The following is a swords and sorcery fantasy, with elements of magic, adventure, monsters, and lots of crazy sex. Please don’t take it too seriously, as its sensibilities are firmly tongue-in-cheek. My apologies to Howard, Tolkien, and Gygax.
All characters, locations, organizations, events, spells, unicorns, and fairies portrayed in this work are either products if the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, copyright 2021 by D. S. M. All persons involved are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter One: Into the Wild
Kasper Dunn lay awake in his bed, trying unsuccessfully to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an eventful day and he knew he should rest, but his mind was racing. He was mentally preparing his backpack, running through check lists of items he would need for his great journey. Had he remembered to pack healing herbs in case he got injured? Divination crystals in case he got lost? An extra pairs of socks? He had to make sure he had everything he would need. Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow he would become a man.
Well, maybe not tomorrow, specifically. But Kasper would be leaving his home in Port Toshiri to go on a pilgrimage to the monastery of Gai Sudor. There he would be anointed by the priests with the holy oil of Tarvo, a rite experienced by all young men in the land. When he returned to the little city on the Gulf of Ziag he would be a man in the eyes of the kingdom.
This was more than just a rite of passage. As a man, Kasper could finally begin his training to take his place at his father’s side, a full partner in their shipping business. Kasper loved his father very much and he yearned for the day he could be truly useful to his endeavors. He would ‘prentice with one of his father’s captains, sail the seas of the wild Aerth, and have adventures! He would bring back spices and gold from faraway lands! Most importantly, he would be able to do more for his father than be an errand boy.
But before any of that could happen, Kasper would have to fall asleep. His mind drifted away from his preparations to the leagues of wilderness between Port Toshiri and the monastery. It would be a long journey, but not particularly dangerous. Most pilgrims took the Dothan road to the east, then north along the eastern coast to the monastery. It was a well known and well-traveled road. There were always the possibility of getting lost, or falling down, or running into bandits, but those chances were slim. Kasper had training with a sword, and knew some basic magics so he wasn’t too worried. There was even a part of him that hoped he might run into a monster or two!
When Bollar Rast, one of the captains in his father’s fleet, heard Kaspar was preparing for his pilgrimage, he called the youth to the cabin of his ship, The Griffin. The captain was quite fond of Kasper, and wanted to give him a gift before he left port. Rast was a great bear of a man, tall, broad of chest and thick of arm. He had fiery red hair and a braided beard that Kasper envied. When Kasper arrived, the large man took him in his arms and gave him a bug hug.
“Kasper m’boy!”
“Hello Captain.”
“I heard you were leaving on your pilgrimage next month. Alas, I’ll be across the waters, but I wanted to give you this.
He handed the youth a book.
“What’s this Sir?”
“That is a copy of ‘Wyn and Dward’s Bestiary’. Study it well! It just might save your life when you are out in the wilderness!”
Kasper thanked him for the generous gift before taking his leave. And he took the handsome captains advice to heart. ‘The Bestiary’ was written by world famous dwarven biologists. The book detailed the various creatures one might encounter in the wild world. From imps to dragons, to things without name, Kaspar was enthralled by the strange monsters. He read the book from cover to cover many times over the following month. While he knew he would likely run into nothing more dangerous than the occasional band of thieving pixies on his pilgrimage, he still felt it was best to be prepared.
After hours of restlessness, Kasper’s eyes finally closed and he drifted off into a fitful to sleep. Thoughts of monsters and checklists filled his dreams.
Kasper was up well before dawn. Too excited to be tired, he ran from his small bedroom downstairs to the kitchen where he found his father and grandmother waiting. He father was checking his pack and his grandmother was busy at the stove.
The older man opened his arms wide in greeting. “There he is!” he boomed. Werner Dunn never said anything when he had the opportunity to bellow. “The day of his pilgrimage! Let me look at you boy!” He grabbed Kasper in a rough bear-hug.
Kasper was a good looking youth. Tall for his age, slender but well defined by his training and his work. He had blonde hair that hung to the nape of his neck, a length that his grandmother said was entirely too long to be respectable. His eyes were the blue of the sea, and had caught the attention of many of the ladies of the city, and quite a few of the almanbahis men.
