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 9 - THE SEVENTH YEAR - THE REUNION
After Alfeo drank the last drop of seed from the handsome knight, he lay his head down on the knight's chest and let out a satisfied sigh. Jens tenderly caressed him, waiting.
Suddenly the boy raised his head, and looked at him with eyes filled with amazement, "I can read your thoughts!" he murmured with reverent awe.
"Not really... you are not feeling what I'm thinking, but you are just getting to know my memories. It is a little different..."
"But... but how is this possible? Is it a miracle?"
"I don't know if we can call it so... in my country we rather call it magic. White magic."
"But isn't magic a bad thing?"
"I don't think so."
"You..." suddenly Alfeo said widening his eyes, where was fluttering a mixture of incredulity, surprise and joy, "... you would like to take me with you..."
"Yes. But would you come?"
"If you promised to love me... yes. I would come with you to the end of the world. If you could love me..." the boy then corrected himself.
"I think it would be difficult not to love you, from what I know about you..."
"But you still know me too little. I don't know if you would like me..." he started to say then, as if a sudden thought flashed in his head, under his dark, rebel hair, he asked, "If you... if you drank from me, you would know me totally, isn't it so?"
"Certainly yes. You would have no more secrets from me."
"Then... then drink from me, please. Then decide if you really want me with you."
"And if I wanted you?"
"I would follow you to the end of the world, as I just said."
"All right, as you wish." Jens said with gentleness, sitting up.
The boy kneeled in front of him, stretching out towards him his beautiful, erect, young member. Jens perceived that that gesture was way different from what it could seem to stranger eyes - the boy wasn't offering him his member to get pleasured, but was offering him his soul, totally. He was putting himself totally in his hands. Jens felt moved.
With religious and reverent care, he started to lick and suck that young and fresh flesh, hard and silky, to give him the utmost pleasure. Meanwhile his large hands leaned, assured and strong, on the novice's small, sinewy and firm buttocks, kneading them with pleasure.
Alfeo closed his eyes and started to moan in a low voice and, in a short while, stiffened, almost as to block the final explosion, as to lengthen those moments of joy, but couldn't stand it and finally abandoned himself to the compelling orgasm. Jens drank almost with gluttony the boy's gift. When all was over, he took the boy, hugged him and lay down with him the bed, waiting for the magic to work.
What he saw, what he got to know, enchanted him. That boy was delightful. He was thirsty for love, for his love. He would have liked to give himself totally to him, be totally his, and only the fear to be used and forgotten held him back. Jens looked in his eyes, and then kissed him, deeply, tenderly.
Then, keeping the boy's face between his hands, he looked into the depths of his soul and whispered, moved, "I want you, I want you to be mine... I want to give you all my love... I want to be loved by you... Do you accept, Alfeo?"
The boy's eyes filled with tears, but his face sweetly smiled, "I'm here, I'm yours. I love you!" he said then moving closer to him, almost in a prayerful tone, like an invocation that springs from the deepest corner of the heart, he said, "Take me, make me yours, let me feel you inside me, Jens, please!"
"Yes, my sweetheart, here I am..." Jens muttered, moved, as he finally found true love.
Alfeo opened to welcome him, and Jens went inside him, slow and as solemn as that moment was, and on their faces bloomed a radiant smile full of joy and pleasure.
"Do you feel me, my beautiful boy?"
"Oh yes, I'm feeling you... It's too beautiful... I'm yours, my beloved?"
"Yes, you are all mine, and I am all yours."
"Yes... and it is divine, it can't be a sin. I now feel complete... I now feel like a man even though I'm still a boy, I now feel at peace with the life and with the world."
"I love you, Alfeo." Jens said, moving inside him with a sweet transport.
They spent all the night together, going on to make love, never sated. Also Jens wanted him inside. The fourteen years of difference ceased to exist, they really were feeling to be one only thing. The balmy scents from the garden were permeating the room through the open window consecrated their union. The first sunrays found them still kissing, inebriated with joy.
"Let's dress, my beloved. I'll take you away from here. No... put that black coat in my sack and wear rather this tunic. By all the gods, how beautiful you are, Alfeo!"
"You are beautiful... my spouse!" the boy answered radiant, hugging him. "Let's go. Let's go out through the garden's door, so nobody will ask me questions..." the young novice suggested.
Thy reached the port without obstacles. Jens asked to several sailors, until he found who could transport them to the continent. Standing on the deck of the wide boat, their hair ruffled by the wind, the two, hand in hand, looked at the new land slowly approaching.
