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
9 - Granny's Little Helpers
by
G. Cutter
Hi Treyn taking up the tale again.
I'd spent the night with my pals Datton and Taylor again but this time around midnight or so Taylor disappeared and Goetzen slunk into the room, the next thing I knew I was in a threesome again only this time I had the bigger boys. I was pretty sure that Taylor was with the sweet Hansel and good luck to him. Datton who I'd always thougt of very privately as a stuck up prig had really let himself go and Goetzen (Gotti for short) was as much a raver as his mate only a bit manlier if you catch my drift. I was up at the crack o' dawn as I was always an early riser, no pun intended. I liked to get up and survey the scenery and usually spent an hour or so watching the sun come over the towers and minarets of my home town but not now. I got wrapped up in wooly leggings and a cloak and after snitching a pair of tall boots wandered out onto the veranda and had a look around. The forest was quite beautiful with each tree burdened with a topping of snow which was dripping indicating that a thaw was setting in. But the air was still freezing and I walked around the back to look over the clearing and the frozen pond. Animals were around as I saw what I recognised as rabbit tracks, some of Foxy's and masses of bird's marks on the ice which had been cleared in places. I wondered if there were fish in there but as they used it for swimming maybe not.
'Good morning.'
I span around to see Wolfy standing there bare chested, Gods, the world was in winter and this boy or boy-man was half naked. Having said that, he was a sight for sore eyes, darker even than Taylor who was quite sallow, Wolfy was really dark and he looked tough, muscles on his muscles sorta thing. He shook his shaggy black hair and grinned. 'Granny Hood's not upto the trip today,' he spoke casually. 'She'd sending transport for you around midday. She says you can stay overnight in her guest room and she'll get you returned.'
'Really,' I tried not to look over excited which wasn't hard. I didn't really fancy swanning off to some old crone's cottage all on my own. I wasn't scared but I was cautious. She was very obviously a witch and I was a mage and a mage fresh out of powers, I had visions of finishing up in her cooking pot.
'Don't worry,' Wolfy laughed. 'She's a White not a Dark and humans give her indigestion.
'Great,' I answered a bit sourly I suppose.
'Take the fox with you, she want's to see him. Witches don't have familiars on this world and she's really curious about a talking fox.'
'Alright,' I shrugged. Weird world if they've never heard of talking animals.
'I wonder if she's got the sled out,' Wolfy mused. 'Soon find out I suppose,' he smiled at me. 'Hot drink? It's still quite early, I'm not going to wake anyone up for another hour or so.'
'Yeah... please,' I followed him into the house.
'Granny wants you to stay the day and probably overnight as she wants to give you a grounding on our world and where magic fits into it. Maybe something about our islands as well. She tells me that she'll apply herself to your loss of your powers as well.'
'When did you talk?' Important question that one as both Tay and Datton had some concerns about their communications. The natives to put them down a bit seemed one jump ahead of us outworlders as we called ourselves most of the time, it was offputting to say the least and we were curious.
'Pidgeons,' Wolfy laughed opening the door for me, I felt his hand brush against my thigh as I went in.
'Talking pidgeons?'
'No,' he giggled like Tay. 'Carrier pidgeons, most isolated places have them, Granny, us, the orcs, the elves.'
'Ah,' I nodded trying to look wise. I think we had similar on our world but we sent messages by eagles not wimpy pidgeons.
The house was quiet and he'd banked up the fire which had caught well so the parlour was nice and cosy, I followed him into the kitchen and he made two mugs of the thick chocolate they seemed to like and we went back and sat sprawled in front of the now blazing fire.
'What are your first impressions?' He kicked his boots off and I followed his example. The one thing I couldn't get used to was the vast difference in temperature and all the clothes, mind you if we had more snow on our world perhaps we'd wear furs.
'I don't know,' I was trying to be honest. 'It's so strange and all the boy... er'
'Sex,' looked at me and smiled. 'Got to beat being eaten by orcs, goblins, and assorted trees.'
'That is so true,' I looked at him. 'What is the most dangerous thing you might find in these woods?'
'Wolves,' he gave me a blank look. 'Bears, deeper in the woods.'
'None of the orcs and things?'
