Date: Sat, 3 Jul 2010 15:28:50 +0300
From: Cem Yaz?c? <cemshyte@gmail.com>
Subject: Sixteen Emerald Nights-Chapter 1

		      Author's Message to the Reader

Dear Reader,

The following is the first chapter of the story, Sixteen Emerald Night. It
includes sex between boys and men in a graphic manner. Also, it includes a
humourous fight scene, trolls, centaurs and lots and lots of goo, in both
senses of the word.

The same rules from the prologue apply to this chapter.
Reviews will be cherished at cemshyte@gmail.com

			      Act I, Scene I
			      The Magic Flute
				    or
			 The Artist's First Story

	We woke up with a torrent of profanities from Serjo. Beams of
powder blue light came from the mouth of the cave.

"Curses, blast! Damned winter!" he cried.

"What's with all the damned racket?" asked Prince Jering, yawning and
stretching.

"My Prince, and everyone else," he said, obviously trying not to
curse. "We're trapped."

"Trapped?" asked the Alchemist. "What do you mean trapped?"

"The mouth of the cave is covered with DAMNED boulders of DAMNED ice."

"What?!" We murmured and slowly approached the blockade. It was a huge wall
of ice, so thick that it had became near-opaque, with light piercing with a
blue tint through where it was slightly thinner.

	Raccoon, the Bounty Hunter tapped the ice with his dagger.

"Froz'n solid," he said. "I doubt if we got 'nuff of 'em torches to melt it
`n' all."

"Perhaps my magic can melt it," said Potash, the Alchemist. He approached
the glacial wall and muttered words, calmer than the ones he muttered
yesterday night. A tranquil flame, like an enlarged version of a candle
light, came to life in his open hand. He brought it near the ice, held it
there for a moment. Nothing seemed to be happening. "I need the sun to gain
energy. I can't ignite it strong enough without the Sun."

"And it's also winter," I added. "The sun was at its weakest just two days
ago."

	Everyone turned to look at me with enlarged eyes. Potash was the
one who was most surprised.

"Interesting," said Potash. "Stetton, was it?" I nodded. "The course books
don't have that information. How do you know that?"

"Deduction," I replied. The Alchemist seemed impressed.

"You're going to make a great alchemist one day," he said.

"If we can get out of this damned cave, that is," shouted the Soldier and
kicked the glass-like wall.

"What's your take on the Shamanist Approach?" asked Potash, his curiosity
piqued.

"Well, I ag-" I started.

"Enough about academics!" shouted Dr. Kolf. "We have to find a way out!"

"This is all your fault, Serjo!" said Jering, the spoilt brat.

"Naw, it ain't his fault!" said Feddle, the Farmer, whom hadn't spoken
much. "It ain't no-one's fault!"

"Yeah, right... And what would a farmer know?"

	Then, the whole group burst into a verbal fight with people
hollering and insults flying around when suddenly, out of nowhere, came a
deep, booming voice: "SILENCE!"

	We turned around to see who had said it was Djanmer, the Artist,
who had, apparently, taken on an authoritarian persona.

"Now," he continued. "We obviously cannot get out of this cave and we don't
have enough food supplies, do we? Last night, I saw a little passageway
leading deeper into the mountain. If no-one else has a better plan, we'll
see where that will lead us. Bring out the torches," he said to
Serjo. Serjo, surprised by this new behaviour, took four torches out of his
bag. The Alchemist used the fire to light the torches. The cave was
illuminated by the orange light, throwing shadows of stalagmites on the
walls. The passage Djanmer had mentioned became visible.

"There," said Djanmer.

"We don't know where it leads," said the Raccoon. "But anything's better `n
waiting `ere."

"It's still snowing outside," said Potash, looking at a strange machine,
which, as I later found out, was a barometer.

"How's your arm, Serjo?" asked Dr. Kolf.

"Stopped hurting." Serjo replied and he extended his bandaged arm. Dr. Kolf
sniffed it and said: "No sign of festering. That's good. Let's hope the
wolf wasn't rabid."

	We became hushed at Chengell Kolf's brash honesty.

"Okay then," said Djanmer, after a while. "Pack your stuff, everyone and
we'll go exploring."

	I took the two wolf pelts, Serjo handed out the torches to the
others. People took their bags and we slowly made our way through the long,
narrow passage.

	Serjo and the Raccoon had realised that they had met before during
a siege and were getting along well. Djanmer was speaking to Potash about
philosophy and Dr. Kolf was answering medical questions about cows.