Landed in Scylla and paid the ferryman, they mounted the horse and took the road to the north.
"It's good to know everything about the other one, Jens, isn't it? Everything, really everything..."
"Yes, it is very good. I think that no couple ever experienced such a rapture. You are me, and I am you, for real!"
They rode quietly, often stopping to just enjoy the landscape and the mutual closeness, to rest, to nourish the body drinking and eating, and to nourish their souls making love. After a few days they reached Mileto.
All of a sudden Alfeo exclaimed, addressing to a man, "But you... you are Axel!"
The man turned and looked at him with a questioning look, "When did we meet? I can't remember you..."
Alfeo smiled, "We never met, but I know you - I am the lover and squire of Jens, and found you in his memories."
Axel lightened up, "Jens? Where is he now?"
"Not far. Come, I'll take you to meet him, he will be glad to see you again."
"Yes, I too will be glad... the curse is then ended... we shall meet also the others... Ah, and here is Tantas, my... squire and friend."
Alfeo and Tantas looked and smiled at each other. Tantas was a young man of twenty-five, he grew up really beautifully and physically resembled Axel, even though retaining his oriental features. Alfeo guided them to Jens and observed with pleasure the joy of their reunion.
"They are beautiful, aren't they?" he said to Tantas.
"Yes, they are. We have been lucky having met them. Is Jens your lover?"
"Yes, and Axel is yours, isn't he?"
"Not really - in his heart remains his Derk... He is fond of me, I have to admit, but his only love is Derk... you too should know that."
"Yes, you are right, I know. So, then, he didn't change..."
"Not at all."
"This makes you sorry?"
"Absolutely not. To me his friendship, and having been with him up to now, is enough. It has been very good also making love with him. I always knew that our relationship would end the day he will be reunited with his Derk."
"It's funny, isn't it? We know all six of them, even though they still don't know us."
"Yes. Don't you think that Axel and your Jens resemble each other?"
"Of course, as they are the first who drank from each other. You too resemble Axel, therefore I too will gradually come to resemble Jens... and eventually all the others."
"We all are like brothers."
"Yes, indeed we are." Alfeo concluded.
All four celebrated together. After a rest at the inn where Alfeo and Tantas were lodging, the four resumed their way. They knew that now, sooner or later, they would meet all the others. As it happened.
When they reached Amantea, they met Kimon with his Floriano, who had just landed from a byzantine ship. They were wearing identical clothes, almost to underline they belonged to each other. Only the somatic features distinguished them, for the rest they would seem twins. Also their age, Kimon twenty-five and Floriano twenty, didn't seem different, as the first seemed younger and the second more mature.
In Maratea they found Altma with Bughail. They also, respectively twenty-six and twenty-two years old, seemed to be twins. It was evident they were deeply in love. Each of them narrated to the others his story; as, almost for a silent agreement, each preferred to make love only with his own companion, Jens felt he had to exclude himself from Altma for he was in love with Alfeo, but the young knight answered him that everything was just perfect, because he, in his turn, was crazily in love with his beautiful Bughail.
Tantas seemed to become more and more taciturn, but Axel one evening, in front of all their friends, said, "You know, I for ever love my Derk, and feel that he too is still in love with me. But I swear that you will forever be my best friend, the most important one, because of all we shared in these years. Don't be sad, then."
Tantas had a sad smile, "I really thank you but... it is not because of you that I'm feeling sad, you should know it..."
"Yes, I know - you're afraid not to find your lover, you're afraid to not be able to content yourself with somebody different... And yet, I feel you will find, in my Derk's companion, the perfect match for you. Whoever he could be. If I chose you, and if Derk chose whomever he chose, it means that you two will be right for each other. Be confidant, Tantas. Someone up there, the name we give him is not important, is watching on us, on all the twelve of us. We are at this point bound for all the life. You know it."
"Yes, forgive me..."
"A friend has never to ask for forgiveness from a friend, especially when the friendship is deep as our is."
They reached Salerno. Here, as they found a good inn, they decided to stop for a few days. They visited the beautiful and ancient town. A local lord, made curious the group of eight men so heterogeneous for their clothes and features and yet so similar for their physical aspect, gait, and the light in their eyes, invited them for dinner at his place to entertain them. After the meal he gave to each of them a rich gift, then invited them to accompany him to the port to wait for the ship that was bringing home his elder son, who was coming back from the imperial court. In reality his son had decided to visit the North Africa before returning home, so the ship was coming from Tunis.
