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The calm and the storm before the much bigger storm.\n\n\tFurther away, the two young Cruiberg dark mages remain in their bedroom and try to find a sense of calm with a coming battle headed their way. Petrick looks down at his brothers table and examines the various jars of herbs lay out on it. “Father doesn't know if we'll be fighting tomorrow or not. Apparently, all three of the smaller outposts are planning to combine and attack again before we move in. The camp is getting agitated. They're ready to taste blood, but Jeremy is patient.” He sits down on the side of the bed in a black cloak and rubs his brothers hands. “Are you alright? You've been quiet today.”\n\tElric looks at his brother with his unseeing eyes. He gives a slight shrug. “I feel a little uneasy. I'm worried for you and Father. Please promise me that you'll be careful. They may have more magical power on their side than we expect.” He holds Petricks hands in his. “I don't know what I would do if something happened to you, Pet. No one knows me as well as you do, not even Father. And the things we do together...” His hand slides on to Petrick's thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. “I don't think I could ever trust someone else like I do you.”\n\tPetrick blushes and runs his hand up his brothers thigh. The younger boy feels his cold rings against his skin. All three of them were taken from great enemies he had defeated. The first, which has a brown eye painted in it, was taken from the man who killed their mother. She wasn't a dark mage, but had no issues being married to Epirael and helping him with his work. She was captured with ten others while on a long trip to gather magic water from a lake outside of Cruiberg by Harathi forces and murdered. When this was found, the older dark mage was able to uncover who had done it. Instead of finding revenge himself, he allowed his son to take on the mission alone. The second and third come from this very battle. He also has a necklace, which was given to him by his brother years ago.\n\t“Sorry. I'll take these off.” He says softly, removing the rings and putting them on the table before laying down with his brother. The two of them cuddle closer and kiss. “What matters most to me is protecting you and finding a way to heal you. Nothing else.”\n\t“Heal me?” For a moment, Elric is confused. It dawns on him what his brother means. He giggles as he settles into his older brother's arms and kisses him deeply. “My eyes are fine. I don't know what I would do if I could see. Everything would probably frighten me.” He grinds himself against Petrick. “Besides, you might be ugly! That would ruin all of our fun.” His hand runs down to Petrick's crotch. He squeezes his brother's cock through his clothing. “Should we? Do you want to?”\n\tPetrick nods his head, but then remembers that his brother wouldn't notice. “Mhm. I'd like to, of course. I promise I'm not ugly, nor are you.” He pulls off his robe, then his undergarments before helping Elric out of his shirt. “You'd be able to protect yourself better if you could see. But enough of that talk.”\n\t“Yes. Enough talk.” Elric strips. He yawns and stretches, letting Petrick get a good view of his body. His smooth skin, tight and firm, his ribs and hip bone visible. His armpits and pubis hairless. “I want you to pee in my mouth...” Scooting back on the bed, he lies on his side. Propping his head on his hand, he raises his top leg high.  His mouth opens wide and his tongue flicks out playfully. “Petrick.” He whines. “I need your cock.”\n\t“Gods... You're gorgeous.” Petrick says. He scoots closer and strokes his erect three inches, pulls back the skin and lets his brother kiss and lick all over the head before pushing it in. His cock jolts in excitement as it's teased and licked. “I'll give you some in a minute. Does lil bro want to fuck me tonight? Is he 'up' for it?” He takes the back of Elric's head and begins thrusting into his mouth slowly.\n\tThe younger brother slowly works his tongue over Petrick's head, letting his brother fuck his mouth slowly. He nods his head, slapping his own ass cheeks. HIs hand slides from his ass to his cock, stroking himself in time as he sucks Petrick. He moans happily, hungrily devouring his big brother's dick. “I like your dick because I can suck it all day and not feel tired. With Dad, his dick is so big my jaw hurts after a while.”\n\t“Yeah? For some reason I feel like you're going to be just as big as him.” He teases, continuing to rub his hands through his brothers hair and happily moan. After a few minutes of head, Elric sits up and the two of them frot their cocks together as they kiss. Both of them fall back and cuddle in the sheets in laughter. Petrick finds his favorite jar, which is half-full of grease and hands it over to his brother. “How do you want me tonight?”\n\t“Over easy with fried potatoes!” Elric laughs. His hand reaches out and finding his brother, tweaks his nipple. He climbs onto his knees. “On your hands and knees, I think. You can be my bitch in heat tonight.” He carefully opens the jar, taking two fingers of grease and massaging it onto his cock. “It's so cold!” He shivers. “On your knees, bitch! And back up til I feel you.”\n\t“Wait a sec!” He jumps off of the bed and almost laughs at his impatient brother. Petrick attaches a leather dog collar to his neck and gets on doggy position, moving himself back until he can feel his brothers dick against his butt cheeks. A chain lays unused on the sheets for his brother to pull on. “Ok, ok. Give it all you got, bro.”\n\t“What did you do?” He rubs his hands over Petrick's ass cheeks, getting a feel for his brother's position. Holding one hand with his thumb on Pet's hole, he grabs the jar. Dunking his index finger into the grease, he sets the jar aside and carefully sticks his finger into his brother. He patiently works the grease around, sliding his finger in as deeply as he can and the finger fucking his brother as quickly as he can for a few moments. “You feel ready.” He grabs his brother's hips and pushes his cock inside of Petrick. Elric moans loudly as his cock head forces it's way past the tight rim of his brother. “Oh, yes, Pet. You're such a good bitch...”\n\t“The chain... Use it like I'm your dog.” Pet moans and digs his face into the pillow. His younger brothers much larger cock floods him with pleasure and closeness. Elric eventually finds the chain and pulls his brother up, forcing him into a kiss as he continues pumping into him. He falls back into doggy style position and his brother kisses all over his back as he fucks him carefully, softly at first. “You must really like the way it feels since you're going so slow.”\n\t“I've always liked the way your ass feels on my dick, Petrick.” He shrugs. “I like going slow. I don't want to cum too quick. I'd rather fuck you for good long time then fuck you for five minute, cum, and fall asleep! Ungh... Where's the fun in that.” He leans forward, kissing his brother's back as he pulls back on the chain. “Besides, don't you like my dick in you? Don't you want me to fuck you forever?”\n\t“I love it more than anything. I love you more than anything.” He answers. Petrick begins moving into the rhythm to speed up the pace, but stops when he feels his brother trembling and too excited. His untouched erection drips with pre-cum as he feels his prostate being brushed.\n\t“Mmm....” Elric moans as he pants with the effort of fucking his big brother. “Ungh....are you going to fuck me?” He begins slamming his cock home with a bit more force, driving it the last portion of his thrusts, slapping their bodies together. He pulls on the leash, jerking back as his cock makes its deepest penetration. Without warning, he slaps Petrick's right cheek, leaving a stinging welt. He slaps again as he thrusts. “I'm getting close.”\n\t“Me too, bro.” He puts one hand over the purple head of his dick as it swells and begs for release. His seed sprays into it, which is thin and clear, but there's more than enough of it for the two of them to enjoy. “Fuck yeah! Give it to me bro!” He looks behind him as his brother pounds away with closed eyes.\n\t“Ungh....ooo...kay!” He pulls back hard on the chain as he slams his cock home as hard as he can. A few strokes like that and his ball explode, driving his small load deep into his grateful brother. Elric gasps and trembles as he empties himself into Petrick. Letting go of the leash, he pushes his brother onto his stomach and lays on top of him for a few minutes, his face nestled into Petrick's neck. “I love you, Pet.”\n\tPetrick opens his fist and pours his cum into his brothers mouth. They kiss and trade it while he rubs the wet hand against his brothers smooth pale chest. “I love you so much. You have no idea what I'd do to protect you.” He kisses his boyfriends neck, nipples, belly button and then cuddles back up with him. “We should get some rest. We'll need it for when we're needed.”\n\t“You're right.” Elric cuddles up with his big brother. Pulling his legs up, he rests his head on his brother's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he drifts off to slumber. “I love sleeping with you after we do it...” The younger boy's voice is heavy with sleep and soon, his deep regular breathing signals that he's drifted off.\n\n\tAs the two dark mages slip off to sleep, one of the outposts is still on the march to meet up with a second group. The other outposts, including the one they're at, enjoy their much needed rest in preparation for the next attack, which allows them to stay healthy and well fed, while the Harathi forces are in a constant state of having to fix something. \n\tAldan wakes up his men early and has everyone gather to the cemetery, in which fresh graves have been dug. Other soldiers stand by and say their goodbyes, while some are busy digging holes and carrying heavy stones to be carved into for names. The Raider's take their time to speak about those they've lost and pray for them.\n\tSlowly, the rest of the army awakens and begins training as they wait for their orders from their lieutenants, sergeant's and commanders. The King and commander Steele come to an agreement on the attack and waste no time and laying it out to the rest of the men. Ronan decides to have Aldan fight and lead his men in battle instead of staying behind to give him advice. Instead, he decides to take in the wise words of Garallen.\n\tThe middle-aged wizard opens a letter while sitting across from the King and passes it along to his apprentice. “One of my students will be arriving tomorrow to give me details on who will assist me in defense of E'hbel if there is to be a final attack there. They'll most likely want to fight, too.” Garallen sighs. “He's a very prideful wizard that seems to remind me of your commander Steele.”\n\tYuval examines his masters expression and figures there's something about this student that he's worried about. “How many students have you proposed to join with us?”\n\t“Sixty.” He answers. “I figure only half of them will respond. There's more than sixty students, but the others are across the world and some of them are already busy with... Things.” He watches himself in front of the King.\n\tAs the sun battles through the clouds, its weak rays bathing the battlefield in shafts of the bright light of dawn, the armies stir. Sentries watch across the field as fires are lit and men, women, and animal are fed and made ready. Steam rises from the churned turf between the armies. Mounted couriers carry orders to commanders and subcommanders, riding at breakneck speed behind the lines.\n\tUsing Nellyn's reports, the E'Hbel Demons and Jaeger's Raiders move out with the mounted troops of Captain Beyers. The demons move fast on their own, needing no horses to keep up. Aldan's people ride behind Beyer's men. If they get stuck into a fight,  Aldan's men fight better on foot than on horse. It circumstances allow, they'll dismount and support Beyer's men.\n\tIt's a risky stratagem, Mixing units that haven't trained or fought together. But it's the only way to augment the King's horsed troops without having to argue with Lord Steele. His horsed troops remain in reserve, the Lord dead set on their role of supporting his infantry.\n\tCaptain Beyers, a younger soldier barely into his mid 20s, waits with his men. He takes a moment with Nellyn and Aldan before the combined force moves out. “I'm glad to have you with us, Captain Jaeger, Captain Nellyn. My men will take lead, Captain Nellyn, can your people screen our flanks?”\n\tNellyn nods. “It's just Nellyn. And yes, we can. Until you move into a full charge, we should be able to keep up. We'll support you as bet we can.”\n\tBeyers nods. “Captain Jaeger, follow along with us. You'll be our second wave. My men and I will get stuck in, pin down the Cruiberg. You and yours move in and finish them. It's simple and basic. If we have time, we can refine the plans depending on what we find. Let's move out.”\n\tThe Raiders follow suit with Beyer's and Nellyn's men and feel blessed to know their in good, trusted hands. Some worry that being too close to Steele would have them forced into a pointless fight to the death or would have the Cruiberg's take them down easier. But Aldan has no interest in letting them have what they want and pick them off like they did the night before.\n\tYthl casts a spell that forms pixie dust into a collection of fairies that scout out any Cruiberg's near them. While it's costly due to the fact that he has none left now, he prefers it over using his anthro ability so that he can still remain useful to his friends and the army. Milvik calculates the weather at hand, which has no chance of rain for the rest of the day, but conditions tomorrow seem to be in his favor. The only issue is finding a way to have enough power to manipulate it.\n\tThe combined force moves out. Using trees to screen their moves from the larger Cruiberg force, they ride for a likely mustering point for the Cruiberg outposts. With luck, they'll find the first outpost's men waiting and be able to deal with them before they meet up with forces from the other outposts. If luck is not with the demons and Harathi troops...  \n\tAn hour's hard ride, always keeping woodland or hills between the main battlefield and themselves, Ythl's faeries spy the enemy. Several Cruiberg are standing watch, some of them guarding the approaches that Ythl and his friends will be using in their attack.\n\tThe larger Cruiberg force is waiting. Most of the men are dismounted, resting their horses while they await the arrival of their fellows. The faeries fly high at Ythl's direction, seeking some sign of the reinforcements. Ythl's heart sinks as he \"sees\" the second force, close at hand. The wizard gains the attention of Aldan and Captain Beyers. As they huddle, Nellyn joins them.\n\t“Here.” Ythl points to a map hastily rolled out against the side of an impatient stallion. “They're mostly on foot, waiting for the others to join them. Maybe one hundred men?” The three captains nod. Ythl wipes his mouth before continuing. “I can see a second force moving towards them here.” He points at the map. “They're no more than an hour away. And a third force is here, maybe a few minutes later. Within an hour and a half, all three will converge and become one!”\n\t“If we move now, we can hit the first group before the others arrive, but only just. If we're quick with our blood letting, if the gods are with us, we can deal with them and still have a moment to reform before engaging the second group.” Beyers points emphatically at the map. “But we have to move now and move fast.” Aldan and Nellyn nod. “Good. I'll take my men and ride ahead. Follow on as fast as you can.” He extends a hand to Aldan and Nellyn, shaking their hands firmly. “Don't dawdle. They won't be expecting you, which is good for us. But I'll be outnumbered until you arrive, Nellyn.”\n\t“I understand. We'll be hot on your heels, Beyers. Have no worry on that account.” Nellyn reassures him. \n\tThe young officer smiles and salutes as he clambers astride his mount. “For Ronan!” He rides to the front of their formation and calls for his men to follow. They move off in a fast gallop. \n\tNellyn bow his head towards Aldan and Ythl. He whistles a short series of sounds. He and his demons move off at a run. They move with a grace and ease that is beautiful, though their eyes and countenance speak naught but death. \n\tAldan mounts up and he and his men ride off. Their horses aren't as fast as the regular cavalry, and his men are not trained horsemen. They do the best they can but soon loose sight of even the demons. He mutters to himself. “This could be a disaster! Gods help us through this madness.”\n\t“The chaos we're about to put ourselves in...” Milvik mutters under his breath to his lover. “I just want to let you know that I love you no matter what.”\n\t“We'll have each others backs.” Alec replies, a half-smile on his face.\n\tDrew and Aizen use hand signals to signal what kind of attacks they can attempt to use when they come in contact. They feel a bit of relief that other demons will be with them, but also know that fire power isn't always enough.\n\tThe main fighters of Aldan's group conserve loudly for a brief few minutes before dropping to silence. They remain focused on the task at hand - kill as many as possible as fast as possible, move back, then go in again.\n\tFurther away, the Cruiberg commander Varon stands with another dark mage among a stack of dead bodies of his own men from the previous night that have been marked for resurrection. The older and more experienced leads the chant and ritual spells, while Varon speaks the written word that's  been handed to him when he's signaled to do so. Slowly, the corpses begin to rot down to their bones - and their bones turn to stone as strong as any normal sword. They rise from a heaping mess of organs and blood with no mind or memory of their previous selves. All they know is to obey.\n\t“Right. Then the fifteen of you will ride in front of me.” Varon smirks and climbs on top of his horse. “Let's head out!”\n\tCaptain Beyers and his troops ride hard and fast. The Cruiberg sentries have a moment to sound their alarm before they are ridden down. The Harathi do not hesitate and their young commander leads them in a full charge into the heart of the Cruiberg camp. Spears and javelins are hurled into the disorganized Cruiberg, then swords are drawn. \n\tThe first moments of the battle go well for Beyers and his men. Though they didn't achieve surprise, they clearly had the momentum on their side. They hack and stab, inflicting great damage before the Cruiberg can organize themselves and respond.\n\tOnce the enemy gathers their wits, their superior numbers begin to tell. Cruiberg on foot gather into tight knots, beating off the mounted attack now that it has lost some of its speed and momentum. Cruiberg not in direct combat are able to mount up and gather in numbers to counter attack.\n\tThe counter attack is methodical as the Cruiberg slowly begin to surround and envelop the Harathi horsemen. The barbarian warriors concentrate on isolating small groups of Harathi and individual Harathi which are overwhelmed more easily and killed. Captain Beyers shouts and he and the men closest to him try to keep their formation together. The tide of battle is turning against the young Captain, who stands in his stirrups, desperately watching for the demons. \n\tIn the distance, just beyond the chaotic mass of men and beasts, he spies a  white flash. The long hair of Nellyn as he bursts from the forest. His demons follow at hand. They cry out their war cry.\n\t“Here we go.” Drew says, shaking with fearful excitement. They're heading right into the center of a massive battle with little chance of survival if they make any mistakes. The group stares up as they see the forest brighten with fire and the screams of Cruiberg soldiers.\n\tNellyn and his demons focus on using their swords rather than their flames, believing they should only do so when they're in grave danger. There's no way of knowing how long they'll have to fight today and using up all of their fire power too soon would lead to a quick death.\n\tAlmost simulatenously, Steele and the King's forces fall into the trap set forth uphill by the mounted forces. He stares up at a hundred or so horsed men that immediately rain down poisoned arrows and gigantic spears on them. He calls for shields and they're able to defend themselves fast enough, but their shields are gravely damaged now. Grave fear attacks him momentarily before he looks back at his men and calls for them to attack.\n\tThe Cruiberg lieutenant uphill is quick to notice that some of his groups haven't met up with him yet, which is a signal to him that something has gone wrong. He ignores it and decides that its a petty loss compared to the damage they're about to inflict. \tThe demons all move fast. They can run faster than a human, almost as fast as a horse. They fight fast, swinging long blades, slender and elegant. And these demons have fought since the beginning of the war. They've survived dozens of battles, large and small. They're the survivors of the Army of E'hbel. Lead by their commander, Nellyn Potok, formerly Nellyn the White, after his bright white hair.\n\tThe demons tears into the Cruiberg. They slash, stab, and chop, hacking down warriors twice their size. Twenty of them fight like fifty. Their tactics have been refined and honed. Groups of three and four demons move as one, their weapons flashing out in every direction, leaving dead and dying Cruiberg in their wake. Except for Nellyn.\n\tTheir commander fights alone. He moves towards the largest warrior he can see. His blade dances through the air, severing limbs and spraying blood across the field. For some weeks he has not been Nellyn the White. His men call him Nellyn the Red. After battles, he is drenched in the blood of his enemies. It drips from his blade, his hands. It soaks his clothes and stains his white hair pink and red. Nellyn the Red his demons call him.