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“Hey, you know what stupid shit Ty told me?” Robby asked, fiddling with a button on his coat with his free hand. His other hand was in Edwin’s as they walked down the road.

“What?” Edwin asked, thinking about Ty, who’d left the city a few hours ago on a mission to fight goblins somewhere. Edwin had meant to go see him off, but they’d left while he’d still been on duty.

“He said that on your first day in the training school they strip you naked and make you fight the best guy there. Isn’t that stupid?” Robby laughed.

“That’s really stupid,” Edwin agreed. “They let me keep my smallclothes on.”

Coming Home

Twig was washing his hair after practice when a basketball hit him in the head.

“Ow,” he said, playing up his stagger a little so that whoever had thrown as basketball at him in the freaking shower would feel super bad and offer him conciliatory blowjobs or something. He could get blowjobs in the team shower easily enough, but conciliatory blowjobs were the third best kind of blowjob to receive after congratulatory blowjobs and sleepy hung over blowjobs at six in the morning.

“Sorry man,” said Archie, coming over and picking the ball up.

“Oh, it’s fine, just a mild concussion, happens all the time,” Twig said with a grin that communicated very clearly that this was a problem that could be cured with a direct injection of his dick into Archie’s mouth. “Can I ask why there’s a basketball in the showers? There are more than enough balls in here already and we struggle enough with the basketball/actual ball distinction as it is.”

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“Listen, I get that you’re excited,” said Sir Stan, not far off from Edwin. “But this is the palace. You can’t go making an ass of yourself.”

“Right,” said Twig, nodding in a way that reminded Edwin of someone. “I promise not to make an ass of myself, sir.”

“Right. Which means that you will…”

Hearing Stan’s pause, Twig appeared to cast around for an answer. “Hunt for murderers discreetly, and with dignity.”

“No,” Stan said with a sigh. “You will hunt for murderers not at all, Twig.”

“But if I do that…” Twig said, looking at his fingers, “then the murderers will stay hidden and they’ll be able to murder someone.”

“There are no murderers.” Stan was clearly trying to sound patient. It was working about as well as Edwin’s attempts not to laugh. “Repeat after me. There are no murderers.”

“There are no murderers,” Twig repeated.

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Percy didn’t let his orgasm stop him from fucking Edwin for all he was worth. Which was, in his estimation, a considerable amount. Edwin was an outstanding knight by all accounts—his early promotion was proof of that—which was almost a shame, because if he’d gone into a different profession, he could be Three Hill’s highest-paid whore with this ass.

On the other hand, since he was dedicated to protecting the people of Dolovai rather than serving them, that meant Percy got to fuck him for free, which worked out perfectly for him. And based on the noises he was making, it was working pretty well for Edwin, too.

He had Edwin up against the wall in his room, bent forward just enough that his ass was stuck out for easier fucking. Edwin had had cum leaking out of him when Erik had brought him here, and Erik had said this was what they were doing today, going around on Edwin’s last full day as a squire and making sure anyone who was interested knew he was available.

And Percy sure was interested. Edwin was responsive and noisy and clearly wanted this just as much if not more than all of them. He was tied at the wrists by a length of cord that couldn’t possibly be keeping him in place, and when Erik had brought him, he’d followed meekly into the room, stood where he was bid and said nothing but ‘yes, sir,’ when asked if he wanted proper knight cock up his ass.

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“Oh man,” said Archie, sinking into the bathtub gratefully. “I forgot how evil Sir Owen is, damn.”

“He didn’t seem so bad,” said Twig, sitting with just his feet dangling in the water. Out of his clothes, he had a kind of small dick that was nestled partly inside a vagina, and some badass scars on his chest. He’d told them that they’d better stare because if he caught them acting like he couldn’t be made fun of with everyone else, he’d bite their balls off one at a time. So Edwin had made a joke about him not being able to decide what he wanted and moved on.

“That’s because he’s going easy on you because you’re new,” Archie muttered. “He never lets us get away with anything.”

“Or you just suck,” Edwin commented as he got in the bath between Archie and Ty. “He’s not that bad.” And Archie’s form still needed a lot of work, that was clear even to Edwin.

“Yeah, you just think that because you’re fucking him,” Leo muttered, sitting across from them.

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Edwin’s ass hurt, but what else was new?

He was also a bit tired on account of having stayed up until almost dawn getting fucked over and over, and by two cocks at once in all combinations of Erik, David and Quentin, as well as by Stuart and Parry at the end of the night, just for fun. But it wasn’t really a big deal, since nothing major was happening today. They were all just standing around behind the inn, waiting for Gavin and Owen to stop fucking in the stable or whatever they were doing that was taking so long. Once they came, everyone could go to the capital and that would be the end of the mission, and Edwin and Erik could go to bed in the fortress and sleep until tomorrow.

Well, after being debriefed by Sir Devin or someone, but that wasn’t a big deal because Edwin probably wouldn’t have to talk. As long as nobody mentioned anything about the demons. Or the sea serpent. Or the sex he was having with the prince.

Or Rudy.