Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2013 23:34:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Robert <robertx5sf@yahoo.com> Subject: Squires of Telisan Keep - 16 Attention Readers - Please donate to Nifty.org to help support and maintain this free service. I have personally donated as I enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material (not just talking about the genre) and also having a place to share the stories that bounce around inside my head without having to censer them for a general audience. I encourage you to donate to Nifty today! Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: Comments and feedback are appreciated. I would like to thank Mike for helping me by editing these chapters starting with 11. - Robert - robertx5sf@yahoo.com This is a work of fiction. All characters portrayed in this story are fictional and not representative of anyone living or dead. (c) 2013 by robertx5sf@yahoo.com, all rights reserved, may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent, with exception of the license granted to Nifty.org per Nifty's terms of use. The Squires of Telisan Keep - 16 AYMIL While the sun set, Aymil watched as the priestess circled the small campsite putting up defensive wards. Marsella had spoken only a few words to the former boy-whore after he had been left with her by Durren. She had tossed Aymil a pair of pants and a coarse wool shirt and told him to dress. She packed a few items, then told him to help her load Wilrik's unconscious body and her items into the wagon while she hooked up a donkey to it. They had then ridden in silence the rest of the day until the sun began to set, and she pulled the small wagon off into this clearing. When she was finished putting up the wards, Marsella sat down across the campfire from Aymil. "We can talk now. The wards should prevent our enemy from being able to find us, or eavesdrop on us," she said. "Our enemy? What have I done to become someone's enemy?" asked Aymil bitterly. Since that man had found him in the brothel, his comfortable life had been turned upside down. "Nothing yet. But the boy over there used to be possessed by a demon. That demon's master tried to kill you because it fears that you will heal the boy's mind," said Marsella. "Heal him? I'm not a healer. I'm just a comfort boy from a brothel in Astavala," said Aymil. "You are much more then that child. Would you like to know who you really are?" asked the Priestess. All Aymil was ever told about where he had come from was that Master Yaben had bought him from some slavers out of the Sea of Sands. Now, half a world away, this stranger was offering to tell him who he was. "Yes," replied Aymil! "You are a child of the Night Hunter. The God or Goddess, depending on your persuasion, of passion and love. We are distant relations. My Mistress, the Goddess, is also my great-great-grandmother, but he is also your father," said the Priestess. "As a true-born child of the God, your powers are much stronger than mine. Although I have a much broader array of magic available due to years of prayer and learning," explained the Priestess. Aymil gave the woman a skeptical look. "I'm the child of a God? How do you know this?" he asked. "The Goddess has sent me visions of you; that is how I know who you are. Yes! You are one of the true-born. You are much more than a simple comfort boy. Have you never wondered why you could sense and control the emotions of others? Why your wounds heal so quickly, and why you can control everything about your own body so easily?" asked Marsella. "Well, yeah, but I figured I might be a sorcerer or something, but a child of a God? No, that's crazy," said Aymil. "Here, I will show you your true origin," said Marsella. She got up and pulled out a small knife. "Your arm," she commanded and Aymil obeyed. She made a small cut on his forearm then held the knife so that some of the blood pooled on the blade. She then touched the cut with her other hand and the wound closed up. Next, she went over to the campfire and started casting a spell, at the end of the spell she dropped the bloody knife into the fire. "Stare into the fire boy and learn how you came into this world," she said. Aymil stared at the flames. They appeared to be normal flames but then suddenly the world around him disappeared and he was sitting in the middle of a tent. It was nighttime and the tent was dimly lit. A woman was lying on a luxurious bed. Judging by her looks, she was one of the nomadic people of the Sea of Sand. She was one of the most beautiful women Aymil had ever seen. The flaps of the tent opened and an extremely handsome desert nomad entered. He was dressed in leather armor, with a scimitar at his side and a gold crown on his head. He seemed to glance in Aymil's direction and smile briefly before he proceeded to