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The Plight of Strolin Chapter 4
When Scott got back to the room, Wil talked him into going for a swim. The palace had it's own private swimming area, and since it was a warm afternoon, Scott agreed.
They left Wil's room, traveled through the main corridors until they reached the smaller servant's passages. They passed through them quickly, and anyone they encountered on the way quickly went about their own business. They came to a small stairwell, and went down a few quick flights of stairs, until they reached the outside threshold. They entered the garden maze, with its high hedges and finely cut rows.
After so many twists and turns that Scott had no sense of direction, Wil brought them to a halt. "This is the entrance. It used to be my parents' favorite place to relax whenever they weren't busy, but when I was born they had the gardener block it off. I found this one-day when I was bored, and wanted to get to the middle of the maze. I jumped between the limbs, and fell into the pool. Since then I have explored this place, and it's my place to be alone with my thoughts."
Wil walked over to the hedge, moved a few limbs aside, and went through. After Scott followed, they rearranged the plant, and were in a completely enclosed area. The pool was beautiful. The water was clear and clean with carved stone on the bottom and around the sides. Benches for contemplating were at various places along the side, and the pool was feed from a fresh-water spring.
When Scott got through giving the place a look over, Wil motioned to a nearby bench, and they sat down. Scott had a wistful look on his face. "This is a wonderful place. Thanks for bringing me here. Most street kids never learn to swim around here, but I had to." Wil glanced over at his friend; the thought of someone not knowing how to swim was unheard of, up until this moment. "What do you mean you had to learn how to swim? Swimming is lots of fun."
Scott laughed for a bit, and then continued. "When I learned to swim, I didn't do it for fun. I had been thrown into the river by a bunch of older thieves who didn't like a young guy moving in on their territory. They certainly enjoyed throwing me in, but I was scared to death. Let's just say that I learned to swim very fast.
After I got out of the river, I would take some time every few weeks to go to some shallows and swim around. I enjoyed swimming in still waters, but I also needed to be a strong swimmer. I found that not many thieves can swim, so I had a few underwater hiding places for my riches."
Scott had been staring at the water as he told his story, and when he finished he glanced over at Wil. Scott let out a surprised yelp. Wil was holding his sides, and laughing until his face turned blue. While Scott had been talking, Wil had taken all of his clothing off, and was now standing there nude. By the time Wil had stopped laughing, Scott had recovered from the shock. "Wil, shouldn't we be more careful? We're outside, and have no closed doors to hide us from view."
Wil shook his head. "I always swim naked. No one has ever come here when I was around, and so what if they do? I'm not scared to show them a perfect body." Wil smiled and made an act of looking Scott over. "And from the looks of you, I think you should be happy to show some ass." Wil started laughing again, and this time Scott joined in.
In less then a minute, two nude boys were jumping into a pool of cool water. They swam around for a while, and although Wil was a great swimmer, Scott was the stronger one. He had learned to swim against the river current. After some lap swimming, and a few races, the boys started getting a bit more playful. Wil loved to swim under the water, and come up and grope Scott. And every time he did it, Scott would dunk him under, and then return the favor.
After a couple hours of play, both boys were exhausted, and ready to get out and rest. They climbed out of the pool, and sprawled out next to each other, to let the sun dry them. From the combination of their closeness, and the sun's warmth, they were both soon hard. Scott's hand started to inch it's way towards Wil's cock, when Wil stopped his hand.
The town's time keeping bell was starting to ring. It rang 3 times. "Damn, just when we were about to have some fun. Sorry bud, but we'll have to continue this later. We're already late! Let's Go!" The boys jumped up, dressed like mad, and ran for the castle.
Piffin and Griffin had been walking around Dugron, and observing all of the street magicians. Some they found were real, and simply lacking strength in magic, but others they found were fakes.
For one particular fellow, they decided to have some fun with him. He was a total fake, and was also very infatuated with himself. He also was working with a very poor pickpocket, who would try and rob people of their purses while the 'magician' distracted them. This swindler's name was Sterfean. Piffin and Griffin decided to teach him a lesson.
Each time he would try to use one of his slight of hand 'magic' tricks, Griffin would ruin each and every one. His pop-up flowers were wilted. His doves came out crows. His cards fell from his hands, and all happened to land face-up, with the same card showing on each. The crowd was becoming openly hostile, and rotten produce was flying.
