Chapter 13 Love And Warnings

Dalamar woke slowly, his slender arms moving above his head as he stretched his body. A soft whine escaped him without his notice with the motion. Raistlin, the red robed Mage, lay on Dalamar's left. Though at the moment he was naked. They all were. Raistlin was laying on his left side, facing the Silvanesti Elf with his head resting on their pillows as he slept still.

Then he turned his almond-shaped grey eyes to the right, his smile slipping somewhat when he realized that Caramon was awake and watching him where he lay propped up on his large, muscular right arm beside him.

The bigger man shifted closer to him then, lowering his golden haired head down to kiss him. He allowed it, whimpering softly into his mouth as their tongues intertwined, trembling now as the big-bodied warrior moved atop him. Caramon obviously sensed his slight unease, asking him calmly as he looked down at him, "Do I frighten you, little one?…"

"Not-not exactly..," Dalamar panted in answer, his gray eyes slowly misting over with want. "It's just that.. you are so big.."

"I fail to see the difference, Dalamar."

"I.. It's not your body.." the Elf whispered, shuddering helplessly as he lifted his delicate hands, trailing his silken fingertips over the other male's broad back with obvious curiosity. Caramon's eyes burned with pleasure at his next words. "That's hot. It's just your.. you know?.."

"My cock?.." Caramon inquired with slightly raised brows, grinning when Dalamar blushed pink and nodded.

"Yes, that. I mean.. I have only ever known Raistlin within me. And he is wonderfully, perfectly sufficient for me, but you.. I am sorry, but, it scares me.. Will it hurt?.."

"Probably a little," Caramon said with obvious compassion in his eyes and voice. "But I swear to you, I will be very gentle. I will worship you, as you deserve to be worshipped. To be loved."

"Caramon.." Dalamar moaned softly, licking his own full lips and arching his back without realizing it. The movement pressed their chests together firmly and the big man slipped his strong left hand beneath Dalamar at the narrow hips and base of his spine to hold him in that position securely. "Please!"

Their movements and whispers woke Raistlin, but he didn't seem angry, watching them through half-lidded, burning golden-hourglass eyes, clear passion causing them to flare even hotter as they kissed again. Their tongues were visibly moving against each other briefly before their lips fused together with obvious hunger, Caramon clearly dominating the smaller, beautiful male, though not hurting him.

Raistlin reached out to the small wood table on his side of the bed, one golden fingered hand closing around a small deep purple bottle and handing it to Caramon carefully.

"Here, my brother. Oil.."

"Thank you, Raist.." he murmured, unscrewing the lid and dipping his big fingers inside. He handed it back to Raistlin and smiled over at him before turning his attention back to Dalamar, slipping his wet fingertips down between his now widely spread thighs gently.

The Silvanesti Elf smiled up at him with shining grey eyes. A soft, cooing cry escaped him when Caramon's slick fingers slid over, then probed at his opening carefully, not wanting to harm him at all.

"It is alright.." Dalamar actually whined in helpless response, arching his slim hips further up toward the touch needily. "Feels good.."

"You sure? I do not want to hurt you."

"Yes. Please!"

Caramon smiled, sliding a single oiled finger into his small, tight entrance. Raistlin shifted closer to them now, still laying on his left side and leaning in to press his lips to Dalamar's in a loving kiss as Caramon slowly and carefully stretched him open. The red robed Mage's golden skinned right hand reached out to brush over Dalamar's left, perky little rose-hued nipple. The slender, gifted fingers squeezed it gently, then rubbed it to soothe the slight sting of his long nails.

This caused the young Elven Mage's stomach muscles to jump as he drew in a quick, shallow breath at the pinch of his nails on his tightly beaded flesh. A sharp cry of pure delight escaped Dalamar's slightly parted lips as Raistlin's fingers began to move over the sensitive skin there in gentle, soothing circles that matched the shape of his nipple.

"Ahh!" Dalamar hissed softly, his back bowing as he arched into the burning-hot touch, the movement pushing his hips down just as Caramon added a second finger to the equation, driving his body down, quickly impaling himself yet further. "Ohh, by the Black Moon, yes! Feels so good! Caramon! Raistlin! Do not stop!"

"Never!" the twin's said together.

Raistlin released Dalamar's sensitive nipple with some reluctance, kissing him still as Caramon made his move. The large warrior moved above the sweet, delicately formed black robed Mage's naked body, pressing their lengths together. Hot skin slid against hot skin, and he slid a third finger into him beside the first two and starting to thrust them in and out, getting him used to the added pressure.

Dalamar whimpered softly, trembling at the slight burn of the stretching in his secret places from Caramon's large, thick fingers. Be he submitted to his intimate touch with a quiet sigh of pleasure as the tight, overfilled feeling eased considerably, leaving just a slick, wet pleasurable sensation deep within him.

"Ca-Caramon!" Dalamar moaned, his thighs falling open wider helplessly, his legs spreading out now to either side of the bigger man's hips. "Pl-Please, I am ready for you! Now!"

Caramon nodded, smiling as he lowered his golden haired head down to kiss him tenderly on the lips when Raistlin pulled back with a nod in his brother's direction. Raistlin reached out his golden skinned right hand, tracing soothing circles with his gentle fingertips over Dalamar's upper right thigh to keep him calm as Caramon positioned himself and began to push inside him slowly and carefully.

Dalamar stiffened, doing his best not to tense as he was pierced, knowing instinctively that any additional tightness would only make the pain worse. A soft sound of hurt escaped his slightly parted lips despite Raistlin's loving touch on his outer thigh.

Caramon stilled at the noise, pulling back from the kiss to stare into his beautiful almond-shaped gray eyes in concern, but Dalamar reached out to grab his strong muscular upper arms with his silken skinned hands, reassuring him in a pain-roughened voice, "Do not wait, please!"

"But.. you are in pain.." Caramon stated with obvious perplexity, his golden brows drawn downward with the emotion.

"Well, yes.." Dalamar admitted, staring up into Caramon's handsome face with a soft-eyed smile. "But I want to feel you in me, Caramon. I need to. Please.."

"Okay. Take a deep breath," Caramon suggested, watching Dalamar nod and draw a deep breath of air into his lungs slowly.

Then he was pushing forward into him, going down until he was buried inside Dalamar to the hilt.

The Silvanesti Elf's beautiful face twisted with the burning pain of the big man's entry, huffing softly as all the breath was knocked from his lungs with his sudden descent. But as soon as he could breathe again, he moaned, his pointed ears twitching as his naked body softened under Caramon's. He was panting as he clung to him with a soft, whimpering plea, "Oh! Caramon, move! Please!"

