LANCED-A-LOT
By: Silenos
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LANCED-A-LOT: Chapter 28
I did not see Shik or Gwydion again until supper that night. They both had grins like the cat who ate the canary and the sight of them both charged me up. My lance rose just at being in their presence. I was as hungry for them as I was for dinner. Regrettably I would have to do the marriage dance charade again that night, so I made sure of the seating arrangements so that I would have to "drop my knife" next to Gwydion. Not to leave anyone out I also made sure Shik sat next to the cute brunette who had serviced me on the previous evening. They knew what was coming and sized each other up, they did not know each other except in passing but both seemed pleased with the arrangement. Across the table I noticed Brood calculating the seating arrangements himself and sitting one seat over from where he normally sat. Usually he made it a point to be on the receiving end of the "dropped knife" but that night he definitely calculated to be a "knife dropper", it would seem our little display from the morning had given him pause for thought.
As we ate Gwydion spoke, one hand under the table, sliding my tunic up and taking my very hard and leaky lance to stroke. "We found a place. Shik will come for you tonight after your duties are fulfilled." He said.
"Ngh!" Though intrigued I was unable to talk, eat, and control myself at the same time with his grip growing firmer and moving faster on my cock.
He gave me a devilish smile, knowing full well the torment he was putting me through. He would periodically ease off his ministrations to scoop up my juices, rubbing them around my bellend and then along my shaft to lubricate it.
"Something wrong Bu..., er Jack? You don't seem very talkative tonight." He corrected himself.
"Urk!"
He picked up his pace and I had to put my head on the table and just breath as I hit my moment and tried to keep my howl down to a groan and shot all over the floor under the table. Catching my wind again I looked Gwydion in the eye. He was daintily licking my come off his fingers as if it was spilt gravy while chuckling. "Did something you ate not agree with you?"
"No worries," I smirked back "something I am going to eat will settle my stomach."
"I hope it will be delicious."
"I'm sure it will be." I smirked back, hardly able to wait for the point in the meal when I could drop my knife. That time came only a few minutes later, minutes that seemed to me to be hours. When the first knife dropped I was under the table in a flash.
Pushing Gwydion's tunic up I found his beautiful stiff lance waiting for me, already dripping. I wasted no time, lapping up his sweet juices then sucking in his bollocks and rolling them on my tongue. His musk was driving me insane. From above me I could hear a moan. He sank lower on the bench and spread his legs making him more accessible which suited my purposes brilliantly. My mouth gave up his bollocks to one hand which began to fondle them while, while the other steadied his shaft so I could lick and kiss it, teasing his pee hole with my tongue. More groans from above.
I glanced to Shik busily at work on a remarkably long lance beside me. Even in the dim light under the table he seemed to be enjoying himself. He caught my eye and winked. Finally I took Gwydion's lance in my mouth and sunk to its base, bobbing on it with gusto, working it with my tongue. He was delicious! His scent down there was incredible and he began to buck into my mouth, eager for release. I caught Shik's eye again and motioned for him to follow my lead as I released the steadying hand to push it into the crack of Gwydion's arse, fingers seeking his hole. Shik nodded happily and did the same. Our fingers found their marks penetrating them and pushing into the pleasure berries inside. Gwydion tensed and I heard an "Oop!" Someone started smacking the table above, then there was a loud "Ngh!" sound and my mouth and throat were suddenly being flooded with come. It was salty sweet and the taste was enough to set me off hands free.
Eventually I pulled off and leaned over to Sprite to exchange a kiss and mix the rewards of our labors with each other. On rising back to the table a smiling, panting, Gwydion asked "Did that settle your stomach?"
"Mmmm, I'm not sure. I think I might need some more of that medicine later." It was all I could do to keep from kissing him.
"Happy to oblige." He said.
Looking around the Shik's companion had his head on the table top and was breathing heavily. On the other side I saw Brood with a rather stunned look on his face and a rather silly, satisfied, smile. I looked at him and put my palms up to my shoulders and shrugged, asking how it was. He gave me two thumbs up. Our ugly friend seemed to be having a change of heart and liking bollocks as well as bosoms. I would have to ask him the next day about that.
