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Today was a beautiful day to be out at the beach. Amelie found a quiet spot on the beach behind their house. Thankfully her husband made sure to find a nice house for them to live in while he while away for work all the time. The house was a walking distance away from the beach, but it wasn't exactly private. Once in a while there were other people but they usually didn't bother her.

Having the next few days off from dance was nice and she took the chance to relax and get a bit of sun as she pulled out a beach towel to lay down over the sand and lay down on her back. She began to take out her sun screen wondering if she should put some on now or what a bit so she might actually get a bit of a tan to her pale white skin. She decided to leave it for a bit for now and move to the shade after it got to warm and apply it then. She removed the bikini top straps so she wouldn't get lines on her shoulders before closing her eyes and begun to relax listening to the ocean waves.

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It wasn't always that Talon had mission assignments in such great locations. A beach on one of the most luxurious parts of France was definitely an exception to the rule, and Agent Dufrane took full advantage of it. His goals were clear---he was to begin the conditioning process of Amelie Lacroix. It would be a long project---but the key was starting it off in the first place, and getting her buy-in. And that's where a specialist like Melvin Dufrane came in. He was... less blunt than most of the field agents, and had a bit of charm to him. Standing at well over six feet tall, and towering over most people he encountered, the broad shouldered, black stud, certainly had an imposing presence. And there, at the beach, with his sleek, muscular, ebony body, and his chiseled jawlines, he drew the attention of many a passersby. But he didn't have time for them---Agent Dufrane was fixed on his objective.

And he could see his objective from a distance---Mrs. Lacroix. There she was in her peaceful state of being, resting in the gentle shade. _God damn... she looked good..._ Melvin thought, staring over at her voluptuous body as he approached her. He was really gonna enjoy this assignment. Clearing his throat, he spoke in his deep, baritone voice---his pitch rather friendly and warm. "Excuse me Madame, so sorry to interrupt you---but you mind if I sit right over next to ya? Sun's just killin' me today, and I hope we can share the shade?"

Dressed in nothing but a pair of beach shorts, the black obelisk of a man stared down at his objective---already coming up with all kinds of ideas of the sorts of fun they would have.

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Amelie peaked an amber eye open to see the tall muscled black man. From the ground he looked even bigger than what he was. She couldn't help but admire him quickly as she completely opened her eyes to look up at him. "It is warm today but it is also a large beach. There are plenty of other places to find some relief..." Her accent was clearly French, and she spoke softly assuming that he was probably another tourist looking for the topless or nude beach to ogle women. It was times like this she normally took her leave to swim or go back to the house but she didn't really want to go back quite yet.

She could feel her own body starting to sweat and drip down her body in the heat. "But if you would like the spot then I suppose you can have it and I can go for a dip to cool off. It is much cooler than the shade." She began to pull her bikini straps back up over her shoulders as she started to sit up making sure she didn't have her breasts slip out in front of the man. Amelie picked up her sun screen and began to start putting some in her hands and then rub it along her arms first before moving on to her legs.

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"You're not wrong, plenty of other spaces out there, but none with as much shade... none as discrete." Melvin's eyes watched her as she massaged the lotion onto her body. Hell, she was one pretty sight to look at. And that French accent? Well that was to die for. Amelie was really a catch; it puzzled Melvin how that bastard Gerard got so lucky. Perhaps he had what was coming to him, the Talon agent thoughts. "No, no... you stay here, Mrs. Lacroix," he said, his voice a little bit more stern now, as he immediately let her know, that he knew exactly who she was. "I was just trying to be polite---it's best that we talk here. Where we're alone... and no one can hear us."

Letting those words sink in, the large black stud took a seat beside her at last. He was comforted by the shade. It was hard to peel his eyes off of her sweat-stained cleavage, but the professional did his best to maintain composure. "You'll want to hear this... this is important. My name is Melvin Dufrane, I'm an Agent---from Talon. But I'm not here to help you. I'm actually here, to help." His voice was a low hush, but it was still deep. Resting his muscular arms on his bent knees, Melvin sat in the sand. From a distance, the two simply looked like an inconspicuous pair of beach goers.

"Just act casual, Mrs. Lacroix... I doubt we're being monitored. But you never know when Talon is watching."

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Amelie knew it was the best spot, it was why she took it so it wasn't a surprise he brought it up. However she was taken back that he some how knew her name. Amelie stopped putting on lotion and looked at him again. So far he seemed nice but he was still someone she did t know that knew her. Her first thoughts was that maybe he was a patron to the arts and did some research to find her. A quiet spot that no one would hear them? It started to worry her a bit as he got closer and took a seat. Her mind started to think of what she should say to let him down easily and some how make her escape. He started to mention talon and agents she started to get less worried but more confused. "Talon agent? I don't understand, but maybe you have the wrong person Monsieur Dufrane. I don't even know what you are talking about!"

Amelie made sure to repeat his name, not that she trusted him now to give his real name. All she could think of is that maybe it was a prank or something. Either way, she took note that this man could have easily over powered her if he had wanted to already. "Did Selina send you? That woman is always telling me to find someone since my husband is always out of town. Tell her, again, no. But I do appreciate the offer this time and he had promised that he will be home for good soon!"

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"Selina?" Melvin perked up an eyebrow and looked at her. "No... I don't even know a Selina. This isn't something to take lightly Mrs. Lacroix. Your husband is in danger. That's why I'm here... this has nothing to do with your ballerina friends, or anything like that," the large man said, taking a slow, deep breath. His intel had been wrong. It seemed that Amelie was even less aware of the inner machinations of Overwatch and all that Gerard did. That was good. It would make things far more easier.

"Look, Mr. Lacroix is involved in a lot, you know that. Espionage, anti-terrorist activities, all that. There are people out to get him---who want him dead. And they're almost about to succeed. But I don't want to let that happen. Do you follow?" he said, very clearly spelling out, just why he contacted her. "I don't see eye-to-eye with him on everything, but he did save me once, and I owe him one." Digging his palms into the sand, he scooted over just a little closer to Amelie, his voice lower, as if he was exposing secrets.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but just bear with me here. When was the last time you talked to Gerard, is he safe?" Melvin asked, feigning a look of concern on his face. But he couldn't keep eye contact for long, as his gaze naturally wandered around to the pale features of her perfectly shaped body. Her color was a stark contrast to his.

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"I..." Amelie was honestly a bit taken back by his words. "I know he can't really speak of his work, it is important and he travels. If he was messed up in that kind of thing he would have told me." However it started to explain more why he came home so quiet and she could never call him why he was away.

Her gaze went back over his body, looking for signs of scars or anything that would show he had been in some kind of danger before, it lingered over his muscles as she looked before going back to his eyes. "He saved you? Then you can speak with him when he comes home in a couple of days. I just spoke to him last night." She tried her best to keep herself calm, it would not help to panic now but she couldn't help tensing up as he moved closer to her. "He was fine when I spoke to him."

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"Phew... that's a big relief that he still sounds well. I only worry it's not gonna be that way for long... I think he's already been poisoned." Melvin paused again for a moment, exhaling a deep breath of relief. He noticed as the woman's curious eyes glanced over his muscular ebony figure. Indeed, there were a few faded scars here and there, nothing that was too uncommon for a man who'd been on the field for Talon. There were also a few faded tattoos across his arms and body, the dark ink nearly camouflaging into his dark skin.

There was a hint of alarm on Melvin's face when she mentioned Gerard coming home in a few days. "I'd love to talk to him directly... trust me, I would. But he can't know I contacted you. It's complicated, you see? We just work for different teams now. He won't believe a word of what I say... and even if I do meet him face to face, the second Talon finds out, they'll end me. Your husband is doin' great things for the world---and I wanna make sure he keeps doing them. That being said, I'm risking my life just talking to you right now..." the black man lied through his teeth, but he hoped the sad expression he put on those chiseled features would buy him some sympathy.

"Anyway, Madame Lacroix... if he's still walking and talking, that's a good sign. Means the poison hasn't taken effect yet. I got an antidote. We can still save him... but it's not gonna be easy. And mainly? It's gonna be up to you..." he said sternly, his dark gaze looking into her eyes. The black bull was quite closer to her now, his hot breath touching her face as he talked. With a set of dog tags as the only thing he wore above his waist, the Adonis-like, black stud focused the attention of all his gaze on the French beauty. "It sounds crazy... I know. At the end of the day, I want to keep Gerard alive. I don't need you to like me. But, do you trust me?" Melvin asked, his tone low and vulnerable. With a gentle touch, he reached out to touch Amelie's shoulder. His black fingers were large, and strong, gripping softly onto her flesh, his palm resting on her skin as well.