\n\tThe Cruiberg waver and falter in the wake of the demon assault. Having weathered Beyers' attack, their confidence was high. Surrounding his men and beginning to whittle them down, they sense the battle turning in their favor. But then the demons came. Their howls of rage and bloodlust shake the Cruiberg. And the demons are led by the stuff of nightmares. The demon leader the Cruiberg call \"The White Reaper\". And reap he does, killing a dozen as he fight his way to Captain Beyers.\n\tIt is the Cruiberg who waver, who falter. The Harathi and demons who taste victory. Until the horn sounds.\n\tThe horn of a Cruiberg charge. The second outpost has arrived. Barely in time to save their fellows. Seeing the carnage, they do not hesitate. Their commander orders charge and without hesitation, her men obey. This new force charges into the battle. Demons and Harathi are forced to defend themselves against this new, fresh force. The small groups of three and four demons, none have fallen thus far, join with groups of Harathi that fight from horseback and afoot. Some having lost their mounts, other's having been forcibly dismounted.\n\tIsolated soldiers are quickly overwhelmed and hacked to bits. The Cruiberg fling their body parts at the knots of their fellows. These vicious new warriors, formerly serving Rakshahas, make a show of their cruelty. Drinking the fresh blood of the dead, ripping and eating their flesh, before hurling severed arms, legs, heads at the surviving Harathi.\n\tThe arrival of the third outpost seems to seal the doom of the Harathi and the demons. Captain Beyers is wounded, knocked from his horse. Only the speed of the White Reaper saves him and he fights side by side with Nellyn.\n\tAldan sees the battle as he leads his men. He drops from his horse into a run. He calls back over his shoulder. “Ythl, Milvik! Let those bastards know we're here!”\n\tHolt, Tomas, Brady. . .Aldan and his men charge forward as their wizards summon forth their eldritch powers.\n\t“Dammit. I'm fucking useless with this weather!” Milvik yells at Tomas. He grits his teeth and tries to hold his anger back. The younger wizard shakes his head and helps him to his knees.\n\t“Calm your mind. I'll use some of your strength for this one.” He responds. Ythl's boyfriend and three other soldiers protect them as they become the focus point of an attack. Alec joins in with them and looks back momentarily to see his own lover radiating with light. The Aiguan wizard begins chanting and turning his staff in a spiral motion. The wet mud rumbles and steams, grass thrives and flowers bloom, but most of all, the roots of trees and various plants rise from out of the ground with sharp thorns and the taste for blood. They seek to attack those that disturb their tranquility with war.\n\tAs Aldan's wizard and mage prepare their special attack, Cruiberg's commander of darkness has his forces sweep in and shred through the Harathi cavalry. Steele is forced to call his men back until the enemy is forced to engage down hill. By that point, he's able to have his men form a strong shield wall that moves forth with strength and dignity. Cruiberg attacks and pushes through, but victory is not certain. Instead, the Harathi fight with all of their heart and might. Jason Steele and his right hand man lead the attack and show off their own brutality that easily matches that of the Cruiberg's.\n\tWay uphill, Varon observes the battle and calculates which groups are missing from the battle. He rushes to the first lieutenant on duty and rages for answers. “Where's your fourth squad? No, where's the fourth through sixth? “\n\t“They didn't make it, sir.” He replies quickly, his eyes bulged in shock and fear. “They must have been tracked down and killed!”\n\t“Bastard idiot! Something as small as that could easily be the end of us.” He spits in his face and throws him down from his horse before galloping with horse back to his small group of undead warriors. They face him with no expression, although their naked skeleton bodies are disturbing even to Cruiberg eyes. All he has to do is glare at them and they understand his orders. The fifteen undead soldiers move out and towards where the missing groups would have been.\n\tVaron holds the image in his mind. A clearing, Where he met and gave orders personally to the Cruiberg captain in charge of the of the fourth outpost. His Bone Guard see the same place and know the route. They march, pushing their way through any obstacle they can and going around any impediment they cannot go through. The Cruiberg soldiers, men and women, on foot and horsed, know to give these Bone Guard a wide berth. They travel at the order of a Dark Mage...and no Cruiberg soldier wishes to cross one of them.\n\tAt the clearing pictured so clearly in Varon's mind, the commanders of the three Cruiberg outposts huddle together. Their men are fighting well and the Harathi and their demon allies are outnumbered. Still, it is a close battle and the three confer in hopes of finding some stratagem for victory.\n\t“Gods eyes, you're late but thank the gods you're here now!” Horace, commander of the Jeremy's 4th Outriders, is cut and bleeding from one arm. His axe is bloody as he points to a knot of Harathi horsemen. “That's their commander. Kill him and they'll fold like the scum always do.”\n\t“Aye. My men and I will push for him.” He looks young. “Shouldn't be a problem.” Angus, commander of the 6th Outriders grins and winks at Horace. “Surprise he's giving you such trouble, Horace. Gone soft, have you?”\n\t“Fuck you, Angus!” Horace angrily retorts. “He wasn't no trouble at all. It's the damned demons what slowed us down.”\n\t“There's also that one. He seems to be leading the Harathi infantry.” Ivor points at Aldan. The Harathi captain is cleaving his way towards the young Harathi cavalry leader. “That could be Aldan Jaeger himself, by the size of him and the way he fights.” His eyes gleam. “By gods, if it is and we capture him, King Jeremy will reward us with riches and slaves beyond our dreams! I'll lead my men against him!” He draws his sword and a small axe and rallies his men before charging towards Aldan. “For Jeremy! For Cruiberg!”\n\tThe three captains gather their men and launch their final assault to overwhelm the Harathi and carry the day. They slash and cut their way towards Aldan and Beyers hoping to keep the pair from joining forces. They are too slow, however.\n\tAldan slashes through a Cruiberg spearwoman's throat as she stabs for him. He deflects the blow with his shield, leaving her gurgling on the ground in his wake. Fighting beside him, Holt and Nellyn, flash and dodge. They are each much faster than Aldan, but he's more experienced. The three of them, with the odd Harathi soldier or demon with them, reach the cluster of horsed troops. Captain Beyers, wounded and bleeding from one arm and one leg, smiles.\n\t“About time. Thought we were going to have to win this all by our lonesome!” He coughs. Specks of blood stain his lips and his smile turns to a grimace. “We don't want that much glory. Weighs us down. You'll help us carry it, won't you?” The young man spasms in pain and falls to one knee, coughing again. More blood streaks his lips and chin. “You wouldn't happen to have a healer with you, would you?”\n\tAizen taps the back of Beyers shoulder and smiles as he opens his bag of herbs and potions. “You're in luck. Drew! Cover me.” He looks up at his friend, who kneels down and slowly forms a shield of hot fire around them, which disintegrates three Cruiberg's that run right into it. The shield turns to smoke, which he then transforms into specs of fire that rain down on others. Two other demons join by his side with swords.\n\tYthl uses his friends energy to complete one of his more powerful and tiresome enchantment spells. The tables turn just as it seems that the Cruiberg are about to swarm in like an infestation and kill them all. Below the soldiers feet, the earth rumbles and quakes. A strange and massive man made of roots, mud, wood and stone rises from out of the ground and lets out a menacing roar that can be heard from miles away. It stomps two men standing beside it into a flattened mess of gore, then throws its arm out to the side to launch a dozen away from it.\n\t“No, no, I still need you!” Milvik grasps his friend and drags him over to a tree. The young wizard pants in exhaustion, instantly showing signs of fatigue and exhaustion. He looks over to Aizen and whistles, but the demon isn't complete just yet.\n\t“We'll protect you until Aizen's ready for him.” Alec says, approaching with other soldiers.\n\tThe sound of Ythl's Earth Guardian stills the battlefield for a moment as all eyes turn towards the beast. The pause is fleeting and the Cruiberg quickly recover themselves. They renew their attack, fighting for survival as much as for victory.\n\tExhausted men and women fight savagely in bloody hand to hand combat. The pace of the battle slows as arms and legs burn from the sheer effort of fighting and staying alive. Where in the first minutes of battle, adrenalin and excitement drove the warriors to swing and parry as quickly as they could, exhaustion now robs them of speed. Warriors circle each other, their weapons dipping, seemingly pounds heavier than just minutes ago. Dart and thrust is replaced with grunt and cleave, a slow dance of death.\n\tExcept for the demons and their commander. Nellyn still moves like a dancer. Graceful, fluid, fast. He's covered with sweat and grime, blood that is not his own. He kills Cruiberg with a ruthless efficiency, when they come close to him. He stays near Captain Beyers and Aizen, protecting them. Holt, too, still moves fast, although the elf pants with exertion, covered with sweat as well. He's a touch slower now than he was at the outset.\n\tAldan fights on. Sheer will drives his muscles as they screams and burn. Hatred, still, drives his blows. He still sees the bodies of his wife and children. And he still hungers to make Jeremy's men pay those deaths.\n\tWithin just fifteen minutes, the giant Earth beast has helped them kill off more than half of the groups they're engaging. Although it seems as if victory is now certain, it only takes a minute for disaster to hit. The smiles of demons and Harathi are met with shock as they witness four skeletons jump on top of the beast and slash their way through the thick and thousand pound creatures limbs. As strong as it might be, it stupidly falls apart and tries to toss them off without knowing how to fight against such an enemy. Ythl's beast crumbles back into the Earth, its corpse immediately transforming into a garden of blooming roses.\n\tBy peer luck or fate, Tomas is the quickest to spot the leader of the skeletons, whom launches a javelin right at Aldan while the commander is looking away. He's able to time the throwing of a short blade just right so that it knocks the javelin from hitting its target. “Aldan! Behind you!” But as soon as he calls out, he's surrounded by three of them.\n\tHolt steps back from the two that move closer to them. He tries to measure the monsters at hand. Their bones are hard enough to break normal swords and they move at incredible speed. “Disarming them would be one thing, but how can he destroy something that might break his own weapon?”\n\tSome of the demons attempt to use their fire, but it's of no use. They look to their leader for advice, hoping that Nellyn has a plan up his sleeve.\n\tNellyn realizes the peril posed by the Bone Guard. He's fought them before, losing more friends than he cares to remember just now. He turns to Aldan. “Your wizards need to deal with the bones! Your swords will do nothing to them.” With Aldan nodding that he understands, Nellyn moves into the Cruiberg soldiers, determined to finish them before the bones can turn the day against his demons and their allies.\n\tHolt moves to fight near Tomas. The pair concentrate on avoiding the blows of the boned monstrosities. On keeping them occupied, chasing after the elf and young human, rather than cleaving through their allies. They are able to draw the creature's attentions and avoid their blows, all the while trusting that Milvik and Ythl can pull something from their sleeves to defeat this threat.\n\tThe Cruiberg commanders desperately pounce at Aldan as he is distracted by the bone beasts. Horace and Angus attack low, with Ivor trying to slip through and knock the Harathi unconscious.\n\tAldan dodges Horace's swing, blocks Angus with his shield and plunges his sword deep into Ivor's chest. The Cruiebrg looks at Aldan, shock registering on his face, his eyes wide in the split second before spitting up a gout of steaming, red blood. Aldan spins, slicing his sword into Angus' ribs, feeling the blade cutting deep and shattering bone. He faces Horace and the Cruiberg meets Aldan's gaze with a steady glare.\n\tFrom Horace's left eye, the tip of a sword appears. As the Cruiberg falls to the ground, Captain Beyers spits a wad of phlegm and blood. He smiles and falls back into Aizen's arms, coughing as the demon settles him to the ground.\n\t“You have to leave me, Aizen.” Beyers pushes him away from him as he attempts to hold himself up with his sword. “You've done all you can, but the only ones that can get us out of this are the magic ones.”\n\tAizen grunts and wishes there were some way he could fix his wounds, but he knows that they'll all be dead if he can't help Ythl. “I'm sorry.” He sprints back, immediately taking out his trusted dagger to jump above and slash the throats of two Cruiberg soldiers that block his path to the wizard and mage. Evie joins him just in time. She opens her bag, mixing various herbs into a potion jar halfway full of water. Aizen covers it over his mouth, warms it with his hands and says a prayer that allows the magic to take form. He quickly pops off the cap and forces it into Ythl's mouth. “Three more like that and he should be building up his strength. But we need more time.”\n\tDrew looks over the battlefield as the strange skeleton warriors begin overpowering his friends. They can block each attack, but defense means nothing if you can't use offense. One of the creatures lands down from a tree and almost slashes him in half, but he blocks it with the sword Aldan gave him this morning right in the nick of time. Drew tries blocking again, but his sword is knocked out of his hand. A sense of foreboding fear overtakes him as he imagines dying for the second time in front of his lover. The skeleton's sword extends towards him in attempt to pierce his heart. All of his training with Nellyn returns to him as he parries in a speedy fashion and dances to the opposite side in one swift move. Facing the back of the skeleton, Drew presses his left palm against the creatures back and releases a blast as hot as magma from out of his hand. The attack knocks down several trees and melts some of the Cruiberg dead standing near them. Many of the Harathi turn their heads immediately and witness as the skeleton crumbles in half and to the ground.\n\t“Drew's fire...” Nellyn thinks to himself as he blocks attack after attack. “No, that was like magma from the deepest depths of the planet. Must it be the dragons blood in him that caused such a blow?”\n\tSeemingly frustrated, three more of the skeletons rush in to attack Drew. His hands ignite with flames as he prepares to face them alone. The closer they come towards him the more he seems to physically change. His hands form long fingers and dragon claws, scales form on his arms, his feline tail also becomes much larger and scaled. He sprints towards them and matches Nellyn's speed as he uses his hands to block each attack and punch the zombie-skeletons back and away from him.\n\tFinally, Ythl seems to pull together after the medicine Aizen and Evie had given him. He smiles and places a hand on Milvik's shoulder. “Don't worry. You'll get me back some way tomorrow, right? After all, you said the weather will be in your favor.” He holds his staff in both hands and stands on one knee as he begins to chant and pray. “Hear me, Cvirthizanea, Queen of the forest fairies and cleanser of dark magic. Take my blessings, see the purity of my heart as I call to you and ask that you cleanse these beasts of the spells they're under.” Ythl then begins chanting in a different language, which is unfamiliar to any of them. He extends his right hand out and shuts his eyes. Small fairies emerge from out of nothing and giggle as they dazzle and fly towards the skeletons.\n\tTomas smiles back at his boyfriend. Him and Holt have their backs against each other as they face a group of Cruiberg soldiers and two skeleton-zombies that have circled them. The fairies land on the creatures, which changes the color of their bones from glowing black to cold decaying brown and gray.\n\tThe brown and grey spreads over the skeletons, like a fast moving mold or fungus. As more and more of the bone is transformed, pieces begin to flake off. Smaller pieces in the beginning, but soon large chunks of altered bone peel away and fall to the ground. The fairies giggle and dance over the Bone Guard, seemingly at play, yet everywhere they touch one of the infernal creatures, the beast begins to disintegrate.\n\tAcross the clearing, Drew faces off against three. He moves differently from what Aldan has ever seen from his husband. He bends and weaves, ducks and manipulates his body to avoid the blows from the creatures.\n\tTo Drew, the monsters move incredibly slowly. Avoiding them seems easy. He focuses his rage, striking at one. Heat and molten force erupt from his palm. The strike doesn't send the heat passing through the creature...the heat seems to travel throughout the thing. For a moment, it begins to glow red. And then, it simply disintegrates into glowing ash, blowing away on the breeze.\n\tDrew moves to strike the other two. Each follows the first. Burnt up from the inside and reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. His eyes gleam and sparkle with his own fire as the demon move towards more of the bone creatures. There are not many left.\n\tYthl's faeries have continued their game, giggling as they land on the Bone Guard, and as the creatures undergo their transformation. The chunks of bone lay on the ground, continuing to dissolve, almost melting into the ground. The young Aiguan wizard concentrates of his minions, maintaining the summoning...The fairies go where they will, but it Ythl who keeps open the portal of their summoning. The strain is immense. Soon, the young wizard sweats and shakes. He breathes heavily, his hand digging into Milvik's shoulder.\n\tThe storm mage understands the casting. He tries to breathe deeply and evenly, lending his strength and will to Ythl. Together, the pair are able to maintain the faeries until all of the bone guard are either burnt by Drew or disintegrated by the fairies. Winding down his spell, Ythl beckons the fairies to him and the return gladly, laughing and giggling in their high pitched voices. As they fly back to Ythl, the touch his hand and disappear, their laughter echoing in the air.\n\tAlong the ground where the Bone Guard pieces fell, mushrooms and toadstools grow. Some of the fungi grow several inches, six inches or so. There is no sign of bones.\n\tJust as the group begins to recover from the battle that they've won, they hear horses and more troops in the distance coming their way. Aldan calls out to all of his men. “We did good, but we have to get back to the others now. Two minutes to collect ourselves and then we're off again.”\n\tDrew stumbles down on both knees as his body turns back to normal. His husband helps him back up and rubs the sweat off of his forehead. “Well, that was certainly surprising. Are you alright? Still have some strength in you?”\n\tHe catches his breath, sighs and pulls himself back up. “Y-yeah... I guess I thought I was going to die in the dragon inside of me came out. But I'm okay.” He grins back to his lover.\n\tThe group gathers back together. Aizen drags Beyers over to a tree and closes the mans eyes, hearing him gasp his slow and final breaths. His men stand around him and pray shortly, but quickly put their feelings aside and nod to Aldan. Cruiberg is approaching quicker than expected and they must go.\n\tBack at the center of the battlefield, Jason's men find themselves pulled into the perfect storm as their horsed cavalry are being quickly slaughtered. Troops below hold their weight against Cruiberg, but they fear that they'll have to retreat much sooner than expected.\n\tFrom above, Varon turns his head to one of the other lieutenants and sips a warm black tea in between calm commands. “Let's move the boulder cannons forward now. If we wait any longer they might cause more damage then expected. I'm also expecting our friends from the Raider group to show up any minute.”\n\t“As you wish, sir.” A lieutenant rushes behind him and commands for the cannons to come forth. It takes twenty men to move them and fifty to launch the gigantic rocks into the sky. While there's only four rocks for them to use, Varon knows that it'll be just the right amount of damage and death to inflict to pull the Harathi back.\n\tThe demons assemble around Nellyn. Of the 20 that sallied forth, 19 remain. But the loss of one of their number aches for them all. Quickly, efficiently, they wrap their dead comrade in a makeshift shroud. As most of the demons are tending their wounded and the dead, some stand watch, keeping an eye out for enemies approaching the battle weary combination of demons and humans. Nellyn moves across the battlefield, quietly ending the suffering of those too wounded to move and taking only two Cruiberg prisoners.\n\tThere are few horses left alive and unwounded. Beyers' men gather them, their own and the Cruiberg mounts that can be ridden or led away. Some horses are put down, a somber task, but they cannot leave wounded animals to suffer.