drinking someone seed, but he found it the other way round.
It was not so long time that he was in the Lower-Hulig, in the kingdom of king Grunek. The night was falling; therefore he decided to stop somewhere to have some rest. He saw a secluded hayloft, almost empty, made of logs. He tied his horse, went inside the small building, spread his mantle and lied down to sleep, but he couldn't close eye.
Recalling the last group sex, quite an orgy, he became aroused - he raised his tunic and started to masturbate himself thinking it was a pity they were no more all together. He really enjoyed the way Harti had screwed him... He could complain about Jens, all the contrary... He was going on masturbating himself at these exciting memories, when he heard a noise.
He sat up and saw a shadow near him - the moon rays were cutting out the dark silhouette against the entrance opening. The shadow moved as stealing away. Altma with a jump was on the shadow and immobilised it. He felt under him a young, slim body. The other (the voice was of a boy) said something in an unknown language, in a begging tone. Altma bodily brought him near the entrance so that the moon rays light up his face - he was a young man more or less of his age, his eyes widened with fear, poorly clothed. He was going on to say something in a low voice, stammering scared.
The young knight, excited by his previous memories and now feeling under him that body, thought that the boy was desirable and the he could take profit of him... Sitting on his slightly panting chest, he raised his tunic end aimed his hard and straight member towards the other's face, raised the boy's head and brushed his peg on his prisoner's lips, with a libidinous and mischievous smile. The boy understood and, readily, parted his lips. Altma moved forward, sliding his butt on the boy's chest and slowly pushed all of it deep inside his mouth. The stranger started at once to suck him almost as his life depended on it... and soon Altma unloaded directly in his throat. Waiting to resume his normal breath, he remained still, panting, while his member was gradually softening still in the mouth that had ceased to suck.
He then stood up and said to the other, "Now undress and lie on my mantle. And don't try to run away! We have all the night to amuse ourselves..."
"Don't hurt me, sir. I was doing nothing bad; I was just looking for shelter where to rest for the night..." the other said in a querulous tone, without moving.
"But... are you from Niederhulig?" Altma asked, recognizing the accent.
"No, sir, I'm coming from far away... I came here to try my luck, as in my land there is famine..."
"So, then, how comes that you speak perfectly my language? And what language were you speaking, before?"
The other looked at him without understanding - he wasn't still aware he had spoken in another language. But then his eyes widened, looked at the knight and said, almost with awe, "You are Altma, just knighted by king Waltha..."
"How can you know this, if you are a stranger?" the knight asked, suspecting.
The other was visibly trembling, "I don't know... suddenly inside me I have memoirs that don't belong to me... and I now know about you and about the other five knights, and..."
At this point Altma understood. The potion they drank was still working. So the stranger could now understand his language and share all his memories... Surely it was because he drank his seed. That's convenient, the young knight thought.
"No, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a night of sex with you... You are skilled in giving head - you are not new to sex between men."
"No, sir. Since my childhood I gave myself to several man, to survive."
"But... do you like it?"
"With some men, yes, very much."
"Good. Then undress and come with me on my mantle..." the knight said, taking off his tunic in his turn.
After that encounter, Altma travelled, or to better say wandered, for more than one year, trying to discover the Land of the Great Priest.
He was riding on a narrow white country road, between two rows of fields where dozens of men and women were bending to hoe the ground preparing the land for sowing season. Altma knew that these country people were bound to the land - the owners, buying a plot of land, bought with it also the farmers... He also knew that in that land aristocrats and knights had the right to ask to a countryman or woman of their choice to give them sexual pleasure. For several days he couldn't relieve himself and he was feeling aroused. But he still didn't see anybody he liked.
Along the road he saw a young farmer coming toward him - he was wearing the short coat and the breeches characteristic of that people, made of old but strong cloth. Barefoot, he was carrying, balanced on his head, an earthen pitcher that seemed quite heavy. When the boy saw the horse approaching moved at the side of the road and put the pitcher on the ground, and when Altma was nearby, he deeply bowed. The knight had looked at him carefully - the boy was blond, slender but strong, and he liked him very much-
He stopped his horse and asked, with his natural command tone, "What's your name, farmer?"
"Bughahil, sir." the boy answered not surprised that the stranger (as he understood by his clothes) spoke perfectly his language.
"How old are you?"
"I think eighteen, sir."
He was three years younger than him... Also his voice was agreeable. "What are you carrying in that pitcher?"