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"Relief? He assured me that he was fine!" She started to notice how close he was getting, almost feeling the heat radiating from his body and along with his breath. Amelie started to shift and move back from him. Melvin was quite the man in front of her but she was still a married woman. She managed to move only a few inches away before he reached out to her shoulder. She couldn't help but to look at him a bit surprised. All of this seemed to be taking her off guard.

"I don't know if I trust you but you clearly know more about my husband... and know things about me so I guess I just have to take your word on everything." He seemed sincere but she wasn't trained like her husband, she didn't know the tell tale signs of someone lying to her or the dangers of what she was about to get into. "How did he get poisoned? And what is this antidote? If... if what you say is true. I would like to help him. I honestly don't know how to contact him while he is away. So, I will have to wait to speak to him again to convince him to come home or hope he comes home sooner than expected."

Her gaze went to his hand on her shoulder and then back to him. "I assure you Monsieur if my husband is sick. I will find out. Otherwise, you shouldn't worry about him. Just leave the antidote with me and I can tell him to take it." Amelie did her best to keep her voice lowered as he seemed to be worried someone was listening to them. "Did you bring it with you?" She wasn't sure how he would carry it around with him unless he had a small vial of something in his shorts. Out of curiosity her gaze went down to see if he had something else with him or perhaps something in his shorts that she could see.

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"Unfortunately, Madame Lacroix... it isn't as easy that. It's not something I can just bring with me in a vial or a bottle..." Melvin said, his eyes following hers as her gaze wandered around his shorts. There wasn't any evidence of anything hidden in his pocket or stuffed away in the crotch area. There was however, something else that was odd---a prominent bulge of manhood that was concealed away, right along Melvin's inner thigh... it wasn't obscene, he wasn't even erect or anything---but it was just him... his massive size, stowed away beneath the cloth.

"I wish it was that easy... see, these agencies are nasty. They'll use anything that they can get their hands on. They got him with nano-particles. It's not a poison that you can pick, or even any doctor can detect. It'll get him when he doesn't even realize it..." Melvin said with a sigh, as if lamenting the loss of an old friend. "But right, I did bring it with me. Just not in a needle or nothing... ya see, this kind of stuff? It's spread like the flu. By bodily contact, fluid exchange. It's not like I could steal the antidote away from the lab without gettin' caught. So? I just injected it into myself. And as long as I pass it onto someone, they'll get the benefits of the cure too. You understand?" Melvin said, hoping that his convoluted logic was easy enough to believe, and hard enough to just barely follow.

"You get me? The antidote nano-tech is all over and inside my body---just like the poison is in your husband's. All I gotta do, is pass it onto him..." Melvin said. "Like I said before, not like I can just go up to him, shake his hand, give him a hug, or sneeze on him a thousand times. That'll just end up with me getting caught, and your husband getting targeted even more." Those dark, powerful yes of his looked over at the woman's cleavage once more, eyeing those sweat droplets.

"That's where you come in. If I pass it onto you... you can pass it onto him. And without anyone knowing a thing, he's cured." The black stud's touch traced away from her shoulder and sensually stroked down the flesh of her bare arm, his black skin a stark contrast to her still.

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"So you are saying..." Amelie paused trying to process what he was saying, "that you are passing them to me by touch so when he comes home I can pass it to him? It is like giving him a cold but instead I am giving him these nanobots as a cure?" She looks around nervously now at the beach and then back to him. She had noticed his wondering eyes. It was hard for her not to feel any kind of attraction to him, after all she was left home for long periods at a time alone but as tempted as it had been, she had always been faithful and remind herself of that.

"So I should have the cure now in me because you've touched me right?" Her breath was starting to pick up being this close to him. She had danced with men with defined muscles but it was always stayed as a professional relationship. Melvin was not the same, he didn't have the dancer body, his was much bigger. His touch was different than the men she had to dance with at work. He seemed to be firm but gentle. "I appreciate the concern you have for Gerard and the risk you are taking coming to me."

Amelie gave him a genuine smile as she didn't move away from him. She didn't want to seem ungrateful and by this logic the more contact with him the better chances she had in helping her husband.

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Melvin nodded affirmatively at her words, "Yes... exactly Madame Lacroix. You're a smart woman. You've got it right." He smiled back at her in a friendly way, his eyes wandering noticeably to her cleavage again before staring back at her. God damn, she was a beauty...

"No problem---I'm happy to help Gerard. He risked his life for me in the past and that ain't something I'd forget." Licking his lips, Melvin gently caressed her upper arm one more time. "Though, the thing is, even if we got the logic down... it's not that easy. Issue with these nano-bots is that they don't transmit as easily as a cold. You really need a lot of bodily contact to transmit it from one person to the other," he said, his black fingers trailing down to her palm. His touched stroked her knuckles, feeling around for her wedding band to see if she was still wearing it.

"For this to spread, we're gonna have to do a lil' bit more than just sit next to each other. Usually you'll need lots... and lots of direct contact. And the best way to do it? Body fluid exchange..." For a moment, the Agent's eyes glanced over at the bottle of lotion lying near the sand, just close to where they were. "We can... try a few things?" Melvin was an expert at this---and he didn't want to push his luck too fast, too soon. He'd take his time to make her comfortable, gain her trust. And then, go in for the kill.

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"More contact? Que désirez-vous, monsieur..." Amelie trailed off in french as Melvin continued to guide his hand down her arm to her hand. She had on a wedding band for of a gold band to match her amber eyes and fair skin tone along with a large beside her engagement ring that was encrusted with diamonds with a larger cut diamond on top. It seemed to easily slide off however to make sure she could take it off easily enough when she needed to for stage.

"Well we can spend some time together and hope that it works. Do you have a way to test if I happen to get the nanobots in my system or do we just have to hope and trust that it works?" She was honestly curious to how it all worked but nervous at the same time. She knew that Gerald wouldn't be happy with her being this close as it was with someone outside of work. "You are more of the expert I suppose, what do you suggest, but please... remember I am a married woman..." Amelie warned him again, "to the man who saved you after all."

She couldn't help feel that being this close to him was going to be difficult and dangerous. It had been a while since she allowed someone to give her this kind of attention other than her husband and Gerald had been gone this time for a couple of months this time. He was home for a couple weeks and usually left again. She liked her freedom but it did leave her a bit lonely at times which is why her friend at work said she should find someone while Gerald was gone to keep her company. It wasn't a bad idea but if he found out, she knew he would break things off. But Melvin was offering her an option to get a closer and help her husband? It didn't seem that bad, plus they were just sitting on the beach together, that was innocent enough. She wouldn't complain getting some attention from this tall, strong, dark man.

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"Of course... I know you're married. And I owe Gerard a lot---I'd never do anything to betray that debt," Melvin said, once again lying straight through his teeth. Yet, he didn't show that expression on his face, all he showed was a reassuring smile. And certainly, he wouldn't try anything too crazy now... but he planned to work her up to that point before Gerard came home in the next couple of days. "And yeah, I do have a little device than can track how many nano-bots you have on you... not on me right now, but we can check again tomorrow, after they've had some time to replicate inside you," he tried to comfort her, making sure she didn't get herself all tense and worried.

"But yeah... we'll need more contact. Bodily fluids..." he paused, "like saliva, are often the best. Then again, these bots do pass pretty well when it's just skin to skin," Melvin added, finding it quite endearing how Amelie added a bit of French to her already heavily accented English pronunciation.

"How 'bout we start with this?" Melvin suggested, reaching towards the sun-tan lotion. Putting a large wad of the milky fluid on his open palm, he rubbed a bit against himself to test the consistency, before letting it melt into his hand. "I'll just rub this all over you... it'll give by hands enough contact with your body, and we can spread the nano-tech all over you. What do ya think?" Melvin asked her, quite aroused by the prospect of having his large, black hands all over her body...


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Toren sighed softly as Gandthor's big arms wrapped around him. The rugged warrior's embrace felt... warm, safe, comforting, all things his people were not known for, at least not to foreigners. He nuzzled into his chest, using the broad expanse of muscle to block out any light that might seep in and further aggravate the stinging in his head. Slowly he allowed himself to relax completely, all tension melting from him as he tried to let the pain slip away, "And I wish I could have recruited you before our first raid... however wishes should not be aimed at the past, only forward..." he murmured, "So if you have wishes to spare then wish us safe travel back home, or at the very least a warmer bed tonight" the Prince mused with a chuckle, and then silence.

