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The Prince - Part Seven
Bradbury had been gone for over a year, and the Prince even longer. There was an air of expectation in the air at the great hall, among the few who remained to care for it.
Morien retired to his own rooms early one night, restless and worried, though he knew not why. Something was coming.
Morien went to bed early, and he stirred restlessly in the night; then he awoke. He was lying on his belly, his face away from the direction of the door.
There was a presence in his room, and he instinctually knew it was not Sheppington.
"Who's there?" Morien whispered into the darkness.
"Sh," came the reply. It was Bradbury. Morien relaxed a little at the sound of his familiar voice.
Morien felt the mattress move. Bradbury was climbing up on the bed. Before Morien could turn onto his side to look at him, Morien felt his legs being spread, and his nightgown being raised up above his buttocks.
Morien tried again to turn, but he was pushed down,and his body was kept down with one hand while Bradbury's weight bore down completely on his thighs.
Morien's legs were spread wider, then he felt the head of a hardened penis probing inside the cleft of his buttocks.
Morien moaned quietly, as his own organ hardened, and he thrust back against insistent hardness.
Bradbury's fingers slipped into Morien's body, preparing the way for his rampant erection.
Bradbury leaned forward over Morien's back.
"Do you want this?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready for me?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are, show me you want this cock!"
Already close to orgasm, Morien arched his back, and with his movements, he tried to guide the large penis inside of his body.
Holding Morien's legs apart, Bradbury entered Morien's body, with one smooth, unhesitating movement that left Morien gasping with the pain of his flesh so being deeply parted, and the pleasure of feeling the masculine hardness of Bradbury buried so deeply inside him. He felt complete, and the pain faded quickly.
Bradbury allowed Morien no time to adjust to his penetration, rather he began to thrust himself slowly, in and out, of the nether regions of Morien's body, groaning as he did so, as the tight walls of Morien's ass clamped around his thick cock and milked it. Morien felt Bradbury's hard stomach pressing against his back with each inward thrust, and could feel his large testicles gently slapping against his body.
Bradbury began to quicken the pace. His hands urged Morien's hips upwards, and soon Morien found himself on all fours, while his body was being speared from behind by Bradbury's relentless cock.
Morien could feel Bradbury's cock getting ever harder, and felt the head expanding. Gasping with pent-up need, his orgasm began, and his semen began to spatter across the sheets below his body and Bradbury threw his head back and almost screamed with pleasure. With one final, brutal thrust, he slammed into Morien and Morien could feel Bradbury's cock throbbing, and felt the spreading warmth of his seed as it flowed inside of him freely.
Bradbury withdrew and fell to the bed beside Morien, and instantly went to sleep. Morien quickly cleaned up as quietly as he could at the small basin in his room, and then lay down beside him.
In the morning, the great hall was silent when Morien awoke; Bradbury had left sometime in the night.
Morien heard voices outside while he was finishing dressing, and he saw a group of strange men outside. They were looking at the hall and the grounds, and waving their arms around in an animated manner.
Some of the men had very sharp faces, and Morien knew he did want to meet with any of the men. He hoped the doors were securely barred.
While he was looking down at them, from the side of his window, Bradbury appeared in his doorway.
"It is time to leave, my friend," Bradbury said, with a note of sadness in his voice.
"I know."
"Take nothing with you," Bradbury instructed, "We have provided for all your wants outside the valley."
Morien nodded his head.
"Leave by the passage the Prince showed you."
"Where is Sheppington?" Morien asked.
"Here I am," Sheppington said from the hallway, and he strode into the room.
"You've seen them?" Morien asked.
"Yes."
Bradbury vanished into the hallway.
"Are you ready?" Sheppington asked.
"I suppose so. I don't want to leave."
"Nor I. Let's go."
The two men walked through the long corridors of the great hall one final time, and then made their way to the ancient Roman bath house at the back.
Morien pulled on the ledge above the hidden doorway, and the door opened before them, and they stepped through. It closed with a slam behind them, and they knew, somehow, that the door would never open again.
The ground trembled under their feet, and the structure groaned around them.
"Hurry!" Sheppington exclaimed.
The two men hurried down the long, darkened corridor, yet even as they hurried Morien admired the smooth finish of the stonework, and the small, cleverly fashioned windows at the top that allowed light in.
Presently, they could see the end of the corridor, and it led to an opening quite close to the falls, in a little clearing. As they emerged into the sunlight, they instantly observed both the Prince and Bradbury waiting for them. The men approached the pair.
The Prince and Bradbury, both bowed to the two men.
The Prince, his beautiful blue-violet eyes glittering like gems in the sunlight, was the first to speak.
"Thank you for the service you rendered to us over so many years."
"Thank you," Morien responded, "For the life you have given me."
"Yes," Sheppington said, "For without your rescue, we would have died in sorrow and loneliness long ago."
"We must part now," the Prince said, and he handed parcels to each of the men.
"You have each been provisioned with enough property and funds to see that you will live without want for the remainder of your lives outside the valley. I hope you will accomplish much good with your lives, and share your wealth with deserving ones."
The Prince approached Sheppington, and then Morien, giving each a kiss. The ground shook under their feet, as a tremor coursed through the valley.
Morien was hard pressed to hold back his tears.
Bradbury then approached Sheppington, kissed him, and whispered something to him, looking meaningfully at Morien, and Sheppington nodded his response.
Bradbury approached Morien.
Morien's tears were flowing freely now.
"My dear friend," Bradbury whispered, "Do not be so sad."
"Will we ever see you again?" Morien asked, already knowing the answer.
Bradbury shook his head slightly, then drew Morien close to him, and held him tightly.
Morien sobbed quietly, "I have always loved you, since the first time you called out to me."
"And I have always known," Bradbury whispered to him, "Do not weep beautiful one, for this day had to come."
"I'll never forget you," Morien responded, bravely trying to quell the sobs shaking his entire body, and aware of Sheppington looking on at them.
"Nor I you. Go now, and live in peace," Bradbury said, while giving Morien one last embrace.
Morien reluctantly stepped back from Bradbury, and he and Sheppington, in one accord, bowed to the fallen angels, and turned and began walking through the forest towards the high road.
In the distance, they heard a shattering roar, and the ground shook again under their feet, and they knew the great hall had collapsed into oblivion.
A storm began, and winds started to tear through the trees, picking up a great amount of leaves and other debris, and presently, as the men walked on, each of them were over-taken with swirling cones of winds, and when the winds passed on, each of the men were dressed differently now, to their great astonishment.
Sheppington's long hair was gone, and instead his curly locks were arranged becomingly around his head, and Morien's hair had been fashioned in a similar way. Their clothing was tighter, with stockings up to their knees, and though fussy to their eyes, their garments were becoming, as they looked at each other with wondering eyes.
They reached the edge of the forest. There was a carriage complete with four horses, two footmen and a driver waiting for them by the side of the road. Sheppington recognized one of the footmen as a former servant at the great hall.
"Is this carriage for us?" Morien asked.
"Yes sir, everything has been arranged sir, please do step in," the man said, with a shy smile.
The two men stepped into the carriage, and it was steered onto the road, and took them to their new home.
And until the end of their days, for they eventually did grow old together, and died within weeks of each other, the two wealthy men lived together, were said to be brothers, absolute crusty old bachelors, who many a belle had sighed over in their younger days but could never catch.
And they kept their secret of their earlier lives to themselves, and of the princes of the world they had been in company of, and they kept their love for each other secret, until their dying breaths.
~Finis~