Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:12:22 -0400
From: J
Subject: TRIO 47

The barbarian turned farmer boy wrote in his book of parchments, "As you
may or may not have recalled, last time our intrepid Trio of warriors made
good their escape from the arena, leaving Nolo far behind at the hands of
his punishers but the Trio ran smack into a new kind of trouble..."

Sole retrieved the sword he purposefully dropped, "Forget it. We have
more...look at that!"

The fight had knocked the cover to the tomb off, only a small bit.  Sole
ran over to it and started to push the lid off, "Help me."

Pare and Aoi shared confused glances. They shrugged and ran over to help
Sole. Together, straining their muscles, the studs pushed the lid off.
When it was off, they saw something amazing. Lying in the coffin with his
hands and arms crossed over his chest and upper body was a beautiful
boy. His hair was something like a wolf, curved up like Wolverine from THE
X MEN. A point of hair dropped over his nose. He had no other hair over his
body, which was almost totally nude except for a very thin thong in front
and back, almost nothing but strings. The boy was ample in body but not
very big or muscled. He had a long thin belly button vertically and it
almost didn't have a horizontal girth to it. It was hard to see in it. He
had claws for fingernails and wore hairy boots on his feet. Other than his
head, he was smooth and hairless. He had big shoulders and tight small
nipples, the left one pierced with a big golden ring through it . His
closed eyes had long, long black lashes and his hair was dark brown. Thick
eyebrows and a snout for a nose made him handsomely exotic. His pointed
ears were like a wolf's ears, brown. His tanned skin was brown also, not
unlike the warriors just slain. He had a washboard effect on his otherwise
undefined stomach.

"They might have been here to guard this," Aoi muttered, "this....thing..."

"He's a boy," Pare corrected, "Poor thing..."

"Look like a werewolf or something...."  Sole stood closer and bent over
toward the boy, "....or maybe a vampire...."

"Funny, I thought maybe a witch boy like the Seer or even Wiz...."  Pare
added.

Sole bent closer, "He must be dead...this is his coffin..."  Sole looked at
him, "And yet, he seems so...so...lovely, so beautiful..."  Sole leaned in
and put his lips just over the wolf boy's.

"Sole?"  Pare asked, "Sole, what's the matter with you?"

"What're you doing?"  Aoi asked, "Sole, you don't seem to be yourself? Sole
stop!"




Sole kissed the boy on the lips fully and could swear he felt sharp fangs
beneath those full thick brown lips. He nudged his own nipples against the
boy's. The boy's eyes popped open just as Sole's face was so close to the
boy.  Sole stepped back and the boy opened his mouth, "I am vampire, witch,
warlock, werewolf, mummy, zombie and much, much more...as you three will
find out!"  He opened his mouth and revealed wolf like teeth with two fangs
that could only be the fangs of a vampire! He lunged at Sole!

Before Pare and Aoi could react, Sole was thrown back first off the tomb
with the wolf boy on top of him. On the stone floor of the pyramid, among
muscled dead bodies, the wolf boy was face to face with Sole, long sharp
claws out and grabbing at his shoulders. The boy's face suddenly seemed
taken with Sole's face. "My...you...you must be a god."

Sole laughed, "A god would hardly likely to be on the floor like this...and
I can feel your love..."

"I...I am in awe--you are gorgeous," the wolf boy, shorter than Sole stood
up, "I am sorry," he said as he pulled Sole by the arm, "You seem to have
awakened me."

"Who the hell are you?"  Aoi asked, sheathing his sword.

Pare laughed. Leave it to Aoi to get straight to the point. The boy smiled,
"I am called Matre."

"Mother," Pare laughed. He moved closer, putting his swords and knife into
their coverings.

"No, Matre," the boy said again, seriously. He turned his hand to touching
Sole's hard stomach.

Sole rubbed his shoulders, which were scratched, "Huh, uhm, what were you
doing in that tomb?"

"I am from another world..."

"No shit," Aoi smiled now.

"No, another world. A world who's people, some of them, most of them, were
taken from it and brought here by strange holes in the sky...and..."  The
boy looked down, "My family among them."

Looking down at the boy's hands feeling up his abs and navel, Sole then
looked up at the boy, at Matre, "What happened to the others?"

Matre looked down and seemed like a little boy now. His eyes welled up with
tears, "My family was the last to go. My people that were here, were killed
by...by these types..."

