Envy - Chapter 2 -
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junkerinFic title: Envy
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist, lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...
My Betas oldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa
This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 2
It was early morning before sunrise, when Gavin was shaking Sam awake. Silently he led Sam out of the family’s tree room while his sisters still slept. Outside their rooms huddled in the Middle there was a group of five people waiting for them.
“The parents of Jenny and Sol just told me their children have been missing since yesterday afternoon. They went out to find mushrooms.” Gavin told them with a slight smile ´finding mushrooms´ was a phrase for `playing together´.
“Where did they go?” Sam asked he knew both Jenny and Sol. They were all the same age but weren’t really close friends.
“They usually went to the big stones.” Gavin said with a concerned frown. During the last two years several young people from their tribe had simply disappeared. They had vanished without a trace, never to be seen again. With each incident there had always been prints from horses’ hooves and men’s boots at the site of their disappearances.
“Slave traders form Stone Statt?” One of the other hunters suggested.
“I think so,” Gavin concurred, “but we need proof for the Stone People’s laws to help us. We are brothers and sisters, even by their law, but do you remember the first time I went to complain about the taking of our people?”
Sam and some other man sadly shook their heads in response as they recalled that day.
“They told me I couldn’t come into their town and demand that a slave trader give me a slave, just because I claimed they were my people. They demanded that I provide proof that they were our people!” His father shook his own head in disbelief over such a rule.
“What do you want us to do?” Sam frowned.
“As our best hunters I would like you to use your tracking skills to find them. Rescue Jenny and Sol and, if possible, bring the slave traders back here so we can bring them before their own law. Maybe they will confess and we could be able to free the others as well.”
The oldest hunter nodded and said “They will have to travel at a slow space with Jenny and Sol walking behind they won’t be able to move too quickly. It’s more than possible they are still in or close to the forest. Sam, you will go to the road that leads to the Grand farm. Jason, you will go to the road that leads along the Grey Lake.” And so were each of the hunters were sent out.
It took Sam two hours walking, jumping, running and climbing in the trees to reach the area he was suppose to search. He was still up in the trees when he heard horses and saw the slave traders with Jenny and Sol for the first time. He knew that a little bit further down the road there was a perfect spot for his ambush. The road to the Grand farm and Stone Statt wound through a section of old strong trees here and there was a lot of underbrush to provide him cover. He climbed up the tree to wait for the little group. It would have been far easier if his father hadn’t asked them to let the slave traders live, for then he could have simply taken them out one by one with his arrows. But now he had to plan how to free Jenny and Sol and still bring the slave traders to his father.
Sam has been sitting on a branch for some minutes when he finally heard the horses approaching and a short time later the little group came into view. There were three traders on horseback with Jenny and Sol stumbling along behind the last horse. Their hands were bound behind their backs and around their necks they each wore an iron slave collar with a leash attached. The last horseman was holding the leashes.
Sam let the first two horsemen pass by beneath him and then jumped from his branch to land right behind the slave trader on the last horse’s broad back. The man was so startled he didn’t have time to even think about fighting back. Sam’s punch hit him right in the face and knocked him unconscious and out of the saddle.
Dropping to the ground, Sam quickly removed the leashes and helped Jenny and Sol to get rid of the collars and bindings.
“Sol, Jenny… quickly now, run back to the village” Sam whispered urgently. Sol and Jenny turned without hesitation into the thick forest and started to run while Sam went after the two other slave traders. He took the second one out just like the first and was about to approach the last of the three when suddenly a large group of royal guards, displaying the royal banner appeared around the bend in the trail. It took the men only a moment to take in the situation.
“That’s him!” someone shouted. “Catch him! But don’t hurt him.”
Sam suddenly found himself surrounded and greatly outnumbered. He had lost his advantage of surprise and he had a bad feeling that the guards wouldn’t listen to pleadings of some forest boy.
He turned around to run back into the forest, but some guards already had cut off that way of escape. So Sam scrambled up a tree trunk and tried to make his way back into the security of the inner forest. He had almost made it when something wrapped itself around his legs and he fell. Sam tried to catch himself so he wouldn’t break every bone in his body, but his feet were still tangled together and he couldn’t avoid falling the last two meters.