It was about an hour of drifting in and out of sleep before Toren glanced up again, cracking his neck and rubbing his temples, "Alright... I think it's mostly gone. This should be good enough for now. We've not enough morning to waste on stillness..." he said. However as he began to shift his weight he found himself again pressing against Gandthor's impressive manhood. The pale Prince blushed at the realization that the man was still hard, well beyond the time where morning stiffness could be blamed. While it was not something often talked about publicly, relations, physical or otherwise, amongst men were not seen as unsavory by his people. There were many reasons why two warriors might lie with each other: to build comradery, to bid for dominance, to relieve tension, to sate one's urges in the absence of women or when out on a long journey, and of course simply out of preference or love, though the later two were the least often admitted. Toren had briefly been worried by the prospect when he thought Gandthor might have taken advantage of him in his sleep, but now... having soaked in the man's heat, felt his skin on his own, and acknowledged his character...

"Actually..." he said, turning to look up at Gandthor, a conflicted look on his face as he tried to figure his approach, "I think we may not be done after all" he said, suddenly closing his thighs around Gandthor's girth. The Prince had already proven himself fit and lean, in adequate shape for a warrior though lacking the bulk more typical of his people, however no amount of training could completely erase the softness of a noble's diet. The richness of his upbringing tended to hang lower on his body, in the slight width of his hips, the plump curve of his ass, the suppleness of his thighs, which now squeezed enticingly around his warrior's length, "I asked to remain like this until the throbbing stopped... but I didn't state just my own..." he cooed, and Gandthor would feel a sudden stiffness begin to poke at his abs, "Tell me, has your throbbing stopped yet?" he asked, a clear invitation.

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The sensation of Toren nuzzling the larger man's chest was a strangely pleasant sensation and once more Gandthor found himself genuinely enjoying the Prince's body against his own. Even if there were not the sensations that caused his large endowment to be stimulated the warrior knew he would enjoy this. He smiled softly as the Prince mused, and he hoped they would be able to make enough progress that the Prince's wish could be realized. Though Gandthor's mind was more to put distance between themselves and the site of the failed raid and pursuit. The more distance the better.

During the hour that passed, Gandthor remained vigilant. He did not doze and fought against the distraction of the Prince's soft body against his own. Especially in a certain place. Of course, there was only so alert he could be in their circumstances, but if someone were to come upon them Gandthor would be as ready as possible. His concern of ambush proved unnecessary, though, as the blond youth woke and declared himself well enough to move. He bit his lip as the Prince's shifting weight brought new sensations to his aggressively turgid member. That part has remained hard throughout the whole hour, and it was well beyond any blaming on waking.

The words that Toren spoke had him surprised. He had no particular prejudice against relations against men, although there was little acknowledgement about such things among his people also. The larger part of the shock came from the clear invitation that the Prince made, and that owed to the social and class disparity between the two. It seemed to Gandthor largely unthinkable that a member of royalty would... with him.

There was not a lot of time to ponder the social dynamic as those thighs squeezed enticingly around the thickness of Gandthor's penis. He let out a sharp breath and a small, unseemly groan of pleasure that was an answer all of its own. Given the hour and just a little more of teasing the warrior was particularly susceptible to what was being done to him, although, in all honesty he would not be especially resistant to it under different circumstances. He could feel Toren's member press against his abs, and when Gandthor shifted his muscled front against that hardness---smaller than his own but nothing to be ashamed of and not something that would leave a receiving partner with complaints---it was mostly just as response to the feel of those smooth, soft-skinned thighs enclosing his hot, hard endowment. It was not some attempt to turn the tables against Toren or a bid to seize control of the scenario. It was very pleasing to Gandthor, however, to feel Prince's member stir in response to him. A large drop of precum emerged from the tip of Gandthor's huge length and dripped down onto Toren's backside. The drop was followed by more of the clear fluid of arousal, making a small mess on one of Toren's plump cheeks.

"No." Was all that Gandthor was able to manage in the form of immediate response. He swallowed and his adam's apple bobbed as he held back a moan with moderate success. "I... it is very... intense..." The large man said. His hands moved along Toren's back to move and sit at Toren's hips, feeling the slight width to them. The feel of them was pleasant in his rough hands. Those big hands moved slowly and tentatively to Toren's behind, as if Gandthor expected to be rebuked and told to remove them, but unable to resist taking the opportunity with the invitation that hung in front of him.

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Toren felt the man dripping onto him, throbbing so desperately between his thighs, and it brought a small smirk to his face. There was something... strangely powerful about having a man as strong as Gandthor at his mercy like this. Even in a situation where his status of Prince held no actual weight, he still held a measure of power over this huge, fearsome warrior. Or at least over his huge, fearsome cock.

"Yes I can tell... very intense..." he cooed, confidence blossoming. However a red blush still found his pale cheeks when Gandthor reached for his hips and groped his ass. The soft twin cheeks filled his big rough hands quite nicely, and a small squeeze pulled a tense breath from the boy. The Prince didn't relent though, his own hands reaching down to cover over Gandthor's. However instead of yanking him off, Toren did the opposite, coaxing the man to squeeze tighter, pushing his cheeks together, and in doing so rubbed the supple flesh against the oozing tip of his cock.

"How may I help relieve this pain of yours?" he asked, reaching lower to rub the head of Gandthor's cock with his palm, liberally coating it with all the pre he had dripped across his pale flesh, "Tell me what you would have me do and I'll do it... consider it a reward from your future lord..." he whispered, his breath hot as it brushed across Gandthor's ear.

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There was a moment where Gandthor felt a shock of worry move through him when Toren's hands covered his own. But instead of the rejection he feared there was only encouragement. He let out a low moan as Toren's cheeks were squeezed together around his thick cock. The soft, smooth flesh felt absolutely divine in his hands and on his cock, and things only got better---worse?---for the huge warrior when Toren rubbed the head of the warrior's huge cock. Toren's hand stroked over some very sensitive areas as it became liberally coated with the slickness of Gandthor's ardor and he shut eyes and moaned again with far less restraint. It was difficult to think through the haze of having his length pleasured by Toren's thighs, buttocks, and hands. He was not immediately sure what to say to the Prince's inquiry.

The confidence of the smaller man was enticing. The taboo nature of this pairing had its own thrill and the Prince's approach to it helped Gandthor to be at ease about it. His thick hardness encased within the Prince's ass cleavage precluded Gandthor's hands from finding the tight hole between them as they moved about, caressing and squeezing Toren's bottom with a great deal of enthusiasm.

The hot breath against his ear had Gandthor shiver and he turned his head. In a bid to gain time and his thoughts Gandthor kissed Toren. His lips captured those of the Prince and he kissed Toren as he would a woman. There was a ravenous hunger and fire to the kiss, backed by a passion that burned fiercely in his breast.

When Gandthor at last relented with his kiss, he was breathing deeply and not really any better off than when he started, but he regretted nothing. "Take me in your mouth." Gandthor said, words slurred from desire and want. His chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. His eyes met those of the Prince, eager to receive the promise relief from pain.

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Toren gasped as Gandthor's lips captured his own, eyes widening in surprise at the sheer audacity of the man. To exchange pleasurable touch was one thing, but steal a kiss from royalty. It was... well... as Gandthor's powerful tongue wrestled his own into submission Toren felt his indignation quickly melt away, eyes fluttered closed as he pressed himself into the kiss. Very well, he would forgive this over step... though he would vehemently deny it's occurrence should this ever be brought to light. And he certainly wouldn't admit to the warrior that he had just stolen the young man's first kiss. He did his best to return the kiss, though was easily overwhelmed by the warrior's passion. Gandthor would feel the Prince mewl and moan into his lips, his submission echoing down the larger man's throat as he allowed himself to be ravished by him.

After what felt like an eternity Gandthor mercifully broke the kiss, leaving the prince flushed and panting as the cold cave air filled his lungs once more, "Have I not already?" he muttered as Gandthor made his request, trying to play coy, but he looked far too flustered from the kiss for it to be convincing, "Very well, if it would ease my companion's pain..." he said, playing at being inconvenienced as he slid his slender body down Gandthor's, his smooth pale skin rubbing along his cock all the way down.