the bed. The woman lying on the bed looked up at the man, "My Lord, what are you doing here, is the battle won?" she asked. The man did not respond but disrobed and climbed onto the bed. Still not saying a word, he began making love to the woman. The image of the inside of the tent dissolved into flames and a new scene appeared. Aymil was now outside the tent sitting in the desert. The sun was just rising. The women emerged from the tent. A pair of warriors rode up leading a horse that had a corpse lying across it, Aymil recognized it as that of the handsome man with the golden crown. The woman screamed. Aymil couldn't understand the words but knew that the warriors were telling her that the Chief of the tribe had died in battle the day before, the woman insisted that wasn't possible because he had visited her during the night. Again the flames returned and the vision changed. Now Aymil saw a Shaman standing before an altar, behind him the woman was in labor. The Shaman was examining the entrails of some animal that had just been sacrificed on the alter. The images started coming faster now to Aymil, the flames returned and he saw the Shaman addressing a group of tribesmen. He couldn't make out the words but he knew what was being said. The tribesmen thought the newborn baby was an abomination that must be killed. The Shaman insisted that the baby not be harmed, the omens from the Gods were clear, if they killed the child it would mean the destruction of the tribe. The new Chief spoke and said that if they could not kill the abomination, then the boy must be exiled, the Chief would not have him remain with the tribe. The visions ended and Aymil was back in front of the campfire sitting across from Marsella. "Exile meant you were sold to slavers. You eventually ended up in the slave market in Astavala. While a baby has little value in the slave market, it is likely an agent of your father intervened to see you ended up somewhere appropriate, which for a child of the Night Hunter is often a brothel," explained the priestess. Aymil was silent as he thought over what he had seen. He reached out with is mind towards Wilrik and felt the boy's emotional pain for a second before blocking it back out. "What is wrong with him and how I can I help him?" he asked. MIKEL and RYNIL Mikel sat at the table rereading the same paragraph for the fourth time. By the time he got two lines in, he was no longer concentrating on his reading and instead was thinking about yesterday when he and Rynil kept making out while they were supposed to be working. They had both been too worried about someone walking in and catching them that they had not done anything more than kiss and grope each other through their clothes. When he had gotten back, Sir Valen gave him this book on the fundamentals of rituals with instructions to read it twice before Rynil arrived this afternoon to retrieve his sword. Mikel caught his mind starting to wander again. It had been easier to maintain his focus on his first read through the book. Trying to read it again was actually harder. Perhaps that was the point of the task. Mikel ran through a set of mental exercises to try to clear his mind and refocus it. Then he turned his attention back to the book and resumed reading. Later, as Mikel was eating some fruit after having finished the second reading, there was a knock on the door. He jumped up and rushed to open it. As he expected, outside the door was Rynil. His blonde hair was wet and he was covered in sweat. "Greetings Mikel. Lord Velarik let me cut my afternoon training short," said Rynil. "Yeah, he told Sir Valen last night that you would be here this afternoon. Come in," said Mikel. He led Rynil inside and into the main room. Sir Valen was descending the stairs from the upper levels of the tower as the two boys entered the room. He was carrying Rynil's sword case in his arms. "Welcome Squire Rynil. I spoke with Lord Velarik last night and he has agreed to my request that you become a regular visitor to my tower. Starting next week you will be spending one afternoon a week here learning how to use the magical properties of your sword," said Sir Valen. "But I thought the sword just works, what is there to learn?" asked Rynil. Sir Valen smiled condescendingly at Rynil. "Magic is never that simple. However, that is a lesson for next week. Now boys, please following me downstairs," he said. Mikel was confused as to why they would be heading downstairs but he and Rynil followed Sir Valen down the stairs without questioning him. Sir Valen passed by Mikel's room and stopped in front of a door that led to one of the three other basement level rooms. He waved his hand in front of the door and it swung open. He entered with the two curious boys on his heels. The room was the same width as Mikel's room but twice as long. At one end