WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.
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TALES FROM THE SPOOKY WOODS
8 - Treyn and Foxy
by
G. Cutter
Greetings, I am Treyn and I have been asked to relate my story by my host Red Hood and his companion Wolfy. That's the formal bit and now for the story.
I am penning this story two weeks after the events so most of it will be fresh in my mind and if I fall by the wayside my fox , rather originally called Foxy will will fill me in on the details. I am a Mage, a Student Warrior Mage and that means I have magic and use this magic to defend my world and it's creatures both human and not against the forces of evil. I have a Master as everyone has but I am a fighter in my own right. I think I proved that in my last conflict with the Dark and my Master had said I could drop the Student from my title but a little humility never goes amiss.
We, and that is Datton and myself had brought one adventure to a very satisfactory conclusion and I had arranged to meet up with him and his travelling companion Taylor at Datton's cottage in the Everdark Woods, this would be two days travel for me not using magical means so I set out on foot with my familiar Foxy intending to meet old friends along the way. We got the the edge of the vast woods on the evening of the second day and decided to press on hoping to reach the cottage by nightfall. These woods were no place to be in daytime let alone after dark but I had my senses fine tuned and a protective spell around me, I didn't really want to finish up as some forest creatures late night snack... believe me readers I jest not.
I grossly miscalculated and we may even have drifted off track a little when I spotted a rocky outcropping and a cave which curiously appeared to have a mist coming from it's entrance. I was Mage after all and approached curiously and saw that the mist was, in fact, fine snow and it was blowing from inside the cave which you must admit is odd if not downright weird.
'Don't go in there,' Foxy whined from behind me but I ignored him as I usually do. He has his uses but a fearless guide isn't one of them.
'Come,' I ordered. 'Perhaps we can shelter and build a fire, it's getting dark.'
'You noticed,' he laughed which in his case is a series of sharp yips, I'll trade him for a Labrador one day, they're much better company and they fetch sticks.
'Come,' I repeated my order and he reluctantly followed me into the cavern. The snow and it was snow without any arguement was blowing quite strongly and it was accompanied by an icy wind but I pressed on, this was so un-natural I was duty bound. Suddenly I came to what appeared to be a sheet of flickering flame but solid if you can grasp that. More like a door but transparent. I tested it with my hand and I saw my hand disappear, I could faintly see my fingers and wiggled them and I could also see that the tunnel or cave extended and at the end there was an entrance or maybe an exit. I suppose that one depended which way you were travelling. 'Come on, Foxy.' I plucked up my courage and pushed at the door and I was through. I looked myself up and down and I was the same Treyn, a little under dressed for the snow but I clutched my amulet and conjured a spell of warmth which is minor spell used in cold places. Very handy for wet dungeons and the like. There was no Foxy and the door or the portal wasn't transparent from this side, it was a shimmering blackness. I pushed against it and it was as solid as rock. Suddenly I saw Foxy's head and once he saw me the rest of his small furry body appeared.
'Nice one, Treyn,' he sat and looked up at me. 'What now?'
'No idea,' I admitted. 'We should light a fire.'
'You should dress properly for travelling instead of like a Tavern Boy.'
'Hush,' I scolded him. He was right but being called a Tavern Boy is most disrespectful. They doubtless serve a purpose but aren't mentioned in polite society.
I ventured a look from the cavern's entrance and saw that the snow was deep at least two hands spans and presumably it would be deeper once clear of the trees. That was making the assumption we could get clear of this forest. Strangely enough there was an atmosphere completely different from the Everdark, this forest seemed more homely, more safe... maybe a silly thing to say but I sensed it. We or I should have been dressed as they do on our Northern Frontier Kingdoms but I wasn't and that was the end of that.
'I smell humans and beasts,' Wolfy ran around in circles in the snow and then rushed out a short distance indicating a line of travel and rushed back to my side. 'Brrr... cold.' By the Gods, this animal had a fur coat on and I was nearly naked, how did he think I felt?
'We must go, stay here and we'll freeze.' I grasped my amulet and conjured a Spell of Warmth again but set up at it's highest level and that wasn't really enough. My powers didn't seem to be operating at full strength so I rushed off protected as best I could manage followed and then preceded by the ever active Foxy.
