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Chapter 8
Zalk was good at hiding in the shadows. Sometimes he pretended to be a rogue, an assassin a thief in the night. He was good at it because back home he had always been hiding from something or someone. He wasn't ever going to be a swordsman or archer, but he felt reasonably sure that if one day he learned how to use a dagger he'd be just as deadly.
Tonight he was racing against a clock. The problem was he had no idea what time the clock was set for. He had learned some disturbing news earlier in the evening and he made the decision to try to intervene, even though he'd be putting himself in danger.
He didn't care.
Through the shadows he went. He had to make sure he wasn't seen -- by anyone. He didn't want to be branded a traitor that was for sure. His father would certainly never forgive him of that. He was dressed in dark street clothes to make sure he blended in to his surroundings. After almost of an hour of sneaking through the dark alleyways he finally came upon his destination. He was a few blocks ahead of the robed figure on the horse, but he knew it was who he was looking for. He slid himself up against the wall and waited for the horse to approach.
"Pssssst," he whispered. "Pssssst,." He hoped the man would hear.
And thankfully he did. Abarj looked around, first to the left and then right, but obviously didn't see anything because he started forward again.
"Over here," he whispered a little louder this time. And this time Abarj clearly heard because he looked directly at Zalk. He was for sure though Abarj could not tell who it was in the dark though.
"Who's there," Abarj said much louder than Zalk would have liked.
"Please Abarj, come here..I'm begging you," Zalk pleaded.
Abarj must have heard the urgency in his voice because he dismounted and walked over albeit cautiously.
"It's me Zalk, Abarj," he said.
"What are you doing here," Abarj asked?
"I needed to come warn you, the King hired an assassin who is suppose to kill you tonight," Zalk announced. "I over heard him talking and came to find you as quick as possible, but you had already left."
"I see," Abarj said. "Well you have my thanks. Don't worry about me though I can take care of myself." Abarj smiled. And Zalk smiled back.
No one was around. An idea popped in to Zalk's head. Zalk scurried further in to the shadows.
"Come here," Zalk whispered. "I need to give you something."
Abarj hesitated, but did as asked.
When Abarj was close enough Zalk grabbed the man's cloak and pushed it open. Abarj instinctively flinched, but relaxed a second later.
Zalk grabbed his trousers and pushed them down. He looked up and smiled.
"A parting gift," Zalk said. He wasted no time taking Abarj's cock in to his mouth. Abarj moaned. Zalk didn't want to be gone too long so he sucked fast and furiously. Abarj's cock grew hard quickly and it was only a matter of moments before his cock was throbbing.
Abarj grabbed the back of Zalk's head and pushed him down forcing him to take all of Abarj's cock. He gagged, but adjusted and eagerly deep throated him.
"I'm going to cum," Abarj moaned. Zalk grabbed Abarj's cock and slid up and down the shaft while he continued to suck Abarj off. Abarj's body started to tremble. Abarj threw his head back and let out a deep moan.
The next thing Zalk knew was that his mouth was filling up with Abarj's hot load. Zalk savored the taste for a moment before he started gulping the juice down.
He removed his mouth and licked his lips.
"I hope you liked my parting gift," he said with a smile.
"I couldn't have asked or hoped for anything better," Abarj said with a chuckle.
"I have to get going or else I'll be missed," Zalk announced. "Maybe we'll cross paths again one day. But for now farewell Abarj and good luck."
And with that Zalk sped back off in to the night.
He heard Abarj say respond, but he was already out of earshot.
He hoped his warning would save the man from the assassin. He had done as much as he could. Zalk quickly made his way back to the palace and prayed that he hadn't been missed.
Now that Abarj was gone, Zalk already had another target in mind. General Bluegar was a powerful man. He was a no nonsense kind of guy. And he was the perfect man for Zalk to seduce. He just had to come up with a way to get in to the man's good graces. He didn't seem like the kind of man that got drunk and lost control very often. He probably wouldn't make a very good general if that was the case. Asking for advice was an easy way to get close to him of course. He was a hard man to read unlike Abarj. He hadn't been a challenge at all. Lord Farien, or rather his majesty, had been a lot easier than he had anticipated as well. But it had only been a hand job. He could guarantee though that hand job would lead to other encounters with the newly crowned King. He would make sure of it.
