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“Five thousand years ago, my ancestors flew to this Kingdom on the backs of Dragons. Massive, ancient beings of sheer power; with these dragons, King Henry the Firebringer, the founder of my House, brought an end to the thousand years of war between the Elves of the woods, the Dwarves in their mountain halls, the Merfolk of the sea, the Orcs of the Highlands, and the humans of the valley under one banner, that of the Great House of Dragonsbane. Nowadays, of course, Dragons no longer exist; they haven’t for a thousand years, but the House of Dragonsbane still sits on the throne of the great Kingdom of Emberstone. And under my family's rule, the different species of this vast land have learned to live in peace and harmony. Specifically, on this, the twentieth year of my rule, I ask you all to remember the dark times and be thankful for what you all have under my family’s rule and protection. A toast to you all,” King Lucas V said, smiling and raising a wine glass to a crowded room of supporters, who all clapped enthusiastically. 

Beside him, his Queen Ariana clapped and smiled politely too, before turning to her youngest son, Prince Timothy, and wiping his face with a gold-trimmed napkin. “You have some sauce there, my sweet son,” she said happily, smiling and cleaning off his face. 

“Yay, the Feast is done… may Lexi and I be excused, please,” pleaded the red-headed Prince Rory, the middle son of the couple, who was sitting a few seats along from the King and Queen at the long table. 

“Yes, please, mother, these festivities go on for hours and they are sooo boring to us,” added the long-haired brunette Princess Lexi, who was just as eager as her twin brother to get out of there. 

“Oh yes, of course,” said Queen Ariana, smiling, “Just don’t get into any trouble,” she added, before turning her attention back to Lil Timmy.

Rory gave his best innocent little prince smile. “Yes, thank you, mother, we will be on our best behavior.” He took his sister's hand and the pair ran off laughing. “Do you think she knows?” whispered Rory, as they ran hand-in-hand out of the banquet hall.

“Of course not,” said Lexi sharply, “And it’s gonna remain that way if you wish for it to continue,” she added, glaring at Rory as they ran up the castle stairs to their bedroom in the West Tower.

Meanwhile, the couple’s oldest son and the heir to the throne, seventeen-year-old Prince Henry, was currently dozing off at the table next to his father, who was droning on about some war stories. 

Standing behind him, his sworn protector and dearest friend, Ser William of the Kingsguard, tapped Henry on the shoulder and whispered, “Sir, stay awake… your father wouldn’t be pleased if he saw you dozing off in a public space.” 

Henry smiled, shaking himself and sitting up straight. “Thank you, William,” he said quietly, “I really don’t know what I would do without you.” The Prince smirked as the pair locked eyes. 

William smirked back. “I don’t either, your Grace.” 

Turning quickly away, Henry stood up suddenly and turned to the King. “Father, if I may interrupt…”

King Lucas smiled. “But, of course, my son. It is your right to address my subjects, as one day they will be your people.” 

Henry nodded, a smirk still pulling at the corner of his mouth even as he put on a regal smile. “Oh, good people of Emberstone, you have come far and wide to admire my father on this, the twentieth year of his reign, and I for one want to thank you… want to thank you all for bringing your very beautiful, and single, daughters to come admire me, the real life Prince Charming.” Henry said, smiling wide as his pearly whites glittered in the bright candlelight of the hall. 

The Lords all laughed heartily at this while their daughters all swooned. Leading the applause for the young Prince, King Lucas patted his son on the back. “Lords and Ladies of the Court, please give it up for my pride and joy, and your future King, Prince Henry.” The crowd all did as they were ordered and clapped enthusiastically once again. 

Looking down from the long table, Henry smiled and waved, and even winked at a few of the girls, making one or two literally faint. “Thank you all, you are too kind,” he said graciously, “And with that, I must bid you all a good night. I have much work to do, training to be a King is hard work.” Henry smiled at the King, bowing, before he turned to William. “See me to my chambers, Ser William.” 

William nodded, bowing to both the Prince and the King. “Of course, your Grace,” he said at once, before escorting Henry out of the room and directly to his chambers. 

Once upstairs in the Prince’s chambers, Henry casually tossed his crown aside onto the richly-carpeted floor and began to unbutton his stupid tight tunic. “Oh, how I hate those things,” he grumbled, “All the stupid, fat, drunk Lords and their ugly whores for daughters, all batting their eyelashes at me, all trying to win my affection… It's ghastly work,” Prince Henry sighed dramatically, tossing his tunic to the ground and kicking off his boots. 

“It is your duty, your Grace,” Ser William said, a little reproachfully, “As the heir to the throne, you are expected to do these things.” 

The now shirtless Henry turned and glared at Williams, getting right up in his face. “What did I tell you about the ‘your Grace’ shit?” he growled, “Only in public… in private, you shall address me as…” 

William smirked as he leaned in close and whispered in Henry’s ear, “Daddy.” 

Henry smirked. “Damn right.” He then pulled William into a passionate kiss and began to help the knight remove his armor, as the secret lovers locked their tongues in this forbidden tango. 

But before they could get too far, the door to the chambers burst open and Prince Timmy came running into the room. “Hey Hen!!!” he cried, then stopped and stared at the pair, “What are you doing?!?” 

Henry backed away from William as quickly as he could, pulling his pants back up. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, TIMMY, LEARN HOW TO KNOCK!” Henry snapped furiously at his little brother, who backed up a little, frowning from the Prince to his Knight 

“What were you doing with Ser William there… and why are you almost naked?” Timmy demanded. 

“It is no concern of yours, Orcbreath!” snapped Henry, “NEVER ENTER MY CHAMBERS WITHOUT KNOCKING AGAIN!” he shouted, shoving his little brother out into the hall and slamming the door behind him. 

William sighed, sitting down on the bed and looking up at the Prince. “We can’t keep doing this, Hen… we are surely going to get caught, and then my head will be on a spike.” 

Henry sat down beside him and caressed William’s cheek. “I will never let that happen… you understand that… I will never let anything harm you,” Henry said, pulling William into a heated kiss. He then helped him strip the rest of his clothes off before the two of them lay down on the bed and started to go at it. 

Across the kingdom, just outside the tiny village of Williamsburg, there was a lovely meadow, filled with tall grass and willow trees. For the local teenagers of Williamsburg, this meadow is where they would go to do… things… away from the prying eyes of adults, especially on warm summer afternoons such as this. 

This particular afternoon, local farm boy Parker Green had brought his girlfriend Cassandra Smith out to the meadow. The pair were sitting under the willow tree in the dappled sunlight, the warm rays playing across Parker’s bare back.

The sun was beginning to set in the distance as the two teenagers embraced. Parker’s shirt lay on the grass where he had tossed it aside. He was stroking Cassandra’s hair as they made out, lips locked together and the world around them fading away.

“You’re so pretty, Cass,” said Parker, smirking a little as he pulled back to look at her for a moment.

“Not so bad yourself, Green,” she replied, running a finger across his lips and down his neck.

Parker smiled. “In the summer sunlight, you’re just so beautiful,” he said, with the air of a poet reciting a sonnet.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “Okay, Green. Just shut up and kiss me.”

Parker frowned a little. “Can’t I tell my girl how much I love her?”

“Ugh,” groaned Cassandra, pulling Parker towards her, “If I wanted to talk about my feelings, I’d hang out with my girlfriends from the forge.

As the sun set beyond the meadow, the pair resumed kissing, Parker now feeling a little put out. As they kept making out, their hands steadily moved lower and lower, Cassandra’s down Parker’s back, while he tried to slip his under her blouse and around her corset.

“I really wanna make love to you,” Parker whispered in her ear as he hickeyed her neck.

Cassandra shook her head. “Nuh-uh, Green, you know we can’t. Not till we’re married, I’m not that kinda girl.”

“I know,” sighed Parker, even as he felt a frustration burning in his loins, making his pants feel as tight as her corset. “But you got me so worked up, Cass.”

Parker grinded against her a little, hands still searching in vain for a way into her corset as she stroked his slightly sweaty back while they made out against the willow tree.

“One day, Parker,” she said softly, nibbling his ear, “One day we will be together properly, and it’ll be worth the wait.”

Parker let out a moan of frustration. “I know it will,” he mumbled, “But couldn’t you just, you know…” He made a gesture with his hand and poked his tongue into his cheek, before glancing down at the bulge in his pants. “It barely counts, it wouldn’t hurt your honor or anything.”

He paired the request with his most adorable, appealing puppy-dog look, and she sighed, relenting, and shook her head with a smile.

“Go on then, Green,” she said, reaching down to unlace his pants.

Parker leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes in pleasure and satisfaction. As the sun finally began to go down, so did his girl, and Parker ended his evening in the meadow with soft moans and his pants around his ankles.

Parker was walking down the path, lacing up his pants and pulling his shirt down after his rendezvous with Cassandra. He was feeling quite happy, but he wanted more. “Erik will know how to get her to put out more for me, surely,” Parker said to himself, referring to his older brother as he strolled down the streets of Williamsburg. 

Lost in his own thoughts, Parker bumped into a hooded figure as he approached the farm. “I’m sorry,” he said at once, turning to the stranger, “I wasn’t paying attention. My mind is on… different things.”

The stranger looked up at Parker, not taking his hood down. “It would be wise to pay more attention,” he said, “You never know what is going to happen when you are not looking. You could lose everything, at no fault of your own, and then where would you be?” And following this ominous proclamation, the hooded figure turned and walked off without another word. 

Parker shrugged. “That was weird, but whatever...” He continued walking down the path up to a rather quaint but homely old shack in the grounds of a modest farm. This was the Green family farm and had been in Parker’s family since the time of King Henry the Firebringer. Parker’s father, Ryan, had been a skilled farmer and a good and kind father, but the years of hard work had finally caught up with him two years earlier, when his heart gave out. And so now, Parker’s brother Erik, his mother Diana, and himself had the task of keeping the farm going; it wasn't easy, especially with Baron Williams constantly raising the local tax. 

And speaking of… Parker glared as he approached the house, seeing Baron Williams standing by the front door speaking to his mother right now.

“Why do you keep making this so hard on yourself, Diana? There is a simple solution to your money problems. All you have to do is accept my hand in marriage and you will never have to worry about money again,” the Baron said, caressing her cheek, “A fine flower such as yourself should never go unplucked.” 

Diana slapped his hand away, looking disgusted. “Touch my face again and I shall write to the King and have him remove that hand,” she said, smirking. 

Parker smirked too; it brought him great pleasure to see his mother putting that weasley Baron in his place. “You tell him, mom!” Parker said, smiling encouragingly as he approached the farmhouse. 

Baron Williams chuckled. “You think you have the King wrapped around your little finger because you served as his chambermaid, what, twenty years ago?” He laughed hard. “Don’t make me laugh, Diana, the King probably doesn’t even remember you exist.”

“Oh, but that’s where you are wrong, Reginald,” she said, clasping at her necklace, “He was so devastated when I left his service to return home to Ryan, Erik, and the farm that he gifted me this necklace,” Diana said, smiling. 

Reginald’s eyes flashed with fury; he reached out and ripped the necklace off her neck. “That oughta cover this month's taxes,” he spat at her, “You can have it back when you MARRY ME!”   

This was the final straw for Parker; he’d had more than enough and charged at Baron Williams. “GIVE IT BACK, YOU SON OF AN ORC!!!” he cried as he tackled the Baron to the ground and started beating the shit out of him. “LEAVE US ALONE, YOU SLIMY BASTARD!!!” 

“PARKER, FOR THE GODS’ SAKE, STOP IT!!!” Diana cried, trying to pull him off but falling to, as her frail frame was no match for her son’s young and fit frame. 

Hearing the commotion, Parker’s brother Erik came running around the corner. “PARKER, STOP IT!!!” Erik cried, as with much effort he finally managed to pry Parker away from Baron Williams and hold him back. 

“Oh, let me at him, Erik! He deserves it!!!” Parker cried, struggling to get free of his brother’s grip. 

Baron Williams got to his feet and wiped the blood off his lip. “One hell of a left hook your boy has there, Diana,” he muttered, glancing from Parker to his mother, “I’ll return next month, and if you can’t make the taxes, you know what you must do. As for you, son, since I am in a good mood, I’ll let you off with a warning for your little outburst. But I’d watch myself if I were you, boy, for Emberstone is a dangerous place when you make enemies.” Baron Williams gave a cruel smile before heading to his buggy and returning to his mansion. 

Parker shoved Erik away and glowered at his brother. “I could have taken him out, you know!” 

“I know you could have, Park,” sighed Erik, “That’s why I stopped you. If I hadn’t, you’d be spending the night in a jail cell. What is it dad always said, huh?!?” Erik asked. 

Parker mumbled something indistinctly. 

Erik smacked Parker. “Clearly, Orcbreath!” 

Parker sighed. “There is no problem you can solve with your fists that couldn’t be better resolved with your words,” he said dully. 

Erik smiled and nodded. “That’s it, Park. So, what the hell was that all about, huh?” 

“I just don’t like the way he talks to Mother. And now, him taking that necklace… I just wanted to stop him,” Parker said angrily. 

Diana smiled and patted Parker on the shoulder. “My sweet boy, it’s not your job to fight for me, I’m the parent here. Reginald is a vulgar and disgusting man but at the end of the day, he is better then some. It’s just a necklace, Parker, from a time long ago,” Diana said, thinking back for a moment, “It was a different time, boys… now then, get cleaned up, I’ll prepare dinner.” Diana smiled at her sons, before stumbling as she turned too quickly. 

Both Parker and Erik rushed to her side. “Mother! You have been doing that a lot lately, little stumbles,” Erik said concerned. 

But Diana just shook her head. “Mommy is fine, just getting older. This comes with age, you know… don’t worry, boys, I’m fine,” she said, smiling as she went to go prepare dinner. 

Erik shook his head, turning to his brother. “She’s not just fine, Park… she needs to see a Maester.” 

Parker scoffed. “Yeah, but there's no Maester from here to Dragonsnest we could afford,” he sighed, “Let’s not discuss it right now… I have less depressing matters to ask about,” Parker said, sitting on his cot. 

Erik sat down next to him. “Such as what, little brother?” 

Parker smirked. “She finally gave me head today, dude, and boy, can she give some good head!” Parker said, thinking back to his excellent blowjob just a bit ago. 

Erik patted Parker on the back, grinning proudly. “Attaboy,” he said, before looking past him, a dreamy expression on his face, “I remember my first one… Jessica Miller, oh gosh, we were fourteen or fifteen, underneath the old willow tree...” 

“Same bro,” said Parker, grinning, “I wonder how many firsts that tree has seen… but that’s as far as it got… what about you and Jessica, did she let you get, ya know, below the corset?” he asked eagerly. 

“Jessica? Oh yes, not at first, but after a few rendezvous and enough buttering up, she spread those puppies wide open for me to go to town… and go to town I sure did,” Erik said, smirking. 

Parker gazed in awe at his brother for a minute. “So, how do I get Cassandra to spread, to let me even gaze upon her womanhood?” he asked eagerly. 

“Women like to be wooed, baby bro,” said Erik, “They like to be pampered and noticed. Simple things, Park: flowers, chocolate, and compliments and soon, she will melt like butter in your hands.” 

“I told her she was pretty,” said Parker, a little unsurely.

Erik rolled his eyes. “No wonder all you got was a blowie, bro. It’s gonna take more than that. Just make her feel special, really treat her, that’ll seal the deal.” He smirked.

“Then I can get that puss!” Parker said eagerly.     

Erik laughed. “Fuck yeah, you can, baby bro!” 

Diana shook her head as she came over to them. “That is enough talk of that, you two,” she said sternly, then sighed, “Such vulgar and dirty talk could only come from the mouths of men. Come along, dinner is ready,” she said, smiling as she sat at the table. 

Parker smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Mother.” He and Erik joined their mother at the table and thanked her for the meal before digging in, laughing and talking as they enjoyed their meal like a true family, a far cry from the stiff and formulaic banquets of the Capital and the royal family. For this is how life should be; for Parker, this simple life was the best, he had it all. A loving home, a great mother, brother and even a girlfriend. Parker Green was on the top of the world… little did he know that would all change over the next twenty four hours. It would change dramatically... 

The following day around noon found Parker walking down the road from the farm into the village. It had been a long, hard morning working on the farm for Parker. After his chores, he was hot, sweaty and dirty, but at least it was all done, at least for today. He reached the water pump at the edge of the village, washing his hands under the spout, his shirt slung over his back and the sun on his back.

As he passed the baker’s shop, the door swung open and a smiling, curly-haired boy ran out into the street. He made a beeline for Parker and threw his arms around him in an almost bone-crushing hug the moment he reached him.

“Hey Jupiter!” said Parker brightly. The boy’s real name was James Baker, but no one ever called him James. “Dude, we only saw each other yesterday,” Parker laughed, as Jupiter finally let go of him.

Jupiter shrugged. “I know. But you’re my best friend.” He smiled again as he fell into step beside Parker and the two of them walked through the village together.

“Aww, you’re mine too,” said Parker, “But I’m all sweaty and dirty from walking on the farm. And now your shirt is all ruined,” he added, looking down at Jupiter’s white linen shirt, which was now covered in soil and dirt.

Jupiter shrugged. “I don’t care.” 

The two of them continued walking, heading through the center of the village, past the inn and the shops, their destination being a run-down old cottage on the far side, where their friend and mentor, the wise old wizard Æthelwulf lived.

“You ever think we’ll make it out of this town, Jupe?” asked Parker, as they reached the hill up to Æthelwulf’s cottage and looked back at Williamsburg, at its little stone houses all clustered around the village square.

“I will!” exclaimed Jupiter confidently, “One day, I’m gonna go to the capital, to the great observatory on Dragonsnest Mount. I wanna see the stars. For real, like.”

Parker smiled at his friend. “I’m sure you will, Jupe. You’ll see the world and go on all kinds of adventures, I know it.”

Jupiter beamed happily. “And you can come with me, Parky,” he said, “We’ll take on the world together.”

They heard a derisive laugh coming from around the corner. Turning, they saw Blake, son of the Baron Williams, smirking unkindly as he walked towards them. 

“You’re delusional, Baker,” he sneered at Jupiter, before turning to Parker, “Green, why do you hang around with this loser? He’s just a pathetic dreamer, always with his head in the clouds, looking up at the stars so much, no wonder he always trips over his big feet.”

Parker stepped forward, putting himself between Jupiter and Blake as he glared at the Baron’s son. “Shut up, Williams,” he spat, “Go run home to your daddy. I’m sure he needs you to shine his shoes or cook his dinner or something, after his busy morning harassing the local women.”

Blake glared back at him, sneering coldly at Parker. “Scoff all you like, Green. But unlike you two, one day I will be a rich man. As soon as I turn 18, I’ll be heading to the Capital to join the Kingsguard.”

Parker and Jupiter looked at each other; both rolled their eyes. “Well, you have fun with that,” said Parker mockingly, “We’ve got better things to do. Come on, Jupiter.” He turned his back on Blake as the two of them started climbing up to the Wizard’s cottage.

“Oh yeah, have fun hanging out with that creepy old coot,” Blake called after them, “You know, he’s lucky my father lets him keep that crumbling old hovel…”

The two of them ignored them, as they headed up the path to the cottage. The front door swung open before they even had a chance to knock, and in the doorway stood the Wizard himself, Æthelwulf the Wise. He looked like a handsome, twenty-something year old, with dirty blonde hair, freckles and arms for days… but he was really thousands of years old, no one was quite sure exactly how old, and had seen and done more than any other person in Williamsburg, probably in the whole of Emberstone.

“I saw you guys coming,” said Æthelwulf brightly, smiling at the pair of them as they approached, “Come in, come in, my favorite younglings.”

“Hey Æthelwulf,” said Parker, as he and Jupiter followed the Wizard into the cottage, a small, round and dimly-lit stone building with one room inside, a multi-colored fire crackling in the fireplace on the far side of a large wooden table. Shelves lined every wall, stacked with books, scrolls and various gems, potions and various shiny magical objects.

Æthelwulf cleared a space for them around the table, which was piled high with an assortment of old books and ancient-looking magical cards. “I confess I was distracted,” said the Wizard, “If I’d seen you coming sooner, I would have baked a cake. But wait… what’s this?”

Parker laughed and Jupiter applauded as Æthelwulf conjured a large vanilla sponge cake out of thin air, placing it down on the table before the boys.

“Ooh nice!” said Jupiter, reaching for a slice, “I prefer chocolate, but…”

“Ah, but it is chocolate,” said Æthelwulf, with a mischievous wink. And to Jupiter’s surprise, the slice of cake changed color before his very eyes as he took a slice. Both Jupiter and Parker laughed as they took their seats at the table. “Would you young sirs care for a drink?” asked Æthelwulf.

“Yes please,” they said together.

The Wizard grinned. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of glittering red liquid appeared in mid-air. Æthelwulf caught it and opened the lid; at once, a stream of red fire and a roaring sound burst from the bottle, making both boys jump. “Dragonwhiskey,” said the Wizard, “Shhh, don’t tell your moms,” he said, winking as he poured them both a glass of the bubbly, sparkling liquid.

Parker took a swig of the whiskey and coughed; it felt like it was burning his throat on the way down.

Jupiter clapped him on the back. “So what got you so distracted?” he asked, looking up at the Wizard, who had already finished his glass of whiskey and was pouring another.