\n\tAs Aldan closes Captain Beyers' eyes and stands, the  young officer grabs his hand. He coughs a wet, rattling cough and smiles through blooded lips and teeth. “I'm not dead yet. Get me on my horse and I can ride.”\n\tThe Captain is reunited with his mount. His men, the few survivors, mount as well. There are extra horses. Beasts whose riders have perished. The wounded humans and demons are assisted on to the horses. In the space of a few minutes, the remnants of the three units are ready to move back to their lines.\n\tNellyn's demons spread out, acting as scouts and pickets to insure the survivors are not ambushed. The bedraggled humans follow. As they move out, Aldan looks back at their battlefield.\n\tMost of Captain Beyers' men are dead. Out of nearly 60, only eight are unwounded. Some 34 others remain on the field, their bodies laid out in some semblance of peace. The Cruiberg losses are extreme. Perhaps 200 dead. Some are laid out, but there simply isn't time for proper handling of the dead.\n\tAtop his horse, Aldan holds closely to his husband. Drew leans heavily against him, exhaustion suddenly overtaking him. The Raiders have had their losses, too. Forty seven rode in. Thirty eight ride out, many of those wounded. Holt and Aizen, Tomas and Ythl, Alec and Milvik. Brady. Aldan goes over the roster in his mind. He grits his teeth as he makes a mental note of those they're forced to leave behind.\n\tTheir battle was a victory. The Cruiberg outposts will not be adding their strength to their comrades. But the cost...Captain Beyers is gravely wounded and his force is ruined. The Harathi Army will be forced to rely on Lord Steele's cavalry. . .and Lord Steele is hidebound in his tactics. The army has lost an irreplaceable component...For scouting, for rapidly buttressing weak spots in the Harathi lines, for raiding and disrupting the enemy. A very costly victory. . .\n\n\tLord Steele stares through his farglasses. His face is grim, his teeth set tight together. An aide approaches, saluting. “Pardon, Lord. The Cruiberg are bringing up their rock cannon.”\n\tLord Steele nods. “So I see. Pull my knights back. Let one of the regular units take their shots.” He glances at the aide. “Make it one of Ronan's units. His men are expendable.” The man nods and rushes to fulfill his commander's will.\n\tAldan's group and those along with him arrive just as the canons launch the first two boulders, which crush forty each immediately and allow enough time for the surrounding Cruiberg to rush in and go for the kill. Another two collide into a group of the King's soldiers, instantly killed and crushed. The Harathi forces attempt to fight back against the overwhelming warriors that have prepared for this battle, while they've been exhausted from day after day of training and being lead by a commander with no real regards for their life.\n\tIt's only five minutes later before Jason decides to signal the flags for retreat. Varon laughs from up high and points out a particular group that intrigues him. “Yes, oh yes! They survived my creation after all. It looks like they did suffer some casualties though. At least I have an idea of who's left. Looks like he has a wizard with him, two healers, judging by the necklace on the one lad, that must be the bastard storm mage.” He pours the rest of his tea out on the grass and heads past the archers. Two lieutenants follow suit. “Alright. Let's head back. Have two groups follow them back and fight with all that they have left in them. Otherwise, we're done for today. Jeremy and his army will join us for the final kill tomorrow, I believe.” \n\tAs Aldan's group head off with the others, Brady is able to catch a short glimpse of Varon before turning his head away. He moves up towards Aldan. Their leader was eyeing us down pretty hard during that. “We should be prepared for him. He's a dark mage too. That's the bastard who killed almost all of my men himself yesterday.”\n\tAldan looks back toward the Cruiberg lines. “Dammit. I hope he waits until tomorrow. Ythl needs to rest and Milvik needs a storm. We'd better be ready for anything. We'll stick close to Nellyn and his men and I'll see if King Ronan can't get some archers and pikemen to cover us. Something.” He sighs, then looks at Brady. “You fought well today, Brady. We all did. Let's try to get the men some rest.”\n\tAizen and Evie stay close to the wounded. Captain Beyers is moved to a physiker's tent where his wounds will be tended and watched more closely. Aldan and Nellyn bid the young captain farewell, with Aldan making a note to visit the young man as frequently as he can. Losing that many men in one fight can tear at a man's mind.\n\tA commissary wagon makes its way to the combined encampment for Aldan's men and the demons. Hot stew is dished out for the humans and raw vegetables and salted fish for the demons. Several small barrels of ale and beer are off loaded, as well as cases of wine. \n\tAldan addresses his surviving troops. “Tough fight today. We won and did well. You all did well and fought bravely. Drink and rest. Tomorrow will be hard again. We'll need double watches. Remember, of all the commands in the army, we've got a special target - We killed Rakshahas. They're wanting their revenge. Take care and don't get too drunk.”\n\tWith that, Aldan heads to the rear to make his report to the King. Drew walks beside him, their hands entertwined.\n\t“Let's hope Alex's Dad isn't already in there with the King.” Drew shrugs. He squeezes his husbands hand and follows suit.\n\tAs they approach the King's tent, they notice that one lieutenant and/or squad leader leaves right after another. Aldan already knows the protocols of what's going on. They're giving off the names of who they've lost and what strategies were used. Once they enter, he immediately feels himself back into the warm, almost calm presence of what constant war is like. There's his leader, the King, a few men beside him taking notes from the others, then them heading off. Aldan's seen this so many times before that he doesn't even catch himself immediately giving off the immediate details of how the battle went and who was lost. On the other hand, Drew notices Garallen and Yuval sitting beside a fire and speaking to one another. Garallen focuses his attention on Aldan for a brief moment, but waits for there to be a pause in their conversation.\n\t“You said that you have a storm mage among your group?” Garallen asks. “Does he not carry a book around with him?”\n\tAldan turns to Garallen and calmly responds. “No, he doesn't. Only the crystal around his neck. The boy was imprisoned for many years and I do believe he forgot many spells.”\n\t“Ahhhh.” Garallen grins. He moves a stick around in the fire and looks to his apprentice. “Surely you have a book in your study room for that, right?” Yuval nods his head. “Well?” The boy rolls his eyes. “Bring the storm mage here. The faster the better. My boy isn't that patient, you see. I don't want to get him upset.”\n\tAldan smiles and looks at Drew. The demon boy falls for his sarcasm and barks back. “What? You think I'm inpatient? Whatever.”\n\tStay here for just a second. “This is your King. Maybe you can get to know him?” Aldan says before running off and into the camp. He finds Milvik, who's busy cleaning his boyfriends armor and preparing a hot bath for him in a private tent. “I'm sorry, but I need you to come with me for a moment. Someone wants to speak with you.”\n\t“Wait for me, okay?” He kisses Alec on the lips and runs off with his leader. Both of them enter the tent and come to a halt when they see Yuval standing by an open portal. Garallen looks it over and grins with approval.\n\tYuval walks over to Milvik, takes his hand and shakes it lively. “Nice to meet you. I'm Yuval and I'll be your guide! Please, follow me into this strange looking hole that you see. It's totally safe and fine. I promise.” He chuckles and takes him with. Milvik tries to ask where he's being taken in an agitated tone, but he's quickly pushed right into the portal with the boy. Soon enough, they're inside of a small room with no windows. Three of the four corners have potions, herbs, books and various strange relics on them, while the fourth has the exit/opening for the portal.\n\t“Hmmm. Storm magic, storm magic...” Yuval looks over his books and begins climbing up the bookcase. “By the way, this is my study room. I have all sorts of stuff from all across the globe in here! But don't tell anyone, okay? I'm only doing this so you can have some more tricks up your sleeve. Oh, oh, found it!” He tosses down a book, which hits Milvik right in the head before landing in his hands. “There we go.” Yuval slides back down the bookcase and sticks out his tongue. “This should help, right? It has all of the basic prayers and chantings for all storms and forms of magic under your religion.”\n\tMilvik cracks open the book. He flips through several pages, nodding as he skims the contents. “Interesting. Thank you. I'll try and study as much as I can tonight. Who knows? It might just be the edge we need for tomorrow.”\n\t“Glad I can help.” Yuval walks over to his medicine counter and fills up a satchel with them until it's almost overflowing. He sticks out his tongue at Milvik. “These are for your friends, Evie and Aizen. Garallen and I aren't going to be fighting, so we're going to help heal the soldiers when they're off in battle and we're here. Go ahead and step through the gate.” \n\tMilvik nervously steps through and finds himself on the other side. He looks around the room and feels a gentle push from behind him. Yuval cracks a laugh as he shuts the gate. “Scared ya, didn't I? Garallen and I are one of the very few that can use that kind of power.”\n\tMilvik looks Yuval up and down. “You're so young. And yet you can open portals and you apprentice to Garallen.” He shakes his head. “We've all heard stories about the Raven Wizard. He's famous in wizarding circles. You must possess a great deal of raw ability. Or. . .is there another reason?”\n\tHe looks to his master and dances his hips from side to side. “Well... I'm apparently in my thirties or forties, but I lost memories of my previous life and now I'm in my young body for what seems like forever. But don't go spouting that to everyone! Garallen's way stronger and more magical than I am. Maybe one day I'll be up to his level.”\n\tJust as they're conversing, a familiar face enters the King's tent and grins devilishly at Garallen. The tall, mid-twenty year old man is dressed in leather armor, his long hair is gorgeously blonde and wrapped in a pony tail in the back. “Someone said I'd find you here.”\n\t“Delano.” Garallen speaks in an unsurprised tone. He pulls his apprentice close to his side. Seemingly feeling out of place, Milvik bows to the King and to Aldan before heading off and to his boyfriend. “Why am I not surprised that you're the first of the ones I wrote to that ends up by my side? You're a bit early too. Something tells me you must have been close by or already involved in the war.”\n\tThe wizard standing in front of him was once a student of his. In response, he was paid well. However, he's never trusted him ever since a rumor came about that he worked as a free lance assassin for several years, paid by all kingdoms on the continent.\n\tAlec sits at the edge of the area his friends share with the demons. His leg bounces as he sits, looking towards the rear area of the encamped army, towards the pavilion of the King. He swings a stick at the wet grass, biting his lip. He sees men and women passing back and forth. He watches each closely, his heart racing until he realizes it's not the man he's waiting for. Dejected he continues to wait. Until. . . \n\tThe young warrior spies Milvik walking quickly towards him. With a smile, Alec stands and rushes to the wizard's side. Once he's next to Milvik, he falls in step beside him. He reaches for his lover's hand, but stops himself. Instead, he smiles even wider. “You were gone forever! Did the King speak to you??? What's he like? I'm so glad you're back. What's that you're carrying? Is it a present?” He fires questions one right after the other, following Milvik into their tent and securing the flap behind him. He stirs the coals in the bronze barzier that warms the tent. “Tell me!”\n\tMilvik laughs, feeling his eyes well up with tears as he looks to his boyfriend. “This book...” He flips it open as the two of them sit down beside each other. “My teacher wrote this. It's his handwriting! He wrote only five of these.” Milvik flips to a random page. Suddenly, everything begins to swell back to him. The storm mage gropes his forehead and groans as he feels his mind overloaded with information. All of the prayers and chants, all of the months of training he went through with his girlfriend, the time he spent with Holt's brother, it all hits him in a matter of seconds.\n\t“What's wro—\" Alec stops himself. His boyfriend shuts the book and holds out the palm of his hand. He mutters a slow chant and his necklace glows a shadowy azure haze. The boy stands up and his boyfriend heads outside. “Hey! Where are you going? What's going on?”\n\tMilvik raises his hand to the sky. As soon as he stops his prayer a thin strike of lightning dashes from out of a faraway cloud and is absorbed right into his entire body. Once it vanishes, Milvik flexes his fist and shows his control of the lightning. “That's not all, hun. Tomorrow night, the conditions are perfect for a tornado. With this book I'll be able to control where I want it to hit. It'll only last for a few minutes, but the damage should be destructive enough.”\n\t“You're kidding me!” Alec's eyes bulge out in surprise. He stops himself at first when he goes to hug him, but then does so anyway. “We might really win this battle after all.”\n\tBack in the King's tent, Delano says something that causes Garallen's fears to worsen. “Well, Jason Steele sent a letter asking me to fight alongside him long before you did, so I'm technically late to this.” He looks to the King. “My King, I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't mean to barge in like this. My name is Delano and I'll be fighting alongside you in the coming days.”\n\t“Fighting, huh.” Garallen thinks to himself. He grips Yuval's left hand. “Come. We have more important things to attend to.”\n\tDelano smirks and follows them out of the tent, but heads the opposite way of them, leaving Aldan and the King alone to go over plans for battle at their own leisure. While on the way to their tent, the two wizards stop by the infirmary, where Yuval gives his satchel of medicine and herbs to her and goes over how to use some of them. She thanks him and the two head off to their own private tent.\n\tAs soon as they enter, Yuval takes a cloth from a bucket of water and begins cleaning off his face and arms. He hands it to his master before removing his socks and shoes. “You don't trust Delano, do you? He has a very spooky aura. Like a goblin!” He makes a funny face and sits beside his teacher on their mattress.\n\t“It may shock you, Yuval, but I do not trust anyone who uses magic.” The older mage runs a hand over his short-cropped hair. His brow furrows together. Standing, he remains quiet as he splashes water onto his face, scrubbing his cheeks and chin vigorously. Slowly, he returns to the bed, drying his face as he walks. Once seated, he runs the dampened cloth under his arms and over his chest and neck. “Spooky is a good word for Delano. Men like him, long on ambition and short on empathy, are dangerous and not to be trusted.” Sighing, Garallen stretches and yawns. “Pour me some wine, please, And a shot of something stronger. The problem is most who study magic are long on ambition. The empathy part can be hard to determine sometimes. So it was with Delano.”\n\t“But you still taught him.” Yuval walks over to a small table and takes one wine glass and a small shot glass. He pours him red wine and absinthe, then brings it back over to the bed. The boy hops up and pulls off his tunic. On the right side of his chest is a tattoo exactly like Chandler and Kirth's. Little does the boy realize that he was born from the ice continent or that the blood of dark magic runs through him. He squeezes his slight belly fat and plays with his outie belly button. His skin is slightly tanned, but still smooth and creamy.\n\t“In the beginning, he was an apt student. Diligent, respectful.” He downs the absinthe in one shot. He follows that with a quick inhalation through his open mouth. “Delicious. Thank you, Yu.” He bumps his shoulder against his current apprentice.\n\t“It was several years of working together before things changed. Either he changed and became more cruel, or he had always been thus and I was finally able to see it. he shrugs. Regardless, since he has left my tutelage, he's become something of a mercenary. Selling his skills to whoever can pay. For any sort of job. No doubt, he thinks he has the better of me.” He tilts his head towards Yuval, grinning. “He would be wrong, though.”\n\t“Thought you'd say that. Nobody fools you.” Yuval sticks out his tongue at him and lays on his back, facing Garallen and staring up at his lover. “Can we... Tonight?”\n\t“Can we. . .work on your penmanship? Your writing needs much improvement.” He sits on the side of the bed, turning to face Yuval. His fingers walk along the young boy's ribs. “Or should we work on your Dalvanian history? You had some trouble with that, if I recall.” The walking fingers move over Yuval's chest. A growing bulge is obvious between Yuval's legs and his lips and cheeks begin to deepen into a hot pink. “Or. . . . Boop!” He pinches Yuval's right nipple gently. “Do you have something else in mind, dear boy?”\n\t“We can work on that stuff later.” He giggles as he's tickled. Yuval feels along his boyfriends fuzzy arms, then runs his hand up the older mans shirt to feel his chest hair. His hand goes back down to feel the bush of unshaven pubes. “I love how hairy you are. So comfy.” His hand feels his masters much larger bulge. “Pweeeeeeeease...”\n\tGarallen lets Yuval massage his erection through his pants. His fingers walk all along the younger wizard's chest and stomach. He teases walking his hand down to Yuval's bulge, but stops near the boy's belly button, slowly dragging a finger slowly around the edges. Without word, he stands and strips out of his remaining clothing. His cock sticks out from his thick, wild bush. The head is deep crimson, the first shininess of precum nestling at his slit.\n\t“What do you want to do, Yuval? Tell me.” Garallen lays down beside the boy, His fingers walks all over Yuval, down his thighs, up his ribcage. His cock, long and thin, he lays just above the boy's pubis, in his lower tummy.\n\t“Take the rest of my clothes off.” He answers. Yuval takes one of hands to stroke the shaft of Garallen's much larger cock. His fingers are small compared to it and typically require both working on it, but just the feel of his hand right there is enough to pleasure his lover. He kisses him softly, then again deeper with some tongue. Garallen is never too forceful or hard with him because he knows his boyish body couldn't handle what someone much older could, although sometimes Yuval can surprise him when he rides him.\n\tSlowly, Garallen pulls at Yuval's pants, He slides them down and off of the boy. His unders quickly follow and Yuval lays there naked. His older lover rests a hand on Yuval's hip, feeling the softness of the boy's skin and tapping his thumb against Yuval's hip bone. He leans down, pressing his lips to Yuval's. Their mouths open slightly and their tongues find each other. The pair kiss, deeply and fervently. He pulls Yuval close against his own body. “How's this to start with, Yu?”\n\t“Good.” He blushes a deep red in both cheeks. Yuval spits into his mouth and brings his palm to his erection to stroke. His penis is slightly curved up, three and a half inches, circumcised tightly with the dark brown scar more than halfway down and his frenulum removed. His balls are the size of small marbles, all of his privates smooth like the rest of his body. He rubs his dick against Garallen's and moans as his other hand brushes along his boyfriends chest hair.\n\tThe wizard climbs atop Yuval. Holding himself up on his hands and knees, he lets his chest and stomach just come into contact with his boy. He slips his cock between them as well. As they kiss, Garallen slowly slides his body over and around Yuval's. His body hair tickles the boy, raising goosebumps where their bodies meet. His cock grinds against Yuval's smaller dick. The feel of Garallen's fur against his body drives Yuval wild. Soon, he's moaning and cooing in delight, his kisses becoming more and more lustful and frantic. “My little man.” Garallen whispers in Yuval's ear.\n\tYuval giggles childishly like he always does. He rubs his thumb against Garallen's slit and then pinches both of nipples while asking. “It must be strange knowing I'll always look like this... Is it ok for me to see myself as a boy if that's all I know and remember? Does it confuse you at times?”\n\tGarallen laughs. He rolls onto his back, holding Yuval and pulling him on top of his hairy body. He looks up at the boy and smiles, brushing stray hairs from the boy's face. “It doesn't confuse me at all. You should see yourself as you see yourself. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks, Yu. You are a beautiful, sexy boy. You are also an accomplished wizard with years and years of training that only you and I know about. Well, a few others know.”\n\tYuval hugs him tightly and nuzzles his face into his chest. He then sits up on his masters legs and holds the erect cock in front of him, stroking it with both hands and examining it. His mouth kisses the tip, then he spits down and strokes. Yuval's tongue explores all of the shaft, down to the darker and hairy sack which has the perfect masculine stench to it that he loves. Without another word, his mouth takes one testicle in, then the other, before he hides his teeth behind his lips and begins sucking on the head. He continues to stroke him before taking more of it into his mouth. He uses both hands when he strokes or gropes, knowing that they're a bit too small for doing both at the same time accurately. While he can't deep thoat him and quite possibly never, he can take almost all of it into his mouth and his technique his tight, comforting and perfect. It almost feels as if he's already fucking him. After a while, he stops tugs on his own dick. Yuval sits up and shows it off to his master.