However when Toren took his position between Gandthor's legs his composure was once again challenged. His eyes widened in obvious shock as he found himself face to face with the warrior's towering girth. Obviously he had felt his size already, he knew the man was large, far larger than most mere humans, however actually looking at it up close... it was rather daunting wasn't it? However despite the almost fearful look on the Prince's, Gandthor would also notice him unconsciously lick his lips. Shaking away the shock, Toren took him in hand... both hands actually, one closing around the base while the other squeezed just under the glands. Moving the turgid monster aside, the only way he could clearly look up at Gandthor, Toren gave him a look of warning, "This should go without saying, but this was not included in my training growing up..." he said, giving a few experimental kisses up the side of his shaft, maintaining eye contact with Gandthor all the while, "...I'll hear no complaints should I not live up to whatever standard your past lovers may have set" he added, cheeks tinged red despite his stern stare, his lips reaching the man's oozing crown. Gandthor then claimed the Prince's second kiss, his royal lips stained with the exile's anticipation.

For a while Toren kept himself to just that, kissing around the head, occasionally dipping down to pepper up and down the shaft as well. He seemed to be stalling, as if trying to parse what he was supposed to do, and how he would do it to something so large. Eventually he would hazard a proper lick, tracing a line of precum from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip, coating his wet tongue with the foreign taste of a man.

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The reaction that Toren gave to the kiss was not one that Gandthor really expected, but it was one that nevertheless pleased him greatly. He could feel the indignation melt away and it only made the erotic situation far more so for the big warrior. It was almost enough to make Gandthor ask the Prince to stop so that he could kiss the Prince more instead. Almost.

He gave a small snort and grin in response to the Prince's mutterings. They were the sort of coy responses he would expect from a maiden who was trying to maintain an image of propriety but was just as eager and excited for what was happening as the target of her hollow protests. Gandthor did not have an opportunity to make a smart, glib reply as Toren slid down, treating the warrior to Toren's silky smooth skin caressing his length. It soothed the ache that Gandthor felt to a degree, but it also stoked the excitement he felt and made Gandthor's breath catch. He gave a pleasured grunt in response to the smaller male's skin gracing his hardness.

Gandthor was lucky to catch how Toren reacted to being up close to his huge length. The thickness of him hid some of Toren's face, but Gandthor caught most of it and the reaction was a shot to the heart and the cock. There certainly would be no complaint from the big warrior about how properly appreciative Toren seemed for the plenty that stood erect before him. Gandthor gave a low moan as Toren's hands grasped his penis. He drew a sharp breath between clenched teeth and his eyes narrowed just a little. The hand caressing the head of his cock was very soon moistened with fresh precum, giving Toren's skin a slick, tacky gloss.

"Men's bodies are... ungh... easy to please. You are doing well." Gandthor said, meaning to reassure the Prince. He was practically putty in the Prince's hand as it was. The stern stare with flushed cheeks was too cute. Gandthor etched that deep in his heart. Gandthor's hips stirred and shifted beneath Toren. Whenever the Prince's lips chanced upon an especially sensitive place the movement was more pronounced and accompanied by a breathy moan. If the youth were stalling it was an exquisitely pleasurable agony for the recipient of his attentions. Gandthor's mind was not exactly operating at peak capacity and he could intuit that Toren's protestation of inexperience was in fact genuine. Rather than it being any drawback to Gandthor it added a wonderful dimension to this exchange for Gandthor. It would have pleased him beyond words to know that he was Toren's first kiss and knowing his cock was the first to be graced by the royal lips was a thrill and pleasure that filled him with an elation that may even have exceeded the physical sensations.

Gandthor moved a hand down to Toren's head. Not to force or guide the youth in any manner, but just to gently brush away the pale blond locks from the Prince's face. Gandthor gently caressed the Prince's head as he held the other male's hair back.

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Gandthor's words helped to sooth the Prince's anxiety and doubts, which for some reason had been mounting since he was faced with such an intimidating cock. What had made him so anxious? so worried? He was a Prince, why should he care whether he could satisfy a man with his mouth? Why did he feel so challenged by it? Why did he fear disappointing the rugged warrior? Perhaps, though the Prince did not think it consciously, it was because he was acknowledging Gandthor's cock as superior, something worthy of reverence. He was so much larger than him, so much larger than he could ever be, that his body instantly acknowledged him as a dominant specimen. Not for a second had he felt even a flicker of envy for the man's size, nor thought how he could compare to him. No, his mind didn't entertain the notion of competition, and instead instantly went to how he could manage to pleasure him. It was as though some strange, submissive instinct tugged at his mind, the same instinct that drove his lips to keep kissing up and down his length without hesitation.

Toren flinched back a bit at Gandthor's first twitches, the stirring of his hips that brushed his rugged cock against the boy's soft lips. It made it seem as though it were alive, like some animal he was trying to appease, that might lash out at any moment. The Prince steeled himself though, and continued with his kisses and explorative licks. Eventually he grew comfortable with his shifts and groans, and when he realized he could use them to mark where and how to best please Gandthor he began to seek them out, listening for the man's moans with each stroke and lick, like a musician tuning his strings by ear.

When he felt the man's large hand come to rest on his head Toren glanced up at him. Their eyes connected, not breaking for a long moment, even as the Prince swirled his tongue around his crown all the while. Without thinking Toren suddenly turned his head so that Gandthor's hand would rest on his cheek, and then nuzzled into it affectionately. He didn't know why he did it, it just sort of came to him in the moment. The strangely soft and intimate moment, shared between men from such a hard and cruel land, felt... nice... and it worked to loosen any hesitation the boy had left, emboldening him to press his face down into the warrior's crotch, burying himself in the nook at the base of his cock. With renewed vigor Toren lavished Gandthor's cock with affection, lapping at the base and slurping at his balls not unlike a dog, all the while nuzzling his shaft so that it rubbed heavily across his face, smearing the beautiful Prince's face with his dripping essence. To ever let a man do such a thing to him should have been revoltingly vulgar to the royal heir, but to do it himself, to willingly stain his countenance with an exile's musk. Even the most tolerant citizen would surely see it as a disgrace, but in the moment Toren felt no debasement, only thrill and intimacy...

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The tall warrior was in a state of bliss. Toren's efforts came after a long period of abstinence. He could have bought a woman---or a man, such were the mores of the South---but he was too proud for such a thing. And too proud, lacking land and status, to pursue a woman to wed. Toren's lack of practice was rather immaterial. The boy's enthusiasm was a quality all of its own and the desire to please added so much. Toren proved to be a quick study, quickly adapting to Gandthor's every reveal of his weak points. Every strong moan seemed to ensure that Toren gave the space that elicited it special attention and Gandthor's moans at times came through gritted teeth as he struggled not to lose control and tip over too quickly. It was not an easy battle.

Perhaps he had simply been away too long or too starved of genuine companionship and affection, but Gandthor had no negative thoughts about the submissive tack Toren took. He stroked the boy's cheek and face gently as the boy nuzzled it, enjoying what they were sharing in that gesture. He could no more put the subtle joy of that small intimacy into words as the Prince could. But it was there and it made what they had more than just some surface level physical interaction.

"Toren, ah---!" Gandthor managed as the boy put his face into the warrior's crotch. The contact with his balls was enough to have the big warrior seeing stars. Gandthor was reduced to making low, guttural sounds of pleasure as Toren slurped his balls. The large orbs were surprisingly sensitive and set his hips to thrash even more violently. It seemed as if Toren might even be in danger of being dislodged from his perch, such was the effect the oral attention that Toren was giving him there. The hand at Toren's face slackened first and then his grip tightened, alternating as he was wracked with pleasure from what the young blond was doing. It was becoming clear through the haze of pleasure that he was not going to last much longer. "Ungh. Toren... please... swallow my seed." The big warrior managed to force out with much difficulty. It would be only moments before he was pushed over the precipice and into climax. The huge cock before the smaller male throbbed madly before him, in his grip, and under his tongue when the wet appendage graced it. Gandthor's heart was thundering his chest and his pulse pounded in his ears and he clenched his teeth in an effort not to roar like a wild animal.

