Abarj stood on the plateau looking out over the forest below toward the grand city of Sarsansy. Each day that the army moved closer - his excitement grew. He would thoroughly enjoy the day his, or shall he say, his majesty's troops entered the city victoriously. There would be a bloody battle that would take place before, and perhaps half of his troops would be lost but the prize was so great it didn't matter. Once it was over he would be the sole ruler of Sarsansy and the Grand Sorcerer would be his humble servant. He laughed out loud at the thought.
"What is so funny Abarj," his majesty asked?
"Nothing your highness, nothing at all. I am just thinking about our upcoming victory, that is all."
"The messenger has been sent to the Grand Sorcerer. He will have three days to surrender himself and his city."
Abarj smiled and began to wonder what sort of fruitless fight the Grand Sorcerer would put up against him. He would be quite surprised to find out that not only did his troops outnumber the Grand Sorcerer's ten to one but he had a dozen wizards at his command. He had been disappointed he hadn't been able to employ any sorcerers to his cause but a dozen wizards would be more than enough to overwhelm the Grand Sorcerer into submission. The wizards, however, were not exactly thrilled to learn that they would be confronting the Grand Sorcerer himself and in turn they had asked to be relived of their duty. He had laughed at them, and promptly reminded them they were the ones who accepted without questioning the entire mission. The ones who had questioned hadn't received any answers and in turn they had refused. These twelve were the foolish ones who did not question.
Abarj left the plateau to return to his tent. He needed all the rest and relaxation before the upcoming battle. Six guards surrounded his tent at most times; those were not the only ones who protected him though. Six other men dressed in plain garb and masqueraded as servants and cooks and such were never far away. He walked up to the entrance to the tent and the two immediately lifted the flap to allow him in. As he walked past he whispered to them, "Summon Tol and Char."
One of the guards sped away for they knew to obey his orders without question and without hesitation. After he entered he lit the oil lamps. He walked over to his stand mirror where examined himself, which he did just about every night. His hair was completely gray now, not even one black one remained. Fine wrinkles criss-crossed his face. The sad effects of aging he thought to himself. An aging process that he still hadn't been able to stop. However, in just a few days, weeks or at most months, he would have all the secrets in the world at his disposal.
Just then Tol and Char entered. They were identical twins. The only difference between the two was a scar on Char's beautiful boyish face. However, even that lonely scar could not distract anyone from his beauty. He had chosen these two to accompany him on this grand quest. They were his nightly relief from the pressures of the day. They were also currently two of his favorites. They had been so for the past few months. He wondered how long they would continue to be so, few favorites had ever lasted this long.
"Come here boys," he commanded and they did so without question or hesitation.
He untied his robe and let it fall to his feet. His cock was already standing fully erect. Both of the boys fell to their knees, Char took his balls into his mouth while Tol licked his cock up and down.
Abarj let out moans of pleasure while the boys serviced his cock and balls. He grabbed Tol's head and shoved his head down onto his cock and commanded, "suck that cock boy, take it all into your mouth."
Char gently pulled at his balls with his teeth while Tol gagged on Abarj's cock. These two resisted in the beginning but they eventually learned that to resist Abarj was not only fruitless but could be dangerous as well. He trained them to be good little cock suckers.
Now they were always eager and more than willing to please him. They even seemed to enjoy themselves when he would allow them to of course. Tonight he would not, he was too exhausted. He would allow them to suck on his cock and balls until he came and then send them on their way.
Char and Tol switched places, with Char taking the cock and Tol taking the balls. They did this several more times before Abarj announced that he was ready to cum. Tol was working on his cock at the time of the announcement and quickly but gently pushed Char out of the way so he could position himself better. He took the whole length of the cock in his warm, moist mouth getting ready for the load that was about to come. He didn't wait long before he felt Abarj's cock twitch in his mouth and cum was pouring out. His mouth couldn't hold all of it and much of it slid out from his lips down his face and chin.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice Tol, now kiss him."
Tol didn't hesitate, he just turned his head and placed his cum drenched lips onto Char's and passionately kissed him letting the cum flow back and forth between their mouths.