\n\t“Yours is quite lovely, Yuval.” The older partner stuffs a pillow beneath his head and shoulders, relaxing and staring at his lover. His hands slowly wander over Yuval's tummy, his thighs, his chest. “Tell me what you see and think when you look at your dick?”\n\t“Well, it's smaller than yours and doesn't have any hair.” He smirks, spitting down on it and stroking it. “Because I haven't gone through puberty and never will. Mine is curved and yours isn't. The line on mine is also further down I guess?” He rubs it with a finger, then touches Garallen's circumcision scar. “I like mine a lot, though.”\n\t“Oh, I like yours a lot, too.” He slides his hand down over Yuval's tummy, over his smooth pubis. He lightly pinches the boy's dick between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he strokes his boy. “Would it surprise you to know that it was a Cruiberg who cut you?”\n\t“Cut me?” He looks at him confused. “What do you mean? Where?”\n\t“Your dick.” He pushes his thumb and forefinger to the base of the boy's dick. He moves Yuval's cock from side to side. “See the dark ring around your shaft? That's actually a scar. Do you see my ring? That's a scar too.”\n\t“A scar? So there was skin there before, but it was removed?” He thinks back. “Oh! I think I've seen dicks completely covered with skin before. So most people must get it taken off. Why do they do that? Why did a Cruiberg cut mine off?”\n\t“Most people lose their skin for cultural reasons. It's called circumcision.” Garallen resumes softly stroking Yuval as he explains. “Sometimes it's for health reasons, because a boy doesn't wash properly and gets infections under his hood. Which is what we call the uncut skin. Yours was for cultural reasons... As to why a Cruiberg. Well, your were a young boy on the borderlands of Cruiberg. When it was time for your cut, there was a priest from Cruiberg staying over at the village. He was there to do the son of the local lord. He did you and a couple of other boys over the course of a couple of days. I assisted. Although I don't do it as a matter of course, I can administer the cut, if needs be.”\n\t“So you were there for my circumcision.” He sticks out his tongue and laughs. His left hand rubs along his own butt, feeling for the pleasure spot and inserting a finger gently. “Why is mine cut different than yours or others? And who did yours?”\n\t“I did my own.” He grabs his own dick, moving it around so they each get a good look at it. “I was about 30 years old and it was becoming uncomfortably tight. So, I'd read about cutting, and I took a stiff brandy a scalpel and Garallen flicks his write to and fro. viola. From uncut to cut in the blink of an eye.”\n\t“Woah! So brave. You must be really good at it to then.” He uses one hand to stroke Garallen's, another to stroke his own. “But that doesn't explain why mine is tighter than yours.”\n\tGarallen winks at Yuval and laughs. “I did not do my own. I was cut as a boy, an infant really. Don't remember a thing about it.” He plants his thumbs on Yuval's nipples, pressing down slightly and rolling them in small circles around his sensitive nipples. “Everyone's dick is different. When we get cut, we get cut different, too. Every dick is different, Yuval. Every dick has secrets. Secret spots that like to be kissed, others that respond to a touch, others that enjoy a little pain.”\n\t“You know mine right? Just like I know yours.” He runs his hand along the bottom shaft and stops at Garallen's frenulum, softly teasing it before sitting up and pushing down his small curved dick. “Can you suck me?”\n\tThe older mage arches an eyebrow at his friend. “I can. But what do I get out of it?” His hands caress Yuval's chest and stomach, coming close to his wiener but not actually touching it.\n\t“Well, I'll suck you and then you can fuck me. Does that sound alright?” He asks with a touch of anxiety. Even though Garallen always says yes, he sometimes gets afraid for no reason at all. “I really want your big cock inside of me.”\n\tGrabbing Yuval's hips, he moves the boy so that their balls rub against each other. Gently, he rocks Yuval back and forth until the boy takes over and grinds against his master on his own. “You don't think we should save our strength for tomorrow?”\n\t“I'll have more strength if I can have Garallen's cum inside of me. Whether it's up my bum or in my mouth, it always makes me a better wizard. You should know that by now.” He humps his smaller dick against Garallen's, pushing their heads together.\n\t“You raise a good point, Yuval.” Garallen grins, resting a hand over his apprentice's heart. “Besides, I can't tell you no. Not when you're naked and hard like you are.”\n\tReaching to the nightstand, he grabs his glass and sips sweet wine. Laying back on the bed, he fluffs his pillow and sighs. “Ahhh... You may begin, young man. Attend thy master's staff!” His cock flexes as he watches Yuval, a twinkle in his eye and his cock rock hard.\n\t“My pleasure.” He giggles excitedly. Yuval sits in-between his masters fuzzy legs, lays one hand on  the mound of thick pubes, inhales the manly staunch of his sack and teases both balls with the tip of his tongue. He wets each unshaven hair and massages the older mans thighs, focusing on just the sack for now. Both of his testicles fill his small mouth, but he manages to give him the best ball-sucking experience anyone else has given him. His tongue ripples like waves while his lips massage, then he forms circles around one ball before the other. Finally, he pops the sack out of his mouth and licks from the bottom all of the way to the oozy tip of Garallen's dick. He kisses it softly and looks at his teacher, his lover. “I love you, Garallen.”\n\t“And I love you, Yuval. You know that, you understand that I mean that, don't you?” Garallen's face is serious. He runs a hand through the boy's hair, gently tickling the tops of his ears. “You are. . .so important to me. Not just as an apprentice, but as a companion. As my friend and lover.” He chuckles. “Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of your name, you can spell \"Ya, luv.\"? Ya, luv.” He caresses Yuval's cheek. “Yeah, love. I think about that sometimes when I need to clear my head. Yeah, love, Yuval.” He looks down, smiling. “Now you know why some call me mad.”\n\t“I think it's great. Maybe one day you can marry me. I’ll be your permanently young boy husband.” Before Garallen can answer, the young wizard takes all of Garallen's cock into his mouth, deepthroating him slowly and with perfect suction. His left hand glides under his mouth, working as the perfect masturbating technique while sucking him off. The boy looks into his lovers eyes most of the time when blowing him because he knows it drives Garallen crazy to see a young lad going down on him.\n\t“Ahhhh...wonder...ful!” Garallen's eyes flutter as he arches his head back into his pillow. After a moment, he looks down, watching. Yuval sucks his dick slowly, taking his cock deep into his young mouth. Garallen moans again as his sensitive head presses against the back of the boy's throat. Even with his mouth full of the man's cock, Yuval grins, his eyes sparkling with delight, as he savors the taste and feel of long cock in his mouth and throat. The pair stare into each other's eyes, losing themselves in the passion and pleasure of the moment.\n\tBoth of Yuval's hands move up to explore the familiar parts of Garallen's body that he's kissed and licked many times before. He loves how his lover is so much hairier and older, while he's completely hairless all over. His mouth moves faster; still, he's able to take all of it. No matter how tired his mouth gets, he keeps the same amount of suction, intensity and joy in pleasing him.\n\tGarallen's hands massage Yuval's scalp, drifting down to his shoulders and then back again. He begins to twist from side to side, raising his hips uncontrollably as he moans and groans under Yuval's expert attentions. Through experience, the boy can tell that his master is getting close to cumming. His toes curl as his legs twitch. He laughs as he gets close. “You know how to drive me wild, Yuval! You are such sweet torment.”\n\tHis mouth rises to the bell-end, sucking and swirling around the head, but also hitting that sweet spot of his frenulum to drive him overboard. When Garallen moans, he bobs his head back down and continues massaging all over his lover chest hair and pubes. 'So good' He thinks to himself. 'I'm such a lucky boy to have a man like him.'\n\tGarallen begins thrusting his cock up into Yuval's mouth, his hands grip the boy's shoulders. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts as he moans continuously. “I'm going to cum, Yuv....get ready. . .” Yuval grins, hungry to taste his master's seed, to feel its warmth flow into his mouth and down his throat. “Agh! Here it comes, babe!”\n\tYuval moans as he stops halfway down the shaft, milking his lover and licking the tip as it shoots loads of thick, creamy cum into his mouth. He swallows some of it, but savors the rest for as long as he can. Once all is swallowed down, he licks the rest of Garallen's cock clean and giggles. “That was a lot! And really tasty, too. Magical. I'm gonna heal everyone in the outpost tomorrow!”\n\tGarallen closes his eyes and lays back. His chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath and recovers. But his hand never leaves Yuval. Stroking the boy's hair, he relishes the warmth and softness of his lips. “Hehe. I bet you will. You heal me when you do that, that's for certain.” He sighs. “Whew...give me a moment and I can fuck you, if you'd like.”\n\tYuval stands up and pours him another shot. The boy hands it over and flicks his curved erection. “But you'll suck and rim me before you fuck me, right?” He bounces onto the bed and shows off his creamy white cheeks, slapping both of them.\n\tWith a heavy sigh, Garallen frowns. “Well, if I have to...I guess I don't have a choice.” Climbing onto his knees, he slaps Yuval's cheeks. “Right, boy! On your back! Legs up in the air.” The wizard's cock has shrunk slightly, but still remains mostly erect, shining in the candle and lantern light.\n\t“Yes, sir.” He hops around on the bed some more with a finger or two in his mouth before falling on his back. Garallen tickles under his armpits and his sides before the two of them kiss. Their laughter becomes more serious, although they still smile. “You still have that extra jar of grease that we brought along, right? You didn't go around messing with all of the spitboys, have you?”\n\tThe older wizard scoffs. “I am a sorcerer supreme! A wizard wondrous! A magician marvelous!” He leans close, nibbling Yuval's right ear lobe and whispering, “Grease is never more than a quick summoning away.” He boops Yuval on the nose. “And my cock has not strayed from you, dear Yuval! I have looked and admired, but I have touched no other. Although I have some ideas should we desire a second or third boy to join us.” He scowls. “And don't think I haven't noticed you examining the men around here! Do you have any that you'd like to be more friendly with?”\n\tThe older man kisses Yuval, long and deep before the boy can answer. He kisses his way down to Yuval's neck and begins slowly kissing his way down the boy's chest and stomach.\n\t“Well, I think it'd be nice if we could find some friends after the war is over that fit both of our liking. Somewhere around my age or a bit younger.” He teases, licking his lips at Garallen. “We haven't had an orgy in a while. Three months, right? Now those were enchanted times.”\n\tKissing the tips of Yuval's dick, Garallen flicks his tongue along the pee hole. He licks, slowly, down the dickie, kissing the smooth ball sack. “Three months sounds right. So, who would you invite to our orgy? Name names.”\n\tHe sucks Yuval's sack into his mouth, mashing his nose against the boy's dick. The smell and the taste are wonderful, life-affirming. Garallen thinks to himself \"There's nothing like the taste and smell of a boy.\" Carefully, he uses his thumbs to spread Yuval's cheeks, his mouth and tongue working their way into the boy's ass. Closing his eyes, he savors the shudder that runs through the lad as Garallen probes the boy's pink hole with his tongue.\n\tIn-between moans, Yuval speaks to him. “The redheads from Baltheon, River from Aigua... Maybe a bunny anthro? I just realized that all of the boys we've been with are circumcised like us. Think we'll ever have fun with one that's not?” He moans, rubbing both of his soft puffy nipples as Garallen's tongue goes from his puckered hole and back to his three and a half inch dick. “Desdon seemed to be one you really liked. He's two years younger than I am.”\n\t“River is a sweet boy. We will visit him after this war.” He rests his face against his young lover's balls and dick as he speaks. “I'm sure while we're there, we can find an adventurous bunny-boy to join us. I like Desdon. He's funny and bubbly. A boy that cheerful and positive and as cute as he is? If only he had a smidgen of magical aptitude! We can visit him, as well. But right now, there's a hole that needs to be filled and it's time for me to get back to work on that.” He drives his tongue into Yuval's hole, licking, probing, and slurping.\n\tYuval grips the sheets and moans wildly. He closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling that overwhelms him. His small erection moves on its own, no pre-cum or cum to ever spill from his forever pre-pubescent body and cock. He spits a generous amount into his palm and strokes himself firmly. “Ahh, fudge yeah! That feels so great, master!”\n\t“I'm glad you enjoy it!” The wizard climbs to his knees, holding Yuval's legs close to him, kissing his thighs, calves, and ankles. He rests his swollen cock atop the boy's smaller, thinner member. Closing his eyes, he recites a short chant, holding his palm up in front of him. Clear, warm grease appears in his palm, which he spreads on his cock. He smears a finger full around Yuval's hole before presses the head of his cock against the warm hole. Slowly, steadily, he presses his cock into the boy. As his cock enters the tight, warm hole, Garallen nibbles and nip at the boy's feet and toes, tickling and sucking his toes, causing the boys to giggle and laugh even as he moans.\n\t“So big and full in me.” He moans, already sweating and panting. He shivers as the thought of his masters love stick thrusts deeper into him. His hand continues playing with his little dick as he watches Garallen take pleasure in being inside of him. Yuval's feet are small and his toenails are neatly trimmed. Each toe is licked and sucked, including the sole of his feet before they're both placed over his shoulders. He carefully and slowly pushes all of the way in before leaning forward to kiss his bottom, chest hair against smooth skin.\n\tOne kiss leads to another. Once tongues are involved, they become inseparable. They hold each other as close as possible as Garallen smoothly pumps into him with ease. Even though his body is small, Yuval has had much practice and has now been able to take all of his lovers cock without any pain at all.\n\tGarallen loses himself in the feeling of Yuval's tightness. They've been lovers for years, the boy's unaging body frozen at the time of greatest beauty. They've learned each other's body, learned how best to take and give pleasure simultaneously. And Yuval takes great pleasure in being fucked. Staring down at his face, Garallen marvels at the sheer bliss written in his eyes, on his mouth. Bliss expressed in every moan and grunt, every whimper of overwhelming ecstasy. “Shall I fill you, Yuv? Or spray you?”\n\t“Fill me.” He answers. Just as quickly as the words come out of his mouth, Garallen kisses him again. Yuval moans and closes his eyes, squeezing the sheets tighter. The older and experienced wizard pumps faster and lays one hand over the boys heart, right where onto his tattoo. It remains a reminder to him of the boy he feels he must protect at all costs. \n\t“Unnhhh, unnhhh!!!” Yuval stops stroking himself and trails his hand along Garallen's chest. His dry cum makes the wizards thrusts and pumps all the more extreme and pleasurable.\n\tThe pair moan and gyrate together. Yuval's leg wrap around Garallen's waist as the wizard slams his cock home. Garallen watches Yuval's face as his own orgasm builds and reaches its peak. His cock swells and his balls clench, his whole body shivers and trembles as he reaches the height of his orgasm. His seed explodes into the boy beneath him. Cum pumps deep into Yuval, filling him with his lover's essence. The heat, the sense of fullness are almost overwhelming to the boy. Garallen grunts and groans as a half dozen steams of cum are shot into the waiting and eager ass. Garallen's thrusts become shorter, more jerky and finally subside altogether. He slumps down atop his lover, breathing hard and pecking Yuval's cheeks with light kisses. “Well. . .that was enjoyable.”\n\t“More than enjoyable. It was the best.” He answers. Yuval takes the back of Garallen's neck and pulls him in for another kiss. The two of them wrestle around and cuddle on the bed, eventually pulling up the sheets and settling into each other. The young lad is the first to fall asleep. Once he does, the wizard feels along the boys tattoo and thinks deeply about the coming days. He wonders how much of a danger his previous student, Delano, might end up being.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>The Battle for E&rsquo;hbel<br />By DamiJon<br />Chapter Fifteen <br /><br />P.S More battles, and two sex scenes. The calm and the storm before the much bigger storm.<br /><br />\tFurther away, the two young Cruiberg dark mages remain in their bedroom and try to find a sense of calm with a coming battle headed their way. Petrick looks down at his brothers table and examines the various jars of herbs lay out on it. &ldquo;Father doesn&#039;t know if we&#039;ll be fighting tomorrow or not. Apparently, all three of the smaller outposts are planning to combine and attack again before we move in. The camp is getting agitated. They&#039;re ready to taste blood, but Jeremy is patient.&rdquo; He sits down on the side of the bed in a black cloak and rubs his brothers hands. &ldquo;Are you alright? You&#039;ve been quiet today.&rdquo;<br />\tElric looks at his brother with his unseeing eyes. He gives a slight shrug. &ldquo;I feel a little uneasy. I&#039;m worried for you and Father. Please promise me that you&#039;ll be careful. They may have more magical power on their side than we expect.&rdquo; He holds Petricks hands in his. &ldquo;I don&#039;t know what I would do if something happened to you, Pet. No one knows me as well as you do, not even Father. And the things we do together...&rdquo; His hand slides on to Petrick&#039;s thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. &ldquo;I don&#039;t think I could ever trust someone else like I do you.&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick blushes and runs his hand up his brothers thigh. The younger boy feels his cold rings against his skin. All three of them were taken from great enemies he had defeated. The first, which has a brown eye painted in it, was taken from the man who killed their mother. She wasn&#039;t a dark mage, but had no issues being married to Epirael and helping him with his work. She was captured with ten others while on a long trip to gather magic water from a lake outside of Cruiberg by Harathi forces and murdered. When this was found, the older dark mage was able to uncover who had done it. Instead of finding revenge himself, he allowed his son to take on the mission alone. The second and third come from this very battle. He also has a necklace, which was given to him by his brother years ago.<br />\t&ldquo;Sorry. I&#039;ll take these off.&rdquo; He says softly, removing the rings and putting them on the table before laying down with his brother. The two of them cuddle closer and kiss. &ldquo;What matters most to me is protecting you and finding a way to heal you. Nothing else.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Heal me?&rdquo; For a moment, Elric is confused. It dawns on him what his brother means. He giggles as he settles into his older brother&#039;s arms and kisses him deeply. &ldquo;My eyes are fine. I don&#039;t know what I would do if I could see. Everything would probably frighten me.&rdquo; He grinds himself against Petrick. &ldquo;Besides, you might be ugly! That would ruin all of our fun.&rdquo; His hand runs down to Petrick&#039;s crotch. He squeezes his brother&#039;s cock through his clothing. &ldquo;Should we? Do you want to?&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick nods his head, but then remembers that his brother wouldn&#039;t notice. &ldquo;Mhm. I&#039;d like to, of course. I promise I&#039;m not ugly, nor are you.&rdquo; He pulls off his robe, then his undergarments before helping Elric out of his shirt. &ldquo;You&#039;d be able to protect yourself better if you could see. But enough of that talk.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Yes. Enough talk.&rdquo; Elric strips. He yawns and stretches, letting Petrick get a good view of his body. His smooth skin, tight and firm, his ribs and hip bone visible. His armpits and pubis hairless. &ldquo;I want you to pee in my mouth...&rdquo; Scooting back on the bed, he lies on his side. Propping his head on his hand, he raises his top leg high.&nbsp;&nbsp;His mouth opens wide and his tongue flicks out playfully. &ldquo;Petrick.&rdquo; He whines. &ldquo;I need your cock.