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 MxM  Fantasy  Romance  Erotic  Comedy A Chronicle of Utmost Solemnity & Extravagance [Nev & THTL]

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    This is a heavily erotic fantasy/comedy roleplay and will depict a variety of sexual situations and kinks. Individual scenes may contain fringe sexual interests. Read at your own discretion.

    Salaria Brightflame reclined on a throne of iron and gold. Long, pale fingers heavy with sparkling jewels stroked the edges of the extravagant chair as the queen awaited the elf's arrival. Limp and graying blonde curls fell in tired waves in front of her shoulders, hiding a bosom made robust only by the too-tight cinching of her bodice. She sighed heavily; the most infuriating task of a queen was waiting, and she felt as if she had been waiting all morning. Did no one other than her understand the gravity of the situation? Did no one other than Salaria Brightflame comprehend that too much waiting would lead them all down a path of eternal darkness and eventual decimation?

    Oh, the pains of being queen. She sighed again.

    A young lad dressed in rich wool that had been dyed a most unpleasant shade of brown entered the throneroom. A squire, perhaps. She couldn't remember all of them anymore, but he certainly looked the part. The queen's guards stood at the foot of her elevated throne, encased in shiny armor, hands on the pommels of their swords. Queen Salaria beckoned her guest forward with a simple wave of her hand. The boy, who could not have seen more than thirteen summers, approached the throne and bowed deeply.

    "Your Grace, your knights approach with the summoned elf, Luth... Litha... Lutheran... "

    "Very well," the queen snapped. "We are well aware of whom we have summoned. Off with you."

    The squire's cheeks bloomed bright pink. "Thank you, Your Grace." He bowed once more, though this bow looked to be more of an involuntary jerk than an intentional sign of respect. Shuffling backwards, the boy almost tripped over his own feet before righting himself.

    After the squire disappeared beyond the unnecessarily tall and ornately carved throneroom doors, a small quartet of armored knights filled the emptiness. Each knight was tall, broad, standing straight as an arrow as they all came to a halt in an orderly line in front of their beloved queen. In front of the knightly line stood an elf, two thirds the height of any of his escort, dressed in a collection of flowy, draping, transparent blue silks.

    "Your Grace--" the knight to the elf's immediate right began, but he was hushed when the queen held up an impatient hand.

    "You... you are Lutheyrien Mooneyes?" she asked incredulously, thin lips turned down in what might have been a frown. The queen's faint blonde eyebrows furrowed together, weaving heavy lines into the powdered skin of her forehead. It wasn't the most flattering of looks.

    The elf stared up at her, eyes a pale, icy blue. He shrugged a shoulder languidly, not seeming to notice as a bit of loose silk fell to reveal skin the color of bronze. "So I've been told," he answered, thick eyelashes fluttering. "Though sometimes even I must wonder."

    "Hm." The queen pursed her lips, shifting on her puffed velvet cushions. "It took our men many days to find you, Lutheyrien."

    "I try not to make a habit of being easily discovered," he quipped. "Not unless someone is very interested in finding me. I can gather by the pomp you were quite interested."

    "Yes, We were." The queen lifted herself from her throne, descending a few steps down toward the elf. She stared for a long while before speaking again, her eyes roaming across Lutheyrien's painted visage. The spattering of brown spots across the elf's nose and cheeks reminded her of the night sky. His lips, stained a dark red, reminded her of blood. On his wrists and ankles he worn a collection of dented gold bangles. And the draping silks, like something out of a whorehouse...

    Him? Really? But even she could not question the wisdom of the Oracle.

    "We have summoned you here to impart upon you a task of utmost urgency," she began, her voice growing somber. Lutheyrien's pointed ears twitched in interest, noting the change in the queen's tone. What was initially sharp became soft and dour.

    "It has come to our knowledge that a great evil has made its presence known. A dark warlock of unknowable power has begun amassing a following in the Cimmerwood."

    "Makes sense," the elf replied quietly, nodding in response. "If I were going to begin a campaign of evil, I would most certainly start in Cimmerwood. All dark and gloomy, those ones. It's like, lighten up a little, right?"

    "Uh... certainly," she said. "As We were saying, this warlock proves a great threat to the kingdom. It has been revealed to us that a hero has been chosen to free us from this warlock's shadow."

    "Well, that's a relief!" Lutheyrien exclaimed, tossing up a hand. His bangles jingled in response. "Your Grace, forgive me for my candor, but you should summon that hero as soon as possible. Waiting until the last minute is highly ill advised. You know, warlocks and all. Never know what spells they have up their sleeves. And they have unnecessarily large sleeves."