After dinner the usual dog-and-pony show was enacted. I noted the group outside Idris' door did not include Agatha. Mandy (Mandragora) was there and explained that since Agatha had already prophesied the conception she thought she should not be there or she would be obviating it; that made sense. Mandy went on to tell me that the rumors were already spreading between her own gossiping in the kitchens and Ceres in the village she had already been asked twice if she "had heard." We both got a laugh out of that before I entered Robin's rooms.
We put on the show and all retired to Robin's chambers where Idris told me he had mentioned my idea about the outlaws, we had spoken of it late that afternoon, and Castlemount had agreed in principle. Especially when Maq came up and suggested it as well. They were by no means the workforce that would be needed to erect Mountview, but there would be that many fewer laborers he would have to provide to get Mountview habitable. He also mentioned that Maq had said he expected the last part of the Castlemount wall would be finished the next day, something Gwydion had not mentioned. Not that, that was surprising, we'd had other things on our minds when we were together.
As we were talking there came a soft knock at the hallway door which Michael answered. "Sprite, what are you doing here? You know we can't play around with that bunch in the hall."
"I know I came for Bug. We, that is I, need to speak with him for a bit in private." Stumbled Sprite. "Can you come out with me for a bit Bug?"
I looked at Idris who shrugged and nodded. Michael and Shik were giving each other mischievous looks, and I thought I knew what was going through their minds. Nonetheless I left with Shik.
We tripped out of the building and thankfully Sprite had thought to light a torch as it was a dark night. Putting a finger to his lips as voices carried, he led me to one of the back towers and up the stone staircase that hugged the wall. There was nothing on the second level, and he led on to its third. A very naked, very hard, Gwydion was waiting in a room lit by candles. It was just below the roof of the tower and had a small window on every side. The warm night breeze made the candles flicker. There was a rickety table and some straw pallets on the floor covered in blankets. There was no need for words, we had our hide-away. I thought it a marvelous den.
As Shik and I quickly stripped Gwydion said "All the towers are like this, but there are no men to man them. Nobody comes here and I plan on putting up a wall and a door to keep it for us."
"It is wonderful!" I squealed and Shik and I threw ourselves into his arms, the three of us stiff and dripping, our lips and tongues mashing together as one. That is until we heard a noise; voices. I knew who that was and I pulled away with a giggle.
"I believe we have company, I will be right back." I jumped naked through a window and began to crawl down. It was the same rough stone as the house but provided even better finger holds. Looking up I could barely see the shocked faces of Shik and Gwydion. I realized I'd told neither of them about why I was called Bug. Regardless, it was too late then and the fun was too much fun to pass up.
Michael and Shik were stumbling in the dark having not brought a torch, they had entered the tower and were crawling in the virtually pitch black of the building as they crawled up the stairs giggling and cussing all the way.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked Shik in a whisper.
"This is where the torch disappeared" answered Michael.
"WE should have brung a torch," hissed Shik.
"They'd might have seen us then." Michael stage whispered back.These two would never make it in the thieving world, I thought to myself as I crept up behind them.
"Be quiet, they'll hear us. We want to surprise them."
"BOO!" I yelled behind them causing them to shriek in terror and fall upon each other. It made my day.
This tale came to me from a wealthy friend who found it bound in his family's extensive bookshelves. Nobody could read it as it was in a strange hand and written in a mix of the common tongue and Norman French of its day. His family has lived in the same place, if not home, for centuries and are what one might consider landed gentry. My friend brought it to me in hopes I might be able to transcribe it into the English of our own time as that sort of thing is what I do. I have updated it only in that I have made such things as measurements, expressions, and such understandable by our reckoning today. What I found in my labors was quite startling. It would be wise for the reader to remember that mores were different then, and that the perception of "age" was as well. Average life expectancy was about 33 years, and people were smaller too, the average height being about 5'7". Insofar as I can tell these pages were written after the Norman conquest, but not by much. England, Scotland, Wales and Cornwall were all very much their own kingdoms, with petty kingdoms within, and Vikings could still be something of a nuisance in some parts even though history says their terror ended in exactly 1066. . Editing I have eliminated anachronism and tried to make it common speech so much as is possible. EG: these, and thous are replaced with you, me and us. Medieval English can be very confusing and I apologize if I have gone too far in the transliteration.