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He remains seated and swirling a glass of wine while the others spread papers and maps across a long table. They know that they have the current advantage against the demons and Harathi soldiers, which they plan to use in initiating the inevitable first attack.\n\t“Hand over the intelligence that we have on the Raiders.” The King commands. Sitting to his left is the young Varon Stethik, who glosses over the papers in his hand and holds them out to Jeremy. “We must be patient and wait for the right time to take Aldan and his men down. Yes, they have great numbers and that's something to worry about, but it's this man who remains the most major of all threats. His success is not a gift of a miracle. No. This man is beyond talented in the art of commanding and killing - a natural at it. Varon, you will be in command of killing the Raider's when the time is right and I will be the one to slay Aldan. Not to stroke my own ego, but I don't believe anyone else is capable of it. I've been holding back and waiting for this moment to unleash my full strength on an opponent like him. If my brother were at my side this battle would be over in half a day...”\n\t“But Aigua still holds strong.” One of the other commanders speaks up.\n\tJeremy raises a brow, slightly offended, but lets it wash away as he finishes his drink. “Continue.”\n\t“Prince Asher of Aigua and his army seem to be much stronger than we previously imagined.” The bald older gentleman speaks, slamming his tusk of beer down on the table. “Even with Klaus and Rhys trying to continue pushing, they keep E'hbel safe from harm. It amazes me that a boy as young as Asher has rose to show such power and authority. The boy deserves an honorable death when the war is over, unlike the King of Harathi.”\n\tThe Iron King grins as he finishes reading through the report on Aldan and his men. “Certainly you must have some thoughts and ideas on the matter of the coming battle, Epirael.”\n\tTo the King's right, the dark mage Epirael sits up in his chair, dressed in his black cloak and looking up at the top of the tent. He takes down his hood, revealing his short gray hair and scarred face. Despite being over two hundred years old, he looks as if he's only in his sixties. “Of course. There's many things I've learned from the assault the Raiders did on Rakshahas, which also lead to the death of my master, Raethum. Master was too drunk on power and pride, which is common in dark mages who have lived for so long and continued to grow more viscous. I have no interest in following his foolish footsteps. Instead, I will displace my sense of confidence in my strength in hope to strengthen the dark mages in my command. I will make a pact with the nameless dark mage. Two of my strongest will remain by your side at all times, Jeremy. As for you, Varon... I will also make you stronger.”\n\tJeremy simply nods his head. “Very well then. Let's begin the planning for the first assault.”\n\tAfter the conference in the main tent, Epirael heads back to his temporary home, which was once a place where a family of demons lived that he killed himself. As soon as he enters he spots a tall man dressed in a black cloak. The man turns his face to the right, appearing to be Raethum, but as much as he resembles him, the man in front of him is no doubt someone else.\n\t“A clever disguise.” Epirael speaks. “You've heard my calling. I was afraid you wouldn't, being that our war bores you and you already have too many other projects in focus point.”\n\tThe man with Raethum's face croaks a short-lived laugh. Even dark mages fear his presence. Some believe he doesn't exist. He's known as the nameless, or sometimes the faceless one, a dark mage that has the unique ability to shapeshift into others. Some say he has been alive for more than three thousand years. Those that have had the unique pleasure to meet him title him as the sole most powerful living human on the planet. However, he seems to rarely use his ability. “Your selfless act for performing the ritual to call me proves to show that you've always been as strong as your master. Raethum was bound to let himself die in this war. However, I promise you that his death will not go unnoticed.”\n\t“You should be fighting by our side. When we win this war, we'll be one step closer to shrouding the continent with a blanket of darkness. All of this land could be ours.” Epirael says softly, hoping that he can convince the powerful God-like mage.\n\t“Nonsense... I don't need your armies to do such a thing.” He pulls up his sleeves and steps closer to Epirael. “There's no fun in that. I could have the entire planet in my hands if I wanted to, but that's not where my interest lies. More power is what I crave. The only beings that I can receive it from are the dragons and the jewels they protect.” The man sighs. “All I want is to kill our Gods and take their place.”\n\t“You truly are a madman of unspeakable insanity.” Epirael rolls his eyes. “As requested, I will handover all of my research and knowledge in return for power. The power to strengthen my men. Power to exceed this body and be something more.”\n\t“Very well then... Wish granted.” The nameless dark mage places one hand on Epirael's head, extracting all information from him before bestowing to him only a small increment of his own magic. He steps away and begins to fade into a cloud of black smog. “To become stronger, you must first die. Despite it all, you will...” But before he can finish speaking, the mysterious being vanishes, leaving Epirael in awe. The younger mage can feel the power coursing through his body. He begins to burst out in sinister laughter.\n\n\tLater in the night, Varon enters his home upon his request. The confused teenage boy is stripped nude in the mages home, placed at the center of a circle of herbs and human bones. Epirael pours a bucket of blood on the boy and casts his newly acquired spell. After an exhausting and repetitive hour, he kisses the Cruiberg soldier on the lips and says to him. “I bestow upon you the power to kill the Raiders. Don't prove me wrong.”\n\t“Never will I fail you, Lord Epirael.” As he responds, the dark mages takes his right hand and guides him to the bathroom. They stop at a tub of steaming hot water, which is black and full of strange herbs.\n\tEpirael steps away from him and towards the door. He explains, “Clean the blood of your enemies off with the waters from the dark astral ponds. I've already given you the power you need, but with this ritual you will have even more strength. A Chaos God will emerge and question you. I cannot interfere. Once it is done you must begin training with the newfound abilities you've been gifted.” The dark mage bows to him and exits.\n\tAs soon as the door closes, a ghostly figure emanates from the bathtub's water. The young warrior dips his body into it, leaving only his head up and stares at the frightening creature. Its hands are skeletal and stretch as far as they want. Suddenly, the creature speaks with no mouth. “Varon Stethik, fifteen years old of Cruiberg, commander and nobleman of King Jeremy.” He scoffs. “I can tell which option you will choose, but I must ask anyway as it is my sole reason for existing. You will die. Maybe not today or during the war, but you will at some point in life. The power I give comes after ones death. These are your two choices, young Stethik. Either you may come back to life stronger than ever before after your death or you may allow your strength and power to transfer to someone else after death.” \n\tVaron smirks and nods his head approvingly to the question. “Life after death, you say? No doubt I'd choose to become stronger.”\n\t“Just as expected.” The ghost immediately shrouds Varon in its aura and vanishes into his body. Somehow, it still speaks from all around him. It chants in the tongue of ancient dark mages.\n\tFrom outside of the bathroom, Epirael performs the same ritual on the King. Jeremy takes the ritual bath, but chooses the other option. He decides that if he is to die that his strength be given to his brother, which would no doubt make him twice as strong as the High King himself. After both of them have left, the master dark mage has his eldest 'son', Petrick, enter the room.\n\tAs the young dark mage enters, Epirael bites on his thumb and scowls in anger. 'The faceless bastard is what he should be called' He thinks to himself. 'Gave me these two children of his to raise and didn't even ask about them when I summoned him. Sure, he has better things to do. He could at least end Petrick's sadness and cure Elric of his blindness.'\n\tPetrick stands in front of the light and looks down at the canvas stretched over the floor and covered in blood. The boy chuckles a bit and tosses a small satchel of jewelry down on his fathers desk. His skin is well tan and only white beneath his underwear while his hair is a long, shiny brown like rich bark from a palm tree. He unfastens the tie around his thick robe and lets both fall to his feet, which reveals his smooth and hairless body – so tan and golden that it's hard to believe he's typically white as snow back home in the Kingdoms. Despite only being five foot two and having quite a skinny frame, he's no doubt a uniquely powerful fighter after being trained by the Cruiberg elites.\n\t“You called for me? A bathing ritual, you say?” The boy pulls down his underwear and walks closer to his father. He doesn't know that his real father is none other than one of the most powerful beings on the planet.\n\tEpirael looks down at his sons privates. Three inches now, thin (even if it were to be hard) and with only four noticeable pubes. Unlike his younger brother or father, his foreskin isn't as long and covers just the head. When erect, it naturally pulls back tightly. He envies his relatives for their extra skin, but also the others in the army with their always exposed heads. “Beautiful as always. Yes, the ritual is ready for you. I'm only doing it for a chosen few who I feel are our strongest.”\n\t“Have you already done it?” He asks his father. The boys voice is not completely deep yet, but still menacing while being effeminate.\n\tThe man nods. “I'm sure you'll know what to do. You'll meet me in the bedroom after you're done. Prepare yourself down there beforehand.” Epirael grins widely. As he heads for the room, Petrick notices his fathers body begin to transform into a younger, more handsome form.\n\tThe boy heads into the bathroom and steps into the tub without even looking down at it. He shuts his eyes, knowing exactly what kind of ritual this is. Once again, the ghost appears and forms a funnel around him. It speaks. “Petrick, thirteen years old, son of Epirael. You have two choices – become stronger after death or bestow your strength to someone else after death. Which will you choose?”\n\t“Question.” Petrick sticks his head out of the water and raises a finger. “If I choose the latter, may I also collaborate on a set of rules for it?”\n\tThe creature laughs, which reverberates all around the boy. “Of course! You are the first in four hundred years to ask such a thing. What do you propose?”\n\tPetrick sits up further in the water and rubs his chin. He looks down at the black water and petals floating on the surface and answers. “All I ask is that if I were to die that my brother is able to see again. I'm guessing that setting such a rule with you would interfere with the proposed two choices, right?”\n\t“Right.” The ghost responds. “If that is all, then it shall be done. None of your strength or powers, only your eyes.” It begins to vanish and sink into the boys skin. Petrick stands out of the water and looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes redden and swell as he thinks of his brother. “Do I really have what it takes to protect you? Even after this?” He steps out of the tub and begins to dry himself off. Afterwards, he heads back to the main room and puts on his jewelry; three rings on his right hand, golden earrings, and a necklace with a purple crystal attached to it. The boy smiles and walks calmly to his fathers bedroom.\n\tEpirael sits on the edge of his bed. He sips from a goblet of wine, a second goblet resting on the nightstand along with a freshly uncorked bottle. A cheery fire burns in a small fireplace, a small table holds a chess game, in progress, and a plate of fruits and cheeses.\n\tEpirael is naked, his body that of a rugged, handsome Cruiberg.  Shaved head with a short, dark beard, Well muscled chest, arms, and stomach with a rug of short, dark hair on the chest. His cock is semi-hard, seven inches in its current state, uncut with the pee slit poking out from the skin. His pubes are dark, but trimmed short and his balls, large and dark, hang loosely.\n\t“Ah, my beautiful son.” He smiles at Petrick and slides over on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He pats the mattress next to him. “The ritual went well?”\n\t“Of course. I argued with the God, like usual.” Petrick sticks out his tongue. He hops onto the bed and sits by his father. Quite immediately, his penis stiffens to it's full length at five inches. The skin pulled back completely, showing off a shiny and clean head. He plays with his few pubes while rubbing his fathers chest.\n\t“Ah, did you win the argument? The god's have their days numbered, I think. Whether they know it or not.” He sets his wine down and runs a hand over his son's flat, tight stomach. “Your body is exquisite.” He leans over, running his tongue over Petrick's right nipple. His sucks it for a moment. “What father ever had better sons?” As he returns to the nipple, his hand slides lower, cupping his boy's cock and balls. “I hope this body of mine pleases you?”\n\t“Mhm. It does.” He giggles. Petrick reaches to squeeze his Dad's shaft and masturbates him slowly. His eyes notice the jar of grease, which gets him extra excited. “I love that you can change so many forms. Your old self is beautiful, this self is gorgeous, but the other is my favorite. Stay like this for a bit first though.” He winks.\n\t“Of course.” The bearded face move up on Petrick's chest, kissing his way to the boy's neck. He bites gently, kissing and sucking his son's smooth skin. Down below, he gently squeezes the hardening cock and balls. “When you're ready, I will teach you how to change your form. It's difficult and requires a great deal of practice. Once you've mastered the skill. . .Oh, the things you can do.”\n\t“Dark and violent things, I hope.” He grins devilishly. The boy runs his fingernails against his fathers back and moans softly. Their cocks are frotting against one another, which shows the incredible size difference between the two. Petrick raises himself upwards into him a bit more before kissing his fathers lips.\n\tFather and son's tongue intertwine in the boy's mouth, then in the father's. Epirael holds himself above his boy, letting part of his weight rest upon him. He glances down to see that they are both fully erect. He breaks their kiss for a moment, grinning at his son. “I chose this body for a reason.” \n\tHe grabs the tips of both of their cocks, squeezing gently. They both stare down as Epirael pulls and stretches his skin down over the tip of his cock. Pressing his tip against Petrick's tip, he slides his skin over his son's cock head. Slowly, he manipulates his skin over their touching heads, moaning into his boy's mouth. “Mmhmm...what do you think, Pet?”\n\tPetrick forms a high pitch yelp and moans loudly. He kisses all over daddies shoulders and hugs him tightly. “Gods, I fucking love when you do that. I wish I had more skin like you and Elric. Sometimes I wish my dick was like some of the others, but that wouldn't be right as a dark mage! Ahh, fuck! Keep doing that.”\n\tKissing his son's neck, he continues to dock the boy. He savors the taste of his boy, the feeling of their tips touching, the warmth his body beneath him. “Your dick has its own virtues, Petrick. It is beautiful. You are beautiful.” He picks up the speed slightly, using his skin to masturbate them both. He lets his hand slide down on Petrick's shaft, squeezing his balls before returning to slide his skin over their tips.\n\tAfter a few minutes of tongue kissing, frotting and docking, Petrick asks his master. “Can I suck it before you fuck me?” The tip of his tongue sticks out of his mouth as his father nods. The muscular man stands on his knees and wags his cock out in front of him. Petrick sits on his own knees and moves closer, smelling the large sack as his tongue kisses it. He licks up the shaft to the tip, pulls the skin forward to see how much there is and runs his tongue over it before going under it. His mouth easily takes six of the entire eight and half inches. It's thick and large enough to masturbate while sucking and the extra skin always gives him some more fun ideas when giving head. He typically prefers his cut friends because he can suck them longer, where as in just a quick minute he can already feel his daddy's rod pulsating and leaking pre-cum.\n\t“Mmmm....fuck yes, Pet. Suck daddy.” he looks down, watching his oldest son working his cock. The boy uses his mouth and hands to pleasure his father. “If you want to swallow my load, baby, you can. I'll have to rest for a minute after before I can fuck you. But I will gladly do both for you.”\n\t“Nnnmm mnn.” He says, still slurping away at his cock. Petrick pulls off, still masturbating him fast and speaks. “Feed it to me, Daddy.” His tongue glides all crazy over the slit and head before deep throating him. His hands tug at the sack as his mouth works wonders.\n\t“Fuck. . .close now.” Epirael grabs his son's head, thrusting his pelvis to guide his cock deeper into Petrick's mouth. His balls tighten and twitch. He pushes his cock deep into Pet's mouth, gripping the boy's hair firmly and holding his head still. He gasps. “Ungh...mmm. . .” The first jet of cum shoots down Petrick's throat. Epirael allows his son to pull back a bit, his tongue working the sensitive head. More cum explodes from deep within Epirael's balls, filling Petrick's mouth as quickly as he swallows. “Ahhhh, yes. . .drink it! Drink all of daddy's seed! Uunnggh!!!”\n\tAs the last shot fires into his mouth, Petrick pulls the skin forward again, watching as the rest oozes down from it before he licks it all up and from inside as well. The boy shows Epirael the load in his mouth and swallows it proudly. “Yum! Best load you've given me all month.” He rubs his tummy. “I bet Elric would be jealous. He's still training one with of the soldiers.”\n\t“Don't worry. I'll have one of my teas and I'll have plenty for him.” He lays down and pulls his son close. “Let me check to see if you swallowed it all.” He presses his tongue into Pet's mouth. Slowly he explores all through his son's mouth, seeking any portion of his cum that may be present. He can taste it on his son's mouth, and he eagerly searches for more.\n\tPetrick starts tugging on his own penis, which is half-erect now as the two of them kiss. His hands twirl around his fathers nipples and he's left breathless when they break apart. The boy sips from his fathers glass of wine before handing it over to him. “Father... You said you did the ritual before anyone else. Did you choose the former over the latter?”\n\tSipping his wine, the elder Dark Mage looks at his son. If it weren't his son, he would punish an apprentice who would question him so. His eyes travel down and up over Petrick's body. He smiles. “I chose the former. Death will not be the end of me.” He lets his fingertips dance over his son's tanned and smooth skin. “My guess is that you chose to pass on your powers to your brother. I know how close you two are.”\n\tThe boy frowns, sitting up in bed. “So you really think we're going to lose this battle? I don't want to lose you...” He cuddles close to his father and rubs his hand along Epirael's chest. “Losing mother was enough. I know I have to be strong...”\n\t“We're not going to lose. But, someday we will meet a foe we cannot master.” He holds his boy close. “You are strong, Petrick. You have come so far in your studies. Your strength is part of the reason you've been able to learn so much so fast. I've seen apprentices who were smarter, but they lacked the will to do what must be done to master our art. You have the will, as well as the intellect.” He kisses the top of Petrick's head. “And you take care of Elric. You are strong, son.”\n\t“Only because you raised me.” He answers. The boy kisses his father back and begins running his hands lower, slowly tugging on the flaccid cock to make it hard again.\n\tEven though his son is ready for round two, Epirael can't help but to be hit by his eldest sons words. 'Because you raised me'. Despite all of the corruption of dark mages over his lengthy life, the man seems to hold some sense of humanity and love for the two sons that he was forced to watch over. Not even he can quite understand it.\n\t“So...” Petrick licks his lips. “Will you change into that third form now?”\n\tEpirael smirks at his son. “You'd drain me dry and leave nothing for your little brother, wouldn't you? How cruel you are, trying to consume all of my seed on your own.” He sits up and slides out of bed. Let me have a restorative tea. “I have a new recipe that should stimulate the replenishment of my vital essences and seed.” He begins heating water in the hearth, then moves to a small work bench where he gathers several jars and bottles. He begins mixing and grinding various ingredients with a mortar and pestle. He calls over his shoulder. “Why don't you get us a snack, Pet? You might check on Elric, perhaps he'd like to join us?”\n\t“Sure thing.” The boy smiles. He stands up from bed and slips on a pair of undies, then dashes out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Sweets are on his mind. He shoves a donut into his mouth, takes another for his brother and runs into the boys temporary bedroom.