    "Ah... We think you misunderstand, Lutheyrien," she countered, frown lines deepening. "The reason We have summoned you is because our Oracle has declared you the savior of our kingdom."

    A thick silence congested the air between them. Lutheyrien blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. His painted lips opened, then closed, then opened once again. "Is your Oracle particularly fond of milk of the poppy?" he asked.

    "Ah... not that We are aware of, no. Though We do not see how it would be relevant even if he was."

    "Your Grace... you don't see? Really?"

    "The Oracle has never been wrong," she replied firmly. "If he says you are the hero, then you must be. Despite your... lacking qualities."

    "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a handful of those."

    "We do not intend to send you off with empty hands," the queen pressed on. "We will send you with food, weapons, maps, and a companion."

    "Companion? Like a dog? A big dog?" Lutheyrien hoped desperately it was a big dog.

    "What? No," the queen snapped. "A knight. He will assist you on your journey to defeat the warlock. Ser Laramer, retrieve Ser Tancred," she commanded. One of the bulky knights who had accompanied Lutheyrien to the castle stomped off in response.

    Ser Tancred? Well. Maybe he'll be cute. Like a dog.
     
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    The remaining man-at-arms next to Lutheyrien rocked lightly on his armored feet, clanking slightly, and looking around the room awkwardly. A heavy, oppressive silence fell on the vast glittering throne room as the moments dragged on. A servant sucked in air through their teeth. Another guard, situated by one of the side-doors leading off into the winding tunnel-like corridors of Castle Brightflame, popped his lips obnoxiously. The door opened once, and in stepped a pair of giggling young people, a foppish dressed man in a wide feathered hat, a rapier at his hip, and a blushing scullery maid, who both froze mid-giggle when they realized that there were people in the throne room. They exited quickly, pale and sputtering apologies over their shoulders as they fled.

    It was another whole quarter of an hour before the doors opened again, and in stumbled Ser Laramer. He was clutching his helmet in his gauntled-hands and looked nervously up at the queen, who raised a brow at the soldier with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

    "Ahh... Your Grace." Ser Laramer stammered. "I uh..."

    "Where is Ser Tancred, Ser Laramer?" The queen asked, frowning.

    "He is coming, my lady. He was just...not presentable when I found him."

    "Not...presentable, Sir Laramer?" The Queen asked, leaning forward.

    "You know Ser Tancred, Your Grace. He is of the old philosophy." Laramer said, uncomfortably.

    "Meaning he was out actually doing knightly things, as opposed to simply being a pampered courtier wearing a tin-can." the Queen said, letting a slight smile now tug the edges of her lips.

    Laramer seemed annoyed and even more uncomfortable now, but replied with manful perserverance. "Just so, Your Grace."

    A moment or two later, the doors to the throne room were opened again, and this time in walked a towering man, easily six-foot-six and probably weighing 18 stone. He wore a knight's armor, but unlike the polished, cohesive plate of the men already in the room, this was battered, patched together from the work of half a dozen different smiths, and it was painted black in several places to prevent rust. The man carried a shield, emblazoned with a golden dear on a pattern of blue, white and black, and carried a visored helmet under one beefy arm. He had a sword and dagger on his belt, and a somewhat travel-worn blue cloak around his shoulders. He was young, not long into his twenties, with dark hair shaved high on the sides and slicked back over his head. He had sharp, almost crystal-blue eyes, and a short, well-kept beard. He was slightly sweaty, as well as lightly sprinkled by dust. He walked to the the base of the throne and bowed.

    "Queen Salaria." He said. "My apologies on my lateness, I was engaged in settling a dispute that required a bit of... physical persuasiveness." The knight, presumable Ser Tancred, said in a deep, resonant voice. He smiled then, and when he smiled his youth became very apparent- if this lad had seen twenty two, he hadn't seen it for very long.
     
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    Queen Salaria had not entrusted a man to accompany Lutheyrien across the continent to the Cimmerwood; she had employed an absolute beast. The knight bowed, but once he righted himself, the elf couldn't keep his pale glassy eyes from growing wide and round like marbles. Is the lad half giant?! he wondered, painted lips parted in a frozen gasp. But no, half-giant this one couldn't be, for giants were known to be rather unfortunate looking brutes, with sloped foreheads, bulbous noses, and little-to-no necks to hold up those gargantuan square heads. This man was far too well-formed to have a drop of giant blood running through those bulky limbs. He was simply large. Quite impressively large. Lu wondered just how far that largeness extended.

