by Pfantazm
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After the meal, Thom and Madoc went straight back to their room.
Madoc flopped back onto the soft bed and put his hands over his face. Thom sat beside him and put a reassuring hand on his leg. "Are you troubled?" "It was so embarrassing. Everyone thinks something happened between me and that-- that . . ." Thom knew Madoc was not going to end that sentence the way he would. "That presumptuous young lady!" "Lady," Thom said with the sarcasm Madoc lacked. There was a faint knock on the door. Madoc groaned and sat up. Thom went to see who it was. Rab came in and smiled politely at Madoc. Thom shut the door tight again. Madoc lay back down on the bed. "Why did she do that? Did she not realize?" "Oh, I think Velda knew exactly what she was doing," Rab told him. "All the others are going to think that we're-- that we . . ." "Exactly," the ostler said, grinning. "But there's nothing going on!" "It's an illusion," Thom said, "and one of the simplest ones. Making something out of nothing. All the other girls were gossipping like mad." "There's nothing to gossip about!" "But they all think there is, which is just what Velda likely wanted to make happen," Rab told him. Thom said, "They've come to the conclusion that she got somewhere with you, which, you may have noticed, nearly all of them were trying to do. And if they're wrong, Velda won't correct them." "I should," Madoc said with conviction. "I wouldn't. What's the point?" Thom sat beside his partner. "Your reputation will hardly suffer. Everyone knows you're sharing a room with me, so they'll know it went no further. After the wedding we'll likely never see these people again." Rab took Madoc's other side. "I know these girls. Next month, even Velda will have forgotten all about it." "There are better ways to occupy your mind." Thom rubbed Madoc's chest. "Rab wants his party. He has two gifts to unwrap." Rab blushed attractively. "In fact, why don't you start with Madoc there. He needs to be taken out of himself as well as out of his clothes. And we dressed specially before dinner." Rab hesitantly got down on his knee in front of Madoc's position. He laid his hands on Madoc's hips and looked up sheepishly. Madoc grinned back at him, letting him know by the look on his face that he understood and all was well. The last time Rab and Madoc were together, Rab was new to everything and very nervous. Now Madoc's body was somewhat familiar - and so similar to his own - but there was Thom watching him. The thought sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Madoc's belt was undone by trembling hands, and his shirttail was freed. Rab stripped him to the waist and eyed his muscular body in the dim lantern light. He leaned in and licked at one dark nipple. Madoc moaned lightly and pressed the warm mound of his crotch against the ostler's body. Rab stroked the knight's side and pushed the waist of his hose down past his hip. Madoc stood up and Rab sat back on his heels. The hose fell down around Madoc's thick thighs. Rab found himself face-to-face with the dewy tip of his friend's cock. He licked his lips and then swallowed the head, tasting the salty juice. Thom stood right behind Rab, with his hands resting on his shoulders. He felt the heat of his back against his legs. The length of his love's cock slid slowly into Rab's mouth until he couldn't take anymore. "Now it's Thom's turn, I'd say," Madoc told him. Thom backed up slightly so Rab could move, and Rab crawled around to face him. Rab wasted no time opening the catch of Thom's trousers and shucking them down to his knees. Thom's impressive manhood plopped forward, curtained by the hem of his shirt. Rab licked it from tip to root, rubbing it across his face. His chin ran into Thom's round balls and Rab licked these as well. Thom was moaning and gasping as Rab rose. He pulled Thom's shirt up and over his head. Rab looked over the slender form of his guest's body. "Nice to see you," Rab said. "And you," Thom replied, grinning, "though we're not seeing much of you so far." The former thief felt up Rab's muscular chest. "I'd say it's your turn now." He undid the simple cord that laced Rab's shirt closed at the throat. They leaned in closer and shared a kiss. Rab felt Madoc reach around his waist to undo his pants, and Thom worked on his shirt. The feel of his two friends' hands on his body made Rab's blood sing. Sex with Melydia was always a beautiful thing. She was tender and loving, just as he was with her. But it was also a playful battle, fitting to Melydia's fiery nature. They wrestled with each other: he would sneak attack with kisses or caresses in unguarded territory; she usually had a trick up