“Ah yes,” said Æthelwulf, pulling a big old book from the stack he’d cleared off the table, “I was reading this fascinating ancient history of our little village. Now, see here, where the dragon markings are out by the old well…”

But as the boys leaned in eagerly to look at the book, there came a sudden, deafening sound from somewhere outside. A chilling sound that seemed to send ice through their hearts and made their blood run cold in their veins. The sound of shrill horns, blaring in the distance.

Æthelwulf dropped his glass, which shattered on the stone floor of the cottage, as Parker and Jupiter turned to look fearfully at each other. Jupiter’s eyes were wide in horror and shock, while Parker felt confused, unsure why the sound scared him so much, but knowing it could only herald something bad.

Æthelwulf stepped out of his cottage with Parker and Jupiter and looked into the distance in the direction the horns had seemed to sound from a moment ago. “Oh no… this isn’t good not at all!” Æthelwulf said, very worriedly running back into his cottage and frantically searching his shelves for things. 

Parker frowned, still confused. “Æthelwulf, what is it, what’s going on? What was that noise!” he asked. 

Æthelwulf sighed and turned to them, a grave expression on his face. “Boys, that is the sound of an Orc army marching rapidly towards our beloved town.” The Wizard tossed Parker a sword. “You’ll need this, my friend.”

Parker looked down at the sword and his eyes widened. “This blade… It's Dragonsteel!” he breathed, awe-inspired as he gazed at it. 

“Indeed,” said Aethelwulf, “That sword belonged to a very dear old friend of mine. But enough about that, you and Jupiter need to go at once to tell the Baron to gather as many men and boys as he can to fight off the coming army… I must prepare here, I shall join the fight as soon as I can,” Æthelwulf said, pushing the two boys out of the door and locking it behind them. 

“Come on, Parker!” cried Jupiter, “This is exhilarating, finally, something is happening in Williamsburg… it’s what I have been looking for!” he said eagerly, running down the hill towards the town square. 

Parker sighed and followed him. As they reached the town square, they heard an unpleasantly familiar voice. “Look what the dwarves dragged in, it’s a couple of Orcs!” Blake sneered mockingly, as he stood beside his father, both of them looking down their noses at Parker and Jupiter.

“More than a couple, dungbrain,” snapped Parker, “There's a whole army of Orcs headed directly for our city… Æthelwulf confirms it!” 

The Baron and Blake both scoffed, laughing cruelly. “ORCS?!?” Blake snorted. 

Baron Williams shook his head. “You stupid boy,” he sneered, “There haven’t been Orcs this far south for over a thousand years, not since the time of Dragons. Æthelwulf is a crackpot old fool with delusions of the past!” Reginald said. The mocking expression on his face had barely faded before he was pierced through the heart by an Orc arrow. 

A terrible sound met their ears as an Orc screeched and raised its sword, pointing towards the village as the Orc army appeared on the hill and came charging down towards Williamsburg. 

Parker glared at Blake, who was crouching down, grasping his father’s dying body. “Believe me now, asshole?” he yelled. 

Blake nodded, gulping, before calling out, “MEN, GATHER YOUR WEAPONS! DEFEND YOUR HOMES AND YOUR WOMEN!” 

Parker drew his blade of Dragonsteel; he began swinging at the Orcs as they came storming over the village walls and causing chaos everywhere. 

Blake ran into the town hall. He grabbed the ancient sword of the House of Williams, Debtbringer , and used it to fight off the Orcs. “Hah, you call that a sword, Green! This is a sword!” Blake said, smirking. 

Jupiter just rolled his eyes. “Can you two compare your swords later?” he cried in exasperation, “Now, we fight!!!” He leaped forward, brandishing two daggers as he fought off the Orcs. 

Erik came running to Parker’s side. “Brother!!” Erik had grabbed the hoe from the shed; as he drove it into an Orc’s head, he shouted, “Where the hell did these Orcs come from?” He and Parker stood back to back, fighting off the invaders. 

“I don’t fucking know… but Æthelwulf sensed them from miles away and gave me this awesome sword to help fight them. Dragonsteel!” Parker said, chopping down a few more Orcs as they came at him. 

“Awesome, little bro.” Erik said, driving his hoe into the head of a nearby Orc, who collapsed at his feet.

Now, most Orcs wore very pathetic armor, not even covering their faces, but as Parker turned to face his next attacker, he noticed that this particular Orc wore some very shiny armor and a helmet covering his entire face; not only that, but he too wielded a Dragonsteel sword. When he saw Parker, he said, “Pathetic shara, kigija shezag belongs ve alnej!”

Parker glared at the Orcish General and said, “Listen, you stupid green shit, I don’t speak your damn language. If you're gonna insult me, do it in the common tongue!” Parker charged at the general and clashed blades with him, getting into an epic sword fight as the villagers fought bravely around them. 

The Orc laughed. “Jiak kij General Sharkub ro ul 500th Orcish fleet! Khe ku useless ve try ve koga alnej matuurz!” he said, nearly disarming Parker in the process. 

Parker jumped onto a nearby table. Swinging his sword, he said, “Still don’t speak Orcish, asshole.” He kicked the General in the face, disorienting him, and then ran towards his house to check on his mother. “Mom, are you okay?!?” he cried, bursting through the front door. 

Diana was hiding in the closet. Hearing Parker’s voice, she nervously ventured out to look at her son, covered in blood and wielding a sword. “Parker!” she cried, “What is going on out there? I hear fighting!!!” 

“Orcs, mom,” said Parker, “I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but this Orc army has invaded our home. They killed the Baron… we are trying to fight them, but there's too many of them… I came to get you to safety!!!” Parker said. 

But at that moment, Sharkub kicked down the door of the house and jumped on Parker, sending him tumbling to the ground. 

Sharkub laughed cruelly. “Todklr lat mat tor ul glory ro ul Orcish porandor!” he said, drawing a poisonous dagger from his belt. 

Before Parker could react, Erik grabbed Sharkub, pulling him off of his brother. “GET OFF OF HIM, YOU FILTHY ORC!!” Erik yelled angrily. 

Sharkub laughed coldly as he stabbed Erik through the heart with the poisonous blade. “Egor shara!” he spat.

As Parker stared in horror, Erik instantly began to feel the effects of the poison; he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Sharkub laughed and picked up his sword. Eyes flashing behind his helmet, he swung in preparation to slay his enemy.

Parker screamed and charged at Sharkub, but he only managed to grab the tassel of his helmet and pull it off his head. 

Sharkub let out a loud screech as his helmet was removed and his hideous face exposed.

Parker just stared for a moment, dumbfounded. “What the…” he cried, “You're… HUMAN?!?” Parker spluttered, staring at Sharkub’s dirty yet still white human skin and his head of blonde curls. 

Sharkub hissed furiously. “Shara! Jiak kij General Sharkub! Ul mightiest ro orcs!” He pried his helmet from Parker’s hands and put it back on his head. “Wok. Lat mat!” He swung his blade, only to be suddenly blinded by a blinding light that blazed from over the hill. 

The bright light was coming from Æthelwulf’s cottage; he had done it, cast the spell to repel the Orcs! “LEAVE THIS PLACE AND NEVER RETURN, ORC KIND, OR FACE MY WRATH.” Æthelwulf roared, holding his arms in the air as the blinding light blazed around him. 

Sharkub glared at Parker. “Jiak'll ek lat some dautas!!!!” he spat, before he fled with the rest of his army.

It seemed the humans had won, but at a great cost. Parker ran to Erik’s side. “BROTHER!!” he said, crying. 

Æthelwulf came running into the Green family cottage and saw the dying Erik, lying in Parker’s arms on the floor. “Oh gods.” 

Diana teared up. “Æthelwulf, please, save my boy!!!” she cried.

Æthelwulf nodded, turning to Parker and holding out an arm. “Help me, son, get him up onto the table, let me see what I can do!” the Wizard said urgently, hoping it was not too late for him to save Erik’s life. 

Æthelwulf and Parker placed Erik on the kitchen table. “Help me get his shirt off, son,” Æthelwulf instructed and Parker did just that, ripping his brother’s shirt off his chest. It wasn’t a pretty sight; Sharkub had stabbed Erik just above his heart and the poison had already affected his bloodstream severely. 

“Æthelwulf, what do I need to do? How do we save my brother’s life?” Parker asked pleadingly, turning to the wizard as tears burned his eyes. 

Æthelwulf shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, this Orcish poison acts so fast... to heal him is beyond my magic.” The Wizard sighed gravely, looking down at Erik. 

Parker shook his head. “But you’re a wizard! The greatest fucking wizard in the world. Wave your magic staff, do something!!!” Parker demanded.

“You flatter me,” Æthelwulf sighed, and shook his head again, “But even my magic has limitations. I am accomplished in many things, conjuring especially, but healing is not my strongest suit.”

“No, that’s not true!” cried Parker, “You healed Jupiter’s arm last week, when he fell out of that tree stargazing. And you cured me of the pox last winter.”

The Wizard sighed. “Breaks and scrapes, minor injuries, those I can do. But this poison… I’m sorry, Parker.” Æthelwulf looked gravely down at Parker, and there was a helplessness behind the Wizard’s ancient eyes in the youthful face that he had never seen before. “But time is short,” he said, after a pause, “Instead of being angry or upset, spend these last moments with your brother, treasure every last second. Or I fear you will regret it forever.”

Parker teared up. He took his brother's hand as their mother took his other in hers. “This is all my fault, Erik,” he sobbed, “I brought Sharkub to our home. If I hadn’t led him here, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

Erik shook his head weakly, looking up at Parker. “It’s not your fault the Orcs decided to attack us. And Sharkub would have found us anyway. You were defending mom, so I defended you, the way any good big brother would,” Erik said, smiling, “I know you, Parker,” he added, “You are going to blame yourself and do something crazy like seek vengeance on that Human-Orc General thing… I need you to not do that. Mom is gonna need you more than ever, and so will the farm. You’ll need to step up and be the man of the house in me and dad's place, and never forget his words.” 

Parker sighed, and recited, “There is no problem you can solve with your fists that couldn’t be better solved with your words. I know.” Parker teared up. “I’m not ready to let you go, Erik. Please don’t die on me,” Parker pleaded, full-on crying and holding his brother's hand tight.

Erik smiled, his eyes closing as his strength left him. “I’m sorry, baby bro… I don’t have a choice in this matter. Don’t forget me and the lessons I have taught you. Be the best you can be for Mom and remember me. I love you, Parker… I’m sorry, Mom, sorry I have to leave you now.” 

Diana was a crying mess, but she pulled herself together and placed her hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, baby, you can rest now,” she whispered softly, tears falling from her eyes and splashing on her son’s cheeks. 

Erik smiled weakly back as the light left his eyes; his hand went limp in Parker’s as his facial features slumped and he passed from this mortal realm. 

Parker let out a bloodcurdling scream. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Æthelwulf sighed. “May the gods watch over his soul and guide him to the eternal plane of rest,” Æthelwulf murmured softly, waving his staff over Erik’s body and blessing him. 

Parker got to his feet. He wiped his tears away and angrily punched a hole in the wall, as their mother just wept over her slain son’s body. “That fucking human-looking Orc…” he growled, “I’m gonna fucking kill it, I’m gonna go chop its head off and serve it up for lunch!!” Parker stormed around the room in a furious mood. 

But Æthelwulf shook his head sadly. He took Parker by the arm and looked at him. “What did your brother say?” he said gently, “He said, don’t do that and what do you want to do? Just that!” 

Parker shook his head. “I need some air… I’ll be back, I promise.” He ran outside, tears streaming down his face again.

Outside the farmhouse, Jupiter was helping usher wounded civilians to be treated when he saw Parker crying. He ran to his best friend's side at once. “Parker, what happened?” he cried.

“Erik…” choked Parker, “He’s g-gone, Jupe…. He’s really gone.” Parker broke down crying as Jupiter embraced him tightly.   

Jupiter swallowed hard as he sighed, gently patting his friend’s back. “Oh gods… Parker, I am so sorry! We lost so many good men in that fight. Including the Baron who, despite his flaws, was an okay guy… better than his replacement anyway… Ugh, I can’t believe that smirking sack of shit Blake is now our Baron.” 

Parker looked around, frowning. “Where is that bitch anyway?” Parker asked, then shook his head. “Never mind, I need to go check on Cassandra… thank you, Jupiter, you are my rock.” Parker kissed Jupiter on the cheek and ran off towards Cassandra’s house. 

Jupiter blushed and rubbed the cheek Parker kissed, before returning to helping the wounded. 

Parker ran off towards Cassandra’s house on the other side of the village. He decided to go around to her bedroom window and climb in that way; he really did not want to deal with any small talk right now with her parents. “Cass, baby, I really need you now,” he said, climbing in the window, before looking up and feeling his jaw hit the floor. 

Whatever he had expected to see, it wasn’t that. Cassandra was butt-naked with another man, making out with him as he fucked her hard… and that man was none other than Blake Williams. “Oh yes, Blakey, fuck me harder!” Cassandra was moaning. 

Blake smirked. “As you wish, baby.”

Parker slammed the window shut behind him, making them both jump. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?” he cried, staring at them both. 

Cassandra gasped, looking up at Parker with wide eyes. “Oh gods! Parker, I can explain!!” 

Parker shook his head, scowling. “No need,” he muttered, “I get it, he’s the Baron now, he’s promised you wealth beyond your wildest dreams and whatever. And in exchange, you have given him far more than you ever gave me in our two years of dating,” He swallowed hard, “I lost my brother and my girlfriend in the span of an hour.” 

Cassandra moaned as Blake continued to fuck her. “I am sorry, Parker, he is too wealthy and… HOT to resist… OH HARDER, BLAKE, HARDER!!!” She pulled him into a sloppy kiss and they made out right there in front of Parker. 

Blake smirked. “Sorry, not sorry, Green.” He said, ramming his cock as hard as he could into Cassandra’s tight hole. 

Parker shook his head. “Screw the both of you… I need to be with my mom right now anyway in this, our time of grief.” Parker climbed out the window and ran straight back home, not looking back. 

Meanwhile at the Orc Encampment 

Sharkub sat beside the fire and thought about the words Parker had said. “You’re human!” Sharkub shook his head in disgust and muttered (in Orcish, translated to English for viewing simplicity) “I can't be human, I am the Prince of the Orcs, heir to the throne.” 

Next to him, an Orcish grunt said, “Well, sir, you must have noticed by now that you do look different than the rest of us. Far uglier than any other Orc, so pasty and pale...” 

Sharkub screeched in fury. He grabbed the grunt and ripped his throat out, tossing his body aside into the fire. “HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!!” roared Sharkub, as he threw his helmet into the crowd. “Is that what you all think of me?!!? Huh?” he demanded, “Your Commander, Your Prince! Am I…” He gagged, “Human? Or am I an Orc like you all?!?” 

Muttering fearfully amongst each other, the Orcs knelt and all said in unison, “You are one of the finest Orcs, our Prince and Commander, sir!!!” 

Sharkub smirked. “That’s what I thought. Stupid human had no idea what he was talking about.” Sharkub looked down at the burning carcass of the Orc grunt he killed. “LOOKS LIKE MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS! EAT UP!!!” Sharkub said, laughing hard as his fellow Orcs went to town on their fallen comrade. Sharkub looked off into the distance and said, “Watch your back, Parker Green, one day I’ll get you and make you pay for those vicious lies you tried to spread.” 

Meanwhile, back in Williamsburg, Parker returned to his family home only to find his mother had suddenly fallen deadly ill and was unconscious in bed. “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” Parker exclaimed, running to her bedside. 

Æthelwulf sighed. “Sit down Parker… allow me to explain,” Æthelwulf said, gesturing to a nearby chair.  

Parker took his seat, feeling tears in his eyes again as he looked in panic and confusion between his mother and the Wizard, who sighed again and turned to look directly at him.

“Your mother has fallen victim to a rare and ancient sickness,” Æthelwulf said, “It is something the Orcs bring, wherever they invade farmlands. It has poisoned the fields and your mother was unlucky enough to prick her finger on an infected plant. That’s all it took for the poison to enter her body.”

Parker shook his head, frowning at the Wizard. “No, no! Not her too. Please, Æthelwulf, surely you can heal her. Please!!! NOT HER TOO!!!” he cried in despair.

Æthelwulf swallowed hard, reaching out to put a hand on Parker’s shoulder. “I told you before,” he said, as gently as he could, “I am not a Healer. This kind of sickness, it is ancient and deadly magic. Only the Maesters of the Capital have the skills to save her.”

“But that’s too far away!” cried Parker, “Even if we could get them to come here. Which they won’t, cuz we’re poor. And she’s too weak to travel…” Parker looked down at his mother, lying unconscious on the bed, her face pale and sweaty. “No, no! I can’t lose her too, not after Erik… not after…”

Jupiter put his arms around Parker and held him close as Parker sobbed into his shoulder. Æthelwulf looked from the boys to Diana, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I… may be able to slow the spread,” he said, after a few moments. Parker looked up at him expectantly. “She only pricked her finger… it’s possible, if we act fast… I can make a potion which will put her into an enchanted sleep. With any luck, it will keep the poison at bay until we can find a Healer to cure the sickness properly.”

Parker wiped his eyes and turned to Æthelwulf. “Do it then,” he said, “And I will make the journey to Dragonsnest. I will find the Healer and bring him here to cure my mother.”

Æthelwulf nodded. He turned and hurried out of the farmhouse, back to his cottage on the other side of the village.

“Mother,” Parker said, taking Diana’s hand and looking down at her, his eyes still glistening with tears but a look of fierce determination on his face, “I swear to you by all the gods, I will do whatever it takes to find you a cure. You will be fine, I promise you.”

Æthelwulf returned a short while later, carrying a glistening blue potion bottle. He nodded to Parker as he leaned over the bed and gently poured the liquid into Diana’s mouth. “This potion will keep her alive, in a deep sleep. But it will last no more than one sun cycle,” he said gravely, “You must be swift on your quest. Without a cure, I fear your mother will not see another summer.”

Parker nodded. “I will be back before then, I swear it,” he said, speaking more to his mother than to the Wizard, who nodded anyway.

“Then I wish you a good journey, my young friend. And I will also give you this,” Æthelwulf added, handing a small talisman on a silver chain to Parker, “If ever you need me, you can contact me using this. And I can update you on your mother’s condition. You have my word that I will watch over her and you night and day till you return.”

“Till we return, you mean,” piped up Jupiter.

Parker turned to him, frowning slightly. “We?” he repeated.

“Oh, come on, you don’t think I’d let my best friend head off on a dangerous quest alone, do you?” said Jupiter, “We’re a team, till the end.”

“Oh, Jupe!” cried Parker happily. And this time it was he who threw his arms around his friend. Jupiter hugged him back, before they turned to the Wizard, who handed them both satchels with supplies.

“Good travels, my young friends,” Æthelwulf said, “May your quest be swift, safe and fruitful.”

“Parker!” croaked a weak voice. Turning, Parker saw his mother had stirred slightly, though she was still too weak to move or open her eyes, “Be safe, won’t you? My sweet boy.” Her voice faded as she fell back into a deep sleep.

Parker leaned across and kissed her softly on the forehead. “I will, mother,” he said quietly, “I will. I’ll be back before you know it.” He got to his feet, swung his satchel over his shoulder, and turned to Jupiter. “Off we go, then. To Dragonsnest!”

“To Dragonsnest!” said Jupiter, swinging his own satchel over his shoulder and following Parker from the farmhouse.

As evening fell over Williamsburg, Parker sat by the newly dug grave of his older brother Erik as tears filled his eyes. “I don’t know what I am gonna do without you, my brother, but I swear I will not let you down, I will make this journey to Dragonsnest and I will save our mother, whatever it takes,” Parker said determinedly. 

Jupiter tapped Parker gently on the shoulder and smiled. “It’s time to go, my friend, if we wish to reach the next village in a timely manner, that is.” 

Parker nodded, patting his brother’s grave and then taking Jupiter's hand to help him up. Together, the two young friends set out down the path out of the village into the setting sun, on the long journey towards the distant capital. What dangers and adventures lay ahead, neither of them yet knew. All they knew is that they would not return to their village until their quest was completed.

As they reached the very edge of the village, Parker stopped and looked back. He could just make out the farmhouse in the distance, nothing but a square shape against the darkening sky. “I’ll be back, mother,” he said softly, before turning away again and walking with Jupiter out of Williamsburg. But little did they know that the mysterious hooded figure was following them close behind them along the winding road to Dragonsnest. 

The Epic Quest of Parker Green: The Journey to Dragonsnest

 Episode 1: “The Farm Boy”  

Starring:

 Parker Bates as Parker Green

Noah Jupe as James “Jupiter” Baker 

Nolen Dubuc as The Hooded Figure 

Preston Oliver as Prince Henry Dragonsbane 

Maxwell Jenkins as Ser William Sutherland 

Walker Scobell as General Sharkub of the Orcs

Landon Gordon as Prince Rory Dragonsbane 

Madeleine McGraw as Princess Alexandra “Lexi” Dragonsbane 

Kaz Womack as Prince Timothy “Timmy” Dragonsbane 

Karen Gillian as Queen Ariana Dragonsbane 

Elizabeth Olsen as Diana Green

Prestyn Bates as Erik Green 

London Cheshire as Blake Williams 

McKenna Grace as Cassandra Baker  

David Harbour as Baron Reginald Williams 

With 

Chris Hemsworth as King Lucas V

And 

Matt Lintz as Æthelwulf the Wise

Chapter Text

The sun was already sinking past the horizon as Parker and Jupiter walked through the foothills of the mountains they had for years only seen in the distance from Williamsburg. Both were trudging along quite slowly now, following the path of the Western River; having been on the road for two days already, they were feeling a little tired.