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Gods... You&#039;re gorgeous.&rdquo; Petrick says. He scoots closer and strokes his erect three inches, pulls back the skin and lets his brother kiss and lick all over the head before pushing it in. His cock jolts in excitement as it&#039;s teased and licked. &ldquo;I&#039;ll give you some in a minute. Does lil bro want to fuck me tonight? Is he &#039;up&#039; for it?&rdquo; He takes the back of Elric&#039;s head and begins thrusting into his mouth slowly.<br />\tThe younger brother slowly works his tongue over Petrick&#039;s head, letting his brother fuck his mouth slowly. He nods his head, slapping his own ass cheeks. HIs hand slides from his ass to his cock, stroking himself in time as he sucks Petrick. He moans happily, hungrily devouring his big brother&#039;s dick. &ldquo;I like your dick because I can suck it all day and not feel tired. With Dad, his dick is so big my jaw hurts after a while.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Yeah? For some reason I feel like you&#039;re going to be just as big as him.&rdquo; He teases, continuing to rub his hands through his brothers hair and happily moan. After a few minutes of head, Elric sits up and the two of them frot their cocks together as they kiss. Both of them fall back and cuddle in the sheets in laughter. Petrick finds his favorite jar, which is half-full of grease and hands it over to his brother. &ldquo;How do you want me tonight?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Over easy with fried potatoes!&rdquo; Elric laughs. His hand reaches out and finding his brother, tweaks his nipple. He climbs onto his knees. &ldquo;On your hands and knees, I think. You can be my bitch in heat tonight.&rdquo; He carefully opens the jar, taking two fingers of grease and massaging it onto his cock. &ldquo;It&#039;s so cold!&rdquo; He shivers. &ldquo;On your knees, bitch! And back up til I feel you.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Wait a sec!&rdquo; He jumps off of the bed and almost laughs at his impatient brother. Petrick attaches a leather dog collar to his neck and gets on doggy position, moving himself back until he can feel his brothers dick against his butt cheeks. A chain lays unused on the sheets for his brother to pull on. &ldquo;Ok, ok. Give it all you got, bro.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;What did you do?&rdquo; He rubs his hands over Petrick&#039;s ass cheeks, getting a feel for his brother&#039;s position. Holding one hand with his thumb on Pet&#039;s hole, he grabs the jar. Dunking his index finger into the grease, he sets the jar aside and carefully sticks his finger into his brother. He patiently works the grease around, sliding his finger in as deeply as he can and the finger fucking his brother as quickly as he can for a few moments. &ldquo;You feel ready.&rdquo; He grabs his brother&#039;s hips and pushes his cock inside of Petrick. Elric moans loudly as his cock head forces it&#039;s way past the tight rim of his brother. &ldquo;Oh, yes, Pet. You&#039;re such a good bitch...&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;The chain... Use it like I&#039;m your dog.&rdquo; Pet moans and digs his face into the pillow. His younger brothers much larger cock floods him with pleasure and closeness. Elric eventually finds the chain and pulls his brother up, forcing him into a kiss as he continues pumping into him. He falls back into doggy style position and his brother kisses all over his back as he fucks him carefully, softly at first. &ldquo;You must really like the way it feels since you&#039;re going so slow.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I&#039;ve always liked the way your ass feels on my dick, Petrick.&rdquo; He shrugs. &ldquo;I like going slow. I don&#039;t want to cum too quick. I&#039;d rather fuck you for good long time then fuck you for five minute, cum, and fall asleep! Ungh... Where&#039;s the fun in that.&rdquo; He leans forward, kissing his brother&#039;s back as he pulls back on the chain. &ldquo;Besides, don&#039;t you like my dick in you? Don&#039;t you want me to fuck you forever?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I love it more than anything. I love you more than anything.&rdquo; He answers. Petrick begins moving into the rhythm to speed up the pace, but stops when he feels his brother trembling and too excited. His untouched erection drips with pre-cum as he feels his prostate being brushed.<br />\t&ldquo;Mmm....&rdquo; Elric moans as he pants with the effort of fucking his big brother. &ldquo;Ungh....are you going to fuck me?&rdquo; He begins slamming his cock home with a bit more force, driving it the last portion of his thrusts, slapping their bodies together. He pulls on the leash, jerking back as his cock makes its deepest penetration. Without warning, he slaps Petrick&#039;s right cheek, leaving a stinging welt. He slaps again as he thrusts. &ldquo;I&#039;m getting close.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Me too, bro.&rdquo; He puts one hand over the purple head of his dick as it swells and begs for release. His seed sprays into it, which is thin and clear, but there&#039;s more than enough of it for the two of them to enjoy. &ldquo;Fuck yeah! Give it to me bro!&rdquo; He looks behind him as his brother pounds away with closed eyes.<br />\t&ldquo;Ungh....ooo...kay!&rdquo; He pulls back hard on the chain as he slams his cock home as hard as he can. A few strokes like that and his ball explode, driving his small load deep into his grateful brother. Elric gasps and trembles as he empties himself into Petrick. Letting go of the leash, he pushes his brother onto his stomach and lays on top of him for a few minutes, his face nestled into Petrick&#039;s neck. &ldquo;I love you, Pet.&rdquo;<br />\tPetrick opens his fist and pours his cum into his brothers mouth. They kiss and trade it while he rubs the wet hand against his brothers smooth pale chest. &ldquo;I love you so much. You have no idea what I&#039;d do to protect you.&rdquo; He kisses his boyfriends neck, nipples, belly button and then cuddles back up with him. &ldquo;We should get some rest. We&#039;ll need it for when we&#039;re needed.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You&#039;re right.&rdquo; Elric cuddles up with his big brother. Pulling his legs up, he rests his head on his brother&#039;s chest, listening to his heartbeat as he drifts off to slumber. &ldquo;I love sleeping with you after we do it...&rdquo; The younger boy&#039;s voice is heavy with sleep and soon, his deep regular breathing signals that he&#039;s drifted off.<br /><br />\tAs the two dark mages slip off to sleep, one of the outposts is still on the march to meet up with a second group. The other outposts, including the one they&#039;re at, enjoy their much needed rest in preparation for the next attack, which allows them to stay healthy and well fed, while the Harathi forces are in a constant state of having to fix something. <br />\tAldan wakes up his men early and has everyone gather to the cemetery, in which fresh graves have been dug. Other soldiers stand by and say their goodbyes, while some are busy digging holes and carrying heavy stones to be carved into for names. The Raider&#039;s take their time to speak about those they&#039;ve lost and pray for them.<br />\tSlowly, the rest of the army awakens and begins training as they wait for their orders from their lieutenants, sergeant&#039;s and commanders. The King and commander Steele come to an agreement on the attack and waste no time and laying it out to the rest of the men. Ronan decides to have Aldan fight and lead his men in battle instead of staying behind to give him advice. Instead, he decides to take in the wise words of Garallen.<br />\tThe middle-aged wizard opens a letter while sitting across from the King and passes it along to his apprentice. &ldquo;One of my students will be arriving tomorrow to give me details on who will assist me in defense of E&#039;hbel if there is to be a final attack there. They&#039;ll most likely want to fight, too.&rdquo; Garallen sighs. &ldquo;He&#039;s a very prideful wizard that seems to remind me of your commander Steele.&rdquo;<br />\tYuval examines his masters expression and figures there&#039;s something about this student that he&#039;s worried about. &ldquo;How many students have you proposed to join with us?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Sixty.&rdquo; He answers. &ldquo;I figure only half of them will respond. There&#039;s more than sixty students, but the others are across the world and some of them are already busy with... Things.&rdquo; He watches himself in front of the King.<br />\tAs the sun battles through the clouds, its weak rays bathing the battlefield in shafts of the bright light of dawn, the armies stir. Sentries watch across the field as fires are lit and men, women, and animal are fed and made ready. Steam rises from the churned turf between the armies. Mounted couriers carry orders to commanders and subcommanders, riding at breakneck speed behind the lines.<br />\tUsing Nellyn&#039;s reports, the E&#039;Hbel Demons and Jaeger&#039;s Raiders move out with the mounted troops of Captain Beyers. The demons move fast on their own, needing no horses to keep up. Aldan&#039;s people ride behind Beyer&#039;s men. If they get stuck into a fight,&nbsp;&nbsp;Aldan&#039;s men fight better on foot than on horse. It circumstances allow, they&#039;ll dismount and support Beyer&#039;s men.<br />\tIt&#039;s a risky stratagem, Mixing units that haven&#039;t trained or fought together. But it&#039;s the only way to augment the King&#039;s horsed troops without having to argue with Lord Steele. His horsed troops remain in reserve, the Lord dead set on their role of supporting his infantry.<br />\tCaptain Beyers, a younger soldier barely into his mid 20s, waits with his men. He takes a moment with Nellyn and Aldan before the combined force moves out. &ldquo;I&#039;m glad to have you with us, Captain Jaeger, Captain Nellyn. My men will take lead, Captain Nellyn, can your people screen our flanks?&rdquo;<br />\tNellyn nods. &ldquo;It&#039;s just Nellyn. And yes, we can. Until you move into a full charge, we should be able to keep up. We&#039;ll support you as bet we can.&rdquo;<br />\tBeyers nods. &ldquo;Captain Jaeger, follow along with us. You&#039;ll be our second wave. My men and I will get stuck in, pin down the Cruiberg. You and yours move in and finish them. It&#039;s simple and basic. If we have time, we can refine the plans depending on what we find. Let&#039;s move out.&rdquo;<br />\tThe Raiders follow suit with Beyer&#039;s and Nellyn&#039;s men and feel blessed to know their in good, trusted hands. Some worry that being too close to Steele would have them forced into a pointless fight to the death or would have the Cruiberg&#039;s take them down easier. But Aldan has no interest in letting them have what they want and pick them off like they did the night before.<br />\tYthl casts a spell that forms pixie dust into a collection of fairies that scout out any Cruiberg&#039;s near them. While it&#039;s costly due to the fact that he has none left now, he prefers it over using his anthro ability so that he can still remain useful to his friends and the army. Milvik calculates the weather at hand, which has no chance of rain for the rest of the day, but conditions tomorrow seem to be in his favor. The only issue is finding a way to have enough power to manipulate it.<br />\tThe combined force moves out. Using trees to screen their moves from the larger Cruiberg force, they ride for a likely mustering point for the Cruiberg outposts. With luck, they&#039;ll find the first outpost&#039;s men waiting and be able to deal with them before they meet up with forces from the other outposts. If luck is not with the demons and Harathi troops...&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />\tAn hour&#039;s hard ride, always keeping woodland or hills between the main battlefield and themselves, Ythl&#039;s faeries spy the enemy. Several Cruiberg are standing watch, some of them guarding the approaches that Ythl and his friends will be using in their attack.<br />\tThe larger Cruiberg force is waiting. Most of the men are dismounted, resting their horses while they await the arrival of their fellows. The faeries fly high at Ythl&#039;s direction, seeking some sign of the reinforcements. Ythl&#039;s heart sinks as he &quot;sees&quot; the second force, close at hand. The wizard gains the attention of Aldan and Captain Beyers. As they huddle, Nellyn joins them.<br />\t&ldquo;Here.&rdquo; Ythl points to a map hastily rolled out against the side of an impatient stallion. &ldquo;They&#039;re mostly on foot, waiting for the others to join them. Maybe one hundred men?&rdquo; The three captains nod. Ythl wipes his mouth before continuing. &ldquo;I can see a second force moving towards them here.&rdquo; He points at the map. &ldquo;They&#039;re no more than an hour away. And a third force is here, maybe a few minutes later. Within an hour and a half, all three will converge and become one!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;If we move now, we can hit the first group before the others arrive, but only just. If we&#039;re quick with our blood letting, if the gods are with us, we can deal with them and still have a moment to reform before engaging the second group.&rdquo; Beyers points emphatically at the map. &ldquo;But we have to move now and move fast.&rdquo; Aldan and Nellyn nod. &ldquo;Good. I&#039;ll take my men and ride ahead. Follow on as fast as you can.&rdquo; He extends a hand to Aldan and Nellyn, shaking their hands firmly. &ldquo;Don&#039;t dawdle. They won&#039;t be expecting you, which is good for us. But I&#039;ll be outnumbered until you arrive, Nellyn.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I understand. We&#039;ll be hot on your heels, Beyers. Have no worry on that account.&rdquo; Nellyn reassures him. <br />\tThe young officer smiles and salutes as he clambers astride his mount. &ldquo;For Ronan!&rdquo; He rides to the front of their formation and calls for his men to follow. They move off in a fast gallop. <br />\tNellyn bow his head towards Aldan and Ythl. He whistles a short series of sounds. He and his demons move off at a run. They move with a grace and ease that is beautiful, though their eyes and countenance speak naught but death. <br />\tAldan mounts up and he and his men ride off. Their horses aren&#039;t as fast as the regular cavalry, and his men are not trained horsemen. They do the best they can but soon loose sight of even the demons. He mutters to himself. &ldquo;This could be a disaster! Gods help us through this madness.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;The chaos we&#039;re about to put ourselves in...&rdquo; Milvik mutters under his breath to his lover. &ldquo;I just want to let you know that I love you no matter what.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;ll have each others backs.&rdquo; Alec replies, a half-smile on his face.<br />\tDrew and Aizen use hand signals to signal what kind of attacks they can attempt to use when they come in contact. They feel a bit of relief that other demons will be with them, but also know that fire power isn&#039;t always enough.<br />\tThe main fighters of Aldan&#039;s group conserve loudly for a brief few minutes before dropping to silence. They remain focused on the task at hand - kill as many as possible as fast as possible, move back, then go in again.<br />\tFurther away, the Cruiberg commander Varon stands with another dark mage among a stack of dead bodies of his own men from the previous night that have been marked for resurrection. The older and more experienced leads the chant and ritual spells, while Varon speaks the written word that&#039;s&nbsp;&nbsp;been handed to him when he&#039;s signaled to do so. Slowly, the corpses begin to rot down to their bones - and their bones turn to stone as strong as any normal sword. They rise from a heaping mess of organs and blood with no mind or memory of their previous selves. All they know is to obey.<br />\t&ldquo;Right. Then the fifteen of you will ride in front of me.&rdquo; Varon smirks and climbs on top of his horse. &ldquo;Let&#039;s head out!&rdquo;<br />\tCaptain Beyers and his troops ride hard and fast. The Cruiberg sentries have a moment to sound their alarm before they are ridden down. The Harathi do not hesitate and their young commander leads them in a full charge into the heart of the Cruiberg camp. Spears and javelins are hurled into the disorganized Cruiberg, then swords are drawn. <br />\tThe first moments of the battle go well for Beyers and his men. Though they didn&#039;t achieve surprise, they clearly had the momentum on their side. They hack and stab, inflicting great damage before the Cruiberg can organize themselves and respond.<br />\tOnce the enemy gathers their wits, their superior numbers begin to tell. Cruiberg on foot gather into tight knots, beating off the mounted attack now that it has lost some of its speed and momentum. Cruiberg not in direct combat are able to mount up and gather in numbers to counter attack.<br />\tThe counter attack is methodical as the Cruiberg slowly begin to surround and envelop the Harathi horsemen. The barbarian warriors concentrate on isolating small groups of Harathi and individual Harathi which are overwhelmed more easily and killed. Captain Beyers shouts and he and the men closest to him try to keep their formation together. The tide of battle is turning against the young Captain, who stands in his stirrups, desperately watching for the demons. <br />\tIn the distance, just beyond the chaotic mass of men and beasts, he spies a&nbsp;&nbsp;white flash. The long hair of Nellyn as he bursts from the forest. His demons follow at hand. They cry out their war cry.<br />\t&ldquo;Here we go.&rdquo; Drew says, shaking with fearful excitement. They&#039;re heading right into the center of a massive battle with little chance of survival if they make any mistakes. The group stares up as they see the forest brighten with fire and the screams of Cruiberg soldiers.<br />\tNellyn and his demons focus on using their swords rather than their flames, believing they should only do so when they&#039;re in grave danger. There&#039;s no way of knowing how long they&#039;ll have to fight today and using up all of their fire power too soon would lead to a quick death.<br />\tAlmost simulatenously, Steele and the King&#039;s forces fall into the trap set forth uphill by the mounted forces. He stares up at a hundred or so horsed men that immediately rain down poisoned arrows and gigantic spears on them. He calls for shields and they&#039;re able to defend themselves fast enough, but their shields are gravely damaged now. Grave fear attacks him momentarily before he looks back at his men and calls for them to attack.<br />\tThe Cruiberg lieutenant uphill is quick to notice that some of his groups haven&#039;t met up with him yet, which is a signal to him that something has gone wrong. He ignores it and decides that its a petty loss compared to the damage they&#039;re about to inflict. \tThe demons all move fast. They can run faster than a human, almost as fast as a horse. They fight fast, swinging long blades, slender and elegant. And these demons have fought since the beginning of the war. They&#039;ve survived dozens of battles, large and small. They&#039;re the survivors of the Army of E&#039;hbel. Lead by their commander, Nellyn Potok, formerly Nellyn the White, after his bright white hair.<br />\tThe demons tears into the Cruiberg. They slash, stab, and chop, hacking down warriors twice their size. Twenty of them fight like fifty. Their tactics have been refined and honed. Groups of three and four demons move as one, their weapons flashing out in every direction, leaving dead and dying Cruiberg in their wake. Except for Nellyn.<br />\tTheir commander fights alone. He moves towards the largest warrior he can see. His blade dances through the air, severing limbs and spraying blood across the field. For some weeks he has not been Nellyn the White. His men call him Nellyn the Red. After battles, he is drenched in the blood of his enemies. It drips from his blade, his hands. It soaks his clothes and stains his white hair pink and red. Nellyn the Red his demons call him.<br />\tThe Cruiberg waver and falter in the wake of the demon assault. Having weathered Beyers&#039; attack, their confidence was high. Surrounding his men and beginning to whittle them down, they sense the battle turning in their favor. But then the demons came. Their howls of rage and bloodlust shake the Cruiberg. And the demons are led by the stuff of nightmares. The demon leader the Cruiberg call &quot;The White Reaper&quot;. And reap he does, killing a dozen as he fight his way to Captain Beyers.<br />\tIt is the Cruiberg who waver, who falter. The Harathi and demons who taste victory. Until the horn sounds.<br />\tThe horn of a Cruiberg charge. The second outpost has arrived. Barely in time to save their fellows. Seeing the carnage, they do not hesitate. Their commander orders charge and without hesitation, her men obey. This new force charges into the battle. Demons and Harathi are forced to defend themselves against this new, fresh force. The small groups of three and four demons, none have fallen thus far, join with groups of Harathi that fight from horseback and afoot. Some having lost their mounts, other&#039;s having been forcibly dismounted.<br />\tIsolated soldiers are quickly overwhelmed and hacked to bits. The Cruiberg fling their body parts at the knots of their fellows. These vicious new warriors, formerly serving Rakshahas, make a show of their cruelty. Drinking the fresh blood of the dead, ripping and eating their flesh, before hurling severed arms, legs, heads at the surviving Harathi.<br />\tThe arrival of the third outpost seems to seal the doom of the Harathi and the demons. Captain Beyers is wounded, knocked from his horse. Only the speed of the White Reaper saves him and he fights side by side with Nellyn.