He landed right before the biggest horse he had ever seen. Sam wanted to rise back onto his feet, but the guards were upon him instantly. He fought to get free, with the safety of his home only a few feet away. He still had his arrows and bow in his hand and kept fighting but there were just too many guards. He had knocked out two and three more were wounded in the struggle, but finally one guard managed to sneak up behind him and hit him hard in the back of the head. The last thing Sam saw was the evil smile of the rider on the big black horse and then he lost consciousness.
Dean was mesmerized. The way the young man had fought with his guards was wild and animalistic. When Dean had been a kid his father had taken him once on a cougar hunt. The beast had fought tooth and nail, it had killed two hunters but in the end it was captured and brought to the palace. Dean remembered well its beauty and its strength. Well, this boy would be his, just as that cougar had been so many years before.
“I told you not to hurt him.” King Dean growled at his personal guard, Elo.
“I’m sorry, my king...” Elo explained with a deep bow “but he almost made it back to his jungle and we wouldn’t stand a chance in there.”
He didn’t sound too apologetic but he was just one of a very small handful of friends King Dean still had left so the young ruler let it pass. For a fleeting second King Dean imagined how a full grown warrior of the forest people would look fighting, but it was easily forgotten just like the end of the beast.
“Put him on a horse,” he ordered, “and secure him”.
“What about the slave traders?” Elo dared to ask, if King Dean was in this mood it was dangerous even for him to ask certain questions.
“I don’t see any slave traders. There are only three innocent travelers, who were viciously attacked by this young man and then he attacked the royal banner and The King, as well. His actions will be punished. But we are not savages, I will not do this in this wilderness, his sentencing will be announced before the entire the palace. Tell the travelers they are witnesses and we will borrow one of their horses for our prisoner.”
“Yes, my king,” Elo said.
Dean was proud of himself, ever since he had spied this magnificent creature in the meadow that day, he had wanted him for himself and whatever the king desired the king would get. So it was only natural that Dean was there when they finally caught this forest boy.
“Put the prisoner on a horse. And let’s hurry, I don’t know if he was alone and I don’t want to be here if his friends come back to get him.”
Elo passed along the orders. The unconscious guards and traders were slowly coming back to themselves so they could ride on their own. Elo considered collaring the forest boy with one of the slave collars but he was sure King Dean would be against it, as long as the sentence had not yet been decreed. Elo was sure he already knew exactly what the verdict would be, but for now he just had to make sure his prisoner wouldn’t escape on the way to Stone Statt. He put a blindfold over the boy’s eyes and bound his arms behind his back, and then tossed him over the saddle of one of the traders’ horses.
Sometimes, like now, it was hard to still be Dean’s friend. They had known each other their whole lives. Elo was just two years older than King Dean and they had grown up together. His mother had been a close friend to Dean’s mother and he had never been impressed by Dean’s status. They had the typical kid fights and had broken some windows and taken a lot of cookies from the palace kitchen without asking. Elo had always known one day Dean would be king, but he hadn’t counted on how much it would change his friend.
The guards were all back on their horses and Elo called out to them to move quickly so they would reach Stone Statt before nightfall.
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His head hurt and he felt sick to his stomach from the blow to the head. Sam swallowed down the bile, but the rocking motion didn’t stop and there was nothing to help him determine which direction was up or down. He felt even more nauseated and suddenly he couldn’t hold it back any longer, the smell of the unfamiliar horse, the motion, his head it all became too much and he threw up.
“Looks like he’s waking up,” Sam heard a voice to his right.
“Eeewww…. He’s made a mess of himself” a different voice to his left.
“We’ll stop at Grand’s farm in half an hour; we’ll clean him up there,” the first voice again.
Elo had watched the exchange from the row of riders behind the prisoner, he knew he had knocked the kid in the head pretty hard and sometimes head wounds had serious side effects.
King Dean had gotten bored riding at a slower pace because of the wounded and the forest boy. He had taken off with a small escort and he would be in Stone Statt hours before they arrived. When they reached Grand’s farm they took the opportunity for a needed break for the horses and the guards. The two men who were guarding the prisoner had taken the boy from the horse and were enthusiastically dunking his head in a barrel filled with rainwater. The boy was trying to catch his breath and seemed to be swallowing a lot of water. After several minutes of rough cleaning the boy looked like a drowned cat.