\n\tInside of the small and messy bedroom are several tables next to a mattress. Herbs and various medicines are stacked in mason jars on one side, dozens of books and written notes on another (all with braille writing), and the final one containing various jars of body parts. The parts mainly consist of flesh and muscle. While the younger brother rarely uses any dark magic, he prepares almost all of his fathers much needed resources for him to make up for his blindness.\n\tPetrick hands his brother a donut and rubs his hair. “What do you think you're doing hiding in the room all night and reading books? Don't you want to have some fun time with Dad and I?” He finishes his donut and waits for his shy brother to respond.\n\tElric pushes his brother's hand away and jerks his head. He looks up at his brother, his eyes wandering aimlessly even as he faces his brother. The bright blue eyes, the clearest blue Petrick's ever seen, move constantly, as if searching for something that they will never find. Elric frowns as he smooths down his straw colored hair. His hair is irregularly cut, mostly short, as the boy insists on cutting it himself. “That depends on what sort of fun. If it's torturing a demon or a prisoner, I'd rather read.” His frown disappears and he leans forward, reaching out with one hand until he finds Pertick's leg. Without thinking, he begins lightly stroking his brother. His freckled face grows hopeful as his thin lips turn slightly upward into a grin. “What do you and Father have in mind?”\n\t“Well, the only thing Dad wants to torture is my ass, I think. And yours too I bet.” He leans forward and rubs his nose to his brothers. They kiss gently before he rubs at Elric's side. He looks down at the book and shuts it carefully after folding a page. “So what do you say? Want to join in?”\n\tElric smacks his lips, running his tongue over them. “You taste like Father's cum and donuts.” He stands, taking hold of a long stick of carved, dark wood with one hand. He holds on to his brother's side with the other. “Lead on, Pet. Um. Are there more donuts? We should take some for after. We're always so hungry when we finish.”\n\tPetrick leads his brother to the kitchen, with Elric using the stick as a cane to feel in front of him for obstacles. They pause in the kitchen to gather more donuts and the remains of a minced fruit pie and a small jar of clotted cream. Entering their father's bed chamber, Petrick sets the snack on a low table while Elric moves to the bed, sitting and facing the fire. He takes a deep breath, following it with another. You're making tea, Father?\n\t“He's going to transform.” Petrick answers for his Dad. The older brother sits by him and helps him take off his shirt, folds it, then helps him out of his pants. He loves his brothers bits of baby fat that are still left and rubs his hands all over it before rubbing his inner thighs. Despite the fact that his brother is two years younger than him at eleven he's somehow bigger in size down there than him! Pet wonders as he always does how much bigger it'll get once he starts puberty. He slips off his own underwear before fingering his brothers waistband.\n\t“Oh? Into what?” The younger brother stands and slides his unders off, revealing his uncut cock. For an eleven year old, Elric's dick is impressive, even though it's not fully erect. Even flaccid, it measure three full inches with the very tip of his foreskin another inch beyond his head. With one hand, he flops his dick up and down against his pubis and balls, causing himself to harden rapidly. Soon, he's erect to his full five inches, with the skin tapering off nearly an inch past his tip. He sits and slides back onto the center of the bed, sitting cross legged to reveal his cock and balls. “Pet, you can play with mine if you want while we wait for Dad.”\n\t“I'd love to play with lil bros bigger pecker.” He answers and licks his lips. Petrick tugs on his own erection before laying down on his chest and taking the bottom of Elric's dick in his left hand. His tongue licks all around the hood and digs into the extra skin before pulling it halfway back, then he masturbates him as he goes to suck both of his nuts. His mouth lets out a loud pop sound before he begins sucking his brother and fingering his nipples at the same time.\n\t“Mmm..that's nice, Petrick.” Elric leans back, laying flat on his back. Folding his hands together behind his head, he sighs as his brother tends his cock with his mouth.\n\tEpirael looks on from the hearth, pouring hot water over his tea mixture and allowing it to steep. HIs eyes wander over Elric's body. Young and smooth, no body hair to mar his smooth skin. A suitable amount of baby fat framing a body on the leading edge of puberty. As he sips the tea, Epirael can feel his own cock stirring to life.\n\tPetrick sucks faster and rolls his tongue all around the head, stroking him at the same time as he rubs along his younger brothers butthole. His own erection rages as pre-cum drips from the slit. After blowing him for a few minutes, he holds his brother up and digs his tongue into his hole to get him ready for Daddy.\n\tStanding nude before the fire, Epirael drains his tea as he watches his oldest son pleasuring his youngest son. Petrick has moved from sucking his little brother to rimming him, eating his ass loudly and gleefully. Elric pulls his knees up to his chest, moaning softly as Petrick's tongue flicks over his asshole and presses into the pink hole.\n\tThe tea works its magic quickly. Soon, Epirael's cock is rock hard, his balls yearning for release. He moves next to the bed, taking Elric's hand and placing it on the head of his swollen cock.\n\tA smile quickly forms on Elric's face as he recognizes the feel of his father's cock. He squeezes the head, running his thumb over the slit. The boy turns his unseeing eyes towards his father, opening his mouth wide, his tongue hanging down over his lower lip, almost to his chin. “Papa?” Then with more hunger, more desire. “Papa!”\n\t“I think I know what you wanna do to Dad.” He chuckles. Petrick wipes his mouth off and grabs a container of the finest and most expensive grease. The lubricant provides a warm and tingly sensation over his dick as he rubs it all over. He lets his brothers legs droop over his shoulders again before speaking. “I'm gonna stick it in ya now. Get ya' ready for Dad.” He holds out his tongue as he pulls back his foreskin and thrusts himself into his younger brother. Despite being much smaller in size, his rhythm is perfect and patient.\n\tThe blind and young dark mage invites his fathers cock into his mouth welcomingly, sucking and slurping, using one hand while the other beats himself off. He moans with a full mouth and curls his toes as his brother hits his sweet spot.\n\tEpirael gently strokes his youngest boy's hair. Elric sucks and slurps his father's cock, letting the head rub against the back of his throat as he swallows again and again. It's an amazing sensation for both of them and the father moans softly to encourage his son's efforts.\n\tThrusting himself deeply into Elric, older brother Petrick grins as he watches his little brother devour his father's cock. Holding on to his brother's legs, Pet works himself in and out of his brother, loosening and relaxing him in preparation for his father to ride his little brother. “I dunno how you do it, Elric, but I'm gonna cum again soon!”\n\tPetrick breathes out heavily and blows hair out of his face, which sticks to the side. His pumps and thrusts become natural, almost as if they were made to do this every day for the rest of their life. His orgasm causes him to yell out. “Gahhh!! Fuck! Fuck yeah, bro!” He slams his cock into him three more times, buries the four shots of cum into him and slowly pulls out. “All ready for you, Daddy.”\n\tAs Epirael moves to the other side of the bed, Petrick lays and by his brother and masturbates him while the two of them kiss lovingly.\n\t“You came fast tonight, Pet.” Elric frowns. “I like it when you take longer.”\n\tThe brothers kiss, their tongues wrestling each other and sucking on each other's lips and tongue. Petrick eases a hand down onto Elric's chest. Gently, he pinches his brother's small, pale nipples then circles them with his thumb.\n\t“It's your ass...It was so tight and nice tonight. And your kisses taste like donuts.” Petrick kisses his brother deeply. \n\tAt the other end of Elric, Epirael lifts his son's legs over his shoulders. He greases up his cock, watching a small drop of cum ooze out of Elric's ass and trickle down his crack. The boy's balls are tight and his cock is hard. “Perfect, Elric. I'm going to ease myself in at first, alright?”\n\tElric pulls back from his kiss with his brother, Petrick moves down to nibble on the boy's neck. “Please, daddy, fuck me hard tonight?”\n\tPetrick reaches over to grab one of his Dad's hand rolled cigarettes. He lights it and lets it stay in his mouth as he maneuvers his legs between Elric's face. Slowly, the young teen pushes his cock into his brothers mouth. He holds onto the sheets and begins fucking it while puffing and sucking on the cigarette. “Fuck yeah, bro. Suck all over that dick.”\n\tElric strokes himself with one hand and holds his other hand towards his brother pubis to pull some of the skin back. His tongue glides over the frenulum, around the head, gliding in circles around the shaft. Spit runs down his lips as he works.\n\tEpirael watches his oldest son fucking his youngest son's mouth. “Such good brothers you are to each other.” He pushes his cock into Elric. His large, thick cock slides into the boy's hole, well lubed and relaxed by his brother. “And such good sons to me...Ahhh.”\n\tThe Dark Mage pumps slowly into his boy, sliding his cock deep into him before slowly pulling back and repeating the process again and again. Once he's satisfied that Elric is comfortable with being fucked, he picks up the page. The boy moans happily, his mouth full of his brother even as his ass is filled by his father. Soon, Epirael is pumping hard and deep into his 12 year old, their bodies slapping together loudly. “Mmmmm...What a delightful ass you have, Elric.”\n\tThe boy resting on his back, pushes against his brother's tummy. Petrick pulls his cock out of his brother's mouth, allowing the younger boy to talk, even as he squeezes and strokes his brother. “I love your dick, Daddy. Pleeeasse fuck me harder...and deeper, too. You know how I like it.” Elric fairly whines to his father before slurping Petrick's cock back into his mouth.\n\tPetrick looks behind him at his Dad, who's thrusting at an incredible pace with little to no effort at all. He ashes out his cigarette and jacks off over his brother's face. “You like Daddy's big cock in you, huh? You like sucking your bro's smaller dick?” He pulls the skin up and rubs it over his brothers, lips, pushes it in and begins pumping. “I'm gonna pee, Elric.” He keeps just the tip of his hooded dick in his mouth and begins to let his warm and sour stream loose. Once it's been swallowed, he pulls his skin back, has his brother lick it clean and fucks his mouth some more.\n\tSweat flows down Epirael's face. Elric's body is wet with sweat, his own and that of his father and brother. The youngest of the trio sucks hard, slurping loudly on Petrick's small cock. Moans and whimpers escape his throat as he is nearly overwhelmed at the sensations.\n\t“Where should I cum, boys?  Tell me where you want daddy's cum!” The elder implores them to choose. He can feel himself getting close. It's always hard for him to hold his orgasms when he's inside his youngest. “Ungh, El...Your insides are so warm...”\n\tPetrick pulls his cock out of his brothers mouth and falls to the side of the bed, letting his brother answer. “Inside me, Dad! I want both in me!” The older brother sighs and watches as his brother moans loudly. Clear cum dribbles from out of the boys teardrop foreskin.\n\tNodding, Epirael continues to slam his cock home. His balls bounce against Elric's ass. “Very well, boy.” His voice is a grunt, his breathing deep and rapid. He stares down at Elric's face, a look of ecstasy and bliss writ across his son's visage. The boy's tongue pokes from his mouth, lightly licking his lips around and around.\n\t“Ungh, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me with your seed! Show me how much you love me!” Elric begs his father for more cock, for his cum.\n\tIn answer, Epirael raises himself on his fists, driving his cock hard and deep into his baby boy. Elric is panting and whimpering with each thrust. His father groans and grunts with the effort of driving his cock deep into the boy.\n\tSuddenly, his head arches back and Epirael lets out a cry somewhere between a moan and a howl. “Aaggghhuunnghh! Ungh! Ungh!” His whole body twitches as his cock unloads inside his son.\n\tThe blind boy smiles and moans happily as he feels the second load being pushed deep inside him before it begins to ooze out of his hole. His legs fall forth and both of them see the simple glaze of cum over his dick and stuck to his belly button. Petrick pinches some of it and let's his father taste it before peeling back his brothers foreskin to lick up the rest. “Delicious. Now you're like a cream filled donut! Your cum tastes like it too.”\n\tThe three brothers cuddle beside each other nude on the bed with the sheets kicked off. They talk in hopes of winning this battle and the war, of the dark mages taking further control and Epirael being their new leader. But deep down, what Petrick wants more than anything is his brother to see and be strong enough to defend himself.\n\t“What will I be doing during the battle, Father?” Elric asks, sandwiched between his brother and father. “Will Petrick be with you?”\n\t“We won't be doing anything tomorrow.” Epirael answers, sitting up to grab his pipe. “Two of the other camps will be taking charge. They're small, but strong. Then we'll move in with the other camp. If it's not over that day, it will be over by the third night. This extra day will give us time to measure their strategies, continue training and further planning.” He rubs his youngest sons scalp and kisses him on the forehead. “You'll be with your brother at all times. He will protect you, but there might be times where you'll have to try and protect yourself. You know what spells to cast if that moment ever comes. This is a good opportunity to help train your combat skills too.”\n\t“You'll be close to us, right Dad?” Petrick asks.\n\t“Close enough.” He answers clearly. “They don't know I have sons. I won't let them use you against me. I'm no doubt stronger than any of their wizards or mages and I won't make the same mistakes my previous master did. Just remember to be brave. For family, for the Gods, for our country and future.” Both of the boys nod. “Now sleep, my young ones. We have much to train and do tomorrow.”\n\tAs his sons, freshly fucked and sticky with drying cum, close their eyes, the proud father pulls his stuffed chair closer to the fire. He sits and brews a tea to help him rest. Stretching out, he sips his tea and allows himself to drift to sleep, lulled and relaxed by Elric and Petrick's rhythmic breathing.\n\n\tThe night passes slowly. Two armies, almost like living things themselves, are dimly aware that the other is near. Exact locations are still in question, but both know that battle will come with this rising of the sun. Every soldier in each army knows it, too. Even in the dark of night, there is activity. Guards at the ready, sensing their enemies are close. Officers going over plans, again and again. The nervous or the superstitious waiting through the night, time slowing for them, as the moons drag across the cloudy skies.\n\tThe first purple rays of the morning sun are muted by deepening cloud cover. The air is chill as the most junior of officers move from tent to tent, waking those within. Fear and anticipation run through the armies. Breakfasts are eaten or ignored and men and women form their units, eager to move even as fear gnaws at the back of their minds.\n\tJeremy Naxxremis issues the first orders of the day. His cavalry will scout for the Harathi forces. Upon finding the enemy, their orders are to return and report the disposition and location of the Harathi.\n\tTheir horses stamp the ground as the Cruiberg cavalry moves out. Three companies moving, searching in three directions. The foot troops watch the horsed troops move off. For them, the waiting begins. Once word of the Harathi is returned to the King, they'll move out. Until then, they wait at the ready.\n\tFurther off and on the opposite side of the coming battlefield, a single and ultimately the majority of the Harathi force moves in the direction to where the first encampment of troops are located. The tense anxiety is obvious within the soldiers, who've been foolishly positioned in the arms of an egoistical commander and inexperienced King. Despite knowing the chances of a second group joining in and attacking them, they believed this was the only option. Whoever wants the win at the end of the day will be the victor - nothing more.\n\tA keen eyed youth, long hair whipping in the wind, stands in his saddle and looks out over the vast host of the Harathi army. Squares of men march slowly, filing onto a small road and heading towards the Cruiberg. He yips to his comrades who join him in watching the spectacle. Their commander rides hard to the front. Standing in his saddle, he grins back at his troopers.\n\t“Right, Let's bloody their noses and draw first blood!” He spins his horse, pulling a short javelin and holding it above his head. Javelins! Ride in and throw. Regroup here. His men and women nod, drawing their own javelins. Digging his heels into his horse's flank, he leads them down the small hill and towards the leading Harathi unit's right flank.\n\tThe gloom of the cloudy morning and the height of the summer corn hides the Cruiberg until they're nearly upon the Harathi infantry. They emerge from the tall stalks, their hoof beats drowned out by the marching feet and drums of their targets. Short war whoops finally alert the Harathi, their officers racing to the side to assess the situation.\n\tThe infantry are halted as the Cruiberg charge forward and let loose their javelins. The Harathi change facing and raise their shields, moving a half-beat too slowly. Javelins hurled from horseback find their mark. Men and women scream and fall, wounded or killed.\n\tThe Cruiberg holler and ride away without ever coming in range of the sword or spear of the footmen. They disappear back into the trodden corn and morning gloom. The Harathi captain sends a runner back to the headquarters. \"Contact has been made\" Slowly, the great behemoth that is the army of Lord Jason Steele moves to follow the cavalry.\n\tAbout fifteen miles behind them, a small outpost has been set up where King Ronan and Aldan speak to one another. They oversee how the fight is being handled, while Aldan tries to explain different strategies and philosophies to him. Further up, Aldan's raiders stay behind Jason's men and remain on duty to scout or be used whenever they're needed.\n\tMilvik rides with his boyfriend behind him, two other couples on each of his side. He turns to Ythl. “It'll rain tonight, so a stone ritual is pointless. I'll be able to use that to our advantage. Get enough Cruiberg in one spot and I could zap a chunk of them brainless.” He turns his head to the other side and glares at the elf, who seems in deep thought.\n\t“I can't trust Jason Steele.” He speaks in a cold, serious tone. “Not only should we be on high alert from the Cruiberg's since we're on the top of their list, but I think we should also be suspicious of him. He could lead us into a trap and hope that we're picked off. Just... Stay alert, have each other's backs.” Everyone else nods.\n\tJason rides in the front of his group and smiles under his armor. He pats his friends back and speaks to him. “Let's show them who's the brutal ones tonight. We'll slaughter them like pigs, stomp through their corpses and end the rest of them by morning.”\n\tKing Ronan and Aldan stand next to each other, staring down at a large map of the area. A courier hands a piece of parchment to an officer, who marks the map.” Sire! Lord reports contact with mounted Cruiberg.” He reports the Cruiberg are fleeing to the southeast. \n\tRonan nods. “I'm thinking this isn't as good of news as Lord Steele makes out.” His foot troops will never overtake Cruiberg cavalry. “If they simply pursue, the Cruiberg can choose time and place to meet them. Why doesn't he see that?!” Ronan slaps his fist into his open palm.\n\tAldan glances back. Several soldiers stand, ready to map out the battle at a larger scale when the armies come fully to grip. He looks back at the map table, noting the location of the first contact. “If he sees it, he doesn't care. His plan is simple to overwhelm the Cruiberg where ever they stand to fight him. It would have been better to lead with our own cavalry...they could have engaged and pursued more effectively. It's hubris, Your Majesty, on Steele's part.” Aldan runs his hand over the map, examining the areas to the southeast. He stops, pointing at a section. “If I were Jeremy, I'd try to get Jason to attack me here. The Cruiberg could occupy these hills. Force Jason to attack up.”\n\tRonan moves down and examines the map. “We should move our cavalry here, don't you think? To cover our own flank as we prepare...Damnit all! Lord Steele is too arrogant. He won't listen to me and if I order him to deviate from his plan, he'll ignore it. He's the seasoned commander and this is my first campaign. My father should have replaced Steele years ago.” He looks at the map again, slowly shaking his head. “Men will die that should have lived...because of Steele.”\n\t“Many, yes. But to him it's a sacrifice he's willing to make. He doesn't see them as people. Instead, he see's them as chess pieces. All he needs is a few of the right pieces to checkmate. That's how he see's it.” Aldan says to him. “But they'll follow his orders no matter what because they trust him and have fought with him for so long.”