    "You are forgiven, Ser," the queen said. Lu could hear a spot of warmth in her usual chilly tones, see the sparkle in her dark eyes as the knight stood tall. Ah, so she's fond of this one. And she's giving him up to me? How generous.

    "Lutheyrien, this is Ser Tancred. He will be your escort on your journey. He will be your sword, your shield against enemies both living and immaterial. It is his sole duty to protect you, to give his life for yours if necessary. He is Our most trusted knight, one of Our most valuable subjects, and it pains Us most terribly to send him away."

    "You're exceedingly magnanimous, Your Grace."

    "Your task is great and if we are to expect any amount of success, you must be accompanied by greatness." The queen sighed deeply, thin blonde eyelashes fluttering as she waved Ser Tancred toward his charge. She had argued heavily with her council about sending Tancred away. All the reasons for why she had wanted to keep him were used against her as reasons for why it was him who must go. He was one of the most decorated knights, especially for one so young. He was big, strong, powerful, intimidating, a perfect companion for an elf so slight and delicate. She would miss visiting Ser Tancred after a ceremonial joust, watching with rapt attention as he dominated a melee in Her Grace's honor. She would miss keeping him by her side on jaunts into the royal forests, where she would watch him hunt and slaughter a boar for its meat. Oh, she would miss many things, indeed.

    The knight approached, and Lu found himself craning his neck upwards to admire the hair along Ser Tancred's jaw, something he as an elf could never achieve. "Hello," the elf purred, offering the knight the most subtle of bows, wavy strands of burnt chestnut falling into his eyes. "So you're the one who's supposed to protect me from monsters, then?" The translucent blue fabric sparkled and fluttered as the elf began to walk in a slow circle around Tancred, eyeing him from greaves to temple. The golden chains around his ankles softly jingled with each step.

    "I hope you know how to use this," he said, pressing the palm of his hand against the knight's decorated shield, stroking up along its length, then down along its edges with long bronze fingers. "And this," he continued, stepping forward to wrap his hand around the grip of the knight's sword, but halted his movement as the group of knights shuffled in irritation.

    "Ooooh, yes, clearly ruffled some armor plates, haven't I? Very well." Lu let his arms innocuously drop to his sides. "There, see? No harm done. Hopefully I haven't offended my new companion."
     
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    Tancred, for his part, remaind standing stock still, his pale blue eyes narrowing slightly at the.... man.

    Tancred did not consider himself a bigot by any stretch of the imagination, but god's blood elves could be difficult to place, gender-wise. They were all sort of slender and pretty, and this one dressing like a dancing girl in some traveling wagon show did not help matters. Still, his duty was his duty, and if this helpless slip of an elf in his gauzy dancers outfit needed a sword-arm to protect him, Tancred would not shy away.

    Still...

    "If I am to protect you, that also means giving you good counsel, sirrah. And it is decidedly unwise to grasp ahold of another man's sword." The knight said, and the other men-at-arms gathered gave low, uneasy laughs. They knew Tancred well, and while it was hard to find as kind and good-natured a young man in the entirety of the kingdom, they also knew that very few men took their duties and responsibilites as knights quite as seriously and literally as did Tancred. While he was not going to be cruel to Lutheyrien, they also could not picture any scenario where the big young knight and the beautiful elf lad made any sort of friends. Tancred, for all his good-heart and genuine valor, straddled the line somewhere between stuffy bore and country bumpkin, and beyond the realm of lances and horses and swords, the real of battles and marches, and of tourneys and the grand melee, there was not a great deal going on between the ears.

    He was a perfectly simple man, well-suited to his station in life. Not stupid by any means.

    Simple specialized and honed to a razor's edge in the name of his calling.

    Tancred then turned back to the queen. "You said I should accompany him, on a journey? If I may ask, Your Grace, to where? And to what end?" Then, fearing the questions may seem resistant to her wishes, the knight added. "Not that it would change my intentions and resolve to go, of course, my queen, but there is a question of planning, of choosing routes, of logistics."

    Tancred looked then from the queen, to the elf, and back to the queen, hoping for some degree of an answer.
     
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    The queen offered the knight the tiniest of smiles, her pink lips twitching at the corners of her mouth in mild amusement. "Did Ser Laramer not relay to you the reasoning for Our summons?" she questioned, eyes shifting dangerously to the knight in question. Poor Ser Laramer choked on the air in his throat, cheeks bright red beneath the light stubble. He clutched his shiny helm in his hands, bowing his head in submission.