“Why are you doing this?” the boy asked pleadingly. Only Elo seemed surprised that the boy spoke in their tongue.
His guards only laughed cruelly at him. “You are under arrest by the order of King Dean,” Elo said stepping closer.
“What? What am I accused of?” The boy asked again.
“For attacking three citizens of Stone Statt...”
“They were slave traders! They had captured two of my people. We are brothers by your law, you cannot enslave our people.”
His young prisoner was standing with his hands tied behind his back but somehow he looked… unaffected by his burly guards like they weren’t even there and he was …. Truly free.
Elo was surprised by the boy’s adamant words spoken in the tongue of the Stone people, what did this forest boy know about their language or even their laws? Of course he was right, Forest people and Stone people shared the same roots. Therefore they were free and not to be taken as slaves. But so far never had one of them claimed to be free by law for being one of the forest people. And it was a well-known fact that forest people made the best pleasure slaves.
So instead of agreeing, Elo answered, “There is no proof of this. We’ve got three victims from your attack and many witnesses. Gag him. I’m tired of listening to this cowardly attacker of innocent travelers.” Elo had to turn away from the boy’s sheer look of betrayal.
Elo was lying, he would have liked to talk to this young man, he seemed quite knowledgeable but Elo knew this boy’s future was decided for him already and there was nothing he could do to help him avoid it. And for that he hated himself and his friend, King Dean, just a little bit more.
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Dean had arrived in Stone Statt after pushing his stallion to a nearly breakneck gallop, he loved that the guards had had trouble keeping up with him. After he handed his horse back to one of the stable boys he strode swiftly to his private chambers and then to the royal harem where he found Cas, his advisor.
Elo and Cas were the only people Dean would consider his true friends. From an early age Dean had learned that as the future king he could have no really close friends, and putting his trust in somebody was a privilege that only two people had achieved so far… Cas and Elo.
“Dean! Dean!” Cas called out, “Where have you been?” Cas had his this-week’s-favorite-boy naked in his left arm. The young man looked fucked out and he had been kissing Cas’s naked chest but now Cas waved him away. “Off you go, boy. The King and I have business to discuss. Clean yourself, I will see you and Sara later tonight.” With that Cas sent the boy on his way. He rearranged his trousers and looked questioningly at Dean.
“I went with the guards into the forest today and found myself a wild catch.” Dean said as he let his eyes wander. The royal harem was where the palace kept its pleasure slaves for the royal family and high ranking members of the court. The rooms were large, open and spacious with pools and fountains and cushions. The quarters were luxurious but heavily guarded because not all inhabitants of the harem were there by choice. More importantly this wing belonged to the most private part of the palace, in close proximity to the chambers of the king and his family and were therefore protected.
“Oh, Dean, we needed you here today. The envoy from Arroka arrived and it would have been best if you had greeted him. There are certain things I can’t represent you for...” Cas complained.
“I have absolute faith and trust in you. God, Cas, you should have seen the boy fighting. Lucky me, I’m gonna tamefuck him tonight.”
“Dean, listen… we have a royal dinner tonight. You have to attend, if you want to avoid a war with the Girian...”
“Cas… don’t be so melodramatic,” then seeing the look of displeasure on his advisor’s face, the King rolled his eyes. “Fine… I’ll be there!” Dean conceded with an exasperated sigh.
Cas sighed too. Dean had been officially crowned king almost one year ago. Many unscrupulous people had taken one look at the youth and inattentiveness of the new king and decided that now was the time to turn the tables in their favor and suddenly there were slaves everywhere again. News had come that several raids had occurred along the border to Arroka, the attacks had taken place in several of their smaller villages. Dean’s uncle, Gunnar, had ridden quite ceremoniously to the rescue and the ambushes had ceased.
Cas didn’t know or what exactly Gunnar had told Dean, but lately the king appeared to be handing over more power and many more responsibilities to his uncle, while he started enjoying the pleasures that came with being king quite excessively. Cas could only hope that Dean would take on more responsibility and finally become the king Cas knew he could be.