<br />\tAldan sees the battle as he leads his men. He drops from his horse into a run. He calls back over his shoulder. &ldquo;Ythl, Milvik! Let those bastards know we&#039;re here!&rdquo;<br />\tHolt, Tomas, Brady. . .Aldan and his men charge forward as their wizards summon forth their eldritch powers.<br />\t&ldquo;Dammit. I&#039;m fucking useless with this weather!&rdquo; Milvik yells at Tomas. He grits his teeth and tries to hold his anger back. The younger wizard shakes his head and helps him to his knees.<br />\t&ldquo;Calm your mind. I&#039;ll use some of your strength for this one.&rdquo; He responds. Ythl&#039;s boyfriend and three other soldiers protect them as they become the focus point of an attack. Alec joins in with them and looks back momentarily to see his own lover radiating with light. The Aiguan wizard begins chanting and turning his staff in a spiral motion. The wet mud rumbles and steams, grass thrives and flowers bloom, but most of all, the roots of trees and various plants rise from out of the ground with sharp thorns and the taste for blood. They seek to attack those that disturb their tranquility with war.<br />\tAs Aldan&#039;s wizard and mage prepare their special attack, Cruiberg&#039;s commander of darkness has his forces sweep in and shred through the Harathi cavalry. Steele is forced to call his men back until the enemy is forced to engage down hill. By that point, he&#039;s able to have his men form a strong shield wall that moves forth with strength and dignity. Cruiberg attacks and pushes through, but victory is not certain. Instead, the Harathi fight with all of their heart and might. Jason Steele and his right hand man lead the attack and show off their own brutality that easily matches that of the Cruiberg&#039;s.<br />\tWay uphill, Varon observes the battle and calculates which groups are missing from the battle. He rushes to the first lieutenant on duty and rages for answers. &ldquo;Where&#039;s your fourth squad? No, where&#039;s the fourth through sixth? &ldquo;<br />\t&ldquo;They didn&#039;t make it, sir.&rdquo; He replies quickly, his eyes bulged in shock and fear. &ldquo;They must have been tracked down and killed!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Bastard idiot! Something as small as that could easily be the end of us.&rdquo; He spits in his face and throws him down from his horse before galloping with horse back to his small group of undead warriors. They face him with no expression, although their naked skeleton bodies are disturbing even to Cruiberg eyes. All he has to do is glare at them and they understand his orders. The fifteen undead soldiers move out and towards where the missing groups would have been.<br />\tVaron holds the image in his mind. A clearing, Where he met and gave orders personally to the Cruiberg captain in charge of the of the fourth outpost. His Bone Guard see the same place and know the route. They march, pushing their way through any obstacle they can and going around any impediment they cannot go through. The Cruiberg soldiers, men and women, on foot and horsed, know to give these Bone Guard a wide berth. They travel at the order of a Dark Mage...and no Cruiberg soldier wishes to cross one of them.<br />\tAt the clearing pictured so clearly in Varon&#039;s mind, the commanders of the three Cruiberg outposts huddle together. Their men are fighting well and the Harathi and their demon allies are outnumbered. Still, it is a close battle and the three confer in hopes of finding some stratagem for victory.<br />\t&ldquo;Gods eyes, you&#039;re late but thank the gods you&#039;re here now!&rdquo; Horace, commander of the Jeremy&#039;s 4th Outriders, is cut and bleeding from one arm. His axe is bloody as he points to a knot of Harathi horsemen. &ldquo;That&#039;s their commander. Kill him and they&#039;ll fold like the scum always do.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Aye. My men and I will push for him.&rdquo; He looks young. &ldquo;Shouldn&#039;t be a problem.&rdquo; Angus, commander of the 6th Outriders grins and winks at Horace. &ldquo;Surprise he&#039;s giving you such trouble, Horace. Gone soft, have you?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Fuck you, Angus!&rdquo; Horace angrily retorts. &ldquo;He wasn&#039;t no trouble at all. It&#039;s the damned demons what slowed us down.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;There&#039;s also that one. He seems to be leading the Harathi infantry.&rdquo; Ivor points at Aldan. The Harathi captain is cleaving his way towards the young Harathi cavalry leader. &ldquo;That could be Aldan Jaeger himself, by the size of him and the way he fights.&rdquo; His eyes gleam. &ldquo;By gods, if it is and we capture him, King Jeremy will reward us with riches and slaves beyond our dreams! I&#039;ll lead my men against him!&rdquo; He draws his sword and a small axe and rallies his men before charging towards Aldan. &ldquo;For Jeremy! For Cruiberg!&rdquo;<br />\tThe three captains gather their men and launch their final assault to overwhelm the Harathi and carry the day. They slash and cut their way towards Aldan and Beyers hoping to keep the pair from joining forces. They are too slow, however.<br />\tAldan slashes through a Cruiberg spearwoman&#039;s throat as she stabs for him. He deflects the blow with his shield, leaving her gurgling on the ground in his wake. Fighting beside him, Holt and Nellyn, flash and dodge. They are each much faster than Aldan, but he&#039;s more experienced. The three of them, with the odd Harathi soldier or demon with them, reach the cluster of horsed troops. Captain Beyers, wounded and bleeding from one arm and one leg, smiles.<br />\t&ldquo;About time. Thought we were going to have to win this all by our lonesome!&rdquo; He coughs. Specks of blood stain his lips and his smile turns to a grimace. &ldquo;We don&#039;t want that much glory. Weighs us down. You&#039;ll help us carry it, won&#039;t you?&rdquo; The young man spasms in pain and falls to one knee, coughing again. More blood streaks his lips and chin. &ldquo;You wouldn&#039;t happen to have a healer with you, would you?&rdquo;<br />\tAizen taps the back of Beyers shoulder and smiles as he opens his bag of herbs and potions. &ldquo;You&#039;re in luck. Drew! Cover me.&rdquo; He looks up at his friend, who kneels down and slowly forms a shield of hot fire around them, which disintegrates three Cruiberg&#039;s that run right into it. The shield turns to smoke, which he then transforms into specs of fire that rain down on others. Two other demons join by his side with swords.<br />\tYthl uses his friends energy to complete one of his more powerful and tiresome enchantment spells. The tables turn just as it seems that the Cruiberg are about to swarm in like an infestation and kill them all. Below the soldiers feet, the earth rumbles and quakes. A strange and massive man made of roots, mud, wood and stone rises from out of the ground and lets out a menacing roar that can be heard from miles away. It stomps two men standing beside it into a flattened mess of gore, then throws its arm out to the side to launch a dozen away from it.<br />\t&ldquo;No, no, I still need you!&rdquo; Milvik grasps his friend and drags him over to a tree. The young wizard pants in exhaustion, instantly showing signs of fatigue and exhaustion. He looks over to Aizen and whistles, but the demon isn&#039;t complete just yet.<br />\t&ldquo;We&#039;ll protect you until Aizen&#039;s ready for him.&rdquo; Alec says, approaching with other soldiers.<br />\tThe sound of Ythl&#039;s Earth Guardian stills the battlefield for a moment as all eyes turn towards the beast. The pause is fleeting and the Cruiberg quickly recover themselves. They renew their attack, fighting for survival as much as for victory.<br />\tExhausted men and women fight savagely in bloody hand to hand combat. The pace of the battle slows as arms and legs burn from the sheer effort of fighting and staying alive. Where in the first minutes of battle, adrenalin and excitement drove the warriors to swing and parry as quickly as they could, exhaustion now robs them of speed. Warriors circle each other, their weapons dipping, seemingly pounds heavier than just minutes ago. Dart and thrust is replaced with grunt and cleave, a slow dance of death.<br />\tExcept for the demons and their commander. Nellyn still moves like a dancer. Graceful, fluid, fast. He&#039;s covered with sweat and grime, blood that is not his own. He kills Cruiberg with a ruthless efficiency, when they come close to him. He stays near Captain Beyers and Aizen, protecting them. Holt, too, still moves fast, although the elf pants with exertion, covered with sweat as well. He&#039;s a touch slower now than he was at the outset.<br />\tAldan fights on. Sheer will drives his muscles as they screams and burn. Hatred, still, drives his blows. He still sees the bodies of his wife and children. And he still hungers to make Jeremy&#039;s men pay those deaths.<br />\tWithin just fifteen minutes, the giant Earth beast has helped them kill off more than half of the groups they&#039;re engaging. Although it seems as if victory is now certain, it only takes a minute for disaster to hit. The smiles of demons and Harathi are met with shock as they witness four skeletons jump on top of the beast and slash their way through the thick and thousand pound creatures limbs. As strong as it might be, it stupidly falls apart and tries to toss them off without knowing how to fight against such an enemy. Ythl&#039;s beast crumbles back into the Earth, its corpse immediately transforming into a garden of blooming roses.<br />\tBy peer luck or fate, Tomas is the quickest to spot the leader of the skeletons, whom launches a javelin right at Aldan while the commander is looking away. He&#039;s able to time the throwing of a short blade just right so that it knocks the javelin from hitting its target. &ldquo;Aldan! Behind you!&rdquo; But as soon as he calls out, he&#039;s surrounded by three of them.<br />\tHolt steps back from the two that move closer to them. He tries to measure the monsters at hand. Their bones are hard enough to break normal swords and they move at incredible speed. &ldquo;Disarming them would be one thing, but how can he destroy something that might break his own weapon?&rdquo;<br />\tSome of the demons attempt to use their fire, but it&#039;s of no use. They look to their leader for advice, hoping that Nellyn has a plan up his sleeve.<br />\tNellyn realizes the peril posed by the Bone Guard. He&#039;s fought them before, losing more friends than he cares to remember just now. He turns to Aldan. &ldquo;Your wizards need to deal with the bones! Your swords will do nothing to them.&rdquo; With Aldan nodding that he understands, Nellyn moves into the Cruiberg soldiers, determined to finish them before the bones can turn the day against his demons and their allies.<br />\tHolt moves to fight near Tomas. The pair concentrate on avoiding the blows of the boned monstrosities. On keeping them occupied, chasing after the elf and young human, rather than cleaving through their allies. They are able to draw the creature&#039;s attentions and avoid their blows, all the while trusting that Milvik and Ythl can pull something from their sleeves to defeat this threat.<br />\tThe Cruiberg commanders desperately pounce at Aldan as he is distracted by the bone beasts. Horace and Angus attack low, with Ivor trying to slip through and knock the Harathi unconscious.<br />\tAldan dodges Horace&#039;s swing, blocks Angus with his shield and plunges his sword deep into Ivor&#039;s chest. The Cruiebrg looks at Aldan, shock registering on his face, his eyes wide in the split second before spitting up a gout of steaming, red blood. Aldan spins, slicing his sword into Angus&#039; ribs, feeling the blade cutting deep and shattering bone. He faces Horace and the Cruiberg meets Aldan&#039;s gaze with a steady glare.<br />\tFrom Horace&#039;s left eye, the tip of a sword appears. As the Cruiberg falls to the ground, Captain Beyers spits a wad of phlegm and blood. He smiles and falls back into Aizen&#039;s arms, coughing as the demon settles him to the ground.<br />\t&ldquo;You have to leave me, Aizen.&rdquo; Beyers pushes him away from him as he attempts to hold himself up with his sword. &ldquo;You&#039;ve done all you can, but the only ones that can get us out of this are the magic ones.&rdquo;<br />\tAizen grunts and wishes there were some way he could fix his wounds, but he knows that they&#039;ll all be dead if he can&#039;t help Ythl. &ldquo;I&#039;m sorry.&rdquo; He sprints back, immediately taking out his trusted dagger to jump above and slash the throats of two Cruiberg soldiers that block his path to the wizard and mage. Evie joins him just in time. She opens her bag, mixing various herbs into a potion jar halfway full of water. Aizen covers it over his mouth, warms it with his hands and says a prayer that allows the magic to take form. He quickly pops off the cap and forces it into Ythl&#039;s mouth. &ldquo;Three more like that and he should be building up his strength. But we need more time.&rdquo;<br />\tDrew looks over the battlefield as the strange skeleton warriors begin overpowering his friends. They can block each attack, but defense means nothing if you can&#039;t use offense. One of the creatures lands down from a tree and almost slashes him in half, but he blocks it with the sword Aldan gave him this morning right in the nick of time. Drew tries blocking again, but his sword is knocked out of his hand. A sense of foreboding fear overtakes him as he imagines dying for the second time in front of his lover. The skeleton&#039;s sword extends towards him in attempt to pierce his heart. All of his training with Nellyn returns to him as he parries in a speedy fashion and dances to the opposite side in one swift move. Facing the back of the skeleton, Drew presses his left palm against the creatures back and releases a blast as hot as magma from out of his hand. The attack knocks down several trees and melts some of the Cruiberg dead standing near them. Many of the Harathi turn their heads immediately and witness as the skeleton crumbles in half and to the ground.<br />\t&ldquo;Drew&#039;s fire...&rdquo; Nellyn thinks to himself as he blocks attack after attack. &ldquo;No, that was like magma from the deepest depths of the planet. Must it be the dragons blood in him that caused such a blow?&rdquo;<br />\tSeemingly frustrated, three more of the skeletons rush in to attack Drew. His hands ignite with flames as he prepares to face them alone. The closer they come towards him the more he seems to physically change. His hands form long fingers and dragon claws, scales form on his arms, his feline tail also becomes much larger and scaled. He sprints towards them and matches Nellyn&#039;s speed as he uses his hands to block each attack and punch the zombie-skeletons back and away from him.<br />\tFinally, Ythl seems to pull together after the medicine Aizen and Evie had given him. He smiles and places a hand on Milvik&#039;s shoulder. &ldquo;Don&#039;t worry. You&#039;ll get me back some way tomorrow, right? After all, you said the weather will be in your favor.&rdquo; He holds his staff in both hands and stands on one knee as he begins to chant and pray. &ldquo;Hear me, Cvirthizanea, Queen of the forest fairies and cleanser of dark magic. Take my blessings, see the purity of my heart as I call to you and ask that you cleanse these beasts of the spells they&#039;re under.&rdquo; Ythl then begins chanting in a different language, which is unfamiliar to any of them. He extends his right hand out and shuts his eyes. Small fairies emerge from out of nothing and giggle as they dazzle and fly towards the skeletons.<br />\tTomas smiles back at his boyfriend. Him and Holt have their backs against each other as they face a group of Cruiberg soldiers and two skeleton-zombies that have circled them. The fairies land on the creatures, which changes the color of their bones from glowing black to cold decaying brown and gray.<br />\tThe brown and grey spreads over the skeletons, like a fast moving mold or fungus. As more and more of the bone is transformed, pieces begin to flake off. Smaller pieces in the beginning, but soon large chunks of altered bone peel away and fall to the ground. The fairies giggle and dance over the Bone Guard, seemingly at play, yet everywhere they touch one of the infernal creatures, the beast begins to disintegrate.<br />\tAcross the clearing, Drew faces off against three. He moves differently from what Aldan has ever seen from his husband. He bends and weaves, ducks and manipulates his body to avoid the blows from the creatures.<br />\tTo Drew, the monsters move incredibly slowly. Avoiding them seems easy. He focuses his rage, striking at one. Heat and molten force erupt from his palm. The strike doesn&#039;t send the heat passing through the creature...the heat seems to travel throughout the thing. For a moment, it begins to glow red. And then, it simply disintegrates into glowing ash, blowing away on the breeze.<br />\tDrew moves to strike the other two. Each follows the first. Burnt up from the inside and reduced to ash in a matter of seconds. His eyes gleam and sparkle with his own fire as the demon move towards more of the bone creatures. There are not many left.<br />\tYthl&#039;s faeries have continued their game, giggling as they land on the Bone Guard, and as the creatures undergo their transformation. The chunks of bone lay on the ground, continuing to dissolve, almost melting into the ground. The young Aiguan wizard concentrates of his minions, maintaining the summoning...The fairies go where they will, but it Ythl who keeps open the portal of their summoning. The strain is immense. Soon, the young wizard sweats and shakes. He breathes heavily, his hand digging into Milvik&#039;s shoulder.<br />\tThe storm mage understands the casting. He tries to breathe deeply and evenly, lending his strength and will to Ythl. Together, the pair are able to maintain the faeries until all of the bone guard are either burnt by Drew or disintegrated by the fairies. Winding down his spell, Ythl beckons the fairies to him and the return gladly, laughing and giggling in their high pitched voices. As they fly back to Ythl, the touch his hand and disappear, their laughter echoing in the air.<br />\tAlong the ground where the Bone Guard pieces fell, mushrooms and toadstools grow. Some of the fungi grow several inches, six inches or so. There is no sign of bones.<br />\tJust as the group begins to recover from the battle that they&#039;ve won, they hear horses and more troops in the distance coming their way. Aldan calls out to all of his men. &ldquo;We did good, but we have to get back to the others now. Two minutes to collect ourselves and then we&#039;re off again.&rdquo;<br />\tDrew stumbles down on both knees as his body turns back to normal. His husband helps him back up and rubs the sweat off of his forehead. &ldquo;Well, that was certainly surprising. Are you alright? Still have some strength in you?&rdquo;<br />\tHe catches his breath, sighs and pulls himself back up. &ldquo;Y-yeah... I guess I thought I was going to die in the dragon inside of me came out. But I&#039;m okay.&rdquo; He grins back to his lover.<br />\tThe group gathers back together. Aizen drags Beyers over to a tree and closes the mans eyes, hearing him gasp his slow and final breaths. His men stand around him and pray shortly, but quickly put their feelings aside and nod to Aldan. Cruiberg is approaching quicker than expected and they must go.<br />\tBack at the center of the battlefield, Jason&#039;s men find themselves pulled into the perfect storm as their horsed cavalry are being quickly slaughtered. Troops below hold their weight against Cruiberg, but they fear that they&#039;ll have to retreat much sooner than expected.<br />\tFrom above, Varon turns his head to one of the other lieutenants and sips a warm black tea in between calm commands. &ldquo;Let&#039;s move the boulder cannons forward now. If we wait any longer they might cause more damage then expected. I&#039;m also expecting our friends from the Raider group to show up any minute.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;As you wish, sir.&rdquo; A lieutenant rushes behind him and commands for the cannons to come forth. It takes twenty men to move them and fifty to launch the gigantic rocks into the sky. While there&#039;s only four rocks for them to use, Varon knows that it&#039;ll be just the right amount of damage and death to inflict to pull the Harathi back.<br />\tThe demons assemble around Nellyn. Of the 20 that sallied forth, 19 remain. But the loss of one of their number aches for them all. Quickly, efficiently, they wrap their dead comrade in a makeshift shroud. As most of the demons are tending their wounded and the dead, some stand watch, keeping an eye out for enemies approaching the battle weary combination of demons and humans. Nellyn moves across the battlefield, quietly ending the suffering of those too wounded to move and taking only two Cruiberg prisoners.<br />\tThere are few horses left alive and unwounded. Beyers&#039; men gather them, their own and the Cruiberg mounts that can be ridden or led away. Some horses are put down, a somber task, but they cannot leave wounded animals to suffer.<br />\tAs Aldan closes Captain Beyers&#039; eyes and stands, the&nbsp;&nbsp;young officer grabs his hand. He coughs a wet, rattling cough and smiles through blooded lips and teeth. &ldquo;I&#039;m not dead yet. Get me on my horse and I can ride.&rdquo;<br />\tThe Captain is reunited with his mount. His men, the few survivors, mount as well. There are extra horses. Beasts whose riders have perished. The wounded humans and demons are assisted on to the horses. In the space of a few minutes, the remnants of the three units are ready to move back to their lines.