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Magnus Locke, Royal Justicar By Garwin Ipswitch Chapter One
Magnus Locke was the youngest son of Lord Argus Locke. He was nine years old when the Royal Justicars came. Lord Locke was in open rebellion against the crown, working to turn the other Lords of Halgevant against their King. They believed that the Humans should not be involved in a war between Elves. The King had devoted significant military aid to their allies, the Sheersci Elves, who were at war with another faction of Elves called the Heldani.
In recent months, the rebellion had gained ground, winning several key battles against the Kings army. While they didn't have many behind their cause yet, there was a sentiment growing among the people of the Kingdom that this war was better left between the Elves.
Magnus was aware of his Father's rebellion, but didn't actively participate like his older Brothers. He had trained to wield a sword, but Lord Locke hadn't allowed him to fight in any of the battles because of his young age.
Frustrated, he watched as his Father and Brothers strapped on their armor and swords and prepared to meet the Royal Justicars. He would be left behind, to watch from the tower overlooking Castle Locke. He hoped that he wouldn't have to watch his family be killed.
Lord Locke had roughly two thousand soldiers under his command, and two other minor Lords had joined him in his rebellion, adding another eight-hundred and fifty men. Magnus couldn't understand why they didn't just stay in Castle Locke, defending the castle was surely easier than meeting the Justicars on the battlefield in open combat?
He was even more confused when the Justicars made their appearance. He had expected an army, instead he saw three men dressed in black leather armor, with silver, hooded cloaks. They appeared to be unarmed and calm despite the fact that they were facing Lord Locke's army.
Lord Locke and his other three Sons rode out to meet the Justicars, separating themselves from the bulk of their soldiers. The Justicars dismounted and stood, waiting. Magnus could tell they met, and there was a brief exchange of words. Lord Locke was the first to draw his blade, but it cost him heavily. With barely a hand gesture, the Justicar slammed Lord Locke with a concussive burst of energy. He was thrown off his feet, landing roughly on the ground, knocking his breath from his lungs.
Magnus watched, helpless, as his Brothers drew their swords and attempted to fight. His eldest Brother, Garos, actually landed a blow against one of the Justicars that should have killed them, but his sword simply bounced away like it struck an invisible wall. It was no use, the Justicars were too powerful and quickly overwhelmed them. The small army that Lord Locke had organized wasn't sure what to do. None of them were moving to help their Lord, instead letting the Justicars have him.
The tallest Justicar stepped toward the army and raised his hands in the air. Red energy flared to life in his palms, it was almost too bright to look at. He directed the energy at the army, discharging bolts at the soldiers. Streaks of red death flashed through the air, melting men inside their armor. A single bolt melted through thirty men, killing them all. Most of them didn't even have a chance to scream before their bodies were liquified.
The Justicar continued his attack until every single soldier on the battlefield had been killed. The gore was unimaginable, and energy literally crackled in the air. With the army out of the way, the Justicars advanced on Castle Locke. His Father and Brothers were in chains, being pulled along behind the Justicars.
Magnus raced down from the tower, he would tolerate no more hiding. As he entered the courtyard of Castle Locke, he came face to face with the Justicars, who were speaking to the gathered crowd.
"By the Kings order, Argus Locke has been stripped of all land, titles and wealth. The Locke family is to be executed for treason." The Justicars used their powers to close all the gates of Castle Locke, trapping everyone inside with them.
Argus Locke attempted to speak, but a Justicar jabbed something into his ribs and dropped him to his knees in pain. Magnus could see fear in his Father's eyes, the Justicars were going to kill them all.
"I, Justicar Gredsal Hulgin, will carry out the executions. Argus Locke, you are to be executed last, after watching us execute your traitorous family." Magnus saw the Justicar grab some sort of rod from a shealth on his hip, it was about a foot long, with a barbed spike on one end and a small rounded ball on the other. The rod was glowing the same red color as the energy that had melted the army.
Something woke up inside Magnus, came bubbling up from somewhere deep. He was angry and scared and frustrated and suddenly, it was just there. Power like he had never felt was at his finger tips, waiting for his guidance. He focused the energy on the rod that the Justicar was about to place on his fathers head.
The rod turned molten hot in the Justicar's hand, severely burning him, he dropped it, swearing profusely. Magnus saw shock on their faces as the Justicars tried to process what had just happened. Within a few moments, all three of them were looking at him. They exchanged glances, Magnus could tell that they were communicating somehow, even though they weren't speaking.
