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 chapter 3 (have you read the previous instalments?). 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 ! :)

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The Rise of the Titans

Book One: The Noble Mercenaries

Chapter 2: Prisoners!

Getting out of the forest didn't take long. Trees drew off and the land before them became dry and barren. They had been right to enjoy water from the stream. Their journey was about to get arid. The wind was blowing dust in the sky. Soon the sun was nothing but a halo. But the heat was still dreadful and they were quickly drenched in sweat.

They walked until midday then they had to stop. It was too hot to make any progress. They had a drink while Baragor pulled out a large piece of toile out of his rucksack. They settled it up as best they could to make a little shade. Then, Auriel tugged down his braces, Daxos unbuckled his belt and Baragor yanked his pants down. Naked, they put their soggy garments to dry on a line, sat under the toile and had another gulp of water.

• Time for a nap, Baragor said.

He kissed Daxos on the cheek, Auriel on the lips and the three of them lied over their cloaks and capes for a few hours. In the late afternoon, they woke up from drowsiness. All sported a dick bloated from both the heat and the need to take a leak. They crawled out of the tent, stood under the sun and pissed on a dried up bush. Daxos tugged at his boner as fresh sweat dripped on his back.

• It's still too hot, he said.

Baragor acquiesced. He and Auriel too were hard. They all went back under the canvas and masturbated.

Later on, as Auriel's hand moved up and down his boner, Baragor peeped out at the sun. Linger here would be nice but he decided it was time to go.

Since the three of them had entered the Sun Lands, the elf and the thief relied on Baragor to take the lead. His experience of harsh environments had toughened him. Daxos himself was more at ease in cities. Likewise, deserts always oppressed Auriel. Hence Baragor made sure his elf lover coped with the diminution of life around him by being extra nice to him at nap wanks. All and all, the three of them were complementary and that was why their companionship lasted. The fact they had the same animalness and sensuality was no small part in that either.

When Baragor gave the word, Daxos and Auriel stopped playing with their dicks and began to dismantle the camp, knob still wet and shaft still pumping. Eventually, they put their clothes back on and resumed walking until the sun was gone.

After dinner, the warrior took first watch, Auriel and Daxos made the bed. As desert nights were freezing and their clothes were once more soaked with sweat, they got naked again. The black-haired thief lied on his back, opened his arms and legs and Auriel knelt and bent over to lie on him, interweaving his legs and joining their groins. Daxos sighed with contentment and closed the blanket around them.

Auriel felt the cock of the thief throb against his. This was to be expected: for one, Daxos was a very sexual being. The warmth of any skin would turn him on. And Auriel, as every elf would, exhaled a perfume that was quite impossible to resist.

• Are you all right? Auriel teased him, feeling his cock hardening against his own.

Daxos grunted and found a cozy place to put his hard dick, right against Auriel's. He moved a bit, rubbing his foreskin and enjoying the weight of the elf on his stomach. Warmth grew under the blanket, a pleasant relief from the cold. The cheerful elf pinched the thief's nipples and kissed him on the cheek. Daxos played along. He bit the chin and clutched Auriel's butt. Baragor came and tugged the men tight. He gave a small pat on their heads.

• Sleep now.

They obeyed, kissed one last time and closed their eyes. Nearby, Baragor raised his head and watched the sky alight with thousands of stars. Every breath he drew was now piercing cold. The night was deadly quiet. Hours went by. The desert was completely still and dark. It was an uneventful night.

The next day came as the one before, their routine well established. There was the waking-up before dawn and the shaking of morning wood around breakfast. Then clothes on and walk until midday. Then came the nap in the shade with the circle-jerk of the doze hard-ons; Daxos played with his meat next to Auriel and Baragor who used either hand or mouth on each other. Daxos got his occasional kiss that landed on any part of his body really and he took it gratefully. The warrior and the elf respected his boundary but the thief never pushed them away when they came munching at his nipple or lapping at his neck. He wanked his dick hard.

At night, two men slept while the third took watch. When their turn came to sleep together, Auriel and Baragor made love under the blanket to warm it up. Sweat was as good a lube as anything. That kept the elf's spirit up, after he and Baragor had been edging during naps. When Daxos' turn came to lie down, he also was happy to find The spot they kept for Daxos was hence nice and warm and the thief happy to find it so. His friends lingered with him for a while when he came to bed, rubbing him from head to toe with their hot bodies to help him fight off the cold. He never minded the smear of sperm their leaking cocks left on him as they brushed over his skin.