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It appeared the Prince had found a particularly sensitive weak spot. Gandthor could feel the boy's lips spread into a smile around his sensitive orbs, a sudden devilishness in the eye peaking up at him from behind is meaty pillar. The warrior's stewing sack would find itself under pressure, those soft lips widening, his tongue snaking out to coax his balls closer. With a pair of wet slurps Toren sucked both of the man's balls into his mouth at once, puffing his cheeks with their pent up density. While his mouth may not have been big enough to take his cock proper, this, it seemed, the young Prince could manage just fine.

His tongue got to work, swirling and polishing his heavy sack with starving fervor. A lewd chorus of slurping and sloshing echoed from the boy's stuffed mouth, drool leaking down his chin as he sucked and slobbered. As Gandthor's writhing became more violent, Toren tightly pursed his lips around his sack, not allowing him to escape no matter how hard he bucked. The Prince was no longer scared, no longer held by an inhibition, so when Gandthor's cock thrust against him he pressed himself right into it, grinding his beautiful face against his throbbing girth. He savored every sensation Gandthor gave him, the sounds, the sights, the taste, the smell, the feel. For the few split seconds Gandthor could actually see Toren's face, he would swear he saw hearts in the boy's eyes.

The Prince was so caught up in the moment that he didn't immediately process the warrior's command. As such he didn't realize just how close Gandthor was until he felt him violently twitch and throb against his face. The hulking warrior erupted like a geyser, the first few ivory ropes raining down across the boy's porcelain visage. It wasn't until Toren felt his pipping hot virility streaking across his skin that his mind caught up, finally pulling himself off Gandthor's sack, "Pwah...! Yeshh!" he mewled, taking hold of Gandthor's still spurting cock and aiming it downwards. The boy opened his mouth wide, his tongue hanging low, providing the widest target possible for Gandthor to shoot his seed. One shot went high, hitting the boy's brow and plastering one of his eyes closed. The next hit his upper lip, his thick cum smearing down the sides of his mouth. The third strike finally hit it's mark, painting his hot essence across the Prince's tongue, giving the boy his first taste of Gandthor's virile seed, though if this experience was any indication, it wouldn't be his last. Toren dutifully waited for Gandthor's spurts to calm down, having to curve his tongue to properly hold everything he had given to him, before finally drawing the heavy load into his mouth. He took a moment to swirl the thick batter around, thoroughly coating his tongue with the other man's flavor. The Prince wouldn't say it tasted good necessarily, but for whatever reason he couldn't stop himself from swishing and savoring it. It was an acquired taste, but the submissive Prince was acquiring it rather quickly. Remembering the specifics of the warrior's command, Toren finally took a big gulp to swallow it all down, opening his mouth and rolling out his tongue to show that he had done so.

When Gandthor's cock finally settled down for good, Toren would settle back in and start kissing and licking it, cleaning up every trace of cum without needing instruction, "So... *sluup*... has your throbbing subsided? *smmk*" he asked, lips barely leaving his cock even as he spoke, the Prince's face still glazed and stained with his seed.

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Gandthor's climax left him wordless and breathless. He was unable to fully appreciate the full nuance of everything that had been done to him and all of the details of the Prince's efforts. The experience was a heady one, full of pleasures amplified by long abstinence and several details unique to the Prince himself. It pleased Gandthor that the Prince smiled around his balls and had hearts in his eyes but the haze of pleasure inflicted upon him kept him from truly appreciating and savoring those things. Or that Toren was so enthralled with his flesh that he was slow to react to Gandthor's words. The result was his seed on the Prince's face rather than completely in his mouth. There was sufficient issue that neither were left wanting.

And seeing his seed on the Prince's face put a lie to the answer he eventually gave. "It has." The big warrior said, still somewhat breathlessly. Although in truth seeing the Prince's fine features anointed with the thick white fluid made the huge penis grow even more turgid. Gandthor felt a powerful urge to take the Prince and have his way with the boy's softer body. It was a harsh stab of lust that Gandthor was not experienced with. He moved his free hand to wipe the cum that had plastered one of Toren's eyes closed and wiped it away with the pad of a thumb. He took the scooped cum and put it into Toren's mouth, drawing out their encounter just a little more. With some level of calmness brought on by a partial soothing of his ardor, Gandthor knew that as much as he---and perhaps Toren---might want more, they could not afford to spend the entire day here. They needed to make progress to another town and put some distance between them and the site of the failed raid. He felt bad about not reciprocating the attentions that Toren had graced him with. Gandthor wanted to part Toren's lower cheeks and have Prince a mewling, melty mess as he tongued the boy's hole but now was not the time.


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Adam listened as his sister started talking and he raised an eyebrow when she expressed such confidence that she would win. He wasn't so sure, she had seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the vodka, though he could be wrong. But before he could say anything in response, she pointed out that they would probably just end up doing both anyway and he had to agree. If he won, then he would probably end up eating her out when she was done just because he wanted to and he suspected that the same would happen if she won. So when she proposed making the bet more interesting, Adam found himself not quite following where she was going at first, probably the effect of the alcohol on him since he had already killed his glass of vodka and thus had more than she had at this point. What else could they really do to make the bet even more interesting. There was really only one thing left for them.

"Are you talking about..." he hesitated for a moment to say the actual word, "Sex?" They had never really talked about that before. Adam had always just sort of assumed that that wasn't really on the table for them. Sure, they messed around a lot, but sex had always seemed like just a step too far for them to go. But, if he was being totally honest with himself, he would have to admit that he'd thought about it before. It was hard not to when your sister's lips were around your cock and she looked so damn sexy. But actually going through with it, they couldn't actually do that. Or could they? Who would really know if they did? It wasn't like anything was gonna happen if they did and their parents would certainly never find out that they had lost their virginity before getting married. So was there any real harm in it?

"Is that what you're thinking, sis," he asked her, his mind now a little more made up on hoping that was the case, "Because, I think that I would like that. But how does that work into the bet?" He looked at her, having a feeling that he might've read things wrong. But he was committed to this line of conversation now and he would leave it up to Amy to decide if they followed it or if she tried to take it down a different route.

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Amy giggled nervously when Adam suggested she was implying sex. She hadn't really thought about it when she'd said it, but in retrospect what was there beyond sucking Adam off? Her mind was swirling, the booze making her thought process all the more impaired. What if he rested it against her and they did that, rubbing it but not putting it in she thought to herself. "Well," she said, blushing, "I wasn't thinking like actual sex, but maybe something close?" She took another sip from her drink, "What if we stopped just before sex?"

His question about the bet was a bit of a sticker, if he won he'd want to do that, sex or something close to it. But if she won, what would she want from him? She had to admit she wanted to experience it too, but she knew they shouldn't, that if they had sex, she might wind up like Alice. "I don't know" Alice admitted, "If you win you'll want to. And I win, well I kinda want to. So do we just say fuck it and do it? Or could we do something that's like it but isn't? Rub parts together but not inside me? Would that work?" She didn't realize just how hard that was, that once he got a taste he'd have a hard time not going all the way, as would she.

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Adam watched as his sister tried to figure out what exactly she had meant, meaning that she hadn't really thought her words through either. It was probably the result of the alcohol since the twins were usually pretty good at thinking things through. But right now, their judgment was a little impaired or they probably wouldn't have even been thinking about what they were thinking about. And when she mentioned the idea of rubbing parts together, he thought about it a little more before he couldn't help but grin a bit. That was an interesting start, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought that they could do something that would be a little more fun. And if she was willing to try rubbing them together, then he didn't see why she wouldn't be willing to at least consider this idea.

"I mean, it probably could," he said to her, "But maybe we could go a little further than that, you know? Maybe I could just like, put the tip in? It wouldn't go any further than that, just the tip for a couple of seconds and then back out." He looked at his sister, the alcohol fueling what was probably not a very bright idea a lot more than it probably should've been. Still, it would ultimately be up to his sister on whether or not she was willing to go with it. Besides, even if she didn't, the idea of rubbing them together still sounded pretty fun.

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Amy bit her lip when Adam suggested that perhaps he could put just the tip of his penis inside her. The idea was exciting, she'd had him in her mouth, so why would it be an issue to have him stick it in there for a little. Wasn't like he was going to cum in her if it was only for a second or two. But was it sex? Her parent's had been adamant that if a man put his penis inside her, even a little, that was sex and she'd lose her virginity. But was it really? Alice had sex, she'd seen Alice's guy friends all the way inside her once or twice when she'd accidentally walked in, and they wouldn't be doing that.

