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Chapter Ten: Back to Ostagar
The Korcari Wilds – Fereldan
Aedan lightly fingered the leather pouch at his waist as Morrigan lead the four men through the Wilds and back towards Ostagar. Alistair had taken the treaties first but Aedan had been forced to snatch them from him when Alistair began treating them like any other document. The treaties were thousands of years old and even if they were held together by magic Aedan didn't want them disintegrating from less than careful handling. When this had been explained to Alistair the blood had drained from his face and he had practically flung the treaties at Aedan who had experience with delicate old documents from the records vault in Castle Highever.
The conversation with Morrigan's mother had been interesting. The very definition of a wizened old crone Flemeth also seemed to have lost her mind at some point along the way. When Morrigan had brought them before her Daveth and Ser Jory had cowered as far away as possible while Aedan had strode up to her in every way broadcasting the confidence and power of the Teyrn of Highever. Alistair, nervous though he was, stood at Aedan's shoulder templar powers at the ready.
Flemeth had toyed with the two other recruits first gaining pleasure from their terror and embarrassing her daughter at the same time before brushing over Alistair and focusing on Aedan.
"And you, handsome lad, what do you believe?" She had asked amusedly.
"I'm not sure what to believe." Aedan had answered honestly. Rule one of being Teyrn, gather as much information as possible before you make your decision pup. Bryce Couslands voice sounded in his youngest sons head. Of course with the speed a Teyrn is required to act you'll rarely have that luxury, in that case trust your instincts, trust your friends and take a leap of faith."
Flemeth looked surprised and impressed as did Morrigan. Aedan had once again confounded the two who had done this many times before. Ser Jory snorted in disgust, no doubt at Aedan's supposed stupidity in not knowing what to believe.
"A statement that holds far more wisdom than it implies." Flemeth replied with a respectful nod to Aedan and a look to Ser Jory as a cat would look at a mouse.
Flemeth had continued tearing pieces out the other recruits until Alistair had ordered her to hand over the treaties. Amused Flemeth had done so, revealing she had protected them from scavengers. While Alistair blushed again Aedan was far more doubtful that that was why Flemeth had removed them. Still he tanked Flemeth with all of the grace and decorum required for addressing a great lady making the old woman gaze at him with a penetrating look before issuing a final warning that the blight was far worse than the grey wardens feared and telling Morrigan to lead them back to Ostagar by the shortest route.
The group had been walking for several hours since they left Flemeth's hut along small tracks through the marshes that didn't appear on the map and it seemed were only known by the locals. While constantly keeping an eye out for any sign of a Fereldan scouting party, and thus a chance of finding Fergus, Aedan had hung as far back as possible from the others hoping that Alistair would notice and fall back to join him.
Alistair had done so a few minuets ago and now walked at Aedan's side. Aedan was trying to work out how to ask why Alistair had had such a strong reaction to his 'swooping is good' reply. Alistair however beat him to it.
"So… a Prince huh? As in a man?" Alistair asked quietly and as if he were having to force the words out.
Aedan closed his eyes and prayed to the maker for strength. "Yes Alistair as in a man."
"So… you don't… like…girls? At all?"
"No Alistair I am not attracted to women in any sexual way whatsoever. Men are the only gender that I want to have sexual relations with."
Alistair was now blushing franticly and had his eyes rock steady on the ground. Aedan felt a knot of fear settle in his stomach. The Qunari considered Homosexuality an abomination and in their capitol of Par Vollen anyone found practicing it was executed, in Antiva same sex relationships were actively encouraged for those who had the desire. The other countries of Thedas lay somewhere in the middle, here in Fereldan same sex relationships were viewed as an oddity. The same way an ordinary person would view a vegetarian, 'its not for me but hey, if you want to then carry on.' There were however always exceptions.
Please don't let him be one of those who take the Qunari view. Aedan prayed franticly. I don't want to lose my friend so soon after I've met him.
"Oh." Alistair finally said in a small voice before looking up and seeing the fear written all over Aedan's face. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you think… I mean… that is… Ummm… Oh look! I have Cheese! Want to share?" Alistair finally exclaimed holding up a block of Edam from his pack and offering some to Aedan.
Aedan's hysterical laughter caught the attention of the three other members of the group who all snorted and continued on. When he finally managed to stop laughing Aedan did indeed take the block of cheese from the madly blushing Alistair and broke it in half, handing one back to him. Accepting the peace offering in the spirit in which it was given.
They walked in a comfortable silence for several more minuets before Alistair's insatiable curiosity finally got the better of him again.
"So did your family know?" Alistair asked. Eamon would have thrown me into the Chantry immediately if I had shown the same desires. Is that what a family is supposed to do? Is that why Aedan was so scared of my reaction?
Aedan had to madly fight the laughter again. "Oh yes." He managed to get out between giggles. "Yes they did."
Castle Highever, Fereldan – Six years ago
22 year old Fergus Cousland had been married to his wife Oriana for three years and their son Oren was now two years old. Except when bantering with his 14 year old brother Aedan, Fergus was calm and collected as he learned from his father the importance of appearing unruffled and in control in any unexpected situation.
