Lo and behold he saw… Max masturbating while watching porn. He was dazed at the sight before him, but the silhouette size of Max's fully erect crotch dazed him the most. It was long and fleshy with Max's hand around it, bobbing up and down as he moaned in pleasure.
The youth wanted to stay longer, but he already had a boner. He immediately but gently went back to his room, considering that he didn't want to get caught by Max. Locking his door, he headed to bed, but couldn't sleep.
The scene he had saw earlier kept playing in his head. He tried coverings his head with his pillow whilst tightly shutting his eyes, but it wasn't working either. Max hot silhouette torso and crotch kept revealing itself in his head, Eradan couldn't think straight. He had always known he was gay since his third grade, although none of his family members knew about it, although his friends Riele and Kris knew. But this present stuff felt damn weird.
He was stuck with the memories of max, who he had never seen through that angle before, all horny and randy. 'Calm your thoughts and forget about max' He muttered within himself while taking deep breaths after breaths. Each breath slow and steady, luckily for him, it worked. Closing his eyes gently, he slept off.
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NAPELOEN REALM
KINGDOM OF AVORN.
(LAND OF MAGES)
Bulky braziers at each of the twelve malachite column lit up the lower level of a throne hall in a dancing glow of green. Thousands of malachite gems on the oblique ceiling danced in the flickering light, while dragon sculptures looked down upon the grey wood floor of this glorious hall.
A malachite rug ran straight from the throne to its entrance. Green banners with the image of a dragon intersected behind by two wands and also embellished sides, dropped from the walls. Between each banner, hanged a small chandelier all lit to illuminate the throne. Thick windows were bordered by veils colored the same green as the banners.
Two magnificent thrones of silver occupied by its owners (the king and his queen), sat beneath an impressively decorated baldachin adjoined by six equally lavished seats for the king's cabinet and visiting dignitaries, partly occupied by the king's cabinet members. The ongoing conversation between the royal family and its cabinet members was disrupted when a mage guard walked in.
"His highness, the great Alan seeks you" The mage guard knelt on one foot with his head down waiting for the king's reply.
"And perhaps, what! Does he seek me for?" king Oedipus asked with a cringe on his face while looking at the knelt down guard.
"It seems important. If his highness wants to find out, may I let him in?" The guard answered, receiving numerous glares from the high statued mages, accompanied by a wave of silence.
The royal mage family and its cabinet members were all lost in thought pertaining to the sudden visitation of it's renowned seer, but there was someone who wasn't perturbed by the seer's visitation… The queen. She sat on her throne smiling as she admired her well decorated nails.
"Very well then, Let him in" Breaking the silence the king ordered, bowing immediately the guard stood up and left to bring the seer.
"My Lord? What do you reckon Alan came for?" Asked one of the cabinets' member who was quite plump in stature. Looking at the curious cabinet member, the king said.
"I can't tell Gileath, perhaps he'll explain better when he comes…Ah! Here he is" The king added as the seer mage walked into the throne hall.
"Long live the royal family!, long live the kingdom of Avorn!" The seer knelt and stood up, pulling down his black hood. His eyes fixed on the man upon the throne. His woody staff in his hand.
"Very well Alan, what brings thou to my hall today?"
"If I must say, it's something of great importance… His highness…" Alan paused, taking time to scrutinize the nobles before him "The most dreaded war crawls it's way back"
"And what war could it be?" Inquired the curious Gileath as he looked sternly at the mage seer, his eyes all out, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking of.
"The war... Of… Armageddon" Four pairs of wide eyes were sent into frenzy at the mention of those words. Sparking separate reactions from all of them. Gileath choked on his spit, king Oedipus coughed while the remaining two member, Ared and Dalfa both gaped with their eyes wide open. They were fear ridden.
The most dreaded war in history was crawling it's way back! But how? How could it be?.. In their regime? Alan scanned their countenance as if searching for information, and he found out something…. The queen. Although the others didn't notice, but he marked that she seemed to be unfazed by the news, she heard, and he was going to find out why?
"Oedipus dear, I'll like to excuse myself as it is an important meeting" Queen Irene who seemed to notice Alan's curious stares towards her said "I wouldn't want to disturb" She added smilingly, revealing her white teeth.
"You may leave, my love" The already troubled king told his wife.
She stood up, stealing a quick furious glance at Alan, she left, leaving the men to their upcoming discussion.
"H–How'd you reckon… It's the war of Armageddon" Asked another cabinet member in a light voice, skinnier than the others. Who couldn't believe and digest what his ears had heard, fear written over him.
"Dalfa!" The king called looking at the skinny man, " The Alan clan has been a faithful helper to the royal family. I suggest he's quite accurate" He added. But wait! Something struck his mind. Wasn't Arzog trapped in the Calyx Bell of light and guarded by Asiralds in Hadnia? How could he possibly escape?
"Alan? How would you reckon the war of Armageddon, while Arzog remains trapped?" Oedipus voiced out with his chin on his palm, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and fear. "Would they fight without their leader?"
"His highness… Arzog might be trapped. But no one knows about his escape, but with the vision from the Klux" spreading out his wrinkled palm adorned with long black nailed fingers, he summoned a crystal clear transparent Orb, which glowed brilliantly despite the green illumination, in the castle "... I suppose his escape seems near"
"Can't we send more Asiralds to guard him" Ared chipped in "At least his escape deems impossible" he added.