of the room was a table with various bottles and small boxes on it. Etched into the middle of the floor was a circular diagram of magical runes and symbols. Sir Valen set the sword case down just inside the circle. "Squire Rynil, with your permission, I would like to conduct a ritual that will bind the sword case to you and allow you to store the sword case away in a safe place and then summon it to you when you need it. While magic cannot bind to the sword, it will bind to the case," said Sir Valen. "Ritual?" asked Rynil. "Apprentice, would you explain the basics of rituals to Squire Rynil," said Sir Valen. "Yes Master. Rituals are a way to create magical effects using physical components. Unlike spells which primarily draw on the magic inside a person, the magical power for rituals comes from various external items that have been specially prepared and imbued with magic. The magic of these items is activated through the ritual," said Mikel. "Where is this safe place that the case and sword will be stored?" asked Rynil with some skepticism. Sir Valen explained, "Well it is a bit complicated but in its simplest terms, there is an infinite plane of magic, a portion of which overlaps our world. The ritual will create a small pocket within that plane that will be tied to you. Then when you will it, the case will shift between our world and the magical pocket that is bound to you." "Very well, Sir. You have my permission to conduct this ritual," said Rynil. "Excellent," said Sir Valen. "Apprentice, please close the door to the room, and then I want you to use your cleaning cantrip to clean the entire room and all of us. We need to make sure the room is free of any external contamination that could interfere with the components of the ritual." Mikel nodded and closed the door. Then without saying anything or making any gestures, he magically cleaned the room. "Now, Squire Rynil, since we will be binding the sword case to you, you will need to be a part of the ritual. I am going to need you to strip," said Sir Valen. He then went over to the table and picked up a jar. "Apprentice, once he is naked, you will need to rub this oil over his entire body. Be very thorough, for if you miss a spot the ritual will fail." Mikel took the jar from Sir Valen and shifted his focus, inspecting the jar with his magical sight. He no longer needed the prism to aid him in detecting magic, it now just worked for him whenever he willed it. He saw that the contents of the jar glowed with a rich purple color. He learned from his studies that this color was associated with movement and teleportation magic. He then returned his vision to its normal sight and turned to face his friend. Rynil was pulling down his hose, having already removed his tunic. Mikel momentarily forgot what he was doing as he watched Rynil undressing. Soon Rynil was standing in front of him completely naked. Mikel noticed that Rynil's muscles had gotten bigger and a little more defined since he had last seen his naked torso during the Squire's Tournament. "Well are you going to put that stuff on me or not?" asked Rynil. Mikel blushed when he realized he had been staring. "Uh, yeah, sorry," said Mikel. He then filled his palm full of the oil and began to rub it into Rynil's chest. "No need to be sorry," whispered Rynil. He glanced over towards where Sir Valen was standing. The wizard was preparing some other components on the table with his back to the boys, "I don't mind you looking at me." Mikel smiled and continued to rub the oil into Rynil's skin. After he did his chest, stomach, back and arms, he next did the boy's neck and head. Rynil closed his eyes as Mikel rubbed it on his face. Then the young wizard rubbed it into his scalp. Mikel dropped to his knees and began rubbing it into Rynil's legs starting at his feet. Rynil shifted, lifting one foot up and then the other so Mikel could rub oil onto the soles of his feet and in between his long toes. As he was rubbing the oil into Rynil's legs, Mikel's eyes were glued to the boy's cock, watching it as it slowly filled with blood and become erect. Between watching Rynil's growing dick and running his hands over the boy's firm legs, Mikel's cock had also grown erect. "Turn around," said Mikel after he finished Rynil's legs. Rynil turned around and leaned forward, pushing his ass back towards Mikel. Mikel reached out and ran his hand over Rynil's firm round ass, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. "Not that I mind, but you might want to have some oil on your hands while you do that," whispered Rynil. "Oh, yeah, I guess so," replied Mikel. He then grabbed a handful of the oil and returned to rubbing Rynil's butt. He spread it over the hairless cheeks and then into the crack. "Make sure you get it everywhere," said Rynil. Mikel dipped his finger in the jar and then