Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 20:38:51 +0000 From: Guy Cornelius <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Mages of Cornelia chater 10 Disclaimer: This is a work of gay fiction that will contain scenes of sex between men. If this is offensive to you or is illegal in your area blah blah blah, shouldn't be reading blah blah blah so fuck off, etc etc...otherwise, enjoy. Note: just wanted to say thankyou to my proofreaders, without whom this story would probably be a crock of shit! Lol. Second note: Just wanted to apologise for the error I made with the last chapter when I put my email address in wrong. So, if you did leave feedback and didn't get a reply, please don't hate me, I'm not ignoring you, I just didn't get your message. Right, the story... Jake and Rynor lay in the grass, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. They did not talk at first, choosing to simply lie together. After a while Jake looked up into Rynors eyes. "Why did you come for me?" he asked. "What do you mean?" replied Rynor, rather shocked. "Why did you come for me?" Jake asked again. Rynor bent his neck and pressed his lips up against Jakes. Instantly he felt Jakes tongue pressing against his lips and opened his mouth to greet it, worship it. When they broke for air, he replied "Because I love you. I have loved you since that first day we met, but you were too young. It would have been wrong. For these past years I have yearned for you; the taste of your lips, the scent of your skin as it brushes against mine, the feel of you inside me but I could not have you." "You could have had me the minute I walked through that door Rynor," interrupted Jake, sitting up. "I know that physically you are correct but morally, you are not. You were but sixteen when we met. For a man of my age it would have been wrong." "I'm older now," stated Jake simply. "I know Jake," said Rynor sitting up and lifting Jake off him, "but your age is not the only problem..." The King and Queen, surrounded by their Body Guards ran through the field as fast as they could. The captain of the guard barked an order. "Ryan, Alec, STOP HIM." Two men fell away from the party, drawing their swords. As they ran on, the Queen heard their battle cries and silently prayed for their protection. She knew the reputation of the man they faced and she did not hold much hope for them. The captain looked back over his shoulder as he ran but there he was, closer than before. At another order, five more guards fell back, swords at the ready, but again they were quickly dispatched. The captain was starting to worry. Shortly he would run out of men and if he did not stop the assassin soon, the Royal couple would not make it to the next carriage. He recalled the moment when it all started going wrong. The Royal couple had been travelling from Bristol to London in a series of carriages, the guard on horses surrounding them. Every fifty miles of so, a new carriage and horses was supplied to enable the fastest journey possible. Although the local inhabitants of the planet had no idea they were here, and indeed had greater transportation technology, there were many dangers around. Three miles from the next carriage, they had been attacked by rebel mages, presumable under her control. The captains men managed to kill all the mages, but not before their carriage was immobilised. It was then that the assassin emerged from the woods. He had killed most of the guard with relative ease and the Royal couple quickly took off on foot. They were now no more than half a mile from the next carriage, but they were very tired and they had now only...four guards left. "Jerome," the captain barked, "get them to the carriage, you three, with me." The King knew what his captain was doing and felt his heart swell with sorrow, pride for the man and love for the unwavering loyalty he was about to demonstrate. The captain and the three soldiers stood in a line in front of the assassin. He stopped, seeming no more than irritated by the inconvenience of having to kill them. "Get out of my way and you might just be spared" he stated. "I have no such generous offer for you assassin. You will die." Like lightening the assassin lashed out and two of the soldiers dropped to the floor, their heads no longer where biology demanded they should be. The captain did not flinch, although his heart was deeply hurt by the loss of so many of his men. "Gerard, go, escort the Royal couple, make sure they reach London." "Sir, I cannot leave you here to face him alone" the soldier replied. "Go dammit!" the captain barked. The soldier hesitated for a moment then turned on his heel and ran towards the three figures in the distance. The assassin chuckled, amused by the little display before him, drew a knife from his belt and threw it, enjoying the sound of it plunging into the soldiers back and the strangled scream escaping his lips before he died. The captain was enraged by this disregard of the rules of engagement and lunged at the attacker. The assassin easily blocked the blow and, with the tip of his sword, made a small cut on the captains hip