An hour later and my spell was fading, I was shivering but I had to press on. To lie down was to die. Foxy seemed initially to enjoy himelf but even he was flagging although he claimed the human smell was stronger. We seemed to stagger on for hours and I got colder and colder, I rubbed my arms and chest but I could feel the ice forming on me but at last the forest cleared and the snow was deeper. It was upto my crotch now and Foxy could barely make headway, I saw what I thought were lights and Foxy jumped up in my arms for a better view. I had the briefest sensation of his furry warmth as my spell finally gave up the ghost. I fell into the snowy cushion of thick whiteness and let the darkness claim me.
I awoke surrounded by heat, my body ached, tingled and my feet hurt so bad but I had a blanket around me and a fire was blazing very closeby. I opened my eyes and thought I was dreaming. Datton was staring down at me looking most concerned and I could see his faithful follower Taylor by his side. Both were in strange clothing that totally covered their legs and there were two other boys and then as I looked around another two. I was surrounded by boys in various states of dress and undress and they were all poking and prodding as if I were a portion of chilled meat.
Suddenly I felt my feet exposed and warmth enveloped them as one of them started to wash the dirt and chill away and then massage them to make sure they were intact. I heard the word 'frostbite' which I didn't like the sound of but the older and manlier of the bunch declared me fit and in need of a good night's sleep and something in my belly. This latter remark brought a giggle from the smallest boy who gazed at me as if in love. An obvious hero worshipper but I was a Warrior Mage after all.
I had a bowl of thick nourishing soup with the crustiest bread you could imagine, they even fed Foxy who ate and then curled up by the fire keeping his beady eye on me. Within the hour I was feeling a lot better, not upto my usual form, my magic seemed to have taken off and I assumed this was because of the chill. I could scent magic in the cottage all the same and but it was a homely magic not the strong warrior magic I had been schooled in. The hosts were called Red and Wolfy and although Red was technically the owner or landlord I felt that Wolfy was the man of the house without trying to sound derogatory. The other boys were a pair, Goetzen and the younger Hansel, and when I say 'pair' I mean as in a marriage, let's say Datton and Taylor magnified by twenty of course, they maybe even more familiar but you don't talk of things like that.
Yes, I had worked out that Taylor had a thing on Datton but it was one way, poor Taylor, but Datton was the eternal Paladin although an apprentice and a rather accident prone one at that. He could fight but then again the aim was to keep yourself out of fights by using your brain. Unfortunately whatever Taylor saw in Datton it certainly wasn't intelligence which was sadly lacking. Having said all that, they were nice boys and I liked them both a lot, I had been on my way to visit them after all.
Red and Wolfy gave up on me in the end and declared me fit for bed, they offered me wine which I accepted as Datton had whispered that they had many strange customs here wherever here was. I was in a dreamy state by the time we started to bed down. The youngsters went first with Hansel giving me one final lovelorn look over his shoulder and then Red assisted me up the stairs to a room I was sharing with Datton and Taylor. It was a mess but had a mass of furs and blankets on the floor which would suffice. Red said that I should sleep in between my friends and that if I felt sweaty or nauseous in the night to call for help. I felt fine and thanked him for his help and bade him a good night.
This was where things started to go wrong or go right, who cared. Things began to happen. In the flickering light of the single oil lamp Datton and Taylor stripped and stripped to naked. Yes, I mean they were totally nude and just as totally unconcerned as they sat on the mound of furs with a space obviously intended for me to squeeze in.
'You're naked,' I blurted out looking down at them dressed in my clout and short kilt.
'You're just about naked yourself,' Taylor grinned. I looked at him puzzled. Normally Datton would do all the talking and Taylor would mumble, the boy seemed to have found himself, he was a lot bolder and more self confident.
'It's not very seemly for boys to be naked together in a bed,' I replied feeling like one of my mentors or tutors.
'Rubbish,' Datton laughed and stretched out on the bed and for the first time I really looked at a naked boy. I mean I had two young teenagers displayed at my feet and they were totally naked. Their sexual organs were on full display and I couldn't help but notice that both were well developed for their age which I thought was around thirteen and fourteen. To my shame I felt a stirring in my loins and I knew what that indicated, impure thought were permeating my conciousness and these thoughts were forbidden to student mages.
'Chill out,' Taylor patted the bed. I had no idea what that meant but I removed my short kilt and dropped it with their clothing. 'Come on,' Taylor took the lead again patting the centre of the bed.
'Drop the pouch,' Datton croaked. 'There's nothing wrong with a naked body.'
'Not as dishy as yours,' Taylor giggled.