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Chapter 3 http://junkerin.livejournal.com/8510.html
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist, lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...
My Betas oldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa
This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 2
It was early morning before sunrise, when Gavin was shaking Sam awake. Silently he led Sam out of the family’s tree room while his sisters still slept. Outside their rooms huddled in the Middle there was a group of five people waiting for them.
“The parents of Jenny and Sol just told me their children have been missing since yesterday afternoon. They went out to find mushrooms.” Gavin told them with a slight smile ´finding mushrooms´ was a phrase for `playing together´.
“Where did they go?” Sam asked he knew both Jenny and Sol. They were all the same age but weren’t really close friends.
“They usually went to the big stones.” Gavin said with a concerned frown. During the last two years several young people from their tribe had simply disappeared. They had vanished without a trace, never to be seen again. With each incident there had always been prints from horses’ hooves and men’s boots at the site of their disappearances.
“Slave traders form Stone Statt?” One of the other hunters suggested.
“I think so,” Gavin concurred, “but we need proof for the Stone People’s laws to help us. We are brothers and sisters, even by their law, but do you remember the first time I went to complain about the taking of our people?”
Sam and some other man sadly shook their heads in response as they recalled that day.
“They told me I couldn’t come into their town and demand that a slave trader give me a slave, just because I claimed they were my people. They demanded that I provide proof that they were our people!” His father shook his own head in disbelief over such a rule.
“What do you want us to do?” Sam frowned.
“As our best hunters I would like you to use your tracking skills to find them. Rescue Jenny and Sol and, if possible, bring the slave traders back here so we can bring them before their own law. Maybe they will confess and we could be able to free the others as well.”
The oldest hunter nodded and said “They will have to travel at a slow space with Jenny and Sol walking behind they won’t be able to move too quickly. It’s more than possible they are still in or close to the forest. Sam, you will go to the road that leads to the Grand farm. Jason, you will go to the road that leads along the Grey Lake.” And so were each of the hunters were sent out.
It took Sam two hours walking, jumping, running and climbing in the trees to reach the area he was suppose to search. He was still up in the trees when he heard horses and saw the slave traders with Jenny and Sol for the first time. He knew that a little bit further down the road there was a perfect spot for his ambush. The road to the Grand farm and Stone Statt wound through a section of old strong trees here and there was a lot of underbrush to provide him cover. He climbed up the tree to wait for the little group. It would have been far easier if his father hadn’t asked them to let the slave traders live, for then he could have simply taken them out one by one with his arrows. But now he had to plan how to free Jenny and Sol and still bring the slave traders to his father.
Sam has been sitting on a branch for some minutes when he finally heard the horses approaching and a short time later the little group came into view. There were three traders on horseback with Jenny and Sol stumbling along behind the last horse. Their hands were bound behind their backs and around their necks they each wore an iron slave collar with a leash attached. The last horseman was holding the leashes.
Sam let the first two horsemen pass by beneath him and then jumped from his branch to land right behind the slave trader on the last horse’s broad back. The man was so startled he didn’t have time to even think about fighting back. Sam’s punch hit him right in the face and knocked him unconscious and out of the saddle.
Dropping to the ground, Sam quickly removed the leashes and helped Jenny and Sol to get rid of the collars and bindings.
“Sol, Jenny… quickly now, run back to the village” Sam whispered urgently. Sol and Jenny turned without hesitation into the thick forest and started to run while Sam went after the two other slave traders. He took the second one out just like the first and was about to approach the last of the three when suddenly a large group of royal guards, displaying the royal banner appeared around the bend in the trail. It took the men only a moment to take in the situation.
“That’s him!” someone shouted. “Catch him! But don’t hurt him.”
Sam suddenly found himself surrounded and greatly outnumbered. He had lost his advantage of surprise and he had a bad feeling that the guards wouldn’t listen to pleadings of some forest boy.
He turned around to run back into the forest, but some guards already had cut off that way of escape. So Sam scrambled up a tree trunk and tried to make his way back into the security of the inner forest. He had almost made it when something wrapped itself around his legs and he fell. Sam tried to catch himself so he wouldn’t break every bone in his body, but his feet were still tangled together and he couldn’t avoid falling the last two meters.