“I think we should probably just make camp here for the night,” said Parker, as they came to the foot of a hill, where the rocks would give them a good shelter, both from the wind and from any Orc patrols that might be in the area.

“Good thinking,” yawned Jupiter, setting down his satchel and rummaging around for blankets. He threw one to Parker, before settling down on one himself.

“I’m gonna grab some wood for a fire,” said Parker, as Jupiter took out a small package of food that Æthelwulf had given them, “Dunno about you, but I’m starving.”

“Oh you know I’m always hungry,” laughed Jupiter, as his tummy gave a huge rumble, just to prove the point.

Parker gathered up some sticks and started to build a small fire. He tried to get as much dry wood as he could, to reduce the amount of smoke, just in case they were being watched, didn’t want to give away their position. After rubbing two sticks together for a while, it crackled into life, throwing glowing orange light over their faces in the fading daylight.

“Better not eat all of this tonight,” said Parker, as Jupiter divided up some of the meat and skewered it so they could cook it over the fire, “We’ve got a long way to go to Dragonsnest.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” sighed Jupiter, as his tummy rumbled again.

They sat quietly for a little while, eating the roasted meat, which was delicious, before walking over to the edge of the river and washing off their hands in the clear water. Sitting back down, Parker gave a satisfied sigh, stretching and yawning, while Jupiter lay back, staring up at the stars, which were popping into sight in the darkening sky above.

“Oof, my feet are killing me, though,” groaned Parker, reaching down and unlacing his boots. As he took them off, Jupiter jumped up and came over to sit beside him.

Jupiter smiled. “I can help with that,” he said, as he started to give Parker a foot rub. Parker looked a little surprised at first, but then sighed as Jupiter massaged his aching feet.

Parker lay back, sighing in pleasure. “Dang, you got magic hands, Jupe.” He closed his eyes as Jupiter continued to gently rub his feet, really helping to relieve the aching.

Jupiter, meanwhile, was trying to ignore the butterflies that were fluttering in his tummy now, from the innocent skin contact… not to mention another feeling a bit lower down… ahem… Jupiter was kinda glad Parker’s eyes were closed right now as he adjusted his sitting position to disguise the growing bulge in his pants. “So, what’s the plan then, which way are we heading in the morning?” he asked, as Parker sighed again.

“Hmm,” murmured Parker thoughtfully, “If I remember rightly, there should be a small village or something along the north road. Could be a good place to pick up some supplies at least. Even if we ration it, this food won’t last us all the way to the capital.”

“Good thinking,” agreed Jupiter, “And if we’re lucky, we might meet someone with a wagon who can take us up to one of the trading posts, save us some time.”

“Mmhmm.” Parker nodded. “But either way, I think we should check in with Æthelwulf before we settle down for the night.” He sat up and took the talisman out from under his shirt. He rubbed the gem clockwise and it glowed brightly silver.

A moment later, the ghostly face of Æthelwulf shone before them in the dark. The Wizard smiled at them both, and his voice echoed a little as he spoke. “Ah, my young friends!” he said brightly, “How goes the quest?”

“Not bad,” said Jupiter, smiling at Æthelwulf, “We’ve made it to the foothills of the Silver Mountains, just by the Western River.”

The Wizard nodded. “Very good. Be on the watch for Orc patrols in the area, though. They don’t usually go by the river, but some of them might spot you, or smell the fire if you’re not careful.”

“We will,” said Parker, nodding, “How’s my mother?” he asked, a knot of anxiety in his chest as he remembered leaving her lying there unconscious only days before.

“No change to report,” said Æthelwulf gently, “The potion is working well. But I don’t need to remind you, there’s no time to lose.”

“Oh, I know,” said Parker, nodding as the knot of anxiety eased just a little, “And how’s the village?”

Æthelwulf gave a wry smile. “Same as always,” he said, with a shrug, “Well, except our new Baron Blake throwing his weight around. He threatened to knock my cottage down to build a tourney field. I told him to buzz off before I turned him into a bat.”

They all laughed. The sound echoed eerily off the rocky hills, and they stopped a little more quickly than they would have done normally.

Jupiter yawned. “Well, I guess we’d better get some sleep,” he said, “Thanks Æthelwulf.”

The Wizard nodded, smiling. “Take care, my young friends,” he said, “Send word if you need anything. And I’ll contact you if anything happens here, but I’m sure we’ll all be fine, just awaiting your return.”

Parker nodded. “Goodnight Æthelwulf,” he said, as the Wizard’s image faded. He put the talisman away and then yawned too. “I think we definitely should get some sleep now,” he added, looking up at the dark, star-strewn sky above them.

As Jupiter nodded, Parker stripped off his shirt and bundled it up like a pillow to rest his head on. Jupiter just watched him for a moment, his eyes drawn to Parker’s slightly sweaty abs as they glinted in the dying firelight. Then he caught Parker’s eye; as the other boy frowned slightly, Jupiter shook himself. He pulled his own shirt off and made a pillow too, laying back on the ground and gazing up at the heavens.

“Hey look, Jupe,” said Parker after a while, raising a hand to point up at the sky, “You can see the stars out here way better than back in the village.”

Jupiter smiled, gazing skyward too, “Oh yeah!” he said eagerly, “I can see all the constellations… the Hunter, the Wolf, the Abs…” 

“Huh, what?” said Parker, turning to frown at Jupiter, who blushed.

“Uh, the Ass,” he said hastily, hoping Parker couldn’t see him going red in the moonlight, “As in, the Donkey.” His eyes couldn’t help but drift down over Parker’s body again, before he quickly looked back at the sky.

Parker mumbled something indistinctly, closing his eyes again. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep, snoring softly. As he lay back on his blanket, Jupiter found his attention wandering once again from the stars to his sleeping best friend’s bare torso, over his chest and his beautiful abs, glistening in the starlight.

Without really thinking about it, Jupiter reached out his hand towards Parker’s abs, just wanting to touch them, to feel them, to caress them… maybe lick them, he thought, licking his lips. Then Parker gave a grunting snore and Jupiter shook himself, thinking, ’Get a hold of yourself, Jupe!’

Sighing, Jupiter settled back down and tried to get to sleep himself. He forced himself to lay on his side, facing away from Parker, even as he felt himself growing hard again in his pants. He resisted the urge to look over to see if Parker’s pants were bulging too… fearing he would be tempted to reach out and make sure… ’Dang it, Jupiter!’

Jupiter lay back and concentrated on the stars again for a while, tracing his favorite constellations and looking out for shooting stars. He watched the twinkling red Fire Star, his favorite of them all, till his eyes drooped and he finally fell asleep.

Only to be woken up what seemed like moments later by a shout from Parker. Jupiter’s eyes flew open; he sat up and stared around in the dark, the fire having long since gone out, trying to make out what was happening.

Blinking and squinting, Jupiter could see a shirtless Parker wrestling with a hooded figure. He couldn’t tell if it was a human or… something else. It didn’t look – or smell – like an Orc at least. As Jupiter scrambled over to try and help, he realized the stranger had both their satchels slung over its shoulder; clearly, whoever it was had tried to rob them.

“Jupe, my sword!” cried Parker, as he managed to pin the figure to the ground at last. Jupiter hesitated for a moment, watching the figure struggling on the ground, the shirtless, sweaty Parker straddling him, pinning him down between his knees… you know, that wouldn’t be so bad, really… Then he shook himself again. He reached over, grabbed the Dragonsteel blade and threw it to Parker, who caught it deftly and held it to the stranger’s throat. “Now, who the hell are you, and why were you robbing us?” Parker demanded.

As the figure struggled on the ground, the hood fell down and they saw it was a blonde elf boy, with a very pretty face and fluffy blonde hair. “Please, please! Don’t kill me!” he begged, looking up at Parker with wide, gray-blue eyes, “I don’t mean you any harm… I… I can explain…” And then he burst into tears, stopping his struggling and covering his face with his hands as he sobbed into them.

Parker and Jupiter looked at each other. Jupiter nodded, and so Parker let the elf sit up, still keeping an eye on him, his sword raised warningly. “Alright, pointy ears, if I was you, I’d start talking,” Parker growled.

The elf nodded. Wiping his face and sniffling a little, he said, “My name is Prince Eldarion Moonbryn, third in line to the great Elven throne of Whispering Woods. I am the son of King Eärendil Moonbryn and, well, I made many mistakes that led me to where I am today, alone and hungry, out on the open road, forced to steal from innocents just to get by.” He sighed, looking apologetically at Parker and Jupiter. “It all started a couple hundred years ago,” he continued, “When my big brother, Prince Thalien Moonbryn, met his future wife, the Lady Eldalótë Glavien and, more specifically, her younger brother, Silvyr Glavien.”

Eldarion sighed again as looked up to the night sky and thought back to that night all those years ago, the night he was set down a path that would lead him to where he was tonight.

The Elven Capital of Glarelthwin, in the heart of the Whispering Woods: 218 Years Ago 

Prince Thalien stood focused on his target, bow drawn back and arrow pointing straight on. 

Prince Eldarion watched with anticipation as his brother lined up his shot, knowing he would get the bullseye, and yet, it was still nerve wracking. “You got this, Thal!” he called. 

Thalien released the string; the arrow flew straight to the target and penetrated the center with ease, getting that ever-important bullseye. The crowd all clapped for their Prince, none more enthusiastically than Eldarion. “Thank you, good people of the Whispering Woods, you are too kind,” said Thalien, smiling. 

Eldarion ran up to his brother and hugged him tightly. “That was excellent, brother, I can only hope to be as good of an archer as you one day!” he said excitedly. 

Thalien smiled and said, “One day, little brother, you will. With enough patience and perseverance, if you set your mind to something, you can do anything.”

“Of course you can, son! You’re a Moonbryn,” came the booming, distinctive voice of their father, King Eärendil Moonbryn, who placed a hand on each of his sons’ shoulders and smiled broadly. “My sons, have I told you recently just how proud I am of the men you have become?”

Thalien smiled. “On many occasions, sir.”

Eldarion smiled too. “I can only dream of being as good as Thal, father, but it is an honor to be number two to such a great number one,” Eldarion said, smiling, just as a beautiful Elven woman approached them.  

Thalien turned to her; he felt his heart skip a beat and within an instant was smitten. “How can I help you, sweet lady,” Thalien said smoothly, taking her hand and kissing it. 

She blushed and said, “You were very handsome out there today, my Prince. I wish to offer you a token of my affection.” She handed him a simple white handkerchief.

Thalien accepted the token gratefully. “May I ask your name, my dear lady?” 

She blushed again and bowed her head. “I am Lady Eldalótë Glavien, from the city of Gasrin. Oh, and this is my little brother, Silvyr,” she added, referring to the Elf approaching them. 

Silvyr knelt before them. “It is an honor to meet you all,” He said graciously, bowing his head to the two Princes and the King.

Eldarion just gazed at this Elf for a moment and smiled. “Rise, my friend,” he said, “Let me take a look at you.” He reached out to give Silvyr a helping hand up, gazing into his beautiful eyes as he did. “You have silver eyes,” he breathed, wonderingly, “Which I suppose makes sense, given your name.”

Silvyr smiled back at the Prince. “It is why it was chosen, your Grace.”  

Meanwhile, Thalien was still talking to Eldalótë. “If my father approves of it, I shall ask the lady for a moonlit stroll,” he said, turning and looking up at his father, who nodded approvingly. Thalien beamed as Eldalótë wrapped her arms around his and they went on a stroll around the capital together. 

Silvyr smirked, watching them leave. “My sister has had an obsession with your brother for years,” he told Eldarion, “Today, she was finally bold enough to speak to him.”

“My brother has that effect on the ladies,” said Eldarion, smiling, “He is a real ladies’ Elf. And he sure plays that part well.” 

“I am sure they say the same about you, my Prince,” Silvyr said, smiling, “You are just as handsome as your older brother, if I may be so bold to say, with a very cute and cuddly edge to you, too.” 

Eldarion blushed. “I’m sure there are some out there who feel that way,” he said quietly, “But between you and me, Silvyr…” He looked around, making sure no one could overhear them, “I’d prefer a partner of the same sex.” 

Silvyr smiled, somewhat triumphantly. “As would I, my Prince.” 

Moments later, in private

Eldarion wrapped his arms around Silvyr and pulled him into a passionate and heated kiss. “I was hoping, the moment I saw you, that we would be on the same wavelength!”

Silvyr smirked. “Why do you think I approached you in the first place?” he asked, “I knew you would be on my side of love!” He stripped off his shirt, revealing an extremely fit and toned chest, partially covered by his long and luscious locks. 

Eldarion moaned as he gazed upon this image of Elven perfection, ripping off his own shirt and bashing his lips against his new lover’s. “My father is progressive,” he murmured thoughtfully, in between kisses, “Perhaps, if I reveal myself, my father will allow us to be together.” 

Silvyr shook his head sadly. “I would love that, my sweet prince, but we both know, as a royal, your duty is first to the throne. And while your father may be accepting, the world at large may not take kindly to an Elven prince with such progressive views… But that’s enough talking,” Silvyr said, before proceeding to give Eldarion a hickey on his neck. 

Eldarion let out a frustrated and loud moan as Silvyr marked him as his own. “Fucking hell, where have you been all my life, my stallion?” he groaned. 

Silvyr smirked. “Waiting for the right moment to bag me my very own prince,” he purred, as he began unlacing his pants. 

Eldarion dropped to his knees. “Allow me to help you with that,” he said, as he rubbed Silvyr’s crotch and pulled his pants down, exposing his impressive sixteen-inch Elven cock. 

As both Parker and Jupiter gasped, wide-eyed, Eldarion said, “I should mention that Elves have larger cocks than the humans do, always twelve to eighteen inches on average. I only have fourteen myself; my brother is a true prince at eighteen… but Silvyr was the biggest I had ever taken… and thus far, the only… but back to it. I, of course, started sucking him off and it was the greatest thing I had ever tasted...” 

Silvyr let out a loud moan. “Myyyyy prince, you know how to take a cock!!!” 

Eldarion smirked. “And that’s just the first hole you can put it in, my stallion,” he said, licking the rod before him from tip to base. 

Silvyr pulled Eldarion up into his warm embrace. “I can’t wait to stick it in all your holes, my Prince.” He pulled Eldarion in close and the pair just made out for hours, feeling each other up. 

“Silvyr and I were not the only ones who found love that night. My brother had become smitten with the Lady Eldalótë, and within a year’s time they were wed. And then soon after that, they welcomed into the world my nephew, the Prince Vaalyun Moonbryn. I love my nephew with all my heart, he is the perfect kid and that is what Thal thought too. Vaalyun is the pride of his life. As the years went on and Little Vaal grew, our bond grew. I was the fun uncle, letting him get away with things his father would not.”

“Are you sure about this, Uncle E… father would not be pleased with me going out this far from the city,” Vaal asked, unsure if they should be doing this. 

Eldarion smirked. “Come on, nephew, are you scared or something? Worried something is gonna get you?” 

Vaal shook his head defiantly. “I’m not afraid of anything!” he said firmly, “I’m a mighty Elven Prince!!! Things fear me,” he said confidently, before jumping at the rustle of the leaves in the wind.

Eldarion sighed. “Perhaps I should take you back, I don’t know if you are ready for this.” 

Vaal shook his head. “No, Uncle E, I can do this,” he said, determinedly, “I can protect you while you attend to your important business… but what business is it?” He frowned curiously. 

Eldarion smirked. “I’ll tell you about it when you are older, kid.” 

Vaal stamped his foot impatiently. “UNCLE E!!! I’M 215 YEARS OLD!!!” he cried, frustrated. 

Eldarion laughed. “But a mere baby in Elf years,” he said, ruffling Vaal’s hair. Smiling at the mutinous look on the young Elf’s face, he led Vaal down a path towards an old cabin. “This is the place,” he said, as they reached it and turned to Vaal, “So, I am going to be in there for a few hours at most. It is your job to make sure not a soul enters that cabin while I am in there.”

“Not even Grandpa or Father?” Vaal asked, confused. 

“Especially not them, Vaal!” Eldarion patted Vaal on the back and pulled him in for a hug and a brief kiss on the lips; this was a common occurrence between Elven family members that only humans found strange. “I trust you, Vaal, you got this.” 

Vaal nodded. “I will protect you, uncle.” 

Eldarion smiled. “Thanks, kid, I love you.” He then entered the cabin, locking the door behind him. 

Vaal notched an arrow on his bow, keeping guard of this cabin as if it were a life or death situation. 

Eldarion smiled as he entered the candlelit bedroom and gazed upon his nude lover Silvyr, waiting for him. “I see you brought the lad,” he observed, “And yet, you don’t let him in on our fun, my Prince.” 

Eldarion glared at him. “I only said I suspect our nephew might be gay. I never said I wanted to fuck him.” 

Silvyr smirked as he pulled Eldarion into bed. “Of course not.” He made quick work of Eldarion’s clothes. “No, you want him to fuck you !” Silvyr said, smacking Eldarion’s ass hard. 

Eldarion smirked. “Our nephew is beautiful, and maybe I have had a fleeting thought or two, but it is not something I dwell on, especially when I have you to satisfy my needs,” Eldarion said, pulling Silvyr into a passionate kiss.

They made out for an hour, before proceeding to the anal sex. While Silvyr fucked Eldarion hard, Eldarion had a thought. “My love, can I propose something?” he asked. 

“If you are gonna ask to top me, the answer is…” Silvyr began, before he just broke down laughing, “Oh, my Prince, I am sorry. But the thought of that is too much to handle.” 

Eldarion punched Silvyr in the arm. “Shut up, just because I am so sub to you doesn’t mean…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence with a straight face either, and just sighed. “Fine, you are right. But this isn’t what I was thinking about… you mentioned the lad, our nephew. Well, he is getting older. And now that I am third in line, and he is second in line, I stand less of a chance of ever inheriting the throne. Especially now Vaal has kids of his own.”

“What are you getting at my prince?” Silvyr asked gently, playing with his lover’s perfect curly hair. 

“Times are changing,” said Eldarion, “I wish to do it, I want to go public… I want to marry you, Silvyr. The Church Seldarine permits same-sex marriage now, and many Elves are doing it! Why shouldn’t we be together properly? In the eyes of gods and men!” 

Silvyr caressed Eldarion’s cheek. “My sweet prince, you have a point, times have changed over these last 217 years… maybe it is time to try.” 

Eldarion smiled. “Thank you, my love,” he sighed happily, “I can’t go another day without being your husband… we shall tell my father in the morning.”

Silvyr smirked. “But for the night, you are mine!” 

Eldarion smirked. “Tonight, and every night.” Eldarion spread his legs wide and Silvyr began to prod his prostate and fuck him hard, as he had so many nights before. 

Vaal was still outside, standing guard, when he heard a noise approaching him. “Who goes there!” he called out, raising his bow, “Don’t approach the cabin, I will shoot you on sight!” Vaal gulped as an armor-clad individual emerged from the brush. 

He chuckled at the sight of Vaal and began to speak in Orcish. “Lat ayh so out ro your zabislaw kid, jiak kij General Sharkub ro ul orcs agh lat ayh shal my tuztor!”

Vaal shook his head. “An Orc… gods, my Orcish is rubbish. Um… uh… General Sharkub! Jiak kij Prince Vaalyun agh jiak kij under strict orders ve protect kigiji cabin kor any nalkriuk dare enter khe!!!” 

Sharkub grunted. “Allow me to speak in your pathetic tongue!” he sighed, “You speak Orcish pretty well, princey, but you are just embarrassing yourself at this point… you don’t stand a chance against me.” He removed his helmet, and Vaal stared at him.

“But you’re a human…” Vaal said, confused, “Why do you wear Orcish armor and speak their language, carry their weapons?” 

Sharkub screeched with fury. “I AM NO HUMAN, YOU INSOLENT ELF! I just look better than most Orcs. You know, Orcs are just the more evolved version of you, right, Princey?” he added, smirking. 

Vaal scoffed. “You lot aren’t evolved,” he spat, “You are mutilated and twisted, a disease created in the Dark times by the Dark wizards. And then they allowed you to spread. You’re not the next step, you’re a cancer that needs to be snuffed out!” 

Sharkub nodded. “I can understand why you would believe that,” he growled, “But I’m not here for a debate.” He turned his attention to gaze upon the cabin. “I say, you must be guarding some gold or valuable gems, something very important if they have their Prince out here protecting it!” Sharkub drew his blade, a brutal looking weapon indeed. “I’ll be taking whatever is in there, if you don’t mind.” 

Vaal gulped. He shook his head, pointed his arrow at Sharkub and in Orcish said, “ Olkr mn vadokan turm!!!” 

Sharkub smirked. He put his helmet back on and charged at the Prince. 

“Vaal stood valiantly, firing arrows upon Sharkub as fast as he could, while dodging his swings. He was good at that, he was a nimble lad. Silvyr and I heard the commotion outside and ran to go help, but before we could, Vaal lost his guard and was stabbed in the gut by Sharkub. Silvyr and I managed to fend Sharkub off, but at a great cost… Vaal survived his injuries, but only just. My father was understandably furious, and Thal couldn’t even look at me.” 

King Eärendil paced the throne room. “Tell me, son… Why did you think it was a good idea to be out there?” he demanded of Eldarion, “Why did you take Vaal so far away from the safety of our home?” 

Eldarion teared up. “Because, father… it was the only place I could be sure was secluded enough to… to…” Eldarion swallowed and took a deep breath, “Have relations with Silvyr in peace.”