\n\n\tTwenty miles away from them, the second base near King Jeremy prepares to leave as they get word of the parties making contact. “Young Lord Varon arrived early and proudly commands all of them himself with obvious pride. They can smell the rain coming near. Victory. The boy hates being stuck in a room of older officers and staring at maps. What he really wants is to take his sword into battle and test his new powers. However many are lost in the afternoon... We will not let them die in vein.” He says as he stands outside of his tent and looks at his men that prepare. The other officers listen along. “We'll move out in the next hour and arrive at dusk and when the rain begins.“\n\tIn his mind, the boy works through his plans to dismantle and kill Aldan's raiders by picking them off one by one. They'll no doubt come in contact with them tonight. He knows that finding Aldan among them is unlikely. He knows who he must kill tonight. The boy speaks under his breath. “I'll start with his lieutenant and corporals. And if I get the chance, I'll slaughter his second squad the next day. Then the rest of them will be easy picking for me.” He grunts in excitement.\n\n\tAt the Cruiberg main encampment, King Jeremy sends riders to the nearby outposts. The carry his commands for those units to engage the Harathi, harrying them and pinning them down before his main force moves in for the kill. \n\t“I can't believe our luck!” He boasts as he reads the first reports. “Old Haleax is dead. And Steele is in command? It's almost like they want us to defeat them!” His laughter carries over the camp. “Epirael, will that storm be with us tonight or tomorrow?”\n\t“Tonight. Four hours, thirty two minutes.” He counts with his eyes shut. “Varon's timing might be off by a little bit, but everything will be fine.”\n\tBoth of his sons sit close by. The younger holds his brothers hands while half-smiling, while Petrick patiently waits for the next report.\n\t“Good, good!” Jeremy smiles, grabbing a mug of beer from one of his soldiers and downing it in one pull. “I can tell you exactly what old Steele will do. His battle plan will be what it was last war. Wear us down with numbers. His army won't care a whit for position or maneuver. It will be like fighting a stubborn turtle.”\n\tKing Jeremy's good humor is reflected through his army. From the outlying camps, fast troops move to engage the Harathi. Though their manpower is limited, Lord Steele's orders work to the Cruiberg's favor.\n\tAs individual units of Harathi infantry are engaged by archers or javelineers, the Harathi are directed to give chase. The Cruiberg fall back which draws the Harathi units this way and that. Some go southeast, some go northeast. The end result is that by mid-afternoon, Lord Steele's army is a strung out, chaotic mess.\n\tAs it becomes obvious to Jason that his forward most units are in danger of running too far in front of the rest of his army, he is forced to adjust his plans. He issues orders to pull his units back and to reassemble his army in some sort of fighting order.\n\tAs the groups come to re-assemble, Jason and other recognize Cruiberg's on horseback that have been tracking them. Few are shot down, but most escape back into the forest and lead proof that they're uphill.\n\t“We'll have no choice but to fight uphill.” Tomas worries to his friends and lover. “This is bad. We might be able to defeat them, but if there's another attack right afterwards we're most likely doomed. We need a plan B and we need it fast.”\n\tMilvik thinks for a moment and considers the Cruiberg's spiritual thoughts on weather. “It's going to rain in two hours... I... Ythl, can you sense anything close by?” The wizard shakes his head. “Well, I can tell by sound and vibration that we're thirty minutes off from reaching the Cruiberg forces. But wouldn't they prefer to fight in a storm? That means the real battle will happen an hour and a half later.”\n\t“I bet they'll come at us from both sides.” Holt tisks and spits. “We could alert Jason, but it wouldn't change much.”\n\tAt Jason's headquarters, he sends out the orders reforming his army. He hopes to have the time to knit his scattered units into a defensible line. Muttering under his breath, he curses the captains who 'foolishly moved their units out of position'. None have the nerve to point out that the captains were simply following his written orders.\n\tAn hour or two before evening, Jeremy stares down from atop a low range of hills. The Harathi are still assembling below. To his right, his cavalry is probing and harassing Steele's open left flank. The Harathi commander on that side isn't a fool and has his men arrayed in a strong defensive position, minimizing the damage inflicted by the cavalry. But the damage is constant and the Cruiberg show no signs of tiring or wearing down.\n\tRelief comes from an unexpected source, taking pressure from the defenders. King Ronan, moving his own headquarters closer to the fighting, has ordered his cavalry to support the battered left flank. The Cruiberg and Harathi cavalry clash in short, sharp exchange, and with the Harathi infantry making a sudden assault, the Cruiberg are forced to withdraw. Supporting infantry arrive and the left flank of the Harathi line is stabilized.\n\tIn the late afternoon drizzle, the armies probe and scout each other, seeking a weakness, an opening to exploit the following morning. Lord Steele busies himself in his headquarters, moving units and deploying men and women as if they were pieces on a game board. His orders are relayed to the unit commanders without question, and obeyed by men trained to obey first and think later.\n\tAcross the open field separating the two armies, from his perch atop the low hills, Jeremy watches the action, picking out the banners and standards of his forces and the Harathi arrayed against them. He shakes his head more than once, chuckling to himself. “He has all the imagination of a bowl of creamed corn, that Lord Steele. Utterly predictable. I want the outposts to the south to merge their forces and bivouac behind these trees here.” He points to a section on his battle map. “They are to await my signal before revealing themselves.”\n\tJeremy's orders are conveyed, though the commanders ordered to wait grumble and curse their luck. They and their men hunger for battle, but they know not to disregard King Jeremy.\n\tFrustrated with the pace of reports arriving from Lord Steele, Ronan and Aldan, having decided to move Ronan's headquarters closer to the front lines, opt to send in their scouts to gauge the battlefield and the armies upon it. The logical choice is Aldan's second squad. \n\t“Majesty, they can move fast and avoid any protracted engagement. More importantly, we can get the information we need quickly and honestly.” Aldan makes his case to the King. As he explains his thoughts, he's already writing the order.\n\t“Hmmm. See to it that they report their intelligences directly to us here. See it done in my name.” The young King skims Aldan's order, adding a short note giving the order the imprimatur of the King. He signs the order and hands it to Aldan. “Deliver this personally, Captain Jaeger.”\n\tAldan wastes no time and stepping up, racing to his horse and rushing to his husband to take him with before they speak to the second squad and head out. With the animals speed, they'll be able to make it in a little less than thirty minutes. Little do they realize how close the Cruiberg are and how soon they'll attack. Luckily, he arrives five minutes before and right when him and all of the other Harathi troops can hear the marching of Cruiberg's heading right towards them. He relays his message to Lord Steele, who hesitates at first, but accepts it anyway.\n\tThe second squad immediately heads south on horseback, while Aldan begins to realize what he's stepping into. Rain finally begins to pour down and most of the sky darkens. He rushes to be with his first squad. “This changes nothing. We go at it as if it were any other attack. All of us stick together no matter what and I promise all of us will get out of this alive.”\n\tSwords are unsheathed in unision, forming a horrifying sound. Aizen squeezes his boyfriend close and wipes the sweat on his hands off on his shirt. The demon boy looks for Evie and then back at his lover.\n\tHolt squeezes Aizen's hand and looks to the soldiers around him. They're all ready, weapons drawn, their eyes set forward. Some fidget nervously. \"Short\" Harry, standing just over four foot tall, spins his blade in his hand. The elf can't help but grin. “Spin it in a few Cruiberg stomachs for me, eh, Harry!”\n\t“Aye, sir. I'll do that for ya. Gladly.” The short man grins back for a moment, before his face sets in a grim mask.\n\tThe elf nods to himself and sticks his sword in the ground. He pulls a strand of leather from his pouch and brushes his hair back from his head. He begins tying the leather around his head, just above his eyes. He mutters to himself as he works. “My blood is elven. Eternal. My fathers were present when the foundations of the world were laid by the first dragons. Their courage runs in my veins. I shall not forsake that courage. I shall not quail in the face of the enemy. My courage is eternal. I shall not falter.” He looks at Aizen. “My love is eternal. I shall not fail. By the gods of old and new, I swear it shall be so. For I am Holt and my blood is Elven.” He takes his sword and draws his thumb across the blade. Pressing the bloody thumb to each of his cheeks and forehead, he breathes deeply, closing his eyes. He smiles at Aizen when he opens them. “Be careful, love. Stay close to me.” He steps closer to his husband, pressing their lips together. “I love you.”\n\t“I love you too, babe.” He replies. “A warm aura envelopes him and Drew.”\n\tMilvik takes his staff in hand and taps the ground once, forming strikes of lightning in the sky. His boyfriend exhales and waits for the launch of first attacks to happen.\n\tTomas and Ythl seem to be the most calm of the younger boys. The blonde Aiguan has been in this position before. He see's their shield wall and knows how to dismantle it. He can see through everything in his path, except the amount of numbers they're up against. His boyfriend focuses his staff on the nature, specifically the limbs of trees and calls for animals nearby to support him in the attack.\n\tJason arrives back up front again and in his strongest armor. He waves off the first attack with a loud battlecry and they rush to take down the shield. Many are instantly killed by spears, javelins and high archers, but Harath prevails to crush down the wall and move into the swarm of bloodthirsty enemies. The Commander's right hand man helps preserve their strength and dignity as he kills one soldier after another, each blow ripping limbs and bodies in half no matter the kind of armor or danger they present. Glendon is challenged by brave women and children, which he slaughters more than any other. Some look away in disgust, while others are inspired by his brutality. The difference in violence between both armies is unnoticeable.\n\tAs the front lines clash, Aldan's people make there way parallel, one designated soldier making quick notes on the battle standards of the Cruiberg. One group of swordsman launch short javelins at the Harathi line before charging with heavy, broad swords. They fight beneath a standard featuring three wolf heads, one above another. The next unit in line seems to be armed mostly with heavy axes. Their standard is a boar's head over crossed axes. And so on. The information is taken down and the soldiers move down the line, dealing with a few Cruiberg along the way.\n\n\tBehind the Cruiberg line, Varon sits in his saddle, stalking along the lines. He searches for Jaeger's Raiders, riding slowly along the lines his eyes peeled. He stops every few yards and brings farglasses to his eyes, examining the Harathi forces. Always searching for their sigil - A wolf's head in black, with eagle wings behind. “Aha! I have you now!” He cries out in triumph, stowing the farglasses in their protective case, he rides for his target.\n\tAldan's Raider's perfectly work together in every attack and surround each other's backs. When one person seems in danger someone else seems to have their back. Ythl primarily deals with defensive strategies, such as using the trees to hold a soldier down and trip someone, temporary blinding some with magic and casting small fairies to poison others. The animals that he called for attack on the high grounds and rip the chests and throats of archers before heading downhill to attack. Tomas takes on the stronger soldiers with heavier weapons while having Alec beside him. The less-trained boy is able to land a few good kills, but doesn't compare or understand how his friends around him can be so powerful.\n\tAizen and Drew are the farthest apart from the rest of them, but still know that they can make it back if things were to get too dangerous. Their smokescreens and fire bolts provide assistance to other soldiers - Drew's also able to help Aizen carry some wounded to the stumps of trees so that they can quickly do whatever they can do before getting back in the fight.\n\tHolt and Aizen move back and forth between slaughtering all that come in their way from the heavier parts of the Cruiberg crowd and then towards where Milvik stands. The storm mage uses his staff to disarm and kill some, but mostly relies on jumping from place to place until he has the right amount of time to cast a spell. Lightning smashes into packs of Cruiberg as the rain comes down harder than before.\n\tDespite the talent of Aldan's men, the casualties are extreme on both sides. Harath is close to killing the strongest of the group which means an inevitable victory, but they won't be able to catch their breath when the second force comes in to attack. \n\t\n\tTwo thirds of Varon's men depart towards the current battle. They'll be in contact with them in a matter of fifteen minutes. The young commander guides his men towards Aldan's second squad, who quickly realize that they're about to be engaged by a much larger force.\n\tWiping blood from his face, Brady turns to Evie. She's marking down the nearby Cruiberg units. He kneels down, pulling her to kneel beside him. “Listen, Evie, I'm ordering you to get that information back to Aldan and King Ronan. Go now. And don't fucking argue, alright?” He begins changing into his hybrid form, his nose lengthening and his fingers sporting dark, wicked claws. A wolverine anthro, he's using the best attributes of his beast nature to augment himself for the coming fight.\n\t“Brady! You can't fight like that. They'll target you for sure! You may as well paint a target on yourself!” Evie quickly folds her parchment and grabs her friend's arm. “What are you doing?!”\n\t“Buying you time, sweet Evie. Get that to the King. Now!” He smiles, pushing her back towards safer ground. With a loud growl, he stands and begins swinging his sword, cleaving down shocked Cruiberg warriors.\n\tEvie hesitates, but then breaks for the rear area. She's not sure where Aldan is, but the King's command post will be easy to find. She looks back. Brady is tearing into the Cruiberg, his men closing ranks to protect his rear and flank, as they prepare to receive the charge of their enemy. Clenching her teeth, she looks away and makes for the rear area searching for the royal pavilion.\n\tBrady slashes and stabs, even biting when the opportunity arises. Behind him, one of the men plants their battle standard in the ground. This is where they'll make their stand, where they'll win or die. Anchoring the Harathi units around them.\n\tVaron grins as he and his men close on Jaeger's men. He feels the power gifted to him through Epirael's ritual coursing through his veins. The sound of his own heart beating and the blood rushing through his ears is almost deafening. He can't help but laugh. No one is expecting what he's about to deliver.\n\tThe young soldier leaps off of his horse with his sword in piercing motion. The blade of his sword is designed with a luminous red that matches the design of Jeremy's flag, which is engraved over his silver breastplate. Other than his chest piece, the only other pieces of armor he uses are for his legs and the black vambraces on his arms.\n\tThree soldiers make the mistake of moving in and trying to attack him head on, but are slashed down and killed before his boots even skimmer the grass. Others circle him and move in to attack, but their motions are too simple to calculate. The boy sheaths his blade, shuts his eyes and listens to his senses. 'I'm stronger than Alex now' He tells himself. 'Not even him, a wind mage, could see what I now see.' Once they're close enough, he stretches low and takes only one step in while unleashing his sword. It rips through metal armor, through flesh and bone and changes his enemies blood into acid, which then melts others armor, flesh and bone. With stealth at hand, he see's through their every move and carves his way through them all. Killing so viciously has never been something he's enjoyed unless he's ultimately bored of his opponents. \n\tAldan's second squad is stunned by the brutality and unique skill the boy presents. Despite it all, both of the corporals decide to take him head on. They take in consideration of what they've seen so far and decide that fooling him into making the wrong attacks will put him in the lower hand. Ivan and Estes come from both sides and make quick attacks, parrying here and there to see how Varon defends himself. They realize that he's slower in reaction, but his physical strength renders him too powerful for their blows. The only place they'd be willing to make a wound is by attacking his upper legs or his head.\n\tNot too much further off, the Harathi army is forced into continuing to fight despite being fatigued by the weather and fighting uphill. Varon's men clash into them with extreme speed and chaotic nature. The loses are extreme. Almost all of the animals that Ythl called for are slaughtered. The wizard decides to form the strongest shield he can to protect him and Milvik while the latter forms a web of destruction. A dozen or so streams of blinding light slam into the Earth and kill more than two hundred instantly, while others are partially fried and injured. Trees and small homes are ignited by it and then even more as bolts and waves of fire are used against the Cruiberg.\n\tHolt looks behind him to see Drew and Aizen working together to help heal and protect whoever they can. The elf quickly realizes that if it's not them using fire magic then there must be a large force of demons that have joined them! He raises his sword with a sense of renewed hope. Blood spews from it and onto his clothes. The boy meets with Tomas and Aldan to fight the taller, much stronger looking Cruiberg's head on.\n\tThe elf's blade flashes quickly. The battle seems to move slowly for him. Everything moves slowly, ponderously around him. Attacks against him are easily avoided, as he sees arrows flying towards him with amazing clarity, noting the slow spin caused by the fletchings. He's able to duck and parry, spin and weave away from every blow, countering the slowness of the Cruiberg with his own flashing blade.\n\tThose watching Holt fight see the battle in a much different light. He moves in a blur, dancing and dodging faster than the naked eye can follow. His sword is nothing more than the glint of steel, whirling and stabbing with the young elf two or three men removed from an attack when the first victim realizes he's cut.\n\tOnly one other combatant on the field move as quickly as Holt. The demon commander, Nellyn Portok, leads his remaining demons into battle with no warning or cooridination with the Harathi. Nellyn dances with his blade, skewering Cruiberg left and right, moving so quickly that most he encounters don't even realize what they're seeing. If Holt is a blur, Nellyn is a blink. Cruiberg are forced back at the ferocity and speed of his attacks. His demons use fire and steel to carve a path in the ranks of the surprised Cruiberg.\n\tThe Harathi center, hard pressed and beginning to fracture is reinforced by the demons. Their fury at the Cruiberg turns the tide, steadying their allies and sending a tremor of doubt through their enemies.\n\t“Interesting.” Varon notes out loud. “I'll have to end this quick, but do give me the best you can.” \n\tThe two corporals try to work like four hands and attack from every side, but every blow is useless and they're unable to hit the parts of his body that they need. Varon is caught in a web between them as they're both about to bring their swords down on him when he suddenly uses his other hand to hit the ground. A wave of dark energy throws both of them back and a hole is formed where his face was planted. Varon quickly throws his own sword into Ivan's chest as if it were as weightless as a feather. Behind him, Estes charges forth, but the boy stops the blade with both of his hands, snaps it apart and kicks him right in the chin. Estes tries to move as quickly as possible to find some distance between him, but the boy is able to disarm him of his broken sword and plunge it through his neck.\n\tVaron glances at his own hands, which are bloody from bits of steel edged into them. He shrugs it off and groups with his men to command them and have them head back to the outpost. Hoping to buy them some time, he kneels down behind a group of his own men and unleashes a constant ocean of black smoke into the air. It spreads faster than any kind of fog anyone has ever witnessed. Ythl recognizes it and tries to use light fairies to prevent it, but he quickly realizes that it's more than smoke.\n\t“POISON!!! EVERYONE GET BACK!” Ythl screams at the top of his lungs. Others yell out what he says as well as they begin charting back. Both of the armies begin splitting apart thanks to Varon's newfound power.