'No, the Alliance of the Races strictly forbid that sort of thing and the Alliance has been in being for nearly five hundred years now. You might find an unpleasant were or vampire but they're believed to be extinct now.'
'I don't know much about them but I imagine they're good at hiding themselves.'
'They need to be,' he laughed shortly. 'They're outlawed and killed on sight... if you ever catch one.'
'Aah, nice and cosy,' I stretched my legs and automatically glanced up the stairs as his stockinged foot rubbed up against my leg. I swallowed my cocoa and looked at him, I could feel his sex drive like a living thing.
'Don't you think a blazing log fire is romantic?'
'At night maybe,' I laughed but he was on me.
'All the time,' he removed my mug and pressed his drink flavoured lips against mine. A second later his tongue was in my mouth and he was laying me out on the couch. I reached out for his groin and I could feel his hot hardness within and he did say he hadn't awoken the others yet. I feebly fought him off not really meaning it as he set to work on my trousers tugging them down my legs. He was right, it was nice by the fire, not too hot but hot enough to raise a mild sweat and as he lifted the jumper off over my head I felt the relief just laying there naked as he stood and swiftly shed his clothing.
He was well developed and had a mass of black pubic hair on his lower belly and a dangly fat cock which hardened as I watched. As he grasped it he ran it's foreskin back exposing it's shiny dark red and plum shaped end. He jumped back onto the sofa with me and spread my legs before I had time to tell him that I hadn't bathed yet his face was in my more than willing bottom. I'd had Datton twice and Gotti twice and I was getting so cock happy I was ready for another. I allowed one leg to slip off the sofa and lay there with myself fully exposed.
He sniffed my crack like a damn great hound and I heard him giggle softly and then he took a small lick, spread my cheeks and took another one, a longer one.
'Vintage Goetzen,' he declared. 'Right?'
'He was the last,' I grudgingly admitted and flinched as his bulbous head stroked against my pucker, he wasn't wasting any time and on reflection he we was the only one in the house that I hadn't had sex with yet. It seemed that was about to change.
He knelt with one leg alongside mine on the sofa and another brushing mine that was supporting me and I felt his slimy head press against my ring, one gentle push was all it took I was that loosened up and relaxed, I sighed as I felt it's meaty mass begin to fill me. He bent into kiss and nuzzle at the side of my neck and slowly worked his way in. This was nothing new now and I enjoyed it, they each had their own styles and Wolfy's was surprisingly gentle as he was quite obviously the bigger and bulker of the gang. I turned on his slippery cock and pushed myself up into a crouch forcing my arse onto his thrusts and he groaned his pleasure as I felt his full hot length inside me and his hairy lower belly on my bottom.
'Nice one, Treyn,' he grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against himself as he moved slowly yet firmly into my more than willing body. Yeah, dear reader, you've read that right. I was beginning to enjoy getting fucked. The only thing I liked better and that was fucking but as Red would say 'swings and roundabouts'. I don't know where all his weird expressions came from but he was full of them. Little Hansel hung on his every word but as I'd found with Hansel he was a bit big on the hero worshiping bit. Wolfy moved in and out of my well used hole smoothly and then began to speed up and I started to hear the sweaty thwack as his belly hit my bottom. He began to grunt and growl like an animal and then he rammed into me and froze. I clamped my cheeks in time to feel his big dong swell and then throb and release his thick and hot essences into my body. He started to fuck again on his own mess and then he started to cum again until I felt it trickling down my legs. Finally he withdrew ramming a towel into my crack which was smart. I was flooded, I was juiced and I was leaking. I flopped onto the sofa and damn me if he wasn't down there with me sucking and slurping at his own cum. Jeez, it was almost bestial but it was nice. I got a dose of the giggles and squirmed around as his long tongue penetrated my hole and he extracted as much of his own cum as he could. Not the sort of thing I'd do but it seemed to keep him happy.
In the end he flipped me over and dived on my own oozing and drooling meat. That was a quicky, a few minutes later I exploded in his mouth and he wanked away as my pearly shots creamed into his eager mouth.
'Breakfast,' he finally stood with his flaccid cock hanging free.