He landed right before the biggest horse he had ever seen. Sam wanted to rise back onto his feet, but the guards were upon him instantly. He fought to get free, with the safety of his home only a few feet away. He still had his arrows and bow in his hand and kept fighting but there were just too many guards. He had knocked out two and three more were wounded in the struggle, but finally one guard managed to sneak up behind him and hit him hard in the back of the head. The last thing Sam saw was the evil smile of the rider on the big black horse and then he lost consciousness.
Dean was mesmerized. The way the young man had fought with his guards was wild and animalistic. When Dean had been a kid his father had taken him once on a cougar hunt. The beast had fought tooth and nail, it had killed two hunters but in the end it was captured and brought to the palace. Dean remembered well its beauty and its strength. Well, this boy would be his, just as that cougar had been so many years before.
“I told you not to hurt him.” King Dean growled at his personal guard, Elo.
“I’m sorry, my king...” Elo explained with a deep bow “but he almost made it back to his jungle and we wouldn’t stand a chance in there.”
He didn’t sound too apologetic but he was just one of a very small handful of friends King Dean still had left so the young ruler let it pass. For a fleeting second King Dean imagined how a full grown warrior of the forest people would look fighting, but it was easily forgotten just like the end of the beast.
“Put him on a horse,” he ordered, “and secure him”.
“What about the slave traders?” Elo dared to ask, if King Dean was in this mood it was dangerous even for him to ask certain questions.
“I don’t see any slave traders. There are only three innocent travelers, who were viciously attacked by this young man and then he attacked the royal banner and The King, as well. His actions will be punished. But we are not savages, I will not do this in this wilderness, his sentencing will be announced before the entire the palace. Tell the travelers they are witnesses and we will borrow one of their horses for our prisoner.”
“Yes, my king,” Elo said.
Dean was proud of himself, ever since he had spied this magnificent creature in the meadow that day, he had wanted him for himself and whatever the king desired the king would get. So it was only natural that Dean was there when they finally caught this forest boy.
“Put the prisoner on a horse. And let’s hurry, I don’t know if he was alone and I don’t want to be here if his friends come back to get him.”
Elo passed along the orders. The unconscious guards and traders were slowly coming back to themselves so they could ride on their own. Elo considered collaring the forest boy with one of the slave collars but he was sure King Dean would be against it, as long as the sentence had not yet been decreed. Elo was sure he already knew exactly what the verdict would be, but for now he just had to make sure his prisoner wouldn’t escape on the way to Stone Statt. He put a blindfold over the boy’s eyes and bound his arms behind his back, and then tossed him over the saddle of one of the traders’ horses.
Sometimes, like now, it was hard to still be Dean’s friend. They had known each other their whole lives. Elo was just two years older than King Dean and they had grown up together. His mother had been a close friend to Dean’s mother and he had never been impressed by Dean’s status. They had the typical kid fights and had broken some windows and taken a lot of cookies from the palace kitchen without asking. Elo had always known one day Dean would be king, but he hadn’t counted on how much it would change his friend.
The guards were all back on their horses and Elo called out to them to move quickly so they would reach Stone Statt before nightfall.
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His head hurt and he felt sick to his stomach from the blow to the head. Sam swallowed down the bile, but the rocking motion didn’t stop and there was nothing to help him determine which direction was up or down. He felt even more nauseated and suddenly he couldn’t hold it back any longer, the smell of the unfamiliar horse, the motion, his head it all became too much and he threw up.
“Looks like he’s waking up,” Sam heard a voice to his right.
“Eeewww…. He’s made a mess of himself” a different voice to his left.
“We’ll stop at Grand’s farm in half an hour; we’ll clean him up there,” the first voice again.
Elo had watched the exchange from the row of riders behind the prisoner, he knew he had knocked the kid in the head pretty hard and sometimes head wounds had serious side effects.
King Dean had gotten bored riding at a slower pace because of the wounded and the forest boy. He had taken off with a small escort and he would be in Stone Statt hours before they arrived. When they reached Grand’s farm they took the opportunity for a needed break for the horses and the guards. The two men who were guarding the prisoner had taken the boy from the horse and were enthusiastically dunking his head in a barrel filled with rainwater. The boy was trying to catch his breath and seemed to be swallowing a lot of water. After several minutes of rough cleaning the boy looked like a drowned cat.