For his part, Kasper felt he was too skinny, too youthful looking, and entirely too clumsy. He spent his days around the port and enjoyed the rough and tumble sailors as they brought their ships into the docks. He marveled at their agility as they flew across the rigging, and admired the way their muscles would bulge and move as they worked. He hoped that he could be like them one day. Kasper’s father had been slender in his youth too. Years of working as a sailor, then a ship captain, had shaped Werner into a big barrel of a man. Kasper had hoped he would follow his father’s example and would fill out as he got older.
“Dad, you’re squeezing me too tight!”
His father laughed and let him go. “Sorry, son. It wouldn’t do to send you out into the world with a cracked rib!”
Kasper sat down at the table. His grandmother brought over a bowl of steaming porridge. “My little boy. I can’t believe you are old enough to make the pilgrimage. It seems like I was just changing your little nappies.”
Kasper blushed. “Grandma-“
“Now you eat every bite of this. It will give you strength.” The older woman sighed. “I never understood this pilgrimage foolishness. Dangerous and stupid if you ask me.”
“Oh now, mother. All boys make the pilgrimage. It’s perfectly safe. This isn’t exactly the Northlands, you know.”
“You don’t see us women folk trekking halfway across the kingdom!”
Kasper smiled at the now familiar argument.
“That’s because it’s a guy thing, mother.”
“It’s because us women have more sense.”
Kasper heard his father “Harrumph” as he gulped down the last of his porridge. “I better get going.”
“That’s my boy. I’ll walk with you!”
After a hug and a few tears from his grandmother, Kasper walked out the door, his pack on his back. It was the last time he would leave his house as a boy. When he returned, he would be a man.
The father and son walked and talked until they reached the great gate in the outer wall. Kasper looked to the road that led out of the city. He could almost feel the wild world calling out to him. His father put his hand on Kasper’s shoulder. “Before you go, son, I have something for you.” He reached down, and unbuckled his sword from his belt. “I want you to take this with you.”
Kasper was surprised. It was his father’s best sword. “Really?”
“Yes, but you better bring it back in one piece.”
Kasper gave his father a hug. “Thank you!”
“Now, let me give you a little advice. I know you yearn for a bit of adventure. Skip the Dothan road. Head north along the coast for two days before cutting inland at the Vass River. Follow the river to the north east. It’s easy county and will save you at least a few days journey.”
“Thank you! I will.”
Kasper walked beyond the city wall, just at the sun’s first rays were bathing the countryside in a golden glow.
“Enjoy your pilgrimage, son. May the Gods keep you safe. And be careful!”
“I will! See you soon!”
With that, Kasper turned and walked away from Port Toshiri and into the wild world.
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Many hours later, Kasper found himself attempting to start a campfire but having little success. A traveling pyromancer had once taught him a quick-fire spell but Kasper had never been able to get it to work right. He made a gesture, said a couple of magic words…and nothing. Finally he gave up and struck a piece of flint into the tinder.
Kasper sat back as the fire took hold. The sun had set and he had made camp in the woods near the coast. He was pleased with the first day of his pilgrimage. The night was cool but not cold and the fire was warm. He couldn’t help but smile as he took a drink from one of his water skins. He had made good day’s progress. Things were going well.
The warm fire was quickly lulling him to sleep. The excitement and exertion of the last few days had caught up with him, and he was ready to crash. The boy had just settled into his bedroll when he heard a dry snap of a branch come echoing out of the surrounding woods. He was up in a flash, eyes, wide and searching all around. He strained to hear more, to see if he could hear the direction of the sounds, but heard nothing.
As his breathing returned to normal, he threw another log onto his camp fire and stoked the flames with a stick. Kasper lay back down, but sleep didn’t come immediately. He was listening to the darkness now. He heard the wind in the trees, the rustling of the leaves. He heard crickets singing, and frogs croaking. There must be a lake nearby, he thought, as his eyes blinked shut. I’ll need fresh water tomorrow…
He was quite soundly asleep when something landed with a thud on top of him. He flailed around wildly as he tried to fight it off, but his arms and legs were grabbed at by powerful claws. He tried to roll away but it was no use. The claws kept pulling him back. Jasper remembered his father’s sword. He looked around almanbahis giriş frantically before realizing he had left the weapon next to his pack, several arm lengths away. He was unarmed!