\n\tLieutenant Brady stands in front of his two friends, who have died no less than a few minutes ago. The poisonous fog leaves no worries to him as he uses his animal form to drag both of their lifeless bodies with him back to the camp. “You will not die in vein. I'll avenge you both.”\n\tDrew and Aizen are in the middle of carrying an injured man onto a cart when a familiar demon approaches to help them. Milvik takes the wounded soldiers legs and speaks to his friend. “Looks like you need some help.” He coughs and jumps onto of the wagon with them. Drew is stunned and has no words. It doesn't take much time for Aizen to realize who the demon standing in front of him must be.\n\t“Where? Wha—\" Tears pour down his face as he moves on his knees closer to Milvik. The brown haired demon touches his friends cheek to check is he's truly real. “So that was you and the rest of the Varn Ra survivors? How many of you are left?”\n\t“There are twenty of us.” Nellyn touches his palm to his own chest, bowing his head first to Drew, then to Aizen. He speaks slowly, almost softly. “That's all that left of the demon army of Varn Ra.”\n\tA moment silently passes. Aizen and Drew understand that Nellyn's statement means dozens of demons have fallen. That once the war is won, Varn Ra will never be the same. \n\tWiping his katana clean, Nellyn somehow manages a smile. I am very pleased to see you, Drew. “I had feared the worst when you disappeared as you did. Something told me you were still alive, but I worried for you...afraid that my hope might just be wishful thinking.” He smiles and begins pulling his long, white hair into a ponytail. “So, how many demons fight with you in the this army? I must speak with your commander. Perhaps we can join our forces.”\n\t“In my group with my husband, there's just Aizen.” He answers, but then explains. “Yes, I found my husband, but it was a long journey before that. I was captured by Cruiberg and experimented on by a dark mage for a long time. Aldan found me while attacking King Rakshahas hidden outpost. I'm sure you've already heard of what happened there.” His eyes dart to the left. He spots his husband and nods to him with an emotional, teary eyed smile. The others stand near him and seem mixed between how they should feel. They know they had just as many losses as Cruiberg and if it weren't for Nellyn's army intervening things could have been worse.\n\tAldan approaches the trio of demons. The last of the wounded are being taken to the rear areas for treatment and healing. Small groups venture onto the field, retrieving the dead and those so severely wounded that they cannot move on their own. The Cruiberg and Harathi teams give each other a wide berth. Fighting today is over. Now, the armies regroup and book their dead.\n\t“You arrived at a propitious moment, Captain.” Aldan extends a hand to Nellyn. They shake warmly. “It seems you know Drew and Aizen. If you haven't set your camp, we'll bivouac you and your men near us.” He calls Holt and Brady over. “Both of you alright?” The two nod Good. “Let's get our people back and resting. Tend the wounded. Let's set the captain's men up with us. I have to report to King Ronan. I'll return as soon as I can and we'll talk.” He looks at the row of bodies already retrieved and laid out. “Have a report on our casualties ready when I return. If you'll excuse me, the King is probably anxious to see me.”\n\tAldan hugs and kisses Drew and waves to the others before finding his mount and riding back to report to King Ronan. Nellyn's demons help with the wounded as best they can and accompany Drew, Aizen, and the others back to the Raiders' camp.\n\t“So that's your husband?” Nellyn says softly. “He's very tall.”\n\t“Yeah. It's not the only thing that's big about him.” Drew winks.\n\tTomas approaches Alec, takes him by the shoulder and checks his sword for blood. He smiles and walks beside his friends while speaking to the newly trained warrior. “I saw you out there fighting them without any fear. Very surprising to see. You've been in battles before, but none like this. We're all very proud to have you on our side and protecting our backs. We'll always do the same.” Alec blushes and looks to his boyfriend.\n\t“Thank you, sir Tomas. I... I'm just glad all of us friends made it out of this alive.” He responds.\n\tYthl and Milvik talk to one another about what further magic they could use with each other and different tactics later on in battle. They know that they'll most likely meet more difficult foes later on and those that possess magic. However, knowing that they were able to take Raethum down gives them the boost they need to believe victory is imminent.\n\tThe heavy rain turns into a light shower as they arrive to the newly settled tents. Unlike the young Raiders, the rest of the army is worn out and works slowly when setting up tents and making food. Healers feel the worst of the burden and work at as fast of a pace as they can. The demons of Varn Ra do what they can to help the exhausted warriors, which proves themselves to be their strongest and most valuable weapon against the Cruiberg.\n\tAldan, Nellyn, Glendon and Jason Steele report to the King about the battle. Ronan feels blessed and relieved to have the demons join in and help them for many reasons at hand - Jason's men mostly fight against Cruiberg because they hate them, not because they want to save demons. They see them as weak for the religious values they hold against violence. What Nellyn's group did proved them wrong and can change them into better warriors. Of course, it helps to have fire power and from people who know the land better than them. The only thing that bothers him is that they were unable to save Varn Ra. Now he's faced with their leader, a young man younger than him that's helped turned the tides of their battle while having lost everything himself.\n\tLord Steele makes his report first. Working with a large map, he moves small wooden tokens to represent his forces and those arrayed against him by the Cruiberg. His view of the battle is that it is going according to his plan and that he will grind the Cruiberg down over the next 36 hours, achieving a great victory for Ronan and Harath.\n\tWhile Lord Steele speaks, servants bring hot tea and steaming bowls of stew. After a moment of confusion, they bring raw fish and a vegetable broth with rice for Nellyn. Aldan eats and listens to Jason, saying nothing. He shakes his head at several points, but holds his tongue. \n\tAs Lord Steele is wrapping up, Nellyn leans close and whispers to Aldan. “He's wrong. Dangerously so. There are Cruiberg out there that aren't on the board.”\n\t“When he's finished, the King will ask for our thoughts. Share this with him when he asks.” Aldan whispers back.\n\tLord Steele goes on for some time.\n\tAs the commander speaks, Nellyn simply sits back and engorges himself in the meal as if he were a kind guest at a dinner party. He didn't get a chance to truly challenge himself in this battle and feels disappointed that it was cut short. No doubt, he believes, that they could have wiped out half of the Cruiberg there if it weren't for a dark mage using poisonous magic. \n\tBefore Jason leaves, the man suspiciously eyes the demon and thinks of saying some witty and rude comment, but goes against it. As soon as he's left, Nellyn takes a feathered pen and draws a set of circles that mark each outpost. “Your calculations are wrong. This is where the first group attacked you.” He points. “They'll most likely join up with the second group tonight and abandon the village they were staying in. This is the third. All three outposts are meant to provide safe support for their main army. They'll most likely be all fighting together by tomorrow.”\n\t“I see.” Ronan smirks. “This doesn't change Jason's plan too much. All we'd need to do is adjust where we attack. I'm guessing you know where they are because you recognize the villages they're staying in?”\n\t“Well, I've also spied on them.” He admits. “But attacking them with less than twenty-five men and women would be foolish.”\n\tRonan leans over the map table, getting a better look at how the armies are laid out and Nellyn's notations. As he stares at the situation, his crown slips down on his brow. With an exasperated sigh, he grabs the golden circlet that marks his kingship, and sets it aside. “Fitting. Metaphorically, I haven't felt comfortable with that thing since the throne fell to me. And now I find the actual crown bloody well irritating.” He grins at Aldan and Nellyn. “It weighs much more than you'd imagine. As heavy as an entire kingdom and all of her people...and all resting upon my brow.” He sighs and straightens, arching his back with a noticeable crack. “If only we had a way to bolster the Varn Ra demons for an attack. . .”\n\tAldan coughs and clears his throat. “Well, Your Majesty, let me take my men with Nellyn. I think we'll be able to field 30, 35 men. Give us a platoon of cavalry, maybe 2, and we might be able to delay them, maybe even destroy them before they can all join together and move to oppose us.” Aldan turns to Nellyn. “My men and I move fast and hit hard. We fight loose, behind enemy lines ususally. We'd have your demons, my 30, and fifty or so cavalry. Would that be enough, do you think, to hammer the outposts?”\n\t“I'm not sure we can accomplish such a task tonight.” Ronan thinks to himself out loud. “We had incredible losses and our troops need food and rest. Tomorrow might be too late. Attacking them head on seems foolish no matter how many numbers we have. Would it be smarter to sneak in at night and cause some sort of destruction without them immediately noticing?”\n\t“It would be difficult to mount such an attack tonight.” Aldan agrees. “But if you order it, we'll do all that we can to see it done. It's possible that a small group could sneak in and distract or disrupt them rather than confronting them. And if we don't go at them tonight, we have to make sure we're prepared when they attack us tomorrow.”\n\t“We'll go in-between the two outposts tomorrow, which is where we believe their weakened one is heading.” Ronan speaks out loud. “A very slight change in motion that could help turn the tide. Still, it will be brutal. We just have to hope that we're stronger is all.” As simple as his words are, he doesn't know much else to say. “The two of you are excused. Thank you for your services.”\n\tAldan bows deeply to his King. “Good night, Your Majesty. Try to get some rest, Sire. You'll need your wits tomorrow.”\n\tNellyn bows. “Thank you for your hospitality, King Ronan.”\n\tAldan and Nellyn leave the royal pavilion. The rain continues to fall, although not as heavily as earlier in the evening. Aldan pulls his cloak close about himself, holding off the chill and wet. He looks at Nellyn. “You'll have supper with Drew and I, I hope. Perhaps Aizen can join us, depending on his duties.”\n\t“We'll have to see. I'd like to eat with my people, to be honest, but maybe you can join us by chance? We've set up a much larger tent to hold all of us.” Nellyn points to it. Flames inside of the tent provide an ominous, almost surreal quality to it. \n\tLieutenant Brady stops Aldan in the midst of their conversation. He holds out a clipboard with a set of papers and letters attached to it. “Sir... Casualties have been reported. Twelve of my men were killed, including Estes Girabaldi and Ivan Dominko. Aizen's already filled out their death warrants and has set them aside for burial tomorrow morning.” He speaks with a lost and monotone voice. “There's already a graveyard in the village, which we plan to use for burying all of the lost soldiers tomorrow. However, I'd like to take it upon myself to bury my friends before sleep tonight.”\n\tTaking the clip board, Aldan turns away from his companions. He scans down the list, calling to mind the face that goes with each name. Gritting his teeth and choking back his emotion, he takes a deep breath before turning around to face Brady. “Very well. See to it, Brady. Make sure they. . .all get the respect they're due. I'll see to it that there's a letter to send back to their families, along with their possessions.” He rests a hand on Brady's shoulder. “Take what help you need.”\n\t“Thank you sir.” He nods and heads back off into the wet, humid darkness. \n\tNellyn lifts up the sleeves of his kimono to reveal the tattoos on his body. “Every demon and anthro that's fought with and under me is written on my body. War is a bastard monster that always remains hungry. I'm sorry about your companions.”\n\tAs they head towards the tent of demons, Drew and Aizen finish up their shift and head to the potion tables. Among the ten healers that work diligently in the tent are Garallen and Yuval, who help lessen the weight from the others.\n\t“Don't feel bad about leaving them behind.” Drew answers, rubbing his arms and face clean with a wet cloth. He hands it over to his friend and rubs his tail as he walks. “They'll need you more as this goes along. Eventually, they'll need to rest too. You're not just a healer either. Remember that.”\n\t“I know, I know.” He replies. The blonde notices his husband and waves him down. “But... Our group.” He stumbles on his words. “We haven't lost people like that in a long time. Those that we lost were strong too. I wonder if we truly are being hunted down now.” \n\tOnce Holt catches up to them, the three boys find their other friends and take them along to the tent. The inside of the quickly made canvas-roofed home surprises some of them, especially by how fast they were able to set it up. A handmade bath put together with blocks of wood steams with hot water; while it's only four feet high, it still serves its purpose. Dozens of blankets are set aside to the left, while cauldrons of fire are to the right. Demons feast, wash themselves with herbs and hot water and speak quietly to one another while the strangers enter.\n\tDrew speaks out loud to the group. “Don't be shy with them. Ask and you'll learn more than you could ever imagine. All of us are quite dirty from the battle, so I think we should use their bath as well. It's a sign of respect to do so.” After a short moment of informing them, he runs over to his husband and bites his lip when realizes that Nellyn and Aldan are deeply conversing. “Uhm... Hope I'm not interrupting anything too major.”\n\tNellyn smiles at Drew, holding his hands together behind his back. He glances away, toeing at the floor. “Nothing too major. Your husband and I were discussing tactics for tomorrow. And the price paid for victory or defeat.”\n\tNodding grimly, Aldan wraps an arm around Drew's waist. “You're sure we won't be interrupting your people, Captain?”\n\t“Not at all. New friends would be a welcome distraction from thinking about tomorrow.” Nellyn inclines his head and sweeps an arm towards the bath. “Of course, if you're shy. . .”\n\tAldan snorts and scoffs. Drew giggles. “I'm not that shy to turn down a hot bath after a day like today. You and Drew spent a lot of time together when Drew was first back?” Aldan moves near the baths and begins stripping his clothes off. “I notice that your tattoos seem similar somehow.”\n\tNellyn strips as well, casting furtive glances at Aldan.  He admires the warrior body of his guest. “Yes. My brother Kendyn is an accomplished tattoo artist. He has done all of mine and he did Drew as well.” The demon stops and covers his mouth for an instant. “His tattoos, I mean.”\n\tThe smooth bodied demon allows Aldan to enter the baths, following closely. The pair sit near each other and look expectantly at Drew.\n\tDrew shrugs and blushes as he begins peeling out of his clothes. One of the other demons is kind enough to take them to be washed, along with the armor that needs to be polished. Aldan tries to object and explain that he has spitboys that do that kind of work, but they ignore him.\n\tOnce nude and in the water, he finds a bucket with a bar of soap and begins scrubbing himself off. “I should be... Quite frank and honest, Aldan.” He glances at Nellyn. “We did share a relationship while I stayed there. I love Nellyn and his brother as friends, but I love you as my husband, my sole lover. I'd like to hope that this doesn't interfere with the future.”\n\tSilence follows. Aldan tenses for a moment, as does Nellyn. Aldan is the first to speak. “I see. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Not angry. Curious, I suppose. Aroused, slightly. Judging from how it's been since we've been back together, you still love me and I you. I don't see why it should interfere. We've not taken the vows as Holt and Aizen... And you'd just come through something unimaginable.” He smiles sadly. “I had just helped kill you, after all. I can't really be upset over you two being together.” He's quiet for a moment before looking at Nellyn. “And Nellyn is rather attractive.”\n\tNellyn sighs and relaxes. “He never wavered in his feelings for you, Aldan. He was afraid you wouldn't want him. Of course, Kendyn and I told him he was being silly.” He splashes water at Drew. “He spoke glowingly of you, too. I've never seen a naked human before and you are as impressive as Drew claimed.”\n\tAldan slides over to Drew, hugging him from behind. “And I have troll blood in my family. So horns and teeth are part of the foreplay.” He stands in the water, gesturing to the scars given by Drew. “Drew gave me a couple of these. . .” He allows Nellyn a good look at his half-hard cock. “We're both biters.”\n\tDrew is relieved to find out his friend and lover are able to get along after getting the heavy part out of the way. He relaxes himself into his husbands arms and converses with the two of them with a sense of ease. Behind him, the rest of the demons drink and share cultural history or learn from each other with the humans and anthros. Everyone decides to sleep together, except for the demons unable to do so, whom spend their time cleaning weapons and armor, praying and helping around camp.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>The Battle for E&rsquo;hbel<br />By DamiJon<br />Chapter Fourteen<br /><br />P.S Have some villanious wincest and some violent battles. <br /><br /><br />\tSixty miles away from Prince Ronan, Commander Jason Steel and Aldan Yaeger&#039;s settlement, the Iron King of Cruiberg, Jeremy Naxxremis, plots with his specialists in a large tent at his headquarters. He remains seated and swirling a glass of wine while the others spread papers and maps across a long table. They know that they have the current advantage against the demons and Harathi soldiers, which they plan to use in initiating the inevitable first attack.<br />\t&ldquo;Hand over the intelligence that we have on the Raiders.&rdquo; The King commands. Sitting to his left is the young Varon Stethik, who glosses over the papers in his hand and holds them out to Jeremy. &ldquo;We must be patient and wait for the right time to take Aldan and his men down. Yes, they have great numbers and that&#039;s something to worry about, but it&#039;s this man who remains the most major of all threats. His success is not a gift of a miracle. No. This man is beyond talented in the art of commanding and killing - a natural at it. Varon, you will be in command of killing the Raider&#039;s when the time is right and I will be the one to slay Aldan. Not to stroke my own ego, but I don&#039;t believe anyone else is capable of it. I&#039;ve been holding back and waiting for this moment to unleash my full strength on an opponent like him. If my brother were at my side this battle would be over in half a day...&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;But Aigua still holds strong.&rdquo; One of the other commanders speaks up.<br />\tJeremy raises a brow, slightly offended, but lets it wash away as he finishes his drink. &ldquo;Continue.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Prince Asher of Aigua and his army seem to be much stronger than we previously imagined.&rdquo; The bald older gentleman speaks, slamming his tusk of beer down on the table. &ldquo;Even with Klaus and Rhys trying to continue pushing, they keep E&#039;hbel safe from harm. It amazes me that a boy as young as Asher has rose to show such power and authority. The boy deserves an honorable death when the war is over, unlike the King of Harathi.&rdquo;<br />\tThe Iron King grins as he finishes reading through the report on Aldan and his men. &ldquo;Certainly you must have some thoughts and ideas on the matter of the coming battle, Epirael.&rdquo;<br />\tTo the King&#039;s right, the dark mage Epirael sits up in his chair, dressed in his black cloak and looking up at the top of the tent. He takes down his hood, revealing his short gray hair and scarred face. Despite being over two hundred years old, he looks as if he&#039;s only in his sixties. &ldquo;Of course. There&#039;s many things I&#039;ve learned from the assault the Raiders did on Rakshahas, which also lead to the death of my master, Raethum. Master was too drunk on power and pride, which is common in dark mages who have lived for so long and continued to grow more viscous. I have no interest in following his foolish footsteps. Instead, I will displace my sense of confidence in my strength in hope to strengthen the dark mages in my command. I will make a pact with the nameless dark mage. Two of my strongest will remain by your side at all times, Jeremy. As for you, Varon... I will also make you stronger.&rdquo;<br />\tJeremy simply nods his head. &ldquo;Very well then. Let&#039;s begin the planning for the first assault.&rdquo;<br />\tAfter the conference in the main tent, Epirael heads back to his temporary home, which was once a place where a family of demons lived that he killed himself. As soon as he enters he spots a tall man dressed in a black cloak. The man turns his face to the right, appearing to be Raethum, but as much as he resembles him, the man in front of him is no doubt someone else.<br />\t&ldquo;A clever disguise.&rdquo; Epirael speaks. &ldquo;You&#039;ve heard my calling. I was afraid you wouldn&#039;t, being that our war bores you and you already have too many other projects in focus point.