    "Your Grace, my deepest of apologies. I fully intended to convey to Ser Tancred--"

    "We are not interested in your excuses, Ser. In the future, see that when We assign to you a task, you complete it fully." Her gaze returned to Tancred, and that softened, admiring look returned, easing the lines at the corners of the queen's deepset eyes. "Ser Tancred. It has been decided by the royal council that you are to accompany Lutheyrien Mooneyes to the Cimmerwood." Her bejeweled hands vaguely gestured in the elf's direction as the queen recited the speech she had already given to Lu, this time mildly tailored to apply to her young knight.

    "You will be provided with supplies and mounts. Maps used by Our own generals shall also be gifted so that you may plan your routes and logistics. However, time is of the essence, Ser Tancred. You and your charge must depart by tomorrow's sunrise."

    "Tomorrow?" Lu interjected, coppery eyebrows furrowing. "Your Grace, pardon my candor, but that seems quite fucking soon."

    The color on the queen's pale cheeks intensified: a ruddy heat beneath an artificial layer of sweet lead white.

    "Every second counts!" she snapped. Her face became cool and composed once more, hands delicately folded in front of her as she regained her queenly composure. "Each moment we dally, the closer Our kingdom comes to ruin. Until sunrise is the longest We can allow you to linger.

    "We have arranged you lodging for tonight... elsewhere," she explained. "Ser Tancred, We believe you are acquainted with the Seven Bloody Lions? It is been told to Us that it is a modest establishment at the edge of Iron Alley. Take Our Lutheyrien there and mention your name to the innkeep. You will be provided food and drink and be permitted a warm bath, if you both so choose. Your supplies will be delivered to you on the morrow.

    "Now, off with you all," Queen Salaria commanded, returning to her extravagant throne. "Your queen grows weary."
     
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    The big knight nodded, not particularly minding the sound of a warm bath and a pleasant place to sleep. He gave a formal bow to the queen, not going into the usual rigamarole he might with a lesser being had they indicated he may need a mount. Tancred needed no mount, nor would any knight worth his spurs, although she probably intended to send him along with a spare riding horse. His destrier, the great shiny black warhorse he rode into battle, was perhaps too valuable to simply use as a riding mount, although having to shift from one horse to the next would make reacting to a threat while mounted all the more laborious and time-consuming, dangerous when swift reactions mattered most.

    Tancred was doing what he did best- aside from cleaving in skulls- and that was anaylizing the logicistics of conflict.

    He had time, he supposed.

    "We should go then, Lutheyrien." He said to the pretty elf, turning towards the doorway once he was certain the queen had finished speaking to them.

    [​IMG]

    The Seven Bloody Lions, a sturdily built stone building near the edge of the street of smiths, where Iron Mongers and weaponsmiths and armorers all plied their trade, was an older place, well made and while not precisely an upscale establishment, was far from the dives and flophouses one would find along the Street of Whores or Reputation Row.

    It would serve.

    Tancred rode there, astride his great warhorse Malcontent, the very beast he wondered if he would be trading out for the journey. He was considering the likelihood of leaping from one horse to the other at the first sign of danger and finding it improbable. Perhaps the queens chosen horse would also be some degree of battle trained? Not a warhorse, exactly, not a destrier like Malcontent was, but a beast with a modicum of combat experience?

    He had been tossing these thoughts over and over for the duration of the ride to the Inn, giving little more than nodded or grunted replies to anything the elf had to say.

    There were more important things than small talk, after all.
     
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    "Please, only family and royals call me Lutheyrien," the elf commented, waving a dismissive hand. "Lu will suffice. More succinct and all that. Who has time for all those syllables when we have a kingdom to save," he said playfully, offering the big knight a grin, but Ser Tancred only seemed capable of replying in a series of disinterested grunts.

    The knight's lukewarm manner showed no signs of warming as they trudged away from Brightflame Castle down the well-trodden road of Iron Alley. Ser Tancred rode a beast as intimidating and unnecessarily large as the knight himself, dwarfing the elf at their side and no alternative manner of travel other than his own feet. Lu silently cursed the queen's thickheaded knights and their refusal at his request to don footwear before answering the queen's summons.

    No time, they had said.

    The queen demands your presence now, they explained.

    The queen waits for no man, they had yelled as the elf wrapped himself in blue silks. "I'm hardly a man," he elf had joked.

    Clearly, no one who spent more than five minutes in the castle had a sense of humor.

    The inn was bustling with activity when the pair arrived. Lu impatiently waited as Ser Tancred hitched his beast of a mount. I'm certain both of us could have fit up there, he thought, lips pursing in irritation, but he kept silent. If they were going to spend a good deal of time together, best not to annoy the big man too early.

