The Rise of the Titans

This is the first book of a series called The Rise of the Titans, that will eventually include four books : Book One: The Noble Mercenaries Book Two: The Blacksmith's Apprentice Book Three: A Slave on the Run Book Four: The Dragon Master

Here is the first chapter (have you read the prologue?). I hope that you have as much pleasure reading the story as I have writing it. Don't hesitate to contact me for feedback and (positive) criticism ! :)

Copyright 2020 Hector Jones. All Rights Reserved. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Rise of the Titans Book One: The Noble Mercenaries

Chapter 1: Last moment of peace

Morning broke. Now that light came back, the watch became less imperative. Auriel the elf druid drew a deep breath and relaxed. The night had been without menace.

For once.

The watcher stretched from his crouching position on a rock and stepped down onto the grass. There on the ground his companions were sound asleep. That too was rather unusual.

Black-haired Daxos was usually wary as a cat, ready to spring to his feet at the slightest sound, knives in hands. There's no such thing as peace for a thief.

As for Baragor, the mighty Baragor from the northern steppes, he hardly needed sleep at all. But the last month had been tiresome. And their troubles were far from over.

But there was no trouble now. Dawn was soft and beautiful. Auriel walked to the center of camp where embers from yesterday's fire drifted in the air. He watched Daxos' face. It was smooth. A rare sight. There was usually a smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his black eyes.

Then the elf turned to Baragor. The warrior was sleeping on the ground, as usual, his cloak was as good a mattress as anything. The warrior was a powerful man; some would say giant's blood flowed in his veins -- or if they were looking for a fight, they'd try to mention orc's blood. And then Baragor would smash their heads with only his fists.

Yet, Auriel knew that Baragor was pure of heart. The earth would break before he would betray his friendship for the elf. Auriel bent over and kissed his friend on the brow, wishing him dreams of glory.

Then he stood again and walked away from camp. It was time for him to welcome a new day in his fashion. He stepped out of the small clearing he had protected last night with a magic ring and found his way to a nearby stream.

There, he tugged his leather braces down, unbuckled his silver belt and dropped his trousers. He stepped out of his laced boots and folded his pants on a rock. His green shirt braided with leaves was pulled up and folded as well.

Finally, almost naked, he untied the various knots holding his silken loincloth. The white fabric fell, piece after piece, and opened.

And there he was, Auriel the beautiful, totally uncovered, his nakedness plump and crowned with short brown hair.

Now that he was completely nude, he knelt to the ground and thanked the earth. Then he stretched, proud yet humble, youthful yet older than trees, gentle yet strong. His body had a perfect line, from the tip of his pointy ears to the curve of his bum. As he walked towards the water, every muscle under his velvety skin rippled like living stone.

Auriel stepped inside the water and moved forward until the waves came to lick his crotch. He felt the cold on his body but didn't reel from it. Water was his element and could never hurt him. All he was made to feel was bliss: the wind in his chestnut hair, the morning sun on his shoulders, the fresh water between his thighs, all of it, pleasure.

As such, he burst out laughing and dived. He swam upstream and downstream, sliding effortlessly through the water, chasing fish and rejoicing in the feeling of fresh water on every inch of his body. When he had swam enough, he climbed out, drooling and drooping, a beaming smile on his face. He took his clothes and walked back to the camp. There, he worked on rekindling the fire. Flames soon came back.

• Well, isn't that a beautiful sight!

Auriel turned around. Baragor was watching him.

• Good morning to you! Auriel said.

Baragor smiled his grouchy smile and winked. Daxos stirred.

• Is breakfast ready? he asked.

Daxos pulled open his cape. He only wore his loincloth and a thin ring of leather high on his leg where he stashed a dagger. When Baragor sat near the fire, the ponderous package inside his loincloth hit the ground with a thud. He put a hand on the naked elf's thigh and said:

• I reckon the end of the night was quiet?

• Quiet indeed. No one ever comes close to this part of the country.

Three days ago, they had entered the last forest bordering the Sun Lands. It was a lonely part of the world, away from cities and trade routes. Yet the Sun Lands were where they were heading.

Auriel unpacked some food. As Daxos munched his part, he gazed at Auriel's body.

• It seems someone had the chance to take an early bath.

• We can all freshen up before going on, the elf answered.

• Good, Daxos replied, we don't know when we'll find running water again.

When breakfast was over, Auriel led them to the stream. Daxos was out of his cloth in a heartbeat. He actually never lost an occasion to show his naked body around and indeed, he was right to feel proud. Every muscle of his body was perfectly defined and the thick manhood hanging from his hairy belly was a mighty piece of meat. He smiled at his friends and jumped in water making a big splash. Auriel turned to Baragor.

• Come with me. I'll wash your wound.

A week ago, a horde of wood goblins had attacked them when Baragor was on guard.

First mistake.

Then, when Daxos and Auriel had awakened, the goblins had not fled.

Second mistake.

They didn't live enough to make a third one. But during the battle, Baragor had been wounded by an arrow. It missed but opened a bloody gash on his lower belly. Goblins shot poisoned arrows so Auriel had had to use his magic to make a cure. He had charmed his own saliva and turned it into an ointment, so that he was sure never to run short of it. Everyday since then, he had to change Baragor's bandage and renew the cure.