ran it along Rynil's crack and circled his pink hole. Rynil moaned softly. After finishing with his ass, Mikel cupped his friend's cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Rynil stood up straight and turned back around. His cock was fully erect and pointed upwards, the head poking out from his foreskin. "You missed a spot," he said smiling down at Mikel. Mikel poured another palm full of the oil from the jar then reached out and started rubbing it all over Rynil's groin, working his way inwards. He rubbed it into the boy's nearly hairless balls before grasping his cock. Mikel dipped the fingers of his other hand into the oil and then used both hands to rub the oil in. He pulled back the foreskin with one hand while rubbing his other over the head of Rynil's dick. Rynil closed his eyes and let out a low moan. Mikel could tell Rynil was about to cum as he his breath quickened and his balls drew up closer to his body. Mikel was startled by the sound of Sir Valen clearing this throat. "Excuse me boys, but it is time to proceed with the ritual," interrupted Sir Valen. The two boys quickly pulled apart. "Sorry Sir," said Rynil as he stepped back. "Sorry Master," said Mikel as he quickly stood up and stepped to the side. "No need to apologize boys, I was young once. We just do not have the time to have you clean up and reapply the oil all over again if you were to introduce some...extra material into the ritual," said Sir Valen smiling. "Now Squire Rynil, please drink this, then lay down in the middle of the circle there, your feet towards the sword case," instructed Sir Valen as he held out a mug. Rynil took the mug from the wizard and looked warily at the dark syrupy liquid. Sir Valen saw his concern and said, "It is a little bitter, so I suggest drinking it as fast as possible." Rynil downed the potion in a couple quick gulps, then handed the mug back to Sir Valen. As he went to lie down, he was already feeling lightheaded and a bit dizzy. He careful lay down as instructed in the middle of the circle. A few seconds later his body went limp, as the magical liquid put him to sleep. "I mixed in a sleeping potion with the rest of the ingredients needed for the ritual. This next part will be easier if he is not awake," said Sir Valen, allaying Mikel's concern. The wizard then went back to the table, and picked up a small wooden rod that had a tiny needle on the end and an inkpot. "I am going to tattoo a small representation of the sword case on his palm. Do you know why this is needed?" asked Sir Valen. Mikel took a second to compose himself from the embarrassment of getting caught masturbating Rynil in front of Sir Valen, before answering. "The tattoo will serve as a representation of the link between Rynil and the case. The ink is magical and wherever the tattoo is on his body is where the case will appear when he summons it," answered Mikel, recalling what he had read in the book about rituals. "Very good," said Sir Valen. He then cast a spell, which animated the tattooing needle and the inkpot. The objects moved on their own over to prone boy, and the needle proceeded to quickly and flawlessly draw the case onto his palm. Upon completing the tattoo, the needle and inkpot returned to the table. "I took the liberty of preparing the case this morning. So, now that everything is ready, it is time to complete the ritual. You may observe the ritual, but do not say anything or do anything to disturb the circle, Rynil, the case, or me," instructed Sir Valen. He then took a book off the table and sat down next the circle. He opened the book to a page that was marked with a bookmark, and started to recite the words of power that would activate all the magical components of the ritual. Over and over Sir Valen repeated the incantation. Knowing that rituals could take anywhere from a minute to many hours, Mikel sat down by the door and used his magical sight to watch as the circle, Rynil, and the case slowly started to glow as the magic they had been imbued with started to activate. After about a half hour, the magic was getting almost too bright for Mikel to look at when there was a flash and the case disappeared. Then the only thing that continued to glow with magic was the small tattoo on Rynil's left palm. The ritual complete, Mikel returned to his normal vision and saw that to regular sight, the tattoo was invisible. "Stay with him until he wakes up. Then take him upstairs and see that he gets something to eat and drink. He will be disoriented for a few minutes, an after effect of the sleeping potion. Also, he is not expected back until dinner, so you two can have some time together if you wish. I have some matters to attend in my rooms, so I will not disturb you," said Sir Valen. The wizard then got up, walked past Mikel to the door and left the room. When Rynil woke up, Mikel