She was understandably nervous and sipping on her vodka like it was water. By now the burning was gone, her throat numb, and she was feeling light headed. "What if? What if you don't pull out quickly?" she asked, a bit worried he might not, Alice had said boys couldn't help it, once they were in a girl, they stayed there till they were done. "Maybe we could, but maybe rub it against me first? Then just the tip?" She was looking up at him, her brother, torn between wanting to say no, and desperately wanting to do it, see why Alice loved sex so much. In the moment she wanted him to make the choice for them, decide what they did.

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Adam wasn't surprised that there was a little bit of hesitation on Amy's part. They had seen their sister get pregnant because she wasn't careful and had sex with guys. And while she might not have told their parents, it was more than one guy, something the twins had helped her cover up. But at the same time, he knew his twin sister and he knew when she was actually concerned and didn't want to actually do something and when she was just seeking reassurance that things would be fine. And right now, even with both of them being a little tipsy, he could tell that she really just wanted him to give her the reassurance that they would be careful and that nothing bad would happen. That was something that he was very much capable of handling, he had many many times before.

"Come on, sis," he said with a soft chuckle, "You remember how long it took for me to cum when you put me in your mouth? It's not like I'm gonna put the tip in and explode, you know?" He smiled as he pulled her closer and gave her a long, slow kiss that he knew would help to set her mind at ease. He loved the taste of her lips on his and hoped that he could keep doing this with her for a long time, though he did know that it would have to end sooner or later. Pulling back from the kiss just a little bit, he smiled at her. "How about this? We put the tip in just for a couple of seconds and then after I pull it out, I'll put my head between your legs and then when you're done, you can put me in your mouth and see if you can taste yourself on it. How's that sound?"

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Amy listened to Adam as he explained that he'd taken a while the time she'd sucked him off, so wouldn't pop off and squirt as soon as he entered her. She wanted to respond back what Alice had told her, but she trusted Adam when he said he'd pull out. She was going to say something when she felt his lips press against hers. He always had a way of reassuring her, and he'd never lead her wrong when she'd let him take the lead, so why would she be worried now?

She stepped back, still holding her glass, as their lips parted, the kiss unexpected but welcome. His words were reassuring, he knew as well as she did what had happened to their sister when she'd fooled around and let boys stick it in her. Looking up at him, those soft loving eyes, the last resistance and worry melted away, helped in part by the Vodka making her tipsy and less inhibited. "Okay Adam," she said softly, "If you promise me you'll be careful, maybe you can hold it in a little longer. You didn't cum quickly when I sucked you off, so why would you now?" She giggled a little when he suggested she could taste herself on him after.

Her hand shook a little as she giggled, and she stumbled a little, spilling some of her drink on her shirt. "Oops," she remarked, "Maybe this is stronger then I thought Adam. Tastes good though, just like you Bro." She giggled, tripping again, spilling more on her shirt, soaking the front. "Jeez," she remarked. "Now I smell like a drunk. I should probably go change clothes, or go have a shower. Wanna come?"

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Adam didn't need to hear her words to know that he'd calmed Amy enough to agree to what he was saying. It was always fun knowing that he could talk her into just about anything. Then again, he knew it wasn't really talking her into it as much as easing her concerns so that she would be more comfortable doing something that she actually wanted to do. And it was clear that she wanted to do this, especially when she told him that he could hold it in a little longer so long as they were careful. He smiled as she said that, knowing that they were in agreement. The only question was where they were going to do it. He figured that one of their bedrooms would be the best place for it since it was a comfortable place for them to continue their play and would be a very familiar place for that sort of thing.

But before he could make any suggestions about the matter, he watched as spilled some of what was left of her vodka on her shirt. And then she started giggling and making a comment about how it tasted good like him. He couldn't help but chuckle as she said that and carefully took the now almost empty cup from her hands and set it down. "I think that a shower would be good for both of us," he said with a chuckle, "After all, don't you like it better when I'm all clean before we play?" He chuckled, knowing that the sole reason he's switched from showering in the morning to showering at night was because of an offhand comment she had made about how she had liked touching him more the one time their parents had been gone for the day and they'd messed around right as he was coming out of the shower.

With the glass now out of her possession, he started to help Amy up the stairs, noting that both of their balance going up the stairs was a bit rough, but they made it. Once they reached the bathroom, he would chuckle and start to undress himself. By this point, he had no shame in being naked in front of his sister. He had a strong, lean build that showed he took good care of himself. His cock, semi-hard from the conversation earlier, wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. And as he turned to look at his sister, his eyes had a slightly hungry look at the thought of her naked form. "Should I get the water heated up while you undress, sis?" he teased as he moved to the shower and turned on the water, knowing exactly how she liked it and getting it ready for her.

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Things seemed to happen really fast for Amy all of a sudden. Adam removing the now almost empty glass from her hand, suggesting a shower would be good for them, reminding her how she liked him clean and showered before they fooled around. And she did, the shower washed off all the boy sweat, leaving him clean and tasty, the slightest musky scent to him which she'd liked when she'd given him head. Even before, giving him hand jobs and kissing he tasted so much nicer after a shower rather then after a day spent in his own skin. "I do Adam," she giggled, "You smell so clean and edible." Part of that was his bodywash, it made him smell citrusy, fruity, a nice fragrant smell.

Her balance wasn't great, horrible might be a proper word, as she made her way up the stairs to the second floor, Adam supported her, unsteady likewise. The two made it upstairs to the master bedroom where the walk in shower was. Being the master bedroom, and therefore the parent's space, neither had showered together in it, though Amy had by herself a time or two. It was a bit of a risk if anyone walked in but minimal at that moment. Not that Amy was concerned, she was watching her brother undress, something she'd seen many a time, and even his penis, as forbidden as it was, she'd seen exactly like this so it didn't embarrass her in any real way. She began to undress also, shorts and shirt quickly joining his clothes on the floor. "Might as well," she said, starting to remove the last articles of clothing.

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The trip upstairs had been interesting and actually had reminded Adam of that time when they were kids and had done that three-legged race together. It had required them to work together, just like getting up the stairs just had. And just like the race that they'd won, the twins had figured it out pretty easily. And now that they were upstairs and in the master bathroom, the only with a shower that was really big enough for them both, Adam was getting the settings just right for their shower. He knew that his sister liked them hotter than he did, so he made sure that it was hotter than he tended to like it so she would be happy. After all, he always wanted to try and make her happy as that generally resulted in him being happy. Turning his head towards her, he watched as she finished stripping away her clothing, loving how good she looked naked.

Grinning, he approached her and placed his hands on her hips gently. "You look so good naked, sis." he said softly. Still smiling, he leaned down and kissed her slowly, pulling her closer so that their naked bodies were touching. He felt his cock twitch at the sensation, but he didn't act on it other than to enjoy the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away. "Come on, let's get in so we can finish before the water starts to get cold." It was an unfortunate issue with the house that the water tank was old and didn't do that great of a job, so longer hot showers were a bit of a crap shoot. And since he knew she'd want to get out as soon as the water temperature started to drop, he guided her into the shower so that they could enjoy it as long as possible. Grinning as he watched the water slowly run down his sister's naked body, he couldn't help but enjoy it. "You look even better when you're wet." he joked, missing how that could be taken multiple ways.

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Amy blushed a little as Adam came over placing his hands on her hips, complementing her. Most of the time they'd been semi-naked, in one of their beds fooling around so this moment, the first time she'd really been properly naked in front of him, was different, arousing, a little scary in some ways. She stepped closer, letting him pull her in, kiss her neck. The smell of vodka was strong on both but she didn't care as tingles ripped down her spine when her brother kissed her and his cock pressed against her mons and belly. She idly wondered what it might feel like all the way inside her, Alice seemed to enjoy it despite the risks she'd taken, the baby she had. Was it that good that a girl would risk a baby to have a guy deep in her belly?

She followed him into the shower, stepping under the rain shower head in the ceiling that started to drench the both of them. "So do you," she said, stepping closer to him, running her hands over his now wet skin, fingers gravitating towards his cock. "I suppose now that we're showering, you could slip a little of it in me, kinda like they did in that movie, just not all the way? All the way I lose my virginity and it's not safe, but just an inch or two Adam is okay."

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Adam let out a low sigh of pleasure as he felt his sister's hands on his skin, just exploring his body. It wasn't the first time, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable for him to have her touching him. His eyes were partially closed as he just focused on the sensations as her hands seemed to gravitate lower down his belly and towards his cock. He knew that she shouldn't be touching him like this, but he couldn't help but enjoy it. It made him think about what else they could be doing and his imagination was beginning to run wild and that was before she made the comment about how since they were in the shower, this would be a good place for him to slip it in a bit. She said that an inch or two was okay and as much as he knew they both wanted more, they both understood how risky that could be and were wanting to hold back and not do the same things that their sister had done.

