Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:18:00 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Iron Crown 03/12 (fantasy)

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THE IRON CROWN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on May 28, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Randhir

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE IRON CROWN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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Chapter 3 - KING WALTHA'S ADVENTURE

"Yes, king Waltha, tomorrow is the big day. Are you feeling thrilled?"

"A little... or rather a lot." the king answered with a smile.

The old man nodded, in answer to the smile. "I must put an end to my
preparation of the  spells, if you let me."

Waltha understood it was a kind leave, but a thought came back to his
mind, "Before leaving you..."

"Yes?" Arseno said in an encouraging tone.

"I desire your advice."

"I'm listening."

"As you know, the queen is waiting our third child..."

"Yes. At the birth-day I will foretell the future..."

"And you also know that in this period a sensible man doesn't absolutely
touch his wife..."

"Yes, it is really so..."

"But I'm feeling the fire in my loins... that need some relief. But, you
see, I can not take a female servant, as I'm afraid I would make her
pregnant, after so long an abstinence..."

"You're right."

"And about a male servant, he would be presumed to obey to my desire,
but I don't like to impose my personal desires on anybody, even though
it would be my right in doing it..."

"You are both a wise man and a wise king."

"And I cannot even ask it to a free woman or man... a king is more a
prisoner than his knights, as they have at least their squires, with
whom it is custom to indulge their lusts... On the other side, my hand
doesn't suffice me any more..."

"I see." The old man was smiling. "Do you want an advice from the wizard
or from the man?"

"From... both of them?" the king answered with a smile, and Arseno thought
that when Waltha was smiling in that way, he seemed to be transported to
being the kid of the old times.

"The man tells you that you have just to go downtown in disguise - so
who will accept you will do so only because he or she desires you and
not because you are the king. The wizard tells you that tonight will be
favourable and you will not be disappointed."

"Are you serious?" the king asked, his eyes lit with pleasure.

"I'm absolutely serious. You will find what you need to appease your
desires, my good Waltha... Right in this night, the last one before the
full moon."

"Thank you." the king said and, greeting him with a light hug, went down
to his quarters.

He called the House Superintendent, and asked him to find in secret some
servant clothes of his size. Then summoned the chief of the guard, and
told him that he was to let a certain servant who would show him a
countermark free access out and into the downtown castle gate. He then
went to his room, and took from the queen's casket the small jar of
powder with which the queen liked to darken her long hair...

Yes, that same night... he was already excited just thinking of it.

At night, when the queen was asleep, the king furtively got up. In the
adjoining room ha had already prepared everything - he lit a lantern,
sat in front of the mirror and, combing his thick hair, he plaited them
in two big braids as several servants were used to do. With the dust he
lightly darkened his face and hands skin, took away his ring-seal, wore
the servant clothes and hanged at his neck the countermark. He had to
raise the tunic and to put a bandaging around his pelvis, or else his
erection would have been too conspicuous; so he blocked his hard member
against his pubes. The member throbbed wildly.

"Be quiet, in a short while you will have what you are longing for." he
said with a smile, looking at it.

He shut off the lantern and gropingly went to the stairway. He went
down, crossed the square yard, went out on the drill ground and crossed
it too, going towards the gate.

"Halt! Who goes there?" the sentry asked, barring his pace.

The king showed his countermark.

The guard lowered his spear ands said, "Come, this way." He opened a
small door near the big gate and said, "When you come back, knock two,
three and one time. I will personally open you."

Waltha nodded and, bending down, slipped out through the small door,
into the High-city. The guard shut the door at his back asking himself
who could that servant be, with such a stout and big body, but then told
himself it was none of his matters, and barred the little door.

Waltha heard the bar slip at its place and fall in place with a light
thud - his adventure was beginning. He went down the street looking
around and asking himself who ever could he find in the town with its
desert and apparently asleep streets. But he trusted Arseno's words; he
knew he would find what he was looking for.