With his one good hand, the Justicar flicked his wrist and Magnus was levitated off the ground, floating in midair, "Who are you boy?" he asked.
"Magnus Locke," he replied, defiant.
"Ah, the youngest Son," the Justicar said, approaching him, "This was seriously painful." he held out his blackened hand, showing Magnus the cooked flesh. "Where did you learn to do that?"
Magnus didn't feel the slightest remorse, "It just happened. You were about to kill my family." In truth, Magnus was in a state of shock. He could still feel the power brimming beneath the surface, like a boiling ocean, waves lapping against his conciousness.
The Justicar smiled, "What an interesting turn of events." He held up his hand, gazing at the burns. Blue energy seemed to form right out of the air, condensing around his hand. Amazingly, the flesh began to heal, knitting itself back together right before their very eyes. He gave a quick glance back at his fellow Justicars before continuing, "It seems my colleagues and I have a disagreement about how to proceed, Magnus Locke. On one hand, our orders are to kill you and your family, but on the other hand, you clearly have Power. We have standing orders to recruit those with Power to the Royal Justicars."
"Magnus, we are going to offer you a choice. If you come with us, we will spare your family, with the exception of your Father. You would be trained as a Justicar, with the full backing of the Kings authority. Your Mother and Brothers would be free to live out their lives as they saw fit, as long as they swear their allegience to the King."
For a moment, there was silence as Magnus considered what the Justicar was saying. Before he could speak, his Father broke the silence, "Magnus, take the deal. Save your Mother and Brothers." His Father didn't even look at him as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the Justicars.
Magnus felt overwhelmed, being asked to choose between losing his entire family or losing only his Father. "May I have a moment to speak with my Father, privately?"
The Justicars nodded, walking a short distance away. One of them waved their hand and Magnus stopped levitating, dropping back to the ground. Magnus ran to his Father and Brothers, who were all still chained, on their knees in the mud, "Magnus, you must agree to their terms. I could not bear to think of them killing us all." His Father was pleading with him.
"But they will kill you, Father." Magnus tried to choke back tears, but it was no use.
"Of course they will, Son. The King ordered it. They follow orders, its what they do. Go with them, become a Justicar, but be better than them. Don't just follow orders. Do what's right. Always." Those were the last words that Magnus would ever hear his Father speak.
He walked over to the Justicars, "I will go with you, in exchange for the safety of my family."
"Your word, boy," one of the other Justicars snapped at him.
Magnus swallowed hard, "You have my word."
The Justicar covered the distance to his Father in less than three strides, "Your first lesson as a Justicar, how to kill with a Kyval." He pulled out the rod sheathed on his hip, it charged with red energy as soon as it was in his hand. He set the rod on Argus's forehead, the red energy surged into him.
Magnus watched as his Father's eyes went wide with shock, he saw the life snuff out of them, saw as his body slump over like a wilting flower. He was dead. His Mother began to sob hysterically and his Brothers hung their heads and shed silent tears.
Justicar Hulgin addressed the people of the castle, "Castle Locke now belongs to the Crown. You have three days to gather your belongings and vacate. Argus Locke will receive a traitors burial in Bildafost," the Justicars turned to Magnus, "You have one hour to gather your things and say your goodbyes."
Magnus didn't even know where to begin. His Father's body was still laying in the mud where Justicar Hulgin had killed him. He ran to his Brothers and saw that there were still chains on their arms. He felt his anger flare, and his Power along with it. The chains fell away to dust, releasing his family.
The Justicars observed, but said nothing. They walked back to their horses and remained with them, waiting for Magnus to join them. All of them had pulled their silver hoods back over their heads.
Magnus and his Brothers all hugged their mother, who seemed even more distraught than they were. She couldn't stop sobbing, and she clung to her boys like they might also die at any moment.
He had no time to grieve with them though, the Justicars expected him. He left his Mother and Brothers and went to his room, sorting through his things, trying to decide what he should take. He settled on a boot knife, a spare set of clothing, and his waterskin. He took several days worth of rations from the stores of Castle Locke. Other than that, he couldn't see how there would be anything else he would need.
The journey from Castle Locke to Bildafost was almost a month, though it seemed much shorter to Magnus. Despite the fact that the Justicars had killed his Father, he was settling into a comfortable routine with them as they traveled. They were keeping him distracted and busy, showing him things he would never have discovered on his own.