"Alright Amy," he said, "Just an inch or two, nothing more." Reaching out, he gently guided her so that her back was turned to him and she was leaning over slightly so she could support herself on the shower wall. They had seen this in a couple of the videos that they'd watched together, but that didn't mean it wasn't at least a little awkward to sort out. Fortunately, one issue he didn't have to worry about was getting hard. The anticipation and his sister's touch had been more than enough to get him hard, so it was just a matter of taking a couple of seconds to position himself behind her properly and then to guide his cock towards her entrance. He wasn't sure if it was just the water or if Amy was really turned on, but she was definitely plenty wet as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance before he carefully guided the tip of his cock into her.

He couldn't help but let out a low groan as he slipped into her, her pussy tight around him. He found himself desperately wanting to go as deep into her as he could, but he was able to keep control of himself and only let the first inch or two slip into her before he stopped. "This feels way better than I thought it was going to," he said, his voice slightly breathless as the pleasure washed over him, "I can see why all the guys at school are obsessed with the idea." Adam was taking a minute to just savor this before he was going to try thrusting a bit, something happened. He wasn't sure if he slipped or if Amy did or if they both lost their balance for just a moment, but whatever it was, it threw them off a bit. And as the twins struggled to regain their balance, Adam let out what couldn't only be described as a moan of pure bliss as his cock accidentally drove all the way into his sister's pussy, taking her virginity and resulting in the twins now knowing exactly how good it felt.

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"Thank you," Amy whispered as he promised her just an inch or two. She kissed him before turning around as he guided her to the edge of the shower wall. In the movie the girl had leaned up against the wall, arching her back a little, spreading her legs as the guy kept caressing her flanks, slapping her butt as he called her dirty words Amy didn't dare repeat. Amy tried to repeat what she saw, and while it wasn't that hard, getting it just right in the slippery wet shower so her brother could slip just the tip inside, bury his glans between her lips, maybe nestle against her hymen, but no deeper, that was the hard part. It took a few tries but they figured it out, his cock sliding between her lips, parting them, before he pushed in the remaining inch or so she'd said he could.

The feeling of him slipped inside her even just a little was heavenly, the best thing she'd ever felt in her life, even better then chocolate and coffee ice-cream, and that was saying a lot as she'd declared that the best thing she'd ever had in her life. "It does," Amy moaned softly, "The guys, and our sister. No wonder she snuck boys in under Mom's nose." Amy closed her eyes, drinking in the feeling, pressed against the shower, her brother just inside her. This wasn't sex, not yet, he had to go all the way in for it to be that, this was just foreplay, making out. Closing her eyes wasn't the best move however as tipsy as she was, she lost her balance, a foot slipped on the wet tile.

The slip caused her hip to drop a little and rotate, and when one foot went, the second soon followed. She tried to recover, did get her footing back, but even as she did she felt a stinging sensation between her legs followed a sudden feeling of fullness, the pleasure magnified as she took his entire length inside her. She didn't realize at first what had happened, but groaned with pleasure as she discovered why her older sister was so enamored of sex. Once she regained her footing she looked down, realizing this wasn't an inch anymore. "Adam?" she asked, "Are you? Did we? All the way?" She didn't really need to be told as the realization struck her. "We did didn't we? All of it's in me isn't it?" She wasn't making a move to slide off him or ask him to pull out though, it just felt so damn good.


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Heliodoro had been sent out on patrol with some of the other soldiers of Pylos. While the patrol hadn't been a fruitful one, at least none of the soldiers that had been sent along with him had been wounded. Off in the distance, he could make out the figure of a man, but from this distance, he couldn't see who in particular.

He shivered as the air grew just a bit colder with the breeze. He wasn't sure how to react to Odysseus' appearance here, or to the whole war generally. He had a duty as a citizen, and would perform to the best of his ability, even if he just wanted to go home.

As he grew closer, he recognized the man---Nicomede, a friend of Heliodoro's and his unit's captain. "Nicomede, I'd certainly hope a fellow man of Pylos would be able to recognize me," he teased, gathering several documents the others had written reports on for the patrol. "The patrol just finished up---we didn't encounter any real resistance, but the others in it took some notes on what they thought might be worth further investigating, as well as the general area," the younger man continued.

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Nicomede paused for a moment upon hearing the voice that responded. A soft grin graced Nicomede's dry lips, Heliodoro was there. Nicomede wasn't surprised by the appearance of his friend, all able body men from Pylos were there, but he hadn't expected to run into his friend so soon. On the boats Nicomede was originally a part of another unit, but due to the number of men the lost in the initial attack, Nicomede had been transferred to another unit as their captain. It was a promotion Nicomede wasn't expecting, but one he had taken without a thought predominantly because Captains got their own small tent.

"Heliodoro!" He happily called out before making his way down the slope of the small sandy hill. "I'm glad to hear that there hasn't been any real resistance on your end. The group that went south experience some great resistance," Nicomede said as he finally came before Heliodoro.

After so many death's Nicomede was glad to see someone he cared about still alive. This thought was what spurred Nicomede into pulling Heliodoro into a quick hug, patting the mans back. "It is good to see you Heliodoro." Nicomede always had a weak spot for his younger friend. The first time they met Nicomede was struck with how handsome Heliodoro was. The more Nicomede had gotten to know the younger man the more Nicomede had grown to care for him. Nicomede, however, had stamped his more romantic feelings out to create a disillusion that he only card for Heliodoro like the man was a close friend.

"My patrol is also coming to an end if you want to return with me. Perhaps we can have dinner together as well, it has been a while since we have last spoken," Nicomede suggested. Since they weren't on the same ship, Nicomede hadn't seen his friend since they were in Pylos. While there wasn't much to catch up on it would be nice to still talk. With Heliodoro, Nicomede never found it hard to find something to talk about.

Nicomede's back up crested the sandy hill Nicomede had just descended from. His hands were on his knees as he took a break to gasp for breath. Nicomede couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Stay there Irenaeus," Nicomede call out, not wanting to carry his partner back to camp if he collapsed. "That was our, or at least my, cue to go." Nicomede said as he began to make the journey back up the hill.

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Heliodoro was glad to make his way down the hill he was on, relaxing as the other men began to lower their spears and stand down. He chuckled as Nicomede rolled his eyes at Irenaeus, pulling the man into a hug, catching his breath as he began to follow the older man. The air had grown cooler, and he shivered slightly.

"Aye, I'd be glad to dine with you tonight. It's been far too long since we spoke," he said with a warm smile. Motioning to his men, they began to follow, splitting off soon as the camp came into view. When the two were alone at Nicomede's tent, Heliodoro continued.

"I'd like to get cleaned up before we eat. If you'd like to join me, I can't say I'd turn down the company, though I understand if not." He offered the older man a particular look as well.

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"It has been too long," Nicomede admitted. When the war was announced, and the Kingdom of Pylos had started gathering men it was all too easy to get caught up in the whirlwind. Nicomede had gone from seeing his friend a minimum of once a week to maybe one every month. Nicomede didn't mean to be a bad friend, but between hunting down someone to take care of his small farm and the nonstop training, his mind had been on other matters. Then when they sailed away from the safety of Pylos they had been on separate ships, so it really had been too long. The closer to the bustling camp they got, the more the other men started to peel off. Nicomede already had all the reports he needed, so he did not bat an eye to their departure. In fact, he was grateful for it because he had no wish to entertain a larger gathering, much preferring a simple meal with his friend to catch up with what had happened since they last saw each other.

Nicomede was moments away from opening the tent flat when Heliodoro spoke up. A chance to clean up wouldn't be horrible. While Nicomede's skin wasn't cover in blood, it was covered in dust, sand, and sweat from the last few grueling hours. What caught him off guard was what Heliodoro was offering. Nicomede was no fool, he could see the look that the other man gave him as clear as day. It stirred up the long tamped down longing in Nicomede's chest. Originally, he had denied himself the opportunity to grow closer to Heliodoro because Nicomede had still been in mourning. His last partner, a handsome kindhearted doctor, had been killed on their journey back to Pylos. Meeting Heliodoro at the time was just bad timing. Nicomede felt bad for finding someone else attractive soon after the passing of his partner, but to fix that he stamped out his feelings. Now, a few years had passed and Nicomede didn't know how long the two of them would live. Heliodoro was giving him a perfect opportunity to give in to his feelings.