He went down until he reached the lower gate, then decided to go back.
The High-city was lying like a moon crescent under his castle. He
decided to take one of the side streets. The houses and the streets,
covered by a thick layer of snow, were dark and silent - not a light,
nor a soul was to be seen. When he reached the end, he moved to a
parallel street just to get back to the main street. All was silent.
Even his foot steps were muffled by his fur shoes and by the snow. The
street was bending and right at the bend, a little further, Waltha
noticed a small single floored house, with just one door and one window
in the faŤade, and the roof, tall and pointed, even though covered by
the snow, made him think it was an ancient, wooden one, before the tiles
were used for the roofs by the wealthy people. He was looking at that
house, curious, when he noticed a faint blade of light seep from a slit
in the window.

After a while the door silently opened and a nimble figure, clearly of a
woman, stole away disappearing into a lateral passage between the house
and the neighbouring building. Waltha drew nearer, feeling curious and
excited - would that woman be his companion for the night? He had almost
reached the small house when the same figure came out of the narrow
passage and saw Waltha approaching.

She had a small start, stopped and looked at the man, seeing he was
smiling to her. So she asked him, "Who are you?"

"I'm a servant at the castle." the king answered.

"What are you doing here, so late?"

"I was late and was locked outside, and they wont open the gate again
until daybreak..."

"So you are spending the whole night outside? In this cold?" the girl
asked, widening her eyes.

She was really pretty, well built; she had a gentle aspect and voice.

"What else can I do?"

"But... you will froze!" the girl said.

"That's why I'm walking."

"And would you walk all the night long?"

"What else can I do?" the king repeated, with a smile.

The girl looked him up and down then resolutely said, "Come in my house,
you will sleep with us, I can't let you outside."

Waltha felt his heart have a jolt in his chest and his excitement came
back, pressing. "You don't know me..." the man said, admiring the
beautiful shapes of the girl and her blond plait long to her waist.

"Even if you were a thief, and I don't think so, there is nothing to
steal in my house. Moreover... your eyes are good. Come in!" the girl
said, opening the door and making him enter.

She shut the door with the bolt. The king looked around, at the light of
a lantern lit on the central table. It really was a poor house, with
just one  room, and the king understood that the girl went out to empty
herself. In a corner there was a fireplace, without fire. In the
opposite corner there was a square straw mattress, and the king saw that
somebody was lying there.

"Your husband?" his asked, curious.

"No, my twin brother, Samma. May name is Tamma. What's your name?"

"My name is... Kimig." Waltha said, knowing that that was the ancient
appellation of the kings, but that now was just a common male noun.

"Kimig... a nice name. Come, lie near my brother and I will lie at your
other side. We will be somewhat packed, but so we will warm each other.
For the gods sake! How strong and well nourished you seem! Your master
treats you well."

"Yes, he does..." the king answered, lying close to the sleeping boy,
under the fur cover.

The girl lay near him, after putting out the lantern, and tucking in the
cover. Waltha had had just the time to throw a glance to the boy's face,
and noticed he was really handsome, and very alike his sister.

"Are you two alone, here?" Waltha asked in a whisper, not to wake up the
boy.

"Yes. My father died when we were little children, we almost can't
remember him. My mother died six years ago."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know... I think twenty-two... possibly."

"Why didn't you still get married?"

"I have no dowry, you see. Nobody would marry a girl without dowry.
Moreover... my brother and I... we are twins, we have the same tastes, the
same ideas, the same preferences...

"I can't see where is the problem..."

"He likes the same men I like... or possibly the other way round, I don't
know. So we decided that I'll marry only the man who would accept him
like me, who will take we both in his bed and... well this is not the most
difficult thing, we already found some men who do it willingly with both
of us, you see... But marry me..."

"What kind of man do you two like?" the king asked, trembling for his
excitation.

"You are trembling. Are you cold?"

"Yes." Waltha lied.

The girl pushed herself more against the man. "I'll warm you... You see,
for instance, we would like a man like you. You are strong and your eyes
are good..."

The king was feeling more and more aroused and was making an effort not
to jump on her and take her on the spot. "But I'm already married..."

"Yes, it seems that all the best men are already married."

"But... there is nobody interested in you... in both of you, I mean."