	The Prince, who was walking behind me, had remained silent and he
was possibly cursing fate for this situation. He was also shivering
violently. I realised that he was dressed too lightly for this kind of
weather. I suddenly felt pity for him and I was angry at myself for blaming
him for being arrogant.

"Are you cold, my prince?" I asked him. He looked at me with enmity in his
eyes and said nothing. "I know it's not the life you're used to." I then
took one of the wolf pelts I carried and I handed it to him. He looked at
me with a slight decrease in hostility and, under his breath, said: "Thank
you."

	We walked for something like thirty minutes when we heard our
footsteps echo.

"Must be a gall'ry or sumpthin'" said Raccoon.

	We quickened our pace and finally, we arrived at a large
gallery. It was adorned with stalagmites and stalactites and there were
three small lakes. The light of the torches reflected off of the water
surface.

"Wow," was the general reply from our group. Potash approached the water
and dipped a finger in it.

"It's hot!" he said. "We won't freeze to death!"

	We all laughed as we were relaxed and we slowly walked towards the
water to test it ourselves.

"This one's cold," said Dr. Kolf, after inspecting another lake. "And there
are fish in it."

	Serjo approached the lake with a torch.

"The fish don't run away from light," he said. "That's strange."

"They don't have eyes," said the Doctor.

"What?"

"Eyes cause infections," explained the Doctor, as we came closer to see
this marvel of nature. "Being eyeless in a lightless environment is better
for the fish."

"It won't be an advantage when we run out of wolf meat," said Raccoon,
showing an effort to speak normally. We all laughed heartily, now that all
our problems seemed to be solved. The fish quickly swam away at our loud
noises.

"GRWAOOWAAHRRRGHAGAHGH!"

	Suddenly, as large wooden club fell on the ground at which Serjo
had just been standing.

"It's an ogre!" said Raccoon.

	I quickly took a glimpse at the creature: Festering stench,
vomit-green skin, an ugly face, yes. It was an ogre alright. Acting on pure
instinct, I shouted: "Everyone, cover your eyes!" and I muttered words of
power. I averted my eyes and a bright flash of light appeared in front of
me.

"AAAEGGHHHH" groaned the ogre, blinded by the flash.

"Excellent work, boy!" said Serjo. He quickly climbed the ogre's club,
which was swung randomly by its owner in futile attempts and held on to the
ogre's shoulder. He then drew a dagger from his boot but just when he was
about to stab the ogre's neck, the ogre lifted him up and threw him to the
wall.

"Serjo!" cried Jering, unexpectedly, and he ran in front of the ogre. He
tried to drive the ogre's attention and he was successful. The ogre swung
his club, enraged. Jering dodged the attacks over and over.

"We have to DO something!" I told Potash, whom I realised, was in a deep
trance, reciting words over and over, even darker than the ones he was
muttering yesterday and his eyelids were fluttering rapidly.

	Meanwhile, Dr. Kolf was trying to wake Serjo, but he was
unsuccessful until now. Jering was obviously getting tired from all that
running around.

	Then, the ogre noticed Potash and instinctively understood that he
was the most dangerous one in our group. Potash's incantation was taking
longer and longer and his voice had become distorted. He had slipped into
the Fifth Circle.

	Serjo was slightly recovering his consciousness which meant that a
physical offensive strategy would be best. I decided to act.

"Think," I told myself. "Think! Ogres..." I remembered what the textbooks
said about these creatures. Their eyes were their weakest points. I quickly
turned right and saw Chengell Kolf slapping Serjo and then left to see
Djanmer holding a torch, paralysed by shock.

"Djanmer!" I cried. "Pass me that torch!" Djanmer stepped out of his trance
and looked at me for a second. "The torch!" I shouted. He then threw the
torch at me. I caught it and ran as fast as I could to the ogre and shook
the torch at him.

"Ya! Ya!" I shouted, trying to scare the ogre. He grunted and smashed his
club at me, missing me by a foot, which gave me enough time to approach his
humongous feet. With one hand, I held my nose. Then, I enchanted the torch,
using my body heat, due to the absence of the sun and I projected the
flames at the ogre's feet.

"AAAAREEEGEHEHEGEHEGEREEEEIIIAIAIAIAIAII!" the ogre cried and while trying
to grasp his foot, fell on the floor, shaking the whole cave. I staggered
away from the creature, scared that I would be crushed under him, but Serjo
was braver than me. He had gotten up, and with a huge war cry, he lifted a
gigantic claymore above his head and ran at the ogre, then, he slashed the
belly of the ogre. A loud "phjjjjck" sound erupted and we were suddenly
covered in purple slime.