He had a feeling the palace was going to be a much more exciting place to live than his father's country estates. Oh yes he was looking forward to being the King's page for a very long time.
Chapter 9
Few things in life surprised Abarj anymore, but Zalk was one of them. The boy certainly intrigued him, and he had no idea what sort of game the boy was attempting to play. But he did wish him well. Zalk gave him a night he would remember, that was for sure. And tonight's blow job, while much too quick, was still an amazing parting gift. Most importantly though the boy may have saved his life tonight.
Abarj opened his pack and pulled out a small vile filled with a bluish liquid. He uncorked it and swallowed the liquid.
Immediately everything changed. His senses went in to hyper drive. The smell of rotting garbage slammed in to him. The dim street lights made him wince. The clothes he wore scrapped against his body. An owl hooted from afar and he cringed. His saliva, normally tasteless, was suddenly bold.
It took a few moments for him to adjust to his heightened awareness. He was anything but helpless, he thought smiling. He was a powerful alchemist, a secret that he did not share with many. His alchemy had saved him a countless number of times. But he didn't rely on it -- much. If your enemies knew your strengths then they could potentially turn them in to a weakness. However, an unknown strength was far more valuable and powerful. So he kept it a closely guarded secret.
He took another vile out. This one was filled with a reddish liquid. He downed it just as he did the other one. His body immediately felt alive. His muscles felt taut and firm. They weren't but they sure felt that way.
The first vial heightened his senses and the second heightened his strength. No one would be hiding from him in the shadows this evening.
Once he felt his body was completely adjusted to his newfound powers he continued on his original path. If there was an assassin he would have followed him from the palace, which meant he'd be behind him. He focused on listening to the sounds around him. Each one he could clearly identify now. The scurrying of the rats, boisterous laughing a few streets over and of course the hooting of the owl. Nothing seemed amiss, at least not yet.
If there really was an assassin that would mean Farien betrayed him, which wouldn't surprise him. He had been betrayed in the past, so it wouldn't be the first time.
A piece of glass cracked. He paused his thoughts. He smiled.
The assassin -- maybe?
He suppose he'd soon find out. He focused even more intently now on the sounds around him. He shut out the owls and laughing and other normal sounds. Footsteps. Behind him, but still far away enough away to not be dangerous. But they were getting closer. He could take off at a gallop and quickly escape but assassins had a way of following their prey. It was better to take care of this quickly. He rounded a corner and instead of continuing, he dismounted his horse right in the middle of the street. His horse was trained to stay. He ran to the nearest building where he could hide in the shadows. He withdrew a dagger and waited.
The footsteps were approaching. Closer. A man dressed in dark colored clothing rounded the corner and stopped when he saw the riderless horse. That confused him. He watched the man swing his head from left to right. When the man swung his head away from him, Abarj lunged from out of the shadows dagger in hand. He was on top of the assassin in seconds. The assassin obviously heard him and swung around with his own dagger. That one moment of shock killed him, as the dagger, with deadly precision, stabbed him in the heart.
What Abarj hadn't counted on though was the fact that there was a second man rounding the corner just as he was stabbing the assassin in the heart. As soon as the second assassin saw him he lunged forward.
Bloody hell, he thought. With his extra strength he leapt out of the man's way. The man twirled around and lunged again.
He leapt out of the way again. Not an assassin, Abarj realized, just a simple thug. Two true assassins would have killed him already.
This time he turned and waited for the man. He stood his ground -- weaponless. The thug lunged a third time. Instead of leaping to safety he simply sidestepped the attack and grabbed the thug's arm at the same time. He bought the man's arm down and his knee up. The impact snapped the thug's arm and he screamed and fell to the ground. He snatched the thug's dagger and quickly slit his throat silencing him. Finished. It was over.
Abarj lived to scheme and plot another day. He laughed.
He mounted his horse and this time took off at a gallop leaving the city behind once and for all.