"Water for my companions."
"I see. Well, I'm thirsty, give me some..."
"Here it is, sir." readily answered the boy, raising the pitcher.
Altma took it, raised it at his lips, drank and gave it back to him. Their eyes met and Altma felt conquered by the pure and serene blue of the farmer's eyes.
"You are a really beautiful boy..." he said.
"Thank you, sir. You are magnificent..." the boy said in a murmur and the knight noticed a light blush on his fair cheeks.
"Your body is beautiful, I want you."
"I'm at your service."
The boy answered and the young knight felt it wasn't just a ritual answer - also the boy was attracted to him, and was willingly offering himself.
"Take the water to your companions, then come back here."
"Straightaway, sir." the young farmer answered and went away, at a faster pace, Altma thought.
He dismounted his horse and sat to wait for him. He hadn't to wait too long a time - soon he saw the boy coming back almost running, and while he was approaching, a nice smile lightened his face, "I did my best not to have you wait too much... I told the others that our master was waiting for me"
"Where can we go to make love?" Altma asked, standing up.
"Also here it is good."
"Somebody can come..."
"The master's son always takes me in the field, in front of all the others, when he doesn't come in the night where we all sleep..."
"But do you like it?" Altma asked, spreading his mantle to use it as a blanket.
"Yes, even though not so much with the master's son, as he is violent. While he screws me, he bites me, pinches me, hurts me... I like it better when his cousin takes me... And you... your eyes are good, and you are so handsome and... and I think I will like it with you."
"What do you like to do?"
"I?" the boy asked after a short silence, surprised. "Nobody ever asked me, before now... Bah... everything. Provided it is a man... as women... I don't like it with women." he said and started to undress, seeing that Altma was already stripping himself. "And you, sir? Tell me how can I please you..." he asked looking with open admiration Altma's body now totally naked.
"I too like everything, especially with a beautiful boy like you."
"Nobody ever told me I'm beautiful, sir..." the boy said, lowering his eyes in confusion.
Altma lay down and taking the youth's hand pulled him down near him.
"Would you like better to screw my ass now, or do you prefer me to give you head before, sir?" the boy asked, raised on his elbow, and looking at him.
"Let's start touching, caressing each other." the knight said, now fully aroused.
He looked between the boy's legs and saw with pleasure that he too was fully aroused. He pulled the boy to him lying on a side and embraced him, crossing his legs with those of the boy. Their eyes were very close and Altma again felt lost in the blue of his irises. He approached his face and kissed Bughail. The boy at first seemed to resist him, his lips shut, but then let himself go, parted them and let the inquisitive tongue of the knight invade his mouth. After a while, doing as the foreigner knight, he started to move his tongue and they kissed deeply and for a long time.
When Altma parted from him, the boy emitted a long sigh and muttered, "Woooo! I didn't know that two men could also kiss... and that it is so good..."
Altma smiled. "Before making love I like to kiss and caress, so that the excitment and the desire gradually strengthen... It's more beautiful."
"I can believe you, sir." the boy said with a dreamy expression.
"And also afterwards, after the orgasm," the young man added, "it is good to kiss and to caress, waiting for the peace of the body."
"I didn't know - usually, up to now, they just screwed me, and it was all... in my mouth or in my arse... But in this way... it's different, it's beautiful..." Bughail admitted, persuaded.
Altma bowed down and sucked the young farmer's nipples and this one wriggled for the pleasure and wanted at once try to do it to the knight. The boy was a fast learner; he was greedy to learn.
When he felt that Altma was fully aroused, he whispered, "May I suck your cock, now, sir? So you can then push it all inside my arse, and screw me?"
"Yes..." the knight answered, smiling at the clear desire of the boy.
The farmer kneeled between the legs of the young man and started to lick his testicles, then the staff, all around and up, up, until, keeping it still with a hand, passed his tongue on the uncovered gland - he was skilled. He then leaned on it his lips and began to let it slip inside, going on to work it with his tongue, inside his warm mouth.
"While you suck me, caress my body as I'm doing to you..." Altma instructed him.
The boy readily complied. The knight shuddered, feeling prey of pleasure - undoubtedly the boy had a natural talent, a spontaneous sensibility he knew how to use.
He was about to ask him to stop when the boy straightened up, looked at him and asked him, with clear desire, "May I now take it in my arse, please?"
"Yes, of course."
"May I sit on it?"
"Do you like it better in that way?"
"At least I can look at you, sir. You're so beautiful..."