I blushed. Theae boys, my friends had been away from me a few days and in this place they were already speaking a foreign language. I'd realised what a 'pouch' was but 'chill out' and 'dishy' what the hells were they talking about.
'This is a whole new world, Treyn and we'll have to tell you all about it tomorrow,' Datton spoke. 'But nudity is common and most certainly in bed. Let's face it, that rag around your penis and arse needs a damn good wash and you need to get air and whatever to your bits.'
'More gobbldygook,' I sneered down at them but he was right apart from the vulgarity. I wasn't a dirty boy and I did as I was told, I peeled the smelly pouch from my body. 'I should have a bath.'
'Are you strong enough?' Taylor was up in a flash surprising even Datton. 'Come on,' he draped a spare cloak around my shoulders and virtually tugged me from the room,. I heard Datton laugh behind us as I was dragged down the short passageway and into a small bathroom. It was bad enough having my boyhood on full view but being escorted to a bathroom by Datton was too much. He was very 'hands on' which is another of their delightful expressions but I was learning fast.
He started to run the bath squirting some gel into the water, it was that peculiar glowing golden colour which reeked of magic and I hoped it was for relaxing muscles. Mine were aching and my boy muscle was lengthening as the warm water rose around it as I sat.
'Good stuff, this,' Taylor squirted more in and grabbed a sponge and started to wash me. Gods, the boy had lost all shame and I must admit I quiverered as I felt the warm sudsy water being squeezed across my shoulders and then he dropped the sponge.
'Taylor...' I moaned. 'What are you doing?' His soapy hands massaged my neck and damn me he stepped into the bath behind me, he was still naked himself and I cringed.
'That's better,' he whispered and bent in. I could feel his sex slip across by back as I scrunged up trying to avoid bodily contact but it was no good, he moved in closer and I felt it again only this time it pressed against my spine. This was it, my hormones had gone mad, I could feel my hardness now rock hard, my glans was even peeping above the water, I was lost.
'Taylor,' I moaned as his hands came around and stroked and pinched my wet nipples.
'Treyn,' he rasped and I felt his knees against my bottom. He'd knelt behind me in the bath and his organ was slipping up and down my back as he moved against me. His hands were on my nipples and then the ultimate. His soft lips brushed across my neck and then I felt his tongue on my wet skin.
'No more, no more,' I heard myself whine but I didn't want him to stop. I'd always liked the darker skinned Taylor and now there was more. I reached back and held his slippery thighs as he moved against me and then he made his move. One hand slipped across my hip and he grasped my turgid penis. Turgid is the wrong word, it was as hard as a pole and he squeezed it and started to move his hand up and down moving the loose skin on the hard shaft. 'Taylor... we shouldn't do this.'
'Why not?' He kissed me under the jaw and rubbed against me harder. 'Sit up, I have to wash your private place,' he manhandled my body so that I was kneeling facing away from him as I'd heard the Tavern Boys did, I was so ashamed but I couldn't stop myself. My body felt totally powerless as he soapily massaged my balls and his other hand delved into my crack soaping and washing my hole. 'Bend forward,' he croaked.
Gods, I must have been bewitched, I knew what he was going to do and couldn't help myself. I was a damn warrior mage and I was helpless in this nonentity's hands. As I bent forward I felt his slick penis nudge between my cheeks and tried to pull away but his hand flathanded my belly more or less forcing me back into his gentle thrust. I groaned and almost passed out as I felt his thick and very hard boycock slip into my belly. I was humbled, shamed and disgraced as I felt him hold my hips firmly and start to use me like a girl. He moved in and out and I felt his flesh stroke me inside making me feel even harder and hot. Hot for him, hot for his cock, I pushed back and he sighed with satisfaction and he started to fuck me, he was using me and I enjoyed it.
'Treyn, you can do me later,' he whispered. 'And Datton.' My erection jerked at the thought and looking down I could see my white essence oozing from my slit. At least something worked but now it was getting better as he held me tightly and only his hips moved as he buggered me and stroked my belly and chest. When it came it came in a flurry of soapy slaps and his groans. I felt his cock seem to swell and then the pumping as his his cream surged and splattered into my belly. He was done and so was I. I was so weak I let him rinsed me off and then part dry me before I let him lay me out onto the bathroom carpet and he ducked his head over me. He hadn't finished as I found when he crouched over me and his soft mouth took me in. He licked around my knob blatantly tatsting my cum and then his head dropped and I felt my aching cock engulfed by his hot wetness.