“Why are you doing this?” the boy asked pleadingly. Only Elo seemed surprised that the boy spoke in their tongue.
His guards only laughed cruelly at him. “You are under arrest by the order of King Dean,” Elo said stepping closer.
“What? What am I accused of?” The boy asked again.
“For attacking three citizens of Stone Statt...”
“They were slave traders! They had captured two of my people. We are brothers by your law, you cannot enslave our people.”
His young prisoner was standing with his hands tied behind his back but somehow he looked… unaffected by his burly guards like they weren’t even there and he was …. Truly free.
Elo was surprised by the boy’s adamant words spoken in the tongue of the Stone people, what did this forest boy know about their language or even their laws? Of course he was right, Forest people and Stone people shared the same roots. Therefore they were free and not to be taken as slaves. But so far never had one of them claimed to be free by law for being one of the forest people. And it was a well-known fact that forest people made the best pleasure slaves.
So instead of agreeing, Elo answered, “There is no proof of this. We’ve got three victims from your attack and many witnesses. Gag him. I’m tired of listening to this cowardly attacker of innocent travelers.” Elo had to turn away from the boy’s sheer look of betrayal.
Elo was lying, he would have liked to talk to this young man, he seemed quite knowledgeable but Elo knew this boy’s future was decided for him already and there was nothing he could do to help him avoid it. And for that he hated himself and his friend, King Dean, just a little bit more.
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Dean had arrived in Stone Statt after pushing his stallion to a nearly breakneck gallop, he loved that the guards had had trouble keeping up with him. After he handed his horse back to one of the stable boys he strode swiftly to his private chambers and then to the royal harem where he found Cas, his advisor.
Elo and Cas were the only people Dean would consider his true friends. From an early age Dean had learned that as the future king he could have no really close friends, and putting his trust in somebody was a privilege that only two people had achieved so far… Cas and Elo.
“Dean! Dean!” Cas called out, “Where have you been?” Cas had his this-week’s-favorite-boy naked in his left arm. The young man looked fucked out and he had been kissing Cas’s naked chest but now Cas waved him away. “Off you go, boy. The King and I have business to discuss. Clean yourself, I will see you and Sara later tonight.” With that Cas sent the boy on his way. He rearranged his trousers and looked questioningly at Dean.
“I went with the guards into the forest today and found myself a wild catch.” Dean said as he let his eyes wander. The royal harem was where the palace kept its pleasure slaves for the royal family and high ranking members of the court. The rooms were large, open and spacious with pools and fountains and cushions. The quarters were luxurious but heavily guarded because not all inhabitants of the harem were there by choice. More importantly this wing belonged to the most private part of the palace, in close proximity to the chambers of the king and his family and were therefore protected.
“Oh, Dean, we needed you here today. The envoy from Arroka arrived and it would have been best if you had greeted him. There are certain things I can’t represent you for...” Cas complained.
“I have absolute faith and trust in you. God, Cas, you should have seen the boy fighting. Lucky me, I’m gonna tamefuck him tonight.”
“Dean, listen… we have a royal dinner tonight. You have to attend, if you want to avoid a war with the Girian...”
“Cas… don’t be so melodramatic,” then seeing the look of displeasure on his advisor’s face, the King rolled his eyes. “Fine… I’ll be there!” Dean conceded with an exasperated sigh.
Cas sighed too. Dean had been officially crowned king almost one year ago. Many unscrupulous people had taken one look at the youth and inattentiveness of the new king and decided that now was the time to turn the tables in their favor and suddenly there were slaves everywhere again. News had come that several raids had occurred along the border to Arroka, the attacks had taken place in several of their smaller villages. Dean’s uncle, Gunnar, had ridden quite ceremoniously to the rescue and the ambushes had ceased.
Cas didn’t know or what exactly Gunnar had told Dean, but lately the king appeared to be handing over more power and many more responsibilities to his uncle, while he started enjoying the pleasures that came with being king quite excessively. Cas could only hope that Dean would take on more responsibility and finally become the king Cas knew he could be.
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Chapter 3 http://junkerin.livejournal.com/8510.html