They saw the Moorish ship land. The aristocrat's son got off and, just after him, with surprise and joy of the octet, also Harti with his Nikolaos got off. Harti, the older of them all, was now thirty-four years old and Nikos was nineteen. They gave each other a hearty welcome and the aristocrat invited them again for supper. Harti and Kimon made clear their respective choices, as did several days before Jens and Altma, without problems. Alfeo, Tantas, Floriano and Nikos became friends at once, perfectly.
The aristocrat wanted all of them to be his guests for several days and organised in their honour hunting games, parties, and shows. The fame of their enterprise spread in the town and surroundings and all the nobility was in contest to meet them and lavish them with gifts. But finally they decided to resume their quest. It was then the beginning of winter. They said farewell to their exquisite host and resumed the journey.
They reached Neapolis. Here Flaviano fell ill, so they decided to stop there and to wait for his recovery. They called the best Greek doctors and had him cared for, lovingly assisting him in turns, even though Kimon didn't want to part from his bedside. They spent in Neapolis all the winter. They had rented a house where they lived as brothers.
The first hints of spring were in the air, and Floriano, convalescent, started to do short walks out of their house. All ten went to the market to sell some of their goods to buy what they needed to resume their journey, when a brawling broke out. Made curious, Nikos went to see what it was about. An aristocrat, for some unknown reason, picked a quarrel with two strangers, and men of arms at his orders, surrounded them. The two foreigners were valiantly and vigorously defending themselves. Nikos, all of a sudden, recognized one of the two foreigners - he was Derk! He at once called the others and all went to give help to their companion. The men of arms, at that point, ran away, and the aristocrat with them.
The ten companions festively gathered around Derk who introduced them Kossur, the boy who was now eighteen years old. Then Axel and Derk embraced and kissed passionately and for a long time, hidden to the passerby glances by the wall of bodies of their friends.
"How much did I miss you, Axel!" Derk sighed.
"Yes, and I you!" They didn't need to declare their mutual love as their bodies were expressing it in an unmistakeable way.
"Let's go back home!" Harti proposed, and all of them went, in a merry group.
Tantas was at the back, where he sided Kossur.
"We two don't still know each other, and yet we have so much in common..." Tantas said, a hint of hope in his voice, to that boy who was seven years his junior.
Kossur nodded, "We have loved the two lovers... and now we are alone." he said, but without sadness.
"We could..." Tantas started to say, but stopped, hesitant, looking at the other in the eyes.
"Yes, we can..." Kossur gently answered. "In me there is something of the Axel you got to know and to love, and in you there is something of the Derk I met and loved without hope... it can work."
"I hope so..." answered the proud young man with a hint of voice, feeling almost like a child.
Kossur stretched out a hand and took Tantas' hand.
The latter squeezed it with gratitude and started to feel less lonely. "You are really beautiful, Kossur."
"You too, Tantas, Your eyes are so proud, but so sweet."
"And yours are so pure and so full of passion."
"I would like to savour the taste of your lips..." Kossur whispered.
"At home, in a short while... I desire you, Kossur."
"And I you... I feel we will learn to love each other.
"It will not be difficult at all..." Tantas answered, and they squeezed with tenderness each other hands.
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THE LAND OF THE GREAT PRIEST
As they were at home, while all the others were celebrating, Tantas lead Kossur into a withdrawn room. Their friends noticed that and smiled, gladly.
"Tantas, you... you really want..."
"We are now part of them, with an indissoluble bond. And if they chose us, it is our destiny we two become a couple. We have just to learn to know, to appreciate, to love each other..."
"But you... do you desire me?"
"Yes, I desire you, my sweet Kossur. And you?"
"As soon as my eyes met yours, I felt fascinated by you. May I undress you?"
"And I you!" the young man answered with a smile.
Kossur felt a shudder of pleasure run through him at that glance. And he felt a stronger pleasure quiver when his companion's hands leaned on his body. They were soon naked, one in front of the other, admiring each other, and their members rose to meet each other, building like a bridge of emotions between their bodies.
"Come..." Tantas whispered, pulling him towards the bed.
"Yes..." the boy sighed, shuddering once more.
"Who knows if the magic of the seed still works, now that all are reunited again?" the young man asked, more to himself than to his companion.
"We have just to try..." Kossur answered turning to unite with him in a sixty-nine.