Eärendil sighed, shaking his head. “Eldarion… you think I don’t know that you are gay?”

Eldarion sniffled, staring up at his father. “You… you knew?” 

“OF COURSE WE KNEW, YOU IMBECILE!” Thalien shouted, “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO HIDE IT AND NEARLY HAVE MY BOY KILLED!!!” 

“SILENCE, THALIEN!!!” Eärendil cut him off. “I shall deal with your brother. Go, be with your wife and Vaal.” 

Thalien nodded, bowing to the King before grabbing Eldarion on his way out. Leaning in, he spat at him, “Don’t ever speak to my son again, you stupid… faggot!” Thal shoved past Eldarion and left the throne room. 

Eldarion teared up again as Eärendil shook his head. “If you wished to be with Silvyr, my son, I of course would have allowed it. You are not and never will be my heir, it’s not your duty to continue our family legacy. That falls on Thal and, one day, Vaal… I want it to be known, it is not you sleeping with a member of the male sex I am upset about… it is your sheer lack of thought, the carelessness of it all. Taking Vaal to a cabin not a mile from the edge of the woods, and into Orc country at that!” Eärendil cried, exasperatedly, “IT WAS A FOOLISH MOVE, SON, IDIOTIC AND CARELESS!!!” 

Eldarion was a crying mess. “Father, I am so sorry… I… I thought...” he stammered. 

But Eärendil cut him off. “NO, YOU DIDN’T THINK, SON.” He took a deep breath. “You didn’t think at all. I am sorry, son, but your actions deserve punishment, as do Silvyr’s.” 

Eldarion gulped and shook his head. “Please, no, it was all me. Leave Silvyr out of it!” 

Eärendil sighed. “Fine. I will allow Silvyr to stay in the Capital and continue to serve us, as he has for 200 years… But he is under Capital arrest, he is never to leave the city without my permission again.”

Eldarion nodded. “I will make sure he does that.” 

Eärendil sighed. “I am sorry, son, no you will not. Until such a time you can prove yourself worthy of it, you are banished from the Whispering Woods. I do not strip you of your titles or place in the line of succession, but I do strip you of all your rights, privileges and possessions other than the clothes on your back and your bow and arrow for self defense… you are to leave immediately and not return until you have redeemed yourself and your honor. Do you understand me?” 

Eldarion teared up, but nodded. “Please, father, grant me one request. Let me say goodbye to Silvyr.” 

Eärendil shook his head sadly. “No, I am afraid I cannot allow it. Guards, please escort my son to the border.” 

Eldarion broke down crying as he was dragged off. “FATHER, PLEASE, I LOVE HIM! PLEASE!!!” 

Present Day

Eldarion sighed, looking at Parker and Jupiter. “It’s been a year now and I haven’t been back or seen Silvyr since… I apologize for my actions but I haven’t eaten in a week and I am just so hungry.” 

Parker wiped his tears away and sighed, dropping his sword at last. “Wow… that was a powerful story, Eldarion… I am truly sorry for everything that happened to you.” 

Jupiter nodded. “I hope one day you and Silvyr can be reunited and live happily ever after. I for one think true love is something worth fighting for,” Jupiter said, glancing at Parker briefly before looking away. 

Parker sat down next to Eldarion. “I think we can help you,” he said, “Join us on our quest to Dragonsnest. We could use an Elven guide and maybe, just maybe, helping us could be enough for your father to consider yourself redeemed.” 

Eldarion nodded. “If nothing else, it gives me a purpose.” He sat up proudly, “Noble humans, I shall join you on your quest. I will guide you to Dragonsnest… But first, the village of Hanson is but an hour’s walk. May I suggest we seek shelter and food for the night there?”

Parker nodded. “Lead the way, my pointy-eared friend!” he said, smiling as he and Jupiter followed Eldarion down the road to their next destination. 

Meanwhile, in Dragonsnest 

That evening, King Lucas called his whole family together for a meeting in the Great Hall. “This is going be good for them, my dear, trust me,” Lucas said, holding the Queen’s hand tight. 

Ariana nodded. “I’m sure you are right, honey,” she sighed, “I just don’t know how I feel about our kids getting married and… fornicating. They are all still so young.”

Lucas smirked. “You act Like Henry isn’t already,” he said slyly.

“OF COURSE HE’S NOT!” burst out Ariana, glaring at the King, “He… he’s a good boy, he would never do such a thing...” 

The King just smirked. “He’s a seventeen-year-old boy, my love, and he’s my son. Trust me, that ship sailed long ago. When I was his age, I was a real catch and I knew it. Believe me, Henry is no different,” Lucas smiled, almost proud at the thought of his son hooking up with random girls.   

Ariana just shook her head, not even wanting to consider the possibility. “At least I can still be confident in the innocence of the twins and Timmy,” she sighed, “No way any of them have committed such sins.” 

Lucas smirked again. “Well, Rory is right around the age when I…” he began.

But Ariana cut him off. “Enough!” she snapped, “I don’t want to hear any more filth out of your mouth. It’s bad enough that they have to be married off to begin with, please don’t put any images in my head. Especially with the likes of the Hardgroves, you have to be kidding me…” 

“Now, dear,” said the King approvingly, “The Hardgroves are my cousins; my great-grandfather had a sister who married into the family and of course you know Lord Carson is my Master of Coin. He proposed these marriages to me and I could not refuse as he has two perfectly aged children and so do I. This is going to be great for everyone involved, trust me.”

The Queen just sighed again as Henry, Rory, Lexi and Timmy entered the Great Hall at last. Henry of course entered right next to his… bodyguard, William. “Father, you summoned us?” Henry said, frowning a little, confused as to the purpose of this meeting. 

Lucas nodded. “Yes, my children. Please, have a seat at the table,” he said, gesturing to the chairs next to them. 

Rory sat down and looked up at the King, a look of concern on his freckled face. “What is it, father?” he asked, “Are you dying… are we going on vacation… did the Orcs invade… are the dragons back? DO I GET MY OWN DRAGON?!?” he asked excitedly. 

The King shook his head, chuckling. “No, none of that,” he said, before taking a breath and looking around at them all, specifically at Henry and Lexi. “There comes a time in every young prince and princess’s life that they must think of their legacy and of continuing the family name for generations to come. The way we do this is by settling down with a suitable Lord or Lady, marrying them and subsequently having children with them. Take me and your mother, for example. My father chose her to be my Queen and you all were the result of our many years of bliss.” Lucas took a moment to pause for dramatic effect. “Now the time has come for you all to settle down as well.” 

Timmy frowned, looking at his parents, confused. “But… I don’t know how to make a baby,” he said, “We haven’t reached that bit in geography class yet, I don’t know where baby land is!” 

Lucas laughed and ruffled his youngest son’s hair. “It is not your time yet, Timmy. That will come in a few years, when you are older.” He turned to his older children. “As for you three,” he said, “Well, Rory, a suitable lady has yet to be found for you, but we are working on it.”

Rory smirked, knowing the most suitable lady for him was sitting right next to him already. “I can wait, father,” he said, half-glancing at Lexi, who kicked him under the table, her eyes flashing a warning. 

“However, Henry and Lexi, matches have been found for you both,” announced the King, “Carson, if you will!” he called.

Lord Carson Hardgrove entered the room and bowed to them. “Your Majesties, your Royal Highnesses. I present to you, my son and heir, Lord Carson Hardgrove Jr.” 

Lord Carson Junior entered the room. He was short and a little stocky, but he had a cute face, with medium-length wavy blonde hair. He bowed before them, his eyes on Lexi. “I have come here today to ask for the lovely Princess Alexandra’s hand in marriage.” 

Lexi snorted, hardly able to contain herself. “Him?!?” she spluttered, “But he’s… well he’s… surely, you can’t be serious?” She turned to stare at her father. 

Lucas nodded. “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley!” he said, before breaking down laughing. “That is what the professionals call dad humor!” he said, grinning at Lexi, who glared back, “Princess Lexi accepts your proposal, Lord Carson,” he said, switching back to King mode, “And she can hardly wait to bear you many bold sons and beautiful daughters!” 

Lexi gasped. “HELL NO!!!” she cried.

The King glared at her. “Silence, daughter,” he said sharply, before turning away, “Lord Carson, your next proposal,” he said, smiling. 

Lord Carson bowed again. “Next, may I present my beautiful daughter, the flower of my life, the Lady Savannah Hardgrove.” 

Savannah entered the room, wearing a long, flowing dress. She too was blonde, with a noticeable amount of cleavage and bust to her. She was a true beauty and all men could see it, even those who didn’t roll her way. She bowed to Henry. “My sweet Prince, I have come here today to swear fealty and obedience to you, if you will accept my hand in marriage. I will bear you many strong heirs, Mighty Dragons like their handsome and charming father. I will tend to you in sickness and in health, if you would only accept my hand in this union of our mighty Houses.” 

Ser Jackston, a Knight in the Kingsguard around the same age as Ser William and Prince Henry, was in awe of the Lady Savannah. “The Prince is so lucky, getting to marry such a beauty,” he said to William. 

Ser William did not reply, but merely stood vigilantly beside his Prince, his eyes on him and the Lady Savannah. 

Henry just gaped, unable to think of what to say. “I… well… I…” He looked to William for help; the Knight just shrugged. 

Lucas smirked, delighted. “He’s speechless… SMITTEN!!” He clapped. “This is glorious news! But of course, he accepts the proposal! I shall arrange an engagement feast and ball as soon as possible! This is going to be the greatest event of the decade, thousands will come from every corner of Emberstone to witness this glorious double wedding! That is all, everyone is dismissed!” Lucas said, exiting the hall with the Queen and leaving all of his children speechless after that dramatic turn of events. 

Prince Henry stormed up the castle steps to his chambers, Ser William following close behind him. He burst through the bedroom door angrily, making it bang against the stone wall, echoing loudly. William closed the door behind him as the Prince paced the room in a temper.

“This is some damn bullshit!” shouted the Prince, running a hand through his blonde hair in annoyance.

“I know, sir,” sighed Ser William sympathetically, “It’s totally unfair.”

“Damn right it is,” grumbled Henry, before turning to William, a smirk spreading across his pretty face, “Get over here, you,” he demanded, “I need something to take my frustrations out on.”

Knowing exactly what the Prince meant, Ser William smirked too as he crossed the room. Henry grabbed him roughly by the collar and threw him down on the bed, before climbing on top of him, straddling him as he pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss.

The two of them started grinding on each other as they made out, hands roaming and groping as they went. Henry stripped off his jacket and shirt, throwing them aside on the bed, before starting to help William out of his armor. “Mmm, now that’s what I like to see,” he said, running a hand down William’s exposed, defined chest, all the way down to his hard, seven-inch cock, “My proud knight, standing to attention for his Prince.”

William smirked. “Always, your Grace,” he said, “Al-always!” he moaned slightly as Henry gave his hard cock a quick, rough jerk.

“Good,” said the Prince, “Now, bend over the bed,” he instructed. As Ser William did so, Henry stripped off his pants and oiled up his own rock hard, eight-inch cock. He lined up with William’s ass and rammed his cock inside, groaning deeply.

Ser William groaned too, as he felt the familiar sensation of his Prince’s hard cock filling his tight ass. As he pulled out and slammed in again, Henry turned William’s head so they could make out as he fucked him hard.

“Ugh, sometimes I hate being a Prince!” grunted Henry, as he continued pounding William into the bed, “That Lady Savannah is a real snotty bitch.”

“She is… uhhh… very pretty at least, your Grace,” said William fairly, in between kisses, “I mean, if I swung that way…”

The Prince snorted. “You fuck her then!” he laughed.

“EWW!!!” William screwed up his face in disgust, and Henry laughed again.

“Exactly, I thought not,” he said, smirking, “And I told you,” he added, “CALL! ME! DADDY!!!” He hammered into William as hard as he could with each word.

“Oofff fuck,” grunted William, his voice muffled as Henry pressed his face into the bed, “Yes, Daddy!”

Henry smirked again, satisfied. “She might be pretty,” conceded Henry, grumbling, “But no way her pussy is as hot and tight as this ass!” he said, ramming in ballsdeep once more.

William smirked. “Glad to be of service, as always, Daddy!” 

“Oh, shut up,” muttered Henry, “Now, lay on your back and get those legs up,” he ordered, and William did so at once, “Oh, if only the Kingdom would be accepting of me taking you as my husband,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss William as he jacked him off in turn with his thrusts.

“Many would probably accept that, if you were just a Prince,” said Ser William, thoughtfully, “But as King, you would be expected to produce an heir, the one thing I sadly cannot give you.” He sighed, as he watched the Prince’s cock slamming into his ass.

“Mmm, true.” Henry nodded, then a mischievous smirk crossed his face. “But you never know, the Maesters might be able to craft a potion that would allow that to happen. Would you like that? Would you bear my child, Ser William?” Henry asked with a purr, as he kissed him again.

William smirked. “It would be my honor, your Grace.” He winked, and Henry smirked too. “Not like you’ve not done a good job of trying to knock me up already,” he added.

“Speaking of which…. OHHH FUCKKK!!!” grunted Henry, as he slammed in hard a few more times before shooting his load and breeding William’s ass. 

Henry pulled out at last, before finishing William off by hand so he sprayed his abs and chest with cum. The two of them then collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, naked embrace, making out as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Meanwhile, up in a bedroom in the West Tower, Princess Lexi was also pacing angrily around the room. “They think I’m going along with this, they can think again!” she ranted, “I don’t wanna marry that little blonde creep.”

Sitting on the bed, Prince Rory nodded earnestly. “No way is he good enough for you, my sexy, beautiful sister,” he said.

Lexi nodded, smirking at her ginger twin brother. “You know it, Ror,” she said, stopping pacing at last, “Now, get up and strip for your sexy, beautiful sister,” she instructed.

Rory did so eagerly. He jumped off the bed at once, pulling off his shirt and jacket as he did, before stripping off his pants and underwear, kicking them aside so he stood completely bare before his sister, his slim yet defined body pale and completely smooth but for a small bush of coppery pubes.

“Mmm, that’s good,” said Lexi softly, licking her lips, “Now, back on the bed, show me that cute Princey ass.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Rory lay back on the bed, lifting his legs and spreading his cheeks for her. Lexi licked her lips again before leaning in and putting her tongue to Rory’s tight pink hole. As her brother gasped, she started eating him out, making him moan and tremble with pleasure.

“Mmm, my love,” breathed Lexi softly, “Oh yeah, that’s what I need right now,” she said, as she saw Rory get hard, his surprisingly thick, six-inch cock swelling to its full size. 

Lexi got to her feet again, standing right in front of Rory as she stripped off her clothes. Rory just lay back and gazed up at her, getting even harder as he watched her bare it all for him. Her long, dark hair fell across her chest, hiding her soft, round boobs slightly from him.

“It’s yours, my love,” breathed Rory, rubbing his hard cock as she approached him again, “Go on, ride it.”

Lexi climbed onto the bed, straddling Rory so she could start riding him cowgirl style on the bed. Both of them moaned softly as she slid down, Rory’s hard cock sliding into her hot young pussy. “I’m the Princess,” she said defiantly, as she began riding her twin brother’s hard dick, “I should get to choose my husband. It’s one thing them arranging a marriage for Henry, he’ll be King one day, but what’s it matter who I marry? I’m probably never gonna be Queen anyway…”

“Mmm, yeah, sis,” moaned Rory, “Still, they’d never let you pick me,” he sighed.

“Love to see the look on their faces if I did…” Lexi smirked.

Rory smirked too, before leaning in to kiss her and grabbing her boobs. She shook her hair back so he could get a good view as he cupped them in his warm hands.

“Mmm, you love them, don’t you, Ror?” she said, “Go on, suck my tits… oh yeah, bro,” she moaned, as he did so, his tongue playing around her nipple as he caressed and kissed her boobs. “But I don’t care what they say,” she muttered, “Think they’re gonna do me out of my ginger plaything… I don’t think so. What say you, Rory?” she asked.

“Huh?” mumbled Rory, frowning. He seemed not to have heard what Lexi had said, being too mesmerized by his sister’s tits.

Lexi rolled her eyes and slapped him. “I said, they’re not gonna keep us apart, are they?”

“Oh, never, my beloved,” said Rory, shaking his head, “We’re twins, we were literally made for each other.” He continued to kiss and caress Lexi’s boobs as she rode him.

“Damn right,” sighed Lexi, “Bet that blondie doesn’t have a dick like this either,” she added, glancing down at the thick, hard cock sliding in and out of her as she rode Rory.

Rory smirked. “Definitely not. He’s a peewee if ever I saw one.”

Lexi nodded. “And his tits are almost as big as mine,” she added, with a snicker.

“Not as nice, though,” said Rory, burying his freckled face between them.

“Oh, definitely not,” agreed Lexi, “And ugh, I’m never gonna get tired of this fat ginger rod,” she groaned, her pussy dripping as she rode Rory faster and harder, taking him right to the edge.

“It’s… always… yours… sis!!!” panted Rory, as he felt himself about to blow, “FUCK… FUCK… I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” he moaned loudly, before Lexi shoved his face back between her tits to quieten him.

Once Rory had stopped shooting his load, Lexi climbed off him and straddled his face instead, making him eat his own cum out of her pussy. “Don’t want me to get knocked up,” she said, smirking down at him. “You know that would get us in some serious trouble.”

Rory grumbled a little, even as he eagerly ate her out. “Might be worth the trouble, though…” he mumbled.

Lexi laughed, ruffling his ginger hair before pulling him into a passionate kiss. “One day, maybe, my Prince,” she said softly, “You know there’s no one I’d rather make a baby with.”

Sighing contentedly, the twins snuggled down in each other’s arms, in a sweaty, naked embrace that just felt completely natural to both of them. Rory knew that he’d probably have to sneak out and into his own bed before morning, lest they be caught by one of the servants. But for now, he was happy just being in his sister’s arms. If only he could come up with a way to get her out of this damned marriage.

That night in his chambers, the King settled down to sleep quite contentedly, happily imagining his elder son and his daughter’s upcoming and most honorable marriages. All was going to plan, it seemed to him, and he was blissfully unaware that both of them were instead spending the night in the naked, sweaty embrace of their chosen partners instead.

Including one of those partners being his other son and his daughter’s own twin brother.

The Queen, meanwhile, was a little more restless. She sighed as she blew out the candle by her bedside and glanced over at the snoring King beside her. She was not nearly as comfortable with the idea of her children being married off, especially as she noticed that neither of them seemed particularly happy about their partners being chosen for them. But oh well, this was the way it was done, and she was sure both of them would come to accept in time. As she would have to herself.

As the stars sparkled in the heavens over the Palace of Dragonsnest, what would the future hold for the Royal Family… no one could guess just yet.

The Epic Quest of Parker Green: The Journey to Dragonsnest

 Episode 2: “The Elf” 

Starring:

 Parker Bates as Parker Green

Noah Jupe as James “Jupiter” Baker 

Nolen Dubuc as Prince Eldarion Moonbryn 

Preston Oliver as Prince Henry Dragonsbane 

Maxwell Jenkins as Ser William Sutherland 

Walker Scobell as General Sharkub of the Orcs

Landon Gordon as Prince Rory Dragonsbane 

Madeleine McGraw as Princess Alexandra “Lexi” Dragonsbane 

Kaz Womack as Prince Timothy “Timmy” Dragonsbane 

Karen Gillian as Queen Ariana Dragonsbane 

Tajus Kruminis as Silvyr Glavien

Thomas Kuc as Prince Thalien Moonbryn 

Wolfgang Schaeffer as Prince Vaalyun Moonbryn

Zackary Arthur as Ser Jackston Wilson 

Christian Convery as Lord Carson Hardgrove Jr. 

Alyvia Alyn Lind as Lady Savannah Hardgrove 

Sabarina Carpenter as Princess Eldalótë Glavien-Moonbryn

With 

Tom Felton as Lord Carson Hardgrove 

James Marsters as King Eärendil Moonbryn 

Chris Hemsworth as King Lucas V

And 

Matt Lintz as Æthelwulf the Wise

Chapter Text

The stars glittered in the night sky above as Parker, Jupiter and their new elf friend Eldarion made their way along the winding road through the foothills of the Silver Mountains, moving away from the Western River towards the village that the elf had mentioned.

“Come along, friends!” said Eldarion, as he strolled along, his blonde hair glowing in the moonlight, while Parker and Jupiter trudged behind, “We’ll be there within the hour, if we keep up the pace!”

“Soooooo tired,” yawned Jupiter, as he leaned on Parker for support, even as Parker could barely lift his feet.

“Yeahhh,” sighed Parker, “We’d barely gotten any sleep before we were rudely awoken by an elf with a knife,” he said pointedly, looking at Eldarion, who gave an apologetic shrug.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, “How about a song to help keep our spirits up? All together… She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes... ”

The other two rolled their eyes as Eldarion waved his arms, encouraging them to join in with the song. 

“Come on… She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes… she’ll be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain… ”

Jupiter sighed and joined in, “ She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes! ” He nudged Parker with an elbow.

Parker groaned and rolled his eyes, but reluctantly sang, “ She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes… She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes! ”

“That’s the spirit!” Eldarion beamed at the two human boys, “ She’ll be driving six white horses, she’ll be driving six white horses… ”

The three of them continued singing as they headed along the road to the village of Hanson. Even Parker had to admit that the song seemed to make the journey less arduous, and by the time they reached the village both he and Jupiter were feeling noticeably less tired.