her sleeve that he wasn't expecting as well. Madoc and Thom, working together, felt much different. They bared his skin slowly - painfully slowly - Thom breathing heavily against his flat stomach as his shirttail rose, and Madoc's hands firm against his meaty thighs and ass as his pants were skinned down his legs. Each move was so sure, so deliberate, that it felt like some well-timed dance, or ancient ritual that had a deeper meaning lost to time. When Thom pulled Rab's shirt up off his wrists, the rite was over and he was ready. His skin tingled, seeking sensation now that it was open to the air. His manhood stood up against his belly, stout and long, and a trail of juice was forging a new stream down his shaft. Thom's body was lean and trim. His waist seemed so small between his ribs and hips. He stood naked and proudly erect, though he pointed forward at Rab himself. The lithe, athletic body before him was just as beautiful as he remembered Madoc's to be. Rab's gaze met Thom's at long last. "I'm so glad you're here, Thom. I wasn't sure I'd ever get this chance." Thom smiled. "You gave us brand new lives, and all in one night. I owe you a great debt." Thom had no trouble refusing this. "No, Rab," he said, pulling his friend in close. "You don't owe us, or me, a thing. I'm really happy for the way things have worked out but this wasn't my doing." Madoc joined the hug from behind Rab. "We needed Melydia's help to convict Tybalt, and you two built this place on your own - your hard work." Rab blushed again, and only now became aware of the two naked bodies pressed against his own. He shifted, and he felt Madoc's hardness in the cleft of his ass. "As well, my friend, tonight is supposed to be for you," Thom whispered. He leaned up, and Rab's hairy ballsac scratched against Thom's abdomen. With one hand against his rib cage and the other on his neck, Thom kissed Rab. Their lips touched softly, and Rab let a weak little moan escape. Thom licked at those lips, and they parted to let him inside. Madoc was licking and kissing at the giant's neck and shoulder. Rab held Thom tight as the pleasure mounted. The pressure of having his rock-hard dick trapped against the athletic former thief's firm muscle felt wonderful. Thom put his weight back on the heels of his feet and started a slow descent down Rab's body. He wasn't a short man by any means, but Thom was eye-level with Rab's shoulder. He started his oral worship of Rab's body with the hollow between his neck and clavicle. At the same time, Madoc lapped at the cords of muscle above the stablemaster's shoulder blades. Between the two of them, they gave Rab a perfect tongue bath. While Thom was licking a trail down his breastbone, Madoc nuzzled the upper part of his spine. Rab groaned, rather shocked, when Thom latched onto his nipple at last. "Ohhh..." he breathed. "I knew Melydia loved that, but..." "I think people's bodies are all pretty similar," Madoc said, giving his tongue a rest, "except for the obvious parts." Rab hummed his agreement, but his concentration was on the blond before him, licking and chewing on his impressive pec. He clutched Thom's head in his expansive hand, holding him in place. The giant was slack-jawed with pleasure. Before long, the two knights were approaching their friend's waist. Thom got his first close look at Rab's cock. It was in proportion to the man: large and thick. Rab was so turned on that it pointed upwards to poke himself in the abdomen, but even as Thom pried it back towards the horizontal, it was plain that it had a pronounced curve to it, like a bow. Thom pressed his lips to the round, mushroom-shaped head, which was already wet with his nectar. Rab groaned. "What a monster," Thom muttered to himself, and he valiantly tried to push it all into his mouth. Behind Rab, Madoc was brushing his hands against the full globes of the stableman's ass. They flexed when Thom began to suck the cock on the other side of them. The knight blew warm air into the crack, and he parted Rab's cheeks with his fingers. Slowly, his tongue snaked out to taste Rab's skin. Rab gasped when he felt something - he wasn't sure what - behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to see Madoc's handsome face pressed up against his rear. Then he felt Madoc's tongue at his hole. A low, guttural grunt escape from Rab's lips. He felt his knees get weak. He rested his hands on Thom's shoulders and bent forward, his body begging for more. The sensations that Madoc was giving him had Rab bucking his hips up and down, so he was also gently fucking Thom's mouth. The blond ummmmed around Rab's thick, red cock. Rab moaned. "Ohhh, boys, stop... you'll make me shoot...." The knights reluctantly stopped what