Three creatures had emerged from the darkness and were now holding him fast. In the dim light from his fire, Kasper could see that thy were pale green and naked except for crude leather loincloths wrapped around their waists. Their arms and legs slightly longer than Kasper’s own. They had long pointed ears set back from their flat faces. Their mouths were wide, and filled with sharp teeth and long tongues. Kasper’s eyes widened as he recognized the creatures. They were grimlyns!
Kasper had heard many tales of the creatures, and had studied their entry in ‘The Bestiary’. These creatures were well known for their troublesome and mischievous ways. The men on the docks would tell stories of grimlyns poking holes in boats, fouling fishing nets or stealing tackle. Sometimes they would climb up onto the sailing ships and tie knots in the rigging. There were even tales of the creatures luring sailors to their doom.
Jasper felt a pair of grimlyn claws grip his wrists like iron bands and another set locked onto his ankles. Their thin arms were surprisingly strong. They held him stretched out on the ground. The third grimlyn, the one that had landed on top of him, was slowly crawling up his body. It opened its mouth in a toothy grin. “Pretty,” it screeched.
Pretty? thought Kasper. Did it just say pretty? The creature was in Kasper’s face now. It leered down at him, an evil glint in its eye. It leaned in and licked him across his face. Kasper opened his mouth to shout but the creature unexpectedly swooped in for a slimy kiss. Before he knew what was happening, his mouth was full of the creature’s twisting tongue.
Kasper desperately wanted to cry out, but the long tongue snaking its way into his mouth kept him from making more than a whimper. He felt the creature probing into the back of his throat while the others began to tug at his clothes. His mouth started to tingle. He remembered reading something in ‘The Bestiary’ about grimlyns having toxic fluids. Was it poisoning him? Were they going to kill him?
Kasper felt something hard grinding into his abdomen. He jerked his head enough to see the creature’s sizable cock had been freed from its wrappings and was now pushing against his body. ‘Oh gods, thought Kasper. This can’t be happening to me!’
But something was happening to Kasper. His body felt strangely warm. Unbelievably, his cock was getting hard in his pants, and the grimlyn ground himself against it. It withdrew its tongue and licked him again across his face, leaving a slimy trail. The other two creatures continued to hold his arms and legs were now sporting erections of their own. The creature on top of him began to work open Kasper’s pants with its nimble claws. Soon Kasper’s cock was out, the creature licked it up and down. A sudden warmth filled the appendage, causing the young man to groan wantonly. With nothing else he could do, Kasper closed his eyes and waited for his fate.
Then, there was a crash, and the grimlyn on his body was gone. He could hear the creatures scream and hiss. There was another crash, and his hands and feet were free. Then silence. Kasper opened one eye. A man stood looking down at him.
“You looked like you could use some help, boy.”
Kasper pushed himself up and looked around. The three creatures lay dead, green blood soaking into the earth. He couldn’t believe it. He was free. He looked to his savior, at a complete loss for words.
“I…they were…I was…”
The man smirked. “You’re welcome.”
Kasper looked at the man. He held a sword, still dripping with ichor. He was wearing a dark green hood and cloak that seemed to shimmer in the darkness. An elven cloak…
“You’re a ranger?”
“That’s right. And you’re lucky I came along.”
The youth remembered that his cock was still hanging out. He went to push it back into his britches, but the touch caused a flash of heat that raced through Kasper’s body. His cock felt like iron. Something was wrong.
“I think it poisoned me.”
“Relax, boy. It’s just a little grimlyn kiss. It won’t hurt you…permanently. Stuff’s is a powerful aphrodisiac, though.”
“A what?”
The ranger laughed as he cleaned and sheathed his sword. “It’s going to make you a horny little bunny for a while.” He proceeded to kneel next to one of the dead grimlyns with a small glass bottle. He used it to scoop up some drool from its mouth and sealed it shut. “Quite useful stuff, actually.”
Kasper’s eyes grew wide. “Oh,” he stuttered. Despite growing up on the docks with the sailors and the dockworkers, Kasper was clueless when it came to sex. That is to say, he had heard many of the stories the men told, but little of the practical application.
“Gather your things. We’re moving upwind of the bodies.”
Kasper scrambled to grab his stuff while hiding his ranging almanbahis yeni giriş hard on. The ranger stomped out the little fire and moved into the darkness. Kasper quickly followed.
“Be grateful it was only spit. Had one of them shot its seed in you-” The man laughed. “You would have lost your mind. They would have used your holes for days and you would have been beyond caring, begging for more.”