The Sex Sorcerer walked through the corridors leading to the throne room. There was a messenger there, his guards had informed him. It wasn't very often someone was waiting in his throne room for him, and it didn't put him in a very good mood. Rather than waiting for the guards to open the chamber doors he threw his arms out and the doors crashed open. He entered the room to find a very surprised messenger. The messenger immediately went to one knee and held out his hand revealing a scroll.
Nothing seemed amiss so he yanked the scroll from the boy and opened it. He quickly scanned the letter; the letter it seemed did not improve his mood. He looked up at the boy with a nasty scrawl on his face.
"You may leave child and go back to your masters. Tell them they will have their answer on the morrow."
The child did not hesitate, he quickly sprinted to the door where the guards led him out.
"Summon, Alerick, Banotar, and Taric, immediately."
The two guards that accompanied him to the chamber rapidly sped away. Taric the dwaf wasn't far away at all, just around the corner, so he was the first to arrive. He had a questionable look upon his face but knew it was best to stay silent. Alerick and Banotar arrived there shortly after, both of them staying silent.
The Sex Sorcerer paced around the floor for a few minutes before he stopped and addressed the three men.
"I've received a letter today, claiming there are ten-thousand troops not a day away here waiting to attack us."
Taric asked with a doubtful look on his face, "Where are these troops from and who leads them, grand sorcerer?"
"They are from Marzana and the newly crowned king, his majesty Gnefirti leads them or at least he is the one who signed the paper. The one who really leads must be Abarj for he is the only one foolish enough to believe he can accomplish such a task."
Banotar then asked, "What are we to do Master?"
"Our troops are highly outnumbered and I suspect I am outnumbered as well. Abarj isn't a complete fool to think it would take only troops to overpower me. We have no choice then but to surrender," he announced with a perky smile.
The three of them raised their eyebrows but did not question his announcement - only waited for their orders.
"The three of you are to ready the palace as well as the city for the upcoming occupation. We must make our liberators feel welcome and at ease. For they will be our new masters."
Abarj rode on his stallion next to his majesty with three of the king's guard riding in front, in back and on each side. Abarj was not in a good mood, his plan had worked but it had worked too well. He had expected a long drawn out battle, not a quick and easy surrender. His majesty had taken the news in stride. He was still too new of a king to understand the plots and counterplots that surrounded him. He thought just because he was king, people, whether they were lords, commoners or foreigners would obey his commands without question or reluctance. Of course his naivety was one of the reasons Abarj had chosen to align himself with him and help bring him to power. The king did understand one thing at least, if wasn't for Abarj he wouldn't be king.
Abarj knew of enough of the Grand Sorcerer to know that he was a master of trickery. He would have to be very observant when they entered the city and especially the palace. He would have to make sure at least two of the wizards were around him as well as the king at all times. He would not be caught off guard.
As they approached the city Abarj soon realized the gates were closed. He knew this was some sort of trick; he was about to command a halt when the gates slowly began to swing open.
"I don't think it would be wise to bring our entire force into the city your majesty."
"Neither do I Abarj, perhaps just a thousand of them enough at least to match the Grand Sorcerer's troops."
Two horses rode toward the army, and his majesty ordered two of the king's guard to intercept them. After they inspected them, they led them back to the king and Abarj.
As they drew closer to the strangers Abarj realized one at least was not a stranger. It was the ambassador from Marzana, a man he had only met a couple of times past. A man he had completely forgotten about. A man he suspected his majesty never even knew about.
"Abarj, it is a pleasure to find you in good health"
"Who is this man Abarj?"
"Why, your majesty, he is our ambassador to Sarsansy."
"Your majesty, oh my, please forgive my rudeness. It has quite a while since I have had any credible information from Marzana."
"You are forgiven."
"Well then first I must congratulate you on your ascension to the throne of Marzana and secondly on your victory over Sarsansy. Sarsansy welcomes the throne of Marzana with open arms. May I introduce your highness and Abarj to the Grand Sorcerer's voice, Que'qui.