'Yeah, I'm hungry,' Foxy did a foxy smirk from the cupboard he'd managed to clamber up onto whilst we'd been engaged. Even sex wasn't sacred from that little furry perv. I knew he'd taken to lapping young Hansel's dick but I'd keep that one for a more opportune time.
'Out,' Wolfy bellowed.
'I can't get out, all the doors are bolted.'
'Use the dogflap in the kitchen.'
'I'm not a dog,' Foxy made a run all the same when Wolfy lost it and threw a big cushion his way. Just as an aside, I wondered why they had a bloody big dog flap in the kitchen door no wonder the place was infested with field mice, perhaps they'd had a big cat in the past.
I tried my hand for the first time at making their cocoa whilst Wolfy mixed up and began to boil up the porridge which was another of their staples. At the end of it I staggered up the stairs with a tray and five mugs, what a come down, eh? Student Mage to servant in one easy lesson, still, I didn't mind. At least I was among friends and very close friends at that... well, you couldn't get much closer.
They were all sleeping apart from Red who greeted me as cheerfully as ever. I gave him his drink and then went to the others Datton was in with Goetzen and both snoring away until I woke them up, then the other two. I might have known they were deep in the bedding and from the grunting and humping around I assumed that little Tay and Hansel were at it. I just left their drinks and returned to Red.
'Sleep well?' He gave me one of his sly looks.
'Fine,' I sat on the edge of the bed. 'This trip to your Granny's place?'
'Yeah... you'll probably be collected around midday by one of her helpers.'
'Right. How do I address her?'
Granny will do, just be polite and listen. She'll tell you all she knows but she tends to ramble on a bit. She'd not ga-ga but don't forget to give her mine and Wolfy's love.'
'OK.' I looked at him and tried not to sound whingey. 'Do I have to stay overnight?'
'Well, she doesn't get much company and she won't rape you,' he laughed. 'Of course she's going to try and tell you about our world and the way it runs so she'll probably want's to know about yours.'
'I think I want to forget about it.'
'Funny ol' place. The Paladin Man, his sidekick and now you all seem to be glad you're away from it all.'
'True,' I admitted lost for words but it was a fact. I lingered keeping him company but left as soon as Wolfy started shouting up the stairs that breakfast was ready and my everloving fox crept in just to make sure I was behaving myself.
We had breakfast and the snow started again, so much for my forecast of a thaw. Wolfy got the boys working chopping logs and storing them for the downstair's boiler whilst Red sorted me out some clothing that was appropriate for a visit to minor royalty rather than a grandmother, even Foxy got a brush down which created a load of snarling and some swear words he'd picked up from Goetzen and Hansel, schooly swear words but foxes don't swear, on this world they're not even supposed to speak the language for God's sake. That was another thing I picked by the way, this country for want of a word was called The Kingdom of the West or Wessex and it was part of The old United Kingdoms or the less than Unitted Kingdoms and if that sounds complicated Red assured me that Granny would explain all. Sorry, the point I missed was in the Kingdoms they spoke what they called Anglish which just happened to be the same as we spoke. A bit of a weird coincidence as in different countries they spoke different language, so, just as well the portal came out here and not over the Narrow Seas in Normandy or to the West in Erin where they spoke Froggy and Bogtalk respectively. From the grins I got when the point came up I fancied someone was taking the piss but all would become clear in the end.
I was jumping around trying to look adult and magelike when I heard the sound of bells, I charged out onto the veranda and a cart pulled by two horses appeared on the path that ran by the frozen pond. I was slightly puzzled as it had no wheels and then I spotted it, it had a long wooden runner either side so that the horses floundered through the snow but the sled as it was called virtually floated on top. The driver, the coachman or whatever you called him was tall and I wondered if he was one of the orcs they'd spoken about but he wasn't. He got down and greeted Red and Wolfy and was in turn introduced to we outworlders as Anders of the Forest Elves. He topped six feet in height and had flowing blonde hair with slightly slanted eyes, his skin was honey toned and to be perfectly honest he was beautiful and here's me thinkling elves had tiny wings and perched on bloody flowers, I must be getting mixed up with bumble bees. He was very polite, old fashioned polite just like our Paladin Datton on a bad day. I could see that Taylor had the hots as did the other shrimp Hansel, they couldn't take their eyes off this vision. I had problems myself to be honest but business before pleasure. He informed us that he was on a quick turnaround as the weather could worsen and he wanted to get back before the early nightfall.