"Ewww!" said Raccoon who was, until then, absent from the scene. I looked
up to see where his voice had come from and was shocked to see him on the
ceiling, with his dagger clenched between his teeth. Then, he took the
dagger in his right hand, held it with the tip facing the ogre's head
directly underneath him and laughed like a maniac. Suddenly he was on the
ogre's head, stabbing the eyes while more purple slime burst out.

	With ground-shaking effort, the ogre got up in frenzy and he took
his club and prepared to swing it at Djanmer, who was, again, in shock.

"Drakh'tul!" shouted Potash, finishing off his incantation and then the
cave rumbled and shook and made us fall out of balance. A long stone spire
rose out of the ground between the ogre's legs and impaled its torso and
skull.

"Aaaarggh!" Potash shouted again. This time, a column rose from the nearby
wall and pierced the ogre's neck. "Hiargh!" and this time, a stalactite
fell on the creature's head, bashing its skull. The Alchemist thumped his
feet at the ground with a steady rhythm and raised his clenched fists. The
ground beneath the ogre cracked open and the ogre fell with a loud
rumble. The Alchemist finished by clapping his hands together. The crack
closed. It took a long time for Potash to gain his breath. We just stood
there and waited, nearly traumatized at what we had just witnessed. Potash
held on to a stalagmite nearby for support. Jering ran to support him
himself. Djanmer, was amazed, not shocked.

"By the Double Moons!" he cried, half of his face covered with purple
slime. "Unbelievable! That was amazing!"

	We all grunted, trying to clean the slime off of ourselves.

"Damned troll..." Dr. Kolf mumbled.

"Ogre..." corrected Serjo.

"Shut up, Serjo, it's your fault we're covered in slime. "said Dr. Kolf,
grinning.

"Phfjjjjck," imitated Djanmer doing a spot-on impression of Serjo stabbing
the ogre.

	We all laughed, relieved now that the peril had passed.

"The water in that lake refreshes itself," said Potash, pointing at the hot
lake. "I'm sure we can use it to get rid of the slime and not
contaminate... "His voice trailed off.

"Oooh," said Djanmer as he dipped his hand in the water. "Hot..." And then
he started taking his clothes off. He slowly walked into the lake, taking
another step every five seconds and emitting and "ah" sound once and
then. The sound of the water echoed off the walls.

	When the water was up to his shoulders, the Artist turned back to
face us.

"Well, come on, men, the water is exquisite." He said, with a new texture
of calm in his voice.

	So, we all started taking our clothes off..I was a bit shy while
taking my clothes off, but with a slap on my back, Serjo urged me to go in
too, so in I went. The water was shallow enough for all of us. Even Feddle,
the Farmer, who was shortest, was only submerged up to his neck.

	We explored the body of water and we found that a ledge-like rock
formation had formed at one of the sides, where we could sit, so we headed
there. The slime had, thankfully, washed off of us and tinted the water in
a cool purple colour.

"This lake is great," said Djanmer. "I feel relaxed already."

"Yes, hot spring water massage is excellent for the body," said Dr. Kolf.

"This cave is a true wonder of nature," said Potash. "I haven't seen
anything like it."

"I must say," said the Prince. "It is even better than the Royal Baths."

"Yeah, I needed something like this," said Raccoon. "I've got slime all
over me."

"I wunce sa' a cave like this'un in the lake back in our village," said
Feddle. "Didn' have another lake in it tho'."

"Oh, it is excellent for my fatigued limbs," said Serjo, rubbing his arms.

"I'd be happy by not freezing to death!" I said. "But this, my friends, is
truly a blessing."

	Then, we slowly engaged in a deep conversation in groups of two or
three. I chatted for a couple of minutes and then was left alone, so I
stood there for a minute, listening to the conversations of others, when my
eyes caught sight of Jering, then, I recognised him.

	It was the beginning of the Winter Festival. Alliance Square was
filled with crowds cheering and clapping as the Scribes carved the harvest
log into the Stele. I, my head aching a bit from all the noise, was trying
to head back home. I went into an alley for a shortcut. It was nearly
always deserted, mostly because of its run-down appearance and its infamy
of being the hang-out spot of criminals after nightfall. But today, every
pickpocket was at the main roads.