<br />\tNellyn&#039;s demons spread out, acting as scouts and pickets to insure the survivors are not ambushed. The bedraggled humans follow. As they move out, Aldan looks back at their battlefield.<br />\tMost of Captain Beyers&#039; men are dead. Out of nearly 60, only eight are unwounded. Some 34 others remain on the field, their bodies laid out in some semblance of peace. The Cruiberg losses are extreme. Perhaps 200 dead. Some are laid out, but there simply isn&#039;t time for proper handling of the dead.<br />\tAtop his horse, Aldan holds closely to his husband. Drew leans heavily against him, exhaustion suddenly overtaking him. The Raiders have had their losses, too. Forty seven rode in. Thirty eight ride out, many of those wounded. Holt and Aizen, Tomas and Ythl, Alec and Milvik. Brady. Aldan goes over the roster in his mind. He grits his teeth as he makes a mental note of those they&#039;re forced to leave behind.<br />\tTheir battle was a victory. The Cruiberg outposts will not be adding their strength to their comrades. But the cost...Captain Beyers is gravely wounded and his force is ruined. The Harathi Army will be forced to rely on Lord Steele&#039;s cavalry. . .and Lord Steele is hidebound in his tactics. The army has lost an irreplaceable component...For scouting, for rapidly buttressing weak spots in the Harathi lines, for raiding and disrupting the enemy. A very costly victory. . .<br /><br />\tLord Steele stares through his farglasses. His face is grim, his teeth set tight together. An aide approaches, saluting. &ldquo;Pardon, Lord. The Cruiberg are bringing up their rock cannon.&rdquo;<br />\tLord Steele nods. &ldquo;So I see. Pull my knights back. Let one of the regular units take their shots.&rdquo; He glances at the aide. &ldquo;Make it one of Ronan&#039;s units. His men are expendable.&rdquo; The man nods and rushes to fulfill his commander&#039;s will.<br />\tAldan&#039;s group and those along with him arrive just as the canons launch the first two boulders, which crush forty each immediately and allow enough time for the surrounding Cruiberg to rush in and go for the kill. Another two collide into a group of the King&#039;s soldiers, instantly killed and crushed. The Harathi forces attempt to fight back against the overwhelming warriors that have prepared for this battle, while they&#039;ve been exhausted from day after day of training and being lead by a commander with no real regards for their life.<br />\tIt&#039;s only five minutes later before Jason decides to signal the flags for retreat. Varon laughs from up high and points out a particular group that intrigues him. &ldquo;Yes, oh yes! They survived my creation after all. It looks like they did suffer some casualties though. At least I have an idea of who&#039;s left. Looks like he has a wizard with him, two healers, judging by the necklace on the one lad, that must be the bastard storm mage.&rdquo; He pours the rest of his tea out on the grass and heads past the archers. Two lieutenants follow suit. &ldquo;Alright. Let&#039;s head back. Have two groups follow them back and fight with all that they have left in them. Otherwise, we&#039;re done for today. Jeremy and his army will join us for the final kill tomorrow, I believe.&rdquo; <br />\tAs Aldan&#039;s group head off with the others, Brady is able to catch a short glimpse of Varon before turning his head away. He moves up towards Aldan. Their leader was eyeing us down pretty hard during that. &ldquo;We should be prepared for him. He&#039;s a dark mage too. That&#039;s the bastard who killed almost all of my men himself yesterday.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan looks back toward the Cruiberg lines. &ldquo;Dammit. I hope he waits until tomorrow. Ythl needs to rest and Milvik needs a storm. We&#039;d better be ready for anything. We&#039;ll stick close to Nellyn and his men and I&#039;ll see if King Ronan can&#039;t get some archers and pikemen to cover us. Something.&rdquo; He sighs, then looks at Brady. &ldquo;You fought well today, Brady. We all did. Let&#039;s try to get the men some rest.&rdquo;<br />\tAizen and Evie stay close to the wounded. Captain Beyers is moved to a physiker&#039;s tent where his wounds will be tended and watched more closely. Aldan and Nellyn bid the young captain farewell, with Aldan making a note to visit the young man as frequently as he can. Losing that many men in one fight can tear at a man&#039;s mind.<br />\tA commissary wagon makes its way to the combined encampment for Aldan&#039;s men and the demons. Hot stew is dished out for the humans and raw vegetables and salted fish for the demons. Several small barrels of ale and beer are off loaded, as well as cases of wine. <br />\tAldan addresses his surviving troops. &ldquo;Tough fight today. We won and did well. You all did well and fought bravely. Drink and rest. Tomorrow will be hard again. We&#039;ll need double watches. Remember, of all the commands in the army, we&#039;ve got a special target - We killed Rakshahas. They&#039;re wanting their revenge. Take care and don&#039;t get too drunk.&rdquo;<br />\tWith that, Aldan heads to the rear to make his report to the King. Drew walks beside him, their hands entertwined.<br />\t&ldquo;Let&#039;s hope Alex&#039;s Dad isn&#039;t already in there with the King.&rdquo; Drew shrugs. He squeezes his husbands hand and follows suit.<br />\tAs they approach the King&#039;s tent, they notice that one lieutenant and/or squad leader leaves right after another. Aldan already knows the protocols of what&#039;s going on. They&#039;re giving off the names of who they&#039;ve lost and what strategies were used. Once they enter, he immediately feels himself back into the warm, almost calm presence of what constant war is like. There&#039;s his leader, the King, a few men beside him taking notes from the others, then them heading off. Aldan&#039;s seen this so many times before that he doesn&#039;t even catch himself immediately giving off the immediate details of how the battle went and who was lost. On the other hand, Drew notices Garallen and Yuval sitting beside a fire and speaking to one another. Garallen focuses his attention on Aldan for a brief moment, but waits for there to be a pause in their conversation.<br />\t&ldquo;You said that you have a storm mage among your group?&rdquo; Garallen asks. &ldquo;Does he not carry a book around with him?&rdquo;<br />\tAldan turns to Garallen and calmly responds. &ldquo;No, he doesn&#039;t. Only the crystal around his neck. The boy was imprisoned for many years and I do believe he forgot many spells.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Ahhhh.&rdquo; Garallen grins. He moves a stick around in the fire and looks to his apprentice. &ldquo;Surely you have a book in your study room for that, right?&rdquo; Yuval nods his head. &ldquo;Well?&rdquo; The boy rolls his eyes. &ldquo;Bring the storm mage here. The faster the better. My boy isn&#039;t that patient, you see. I don&#039;t want to get him upset.&rdquo;<br />\tAldan smiles and looks at Drew. The demon boy falls for his sarcasm and barks back. &ldquo;What? You think I&#039;m inpatient? Whatever.&rdquo;<br />\tStay here for just a second. &ldquo;This is your King. Maybe you can get to know him?&rdquo; Aldan says before running off and into the camp. He finds Milvik, who&#039;s busy cleaning his boyfriends armor and preparing a hot bath for him in a private tent. &ldquo;I&#039;m sorry, but I need you to come with me for a moment. Someone wants to speak with you.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Wait for me, okay?&rdquo; He kisses Alec on the lips and runs off with his leader. Both of them enter the tent and come to a halt when they see Yuval standing by an open portal. Garallen looks it over and grins with approval.<br />\tYuval walks over to Milvik, takes his hand and shakes it lively. &ldquo;Nice to meet you. I&#039;m Yuval and I&#039;ll be your guide! Please, follow me into this strange looking hole that you see. It&#039;s totally safe and fine. I promise.&rdquo; He chuckles and takes him with. Milvik tries to ask where he&#039;s being taken in an agitated tone, but he&#039;s quickly pushed right into the portal with the boy. Soon enough, they&#039;re inside of a small room with no windows. Three of the four corners have potions, herbs, books and various strange relics on them, while the fourth has the exit/opening for the portal.<br />\t&ldquo;Hmmm. Storm magic, storm magic...&rdquo; Yuval looks over his books and begins climbing up the bookcase. &ldquo;By the way, this is my study room. I have all sorts of stuff from all across the globe in here! But don&#039;t tell anyone, okay? I&#039;m only doing this so you can have some more tricks up your sleeve. Oh, oh, found it!&rdquo; He tosses down a book, which hits Milvik right in the head before landing in his hands. &ldquo;There we go.&rdquo; Yuval slides back down the bookcase and sticks out his tongue. &ldquo;This should help, right? It has all of the basic prayers and chantings for all storms and forms of magic under your religion.&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik cracks open the book. He flips through several pages, nodding as he skims the contents. &ldquo;Interesting. Thank you. I&#039;ll try and study as much as I can tonight. Who knows? It might just be the edge we need for tomorrow.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Glad I can help.&rdquo; Yuval walks over to his medicine counter and fills up a satchel with them until it&#039;s almost overflowing. He sticks out his tongue at Milvik. &ldquo;These are for your friends, Evie and Aizen. Garallen and I aren&#039;t going to be fighting, so we&#039;re going to help heal the soldiers when they&#039;re off in battle and we&#039;re here. Go ahead and step through the gate.&rdquo; <br />\tMilvik nervously steps through and finds himself on the other side. He looks around the room and feels a gentle push from behind him. Yuval cracks a laugh as he shuts the gate. &ldquo;Scared ya, didn&#039;t I? Garallen and I are one of the very few that can use that kind of power.&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik looks Yuval up and down. &ldquo;You&#039;re so young. And yet you can open portals and you apprentice to Garallen.&rdquo; He shakes his head. &ldquo;We&#039;ve all heard stories about the Raven Wizard. He&#039;s famous in wizarding circles. You must possess a great deal of raw ability. Or. . .is there another reason?&rdquo;<br />\tHe looks to his master and dances his hips from side to side. &ldquo;Well... I&#039;m apparently in my thirties or forties, but I lost memories of my previous life and now I&#039;m in my young body for what seems like forever. But don&#039;t go spouting that to everyone! Garallen&#039;s way stronger and more magical than I am. Maybe one day I&#039;ll be up to his level.&rdquo;<br />\tJust as they&#039;re conversing, a familiar face enters the King&#039;s tent and grins devilishly at Garallen. The tall, mid-twenty year old man is dressed in leather armor, his long hair is gorgeously blonde and wrapped in a pony tail in the back. &ldquo;Someone said I&#039;d find you here.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Delano.&rdquo; Garallen speaks in an unsurprised tone. He pulls his apprentice close to his side. Seemingly feeling out of place, Milvik bows to the King and to Aldan before heading off and to his boyfriend. &ldquo;Why am I not surprised that you&#039;re the first of the ones I wrote to that ends up by my side? You&#039;re a bit early too. Something tells me you must have been close by or already involved in the war.&rdquo;<br />\tThe wizard standing in front of him was once a student of his. In response, he was paid well. However, he&#039;s never trusted him ever since a rumor came about that he worked as a free lance assassin for several years, paid by all kingdoms on the continent.<br />\tAlec sits at the edge of the area his friends share with the demons. His leg bounces as he sits, looking towards the rear area of the encamped army, towards the pavilion of the King. He swings a stick at the wet grass, biting his lip. He sees men and women passing back and forth. He watches each closely, his heart racing until he realizes it&#039;s not the man he&#039;s waiting for. Dejected he continues to wait. Until. . . <br />\tThe young warrior spies Milvik walking quickly towards him. With a smile, Alec stands and rushes to the wizard&#039;s side. Once he&#039;s next to Milvik, he falls in step beside him. He reaches for his lover&#039;s hand, but stops himself. Instead, he smiles even wider. &ldquo;You were gone forever! Did the King speak to you??? What&#039;s he like? I&#039;m so glad you&#039;re back. What&#039;s that you&#039;re carrying? Is it a present?&rdquo; He fires questions one right after the other, following Milvik into their tent and securing the flap behind him. He stirs the coals in the bronze barzier that warms the tent. &ldquo;Tell me!&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik laughs, feeling his eyes well up with tears as he looks to his boyfriend. &ldquo;This book...&rdquo; He flips it open as the two of them sit down beside each other. &ldquo;My teacher wrote this. It&#039;s his handwriting! He wrote only five of these.&rdquo; Milvik flips to a random page. Suddenly, everything begins to swell back to him. The storm mage gropes his forehead and groans as he feels his mind overloaded with information. All of the prayers and chants, all of the months of training he went through with his girlfriend, the time he spent with Holt&#039;s brother, it all hits him in a matter of seconds.<br />\t&ldquo;What&#039;s wro&mdash;&quot; Alec stops himself. His boyfriend shuts the book and holds out the palm of his hand. He mutters a slow chant and his necklace glows a shadowy azure haze. The boy stands up and his boyfriend heads outside. &ldquo;Hey! Where are you going? What&#039;s going on?&rdquo;<br />\tMilvik raises his hand to the sky. As soon as he stops his prayer a thin strike of lightning dashes from out of a faraway cloud and is absorbed right into his entire body. Once it vanishes, Milvik flexes his fist and shows his control of the lightning. &ldquo;That&#039;s not all, hun. Tomorrow night, the conditions are perfect for a tornado. With this book I&#039;ll be able to control where I want it to hit. It&#039;ll only last for a few minutes, but the damage should be destructive enough.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You&#039;re kidding me!&rdquo; Alec&#039;s eyes bulge out in surprise. He stops himself at first when he goes to hug him, but then does so anyway. &ldquo;We might really win this battle after all.&rdquo;<br />\tBack in the King&#039;s tent, Delano says something that causes Garallen&#039;s fears to worsen. &ldquo;Well, Jason Steele sent a letter asking me to fight alongside him long before you did, so I&#039;m technically late to this.&rdquo; He looks to the King. &ldquo;My King, I&#039;m sorry for your loss. I didn&#039;t mean to barge in like this. My name is Delano and I&#039;ll be fighting alongside you in the coming days.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Fighting, huh.&rdquo; Garallen thinks to himself. He grips Yuval&#039;s left hand. &ldquo;Come. We have more important things to attend to.&rdquo;<br />\tDelano smirks and follows them out of the tent, but heads the opposite way of them, leaving Aldan and the King alone to go over plans for battle at their own leisure. While on the way to their tent, the two wizards stop by the infirmary, where Yuval gives his satchel of medicine and herbs to her and goes over how to use some of them. She thanks him and the two head off to their own private tent.<br />\tAs soon as they enter, Yuval takes a cloth from a bucket of water and begins cleaning off his face and arms. He hands it to his master before removing his socks and shoes. &ldquo;You don&#039;t trust Delano, do you? He has a very spooky aura. Like a goblin!&rdquo; He makes a funny face and sits beside his teacher on their mattress.<br />\t&ldquo;It may shock you, Yuval, but I do not trust anyone who uses magic.&rdquo; The older mage runs a hand over his short-cropped hair. His brow furrows together. Standing, he remains quiet as he splashes water onto his face, scrubbing his cheeks and chin vigorously. Slowly, he returns to the bed, drying his face as he walks. Once seated, he runs the dampened cloth under his arms and over his chest and neck. &ldquo;Spooky is a good word for Delano. Men like him, long on ambition and short on empathy, are dangerous and not to be trusted.&rdquo; Sighing, Garallen stretches and yawns. &ldquo;Pour me some wine, please, And a shot of something stronger. The problem is most who study magic are long on ambition. The empathy part can be hard to determine sometimes. So it was with Delano.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;But you still taught him.&rdquo; Yuval walks over to a small table and takes one wine glass and a small shot glass. He pours him red wine and absinthe, then brings it back over to the bed. The boy hops up and pulls off his tunic. On the right side of his chest is a tattoo exactly like Chandler and Kirth&#039;s. Little does the boy realize that he was born from the ice continent or that the blood of dark magic runs through him. He squeezes his slight belly fat and plays with his outie belly button. His skin is slightly tanned, but still smooth and creamy.<br />\t&ldquo;In the beginning, he was an apt student. Diligent, respectful.&rdquo; He downs the absinthe in one shot. He follows that with a quick inhalation through his open mouth. &ldquo;Delicious. Thank you, Yu.&rdquo; He bumps his shoulder against his current apprentice.<br />\t&ldquo;It was several years of working together before things changed. Either he changed and became more cruel, or he had always been thus and I was finally able to see it. he shrugs. Regardless, since he has left my tutelage, he&#039;s become something of a mercenary. Selling his skills to whoever can pay. For any sort of job. No doubt, he thinks he has the better of me.&rdquo; He tilts his head towards Yuval, grinning. &ldquo;He would be wrong, though.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Thought you&#039;d say that. Nobody fools you.&rdquo; Yuval sticks out his tongue at him and lays on his back, facing Garallen and staring up at his lover. &ldquo;Can we... Tonight?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Can we. . .work on your penmanship? Your writing needs much improvement.&rdquo; He sits on the side of the bed, turning to face Yuval. His fingers walk along the young boy&#039;s ribs. &ldquo;Or should we work on your Dalvanian history? You had some trouble with that, if I recall.&rdquo; The walking fingers move over Yuval&#039;s chest. A growing bulge is obvious between Yuval&#039;s legs and his lips and cheeks begin to deepen into a hot pink. &ldquo;Or. . . . Boop!&rdquo; He pinches Yuval&#039;s right nipple gently. &ldquo;Do you have something else in mind, dear boy?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;We can work on that stuff later.&rdquo; He giggles as he&#039;s tickled. Yuval feels along his boyfriends fuzzy arms, then runs his hand up the older mans shirt to feel his chest hair. His hand goes back down to feel the bush of unshaven pubes. &ldquo;I love how hairy you are. So comfy.&rdquo; His hand feels his masters much larger bulge. &ldquo;Pweeeeeeeease...&rdquo;<br />\tGarallen lets Yuval massage his erection through his pants. His fingers walk all along the younger wizard&#039;s chest and stomach. He teases walking his hand down to Yuval&#039;s bulge, but stops near the boy&#039;s belly button, slowly dragging a finger slowly around the edges. Without word, he stands and strips out of his remaining clothing. His cock sticks out from his thick, wild bush. The head is deep crimson, the first shininess of precum nestling at his slit.<br />\t&ldquo;What do you want to do, Yuval? Tell me.&rdquo; Garallen lays down beside the boy, His fingers walks all over Yuval, down his thighs, up his ribcage. His cock, long and thin, he lays just above the boy&#039;s pubis, in his lower tummy.<br />\t&ldquo;Take the rest of my clothes off.&rdquo; He answers. Yuval takes one of hands to stroke the shaft of Garallen&#039;s much larger cock. His fingers are small compared to it and typically require both working on it, but just the feel of his hand right there is enough to pleasure his lover. He kisses him softly, then again deeper with some tongue. Garallen is never too forceful or hard with him because he knows his boyish body couldn&#039;t handle what someone much older could, although sometimes Yuval can surprise him when he rides him.<br />\tSlowly, Garallen pulls at Yuval&#039;s pants, He slides them down and off of the boy. His unders quickly follow and Yuval lays there naked. His older lover rests a hand on Yuval&#039;s hip, feeling the softness of the boy&#039;s skin and tapping his thumb against Yuval&#039;s hip bone. He leans down, pressing his lips to Yuval&#039;s. Their mouths open slightly and their tongues find each other. The pair kiss, deeply and fervently. He pulls Yuval close against his own body. &ldquo;How&#039;s this to start with, Yu?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Good.&rdquo; He blushes a deep red in both cheeks. Yuval spits into his mouth and brings his palm to his erection to stroke. His penis is slightly curved up, three and a half inches, circumcised tightly with the dark brown scar more than halfway down and his frenulum removed. His balls are the size of small marbles, all of his privates smooth like the rest of his body. He rubs his dick against Garallen&#039;s and moans as his other hand brushes along his boyfriends chest hair.