"On patrol I found a grotto," He offered up. The grotto was not far from the camp and could be found a little bit before the river joined the ocean. It was the first thing Irenaeus and Nicomede had stumble upon when they were mapping out the area. Nicomede had been the one to investigate the cave for any hiding Trojans. What he found was a nice bathing area where the two could have some privacy. Nicomede wasn't so prudish that he needed the privacy, but in this moment privacy sounded amazing. Nicomede went into his tent for a split second, dropping the reports on his desk and grabbing a few bathing essentials. Stepping back out he gestured for Heliodoro to follow, taking a path that had very few soldiers mingling. One thing was clear, despite so few out, many had found a partner to help alleviate their urges. Nothing was better than a romp after an intense battle.

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Heliodoro was glad to follow the older warrior. Although before the war he had seen Nicomede quite frequently, they had grown more distant, being placed on separate ships and Nicomede having his own problems to solve before they sailed from Pylos. Luckily, Heliodoro had managed to set up his tent near Nicomede's, so the two were able to catch up more often now.

"Oh? Where is this grotto you've found?" he asked. He knew that most of the men simply cleaned up in the ocean or the river, but a chance for privacy? That was something to be enjoyed, and Heliodoro couldn't wait for it. The chance to be with Nicomede, especially for a first time, excited him greatly.

He went into his own tent to grab several other bathing essentials, setting his reports in his trunk and locking it up before rejoining Nicomede.

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"The grotto is a little ways up the river," Nicomede said, finally replying to Heliodoro's question. The grotto was also going to be slightly annoying to reach. The terrain surrounding it was not well trodden, causing a nonexistent path along the rocky and hilly terrain. They would have to pick their own path through the shrubs and rocks, but the respite would be worth it. A moment of peace while at war was a rare occurrence.

As they drew closer Nicomede stopped for a moment. There was a bend of the river, and in this bend was their goal. "You can't see it from here, but the entrance to cave is right there," he said pointing at the small indent of rocks in the bend of the river. Despite Irenaeus having numerous flaws, the man's eyes were sharp. He had been the one to notice the indent in the rocks and the one to spur Nicomede into exploring it.

With more grace than the first time he explored the grotto, Nicomede traversed down the sandy hillside. Any time he came across a difficult spot he was quick to alert Heliodoro with the last bit being particularly difficult. Jumping down into the very shallow part of the river, Nicomede offered his hand to help Heliodoro down. From this angle the entrance of the grotto was visible. The waters leading into the cave was thankfully shallow.

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Heliodoro nodded, taking Nicomede's hand and making his way down, listening intently as he mentioned where the entrance to the cave was. He landed in the shallowest part of the river with a splash, staying close behind as he quickly followed the older man into the grotto. As the two entered the warren, the younger man took Nicomede's hand in his own, softly squeezing it as he set his bathing gear and clothing down off to the side of the riverbank.

He rummaged through his bathing gear in the small bag he had brought, pulling out several small bottles of a scented oil---loot he had taken from several of the raids he had been a part of. Returning to his equipment, he pulled out two goblets and a small flask of wine, splitting it between the two goblets and offering one to Nicomede.

"Nicomede, I know that my initial offer was sudden," Heliodoro spoke softly. "I..." The young man's voice trailed, the words struggling to come out of his mouth. "I think that I... I've felt more than mere friendship with you. I know that I withheld that from you, and I'm sorry---I just... I wasn't sure how you'd react, and I didn't want to hurt you. I know my offer was sudden, but if you'd be willing... I think I'd like my first time to be with you, if you're still willing."

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Nicomede returned Heliodoro's soft squeeze with his own before he slipped his hand out of Heliodoro'. He had no issues with holding the sword calloused hand is his, in fact he relished in the simple human contact. Nicomede, however, had to let go in order to put his things down. His own small bag contained additional bottles of oils, one of which was scented and another unscented, along with a strigil. He knew that Heliodoro's suggestion was a promise for something more, something Nicomede was not opposed to, but he also wasn't joking about bathing. He wanted to wash away the grime of sailing and war first. To him his skin felt gritty from the salt air and all the sand. He knew he would only have a temporary reprieve from the grittiness, but he would take whatever he could get.

Nicomede accepted the goblet of wine with a soft thanks and a smile. He didn't sip from his goblet right away though, his brown eyes laid on Heliodoro's young handsome face as he tried to express his thoughts. Nicomede wanted to hear Heliodoro's words and he wanted the younger man to work through it if only to help the younger man's emotional state.

As the last words fell from Heliodoro's lips, Nicomede closed the small gap between them. With his free hand he cupped Heliodoro's cheek as if he was holding a fragile treasure that must be treasured. Though in Nicomede's eyes he was. "You would not have hurt me by admitting your feelings my beloved friend," Nicomede softly said, his eyes warm with reassurance. "I fear I would have been the one to hurt you. If you had told me sooner I may have rebuked your advances, not because I do not feel the same way, but because I was still grieving. The day before Odysseus' arrival I had decided to be true to myself and end my grieving. Then the war was announced, and I will admit I was distracted. Honestly, I feared that I lost my chance to tell you the truth, though I see now I had nothing to fear."

Nicomede paused for a moment, eyes scanning Heliodoro's face before leaning in. The kiss was rather chaste and gentle, and it was over rather quickly. Nicomede's intention was to show just how much the other man meant to him, and he felt like he did well. "I would be honored though first I think we both need a bath. I am fairly certain my skin is mostly composed of salt and sand," he lightly said. Nicomede held Heliodoro's cheek for a few more seconds before stepping away so he could remove his sandals and clothes.

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Heliodoro smiled, taking a sip from his own wine before placing his own smaller hand on Nicomede's face. Setting the wine off to the side, he let the older warrior pull him close, gingerly being guided into a tender and chaste kiss. He nodded solemnly as Nicomede told his story, smiling as the man's warm eyes comforted him.

"I completely understand," Heliodoro said with a nod. "I cannot begin to know what it is like to lose a spouse, but... I completely understand." Heliodoro softly gasped when the other man stepped away, softly chuckling at the man's jest. "I suppose I could use one as well, if you would allow me," he said, removing his sandals before stepping back to the other man. And with that, Heliodoro leaned in to steal another kiss from the warrior, not wanting to leave him.

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"I would never dare insult you and say you need a bath. I would, however, recommend one," he teasingly responded as he easily slipped his sandals off and the chiton followed seconds later. Nicomede was as bare as the day he was born, and just as unbothered by it. The older warrior was comfortable in his skin, especially with all the scars that littered his body. To him every scar had a story and a purpose. Some were hard lessons, like how to pull a shield up faster to avoid an arrow to the shoulder. Others were from stupid moments, like breaking a sandal and falling into a tree stump. All of them he accepted and never fretted over.

He laid his chiton and belt down in a neat pile and turned to face Heliodoro. He gave the younger man an appreciative glance before the man leaned in to steal a kiss. Nicomede was more than happy to comply with the kiss. Unlike the previous kiss, which was chaste and gentle, Nicomede drew out the kiss and did his best to convey the longing and passion he had for Heliodoro.

When he eventually pulled away a smile found its way onto his lips and shone in his eyes. "Come, before I get carried away," he said, leading them into the lukewarm water. The grotto wasn't very deep and only reached Nicomede's waist. While he did long for a little bit warmer water, he was grateful that the waters weren't frigid. More importantly, he finally felt like his skin wasn't comprised of only sand and salt. The irritating feeling finally going away with a few quick scrapes of the strigil.

While he cleaned himself, he kept close to Heliodoro. Being with Heliodoro was easy and comfortable. It was just like the long nights they spent in each other's company in Pylos. The difference was that there night wouldn't be ending with a simple wave goodbye.

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Heliodoro laughed at the jest, quickly tossing his own chiton on top of Nicomede's. The young man admired the elder's body, broad and strong with years of experience, moving close to Nicomede with a smile. His hand wrapped around the other's waist, and his eyes roamed the man's body. "Well, I would certainly be glad to share a bath with you, if you would let me clean you up," he said with a laugh, before placing his hand behind Nicomede's head.

He softly pulled the older man close, crashing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss before his other hand began to explore Nicomede's body.