Tag: Twig

Written by Irritated Penguin

Slavery, 110

Daniel’s stomach hurt a little from all the juice he’d drank at breakfast, but it would pass if he just went pee somewhere and had some exercise. He was on his way to the academy, wondering if he should go in through the gates this time or climb over the wall again. They’d probably let him in if he just said he was Isaac’s friend.

He felt like he should think it was weird to just be Isaac’s friend, but it wasn’t, so fuck that. Isaac was nice in a way that nobody Daniel knew was. A little bit like Ozzy but different, somehow. And since they’d be leaving soon, Isaac wanted to see him one more time to say goodbye, and maybe thank you for helping him the other day when he’d been acting like a fucking dumbass.

“Hey, you,” said Ozzy, appearing out of nowhere to walk alongside Daniel just as the academy came into view. “Where you going? We never see each other now that you’re not legally bound to hang out with me. But I’ll remind you you’re still morally bound by the bonds of friendship. Let’s hang out.”

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Dragon, 121

“I don’t, uh, want to be an insensitive jerk,” Twig said, sounding a bit nervous. He was glancing at the privy door, where Gavin had just gone.

Owen nodded, patting his shoulder. “Okay. What is it?”

“Um.” Twig was blushing, and took a deep breath. “What’s going to, like, happen? Like, Sir Gabrielle is going to be the queen now, right?”

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Dragon, 117

“How could this have happened?”

“I don’t know,” Owen said. He sighed, hands in his pockets. “Nobody saw anything.”

“Because magic happened?” Gavin asked, scowling at the dungeon door. “Or because nobody was watching?”

“I mean literally nobody was watching,” Twig said, crouched in a corner. He’d been poking all the stones to find a secret entrance and hadn’t located one even though he’d insisted that all dungeons had one. “We were all at the wedding, including most of the palace guard.”

“There was somebody guarding the dungeon, he claims he didn’t notice anything amiss,” Gavin said. He rubbed his arms now. “Fuck.”

Owen touched Gavin’s shoulder. “We’ll find him.” This was Drew’s cell they were standing in. It had been found empty the night of the wedding.

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Slavery, 102

“Cannot believe you made me go to the wedding,” Daniel grumbled, as he and Theodore filed into the First Church of the Blessed.

“Now, Daniel,” said Theodore, patting Daniel’s shoulder. “There is no need to be frustrated. The guards were only doing their jobs. They were trained to be thorough.”

“I’m not mad about the guards,” Daniel insisted. There had been people patting everyone down before they could come into the church.

Theodore made a vague noise, which made Daniel scowl. “Shut up.”

“I said nothing.”

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Chosen One, 114

Landon Archerloft was a noble boy who was a little younger than Isaac, and he was friendly and he knew how to use his dick on a boy, which may or may not have been because of his twin brother Bradley, whom he’d been swordfighting with when Isaac had come into the privy fifteen minutes ago.

Bradley was currently beside them fucking Nicholas’s ass while Landon fucked Isaac, so even though Isaac could have had both twins inside him, he was glad he hadn’t come to the privy alone. There was still plenty of time before the royal wedding started and there was no reason for anyone to have a boner during it when none of them would be allowed to get up and do anything about it.

Isaac had barely fucked anyone today, so it was hardly a surprise when he came a little early. Well, it wasn’t a surprise to him, anyway. Landon made a bit of a surprised sound and started fucking Isaac a little harder. Beside them, Bradley picked up speed inside Nicholas to match him. It was cute that they were so synchronized.

They held hands as they started to cum, which was also cute. The twins came a good amount and then pulled out, Bradley noticing that Nicholas hadn’t shot and reaching around. He came after one stroke.

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Dragon, 116

“I’m just going to go pee before we have to head back,” Owen said, patting Gavin’s knee.

Gavin gave him a look, but a short one. “Don’t take forever. And bring Grey Rain back with you, I think he got distracted.”

“I don’t think he got distracted,” said Owen, rolling his eyes. “I’m pretty sure he went to the privy hoping someone would have sex with him there. I’ll bring him back. And Greg too.” It was unlike Greg to have gone missing, but he was gone too and had been for a while now.

“There’s some time before we have to go see Gabrielle, but don’t dawdle,” Gavin ordered.

Owen kissed his hand. “I’m not going to be late and ruin the wedding, don’t worry.”

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Dragon, 112

“Hear me out on this,” Twig suggested, tugging at his collar.

“You have two minutes,” Owen told him.

“I think we should be allowed to go to church wearing whatever we want, instead of wearing fancy rich-people clothes.”

Owen thought about that. “Yeah, me too.”

“Great,” said Twig, grinning. “So next week we can just come in normal clothes!”

“Nah.”