While his brother was busy destroying Sterfean's reputation, Piffin was busy stealing from the pickpocket. As soon as the thief placed something in his tunic, it was transported back to its owner's pocket.
By the time Sterfean looked like a moving salad, and his thief friend was thinking it was time to go, the twin mages had gotten bored with their game.
As the brothers were leaving, the crowd was ready to lynch the con artist and his thief. Piffin and Griffin were satisfied that they had taught the crooks a lesson, and it was getting towards the time of the banquet.
On the way to the palace, they stopped at a few shops, to see what they had to offer. After another hour of touring the town, it was time to return to Prince Thrin's hospitality.
Trylon, Falon, Carzo, and Fenta had been visiting various shops, and taverns around Dugron. Any shop they bought something in, or any tavern they ate something in had lots of bragging rights of serving the first dwarves and elves seen in over 70 years. The townspeople would watch where they were going, and what they were doing. Some younger boys and girls even followed them around.
They only had one problem during their entire outing. When they entered the tavern named Silver Spoon, for a midday meal, a group of drunks got violent with them. They had finished their meals, and were sipping some of the local brew, and chatting away when three large, dirty, and drunk men approached them. The men weren't overly intelligent, or they would have known that any one of the four could have beaten 3 drunks easily.
The leader of the three grabbed Trylon by the shoulder. "You're a pretty boy, why don't you come into my room and I'll show you what a man can do. Then I'll let my two friends have a go at you." Trylon simply stood up, and towered over the drunkards. "I think it would be the wisest decision you could make to leave very quickly." The three men started to laugh, and everyone else in the bar moved away from the possible fight.
The leading drunk pulled out a small knife and waved it menacingly in front of the elven prince. With lightning speed, Trylon used his left hand to grasp the man's knife hand, and used his right palm to deliver a strong blow to the man's sternum. As the man bent over in pain, Trylon's right knee met the man's head with a hard strike. The man fell backwards, and lay unmoving on the floor.
When the other two drunks saw their friend go down, they both lunged towards Prince Trylon. Since neither was thinking clearly, they forgot that their target had friends. Carzo caught the one on Trylon's right, and used the momentum to throw him through the window. Fenta tripped the second man, and Falon caught him by the throat. With his left elbow he hit the junction between the man's neck and shoulder. The last man fell like a sack of potatoes.
Fenta and Carzo each grabbed a body, and threw them out the window to rest with their other friend, until they regained consciousness. When the three men had been thrown out, the people left in the bar started clapping. Before the quartet had to listen to endless chatter of their deeds, they chose to make their exit.
As they left the building, the time bell tolled twice. They still had an hour left before the meal, but they were all hot and sweaty from the fight, so they wanted to clean up.
The time bell rang for the third time, and Thrin entered the dinning room. All of the council was supposed to be present. Then as he looked around in more detail, two of the council members were missing. "I see that my son and his friend are running late. This may be a good time to mention that my son would be late even if the world depended on his punctuality."
At this point, Scott and Wil came running in, gasping for air. While they were trying to catch their breath, the rest of the council was busy laughing and howling. The boys started to blush bright red, and Thrin couldn't resist poking fun at them. "Speak of the devils themselves." If it was possible, they started to blush even more, which only added to the others' laughter.
Thrin raised his hand, and the room was quiet. "Enjoy this wonderful feast, and afterward, spend your last night before moving out however you think best. If there are any last minute details you think of, let me, or one of my staff know. After this meal, I most likely won't see you until tomorrow morning at dawn. Let us dine."
The dinner went by, but very little was spoken. Everyone was thinking about going out and saving the world, or their loved ones having to do it. When the meal had been finished, and the dishes removed, Thrin called for the evening's entertainment.
Tonight, for his guest's pleasure, Thrin had hired an acting company to perform a play. The play was about a small band of heroes saving the world from an unspeakable evil, and Thrin thought it would be a fitting play to have performed. Although some of those present enjoyed the play, most of those who would be leaving in the morning didn't pay attention to it. They were each lost in their own thoughts.
When the play had ended, the council applauded, and threw the tips that were expected. When the actors had all left, the room was once again silent. Prince Thrin stood up, and addressed the council one last time. "I will see you at dawn.