As he trained, he kept his emotions deep inside, making sure to never show the Justicars how much he hated them. How much he wanted to slip a knife into their hearts while they slept. They had turned his whole world upside down and taken him from the family that he loved.
This thing inside him, this Power that had woken up at Castle Locke, it was strong. Energy seemed eager to obey his thoughts, responding to his Will with ease. The Justicars were all to happy to show him how to use the Power.
They taught him how to feel certain energies and how to manipulate them to do his bidding. He could speed up his body's ability to heal itself, he could shield himself from things like arrows and knives and swords. He could lift things and move them with his mind, or he could smash things with concussive blasts of energy.
They also taught him how to forge a Kyval, and helped him make his first one. It was an intense process that took an entire night to make. Gathering the material for the Kyval was the most interesting part of the whole process.
One evening, after they had finished their meals, Justicar Hulgin snuffed out the fire with a burst of energy from his palm. After a few minutes, their eyes adjusted to the darkness and the stars overhead became visible. There were billions of them shining their light down upon them.
Justicar Hulgin broke the silence, "Use your Power, reach out there, feel the stars. Feel the planets orbiting them. Feel the life spread all throughout the Cosmos. Spread your Power as far as it will go and just feel."
Magnus grabbed his Power and cast it out like a net. He felt a rushing feeling, as if he had tapped into some new current of energy. At first he thought he would be swept away, but he instinctually adapted, anchoring himself to the energy of the planet beneath his feet. His mind was experiencing the Universe like a body experiences sex. It was an intimate Knowing that was deeper than anything he had felt in his entire life.
"Somewhere out there, you will find the material to create your Kyval. You must find it, and call it to you, here." Without any further instruction, Justicar Hulgin walked away, leaving Magnus to figure out the rest on his own.
Magnus spent the next two hours exploring the stars with his Power. Feeling his way about, clumsily, like a child that has just learned that it has the ability to walk. There were certain stars that stood out to him more than others but they didn't have any material that he could grab ahold of and call to him.
His Power swept over the planets, again finding materials that called to him, but he wasn't able to exert enough force on them to call them here. It was as if some other force were counteracting what he was trying to do. After another hour of feeling the planets, he pushed his Power to even greater lengths. Suddenly, he felt something, small, but he could sense that it vibrated when his Power contacted it.
His Power was sensing a vast field of rocks, many of the rocks had the exact materials he needed. He focused on one of the rocks, calling it, feeling the material inside that he needed. His Power grabbed the rock, pulling hard, moving the rock at impossibly fast speeds. There was a magnificently loud boom as his rock struck the atmosphere of the planet. It burst into flame and became molten, parts of it disintegrating as it fell.
Magnus could sense that there would be more than enough material to make his Kyval. With his Power so spread out around him, he could sense everything. He could even sense the other Justicars and their thoughts, which abruptly brought his Power crashing back into his mind.
"Another lesson boy. When you cast out with your Power, you must guard your thoughts, because your thoughts go with your Power for all to see and hear," Justicar Hulgin explained.
His rock streaked across the sky, a bright ball of molten light. Justicar Hulgin reached out with his own Power and grabbed it, halting it's decent. It levitated safely down to the ground, and he cooled it with a snap of his fingers. "Lets see what you've found, Magnus. Shall we?"
He regarded the rock, using both hands, he made a twisting motion and the rock collapsed into dust. The dust began to separate in mid air, forming different, but distinct groups. Some of the dust was clearly metallic, while other dust was simple dirt. But the most interesting dust was a strange white substance, almost a liquid, yet powder. It seemed to shimmer when looked at directly, although the shimmer wasn't present when peripheral vision was used.
"I've never seen a material quite like that," Justicar Hulgin said, intrigued. He let Magnus take control of the various dusts with his own Power. "Listen to your Power, it will know how to forge your Kyval."
With all the dust now in his possession Magnus was able to get a good feel for it all. He could sense that the Kyval would be white when it was finished, and it would shimmer. He began to form the Kyval, piece by piece. The dust formed up and began to glow, returning to a molten state. The air became hot as the molten dust began to swirl around, and energy crackled between the particles.
A large cloud had built up now, swirling faster and faster. Arcs of energy were zapping throughout the whole cloud, faster than the eye could see. The Justicars stumbled backwards, shocked at what they were seeing.