Kasper shuddered, but was unsure if it was with fear or desire. He could feel the creatures’ toxins making him think strange thoughts. He stumbled behind the ranger as he moved through the trees.
“You can’t make your camp too close to the sea in the wilderness these days. There’s a little cove just beyond those trees. They must have come up from there.”
“Oh,” mumbled Kasper. They walked in silence for a few minutes. Kasper couldn’t seem to get his brain to work properly. His mind was fuzzy and his dick was still hard. Finally he asked, “What were you doing way out here, sir?”
“I’m a ranger. It’s kind of what we do.”
“Oh, right,”
The ranger moved on through the darkness, and Kasper followed behind. After some distance the ranger stopped in a clearing and started to build a fire. It was blazing nicely when Kasper finally caught up.
“Put your stuff down. This should be far enough. They won’t come this far from the water.”
Kasper dropped his pack before sitting on the ground beside the fire. The ranger had removed his cloak, and sat comfortably on a fallen log.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” Kasper smiled. He felt more than fine. Warm too. And horny!
The man laughed. “I bet you are. Must have got a pretty good dose.”
In the firelight, Kasper was able to get a good look at the ranger. He found himself thinking that the man was handsome, in a rough sort of way. He had a hard face, a face that had seen trouble and battle. He was older, but not as old as his father. He wasn’t particularly tall, but he had a nice athletic build. He had long hair like Kasper, but it was tied back with a strip of leather. It was sexy.
“I can definitely feel it. My cock won’t go down.” Had he said that out loud?
“I noticed,” said the ranger. Kasper giggled. He couldn’t help but wonder why is this was all so funny.
“Well, by the Gods boy, do something about it! It’s like a troll fart in a crowded room: It can’t be ignored.”
Kasper was no stranger to the concept of self-love. He was a healthy adolescent, after all. And the grimlyn toxin had his libido working overtime. Still, he was surprised by the suggestion. He found himself reaching downward before he even realized his hand was moving. He began to rub his bulge through the fabric of his pants. His breathing grew heavy, his eyes half closed in pleasure. What was he doing?
Kasper stopped, shocked at his behavior. Was he really going to jerk off in front of a stranger? Guiltily he looked over at the man. “I…”
“Don’t stop on my account, boy. Hells, maybe I’ll join you.” The man reached down and grabbed his own growing bulge. A small groan slipped from Kasper’s lips.
“Like that idea, do ya? Why don’t you come over here?”
Kasper was up like a flash and sat next the handsome ranger. The younger man undid his pants, and his slim cock now waved in the wind. Kasper gripped it lightly, as even the slightest touch sent tingles though his body. The older man soon freed his own member, a modest piece that hardened quickly to a nice thickness.
Kasper watched with hooded eyes as the ranger began to pump up and down on his dick. While he had seen many a naked man, he had never seen another man jack off before.
“You like that, boy?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Why don’t you touch it?”
Without hesitation, Kasper reached out and took the man’s cock in his hand. It was warm and full. He worked his hand up and down the shaft, causing a drop of precum to leak from the head. The ranger reached over and grabbed the youngsters cock, and Kasper’s eyes rolled up into his head. He had jacked off lots of times but this time, the sensation was too intense. He had never felt anything like it. He pushed the man’s hand away.
“Too much.”
“No such thing,” the ranger grinned a roguish grin. “Why don’t you get down and give mine a closer look. Maybe give it a little kiss.”
Some part of Kasper’s mind wasn’t sure that was a good idea, but he found himself on his knees, the man’s cock looming up in front of him. He reached up and bought the tip to his mouth, and gave the soft tip a kiss. The taste of his precum hit his lips, and fireworks went off inside his brain. He wanted more!
Kasper licked the head of the rangers cock, and he felt the older man shudder.
“That’s nice,” he said. “Try sucking on it.”
Kasper was beyond thoughts of right or wrong. He just wanted more. He licked up and down the shaft a few times, before wrapping his lips around the glans. More precum leaked into his mouth and he savored the taste. He started sucking harder, moving his lips up and down.
“That’s it boy. Nice and easy. Watch your teeth,” the ranger coached as Kasper enjoyed sucking his first cock.
This is amazing, he thought. I’ve heard the stories but never really thought…