It would be good to spend this night wisely, for I'm sorry to say, it might very well be your last. Queen Aretha gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand. The others simply nodded their heads in agreement and understanding.
Thrin took his wife's hand, and led her away. Trent got up, and without a word, went his own way. The team of saviors each went their own way, or went with their partner.
Scott ran towards the Steflen, the goldsmith's shop. The play had taken up more time than he expected, and it was already past sundown. He reached the shop, and the lights were still on inside. When he entered the shop, Steflen was standing right inside the door, with a leather-bound bundle in his hands.
Steflen exchanged his bundle for a small pouch from Scott. "Not that I don't trust you Scott, but it is just habit for me to count." Scott smiled, and nodded his head. When Steflen had counted the coin, his jaw fell as if it was hinged to his face. "Scott, this is over twice the amount that we agreed upon. If you'll give me a minute, I'll get you your change."
Scott placed his hand on the opening to the money pouch. "Keep it. For having the work completed so fast, and to still be able to keep it at your normal quality, you deserve it. Thanks again for doing this for me." "I'm glad that I could be of help, if you ever need any more work like this, I would be honored to have your return business."
With a wave and a smile from both parties, Scott left the shop, and headed back towards the palace.
When he reached the palace, he headed straight for Wil's room. He leaped up the staircases by twos and threes, and dodged between or around servants in a mad dash to reach his goal.
Scott reached Wil's room; Wil was sitting on the bed, looking towards the door. When he saw Scott enter his face lit up, and he jumped to his feet. "Where have you been? This is our last night before we have to leave, and I wanted to have some fun with you." Scott held out his package, and returned Wil's cheerful grin. "I had to make a quick stop. I'm looking forward to the fun as much as you are, but I want to give you a gift first."
Scott opened his package, and removed a large piece of jewelry. "Alright Wil, stick out your left wrist." Wil quickly moved his left arm into easy reach of Scott. Scott grinned, and placed the bracelet he had designed on his friend's left wrist. "Well, what do you think?"
Wil took a long look at his gift. It was a gold bracelet that had two hinges on the side of the main plate, which swung down to connect the bracelet with a latch. On the face of the main plate, it had a large ruby in the center, and an emerald on both sides of the ruby. Etched around the jewels, was his name, Wil. Along the top and bottom of the main plate, was a pattern that was of creeping vines with leaves. "Scott, it's beautiful. I love it, but it must have cost you a fortune."
Scott's grin broadened wider, as he pulled a second bracelet from the now empty bag. This bracelet was exactly like the first, except where the first one had Wil etched in it, this one had Scott. Wil took it out of Scott's hand, and when Scott put his left wrist forward, Wil placed the second bracelet on Scott's wrist. "Now we have a matching symbol of our friendship."
Scott nodded. "I thought that it a fitting gift. So, do you want to get to the fun you mentioned earlier?" Wil nodded his head, took Scott by the arm, and led him towards the bed.
Wil pushed Scott onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. He rested on his knees, with one on each side of Scott. He slowly started to take off Scott's clothing, starting from the top, moving towards the bottom. When the older boy was naked, he started to do the same for his friend, but Wil pushed his hands away, stood up, and winked.
Prince Wil started to gyrate his hips, moving in sync with some rhythm that only he could hear. He slowly removed his tunic, and started to tease Scott by inching his pants down, then pulling them back up. Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed, and leaning forward watching intently.
All that remained on Wil was his loincloth, which he thought was the most comfortable of the underclothing. He turned around, so his back was facing Scott. Then he slowly pulled down his last scrap of cloth until he was fully naked.
Then he started to slowly rotate, but just when his prize was about to come into view, he would turn the other way.
Finally Scott could take no more. He jumped off the bed, and grabbed Wil by the shoulders; he spun the younger boy around, to gaze at his friend. The two boys smiled at each other, and hand in hand, made their way towards the bed.
When they reached the bed they lay down on their sides and looked into each other's eyes. Wil reached out, and started to slowly run his hand along the side of Scott's face, and down to his ribs, then back up again. After a moment, Scott started to run his hands along the smaller boy as well.
Wil began playing with Scott's right nipple. Rolling it between his fingers, then pinching it and lighting pulling it. Scott's eyes fluttered for a moment, then he started to massage Wil's chest. Wil moved from Scott's right nipple to his left and gave it the same treatment.