as he was pushed past him. The captain growled and turned to face his opponent. He prepared himself for his next attack but before he could move, the assassin was toe to toe with him. At first, the shock of his lightening movements and his unexpected move masked the pain but when he tried to step away, he could not help but cry out. He looked down to see a sword extending from his stomach and looked up into the assassins eyes shocked. The attacker laughed and quickly withdrew his sword, watching the captain slump to the floor and die where he lay. Satisfied, the assassin turned on his heels and continued his pursuit. ************************************************************************ "What's wrong?" asked Jake, seeing a change in Rynors face. Rynor sighed and moved away from Jake, not far, but far enough that they were no longer touching. He turned to face Jake. "I have done things, awful things, in my life that I wish I had not done, but I have. Many years ago, I was a very different person from the one I am now. I was made to do many things that seemed wrong to me, but the control over me was complete, I had no choice. When I received an order, I completed it without question, without thought. I was the best among my company and for many years that was a great source of pride for me, to the extent that the deeds I was performing were simple chances to demonstrate my greatness. One day, I received orders that would cement my name into the history books forever. I would become famous throughout the lands. The idea of such fame, such adoration, completely eclipsed any conscience I may have had about the task I was to undertake and I did it. I did as I was ordered and I was loved for it." To Jakes great surprises, Rynor broke down into tears and his voice was full of sorrow, self hatred and the purest anger. "Jake, you have to believe me, I was not in control of my actions..." Within a few moments, the assassin caught up with the Royal couple. Using another knife, he dispatched the last guard, leaving the King and Queen unprotected. They stopped, turning to face him. They knew his intentions, he had made them perfectly clear, but they were not about to make it easy for him. The Queen surprised both men but quickly sending an immensely strong blast of fire towards the assassin, but once he recovered from his brief surprise, he merely laughed. "Do you not think she would have anticipated that?" he asked, "Though I have no magical abilities of my own, my Queen has strength far beyond yours and has had the foresight to place a shield around me that even the mages in your arm could not break." Upon hearing this, the King drew his sword and stood in front of his beloved. The assassin responded immediately, drawing his own and moving towards the King. The King managed to hold him off for a while, blocking his blows and thrusting whenever possible, although he never hit his mark. After a few minutes the King was becoming tired and desperate. The assassin was strong and his strength was leaving him faster than usual. He thrust again at the assassin who knocked his sword out of his hand. Laughing, the assassin raised his sword above his head. "Nooooooo" screamed the Queen, diving in front of her husband and the sword came slashing down. It caught her shoulder and cut a deep wound down her back. Her eyes clouded over as the King caught her in his arms. Before he could react, the assassin plunged his sword into the Queens back down to the hilt, and in doing so stabbed the King clean through his chest. They died quickly, falling to the floor in each others arms. Two hundred metres away a coachman and his stable hands watched in horror as the assassin stalked away, not even bothering to withdraw his sword from the corpses. ************************************************************************ "What are you talking about?" asked Jake, getting a little scarred. "Please Jake, please understand. She controls all using her mind. For years I was under her spell, acting out her diabolical plans without a thought, for I had not thoughts, my mind was hers." Rynor was frantic now, tears streaming down his face and he tried to make Jake understand. "That is how she controls her armies, why so many of the Mages of Cornelia are hers now. Under normally circumstances they would have hunted her down and destroyed her, but she is stronger than them. She is able to create a link between herself and any other living creature, and once the link is created you are hers. You become like a zombie. You have no independent thoughts, no feelings, only her commands. She controls thousands of people without the slightest effort because their minds are like her toys. She switches them off and then uses the body to do her bidding." "Rynor, what are you saying?" asked Jake. He too was now distressed, holding Rynors head in his hands. "It was me Jake," he shouted, "I did it." He did not need to explain, Jake knew exactly what he meant. He released Rynors head and backed away from him. How could he? No, he couldn't, it wasn't true, not him! Jakes emotions flared. He was angry, unfathomably angry. Rynor