Caramon nodded, holding Dalamar close gently under Raistlin's heated, watchful golden hourglass eyes as he started to pump his hips, thrusting in and out of him in slow, fluid motions. The twin's were surprised when Dalamar cried out, his slender fingers clutching at Caramon's shoulders as he arched his back sharply. He was trembling as he clung to him tightly, his long black hair plastered to his temples and the right side of his neck with sweat, tears running down from the corners of his eyes.

"Caramon! I love you! I love you both so much!"

"We love you, too, Dalamar.." Raistlin rasped in an emotion-filled voice, shocking Caramon as his brother tenderly kissed away Dalamar's salt-filled tears as the big man made love to him.

Dalamar shuddered hard, trembling as he lifted both his hands from Caramon's shoulders, pressing his left hand to Caramon's right cheek and his right hand to Raistlin's left cheek. He begged the pair as his fingers shook against their warm, damp skin, "Please.. Do not ever make me leave you both?.. It would kill me!"

"Never, little Love.." Caramon whispered as he continued to move inside him gently.

"We would never let you leave us, sweet doveling.." Raistlin growled, fastening his lips to Dalamar's aggressively just as Caramon began to move faster, harder.

Dalamar's body rippled beneath his, Raistlin's lips following his open mouth when the Dark Elf threw his head back. Their tongues were entwining intricately, both males moaning quietly at the wet, slick glide of the hot muscles.

Raistlin briefly toyed with Dalamar's left nipple, still kissing him as his hand then slid lower, gliding down over his bare chest to his lower belly to begin stroking Dalamar's cock lovingly while sucking on his tongue.

That was all it took. The Silvanesti Elven male actually wailed against Raistlin's mouth as he climaxed hard, his channel rippling and tightening around Caramon's hard length within his body, spilling his hot seed over Raistlin's hand just as the larger of the two twins came as well.

Caramon groaned long and low as he spilled deep inside Dalamar's body. He was panting heavily as he rolled off of him when his strong arms went weak abruptly, not wanting to squish him with his larger frame.

Caramon pulled Dalamar with him, holding the smaller male against his body lovingly. His cock slipped out of his much-loosened entrance just as Raistlin moved up behind Dalamar. His sweet twin pressed kisses to his trembling alabaster shoulders as he placed himself close against his back.

"I love you, Dalamar Argent," Raistlin said softly in his right pointed ear, his right hand stroking his sweat damp black hair tenderly. "We both do. Very much."

"I love you both very much, as well, Shalafi Raistlin.." Dalamar murmured happily, obviously content to be right where he was in this perfect moment. With his lovers. His loves. "More then life itself.."

He had barely finished speaking when a loud, piercing cry came from the room just down the hall. Raistlin sighed in response, but he smiled as his golden hourglass eyes met two sets, one brown, the other grey.

"That will be Ulin. I had better go and fetch him. I will be right back, my hearts."

Raistlin slipped out from beneath the warm covers and away from them reluctantly. He reached out for his red silk night robe and drew it on over his naked golden skin, leaving the room to make his way down the short hallway to Ulin's on silent bare feet.

Caramon and Dalamar snuggled closer to each other as they waited for his return.

Raistlin reached Ulin's room quickly, moving into the small space and to the side of his baby son's cradle. Ulin Majere smiled up at him from the cradle, his sharp cries ending immediately as he cooed softly and stared up at Raistlin. He lifted up his small arms to reach toward his face with a wide baby grin.

Raistlin lifted him up from the cradle carefully, holding his tiny body close in his arms as he reached for Ulin's bottle, grabbing it and setting off back down the hall with the giggling baby boy. He reentered their room with a smile, getting one in return from his brother and their lover. "Would you like to hold him, Dalamar?"

"Me?.." Dalamar asked, his gray eyes going wide with surprise at his offer, the tips of his pointed ears twitching slightly.

"Yes, you, apprentice," he said firmly, his golden eyes tender with emotion as he shed his robe before sitting down on the bed and holding the baby and the bottle toward him in offering. "You are a member of this family now. Ulin is as much your son now as he is ours."

Dalamar gasped softly, his dove-like grey eyes widening as his lips parted slightly. His slender hands were trembling as he held out his arms and Raistlin gently settled Ulin within them and handed him his little bottle of milk. "I- I do not know what to say.. I have never held a baby before.."

"Just support his head," Raistlin instructed him with a smile, watching the submissive Silvanesti Elf shift him carefully in his arms obediently. "He will be hungry after his nap, I am sure."

Dalamar nodded, offering the babe his bottle with a smile.

Ulin gurgled happily in his arms, reaching out with his small hands for the bottle. His eyes flickered back and forth between Raistlin and Dalamar as his tiny mouth fastened around the rubber nipple and he suckled it contentedly, looking toward Caramon once or twice as well. Eventually, when his little belly was looking decidedly full, he pushed the half-empty bottle away, giggling and cooing now as he just enjoyed being with his family.

"Dalamar?.." Raistlin spoke softly then, his voice full of uncharacteristic nervousness and his eyes slightly wary.

"Yes, Raistlin?.." he inquired, glancing up into his golden eyes from where he had been staring down at Ulin with obvious tenderness as he burped the little baby gently under Raistlin's instruction.

"Perhaps it is too early yet, and I never want to make you uncomfortable, but, would you consider taking our name?"

"Taking your name?.. I- I do not understand.."

"Well.. Becoming a Majere. Dalamar Majere."

"Dalamar Majere?" he gasped, his grey eyes widening with stunned surprise and obvious delight. "Really? You mean it?"

"Yes. If the idea does not offend you."

"Are you kidding? The only thing that I want more is your love. And it is not as if I have any real attachment to my own name, other then that I like the way that you say it. It is otherwise just one more thing tying me to a people that I no longer acknowledge as my own. They cast me out. You took me in. Why should I not bear your name, if it is what we all want?"

"Is it? Do you have any objection, Caramon?"

"None at all, my brother. But, I do have a question for Dalamar. I am just curious. It really has nothing at all to do with this discussion."

"What is it, Caramon?.." Dalamar asked him, obviously intrigued by his words.

"Well, I.. I have seen how gentle you are.. How loving. With us all. How could someone with such a perfect, beautiful soul ever serve someone as evil as Takhisis?.."

Raistlin gasped, his golden-hourglass eyes going wide at his twin's audacity in asking something so personal.

But Dalamar just looked at the larger man with his mouth agape and eyes wide, actually starting to giggle. Ulin began to laugh right along with him, almost as if he understood the question and it's absurdity.

"Oh, Caramon.." Dalamar snickered quietly. "How could you ever think that I would serve Takhisis? For one thing, she's a woman. I only love men, and I could never serve someone who I did not love. Black does not necessarily mean enslavement to the queen of darkness, Caramon."