His time in Marzana was over. He would have to travel to another kingdom and establish a new base of power. But where? One of the city-states perhaps? That was a very viable option the more he thought about it. He knew that Lyzall was looking to expand their sphere of influence. Their ruler was ambitious. He had secretly made a deal with Farien. A very dangerous deal had it gone sour. This time it proved successful. He would need an advisor, someone to guide him.
He smiled. It was as good as any idea, he thought as he galloped away from the city in the darkness of the night.
Chapter 10
Three weeks had passed since the coup. Gnefirti went to run his hand through his hair and realized it was gone. He still wasn't used to it be so short. Hykselm had shaved it bald and painted his eyebrows black in order to help him escape the palace. And it worked. He had simply walked out and no one was the wiser. Of course no one was expecting him to have a shaved head, black eyebrows and be walking along side Hykselm. Hykselm had said that as long as he acted like he had a right to be there no one would bother him and it worked. He was still in disbelief.
Once leaving city he traveled east. He had enough coin to last him awhile but at first he had decided to travel to one of the city states and begin to build a base of support. But then he rejected that idea. Did he really want to go back? Had he ever enjoyed being King? Not really.
So he kept traveling -- east. Past the city-states. And now here he was. In front of the Sarsansy. When he realized where he was, he also realized that he hadn't ended up here by accident. The Grand Sorcerer was fond of taking in outlaws and outcasts. And now he suddenly found himself in both categories.
He knew that in order for the Grand Sorcerer to take him in he'd have to pay the price. And, in fact, he realized he didn't mind. He was actually looking forward to it. At first taking Abarj was a way to punish him, but at some point he did it because he enjoyed it. He had told himself he just got off on humiliating Abarj. But that wasn't entirely truthful, he realized now. No he had enjoyed his experiences with Abarj on so many levels.
And then Hykselm took him. That experience awakened something inside him. At first he resisted, but Hykselm had taken him to another level. He had never felt or experienced anything like it. He wanted to feel that way again. He liked being in the arms of another man. He wanted to be there again. And that's why he had ended up at the gates of Sarsansy. He wanted to pay the Grand Sorcere's price. In fact he didn't think there was anything more that he wanted at that moment in time.
He smiled and gave his horse a kick to start moving again.
He casually strode through the streets of Sarsansy familiarizing himself with the city before heading to the palace. When he arrived at the palace he immediately recognized one of Marzana's guards guarding the doorway. He had forgotten about the thousand troops he was forced to leave behind on his retreat. He was kind of shocked to see that they had been given duties of actual importance. He doubted though the guard would even recognize him without his hair.
By the time he was granted an audience 8 hours had passed. He hadn't been truthful with who he was. He didn't want anyone to know he was there just yet. He nervous and giddy on his way to the Grand Sorcerer's audience chamber.
"You may rise. Now what is it you seek?" the Grand Sorcerer asked as he bowed down in front of him.
Gnefirti stood up and noticed the hint of recognition in the Grand Sorcerer's face.
"I am Gnefirti former king of Marzana and I wish to seek asylum with you," he said tipping his head.
The Grand Sorcerer hesitated before answering: "So it seems some of the information coming out of Marzana is correct. Except the part about you being dead. I was saddened and angered by the news of the coup. You had the potential I believe to be a great leader. Unfortunately you were advised by the wrong counsel. But with you alive this changes my plans. You may stay here as my personal guest as the exiled king of Marzana. I've never taken in a king before so this will be a first."
"That is very gracious of you, but I am no longer king," he said solemnly.
"If you wish to live here you will be. There are a thousand of your troops still here that need a leader. How many exiled kings can say they have a thousand troops at their command," the Grand Sorcerer asked laughing. "I assume you already know what is required for my protection?"
"Yes I do. I know the price and I accept it," he said. He didn't just accept it he was eagerly looking forward to it.
"So be it then, the deal has been stuck, an agreement made, you shall have your protection and I shall have my price," he Grand Sorcerer said with all seriousness.
Gnefirti just smiled and didn't wait to be told to take off his clothes. He just stripped down as quickly as he could. His sudden enthusiasm, he could tell, surprised the Grand Sorcerer. The Grand Sorcerer waved his hand and Gnefirti was lifted off of the ground. He felt so light. It was exhilarating. He floated around in circles while the Grand Sorcerer studied him. He felt like a piece of meat. And he liked it.