had betrayed him, led him to believe he was his friend, let him believe he loved him. But at the same time he was confused. He was confused because he knew in his heart, he still loved him. He stared at the ground, his eyes darting back and forth between a flower by his leg and Rynors knees. Suddenly he surprised them both by looking directly into Rynors eyes. Rynor saw no malice, no hatred but at the same time, Jakes eyes, those beautiful, deep eyes, had lost their sparkle. They no longer contained the love he had long since craved. "How could you? How could you talk to me for all these years about the cold hearted killing of my parents when you knew full well who did it, when YOU did it?" "Jake, please, you have to understand, I was a different person then. I wasn't even called Rynor." Jake looked a little shocked but did not say anything so Rynor continued. "My name was Ravnar. I was one of Angeliques highest officers. She had a strong hold over me because I was weak minded, her magic held me easily. I did anything she said. Not only was I one of her Officers, I was her best assassin." Rynor got a far away look on his face but Jake waited for him to continue. "After many years of service in her army, I had become very attached to one of the lower ranking officers. In a relatively short space of time we became lovers. I loved him with all my heart and would have laid down my life for him. Basically, he was my world, just as you are now. Anyway, he was wrongly accused of a petty crime he didn't commit." Rynor was crying now, the tears streaming down his cheeks. Jakes heart was torn. Part of him wanted, yearned, to hold Rynor and make feel better while another part of him wanted to use his magic to hurt him as he had been hurt by him. Instead, he sat, stoically starring at him, waiting. After a few minutes Rynor regained some composure and was able to continue. "She had him killed. He died because of something he didn't do. Something inside me changed that day. Not enough to start disobeying her, but the trickle of doubt had started. Later she explained to me, being one of her Officers and due to her complete ignorance of our relationship, that she knew he hadn't done it, but she was bored and besides `the army needed to know she was still in charge' as if her magic wasn't enough." Rynor was hissing through his teeth, exuding the purest hatred Jake had ever seen from anyone, let alone the normally level headed Rynor. "That's when I finally snapped free from her control. My pure hatred for her destroyed her magical hold on me, but I did not let her see it. Instead, I feigned loyalty for a little while longer and then Dominic found me. He rescued me from her, as he had done with many others you will shortly meet. He taught me new skills, taught me the truth of our history that her evil sorcery had erased from my memory. But most importantly of all, he advised me to change my name. The decision took no more than a few seconds. How could I not choose Rynor, thus forever fighting her in the name of my murdered love?" Rynors tears had long since been stopped. He did not look at Jake, but instead looked at the ground, evidently mourning his love. Jake stood up and started to walk away. It was not the purposeful walk of one who intends to leave, but instead the mindless amble of one deep in thought. He walked around the clearing until he came across a tree with a stump below it. He sat in the shade from the afternoon sun, listening to the birdsong, watching the sway of the trees in the light breeze. He looked in Rynors direction but could only see his back. He sat completely still, shaking every now and then, obviously crying again. A couple of hours later Jake stood up and walked back to Rynor who had not moved. It was early evening now, but was still quite warm, although both were sporting a pair of bullets where their nipples should have been as both were still naked. Jake sat down in front of Rynor, cupping his face in his hands. "Do you swear to me that what you just told me was true? Consider you answer carefully because I have no doubt I can find out if you are lying to me, whether it be by magic, or just asking the right people the right questions." "I swear to you on the freedom of this country, the soul of my lost love, and my love for you, what I said was true. I would never knowingly do anything to hurt you and you can never comprehend how much it kills me inside to know I am the source of such a great pain to you. If I could go back and change things I would, even if it meant taking my life instead of theirs." His eyes filled with tears again, eventually spilling a single tear down his cheek. "You really should learn to control your tears" Jake said as he wiped the tear away with his thumb and smiled. Rynor returned the smile ten-fold and his heart soared as Jake took his hand, raised him to his feet, and led him away through the trees. After a short walk, Jake and Rynor come across another, much smaller clearing. The beauty of it stopped them both in their tracks. There was a small stream running through one side, with numerous flowers and species of