&rdquo;<br />\tThe man with Raethum&#039;s face croaks a short-lived laugh. Even dark mages fear his presence. Some believe he doesn&#039;t exist. He&#039;s known as the nameless, or sometimes the faceless one, a dark mage that has the unique ability to shapeshift into others. Some say he has been alive for more than three thousand years. Those that have had the unique pleasure to meet him title him as the sole most powerful living human on the planet. However, he seems to rarely use his ability. &ldquo;Your selfless act for performing the ritual to call me proves to show that you&#039;ve always been as strong as your master. Raethum was bound to let himself die in this war. However, I promise you that his death will not go unnoticed.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You should be fighting by our side. When we win this war, we&#039;ll be one step closer to shrouding the continent with a blanket of darkness. All of this land could be ours.&rdquo; Epirael says softly, hoping that he can convince the powerful God-like mage.<br />\t&ldquo;Nonsense... I don&#039;t need your armies to do such a thing.&rdquo; He pulls up his sleeves and steps closer to Epirael. &ldquo;There&#039;s no fun in that. I could have the entire planet in my hands if I wanted to, but that&#039;s not where my interest lies. More power is what I crave. The only beings that I can receive it from are the dragons and the jewels they protect.&rdquo; The man sighs. &ldquo;All I want is to kill our Gods and take their place.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You truly are a madman of unspeakable insanity.&rdquo; Epirael rolls his eyes. &ldquo;As requested, I will handover all of my research and knowledge in return for power. The power to strengthen my men. Power to exceed this body and be something more.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Very well then... Wish granted.&rdquo; The nameless dark mage places one hand on Epirael&#039;s head, extracting all information from him before bestowing to him only a small increment of his own magic. He steps away and begins to fade into a cloud of black smog. &ldquo;To become stronger, you must first die. Despite it all, you will...&rdquo; But before he can finish speaking, the mysterious being vanishes, leaving Epirael in awe. The younger mage can feel the power coursing through his body. He begins to burst out in sinister laughter.<br /><br />\tLater in the night, Varon enters his home upon his request. The confused teenage boy is stripped nude in the mages home, placed at the center of a circle of herbs and human bones. Epirael pours a bucket of blood on the boy and casts his newly acquired spell. After an exhausting and repetitive hour, he kisses the Cruiberg soldier on the lips and says to him. &ldquo;I bestow upon you the power to kill the Raiders. Don&#039;t prove me wrong.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Never will I fail you, Lord Epirael.&rdquo; As he responds, the dark mages takes his right hand and guides him to the bathroom. They stop at a tub of steaming hot water, which is black and full of strange herbs.<br />\tEpirael steps away from him and towards the door. He explains, &ldquo;Clean the blood of your enemies off with the waters from the dark astral ponds. I&#039;ve already given you the power you need, but with this ritual you will have even more strength. A Chaos God will emerge and question you. I cannot interfere. Once it is done you must begin training with the newfound abilities you&#039;ve been gifted.&rdquo; The dark mage bows to him and exits.<br />\tAs soon as the door closes, a ghostly figure emanates from the bathtub&#039;s water. The young warrior dips his body into it, leaving only his head up and stares at the frightening creature. Its hands are skeletal and stretch as far as they want. Suddenly, the creature speaks with no mouth. &ldquo;Varon Stethik, fifteen years old of Cruiberg, commander and nobleman of King Jeremy.&rdquo; He scoffs. &ldquo;I can tell which option you will choose, but I must ask anyway as it is my sole reason for existing. You will die. Maybe not today or during the war, but you will at some point in life. The power I give comes after ones death. These are your two choices, young Stethik. Either you may come back to life stronger than ever before after your death or you may allow your strength and power to transfer to someone else after death.&rdquo; <br />\tVaron smirks and nods his head approvingly to the question. &ldquo;Life after death, you say? No doubt I&#039;d choose to become stronger.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Just as expected.&rdquo; The ghost immediately shrouds Varon in its aura and vanishes into his body. Somehow, it still speaks from all around him. It chants in the tongue of ancient dark mages.<br />\tFrom outside of the bathroom, Epirael performs the same ritual on the King. Jeremy takes the ritual bath, but chooses the other option. He decides that if he is to die that his strength be given to his brother, which would no doubt make him twice as strong as the High King himself. After both of them have left, the master dark mage has his eldest &#039;son&#039;, Petrick, enter the room.<br />\tAs the young dark mage enters, Epirael bites on his thumb and scowls in anger. &#039;The faceless bastard is what he should be called&#039; He thinks to himself. &#039;Gave me these two children of his to raise and didn&#039;t even ask about them when I summoned him. Sure, he has better things to do. He could at least end Petrick&#039;s sadness and cure Elric of his blindness.&#039;<br />\tPetrick stands in front of the light and looks down at the canvas stretched over the floor and covered in blood. The boy chuckles a bit and tosses a small satchel of jewelry down on his fathers desk. His skin is well tan and only white beneath his underwear while his hair is a long, shiny brown like rich bark from a palm tree. He unfastens the tie around his thick robe and lets both fall to his feet, which reveals his smooth and hairless body &ndash; so tan and golden that it&#039;s hard to believe he&#039;s typically white as snow back home in the Kingdoms. Despite only being five foot two and having quite a skinny frame, he&#039;s no doubt a uniquely powerful fighter after being trained by the Cruiberg elites.<br />\t&ldquo;You called for me? A bathing ritual, you say?&rdquo; The boy pulls down his underwear and walks closer to his father. He doesn&#039;t know that his real father is none other than one of the most powerful beings on the planet.<br />\tEpirael looks down at his sons privates. Three inches now, thin (even if it were to be hard) and with only four noticeable pubes. Unlike his younger brother or father, his foreskin isn&#039;t as long and covers just the head. When erect, it naturally pulls back tightly. He envies his relatives for their extra skin, but also the others in the army with their always exposed heads. &ldquo;Beautiful as always. Yes, the ritual is ready for you. I&#039;m only doing it for a chosen few who I feel are our strongest.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Have you already done it?&rdquo; He asks his father. The boys voice is not completely deep yet, but still menacing while being effeminate.<br />\tThe man nods. &ldquo;I&#039;m sure you&#039;ll know what to do. You&#039;ll meet me in the bedroom after you&#039;re done. Prepare yourself down there beforehand.&rdquo; Epirael grins widely. As he heads for the room, Petrick notices his fathers body begin to transform into a younger, more handsome form.<br />\tThe boy heads into the bathroom and steps into the tub without even looking down at it. He shuts his eyes, knowing exactly what kind of ritual this is. Once again, the ghost appears and forms a funnel around him. It speaks. &ldquo;Petrick, thirteen years old, son of Epirael. You have two choices &ndash; become stronger after death or bestow your strength to someone else after death. Which will you choose?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Question.&rdquo; Petrick sticks his head out of the water and raises a finger. &ldquo;If I choose the latter, may I also collaborate on a set of rules for it?&rdquo;<br />\tThe creature laughs, which reverberates all around the boy. &ldquo;Of course! You are the first in four hundred years to ask such a thing. What do you propose?&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick sits up further in the water and rubs his chin. He looks down at the black water and petals floating on the surface and answers. &ldquo;All I ask is that if I were to die that my brother is able to see again. I&#039;m guessing that setting such a rule with you would interfere with the proposed two choices, right?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Right.&rdquo; The ghost responds. &ldquo;If that is all, then it shall be done. None of your strength or powers, only your eyes.&rdquo; It begins to vanish and sink into the boys skin. Petrick stands out of the water and looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes redden and swell as he thinks of his brother. &ldquo;Do I really have what it takes to protect you? Even after this?&rdquo; He steps out of the tub and begins to dry himself off. Afterwards, he heads back to the main room and puts on his jewelry; three rings on his right hand, golden earrings, and a necklace with a purple crystal attached to it. The boy smiles and walks calmly to his fathers bedroom.<br />\tEpirael sits on the edge of his bed. He sips from a goblet of wine, a second goblet resting on the nightstand along with a freshly uncorked bottle. A cheery fire burns in a small fireplace, a small table holds a chess game, in progress, and a plate of fruits and cheeses.<br />\tEpirael is naked, his body that of a rugged, handsome Cruiberg.&nbsp;&nbsp;Shaved head with a short, dark beard, Well muscled chest, arms, and stomach with a rug of short, dark hair on the chest. His cock is semi-hard, seven inches in its current state, uncut with the pee slit poking out from the skin. His pubes are dark, but trimmed short and his balls, large and dark, hang loosely.<br />\t&ldquo;Ah, my beautiful son.&rdquo; He smiles at Petrick and slides over on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He pats the mattress next to him. &ldquo;The ritual went well?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Of course. I argued with the God, like usual.&rdquo; Petrick sticks out his tongue. He hops onto the bed and sits by his father. Quite immediately, his penis stiffens to it&#039;s full length at five inches. The skin pulled back completely, showing off a shiny and clean head. He plays with his few pubes while rubbing his fathers chest.<br />\t&ldquo;Ah, did you win the argument? The god&#039;s have their days numbered, I think. Whether they know it or not.&rdquo; He sets his wine down and runs a hand over his son&#039;s flat, tight stomach. &ldquo;Your body is exquisite.&rdquo; He leans over, running his tongue over Petrick&#039;s right nipple. His sucks it for a moment. &ldquo;What father ever had better sons?&rdquo; As he returns to the nipple, his hand slides lower, cupping his boy&#039;s cock and balls. &ldquo;I hope this body of mine pleases you?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Mhm. It does.&rdquo; He giggles. Petrick reaches to squeeze his Dad&#039;s shaft and masturbates him slowly. His eyes notice the jar of grease, which gets him extra excited. &ldquo;I love that you can change so many forms. Your old self is beautiful, this self is gorgeous, but the other is my favorite. Stay like this for a bit first though.&rdquo; He winks.<br />\t&ldquo;Of course.&rdquo; The bearded face move up on Petrick&#039;s chest, kissing his way to the boy&#039;s neck. He bites gently, kissing and sucking his son&#039;s smooth skin. Down below, he gently squeezes the hardening cock and balls. &ldquo;When you&#039;re ready, I will teach you how to change your form. It&#039;s difficult and requires a great deal of practice. Once you&#039;ve mastered the skill. . .Oh, the things you can do.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Dark and violent things, I hope.&rdquo; He grins devilishly. The boy runs his fingernails against his fathers back and moans softly. Their cocks are frotting against one another, which shows the incredible size difference between the two. Petrick raises himself upwards into him a bit more before kissing his fathers lips.<br />\tFather and son&#039;s tongue intertwine in the boy&#039;s mouth, then in the father&#039;s. Epirael holds himself above his boy, letting part of his weight rest upon him. He glances down to see that they are both fully erect. He breaks their kiss for a moment, grinning at his son. &ldquo;I chose this body for a reason.&rdquo; <br />\tHe grabs the tips of both of their cocks, squeezing gently. They both stare down as Epirael pulls and stretches his skin down over the tip of his cock. Pressing his tip against Petrick&#039;s tip, he slides his skin over his son&#039;s cock head. Slowly, he manipulates his skin over their touching heads, moaning into his boy&#039;s mouth. &ldquo;Mmhmm...what do you think, Pet?&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick forms a high pitch yelp and moans loudly. He kisses all over daddies shoulders and hugs him tightly. &ldquo;Gods, I fucking love when you do that. I wish I had more skin like you and Elric. Sometimes I wish my dick was like some of the others, but that wouldn&#039;t be right as a dark mage! Ahh, fuck! Keep doing that.&rdquo;<br />\tKissing his son&#039;s neck, he continues to dock the boy. He savors the taste of his boy, the feeling of their tips touching, the warmth his body beneath him. &ldquo;Your dick has its own virtues, Petrick. It is beautiful. You are beautiful.&rdquo; He picks up the speed slightly, using his skin to masturbate them both. He lets his hand slide down on Petrick&#039;s shaft, squeezing his balls before returning to slide his skin over their tips.<br />\tAfter a few minutes of tongue kissing, frotting and docking, Petrick asks his master. &ldquo;Can I suck it before you fuck me?&rdquo; The tip of his tongue sticks out of his mouth as his father nods. The muscular man stands on his knees and wags his cock out in front of him. Petrick sits on his own knees and moves closer, smelling the large sack as his tongue kisses it. He licks up the shaft to the tip, pulls the skin forward to see how much there is and runs his tongue over it before going under it. His mouth easily takes six of the entire eight and half inches. It&#039;s thick and large enough to masturbate while sucking and the extra skin always gives him some more fun ideas when giving head. He typically prefers his cut friends because he can suck them longer, where as in just a quick minute he can already feel his daddy&#039;s rod pulsating and leaking pre-cum.<br />\t&ldquo;Mmmm....fuck yes, Pet. Suck daddy.&rdquo; he looks down, watching his oldest son working his cock. The boy uses his mouth and hands to pleasure his father. &ldquo;If you want to swallow my load, baby, you can. I&#039;ll have to rest for a minute after before I can fuck you. But I will gladly do both for you.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Nnnmm mnn.&rdquo; He says, still slurping away at his cock. Petrick pulls off, still masturbating him fast and speaks. &ldquo;Feed it to me, Daddy.&rdquo; His tongue glides all crazy over the slit and head before deep throating him. His hands tug at the sack as his mouth works wonders.<br />\t&ldquo;Fuck. . .close now.&rdquo; Epirael grabs his son&#039;s head, thrusting his pelvis to guide his cock deeper into Petrick&#039;s mouth. His balls tighten and twitch. He pushes his cock deep into Pet&#039;s mouth, gripping the boy&#039;s hair firmly and holding his head still. He gasps. &ldquo;Ungh...mmm. . .&rdquo; The first jet of cum shoots down Petrick&#039;s throat. Epirael allows his son to pull back a bit, his tongue working the sensitive head. More cum explodes from deep within Epirael&#039;s balls, filling Petrick&#039;s mouth as quickly as he swallows. &ldquo;Ahhhh, yes. . .drink it! Drink all of daddy&#039;s seed! Uunnggh!!!&rdquo;<br />\tAs the last shot fires into his mouth, Petrick pulls the skin forward again, watching as the rest oozes down from it before he licks it all up and from inside as well. The boy shows Epirael the load in his mouth and swallows it proudly. &ldquo;Yum! Best load you&#039;ve given me all month.&rdquo; He rubs his tummy. &ldquo;I bet Elric would be jealous. He&#039;s still training one with of the soldiers.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Don&#039;t worry. I&#039;ll have one of my teas and I&#039;ll have plenty for him.&rdquo; He lays down and pulls his son close. &ldquo;Let me check to see if you swallowed it all.&rdquo; He presses his tongue into Pet&#039;s mouth. Slowly he explores all through his son&#039;s mouth, seeking any portion of his cum that may be present. He can taste it on his son&#039;s mouth, and he eagerly searches for more.<br />\tPetrick starts tugging on his own penis, which is half-erect now as the two of them kiss. His hands twirl around his fathers nipples and he&#039;s left breathless when they break apart. The boy sips from his fathers glass of wine before handing it over to him. &ldquo;Father... You said you did the ritual before anyone else. Did you choose the former over the latter?&rdquo;<br />\tSipping his wine, the elder Dark Mage looks at his son. If it weren&#039;t his son, he would punish an apprentice who would question him so. His eyes travel down and up over Petrick&#039;s body. He smiles. &ldquo;I chose the former. Death will not be the end of me.&rdquo; He lets his fingertips dance over his son&#039;s tanned and smooth skin. &ldquo;My guess is that you chose to pass on your powers to your brother. I know how close you two are.&rdquo;<br />\tThe boy frowns, sitting up in bed. &ldquo;So you really think we&#039;re going to lose this battle? I don&#039;t want to lose you...&rdquo; He cuddles close to his father and rubs his hand along Epirael&#039;s chest. &ldquo;Losing mother was enough. I know I have to be strong...&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;re not going to lose. But, someday we will meet a foe we cannot master.&rdquo; He holds his boy close. &ldquo;You are strong, Petrick. You have come so far in your studies. Your strength is part of the reason you&#039;ve been able to learn so much so fast. I&#039;ve seen apprentices who were smarter, but they lacked the will to do what must be done to master our art. You have the will, as well as the intellect.&rdquo; He kisses the top of Petrick&#039;s head. &ldquo;And you take care of Elric. You are strong, son.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Only because you raised me.&rdquo; He answers. The boy kisses his father back and begins running his hands lower, slowly tugging on the flaccid cock to make it hard again.<br />\tEven though his son is ready for round two, Epirael can&#039;t help but to be hit by his eldest sons words. &#039;Because you raised me&#039;. Despite all of the corruption of dark mages over his lengthy life, the man seems to hold some sense of humanity and love for the two sons that he was forced to watch over. Not even he can quite understand it.<br />\t&ldquo;So...&rdquo; Petrick licks his lips. &ldquo;Will you change into that third form now?&rdquo;<br />\tEpirael smirks at his son. &ldquo;You&#039;d drain me dry and leave nothing for your little brother, wouldn&#039;t you? How cruel you are, trying to consume all of my seed on your own.&rdquo; He sits up and slides out of bed. Let me have a restorative tea. &ldquo;I have a new recipe that should stimulate the replenishment of my vital essences and seed.&rdquo; He begins heating water in the hearth, then moves to a small work bench where he gathers several jars and bottles. He begins mixing and grinding various ingredients with a mortar and pestle. He calls over his shoulder. &ldquo;Why don&#039;t you get us a snack, Pet? You might check on Elric, perhaps he&#039;d like to join us?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Sure thing.&rdquo; The boy smiles. He stands up from bed and slips on a pair of undies, then dashes out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Sweets are on his mind. He shoves a donut into his mouth, takes another for his brother and runs into the boys temporary bedroom.<br />\tInside of the small and messy bedroom are several tables next to a mattress. Herbs and various medicines are stacked in mason jars on one side, dozens of books and written notes on another (all with braille writing), and the final one containing various jars of body parts. The parts mainly consist of flesh and muscle. While the younger brother rarely uses any dark magic, he prepares almost all of his fathers much needed resources for him to make up for his blindness.<br />\tPetrick hands his brother a donut and rubs his hair. &ldquo;What do you think you&#039;re doing hiding in the room all night and reading books? Don&#039;t you want to have some fun time with Dad and I?&rdquo; He finishes his donut and waits for his shy brother to respond.<br />\tElric pushes his brother&#039;s hand away and jerks his head. He looks up at his brother, his eyes wandering aimlessly even as he faces his brother. The bright blue eyes, the clearest blue Petrick&#039;s ever seen, move constantly, as if searching for something that they will never find. Elric frowns as he smooths down his straw colored hair. His hair is irregularly cut, mostly short, as the boy insists on cutting it himself. &ldquo;That depends on what sort of fun. If it&#039;s torturing a demon or a prisoner, I&#039;d rather read.&rdquo; His frown disappears and he leans forward, reaching out with one hand until he finds Pertick&#039;s leg. Without thinking, he begins lightly stroking his brother. His freckled face grows hopeful as his thin lips turn slightly upward into a grin. &ldquo;What do you and Father have in mind?