"Then.. Who do you serve?.." he asked in clear puzzlement.

"Nuitari, of course," the Silvanesti Elf replied, as if it were obvious. "He is a man, after all. A very wonderful man, despite who his mother is. And he gave me a free pass on the eventual insanity thing that usually comes with the gift of his powers. He told me that, 'I was too beautiful to become insane.' I think that if I was on a level with him, that he would have taken me as his Submissive. Collar and all."

Riverwind settled down beside Sturm in their tent, obviously uneasy as Derek Crownguard shed his weapons and armor and lay down on the warm furs beside them.

The only thing that prevented him from protesting and sending the knight back out into the cold alone was Sturm. He found that he was unwilling to hurt his lover in that way. Then his eyes widened slightly when he noticed that Derek was shaking. His strong body was trembling visibly; his emotions swirling, readily visible in his eyes as he looked across at them. His venerability was very clear in his nervous and clearly frightened stare.

"Derek?" Riverwind spoke softly, looking back at him while he wrapped Sturm in his strong arms from where he lay behind the man between them.

"Yes?.." he asked uncertainly, unspoken, aching yearning in his eyes as he watched the couple. A yearning for love. For acceptance. For peace.

"Have you ever lain with another man?"

"No, I- I have not.."

"With a woman?"

"No.. I- I have never lain with anyone.. None of the other knights ever wanted me, and.. I wanted Sturm. It was like I could not see anyone else after that. I have always been alone.."

"Oh, Derek.." Sturm breathed, his eyes filling with pain on his behalf.

"Please.." Derek said with a shudder, his tone of voice imploring, almost begging. "Do not pity me.. I need not your pity, Sturm.. It only makes it worse for me, not better. I need love. Your love."

"Derek," Riverwind spoke softly then, huskily.

"Yes?.."

"Come here."

"What?.." Derek asked, blinking in confusion.

"Come here, Derek."

The knight shuddered once again, obeying the Chieftain by shifting closer atop the blankets and furs. He stiffened briefly in shock when Riverwind's strong arms moved, surrounding his upper torso and pulling him in close against the front of Sturm's body where he was spooning him in his embrace. He blinked, his body softening suddenly when the Qu`e-Shu leader kissed him on the lips abruptly, tenderly. Their tongues touched unexpectedly, the sensation a wet, slick glide when his hot tongue touched Derek's lingeringly.

Derek moaned helplessly in response, opening for him wider instinctively and gasping softly when he felt Sturm's hands undoing the fastenings on his pants quickly. He groaned low and arched his back to push into the touch when the fingers of Sturm's right hand slid inside to touch him through his undergarments before pushing them down partway to reach his now bared length.

Sturm smirked at Derek's true and heartfelt response to his touch, starting to move his hand on his length, pleasuring him in a soothing, stroking motion, coaxing his hips into thrusting for him slowly, lazily. Derek trembled, the reaction a full-body movement, begging in a ragged sounding voice, "Please.. Help me!"

Riverwind growled softly, kissing him harder, more aggressive now. He lifted his right hand, arm over Sturm where he lay between them, sliding his fingers down the back of the knight's pants. Derek cried out, covering his own mouth with both of his hands and whimpering behind them quietly. He was quivering with a mixture of shock and pleasure as Riverwind's warm, oil-wet fingers swirled over his hole, caressing his virgin opening tenderly with just the tips of his fingers.

"Riverwind, please! I need it!" he begged him hoarsely.

"What do you need, Derek? Tell me."

"I do not know.. I am so confused.. I have never.."

"Tell me what you need, Derek," Riverwind said firmly, withdrawing his oil-slick fingers from his opening to give him the necessary incentive to answer his question.

"You," Derek moaned, his eyes closing as he tried to push back to reach them, then pushed forward into Sturm's touch on his hard cock. "I need you both, so much!"

"Good boy.." the Chieftain whispered huskily before renewing the contact between them. He slipped one long finger into his body slowly now.

Derek shivered helplessly, his breath catching in his throat as he arched his back. Riverwind's finger followed his unconscious movements, staying within him as he pushed into Sturm's hand. Derek felt an intense ache fill his inner muscles, his strong male body silently begging to be filled. To be full. Possessed. Taken care of. Protected. Pleasured. Cherished.

"Riverwind!" Derek gasped, his tight hole clenching around his finger as his hips flexed, pushing further still into Sturm's gently stroking hand. "Please, by Paladine, more!"

This time it was Riverwind who shuddered, nodding wordlessly and pushing a second finger in beside the first. This was quickly followed by another, causing Derek to quake and quiver around him and beside them, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping his lips behind his own hands. Derek stiffened, jerking as Riverwind and Sturm both found exactly the right spot at the same time, his channel tightening around Riverwind's fingers as he spilled in his pants and spent his seed over Sturm's fingers with a strangled cry.

Riverwind removed his fingers from within Derek gently, the two men beginning to clean him up tenderly. They glanced at each other in shock when he covered his face with his hands and began to cry. His breath was escaping him in heaving, ragged sobs, and he was trying to silence them unsuccessfully because of the presence of the young children sleeping on the other side of the tent.

"Derek?.." Sturm asked him softly, drawing his hands down away from his tear-filled eyes so that he could study his salt-streaked face in concern, with obvious caring. "Are you.. okay? What is wrong?"

"No-nothing.." Derek replied, drawing in a shaky breath as they both watched him closely before continuing softly. "I.. It just felt so.. good! I.. I suppose that I should have expected it.. But I just.. been alone so long.. I never even imagined that.."

"Oh, Derek.." Sturm whispered, kissing away his fresh tears as he slipped his arms around him tightly. "Everything is going to be okay.. I promise you." Riverwind nodded, his strong arms surrounding both men securely.

"Sturm is right," Riverwind agreed calmly, kissing them both briefly with a smile before finishing his thought. "Let us just sleep. We can talk in the morning."

"Alright," Derek agreed softly. His eyes closed then as Sturm and Riverwind kissed his brow together, Riverwind the right side, Sturm the left, saying together,

"Sleep well, Derek.."

Tasselholf Burrfoot, Kender, and all around trouble maker, was dancing around the trunk of a large tree in a clearing outside Solace that contained ash and the empty burned out husk of what was once met to be a house. A home.

But he did not worry for the two men, the twins, who had been planning to live there. Wherever they were, his friends, they were a lot better off there then here. He would give anything to leave Solace. If he only had someone to go with him.

Taz sighed, but then he just firmly pushed away his melancholy, giggling as he closed his eyes and began to spin around the tree's base faster and faster. His arms were held out and away from his sides to feel the air, guiding his path around the trunk through his self-imposed darkness.