Busy, busy. Anders was fed a hot drink and a bowl of porridge whist Wolfy loaded the cart up with packets which he informed me contained essentials for granny. I wandered about like a 'spare prick at a wedding' another one of Red's delightful schoolboy sayings but in the end we were off. Anders promised to have me back for the following midday and with Wolfy snuggled into my furs we all waved at each other as if I was leaving civilisatiion and perhaps I was. We seemed to travel forever and Anders stopped at one stage to let me know that he was taking a very roundabout route in order to keep to tracks large enough for the sled.
We stopped again by an big old water mill which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere and Anders got down from his perch, surely this wasn't it.
'What do you think?' We walked to the stream which apart from the big freeze still trickled water although not enough to turn the big wheel.
'Yeah, very nice.' I looked at the place which looked derelict.
'It belongs to the Hoods,' he remarked and gave me a quick tour around the outside. A big building and probably beautiful in high summer but for the presnt like a decoration on a Winter Soul Cake. Ten minutes later we were on our way again and soon after that we approached another cottage similar in style to Red's and Wolfy's. The door was opened by another elf who Anders introduced as his brother, Carter. Carter was so similar to Anders that there is little point in describing him although he was dressed casually in a loose fitting shirt and tight satin trousers which seemed just a tad sluttish. He was the one who took me in to meet my hostess whilst Anders stabled the horse.
Granny Hood, much to my relief just looked like any old lady and a rather sprightly one at that. No big hooked nose, no large hairy warts and no jagged multi coloured teeth... all in all everyone's favourite grandmother.
'Greetings Treyn, young Mage, not of this world,' she bobbed her head slightly from her armchair by the fire. I noticed that she had books and parchments strew around as if for a a lesson and that's exactly what I was expecting.
'Good say, Mistress Hood,' I bowed and waved at Foxy who was watching closely. 'This is Twighlight but he goes by Foxy.'
'Greetings Mistress,' Foxy wagged his tail as if a dog.
'Sit by the fire, Foxy,' Granny waved at a blanket by the side of the fire. 'Please be seated, Treyn,' she offered me a seat more or less opposite her's. 'Wine, my dear,' she spoke to Carter who was hovering by the door.
Carter served us wine leaving the bottle on a small table between us, I noticed that he took two glasses into the corner of the room where he sat down again.
'You have met Anders and Carter, my good friends from the Forest Elves. They stay with me over the hard winters as companions and aides.' She smiled at the fire. 'Old age creeps up on us all but such is life. Enough of the formalities, Treyn.' She sat back in her chair. 'Just to confirm what you've already worked out with your friends and my relatives...'
'Welcome to our world or our version of it. There is a multiverse around us, different Earths and even different worlds to the ones we percieve. Sometimes and thankfully only rarely they meet or join for brief periods and people, animals, birds and other more unsavoury things can cross from world to world via portals or doorways which are merely faults. I think what has been experienced around here recently was such a meeting of worlds and humans and thankfully only humans have passed from your world to ours and again, thankfully, it was a one way passage. From what I understand the world you came from is a magical and far more deadlier world than ours. The chances of returning are negligible.' She smiled as she studied my face. 'Not too concerned, eh?' She accepted another glass of wine and continued.
'This world, our world was once highly civilised, far more than now. It harboured mighty empires and they had risen and fallen for thousands of years until the world spirit was plundered and almost destroyed but then came the Milleneums of Chaos. The world trembled, mighty storms raged and the ice caps melted. The seas rose and our civilisations fell, humankind fell, Mother Earth had decided to start afresh.'
'This is a potted history,' she smiled. 'As the schoolmaster who is a good friend of mine would say: Some thousands of years in a few sentences.'
'Were there any survivors from this disaster?' I asked.
'Some,' Granny Hood smiled sadly. 'Wounded, maimed, starving. Their world shaking and in flames, the seas alive and swallowing continents... yes, they survived, we are their descendants.'