"Egyptians," Pare nodded, moving his foot over one of the bigger
bodies. Nudging it over.

"Yes that is what they called themselves. Lead by an evil prince..."

"Oh no, not another one," Aoi frowned.




"Why couldn't they kill you?"  Sole wondered as he rubbed the boy's
shoulders and brought him closer to him.

The boy looked up at him, "I am the most impure of my people. By that I
mean I am a mixture of all their best qualities. Whereas my race, a strange
race, even we admit ourselves, are part zombie or part witch or warlock, I
am a mixture of all that they were."

"So the things that could kill, say your vampire part...couldn't kill your
zombie part or your warlock part?"  Sole asked.

"I believe that is so," Matre nodded, feeling up Sole's hips now and moving
his hands behind to Sole's butt cheeks. "They could not kill me in the
sunlight or the moonlight. Silver bullets could kill a werewolf but not a
zombie; garlic could ward off a vampire but not a witch; tanya leaves could
always bring back my mummy form...I am almost indestructible."  He looked
at his feet.

"Hey kid," Pare came forward to him and touched the kid's own backside,
"That's not so bad..."

"Oh I know," He said, "But since they could not kill me, they entombed me
into this stone structure...the inside of the lid is illustrated with a
gigantic Ankh, the symbol of which prevents me from leaving and it is in
this tomb where I lay for thousands of years...my race on my own dimension
may no longer be alive..."

Aoi was not sure to believe this story, "How...if you have such powers, how
did they get you in there?"

"They used a magical steel Ankh, that is the only thing that can stop me
from fighting back," Matre declared, "But it cannot kill me..."  He gulped
and looked over at Aoi, "But while in my self induced sleep in there, I can
roam free, my spirit, for I am also part ghost...can roam free and it is
there in that state that I can fly free. Free from the body."

"And what a nice one it is too," Pare got behind him and rubbed his sides
and felt up his butt cheeks. He put his hands forward too after that and
rubbed the kid's nice firm lean belly. "Your body I mean..."

Aoi moved to them, "You're out now, that's all that matters. That's got to
be better..."

"On the contrary," Matre stated as he closed his eyes as Pare worked on his
dick, "While in that state, I search constantly for a way back home. There
are such ways..."

Sole felt Matre doing to his dick what Pare was doing to Matre's, "We
know. We've seen one or two of the....the...eeeeseeeeee!"  Matre rubbed
hard and the claws felt really cold but grew hot. Matre retracted them,
"No, no, leave em, they feel really goodahhh!"

"I can find a way home for myself and maybe for others such as yourselves,"
Matre continued. "But only if I am back in that tomb."


Pare jerked Matre off, "No, no, you can't go back in to that thing."

"You do not understand. It is not like a coma or death...it is total
freedom."  Matre spat from his dick as it rose up out of his leg hole in
his thong. It spilled all over Sole's thick left thigh and as Sole moved,
his legs came together and cam rubbed on the right thigh. Then he spit from
his penis hole and covered the wolf boy's belly in a rain of white.

"Not total," Sole gasped, "You can't come and go as you please..."

"Just cum!"  Matre yelled in passion, "Again! Again!"

"The Gyptains will come here?"  Aoi said.

"Cum! Cum yourself!"  Pare yelped. He took a breath in to calm himself,
"Hey yeah, they will," He said in defiance, almost wishing the warriors
were here now, "That bird, that dove carried a warning note..."

"Why didn't you just use one of those spears near the entrance or even
those bow and arrows to kill the dove?"  Aoi asked Pare, "You still know
how to use them, don't you?"  Aoi added that for sarcasm.

Pare thrust his head up and his other head up Matre's butt hole, and
jerked, "I...I...I..."

"Egotistical aren't you?"  Aoi rolled his eyes upward.

"You know I don't...AAGGGHHHH!"  Pare finished up Matre, "I don't kill
animals of any kind."

"Yeah I know. None of us do really unless...we have to....and you could
have...."  Aoi moved behind Pare and grabbed his hips to stop him from
jerking after he was finished. Sole moved to the other side, leaving Matre
to wonder what was wrong.  Matre's pre cum dripped unabated. Sole, in his
sexual excitement, lifted the lid of the tomb and put it back on top, the
Ankh symbol face down again over the empty tomb. Then he straddled the lid
and put his hand out to Matre. The boy took his hand and allowed himself to
be pulled up to the lid. Sole and Matre stretched over the lid of the tomb
and laid on it to rest, leaving Pare dripping.