He thought that his member, even though so different from that of Derk, was really beautiful, desirable. Even if the magic didn't work, he wanted to give to the other the best of himself, he wanted to raise in him the highest pleasure his body could be able to give.
They united almost at once, and began the mysterious journey together. They had just met, and yet they didn't feel strangers. They inhaled each other's scent, greedy to know, to please each other. They were in contest to give each other pleasure. They couldn't yet call it love, but... what they had just entered was the main road leading to love, and both were conscious and happy for that. They sucked, licked, and titillated each other until they felt that the companion was in the seventh heaven. Each of them was only caring to give, each of them was grateful to receive. They had had wonderful masters, and they had been perfect pupils.
Finally they quenched their thirst, one at the spring of the other, with long sips, appreciating for the first time each other's taste. Jet after jet, flow after flow, drop after drop.
When they finally parted, almost reluctantly, Kossur turned around and Tantas took him in his arms, they hugged and kissed, sated and happy. The caressed each other and kissed again, while their bodies were gradually relaxing.
All of a sudden Tantas hugged him more strongly and said, in a moved tone, "Oh, my poor Kossur, what an unhappy childhood you had!"
"But I am happy, now - how beautiful you are, Tantas... now that I really know you, you seem even more beautiful to me..."
"It worked!" the young man exclaimed, suddenly becoming aware of what had just happened.
"Yes, and I believe that you really are the person I always dreamed about."
"More than Derk?" Tantas asked almost amazed, but full of hope.
"It seems impossible even to me and yet... and yet much more than Derk, and this is all said!"
"I adore you, my sweet Kossur! You too seem made to measure for me. I never felt such a joy in all my life like in this moment... oh, really, you were really destined to me, and I to you. And the life, the destiny, the gods... made us finally meet. My life is yours, Kossur. You can make of me anything you like."
"And mine is yours, Tantas. I belong to you, soul, body, mind, spirit, and heart."
"Do you mean that you love me?"
"Certainly so, as I can feel your love. Don't you feel mine?"
"Sure... But I would also feel your body inside mine."
"And I yours. Do you think that the others will be surprised not seeing us around for a while?"
"On the contrary, I think that the longer we will miss the company, the more they will be happy for us... Tame me, now, Kossur, enter in me, please, then I will make you my gift."
"With pleasure, my wonderful man."
Tantas placed his ankles on the boy's shoulders and so offered himself with a smile full of passion. Kossur pushed himself inside him, feeling desired, wanted, awaited. Yes, he undoubtedly was his man - he was finally going back home, in the home of joy and pleasure where he belonged, for which he had been conceived eighteen years before.
"Here I am, my beloved, I'm here for you..." he sighed when he was totally immersed in the sweet love channel.
He started his dance of joy and passion, accompanied and urged on by the beautiful young man. They hugged, kissed, and caressed oblivious of everything and everyone - Only they existed in the universe, only their dawning love was shining. Tantas became aware that all his life long he just yearned for that lover, strong in his sweetness, tender in his passion. Kossur was making him feel precious, had the power to soothe his most hidden anxieties, to make him feel alive and serene, as he never felt before.
When finally Kossur gave to his lover all his young energy with long and passionate pushes, he parted from him, lay on his back and almost with urgency, his voice broken with emotion, begged his companion to take him. Tantas rose on top of him, beautiful as a half-god, and entered his sanctuary. The boy felt the strong member slip inside him and fill him, and understood that all his life he just waited for that moment.
The instinct of the prairie resurfaced in Tantas and he took his beloved with joyous vigour. All the boy's body was shaken by the vigorous thrusting, and Kossur felt incredibly happy. His member that had softened after the intense enjoyment he had just experienced, stood up again, throbbing and strong, thanks to the intensity of that ride, so wild and yet so filled with a tender love. Yes, Tantas knew exactly what he needed in his depth - not the rough violence of the soldiers, but the fiery and virile passion of a lover.
They were really made for each other. Their eyes were laughing with joy, their mouths were insatiably searching each other, and their bodies were tightly brushing against each other with increasing passion.
When Tantas finally let himself go, and sprayed his lovers depths with his seed, he said, looking him in the eyes, "I love you, Kossur!"
"Yes, I too love you!"
"I... I would quite restart all now but... but we have all our life in front of us. We will possibly do better if we go to tell our friends all our joy..." Tantas said, regretfully parting from him.
"I think you are right. Let's go."
They got off of the bed upset by their impetuous passion and, still naked, without worrying, holding each other hand, reached the others who were still together in the wide kitchen. As they saw the couple come, they all welcomed them with joyous ovations.