 So, I was walking, minding my own business and suddenly, I heard hurried
footsteps. I quickly hid between two kegs, not knowing why I hadn't just
run. I looked at the person who was coming. It was a boy, my age, very
exquisitely dressed. He had a look of anxiety on his flushed face and a
slight quirk in the way he moved.

	I was right. He had a hard-on.

	The boy looked around to see if anyone was in eyesight, decided it
was safe and he pressed his meat between his hand and his left leg.

"Oh damn!" he groaned as he rubbed it. "Why?.. damned potion... erotic
daydreams, my arse... Alright... can't take it anymore."

	He then, to my surprise, slid his leggings to his ankles, revealing
the meat he had been rubbing. I was amazed, this was awesome. He jerked his
dick for a minute, groaned. Deciding it was not enough, he bent over and he
suddenly jammed a couple of fingers, how many, I could not discern, into
his hole.

"Yeah!" he kept saying, in rhythm with his hands and in no-time, he let out
a huge groan, his body rippled and a jet of his seed thwacked at impact
with the keg next to me.

	The boy slumped to the wall and waited until he caught his
breath. Then, he pulled up his leggings, licked his thumb and left,
mumbling: "Never again... damned potions... feel
dirty... public... indecent exposure."

	That was the Prince, the Prince who was sitting at the other end of
this side of the lake, the Prince who had coloured MY daydreams ever
since. My body was acting on its own behalf, I went next to him. He turned
to face me. I leant in to whisper in his ear.

"I enjoyed the `little show' you made at the Commencement Ceremonies."

	Jering turned red when he heard this, he then pulled himself
together.

"So what?" he said, defensively. "Are you going to blackmail me or
something? You can't prove anything, anyways."

	He waited for a response, when I gave none, he became tenser.

"Okay, look, keep your mouth shut. I am a Prince, for crying out loud, I
have a reputation to keep."

	I did not reply and I kept a stoic expression on my face. Jering
bucked his hips to signal defensiveness.

	His "defence" was abandoned when I suddenly grasped the meat
between his legs, and I must say, I was pleasantly surprised.

"What the hell do you think are you doing?!" he yelled, in a hushed voice.

"Shut up," I replied and jerked his dick, which was getting harder with
each pump. His face soon gave up the scowl it was sporting. He looked
around anxiously to make sure no-one was paying any attention. I got
anxious too, finally in control of my actions and when I turned to look at
the others, I was shocked at what was happening. Everyone had started
fondling each other in a playful manner and they were laughing like
children.

	Then, all of a sudden, other people became aware of the other
groups and became ashamed. We tried not to look at each other, but it was
hard trying to conceal our smirks, then we started giggling.

"What caused this mass hysteria?" we asked ourselves. "What can be the
reason?
	Djanmer, the Artist gathered our attention and said: "Do not be
amazed, my friends, for it is simply the effects of my mischievous Magic
Flute."

"Magic Flute?" we asked. "What is the nature of this Magic Flute?"

"Friends," he said. "This Flute has been given to me by a most secretive
creature.

"Please, good Djanmer," we said. "Tell us the story of this Magic Flute,
for our curiosity is piqued."

	And so, the Artist told us his story:
	This story I am about to tell happened when I was a young boy,
probably a couple years younger than our young friends. Back eight years or
something.

Back in those days, I was striving to join the Royal Conservatory, but my
family was a bit poor because of my mother's gambling addiction. Of course,
no matter how good you are, without a good instrument, you can only play as
good as your instrument allows.

	Anyways, my test was in a couple of weeks and I hadn't stepped out
of my room for days, practicing all day long when my father came to the
room and told me to take a day off and go wander in the woods. It seemed
like a good idea because I was extremely tired and the forest could spark
some inspiration.

	So, I packed some food and drinks, took my flute and headed off to
the forest. It was a beautiful and calm summer day and the forest was
filled with the orchestra of nature. Birds were tweeting, insects were
buzzing and the flux of the stream created the best ambient. I walked
leisurely through the forest, not a care in the world and I believe a
couple of hours passed and I was completely relaxed and energised when I
came upon a clearing. I decided to have a picnic and then practice some
more.

	After I ate the food and drank some wine I sneaked out of the
cabinet. I was ready to practice again.

	I started with pastoral largos, which suited the setting and I was
getting into the spirit when I heard a quiet rustling near some tress. I
stopped playing.