"It is honor to be the first to welcome the both of you into our humble city. We eagerly await our acceptance into the great nation of Marzana. Finally our city will be able to grow and prosper; no longer held back by the Grand Sorcerer and people's fear of him.
His majesty smiled but Abarj did not. This Que'qui seemed loyal to Sarsansy but not the Grand Sorcerer. It did not make sense.
Que'qui rambled on and on about nothing as they traveled towards the gates of Sarsansy. His ramblings were quite irritating but he kept his silence, he certainly did not want to offend anyone, at least not yet.
As soon as they reached the gates his majesty called a halt to the army. They already had their orders to make camp while a thousand had already been singled out to enter into the city. A force just large enough to match the Grand Sorcerer's if need be.
As Abarj's excitement grew with each passing minute his patience began to flee him. He could already feel the power in his hands, flowing through his body, he was ready to force the Grand Sorcerer to submit and obey his every command.
After the troops had been assembled they entered the city and what they saw surely wasn't what they expected. The streets were lined with people, cheering and waving, so many in fact guards were littered all over the place just to keep them back and off the street. The hero's welcome certainly took him aback.
The chamber doors opened unannounced and Alerick stepped through. Under normal circumstances he would have reprimanded him but these were unusual times.
"Grand Sorcerer they have entered the city. They have brought a thousand troops through the gates with them. They immediately seized control of the gate house. They were more, than a little surprised at the fact that the guards had already disarmed themselves."
"Have the preparations started for the welcoming feast this evening?"
"Yes Grand Sorcerer, the feast is being prepared as we speak as well as the bedrooms in the south wing of the palace."
Everything was going as planned so far, he thought. He nodded to Alerick and he turned and left. Juipil sat next to him. He was nervous about Abarj coming to the palace, and taking over. Juipil had finally worked up the nerve to come discuss it with him. He had reassured Juipil that everything would be alright. He also told him that if it made him feel better he could stay in the throne room for the time being. Juipil had quickly accepted.
"Grand Sorcerer, you seem tense today."
"The pressure my boy, it is a lot of pressure ruling a city such as this."
"If you don't mind Grand Sorcerer may I help you relax, it would be my honor."
The Grand Sorcerer smiled and responded, "of course my boy, work your magic."
Juipil didn't waste any time, within seconds he was between his legs undoing his robe, pushing it aside. The Sex Sorcerer's cock didn't waste any time standing up either. It was up and ready to go within seconds.
Juipil opened his mouth and took the whole cock in with one gulp. The Sex Sorcerer leaned back moaning while letting Juipil have his way with his manhood. Juipil was certainly one of the best and eager cock suckers in the palace. If anything Abarj was certainly a good instructor.
The Sex Sorcerer grabbed Juipil's head and forced it all the way down onto his cock. He pulled the boy's head up by his hair and repeatedly pushed it down again and again.
"Oh yeah, ummm that's good, very good."
After what seemed like hours Que'qui called a halt to the progression and announced their arrival at the palace. The palace loomed before them. It looked so much grander now that he was taking control of it. The time he had visited the palace he had come as a beggar, now he came as a conqueror.
"I will have someone lead your men to the barracks to set up their camp. Perhaps you will want to choose a few to keep with you as we enter the palace."
Abarj smiled at Que'qui. When his position in Sarsansy was secure he would immediately remove Que'qui from his post.
"A hundred or so will suffice, do you agree your majesty."
"Yes, choose the men Abarj."
"Of course your majesty," he replied tipping his head.
Abarj gathered all twelve of the wizards to bring into the palace, then his majesty's and his own servants as well as Tol and Char. Finally the King's guards and his own elite guard were chosen from the pack.
"If you are ready we shall enter the palace."
"We are ready."
Que'qui led them through the massive gates protecting the palace and into the courtyard. As they finally entered into the palace the aroma of beef and stew caught his noise. It smelled simply delightful, he thought.
"Are you preparing a feast?" Abarj asked Que'qui.
"That we are, for his majesty of course. This evening a celebration has been planned for his arrival, if it pleases you," he said bowing his head.
"That will please us greatly, it has been a long journey to Sarsansy," his majesty answered.