They kissed in front of all their friends then Kossur, asking for some silence, said to Derk, "I thought I had been lucky, and was happy, because you freed me from those soldiers. But I didn't understand that in reality you were taking me to him... I will forever feel grateful to you, Derk, forever and ever!"
"I too didn't know, but evidently this was what the fate planned. I am really happy for you, my dear friend." Derk said.
Then spoke Tantas, "Axel, I was silly to be sad, that day, and your words were wise and true. You, after that battle, not only spared my life but, taking me with you, made possible this encounter, and lead me to my true love. Never a defeat has been more beautiful and lucky. I'm indebted with you twice. Know that you can totally count on me, on my life."
"Thank you my dear Tantas, We all know we can unconditionally count on each other, Even though love unites us in couples, we twelve are now one only thing. Blessed be our king for sending us to this quest."
"Our king, the good Waltha - I'm longing to meet him as, even if he still doesn't know, in my heart I swore him loyalty for having sent to me my Harti." Nikos said.
"This is true for all of us." Bughail said, happily.
"Let's have a toast for our king, Waltha!" Floriano proposed.
"Long life, prosperity and health. Happiness, power and glory to king Waltha!" Alfeo proclaimed, raising his cup.
Everybody united in the toast.
They decided to resume their journey. They put together all their goods, booties, gifts and purchases, and decided that each would keep only the essential selling all the rest in order to travel lighter and faster, sharing in equal parts the gold they would earn. When they were finally ready, they left. It was a mild morning of spring; the New Year had just started when they left at their back the city of Neapolis, aiming towards the Land of the Great Priest - Rome!
Along the way the locals stopped to admire these twelve champions parade along the ancient Roman road, in old times ran through by the legions of the fallen Roman Empire. It was emanating from them, from the older one, the thirty-four years old Harti, to the younger one, the seventeen years old Alfeo, a force, a self-assuredness, a pride that demanded respect.
Several local lords, along their journey, welcomed them in their mansions. When they finally reached the gates of the Eternal City, a large formation of men of arms, lead by a noble man and by a prelate, was waiting for them. Their fame had preceded them.
"The Bishop of Rome is waiting for you in the Lateran Palace." the prelate said to them without even asking them who they were.
The men of arms escorted them and the twelve friends were aware that it was an honour escort. Along the streets of the ancient city, the people observed them pass with silent amazement - never were seen before so beautiful and so strong knights.
As they reached the Lateran Palace, some servants took care of their horses, while other servants accompanied them to their rooms. An entire wing had been reserved to them and guards of honour were on duty out of the door of their corridor, so that inside they had full freedom and intimacy. Servants had prepared a warm and scented bath. Afterwards the servant gave them special clothes, then food and drinks. As they had refreshment and had rested, they were finally admitted into the presence of the Pope.
After the ritual greetings, the Pope said, "We know that you came here from a far land to find the iron crown and to take it to your king. The crown was taken away eighty-four years ago but, according to the prophecies' exegetes, it will be back here on the next Holy Thursday... and, always according to the prophecies, it will be found again on the day after Easter, but that in four days it will be back in Rome... Each time when the crown comes back, I don't know if you are aware, it means that the king who assumed this crown, or his successor, is dead... as he was unworthy to have it. Do you want all the same bring it to your king?"
Harti spoke on behalf of all of them, "We know for sure that our king is good, and fair, and worthy. Either the prophecy interpretation is wrong, or the cause of the crown's return is another. We are not afraid for our king. Tell us, pray, where the crown is kept, so that we can recover it and take it to our king."
"The faith you place in your king honours both him and you. But I don't know where the crown is. Rome is full of mysterious and unknown caves. If you are deemed to have it, I am sure you will find it. Anyway you have to search for it alone, I cannot help you. But I will surely not hamper you."
"We thank you for your welcome and for these words. The day you said, we will come to you to say farewell, bringing with us the crown. Blessed be, Pope of Rome."
"The blessing of God be on you twelve... You are twelve like the Apostles, twelve like the year's months, and twelve like the day's hours and like the night's hours... Go in peace."
That was, as it had been explained to them, the official leave. They bowed and went back to their quarters. After the supper, they discussed how they had to start the last part of their quest. Then they withdrew into their rooms, of course using only six of them.
Altma and Bughail undressed in haste, filled with desire, and lay on the wide and soft bed.