    Lu slipped inside the inn little notice. Despite an outfit that screamed LOOK AT ME! the elf had the unusual ability to remain unnoticed when he so wished it. Slinking up to the innkeep's counter was easy enough, though once the elf siddled close, a few rough-looking men with scraggly beards and scarred faces gave him intrigued stares.

    "Ah no, no, I ain't got any business for you tonight," he innkeep spat, slamming a pint of mead down on the counter. The thirsty patron grabbed the pint eagerly, gulping the brew down with zero hesitation. "You take your fancy self out of here, Lulu. Ruby and Isobel have already made the rounds tonight and I'm tryin' to keep this place a respectable establishment."

    The elf smirked, leaning over the counter and flashing a flirtatious smile. "Ulric, are you telling me you don't think I'm respectable? Why, I rather think I'm of quite good repute."

    The innkeep scoffed and shook his head. "Just like an elf to delude themselves into thinking they're better than they are. Take your machinations elsewhere, elf."

    Lu's cheeks flashed a soft red, mouth tweaked. He tipped his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders languidly. "Oh, old friend, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I have a room waiting for me."

    "A room?" Ulric spat. "I've told the girls to not promise you anything, no matter how loud you make 'em scream."

    "Oh, it's not for just me," Lu laughed. "It's for my friend here." He turned, waving the big knight forward. "Ser knight, please tell my friend here your name. He seems to be confused about what is expected of him."
     
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    Tancred was not precisely a rube. He was perhaps a touch further on the country-mouse side of the scale than most, but he lived, and fought, in the city, and he understood how things worked. He did not involve himself in the less savory side of things mosty out of choice. He just wasn't tempted by that kind of life, but he wasn't unaware of it.

    The big knight looked at innkeep and cocked his head. Tension in his thick neck popped audibly.

    "My name is Ser Tancred. I am a knight in the queen's service." He nodded towards his armor and the helmet he still carried slung under one meaty arm. "And I have been told to expect accomodations for myself and this elven gentlemen for the evening. I trust I will not be disappointed in this expectation?"

    He stared at the innkeep. The proprietor, who was, in the classic tradition of men who ran such caravanserai and carrage houses, was a big, burly type, not unaccustomed to dealing with the odd bit of roughhousing or difficult customers.

    He visibly swallowed at the sight of the enormous man-at-arms. Tancred punctuated his point by putting his helmet on the bartop. The visor clanged down into place.

    "Of course, of course." the inkeep said. "Please, yes, follow me..." He said, reaching under the bar and fumbling for a key. The knight extended a mailed hand.

    "We can find it ourselves, sirrah. Just point us in the direction."

    The Innkeep dropped the key into the leather-stitched palm of the knight's out-held gauntlet and nodded. "Of course. Up the stairs, the third floor, there's only one room up there, you can't miss it."

    "Very well." Tancred said, giving the Inkeep a nod and then looking at Lulu.

    "After you." Tancred said, gesturing. He was, he realizing, treating Lulu like a woman, when he was deigning to directly talk to the elf at all.
     
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    “After me,” Lu replied with a wry smirk, fine chestnut eyebrows raised in feigned surprise. How chivalrous Ser Tancred was, almost to a fault. With a demeanor as dry and stale as week-old bread, Lu imagined this forced critical adventure was going to lack of significant amount of excitement if he didn’t find a way to make things more interesting.

    Lu collected his flowy, draping silks and ascended the creaky wooden steps, not unfamiliar with the Seven Bloody Lions’s floor plan. As the two climbed from the ground floor to the next, sounds of pleasure could be heard beyond the cracked doors. “I imagine you haven’t spent much time on the upper levels of the inn, have you?” Lu posited. “I would have certainly taken note of a man of your… impressive stature had you stomped in for a pint. Or something a little richer.”

    The stone cold look on Tancred’s face suggested he cared little for Lu’s musings, much the same he had during their walk. Lu didn’t hesitate to hold out a hand with long calloused fingers. “Key, if you’d kindly,” he said, plucking the requested item from the knight’s hand before he could argue.

    Lu pushed the heavy door open to reveal a wide, open room. A large bed with plush red and gold sheets sat in the middle, its rickety wooden frame pushed up against a wall. An empty tub large enough for four people was against the wall right next to the door, close enough for anyone having to haul buckets upstairs to fill the blasted thing to not have to suffer too much. A table with some chairs, a couple of lanterns and a collection of individual candles waiting to be lit. The walls were decorated with taxidermied elk heads, shiny shields emblazoned with the crests of famous knights and lordly families (some donated perhaps, others clearly fabricated), and mediocre portraits of the royals. Lu was sure one particular portrait hanging above the single bed made the queen’s nose a little too straight and her hair far silkier than he recalled.