Suddenly, the dust and energy condensed with a horrid clanging sound. A small shockwave was emitted that nearly knocked them off their feet. Suspended in midair, hung his Kyval, so brilliantly white that it appeared to glow. He reached out and grabbed it, causing it's energy to flare to life. The energy around his Kyval wasn't red, like Justicar Hulgins, it was black. The Kyval itself remained glowing white, but dancing around it were small bolts of black energy.
Justicar Hulgin called out to him, "Magnus, pull back your Power from the Kyval, don't fill it with so much!" There was a note of urgency to his voice. Magnus slowed down the flow of Power and saw the black energy reduce intensity.
"Why is mine so much different from yours?" Magnus asked them.
"I've never seen a Kyval forged that way." Justicar Hulgin said, in awe. "You must have somehow included an exotic element into your Kyval. It's going to have properties that no one could even dream of."
"Has something like this ever happened before?" Magnus asked.
"One other Justicar forged a Kyval with an exotic element, but it was not the same as yours. That is a story for another time. We must teach you to use your Kyval."
In the beginning he felt clumsy, but he was picking it up fast. It was a unique weapon, responding differently depending on what type of energy you chose to charge it with. It had been the weapon used to kill his Father, and he resolved to master it's use.
By the time they reached Bildafost, Magnus had a basic understanding of Kyval combat, and could easily manipulate his telekinetic energy. He was introduced to the Justicars formally, given a bunk in the barracks, and a trunk to store his things.
Magnus would follow the same rigid routine for the next ten years. The first part of his day would be spent training with his Kyval as well as other strenuous physical activity. The second part of his day was spent exploring and learning to manipulate energy.
On the eve of his 20th birthday, Magnus was officially granted the title, privelege and status of a Royal Justicar. There was a small ceremony, in which his fellow Justicars proceeded to get him so drunk that he managed to forget the majority of the night. Despite his memory loss, he woke up in his own bed in the barracks, entirely naked.
His hangover was in the midst of a full symphony, when there came a knock at his door. It was the Chief Justicar, come to give him his first assignment. "You were specifically chosen for this mission, and not by the Justicars. The King has tasked his youngest son, Prince Drahvin, with investigating a series of vault robberies across the Kingdom."
Magnus was intrigued, "How much gold are we talking?"
"Millions. Literal millions of gold coins have been stolen in the last several months. Prince Drahvin chose you himself, I'll have you know. Something about wanting a Justicar with new blood, not yet accustomed to the current Justicar operations."
"So he chose me because I'm new?" Magnus asked, wondering if that was truly the reason.
"And you are the same age as he is. I'm sure that factored into it. You will be spending a great deal of time with the Prince. The vaults that were robbed are spread across thousands of miles. It's part of the mystery, the robberies occurring so far apart and within such a short time frame. Leads one to ask certain questions, logistics and whatnot."
"Expectations?" Magnus asked, knowing that the Justicars would have some for him.
"Surprisingly, there is only one. Do whatever the Prince asks of you. And we mean that. Whatever he asks or needs from you, you will give it. Understood?" The Chief Justicar waited until Magnus nodded that he understood. "You will report to the Prince directly, before the end of the night. Make arrangements. The Justicars will provide for your travel expenses during the duration of your mission with the Prince, you will also be provided with a horse."
"Anything else I should know?" Magnus took the scroll containing his orders from the Chief.
"Prince Drahvin is rumored to be arrogant, spoiled and exceptionally difficult to work with. Evidently, that's why the King has chosen him for this mission. He is hoping that some time away from court, out in the world gaining experience will do the young man some good."
"Great, so I'm babysitting a full grown brat?" Magnus groaned, his hopes of a good first mission were quickly going out the window.
"You will be accompanying the Prince and dispensing the Kings Justice wherever it is needed. Babysitting isn't a word that I'd repeat if I were you," the Chief said, a note of seriousness creeping into his voice, "Remember, Magnus, you will be representing the Justicars on this mission and you will act accordingly."
"Yes, Chief," Magnus said, lost in thought. He recalled meeting the Prince once before, when they were much younger. The Royal family had come to Castle Locke in order to recruit soldiers for the War of Elves. At first, his Father had refused, but when the King made it an order, he grudgingly complied. It had been the start of his Father's rebellion, that moment between he and the King.
