Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2006 19:29:06 -0700
From: Elryc Caledon <morgorn1@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Prince - Part Seven

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The Prince - Part Seven

Bradbury had been gone for over a year,
and the Prince even longer.  There was
an air of expectation in the air at the
great hall, among the few who remained
to care for it.

Morien retired to his own rooms early
one night, restless and worried, though
he knew not why.  Something was coming.

Morien went to bed early, and he stirred
restlessly in the night; then he awoke.
He was lying on his belly, his face away
from the direction of the door.

There was a presence in his room, and he
instinctually knew it was not Sheppington.

"Who's there?" Morien whispered into the
darkness.

"Sh," came the reply.  It was Bradbury.
Morien relaxed a little at the sound of his
familiar voice.

Morien felt the mattress move.  Bradbury was
climbing up on the bed.  Before Morien could
turn onto his side to look at him, Morien
felt his legs being spread, and his nightgown
being raised up above his buttocks.

Morien tried again to turn, but he was pushed
down,and his body was kept down with one hand
while Bradbury's weight bore down completely
on his thighs.

Morien's legs were spread wider, then he felt
the head of a hardened penis probing inside
the cleft of his buttocks.

Morien moaned quietly, as his own organ
hardened, and he thrust back against insistent
hardness.

Bradbury's fingers slipped into Morien's body,
preparing the way for his rampant erection.

Bradbury leaned forward over Morien's back.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are,
show me you want this cock!"

Already close to orgasm, Morien arched his back,
and with his movements, he tried to guide the
large penis inside of his body.

Holding Morien's legs apart, Bradbury entered
Morien's body, with one smooth, unhesitating
movement that left Morien gasping with the pain
of his flesh so being deeply parted, and the
pleasure of feeling the masculine hardness of
Bradbury buried so deeply inside him.  He felt
complete, and the pain faded quickly.

Bradbury allowed Morien no time to adjust to his
penetration, rather he began to thrust himself
slowly, in and out, of the nether regions of
Morien's body, groaning as he did so, as the
tight walls of Morien's ass clamped around his
thick cock and milked it. Morien felt Bradbury's
hard stomach pressing against his back with each
inward thrust, and could feel his large testicles
gently slapping against his body.

Bradbury began to quicken the pace.  His hands
urged Morien's hips upwards, and soon Morien found
himself on all fours, while his body was being
speared from behind by Bradbury's relentless cock.

Morien could feel Bradbury's cock getting ever
harder, and felt the head expanding.  Gasping
with pent-up need, his orgasm began, and his semen
began to spatter across the sheets below his body
and Bradbury threw his head back and almost screamed
with pleasure.  With one final, brutal thrust, he
slammed into Morien and Morien could feel Bradbury's
cock throbbing, and felt the spreading warmth of his
seed as it flowed inside of him freely.

Bradbury withdrew and fell to the bed beside Morien,
and instantly went to sleep.  Morien quickly cleaned
up as quietly as he could at the small basin in his
room, and then lay down beside him.

In the morning, the great hall was silent when
Morien awoke; Bradbury had left sometime in the
night.

Morien heard voices outside while he was finishing
dressing, and he saw a group of strange men outside.
They were looking at the hall and the grounds, and
waving their arms around in an animated manner.

Some of the men had very sharp faces, and Morien
knew he did want to meet with any of the men.  He
hoped the doors were securely barred.

While he was looking down at them, from the side of
his window, Bradbury appeared in his doorway.

"It is time to leave, my friend," Bradbury said,
with a note of sadness in his voice.

"I know."

"Take nothing with you," Bradbury instructed, "We
have provided for all your wants outside the valley."

Morien nodded his head.

"Leave by the passage the Prince showed you."

"Where is Sheppington?" Morien asked.

"Here I am," Sheppington said from the hallway, and
he strode into the room.

"You've seen them?" Morien asked.

"Yes."

Bradbury vanished into the hallway.

"Are you ready?" Sheppington asked.

"I suppose so.  I don't want to leave."

"Nor I.  Let's go."