He stumbled then, and would have tripped, but he felt a pair of large, warm hands descend quickly to his small shoulders. The hands caught him and caused his eyes to fly open, tilting his head back to stare upward, his savior towering high above him.

Before him stood a Minotaur.

His chest was bare and his shoulders broad, his loins covered by a cloth held around his large waist by a belt, his hooves wide and firm to hold his bulk. His horns were long and smooth, wickedly curved at the tips. The dark black hair on his head was clean, but wild and curly where it extended down his back to his waist, tied back by a thick leather band so that the strands were held away from his face.

His battle-ax was slung across his back, the metal shining brightly in the light from the sun high overhead as the beast released the Kender's small shoulders once he knew that he was stable and stepped back a pace or two, his long tail swishing over the backs of his strong legs.

"Kaz!" Taz gasped, his eyes lighting up with joy at seeing his friend here in Solace. "What- What are you doing here, you big beast, you?! Um, thanks, by the way, for catching me," the Kender said quietly, looking embarrassed now.

"Of course, my little friend.." Kaz answered him gruffly, a soft snort escaping him as the wind blew yet more cold ash into the air. "I came to see my friends of Solace. Tell me, little one, what has been happening here? What happened in this place?"

"Well.." Tasselholf said teasingly, a wide grin curving his lips as he looked up at his friend. "How long have you got?.."

Crysania of the House of Tarinius, Revered Daughter of Paladine, walked along the cobblestone street, smiling as her white robes billowed around her unseen, slender legs. Her long blue-black hair danced around her face as her gray eyes studied the world around herself with obvious curiosity.

Then she stopped suddenly, her smile fading, brow furrowing as she looked at the storefront of the little Mage shop that she had stopped in front of on her walk every day for the past week.

There was something wrong in that little shop. She could sense it as her slender, pale and delicate fingers pressed against the cool, soothing metal of her platinum-dragon necklace.

She just was not sure that she was in any way ready to discover what exactly it was that was wrong yet. She had a strong, almost foreboding, sense that whatever it was, it would be a very strong test of her faith in Paladine.

Kitiara Uth Matar stood before the storefront of the small Mage shop, her right hand resting on the hilt of the sword sheathed at her side.

She reached out her left hand toward the door to open it and enter, glancing to the side in surprise when a pale, delicate fingered hand touched her right forearm lightly. Her dark eyes flashed in clear warning, causing the white robed woman to back away, her right hand moving to the chain around her neck now.

"Please.." she pleaded softly, her gray eyes imploring. "Do not go in there. It is dangerous.." Kit scoffed, placing her hand on the knob with her usual defiance. "Please! I am a warrior. I think I can handle it."

"But, the danger.."

"Does not apply to me, even if it does exist. Maybe you sense it because you are a white robe, but my brothers own the place, so you need not concern yourself with my Fate, fearful Daughter of Paladine."

"Your.. brothers?.." she asked, ignoring Kitiara's barbed tone of voice, her eyes wide and curious as she spoke. "Are none of your concern," Kit said, pausing in mid-sentence to arch one black brow with insolent inquiry. "Crysania. Crysania of the House of Tarinius."

"Well, Crysania, why do you not do us both a favor here. Stay away from my brothers! Trust me, you will be a lot better off if you do so. They, like me, are not anything to be trifled with."

Then Kitiara opened the door and stepped through, slamming it in the stunned Cleric's face.

"So, Derek," Riverwind asked the silent knight quietly where he held both him and Sturm close to his strong body tenderly beneath the warm furs. "Will you be staying on with us here?"

"I.. Do you want me to stay?" Derek asked them with obvious uncertainty.

"Yes, we do," Sturm promised him with a smile and soft eyes.

"Okay. For how long?.."

"What do you mean?"

"How long do you both want me here?" he clarified for them both softly. "Because if you think that this is going to be some temporary thing.. then I can not do this. I am sorry, but.. leaving now would already hurt me enough as it is.. I can not stay with you both, knowing that you will only reject me later on. ..I just can not."

"Oh, Derek, no!" Sturm gasped, pulling him closer suddenly, tighter against himself, his eyes fierce as he looked into the other man's glistening orbs. "Never! I- We would never put you through that pain.."

"Sturm speaks true, Derek Crownguard," Riverwind joined the conversation then, speaking softly, compassionately. "If you chose to stay with us.. For us. We would want it to be forever. Can you handle making such a weighty decision so quickly?"

"I wish to stay," Derek responded firmly, his eyes level with theirs, calm and honest. "Forever, with you both."

"Well," Taz spoke excitedly as he and Kaz walked back toward Solace together to find Flint. "First, Raistlin and Caramon left-"

"Why, friend Taz? I am still not exactly clear on that point."

"Um, well.. It's like this.." the Kender said with a slight pink flush heating his small cheeks. "Raistlin and Caramon are in a .. much closer relationship now.. They, um.. have physical relations and everything.."

Kaz snorted, though not in response to his words, his long tail swishing behind him and his hard hooves stirring up dust and bits of grass as they walked together. "What you are trying to say, little friend, is that they engage in the mating process with each other?"

"Yes. Exactly."

"It is good," the Minotaur declared firmly, reaching up a large right hand to scratch behind his horn on that side for a moment before continuing quietly. "I was well aware of the Mage's loneliness on my last visit. And his longing for his brother's regard and attentions, but it was not my place to speak. But continue, please."

"Uh, then I guess we built that house for them, all of us. Because Raistlin wanted to live there with Caramon."

"Mmm.."

"But it was not very long after that when Tika found out about their love, so.. They had to leave. Move on, you know? It was not safe after that for them to stay in Solace. Not with what she knew about them."

"Ah, of course," Kaz stated wisely. "The selfishness of love. When combined with such a situation, it can become very dangerous very quickly. They did the right thing. But then, Raistlin always does. He is always one step ahead of everyone else."

"Yes. After that, all of us, except for Sturm, escorted them to a village away from here, and Tanis to Qualinost. When we returned to Solace minus three, Sturm had already left for the plains of the Qu`e Shu. So it is just me and Flint here now."

"Is that everything, then?"

"Well.. Pretty much, yes," Taz answered him with a grin. "Kitiara stopped by to see Tanis, but we had to tell her that he was not here any longer."

Raistlin looked up from behind the long wood counter, his golden-hourglass eyes going wide and round as the front door slammed closed behind his sister, wincing as a loud piercing cry came from above stairs.

"Honestly, Kit.." Raistlin sighed as he came out from behind the counter, his long red robes rustling with his movements as he moved toward the stairs quickly. "Must you be so loud? You have woken Ulin from his nap."

"Ulin?" Kitiara said with obvious perplexity, watching him now in a rare speechless silence.