"Hello?" I called. More rustling. "Don't be shy, you can listen if you
want, I don't mind."

	The figure came out to the open. It was a strange creature, it had
the torso of a human attached to the body of a horse.

"A centaur!" I said. "Wow!"

	The centaur bowed respectfully.

"I was listening to your music," he said. "It was quite beautiful.

"Thank you," I replied. It was quite an honour to be complimented by a
species of artisans. "But I thought centaurs avoided humans..."

"That is generally correct," the centaur said. "But your music was simply
magical, I had to come to see who was its creator."

	I blushed, the compliments were flattering. Then, we shook hands
and told each other our names. His name was Kayler. He listened to me play
until the end of the song and the asked me if I'd like him to play a duet
with me. Needless to say, I agreed. He produced a golden flute from a sack
on his body. It was beautiful and created the most magical flute sound I
had ever heard. We played the piece with perfect coordination and we even
improvised a little.

	After hearing him play, I became... how to put it... "attracted" to
Kayler. His boyish looks, pleasant personality, and probably most of all,
his musical talents made me feel warm inside.

	We engaged in conversation and asked each other about our daily
lives and I felt an even deeper connection. We told each other funny
memories and laughed and laughed. After a joke he told me, we laughed and
suddenly silence fell. He looked warmly into my eyes, with an equally warm
smile on his face. I leaned over and hugged him. He was surprised at first,
but then he hugged me too with a tight grip. Then, we broke the embrace and
exchanged glances again.

"Come," he said, and turned sideways. "Climb onto me."

	I pushed myself on Kayler's golden brown torso, positioned myself
and clutched his torso for support. I couldn't help but notice his firm
muscles.

	We rode around the forest and we kept talking, but there was a
slight change in the tone of our conversation. I don't know what to call
it, but a small hesitation took place before every sentence. We came to
another clearing where the stream collected into a small lake, a bit larger
than the one we are currently in.

	"How about a dip in the lake?" he asked me. I agreed and got off of
him and quickly took my clothes off and got in the cold lake. Kayler walked
into the lake once I faced him. The water was up to the part where his
human torso began, while for me, it was up to my shoulders. Feeling to
tall, Kayler bended his legs and crouched, so he was at my eye level. I was
shivering slightly because of the cold.

"Are you cold, Djanmer?" he asked me.

"Yes," I replied.

He rubbed his hands on my arms and then he hugged me again. He pressed his
human torso to mine which made my nether regions stir even though the water
was cold. My rod became hard and swollen and it pressed against Kayler's
navel. He looked at me in the eyes again, smirking. Then, without any
warning, he lifted me and trotted out of the water. When we were out of the
lake, he put me on the ground and he kissed me, quite fervently. It was my
first kiss. Words are not adequate to explain the emotions I felt.

I rubbed Kayler's horse half. He had such a beautiful body. He turned to
look at me while I was touching him. I leaned my head against his torso and
hugged him. I crouched a little, to see what was between his hind legs. I
was pleasantly surprised. His meat was shaped just like a human's but it
was as big as a horse's.

"How do centaurs play around?" I asked him while I crawled under his body.

"Well, we do it from the behind," he answered, naturally.

"Oh?" I said. "No hands, no mouth?"

Then I held his meat in my hands and slid them up and down on it. He
twitched his right hind leg "No," he answered. "But this is great."

I jerked him some more. It was gigantic and it took me some time to jerk it
all the way from the base to the head, it must've been two or three feet
long.

"It's beautiful," I told him. His meat twitched. I closed in on it and took
a lick at the cumslit.

"Oh, wow," Kayler exclaimed. "Is that your tongue? I never felt anything
like that before!"

 	I took the head in my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I could as
I pumped the rod with a steady rhythm. Kayler responded with a crescendo of
the sound "aaaaah". Encouraged, I took as much as I could in my mouth,
avoiding the urge to gag as much as I could and when I couldn't take much
more, I opened my eyes and saw that I had only one third of it in my mouth!
So, I did the best I could and pumped the rod faster as I swirled my tongue
around the head.

"Suck it, Djan," he urged me. "Suck it harder!"

And that was exactly what I did. Soon, his dick was leaking a salty watery
cum, quite tasty too. Kayler was groaning and his meat was pulsing and
twitching. I swallowed as much of the liquid as I could. After a few
mouthfuls, it stopped.

"Are you done?" I asked. I wouldn't be satisfied until I heard him scream.

"No, I'm gonna cum one more time," he said, between groans. "Just keep
doing it."