In spite of these simple pleasures, the days grew tiresome and the water ran sparse. And they needed to make some progress. One afternoon, as they were jerking off together under the makeshift tent, Auriel shared his concern:

• We don't know where the city of Oliff used to be... I wonder if it is a good idea to keep walking south as we do...

• The lost city can only be deep in the desert, Daxos replied. That's what the legends tell.

Baragor moved closer to Auriel and placed his fist around the elf's hand.

• We have to go on until some new information arises. We still have stocks. Do not worry.

As they indulged in enjoyment, they all remembered why they were here in the first place. Yes, they were looking for a long-lost city in ruins in the desert. But getting to Oliff was just the first step of the job they were hired to do. A few months back in the city of Guiver, as they were enjoying the rewarding end of a quest, they had been approached by a wizard named Ojorin.

The wizard asked them to find something of his own that had been stolen: a shard of crystal. It was not very imposing, as long as an open hand but it had a bright inner light that made it shone like moonlight. According to the wizard, the crystal was not particularly powerful in magic but it had been given to him by his master at the end of his studies. He held it very dear. Ojorin believed a former student from his order had done the job. This rival, named Curuli, had turned to dark powers at the time and had been expelled. Ojorin suspected Curuli stole the crystal to spite him.

This all seemed rather petty and a bit amusing to our heroes but then the wizard went on offering a large amount of money, way more than such a job would indeed have required. To tell the truth, Ojorin seemed both eager to get his shard back and forcefully detached when speaking of it. There was something else that he did not speak about.

But the mercenaries took the job. Answers, if there were any, would come later. They set up to the task. In only a few weeks, they heard the rumor about a dark wizard settling in the desert. They went to investigate.

And that was why an elf, a warrior and a thief now laid naked in the Sun Lands desert and found themselves in a circle-jerk. Baragor could feel Auriel's anxiety just by the way his dick thickened and pulsated in his hand. He did his best to calm him down, using now fingers then mouth. Auriel appreciated the gesture and snaked his way under the belly of the warrior to gulp at his cock in return. They pleased each other until the heat got the best of them and they came back into each other's embrace to cuddle and masturbate some more.

• South is the only way forward, Baragor said after a moment.

• Then south it is, Auriel replied, calmed down by caresses.

They all got up from under the canvas, sporting their boner. Most times, they didn't cum after nap wank. It was just a nice way to get their bearings back. On days like today, it was too hot to consider proper sex anyways. Once more they gathered their stuff and resumed their journey in the desert.

Two nights on, their prayers were finally answered. During watch, Baragor spotted red lights and movement, not too far away from where they had set camp. He squinted his eyes. There was a moving line of the torches and four or five creaking wagons. By the sound of shrieking voices, they recognized a caravan of goblins. This might just be what they were looking for.

He softly woke his friends up. Daxos came out of the blanket with his usual hard-on. Auriel's belly was wet with precum. Daxos shrugged apologetically while they dressed up in silence. Then, weapons in hands, they ran toward the caravan without making a noise.

Coming closer, they saw the carts were caged. Silhouettes joggled inside the cages, men stripped of their garments.

• This is our chance! the elf whispered. They're bringing back prisoners to their lair!

Oliff was said to have become a goblin's nest. This caravan would lead them straight to the city.

• So what do we do? Baragor asked. Fight?

• No, we sneak in. But we'll need a bit of magic for that.

Auriel held his hands, uttered a few elvish words and magic happened with a wisp of silverlight: the elf, the warrior and the thief had been changed into ragged men. They now bore a three day's beard and all their clothes had disappeared. They only wore undergarments made of leather which appeared stained and ripped, as of prisoners'.

• This will do, I believe, Auriel said.

All their weapons and stuff and food was magically reduced to a tiny bag the size of a coin. Auriel hid it into Baragor's ripped loincloth.

• Now all I need is a bewilderment charm.

A magic haze came out of the elf's hands and overran the caravan of goblins. The creatures slowed down. Confused voices arose. The trio took their chance and ran towards the wagons. They split up, each man jumped inside a different cage and mixed with the real prisoners When the haze lifted up, the goblins got their senses back and the caravan went on as if nothing had happened.

Daxos found out that his cage was more crowded than it had seemed from the outside. Men lied on the floor in a pile of arms and legs. His disguise had been wise: the prisoners had been stripped off their clothes and thrown into the cages wearing only their underwear, when they still had one. Daxos could see that most were indeed naked. Bodies were bruised and faces had a crestfallen air about them. Were these soldiers who had lost a battle?

A bump on the road made the thief lose balance. His head fell between a man's legs, right on the lump of his crotch. His mouth crashed onto a soft and fat ball-sack packed inside a linen pouch. The surprise man stared down at Daxos. His eyes focused and he frowned when he didn't recognize the new-comer.

