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The Prince - Part Three
After traveling only a few more hours on the high road, Bradbury led the horse with Morien riding it off the road and moved into the great tall shadows of the dense forest. Bradbury had quickened their pace on this final day of their journey, and spoke but little, and he always was mindful of their surroundings, carefully watching and listening.
Morien watched also, but for what, he knew not, as Bradbury would not answer his inquiries. It grew colder as the sun began its plunge into the western sky, and Morien shivered now and then under his cloak as the icy wind found a way to slip its fingers under his clothing.
"Are you cold?" Bradbury whispered, as he turned and halted the horse.
"Yes."
Bradbury then mounted the horse too, with Morien sitting in front of him. He wrapped Morien in his cloak. Morien leaned back and sighed as he felt the welcome warmth of Bradbury's body seep into his tired body.
"Only a small distance yet," Bradbury breathed, "We must go as quietly as possible, and you must stay next to me at all times."
"I will do as you say."
While Morien was yet speaking, a thick, chilly fog had enveloped them. Bradbury did not seem surprised or dismayed, and he directed the horse forward on their course with a directness that indicated he knew the correct course.
It grew colder, and the two men and the horse were buffeted by sudden, savages gusts of icy wind that smelled of the frozen parts of winter, though it was only early fall. The sun was shut out from time to time, its rays unable to penetrate the thick haze.
Morien grew tired, and leaning his head back on Bradbury's chest, he dozed off as the horse walked onwards.
After what seemed like several hours of fitful sleep, Morien awoke with a start. The horse had stopped, and from behind him he felt Bradbury's hand reach up and then pull the hood of his cloak off his head.
The fog was gone. They were halted at the top of a long green ridge that was dotted with mulberry thickets and tall, sprawling oaks towered above them. There was almost no light left from the flaring remnants of the sun, but still there was a fading beam that covered the valley below them in an purple-orange fire, setting the swift stream there yet visible aflame with changing light. And far off, near where the hills covered the last light in a deep black blanket, a rainbow glistened and danced above a small waterfall that flamed from the darkness into the last veil of the crimson day, fading quickly over the woods and distant mountains. Next to an opposite ridge, well situated on rising ground, was an imposing building, Which Morien guessed to be their destination. Lights appeared in some of the windows. The building appeared to be of ancient make, with gray stone that was etched and worn with the passing of time. A tall stone wall enclosed the area of the grounds immediately around the hall, with great iron gates in the front, which stood open.
Both Bradbury and Morien watched quietly, without speaking, as darkness faded, and night came softly down. Stars appeared, flickering on as dark unveiled its curling robes, first two or three, then the sky was filled with their distant fires, lighting their way down to the great hall almost as surely as if it were midmorning.
Presently, they approached the right side of the hall, where the structures there were diminished in size, in comparison to the main structure of the hall itself and Morien could see stables off in the distance behind the hall. As they approached, a door opened in the side of one of the smaller structures and a man stepped forward holding a lamp as Bradbury brought the horse to a halt.
"Well met, my old friend Bradbury," the man said in a kind, welcoming voice as he came closer.
"How are you, Greyflower?" Bradbury asked as he dismounted.
"I am very well, I thank you sir."
Bradbury helped the stiff and travel worn Morien off the horse.
"And you must be Morien?" Greyflower looked at Morien kindly.
"Yes I am sir," Morien replied respectfully. He looked at Greyflower and found that though Greyflower was evidently on the wrong side of 50, he was yet a handsome man, and had a pleasing manner and voice.
"You must be frozen, and starved besides, or I know nothing of Bradbury's traveling habits," Greyflower said laughingly with a wink at Bradbury. "Come, you both need to bathe, and then some clean clothes and we will find you a meal."
Morien followed Greyflower as he led the way into the building and then he found himself seated in front of a warm fire, with a mug of strong tea and a small board set beside him on a small table laden with a generous amount of cheese and bread.
"I'm going see about having a fire lit in your room," Greyflower said kindly, "You warm yourself and eat that food. I'll be back for you soon."
Morien really was hungry, and gratefully attacked the food. Bradbury had left the room, but came back just as Morien finished his tea.
"Better?" Bradbury inquired.
"Oh yes, thank you."
"Ready for a bath then?"
"Yes, I am."
"Come."
Bradbury led the way down a wide corridor that led behind the greater part of the hall, and then it had stairs, as the ground sloped downwards now. Morien could hear splashing water and could smell the humidity of warm water.
They turned a corner in the corridor and Morien found that they were now in a building that housed a large pool of steaming water. It had tall columns all the way around that supported the lofty roof, and there were benches and tables arranged around the pool, which had wide steps leading down into it.
Greyflower appeared behind them, his arms full of fresh clothing.
"Ah, just in time I see," Greyflower commented, then placed the clothing in neat stacks on a nearby table. "I might as well bathe too."
Bradbury began stripping off his clothing, and, following his cue, Morien did likewise, they both left them on a bench. Then, using the steps, they stepped into the welcoming warmth of the water, closely followed by Greyflower. Though he had been determined to be polite, Morien could not stop himself from glancing quickly at Greyflower's genitals as he entered the pool, but as he did so, he noticed that Greyflower had watched him look, and then Greyflower nodded at Bradbury, as if acknowledging something.