She looked around again and Foxy jumped up onto her lap and snuggled down. 'More potted history... This is the Kingdom of Wessex or the Kingdom of the West in what was once called the United Kingdoms which was the centre of an empire that had already declined when the world ended. To the far west across the oceans was the Empire of the Amerikas, closer to was Euroland and to the east was the Yellow Empire. We are still studying old records and artifacts and maybe in the future we will know the full story. Empires rise, decay and fall, it seems to be a historical theme which repeats and repeats. As our scientists and diggers discover more and more the story will fill out but we are more concerned with our world... our world now.
As far as we can understand the old races and the old knowledge, the magical, had all been lost to the Age of Empires to give the period a name. This is an age where science and magic go hand in hand, we have no formal religions, people may worship what Gods they wish and anyone preaching one God above others is given short thrift. There have been Ten Golden Rules discovered quite recently and these are being incorporated into the King's Law.
With the seas receeding slowly and with the land rising who knows, we may even be a part of a new United Kingdom in the centuries to come.' She laughed. 'In the meantime to visit the other close Kingdoms and Republics of our Unity you will need a boat.
'How many Kingdoms in this Unity of yours?' I asked.
'This Unity of ours,' Granny Hood corrected me. 'You three including the fox have been taken in and adopted. Our Unity comprises most of the Island Kingdoms of what was formerly called Briton or Great Briton. There are wild lands to the North and in the West where they worship leeks and breed sheep. The Northerners are reasonably civilised but consider themself apart from Briton and they worship the God Haggis, our Emperor Elector is happy to keep them at arm's length, they have little to offer.
'What's an Emperor Elector for God's sake,' I finally spoke.
'Our ten kings meet every four years and elect an Emperor, it works in a rough rotation and to most it is a nonsense and a historical folly but maybe it makes them feel good,' she laughed. 'Nothing that will concern you.'
'It's all a bit complicated.' I frowned. 'My friends and I haven't even been to Salop yet.'
'You shall,' Granny Hood smiled. 'Most of the children in Salop know a damn sight less of our world history than you do right now. We inhabit a new world but at the same time a second hand world. We have oil lamps and radios... think about that one. The general populace use swords if they have a need but our small army has three working guns, maybe four... our greatest asset is that we can recondition and that is aided by intelligent use of magic and digging. There is a treasure trove under our feet but we have to find it, find out what it is and put it to a use... if it has a use.. We have had travellers from the Frankish Kingdom just to see our magical viewing boxes and admire the all singing all dancing elves,' she laughed merrily. 'Time moves on.'
'Perhaps they fancy elves.' I risked flashing a glance to the corner or the room.
'Maybe, maybe dear Datton,' she laughed again. 'I had a taste for Elf when I was younger I must admit. Anyway, it's not much of a history lesson but something to keep you thinking and maybe wanting to learn more.'
'A lot to take in, a lot to remember a bit like being back at school.'
'Maybe so but without knowledge what are we? We shall eat,' she stroked the fox. 'Welcome to the family by the way. Everyone is Wessex belongs to a family clan be it small or large. You, Datton and young Taylor are now honourary Hoods and this will be what we call your surname, your second name. Treyn Hood, has a certain ring to it don't you think?'
'I... I mean we, are highly honoured.'
'The family is not likely to increase by breeding,' she added quietly. 'Red is an only son.'
'Ah.' There wasn't too much to say to that one.
Carter or maybe it was Anders pulled out a big table and began to set four places. This lounge or parlour was much bigger than Red's and I caught a glimpse of a large bed behind a curtain off to the left. There was very obviously an upper floor and I hoped it contained bedroom as I didn't really fancy sleeping in with Granny. Amazing what you think about, here I was stuffed full of a rough and ready history and I was thinking about bed... I wondered where the elvish brothers slept or perhaps they returned to their village or whatever at nightfall. A damn good job I had Foxy for a companion.
'Situp.' Granny rose and removed her cloak which she'd had wrapped around her in spite of the fire. I held it as she handed it over. 'Try it on.'
Slightly amused I settled the black cloak with it's silver trim around my shoulders and it felt good, to be honest I felt a bit like a vampire and I fingered the silver crown with it's two stars on the collar.
'Do they designate something?' I enjoyed the weight and the smoothness of the material.