A slender, delicate looking male wearing soft black robes with long raven-colored locks and soft gray eyes descended the stairs. Kit's dark eyes studied him before fastening on the small brown haired brown-eyed baby boy in his arms, observing the decidedly tender scene as he passed the wailing child gently into Raistlin's arms carefully.

The babe instantly quieted, clearly content in Raistlin's arms as the stranger stepped off the last step to stand beside her brother. Raistlin turned to face her with a slight smile, his movement placing the other man at his back, the position indicating an unusual level of trust in the beautiful, fine-china faced male behind him.

"Kit," Raistlin said in an obviously somewhat amused introduction. "Meet Ulin Majere. Your nephew."

The next night Riverwind drew Derek close into his arms when they bedded down for the dusk time of rest. Sturm joined them beneath the furs after finishing stripping down to his skin as the other two males had done.

"Are you really sure about this, Derek?" Riverwind asked him softly, staring down into his eyes where he lay atop the man. The better to read the truth in his eyes. "I will tell you the same thing that I told Sturm before we first lay together. There is no going back from this choice. I do not say this to frighten you, merely to caution you. I just want you to be sure that you are not doing something that you will regret later.. The last thing that we want is to hurt you, or lose you because of this."

"No, Riverwind.." Derek whispered in response. "I never regret decisions once made. I know what I want, and I seek it out unerringly. Please, do not worry for me. I know what it is that I want. You. Both of you."

"Well, as long as you are sure of your own mind and heart."

"I am, yes."

Riverwind smiled, his eyes tender as he lowered his head down closer to press his lips to Derek's own, kissing him on the mouth gently, lovingly.

Derek groaned quietly into the kiss, shuddering helplessly beneath the Chieftain, opening wider for his hot, wet tongue. He unconsciously spread his legs out to either side of Riverwind's hips, letting him know without words that his attentions were welcome.

"Derek!" Riverwind growled against his mouth before diving back in as his hunger was roused rapidly, pleased at first by the way that he trembled under his body. Then he realized that it was because Derek was scared, frightened of what was about to happen. Though he was somehow still eager as he clung to his bare dark skinned shoulders with both hands and panted soft gasping breaths into their kiss. "Riverwind, please!"

Sturm appeared to be feeling left out a little, so Riverwind gestured with his right hand for him to come over and join them. He handed him a jar of oil and pointed to the tender skinned juncture between their companion's thighs.

"Prepare him for me, love? I will keep his attentions on me as much as possible," Riverwind requested, speaking softly so as not to draw Derek's attention to their whispered conversation.

"Of course I will," Sturm said with a smile. He leaned in to kiss him briefly, heatedly, before pulling back and coating the fingers of his left hand in the slick, warm oil.

He then slipped his fingers between Derek's spread legs and beneath Riverwind's hips, watching as the Chieftain kissed the virgin knight again while gathering some oil into his palm, starting to spread it over his hard yet soft skinned cock lovingly, stroking his length slowly, carefully.

Derek gasped sharply in response, his head tilting back on the pillows, eyes wide before he closed them in reaction to the pleasurable stimulation, visibly trembling beneath his body. Sturm slipped a single oil-wet finger inside him then, causing Derek to gasp again and spread his legs wider as his strong hips writhed desperately, clearly seeking more friction on his cock and more pressure deep inside his body.

Derek jerked under Riverwind, crying out when Sturm added a second finger slowly. He was panting as he shook harder now, his voice low and pleading for guidance on how to proceed in this endeavor of love between the three of them. "Riverwind! Sturm! Oh, Paladine, help me! What do I do?.."

"Just enjoy it," Riverwind whispered in his ear, nodding wordlessly at Sturm to withdraw his fingers from within him. "Can you do that, love?"

"Yes, I- I can, I think.."

Riverwind smiled, and Sturm nodded in reply to his lover's wishes, removing his fingers from Derek gently. He watched as Riverwind moved himself up and into position, taking Derek's lips hungrily with his before lining his cock up with his entrance.

"Take a deep breath, Derek, okay?" Riverwind instructed him with obvious concern. "It will make the pain easier to endure for you."

Derek nodded, drawing a deep breath into his lungs obediently, grimacing and clenching his jaw as Riverwind shifted his hips, starting to push into him slowly. Derek's entire body was quivering with the painfulness of the invasion, his fingers white knuckled where he clung still to Riverwind's broad, muscular shoulders, sweat beading on his brow and mustached upper lip. "Ahh, god, River! It hurts!"

"I know, Derek, I know.." Riverwind spoke softly and with compassion. "Just breath, okay? It will help. Try and relax for me."

Derek nodded, his skin slightly pale and sweat-damp. Riverwind smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently on the mouth. Sturm moved in to slip his left hand between the two men to take over the attention to Derek's partially softened cock.

Riverwind inwardly smiled in relief when Derek shuddered and moaned low, finally relaxing around him, letting him deeper into himself, physically and emotionally.

"Better, Derek?.." he asked softly, pressing his lips to his forehead tenderly as he spoke.

"Yes! Better!" Derek groaned, his fingers loosening, his touch gentling. Though he did not release him, seeming to need that particular contact somehow. Feels good.. River.."

"Yes, Derek?"

"I- I love you," he said in reply, flushing under the regard of the other man's suddenly shocked stare.

"But.. you barely know me yet, Derek.. How can you say that? Believe that enough to say it?"

"I- I am.. honestly not sure myself.." Derek answered, biting his lower lip between his teeth briefly before continuing softly. "But.. it feels right, and so I know that it is true. It.. I feel like this was meant to be.. It has nothing to do with my love for Sturm. I mean, yes, you listened to his words, his wants, but.. you made the choice. You did not abandon me.. How could I not love you for that? Not- Not of course that that is the only reason. It may seem strange to you, but.. I feel things, and.. as I said, this feels right. I know what I want. If I did not, then we certainly would not be in this position here and now."

"Derek!" Riverwind growled, his eyes darkening swiftly in response to his honest words, fastening his mouth to his hungrily, roughly.

Sturm smiled as he watched them together, taking his Chieftain's lips with his when he pulled back from his kiss with Derek. Their tongues entangled, wet and hot as Riverwind started to move his hips, thrusting deeper inside the warm, eager male body beneath him, slowly at first, then faster.

Derek moaned, shaking helplessly and feeling his lower abdomen contract tightly with lust and love as he watched them breathing heavily into each other's mouths, clutching Riverwind's muscular shoulders as he shivered helplessly under him.

"Riverwind!" Derek gasped; his head tilting back further against the pillows, lips parting with the motion unconsciously. "I- I am going to-"

He barely just got these words out before he cried out sharply, coming undone before their suddenly watchful eyes, a flash of heat coating his lower belly. He was whimpering now, clearly oversensitive, feeling Riverwind pulse deep within him, spilling his hot seed inside his channel quickly.