trees. There was also a wooden gazebo style structure and the centre of the clearing. It had a beautiful rose plant winding up one side of it, the flowers, a deep shade if red, in full bloom. The roof was covered in and intertwining ivy plant, so that although the structure itself had not roof, the ivy gave a sort of shelter. The real beauty of the scene however, was created by a swarm of fireflies weaving in and out of the gazebo, pulsing as though one giant organism. As Jake and Rynor approached, almost as though in a trance, the flies parted like a curtain, allowing the two men to enter the gazebo and lie down in the lush, green grass that was the floor. As they lay down, the flies flew to the edges of the structure and moved in such a way that it looked as though they really were forming curtains around the open panels of the gazebo. Rynor rejoiced in the fact that Jake now knew, and that they were still together. He thought back over the time they had spent together, remembering the stolen kisses, or occasional times when Jake's hands had strayed underneath his tunic. Surrounded by such beauty, and feeling Jakes body heat as he lay next to him, he quickly got a rock hard erection, then smiled as he no longer had to hide it in front to Jake. Jake saw the smile on Rynors face and followed his eyes down. He too smiled when he saw the source of Rynors merriment. "You appear to be in a spot of bother." Rynor laughed and replied: "Yes, I don't know what I am going to do, it is ever so embarrassing but there are few ways to alleviate a problem of this nature." Jake got a huge grin on his face and rolled over. He lay on top of Rynor, his left leg in between his, his right leg cocked over Rynor's left so that his dick was rubbing against his thigh. He stared into Rynor's eyes and lowered his head down so their lips met. At first they merely brushed together but then Rynor opened his mouth to accept Jakes tongue. Jake willingly obliged and pushed his tongue into Rynor's mouth, wrapping his tongue with his own. He sucked on Rynor's tongue for a second but then Rynor thrust his tongue out, forcing both his and Jakes back into Jakes mouth. They duelled for control, probing passionately. Both men were growing rapidly until both their cocks were at full mast, throbbing and twitching to their heartbeats. Jake, feeling the change in Rynors member, pulled away, looking down at him, again smiling. The look of desire, love and complete trust in Rynors eyes told Jake all he needed to know. He scooted up Rynors body until he was sitting on his ripped, heaving stomach, his legs straddling Rynors hips. He sat for a minute, enjoying the feeling of Rynors ripped stomach rubbing against his big, low-hanging balls as he breathed, sending electric thrills right up into the head of his cock, eliciting a few drops of precum to leak out of his slit. Remembering the man beneath him, he bought his hands down onto Rynors body, just below his pecs. Rynor moaned at the touch, exciting Jake who enjoyed knowing he was giving the hunk of a man such pleasure. Jake took a pec in each hand, massaging them but making sure not to touch his nipples. Rynor closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head, revelling in the feeling or Jakes beautiful hands massaging and stroking his tits. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he gasped. Jake had leant down and was licking around his left nipple in little circular movements. "Oh yeah Jake, that feels so good" he moaned. Jake, encouraged by this, pressed his mouth down right on to his nipple and started sucking as a baby would its mother. Rynor groaned even louder and put his hands on the back of Jakes head, pushing him harder into his chest. Jake continued sucking and licking on Rynors nipple and then transferred his attention to the other. By now, Rynor was rubbing his hands up and down Jakes muscular back, caressing him all over. Jake moved slightly further up Rynors body, his cock resting in the furrow between Rynors chiselled six-pack. He lay back down and kissed Rynor deeply, their nipples rubbing together, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Rynor continued rubbing Jakes back but slowly his hands moved lower. He took one of Jakes butt cheeks in each hand and started kneading them, drawing a moan of pleasure from him. Slowly, Rynor moved his hand towards the crack of Jakes ass, letting his fingers trace up and down between his mounds of flesh. Tentatively, he let the tip of his index finger brush over Jakes tight hole, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Jake broke the kiss and groaned loudly at the feelings Rynor was stimulating in his ass. Pleased by this, Rynor did it again, but this time he pushed down a little bit, creating some pressure on the hole. Jake groaned again, his cock twitching violently, trapped between them. "Did you like that Jake?" asked Rynor. "Oh yes, do it again, please, do it again." "I will do better than that for you my sexy mage. Would you like that?" All Jake could do was nod his head. "Ok, turn around for me." Jake turned around so that his ass was above Rynors face, with