"No," Pare said, "I wouldn't, besides it was flying so nicely.... so
beautifully."

Aoi nodded yes, "Yeah and it didn't help that it would bring perhaps more
Egyptians here for you to slay..."

Pare grabbed his sword out and rose it up and his dick, grabbed as well,
rose up again, leaking more cum droplets as it did, "...right in their
belly buttons."




"You fool, now we have to fight more...."  Aoi puffed, "I need a rest."

Sole shut his eyes but opened them as the wolf boy laid across his stomach,
a tiny body warm to the touch, "Matre, Matre, who were these guys?"

"The ones you slew in their bellies were the guardians of my tomb. For they
never wanted my kind to get out again..."

Pare looked at him, lowering his sword, "Is it because...well, because your
people fed on them? Killed them?"

"We have to ask," Sole looked up at the innocent looking face.

"Oh no, we don't do that anymore. Millions of years ago we did but we feed
on the natural blood pools on our own world and here, well, there is a
giant river of blood that we used to live on," Matre said, "I think it is a
natural phenomena of this dimension, which might be called Violenza."

"I never heard it called that," Aoi said, "And we've been here a long
time."

"There's long and there's uhm, long," Pare said as Aoi was absentmindedly
jerking his penis slowly and it grew to a firm thickness and length, right
out of the leg of his loin cloth. "Matre's been here thousands of years."

"The Guardians train their sons to be watchers over this tomb. They are all
of a slave line to the evil prince, who slaughters all those not like
himself and his own Egyptian people..."  Matre said. Suddenly he rubbed his
belly, his knuckles rubbing against Sole' navel. He jumped off the coffin
top. He rubbed his stomach again and again, "Oh man, I am very hungry. Do
you mind if I use these as my food. I haven't eaten in over a thousand
years or more..."

"You mean...."  Pare gulped, "You want to eat our kills?"

"Yes unless you disapprove or have need of their flesh yourself."

"No, it's just..."  Pare nodded to the bodies, "I don't think I want to
watch."

"Oh Mister Gore over there is squeamish?"  Aoi pulled Pare away from Matre
as he rubbed with his free hand. Aoi's dick stood up to over 8 inches.

"No, I have a way to transmogrify their bodies directly into my stomach. No
need for cannibalism or vampirism in the normal way...although it does give
my people or did give my people extreme pleasure to relish the kill, the
blood in their throats, the flesh between their death, the tearing of meat
in..."

"We get the picture," Sole gulped now, sitting up, crunching his abs, "Just
do it."


"Okay, I promise, no muss, no fuss..."

Soon, there was one stuffed wolf boy sitting on the floor, his bare back
against the stone coffin and with his eyes crossed from eating too much. He
stuck his tongue out and rubbed his bloated belly.  The bodies were all
gone.

When Matre was bloated into sleepfulness, Trio began to have their own
brand of fun: sex. It was a long time since they had sex with just the
three of them and among freedom rather than the confines of Nolo's cells in
his giant arena fortress. The sex there was dominated, even forced, and
powerful but now, free, it was loaded with a new kind of power and blasting
energy.  They had stripped naked, totally, laying their various weapons
down.

"C'm here," Sole grabbed up Pare to his chest and rolled onto the lid, his
back to it.

Pare snuggled into Sole's larger body, forcing himself into it as much as
he could, curling up, stomach to stomach, his arms wrapped around Sole's
hips. Sole, for his part, put his arms around Pare's shoulders and clasped
his hands behind. Aoi, last in taking his loin cloth off, unbent and
watched. He smiled and then ran up to them, diving onto Pare's back, his
long stiff dick uncurled out of his foreskin and popped between Pare's
cheeks, making a nose dive for Sole's legs, rubbing between them and down,
nudging Sole's testicles. Pare squirmed between the other two. He felt
Sole's dick stiff between them, his own rubbing across it and bouncing off
toward Sole's hip, sideways. Pre cum slithered across Sole's skin from
Pare's foreskinned dick. Pare's dick opened up and let it out fully with a
powerful blast. Sole's dick popped down and then up, passing Pare's balls
and coming up under Pare's buttox. Free, the tip found new flesh, Asian
flesh as it stabbed at the skin above Aoi's penis base. Aoi, being totally
hairless down there, had the smooth skin that made Sole's dick jump. As
they pressed each other's bodies, Aoi leaned his face down, passing Pare's
ear, biting it easily, and leaning down, he kissed Sole's red cheek. Pare
drooled onto Sole's chest, directly between Sole's super hard pointed
tits. A new spit of his penis erupted across Sole's belly and fountained up
between Pare and Sole. Aoi's vein moved against Pare's inner buttox, the
softer anus and Aoi's lower penis felt against Sole's upper as it moved
under and then over. Aoi cam as well, his dick firing over Pare's butt,
Sole's balls, and both guy's legs. This continued on and on, almost all
night as they cam over and over again.