Riverwind shuddered, panting heavily, resting his weight down atop Derek as they both quivered with sudden tiredness. Sturm moved closer still, pressing his bare body to their equally naked ones, slipping his arms around them lovingly just as Riverwind slipped out of Derek's body.

"Do you feel alright?" Riverwind asked him, gently stroking his sweat soaked hair with the fingers of his left hand. "Did I hurt you at all?"

"Well.."

"Yes?"

"Is it normal to feel, well.. empty? Like, alone? Even though you are still here with me?"

"Oh.. Yes, I- I think it is. I have felt it myself, after all. I would not worry too much about it, though I know it does ache some. The feeling will fade after a while. I can not be inside you all the time, as much as I would like that." Derek blushed, shaking his head with a soft sigh, though he smiled up at him. "Of course not. I would imagine that would be very uncomfortable for us both."

They all three smiled at each other, snuggling closer under the warm furs and drifting off within each other's embrace into the warm sleep of the peaceful and contented.

Kaz the Minotaur saw movement out of the corner of his left eye as he spoke to Flint. He was perplexed, his dark brows drawn while he watched Taz slip out the door quietly. The Kender was clearly trying to get away undetected for some unknown reason.

He waited until Taz had disappeared out the door and shut it behind himself slowly before speaking gruffly though not disrespectfully since he had a great deal of respect for the Dwarf, excusing himself from Flint's presence.

"Please, Flint, I apologize for my behavior, especially since we have not seen each other in many phases of the moon. But I have suspicion to believe that something may be bothering Taz. I wish to investigate this matter. Then I hope to return here to converse further with you, my friend."

"Of course," Flint said in reply, looking obviously perplexed by his words. "I hope that you can assist him, then. Though I have no idea what would be upsetting him.. None at all. As far as I knew he has been perfectly happy here with me working in my forge."

"Mmm.." Kaz hummed thoughtfully as he opened the door that Taz had recently stepped through. "Well, either way, I intend to seek out the truth that be concealed from plain sight here.."

Tasselholf Burrfoot was crying. His little face was buried in his small hands as he sobbed quietly beneath the same tree that he had been dancing under earlier, visibly trembling to anyone who might be watching. The Kender jumped, turning his head to lift his tearstained face up to the blue sky, gasping softly when he saw Kaz's face high above his own.

"What is bothering you, my little friend?" the large bull-man asked him, feigning calmness for the Kender's sake since he was already clearly distraught enough. "Why do you cry?"

"I- Well, I.." Taz stammered, obviously embarrassed as he scrubbed at the tears on his tiny cheeks with the backs of his hands. "I am.. Not sure that you would understand my reasons if I told you.."

"Try me," Kaz said with a quiet, unconscious snort as the wind stirred the nearby pile of ash into the air around them. "I am here for you, Taz."

"You mean it?.." he asked almost timidly, his small face red from the salt of his tears as his little pink tongue licked his slightly chapped lips.

Kaz's tail twitched in response to the Kender's actions. He was shocked and inwardly horrified by his own response when his lower belly lurched with desire, lust. But his face was carefully blank as his large cock filled so quickly beneath his loincloth that it was painful.

"Kaz?.." he asked him uncertainly, clearly feeling even more vulnerable because of the Minotaur's silence. "Yes, I mean it, my little friend. Please, hesitate not to share the weight of your burdens with me. My back is strong and my shoulders broad."

"Yes, I- I noticed.." Taz whispered, his tiny shoulders hunched with his inner turmoil as he spoke. "It is that I- I am so lonely, Kaz. All of our friends are moving away and finding lovers and I- I am still all alone.."

"Oh?.." Kaz said quietly, his big hooves stirring up the loose ash that layered the grass as he stepped closer despite himself. He placed a large hand on the Kender's small shoulders tenderly, careful to be gentle because of his smaller size. "Perhaps returning to Kendermore? Meeting a nice girl?"

"Well.. It might be nice to visit home, but.. That would not really solve anything."

"Why not?" Kaz inquired in puzzlement.

"Well, because I-" Tasselholf stammered, his small ears turning red, burning hotly as he confessed his true feelings. "I do not like girls.."

"Truly?" the Minotaur asked him in clear surprise.

"Yes. Truly."

"Well then, perhaps another Kender boy?"

"Um.. That- that does not feel exactly right, either.."

"Why ever not?"

"Because, I-" Taz said softly. His voice was at first like a whisper, firming as he continued in reply, his eyes level and honest while he looked up at the large Minotaur. "The truth is.. I am already in love with someone."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Who?" he asked the Kender curiously.

"Uh, actually.. You," Taz said nervously, biting his lower lip briefly between his tiny white teeth. "I am in love with you. I.. I have been for a while."

"…You.. love me?.."

"Yes."

"..Then why- Why did you never say anything to me about it at all?"

"I was… worried that you would reject me. ..Will you?.."

Kaz did not even pretend to misunderstand him, as such would be dishonoring the Kender. "…I should. This is most unorthodox. But, you are my friend. I do not wish to hurt you, so if you think that you can handle the stigma and all else entailed by being my Mate?.."

"As long as you really do love me, then I honestly do not care what others say or do," Taz said in reply, a brilliant smile that made Kaz's heart lurch in his chest lighting up his small face. "As for the rest, you are already very kind and protective toward me. And your larger size, while not the only reason you attract me.. It certainly does not hurt matters any."

"You mean to say.. that my larger size does not frighten you?"

"What?" Taz gasped, his eyes widening at his clearly uncertain question. "No, of course not. It was one of the first things about you that drew me."

"…And.. my tail?.."

"I- I have had some rather.. steamy fantasies involving that tail," the Kender admitted, glancing down at Kaz's swishing appendage with a sudden, fierce red blush, then back up at his face.

"Really?" the Minotaur asked him in surprise and pleasure. "Is that it? I mean, other then the obvious."

"No. ..Your horns, too. ..And your tongue."

Kaz blinked, his long, beautiful black lashes fluttering slightly over his deep, dark and soulful eyes. He snorted softly as his lips curved into a smile, clearly pleased by Taz's words. He scooped the Kender up into his strong and muscular arms without warning to hold him bridal style and close against his chest. This caused Taz to gasp quietly in surprise, though he did not tense, even clinging to Kaz tightly with a smile.

"Then we have an agreement," Kaz spoke, beginning the walk from the clearing back to Solace with Taz tucked safely against his large bare chest securely. "Now, let us return to Flint. He was worried for you, too."

"You adopted a baby?" Kitiara asked incredulously. The five of them, including Ulin, sat at the table in the kitchen on the second floor.