    “Look at this,” the elf commented, holding his lean arms out wide. “It’s practically a palace! Oh, if only the queen could see us now, she would be burning bright with envy, surely.”

    A few swift knocks sounded at the door. Lu turned to see a young dwarf woman peeking her head through.

    “The ladies an’ me was told to bring up some water fer yer bath, sir,” she commented, taking a step forward as the door swung open more widely. She addressed Tancred in his plate only; Lu was hardly an afterthought.

    “Splendid. I’m feeling a little grimy. The thought of future world-saving works up such a sweat.” The elf began to shake off his jewelry and garments as the women filled the tub with steaming water, bucket after bucket. Dented copper bracelets and chains fell away and silky was unwound, revealing a tanned body, lithe and lean with mild scarring along his abdomen.

    His hips were delicate and narrow, tapering down into long taut thighs. He peered over his shoulder, tossing sly glances at some of the women who dared to pause in their pouring to analyze his willowy frame. As his gaze met the glassy brown eyes of a woman with a greasy apron and dirty fingernails, he smiled, and a bright pink blush blossomed across the woman’s cheeks before she scurried away.

    “Fancy a bit of a scrub down, Ser Knight?” the elf asked, leaning over the tub’s edge to drag his fingertips across the water’s surface. “That armor hardly looks very breathable.”
     
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    The big knight was not paying attention to the elf while the latter undressed; he was himself engaging in the usual end-of-day process of removing his armor. It was not a swift process, and usually involved a squire or second. Every knight could don and doff their armor with no help, but it was a long, pains-taking process.

    "I don't need the water to be warm." Tancred said as he began to undo the top layer of his armor; that being his pauldrons and gorget. He undid bucklets and straps, easing the steel plates up and over his head before placing them carefully down on the floor by his boots. "You can go first, if you would prefer hot water."

    After the gorget and pauldrons came the cuirass, and then his thigh-length mail hauberk. He now sat on the edge of the bed in his sabatons and greaves- plate armor boots attached to an articulated knee-guard that was itself attached to thigh-encompasing plates. Under that he wore a pair of linen breeches. His upper body was covered in a heavy quilted jacket, which he was in the process of unbuttoning slowly.
     
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    The lithe elf raised an eyebrow, watching with vague bemusement as the knight freed himself from the confines of his armor. “Why am I not surprised,” he mumbled, turning back toward the water. The bath rippled enticingly as he continued to run his fingers across the water’s face, his own distorted reflection staring back at him.

    “Y’know, if you plan on being all business-this and business-that throughout the entirety of our travels, it is going to be an awfully dull affair.” He waved away the remaining tavern employees with a quick smile--Oh, don’t you worry, love, I know how to give myself a proper scrubbing--and climbed into the bath, sinking into the steaming water. A soft, delicate sigh of satisfaction escaped his lips as he reclined.

    “Have you ever been tasked with a quest such as this, good sir? Tancred, was it?” The elf leaned his head back, dipping his chestnut waves into the water. His hair splayed out around his head like rays from a rich, dark sun. “Cross-continent shenanigans, as it were. Have you ever travelled across the continent, big boy?”

    Lu lifted his head to steal a gaze once more at the now armor-less Tancred. Even without the armor he was still large and imposing. More than enough to make up for Lu’s delicate frame.
     
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    The knight shrugged out of the arming coat and was left only in a pair of dark doeskin breeches and a thigh-length linen sark, both sweat-stained and clinging to him. Every man looked imposingly thick and broad in their armor, it was the nature of the layered design of the fighting man's harness. Not every man was thick and broad out of it, and it became obvious that Tancred must have been wearing relatively lightweight armor, because he may have seemed bigger out of it, as if the metal and leather and quilting was actually keeping him bound inside it.

    "I was unaware I was also the entertainment." Tancred said, tugging off the last two pieces of armor- leather vambraces around his wrists. He dropped them neatly beside the rest of his armor. "For continent-spanning adventures, dull is generally the preferred way for things to go, and I cannot imagine it's going to stay dull for long." He said, and looked up at the pretty elf. "But yes. I actually grew up in Hars-Tharkas, in Grendelmere. So I've been across the width and breadth of this land a few times."
     