"All right, then."
The boy moved astride the young man's pelvis and lowered himself, leaned a hand at his back on the ground and moving his pelvis searched for the tip of the staff that was waiting throbbing. Altma guided it with his hand, until he felt the good warmth of the boy's hole. The young farmer felt the light, shuddering pressure and let himself go down in a stroke, bodily. Both emitted at once a pleasure moan, one feeling he was invaded, the other feeling he was received.
The boy's eyes were shining, he seemed happy. Instead of moving up and down as Altma was waiting, he began to rock his pelvis back and forth, left and right, making his hole throb. The feeling was wonderful for Altma. He smiled, prey to a strong sensual pleasure. The boy was balancing on his feet and now, with both hands, caressed the belly and the chest of the knight. Altma caressed his thighs, his sides, brushed his turgid nipples, caressed his erect member, gently kneaded his full testicles and the boy started to emit low moans of pleasure.
What excited Altma, besides the sensual tactile provocations, was the carefree joy with which the boy was busying himself to give him pleasure. He could feel that all Bughail's body was intent in pleasing him while getting pleasure from him. The lukewarm sun caressed their united bodies; birds were chirping whirling high in the sky and all around was peaceful scene. The boy's body was possibly a little too thin, but really beautiful, especially now in the abandon of the sexual act.
"Are you liking it, sir?" Bughail asked in a whisper.
"Yes, very much. Because I can feel that you too are enjoying it."
"Oh yes... It's a pity that you are not my master, sir..."
"Would you like?"
"I would be happy. With the others at time it is good, but with you it is special, sir!" the boy said with enthusiasm.
"I want to kiss you while I take you," suddenly said Altma sitting up. "Embrace me tight, I don't want to slip out of you. So, good. Now circle my waist with your legs... Very good..." he said and, folding his legs under himself, he slowly raised on his knees, then bent down to have the boy lie with his back on the mantle.
He settled himself, bent down embracing him and kissed him, then started to move inside him, back and forth. Bughail moaned and his eyes were laughing with happiness. Altma was feeling incredibly attracted to that boy, he wanted him, and not just for one time. He moved inside him for a long time, back and forth, back and forth, kissing, caressing, and savouring him. The boy was keeping his legs totally spread and high towards his chest to give him full access and was shuddering and moaning with happiness under him. The boy's happiness was infectious.
All of Altma's body intensely trembled, "I'm going to give you my seed, boy..."
"Yes..."
Altma stiffened, shuddering even more strongly, "I'm going to fill you..."
"Oh, yes..."
The knight pushed himself deeper into the boy, with all his strength, "Here, I'm... I'm... coooooming!"
"Yeeesss!" and the orgasm flowered, suddenly, luminous, strong, hot, intense, and long...
The young knight went limp on the fresh and young body of the boy, panting, and they kissed and caressed again. Altma was feeling the member still hard of the boy cock between their bellies. When he recovered his strength, he slipped down on the boy's body until he reached with the lips the boy's member - he started to lick and suck it with passion. He wanted not only give pleasure to that splendid boy, but also drink his seed to get to know him intimately and see if he could make of him his companion, as he had hoped and desired.
"Oh, sir... You... to me?" the boy asked, amazed.
Altma didn't answer and went on, until his effort were paid back and he could quench his thirst at that pure spring of lust.
When he shot his last jet in the warm mouth, the boy all of a sudden relaxed breathing deeply, his eyes closed, a blessed expression on his face. Altma kissed him on the mouth. Meanwhile the boy's seed in him was having the awaited effect. So the knight explored, fascinated, his new knowledge of the boy, and he liked him more and more.
"Bughail, I want you with me, forever."
"It would be great, sir, but I belong to the land."
"Can't I buy you?"
"No, I belong to the land, sir. Only who buys the land can have me."
"Then... run away with me, become my companion. Other farm men ran away, I know it. Run away with me and get your freedom, and if you want, become mine."
"I would love belonging to you, sir, but if I'm caught, I will be killed..."
"I will protect you."
The boy became silent, his smile seemed to fade away, but then bloomed again, "Yes, I am ready... At last, until they don't kill me, I will be yours, sir!"
"Nobody will kill you, Bughail, you have my word. And don't call me sir any more, call me Altma." the young man said him standing up and, giving him a hand to stand up. "Leave those servant's clothes, I'll give you one of my clothes. You will ride on my horse, at least until we can get another one!"
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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