The Results of War
The Results of War
Chapter Twenty-Six: Castle Ostia
Okay, this is a mini-chapter, and I was actually gonna post it yesterday, but some social problems have come up, and I get
my wisdom teeth out on Monday, so I don't know how long it'll be before I update again, but enjoy!
The army headed atp Castle Ostia in the morning, preparing for the final battle against Nergal. Hector led the group beside Oswin, returning to his original armor and axe.
"This is so awkward." Hector said, weighing the weapon in his gloved hand.
"You weren't without your armor that long, were you?" Oswin asked.
"When I woke up after I was captured, it was gone, so if that's any indication…"
"You were without it for quite some time. You'll get used to it again; you've used the axe since you were a boy."
"True."
Eliwood, riding on his new steed, rode beside Marcus, the paladin looking over at the solemn lord.
"Milord...what happened wasn't your fault." He said.
"Ninian died because of me, Marcus. I should have thought before my actions; what I did was inexcusable."
"Milord, you cannot be so hard on yourself…"
"Why not, Marcus? I took a girl's life!" He snapped.
"It was Nergal, not you." Marcus said quietly.
"Marcus, I…" Eliwood turned to the paladin, his voice much softer, "Why do you do this? Why do act like you care?"
"Because I do." He replied fiercely at the same volume.
"Then stop playing these games with me! I…I want to talk to you when we get to the castle. Alone."
With that, the lord rode forward to talk to Harken. Marcus sighed.
"Troubles?"
The paladin turned to see Legault walking along beside him.
"Nothing that you should be concerned with." The paladin replied icily.
"Hey, take some advice and make your move. A guy like that won't be available much longer."
"That's your lord that you are talking about!" Marcus snapped.
"I don't care, and neither should you. Listen, Marcus; this war is almost over, and when it ends, I doubt that you'll be spending this much time with Eliwood. So move in and take what's rightfully yours. He cares for you."
They arrived at the castle that evening, everyone heading to their rooms. Jaffar entered his room, only to find Matthew sitting on the bed.
"Hey, Jaffar. You seem a bit…tired. I think I could help you relieve a bit of that.
The assassin closed the door behind him, turning the lock. Matthew smirked, pulling off his shirt.
"I'm glad you see it the same way."
Jaffar removed his own shirt and pants before heading to the bed, Matthew lying there already naked. The assassin climbed onto the bed, getting on his knees and spitting on his hand, rubbing it along his shaft.
Matthew smiled, allowing Jaffar to turn him over so that he laid on his belly. The thief put his arms under his head, propping himself up slightly. Jaffar spread his cheeks and thrust in powerfully, Matthew wincing.
The assassin gripped the blonde's hips firmly, thrusting in powerfully. Matthew grunted and moaned quiet often, making up for Jaffar's silence. Soon, the tan male was sweating, the paler one's eyes shut tight in pleasure. Jaffar sped up gradually, until he was coated in sweat. Matthew was gasping as the pleasure grew intense, unable to form any noise.
Jaffar suddenly grunted and Matthew moaned as semen coated his walls, tightening around the assassin before climaxing himself, covering the sheets under him in his seed. Jaffar thrust several more times into the tight hole before pulling out. Matthew sat up, turning to him.
"Well, that was fun. I guess I'll see you around."
Jaffar nodded, watching as the thief dressed and left.
Dorcas and Dart decided to share a room, both axe-wielders having talked during the last battle.
"So, how do you think we'll do against this Nergal guy?" Dart asked, pulling off his shirt.
"I don't know. I mean, he seems like he'll be tough, but I'm sure we can take him."
"You know, Dorcas, you're a really nice guy." Dart said, sitting down on the bed.
"Thanks; so are you."
"I was just wondering, though; have you ever…had a blowjob?"
Dorcas blushed.
"Um, no…not that I remember."
"Well then, do you want one?" Dart asked, smirking.
"You can't be serious."