"There is one, but his parents, as I have no dowry, don't want him to
marry me. So, at times, he just comes here to spend the night with us."

"Is that man in love with you?"

"I think so, and also my brother... And he would like to marry me, but he
can't go against his father, that's clear. You are still trembling..." the
girl said pushing herself more against him, and so she felt pressing
against her, strong and warm, his erection.

"Do you desire me?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yes, very much." Waltha answered, excited.

"Do you want us? Both of us?"

"I would really be happy..."

"I'll wake up my brother, then..."

"Good."

The girl, leaning over Waltha, shook her brother, "Samma, hey, Samma!
Wake up!"

"What's up?" the boy asked, with a sleepy voice.

Waltha noticed that, even though he had a manly tone, his voice was very
similar to that of his sister.

"There is a man, here, between you and me, and he desires us both..."

"A man? Who is he?" the boy asked, touching the king with his hands,
exploring his body, his erection, and his face... "He seems to be a
handsome man... and he wants us? Both of us?"

"Of course. You know that I would never have said him yes if he did not
want us both!"

The boy pushed himself against the king's body, brushing against him,
and muttered, "Welcome..."

"Thank you." Waltha answered spreading his arms and pulling both of them
to his chest.

Tamma kissed him on the mouth, at first lightly, then with increasing
delight. Samma slipped his hand under the man's tunic to cares his
member now so turgid that it freed itself from the bandage that the king
wore.

"Let's take off our tunics." the man said, excited.

"Aren't you felling any more cold?" the girl giggled, pleased.

"Not at all, on the contrary, I'm feeling full of fire."

"Yes..." the boy said sitting up, and quickly pulling off his tunic.

The other two at once followed suit. Waltha lay down again and felt the
small firm bosoms of the girl against his side, and her soft lips on his
nipple, and soon after felt the boy's tongue start to lick his
testicles, while four hands were exploring his body. The king moaned
with pleasure, feeling he was being lead into the always-blooming fields
of the gods.

The two siblings were bringing him to a rapidly increasing excitation  -
he could feel their lips, their tongues, their hands and bodies all over
him, in a kind of sensuous and sinuous dance. So much that, if it was
not for her bosoms and the boy's erection, he would not have been able
to know the one from the other. Waltha sat up so as to better caress
them.

"No, let us do, for the moment." Samma said.

"You'll busy yourself when you'll take us." Tamma merrily suggested.

Waltha let himself go down again, overcome by the sensations. He thought
he was going to burst out, so excited he was, he couldnt remember having
ever experienced something so intense. The twins, as for a common
agreement, slowed down and lay down at his sides, half on top of him.
Waltha embraced and in turns kissed them.

"You seem to be a really beautiful man," Samma said, "I would like to
light the lantern to enjoy of you also with my eyes..."

"No, please..." the king said, afraid that if they looked at him from so
near, they could any day recognize him.

"Do you like better doing it in the darkness?" the girl asked.

"It gives wings to the fantasy." Waltha answered.

"That's poetic..." the boy muttered, and both resumed giving pleasure to
the body, now slightly more relaxed, of their unexpected guest.

Waltha searched with his hands between the legs of the twins, until he
found the warm and wet vagina of the girl and the strong and quivering
member of the boy, and caressed the both of them there with skilled
moves. The sexual game went on bringing him at a step from the
explosion, then slowing down, for three, four times, until the king
asked them to put an end to that refined torture.

"Yes, I too can't resist any more..." Tamma whispered.

"Yes, now take us." Samma said in a whisper.

The man seized a waist, without being sure to whom it belonged, and
pulled to himself a fresh and young body. He felt he had seized the boy.
He had him lie on his back and kneeled between his legs. The boy at once
understood how the man intended to take him, and raised his legs,
leaning his ankles on the powerful shoulders of the king, offering so
himself to the man. The quivering member of the man slipped in the
furrow between the youth's buttocks until his fiery tip found the soft
warmth of the throbbing anus. He started to push.

"Oh, yeeees!" the youth muttered, totally relaxing as soon as he felt
the pressure.