With renewed motivation, I went down on his gigantic meat once more. It was
slightly softer, it wasn't rock-hard. I was unsure why he didn't want me to
stop, but I kept sucking like there was no tomorrow, exploring every groove
and bump with my tongue. I knew he loved it and that made me very happy.

"Oh... yeah, just like that, Djan... suck it, suck it, suck it! Oh, by the
Double Comets!" Kayler exclaimed and soon, his words turned to incoherent
mumblings and his breath became raspy, rapid and intense. "Djanmer... Djan,
I'm gonna- uh... I'm gonna-"

He never finished that sentence. Instead, a huge moan and a short,
low-pitched scream burst from his lips. This was followed by a surge
through his long meat and a thick, heavy and sticky spooge filling my
mouth. I swallowed twice, but it kept on filling my mouth to the brim. Some
of it leaked out the corner of my mouth and flowed slowly to my chin. I
swallowed again, hard, and I sucked on the head one last time.

"Argh," Kayler said, and moaned softly.

I crawled back up and rested against the side of his human part. He pulled
me closer to him and then he leaned down to kiss me. He sucked greedily on
my lips and licked the trail of his cum on my chin. He rubbed his hands on
my shoulders and he finally broke the kiss.

"That was..." he started, unsure of what to say, "unlike anything I've ever
felt before... I... um, I..."

"Shut up," I said, and I kissed him again. We chuckled into each others'
mouths.

"Get on top of that rock," he said, and I climbed up there.

He leaned again to kiss me, and he started jerking my dick with his nimble
fingers and with his other hand, he poked my hole.

"Tight," he commented. I chuckled. My hole's tightness didn't stop him from
jamming his finger up there, though.

"AH!" I said, sharply. Kayler grinned impishly and pushed it all the way
in.

"OH! Aaaaahh..."

"Are you ready?" he asked me.

"For what?"

"This."

He suddenly bent his finger and pushed it up against my flesh. At that
time, I did not know what it was and it simply felt magical. He then
complemented this ecstatic feeling with a tug on my dick, which then
transformed into a slow, but intense pump in rhythm with the pressure he
applied with his fingers in my butt. From time to time, he nipped my
nipples and softly bit my neck. A rumbling sensation grew in my balls and I
knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Kay," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Mmmmh, get ready."

	He chuckled and pressed his fingers harder and jerked faster. I
groaned and jets of cum erupted, took a leap and landed on both our
torsos. For the next couple of minutes, all I could think of was the buzz
in my cock, Kay's warm tongue in my mouth, the rush I felt in my head and
the perception of the world as weightless.

Kay slowly lifted me up again and he placed me on his back. I reached
around and clung to his stomach as he galloped the way back to the other
clearing. I whispered words of love and gratitude into his ear.

When we came back, I landed and got dressed.

"I guess it's time to say `goodbye'," he said.

"I'm going to miss you, Kay." I hugged him again. He smiled sadly.

"Listen," he said. "I can't see you as often as I would like, and my tribe
is moving out of this forest soon."

He took out the wooden box the golden flute was in and he handed it to me.

"Take this as a token of our friendship, even though we will not see each
other again for years. May it always remind you of me."

Then, he sobbed. I knew he was going to cry, and I knew that that would
make me cry too. Without saying anything else, Kay turned away and galloped
into the forest. I haven't seen him ever since.

Our love and friendship changed my life. I occasionally dream of him and I
like to imagine that those dreams are messages from him that say he is fine
and he dreams of me too.

When I played the golden flute in front of the proctors of the Royal
Conservatory, they were amazed and I was accepted with total
scholarship. As I continued to improve my playing, I found out that the
flute Kay had given me was unlike any other. People said that my playing
created empathy between me and them. That was when I understood the flute
was magical.

Years later, after performing for the nobility and such, I had accumulated
enough wealth and a friend of mine who happened to be an alchemist examined
the flute. He said that it was unlike anything he had ever seen before and
that I could make millions with the patent money. I declined.

And that's the story of the Magic Flute. I hope you enjoyed it.

When he finished his story, he found us, his listeners to be overwhelmed
with lust. We pulled his arms and played with every singled inch of his
body: Tickling, massaging, rubbing, slapping, caressing, pumping, poking
until we all came, one after the other onto his body. We laid on the warm
rock floor, jumbled between each others' limbs, a smile on every man and
boy's face and we dosed off to sleep.

Thus ended our first day.