"That won't be necessary, Lord Ared. Arzog has been trapped for two hundred yer's, he is certain to have made a devious escape plan. Sending more Asiralds, is weakening our power house during sudden wars" The seer stated.
"What then, do you suggest is the solution?" The king who got more worried and startled with his brow furrowed pried.
"My Klux has selectively chosen an individual from the mortal realm to lead us in this battle" Alan said but was halted when he wanted to explain further.
"A POWERLESS MORTAL HUMAN?! LEAD US… IN A POWERFUL WAR?!" Gileath blurted out loudly, he was amused and at the same time angry with what he heard, but was reprimanded by the king who called for silence, ordering the Mage seer to continue with his explanation.
"He isn't just a mere, weak, powerless mortal but…A BLESSED MANDRAUN!" Alan said"one with a remarkable ability" he explained further, leaving them all in another round of shock.
A mandraun from another realm?..save them? How could a mandraun come from the mortal realm? Mandrauns were known to be one of the most powerful supernaturals with special abilities, but they started becoming extinct after the first war of Armageddon when they sacrificed themselves to defeat the demon kingdom. A few of them still existed.
They began to mutter between themselves as they were too shocked to receive another weird news. Was this old mage playing riddles with them or something? Some began to harbor negative thought but decided to clear it. The old mage was saying the truth.
"So? you mean, waiting for this male mh-mo-mortal mandraun to arrive and help us during this war is the best idea?!" Questioned the doubting dalfa, which was answered with a slight nod from Alan. Although Dalfa couldn't believe his ears, he had to accept it. Gileath on the other hand questioned about how the so-called mortal realm mandraun could be brought to their realm. Giving a haughty smile, Alan answered.
"Has Lord gileath forgotten about the ability of the Klux?" He slightly raised the glowing Orb as all eyes were sent towards it. Muttering a few words the Orb vanished. Placing down his hand, "Lastly, thou highness and his cabinet should not worry too much about the war… I believe, Arzog's escape will not be early" he added, bringing relief towards the already worried high statued mages.
Alan's Last statement, felt like a soothing towards the troubled heart of the king and his cabinet members. At least they would have more time to prepare for the war.
"What about other kingdoms?... when do we plan to inform them about it?" Ared asked, shifting his attention towards the king.
"I say, ummm we—"
"The upcoming Napelagon his highness. It would be the best time to inform other kingdoms, for the chosen one would be around by then" The mage seer interrupted getting all their attention, with the king smiling and nodding in approval also fondling his quite lengthy Brown beards. His cabinet were also pleased with the idea.
With that the conversation was brought to an end. Alan excused himself to leave, which was permitted by the king, who kept conversing with his cabinet. He turned to leave, but felt something and stopped… He was being watched by someone. He looked towards the exit laterally opposite the throne, which was some metres away from the throne meant for the exit of the royal family. He couldn't see anyone there, but he felt the gaze.
Clearing his thought, he left the throne hall….
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Morning came sooner than later as eradan woke up to the knocking on his door.
Mmmhhh!
He stretched out as he sat straight on his messy bed, ignoring the knock on his door. He turned to the table beside his bed and took his phone to check the date.it was Friday. Dropping his phone, he stood up and went toward his door, to know the reason behind the early morning knocking, he opened it.
"Come" Was the only thing he'd heard as he was immediately pulled on his hand by his mother. Skipping a few steps, they went downstairs, all the way to their living room. What is she doing?he thought to himself just as they finally arrived in the living room. He saw his dad, Arielle and… MAX! The scenes of what happened the other night came rushing back, he felt hot. What were they doing there? Was there something he was missing? He looked around, pushing max's memories to the back of his mind.
"Umm, why was I dragged from my room to here?.. Is there something I'm missing?" He voiced out but was answered with a loud Happy Birthday Chant coming from them all, his dad, mom, his senior sis, although she didn't look enthusiastic about it, and lastly… his eyes fell on his handsome brother again.
His large bulge showing through his trouser, his well-defined torso and chiseled jaw, eradan began to fantasize as traced his brother's features. His lush Pink lips, his pointed nose, narrow eyes socketed with an alluring and sexy eyeballs endowed with a gray iris, his well arched eyebrows with one raised... Raised, no shit? It dawned to him that he had been staring at Max the entire time they sang for him, Max on the other hand who felt uncomfortable with the stare, raised an eyebrow.
Why am I becoming awkwardly attracted to max? He thought to himself as he shifted his gaze to his mother, a flush on his ears couldn't be missed.
"Awnn, my birthday baby's shy" His mother smiled as she noticed the blush on his face, thinking it was because of his birthday, but she was wrong... Her son was in another fantasy.
"Mum, I'm not…" He rebelled with a bright smile on his face, "And by the way, isn't my birthday meant to be tomorrow?" He looked at all of them as if trying to find out what was going on.
"We know sweetie" His mom said caressing his hair "it's just that your dad and I will be really busy… You know?" She took a brief look at her husband "We're planning on something grand for your birthday" she concluded, removing her hand from his messed up hair. Something grand… The youth thought within himself. Both max and Arielle had confusion etched on their faces…
WELLIDA