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Well, the only thing Dad wants to torture is my ass, I think. And yours too I bet.&rdquo; He leans forward and rubs his nose to his brothers. They kiss gently before he rubs at Elric&#039;s side. He looks down at the book and shuts it carefully after folding a page. &ldquo;So what do you say? Want to join in?&rdquo;<br />\tElric smacks his lips, running his tongue over them. &ldquo;You taste like Father&#039;s cum and donuts.&rdquo; He stands, taking hold of a long stick of carved, dark wood with one hand. He holds on to his brother&#039;s side with the other. &ldquo;Lead on, Pet. Um. Are there more donuts? We should take some for after. We&#039;re always so hungry when we finish.&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick leads his brother to the kitchen, with Elric using the stick as a cane to feel in front of him for obstacles. They pause in the kitchen to gather more donuts and the remains of a minced fruit pie and a small jar of clotted cream. Entering their father&#039;s bed chamber, Petrick sets the snack on a low table while Elric moves to the bed, sitting and facing the fire. He takes a deep breath, following it with another. You&#039;re making tea, Father?<br />\t&ldquo;He&#039;s going to transform.&rdquo; Petrick answers for his Dad. The older brother sits by him and helps him take off his shirt, folds it, then helps him out of his pants. He loves his brothers bits of baby fat that are still left and rubs his hands all over it before rubbing his inner thighs. Despite the fact that his brother is two years younger than him at eleven he&#039;s somehow bigger in size down there than him! Pet wonders as he always does how much bigger it&#039;ll get once he starts puberty. He slips off his own underwear before fingering his brothers waistband.<br />\t&ldquo;Oh? Into what?&rdquo; The younger brother stands and slides his unders off, revealing his uncut cock. For an eleven year old, Elric&#039;s dick is impressive, even though it&#039;s not fully erect. Even flaccid, it measure three full inches with the very tip of his foreskin another inch beyond his head. With one hand, he flops his dick up and down against his pubis and balls, causing himself to harden rapidly. Soon, he&#039;s erect to his full five inches, with the skin tapering off nearly an inch past his tip. He sits and slides back onto the center of the bed, sitting cross legged to reveal his cock and balls. &ldquo;Pet, you can play with mine if you want while we wait for Dad.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I&#039;d love to play with lil bros bigger pecker.&rdquo; He answers and licks his lips. Petrick tugs on his own erection before laying down on his chest and taking the bottom of Elric&#039;s dick in his left hand. His tongue licks all around the hood and digs into the extra skin before pulling it halfway back, then he masturbates him as he goes to suck both of his nuts. His mouth lets out a loud pop sound before he begins sucking his brother and fingering his nipples at the same time.<br />\t&ldquo;Mmm..that&#039;s nice, Petrick.&rdquo; Elric leans back, laying flat on his back. Folding his hands together behind his head, he sighs as his brother tends his cock with his mouth.<br />\tEpirael looks on from the hearth, pouring hot water over his tea mixture and allowing it to steep. HIs eyes wander over Elric&#039;s body. Young and smooth, no body hair to mar his smooth skin. A suitable amount of baby fat framing a body on the leading edge of puberty. As he sips the tea, Epirael can feel his own cock stirring to life.<br />\tPetrick sucks faster and rolls his tongue all around the head, stroking him at the same time as he rubs along his younger brothers butthole. His own erection rages as pre-cum drips from the slit. After blowing him for a few minutes, he holds his brother up and digs his tongue into his hole to get him ready for Daddy.<br />\tStanding nude before the fire, Epirael drains his tea as he watches his oldest son pleasuring his youngest son. Petrick has moved from sucking his little brother to rimming him, eating his ass loudly and gleefully. Elric pulls his knees up to his chest, moaning softly as Petrick&#039;s tongue flicks over his asshole and presses into the pink hole.<br />\tThe tea works its magic quickly. Soon, Epirael&#039;s cock is rock hard, his balls yearning for release. He moves next to the bed, taking Elric&#039;s hand and placing it on the head of his swollen cock.<br />\tA smile quickly forms on Elric&#039;s face as he recognizes the feel of his father&#039;s cock. He squeezes the head, running his thumb over the slit. The boy turns his unseeing eyes towards his father, opening his mouth wide, his tongue hanging down over his lower lip, almost to his chin. &ldquo;Papa?&rdquo; Then with more hunger, more desire. &ldquo;Papa!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I think I know what you wanna do to Dad.&rdquo; He chuckles. Petrick wipes his mouth off and grabs a container of the finest and most expensive grease. The lubricant provides a warm and tingly sensation over his dick as he rubs it all over. He lets his brothers legs droop over his shoulders again before speaking. &ldquo;I&#039;m gonna stick it in ya now. Get ya&#039; ready for Dad.&rdquo; He holds out his tongue as he pulls back his foreskin and thrusts himself into his younger brother. Despite being much smaller in size, his rhythm is perfect and patient.<br />\tThe blind and young dark mage invites his fathers cock into his mouth welcomingly, sucking and slurping, using one hand while the other beats himself off. He moans with a full mouth and curls his toes as his brother hits his sweet spot.<br />\tEpirael gently strokes his youngest boy&#039;s hair. Elric sucks and slurps his father&#039;s cock, letting the head rub against the back of his throat as he swallows again and again. It&#039;s an amazing sensation for both of them and the father moans softly to encourage his son&#039;s efforts.<br />\tThrusting himself deeply into Elric, older brother Petrick grins as he watches his little brother devour his father&#039;s cock. Holding on to his brother&#039;s legs, Pet works himself in and out of his brother, loosening and relaxing him in preparation for his father to ride his little brother. &ldquo;I dunno how you do it, Elric, but I&#039;m gonna cum again soon!&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick breathes out heavily and blows hair out of his face, which sticks to the side. His pumps and thrusts become natural, almost as if they were made to do this every day for the rest of their life. His orgasm causes him to yell out. &ldquo;Gahhh!! Fuck! Fuck yeah, bro!&rdquo; He slams his cock into him three more times, buries the four shots of cum into him and slowly pulls out. &ldquo;All ready for you, Daddy.&rdquo;<br />\tAs Epirael moves to the other side of the bed, Petrick lays and by his brother and masturbates him while the two of them kiss lovingly.<br />\t&ldquo;You came fast tonight, Pet.&rdquo; Elric frowns. &ldquo;I like it when you take longer.&rdquo;<br />\tThe brothers kiss, their tongues wrestling each other and sucking on each other&#039;s lips and tongue. Petrick eases a hand down onto Elric&#039;s chest. Gently, he pinches his brother&#039;s small, pale nipples then circles them with his thumb.<br />\t&ldquo;It&#039;s your ass...It was so tight and nice tonight. And your kisses taste like donuts.&rdquo; Petrick kisses his brother deeply. <br />\tAt the other end of Elric, Epirael lifts his son&#039;s legs over his shoulders. He greases up his cock, watching a small drop of cum ooze out of Elric&#039;s ass and trickle down his crack. The boy&#039;s balls are tight and his cock is hard. &ldquo;Perfect, Elric. I&#039;m going to ease myself in at first, alright?&rdquo;<br />\tElric pulls back from his kiss with his brother, Petrick moves down to nibble on the boy&#039;s neck. &ldquo;Please, daddy, fuck me hard tonight?&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick reaches over to grab one of his Dad&#039;s hand rolled cigarettes. He lights it and lets it stay in his mouth as he maneuvers his legs between Elric&#039;s face. Slowly, the young teen pushes his cock into his brothers mouth. He holds onto the sheets and begins fucking it while puffing and sucking on the cigarette. &ldquo;Fuck yeah, bro. Suck all over that dick.&rdquo;<br />\tElric strokes himself with one hand and holds his other hand towards his brother pubis to pull some of the skin back. His tongue glides over the frenulum, around the head, gliding in circles around the shaft. Spit runs down his lips as he works.<br />\tEpirael watches his oldest son fucking his youngest son&#039;s mouth. &ldquo;Such good brothers you are to each other.&rdquo; He pushes his cock into Elric. His large, thick cock slides into the boy&#039;s hole, well lubed and relaxed by his brother. &ldquo;And such good sons to me...Ahhh.&rdquo;<br />\tThe Dark Mage pumps slowly into his boy, sliding his cock deep into him before slowly pulling back and repeating the process again and again. Once he&#039;s satisfied that Elric is comfortable with being fucked, he picks up the page. The boy moans happily, his mouth full of his brother even as his ass is filled by his father. Soon, Epirael is pumping hard and deep into his 12 year old, their bodies slapping together loudly. &ldquo;Mmmmm...What a delightful ass you have, Elric.&rdquo;<br />\tThe boy resting on his back, pushes against his brother&#039;s tummy. Petrick pulls his cock out of his brother&#039;s mouth, allowing the younger boy to talk, even as he squeezes and strokes his brother. &ldquo;I love your dick, Daddy. Pleeeasse fuck me harder...and deeper, too. You know how I like it.&rdquo; Elric fairly whines to his father before slurping Petrick&#039;s cock back into his mouth.<br />\tPetrick looks behind him at his Dad, who&#039;s thrusting at an incredible pace with little to no effort at all. He ashes out his cigarette and jacks off over his brother&#039;s face. &ldquo;You like Daddy&#039;s big cock in you, huh? You like sucking your bro&#039;s smaller dick?&rdquo; He pulls the skin up and rubs it over his brothers, lips, pushes it in and begins pumping. &ldquo;I&#039;m gonna pee, Elric.&rdquo; He keeps just the tip of his hooded dick in his mouth and begins to let his warm and sour stream loose. Once it&#039;s been swallowed, he pulls his skin back, has his brother lick it clean and fucks his mouth some more.<br />\tSweat flows down Epirael&#039;s face. Elric&#039;s body is wet with sweat, his own and that of his father and brother. The youngest of the trio sucks hard, slurping loudly on Petrick&#039;s small cock. Moans and whimpers escape his throat as he is nearly overwhelmed at the sensations.<br />\t&ldquo;Where should I cum, boys?&nbsp;&nbsp;Tell me where you want daddy&#039;s cum!&rdquo; The elder implores them to choose. He can feel himself getting close. It&#039;s always hard for him to hold his orgasms when he&#039;s inside his youngest. &ldquo;Ungh, El...Your insides are so warm...&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick pulls his cock out of his brothers mouth and falls to the side of the bed, letting his brother answer. &ldquo;Inside me, Dad! I want both in me!&rdquo; The older brother sighs and watches as his brother moans loudly. Clear cum dribbles from out of the boys teardrop foreskin.<br />\tNodding, Epirael continues to slam his cock home. His balls bounce against Elric&#039;s ass. &ldquo;Very well, boy.&rdquo; His voice is a grunt, his breathing deep and rapid. He stares down at Elric&#039;s face, a look of ecstasy and bliss writ across his son&#039;s visage. The boy&#039;s tongue pokes from his mouth, lightly licking his lips around and around.<br />\t&ldquo;Ungh, Daddy! Fuck me, fill me with your seed! Show me how much you love me!&rdquo; Elric begs his father for more cock, for his cum.<br />\tIn answer, Epirael raises himself on his fists, driving his cock hard and deep into his baby boy. Elric is panting and whimpering with each thrust. His father groans and grunts with the effort of driving his cock deep into the boy.<br />\tSuddenly, his head arches back and Epirael lets out a cry somewhere between a moan and a howl. &ldquo;Aaggghhuunnghh! Ungh! Ungh!&rdquo; His whole body twitches as his cock unloads inside his son.<br />\tThe blind boy smiles and moans happily as he feels the second load being pushed deep inside him before it begins to ooze out of his hole. His legs fall forth and both of them see the simple glaze of cum over his dick and stuck to his belly button. Petrick pinches some of it and let&#039;s his father taste it before peeling back his brothers foreskin to lick up the rest. &ldquo;Delicious. Now you&#039;re like a cream filled donut! Your cum tastes like it too.&rdquo;<br />\tThe three brothers cuddle beside each other nude on the bed with the sheets kicked off. They talk in hopes of winning this battle and the war, of the dark mages taking further control and Epirael being their new leader. But deep down, what Petrick wants more than anything is his brother to see and be strong enough to defend himself.<br />\t&ldquo;What will I be doing during the battle, Father?&rdquo; Elric asks, sandwiched between his brother and father. &ldquo;Will Petrick be with you?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We won&#039;t be doing anything tomorrow.&rdquo; Epirael answers, sitting up to grab his pipe. &ldquo;Two of the other camps will be taking charge. They&#039;re small, but strong. Then we&#039;ll move in with the other camp. If it&#039;s not over that day, it will be over by the third night. This extra day will give us time to measure their strategies, continue training and further planning.&rdquo; He rubs his youngest sons scalp and kisses him on the forehead. &ldquo;You&#039;ll be with your brother at all times. He will protect you, but there might be times where you&#039;ll have to try and protect yourself. You know what spells to cast if that moment ever comes. This is a good opportunity to help train your combat skills too.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You&#039;ll be close to us, right Dad?&rdquo; Petrick asks.<br />\t&ldquo;Close enough.&rdquo; He answers clearly. &ldquo;They don&#039;t know I have sons. I won&#039;t let them use you against me. I&#039;m no doubt stronger than any of their wizards or mages and I won&#039;t make the same mistakes my previous master did. Just remember to be brave. For family, for the Gods, for our country and future.&rdquo; Both of the boys nod. &ldquo;Now sleep, my young ones. We have much to train and do tomorrow.&rdquo;<br />\tAs his sons, freshly fucked and sticky with drying cum, close their eyes, the proud father pulls his stuffed chair closer to the fire. He sits and brews a tea to help him rest. Stretching out, he sips his tea and allows himself to drift to sleep, lulled and relaxed by Elric and Petrick&#039;s rhythmic breathing.<br /><br />\tThe night passes slowly. Two armies, almost like living things themselves, are dimly aware that the other is near. Exact locations are still in question, but both know that battle will come with this rising of the sun. Every soldier in each army knows it, too. Even in the dark of night, there is activity. Guards at the ready, sensing their enemies are close. Officers going over plans, again and again. The nervous or the superstitious waiting through the night, time slowing for them, as the moons drag across the cloudy skies.<br />\tThe first purple rays of the morning sun are muted by deepening cloud cover. The air is chill as the most junior of officers move from tent to tent, waking those within. Fear and anticipation run through the armies. Breakfasts are eaten or ignored and men and women form their units, eager to move even as fear gnaws at the back of their minds.<br />\tJeremy Naxxremis issues the first orders of the day. His cavalry will scout for the Harathi forces. Upon finding the enemy, their orders are to return and report the disposition and location of the Harathi.<br />\tTheir horses stamp the ground as the Cruiberg cavalry moves out. Three companies moving, searching in three directions. The foot troops watch the horsed troops move off. For them, the waiting begins. Once word of the Harathi is returned to the King, they&#039;ll move out. Until then, they wait at the ready.<br />\tFurther off and on the opposite side of the coming battlefield, a single and ultimately the majority of the Harathi force moves in the direction to where the first encampment of troops are located. The tense anxiety is obvious within the soldiers, who&#039;ve been foolishly positioned in the arms of an egoistical commander and inexperienced King. Despite knowing the chances of a second group joining in and attacking them, they believed this was the only option. Whoever wants the win at the end of the day will be the victor - nothing more.<br />\tA keen eyed youth, long hair whipping in the wind, stands in his saddle and looks out over the vast host of the Harathi army. Squares of men march slowly, filing onto a small road and heading towards the Cruiberg. He yips to his comrades who join him in watching the spectacle. Their commander rides hard to the front. Standing in his saddle, he grins back at his troopers.<br />\t&ldquo;Right, Let&#039;s bloody their noses and draw first blood!&rdquo; He spins his horse, pulling a short javelin and holding it above his head. Javelins! Ride in and throw. Regroup here. His men and women nod, drawing their own javelins. Digging his heels into his horse&#039;s flank, he leads them down the small hill and towards the leading Harathi unit&#039;s right flank.<br />\tThe gloom of the cloudy morning and the height of the summer corn hides the Cruiberg until they&#039;re nearly upon the Harathi infantry. They emerge from the tall stalks, their hoof beats drowned out by the marching feet and drums of their targets. Short war whoops finally alert the Harathi, their officers racing to the side to assess the situation.<br />\tThe infantry are halted as the Cruiberg charge forward and let loose their javelins. The Harathi change facing and raise their shields, moving a half-beat too slowly. Javelins hurled from horseback find their mark. Men and women scream and fall, wounded or killed.<br />\tThe Cruiberg holler and ride away without ever coming in range of the sword or spear of the footmen. They disappear back into the trodden corn and morning gloom. The Harathi captain sends a runner back to the headquarters. &quot;Contact has been made&quot; Slowly, the great behemoth that is the army of Lord Jason Steele moves to follow the cavalry.<br />\tAbout fifteen miles behind them, a small outpost has been set up where King Ronan and Aldan speak to one another. They oversee how the fight is being handled, while Aldan tries to explain different strategies and philosophies to him. Further up, Aldan&#039;s raiders stay behind Jason&#039;s men and remain on duty to scout or be used whenever they&#039;re needed.<br />\tMilvik rides with his boyfriend behind him, two other couples on each of his side. He turns to Ythl. &ldquo;It&#039;ll rain tonight, so a stone ritual is pointless. I&#039;ll be able to use that to our advantage. Get enough Cruiberg in one spot and I could zap a chunk of them brainless.&rdquo; He turns his head to the other side and glares at the elf, who seems in deep thought.<br />\t&ldquo;I can&#039;t trust Jason Steele.&rdquo; He speaks in a cold, serious tone. &ldquo;Not only should we be on high alert from the Cruiberg&#039;s since we&#039;re on the top of their list, but I think we should also be suspicious of him. He could lead us into a trap and hope that we&#039;re picked off. Just... Stay alert, have each other&#039;s backs.&rdquo; Everyone else nods.<br />\tJason rides in the front of his group and smiles under his armor. He pats his friends back and speaks to him. &ldquo;Let&#039;s show them who&#039;s the brutal ones tonight. We&#039;ll slaughter them like pigs, stomp through their corpses and end the rest of them by morning.&rdquo;<br />\tKing Ronan and Aldan stand next to each other, staring down at a large map of the area. A courier hands a piece of parchment to an officer, who marks the map.&rdquo; Sire! Lord reports contact with mounted Cruiberg.&rdquo; He reports the Cruiberg are fleeing to the southeast. <br />\tRonan nods. &ldquo;I&#039;m thinking this isn&#039;t as good of news as Lord Steele makes out.&rdquo; His foot troops will never overtake Cruiberg cavalry. &ldquo;If they simply pursue, the Cruiberg can choose time and place to meet them. Why doesn&#039;t he see that?!&rdquo; Ronan slaps his fist into his open palm.<br />\tAldan glances back. Several soldiers stand, ready to map out the battle at a larger scale when the armies come fully to grip. He looks back at the map table, noting the location of the first contact. &ldquo;If he sees it, he doesn&#039;t care. His plan is simple to overwhelm the Cruiberg where ever they stand to fight him. It would have been better to lead with our own cavalry...they could have engaged and pursued more effectively. It&#039;s hubris, Your Majesty, on Steele&#039;s part.&rdquo; Aldan runs his hand over the map, examining the areas to the southeast. He stops, pointing at a section. &ldquo;If I were Jeremy, I&#039;d try to get Jason to attack me here. The Cruiberg could occupy these hills. Force Jason to attack up.&rdquo;<br />\tRonan moves down and examines the map. &ldquo;We should move our cavalry here, don&#039;t you think? To cover our own flank as we prepare...Damnit all! Lord Steele is too arrogant. He won&#039;t listen to me and if I order him to deviate from his plan, he&#039;ll ignore it. He&#039;s the seasoned commander and this is my first campaign. My father should have replaced Steele years ago.&rdquo; He looks at the map again, slowly shaking his head. &ldquo;Men will die that should have lived...because of Steele.