they were doing and stood once more. Madoc slipped his hands around Rab's waist. The stableman was stroking Thom's chest and trying to catch his breath. Thom leaned in and nuzzled Rab's neck, and Rab wrapped his beefy arms around him in return. "How much grease have we got?" the blond asked. "Almost out," Madoc replied. "Why?" "I want to try it," he murmured. Madoc's fingers brushed the great weight of Rab's manhood. "You want this?" "I want to try it." "Try what?" Rab asked. "Taking it for a ride," Thom told him. "You think you two can keep each other occupied while I got something suitable from the kitchen?" "Aye," Rab purred. So while Thom dressed and quietly crept downstairs, Madoc pulled Rab backwards to the bed. Rab got onto his hands and knees straddling his friend's torso. Madoc leered up at him and grabbed his ass. Rab's eyes flashed and smothering him with a kiss. Rab's searing hot cock tried to burrow its way into Madoc's taut abdomen. A strange kitchen was always a treacherous place for a thief. Every one was laid out differently, with dishes and foodstuffs distributed in cupboards, but with a logic that was only sensical to the one who'd dreamed it all up. Oil or grease could be found just about anywhere. He started low - would you want to lug a full, sloshing container of oil onto a high shelf? - and felt around the bottoms of the compartments. Even the neatest scullery maid could hardly help spilling oil, and that gave wood a distinctive greasy feel. He closed another pair of doors. Something caught Thom's eye. Did he just see something moving out the window? He stood and looked closer. "Who's there?" a female voice asked. The former thief turned and saw a large woman shuffle toward him with a rolling pin. "Randa," he whispered, "it's me, Thom." "Oh," she said, lowering her bludgeon. "What are yeh doing, scarping around at this time o' the night? Old 'abits die 'ard, I guess." He hesitated only a moment. "I'm looking for some grease." "Hey?" "Our room's door hinge squeaks. Bad practice." "Oh." Her brow burrowed briefly, then she shambled over to the larder, kept cold with spell-protected ice, and took out a dish of butter. It seemed to glow in faint moonlight. "This 'ould work." Thom eyed it. "It will?" "Aye. You 'aff to take out the pins in the hinges one at a time..." - she handed the dish to Thom and stuck her index finger out - "roll the pin in a pat o' butter, like corn, - get it good and covered, mind - and stuff it down into the hinge." She pushed her finger into her other fist. "Now on the first try, most of the butter will stay near the top and not go in, so you 'aff to pack it down." Randa demonstrated plunging her finger hard inside her meaty fist and twisting it about, dragging it slowly out, and repeating it again. Did she know? Was she making some sort of vague pass? Even while Thom was still trying to bed women, Randa was not even close to the sort he'd chased. He watched all this, and in spite of it all he was still hard. He looked down at the butter, fully aware of what was on the line. Randa, now leaning against her counter, arms crossed, said, "I won't want back what yeh don't use, o' course." She sniffed. Madoc was sitting up near the headboard, and Rab was lying splayed out, face down. His big hands were holding Madoc's thighs apart. His head bobbed up and down, sucking Thom's partner with relish. Thom himself pulled off his clothes and climbed onto the bed next to Rab. The bed creaked a little, but didn't move much. It did seem quite sturdy. Thom kissed the ostler's spine between his shoulder blades. Rab moaned lightly. Thom prodded Rab's buttock with his hard cock. He stroked the shallow curve at the small of Rab's back. His hand drifted over the mounds of his ass and then between his legs. Rab made an inquisitive grunt but got up more onto his knees. Thom rubbed Rab's sizable balls and up his cock shaft. Rab whimpered around Madoc's manhood and moved to give Thom even more room. Thom took the dish and got a handful of soft butter. He warmed it in his hand, then brought it to Rab's member. Rab's vocal reaction made it clear that he didn't know what he felt, but his hips moved his giant dick through Thom's talented fingers. The butter coated well. This might just work after all. "Roll over, Rab, and we'll give this a try." As Madoc and Rab repositioned themselves, Thom prepared himself, pushing more butter as far into his hole as he could with his fingers. The giant lay on his back, watching Thom. His cock was very hard, and its curve, along with his excitement, had it pressed against his abdomen, leaving a spot of butter there. Thom swung a leg over Rab and leaned down. Madoc still sat behind Rab, his head resting against