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    "Well, it wouldn't be fair if I were the only one willing to entertain, would it?" Lu replied, shrugging his shoulders languidly. The elf seemed to float about the tub, slowly drifting from one side to the other as if his bones were as light and hollow as a bird's. Thankfully, the elf was moderately sturdier than his fine frame suggested.

    "Maybe our definitions of 'dull' are a bit different from one another. For a knight such as yourself, anything that isn't you shoving your sword up into a dragon's gullet as it vomits lava down onto your person is perhaps categorized as tame. I have less demanding requirements." The elf stood, water rushing down his thin torso in tiny cascades as steam rose from his copper skin. The tub was deep enough for the water to come just beneath his narrow hips, revealing a lack of body hair of any kind--full bloodied elves weren't capable of such feats anyway--and deep, old scars along his torso, jagged pale marks on otherwise glowing flesh.

    "This is silly," he commented, waving a lazy hand at Tancred. "This water is hot, the tub can surprisingly enough fit both of us. Just get in. The bathing will be far more effective that way. Yes, yes, you're an impressive brute of a man who does not require hot water to refresh himself, but what better way to start of what is destined to be a perilous journey than a good scrubbing? You'll slip right back into that dirty armor and feel yourself again in the morning, I'm sure.

    "Now, come here and tell me all about Grendelmere. I've spent many years roaming and, alas, the only memory of my time in Grendelmere involves an ogre with a fake leg and his fondness for lavender honey. I feel it may not be an accurate representation of the population, you see. Come, come."
     
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    The knight shrugged and slipped off his sweat-stained sark, revealing the heavily muscled torso criss-crossed with slash marks and dotted with puckered knife-scars. A light dusting of gold curls played across his chest and down the tight muscles of his stomach, to disappear into the waist-band of his dull, tight breeches. "A bit of a bath won't hurt anyway, I suppose."

    He paused though, ever so briefly, when his eyes lit on the elf's slender chest and pretty face.

    Then he set about stripping the rest of his clothes off- after all, it was hardly as though he'd never had to bathe with other knights while on campaign or out adventuring. So his breeches slipped down over his legs and to the ground and he slid into the tub, and the forced casualness of the motion gave Lulu a view of the organ hanging between the big knight's powerful horseman's thighs. It was flacic, of course, but there was an undeniable length to it and a certain, almost arrogant girth to it, even in it's restful state.

    The big knight exhaled as he slid into the tub, about as far from Lulu as possible.

    "Thank you." he said. "This is pleasant."
     
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    A single raised eyebrow was the only visible evidence of Lu's interest; a more subtle clue might have been the way the elf's eyes dragged along the knight's rugged frame, lingering momentarily on the hefty organ between his legs before settling in the water. My, my, the elf thought with a slight grin, you must be popular with the ladies.

    Then again, was he? Knights were notorious for wandering the alleys on their nights off, plucking young men and women from the muddied streets to spend the evening rolling around on a hay-filled mattress, but Lu had never heard whispers of a giant knight with a cock as big as an elf's forearm lurking and fucking. And Lu would have certainly been aware of those whispers had they existed. Perhaps Tancred was the shy type, or the honorable type (even worse, as far as Lu was concerned).

    "See what happens when you listen to me?" he asked playfully, snatching a few rags and the bar of soap left by the tavern wenches. "I'd recommend remembering this in the future when you're unsure of whether I have a good idea or not. I always have fantastic ideas."

    "Now, go on. Tell me about Grendelmere. Or something else, if you like. You get to talking, and I'll do what I do best."

    Lu slid through the water, dipping the cleaning rag and lathering it up with the block of soap. "Have you ever been to a proper bath before?" the elf asked, slowly running the sudsy cloth down his own neck, across his sharp collarbone. "You know, the kind where you pay a copper for a pretty young thing to scrub all the salt from your skin after a hot day?"
     
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    "I have bathed properly. You may have seen me today after a ride and a scuffle but I am still a knight. There is a certain level of decorum expected." Tancred replied, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the edge of the tub. "And no, I have not paid for any such thing. It's not common where I am from, and I've never gotten particularly used to the idea of being so....attended do." He looked over at Lulu and was briefly... and uncomfortably... struck by just how lovely the slender elf was.

    Then Tancred shrugged it away. "My family is not so noble that I have servants at my every whim. I haven't even had a squire in a great deal of time. I do most things on my own. It's better that way. You never know what might happen, it's important for a fighting man to be able to do everything."
     
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    "Oh, and most honorable you must be, good sir. I cannot imagine the queen would enlist the help of someone who did not stubbornly uphold every knightly tenet. I meant no offense." The elf smiled gently, continuing to drag the lathered rag along his own light brown skin.