Rynors cock right in front of his eyes. Jake starred at the gorgeous cock in front of his face and dearly wished to lick it, but he didn't know Rynor was planning, so held back. Rynor admired the sexy lobes Jake had presented him. He drank in the sight before him. He loved the way his ass muscles moved and shifted around as he waited, and the sexy dimples they left at the sides. He loved the way he could see the sparse hair covering his balls as it went back, under his hips and thinned out as it disappeared up into his crack. As he spread Jakes cheeks, he delighted in seeing that Jake was naturally quite smooth around his hole, and the way his hole twitched every so often. Smiling, he bought his face up to Jakes sexy ass and traced his tongue right up his crack. Jake yelped in shock and pleasure trying to push his ass further onto Rynors tongue. Rynor happily accepted this and traced his tongue around the outside of Jakes hole, teasing him mercilessly, all the while being awarded with moans of pleasure from Jake. After a few minutes of pleasurable torture, Rynor finally started probing the hole with his tongue, pressing it in and swirling it around. Jake could take it no longer; he quickly engulfed half of Rynor cock and lathered it up and down with his tongue. He withdrew and pulled the skin back away from Rynors sensitive head before swirling his tongue around it and licking at the sensitive underside. Rynor moaned into Jakes ass sending vibrations right up into his prostate. This was enough to put Jakes sex drive into over time. He forced Jakes cock all the way down his throat so that his nose we buried into Rynors bush. He massaged it with his throat muscles while licking all over it with his tongue. Once he was satisfied, he lifted up off Rynors face and cock and turned around. He once again straddled Rynors hips and looked down into his eyes. Rynor nodded slowly and Jake smiled a broad smile. He scooted back until he felt Rynors dick poke him in the back. He grasped it on one hand, giving it a quick squeeze. He lifted himself up and pointed Rynors cock directly at his hole. He sat down slowly, and after a little pushing, felt Rynors head pass his ring of muscle. He grimaced in pain, but did not withdraw, for this was his first time and he wanted it so bad. After a few moments he sat down a little more and, within a couple of minutes he felt his balls rub against Rynors bush. He sighed contentedly and slowly started to lift himself back up. When he felt Rynors head press against his ring, he stopped and began his descent again. Within five minutes he was bobbing up and down on Rynors throbbing shaft at quite a speed and both were moaning and groaning to the feelings it was creating. At this point, where the two had got into a mutually beneficial rhythm, the flies swarmed around them. They fluttered around the two men, teasing their skin with the beat of their wings, playing across their nipples with their tiny, gentle feet. They were all over the men fluttering and tickling so that, to the causal observer, it would seem as though two glowing deities were locked in carnal pleasure. Rynor took control. He pulled Jake off him and pushed him over on to his back, grabbed his ankles and lifted them into the air. No sooner was Jakes hole exposed than Rynor had plunged his whole, precum leaking shaft back into Jakes ass and started pounding into him at break neck speed. Jake thrashed around underneath him, loving the new sensations this position created and could not resist grabbing his on steel-hard cock and fisting himself to the rhythm of Rynors fucking. It was not long before the combined effects of his masturbation and the feeling of Rynors balls slapping against his ass while his huge pole pounded in and out of his ass caused Jake to orgasm. Rynor recognised the warning signs a coaxed Jakes orgasm out of him. "That's it Jake, cum for me. Show me what it looks like to have your cum sprayed all up your body. That's it baby, spray that cum out over us both." That was all it took. Jake shot string after string of cum all over the place. The first two shot out with such force that they hit Rynor in the face, the third, his chest, the rest hit his own chest and chin. In the process of his orgasm, his ass muscles clamped down on Rynors cock, pushing him over the edge. He sprayed his cum right up into Jake, emptying his balls with a satisfied bellow. "Oh yeah Jake!!! You feel sooooo gooooooood!!!" he screamed, pounding into Jake one last time. He finished emptying his balls and collapsed down into Jakes arms, his now soft cock popping out of his chute. He reached his hand down and scooped up some of the cum that was dribbling out of Jakes ass and brought his fingers to his mouth. He slowly licked his fingers clean, moaning his approval the whole time. Jake and Rynor lay in the grass, enjoying the after glow of their sex. Jake was in heaven, how could he ever leave this gorgeous man. He decided he never would, should Rynor wish to keep him of course. Suddenly a thought struck him. "Rynor, what's happening to me?" 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