Kevin

Kevin was the son of a dead blacksmith who had passed away that summer, leaving Kevin the last person alive in his family. He was twenty-one years old. His father's name had been Simon, and he had taught Kevin how to be a blacksmith, but that kind of work had never caught Kevin's attention.

"Pay attention child! One day I will be long gone from this world and I really want you to learn these things so you can take care of yourself when I am dead!" Simon used to say to him.

Kevin had never enjoyed the forging lessons because his mind was focused on horses.

"If there is anything I want to do, then it is to be a horse keeper!" He had said to his father.

"Oh really, and I think you want a farm with that?"

"Of course! It will be the best farm ever!"

Simon had slapped him on the cheek right after Kevin said that.

"Now you better listen to me now boy! Dreams are something that can drive men insane and you will concentrate better on the things you need to learn now!"

Kevin's right cheek had gone numb after that hit, and he hated his father for it.

"Look here, boy, when the metal is heated enough, we turn it to get it in shape..."

Kevin had been eight years old at the time. He was forced to listen to Simon's teachings hour after hour, and he was expected to be able to answer the questions, Simon asked him, all about this kind of profession. Kevin usually had his mind on something else and was not aware of his fathers teachings; which resulted in Kevin getting beaten by Simon… again!

The reason for Kevin's concentration problems was that he had gone for a walk when he noticed the royal stable keeper taking care of the royal horses and Kevin could not stop thinking about what it would be like to work at the castle and be so close to the princesses!

The King and Queen of Arendelle sometimes traveled through the village on what Kevin saw as giant horses.

Now Kevin's father was not the only blacksmith in town. There were two, and it was well known that the King only bought horseshoes from the blacksmith named Weasel. Weasel was a man who enjoyed violence to the point where he could suddenly, without warning, decide to attack someone who had bothered him, instead of trying to talk it through. Weasel was the kind of person who let the fist and the swords speak first.

No one in the village liked him, and people usually avoided him, but his skills as a blacksmith were legendary as well as the prices of the goods he sold, which were legendarily cheap. No one could compete with Weasel and usually ordinary people and knights and royalty went over to him when they wanted to do business.

Simon's work was not bad, but he did not have the same skill as Weasel had, which resulted in Simon having a very difficult time keeping food on the table for both Kevin and himself. It happened that Weasel was a good drinker and sometimes there would be drinking contests between him and someone brave enough to try it without knowing that Weasel was getting more and more dangerous when he was drunk.

It happened one day that both Kevin, now sixteen, and his father were walking through the village market when they heard Weasel laughing loud and clear, making everyone think of what surprises Weasel now had in store for his surroundings. Weasel was talking to another man when he saw Kevin and Simon.

"You are only second rate Simon, how long can you really keep up your work?" Weasel asked.

Simon ignored him...

"Are you deaf or what Simon, you bastard! Do you have a hearing problem or what!?"

Simon stood still in his tracks and Kevin knew it was about to turn ugly.

Simon turned and walked towards Weasel, who was laughing hysterically at Simon.

"What do you want Weasel? Do you not have anything else to do?"

"Yes, I have, and that involves humiliating you Simon, you stupid piece of shit!" Weasel laughed, not knowing he was playing with fire and was burning.

Simon suddenly went very close to Weasel and wrapped his arms around Weasel, making it look like Simon was giving Weasel a hug.

"You smell of beer Weasel! Sit down!"

Weasel could not speak; instead, gurgling sounds came from him.

"What are you trying to say Weasel? I hope it hurts you!"

Suddenly Weasel slumped as if he had fallen asleep against Simon. Kevin realized that the people around them had not yet reached a conclusion when it came to what actually happened before their eyes. Simon had killed Weasel by sticking a hidden knife into him, and now Weasel was dying and drowning in his own blood without being able to say how much it hurt.

"Die, you sadistic piece of shit!" Simon whispered into Weasel's ears. "I know where Weasel lives!" he said to the nearby guards. "This man stinks of beer, so I will carry him to his home, nothing to see here!"

The guards knew Simon as an honest man, took his word for it, and left to return to their position.

"What the hell!" Kevin thought to himself. "My dad just got away with murder. This is some serious shit!" Kevin followed Simon closely, not knowing what to say.

"Father ..."

"Be silent son! Not a word right now!"

Kevin followed his father and saw that they were really on their way to Weasel's tiny home, a stone house with a roof made of wood.

"Help me get him inside by opening the door!"

Kevin, unable to say anything, opened the door and Simon entered the house, followed by Kevin. The stone house consisted of only one room with a chimney above them. Simon put the body down in a bed and put a blanket over the body.

"Come night, I will return to this place." Simon said.