Despite the lateness of the hour, some lights still glowed in the windows of many of the small houses that surrounded the village square. Opposite a large fountain, there was a warm and cozy looking inn, its windows glowing orange with candlelight. A sign over the door bore a golden bow and arrow on a green background, above the name ’The Hunter’s Rest’.

“Well, I could definitely do with a rest,” said Parker, and the three of them headed across the village square and entered the inn. It was quite smokey inside, the stone floor was strewn with straw and the bar area was lit by candles and a crackling fire in the grate.

A tall man with mid-length blonde hair smiled at them from behind a small desk just inside the entrance to the inn. “Good evening, young gentlemen,” he said, “Welcome to the Hunter’s Rest. Name’s Isaac, now will you be wanting a room for the night or just drinks?” he asked.

Parker looked at Jupiter and Eldarion, who both nodded, “Room please, we’re very tired, been on the road a couple days already.”

Isaac nodded. “Certainly, young sir. Three rooms, is it?” he asked.

“Nah,” said Parker, shaking his head, “Just two will be fine, Jupe and I can share.”

He smiled innocently at Jupiter, who nonetheless felt his heart skip a beat as Parker put a friendly arm around his shoulders. He swallowed hard and smiled back, feeling something else throbbing down below again. 

“Very good. That’ll be twelve denarii for the night then,” said Isaac.

Parker reached into his satchel for some money, before realizing the bag of coins Æthelwulf had put in there for them was missing. He frowned for a moment, then turned to Eldarion. The elf gave a nervous laugh, before pulling a coin purse out of his pocket.

“Ooops, sorry, forgot to give this back,” he said, grinning apologetically, “Here, take it, I’ve got some money for my own room anyway.” He handed the coin bag to Parker, and then took six small silver coins out of another pocket and handed them to Isaac.

“Who did you steal those from?” asked Parker, as he handed over his own six denarii to the landlord. 

Eldarion blushed. “Actually, this money is mine. I still have some left… no, honestly,” he added, as Parker looked doubtful.

“We’ll believe you,” laughed Jupiter, as he allowed Parker to steer him into the bar, an arm still around his shoulders.

The three of them found an empty table near the fire. As they sat down, Parker looked around the bar at their fellow patrons. There were three hunters sitting at a nearby table, drinking tall steins of beer, their bows slung over their backs like Eldarion’s. A group of old men sat at the bar drinking beer and whiskey, two of them with hoods covering their faces, the others in long traveling coats. A wizened old witch sat at the table across from them, sipping on a tall glass that was smoking slightly.

Shortly after they sat down, a serving wench came over to their table to take their order. She was pretty and blonde, and Parker at least noticed she had big boobs that she was showing off nicely with a low-cut top. “What can I get you men?” she asked, smiling and looking directly at Parker.

Parker swallowed, feeling a little distracted… and hard. “Uh… I’ll have a pint of ale, please,” he said, “And a pot of stew.” 

“You got it, handsome,” said the wench, winking at Parker, “And for you boys?” she added to Jupiter and Eldarion.

Jupiter frowned slightly, noticing the change of term from ’men’ to ’boys’, but he let it go. “I’ll have a piña colada, and some fish and chips, please.”

“Large white wine and the stew please,” said Eldarion.

The serving wench nodded and left to go get their drinks and food. While they were waiting, Parker turned to Eldarion and asked, “So, what do you think is the best way for us to get to the capital then?”

“Easy,” replied Eldarion, “We head due north, through the Pine Woods, we’ll be there in two weeks, tops. Plus, it should keep us out of the way of any Orc patrols, they don’t like those woods.”

Jupiter gave a nervous shiver. “I’ve heard people get lost in those woods. They get driven mad and can’t find their way home again.”

“Only if you’re foolish enough to venture in there without an Elven guide,” said Eldarion, a note of pride in his voice, “Stick with me, men, you’ll be fine.”

“Well, sounds like you know what you’re doing,” said Parker, sitting back in his chair and nodding.

But just then, there came a rough laugh from the table in the corner of the room. Looking around, Parker saw a dark-haired figure dressed in furs and leather, with bare, buff-looking arms and ripped abs on show. “You’re really gonna let an Elf show you the way?” He sneered at Eldarion, who looked back at the newcomer with equal dislike as he sat down at their table, slamming his stein of mead down on the rough wooden surface.

“Well, that was the plan…” said Jupiter hesitantly, looking curiously at the stranger, unable to stop his eyes darting down to his abs. He wondered how old he was; he looked around their age, and mostly human, though he suspected not entirely.

“Hah!” laughed the other again, “Come with me, I can get you there much faster. And no worries about getting lost in the woods either,” he added, throwing a disgusted look at Eldarion, who bristled, his fingers twitching towards his bow, “Garrick’s the name,” he added, holding out a rough, slightly blistered hand, “Garrick Stonewater.” 

“You know the way to Dragonsnest?” asked Parker, leaning forward and shaking Garrick’s hand, while ignoring the elf’s reaction.

“Sure do. I’m headed to the capital myself, as it happens,” said Garrick, nodding.

“What for?”

Garrick puffed out his chest “To demand the rightful payment for dwarf labor,” he said, “Too long have my kind been taken advantage of by the Crown.”

Eldarion snorted. “Aren’t you a bit big for a dwarf?” he sneered, rolling his eyes.

Garrick turned to glare at him. “Well, ain’t you a pretty little thing?” he growled, “My mother was human. But I assure you the blood in my veins is dwarf, through and through. Strong and brave as an ox,” he said proudly, flexing his arms and tensing his abs while fixing his eyes on the elf.

“And smells like one too,” muttered Eldarion.

Jupiter and Parker both stifled laughs; Garrick turned to glare at them but luckily, at that very moment, the serving wench returned with a tray of drinks and food for them.

“Here we go, gents, enjoy!” she said brightly. As she turned to leave, she reached under the table to run her hand up Parker’s leg. “Anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask, sexy,” she whispered, winking as she squeezed his thigh. Parker smirked and nodded.

Jupiter glanced from Parker to the wench, his eyes narrowing slightly. He gave a small huff before taking a sip of his piña colada. 

As they all started on their food, Parker turned back to the dwarf. “So, do tell us your story then, Garrick,” he said.

Garrick took a large swig of his mead, then slammed his stein back down on the table and leaned back in his chair. He looked into the crackling fire, thinking of the heat of the forges back home, where he spent most of his days.

The Dwarven Forges of Tenhagrah, last summer

The heat and the noise were intense and never-ending, but Garrick had always found it familiar and homely. The work was always hard, but it was good, honest work and he took pride in his craft.

“How many more of these do we need to make?” asked his twin brother, Darmock, wiping sweat from his brow as he held up a shining, lethally sharp dragonsteel blade.

“At least three dozen more,” replied Garrick, “Plus another full platoon’s worth of armor.”

Darmock groaned, stretching his arms and yawning. “They planning an invasion or something?” he asked.

Garrick shrugged, shaking his head. “I dunno. But the Orcs have been getting rather rowdy lately.”

Darmock nodded, as the pair of them got back to work. Both of them were shirtless and sweat glistened on their arms and abs, while their faces and bodies were grimy with soot and grease from crafting the weapons and armor. Darmock’s long hair was tied back, while Garrick’s was standing up from where he’d run his greasy hands through it.

It took them till the end of the day to finish crafting all of the swords and armor they had been instructed to make. Once it was done, and had passed inspection by the Chief of the Forge, the pair of them set off by wagon for the capital.

At the foot of the mountain under which the Forges of Tenhagrah lay, Garrick swung his battle-axe at a crack in the rock face, which split open before them, revealing a torch-lit tunnel through the mountain. The two of them wheeled the wagon through and set off down the path, cutting right through the Ironhelm Mountains towards the capital.

“It took us a good few days to get to Dragonsnest,” said Garrick, “But dwarves do not worry about hard work and arduous journeys. Darmock and I made good time, and it was around dusk when we finally reached the gates to the royal castle.”

As the two dwarf brothers approached the palace gates with their wagon, they were met by two knights of the Kingsguard. “Halt, in the name of the King!” demanded Ser William, as he and Ser Jackston stepped forward, “Who are you and what is your business here?”

“Garrick and Darmock Stonewater, of the Dwarven Forges of Tenhagrah,” announced Garrick, looking Ser William right in the eyes, and noticing that he himself was wearing a suit of dwarf-made armor, probably Garrick’s own handiwork, “Here to deliver fine weaponry and armor for the King’s arsenal.”

Ser Jackston stepped forward, peering into the wagon. “Very well. We’ll take it from here.”

But Darmock shook his head. “Our orders are to deliver personally. And get paid personally,” he added, his dark eyes flashing as they met the knight’s.

Ser Jackston grunted, turning to Ser William, who nodded, and the two of them opened the gates to allow the dwarves to lead their wagon inside. 

Once they reached the main courtyard of the palace, Garrick and Darmock unloaded the dragonsteel swords from the wagon, while handing a suit of armor to Ser Jackston.

“You can carry that for now,” said Darmock, smirking a little as the knight took the heavy armor from the dwarf.

“I shall fetch the Queen,” said Ser William, “The King is out hunting at the moment. Ser Jackston, if you would lead them to the Great Hall.”

Ser Jackston nodded, still sagging a bit under the weight of the suit of armor he was carrying in addition to his own that he was wearing. Garrick smirked as he and Darmock followed the knight to the main hall of the castle, each easily carrying a bundle of a couple dozen swords each.

The dwarves were led into the Great Hall, and after waiting a few minutes, the doors opened and Ser William returned to announce, “Her Majesty the Queen Ariana Dragonsbane.” He bowed as the Queen entered, as did Ser Jackston and both Garrick and Darmock.

“Your Grace,” said Garrick, “We bring to you and your husband the King, the finest dragonsteel swords and armor from the noble Forges of Tenhagrah.” He held out a shining silver blade for her to examine.

Queen Ariana took the sword from the dwarf and examined it closely, weighing it in her hands and frowning slightly as she inspected the blade. “Hmm, let’s hope this is up to the standard we expect,” she said coolly, “The last batch was, well, a little less than perfect.”

Garrick bristled. “Excuse me, Your Grace,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm, “But it was the finest Dwarven craftsmanship. I can personally assure you that we would never dishonor the Crown by offering anything less than…”

“Tell that to the soldier who died from an Orc axe when his chest armor failed him,” the Queen interrupted him.

“Impossible!” protested Darmock. As the Queen turned to him, Garrick nudged him and gave him a warning look, “I mean, I’m sure Your Grace will find this batch to be of the highest standard,” he said, with a stiff bow.

“We’ll see,” said Queen Ariana thoughtfully, reaching into her pocket for a coin purse, “Now, for this delivery, shall we say 2,000 denarii?” 

“Uh, that was not the price we agreed, Your Grace,” said Garrick, a little hesitantly, “The King promised us 5,000 denarii for this batch, specially crafted of the finest dragonsteel…”

The Queen sighed. “I’m sorry, but in the current climate, with war looming, even the Crown cannot afford to make extravagant purchases. Especially when the quality of merchandise is suspect…”

“I assure you, Your Grace, this is the finest armor and weaponry you can find anywhere in Emberstone,” said Darmock firmly, bowing and taking the armor from Ser Jackston for the Queen to examine.

“Is it?” asked the Queen, frowning and shaking her head as she studied the armor, “You know, I feel you dwarves have such a monopoly on steel forging, the prices you charge do not necessarily reflect the quality.”

But at this point, Garrick lost his cool. “THIS IS AN AFFRONT!” he cried angrily, “I DEMAND FAIR PAYMENT FOR OUR SERVICES!!!”

The Queen’s eyes flashed dangerously, as she pushed the suit of armor back at Darmock and stepped towards Garrick, glaring coldly down at him. “You will take what we pay, little man, and leave at once. Or do I need to have the guards throw you over the city walls?”

“No, Your Grace,” muttered Garrick through gritted teeth. He held out a hand and took a handful of large silver coins from the Queen, who smiled coldly before sweeping from the room. 

“Well, we had no choice then but to leave with our inadequate payment,” grumbled Garrick, “The guards led us from the palace. As we were leaving the castle grounds, we saw the King and the Princes Henry and Rory, along with the Princess Lexi, returning from their hunting trip in the King’s Woods.”

The King, walking alongside Prince Henry, waved to the dwarves as they were leaving. But neither Garrick nor Darmock waved back, simply glaring ahead as they were led to the gates by Sers William and Jackston. The King looked rather confused as he met the Queen at the castle gates.

“Mommy! Guess what, guess what???” cried the ginger-haired Prince Rory, running up to hug his mother, “I got a deer! My first ever deer!!!”

Princess Lexi laughed. “More like you missed hitting it with an arrow, hit a tree instead, making a branch fall and scaring the deer so it fell off a cliff.”

“Hey, don’t spoil it!” pouted Rory, as Henry and the King laughed.

“Stop bickering, you two,” said the King, “They’ve been like this the whole time,” he sighed, and Henry nodded, glancing over at Ser William.

“Excuse me, Ser William!” called Prince Henry, striding over to where the two guards were escorting the dwarves from the palace, “I need you to see me to my chambers,” he said, “I’m very tired after hunting, and I may need some… careful attention.” He winked as he whispered the last part.

“Very well, Your Grace,” said Ser William, “Ser Jackston, I trust you can see these fine dwarves to the gates by yourself.”

“Of course,” replied Ser Jackston, nodding, as Ser William followed Prince Henry back into the castle, up to his chambers to help him… relax after the hunting trip.

“And well, that was about it,” said Garrick finally, “We headed back to the Forges, underpaid and underappreciated. Such is a dwarf’s lot. But that is why I’m heading back to the Capital, to see that we get paid fair for our hard work. It’s bad enough for me, a single man, but Darmock has his wife Jilhaad and two kids to support, it’s just not right.”

“Very nice story,” muttered Eldarion, draining his wine glass and rolling his eyes at the dwarf, “But how does it help us?”

“You know, I’m getting fed up with you, pointy ears,” growled Garrick, turning to glare at Eldarion, “Did you miss the part about the Dwarven tunnels? Much faster route than your stupid pine woods.”

“Oh yeah?” retorted Eldarion, “Well, feel free to leave any time. We didn’t ask you for your input. Now go crawl back to your precious tunnels like a good little troll.”

Garrick jumped to his feet, teeth bared as he glared down at the Elf. “HOW DARE YOU!!!” he shouted, “I’M A DWARF!!!”

“Dwarf, troll, same difference,” said Eldarion, shrugging, “Strong but stupid, and you stink the same!”

“YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE A NOBLE DWARF, LITTLE FAIRY?!?” roared Garrick, reaching for his battle axe.

“I’M NOT A FAIRY, I’M AN ELF!!!” cried Eldarion, jumping to his feet too and raising his bow.

“Hey guys, can we calm down?” called Parker, trying to get between the two of them, “No need to fight over this.”

Jupiter looked nervously from Garrick to Eldarion and back again, then at Parker. He drank the last of his cocktail and waved the wench over to order another, just as Parker got pushed out of the way as the other two squared up against each other.

A few moments later, the serving wench returned with Jupiter’s drink. As she placed it on the table, she leaned in close to Parker, whispering in his ear as her hand ran down his chest, over his abs and groped at his crotch, feeling his cock grow hard as she hissed, “Never mind the drinks, come with me and I’ll give you something to take your mind off all this fighting.”

The serving wench pulled Parker into the back rooms of the tavern as she bashed her lips to his and he eagerly kissed her back. “I can’t believe this is happening… what’s your name?” Parker asked, as he lifted his arms so she could remove his shirt more easily. 

She smirked. “My name doesn’t matter, it can be whatever you want it to be, sexy,” she purred, rubbing Parker’s sweaty, chiseled abs.

Parker smirked too as he ripped her dress off and buried his face in her tits before going to town on her busty breasts.

She let out a loud moan. “Oh yes, my lord!!!” she gasped as Parker lifted her up, tossing her into the nearby bed before ripping her corset and undergarments off, leaving her nude. Parker smirked as he used his middle finger to penetrate her wet, throbbing pussy. 

Parker moaned. “Damn girl, you are so wet for me… wetter than that bitch Cassandra ever was,” he muttered, smacking her ass and finger-fucking her while sucking on her titties. 

The wench let out moans of sheer pleasure as Parker did his thing on her body. She smirked; holding onto her necklace to make sure Parker didn’t remove it, she said, “It’s time for me to please you, my lord.” Pushing Parker down onto the bed, she made quick work of his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. She licked her lips and then began to deepthroat Parker’s entire cock with ease. 

Parker let out a loud moan. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!” Then he cried, “Ow! Be careful, bitch!!!” responding to her biting down on him with rather sharp teeth. 

The wench blushed. “Apologies, my lord,” she said in a sweet voice, “I got carried away.” 

Parker shook his head and shrugged. “It’s whatever, back to it,” he said, grabbing her by the hair, shoving her mouth back down onto his cock and face-fucking her as hard as he could. “Yeah, that’s it, suck it nice and smooth, no biting!” 

The wench sucked his cock for a good thirty to forty minutes, before climbing onto him. Lining up his cock with her throbbing pussy, she eagerly started to ride him.

Parker smirked and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her further down; as his cock was enveloped in its first ever vagina, he began to fuck her as hard as he could. “That’s it, take my cock!” he moaned, “Take it the way Cassie never could! FUCKING TAKE IT!!!” He smacked her ass hard, before pulling her in close and making out with her as he continued to fuck her. 

Meanwhile, back out in the tavern, the fight was still brewing. Eldarion had leaped up onto the table; aiming his arrow right at Garrick, he fired. “DIE, YOU FILTHY VERMIN!” the Elf cried. 

Garrick screamed as the arrow pierced his shoulder. “IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, YOU POINTY-EARED FREAK?!?” Garrick roared, as he ripped the arrow out of his shoulder. He licked his own blood off the arrow before snapping it and charging at Eldarion with his battle axe. 

Jupiter was doing his best to ignore this whole fight, sipping away on his third piña colada. “I’m gonna need more coconut to get through this bullshit!” he groaned, downing his drink and calling across to the long-haired blonde barkeep for another. As he drank it down, he looked around for Parker, his eyes a little unfocused. “I’m gonna do it!” he announced suddenly, to no one in particular, “I’m gonna go kiss him, and he’s gonna kiss me back, and we are gonna have SEX!!!” Jupiter stood up confidently, albeit a little unsteadily, just as Garrick tackled Eldarion to the ground. 

“MWAHAHA!!! I HAVE BESTED YOU, YOU POINTY-EARED DEMON!” Garrick cackled, laughing his ass off. 

Eldarion struggled for a moment, the two of them rolling under the table as Jupiter stepped over them, before smirking. “That’s what you think… half-breed!” Eldarion hissed, as he reached for Garrick’s neck and pinched down hard. 

Garrick tensed up. “WHAT MAGIC IS THIS?!?” he cried in surprise.

Eldarion laughed. “The Elven nerve pincher!” he said proudly, “Renders all opponents paralyzed until released!” Eldarion smirked, shoving the dwarf off of him and enjoying his moment of triumph before releasing him. 

Garrick gasped for air and regained his composure. “I’ve never been beaten in a battle before,” Garrick panted, picking up his axe and glaring at Eldarion, “You nimble pointy ears may have your tricks when it comes to combat, but you will never best me in a much more important battle.” Garrick turned to the bar and called, “Oi, barkeep, a round for me and the pointy-eared demon” 

Taylor the barkeep smiled as he poured out two big steins of beer for Eldarion and Garrick. “Friendly reminder that the bar is separate from the room and board paid with my older brother earlier when you checked in,” he said, as he set the beers down on the bar. 

Garrick grunted, “Whatever!” He grabbed the big stein of beer and chugged it down in one swoop. “BEAT THAT, PRETTY BOY!” 

Eldarion smirked. “Big mistake, dwarf!” Eldarion grabbed the other beer and easily downed it. “Elven metabolisms are much stronger than that of simple creatures such as yourself,” he scoffed, “I could drink one hundred cups of this vile sludge before showing even the slightest sign of intoxication!” 

Garrick huffed angrily. “Is that a challenge, pretty boy?” 

Eldarion nodded. “I suppose it is, dwarf!” And with that, the drinking competition began. 

Jupiter stumbled a bit as he made his way into the back area of the inn, where the staff sleeping quarters were. “You got this, Jupiter,” he told himself, “He’s got to be into you after all this time, he has to be!!!” Jupiter turned the handle of the door and then stood frozen in the door, his eyes wide at the sight that greeted him. 

Parker was butt-naked on the bed, fucking the serving wench as hard as he could. “OH YES, YOUR PUSS IS SO TIGHT!!!” he shouted, smacking her ass and fucking her even harder. 

Jupiter stood paralyzed for what felt like an eternity, even if it was only a moment, before he closed the door and collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest. His eyes burned with tears as he could feel his heart being broken. “He’s… he’s straight!” he croaked, “I was such an idiot!” Jupiter stood up and started bashing his head against the wall, muttering, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” before running out of the inn, bawling his heart out, running right past Eldarion and Garrick, who were both too focused on their drinking competition to notice him. 

Garrick swayed on the spot as struggled to finish his beer. “How… are… y…youz… stillz… swober… you panty-leard weak?!?” the dwarf asked, slurring his words hard.

Eldarion smirked as he finished his next beer with ease. “Never challenge an Elf, Dwarf! You will always lose!” 

Garrick huffed. “LARWEEP, ANOTHER!!!” Garrick slurred, shaking as he grabbed another beer and struggling to down it. He was barely able to even raise the stein but damnit he was determined to beat his Elven rival. 