Raistlin nodded, inclining his white haired head where he sat on Dalamar's right. Caramon sat on the Silvanesti Elf's left, while Kit sat across the table from the four. The red robed Mage was holding Ulin tenderly in his arms and the young baby boy was sucking contentedly on his bottle while his small brown eyes stared adoringly up at Raistlin's face.

"Yes," her half-brother replied in his raspy voice, his golden-hourglass eyes glinting slightly in warning. Clearly he was fiercely defensive on their babe's behalf. "He was left on our doorstep, and Tasselholf found him while he was here. His former provider is no longer living. She was murdered by one of her clients soon after she abandoned him here. Possibly even his former father. I would like to think that she was trying to protect him from her chosen lifestyle, but either way, he is ours now by law. The papers have already been signed. Ulin is officially a Majere."

"I see," Kit stated, her lips curving into her familiar crooked smile briefly. Her dark-eyed gaze then moved to Dalamar now as her expression turned serious. "And who is this?"

"Dalamar Majere," Caramon said firmly. His brown eyes were protective and tender as he smiled over at the black robed Mage where he sat between the twins on the bench that he had made for them to eat at together, then back to Kit. "Or he will be, as soon as I have finished making him his ring."

"You are making me a ring?.." Dalamar gasped, his gray eyes widening visibly at his words. He blushed red when Caramon laughed and placed his large right hand on his head gently, ruffling his long raven locks playfully.

"I guess that I went and spoiled the surprise, Raist."

"Yes, my brother, you have," Raistlin replied with a smirk, placing the empty bottle on the table now that Ulin was asleep. He then touched Dalamar's right shoulder tenderly with his left golden skinned hand.

"Yes, Dalamar," Caramon said with obvious affection. "I am making you a ring. I made Raistlin's and my own, you know?"

"No, I- I did not know," the Dark Elf said, glancing at the bands curiously now. "They are beautiful.. Very beautiful."

"Thank you. I intend to make yours even more beautiful, because you belong to us both. You deserve the best."

Dalamar blushed deeper, his cheeks burning as he leaned into the touch of Raistlin's hand with a smile. He closed his eyes contentedly while the fingers of Caramon's big hand stroked his long hair tenderly, just basking in their attention like a cat would.

"Thank you, Caramon.." he said softly, completely unselfconscious about Kitiara's presence. He was clearly trusting in their ability to protect him should the need arise, even from their sister. "But I have already found the best jewels that life could ever give me. Raistlin and Caramon Majere."

Riverwind, Sturm and Derek stood before the Plainspeople, their people. Wanderer and Swiftraven stood beside them. Wanderer was holding his little baby sister Brightdawn while Swiftraven was holding the three-year-old Moonsong's small hand in his larger one. His other hand was held within Wanderer's tightly.

"My people.." Riverwind spoke confidentially, not wavering in the slightest even though all their eyes were on him. The atmosphere was serious. "I have called you here to say before all of you that Sturm and I have taken this man, Derek Crownguard, as our Mate. These things are better put out in the open from the beginning. And we do not want Derek to be hurt anymore then he already has been."

An older woman stepped forward from the crowd, her expression concerned as she spoke in inquiry. "Are you sure that this is a good idea, Chieftain Riverwind? What kind of message will this send to the other tribes of the plains?"

"Yes, we are all sure that this is what we want," he answered her calmly. "And it would be my hope that our tribe will become an example of acceptance and understanding. I know that you all loved and respected Goldmoon, after all she was the true Chieftain's Daughter, not I his son, and so this must be hard for you. I loved and respected her, too. I always will. But I can not let myself believe that means that I should be lonely forever. I love them. I know that I am Chieftain, because of her, and that that means I have an obligation to do what is best for all of you. It is my belief that I can better fulfill that obligation to you if I am myself happy."

And children?" the elder asked, seeming to accept his wise words.

Riverwind blinked, but he did not look surprised by her new line of questioning, merely saying, "I have already had them. Which is not to say that I would not consider adopting a child, if it were something that Sturm and Derek wished to consider someday. But regardless, I intend to have the ceremony in five days time…."

While Riverwind had been speaking Swiftraven noticed Stagheart standing alone at the back of the group. There was pain on his friend's face and clearly etched deeply into his eyes, his soul, as the lone male figure turned away to leave again as soon as the meeting was over.

Kaz carried Tasselholf back to Flint's house and the Kender opened the door for them. The Minotaur finally set him down on his feet reluctantly, keeping one large hand on his small shoulders in an obvious show of possessiveness that made Taz smile into the side of his own long dark hair where Kaz would not be able to see, the pair stepping through the door together.

Flint was waiting for them, though pretending that he was not. The Dwarf was resting in his large brown overstuffed armchair in his cozy living room.

"Ah, Taz, you came back," Flint stated gruffly, nodding to Kaz in acknowledgement. "Are you alright, lad?"

"Yeah, Flint, I- I am fine," Taz replied with a smile, the emotion clearly genuine as he answered his friend quietly. "Do you think that you might need my help for the rest of the night at all?"

"Well, I-" the Dwarf said in obvious surprise and confusion. "I do not believe so, lad, no. I will just be resting here until the start of the work day tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure, Flint?" Taz asked him in concern. "I just do not want you to think that I am abandoning you."

"Of course not, lad. I am sure. I think that you should talk to someone other then me. I have noticed that you have not been quite the same since all the others left. And, well, Kaz is a friend, so it would probably be easier for you to talk to him."

"What?" Taz gasped in shock, his eyes going wide at his friend's false impression of the situation. "Oh, Flint, no! It is not that at all, I swear it. You are my friend, I promise you, but I- It is different with Kaz, you are right about that. I- I love him, Flint. I always have. I just could never figure out a way.. How to bring it up and out into the open finally. But when he came after me.. I just had to tell him how I really felt. I could not hold it in anymore. Can you understand that?"

Flint's eyes widened, the old Dwarf blinking in shock and surprise at his explanation and question. "Of course I can understand it, lad. And I would be lying if I said that I was not surprised by this, but I am glad that you are happy now, Taz. I wish you all the best in the world."

"Thank you, Flint," Taz said with a wide smile, the expression returned briefly.

"Aye, lad," Flint said gruffly, leaning forward in his large armchair now to emphasize his seriousness. "Now run along. I do not want to see you back here until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest…."

Kaz carried Taz away from Flint's home now, having lifted the Kender back up into his strong arms the second that the door was closed between them and the old Dwarf.

"So, Taz?" the Minotaur asked the smaller male that he held bridal style in his arms once again. "Where do you wish to go for this night?"