helped him up into a sitting position. "You okay?" he asked. Rynil looked at Mikel and gave him a wide smile, "I think so. I feel all warm and tingly. What just happened?" Mikel wrapped his arms around Rynil, pulling him into a hug. "The ritual is over. Let's go upstairs and give you a chance to recover. Do you think you can stand?" asked Mikel. Rynil gave Mikel a silly grin, "If you are helping me, I can do anything." The young blonde boy then put his hand behind Mikel's head and kissed him. For a brief second Mikel wanted nothing more than to forget everything and melt into Rynil's arms. Then he remembered Sir Valen's instructions, so he broke the kiss and pulled away from Rynil. "You need something to eat and drink. Let's get you upstairs," he said. "Wait, can I lie down for a second first? I am still feeling dizzy," said Rynil. "Uh, sure, my room is next door, you can lay down there and I'll bring you down some water and food," said Mikel. He gathered up Rynil's clothes, then led the naked blonde boy out of the ritual room and down the hall to his small room. The door opened at Mikel's command. He helped Rynil inside and laid him down on his straw sleeping pad. Rynil laid back and smiled up at Mikel. Mikel stood over Rynil and soaked in the sight of the naked young teen in front of him. Finally, he tore his eyes off his friend and headed upstairs. "I'll be right back," he said as he left the room. Rynil lay on the bed waiting for the dizziness to pass. He held his left palm up over his head and examined it. It felt a little sore and he detected a faint outline of the sword case on it. He remembered what he had learned about using magic and focused on the case and visualized it, then he tried reaching with his mind and pulling for it. The case suddenly appeared, as if it sprung out of his hand, and promptly fell, hitting him in the face. "OW," he exclaimed as the case rolled off his face and came to rest next to him. He reached up and felt that his nose had started to bleed. Cursing at himself, Rynil reached his left hand back over and put it on top of the sword case and then willed the case back into his hand, which is where it seemed to him it had come from. He used his other hand to pinch his nose to try to stop the bleeding. Mikel returned carrying a tray loaded with bread, fruit, and a couple mugs of water. He was surprised to find Rynil lying there with blood all over his face and holding his nose. "Are you okay?" he asked as he hurriedly put down the tray on his desk and grabbed a dirty tunic to use to clean up Rynil's face. "I should go get my Master, this might be some reaction to the magic of the ritual," said Mikel. "No, I am fine. It is not a reaction to any magic, it is a reaction to my own stupidity," replied Rynil trying not to laugh at himself. Mikel looked confused, so Rynil explained how he had summoned the sword case while holding his hand over his head. "Is my nose broken?" he asked Mikel who was wiping off the last of the blood. "No, it doesn't look broken and the bleeding seems to have stopped," said Mikel. He then tossed the tunic into the corner, grabbed the tray off the desk, and set it down on the floor next to Rynil. Then he sat himself down on the pad next to Rynil. "You feeling okay? Need any help?" he asked. Rynil sat up, "I'm feeling better, the dizziness has passed." He tore off a chunk of bread and started eating. While he was eating, he noticed that Mikel kept trying to steal glances at his crotch. Knowing Mikel was trying to check him out excited Rynil, causing his cock to start getting hard. By the time he was finished eating and washing the food down with some water, he was hard. He set his mug down, and slowly brought his hand up and put it around the back of Mikel's head. He once again pulled the boy in and kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the dark haired boy's lips. Mikel opened up and accepted Rynil's tongue into his mouth. Rynil pulled the smaller boy down onto the straw pad, and pressed his naked body up against him. Mikel lay down on top of Rynil, and ground his crotch against the naked boy's hard cock. He then slid down until he reached Rynil's waist. He spent a moment to examine and gently fondle the erect cock that was pointing back up towards Rynil's face, the head poking out of the foreskin and leaking clear fluid. There were a few soft blonde hairs around the base, and Rynil's large testicles were pulled up tight against his body. Mikel stuck out his tongue and tasted the clear fluid from the tip. He found it tasted sweet, similar but slightly different from how his own tasted. He then licked all around the head before taking it into his mouth. Mikel tried to do his best but was inexperienced and occasionally scrapped Rynil with his teeth. Even though it was a clumsy blowjob, it felt better to than