Magnus didn't have many things that belonged to him. He had left most of it behind when the Justicars had executed his Father. He was able to pack all of his stuff into one small pack, slung over his shoulder. His Kyval was arguably his most prized possession now, and it was his constant companion, never leaving his side, even during sleep.
The Royal Castle was fairly quiet as he entered, having already been cleared by the guards at the gate. He had been told that Prince Drahvin spent most of his evenings in the library, reading.
The library wasn't as grand as some that Magnus had seen, but it was still spectacular. Shelves of books lined every wall from floor to ceiling, and the ceiling was vaulted by a significant amount. There were lamps, chairs, benches, stools, ladders, quills and ink, desks, and anything else you might expect to find in a library. There were ornate, stained-glass windows that ran from floor to ceiling between the shelves.
Despite it's size, there was only one occupant, who Magnus assumed was the Prince. He was a young man, roughly the same age as Magnus. He stood stooped over a book, furiously copying down information. His quill scratched across the surface of the paper with a sort of annoying cadence.
He approached the Prince, "Prince Drahvin?"
The Prince turned toward him, "Can I help you?" Magnus could tell that he had interrupted whatever it was the Prince was doing.
"I'm Justicar Magnus Locke. I was told to report to you before sundown," he bowed before the Prince.
Now that he knew who Magnus was, his attitude changed, instead of annoyed, he became rather pleasant, "Ah yes. Magnus. Glad you chose to come. Please, have a seat, let's get to know one another. We are going to be spending a great deal of time together, I won't have us as strangers."
Magnus sat across the table from the Prince, who swept aside his book, quill and paper, "Tell me, Magnus, why did you become a Justicar?"
"The story is not pleasant, my Prince." Magnus had to swallow back some of his emotions. It had been years since his Father's execution, but it had hung fresh in his mind through all that time.
"I do not fear unpleasantness. Please, share your story."
"My Father, the late Lord Argus Locke. As you know, he started a rebellion against the crown. I was just a boy when the Justicars came for him. I watched as their power demolished his army, literally dissolving the soldiers in their armor. I watched as my Father and Brothers were apprehended. I watched as the Justicars forced their way into my home and, by order of your Father, explained to us that we were all to be executed for treason. Right as the Justicar was about to kill my family, something inside me sparked to life. Power. I used it to disarm the Justicar. My actions shocked them, and they offered me a choice."
"A choice? The Prince asked, confused.
"Yes. They advised me that I could choose to join them and spare my family. If I declined to join them my entire family would die, including me. So you see, I came to be a Justicar to save my family. The Justicar's gave me their word that my family would be safe, with the exception of my Father, who had to pay for his rebellion."
"My Father always has made a tyrannical use of his Justicars. I've never approved, but I'm the youngest prince, so not much say in anything. If I can successfully resolve these robberies and bring the criminals to justice, my Father has promised me a Lordship, which is as much authority as I will ever see."
"Well, I will do whatever I can to assist you. You have my word as a Justicar." Magnus wasn't sure why, but he already felt a bond building between he and Prince Drahvin. Conversation seemed natural and easy between them, and they lost track of time, talking to one another well into the small hours of the morning.
Magnus spent the next several days helping Prince Drahvin make travel arrangements. The city of Teldis would be their first stop in the investigation, as it had been hit the hardest. Thirteen million gold had simply vanished from the vaults overnight. The fastest way to reach Teldis was via ship, the Prince was in command of three. The Royal Navy provided a battleship and two smaller warships as escort.
The battleship was named the Greshaw and it was a monster of a ship. It had a crew of one-hundred, and could carry an additional two-hundred soldiers. It was armed with twenty catapults, which were mounted on top of rotating pedestles allowing them to fire in any direction. fifty javelin launchers lined the deck of the ship, allowing the sailors to rain sharp, extremely heavy javelins down on enemy ships.
The smaller warships had crews of roughly fifty men, with five catapults each. They were much faster than the larger battleship, which made them invaluable during naval combat. They could speed in and distract the enemy while the larger battleship came into range.
The Greshaw was equipped with luxurious guest quarters for both Prince Drahvin and Magnus. The trip to Teldis was a long one, putting them at sea for well over two months. Halgevant was an exceptionally large kingdom, covering vast amounts of land.
