Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 19:17:10 -0700
From: Elryc Caledon <morgorn1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Prince - Part Six

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The Prince - Part Six

In the safe confines of the great old Hall,
surrounded by the beautiful glowing valley,
Morien, with the aid of Sheppington, slowly
fashioned himself a well ordered existence.
Morien embarked on a thorough study of the
books contained in the library, which were
occasionally added to by the Prince during
his rare, unannounced visits.

Morien had slipped easily into the role of
serving the Prince as a personal steward.
The Prince had few needs, and even fewer
appetites.  Morien saw to it that the Prince's
apartments were always aired, and that the
sheets on his bed were always clean and dry,
and during the colder months, there was always
a fire lit.  Morien also worked tirelessly on
various articles of clothing, but what the
Prince valued most were the great cloaks that
Morien assembled for him, with clever clasps
and plenty of hidden, recessed pockets to
conceal valuables in.

Morien's love for Sheppington only grew deeper
as the years went by, although Bradbury still
retained a strange, unsettling power over him,
as did the Prince himself.  They both had become
aware, very early on, of the love that had burst
into being between Sheppington and Morien, and
both evidently approved of the couple.

Days had passed into months, the autumn deepened
in winter.  Winter spread a pure white blanket
on the valley, and brittle ice swirled around
the river and the falls. Spring came, then
summer passed again, and winter arrived again.

And so the years passed, so many years that
Morien lost count of them, and they were only
punctuated with brief visits by the Prince, who
never seemed to age, but who never-the-less,
seemed to grow older and older.  Bradbury's visits
were even fewer, and whenever he was asked about
the world outside  the valley, he looked dark and
grim.

One night, while speaking quietly around the fire,
drinking tea, Bradbury told Morien that the lands
beyond the valley had grown barren and deserted.
However, he had recently followed a band of soldiers
on their way to a destination beyond the valley,
he had tried to gather what news he could.

"My Prince's haven, this Hall, and this valley
will not remain hidden for much longer, my friend."
Bradbury said.

"What of the outer defenses, that strange fog we
came through?" Morien asked.  "Surely that will
continue protect the valley?"

"No, the fog is gradually failing, because the
power that sustains it, is failing. Long have
greedy marauders been penetrating our defenses."
Bradbury looked meaningfully at Morien.

"You mean," Morien's voice grew quieter, "the
Prince, his power fades?"

"Yes.  His power wanes, as does mine.  The world
is fading into darkness."

"Your power?" Morien was startled.

Bradbury smiled.

"Who are you?" Morien asked.

"We are...we were...," Bradbury's smile faded,
and  suddenly, he looked very old, and so sad that
Morien became frightened.  "We were part of a
great host of those known as the sons of God,"
he finally finished.

A long moment passed, "You could not understand,"
Bradbury began again, by way of an explanation.
"What you can understand, is the race of men were
not the only ones deceived at the dawn of time."

They sat in silence for some time.

Bradbury finally spoke again, "I am going to show
you a secret path leading beyond the falls to a
nearby road outside the valley."

"I will not leave without Sheppington."

"He may accompany you, but you both must be cautious
to not reveal yourselves to the outside world, as
you would be put to death, with the utmost of cruelty."

"I understand," Morien sighed.

"I will give you a purse, with enough gold in it to
keep you and Sheppington comfortable for the rest
of your lives," Bradbury added.  "You will have
enough to build, in some out of the way place, and
live in as much peace, as the world will allow."

"These wars," Morien shook his head sadly, "How will
we keep from being drawn in?"

"Morien, that is something you and Sheppington will
have to do for yourselves.  Just be ready for the
sign to leave."

"And what of the others?" Morien asked.

"All will be cared for; some have left already, as
you may have noticed."

"Yes, I have.  I wondered why anyone would want to
leave."

Bradury moved closer to Morien, cupped his face in
one hand, and then kissed him tenderly.

"You are still, after all these years, so beautiful,"
Bradbury murmured.

Morien's eyes suddenly filled with tears, "I have
grown old, I've lost count of the years that have
gone by."

"Age is nothing, and the Prince has slowed time for
your body.  You will have many years yet to live with
your Sheppington."

Bradbury kissed Morien again, "Sleep with me tonight,
my dear friend?"

Morien nodded.  Sheppington understood the powers held
by Bradbury and the Prince, and would not object.

"Let's have a bathe first," Bradbury suggested.

The two men walked down the corridors to the bath house,
which was empty, as it was getting rather late.  Before
they undressed, Bradbury led Morien to the back of the
structure, behind a wall, and stood before a panel that
was flanked by two benches.

Bradbury reached to a slight ledge, and to Morien's
astonishment, the panel swung back, and before them was
a narrow tunnel that led straight back into the ridge
of the mountain behind the hall.

"This route will take you behind the falls, and lets
out in the woods.  Continue south, until you reach the
main high road," Bradbury instructed.

Bradbury tugged on the ledge again, and the panel shut
again tightly.

Then they both undressed and sat in the steaming waters,
both lost in their own thoughts.  After a while, laughing
a little at their shrunken skins, the two men threw on
robes and moved with haste down the chilly corridors to
Bradbury's rooms.

There, in front of a fire, they dried themselves
thoroughly, and Bradbury finally began kissing Morien,
and Morien allowed himself to fall into the spell of
Bradbury's caresses and his kisses.

Soon, the two writhed on the bed, Bradbury moaned
in lust as the hotness of his strong, stout shaft
thrusted against Morien's sweating abs.  Morien could
feel Bradbury's thick cock grinding against his body,
and suddenly he wanted that thick organ sliding deep
inside of him.

Bradbury's hands reached down, and lifted and spread
Morien's legs, exposing Morien's tight opening to his
view.

"Are you ready for me to take you now?" Bradbury
gasped.

Morien merely nodded his submission.

With his arms locked into place, keeping Morien's legs
fully spread out, Bradbury made a few sweeping passes
with his cockhead on Morien's exposed ass, gently probing,
testing, teasing, causing Morien to gasp, with ever
increasing lustfulness.  Morien's cock jerked and
threatened to erupt.

Then Bradbury's cock found its target, and pushed inside.

Morien threw his head back and groaned as the thick
cock continued to part his tight flesh and slid home.
Morien could feel the thick pubic patch scraping against
his body, and knew that he had all of Bradbury inside of
him, and the erotic joy of that moment was almost
overwhelming.

Bradbury began directly to thrust, deep, powerful,
demanding thrusts, pulling nearly completely out at the
end of each thrust.

Bradbury kept Morien's legs spread and, after several
minutes of the powerful strokes, he began to savagely
to pound into Morien's prone body, signaling the end
of his lust was nearing.

Morien, unable to hold back, shuddered as his orgasm took
hold of his body, and his cock flexed and sprayed out a
copious amount of semen, coating both the men with stripes
of the pearly liquid.

Then Bradbury stiffened and almost screamed out, as
Morien's ass clamped down in his orgasm against his
punishing cock, straining and expanding, his cock getting
ever thicker and then he groaned as his cock began firing
thick jets as his seed began to spray deep inside Morien's
tight ass.

Bradbury withdrew from Morien, then collapsed beside him
and immediately fell asleep.

Morien slept through the night deeply, and soundly, and
when he awoke, Bradbury was gone.

There was a note on the table by the bed.  It read simply
"The Prince is coming."  It was signed by Bradbury.

And with a tired body, and a weary heart, Morien returned
to his own apartment, into the arms of Sheppington, and
he wondered what would become of them.