The three men sat on a bench near the edge, and soaked up the warmth of the waters, which Greyflower explained came from a natural spring. The spring had been discovered by the Romans, who were fond of communal bath houses, and that the first house on the site had been built by a Roman general long dead and forgotten.
Presently, Greyflower took some leaves and then helped Morien wash his long hair, while Bradbury helped his scrub his hands and nails clean, and rubbed his feet under the water. Greyflower finished washing his hair, then after Morien had dunked under the water to rinse it, Greyflower began to massage Morien's shoulders. As he did so, he slid over on the bench until he was behind Morien, and Morien could feel Greyflower's erection pressing into his flank from time-to-time.
Morien, though becoming more and more aroused himself, was anxious that he not do anything to offend Bradbury, and he reached out and touched Bradbury's chest, to affirm his warm feelings for him, and to seek reassurance.
Bradbury leaned towards Morien, and kissed him, slowly, teasingly, causing Morien's head to swim and his breath to come in gasps.
"It is all right, let go, just let go," Bradbury whispered as Morien felt Greyflower's hand wrap itself around his rampant penis.
Bradbury continued to kiss Morien, while Greyflower nuzzled the back of his neck and played with his cock. After about half an hour had passed in his fashion, Bradbury lifted Morien in his arms and carried him out of the pool to one of the tables and then dried Morien with some of the clothes laid out for that purpose. Then, with Greyflower on one side, and Bradbury on the other, the two men massaged and caressed Morien, alternating between erotic caresses, to soothing caresses, which transported Morien to a different state of being. Morien felt almost as if he was disconnected from his body, and was merely floating in the air.
Soon though, the men heightened his arousal by stroking his cock and balls, and teasing his anus with their fingers, and Morien was aware of their hardened organs nudging him. He wanted more. As if he had read his mind, Greyflower got up on the table with Morien, and prepared to mount him.
"Have you ever had a man before?" Greyflower asked quietly.
"I have taken him," Bradbury whispered, before Morien could reply. "Be gentle, but he can take you, and with pleasure."
Greyflower raised and spread Morien's legs. He annointed Morien's anal area with the oil that Bradbury had held out, then he smoothed oil all over his erect penis. Bradbury reached out and held Morien's legs apart, and Greyflower placed the broad, blunt head of his dick against Morien's ass, and pushed.
"Ah!" Morien gasped, as a burning cramp gripped him.
Greyflower held very still. After several long seconds, the cramp in Morien's ass eased.
Greyflower, sensing Morien's discomfort fading, pressed inwards, until he was fully inside of Morien's tight hole, gasping as he did so with the extreme pleasure this young man's body was giving him.
Morien relaxed a little, becoming more accustomed to having a penis deep inside of him.
Greyflower began to thrust, slowly, sensually at first, soaking up the pleasure of the hot ass wrapped around his cock. Bradbury watched with glittering, lustful eyes as Greyflower's cock plunged in and out of the younger man's tight ass, the thrusts became more and more powerful.
It didn't take long before Greyflower reached the point of no return, and he gave a mighty last thrust, and then held his cock deep inside Morien's body, as his semen burst and flooded Morien with wrenching jolts.
Greyflower, satiated now, and looking tired, withdrew and then stepped down on the floor, and then went around to the head of the bed and took Bradbury's place, holding Morien's legs wide.
Bradbury was already on the bed above Morien, and holding his erect organ, he lubed it quickly, and then lined it up with Morien's ass and plunged it all the way in with an almost brutal stroke.
"Oh!" Morien cried out, and Bradbury slammed home savagely again. Bradbury began to withdraw his cock all the way, then shove it all the way back in, completely disregarding the small sounds of discomfort Morien was making. Soon, the hypnotic power of Bradbury's plunges began to overtake Morien, and he could feel his orgasm approaching. Bradbury reached down and grasped Morien's dick, and began to stroke it firmly, and Morien soon felt his orgasm begin. Despite the man plunging into him, Morien arched his back and his semen spurted up and over his body. Morien's ass tightened uncontrollably around Bradbury's rocklike penis, and with one final cry, Bradbury slammed into Morien savagely and then groaned deep in his throat as his seed flowered inside Morien's velvety ass.
Greyflower let go of Morien's legs, and slipped back into the water. After a couple more minutes passed, Bradbury lifted Morien in his arms again and carried him back into the water.
The three men, laughing and talking in quiet voices, bathed away all traces of their activities, then they dressed in clean clothing, and Bradbury and Morien were led to their respective bedrooms by Greyflower.
Greyflower passed on the information that Morien's new employer, referred to only as the Prince, was away from the hall but was expected soon.
As Morien settled into the bed, warmed by a fire, he wondered when the Prince would arrive, who and what was the Prince, and what his future would be like while serving the Prince. Gradually, despite his thoughts and worries, his eyes grew heavy, and he closed them in deep slumber.