• Who are you? he asked in a whisper.

• Me and my friends need to come with you, Daxos answered, his voice muffled by the man's groin over his lips.

• Silence in the cage! a goblin voice said.

The stranger pressed on Daxos' head with two hands.

• Keep your head down. If you cause any trouble, you'll taste the tip of their blade!

• Silence! repeated a goblin, clashing his stick on the bars.

• See? whispered the stranger.

Daxos agreed. But he was still butt up and felt the night air on his ass-crack. His loincloth was little more than a belt. Damn Auriel and his elf magic. He never lost an occasion for malicious whims. Butt-naked Daxos calmed down eventually. The cart was rocking him. There were wisps of magic haze hanging around the bars and over the prisoners.

Daxos looked up from the groin. The prisoner was a sturdy-looking man in his forties, obviously strong and trained for combat. But he had a beaten look in his eyes. He had seen defeat. Recently.

• What happened to you?

• I am the captain of a host of guards from the Ithen Tower. We were attacked by orcs and most of us were killed. The survivors were taken prisoners by goblins while orcs went on with their rampage. I don't know where they're taking us.

• What is your name?

• Karo. And you?

• Daxos.

As the thief took a breath, his nose filled up with perfumes rising from the captain's crotch. There was sweat, strong and manly. And also ball-sack smells that saturated the linen loincloth. It was hot inside the cage, because of the torches hooked on the bars. Karo's skin was moist, hence the powerful fragrance from his groin.

Daxos began to feel heady. He was sweating as well. Was Auriel's bewilderment charm still active? The thief surely didn't feel like his usual self. His senses were more intense to him. All the perfumes and textures of skin against his hair and colors of the flames over sweating chests. Daxos watched drops of sweat roll down the trail of short hair going down Karo's flat and hard stomach. He turned his head a little and that's when he saw it: an erection. Some naked soldier lying on his back was hard as hell, his dick pointing up and throbbing. The soldier had the same dreamy look in his eyes as Karo. And Daxos himself indeed.

Then another dick grew fat, the bloated knob pushing out of the foreskin. This time, the soldier reacted and with a sigh he grabbed his cock. Here and there, soldiers turned hard in the heat of the torches. And they began to wank. Damn Auriel and his elvish magic! Daxos didn't need to see more to get excited in turn. The urge to wank got over him and he didn't find the strength to resist. Eventually, Karo looked down at him and Daxos felt the captain's dick grow against his cheek. Within seconds it hardened and got out of the loincloth, thick and venous and straight as a log. Karo closed his eyes and stretched.

Daxos looked at the captain's dick and found it very beautiful. Before he had time to realize that he had never felt like this before, he was touching it with his fingers. Karo let him take his whole dick and balls out of the loincloth and explore them. The thief touched and grabbed and brushed and gently stroked this fat cock. Karo still kept his eyes closed even when he placed one hand on the head of the thief.

Daxos wanked Karo faster now, giving him a good old-fashioned hand-job. The captain smiled and grunted. Daxos watched the foreskin move over and pull back the knob and all the shining precum wet his hand. He licked his fingers, tasted another man juice for the first time and found that he liked it.

Less than a minute later, Daxos was sucking the captain's dick and enjoyed every bit of it. So did Karo who finally opened his eyes and looked down. He was gasping and had both hands over Daxos's head now.

• Wait, he whispered, wait.

He pulled Daxos out and brought him to his face to kiss him. Daxos understood his was now his time to lay back and relax. That he knew how to do very well and he let the captain go down on him. Karo's lips closed around the knob in a second and, gods! what a good job he did sucking the thief's dick!

Around them, all the soldiers were now engaged in some kind of sexual activities. Some jerked off by themselves, most were sharing with partners. A few were already fucking, slowly, almost silently, so that the creaking of the wagon covered their moans.

Daxos himself came close to ecstasy. Karo sensed it and he came back up. They needed not to talk. They just kissed and wanked each other until the urge to suck dick came over them again, stronger than before. Karo went down between Daxos' legs. The thief did the same and both men sucked the fat dick offered to them until they came. Daxos pushed the dick deep inside his throat, as deep as he dared to and swallowed the salty cum from Karo. He struggled, for there was a lot to swallow and little room left around the big shaft, but he managed not to gag and still keep breathing.

• Never done that, Daxos finally said to Karo as the captain was back in his arms.

• Me neither. But it felt awesome. I so needed that!

Over them, as the men around fucked and sucked and slept, the sky began to light up.

To be continued on Chapter 4: The lost city of Oliff

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