    "Not common where you're from? Did you grow up on a dairy farm, sir? Or perhaps slaving away in a field? Might explain your... uncommon girth. Either way, I would expect a knight to be a little more adventurous, sir. Simply because you've never experienced something before doesn't mean you never should. If that were true, we'd never experience anything, would we?"

    The knight's eyes were closed, large body taking up a significant amount of space in the hot, steaming bath. Lulu didn't mind all that much. He continued to inch closer, water waving gently between both bodies. The elf paused when the knight lifted his head to shoot him a quick glance, but that was all it was.

    "You're a knight now, sir. Perhaps you're due for a little pampering. I can promise you, not much hold your peers back, truly." Lu had performed more than his fair share of knightly pampering.

    "Excellent way to start off our incredibly important and potentially life-threatening adventure, I say." The elf reached out with the wet rag and began scrubbing the knight's chest in circular motions. "Let's make this more comfortable, shall we?" Lu mused, shifting through the water so he could straddle the knight's treetrunk-like thigh. "Oh, much better, innit?

    "Now see, Her Majesty the Queen Salaria would just adore this image, her two heroes gettin' cozy before their big journey." The rag slipped beneath the surface of the water, down down across the knight's torso. "You say it's best to do everything alone but I think you and me have a bit of an ideological difference there, sir. Nothing wrong with a little bit of help, especially when the one helping has a skill or two you don't. That's why you're escorting me across the continent, innit? Because you're good at certain things?"

    The elf smirked as he pushed the rag even farther down into the water and along the knight's body, letting his hand slip between the large man's thighs and gently rub against his resting manhood. "I'm quite good at certain things too, sir."
     
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    'It's the principle of the thing." Tancred said, more interested in the elf's words at first, and taking them essentially at face value. "I am fully aware most of my compatriots indulge themselves at every opportunity, simply because our priveliged position in the social..." he waved his hand as if trying to conjure the words from the air as Lulu began to scrub at his chest. "....order, I guess. Our station. But we should be above indulging our every whim, simply because we are meant to be an example."

    He sighed and leaned back a little, letting his eyes close. "It's not that I have any particular problem with enjoying oneself now and again, but I'm a warrior. I have been schooled in the arts of war, and that is where I should.."

    Tancred stopped when he realized the sensuous way the elf was rubbing the washcloth over his chest. He blinked down at Lu, noticing- not for the first time- the lovely elf's smooth, soft, androgynous body and lovely face.

    And then the elf's hand brused against his cock.

    Tancred's jaw set, his shoulders tensing.

    "Remove. Your. Hand."
     
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    The knight seemed to have little issue as the damp rag crossed his chest, hardly blinked as the elf straddled his thick and muscular thigh. Boldness crept into the elf's limbs as they sunk beneath the water's surface, but that bravado was quickly met with a hard stare and a commanding tone.

    Lu paused, mouthing twitching into a playful smirk. "I mean no offense, sir knight," he replied, relaxing to place more of his weight onto the man's beefy leg. "I only intend to pamper. Even warriors deserve to experience the delights of a clean physique. Especially warriors, I'd say."

    Water droplets clung to the elf's plump lips, sliding ever so slowly down his pointed chin as if regretting the descent. "I am but a lowly, yet surprisingly important elf, but an elf nonetheless. In what ways could I possibly pose a threat to you, with your rock-hard biceps and your fists the size of a child's stupid little head. You could crush me with your thumb. So please, lean back, relax, I'm merely here to serve."

    Teasing the noble knight was akin to tickling the belly of a dragon, but somehow Lu couldn't resist the temptation to prod and stroke. He delicately began to scrub once more, using his other hand to caress the knight's broad chest.

    "There's nothing in your knightly vows that forbid a nice bath, is there?"
     
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    The knight looked very hard at the elf, and he was clearly chewing over something behind his crystal blue eyes. But he felt the slight weight of the elf's slender body on his thigh and the plump softness of the elf's lips and he realized just how pretty Lu was.

    Re-realized it?

    Acknowledged it.

    And as the elf began to scrub his chest, bronze fingers running through the curls of Tancred's chest hair, and Tancred chewed his lower lip.

    There was something boyishly innocent in the warrior's stern face now, something hidden a bit deeper than his hardened expression, as he listened to the husky words especaing Lu's plush mouth.

    Tancred let out a low, groaning sound.

    The stiffening of his cock was impossible for either of them to ignore, especially consider it's rather impressive size and girth.
     
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