Scott rolled onto his back, pulling Wil on top of him. They stared into each other's eyes, and then Wil moved his face closer and closer to Scott's. Their lips touched in a gentle kiss. Scott gasped, and Wil pulled back. Wil turned his head and started to pull away, but Scott held him close.
With Wil trapped in Scott's arms, he continued to struggle, until he was too tired to continue. When he stopped thrashing, his sobs were audible. His entire body quivered as he wept. Scott rubbed his back until Wil calmed down some. Scott moved his right hand and gently turned his friend toward him. "Wil, why are you trying to pull away? You never have to be afraid of me."
Wil's eyes were downcast. "I'm so sorry Scott, I wasn't thinking. Please don't hate me. When you gasped, I knew I had gone too far. Please don't hate me, you're my only friend."
Scott moved down until his face was even with his friend's. Then he moved his head and gave Wil a slow, drawn out kiss. When they were both in need of air, they parted. "It wasn't that you had gone to far, or that I was mad. When we kissed, it felt so right, so wonderful. That's why I gasped. Please forgive me. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."
Their eyes meet and after a moment, Wil stopped his crying and his body stilled. Then he moved closer and returned the kiss to Scott. They cuddled close together and kissed again and again.
Their night passed slowly and peacefully. They kissed and cuddled all night long and found themselves wrapped close together the following morning.
In another room, the two dwarves Carzo and Fenta prepared themselves for a bit of slumber. Fenta had already gone to bed early, because he had consumed a vast amount of ale earlier in the day. No one can hold their liquor and ale like a dwarf, but even they have their limits.
Carzo slowly walked over towards his companion's bed. Fenta had stripped before sliding under the covers, which presented Carzo with a prime opportunity. The greatest mystery in dwarven society was if your friends were male or female.
Carzo could just take a quick peak under the covers, and see what sex he was falling in love with.
Carzo slowly slid his hand towards the coverlet. Just as he reached it he pulled his hand away. He'd leave the surprise for later, but he really was falling in love with Fenta. Soon, he would find out all of his friend's secrets.
With a long sigh, Carzo removed his clothing, and slipped into his own bed. He wasn't sure when he could reveal his feelings for Fenta, but it had to be soon.
The two elves were busy tonight, since they knew it might be a while before they had another chance. Trylon was slowly lowering himself down onto Falon's large cock. Although in public Trylon was in charge, in private he preferred to submit to his younger brother.
Neither elven prince was a virgin. In fact, they were both far from it. Inch by inch Trylon lowered himself, until Falon's penis was all of the way in. For a moment Trylon held himself there, merely flexing his anal muscles to drive his brother wild.
When Falon could take no more of this, he grabbed Trylon around the waist, held him close, and rolled over. Falon started to slowly stroke in and out of his brother's hole. A steady rhythm that soon had the entire bed swaying in beat. Trylon wasn't lying there idly, but was pushing back with all of his ability.
Falon could feel his brother getting close, and decided to bring them off together. Using all of his flexibility, Falon leaned forward and started to lick Trylon's cock while still stroking his ass.
With only a couple of minutes of tongue rolls and hard suction he could tell his brother was about to orgasm. With one last mighty push and suck, the brothers shared in a powerful orgasm.
When they had recovered from their pleasure waves, Falon pulled out from Trylon's loosened hole. Falon rolled back onto the bed, and Trylon moved over and licked his brother clean. When he had finished, Trylon crawled up into his brother's arms, and they were quickly asleep.
Not to be left out, the twin mages were enjoying the last night before the impending quest as well. They had relaxed after the meal with some herbal tea, and had discussed what they thought might happen in the days ahead.
The night was growing short when they finally made it to bed. They were lying side by side, observing the differences between their bodies, and the similarities. Their skin tone and muscle build were so close they looked like copies. Only their hair colors showed any differences in the twins' appearances.
Piffin closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around his twin. They faces moved together, and shared in a light, yet passionate kiss. Griffin licked his way around his lover's body, staying longer at the nipples, navel, and inner thighs.
When he reached the inner thighs he pivoted his body so his head was in line with Piffin's groin. While Griffin was doing his best to avoid directly stimulating his brother's penis, Piffin had started to lick into Griffin's butt.