This was my virginity gone and probably my chance of full mage status. Sex was banned by all the Mage Orders and this sort of sex was punishable by banishment if not worse, I was finished but he wasn't. He sucked away and jiggled my balls until they tightened and I felt my pent up urges burst from me. I had done what ordinary boys do and that was play with myself to cum around four or five times in the past and these had been in extreme secrecy but this one was in a house full of strangers. This cum was a culmination of around six months or so of abstinence and I felt it shoot up my fleshy stem like a searing fountain and he swallowed it all, he gulped and gagged but he got it down and grinned at me like Foxy with a freshly caught bird. He squeezed me dry and then came the final sin. His lips gleaming with my spunk met mine and he kissed me... and I kissed him back.
'You'll sleep now,' he whispered and stood. I looked up at him and in spite of myself I smiled. 'Come,' he held his hand out and hauled me to my feet. I was taller than he was but my legs felt like they had no bones and my bum was a little sore. I could feel his fluids inside me but I felt sick as I realised I didn't care. More importantly I also realised that Datton must know of this, Taylor was his boy after all.
He helped me back to the bedroom which was still only lit by the one dim oil lap and Datton was gone. Taylor didn't looked surprised he just helped me lay down in the middle of him and this other boy, this one was the smallest and the youngest of those who had been milling around earlier. I remembered he was the one who had been giving me the flirtatious looks. 'Hansel?' I croaked as his warm body pressed against me. He was naked and he was also hard, not as big as Taylor but hard all the same. I didn't know if I was dreaming or beginning a nightmare as he pressed in against me and rubbed his stiffy up against my thigh.
'Alright?' Taylor asked and turned the light off just leaving a dim glow from the passageway and the reflection from the snow coated window. Thank the Gods it was warm and cosy even just laying on the furs, then again I had Hansel cuddling me and then Taylor lay down the other side neatly trapping me. If this was a house of sin and seduction which I was beginning to suspect they were fast movers. I felt Hansel's smooth cheeks against my belly and then his sweet lips worked their way upto my nipples. Sweet lips? Gods, what was I thinking, he was a damn boy and from his movements a randy one at that. Unfortunately, I could feel myself rising to the occasion and to add to my shame I wrapped an arm around him and held him as he suckled on my teat and my boyhood grew once more. I heard Taylor chuckle and turn away from me and then his soft bottom pressed up against my hip, I suppose in their language I had the choice of both worlds.
Hansel must have been disappointed because I drifted off, I fell asleep and when I woke up a dim light was filtering through the snow crusted windows. We were covered by the furs and I was snuggled up against Taylor's soft bottom and the small lad was cuddled up against mine. I yawned and stretched my arms above my head, from the light I'd say it was pre dawn and I felt Taylor's silky and springy flesh press against me harder. I slipped my morning glory up into his crack and he wriggled. Suddenly he reached back and I felt his hand was oily and he briefly held my glans rubbing his thumb over the end. I winced but he moved back and I felt my hardness glide between his cheeks and he spoke two words. 'Push slowly.'
I had excellent memories of the bathroom when he'd taken me whilst I was weak and unable to fight him off. I kissed his smooth neck and God knows why but I did and then I pushed to feel his hole open up for me and my hardness was engulfed by his hot and surprisingly tight flesh. He gave a very contented moan and then as I hugged his warm body he pushed back hard and smoothly took me in deep in one slow movement.
'Taylor,' I sighed and he wriggled on my intrusion. 'Taylor,' I sobbed. I wanted to slip free and run from this madhouse but I couldn't, he was so slick and so tight I automatically started to move in and out of his beautiful body and he pushed back all the while welcoming my thrusts and grunts with little wimpers and gasps. I couldn't deny it, I was getting into it, I corkscrewed and dug into every corner of his insides that I could reach and I got harder and harder. It was fantastic, it was magical, it was all those and more and in the end I was driving in and out of his slippery hole ramming harder and harder. When it came, it came in superheated bursts and yet again it was a massive release which left him with a bubbling gut and my spunk between his cheeks and me with the white slime matting my pubics and on my inside thighs. Now the barriers were down but that, that I had to do again. The thing was I was still hard and still wanted more. I started to move again inside him.
'No, no,' he laughed and slid free and span around. He savagely kissed me and I returned it, this time our tongues penetrated each other's mouths and we squirmed around and ground our messy bits together.