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Many, yes. But to him it&#039;s a sacrifice he&#039;s willing to make. He doesn&#039;t see them as people. Instead, he see&#039;s them as chess pieces. All he needs is a few of the right pieces to checkmate. That&#039;s how he see&#039;s it.&rdquo; Aldan says to him. &ldquo;But they&#039;ll follow his orders no matter what because they trust him and have fought with him for so long.&rdquo;<br /><br />\tTwenty miles away from them, the second base near King Jeremy prepares to leave as they get word of the parties making contact. &ldquo;Young Lord Varon arrived early and proudly commands all of them himself with obvious pride. They can smell the rain coming near. Victory. The boy hates being stuck in a room of older officers and staring at maps. What he really wants is to take his sword into battle and test his new powers. However many are lost in the afternoon... We will not let them die in vein.&rdquo; He says as he stands outside of his tent and looks at his men that prepare. The other officers listen along. &ldquo;We&#039;ll move out in the next hour and arrive at dusk and when the rain begins.&ldquo;<br />\tIn his mind, the boy works through his plans to dismantle and kill Aldan&#039;s raiders by picking them off one by one. They&#039;ll no doubt come in contact with them tonight. He knows that finding Aldan among them is unlikely. He knows who he must kill tonight. The boy speaks under his breath. &ldquo;I&#039;ll start with his lieutenant and corporals. And if I get the chance, I&#039;ll slaughter his second squad the next day. Then the rest of them will be easy picking for me.&rdquo; He grunts in excitement.<br /><br />\tAt the Cruiberg main encampment, King Jeremy sends riders to the nearby outposts. The carry his commands for those units to engage the Harathi, harrying them and pinning them down before his main force moves in for the kill. <br />\t&ldquo;I can&#039;t believe our luck!&rdquo; He boasts as he reads the first reports. &ldquo;Old Haleax is dead. And Steele is in command? It&#039;s almost like they want us to defeat them!&rdquo; His laughter carries over the camp. &ldquo;Epirael, will that storm be with us tonight or tomorrow?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Tonight. Four hours, thirty two minutes.&rdquo; He counts with his eyes shut. &ldquo;Varon&#039;s timing might be off by a little bit, but everything will be fine.&rdquo;<br />\tBoth of his sons sit close by. The younger holds his brothers hands while half-smiling, while Petrick patiently waits for the next report.<br />\t&ldquo;Good, good!&rdquo; Jeremy smiles, grabbing a mug of beer from one of his soldiers and downing it in one pull. &ldquo;I can tell you exactly what old Steele will do. His battle plan will be what it was last war. Wear us down with numbers. His army won&#039;t care a whit for position or maneuver. It will be like fighting a stubborn turtle.&rdquo;<br />\tKing Jeremy&#039;s good humor is reflected through his army. From the outlying camps, fast troops move to engage the Harathi. Though their manpower is limited, Lord Steele&#039;s orders work to the Cruiberg&#039;s favor.<br />\tAs individual units of Harathi infantry are engaged by archers or javelineers, the Harathi are directed to give chase. The Cruiberg fall back which draws the Harathi units this way and that. Some go southeast, some go northeast. The end result is that by mid-afternoon, Lord Steele&#039;s army is a strung out, chaotic mess.<br />\tAs it becomes obvious to Jason that his forward most units are in danger of running too far in front of the rest of his army, he is forced to adjust his plans. He issues orders to pull his units back and to reassemble his army in some sort of fighting order.<br />\tAs the groups come to re-assemble, Jason and other recognize Cruiberg&#039;s on horseback that have been tracking them. Few are shot down, but most escape back into the forest and lead proof that they&#039;re uphill.<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;ll have no choice but to fight uphill.&rdquo; Tomas worries to his friends and lover. &ldquo;This is bad. We might be able to defeat them, but if there&#039;s another attack right afterwards we&#039;re most likely doomed. We need a plan B and we need it fast.&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik thinks for a moment and considers the Cruiberg&#039;s spiritual thoughts on weather. &ldquo;It&#039;s going to rain in two hours... I... Ythl, can you sense anything close by?&rdquo; The wizard shakes his head. &ldquo;Well, I can tell by sound and vibration that we&#039;re thirty minutes off from reaching the Cruiberg forces. But wouldn&#039;t they prefer to fight in a storm? That means the real battle will happen an hour and a half later.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I bet they&#039;ll come at us from both sides.&rdquo; Holt tisks and spits. &ldquo;We could alert Jason, but it wouldn&#039;t change much.&rdquo;<br />\tAt Jason&#039;s headquarters, he sends out the orders reforming his army. He hopes to have the time to knit his scattered units into a defensible line. Muttering under his breath, he curses the captains who &#039;foolishly moved their units out of position&#039;. None have the nerve to point out that the captains were simply following his written orders.<br />\tAn hour or two before evening, Jeremy stares down from atop a low range of hills. The Harathi are still assembling below. To his right, his cavalry is probing and harassing Steele&#039;s open left flank. The Harathi commander on that side isn&#039;t a fool and has his men arrayed in a strong defensive position, minimizing the damage inflicted by the cavalry. But the damage is constant and the Cruiberg show no signs of tiring or wearing down.<br />\tRelief comes from an unexpected source, taking pressure from the defenders. King Ronan, moving his own headquarters closer to the fighting, has ordered his cavalry to support the battered left flank. The Cruiberg and Harathi cavalry clash in short, sharp exchange, and with the Harathi infantry making a sudden assault, the Cruiberg are forced to withdraw. Supporting infantry arrive and the left flank of the Harathi line is stabilized.<br />\tIn the late afternoon drizzle, the armies probe and scout each other, seeking a weakness, an opening to exploit the following morning. Lord Steele busies himself in his headquarters, moving units and deploying men and women as if they were pieces on a game board. His orders are relayed to the unit commanders without question, and obeyed by men trained to obey first and think later.<br />\tAcross the open field separating the two armies, from his perch atop the low hills, Jeremy watches the action, picking out the banners and standards of his forces and the Harathi arrayed against them. He shakes his head more than once, chuckling to himself. &ldquo;He has all the imagination of a bowl of creamed corn, that Lord Steele. Utterly predictable. I want the outposts to the south to merge their forces and bivouac behind these trees here.&rdquo; He points to a section on his battle map. &ldquo;They are to await my signal before revealing themselves.&rdquo;<br />\tJeremy&#039;s orders are conveyed, though the commanders ordered to wait grumble and curse their luck. They and their men hunger for battle, but they know not to disregard King Jeremy.<br />\tFrustrated with the pace of reports arriving from Lord Steele, Ronan and Aldan, having decided to move Ronan&#039;s headquarters closer to the front lines, opt to send in their scouts to gauge the battlefield and the armies upon it. The logical choice is Aldan&#039;s second squad. <br />\t&ldquo;Majesty, they can move fast and avoid any protracted engagement. More importantly, we can get the information we need quickly and honestly.&rdquo; Aldan makes his case to the King. As he explains his thoughts, he&#039;s already writing the order.<br />\t&ldquo;Hmmm. See to it that they report their intelligences directly to us here. See it done in my name.&rdquo; The young King skims Aldan&#039;s order, adding a short note giving the order the imprimatur of the King. He signs the order and hands it to Aldan. &ldquo;Deliver this personally, Captain Jaeger.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan wastes no time and stepping up, racing to his horse and rushing to his husband to take him with before they speak to the second squad and head out. With the animals speed, they&#039;ll be able to make it in a little less than thirty minutes. Little do they realize how close the Cruiberg are and how soon they&#039;ll attack. Luckily, he arrives five minutes before and right when him and all of the other Harathi troops can hear the marching of Cruiberg&#039;s heading right towards them. He relays his message to Lord Steele, who hesitates at first, but accepts it anyway.<br />\tThe second squad immediately heads south on horseback, while Aldan begins to realize what he&#039;s stepping into. Rain finally begins to pour down and most of the sky darkens. He rushes to be with his first squad. &ldquo;This changes nothing. We go at it as if it were any other attack. All of us stick together no matter what and I promise all of us will get out of this alive.&rdquo;<br />\tSwords are unsheathed in unision, forming a horrifying sound. Aizen squeezes his boyfriend close and wipes the sweat on his hands off on his shirt. The demon boy looks for Evie and then back at his lover.<br />\tHolt squeezes Aizen&#039;s hand and looks to the soldiers around him. They&#039;re all ready, weapons drawn, their eyes set forward. Some fidget nervously. &quot;Short&quot; Harry, standing just over four foot tall, spins his blade in his hand. The elf can&#039;t help but grin. &ldquo;Spin it in a few Cruiberg stomachs for me, eh, Harry!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Aye, sir. I&#039;ll do that for ya. Gladly.&rdquo; The short man grins back for a moment, before his face sets in a grim mask.<br />\tThe elf nods to himself and sticks his sword in the ground. He pulls a strand of leather from his pouch and brushes his hair back from his head. He begins tying the leather around his head, just above his eyes. He mutters to himself as he works. &ldquo;My blood is elven. Eternal. My fathers were present when the foundations of the world were laid by the first dragons. Their courage runs in my veins. I shall not forsake that courage. I shall not quail in the face of the enemy. My courage is eternal. I shall not falter.&rdquo; He looks at Aizen. &ldquo;My love is eternal. I shall not fail. By the gods of old and new, I swear it shall be so. For I am Holt and my blood is Elven.&rdquo; He takes his sword and draws his thumb across the blade. Pressing the bloody thumb to each of his cheeks and forehead, he breathes deeply, closing his eyes. He smiles at Aizen when he opens them. &ldquo;Be careful, love. Stay close to me.&rdquo; He steps closer to his husband, pressing their lips together. &ldquo;I love you.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I love you too, babe.&rdquo; He replies. &ldquo;A warm aura envelopes him and Drew.&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik takes his staff in hand and taps the ground once, forming strikes of lightning in the sky. His boyfriend exhales and waits for the launch of first attacks to happen.<br />\tTomas and Ythl seem to be the most calm of the younger boys. The blonde Aiguan has been in this position before. He see&#039;s their shield wall and knows how to dismantle it. He can see through everything in his path, except the amount of numbers they&#039;re up against. His boyfriend focuses his staff on the nature, specifically the limbs of trees and calls for animals nearby to support him in the attack.<br />\tJason arrives back up front again and in his strongest armor. He waves off the first attack with a loud battlecry and they rush to take down the shield. Many are instantly killed by spears, javelins and high archers, but Harath prevails to crush down the wall and move into the swarm of bloodthirsty enemies. The Commander&#039;s right hand man helps preserve their strength and dignity as he kills one soldier after another, each blow ripping limbs and bodies in half no matter the kind of armor or danger they present. Glendon is challenged by brave women and children, which he slaughters more than any other. Some look away in disgust, while others are inspired by his brutality. The difference in violence between both armies is unnoticeable.<br />\tAs the front lines clash, Aldan&#039;s people make there way parallel, one designated soldier making quick notes on the battle standards of the Cruiberg. One group of swordsman launch short javelins at the Harathi line before charging with heavy, broad swords. They fight beneath a standard featuring three wolf heads, one above another. The next unit in line seems to be armed mostly with heavy axes. Their standard is a boar&#039;s head over crossed axes. And so on. The information is taken down and the soldiers move down the line, dealing with a few Cruiberg along the way.<br /><br />\tBehind the Cruiberg line, Varon sits in his saddle, stalking along the lines. He searches for Jaeger&#039;s Raiders, riding slowly along the lines his eyes peeled. He stops every few yards and brings farglasses to his eyes, examining the Harathi forces. Always searching for their sigil - A wolf&#039;s head in black, with eagle wings behind. &ldquo;Aha! I have you now!&rdquo; He cries out in triumph, stowing the farglasses in their protective case, he rides for his target.<br />\tAldan&#039;s Raider&#039;s perfectly work together in every attack and surround each other&#039;s backs. When one person seems in danger someone else seems to have their back. Ythl primarily deals with defensive strategies, such as using the trees to hold a soldier down and trip someone, temporary blinding some with magic and casting small fairies to poison others. The animals that he called for attack on the high grounds and rip the chests and throats of archers before heading downhill to attack. Tomas takes on the stronger soldiers with heavier weapons while having Alec beside him. The less-trained boy is able to land a few good kills, but doesn&#039;t compare or understand how his friends around him can be so powerful.<br />\tAizen and Drew are the farthest apart from the rest of them, but still know that they can make it back if things were to get too dangerous. Their smokescreens and fire bolts provide assistance to other soldiers - Drew&#039;s also able to help Aizen carry some wounded to the stumps of trees so that they can quickly do whatever they can do before getting back in the fight.<br />\tHolt and Aizen move back and forth between slaughtering all that come in their way from the heavier parts of the Cruiberg crowd and then towards where Milvik stands. The storm mage uses his staff to disarm and kill some, but mostly relies on jumping from place to place until he has the right amount of time to cast a spell. Lightning smashes into packs of Cruiberg as the rain comes down harder than before.<br />\tDespite the talent of Aldan&#039;s men, the casualties are extreme on both sides. Harath is close to killing the strongest of the group which means an inevitable victory, but they won&#039;t be able to catch their breath when the second force comes in to attack. <br />\t<br />\tTwo thirds of Varon&#039;s men depart towards the current battle. They&#039;ll be in contact with them in a matter of fifteen minutes. The young commander guides his men towards Aldan&#039;s second squad, who quickly realize that they&#039;re about to be engaged by a much larger force.<br />\tWiping blood from his face, Brady turns to Evie. She&#039;s marking down the nearby Cruiberg units. He kneels down, pulling her to kneel beside him. &ldquo;Listen, Evie, I&#039;m ordering you to get that information back to Aldan and King Ronan. Go now. And don&#039;t fucking argue, alright?&rdquo; He begins changing into his hybrid form, his nose lengthening and his fingers sporting dark, wicked claws. A wolverine anthro, he&#039;s using the best attributes of his beast nature to augment himself for the coming fight.<br />\t&ldquo;Brady! You can&#039;t fight like that. They&#039;ll target you for sure! You may as well paint a target on yourself!&rdquo; Evie quickly folds her parchment and grabs her friend&#039;s arm. &ldquo;What are you doing?!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Buying you time, sweet Evie. Get that to the King. Now!&rdquo; He smiles, pushing her back towards safer ground. With a loud growl, he stands and begins swinging his sword, cleaving down shocked Cruiberg warriors.<br />\tEvie hesitates, but then breaks for the rear area. She&#039;s not sure where Aldan is, but the King&#039;s command post will be easy to find. She looks back. Brady is tearing into the Cruiberg, his men closing ranks to protect his rear and flank, as they prepare to receive the charge of their enemy. Clenching her teeth, she looks away and makes for the rear area searching for the royal pavilion.<br />\tBrady slashes and stabs, even biting when the opportunity arises. Behind him, one of the men plants their battle standard in the ground. This is where they&#039;ll make their stand, where they&#039;ll win or die. Anchoring the Harathi units around them.<br />\tVaron grins as he and his men close on Jaeger&#039;s men. He feels the power gifted to him through Epirael&#039;s ritual coursing through his veins. The sound of his own heart beating and the blood rushing through his ears is almost deafening. He can&#039;t help but laugh. No one is expecting what he&#039;s about to deliver.<br />\tThe young soldier leaps off of his horse with his sword in piercing motion. The blade of his sword is designed with a luminous red that matches the design of Jeremy&#039;s flag, which is engraved over his silver breastplate. Other than his chest piece, the only other pieces of armor he uses are for his legs and the black vambraces on his arms.<br />\tThree soldiers make the mistake of moving in and trying to attack him head on, but are slashed down and killed before his boots even skimmer the grass. Others circle him and move in to attack, but their motions are too simple to calculate. The boy sheaths his blade, shuts his eyes and listens to his senses. &#039;I&#039;m stronger than Alex now&#039; He tells himself. &#039;Not even him, a wind mage, could see what I now see.&#039; Once they&#039;re close enough, he stretches low and takes only one step in while unleashing his sword. It rips through metal armor, through flesh and bone and changes his enemies blood into acid, which then melts others armor, flesh and bone. With stealth at hand, he see&#039;s through their every move and carves his way through them all. Killing so viciously has never been something he&#039;s enjoyed unless he&#039;s ultimately bored of his opponents. <br />\tAldan&#039;s second squad is stunned by the brutality and unique skill the boy presents. Despite it all, both of the corporals decide to take him head on. They take in consideration of what they&#039;ve seen so far and decide that fooling him into making the wrong attacks will put him in the lower hand. Ivan and Estes come from both sides and make quick attacks, parrying here and there to see how Varon defends himself. They realize that he&#039;s slower in reaction, but his physical strength renders him too powerful for their blows. The only place they&#039;d be willing to make a wound is by attacking his upper legs or his head.<br />\tNot too much further off, the Harathi army is forced into continuing to fight despite being fatigued by the weather and fighting uphill. Varon&#039;s men clash into them with extreme speed and chaotic nature. The loses are extreme. Almost all of the animals that Ythl called for are slaughtered. The wizard decides to form the strongest shield he can to protect him and Milvik while the latter forms a web of destruction. A dozen or so streams of blinding light slam into the Earth and kill more than two hundred instantly, while others are partially fried and injured. Trees and small homes are ignited by it and then even more as bolts and waves of fire are used against the Cruiberg.<br />\tHolt looks behind him to see Drew and Aizen working together to help heal and protect whoever they can. The elf quickly realizes that if it&#039;s not them using fire magic then there must be a large force of demons that have joined them! He raises his sword with a sense of renewed hope. Blood spews from it and onto his clothes. The boy meets with Tomas and Aldan to fight the taller, much stronger looking Cruiberg&#039;s head on.<br />\tThe elf&#039;s blade flashes quickly. The battle seems to move slowly for him. Everything moves slowly, ponderously around him. Attacks against him are easily avoided, as he sees arrows flying towards him with amazing clarity, noting the slow spin caused by the fletchings. He&#039;s able to duck and parry, spin and weave away from every blow, countering the slowness of the Cruiberg with his own flashing blade.<br />\tThose watching Holt fight see the battle in a much different light. He moves in a blur, dancing and dodging faster than the naked eye can follow. His sword is nothing more than the glint of steel, whirling and stabbing with the young elf two or three men removed from an attack when the first victim realizes he&#039;s cut.<br />\tOnly one other combatant on the field move as quickly as Holt. The demon commander, Nellyn Portok, leads his remaining demons into battle with no warning or cooridination with the Harathi. Nellyn dances with his blade, skewering Cruiberg left and right, moving so quickly that most he encounters don&#039;t even realize what they&#039;re seeing. If Holt is a blur, Nellyn is a blink. Cruiberg are forced back at the ferocity and speed of his attacks. His demons use fire and steel to carve a path in the ranks of the surprised Cruiberg.