Which was why it was a complete surprise to Bryce and Eleanor Cousland when their eldest son staggered into the study looking traumatized and mumbling incoherently.
"Fergus! Fergus darling what's wrong?" Eleanor asked quickly.
"Aedan." Fergus managed to get out before groaning and hiding his head in his hands again.
"Aedan? What about Aedan? Is he in danger?"
"Aedan… Gilmore… barracks… swords out…" Fergus mumbled before hiding his face again.
"Aedan is in danger! Guardsmen with me!" Bryce called out as he charged out the door to rescue his youngest from what Fergus seemed to have described as an assassination attempt by Highever's most promising knight. Eleanor charged out a moment later, inwardly she wondered how they could have been so wrong about the young knight and more importantly why Fergus hadn't tried to help protect his brother but those questions would have to wait until they had rescued her youngest son.
Young bodies pressed against each other, muscle slid over muscle, hands explored plains and ridges, lips kissed sweaty skin, fingers tangled in hair and a pouty mouth was stretched wide around hot, pulsing flesh.
The door to the barracks burst open as Teyrn Bryce Cousland ran though the door. "Freeze! Nobody move!"
Both he and his wife stopped dead at the sight that greeted them as the guards fanned out.
The sixteen year old red haired Ser Gilmore held tight with both hands to a leather belt that was hooked over a shield hanger fixed to the wall that he was still to young to reach. Forced to stand on tiptoes to reach and then hang on the belt his muscles were taught with the tension, his powerful body arched and on full display. The fear on his young face suddenly changed to ecstasy and he let his head hang limp behind him bearing his throat and arching his body even more.
"OOOOHHHHHH" Gil let out a long pleasure filled moan as Aedan, naked and on his knees before the young knight pulled his hands back from Gil's collarbone in surprise at his fathers entrance. Unfortunately for Gil that had meant ten fingernails had dragged down his arched and tense body and strait over his sensitive, unprotected nipples. Ten red welts began to appear adding still more pleasure to the overwhelmed knight.
Two of the guards shifted uncomfortably in their amour, Ser Gilmore's moan had only added to the problem they were developing courtesy of the sight before them. The young muscled red head was stretched to his absolute limit his body forming a perfect arch. Overwhelmed with pleasure his head hung limply back between his straining shoulders, ten bright red fingernail tracks marred his perfect skin from collarbone to navel radiating heat and pleasure. Gil's nipples stood proud and erect teeth marks showing where they had been twisted and bitten. His legs were straining to reach the ground on tiptoes and were held wide by Aedan's arms forcing his hips to form the apex of the arch, his manhood at his Lord's mercy.
Mercy the young Lord had clearly not been granting. Aedan's arms forced Gil's legs wide, his hands were filled with the stunning knights balls. Gil's thick, heavy cock which should be jutting proudly had been shown no mercy, it disappeared between Aedan's lips stretching the young lords mouth to its limit. Even now the head was caressed gently by Aedan's hot, talented tongue. The taste and feel of so much hot throbbing meat between his lips left the young lord unable to stop pleasuring his friend even with their audience.
Gil continued to twist, hot mewing whines slipping between his plump well kissed lips as, hidden from everyone else, Aedan's tongue continued to explore and torture the wonderful prize it had captured.
Shock had frozen the room, the only sounds were Ser Gilmore's obscene whines and mews, the result of his ongoing exquisite torture. Eleanor broke the relative silence. "I think I know what Fergus meant when he said swords dear." She commented to Bryce.
"I'm going to kill Fergus!" Aedan yelled.
Unfortunately Aedan had forgotten two things.
First he had forgotten his mouth was full so all anyone heard was "mph mmpphh mph mph mmmppphhh!"
Second he had forgotten what his mouth was full of. Already over stimulated the vibrations of Aedan attempting to curse around his cock caused Gil's body to explode with pleasure finally pushing the oversensitized, overwhelmed and incredibly embarrassed man over the edge.
"AH!" "mph" "AEDAN!" "mmpphh" "NOT IN FRONT OF!" "mph" "NO!" "mph" "AEDAN I!" "mmmppphhhh" "AH! AHH! AHHH! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ser Gilmore let out the loudest most ecstasy ridden moan any of them had ever heard as he withered, hanging from the wall brace. His large cock jerked and pulsed spurting his cum into Aedan's already obscenely stretched mouth forcing the young lord to swallow all of it. Not that he particularly minded.
Ser Gilmore hung limp and boneless as Aedan calmly pulled back resting on his heals his lips finally releasing his prize with a wet 'pop.'
The noise of Aedan releasing his prize along with the sight of Gil's bouncing, wet cock caused the two guards so inclined to reach their completion then and there. Thankfully they were muffled by Aedan's cursing.
"I am going to KILL FERGUS!"
"Well at least he's taught you not to speak with your mouth full." Eleanor quipped.
Bryce took one more look at his naked youngest son and the spent moaning knight before him before following his eldest into a whimpering traumatized coma. Bryce, Eleanor and all but two of the Guards followed Fergus's example and stampeded out the door. The remaining two wanted some tips, but they were quite happy to wait.
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