He slid his tongue up and down the crack, and ran circles around the opening. Then he plunged his tongue inside, and pressed as far in as he could. Moving his tongue in circles, Piffin soon had his brother prepared.
Griffin turned back around, and then let Piffin climb on top of him. Griffin used his mental strength to will his rectum to open and remain open, far beyond the normal range. And once Griffin was fully opened, Piffin thrust fully into him with one push. Griffin now concentrated on making his hole as tight as possible to give the utmost pleasure.
The twins focused their minds on each other, and soon had a mental link between them. Their thoughts and feelings were carried along this bond. While the two slowly rocked back and forth, and later picked up speed, they each fed off of the pleasure the other was receiving.
With an exchange of love between them, they hit a mutual climax. The combination of their own pleasure and that of their lover was mind shattering. When they finally separated, there was no mess. As if they had never done anything. They only broke the mental link as they fell into sleep.
As dawn approached, Prince Trent was again acting the part of a spy. He crept silently along the corridors, and checked from room to room of the palace guests. He first entered his older brother's room, and as he expected, found Scott and Wil intertwined.
He smiled and slowly backed out of the room. He went down another couple of doors, and slid into one of the larger guest quarters. He picked one that had a silent door, and was quickly inside. In the large bed the twin mages were sleeping cuddled close together.
Trent smiled again. He turned to sneak back out, and came to a sudden stop. Like a silent sentinel Piffin was standing in front of the door. Trent recovered from his shock quickly, and turned to run for an alternate exit. Griffin was standing no more then one foot behind him. Trent was trapped.
Piffin lightly placed his hand on Trent's shoulder. "It's not polite to spy on guests, is it?" Trent's eyes were downcast and head bowed. "No sir, it isn't. I know I shouldn't have done this, sir." Piffin gave a wink to his brother. "We'll not bring him any trouble, but we can still have some fun." Griffin gives a small nod to his brother to show he agrees. Trent missed the entire exchange between the brothers because he was to busy worrying about what was going to happen to him, so he didn't dare look up.
Piffin dramatically paced a few steps back and forth; he rubbed his chin, and turned his head to the side. "What do you suppose we should do with you?" "Perhaps tell your father that we were intruded upon, and our dignity robed." Trent's eyes bulged because he feared what his father would do to him if he found out what he had been up to. "Please sirs, please don't tell him." Griffin stepped forward to Trent's left side. "Or we could deal with you ourselves, and teach you a lesson."
Trent was getting worried. He started to quiver. Piffin and Griffin had scarred him, and that wasn't quite what they had planned for. "You're lesson Trent, will be to never get caught when you are spying." With that they each ruffled Trent's hair and patted him on the back.
When Trent looked back up, the mages had disappeared. He would practice, but for now, he'd just go to his room and try to stay out of the way.
Everyone had his own way of waking up. Wil woke to Scott kissing him. Trylon awoke to Falon lightly nibbling on his penis. Carzo and Fenta were roused by one of the palace servants. Griffin and Piffin were startled by Trent crossing their wards. And Thrin was awakened to find he had overslept, and needed to rush to see the heroes off.
When Thrin arrived, most of the party was prepared to depart. Along with Wil, Scott, Piffin, Griffin, Trylon, Falon, Fenta, and Carzo were 5 hand picked elves and 5 dwarves. They would support the main team, and protect the selected men with their lives.
The team each had a set of clothes for each region, woodlands, desserts, mountains, night travel, and combat equipment. Each had their preferred weapons, clothing, and foodstuffs for a few weeks travel.
When all were assembled, they moved to the gate, and lined up in two lines, leaving a gap in between them. As soon as the gap was formed, the teirven came running through the gates. Eighteen came, one for each of those who would go. To everyone but the elves, it was wondrous that the needed number would come without even being summoned.
The dwarves had protested that they would run, and could keep up with any animal, but it wasn't to be. The team mounted the sturdy beasts, and although the humans and dwarves weren't used to riding a teirven bareback, they all managed to find their seat.
Without turning around or uttering a single good bye, the teirven started running towards the boundary of Dugron. Pride was obvious in Thrin's eyes, but Aretha's were filled with tears.
This day would be a long hard ride, as would many after it. Ahead awaited a long road and a difficult quest.
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