"Um, well.." Taz said quietly where his small head lay on Kaz's firm, sleekly-muscled chest. His little cheeks were flushing pink at his Mate's low, husky voice, secretly liking the way that the larger male's chest rumbled with the sound of his question. "Could we maybe go to Raistlin and Caramon's old house? You know, the one that they grew up in with Kit? They gave me the key so that I could keep it clean for them. They thought that I needed something else to do other then help Flint in his forge sometimes when he needs me."

"We could do that, yes," Kaz rumbled in reply, his tone obviously seductive. "I suppose that depends on how loud you think that I can make you scream my name?.."

Taz gasped softly, his eyes going wide and round. His voice squeaked slightly with nerves as he answered him quickly, "Then we should go back to the clearing…."

Kaz the Minotaur gently laid Taz the Kender down on his back beneath that same tree near the clearing where Raistlin and Caramon's love had sprung from the ashes like a phoenix in flight to leave behind themselves the jealously, anger and hate of the red headed Tika Waylen.

Taz smiled up at him, though his eyes were slightly wide and he was trembling, causing the long, dark green blades of grass to quiver around his small form with the movement.

"Are you really sure about this, Taz? We could wait a while yet."

Kaz was shocked when the Kender's eyes widened even further, quickly filling with unshed tears as he stared up at him.

"You do not even really want me, do you?.." Taz whispered sadly, the moisture in his eyes spilling over to run down from the corners of his eyes. "You only pretended to want me because I was crying.."

The Minotaur growled softly, his brows furrowing with displeasure as he went down on one knee beside Taz, deliberately placing his crotch level with the other male's face. Kaz took hold of the Kender's small hand, careful to be gentle with him despite his irritation that he would think that, his own large hand guiding the Kender's tiny fingers beneath the rough, draping folds of his leather loincloth.

"This is proof of how much I want you, little one! Never doubt that, or me, Taz."

Taz's brown eyes went even wider, round and unblinking as he stared up at the big, hulking Minotaur who was down on one knee beside him where he lay in the grass. His entire body began trembling harder as his small fingers twitched, gently feeling the firm, hot length of him.

"Holy Fizban, you do want me!" Taz gasped, smiling at him happily as his tears dried up instantly now that he knew his own desire was returned.

"Yes, I want you," Kaz snorted softly, shuddering hard at the feel of Taz's small fingers on his ready and eager cock. "I want you now, and I wanted you then, before you even told me that you want me."

Taz gasped, a soft whimper escaping his throat. His voice was clearly aching with longing as he whispered softly, "Gods of Light, I want you so bad!"

The Minotaur growled softly, clearly pleased by the Kender's words. His large hand moved to pull Taz's fingers off his length carefully before he suddenly flipped the Kender over onto his front in the long grass.

Taz gasped again, blinking in surprise as he was suddenly flipped over onto his belly, opening his mouth slightly with the emotion. He was just about to protest when he abruptly felt the cool night air on his small backside, realizing that Kaz had pulled down his green tights and undergarments, leaving them dangling around his ankles above his small shoes.

Taz trembled, his body quivering as he felt the Minotaur push up the bottom of his tunic slowly. He then jerked when something hot and wet slid between his cheeks, moaning low into the grass as he felt whatever it was move over his tight hole, only realizing that it was Kaz's tongue just as it slid into him. In and in, and in.

"Oh, Kaz!" Taz moaned, gasping, shaking and feeling as though it would never stop while the Minotaur's strong hands moved his slender hips up to the right angle to get even deeper within him. "Ahhh! Please, do not stop! Do not ever stop!"

Taz lost himself now within the waves of pleasure as the bull-man's long, slick tongue slid deeper, impossibly deeper, panting and quivering, begging him desperately, "Kaz, oh, Kaz! Please, I need you now!"

"Kaziganthi."

"What?" Taz gasped breathlessly in inquiry.

"My name is Kaziganthi De-Orilg."

"Kaziganthi?"

"Yes."

"Kaziganthi?" Taz whispered softly, as though tasting the name on his tongue curiously. "Yes?"

"I need you inside me, please! Just.. be gentle?.."

"Of course, my little one. Just tell me when to stop, or when to slow down, alright?"

"Okay.." Taz whispered, trembling as Kaz pressed one large hand against the base of his spine gently.

The Minotaur held him still carefully so as not to hurt him, moving his legs to either side of Taz's hips to straddle him. He rose up above Taz's small, quivering form with an eager, unconscious snort, instructing him softly, tenderly, "Take a breath, Taz. It will help."

"O-Okay.."

Taz shivered, breathing in and out slowly for several moments. He was grateful for Kaz's patience as his half-naked body relaxed gradually. The Minotaur was undoing the undergarments beneath his loincloth while he waited for him to speak.

"Okay. I am ready."

"Alright."

Kaz smiled, placing himself at the entrance to the Kender's body. He began to press into him carefully, knowing that he was much too large for Taz to take all of him.

The Minotaur had barely entered him, slipping in easily at first thanks to the oil he'd applied to his big, hard length, when Taz tightened around the end of his huge cock. A ragged and hoarse cry escaped the smaller male beneath Kaz's large body, causing the Minotaur to still instantly in concern.

"Are you alright, Taz? Please tell me that I did not hurt you, sweet little one?"

"No, I- I am okay. But I- I am sorry, but, well.. I.. I think I.."

Kaz was puzzled. Then he studied the Kender, noting the pink in his cheeks as well as the way that his slender body was trembling, guessing softly as it suddenly came to him, "You found release, little one?"

"..Yes. Are you.. mad at me?.."

"Mad at you?" Kaz asked him incredulously. "No, of course not, sweetness. In fact, I consider it a great compliment. After all, I was not even fully within you."

"Oh.. Um, okay. You can, uh.. finish. If you want to.."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Then I will just.."

Taz smiled and closed his eyes, expecting him to push into his body further, clearly surprised when the Minotaur only grunted softly. Taz craned his head back, blinking, his eyes going wide when he saw that Kaz had merely hiked up his loincloth with one hand. His strong and hard-muscled thighs were holding him up securely as he stroked himself off with his other hand quickly.

Taz jerked, his head tilting back further, gasping softly as he watched the Minotaur's dark soulful eyes slide closed as he groaned with pleasure. Quivering was renewed in the Kender's smaller body as a flash of heat warmed the inner walls of Taz's backside, leaking out onto his soft skinned thighs slowly.

"Mmm, Kaz.." Taz whimpered, wriggling his hips as the large male withdrew his partially softening shaft from within his body. He obviously liked the slick, well-used feeling that his body was left with after his withdrawal. "Kaziganthi.. That feels sooo good! Warm. I love you.."

"I love you, too, sweetness," Kaz rumbled, cleaning them both up and straightening their clothes before drawing Taz close into his big arms tenderly, causing the Kender to sigh contentedly and relax against him. "I love you very much, Tasselholf Burrfoot, you seductive little scamp…"