Abarj clamped his mouth shut. He was so used to answering for the King that when the King actually spoke it always came as a surprise.
Que'qui led them through corridors which led to chambers and anterooms which led to more corridors and more rooms. Abarj was completely lost and disoriented after the first few hallways. He wondered how long it would take to learn these passageways. Just as he was about to ask how much further they turned around anther corner and Abarj knew from the surroundings they had arrived at their destination; the throne room.
"We are here," Que'qui announced.
The party came to an immediate halt and began to spread out in the anteroom. The doors to the chamber slowly rolled open to admit them. Abarj nodded to his guards a dozen of them filed into the throne room followed by four of the wizards. He smiled at Que'qui to lead them in which he did so promptly. The rest of the party stayed behind.
Abarj and his majesty entered the throne room together. His eyes immediately found the Grand Sorcerer standing in front of his throne. On his right side stood an expressionless rugged guard. On his left stood a dwarven guard of all things. The Grand Sorcerer approached them hesitantly and Abarj quickly grew suspicious. He glanced at his wizards and rather than be alert they stood fidgeting nervously. His pleasant mood evaporated.
A few feet from his majesty the Grand Sorcerer fell to his knees and bowed his head.
"Sarsansy welcomes the King of Marzana as I, the Grand Sorcerer do. We unconditionally surrender to your wishes and humbly ask for your mercy."
"Why do you surrender so quickly," Abarj snapped.
"With ten-thousand troops outside of my city and a dozen wizards, what choice do I have. Sometimes it is better to surrender than to fight and be conquered," the Grand Sorcerer smoothly announced.
"I the King of Marzana, and now the King of Sarsansy accept your unconditional surrender. Your subjects will not be harmed and neither will you be as long as you corporate with me," he said and then as an afterthought, "and with my advisor Abarj."
"Thank you for your graciousness, your majesty. In honor of your arrival and victory I and my subjects have prepared a Grand feast for this Grand occasion. I am sure you and your people must be quite tired after your long journey. The entire west wing of the palace is at your immediate disposal. If you may excuse me your highness I must see to the feast and the other events of the evening. If it pleases you Que'qui will show you to the west wing. Your rooms have already been prepared. The servants of the palace are also at your disposal and will gladly see to any and all of your needs."
"Thank you Grand Sorcerer for you hospitality. It is greatly appreciated and will be remembered."
Abarj had one of the wizards thoroughly inspect his room. The wizard did not find any foul play. The room itself was fit for a king and he couldn't imagine the Grand Sorcerer's being much grander. Even the King's room in the palace at Marzana could not compare to this. He would enjoy living here immensely, he thought.
"Go fetch Tol and Char for me," he commanded the wizard.
"Of course Abarj," he grumbled under his breath.
Abarj was going to have to teach these wizards some manners sooner of later. After the dust settled from his victory of course.
He undid pants and waited on Tol and Char to service him. Not a moment went by before the he heard the knock at the door. "Come," he commanded.
Abarj smiled while the door swung open. His cock was already standing erect. However the person who walked in was neither Tol nor Char. Abarj quickly pulled up his pants but not before he was thoroughly embarrassed.
Abarj asked roughly, "Who are you?"
"I am sorry to inconvenience you, your lordship, but I am in the Minister of the Treasury. The Grand Sorcerer informed me that he was no longer in charge of these matters and directed me here to your room. If it pleases you there are people that need to be paid for the upcoming celebrations."
Abarj nodded his head and before he had time to think the Minister was bombarding him with numbers and figures. In the end Abarj just nodded his head and signed the papers, as quickly as possible. He was horny and wanted some relief from Tol and Char. After the last piece of paper was signed the Minister excused himself. Abarj and was ready for Tol and Char's company but instead another stranger walked in.
Abarj suddenly realized it was going to be very long night. The Grand Sorcerer had certainly relinquished his power quickly enough. Maybe this was why. Finally after many long and boring hours Tol and Char appeared in the doorway.
"Come, boys," he commanded quietly.
Both of them immediately fell to their knees and offered humble apologies for not coming when summoned.