'Shurrup, you two,' the boy muttered jealously, at least I thought he sounded jealous. Taylor laughed and leaning over me tugged the furs aside exposing Hansel's naked frame, his beautifully smooth boyish body and his totally cute bubble bum. I could no more stop myself as I could stop a tidal wave. I snuggled in behind him and as he half heartedly tried to fight me off I slipped my cum coated cock between his cheeks and stopped pressed against his tiny pucker.
'Hang on,' Taylor spoke and then crawled over the two of us and I saw his head drop down the boy's body and his hands came around pulling the boy's sweet cheeks apart and at the same time I assumed he'd taken the boy Hansel into his mouth. 'Go,' Taylor gobbled and I did. I pushed up against Hansel's tight pucker as they called it and felt it give. He was tighter and smaller than Taylor but accepted me with moaning and groaning that I think was more theatrical than romantic but he took it inch by inch and his tight little arse nearly squeezed the life out of me but I was on the move again working my way into his hot little body. This was a morning to be remembered.
I made love to him slowly and gently, he didn't want it quick and squirmed upon my spike as it slid in and out and his tightness relaxed just a little. I ran my hands over his smooth body and felt myself getting lost in the passion and pleasure. I was so wrapped up in the sex that all thoughs of my magic had gone, it was something to worry about later in the day... this was the here and now.
'Harder, Treyn. Harder,' Hansel moaned and rammed back onto my thrusts and I let my animal instincts take charge. I slapped and rammed into his smooth tunnel until I felt my climax rising and then I went faster almost like one of our own disgusting goblins rutting. When I last slammed in I held him tightly closing my eyes as I felt my boyhood erupt inside him feeding him one of my enormous cums. When I'd done my furtive and secret wanks I'd never cum like this, it was huge and I felt the now familiar sloppiness as the stuff trickled from his flooded bottom and smothered my groin with white stickiness. I was done and he tried to crane his head around to kiss but suddenly he jerked in my arms and I felt him whine his pleasure as his bottom clamped on me and he evidently shot his own bolt.
'That was a goody, Hansel,' Taylor appeared and to my shock boy spunk was smeared on his lips and there was even on his jaw. Hansel abandoned his efforts to kiss me and glued his face to Taylor's. I didn't care, I was exhausted and glowed with self satisfaction. I slipped free and held him loosely as he kissed my countryman. That's a term I needed to get used to, we were clearly strangers in a strange land which was something I needed to get sorted out but these people were not ours... unfortunately.
We lay there in the early morning chill and eventually Taylor dragged the furs back over us. I was silent, I didn't know what to say and I had a lot to take in. Where was I was first and foremost, was this a house of male pleasure boys... I knew they existed, everyone did but to come across them in the middle of a snowstorm and in the midst of heavy woods, it was all too much for me to take in.
'We have a lot to talk about,' Taylor mumbled and I felt his breath on my neck. I could feel his warm body against me and his hardness had once more found itself up against my bottom. 'Datton, you and I,' he added after a pause and I felt a little nudge. I couldn't believe it, he thought that after sullying myself I was going to do it again, the boy must be mad. Suddenly there was movement and the younger boy, Hansel clambered over us both and lay his head in the crook of my neck, I felt his warm lips and stroked his smooth back. I cupped his small buttocks in my hand feeling my self resolve slip from me.
'Don't leave without me,' he giggled and slipped from the bed and I watched his small, totally naked and desireable body leave the room.
'Nice, eh?' Taylor chuckled rubbing his hardness up into my crack, well, nearly, I didn't open up this time. 'You like him?'
'Yes,' I croaked. I could hardly deny it having just taken his bottom. 'Where's Datton?'
'Probably sleeping with Goetzen.' I didn't push it, I had a pretty good idea what they'd been doing. My bewildered mind could only take so much. Hansel came into the room and this time he had a bowl of steaming water and a cloth. Without any preamble he began to wash my semi hard penis, balls and belly and then patted me dry with a fluffy towel. I must admit I liked it and under his soapy caresses I felt myself harden again. I also felt Datton press up against me but this time I parted my legs a little and I felt his penis which unsurprisingly was hard again slip between my cheeks. This time they attacked on two fronts, Hansel took the bowl away and started to lick my hardon and then took my bulging glans into his mouth. This time I let myself go, I lightly held his head and moved in his wet suction and just gave the quietest of moans as I felt Datton's slick knob press against my non virgin ring and enter me. This time I pushed back welcoming his heat and hardness as the boy sucked me and played with my balls. Shame had gone and now it was straightforward lust as these two delicious children used my body to satisfy their lusts and mine. I was depraved and needy with a new want and I wanted sex, be it with these boys or others in the house. I doubt if there were tattle tales in the place and I just prayed that none of this ever got back to my mentors or worse still my Master.