Taylor smiled as he happily poured another round. “Keep drinking dwarf,” he said, “For that is more money in my pocket!” 

Back in the room, Parker groaned as he felt the wench’s pussy clench around his throbbing cock in just the right way; at last, it sent him over the edge and he shot his load deep in her pussy. “HOLY SHIT!!!” he exclaimed, crashing down onto the bed next to her, “That was phenomenal,” Parker panted, struggling to catch his breath. 

The wench smiled as she traced her fingers along Parker’s sweat-drenched abs and pecs. “And that was just round one, my lord!” she purred with a devilish grin on her face. 

Parker smirked as he pulled her into a heated kiss. They made out until Parker’s stamina recovered and they got into round two of seven that night. 

The Next Morning 

Parker yawned as he opened his eyes, still exhausted after his seven rounds of sex with the unnamed wench the night before. Sitting up, Parker looked down and noticed he had a nice morning wood. “Hey sexy, want to help me out?” Parker said with a smirk, turning over and tapping his lover’s shoulder. But then he pulled back in disgust. “Ew, why are you all slimy and green?” he asked, looking at her. 

She turned over and Parker stared in horror: SHE WAS AN ORC! “Sure, sexy! I’ll help you with that morning wood.” 

Parker jumped out of the bed at once, butt-naked and freaking out. “What the fuck is going on here?!?” he cried “You… you have been cursed, this is Sharkub or something, you can’t be an Orc!!!” he said desperately, his brain curling in on itself at the thought of what they had done all last night.

The Orc smirked as she grabbed her necklace off the bedside table and put it back on. At once, her disgusting slimy orcish form transformed into her human wench form. “I know you want this version of me,” she purred, before ripping off the necklace and turning back into an Orc, “BUT THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT’S GONNA GET, PARKY!!!” She let out an Orcish squeal and jumped on him, tackling him to the ground. 

Parker held the Orcish wench back, almost gagging as he said, “I fucked an Orc… I fucked an Orc seven times.” He turned to glare at her. “You stole my virginity from me, bitch!” Parker said angrily, tossing her off of him. 

She smirked. “I have my orders from Sharkub to kill you,” she said, “The plan was to slit your throat while you sleep. But you wore me down and I slept in. But now…” She pulled out an evil-looking Orcish dagger, “I’m awake and I will not fail my master!!!” she cackled, charging at Parker. 

Parker dodged her. Running to his clothing pile, he drew his sword and swung the dragonsteel blade at the wench, removing her head in one fell swoop.

“FUCK!!!” he cried, as the wench’s body toppled to the ground, lifeless.

Parker stood there in silence for a long moment, his mind reeling as he thought about what had happened the night before. He gagged. “I fucked an orc… seven times.” He ran over to the corner of the room and lost his lunch all over the floor. 

Back in the bar at the table, Eldarion was roaring with laughter. “I never knew dwarves could be so funny!” he exclaimed, “I just thought you were all filthy cave dwellers!”

Garrick chuckled. “There is so much more to us than meets the eye, pointy ears,” he said gruffly, “I must say, of all the elves I have met, you are the only one who I have ever liked.” 

Eldarion smiled. “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He extended his hand and Garrick shook it for a moment, staring at his new friend. Eldarion broke the shake and smirked, “I still beat you in both combat and drinking, though!” 

Garrick huffed. “Don’t get too cocky, pointy ears. I won’t let that shit stand! There will be more chances for me to best you on our journey to Dragonsnest.”

Eldarion nodded. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for us to try those dwarven tunnels you were speaking of,” he said smiling. 

“Atta pointy ears!” Garrick said happily, “This will for sure cut our journey down by several days!!” 

As the two new friends finished their drinks, Zac the barkeep approached the table. “Glad to see you guys awake,” he said, smiling, “My older brother, the bartender from last night, left this for you.” He slid them a bill.

Eldarion’s eyes widened as he looked down at it. “Oh gods, that’s a big number!”

Garrick laughed. “Allow me, pointy ears. Elves and their tight pock… WHAT THE FUCK KINDA NUMBER IS THAT?!?”

Zac smiled. “Your bill,” he said, “Taylor was very happy, he said you two gave us our best night in years… oh, and don’t forget a tip… have an MMMBopping day,” Zac said, winking before leaving. 

Eldarion sighed. “Well my friend, fifty-fifty?” he suggested. 

Garrick scoffed. “Aren’t you supposed to be rich, pointy ears, you pay it!”

“I am a prince, yes,” said Eldarion, “But all my money has been cut off by my outraged father, following an incident involving my nephew and orcs!” he said, flustered.

Garrick scoffed. “Well I guess we can add the tavern fee onto the bill to the Crown and we shall return and pay our tab!” 

At that moment, Parker emerged from the backroom, still very shocked and shaken from the night before and his battle this morning. 

Garrick smirked as he saw him. “My friend!” he cried, “How was it? Tell me how great the sex was, in graphic detail!!!” 

Parker shook his head, still a little green and feeling sick. “I… I fucked an Orc…” he said weakly, “I fucked an Orc seven times.” 

Eldarion and Garrick just looked at each other and then at Parker before both burst out laughing at the same time. 

Parker slammed his fist down. “OKAY, I GET IT!” he muttered, before looking around and frowning, “Wait, where is Jupiter?” 

Eldarion and Garrick stopped laughing and looked at each other, confused. “Uhh… we may have been too busy having a drinking contest to notice,” Eldarion admitted bashfully. 

Parker slammed his fist on the table again. “WELL, THAT’S JUST FUCKING GREAT!!!” he cried. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out his talisman. “Hopefully, Æthelwulf is more help then you lot!” He held the talisman tight and said, “Calling Æthelwulf!” 

Within moments, the ghostly image of Æthelwulf appeared in the air, floating over the talisman. “My young friend, how goes the quest?” he asked.

“Not great, Æthelwulf… not great at all,” sighed Parker, “Jupiter has disappeared somewhere, and these two clowns were too busy drinking to notice anything,” Parker muttered, glaring at Eldarion and Garrick, who both grimaced apologetically. 

Æthelwulf nodded. “I see. I can feel that he is still close to you…” he said thoughtfully, after a moment, “But he is approaching a dangerous situation.”

Parker gulped, his eyes widening. “Æthelwulf, what kind of danger?” he demanded, “Where is he? How can we help him?!?” 

Æthelwulf shook his head, frowning. “I cannot say,” he sighed, “But I can do this.” Æthelwulf waved his hand and the talisman glowed briefly silver. “The talisman is now enhanced with a locator spell; as you get closer to Jupiter, the talisman will glow brighter and brighter! Godspeed, Parker Green, I fear young Jupiter is about to bite off more than he can chew,” Æthelwulf said ominously as his image vanished. 

Parker nodded, jumping to his feet. “Eldarion, Garrick, ready yourselves, we have a Jupiter to locate!” he announced. He swung his satchel over his shoulder as he, Eldarion and Garrick gathered their belongings and set out to track Jupiter’s trail. 

The previous night

Jupiter ran out of the inn, tears streaming down his face as he burst out into the rainy village square. He barely noticed though, his eyes still burning with tears and with the image he had just seen, of Parker – his Parker – butt naked and thrusting into the busty serving wench.

“STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!” Jupiter snapped at himself, “SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE WOULD BE STRAIGHT, WHAT A FUCKING LOSER I AM!” He punched a tree in his anger, but far from helping, his hand just hurt now as well as his heart.

Sighing, Jupiter turned to look back at the warm, glowing lights of the inn, trying not to think about what Parker was doing inside… He just felt betrayed, hurt; even though he knew in his heart that Parker hadn’t actually done anything wrong, and didn’t mean to hurt him. Still, all this time, he’d hoped, dared to dream that one day, Parker would see him the way Jupiter saw Parker.

“BUT STUPID, STUPID JUPE!” he muttered to himself, wiping tears away from his eyes again as the pain stabbed him in the gut once more. “Of course Parker wasn’t into me, why would he be? All this time by his side, I’ve just been his friend, his loyal sidekick. Stupid Parker with his perfect hair and perfect face and perfect abs… Did he ever even realize he had a willing slave for his love right here?” Jupiter thought back to what he’d seen in the back room of the inn, “That any time he wanted, I’d have done what that stupid wench did for him, and more!”

Jupiter spat bitterly on the ground as he turned away from the inn at last and trudged off across the village square. Sighing, he thought he might as well just head back to Williamsburg, to become the baker he was always destined to be. “Parker will be fine, he clearly doesn’t need me,” he told himself miserably, “The elf and the dwarf can help him… if they don’t kill each other first.”

With that cheerful thought in his head, Jupiter trudged off sadly down the road out of the village. He didn’t even look back towards the Hunter’s Rest again, even as his brain gave him the image of a half-naked Parker running out into the street and calling his name, begging him to come back.

Jupiter walked a short way from the village when he reached a stone bridge over the Western River. He was debating whether he should cross over or stay on this side, when he heard a cry from somewhere nearby. He squinted through the dark, the rain clouding his vision in the pale moonlight.

He heard the cry again, coming from the direction of the bridge. “Help me!” It sounded like a boy’s voice, a boy slightly younger than Jupiter. He peered through the dark as the voice cried out again in panic, “HELP ME, I’M FALLING!!!”

Finally, Jupiter saw who was calling for help. Someone was clinging on desperately to the edge of the bridge, hands holding onto the stone for dear life. But the hands were slipping, and the dark, merciless water of the river churned twenty feet below.

Jupiter dropped his satchel and ran over to him. Dropping to his knees, he reached out and grabbed the boy’s hand. “I’ve got you! Come on!” With a huge effort, he managed to heave the boy up onto the bridge. 

As the boy collapsed onto the stone beside him, panting for breath and groaning in exhaustion, Jupiter saw he was indeed just a little younger than he was. He had pale white skin, a little grubby, and a head of blonde curls. “Thanks,” he panted, smiling up at Jupiter, “You saved my life.” 

“What happened?” asked Jupiter, as he helped the boy to his feet.

“I was running from some Orcs, I slipped and fell. I thought I was done for, till you came along.”

Jupiter felt his blood run cold. “Orcs?!?” he cried, “Wait, did they go toward the village?” He glanced back, thinking of Parker and the others.

But the boy shook his head. “No, they went the other way, heading towards the Western Woods.” Jupiter felt a sense of relief, and then the boy smiled. “But you should come with me,” he said.

Jupiter hesitated. “I don’t know, I was heading…” He gestured vaguely down the road in the direction of Williamsburg.

“Please,” said the boy, looking up at Jupiter with wide blue eyes, “I owe you. My camp is only a little way off, and you look like you could use some food and a warm bed for the night.”

Jupiter yawned. “Well that does sound good…” he admitted, just as his tummy rumbled again, proving a point. “Go on then,” he said, picking up his satchel and swinging it over his shoulder.

The boy beamed at him. “Great! Come on then, it’s just this way, across the bridge and down by the foot of the mountain. I’m sure everyone will be very glad to meet you. Name’s Shane, by the way, what's yours?” the blonde boy asked.

“Jupiter.” He said weakly still distraught over Parker. 

The night was too dark and Jupiter was too tired to notice the evil smirk that crossed Shane’s… no, the evil General Sharkub’s face as he led the unwitting baker boy away into the night, even as back in Hanson, Parker continued going at it with the serving wench, while the elf and dwarf were knocking six bells out of each other.

By the time the sun rose the following morning and they realized Jupiter had disappeared, would it be too late for them to save their curly-haired friend? Only time would tell…

The Epic Quest of Parker Green: The Journey to Dragonsnest

 Episode 3: “The Dwarf, The Wench and The Tavern” 

Starring:

 Parker Bates as Parker Green

Noah Jupe as James “Jupiter” Baker 

Nolen Dubuc as Prince Eldarion Moonbryn 

Malachi Barton as Garrick Stonewater 

Preston Oliver as Prince Henry Dragonsbane 

Maxwell Jenkins as Ser William Sutherland 

Walker Scobell as General Sharkub of the Orcs

Landon Gordon as Prince Rory Dragonsbane 

Madeleine McGraw as Princess Alexandra “Lexi” Dragonsbane 

Kaz Womack as Prince Timothy “Timmy” Dragonsbane 

Karen Gillian as Queen Ariana Dragonsbane 

Zackary Arthur as Ser Jackston Wilson
Miguel Cazrez Mora as Darmock Stonewater 

Leena Scobell as The Wench 

With 

Chris Hemsworth as King Lucas V

And 

Matt Lintz as Æthelwulf the Wise

Special Guest Starring:

Isaac Hanson as Isaac the Innkeeper

Taylor Hanson as Taylor the Barkeep 

And 

Zac Hanson as Zac the Barkeep

Chapter Text

“My Lords, ladies and gentlemen,” called the King from the high table, “If I could beg all of your attention for a few moments!”

It took a while for the excited chatter in the Great Hall to die down. All of the noble families from across the Kingdom had been invited to Dragonsnest for this royal banquet hosted by King Lucas, and there had been much discussion and gossiping about the reason for the event. The King had promised a big announcement, and all were eager to find out what it would be.

Next to the King at the high table sat Queen Ariana, looking calm and collected, her head turned ever so slightly towards the King. Along from them sat the Princes; Timmy looked bored and a little uncomfortable, fiddling with the collar of his dress shirt, while Rory and Henry sat up straight and proper in their seats, their jackets and shirts immaculate, though neither was smiling. Princess Lexi scowled down at her plate, her shoulders hunched in the flowing pink dress she had been forced to wear for the occasion.

Once all the talking had stopped and all eyes were on the high table, the King smiled around at the assembled crowd. “It gives me great pleasure to announce to you all the glorious betrothal of my eldest son Prince Henry to the beautiful Lady Savannah Hardgrove!”

There was much cheering and clapping from the assembled guests at this announcement. At a nudge from his mother, Prince Henry got to his feet and bowed to the crowd, managing a small, stiff smile before sitting back down again, glancing over at Ser William as he did so. The knight sighed and gave Henry a small, sympathetic smile.

“And furthermore,” called the King, as the applause died down, “I am also delighted to announce the betrothal of my only daughter, the Princess Alexandra, to the honorable Lord Carson Hardgrove Jr.” 

There was a smaller amount of cheering and applause to this announcement. Lexi looked sulky and continued to glare down at her plate, even when the Queen cleared her throat pointedly. “Stand up and curtsey now, young lady!” Ariana hissed.

Princess Lexi huffed, but stood up and gave the crowd a stiff bow, and an even stiffer smile. She sat down almost immediately, and Rory put a comforting arm around her. Both of them looked thoroughly pissed off about the whole situation.

The Queen’s eyes flashed dangerously. “The two of you will pull yourselves together, smile and act proper, or I swear I will have the guards flog you both,” she whispered sharply.

Rory withdrew his arm from around Lexi’s shoulders and the pair of them gave their mother a winning smile, which faded from their faces the moment she looked away. Next to Rory, little Prince Timmy was just a little baffled by it all, and was impatiently drumming his fingers on the table by his empty plate, waiting for the food to be served.

Neither Lexi nor Henry ate more than a few bites of food during the whole banquet. Henry kept glancing over at William, who smiled reassuringly but helplessly back at him every time their eyes met. Rory ate a little more, but spent most of the banquet playing footsies with Lexi under the table in an attempt to distract her and cheer her up a little. Timmy cleared his plate twice and was calling for third helpings when Henry got to his feet.

Henry turned to his father. “May I please be excused?” he asked, “I want to go down to the training room, get some practice in.” When the King frowned, he added, “Gotta keep myself in shape for the ‘beautiful Lady Savannah’ now, haven’t I?” He flexed his arms and the King smiled.

“Very well then, my son,” he sighed, nodding. 

Without another moment’s hesitation, Henry turned and walked out of the banquet hall, not looking back and not even noticing the many disappointed eyes that followed him leaving, mostly from the other Ladies of the Kingdom.

Henry stormed down the stairs to the training room and threw open the doors with such force that one slammed against the stone wall with an echoing bang. He grabbed a sword from the rack on the wall and started taking out his frustrations on one of the training dummies.

He swung and slashed the sword against the dummy, grunting with the effort as he focused his feelings into the blade in his hands. Within a few minutes, his suit jacket and dress shirt were getting rather hot and uncomfortable, so he put down the sword for a moment and stripped them off. As he threw them aside on a bench, he noticed a half-open cupboard and spotted a blonde wig sitting there amongst a pile of other random lost items.

Laughing to himself, Henry put the wig on the dummy and picked up the sword again. “I’m sorry, Lady Savannah,” he said, smirking, “But I’m afraid I don’t want to marry you after all.” He thrust the blade into the dummy, impaling it and spilling its stuffing all over the floor.

There came a chuckle from the doorway to the training room. Looking around, Henry saw Ser William entering the room. “Anyone would think Your Grace isn’t happy about this glorious betrothal,” he said drily, grinning at the Prince.

Henry glared at Ser William. “You know I’m not,” he growled, as he pulled the sword out of the dummy and swung it over his head again, showing off his sweaty arms and torso as he did so. He saw William’s eyes rove hungrily over his body, drinking him in. 

“I know,” sighed the knight, “It sucks to be the heir sometimes, with all that’s expected of you, your duty as the future King…” He walked over to sit on the bench where the Prince had discarded his shirt and jacket and watched Henry working out.

“You’re telling me,” muttered Henry, as he slashed at the dummy with the sword again, “I’ve half a mind to just burst into the King’s chambers and announce, ‘Hey, screw this betrothal, I’m gonna marry my Kingsguard who I’ve been fucking every night anyway!’” He smirked at William as he ran the dummy through again.

William laughed, though a little bitterly. “If only. That would get you exiled, though. And my head on a spike.” He sighed, and so did Henry. “But I can think of one way to take your mind off things, Your Grace,” he said, getting to his feet and walking over to Henry. He moved in close, running his fingers along the Prince’s arms and down his sweaty chest. “And give you something to do with your… other sword,” he added, grabbing Henry’s royal package through his dress pants.

“Mmm, I like the way you think, Ser William,” said Henry softly, dropping the sword and pulling the knight into a close embrace.

“Thought you might…” William smirked, feeling Henry getting hard already, before leaning to kiss him and then whispering in his ear, “Oh, and feel free to be just as rough on my ass as you were on that dummy.”

Henry smirked. “You know I will,” he purred in William’s ear, before kissing him again and leading him from the training room.

The pair of them headed up the castle stairway to the Prince’s chambers. Passing the West Tower, they could hear Princess Lexi screaming at her handmaidens.

“Ooop,” chuckled William, “Seems you’re not the only one that’s not happy, Your Grace. Guess she wasn’t impressed with the little blonde Lord.”

Indeed, she was not. Princess Lexi was pacing her bedroom in a temper, her makeup smudged from tears and her dress half-undone, as two of her handmaidens tried desperately to calm her down.

“THIS IS STUPID!!!” she screamed, “I’M NOT MARRYING THAT CREEPY LITTLE LORD!” Lexi threw herself down on the bed and glared out of the window, down towards the Great Hall, where many guests were still mingling and partying. “What does it matter who I marry, anyway?” she muttered, “I’m never gonna be Queen… they can’t make me!”

One of her handmaidens came over to brush Lexi’s hair gently. “My Lady,” she said soothingly, “It’s not all bad. Lord Carson Jr. is very wealthy…”

But Lexi just glared at her and grabbed the hairbrush. “I DON’T CARE!!!” she screamed, yeeting the hairbrush out of the castle window, “I DON’T CARE IF HE’S THE RICHEST MAN IN THE ENTIRE KINGDOM, I STILL WON’T MARRY HIM!!!” She wiped away some tears and sniffed. “I could never love him,” she muttered, “I just wanna marry R—someone I love!!!”

“But, my Lady,” said the other handmaiden, tentatively.

But Lexi had had enough. She jumped to her feet and screamed at them both, “GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!”

They both hastily bowed to her and left the room as quickly as they could without running. Just as the door swung closed behind them, Prince Rory sidled in, smirking a little as he came over to Lexi.

“You just wanna marry… Rory?” he said, smirking at her, “Is that what you were gonna say?”

Lexi glared at him, though there was a softness in her eyes at the same time as she looked at her twin brother. “Shut up!” she snapped, “In your dreams.”

Rory nodded, still smirking. “Every night, sis.” But then he saw the tears in her eyes again and reached out to embrace her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, my love,” he whispered softly, as she cried into his shoulder.

He kept holding her for a long few moments, till she stopped crying and pulled back to smile weakly at him. “You know it's rude to eavesdrop,” she said, and they both laughed. Then Lexi leaned in to kiss Rory, who kissed her back, softly but passionately.

“I know what will cheer you up,” Rory whispered, as he led her over to the bed, “Rory’s here, baby.” He kissed her again before standing over her as she lay back on the bed.

Lexi let him pull up her dress and slip her panties down. “Oooh, I like when you take charge for a change,” she said, as Rory threw her panties aside onto the bed.

Rory smirked at her, then spread Lexi’s legs and dived in between them, burying his face in her pussy and starting to eat her out. He went slow at first, and she moaned softly, watching his ginger hair bobbing up and down below the pink frills of her dress.

“Oh Rory,” she moaned, as he started eating her pussy more passionately, his well-trained tongue hitting all the right spots inside her. Lexi stroked her hair and moaned as he got even more into it, going deeper and a little faster, holding onto her legs as his face was buried between them.

Before long, Lexi’s legs had turned to jelly, and she forgot what she’d even been so mad about. It surely didn’t matter anyway, all that mattered was the amazing feelings that Rory, her brother, her lover, was giving her, pleasuring her in a way she was sure no other man ever would be able to. 