Finally sated they laid down on the top of the lid and slept themselves
into the oblivion of a deep sleep.

The dove that Pare wouldn't kill didn't take long to fly to its
destination. It's target location wasn't far from the pyramid. A giant
yellow stoned building, open in some parts with balconies and squared off
roofs, flat but not unimaginative. Inside, tiny hands grasped the dove.




It was not long after that the army was alerted. And marched out. Warriors,
warriors in training, spear men, arrow boys, and the sons of the sons of
warriors and their sons. All marching toward the pyramid. Relentless
sandals moving toward the stone tomb of Matre. Millions of spears sticking
up in the air. Hundreds of arrows in rounded back packs shifting unnoticed
by the bare backs of the boys that held them. Every member of this mass
wearing a linen striped cloth over their heads, also yellow in color. This
made their the top of their heads look much like the head of a Sphinx. The
larger muscle warriors, at the front, wore mere string thongs, betraying
their bulges for all to see. Spear boys wore loin cloths, while arrow boys
had on strips of linen. The majority were naked to the waist. Some wore
open vests, many short cut vests. A smaller few had on metallic armor over
their chests. Every belly was exposed. All heading for the pyramid, Trio
and the wolf boy Matre.



And so it came to pass...the sun came up after a full night of cumming and
then sleep...

Pare opened one eye, the other still under Aoi's left tricep as he lay on
Sole. "Hmmm, mmmm, nice."  He was staring straight at a large round navel
which seemed split naturally on the inside. "Oh yeah..."  He felt his
renewed hard on emerging from between his belly and
Sole's. "Hey...that's..."

"Wake up!"  A prissy little voice screamed, "Wake up, all of you!"  A small
hand shook Aoi's bare yellow back, "Get up in my presence!"

Aoi heaved his upper body up and rubbed his eyes and he unstuck his dick
from the cummy spot it found itself on Pare's ass. "Wha?"

The prissy voice belonged to the soft handed prissy boy who shook him
awake. The boy had almost no hair. What hair he did have was tied and cut
together in a kind of haystack on top of his head held together by a tight
gold ringlet and a small pigtail hung from behind it. He had long blue
eyelashes and a long linen loin cloth of red and white. He was bare from
the waist up. His nipples were pierced with Ankh's which hung tight. He
wore blue rings around his wrists and had big brown eyes and a brown
skinned tan, not as dark as the others in the room. Aoi noted about 40
others in the room, all dark. Pare blinked awake and saw the belly button
of an eight foot warrior, bare from the waist up and only wearing a
thong. He held a curved sword in each hand, hands as big as Pare's whole
face. The warrior held his swords across his own chest, his arms somewhat
folded. Sole bolted up, "What the?!"  Pare fell from under Sole with a
thump.

"Hey!"  Pare smarted as his face hit the cold damp lid, Sole's sweat still
on it. Pare licked some of it.

Sole jumped up and noticed a double Ankh headed spear, double headed on
both sides, laying across Matre, who was still where he fell asleep."I see
you are familiar with The Ankh, containing four of the figures in all,
would keep the Beast Boy that way. Forever if we wish it."

Sole jumped to his feet, having sat up, "Then don't wish it. He doesn't
mean any..."  Sole turned to look at Pare, "You were up before this weren't
you?"

Pare pulled himself up as Aoi stood on the lid and rose up to his full
height, which wouldn't really menace anyone in here. Pare nodded, "What
makes you...oh, alright, alright! I admit it!"




Sole nodded, "You little fool. You wanted us to fall asleep so all these
guys would get here in time for us..."

"To slay em all!"  Pare yelled.

The boy smirked and walked past Sole to Aoi's feet. "Is that so?"