Auriel untied Baragor's loincloth. His dick and furry balls were all crowned with curly red hair a darker shade than his hair. The large dick was uncut, the knob just peeping out of the foreskin. The elf held the member in one hand and gave it a gentle tug as he removed the cloth with the other. Then he lifted the bandage to have a look at the wound, careful not to rip hair off.

• It is clean and the edges fuse well, Auriel said. It should be cured by tomorrow.

• No wonder. You're a great healer.

Auriel poured water on Baragor's belly. His hands brushed on Baragor's hair, washing the skin around the wound. Then Auriel put his face closer and kissed the gash. He still had his hand wrapped around the dick. As his lips moved around the wound, he went on tugging at the member, relishing on the girth that fills his palm. Soon blood rush inside the member. Baragor let go a sigh and placed his hands on Auriel's head. The magic saliva was working around the rims of the wound, helping it close. Right below, Baragor's dick turned thicker and started to rise. The warrior chuckled.

• You never let go of an occasion, he said to the elf.

Auriel, being his mischievous self, yanked it harder. Baragor grunted. His cock was now hard and straightening up with Auriel's right hand moving up and down. The left hand had found Baragor's ball-sack and fondled it. After a moment, Auriel moved back from the hairy belly and said:

• I think that will do for today.

He stopped jerking the warrior off just as he stretched the foreskin back with one tug. Baragor looked down with such a face that Auriel exploded in laughter. A second later, he wrapped his mouth around Baragor's knob. The warrior thrust his head back and groaned with pleasure.

Done with his bathing, Daxos came out of the water a few feet away from the pair and laid on the grass. His balls drying up in the sun, he gazed at Auriel and Baragor. "Those two..." he muttered with a smile.

Daxos always put up with this. Every time Auriel changed Baragor's bandage, it ended up with a blowjob. Now Auriel was quite excited as well, his own dick rising between his legs, throbbing and chunky. Daxos really didn't mind. Since the beginning, he was well aware of the love the warrior and the elf shared. He himself had never been aroused by the body of another man but he had to admit, those two were beautiful in their own way. He had grown fond of watching them make love, the way they moved, where they placed their lips, how their bottom opened for one another.

"But today, we don't have much time to waste", Daxos thought. He pondered over the blowjob Auriel was giving. Was it going to be a quick one or the foreplay from some more intense frolic? Hard to tell. After a while, he stood up and went to them.

• My friends, apologies for being the sorry ass but I'm not sure we have time to play... Shouldn't we get going?

Eyes closed in ecstasy, Baragor lost his balance. As he stumbled, he placed his arm around Daxos and held on to him.

• If you don't want to be a sorry ass, don't be! he warmly grunted as he tightened his grip.

Daxos wriggled his way out of Baragor's naked embrace, his own dick flapping this way and that on Auriel's cheek and the warrior's thigh.

• Do as you please, the thief said. I'm going back to camp. When I'm done packing, we leave!

He slapped Baragor on the butt and left the riverbank. Auriel finally looked up.

• He's right, you know.

• Shut up, the warrior replied, shoving his dick back inside.

The elf took it in but his mind was made up. It was time to end it. He didn't take long as he had driven Baragor on the verge of explosion.

• Wait, wait..., the warrior began when he sensed where Auriel was going.

Auriel didn't listen. He kept on swallowing the thick cock, taking it as deep as he could.

• I wanna take you, Baragor insisted.

Auriel licked the tip of Baragor's dick and examined the sky.

• The day is growing old. We don't have that much time.

Baragor was about to insist. Auriel was about to retort. But all of a sudden the elf gave up. He stood up, facing Baragor and kissed him deeply, mixing his saliva heavy with dick-taste over the warrior's tongue. He had been caught at his own game and was now very aroused himself. Baragor laughed and hugged him, shoving his dick against his.

• Just hurry! the elf said to his lover.

They lay down on the riverbank where grass grew. Auriel got out of Baragor's embrace, rolled on the grass and offered his butt. Baragor, huffing from all the kissing, watched Auriel's perfect bubble, his legs open wide and his balls hanging in between. His cock hardened in a spasm and he jumped on all four to come crawling.

He took his dick in his hand and slid it gently into Auriel's ass. Its dripping head pushed against Auriel's tight hole and began to dig. The elf raised his smooth butt up and danced a little to welcome the fat dick. Baragor pushed his way in with delicate movements that belied his strong appearance. Auriel closed his eyes. He pushed his butt higher up. Baragor was in.

Auriel rose on all four and arched his back. Baragor leaned on him with all his weight. He was much bigger than the slender elf but Auriel was strong; Baragor would have trouble overcoming him in a fair fight.

Now the elf had his eyes closed in ecstasy, as he felt the weight of Baragor's ball-sack hit his own, as the warrior fucked him. They were low hangers and they came slamming between his thighs every time Baragor pushed his hips forward. Each shock sent a wave of pleasure all the way up Auriel's spine.

• Faster, he heard himself hiss, faster!

Baragor obliged. He bit Auriel's hear-lob and grabbed his ass. He pounded. Whack, whack, whack, his balls slapping.

• Faster, faster!

Daxos came back at that moment. He was about to say something but saw it was useless. Baragor's butt thwacked faster, Auriel was jerking off below. Both lovers were on the brink of rapture.

They exploded, Baragor inside, Auriel on the grass, shouting and panting together and covered in fresh sweat. It took them a few minutes to be able to open their eyes. They saw Daxos watching them with his wry smile.

• Feeling better? Let's hit the road, now!

To be continued on Chapter 2: Prisoners!

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