Taylor was now moving in and out of my bottom quite easily and I pushed back onto his hot and hard thrusts as Hansel sucked and slobbered on my rampant penis. It was far too good to last and I finally whined and gasped as I felt my juices rise again and splash into Hansel's eagerly swallowing maw at the same time as I clamped on Taylor's moving meat it jerked and splattered his love juice deep into my hole. I was done front and back and lay there like a dead man as they both crawled over me kissing and fondling my supine body.
We were back to being covered when I heard the sound of crockery clattering in the kitchen and tried to rise.
'Stay in bed,' Foxy came in the door which was still ajar and padded over to Datton to cuddle down between us, he cocked his nose and sniffed but thankfully just studied me for a moment with his knowing bright eyes and did what I recognised as a foxy smirk. 'Datton's bringing hot drinks for three... have fun?' He suddenly sat up and ran his long pointed tongue across his lips. 'Of course you did,' he answered his own question.
'Hello, Foxy,' Hansel's hand snaked out from the furs and stroked Foxy's reddish brown fur. 'Nice doggy,' he whispered.
'Blind as a bat,' Foxy gave his little yip yip of a laugh. He licked Hansel's fingers and crawled over me to lick Hansels face which was peeping over the edge of the furs. 'You taste of my Master,' he gave a very catlike purr. I frowned, the little furry prick only called me Master when he was trying to be smart. he could taste my essence on Hansel and was letting me know. 'Cold out here,' Foxy gave the boy his little puppy dog lost look. Hansel giggled and pulling the furs aside allowed the little animal to wriggle down his side. Moment later he turned away pressing his soft bottom against my hip and I heard him giggle again. God knows what Foxy was doing under the furs and I didn't really want to know. Things were weird enough in this house without even contemplating bestiality.
I just lay there in the warmth and the slightly smelly fug with my arm around Taylor and was like that when Datton came in accompanied by the other boy, Goetzen. They came offering gifts and they were steaming cups of hot cocoa which seemed to be the basic around here. Sweet and slightly sickly but doubtless full of energy and very welcome on an early and cold morning.
'The snow has eased off,' Datton rubbed the condensation from the window and suddenly looked down at out bed. 'What's that?'
'Me,' Foxy's head emerged from his nest and he looked up at the Paladin. 'Just keeping warm.'
'Right,' Datton laughed as Hansel's tousled head appeared. 'Grandma Hood is calling by later if it stops snowing to tell us what she thinks is going on.'
'Who's that?' I asked.
'Red's granny,' Goetzen replied. 'She's a very powerful witch, she know lots of things.'
'I hope so,' I stretched in the bed. I didn't want to get out and the other thing was I wanted some clothing, I didn't want to walk around in front of strangers dressed like a street girl when they all wore long winter wear. At least after a night of sex, sodomy and other unmentionable things I felt as right as rain. The only thing missing was my magic, I could feel magic in the air and I could sense things but that was all. My amulet, my nexus was inert, I'd tried a couple of small spells and nothing worked. The portal must have upset something, fortunately Foxy could still speak, at times he was an irritant but he was company and he had been with me since I was a child. He was my familiar and he didn't live fox years, he would live as long as I did, we had an invisible link, when I finally died so would he, probably why he looked after me so well.
Apart from that he was pretty smart or cunning as foxes are supposed to be, he often picked up on things I might miss.
'Have your drinks and get cleaned up, breakfast will be served when you are organised,' Datton smiled at me and said something weird. 'Welcome to our new world, Treyn.'
We sat around and had our breakfast which seemed to be mainly a huge bowl of some oaten mix garnished with mountains of sugar in Hansel's case and it was warming, it was filling and it was like nothing I'd tasted before. Even Foxy lapped at a bowl on the floor before going on walkabout. I think it was shortly after that the snow started again, the sky darkened and it just fell in white sheets blocking out the nearby woods leaving us isolated again.
'Granny's not coming,' Wolfy announced after a spell outside. 'She'll try and make it tomorrow,' he looked at me and grinned. 'She will come all the same, she's keen to meet a Warrior Mage even a young one.'