The two men walked through the long corridors of
the great hall one final time, and then made their
way to the ancient Roman bath house at the back.

Morien pulled on the ledge above the hidden doorway,
and the door opened before them, and they stepped
through.  It closed with a slam behind them, and
they knew, somehow, that the door would never open
again.

The ground trembled under their feet, and the
structure groaned around them.

"Hurry!" Sheppington exclaimed.

The two men hurried down the long, darkened
corridor, yet even as they hurried Morien admired
the smooth finish of the stonework, and the small,
cleverly fashioned windows at the top that allowed
light in.

Presently, they could see the end of the corridor,
and it led to an opening quite close to the falls,
in a little clearing.  As they emerged into the
sunlight, they instantly observed both the Prince
and Bradbury waiting for them.  The men approached
the pair.

The Prince and Bradbury, both bowed to the two men.

The Prince, his beautiful blue-violet eyes glittering
like gems in the sunlight, was the first to speak.

"Thank you for the service you rendered to us over
so many years."

"Thank you," Morien responded, "For the life you
have given me."

"Yes," Sheppington said, "For without your rescue,
we would have died in sorrow and loneliness long
ago."

"We must part now," the Prince said, and he handed
parcels to each of the men.

"You have each been provisioned with enough property
and funds to see that you will live without want
for the remainder of your lives outside the valley.
I hope you will accomplish much good with your lives,
and share your wealth with deserving ones."

The Prince approached Sheppington, and then Morien,
giving each a kiss.  The ground shook under their
feet, as a tremor coursed through the valley.

Morien was hard pressed to hold back his tears.

Bradbury then approached Sheppington, kissed him,
and whispered something to him, looking meaningfully
at Morien, and Sheppington nodded his response.

Bradbury approached Morien.

Morien's tears were flowing freely now.

"My dear friend," Bradbury whispered, "Do not be
so sad."

"Will we ever see you again?" Morien asked, already
knowing the answer.

Bradbury shook his head slightly, then drew Morien
close to him, and held him tightly.

Morien sobbed quietly, "I have always loved you,
since the first time you called out to me."

"And I have always known," Bradbury whispered to
him, "Do not weep beautiful one, for this day had to
come."

"I'll never forget you," Morien responded, bravely
trying to quell the sobs shaking his entire body, and
aware of Sheppington looking on at them.

"Nor I you.  Go now, and live in peace," Bradbury
said, while giving Morien one last embrace.

Morien reluctantly stepped back from Bradbury,
and he and Sheppington, in one accord, bowed to
the fallen angels, and turned and began walking
through the forest towards the high road.

In the distance, they heard a shattering roar,
and the ground shook again under their feet,
and they knew the great hall had collapsed into
oblivion.

A storm began, and winds started to tear through
the trees, picking up a great amount of leaves
and other debris, and presently, as the men
walked on, each of them were over-taken with
swirling cones of winds, and when the winds
passed on, each of the men were dressed
differently now, to their great astonishment.

Sheppington's long hair was gone, and instead
his curly locks were arranged becomingly around
his head, and Morien's hair had been fashioned
in a similar way.  Their clothing was tighter,
with stockings up to their knees, and though
fussy to their eyes, their garments were
becoming, as they looked at each other with
wondering eyes.

They reached the edge of the forest.  There
was a carriage complete with four horses, two
footmen and a driver waiting for them by the side
of the road.  Sheppington recognized one of
the footmen as a former servant at the great
hall.

"Is this carriage for us?" Morien asked.

"Yes sir, everything has been arranged sir,
please do step in," the man said, with a shy
smile.

The two men stepped into the carriage, and
it was steered onto the road, and took them
to their new home.

And until the end of their days, for they
eventually did grow old together, and died
within weeks of each other, the two wealthy
men lived together, were said to be brothers,
absolute crusty old bachelors, who many a
belle had sighed over in their younger days
but could never catch.

And they kept their secret of their earlier
lives to themselves, and of the princes of the
world they had been in company of, and they
kept their love for each other secret, until
their dying breaths.

~Finis~