'Mistress Witch, of the First Order,' she smiled. 'Silver trim for the College just outside Brystol, red trim for Southdown and blue trim for Anglia.'
'No gold trim?'
'Reserved for the Lady High Witch or Lord High Warlock of each sovereign Kingdom. The crown is the first stage on leaving college as a qualified member of the Guild.'
'It's not so formalised on my world.'
'You're old world,' she corrected me again. 'Please be seated.' She waved her hand and both our chairs slid away from the table, her very first demonstration of magic and probably parlour magic. The sort of thing I could have done at home... which I must stopsaying, I was home in the here and now. There would be no going back.
'Our world is a world of scavengers, nearly all our young witches and warlocks work in the field helping with excavations although nothing useful has been dug up since what the old ones called a Technical College on the outskirts of Brystol. Mind you that brought forth what 'electrics' we have. The word was foreign to me and I decided to give it a miss. One could only assimilate so much information at one sitting.
'It's all a bit confusing,' I said trying not to sound like a child as Anders served the soup and then accompanied by Carter joined us.
I was in a quandry, I was trying not to ogle these delicious boys and pay heed to Granny at the same time, quite hard but I knew they were both giving me the eye. I wondered who was going to sleep where but the thoughs were unworthy of me, I was a Mage and this woman was the only chance I had of recovering what I'd had... and that was the power.
One thing I had to remember and that's what Red had told me, the Forest Elves could be anywhere between the age they appeared which with this pair was around sixteen upto a hundred. They just didn't age at the same rate as we pure humans. Anders and Carter would still look the same when I was dust and had rejoined mother Earth.
'Bread please, Treyn,' Granny spoke which was a change from being at 'home', at our place hungry hands just grabbed. I reached out but she stopped me.'No hands.' She glared at me fiercely and Anders sitting opposite smiled encouragingly.
'Here goes nothing.' I concentrated on the platter and bugger me if it didn't lift from the table. I carefully guided it down the table and lay it by Granny and she clapped her hands.
'As I thought, you have about the first three levels quite naturally... you just needed a booster. Feel your ankh.'
I held my talisman and it was slightly warm again. I looked at the salter and it rose quite effortlessly into the air. 'About time,' Foxy grumbled from his blanket by the fire.
'Your ankh is just an amplifier,' Granny explained. 'The power is in you but will ebb and flow. When you are fit and well it will surge, when you are ill and depressed it will ebb a little. It is up to you to use it as you will but you are eminently qualified to do a 'gifted course' at the Brystol College and get your cloak.
'Really?' I grinned.
'Really,' she smiled as Taylor removed the plates from the starters and Anders went into the kitchen. Moments later they returned with more heaped plates. Gods, the people both human and not loved their food and they all ate like wolves even the elves who I thought were quite refined. Dead wrong there they ate like gnomes tearing into a schoolboy.
'I hear they have gnomes in the Welsh Islands.' I don't know what made me mention the evil little pricks but I did.
'Yes, so sweet,' Granny smiled, even Anders chuckled, the other one had a faceful of food.
'Sweet?' I sqweaked.
'Yes, very. I tried a gnome lover from the Welsh lands when I was a maiden. I met him at the college and we had a wonderful time but he had to return to his islands and I had to take up my position here.'
'Not on my world.'
'Your world, your world,' she snapped. 'Your world has gone. Our gnomes are all short, dark skinned and look remarkably like boys rather than men. A bit like elves,' she gave the pair a smile. 'They don't show any age until they're around fifty and then they go downhill fast but stabilise when they reach around a hundred.'
'Like ours... I meant like Wunderworld's.'
Granny finished her meal and waved her hand again and I watched fascinated as a decanter of wine sailed across the room followed by four glasses like ducklings following mummy duck. We had wine whilst the elves cleared away and then they joined us. They acted like servants but part of the family at the same time, curious. They didn't have much to say but this was a day of intruction more that chatter and Granny started off again.
'Your magic, Trey,' She looked at me 'I am going to write to the College of Magic and have you enrolled for the 'Gifted Course' in the Summer. The Woods are a protected zone and are short a witch or maybe a wizard. Your magic hasn't gone, I suspect the near death experience you had coupled with the exposure and not to mention the trauma of being here dulled it. I think you have it in you to be a great warlock maybe even the Kingdom's Lord High Warlock... early days all the same.