Aoi jumped down. "Who are you?"

"I? I am surprised you do not know of me. I am a god. Known to my people in
this form as...."  The boy stroked Aoi's chest and rounded his fingernail
on Aoi's left nipple, making it hard and stand out. "...Amun. I say the
word and my word is what I say."

Pare stood up and looked at the other side of the tomb where all the
weapons of Trio were, "Makes sense to me."

Sole nodded, "Then look, just let us all go, and this kid too. He's a
monster, for sure, but he hasn't hurt anyone. Nor have his people."

"And he told you that?"  Amun smiled, "And you believed him?"

"Yes," Sole stirred a bit uncomfortably. "I...we did. Do."

Amun moved away from Sole and past Matre's sleeping prone form. He turned
the corner of the coffin. Aoi slowly followed.  Large warriors followed
too. Around the entire tomb, 40 warriors, some mere lads with bow and
arrows, some beefy unmovable musclemen, stood about. Glinting weapons shone
off each other. Amun states, "Well, this time, you are correct. He and his
people have not killed any of our people, my people. But they have
sacriledged."  Amun looked at the weapons and back at Pare, "You'd never
make it."

"What sacrilege are you talking about?"  Sole asked from the other side of
the tomb.

"THE RIVER! THE RED RIVER! They drink from it!"  Amun spouts, spitting
venom. "It is forbidden!."

"Would you rather they drank from your people's blood?"  Aoi asked, moving
back, his eyes darting.

Amun moved at him, "They can do neither, for it is forbidden. If I had a
choice, or if they had a choice I should say, I would prefer my people to
all die before the river was touched by one of these monster race."

The boy stood near the taller Aoi but then moved off.  Aoi backed a bit and
no one saw him but he took a small knife from the upper leg of the warrior
behind him. It had been in a small cache pocket of leather wrapped on the
giant's hip. "What do you plan to do to him now?"


"Nothing. Just put him back into his tomb and keep him there..."

"For all eternity?"  Aoi asked.

"You can't do that?"  Sole stammered, "You can't! It's horrible!"

"I can and I will! I do what I want! I am a god. You three, whoever you are
should know that. You should know my name!"  Amun shouted, "For not knowing
that alone, you must die! We will bury you three with him in his tomb. "

"Cozy," scrunched up and small, bent over and hunched, Pare said, moving
inches closer to the end of the lid. Beneath him were the weapons.

"...see how you will like sticking up for him then!"  Amun shouted.

"We saw that last night," Pare frowned.

"Pare, be quiet!"  Sole yelled, "This is all your fault. We could have all
been out of here...before...they came."

"But not before we came," Pare joked.

Aoi walked up to the boy. Amun smiled at him, "Maybe one or two of you will
not. I have need of slaves for my kingdom...for as a god, I am also my
people's king..."

"Oh no, not another one," Aoi said. "I've had enough of evil kings."

"Evil?"  Amun asked, "I am not. I can not be killed. My skin is as tough
as...."

Aoi shoved the knife point deep into the boy's unprotected stomach.

"I..."  The boy looked at his belly and felt fire. Aoi looked at him
seriously, looking down at him. "I cannot believe you did that."

Aoi stared down the boy and then also looked at the kid's belly and shoved
deeper, "Perhaps you've never heard of us...we're Trio. The Trio."  Aoi
unstuck the kid who just stood there gasping. He felt fire in his
belly. Then more as Aoi stabbed two more times, in and out.

Pare jumped onto the weapons pile. "Sole here! Catch!"  He tossed Sole's
spear and sword over the crypt to Sole.



Aoi walked away and moved to Pare, who was already handing out the weapons,
rather quickly to Sole, himself, and Aoi.  Across the lid, Aoi shook his
head, "...AND I DON'T CARE IF IT TURNS OUT HE'S ALSO YOUR LONG LOST BROTHER
TOO, I HAD TO SLAY HIM DEAD. I CAN'T TOLERATE ANOTHER LONG LOST YOUNGER
BROTHER TURNED EVIL PRINCE!"

"Kaaaa, king...."  Amun corrected as he started to slink down to his death,
touching his belly hole, which burned. His dick rose up out of his linen
and the head looked like it too wanted to stab his belly button
area. "King...not prince...goduh!"  He fell and his last word was, "Kill!"

40 warriors came at Trio!


TO BE CONTINUED...