Grabbing his hair, Lexi pushed Rory’s head down; he almost suffocated but he didn’t even care. All he wanted was to make his sister, his lover, feel good And judging by the frantic, passionate and panting noises Lexi was making, it was working.

“Oh Rory baby, oh fuckkk, oh don’t stop!!!” she cried out, almost crushing his head between her thighs as her whole body tensed with pleasure.

Rory didn’t; he kept going, even though he could barely breathe, till Lexi was panting harder than ever and almost screaming again, only this time with pleasure. 

“FUCK, FUCKKK, FUUUUUUCKKK!!!” she cried out, “RORY BABY, OH MY GODSSSSSS!!!” Lexi grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it to muffle her screams as she orgasmed, squirting all over Rory’s face. He lapped up her juices hungrily, continuing to pleasure her with his tongue till her body relaxed again.

Rory moved up the bed to make out with her, sharing the taste of her nectar between them. They embraced each other laying on the bed, each so lost in the other and caught up in the moment that neither of them heard the noises coming from downstairs, in the Prince’s chambers.

Ser William was butt-naked, his armor and uniform thrown carelessly to the bedroom floor, as he lay on the Prince’s bed, with Henry pounding his ass. “OH YESSS, MY PRINCE, OH FUCK YESSSSSS!!!” moaned the knight, as Prince Henry thrust into him hard and fast, even more so than he had done with his sword on the dummy earlier.

“Mmm yeah,” grunted Henry, “You were right, this is just what I needed to relieve my frustration.” He pulled William into a passionate kiss, making out with him as he pounded his ass.

The Prince continued to plow Ser William’s ass, getting all of his anger and frustration out as he did so. His mind was far away now from thinking of the Lady Savannah and his impending nuptials, all he cared about was the hot, tight hole and soft, warm lips of his lover, his bodyguard and his protector, who moaned and sighed in pleasure as the Prince’s sword slammed into him and they made out in a sweaty embrace.

“Alright, get over here,” growled Henry a while later, grabbing William roughly by the hair and dragging him over to the window. He bent the knight over the window ledge and slammed into him again, making William cry out and groan.

“If anyone is looking up, your Grace…” mumbled William in between moans, glancing around the courtyards below the window.

“They won’t be,” said Henry, shrugging. He couldn’t deny it gave him something of a thrill, though, fucking his secret lover while looking down at the Kingdom that would one day be his, knowing that if anyone was to turn their eyes to this side of the castle, they might be caught out. He was fairly sure all the guests would still be in the Great Hall, however, enjoying the banquet and toasting his name as an excuse to fill up on free booze. “And I told you before,” he growled, slamming in even harder and grabbing William by the throat, choking him out a little, “To call me…”

“DA-DADDY!!!” moaned William. And with that, he shot his load all down the stone wall, his eyes rolling back in his head as he panted for breath.

Moments later, Henry shot too, busting his load deep inside William’s ass, which clenched around him as the knight reached his orgasm. After thrusting a few more times, the pair of them collapsed onto the Prince’s bed in a sticky, sweaty embrace.

Just as, up in the tower, Rory and Lexi were making out on Lexi’s bed. Rory had stripped off his jacket and shirt, and Lexi had let him pull down her dress a little so he could play with her boobs as they kissed. Rory moaned softly as Lexi started kissing down his bare chest and over his abs, teasing his nipples and his belly button with her tongue as she went.

“Mmm, I think this deserves a bit of attention too,” she breathed, as she groped his pants and felt his rock-hard ginger rod. Rolling him onto his back, she pulled down Rory’s pants and underwear to free his throbbing cock. Flicking out her tongue, she licked a glob of precum from the tip before taking the whole thing in her mouth.

Rory moaned in pleasure. “Ohhh yeah! Oh, I love you, sis,” he sighed, as she went down on him, deepthroating his six inches with ease. He continued to fondle her round boobs as she played with his balls.

“I know you do,” Lexi said, pulling off briefly and licking Rory’s ginger shaft, “And I love you too, my Rory.” She went down on him again, sucking hungrily till she felt him shudder and moan, busting his load into her waiting mouth.

Lexi lapped up her brother’s cum, then moved back up the bed to make out with him again, sharing his load with him. The two of them snuggled down together again, kissing and cuddling in the bed.

Just as, down in the Prince’s chamber, Henry and William cuddled up too, all of them trying their best to hold on to a brief but happy moment where they didn’t have to worry about unwanted betrothals or unwanted future spouses, just the warmth of the lover in their arms.

Meanwhile, just outside of Hanson

Jupiter was walking alongside “Shane” into the foothills of the mountain towards the camp. The young baker boy was still blissfully unaware of the true identity of the boy who he had “saved” from the Orcs, and to the danger that he was now unwittingly walking into.

Shane seemed friendly enough, thought Jupiter, and he really could do with some rest and food. All the same, though, a part of him felt bad about leaving like this, about abandoning Parker and the others… Not that Parker would even notice he’d gone, he thought bitterly, he was too busy fucking that stupid serving wench, that slutty, cheap, lucky bitch.

Despite himself, Jupiter couldn’t help but look back at the glimmering lights of Hanson, fading into the distance as he and Shane walked through the foothills of the mountains. There was a pain in his heart, an aching, a longing that he had felt for years, for Parker, his best friend, his partner in crime, his constant companion… the love of his life.

The two of them had been friends as long as Jupiter could remember, and he’d been in love with Parker almost as long. And he’d had… other feelings… ever since one night when they were twelve…

12 Years Ago – Parker’s Bedroom, back in Williamsburg

Jupiter couldn’t even remember what he’d said to make Parker wrestle him playfully onto the bed. All he knew was he suddenly found himself pinned down by his friend, Parker’s knees either side of his bare chest as he smirked down at Jupiter, straddling him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!” laughed Jupiter, even though he was not really complaining about his hot best friend pinning him down.

Parker smirked. “Too late for that, Jupe,” he laughed, “You’re in for it now.”

It was approaching midnight, the sky over Williamsburg inky black and dotted with stars outside Parker’s window. The two friends were having one of their regular sleepovers – in fact, it was so regular that each of them spent as much time sleeping at the other’s house as their own. It was a very warm night, and both of them were clad only in their underwear. 

Jupiter let his friend pin him for a few moments, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as his half-naked friend straddled him. He tried to control his breathing as Parker smirked down at him. But then he felt something else… rather lower down… throbbing, and hastily wrestled his way back up before Parker could notice anything.

“Hah, who’s in for it now?” he said triumphantly, as he managed to pin Parker down in turn. But this only lasted briefly before a smirking Parker managed to flip Jupiter over again.

“Still you, Jupe!” he laughed.

After a while, they finally got tired of wrestling. Parker flopped down on the bed beside Jupiter, both of them rather sweaty and breathing hard. And that wasn’t all that was hard… though Jupiter did his best to hide it, still not entirely sure why it was happening and feeling a bit awkward.

“Hey, Jupe, I wanna show you something…” said Parker, sounding a little breathless.

Jupiter looked curiously up at him, his heart skipping a beat at the mischievous look on Parker’s face. But then Parker reached over to his nightstand and pulled out an old book. He tried not to sound too disappointed as he asked, “What’s that?”

Parker gave him a cheeky grin. “Borrowed this from Æthelwulf,” he said, opening it and flicking through the pages, “It’s got some… secrets in it.”

Jupiter leaned in to look at the book too, his curiosity piqued. “Ooh, magic secrets?” he asked.

“Kind of…” Parker smirked. “But not like spells and stuff…” He found the page he was looking for and lay the book on the bed between them. “Look at this.”

Jupiter’s eyes widened as he stared at the page Parker had opened the book too. His heart skipped a beat, and something else throbbed. Why would Parker be showing him drawings of naked boys?!? Was he…

“See what they’re doing?” asked Parker, smirking as he pointed out the diagrams on the page. 

Jupiter didn’t dare meet Parker’s eyes. His mouth felt very dry as he mumbled, “They’re… uhhh… playing with their pee-pees?”

Parker snorted with laughter. “Pee-pees?!? Come on, dude, what are you, nine? It’s called a dick.”

Jupiter blushed, shuffling a little awkwardly and avoiding looking directly at Parker’s face, while also trying to resist looking… somewhere else.

“Don’t be shy,” said Parker, grinning, “We both have them. And yours looks pretty big,” he added unexpectedly, glancing down and eyeing Jupiter’s bulge.

Jupiter felt his heart skip another beat… what had gotten into Parker tonight? Did he have any idea the effect he was having on the young baker’s son? Was he, Jupiter, having a similar effect on Parker, he wondered. He felt like he had permission to look at his friend’s bulge in turn now. It was smaller than Jupiter’s, he noticed, although perhaps that was just because he hadn’t got as… excited from the wrestling.

Parker smirked, glancing down at the book again. “Come on, let’s try it!” he said suddenly. And to Jupiter’s shock, he made to strip off his underwear.

“What, now?” yelped Jupiter, hastily looking away from Parker’s crotch and staring wide-eyed at his mischievous face.

Parker shrugged, still smirking. “Why not?” he said, “It looks like fun, don’t it? And we’re best friends, we should learn about this stuff together.”

Jupiter hesitated, hardly daring to believe what Parker was suggesting, even as his eyes drifted down to wear his friend’s underwear was halfway off, the base of Parker’s hairless cock already visible. He swallowed hard and then thought, fuck it! “Okay,” he said simply.

Parker grinned as he pulled his underwear all the way down and then waited for Jupiter to do the same. Fumbling with his waistband a little, Jupiter slipped his undies off and the two of them lay, a little awkwardly, next to each other on the bed, both completely naked now.

Jupiter had been right; Parker wasn’t fully hard yet. He had a semi though, and from what it looked like, he wasn’t much smaller than Jupiter, who was still fully hard, but definitely slimmer. “So, we just… uh… rub them?” asked Jupiter, his mouth a little dry. He felt he should stop staring at Parker’s pee-pee… no, his cock… but he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Parker didn’t seem to mind. He was still smirking as he nodded. “Yeah, that’s what the book says,” he said, “It says it will feel amazing!” He sounded a little breathless.

Jupiter swallowed. “Okay then,” he said. He forced himself to look up at Parker’s face, smiling bashfully; Parker smirked back. They both hesitated for a moment, then each grabbed their own dick and started to rub the shaft slowly. “Ooh yeah,” sighed Jupiter, “That does feel kinda nice.”

“Just wait,” said Parker, “The book says it gets wayyy better...”

Jupiter kinda doubted that, but he kept going anyway. It was already one of the best feelings he’d ever had in his twelve years of life. How had this source of pleasure just been hanging between his legs all this time and he’d never made use of it before? Glancing over, Jupiter noticed that Parker was now fully hard too; his cock was slightly longer than Jupiter’s, though not as thick.

“Oh Cassie,” Parker moaned softly, his eyes closed as he rubbed his cock. Jupiter realized he was thinking about a girl they went to school with; he felt unexpectedly jealous, even as he couldn’t help but watch his friend pleasure himself. “Helps if you think about a hot girl,” said Parker, smirking, “Makes it… ohhh yeah… feel even better.”

Jupiter frowned. He doubted it… what even made a girl hot, anyway? That was something he’d never been able to figure out. He’d always assumed that one day the whole ‘finding girls hot’ thing would hit him, but so far no dice. And now he was rubbing his cock and all he wanted to do was to stare at Parker… his eyes tracing his friend’s beautiful naked body, taking in his perfect hair and face, down that smooth chest, to the hint of abs, all the way down to the part he’s never properly seen before…

After a while, Parker actually started moaning softly as he lay back against his pillows, rubbing a little faster. Jupiter felt rather awkward, but imitated him all the same. Then Parker’s eyes flicked open, and a cheeky grin crossed his face. “Hey,” he breathed, “Let’s help each other out a little.”

Jupiter’s heart skipped a dozen beats and his cock throbbed in his hand. “You mean…” he croaked, his mouth dry, “Touch each other’s…” He couldn’t say the word ‘cocks’.

Parker shrugged, smirking. “Yeah, why not?” he said, “Doesn’t mean we’re like, gay or anything. We’re just best friends, giving each other a helping hand. If it helps, you can close your eyes and imagine it’s a girl doing it instead of me.”

Well, I won’t be doing that, thought Jupiter. But he nodded and nervously reached out to grab Parker’s hard cock, as Parker wrapped his fingers around Jupiter’s thick shaft. Parker closed his eyes as he started to rub Jupiter off, moaning softly and mumbling, “Oh Cassie,” as Jupiter returned the favor, while keeping his eyes wide open and fixed on his friend’s dick in his hand.

Jupiter just gazed at Parker as they rubbed each other faster and harder. But then something changed. Cold tingles started erupting across Jupiter’s body and he felt a weird feeling in the base of his cock. “Parky!” he cried in a panic, “I think I’m gonna pee!!!” 

But Parker didn’t stop. As Jupiter squirmed on the bed, he felt a sudden wave of pleasure crash over him and his cock throbbed harder than ever in Parker’s grip. “What was that?!?” he panted, letting go of his friend’s dick in shock.

Parker smirked. “I think you just cummed,” he said, “According to the book, when you’re older, white stuff will come out, but it always feels amazing.”

“Oh wow,” panted Jupiter, breathing hard and sweating as he leaned back against the pillows, still watching Parker, who was now rubbing himself again.

Parker’s eyes were half-closed as he rubbed frantically. “Oh yeah, I think… Imma… cum… too!!!” he moaned. His whole body trembled like Jupiter’s had done, and a small squirt of clear, sticky liquid shot from the tip of his cock. 

Jupiter gazed in amazement at it for a moment, watching it glisten on Parker’s sweaty tummy, as his friend breathed heavily, panting as he came down from his orgasm.

“What are you staring at?” asked Parker suddenly, his eyes wide open.

“Uhhhhhh…” mumbled Jupiter, in a panic.

“I said, what are you staring at?” demanded Shane, turning to frown at Jupiter.

Jupiter suddenly snapped back to the present, realizing he’d been gazing longingly back in the direction of Hanson… back in the direction of Parker. Shane was watching him curiously, and he hastily looked away and shrugged. “Uh, nothing…” he said, “I was just thinking about… it doesn’t matter.”

Shane shrugged. “Well, we’re here now, anyway.” He gestured to a small tent and the remains of a campfire in the shelter of the trees by the mountainside. Jupiter could see more tents in the distance down in the valley. “Hmm, looks like everyone’s asleep already down there,” he said, “Oh well, I’m sure they’ll all be very pleased to… meet you in the morning. But for now, well, I could use your help with something tonight…”

“Oh, what–” Jupiter began to ask, but he was cut off when Shane pulled him into an embrace, kissing him forcefully on the lips while groping him at the same time.

“Mmm, I thought you liked me,” he purred in Jupiter’s ear as he grabbed his bulge, feeling his hard-on. As Jupiter realized he must have got hard thinking about Parker, he noticed an equally hard bulge pressing against his leg as Shane held him tight. “Gotta thank you properly for saving me,” he said with a smirk.

Shane pulled Jupiter into the tent, still pressing his lips firmly against Jupiter’s. He threw Jupiter down onto the thick straw mattress inside, before standing over him and stripping off his shirt. Jupiter couldn’t help but stare up at Shane’s beautiful body, which was slim and lean like Parker, his abs perhaps a little less defined, but still gorgeous.

As he leaned in again and resumed the kissing, Jupiter let Shane strip his shirt off too. “Mmm, I sure am lucky you came along to save me on that bridge, Jupe,” he breathed.

Jupiter felt a slight pang in his heart at Shane using the same pet name for him that Parker used, but shook it off. “I feel like I’m the lucky one,” he sighed, as Shane ran his hands down Jupiter’s bare back.

“Oh yeah?” purred Shane, “You like me kissing you?” he asked, “How about this?” He started kissing down Jupiter’s neck and across his bare chest, stopping to nibble on his prominent nipples as he went. “Mmm, so yummy, I could just eat you up.”

Jupiter sighed in pleasure, starting to get rather light-headed as Shane seduced him. “Oh yeah, don’t stop!” he moaned softly, as Shane started to kiss and lick his abs, steadily working his way down as his hands teased Jupiter’s nipples more.

Shane smirked as he started to unbutton Jupiter’s pants. Pulling them down, he saw by the bulge in his underwear that Jupiter was rock hard. “Ooh, you are excited, aren’t you?” he said, before pulling out Jupiter’s cock and licking the length of the thick, hard eight-inch shaft.

Jupiter closed his eyes and sighed deeply as Shane swallowed the head of his cock while cupping and squeezing his heavy balls. Laying his head back and moaning, he thought to himself, this is crazy, I hardly even know this boy… but then he thought of Parker, just having it away with some wench, and a reckless energy came over him. He moaned deeper and louder as the head of his thick cock hit the back of Shane’s throat.

Shane pulled off of Jupiter’s cock and tugged his pants and underwear down completely. “Get your legs up,” he instructed, and Jupiter did so, “Damn, what a tasty looking peach,” breathed Shane, before spreading Jupiter’s cheeks and diving in with his tongue.

Jupiter moaned and shivered as a whole new wave of sensations crashed over him. Shane’s tongue, hot and wet and eager, slipped between his plump ass cheeks and probed at his most private area. He almost hyperventilated, panting with pleasure as Shane ate him out hungrily.

“Oh, no one’s ever done that before?” guessed Shane, smirking at the squirming mess he had made of Jupiter already.

“N-nooo!” Jupiter practically squealed.

“But you like it?” asked Shane, smirking again as Jupiter nodded fervently, “Mmm, that’s a good boy.” He continued to tongue fuck Jupiter for a while, sending the curly-haired boy into a whole new world of pleasure. Then he pulled back and stood up to strip off his pants and underwear.

Jupiter gulped when he saw Shane’s hard, throbbing cock for the first time. Perhaps not quite as long as his own, and definitely not as thick, it was still quite an impressive, and intimidating, sight. And Jupiter’s spit-slicked hole suddenly felt very small and tight as he instinctively clenched his ass.

“You want it?” asked Shane in a low voice that was almost a growl. He saw the look on Jupiter’s face as he hesitated. “You nervous?” he asked, leaning in to kiss Jupiter again.

Jupiter nodded. “Yeah, it… it’s my first time. I never…”

“It’s okay,” breathed Shane gently, caressing Jupiter’s cheek, “You’ll like it. Here, how about you get it nice and wet for me.” He straddled Jupiter, putting his dick right in his face. “That’s it.”

Jupiter put his lips to Shane’s tip, hesitantly at first, then opened his mouth wider… and Shane shoved it inside, making Jupiter gag as he went ballsdeep and the head of his cock hit the boy’s throat. He quickly got used to it though, and started eagerly sucking Shane’s cock, even using his tongue to lick around the throbbing tip.

“Mmm, you sure you’ve not done this before?” asked Shane, sounding impressed. He laughed as Jupiter shook his head, unable to speak with his mouth full of cock. Shane started fucking Jupiter’s face for a while, then pulled out. “I think that’ll do. Oh yes, nice and slick.”

Shane grabbed some lube from a bag by the bed and started slicking up his cock, before applying some to Jupiter’s ass. As he lay there, panting and catching his breath, Jupiter couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Was he really gonna do this? Let some random boy take his virginity in a tent? What would Parker think if he ever found out? Oh Parker… he thought, if only it was Parker about to fuck his ass. But no, he sighed, Parker wasn’t into him, would never be into him… he was just a horny straight fuckboy after all.

“You ready?” asked Shane, shaking Jupiter out of his Parker thoughts.

Jupiter gulped, looking down at the rock-hard cock pointing towards his virgin ass. “Fuck me!” he said, throwing caution to the winds.

An evil smirk crossed Shane’s face as he lined up his dick… and rammed the whole thing into Jupiter, ballsdeep, in a single thrust. Jupiter screamed, the pain burning as his virgin hole felt like it was ripped open by the invasion. Shane muffled his screams with a kiss. “It’s okay, you’ll like it… in a minute,” he whispered. He pulled out and then thrust in again, hard and fast.

Jupiter was crying and moaning for a while as Shane continued to pound his no-longer virgin ass hard and fast. But he did find that after a while, it started to actually feel good. Shane certainly seemed to be enjoying it, grunting and groaning as he thrust and slammed into Jupiter.

“Fuck, you have an amazing ass,” he growled, “So thicc and tight, mmm!” He thrust in hard and fast, Jupiter’s balls slapping against his sweaty abs as he pounded him.

Shane pulled out and then flipped Jupiter over. He bent him over the mattress and rammed in again, choking Jupiter out as he fucked him doggy style.

Jupiter could never imagine Parker being this rough with him… but he couldn’t deny that he kinda liked it. The pain was almost nothing at this point, replaced by an indescribable pleasure and a feeling of being filled which he thought he could grow to love. Shane wasn’t talking to him much anymore, though, just grunting and groaning as he pounded his ass while choking him out.

After a while, Shane flipped Jupiter onto his back again as he continued going at him. He started to jack Jupiter’s thick cock in sync with his thrusting. Jupiter was totally lost in pleasure by now and it wasn’t long before he felt himself let go, spraying his abs and chest with his cum. His ass clenching sent Shane over the edge; he pulled out and blasted a huge load all over Jupiter’s sweaty torso.

Shane lay down next to Jupiter as he yawned, panting for breath. He was completely and utterly exhausted by now, but also very happy indeed. Sighing contentedly, he snuggled into Shane and fell asleep with his head on the blonde boy’s chest.