After a while they were kissing and caressing in the long foreplay they both loved, Altma said, "Bugha... did you notice how the guard of honour at the last door was looking at us?"
His lover giggled, "Yes. He literally undressed us with his eyes... and I did it, to tell you then truth - he really is a handsome young man."
"Yes, I too like him. Would you like a threesome with him?"
"You know that I never step back, Altma."
"Then, wear something and go to talk with him, and see if you can get him here..." Altma suggested, aroused at the idea.
Bughail eyes shone, he got up and wore a short tunic. He took one of the lanterns, quickly passed the corridor and opened the door to the antechamber of their quarters. There was the guard, who at once stood up, straight.
Bughail looked at him from head to toe, then asked, "What's your name?"
The guard, somewhat surprised at that question, dryly answered, "I am Octavius Columna."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four, sir."
"Ah. You are really well built, to be so young."
"Never as much as you, noble knight..."
Bughail smiled, and then asked, "Do you have to stay here all night long?"
"Yes... I will have the shift at dawn."
"You have to be tired, all the time standing at this door..." he said, drawing nearer to him.
"I am accustomed to this; it is my duty."
"Why don't you come in to lie down for a while... to have some rest?" he asked, leaning a hand on his hand that was on his sword's hilt, and lightly caressing it.
The Roman looked him straight in the eyes and said, in a low voice, "I would be more than willing, but I cannot leave my place..."
"But behind that door there are two more guards, and at the door further out four guards... and it is night; who can come?"
"But if by chance it was discovered..." the young man said hesitantly, while his eyes were lighting with desire, as Bughail hand, slipping away from his hand, went down to grope, lightly but daringly, between the guard's legs.
"We will say that... that I felt ill and asked your help... come..."
"But..." the young man said in a last attempt to resist him.
"Don't you like me, possibly?" Bughail asked, provoking, passing an arm around his waist and pulling him against his body.
Their erections met trough the clothes and throbbed one against the other. "Yes... to die for..." Octavius whispered feeling his head ablaze, and their mouths met, greedily.
When they parted, the Roman was trembling from head to toe.
"Come..." Bughail repeated.
"Yes..." the guard shuddered, his eyes filled with lust.
Bughail took his lantern and silently guided him to his room. When Octavius entered, saw Altma naked on the bed, his member fully erect, and emitted like a sob.
"Welcome..." Altma said, with a smile.
Bughail was already unfastening the belt sustaining his sword. The young Roman started to undress, in silence and quickly, his eyes riveted on the powerful and beautiful body of Altma. Bughail quickly took off his short tunic and, now naked he too, helped Octavius to take off his last clothes. The member of the Roman was already hard, pointing up to his navel, and leaving so fully visible the full bag of his firm eggs.
Without needing to be invited, the handsome Roman went near the bed, kneeled on it between Altma's legs and started to lick and suck with greediness his member. Bughail at his back, rummaged with his tongue in the buttocks crack, searching for his hidden hole. Octavius raised a little more his pelvis and spread his knees, to give him more room. Bughail tongue found the throbbing hole and while, his hands slipped between the Roman's thighs was gently groping his testicles and feeling his member, started to push the tip of his tongue inside the guard's sphincter, evidently not at all new to such intrusions. Octavius moaned, going on to suck Altma's member with increased will, while his hands swept all over the knight's body.
Bughail thought he had wet enough that greedy hole and, leaning on the Roman, whispered, "Which one do you want inside there, mine or that of my friend's?"
"Both of them!" the Roman muttered, excited.
"Then I will go first, so I'll prepare you to take Altma as his is bigger than mine..." Bughail said and started to push.
"Ahhh... push harder! Fuck me, go on!" the Roman moaned.
Bughail gave a big stroke, making Octavius fall on top of Altma, and as Bughail fell on top of him, all of his cock was swallowed by the Roman's hot channel. Altma hugged tight the handsome Roman, and kissed him, fucking his mouth with his tongue. Octavius was in frenzy.
"We are going to make you pass an unforgettable night!" Altma told him when it came his turn to penetrate Octavius.
"Oh, yes..." the Roman moaned feeling in paradise, and welcoming in him the strong and big erection of the knight into his channel already slippery from the copious load of seed just deposited there by Bughail.
This latter, lying in front of the handsome Roman, started to suck with a great pleasure his hose ready to burst, while Altma was riding his firm little arse, that was for a long time no more virgin. Bughail was waiting with curiosity the Roman's orgasm - who knows if the seed magic was still working?
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10
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