any he had ever received. Something just felt right about it. He felt a connection with Mikel; he had never felt with anyone else before and it seemed to heighten the pleasure. He felt his orgasm quickly approaching and warned Mikel, "I'm going to cum." Mikel pulled back a little bit so just the head rested in his mouth while he continued to jack Rynil off. He wanted to taste all of his friend. Rynil moaned and then came, shooting four small blasts of watery cum into Mikel's mouth. When he returned to his senses after his orgasm, he reached down and pulled Mikel back up to him and kissed him, tasting his own cum on Mikel's lips. Without breaking the kiss, Rynil maneuvered Mikel on to his back and climbed on top of him. He could feel Mikel's erect cock pressing into his own groin. Rynil broke the kiss and without saying anything slid down the pad until he reached Mikel's waist. He reached up under the boy's tunic and pulled down his hose, making sure not to catch Mikel's erection as he did so. Mikel let out a small gasp as Rynil's warm tongue licked along the underside of his cock, and then Rynil took the head into his mouth. Mikel sat up, supporting himself on his elbows for a moment and just watched in amazement, as the boy he had been lusting after for so long sucked his cock down to the base. He fell back on the pad and just lost himself in the amazing feeling of the warm mouth and tongue massaging his cock. It didn't take more than a few strokes before Mikel felt his own orgasm approaching. He felt his balls tighten and his legs began to shake. As his orgasm neared, the shaking got more intense, Mikel was overwhelmed by the feelings surging through his body. This was way more intense than any orgasm he had ever had before. As his cum started shooting out into Rynil's eager mouth, Mikel tried to stop his legs from shaking but lost control as magical energy built up. He started thrashing violently and the whole tower started to shake. Mikel started to panic and tried to stop the shaking, but became disoriented. He lost his center, his focus, and was adrift in a sea of magical energy as everything around him shook. At first Rynil thought it was cute to see Mikel's legs twitching as the young boy started cumming and shot his small load. But when the entire tower started to shake, Rynil pulled off of Mikel's slender cock. Mikel's entire body started to shake violently and the shaking of the tower grew worse. 'Magic,' thought Rynil. He summoned the sword case and quickly willed it open. He reached his left hand in and grabbed the sword while he placed his right hand on Mikel's chest. Immediately Mikel went limp and the tower stopped shaking. "Well done, Squire," said Sir Valen from just inside Mikel's door, which was still closed. "What happened Sir? Is it an attack? Is Mikel going to be okay?" asked Rynil concerned for his friend. "My apprentice's true magical power was just awakened, it overwhelmed him and he lost control of the magic. He is currently lost in his own mind. Do not worry, he is not in any danger, it is a simple matter to bring him back. Touch his face, speak to him, guide him back, but just in case, keep your hand on your sword," instructed the wizard. Rynil drew his hand up Mikel's slim torso and cupped his cheek. "Mikel, come back to me. Mikel, you are safe, I am here for you," said Rynil softly as he gently stroked his friend's check. Mikel's blue eyes opened and he smiled sweetly at Rynil. "Rynil? What just happened?" asked Mikel. Rynil blushed, "Well, I think your Master might be able to explain it better." "Squire Rynil, I believe it would be best for you to get dressed and head back to your quarters. Mikel, once you are feeling composed and are a bit more presentable, meet me in the main room upstairs so I can explain what has happened here," said Sir Valen. The door swung open as the wizard turned and exited the room, leaving the two boys alone again. Rynil hurriedly found his clothes and dressed quickly. He noticed Mikel smiling as he watched him dress. After Rynil was ready to go, he bent down and gave Mikel a quick kiss, "I hope everything is okay and that we can see each other again, bye." "Bye Rynil," said Mikel. He watched Rynil leave the room and head up the stairs. He had a painful headache, but otherwise was undamaged from the incident. He could not remember everything that just happened, just that for a few moments he, somehow, had become disconnected from himself, and had been floating in a sea of magical energy. Then he heard Rynil's voice, and was able to use it to find his way back and find his center. Mikel knew by the look of concern on Rynil's face as well as the presence of his Master that something serious had just happened. He pulled up his hose and adjusted his dick then got up to go find out from his Master what had just happened.