We sat supping wine until Granny announced she was going to have an afternoon nap and asked the brothers to look after me until the evening meal. We retired to what appeared top be another smaller lounge but which they called the sitting room and continued with our wine. I was feeling tired it had been a long day but the elves were good company. They told me of their village in the woods where most of their friends went into some sort of hibernation well above ground. In the end Carter went out to chop wood and collect vegetables for the supper and Anders showed me where I would be sleeping.
Granny Hood had two guest bedrooms on her upper floor and another bathroom and toilet, their plumbing seemed every bit as good as my old world although I believe everything went into cess pits which I don't want to go on about. The bedroom was nice for a guest room, at least it had a big bed and that's always a winner with me.
'Carter and I sleep in the next room,' Anders lounged by the door. 'Granny did say we had to look after you.'
'I'll look forward to it,' I grinned and he laughed.
'Well for starters, it's warm enough indoors to wear something a little more comfortable,' he suddenly disappeared and I stood there looking down at Carter in the garden until Anders re-appeared. He handed me a pair of lightweight forest green trousers and a white silken shirt, very sexy. 'You can roll up the bottoms if they're too long although you are tall for a human boy,' he smiled and handed me the garments.
'Ah, right.'
'Go ahead, change them. I don't mind,' he sat on a chair and looked at me. It was clear I was to give a floor show but one had to start somewhere. I sat on the bed and removed my heavy boots and then stood to drop my outdoor trousers.
'Ta ra ra,' he made with a trumpet sound and boldly stretched his legs out in front displaying a rather indecent bulge.
I dropped the trousers and stood there in my tight briefs and tugged my shirt up displaying my belly and navel. 'You like?' I've got to say I felt like a bit of a slut but after what I'd been through over the last couple of weeks I was passed caring. I turned to look out of the window again and saw Carter still at it and Foxy snuffling around in the rubbish heap. Suddenly Anders was behind me and I felt his arms encircle me, his hands settled on my crotch taking a feel and then ran up and down my bloated belly and toyed with my nipples.
'Most warlocks are old and ugly,' he snickered and I felt his breath blow away my hair and his lips lightly caressed my neck . 'Not you though, you're beautiful.'
'Thank you,' I squirmed back and felt his package press against my thin briefs.
'Carter will be busy for the next two hours or so,' his hands slipped down my body and settled onto the front of my briefs gently squeezing my burgeoning erection. 'Nice.'
'He won't come up?' I pressed back harden into his groin.
'Not this afternoon but we'll both visit you tonight,' Anders breathed in my ear and nipped the lobe. I felt his hands grasp the hem of my shirt and slip it upwards as I raised my arms. Anders guided me to the bed and I tried my magic. I stared at the key in the door and concentrated. There was a click as the key turned locking us in. 'There you go,' Anders crowed. 'You truly are gifted.' My mind was working overtime, I was absolutely delighted that my powers were returning and on such a day. I had two elves to look after and suspected I might be trying a few tricks I've never had occasion to try before. I gave a wriggle in his arms and he giggled as he felt the waistband of his own trousers come undone and they began to slip down his legs. 'Magical,' he giggled and crushed into me slipping his hands into the back of my briefs cupping my tensed bottom. 'Mmmm...' his long and very demanding tongue slipped into my mouth and the slippery dance began.
We writhed around and slowly and sensually undressed each other this time by hand, the time for spells was over, I just wanted to enjoy my two hours with Anders and I wanted him to enjoy it as well. He was taller than I was and undoubtedly older but his penis was a good eight inches and I remembered Red warning me. He'd told me that elves were insatiable, young human teens had remarkable recovery powers but elves were something else. When they talked aboiut an all night orgy that's exactly what they meant. Ander's long and now drooling cock slipped up and down on my belly as he ground into me and I fondled his tight bottom. He really did have the solid, well muscled bum of a twelve year old, strange in view of his enormous cock and taut abdominals. I had said he was tall and slender not that he was in any way skinny, lean was the word or maybe lithe and he was strong with it. Suddenly he lifted my legs and his head ducked, the next thing I felt was his warm wetness as he started to suck and slobber on my hole and then the incredible sensation of his long tongue actually opening me up and penetrating my body. It was such a rush, I squirmed around on the bed clutching the pillows as his snakelike tongue plundered my rectum coating me with his ample saliva. I felt my ring easing and rested my waving legs on his back.