<br />\tThe wizard climbs atop Yuval. Holding himself up on his hands and knees, he lets his chest and stomach just come into contact with his boy. He slips his cock between them as well. As they kiss, Garallen slowly slides his body over and around Yuval&#039;s. His body hair tickles the boy, raising goosebumps where their bodies meet. His cock grinds against Yuval&#039;s smaller dick. The feel of Garallen&#039;s fur against his body drives Yuval wild. Soon, he&#039;s moaning and cooing in delight, his kisses becoming more and more lustful and frantic. &ldquo;My little man.&rdquo; Garallen whispers in Yuval&#039;s ear.<br />\tYuval giggles childishly like he always does. He rubs his thumb against Garallen&#039;s slit and then pinches both of nipples while asking. &ldquo;It must be strange knowing I&#039;ll always look like this... Is it ok for me to see myself as a boy if that&#039;s all I know and remember? Does it confuse you at times?&rdquo;<br />\tGarallen laughs. He rolls onto his back, holding Yuval and pulling him on top of his hairy body. He looks up at the boy and smiles, brushing stray hairs from the boy&#039;s face. &ldquo;It doesn&#039;t confuse me at all. You should see yourself as you see yourself. Don&#039;t worry about what anyone else thinks, Yu. You are a beautiful, sexy boy. You are also an accomplished wizard with years and years of training that only you and I know about. Well, a few others know.&rdquo;<br />\tYuval hugs him tightly and nuzzles his face into his chest. He then sits up on his masters legs and holds the erect cock in front of him, stroking it with both hands and examining it. His mouth kisses the tip, then he spits down and strokes. Yuval&#039;s tongue explores all of the shaft, down to the darker and hairy sack which has the perfect masculine stench to it that he loves. Without another word, his mouth takes one testicle in, then the other, before he hides his teeth behind his lips and begins sucking on the head. He continues to stroke him before taking more of it into his mouth. He uses both hands when he strokes or gropes, knowing that they&#039;re a bit too small for doing both at the same time accurately. While he can&#039;t deep thoat him and quite possibly never, he can take almost all of it into his mouth and his technique his tight, comforting and perfect. It almost feels as if he&#039;s already fucking him. After a while, he stops tugs on his own dick. Yuval sits up and shows it off to his master.<br />\t&ldquo;Yours is quite lovely, Yuval.&rdquo; The older partner stuffs a pillow beneath his head and shoulders, relaxing and staring at his lover. His hands slowly wander over Yuval&#039;s tummy, his thighs, his chest. &ldquo;Tell me what you see and think when you look at your dick?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Well, it&#039;s smaller than yours and doesn&#039;t have any hair.&rdquo; He smirks, spitting down on it and stroking it. &ldquo;Because I haven&#039;t gone through puberty and never will. Mine is curved and yours isn&#039;t. The line on mine is also further down I guess?&rdquo; He rubs it with a finger, then touches Garallen&#039;s circumcision scar. &ldquo;I like mine a lot, though.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Oh, I like yours a lot, too.&rdquo; He slides his hand down over Yuval&#039;s tummy, over his smooth pubis. He lightly pinches the boy&#039;s dick between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he strokes his boy. &ldquo;Would it surprise you to know that it was a Cruiberg who cut you?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Cut me?&rdquo; He looks at him confused. &ldquo;What do you mean? Where?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Your dick.&rdquo; He pushes his thumb and forefinger to the base of the boy&#039;s dick. He moves Yuval&#039;s cock from side to side. &ldquo;See the dark ring around your shaft? That&#039;s actually a scar. Do you see my ring? That&#039;s a scar too.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;A scar? So there was skin there before, but it was removed?&rdquo; He thinks back. &ldquo;Oh! I think I&#039;ve seen dicks completely covered with skin before. So most people must get it taken off. Why do they do that? Why did a Cruiberg cut mine off?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Most people lose their skin for cultural reasons. It&#039;s called circumcision.&rdquo; Garallen resumes softly stroking Yuval as he explains. &ldquo;Sometimes it&#039;s for health reasons, because a boy doesn&#039;t wash properly and gets infections under his hood. Which is what we call the uncut skin. Yours was for cultural reasons... As to why a Cruiberg. Well, your were a young boy on the borderlands of Cruiberg. When it was time for your cut, there was a priest from Cruiberg staying over at the village. He was there to do the son of the local lord. He did you and a couple of other boys over the course of a couple of days. I assisted. Although I don&#039;t do it as a matter of course, I can administer the cut, if needs be.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;So you were there for my circumcision.&rdquo; He sticks out his tongue and laughs. His left hand rubs along his own butt, feeling for the pleasure spot and inserting a finger gently. &ldquo;Why is mine cut different than yours or others? And who did yours?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I did my own.&rdquo; He grabs his own dick, moving it around so they each get a good look at it. &ldquo;I was about 30 years old and it was becoming uncomfortably tight. So, I&#039;d read about cutting, and I took a stiff brandy a scalpel and Garallen flicks his write to and fro. viola. From uncut to cut in the blink of an eye.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Woah! So brave. You must be really good at it to then.&rdquo; He uses one hand to stroke Garallen&#039;s, another to stroke his own. &ldquo;But that doesn&#039;t explain why mine is tighter than yours.&rdquo;<br />\tGarallen winks at Yuval and laughs. &ldquo;I did not do my own. I was cut as a boy, an infant really. Don&#039;t remember a thing about it.&rdquo; He plants his thumbs on Yuval&#039;s nipples, pressing down slightly and rolling them in small circles around his sensitive nipples. &ldquo;Everyone&#039;s dick is different. When we get cut, we get cut different, too. Every dick is different, Yuval. Every dick has secrets. Secret spots that like to be kissed, others that respond to a touch, others that enjoy a little pain.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;You know mine right? Just like I know yours.&rdquo; He runs his hand along the bottom shaft and stops at Garallen&#039;s frenulum, softly teasing it before sitting up and pushing down his small curved dick. &ldquo;Can you suck me?&rdquo;<br />\tThe older mage arches an eyebrow at his friend. &ldquo;I can. But what do I get out of it?&rdquo; His hands caress Yuval&#039;s chest and stomach, coming close to his wiener but not actually touching it.<br />\t&ldquo;Well, I&#039;ll suck you and then you can fuck me. Does that sound alright?&rdquo; He asks with a touch of anxiety. Even though Garallen always says yes, he sometimes gets afraid for no reason at all. &ldquo;I really want your big cock inside of me.&rdquo;<br />\tGrabbing Yuval&#039;s hips, he moves the boy so that their balls rub against each other. Gently, he rocks Yuval back and forth until the boy takes over and grinds against his master on his own. &ldquo;You don&#039;t think we should save our strength for tomorrow?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I&#039;ll have more strength if I can have Garallen&#039;s cum inside of me. Whether it&#039;s up my bum or in my mouth, it always makes me a better wizard. You should know that by now.&rdquo; He humps his smaller dick against Garallen&#039;s, pushing their heads together.<br />\t&ldquo;You raise a good point, Yuval.&rdquo; Garallen grins, resting a hand over his apprentice&#039;s heart. &ldquo;Besides, I can&#039;t tell you no. Not when you&#039;re naked and hard like you are.&rdquo;<br />\tReaching to the nightstand, he grabs his glass and sips sweet wine. Laying back on the bed, he fluffs his pillow and sighs. &ldquo;Ahhh... You may begin, young man. Attend thy master&#039;s staff!&rdquo; His cock flexes as he watches Yuval, a twinkle in his eye and his cock rock hard.<br />\t&ldquo;My pleasure.&rdquo; He giggles excitedly. Yuval sits in-between his masters fuzzy legs, lays one hand on&nbsp;&nbsp;the mound of thick pubes, inhales the manly staunch of his sack and teases both balls with the tip of his tongue. He wets each unshaven hair and massages the older mans thighs, focusing on just the sack for now. Both of his testicles fill his small mouth, but he manages to give him the best ball-sucking experience anyone else has given him. His tongue ripples like waves while his lips massage, then he forms circles around one ball before the other. Finally, he pops the sack out of his mouth and licks from the bottom all of the way to the oozy tip of Garallen&#039;s dick. He kisses it softly and looks at his teacher, his lover. &ldquo;I love you, Garallen.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;And I love you, Yuval. You know that, you understand that I mean that, don&#039;t you?&rdquo; Garallen&#039;s face is serious. He runs a hand through the boy&#039;s hair, gently tickling the tops of his ears. &ldquo;You are. . .so important to me. Not just as an apprentice, but as a companion. As my friend and lover.&rdquo; He chuckles. &ldquo;Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of your name, you can spell &quot;Ya, luv.&quot;? Ya, luv.&rdquo; He caresses Yuval&#039;s cheek. &ldquo;Yeah, love. I think about that sometimes when I need to clear my head. Yeah, love, Yuval.&rdquo; He looks down, smiling. &ldquo;Now you know why some call me mad.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I think it&#039;s great. Maybe one day you can marry me. I&rsquo;ll be your permanently young boy husband.&rdquo; Before Garallen can answer, the young wizard takes all of Garallen&#039;s cock into his mouth, deepthroating him slowly and with perfect suction. His left hand glides under his mouth, working as the perfect masturbating technique while sucking him off. The boy looks into his lovers eyes most of the time when blowing him because he knows it drives Garallen crazy to see a young lad going down on him.<br />\t&ldquo;Ahhhh...wonder...ful!&rdquo; Garallen&#039;s eyes flutter as he arches his head back into his pillow. After a moment, he looks down, watching. Yuval sucks his dick slowly, taking his cock deep into his young mouth. Garallen moans again as his sensitive head presses against the back of the boy&#039;s throat. Even with his mouth full of the man&#039;s cock, Yuval grins, his eyes sparkling with delight, as he savors the taste and feel of long cock in his mouth and throat. The pair stare into each other&#039;s eyes, losing themselves in the passion and pleasure of the moment.<br />\tBoth of Yuval&#039;s hands move up to explore the familiar parts of Garallen&#039;s body that he&#039;s kissed and licked many times before. He loves how his lover is so much hairier and older, while he&#039;s completely hairless all over. His mouth moves faster; still, he&#039;s able to take all of it. No matter how tired his mouth gets, he keeps the same amount of suction, intensity and joy in pleasing him.<br />\tGarallen&#039;s hands massage Yuval&#039;s scalp, drifting down to his shoulders and then back again. He begins to twist from side to side, raising his hips uncontrollably as he moans and groans under Yuval&#039;s expert attentions. Through experience, the boy can tell that his master is getting close to cumming. His toes curl as his legs twitch. He laughs as he gets close. &ldquo;You know how to drive me wild, Yuval! You are such sweet torment.&rdquo;<br />\tHis mouth rises to the bell-end, sucking and swirling around the head, but also hitting that sweet spot of his frenulum to drive him overboard. When Garallen moans, he bobs his head back down and continues massaging all over his lover chest hair and pubes. &#039;So good&#039; He thinks to himself. &#039;I&#039;m such a lucky boy to have a man like him.&#039;<br />\tGarallen begins thrusting his cock up into Yuval&#039;s mouth, his hands grip the boy&#039;s shoulders. His breath comes in short, ragged bursts as he moans continuously. &ldquo;I&#039;m going to cum, Yuv....get ready. . .&rdquo; Yuval grins, hungry to taste his master&#039;s seed, to feel its warmth flow into his mouth and down his throat. &ldquo;Agh! Here it comes, babe!&rdquo;<br />\tYuval moans as he stops halfway down the shaft, milking his lover and licking the tip as it shoots loads of thick, creamy cum into his mouth. He swallows some of it, but savors the rest for as long as he can. Once all is swallowed down, he licks the rest of Garallen&#039;s cock clean and giggles. &ldquo;That was a lot! And really tasty, too. Magical. I&#039;m gonna heal everyone in the outpost tomorrow!&rdquo;<br />\tGarallen closes his eyes and lays back. His chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath and recovers. But his hand never leaves Yuval. Stroking the boy&#039;s hair, he relishes the warmth and softness of his lips. &ldquo;Hehe. I bet you will. You heal me when you do that, that&#039;s for certain.&rdquo; He sighs. &ldquo;Whew...give me a moment and I can fuck you, if you&#039;d like.&rdquo;<br />\tYuval stands up and pours him another shot. The boy hands it over and flicks his curved erection. &ldquo;But you&#039;ll suck and rim me before you fuck me, right?&rdquo; He bounces onto the bed and shows off his creamy white cheeks, slapping both of them.<br />\tWith a heavy sigh, Garallen frowns. &ldquo;Well, if I have to...I guess I don&#039;t have a choice.&rdquo; Climbing onto his knees, he slaps Yuval&#039;s cheeks. &ldquo;Right, boy! On your back! Legs up in the air.&rdquo; The wizard&#039;s cock has shrunk slightly, but still remains mostly erect, shining in the candle and lantern light.<br />\t&ldquo;Yes, sir.&rdquo; He hops around on the bed some more with a finger or two in his mouth before falling on his back. Garallen tickles under his armpits and his sides before the two of them kiss. Their laughter becomes more serious, although they still smile. &ldquo;You still have that extra jar of grease that we brought along, right? You didn&#039;t go around messing with all of the spitboys, have you?&rdquo;<br />\tThe older wizard scoffs. &ldquo;I am a sorcerer supreme! A wizard wondrous! A magician marvelous!&rdquo; He leans close, nibbling Yuval&#039;s right ear lobe and whispering, &ldquo;Grease is never more than a quick summoning away.&rdquo; He boops Yuval on the nose. &ldquo;And my cock has not strayed from you, dear Yuval! I have looked and admired, but I have touched no other. Although I have some ideas should we desire a second or third boy to join us.&rdquo; He scowls. &ldquo;And don&#039;t think I haven&#039;t noticed you examining the men around here! Do you have any that you&#039;d like to be more friendly with?&rdquo;<br />\tThe older man kisses Yuval, long and deep before the boy can answer. He kisses his way down to Yuval&#039;s neck and begins slowly kissing his way down the boy&#039;s chest and stomach.<br />\t&ldquo;Well, I think it&#039;d be nice if we could find some friends after the war is over that fit both of our liking. Somewhere around my age or a bit younger.&rdquo; He teases, licking his lips at Garallen. &ldquo;We haven&#039;t had an orgy in a while. Three months, right? Now those were enchanted times.&rdquo;<br />\tKissing the tips of Yuval&#039;s dick, Garallen flicks his tongue along the pee hole. He licks, slowly, down the dickie, kissing the smooth ball sack. &ldquo;Three months sounds right. So, who would you invite to our orgy? Name names.&rdquo;<br />\tHe sucks Yuval&#039;s sack into his mouth, mashing his nose against the boy&#039;s dick. The smell and the taste are wonderful, life-affirming. Garallen thinks to himself &quot;There&#039;s nothing like the taste and smell of a boy.&quot; Carefully, he uses his thumbs to spread Yuval&#039;s cheeks, his mouth and tongue working their way into the boy&#039;s ass. Closing his eyes, he savors the shudder that runs through the lad as Garallen probes the boy&#039;s pink hole with his tongue.<br />\tIn-between moans, Yuval speaks to him. &ldquo;The redheads from Baltheon, River from Aigua... Maybe a bunny anthro? I just realized that all of the boys we&#039;ve been with are circumcised like us. Think we&#039;ll ever have fun with one that&#039;s not?&rdquo; He moans, rubbing both of his soft puffy nipples as Garallen&#039;s tongue goes from his puckered hole and back to his three and a half inch dick. &ldquo;Desdon seemed to be one you really liked. He&#039;s two years younger than I am.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;River is a sweet boy. We will visit him after this war.&rdquo; He rests his face against his young lover&#039;s balls and dick as he speaks. &ldquo;I&#039;m sure while we&#039;re there, we can find an adventurous bunny-boy to join us. I like Desdon. He&#039;s funny and bubbly. A boy that cheerful and positive and as cute as he is? If only he had a smidgen of magical aptitude! We can visit him, as well. But right now, there&#039;s a hole that needs to be filled and it&#039;s time for me to get back to work on that.&rdquo; He drives his tongue into Yuval&#039;s hole, licking, probing, and slurping.<br />\tYuval grips the sheets and moans wildly. He closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling that overwhelms him. His small erection moves on its own, no pre-cum or cum to ever spill from his forever pre-pubescent body and cock. He spits a generous amount into his palm and strokes himself firmly. &ldquo;Ahh, fudge yeah! That feels so great, master!&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;I&#039;m glad you enjoy it!&rdquo; The wizard climbs to his knees, holding Yuval&#039;s legs close to him, kissing his thighs, calves, and ankles. He rests his swollen cock atop the boy&#039;s smaller, thinner member. Closing his eyes, he recites a short chant, holding his palm up in front of him. Clear, warm grease appears in his palm, which he spreads on his cock. He smears a finger full around Yuval&#039;s hole before presses the head of his cock against the warm hole. Slowly, steadily, he presses his cock into the boy. As his cock enters the tight, warm hole, Garallen nibbles and nip at the boy&#039;s feet and toes, tickling and sucking his toes, causing the boys to giggle and laugh even as he moans.<br />\t&ldquo;So big and full in me.&rdquo; He moans, already sweating and panting. He shivers as the thought of his masters love stick thrusts deeper into him. His hand continues playing with his little dick as he watches Garallen take pleasure in being inside of him. Yuval&#039;s feet are small and his toenails are neatly trimmed. Each toe is licked and sucked, including the sole of his feet before they&#039;re both placed over his shoulders. He carefully and slowly pushes all of the way in before leaning forward to kiss his bottom, chest hair against smooth skin.<br />\tOne kiss leads to another. Once tongues are involved, they become inseparable. They hold each other as close as possible as Garallen smoothly pumps into him with ease. Even though his body is small, Yuval has had much practice and has now been able to take all of his lovers cock without any pain at all.<br />\tGarallen loses himself in the feeling of Yuval&#039;s tightness. They&#039;ve been lovers for years, the boy&#039;s unaging body frozen at the time of greatest beauty. They&#039;ve learned each other&#039;s body, learned how best to take and give pleasure simultaneously. And Yuval takes great pleasure in being fucked. Staring down at his face, Garallen marvels at the sheer bliss written in his eyes, on his mouth. Bliss expressed in every moan and grunt, every whimper of overwhelming ecstasy. &ldquo;Shall I fill you, Yuv? Or spray you?&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;Fill me.&rdquo; He answers. Just as quickly as the words come out of his mouth, Garallen kisses him again. Yuval moans and closes his eyes, squeezing the sheets tighter. The older and experienced wizard pumps faster and lays one hand over the boys heart, right where onto his tattoo. It remains a reminder to him of the boy he feels he must protect at all costs. <br />\t&ldquo;Unnhhh, unnhhh!!!&rdquo; Yuval stops stroking himself and trails his hand along Garallen&#039;s chest. His dry cum makes the wizards thrusts and pumps all the more extreme and pleasurable.<br />\tThe pair moan and gyrate together. Yuval&#039;s leg wrap around Garallen&#039;s waist as the wizard slams his cock home. Garallen watches Yuval&#039;s face as his own orgasm builds and reaches its peak. His cock swells and his balls clench, his whole body shivers and trembles as he reaches the height of his orgasm. His seed explodes into the boy beneath him. Cum pumps deep into Yuval, filling him with his lover&#039;s essence. The heat, the sense of fullness are almost overwhelming to the boy. Garallen grunts and groans as a half dozen steams of cum are shot into the waiting and eager ass. Garallen&#039;s thrusts become shorter, more jerky and finally subside altogether. He slumps down atop his lover, breathing hard and pecking Yuval&#039;s cheeks with light kisses. &ldquo;Well. . .that was enjoyable.&rdquo;<br />\t&ldquo;More than enjoyable. It was the best.&rdquo; He answers. Yuval takes the back of Garallen&#039;s neck and pulls him in for another kiss. The two of them wrestle around and cuddle on the bed, eventually pulling up the sheets and settling into each other. The young lad is the first to fall asleep. Once he does, the wizard feels along the boys tattoo and thinks deeply about the coming days. He wonders how much of a danger his previous student, Delano, might end up being.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>","pools_count":0,"title":"The Battle for E'hbel Chapter Fifteen","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":"48"}