"It must look like an accident. Come my son, let us go home."

"Weasel's house burned down in the middle of the night, oh god it was so awful to see!" Isa, who was fifteen years old, told Kevin the next day.

He had been asleep, but he had no doubt that his father was behind the burning of the stone house.

"Did your parents allow you to watch?"

"They are currently in The kingdom of Corona to visit some relatives. My Uncle Miko is currently looking after me, but I managed to sneak away from him without being spotted."

"Maybe I should tell your uncle, right?"

"You are an ass, you know that right?"

"Really ...? What about yourself?"

"You are funny, but you cannot catch me" Isa said suddenly in a straightforward voice and began to run.

"I am right behind you!" Kevin said, running after her.

They ran, laughed and jumped over rocks and obstacles until they finally reached the forest. They were not supposed to be there, but they did not care about the adults rules.

After all, they were teenagers!

When he finally caught her, he pushed her up against a tree and stared into her brown eyes.

"My God, I love your eyes!"

"That is the most romantic line you have ever told me!" Isa said.

"Shut up and kiss me my love!"

"Yes sir!"

They kissed as he ran his fingers through her blonde silky hair. He had wanted it for a long time, but his dad had taught him the art of his profession for a long time so Kevin and Isa had not seen each other for days now!

He had felt hungry for her red lips, and now he could finally end that hunger. They both kissed with their saliva hanging from their mouths, their tongues playing with each other. Both struggled for breath, but both would not be the first to pull away.

Isa's arms wrapped around him in a lock, he did not want her to break, and his hands went down her gray skirt to find her thighs. Isa gasped as she felt his hands go up, searching for her most sacred place.

"I want you Isa. You are mine ..."

"You are mine ...!" she repeated, fingers running down his face as if she could see him better and feel every detail of him.

Her hands went down to his cock and felt it, running her finger up and down the side of it sensing its growing length and stiffness.

"Are you ready Already ?" she asked and kissed him more, like a person thirsting for water and finally finding the well, as they were drinking each other's saliva as they kissed, their body feeling as if on fire, their sweat visible to both of them.

He whispered into her ears, "You are so wet down there..."

"Is it a waterfall?" she asked.

"No, but it is very welcoming..."

Isa lifted his shirt over his head and helped him get the rest of his clothes off, a process that they slowly went through as they had all the time in the world, with only the birds and a moose witnessing their love ritual. Kevin helped her out of her gray clothes and took a moment to look at her body.

Isa was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the only one he wanted to be with forever.

He looked at her body, studied every detail of her. Her white skin with no signs of freckles, silky smooth to the touch, and her breasts were not to small and not to large, but he liked touching and feeling these globes in his hands.

He kissed her, and then he went down and kissed her passionately on her neck, the shoulder blades, went down to her arms as he noticed sweat hanging from her nipples. He sucked on them and drank her sweat while Isa moaned with delight.

"You nipples are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful Isa."

"I love you..." Isa said and looked down at the ground and saw that this was a perfect place to lie down and she did and Kevin followed her down and getting on top of her.

She brought her head up to his again so they could kiss while Isa found his cock with her right hand and led it to her opening between her thighs.

"I want you Kevin ..." she moaned as he kissed her neck.

"I love you Isa, you must never forget it ..."

"Ahh ..." she moaned, as they became one with each other.

She wrapped her legs around him and completely encircled him, letting him go deep as she touched his face and sucked wildly on his tongue.

"Mine ..." she said.

"Forever ..." he replied.

"It feels so good Kevin, do not stop!"

"Isa ..." he whispered.

Their bodies move in perfect sync with each other, their sweat running down their bodies on that hot summer day.

"If only we could stay here forever, Kevin whispered to her.

"Forever..." answered Isa, moaning loudly, then the moose raised its head, curious of what was going on.

"I am so close now. I am about to cum."

"Pull out!"

He did, and just as he was about to do so, Isa had taken a good grip on his cock and started giving him a blowjob.

"Ahh ..." he moaned and felt he could not hold it back anymore and let it go.

He came in her mouth. They had never done that before. It felt so good and Isa looked at him with her round brown eyes smiling a sweet smile, which made him love her even more.

When he was done, she opened her mouth to show that she had swallowed everything. Then he came down to her level and kissed her a little more as they lay in the clearing and enjoyed the silence that followed, except for the moose and the birds, everything was quiet.

"If only we could stay here forever my love!" Isa said with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"It would be nice!" Kevin responded with his arms wrapped around her waist, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Together forever ..." they said to each other.

Now he was 21 years old and Kevin remembered that episode very well as he was cleaning the royal stables after Elsa hired him to take care of her horses after the nine-year-old Turan died after being kicked in the face by Elsa's horse.