The sailors were a crass bunch, with entirely different types of humor from both Magnus and the Prince. They passed their idle time with copious amounts of drinking, singing, and wrestling. The sailors had formed a sort of wrestling tournament amongst one another.
Surprisingly, the wrestling matches were all held in the nude. There were only a handful of rules; no biting, scratching or attacking genitals, and the loser was required to submit sexually to the winner. At first, the rules had shocked Magnus, but he eventually came to see the benefit of such a game among the men. Sexual play between members of the same sex was a common occurrence in the culture of Halgevant. Sexuality was considered a thing to be kept in balance, between masculine and feminine.
Magnus didn't have much experience in the sexual arena, having been taken to the Justicars when he was nine. He had pleasured himself to orgasm more times than could be counted, but had yet to experience an orgasm shared with someone else. Neither he, nor Prince Drahvin had chosen to participate in the wrestling matches, instead they drank in the audience with the rest of the crew.
There was one night in particular, about a month into their journey to Teldis, where a wrestling match had gotten fairly heated. One of the sailors had refused to submit when he lost the match. It had ended with a bloody brawl between the two, and the losing sailor got fucked anyway. Both Magnus and Prince Drahvin had been watching the match with a few other crewmen. Bottles of rum were being passed around frequently.
More and more throughout the trip, Magnus and Prince Drahvin had been staying up late and sleeping well into the morning. A friendship had developed between them that neither had been expecting. The fight between the sailors had stirred a bloodlust in Magnus that he really hadn't ever felt before.
It was hot and humid out, and the rum wasn't helping. He was sweaty, horny, and looking for a fight. Prince Drahvin was in much the same condition, and for the first time in since they had known each other, Magnus actually found himself attracted to the Prince.
Drahvin noticed Magnus looking at him and flashed him a smile, handing him a bottle with maybe a swallow or two of rum left in it. His blond hair was thick, but cropped short, and messy, some of it sticking to his sweaty forehead. He nodded in the direction of the guest quarters, silently beckoning Magnus to follow him.
Magnus quickly finished the rum and followed his Prince. Drahvin went inside his room, leaving the door open for Magnus, who was close behind him. The Prince sat down on the bed, clearly nervous, but he couldnt hide the desire in his bright green eyes. He grabbed Magnus and pulled him down onto the bed with him.
Magnus felt his heart racing in his chest, "I've never..." Drahvin put a finger on his lips, shushing him.
"I have, so don't worry. Just be here with me, in the Now," Prince Drahvin said.
They pulled their clothing off, exposing the stark difference between their two family lines. The Prince was smaller framed, but toned and well-defined. His skin was tan and smooth except for a small trail of light blond hair that went from his belly button down to his cock. His pubic hair was curly, but well trimmed. His cock was decently proportioned to his body, and already erect, around seven inches long. Magnus found himself most drawn to the Prince's ass though, as it was round and shapely.
Magnus was slightly more hairy, but rather than the blond hair and tan skin like Prince Drahvin, Magnus was a ginger. He had fiery red hair and pale white skin, but the hair on his arms and legs was so light, you could barely see it. The hair on his chest was darker, the red standing out especially around his cock, which was also erect, and larger than the Princes, around nine inches in length and significantly thicker. Magnus had a larger frame than Prince Drahvin as well, not only taller but with more muscle.
Drahvin pushed Magnus back on the bed, kissing him. Magnus, in his inexperience, allowed Drahvin to take the lead. Drahvin continued kissing him, moving from his lips to his neck. He kissed first the right side of his chest, then the left. Working his tongue and lips further down, tasting his stomach and the fiery red trail of hair. Drahvin inhaled deeply, taking in the masculine scent coming from Magnus's cock.
Magnus had never gotten his cock this hard on his own, and he felt like he absolutely needed to be inside the Prince, as soon as possible. The head of his cock was thick, and beat red. Drahvin was barely able to get his mouth around it, and when he did, Magnus was taken to a whole different level of pleasure.
He had only ever experienced his own hand around his cock, but this made his hand feel inadequate beyond measure. Drahvin started sucking and Magnus gasped, his head fell back on the bed and he closed his eyes, lost in the sensations Drahvin was giving him. Drahvin moved his lips up and down, his tongue gliding along the shaft, while he stroked up and down the base of Magnus's cock with his right hand. He used his other hand to gently cup his balls and rolled them playfully between his fingers.