'Yeah, all our magicians are trying to get the old times to roll,' Red spoke through a mouthful of food which is not a pretty sight apart from which I hadn't got the slightest idea what he was talking about. 'You'd better give your friend some idea what's going on.' Suddenly everyone jumped as a loud crash sounded from the forest.
'Yikes,' Datton jumped and then laughed. 'Manfred and Malvy.'
'Yeah, I guess,' Red looked up at a timepiece on the wall. It's just about midday.'
I felt like I was sinking in a swamp of uncertainty. I didn't know who I was, apart from my friends I had no idea who these people were... I just didn't know where I was or what I was doing. They dressed differently to my own people, their house was like nothing I'd ever seen before. I lived in a desert town and the rooms were large and well ventilated with minimal furtniture, this place looked like a ship I'd been on once, crammed with seats, rugs, tables and weird implements I wouldn't even guess to determine. I knew the glass faced thing in the corner displayed pictures so that must be a magical object but there was another which played strange although not unpleasant music. I suppose the main problem was that the place was small and there were too many people in it... in a nutshell, it was cramped.
Well, no one seemed ready to explain the massive crash that had echoed across the woods so I asked what it was.
'Let's sit,' Red cleared the table and sat us all down although Hansel and Foxy went out into the snow and started to play around, Wolfy went with them as did Goetzen so it left myself and my friends with the main man.
'The noise was the tunnel to the portal being blocked,' Datton managed to get in before Red started to speak.
'Think of worlds, different worlds existing on various planes,' Red looked at me and I nodded. I had a slight inkling as we'd discussed such things in our magical schools but only as theories. 'A world of magic and mayhem such as yours,' he continued. 'A ruined world like ours trying to recover it's past but also magical. Maybe other worlds like this with no magic, even another world like this where the mighty empires may still exist but let's get to the point...'
'What mighty empires?' Well, I had to ask didn't I?
'Granny will fill you in when she visits,' Red said. 'She's a collector of legends as well as history.'
'I love history,' Taylor spoke up rather surprisingly. I never knew he had much of an interest in anything other than Datton.
'History is written by the victors - or the survivors,' Red grinned and that sounded like a quotation.
'Very bluntly. Mr Young Magician,' Red stared at me. 'As your friends now appreciate; when you came though that cavern and through that portal you passed from your world of magic, man eating flora and fauna and God knows what else into ours. Our sunken world of many islands and many kingdoms, a world very slowly dragging itself from barbarism and anarchy. You have left your world and are now on ours can you grasp that?'
I sat there silently and looked at my friends, they avoided my eyes although Datton gave me a little smile. It was a lot to take in but I was a young mage and I'd heard a lot stranger in my schooling. The point was if his story was true and that was a big 'if' there wasn't much I could do about it. If their people had destroyed the gate or portal as they termed it I was isolated but the upside was I had friends already here. I had good hosts and I'd found a new and very enjoyable pastime, maybe even a new hobby.
'If I accept what you say, what now?'
'Sit tight,' Red laughed. 'We're having the worst snows for many years and there's not much you can do. When the weather improves we need to talk again... One thing is for sure...'
'What's that?' I walked right into it.
'I'm so horny,' Red laughed. and stared at me quite lewdly. I blushed beet red. He couldn't have been more obviously propositioning me without asking outright for sex.
'I'm sure we can sort that out,' I giggled amazed at my own boldness. Nay, my own slutishness and that's what it was. I actually wanted to see him naked and feel his body on and in mine. I was damn sure they had the whole house surrounded by a sex charm or a geas. I couldn't stop thinking about sex and it seemed everyone else was the same as Datton had draped an arm around sweet Taylor and were whispering together and giggling.
'Well, with a late breakfast we may as well have a late dinner,' Red declared and walked over to the door. The snow was falling rather heavily now but Wolfy, Foxy and the two other boys were now throwing snowballs at each other. Well, little Foxy wasn't, he was trying to catch them in his mouth.
'I have magic in me and it was aided by my amulet,' I fingered the golden ankh that hung from my neck. 'I can still sense and feel things around me but my spellmaking has gone.'
'Maybe just a temporary loss,' Red looked across the table. 'What sort of things could you do... minor stuff for example?'
'Well,' I tried to avoid the lust I could feel coming from him in almost sold waves. 'The heat spell I cast as I left the cave faded and now there's nothing,' I fingered the smooth metal of my charm. 'Nothing.'