Madoc's hip. Rab kissed Thom tenderly while Thom poised Rab's cock against his rosebud. He ground down against it, enjoying the feel of that monstrous dick. Thom allowed Rab to keep kissing him while he began concentrating on getting that thing into him. At first, it was tough because it kept moving out of the way. He asked Rab to hold it steady. Thom's eyes closed. Rab watched the expressions flicker across his face as muscles stretched and progress was made. He couldn't imagine how difficult this would be for Thom. He knew he wasn't small - there were some women who had had trouble with his size. And yet, he soon felt his cock slowly get swallowed up in Thom's heat. The feelings were more intense. Thom was tight, and this would be Rab's first time taking a man. He was more aroused than he could remember being since, well, his first time with a woman. He resisted the strong urge to push, horny as he was. It would hurt Thom, he was sure. Thom's breathing was deep and even. The head of Rab's cock was in, and that was usually the really hard part, but Rab's curve was making him sweat. Gradually, and with a little more butter applied in between, Thom got the bulk of it in. He'd never felt so full. The breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding for the last couple of inches came out, and Thom's eyes opened. Rab's hips began to move. Slowly at first, treading carefully, just to see if Thom could be all right. The girth of Rab's cock dragged past that magic spot inside Thom, and he moaned raggedly. "Ohhhhhh... that's the way, Rab, I'm ready for it...." Rab held Thom around the waist and started really fucking him. Thom's tightness gripped Rab's cock in a way he'd never felt before and he wanted to see how far he could go. "Onhh," Thom grunted when Rab sped up. He moved with it, though, bouncing on Rab's thick cock. All this time Madoc had been watching the two of them. He was stroking himself, when Rab turned and licked Madoc's shaft. He tried to get more of it into his mouth, but it was awkward. He sat up enough to let Madoc get his leg out from under Rab's body. This interrupted Thom. Now Madoc had a leg over Rab, straddling his face. Thom watched this and kept on riding Rab's shaft. His eyes never left Madoc's ass, and now he too was thrusting, fucking Rab's face. Thom put a hand on Madoc's shoulder and the other one on his own half-hard cock. It was Rab who shot first. He'd been quite careful not to make noise and disturb other guests in rooms around them, but he yelped when climax hit him, and hit him hard. He gripped Thom's body with his hands and gushed hot seed into Thom's ass. The image of Rab shooting into Thom pushed Madoc over the edge. He pulled out of Rab's mouth until there was only the head inside, and he sprayed Rab's tongue with his cum. Rab swallowed it down like a good boy. That left Thom. Rab was still plunging into him. His face was screwed up in pleasure, and his hand was flying up and down his shaft. But he wasn't there yet. Madoc crawled across the bed and got behind Thom. His still-hard, wet, spent cock was against his asscheek as it moved up and down, and he brought a hand around to stroke his chest. Then Madoc kissed Thom's neck. That did it. Thom panted and grunted, and finally came. He whimpered, "unh, unh," with each volley of seed. In the end Thom shot as far as Rab's face. He sagged back against Madoc. Rab breathed a sigh of relief as Thom stopped rubbing on his ever-more-sensitive cock. "I just laid a man," he marvelled. And from the look of it, Thom had enjoyed himself immensely. "How did you like it?" Madoc asked Rab. "Incredible. I didn't even believe it was possible, but once I was in... Melydia doesn't grab me in quite the same way. And when he shot... I definitely want to do it again." "Trust me, Rab, I wasn't sure it was possible either. It certainly wasn't easy. Help me up, Madoc." Thom got up on his knees and lifted himself off Rab's spike with Madoc's support. Madoc's semi brushed against his ass again. "Oh, no," Thom chuckled. "Not just yet. Ooh. Maybe not for days. Though I do admit, the thought of you and Rab in me together is what set me off." Madoc and Rab looked at each other, the wheels of their minds turning. "Don't get any funny ideas now, boys. I can barely take Rab by himself at the moment." Thom lay down next to Rab and Madoc tucked in behind him. Rab rolled onto his side to face them. Thom stroked Madoc's hip while Rab settled in. "Nervous about the wedding?" "Oh, aye," Rab said. "I've been distracted for weeks now. Wondering if it's all going to go wrong. Is the inn going to succeed. And of course, will the gods shine on us." "You can't tell?" Madoc asked. "I thought that couples could that