Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:48:58 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: TALES FROM THE SPOOKY WOODS - 9

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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