'Perhaps Granny Hood can explain it,' Red looked at me again and this time I gave him a smile. If he had nothing better to do I would like to know him better. There was a problem though and that was that Datton and Taylor had got into rather a steamy chinch on the sofa and the others were creating merry hell outside in the still falling snow.
'Come with me,' Red spoke quietly as he leant over the table. 'Washing up you two,' he spoke louder to the other two but they carried on with their playing. He jerked his head at me and I followed as he got up and walked up the stairs to the upper level. This time he opened a door the other side of the small corridor and ushered me in. Once in he locked the door and looked from the window. I stood alongside him and followed his gaze, Hansel and Goetzen were having a fine time as were Wolfy and the fox. They would be pretty well exhausted when they got back indoors but I had other things on my mind, Red who was slightly shorter than I was had drawn me into an embrace and I knew exactly what was on his mind. Nothing else to do, the visit from the local high magician or the head witch cancelled and here was I... an unsampled outworlder.
We fell on the bed exchanging small kisses but already fumbling with our clothiong. The house was well heated athough I felt the air on my belly as he lifted my wooly and his lips slipped across my flat and taut skin. 'Beautiful,' he grinned. 'I nearly raped you in that get up you had on last night, the sorta dancing girl kit.'
'Don't remind me,' I giggled taking the lead for once. I unclipped the waistband of his trousers and delved inside feeling his hot cock through the thin material of his underpants. A big lad down there in spite of his lack of stature and very loving with it. He pumped his hard meat into my hand as he got my jumper off over my head and set to work on my bare torso with his sweet lips.
'What on earth possesed you to walk around like that,' he giggled as he fiddled with my woolen trousers managing to get the loose top undone. He kissed the round of my belly and tugged them down a little further.
'Mine is a desert land and it is our mormal dress.'
'It must get you many admirers,' he giggled and edged my trousers over my hips, naturally my underwear went with the trousers and his next snag was my erection. 'Yummy,' he fished my hardness from the constraints of my clothing and kissed my glowing knob. 'Yummy,' he repeated and swiped his wet tongue across the end.
'Aaaaah...' I gasped and he got down to it allowing me to undress him as he tended to my engorge sex. Naked at last we rolled around and I managed to capture his waving cock and get my mouth around it as he sucked me. We were like a pair of babies sucking on grotesque teats but each tending to the other's needs. He grasped my soft buttocks and took me right in until I could feel my slippery lump right down his throat and his nose was in my pubics.
I tried the same but I needed practice, I couldn't do it all although I did my best. He had a beautiful bottom, smooth as silk and meaty without being over large, just right and I felt myself getting harder and harder as I toyed into his crack and felt for his sweaty pucker. Suddenly he was on the move reversing himself and crouching between my legs although still deep throating me. He had something else in mind as he coaxed my legs back to my chest and then I felt his mouth leave my penis and his hot lips and wet tongue probe at my hole. 'Re-dddd,' I groaned but he just gave my balls a quick kiss and then he lapped my belly moving up my body. I held my legs back knowing what was going to happen. It did, I felt the pressure of his weeping glans on my pucker and with one determined push his hot cock was in me. It was fat yet slippery and he started to move in and out without pause. His lips came down onto mine and I held his hips as they pumped to and fro filling me with his mass, his heat and his glorious boyhood.
'Ah, Treyn,' he sighed as he moved. 'So beautiful, Granny's friends will love you,' I only vaguely heard him as he started to move faster and sheath himself harder in my living flesh. 'Treyyyyn...' He rammed in hard and glued himself to me as his hot cock surged and throbbed in my gut. I felt his warm splashes inside me and I held his neck holding his face close to mine. I kissed him gently and he smiled. 'It's our custom...'
'To welcome visitors to your world with sex?'
'Yeah. Wolfy and I invented it.'
'And it goes both ways?'
'Of course,' he giggled and slipped free. Yet again I felt slippery spunk between my thighs but I ignored it this time. I wanted to try this new way. I mounted him rolling him onto his back and lifted his knees to his chest, he just grinned up at me and grasped my sweaty hardness and guided it down. 'I love Warrior Mages, especially the young ones.'
'Apprentice?' I said modestly.
'So,' he giggled as he guided my aching cock to his pouting pucker. 'On with the training.'
I pushed into his delicious heat as he closed his eyes.
To be continued
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