I felt his tongue slip from me and my gaping hole slowly closed as he took my scrotum in and sucked it moving my tight sac around in his mouth but he wasn't finished. He then took my raging erection into his mouth and began to suck and suckle on my dripping penis. At this stage I willed myself not to cum, I knew his game, he wanted to drain me and then take me all the way. My idea was slightly different, if he was going to have his use of me then it went both ways. I was a young mage not an idiot and I wanted that tight white arse of his as much as he wanted mine. When he allowed my erection to slip from his mouth and his lips started to travel up my body I knew he was making his move. His shoulders had moved my legs back so that they were up around my head as he kissed me and I felt his slick saliva and precum coated knob slip against my pucker.
'Gently, Anders,' I whispered. 'Nice and slow.'
'As you command, Treyn,' he smiled at me and I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth as his slippery glans pushed against me and opened me up quite easily and began to fill my rectum with his deliciously hot cock. 'Yeah...' I sighed as his enormous hardon began to move inside me. He was as good at his work and took his time and each push I felt more and more of him in me and squeezed on his hot shaft as he began to move faster and faster. He was completely pubic free and his skin was smoother than smooth. A strange golden honey colour in spite of the winter but I ran my hands over his marble smooth torso tweaking his nipples with my fingers as he fucked and finally I felt his bodypressing against mine.
I'd surprised myself as I'd taken all of him without a murmur, not a twing of pain just the satisfaction of his hot and very solid lump lodged in my belly and now he held me tightly as I did him and his hips started to move faster and he rutted harder and deeper. My teeth clicked as he fucked me good and like a teenage slut I enjoyed it, the feel of his slippery flesh moving inside me, the feel of his hard body against me and the feel of his sweet elfin kisses as he rode me to his climax.
By the jolly old Gods of lust and all the rest of it, when he ejaculated (love that word) it was like someone pumping me up, he squirted and surged until I felt his thick elfin cum smearing between my cheeks and running out of my body. I've heard of a messy fuck but this was ridiculous. He lay on me still deep in my body and made lazy prods making things messier but at least I felt fucked. I tried a cleanup spell I used to use, the one lazy boy mages learn very early in their career. It cleaned me on the outside but I could still feel is fluid inside me but I didn't mind.
'You really are good, good at the magic as well as sex,' he grinned. 'You are so good, Treyn,' he nuzzled at my sweaty neck. 'Fancy a bit of Anders.'
'Truely,' I laughed as he slid free and lay on his back with his long blonde hair framing his face. It was so sweek, kinky in the way that his pointy ears protuded through his thick and luxurious hair. He smiled up at me and held my hips as I settled between his splayed legs which he then lifted exposing his tight little pink pucker. It looked so tiny but he seized my hardness and guided it to his hole without any foreplay and rubbed my leaking glans across his pucker.
'Do it, Treyn,' he rasped and I pushed into his heat and tightness. Surprisingly enough he gave a long shuddering sigh as I penetrated him and grasping my waist and wrapped his long legs around my body. He was so nice and so tight, he was like a stretched version of little Hansel or a fair haired edition of young Taylor. No he wasn't, he was Anders the Elf and he was damn good at what he did. He writhed on my spike as I sank into his sweet flesh and started to move. He moaned, he kissed and he clamped at all the right times as I rumped away at his sweet bottom and when I cum it was a beauty. I thought it would never end, he may have put one of his glamours on me and if he had it was a good one and in the end we lay in a sweaty and loving mess. As I lay there with he afternoon sum percolating the curtains I thought about the night to come. God, two of them, I was going to be a wreck at the end of it but it would be worth it. I had come across to Granny's to be educated after all.
To be continued
FINALLY: A fan (?) asked me if I had any idea where I was going with this story and the honest answer is: No. The next three chapters will be Orpans at Reds, Orphans at the Mill and Treyn goes to College and meets his true love (aaah), after that who knows.
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