Tag: Quentin

Written by Irritated Penguin

Knighthood, 74

“Can I borrow you for a minute?”

Edwin looked at Owen, thinking about it for a second. Owen clearly wanted to fuck, which was fine, but he had to get back to the shared tent soon. They were going back to the capital tomorrow, so it was time for Edwin, Stuart and Parry to get their asses pounded all night. Which wasn’t that different from any other night except that they’d each be getting it from multiple cocks.

Edwin was looking forward to it, and a little disappointed that Owen wouldn’t be joining. He was half convinced that the other knights weren’t counting Owen just because he intimidated them, and not just because he had a bigger cock than they did. He wondered what it said that the squires had all gotten over that, but the anointed knights had held onto it.. Either way, Owen wasn’t invited to the gangbang, but maybe Edwin could game the system a little. So he nodded, following Owen into his bedroom. “Just a minute? That’s really unlike you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Owen gave Edwin a kiss on the nose. “How are you doing?”

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Knighthood, 71

The ground was cold underneath Edwin, creeping up through the pile of blankets. Erik on top of him was a mercy, warming him as he fucked Edwin. His hands were on either side of Edwin, his breath on Edwin’s neck. He wasn’t pounding Edwin as hard as he had been a while ago, having slowed down to dick Edwin gently, lovingly.

Edwin had his eyes closed, content to just lay there and let Erik do the work, nice and relaxed even with the cold shivering its way up his belly. His own cock was rock hard and leaking onto the blanket, the dirty one that was just for making messes on. The movement of Erik’s hips made Edwin rub against the blanket.

Edwin clutched the blanket, whinging wordlessly, so focused on the feeling of Erik inside him that he didn’t think of anything else, couldn’t think of anything else. Erik felt so good inside him, so strong and hard. He hit Edwin just right, then did it again, and then one more time, and Edwin came onto the blanket with a whimper, toes curling.

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Knighthood, 60

Edwin wished he were guarding the outside of the door rather than the inside. But no, he was in here, and he was going to have to pretend to pay attention and be alert for this whole meeting of Gavin’s. It was going to suck.

Erik was out there, and Edwin would much rather have stood guard with him for however long this took, but Elaine and Owen had both insisted that they only needed one person on each side. Currently only Cal and his people were here with Gavin and Owen, but that was enough people that Edwin was now working.

Not that Gavin needed protecting from all of them, Edwin thought, since Owen was now going over there with a look on his face that suggested that they were all about to get invited to the orgy that Owen had mentioned before.

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Stowaway, 67

“If I get arrested I expect you to break me out of prison,” Alec—who’d changed his name to Sylvester, apparently—said to Pax as they headed for the meeting room. They’d been let into Draughten’s house with no problems this time, even with all their extra guests.

“Why can’t you break yourself out of prison?” Pax asked.

“I can, but consider it a test of your abilities.”

“I’m insulted that you think that’s challenging enough to be a real test for me,” Pax said. “Not that practice is ever a bad thing and of course nothing would ever receive less than my whole attention and effort, but breaking someone out of a prison when they’re already a wizard and also very skilled at breaking out of things is rather weak in terms of challenges. Can there at least be a bunch of orphans with you and the necessity of escaping across a series of slanted rooftops in an ice storm?”

Sylvester patted Pax’s shoulder. “No. But if it helps, I’m wanted for several unsolved crimes in Pelican Bay and if you want I’ll throw something at the prince so instead of a prison, I’ll get myself chained to a cliff face during a thunderstorm.”

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Team, 65

“I swear to me, the world had better not fucking end because of this meeting.”

“I’m pretty sure the world’s supposed to end because of a battle or something,” Mick said as he took his seat. “Not a meeting.”

“A meeting is just another kind of battle,” Cal disagreed. “And besides, I think I’d know a thing or two about the world’s going to end, so if I say it’s going to end because of a meeting…”

“You literally don’t know fuck-all about how the world’s going to end,” Beatrice interrupted. “Stop acting like you know stuff just because you created the universe and everything in it.”

“Not you.” Cal pointed at her. “Definitely didn’t create you, at least not on purpose.”

“When, exactly, will these two be having sex?” Mathilda asked Lillian.

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Dragon, 74

“Do you think I can get Darby to pull another kid out of the snow?” Owen asked, as people came into the meeting room again. He was increasingly worried that this time he was going to have to sit through the meeting.

“How many kids do you plan to adopt?” Gavin asked, tapping his finger on the table as he watched Cal’s people sit. Joey had been convinced to wear clothes, Owen noticed. It wasn’t a great look for him, though it did serve to hide a few things that didn’t need to be in a fancy meeting.

“None, I just would rather do most things than sit through this,” Owen complained. “It’s going to be so boring.”

“It’s going to be about the fate of the known world.”

Owen shrugged. “I can’t stab the fate of the known world, can I?”

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Knighthood, 44

“Funny,” said Mathilda the hot dragon, looking at the sceptre in her hands. “Because I seem to recall it belonging in my hoard.”

Oh, fuck. Edwin didn’t need to hear the rest of this conversation to know that it was all going to end in fighting and bloodshed and dragons. He rested his hand on his sword again.

The Sea King stepped down from his throne. “It was taken from me. After I was killed.”

Now Owen was moving, which was bad. Maybe Gavin would stop him from talking. “You’re awfully energetic for a dead guy,” Owen said, not reading the tension in the room. Or maybe reading it exactly. He was fingering his sword too like the rest of them.

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Stowaway, 51

“We shall engage in battle with the pirates, trusting Sharon and our mages to keep us secure from the Sea King and Hammerhead’s magic,” Elias Aerchon said. “Once the armada has been defeated, we shall storm the castle on foot and bring the Sea King into custody.”

Natalie nodded. “Very well. We’ll stay on the outskirts of the battle; we’re not equipped for fighting like you are.”

“Very good.” The admiral nodded. “Together we will win the day, I suspect.”

“I suspect so as well, admiral.”

That was that. Aerchon had a marine walk Natalie and Pax to the plank, and over to the Coral Witch. As soon as their feet were on the deck and the plank was lifted, Natalie sighed. “Okay. So we won’t be doing that—we need to get to the Sea King during the battle and before Aerchon can.”

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Team, 49

Well, this was bad. Because Cal didn’t need to ask to know that Mathilda wasn’t going to give him the Sceptre, and he didn’t need to ask to know that the Sea King wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Funny.” Mathilda held the Sceptre aloft before Cal could even think about trying to defuse the situation. “Because I seem to recall it belonging in my hoard.”

“It was taken from me after I was killed,” the Sea King explained, coming closer to them.

“You’re awfully energetic for a dead guy.” Owen’s hand was on his sword as he said that, but he hadn’t drawn it yet. Maybe they could still talk their way out of this.

“Death does wonders for one’s vitality,” the Sea King said with a smile. Cal couldn’t help but agree. “I feel four hundred years younger. Hand over the Sceptre and I shall return you all whence you came.”

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Dragon, 58

After the Sea King’s proclamation, Owen looked at Mathilda the sexy dragon lady, who was holding the Sceptre in question. Then he looked back at the Sea King, who was standing there imperiously.

But before he could make a snarky comment, Mathilda stepped forward. “Funny,” she said, holding it up. “Because I seem to recall it belonging in my hoard.”

“It was taken from me,” the Sea King said, stepping down from the dais. “After I was killed.”

“You’re awfully energetic for a dead guy,” Owen said, resisting the urge to draw his dragon sword. The Sea King hadn’t threatened them yet, and he was only one person. They were twenty-one people and a demon bear, so Owen kind of liked their odds if it came to a fight, honestly.