Dart stood and walked over to the other bed where Dorcas sat, kneeling in front of him. The pirate parted the fighter's legs, unzipping the pants and pulling them down.
"Dart, I don't think."
"Just sit back and relax, Dorcas." The berserker said, pulling down the underwear.
"Dart, I…"
Dorcas gasped as Dart took his manhood into his mouth, sucking on the head. The pirate began bobbing up and down, and Dorcas gasped, gripping the sheets. Dart sank to the hilt, nose in the soft brown curls, and the fighter arched his back. The pirate pulled up before sinking all the way back down, Dorcas gasping.
Dart continued bobbing up and down, the fighter moving a hand down and rubbing the white cloth over Dart's hair. Dorcas was soon gently rocking his hips into Dart's mouth, and then he came, filling the pirate's mouth with his seed.
Dart swallowed and stood, Dorcas falling back on the bed, gasping. The pirate unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down to his ankles, lifting Dorcas's legs onto his shoulders. The fighter looked up at him and Dart smiled, spitting in his hand and rubbing it along his shaft.
Slowly, the pirate pushed himself into the fighter, Dorcas gripping the sheets tightly. Dart breathed slowly, trying to control himself until he eventually sank to the hilt. He then pulled out and thrust back in slowly, doing this over and over, gradually speeding up. Soon, he was gasping, sweating lightly. Dorcas looked up at him and their eyes were locked together, the fighter pushing back against the thrusting hips.
Dart thrust in powerfully and Dorcas gasped, filling a great burst of pleasure fill him. The pirate smirked and continued with a faster rhythm, Dorcas's eyes half-lidded from the pleasure. The two males were soon panting and grunting loudly, the four walls absorbing the sounds. Dart threw his head back as Dorcas constricted around him without thinking, the pirate stopping briefly so that he didn't climax.
Dorcas relaxed and the pirate continued, this time choosing to go with powerful, slow thrusts. Dorcas was groaning now, sweat matting his hair to his forehead. Finally, Dart threw his head back and groaned loudly, filling the fighter with his seed, Dorcas tightening around the pirate and going rigid as his seed was pumped out for a second time and covered his belly.
Dart pulled out and yanked up his underwear, kicking the pants off to the side.
"Well, there you go." He said.
Dorcas blushed and pulled his underwear up.
Marcus entered Eliwood's room a few moments after they arrived, the lord sitting on the bed in a robe, his hair wet from a shower. He looked stunning. The paladin sat down beside the red-head, Eliwood turning to him.
"Marcus, I can't do this anymore. Either we end up together, right now, or I'm finding someone else. I don't want to be alone anymore."
"Milord…"
"Shut up with that shit, Marcus! I can't take you calling me that anymore!"
"Eliwood, I…"
"I love you, Marcus."
"I…love you too." He replied, looking down.
"Then stop all of this stuff with you not wanting to be with me just because of who I am! Why can't you just be with me?"
"I want to so badly, Eliwood…"
"Then just do it! Stop denying both of us what we deserve!"
Marcus turned to him and suddenly pressed their lips together. It was fierce, Eliwood gripping the paladin's hair and Marcus gripping the lord's waist, both males falling back on the bed. Eliwood rolled so that he was on top, pulling at Marcus's shirt.
However, there was suddenly a roar.
"We're under attack."
"Shit." Eliwood breathed.
"I finally got up the courage to do that, too." Marcus said.
Eliwood smiled down at him and leaned down, kissing the paladin before getting off the bed and grabbing his armor and sword.
"Well, we can always finish it later."
The battle didn't take as long as anyone thought. The morphs that had attacked were all noticeably weaker then the previous enemies. However, as Hector struck down the last one, he was left with a message.
"Lord Nergal awaits you at Dread Isle."
After the battle, Hector gathered everyone in the main hall.
"Thank you all for everything, and have a good night's rest. But know that we depart for Dread Isle tomorrow morning."