"Please forgive us master, they wouldn't let us in," he almost whined.
"Yes, yes of course now take your clothes off."
Abarj was too tired for any interaction this night and so decided to just watch. His cock though apparently wasn't as tired as he felt for it was already as hard as a rock.
Abarj then asked,"Toll would you like to fuck your brother tonight?"
"Oh yes master," he quickly said and then pleaded, "please let me fuck my brother master, please."
"You may."
"Oh thank you, thank you," he responded.
They always had to beg when they were given a chance to please themselves or each other. They were quick learners Abarj thought. He doubted though they would continue to be his favorites for long with a palace full of young men running around. He briefly thought about Juipil and wondered what ever happened to him. He didn't get to think about it very long because Char was already naked and bent over, while Tol was lapping on his asshole, getting it nice and wet. It didn't take long for Char to start heavily moaning and rocking back and forth.
"Mmmmmm," Char moaned.
As Char's moans grew louder and louder Tol's licking grew more aggressive. Char reached his hands around and spread his cheeks open so Tol could bury his face deeper into Char's ass. Abarj watched as Tol's saliva slid down Char's slender legs forming mini-rivers.
Like a sword Tol's cock thrusted forward with pre-cum sputtering out of the piss-slit, splattering on the floor. Abarj's heart raced while he jerked himself off watching the two brothers.
Char apparently couldn't wait any longer for he said, "brother you must fuck me now."
Tol reluctantly removed his buried face from Char's glory hole, but he could not refuse his brother's request. Tol stood and positioned his cock for penetration. With one hand he guided his cock into Char's ass and with other he gripped his brother's hip. He pushed himself forward into Char and pulled Char back onto himself at the same time. Together they met in the middle with Tol's cock being completely immersed inside of Char. Tol let out a sigh of pleasure and Char arched his back and let out a gasp of satisfaction. Tol grasped Char's other side and started pushing and pulling Char back and forth in short rapid thrusts. Abarj knew that was how Tol liked to fuck. Some men liked to fuck by almost pulling their cocks out with each thrust but Tol liked to keep as much of his cock buried inside the hole as possible. So because of that his movements were always quick and short; he liked maximum contact.
It didn't take long before Char's face was red and drenched in sweat. His moans steadied off into a consistent rhythm that matched Tol's movements. Abarj watched the twins intently as he bit his lip and continued jerking himself. He knew that Tol was getting close because he had leaned back on the soles of his feet and he was clenching his toes. Char further arched his back as if waiting for his brother's load.
"Brother I need to cum," Tol weakly announced.
"Fuck me brother, fill me up, shoot that load," Char responded with the little breath he had to spare.
After getting the permission he sought, Tol didn't waste anymore time. His already rapid fucking intensified and not long thereafter his quiet panting turned into a shriek of ecstasy. His whole body tightened and shook at once and then let out a long sigh of relief. His shoulders slumped but he did not remove himself from Char's ass. Instead he grabbed Char by the chest and pulled him up. He leaned his head back on Tol's shoulder and Tol started nibbling on his neck. With one hand Tol grabbed Char's nipple and pinched it and with other grabbed a hold of his balls. Char stroked his cock and leaned back into Tol.
"Yessssssssss," he moaned.
"Cum brother, cum for me, shoot it, shoot it. Oh yeah brother, there you go shoot it for me, shoot it," Tol pleaded.
Char did as he was asked and shot his hot load. Shot it indeed, for part of it flew up and splattered onto Tol's cheek. Char shuddered once, twice and then his shoulders slumped and a long sigh or relief emerged from his lips.
Abarj could feel his cock swelling up with cum. He was ready, so ready indeed. He bit down on his lip until he could no longer bear it and finally he came, shooting his creamy load.
His whole body relaxed and he slumped back onto the back his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. He didn't remember dismissing the twins, he just suddenly realized they were gone. Had he fallen asleep he wondered when a knock came at the door.
"Who is it," he asked faintly.
"Abarj, your lordship, the Minister of the Palace Guard is here to consult with you on urgent matters," the courier announced.
(to be continued)
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