<br />\tThe Harathi center, hard pressed and beginning to fracture is reinforced by the demons. Their fury at the Cruiberg turns the tide, steadying their allies and sending a tremor of doubt through their enemies.<br />\t&ldquo;Interesting.&rdquo; Varon notes out loud. &ldquo;I&#039;ll have to end this quick, but do give me the best you can.&rdquo; <br />\tThe two corporals try to work like four hands and attack from every side, but every blow is useless and they&#039;re unable to hit the parts of his body that they need. Varon is caught in a web between them as they&#039;re both about to bring their swords down on him when he suddenly uses his other hand to hit the ground. A wave of dark energy throws both of them back and a hole is formed where his face was planted. Varon quickly throws his own sword into Ivan&#039;s chest as if it were as weightless as a feather. Behind him, Estes charges forth, but the boy stops the blade with both of his hands, snaps it apart and kicks him right in the chin. Estes tries to move as quickly as possible to find some distance between him, but the boy is able to disarm him of his broken sword and plunge it through his neck.<br />\tVaron glances at his own hands, which are bloody from bits of steel edged into them. He shrugs it off and groups with his men to command them and have them head back to the outpost. Hoping to buy them some time, he kneels down behind a group of his own men and unleashes a constant ocean of black smoke into the air. It spreads faster than any kind of fog anyone has ever witnessed. Ythl recognizes it and tries to use light fairies to prevent it, but he quickly realizes that it&#039;s more than smoke.<br />\t&ldquo;POISON!!! EVERYONE GET BACK!&rdquo; Ythl screams at the top of his lungs. Others yell out what he says as well as they begin charting back. Both of the armies begin splitting apart thanks to Varon&#039;s newfound power.<br />\tLieutenant Brady stands in front of his two friends, who have died no less than a few minutes ago. The poisonous fog leaves no worries to him as he uses his animal form to drag both of their lifeless bodies with him back to the camp. &ldquo;You will not die in vein. I&#039;ll avenge you both.&rdquo;<br />\tDrew and Aizen are in the middle of carrying an injured man onto a cart when a familiar demon approaches to help them. Milvik takes the wounded soldiers legs and speaks to his friend. &ldquo;Looks like you need some help.&rdquo; He coughs and jumps onto of the wagon with them. Drew is stunned and has no words. It doesn&#039;t take much time for Aizen to realize who the demon standing in front of him must be.<br />\t&ldquo;Where? Wha&mdash;&quot; Tears pour down his face as he moves on his knees closer to Milvik. The brown haired demon touches his friends cheek to check is he&#039;s truly real. &ldquo;So that was you and the rest of the Varn Ra survivors? How many of you are left?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;There are twenty of us.&rdquo; Nellyn touches his palm to his own chest, bowing his head first to Drew, then to Aizen. He speaks slowly, almost softly. &ldquo;That&#039;s all that left of the demon army of Varn Ra.&rdquo;<br />\tA moment silently passes. Aizen and Drew understand that Nellyn&#039;s statement means dozens of demons have fallen. That once the war is won, Varn Ra will never be the same. <br />\tWiping his katana clean, Nellyn somehow manages a smile. I am very pleased to see you, Drew. &ldquo;I had feared the worst when you disappeared as you did. Something told me you were still alive, but I worried for you...afraid that my hope might just be wishful thinking.&rdquo; He smiles and begins pulling his long, white hair into a ponytail. &ldquo;So, how many demons fight with you in the this army? I must speak with your commander. Perhaps we can join our forces.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;In my group with my husband, there&#039;s just Aizen.&rdquo; He answers, but then explains. &ldquo;Yes, I found my husband, but it was a long journey before that. I was captured by Cruiberg and experimented on by a dark mage for a long time. Aldan found me while attacking King Rakshahas hidden outpost. I&#039;m sure you&#039;ve already heard of what happened there.&rdquo; His eyes dart to the left. He spots his husband and nods to him with an emotional, teary eyed smile. The others stand near him and seem mixed between how they should feel. They know they had just as many losses as Cruiberg and if it weren&#039;t for Nellyn&#039;s army intervening things could have been worse.<br />\tAldan approaches the trio of demons. The last of the wounded are being taken to the rear areas for treatment and healing. Small groups venture onto the field, retrieving the dead and those so severely wounded that they cannot move on their own. The Cruiberg and Harathi teams give each other a wide berth. Fighting today is over. Now, the armies regroup and book their dead.<br />\t&ldquo;You arrived at a propitious moment, Captain.&rdquo; Aldan extends a hand to Nellyn. They shake warmly. &ldquo;It seems you know Drew and Aizen. If you haven&#039;t set your camp, we&#039;ll bivouac you and your men near us.&rdquo; He calls Holt and Brady over. &ldquo;Both of you alright?&rdquo; The two nod Good. &ldquo;Let&#039;s get our people back and resting. Tend the wounded. Let&#039;s set the captain&#039;s men up with us. I have to report to King Ronan. I&#039;ll return as soon as I can and we&#039;ll talk.&rdquo; He looks at the row of bodies already retrieved and laid out. &ldquo;Have a report on our casualties ready when I return. If you&#039;ll excuse me, the King is probably anxious to see me.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan hugs and kisses Drew and waves to the others before finding his mount and riding back to report to King Ronan. Nellyn&#039;s demons help with the wounded as best they can and accompany Drew, Aizen, and the others back to the Raiders&#039; camp.<br />\t&ldquo;So that&#039;s your husband?&rdquo; Nellyn says softly. &ldquo;He&#039;s very tall.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Yeah. It&#039;s not the only thing that&#039;s big about him.&rdquo; Drew winks.<br />\tTomas approaches Alec, takes him by the shoulder and checks his sword for blood. He smiles and walks beside his friends while speaking to the newly trained warrior. &ldquo;I saw you out there fighting them without any fear. Very surprising to see. You&#039;ve been in battles before, but none like this. We&#039;re all very proud to have you on our side and protecting our backs. We&#039;ll always do the same.&rdquo; Alec blushes and looks to his boyfriend.<br />\t&ldquo;Thank you, sir Tomas. I... I&#039;m just glad all of us friends made it out of this alive.&rdquo; He responds.<br />\tYthl and Milvik talk to one another about what further magic they could use with each other and different tactics later on in battle. They know that they&#039;ll most likely meet more difficult foes later on and those that possess magic. However, knowing that they were able to take Raethum down gives them the boost they need to believe victory is imminent.<br />\tThe heavy rain turns into a light shower as they arrive to the newly settled tents. Unlike the young Raiders, the rest of the army is worn out and works slowly when setting up tents and making food. Healers feel the worst of the burden and work at as fast of a pace as they can. The demons of Varn Ra do what they can to help the exhausted warriors, which proves themselves to be their strongest and most valuable weapon against the Cruiberg.<br />\tAldan, Nellyn, Glendon and Jason Steele report to the King about the battle. Ronan feels blessed and relieved to have the demons join in and help them for many reasons at hand - Jason&#039;s men mostly fight against Cruiberg because they hate them, not because they want to save demons. They see them as weak for the religious values they hold against violence. What Nellyn&#039;s group did proved them wrong and can change them into better warriors. Of course, it helps to have fire power and from people who know the land better than them. The only thing that bothers him is that they were unable to save Varn Ra. Now he&#039;s faced with their leader, a young man younger than him that&#039;s helped turned the tides of their battle while having lost everything himself.<br />\tLord Steele makes his report first. Working with a large map, he moves small wooden tokens to represent his forces and those arrayed against him by the Cruiberg. His view of the battle is that it is going according to his plan and that he will grind the Cruiberg down over the next 36 hours, achieving a great victory for Ronan and Harath.<br />\tWhile Lord Steele speaks, servants bring hot tea and steaming bowls of stew. After a moment of confusion, they bring raw fish and a vegetable broth with rice for Nellyn. Aldan eats and listens to Jason, saying nothing. He shakes his head at several points, but holds his tongue. <br />\tAs Lord Steele is wrapping up, Nellyn leans close and whispers to Aldan. &ldquo;He&#039;s wrong. Dangerously so. There are Cruiberg out there that aren&#039;t on the board.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;When he&#039;s finished, the King will ask for our thoughts. Share this with him when he asks.&rdquo; Aldan whispers back.<br />\tLord Steele goes on for some time.<br />\tAs the commander speaks, Nellyn simply sits back and engorges himself in the meal as if he were a kind guest at a dinner party. He didn&#039;t get a chance to truly challenge himself in this battle and feels disappointed that it was cut short. No doubt, he believes, that they could have wiped out half of the Cruiberg there if it weren&#039;t for a dark mage using poisonous magic. <br />\tBefore Jason leaves, the man suspiciously eyes the demon and thinks of saying some witty and rude comment, but goes against it. As soon as he&#039;s left, Nellyn takes a feathered pen and draws a set of circles that mark each outpost. &ldquo;Your calculations are wrong. This is where the first group attacked you.&rdquo; He points. &ldquo;They&#039;ll most likely join up with the second group tonight and abandon the village they were staying in. This is the third. All three outposts are meant to provide safe support for their main army. They&#039;ll most likely be all fighting together by tomorrow.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I see.&rdquo; Ronan smirks. &ldquo;This doesn&#039;t change Jason&#039;s plan too much. All we&#039;d need to do is adjust where we attack. I&#039;m guessing you know where they are because you recognize the villages they&#039;re staying in?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Well, I&#039;ve also spied on them.&rdquo; He admits. &ldquo;But attacking them with less than twenty-five men and women would be foolish.&rdquo;<br />\tRonan leans over the map table, getting a better look at how the armies are laid out and Nellyn&#039;s notations. As he stares at the situation, his crown slips down on his brow. With an exasperated sigh, he grabs the golden circlet that marks his kingship, and sets it aside. &ldquo;Fitting. Metaphorically, I haven&#039;t felt comfortable with that thing since the throne fell to me. And now I find the actual crown bloody well irritating.&rdquo; He grins at Aldan and Nellyn. &ldquo;It weighs much more than you&#039;d imagine. As heavy as an entire kingdom and all of her people...and all resting upon my brow.&rdquo; He sighs and straightens, arching his back with a noticeable crack. &ldquo;If only we had a way to bolster the Varn Ra demons for an attack. . .&rdquo;<br />\tAldan coughs and clears his throat. &ldquo;Well, Your Majesty, let me take my men with Nellyn. I think we&#039;ll be able to field 30, 35 men. Give us a platoon of cavalry, maybe 2, and we might be able to delay them, maybe even destroy them before they can all join together and move to oppose us.&rdquo; Aldan turns to Nellyn. &ldquo;My men and I move fast and hit hard. We fight loose, behind enemy lines ususally. We&#039;d have your demons, my 30, and fifty or so cavalry. Would that be enough, do you think, to hammer the outposts?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I&#039;m not sure we can accomplish such a task tonight.&rdquo; Ronan thinks to himself out loud. &ldquo;We had incredible losses and our troops need food and rest. Tomorrow might be too late. Attacking them head on seems foolish no matter how many numbers we have. Would it be smarter to sneak in at night and cause some sort of destruction without them immediately noticing?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;It would be difficult to mount such an attack tonight.&rdquo; Aldan agrees. &ldquo;But if you order it, we&#039;ll do all that we can to see it done. It&#039;s possible that a small group could sneak in and distract or disrupt them rather than confronting them. And if we don&#039;t go at them tonight, we have to make sure we&#039;re prepared when they attack us tomorrow.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;ll go in-between the two outposts tomorrow, which is where we believe their weakened one is heading.&rdquo; Ronan speaks out loud. &ldquo;A very slight change in motion that could help turn the tide. Still, it will be brutal. We just have to hope that we&#039;re stronger is all.&rdquo; As simple as his words are, he doesn&#039;t know much else to say. &ldquo;The two of you are excused. Thank you for your services.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan bows deeply to his King. &ldquo;Good night, Your Majesty. Try to get some rest, Sire. You&#039;ll need your wits tomorrow.&rdquo;<br />\tNellyn bows. &ldquo;Thank you for your hospitality, King Ronan.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan and Nellyn leave the royal pavilion. The rain continues to fall, although not as heavily as earlier in the evening. Aldan pulls his cloak close about himself, holding off the chill and wet. He looks at Nellyn. &ldquo;You&#039;ll have supper with Drew and I, I hope. Perhaps Aizen can join us, depending on his duties.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;ll have to see. I&#039;d like to eat with my people, to be honest, but maybe you can join us by chance? We&#039;ve set up a much larger tent to hold all of us.&rdquo; Nellyn points to it. Flames inside of the tent provide an ominous, almost surreal quality to it. <br />\tLieutenant Brady stops Aldan in the midst of their conversation. He holds out a clipboard with a set of papers and letters attached to it. &ldquo;Sir... Casualties have been reported. Twelve of my men were killed, including Estes Girabaldi and Ivan Dominko. Aizen&#039;s already filled out their death warrants and has set them aside for burial tomorrow morning.&rdquo; He speaks with a lost and monotone voice. &ldquo;There&#039;s already a graveyard in the village, which we plan to use for burying all of the lost soldiers tomorrow. However, I&#039;d like to take it upon myself to bury my friends before sleep tonight.&rdquo;<br />\tTaking the clip board, Aldan turns away from his companions. He scans down the list, calling to mind the face that goes with each name. Gritting his teeth and choking back his emotion, he takes a deep breath before turning around to face Brady. &ldquo;Very well. See to it, Brady. Make sure they. . .all get the respect they&#039;re due. I&#039;ll see to it that there&#039;s a letter to send back to their families, along with their possessions.&rdquo; He rests a hand on Brady&#039;s shoulder. &ldquo;Take what help you need.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Thank you sir.&rdquo; He nods and heads back off into the wet, humid darkness. <br />\tNellyn lifts up the sleeves of his kimono to reveal the tattoos on his body. &ldquo;Every demon and anthro that&#039;s fought with and under me is written on my body. War is a bastard monster that always remains hungry. I&#039;m sorry about your companions.&rdquo;<br />\tAs they head towards the tent of demons, Drew and Aizen finish up their shift and head to the potion tables. Among the ten healers that work diligently in the tent are Garallen and Yuval, who help lessen the weight from the others.<br />\t&ldquo;Don&#039;t feel bad about leaving them behind.&rdquo; Drew answers, rubbing his arms and face clean with a wet cloth. He hands it over to his friend and rubs his tail as he walks. &ldquo;They&#039;ll need you more as this goes along. Eventually, they&#039;ll need to rest too. You&#039;re not just a healer either. Remember that.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I know, I know.&rdquo; He replies. The blonde notices his husband and waves him down. &ldquo;But... Our group.&rdquo; He stumbles on his words. &ldquo;We haven&#039;t lost people like that in a long time. Those that we lost were strong too. I wonder if we truly are being hunted down now.&rdquo; <br />\tOnce Holt catches up to them, the three boys find their other friends and take them along to the tent. The inside of the quickly made canvas-roofed home surprises some of them, especially by how fast they were able to set it up. A handmade bath put together with blocks of wood steams with hot water; while it&#039;s only four feet high, it still serves its purpose. Dozens of blankets are set aside to the left, while cauldrons of fire are to the right. Demons feast, wash themselves with herbs and hot water and speak quietly to one another while the strangers enter.<br />\tDrew speaks out loud to the group. &ldquo;Don&#039;t be shy with them. Ask and you&#039;ll learn more than you could ever imagine. All of us are quite dirty from the battle, so I think we should use their bath as well. It&#039;s a sign of respect to do so.&rdquo; After a short moment of informing them, he runs over to his husband and bites his lip when realizes that Nellyn and Aldan are deeply conversing. &ldquo;Uhm... Hope I&#039;m not interrupting anything too major.&rdquo;<br />\tNellyn smiles at Drew, holding his hands together behind his back. He glances away, toeing at the floor. &ldquo;Nothing too major. Your husband and I were discussing tactics for tomorrow. And the price paid for victory or defeat.&rdquo;<br />\tNodding grimly, Aldan wraps an arm around Drew&#039;s waist. &ldquo;You&#039;re sure we won&#039;t be interrupting your people, Captain?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Not at all. New friends would be a welcome distraction from thinking about tomorrow.&rdquo; Nellyn inclines his head and sweeps an arm towards the bath. &ldquo;Of course, if you&#039;re shy. . .&rdquo;<br />\tAldan snorts and scoffs. Drew giggles. &ldquo;I&#039;m not that shy to turn down a hot bath after a day like today. You and Drew spent a lot of time together when Drew was first back?&rdquo; Aldan moves near the baths and begins stripping his clothes off. &ldquo;I notice that your tattoos seem similar somehow.&rdquo;<br />\tNellyn strips as well, casting furtive glances at Aldan.&nbsp;&nbsp;He admires the warrior body of his guest. &ldquo;Yes. My brother Kendyn is an accomplished tattoo artist. He has done all of mine and he did Drew as well.&rdquo; The demon stops and covers his mouth for an instant. &ldquo;His tattoos, I mean.&rdquo;<br />\tThe smooth bodied demon allows Aldan to enter the baths, following closely. The pair sit near each other and look expectantly at Drew.<br />\tDrew shrugs and blushes as he begins peeling out of his clothes. One of the other demons is kind enough to take them to be washed, along with the armor that needs to be polished. Aldan tries to object and explain that he has spitboys that do that kind of work, but they ignore him.<br />\tOnce nude and in the water, he finds a bucket with a bar of soap and begins scrubbing himself off. &ldquo;I should be... Quite frank and honest, Aldan.&rdquo; He glances at Nellyn. &ldquo;We did share a relationship while I stayed there. I love Nellyn and his brother as friends, but I love you as my husband, my sole lover. I&#039;d like to hope that this doesn&#039;t interfere with the future.&rdquo;<br />\tSilence follows. Aldan tenses for a moment, as does Nellyn. Aldan is the first to speak. &ldquo;I see. I&#039;m not sure how I feel about that. Not angry. Curious, I suppose. Aroused, slightly. Judging from how it&#039;s been since we&#039;ve been back together, you still love me and I you. I don&#039;t see why it should interfere. We&#039;ve not taken the vows as Holt and Aizen... And you&#039;d just come through something unimaginable.&rdquo; He smiles sadly. &ldquo;I had just helped kill you, after all. I can&#039;t really be upset over you two being together.&rdquo; He&#039;s quiet for a moment before looking at Nellyn. &ldquo;And Nellyn is rather attractive.&rdquo;<br />\tNellyn sighs and relaxes. &ldquo;He never wavered in his feelings for you, Aldan. He was afraid you wouldn&#039;t want him. Of course, Kendyn and I told him he was being silly.&rdquo; He splashes water at Drew. &ldquo;He spoke glowingly of you, too. I&#039;ve never seen a naked human before and you are as impressive as Drew claimed.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan slides over to Drew, hugging him from behind. &ldquo;And I have troll blood in my family. So horns and teeth are part of the foreplay.&rdquo; He stands in the water, gesturing to the scars given by Drew. &ldquo;Drew gave me a couple of these. . .&rdquo; He allows Nellyn a good look at his half-hard cock. &ldquo;We&#039;re both biters.&rdquo;<br />\tDrew is relieved to find out his friend and lover are able to get along after getting the heavy part out of the way. He relaxes himself into his husbands arms and converses with the two of them with a sense of ease. Behind him, the rest of the demons drink and share cultural history or learn from each other with the humans and anthros. Everyone decides to sleep together, except for the demons unable to do so, whom spend their time cleaning weapons and armor, praying and helping around camp.<br /></span>","pools_count":0,"title":"The Battle for E'hbel Chapter Fourteen","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"97"}