His time with Abarj and then Hykselm had changed him. It had opened up his mind to other possibilities, other pleasures he had never thought about growing up.
The Grand Sorcerer continued to study his body and take his finger and caress certain parts. He was admiring his body as it were a great and magnificent sculpture crafted by a world renowned artist. The attention certainly flattered him. He shouldn't be surprised. Women had for years looked at him like this. But having the Grand Sorcerer admire him meant something more he realized. The Grand Sorcerer had probably seen thousands of guys as beautiful as he. He must never tire of it, he thought.
The last time had been in this chamber he had been humiliated and shamed. Who would have thought that not only would he end up here again but he'd come back with such enthusiasm.
The Grand Sorcerer lowered him to ground. He opened his mouth to speak but Gnefirti was already falling to his knees and pushing the Grand Sorcerer's robes a part revealing a nice hard cock. He immediately took it into his mouth. The Grand Sorcerer moaned. He had sucked Abarj's cock several times so he knew enough about what he was doing to not embarrass himself.
His hands moved over the Grand Sorcerer's legs, butt and mid section familiarizing himself with the his body. He had a feeling he was going to get to know his body a lot better over the coming years. And he was content with that. His destiny had taken him from a being the son of a lord to the high lord of his house, a king and now the cocksucker to a man who ruled nothing more than one mid-sized city. Life could be cruel, he thought. Or it could be most enjoyable. It all depended on how you looked at it. He had failed as king, but he would make sure he would succeed as the Grand Sorcerer's newest cocksucker.
"Slow down your majesty...I have a feeling you'll have plenty of more chances to suck this cock," the Grand Sorcerer said.
He removed his mouth for a moment and looked up in to his eyes. "And I plan on taking every opportunity to do just that." He went back down on the hard cock. It felt so good in his mouth.
The Grand Sorcerer suddenly grabbed his head and pulled upward forcing him to stand face to face with him. He leaned in to kiss him and Gnefirti didn't stop him.
The Grand Sorcerer breathed in to mouth and Gnefirti inhaled his sweet breath. But as he did he felt something terribly different. His entire body tingled and it felt like it was on fire. A good kind of fire. Passionate fire. Ecstasy. The sensation quickly spread throughout his body enveloping him from head to toe. He was suddenly aware of parts of his body he'd never even thought about in the past. The sensitivity was suddenly magnified and each movement brought forth a mountain of pleasure. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor on all fours, his breathing heavy and ragged. He was trembling all over. It felt like he had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his entire life, but he didn't cum and he was still incredibly horny -- even more so now.
"Stand up," the Grand Sorcerer commanded. And Gnefirti obeyed. He was still breathing heavy. The Grand Sorcerer grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close kissing him again. This time Gnefirti prepared himself for the experience. But it turned out to be just a kiss.
For several minutes the Grand Sorcerer kissed him and Gnefirti kissed back. It felt good to be in the Grand Sorcerer's arms -- real good. He grabbed the Grand Sorcerer's cock and started pulling on it while they continued to kiss. He slipped his other arm behind the Grand Sorcerer and found his fleshy ass and held on to it.
"Will you fuck me," Gnefirti whispered.
"Not today," the Grand Sorcerer whispered back. "We'll have plenty of opportunities to do that. Today though I just want to enjoy being with you." Gnefirti nodded. This felt right, he thought. Hykselm and Abarj had felt good, but being with the Grand Sorcerer felt right.
They kissed for what seemed like hours while jerking each other off and caressing each other. He pulled the Grand Sorcerer close to him bringing their cocks together. He grabbed both of their cocks and gently stroke them with his right hand.
They continued to kiss and moan. A few minutes later he felt that familiar tingle in his nuts.
"I'm ready," he whispered.
"Me too," the Grand Sorcerer whispered back.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned as he started shooting. The Grand Sorcerer did the same. Together they came. He continued to slide his hand up and down the two -- now cum soaked -- shafts. He removed his hand and licked his hand to taste the mixture. The Grand Sorcerer licked his hand as well and smiled.
They kissed again.
It's good to be home, Gnefirti thought.
The End
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