Waltha felt he was being sucked by the warm and tender flesh channel
that was clinging around his pole, tight and comfortable at the same
time, like the right sheath to its sword.

"Oh, for the gods sake, you're strong, you're a real man, the king of
all the men! A real king..." Samma muttered excitedly, quivering under
him, pushing himself against that pole to take it all, making his hole
throb delightfully.

Waltha smiled thinking that the boy didn't suspect he just uttered the
truth.

The girl was lying near her brother and was caressing both their bodies,
feeling happy for her twin's enjoyment. Even though for many years,
since he married, Waltha didn't ever again enjoy a man, still remembered
how to drive his strokes in the warm back channel to give  his mate the
most intense pleasure. The boy was jolting, prey of a growing pleasure.
Waltha lowered his torso to kiss him; their tongues met, played, they
sucked each other tongue with gentle passion. The man started to hammer
inside him with virile strength and the boy was in the seventh heaven.

"You are not a man, you are a god visiting our land!" the boy murmured,
his voice raucous for the pleasure.

The king sped up his strokes, and felt that both the boy and he, were
close to the explosion, it was just a matter of moments. He lowered
himself to kiss again Samma, who circled the man's neck with his arms to
be closer to him. The boy's member, pressed against Waltha's belly, was
strongly throbbing. A long and deep moan arose from the depth of both
the males and as one, with a set of powerful jets, they both unloaded,
the king in the depths of the boy and this one between the two arched
bodies. When the last spasm of the orgasm subsided, Waltha let himself
go on top of the boy, panting with him. Their chest were raising and
lowering alternating.

"Oh, Tamma, it has been way too good! This man made me come without need
of touching it! You'll see, you too will feel overcome; it has really
been way too beautiful..." the boy muttered in a tone of deep amazement.

The girl said, "You need to rest for a while, now, Kimig, you are
tired..."

"No, I'm ready for you!" the king said, his voice raucous for the
desire, slowly slipping out of the boy; he then moved his body on top of
the girl. She embraced him and spread her legs, making room for the
king's legs between her own. Waltha lowered himself a little to gently
bite the girl's nipples, then slowly slipped upwards with his member.
Still throbbing and hard, found its way and little by little invaded the
welcoming vagina of the young woman. Tamma moaned with pleasure and bit
her lip so as not to yell.

Waltha kissed her. "Are you ready?" he asked.

The girl nodded and clasped her hands on the king's buttocks, almost to
be penetrated more deeply. The man started his second ride, feeling full
of vigour just as before. Now it was the boy's turn to caress their
united bodies. The man knew also how to give pleasure to a woman, and
soon Tamma was in frenzy, like a little before was her brother.

"Ooohhh, yes, Samma, this man is really a god! It's a pity he's already
married... He's making me die with the pleasure... Ooohhh, yes, you really
know how to give pleasure to a woman!" she said, tossing under him.

"As well as a man... it's really a pity you are already married..." her
brother added with a dreamlike voice.

Waltha took care of her for a long time, either with calm and measured
strokes, or with vigour, while caressing all her body as he just before
did with the boy. He felt that the young woman's orgasm was rapidly
approaching, together with his own. Also the girl was skilled in the
movements to give pleasure to a man. Waltha thought that, if he ever had
to make a choice between the two twins, he would have had difficulties.
For the sake of having children, it was she, of course, but besides
that... Together they were complete - happy the man who would "marry" them
both! the king thought feeling prey to a strong pleasure.

The orgasm caught them and trailed them in a wonderful whirl, the second
one of that enchanting night that Waltha would never forget.

Laying all three, Waltha always in the middle, the king embraced them
both pulling them closer, kissing in turn one or the other. "Now I
really need some rest..."

"Just some?" the boys asked in a happy tone. "Do you mean that in a
while..."

"We will do it once more?" she asked, pleased.

"If you don't regret..." Waltha said.

"Regret?" the twins with one voice asked.

"On the contrary!" she said.

"No regret at all!" the boy said.

"Good... I just need a few minutes..." the king answered, blessing in his
heart the wizard and the twins.