Magnus couldn't help it, he moaned with pleasure, looking down at the Prince as he sucked. His lust was nearly through the roof as he watched his cock disappear down his throat. The way the Prince was playing with his balls, he hadn't realized how much extra pleasure could be added to his orgasm.
But Drahvin wasn't going to let him go yet. Drahvin kissed his way back up Magnus's body, back to his lips. He sat on his chest, putting his cock in Magnus's face. Magnus took the Prince in his mouth, carefully avoiding his teeth. At first it was difficult, but after doing it for a few moments, he got the hang of it. Drahvin ran his fingers through Magnus's ginger hair while Magnus sucked him. Magnus kept his hair slightly longer than the Prince, and it was curled in thick locks.
As he sucked, Magnus reached both his hands behind Drahvin and firmly grabbed his ass. He could tell that Drahvin liked it, because as soon as he started playing with his ass, Drahvin's cock got harder in his mouth.
"Ah! Fuck, Magnus!" Drahvin pulled Magnus's mouth off his cock, bent down and kissed him, passionately.
Magnus gave in to his lust and took over, flipping Drahvin over and exposing his perfect bubble-butt. He slapped his ass hard, and buried his face in it, tasting his hole and letting it drive him wild. Drahvin was moaning, it was a needful moan, Magnus could instinctually tell what Drahvin wanted from him.
With Drahvin face down on the bed, ass up in the air, Magnus grabbed his throat with one hand and his ass with the other. He lined his cock up with Drahvin's hole and thrust inside him. He squeezed hard on the Prince's throat as he shoved his way in, cutting off his air.
Once he was all the way inside, he loosened his grip, letting Drahvin breathe again. Drahvin spoke through panting breath, "Fuck Magnus, take me. Don't stop until you fill me with your fucking ginger seed!"
Magnus cut his air off again, and humped him hard, pushing him down into the bed aggressively. He had never seen this side of himself before and he liked it, the domination of another man was intense and satisfying and pleasureful all at once. And the fact that Drahvin seemed to like and and be encouraging his roughness made it even better.
Drahvin grabbed Magnus's ass and pulled him in deep, while Magnus once again released his grip, letting him breathe. Drahvin took control and had Magnus lay back on the bed. He mounted Magnus, riding his cock, leaning down to kiss him as Magnus grabbed his rocking hips.
They were sweating profusely, but neither of them cared. They were lost in one another, completely. Magnus loved how Drahvin's cock slapped against his belly as he rode him. He grabbed Drahvin's cock and started to jerk him off.
After only a few minutes of this, Drahvin had his orgasm. His seed spurted from his cock, splashing Magnus across the chest, mouth and face. His hole clamped down hard on Magnus's cock during his orgasm, which made Magnus go too.
"Ah fuck!" Magnus pulled Drahvin close and kissed him as he filled him with his seed. His cock stayed hard for a long time after his orgasm, Drahvin didn't let him pull out until he was completely soft.
They both laid on the bed, breathing heavily, sweaty. Magnus was literally covered in Drahvins seed, though a large amount had shot straight in his mouth, it was still all over his stomach, chest and face. "Let's go for a swim, the ocean is calm," Drahvin said, getting up out of bed. As he stood, copious amounts of Magnus's seed came dripping out of his hole and down his leg.
Magnus jumped up and slapped him hard on the ass, leaving a hand print on his right cheek. They kissed, Drahvin cupped Magnus's balls, "You must have really filled me, it's still coming out of me." He wiggled his ass at Magnus.
Magnus winked at him, "Careful, keep doing that with your ass and I'll fill you again."
"I'm not sure I believe that was your first time," Drahvin said, eyeing him suspiciously.
"We watched enough wrestling matches between the sailors, I picked up what i needed and filled in the rest." Magnus said, kissing him again.
There was only a handful of sailors on the deck of the ship, most of the others were asleep. The ship was dead in the water with no wind to catch their sails. Magnus and Drahvin jumped over the edge of the ship into the water, completely naked. Swimming with one another, washing away the sweat and sex, they made several laps around the ship before climbing back on board.
There was still several more hours before the sun came up and they were both tired after their romp. "Come to bed with me Magnus, you can have me again in the morning." Prince Drahvin kissed Magnus and they disappeared into his room, the door shutting quietly behind them.
Thank you for reading the first chapter. There are many more adventures with Magnus yet to come.
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