the gods approved of could tell in advance, sort of." "Every couple thinks they're going to be blessed, I think. How could they not if they're in love. But to find that one person out there that the gods themselves agree you are to be with, to see that glyph in the palm of your hand during the ceremony... I want to believe it's true, but...." "You have doubts about Melydia?" Thom asked, surprised. "None. And I think Mel is convinced we are born for each other, but... I'm a horsehandler. The gods have all of mankind to watch over. Surely I'm not so special as that." "You're special to Melydia. I think that's the part that matters to them." Madoc put his arm around Thom. "Have you ever seen your glyph? Had it read?" "Never," Rab admitted. "I think I know which three of the Eight watch over me." He looked down into his left palm. "I figure the main shape of my glyph is a square." "Garacon the Grower. Because you both watch over animals." "Aye. Beyond that, I don't know. The other two always seem so hidden, that there's no way to guess which parts of your life are due to the gods and which are just you." He looked up. "What about you?" "Palmerin for Madoc, I'd wager," Thom said. "Don't be so sure," the knight told him. "Not everyone in the Guard has Palmerin as his patron." "I've seen you in battle, my love. If the Warrior doesn't look after you, then you are the luckiest man alive." Rab smiled. "And you yourself?" "Braggia has claimed me, I know." "The Patroness of Death?" "That's not all she stands for. The stars are Hers." "But also the shadows, the dead of night, the cold of winter. I hope you are mistaken, my friend. Especially in light of your new position in the Guard." Thom frowned and said nothing. "We should sleep," Madoc said. "There will be more preparations for the wedding in the morning." He pulled the covers up over them while Rab blew out the lamp. In what moonlight there was left in the room, Thom stared into his palm before finally drifting off to sleep between his two lovers. There was some faint sound from beyond the wall behind the headboard. Madoc was dressing. Thom whispered, "What do you--" A woman screamed. Thom was out of bed like a shot. Where were his clothes? Madoc dashed out the door as Thom circled the bed. Right, he'd stripped near the door. He stumbled into each leg of his trousers and his boots. By now Thom could see Rab waking up. There was a man's bellow of pain and a woman's muffled squeal. Past Madoc, Thom could see two men emerge from a door up the hallway towards the stairs. Madoc charged. The near one heard him coming and turned to face him. Steel clashed against steel as the two men faced off. The second man, colourfully dressed, headed down the stairs with a struggling figure over his shoulder. Thom ducked back into the room and grabbed his dagger. "Rab! Wake up! I think they have Melydia!" Rab came awake, but Thom didn't stop to fill in more detail. Madoc was pressing his opponent back down the staircase. Thom dashed forward to Melydia and Rab's room to check on her. A third man passed through their doorway. Both he and Thom were caught by surprise. The kidnapper recovered first. He saw Madoc blocking the stairs, and Thom was covering the other end of the corridor. Thom rushed forward, but the man climbed up onto the rail that looked out over the inn and leapt into space. He grabbed onto the candlewheel and swung there. In the odd way that you notice details in a time of crisis, Thom saw that the man's feet, swinging under his body, were bare. He curled up into a crouch and let go of the swinging rack, flipped in midair and landed perfectly on a table below. Thom didn't remain motionless for long. "We'll see about this," he muttered to himself. He too jumped out to the chandelier as it swung near. The room below was mostly dark, but the former thief aimed for his foe's landing place and dropped. He landed hard on his feet on the table, momentum tucking him into a crouch to minimize the impact. From there he sprang after his quarry. Another figure appeared in the doorway from one of the back rooms. Thom had a hold of the kidnapper's shirt, but he was off-balance. He escaped Thom's grasp, struggled briefly with the newcomer, punched him, and ran through. Thom stumbled after, but gave chase. The man who was hit wasn't moving. He passed him by. By now most of the inn was waking up and he heard feet thundering down the stairs. Thom ran outside through the kitchen after the man he'd been chasing, and was just in time to see him mount one of three horses and ride off. Rab came up behind Thom, screaming his fianc�e's name. "They're clear. They got away," Thom told him. | ||
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