When finally Waltha went back to the castle, he fell at once to sleep,
feeling totally appeased and satisfied.

The morning after, feeling merry and in a wonderful mood as never
before, he went into the treasure room. He searched in his coffers until
he found what was looking for - two gold coins coming from a far away
kingdom, each one of the value of three gold coins of his kingdom. He
went down in the castle kitchens, took some of the leavened mass ready
to bake the barley bread and made a big loaf, hiding in it, unseen, the
two golden coins. He smoothed it carefully, with a knife carved on it
the symbol of the Goddess Mother and gave it to the servants, unaware of
the content, to have it backed in the oven, and ordered them as soon as
it was ready, to take it to him in a basket.

Back to his quarters, he called a trusted servant, the son of the wet
nurse who breast-fed them both together.

"Raghn, I've a mission to entrust you. A secret mission..." he said and
explained him the facts and his intentions.

The man listened and nodded and at the end said, "Everything will be
done as you wish, Waltha."

The servant went back to the servants' quarters and searched between the
clothes until he found a tunic different from that in use at the castle.
He loosened his braids and tied his hair in back of his head as a
ponytail, to get a foreign aspect. He then went back to the king.

"Perfect!" the king said when he saw him.

Meanwhile from the kitchens came the loaf in a basket. The king gave it
to Raghn who at once went downtown.

When he was in the High-city, the servant looked for twins' house. A
neighbour told him they were at work at the potter, like every day. The
man was talking with an accent odd enough to have the woman call him
"stranger". He singled out the potter's store and asked of the twins.
When he saw them, he thought that his king had a really good taste.

"Forgive me, are you the twins called Samma and Tamma?"

"Yes, we are." they answered looking at him hesitantly.

The man smiled to reassure them. "I'm a traveller... I was coming here
when, on the road between the lake and this city, I met an old woman.
She seemed suffering, in bad health. She asked me if I was going to the
capital and I told her I was. She then entrusted me this loaf of bread
and told me: for the love of the Goddess Mother, bring this bread to
two, called Samma and Tamma, two twins that live in the capital and work
as potters. Tell them to eat it, a slice every night, praying the
Goddess Mother to give me back my health, and I will pray for them to be
blessed by her."

"An old woman?" the boy asked.

"She told you her name?" Asked the girl.

The servant answered, "No, she told me not."

"How was she dressed?" she asked.

"When she left you, what way did she take?" the boy asked.

"She told me she was going back and took the road to the lake. She was
wearing a green tunic made of good wool, and had a hood with stripes of
several colours on her head."

"Was she alone?"

"Was she a stranger?"

"I don't know if she was a stranger, and she was alone. She rode a small
grey mule..." the servant answered and gave them the basket.

The girl took it and said, "One never refuses the gift of a good bread.
We will pray the Goddess Mother for who made this bread."

"Oh, I was forgetting... the old woman told me you have to eat it alone,
and only in night time, when nobody else is in your home. She so
insistently asked me not to forget it. Is it possibly a rite?" the
servant asked.

"I don't know, but we will do as you say - if it really is a rite..."

"... we will for sure not break it. Possibly is just a vow she did. But
how could she know our names?"

"This is something I really don't know. Well, blessed be, boys. I have
to resume my way..." the man said, leaving them.

That same night the twins prayed the goddess for the unknown old woman's
health who made that loaf for them, and ate a good slice each. And so in
the second night, and in the third one.

The fourth night, their knife met an obstacle... and the twins found the
gold coins - they didn't believe to their eyes!

"Blessed be the goddess! With these coins you can have a good dowry!"
Samma said.

"We can marry with Mart!" the girl said, happily, and then added, "You
too like Mart, don't you?"

"Yes, very much... even though I would have preferred that servant... but he
is already married."

"Mart is a good man. And he is also handsome and good hearted." the girl
said.

"Yes. Let's go to give him the good news."

"Tomorrow morning, dear brother. Now everybody is surely already in
bed!"

Waltha, who in secret had them spied, came to know that at spring a
certain Mart would marry with a certain Tamma... and smiled, pleased.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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