A couple of hours later, Jupiter awoke suddenly. He could tell he’d not been asleep for long, because the tent was still dark and there was only the sound of crickets coming from outside. But something felt… weird.

Trying to sit up, Jupiter found to his surprise that his legs were bound tightly together with rope. His arms were also bound above his head. Frowning through the dark, he could make out a figure bending over him. Something felt cold and slippery on his chest. At first, he thought it was the cum loads from earlier, but then realized… no, Shane was rubbing butter all over his body.

“Wh-what’s going on?” cried Jupiter in alarm, “What are you doing, Shane?”

Sharkub smirked. “Getting you ready to meet my fellow campers,” he said, “You’re to be the guest of honor… or should I say,” he added, as a truly evil grin spread across his boyish face, “The main course.”

Jupiter’s blood ran cold. He looked down at his naked body, glistening with butter, to Sharkub’s face, as the other boy licked his lips obscenely. “You’re gonna… eat me?” he stammered, starting to cry, “But… you… you can’t! Why would you?” Jupiter’s body started to shake as he struggled desperately to free himself from his bonds.

“Oh, but I can,” growled Sharkub, putting down the jar as he finished buttering Jupiter up literally from head to toe, “GRUNTS! COME GET HIM!” he called to someone outside the tent.

Jupiter screamed again, struggling with all his might to free himself as two huge, ugly, hulking Orcs entered the tent carrying a long pole. Laughing cruelly, they tied Jupiter to the pole and carried him from the tent, as Sharkub followed, smirking evilly.

The Orcs carried Jupiter down into the valley. Jupiter screamed as loud as he could, but no one could hear him. The other Orcs jeered and laughed as the human boy was carried into their midst, naked and glistening in the early morning light. Several of them threw salt and herbs at him, licking their lips and baring sharp, rough teeth.

Sharkub instructed the grunts to hang Jupiter over the fire, where he could be turned on the pole and slowly roasted. Jupiter screamed again at the burning heat, as the flames started licking his bare, buttered up skin.

“GOT A TASTY TREAT FOR Y’ALL TONIGHT, BOYS!!!” shouted Sharkub, to much cheering and growling, “LOOK AT THE SOFT FLESH ON THIS ONE! AND OH, IT’S SWEET!” He cackled evilly, pulling a silver dagger from his belt and running the blade along Jupiter’s side. “Who wants a piece of this juicy peach, eh?” laughed Sharkub, as Jupiter’s ass came into view while he rotated on the spit. “Or the thick sausage,” he added, when the other side came around, “Mmm, trust me, it’s yummy!” Sharkub grabbed Jupiter’s cock and gave it a squeeze, holding the knife to the base, causing Jupiter to scream in sheer terror again and sob even harder.

Meanwhile Back In Hanson

Parker, Eldarion and Garrick were walking along the road out of Hanson, calling out for Jupiter, hoping desperately that he was still close enough to hear them. 

“JUPITER! I’M SORRY, I GOT CARRIED AWAY, COME OUT BUDDY!!” Parker cried out, a dead weight of guilt in his chest as he felt responsible for this. “If I hadn’t fucked that Orc, Jupiter would be here still,” Parker said, sighing bitterly. 

Garrick patted Parker on the back and smiled ruefully. “I can’t say I blame you, dude,” he said, “I would have done the same. In fact, I did! I fucked that wench the night before. Of course, I didn’t know she was an Orc at the time,” he admitted, with a slight shudder, “And thankfully, she didn’t try to kill me the morning after. But yeah, I arrived in Hanson and was very quickly whisked into the back rooms where I fucked her… four times in one night! It would have made my father proud… if she wasn’t an Orc.” Garrick said, ending with a grimace, disgusted with himself. 

Parker smirked despite himself. “Only four? I did her seven times.” He shook his head. “But that’s not the issue right now. The issue is, clearly I hurt Jupiter’s feelings… I’m not sure why my best friend wouldn’t be happy for me…” He frowned, still puzzled by Jupiter’s reaction. “But he sure wasn’t, and now we have to find him. Eld, getting a scent, boy?” Parker asked, turning to the Elf.

Eldarion glared at him. “I’m not a bloodhound, Mister Green,” he muttered, “And kindly refrain from referring to me as a boy, for I am hundreds of years your senior!” He drew himself up proudly, “And for your information, Elves track footprints, not scent, and sadly his trail ended here. The rains have not come to this area in a week, so the dirt is hard, making tracking almost impossible… I am sorry, Parker,” Eldarion sighed.

Parker sighed, but patted Eldarion on the back. “It’s fine, my friend, you did your best.” They all stopped and looked around dejectedly for a few minutes, until Parker suddenly remembered what Æthelwulf had told him. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out the talisman and held it up. “The locator spell! It should glow when we are near him… but it doesn’t really work like a map,” Parker sighed, clinking the talisman that was not glowing at all, “Stupid thing is broken!” he cried. But at that moment, it suddenly glowed brightly and began to shake rapidly. “SON OF A BITCH!!!” cried Parker, dropping the talisman.

As it hit the ground, a magical portal appeared from within the talisman, and moments later, Æthelwulf himself emerged in all his glory. “Parker Green, I have come in your time of need, as I always said I would,” he announced. 

Beaming, Parker ran up to Æthelwulf and embraced him tightly. “Æthelwulf, thank you!” he said, “The talisman is not working… you said it would locate Jupiter, but it hasn't done that!” Parker frowned as he handed the talisman to Æthelwulf. 

Æthelwulf examined the talisman closely, frowning thoughtfully as he held it up to the light and tapped it. “Ah, I see,” he said after a long moment, “It has been tampered with, making my locator spell ineffective… My guess is it has been cursed with an Orcish blocker?” He turned to Parker “You haven’t been near any Orcs lately who could have gotten their hands on it, have you?” 

Eldarion and Garrick both smirked. “You could say that!” snickered the Dwarf. 

Parker grimaced, shaking his head. “I… uh… fucked an Orc, okay… she tricked me,” he added hastily, “I thought she was a busty bar wench, but then...” 

Æthelwulf sighed, shaking his head, a look halfway between amusement and exasperation on his freckled face. “Parker, that’s always been your biggest problem,” he said, “You stick your dick in trouble!” Turning his attention back to the talisman, he held it up and waved his hands over it. At once, it started glowing faintly. “There, I have fixed it.” He handed it to Parker, a serious expression on his face now. “I fear Jupiter’s life is in grave danger. Time is of the essence, my friends. Now, godspeed, Parker Green.” Æthelwulf said, as he waved his arms again, opening a portal.

“Then why not come with us?” Parker cried eagerly. 

But Æthelwulf shook his head. “This is your quest, Parker Green,” he sighed, “You mustn't rely on magic for everything. And I am needed back home, your mother’s condition is stable, but still dicey; if I stray too far for too long, her enchanted sleep will end and she will die.”

Parker swallowed hard and nodded. “Look after her,” he said, “We will rescue Jupiter, then make our way to the capital so we can save her, once and for all!” he said confidently. 

Æthelwulf smiled. “I am sure you will, my friend. Now, go quickly, there is not a moment more to waste!” Æthelwulf smiled once more, before stepping into the portal and vanishing into thin air. 

Parker turned to his friends, a determined look on his face. “You heard the man,” he said, “Time is of the essence! Jupiter is close, I can tell.” Parker led the group into the woods, following the talisman as it glowed brighter and brighter as they approached Jupiter’s location. 

Meanwhile at the Orc encampment  

As he felt the skin off his bare back begin to peel, Jupiter screamed, “HELP, PLEASE! SOMEONE ANYONE!!!” He couldn’t believe he was about to be roasted alive for a horde of hungry Orcs. All cuz he got upset and ran out on his friend, “PARKER!!!” he cried desperately, “PARKER!!! HELP ME!!!”

Sharkub cackled cruelly. “Hah, your little lover boy ain’t coming to save you, Jupe! No one is going to help you. It is only out of the goodness of my heart that this lot haven’t devoured you raw already… I convinced them that cooked meat is better!” He smirked, as Jupiter continued to sob. 

“I trusted you, Shane,” he cried, “I gave you everything… I gave you my innocence, my virginity!!!” Tears streamed from his eyes, hissing as they fell into the fire. “Why would you do this to me, Shane?” 

Sharkub smirked. “Because my name isn’t Shane… it’s Sharkub! MIGHTY GENERAL OF THE FIVE HUNDREDTH ORCISH FLEET, HEIR TO THE THRONE, A PRINCE AMONG ORCS!!!” 

Jupiter stared at him in shock and disbelief. “But… you're not an Orc!” he cried, “I would know, you fucked me, you fucked me in several ways! I might be a dumbass, but I think I would have noticed if you were an Orc!” 

Sharkub smacked Jupiter hard across the face. “SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” he spat, “FOOD SHOULDN’T BE SO TALKATIVE. I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE THE REST OF MY BROTHERS, BUT I AM AN ORC, RIGHT, BOYS?!?” 

The Orcish crowd all cheered Sharkub on, chanting his name. 

Jupiter sighed, looking down at Sharkub in pity, even as he felt his skin blister. “I am sorry for you,” he said, looking the human Orc general right in the eyes, “You have been forced into this belief, but I know you can be redeemed. I see the best in everyone, even you, Sharkub. Stop cooking me, and together we can find your real parents, find where you belong.” Jupiter managed a small smile, but Sharkub sneered.

Laughing evilly, Sharkub held up his silver dagger again. “TIME TO CARVE UP THE ROAST, BOYS!!!” he called. Sharkub grabbed Jupiter’s hand and was about to cut it off when the dagger was shot right out of his hand by an arrow. “WHAT THE HELL?!?” he cried, whirling around.

Looking wildly around, he saw Eldarion, who was standing on a hilltop above the encampment, his bow and arrow raised. “Hello Sharkub!” he called, a look of anger and hatred on his face, “Remember me?” 

Sharkub smirked broadly. “Looks like dessert wandered into our camp!” he growled, “ELVEN FLESH IS THE MOST SWEET, BOYS, GET HIM!!!” 

The Orcs turned and charged at Eldarion, but were surprised when Garrick jumped out of the trees and started swinging the battle axe at them. Laughing maniacally, he ran through the crowd, chopping them up with ease. “HAH! DIE, ORCISH FILTH!!” Garrick cried happily, slicing and dicing.  

Eldarion did a backflip, landing right next to Garrick. Together, the two of them masterfully took down any Orcs coming their way; Eldarion with his bow, firing five arrows at once, and Garrick wielding his battle axe like a champion. “I must say, Dwarf,” proclaimed Eldarion, “You might well stink but your skills on the battlefield are admirable!” He smiled at Garrick as he shot an Orc in the jugular. 

Garrick gave a grunt. “YOU TOO, MY POINTY EARED COMPANION!!!” he growled, before charging headfirst into a horde of hungry Orcs, swinging his axe as they ripped his leather tunic off. The now shirtless dwarf roared in fury and fully charged, swinging like a madman; no Orc could approach him without losing a limb, or worse. 

Furious, Sharkub drew his sword and bellowed, “IDIOTS!!! KILL THEM ALREADY!” He charged right at Eldarion, but was stopped in his tracks when his dragonsteel blade clashed with another. 

Parker smirked. “Hey, Sharky!” He swung his sword and it clashed with Sharkub’s. “Remember me? I’ve got a present for you.” He pulled out the necklace the wench had worn and threw it at Sharkub’s feet. 

Sharkub screamed. “NOOOOO!!! MY SISTER… YOU HAVE MURDERED HER!!!”

“AFTER I FUCKED HER SEVEN TIMES!” laughed Parker, “They call me Parker Green, ORC SLAYER!!!” And with that, he charged at Sharkub and the two got into an epic sword fight. 

Sharkub snarled at Parker, swinging his blade. “You will pay for your crimes against my family, Green!!!” 

“Consider it payback for what you did to my brother!!!” Parker spat back angrily, swinging at Sharkub. 

Sharkub cackled. “Your brother was a pathetic weakling,” he scoffed, “And so were your mother and father. That's right, Parker, I was there that day, the day we slaughtered and ate your father… he tasted like CHICKEN!!!”  

Parker froze. Staring in horror at Sharkub, his mind flashed back to that terrible day years ago.

“FATHERRRRRR!!” screamed young Parker.

Ryan stood firm, defending his family and farm. “Erik!!!” he called, “Take your brother and mother back to the house!” 

Erik grabbed Parker who protested. “FATHER!!!” He looked pleadingly to his mother. 

Diana teared up. “Ryan, please!!!” she begged, “I can’t do this without you!”

Ryan sighed. “I’m sorry, my love.” Ryan Green gave his beloved family one last smile before he charged into the horde of Orcs invading his farm. He held his own for a few moments before being taken down by the horde. 

Parker screamed out. “NO!!!!!!!!” 

“YOU SON OF A B–” Parker cried, making to charge at Sharkub, but then he winced in pain as he felt an Orcish blade pierce his gut. “YOU... YOU...” Parker stumbled back, falling to his knees. 

Sharkub laughed coldly. “I knew that would distract you!” he cried in triumph, “And now you will die, just like your brother and father!!!” Sharkub raised his sword and swung at Parker.

Eldarion pulled Jupiter off the skewer and handed him a blade. “Join the fight, Jupiter!!!”

Jupiter scrambled to his feet, staring in horror as he saw Parker was moments away from being slain. “PARKER!!!” he cried as he ran towards Sharkub, ignoring the pain of his blistering skin as he charged the human Orc general with his sword raised. 

Parker closed his eyes, clenching the talisman desperately, in hope of some kind of, any kind of help from Æthelwulf. He clenched it so tight the chain broke and it was pulled off his neck. Seconds before Sharkub could strike a fatal blow, Parker was engulfed in a giant bubble. Parker looked wildly around, seeing only a blurry figure before he passed out.  

Sharkub let out a scream of fury, just as there was a massive explosion of water, sending everyone, including Sharkub, Jupiter, Eldarion and Garrick, flying off in different directions. 

A while later, Jupiter woke up, laying on the ground next to Eldarion and Garrick, both of whom were regaining their composure. “Take it easy, my friend, you have been through one hell of an ordeal,” Eldarion said gently.  

But Jupiter shook his head. “I’m fine. We have to go back!!! Where is Parker?!?” 

Garrick shook his head solemnly. “I’m sorry, my friend… it seemed very bad. I fear he may be…”

But Jupiter shook his head, not even letting that terrible possibility be thought, much less spoken aloud. “PARKER, I’M COMING!!!” he cried. 

Jupiter charged full speed ahead for a few feet, before passing out from exhaustion and burn wounds.

“Come on, pointy ears,” said Garrick, “Help me carry this one. Our best bet is to regroup in Hanson, I think.” He bent down and grabbed Jupiter’s legs, as Eldarion grabbed his arms.

Eldarion nodded. “I agree, he needs rest and some clothes.”  

Garrick smirked. “Clothes are overrated.”  

Eldarion laughed. “I never said you need to wear any… uh, yeah… uh, Hanson, let us make haste!”  

Garrick nodded. “Yes, haste! TO HANSON!”

The pair of them carried Jupiter away from the Orc encampment, making their way back to Hanson, none of them truly knowing the fate of Parker Green... 

Parker’s eyes fluttered open. He was in his bedroom back in Williamsburg. Confused, he looked down at his bare chest; he ran a hand over the skin, it was completely unscathed. “I… what the fuck?” Parker said, so very confused. 

“Language, baby bro,” came the voice of Erik, who was sitting by Parker’s bedside smiling. 

Parker teared up. “Erik!!!” he cried, jumping up and embracing his brother tightly. 

Erik teared up too. “Hey, baby bro.” 

Parker shook his head. “Erik… I am so sorry for what happened. If I had been more alert… if I hadn’t angered Sharkub… you would still be alive, it’s all my fault that you're gone Erik,” Parker said, crying. 

Erik smiled sadly. “Oh Parker… what happened that day was not your fault and you need to stop telling yourself that it is, because it’s not.” Erik reached out and ruffled Parker’s hair affectionately. “Not even remotely.” 

Parker smiled weakly, looking around the room frowning. “Am I dead?” he asked, “What is this place? It looks like my old bedroom. But it can’t be…”

Erik shrugged. “I don’t really know what it is, baby bro,” he said, “I guess it’s a bit like the space between spaces. You aren’t dead… not yet, but you are knocking on death’s door, baby brother.” Erik smiled, rubbing Parker’s shoulder. “You could give up, if that’s what you want, come to the next life with me baby bro. But we both know you have a bigger destiny than that in the land of the living. A duty to save our mother and so much more.”

Parker nodded. “I know… I wish there was a way I could bring you back, brother, or go back and stop Sharkub… you didn’t deserve this… none of it, and I am so sorry.” He wiped his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

Erik embraced Parker. “I know, baby bro… But now it’s time to wake up.” And he threw a bucket of cold water on Parker. 

Parker gasped for air, waking up on a beach in just his pants. “SON OF A BITCH!!!” 

“Careful,” came an unfamiliar voice, “Sorry I had to spray you there, friend, you weren’t responding to less direct measures.” Parker looked up to see who had spoken; he was a boy, maybe a year or so younger than Parker. “You took a big stab back there. It's a good thing I showed up when I did. A few seconds longer and you would have been Orc food.”

Parker stared at the boy who was smiling down at him; he was wearing nothing but a very tight pair of short-looking undergarments around his crotch area, made of a shimmery green cloth. “Who are you and why are you naked?” he asked. 

The boy laughed. “I’m not. You humans are so accustomed to the need to wear clothes for some reason.” He shook his head. “We don’t see any need for such things underwater, but on land we have to… the name is Finn, by the way, Finn Dŵr!” 

Parker nodded. “Okay, Finn… so, if you're not human then, what are you?”  

Finn smiled and waved his hands around, creating a water spout and shooting it up into the air. “I’m a merman, my friend. And I saved you, so you are welcome.”

Parker nodded. “Thanks. Um, my name is Parker but… uh… how did you save me back there?” he asked, “Orcish poison is usually pretty fatal.” Parker rubbed his chest, feeling the new scar from the healed stab wound.  

“It’s our scales,” said Finn, “They have special healing properties that can cure wounds and other ailments. It is why our people are hunted by the pirates and why I was at the Orc encampment anyway,” he sighed, “I heard murmurs they were dealing in merscale trade. So I went to stop it, but I had to save you instead, Parker.” 

Parker smiled. “Well thanks, bro, I mean it.” He looked around for his clothes. “I should probably be heading back to Hanson now. Jupiter will be worried sick...” 

Finn shook his head. “Wait, please, I need a favor… in exchange for saving your life...”  

Parker sighed. “Sorry, fish boy, I don’t do dudes. You’re gonna have to find someone else to blow you. I am grateful but I am busy and on a quest, to the capital city of Dragonsnest!” 

Finn almost fell about laughing. “No, nothing like that!” he said, “I need you to come back to my city with me. I will get an audience with our ruler, King Nemo Coral and with your blessing, he will grant me permission to go on my own quest. I wish to travel to see the king in Dragonsnest and ask for his help to crack down on illegal piracy in his waters… but without a trusting human guide, King Nemo will never allow it.” 

Parker sighed. “I would love to return the favor, Finn, but just how exactly am I to travel to this Mercity of yours? I can’t breathe underwater, you know.” 

Finn smiled. “Eat this,” he said, handing Parker a handful of some mysterious green herb. 

Parker shrugged and ate the herb. “Okay, not sure how this is gonna help me breathe underwater…” 

Finn led Parker into the nearby water. “Just trust me, Parker… let it take effect…” Finn dove backwards into the deeper waters; as he slipped below the surface, his two legs were enveloped by scales and soon enough he had a magnificent merman tail! 

“Woah… that’s so… woah!!!!” Parker cried, as he fell over into the water, his knees locking up and his legs becoming enveloped by scales; within moments he had his own tail! “HOLY SHIT! WHAT DID THIS HERB DO TO ME?!?” 

Finn laughed. “Relax, my friend. It has turned you into a merman for the next 48 hours, that is all. It gives us more than enough time to seek an audience with King Nemo… but first, a stop at my humble abode. We need to get you a good meal and some rest. Follow me,” Finn said, diving into the waters and swimming off. 

Parker shrugged. “Well, here goes nothing.” He dove into the waters and swam after Finn, unsure of what was ahead of him on his quest and ultimate journey to Dragonsnest.

The Epic Quest of Parker Green: The Journey to Dragonsnest

 Episode 4: “Buttered Up”

Starring:

 Parker Bates as Parker Green

Noah Jupe as James “Jupiter” Baker 

Nolen Dubuc as Prince Eldarion Moonbryn 

Malachi Barton as Garrick Stonewater 

Finn Carr as Finn Dŵr

Preston Oliver as Prince Henry Dragonsbane 

Maxwell Jenkins as Ser William Sutherland 

Walker Scobell as General Sharkub of the Orcs

Landon Gordon as Prince Rory Dragonsbane 

Madeleine McGraw as Princess Alexandra “Lexi” Dragonsbane 

Kaz Womack as Prince Timothy “Timmy” Dragonsbane 

Karen Gillian as Queen Ariana Dragonsbane 

Elizabeth Olsen as Diana Green

Prestyn Bates as Erik Green 

Christian Convery as Lord Carson Hardgrove Jr. 

Alyvia Alyn Lind as Lady Savannah Hardgrove 

Grant Feely as Young Parker

Simon Webster as Young Jupiter 

Azhy Robertson as Young Erik 

With 

Tom Felton as Lord Carson Hardgrove 

Chris Hemsworth as King Lucas V

And 

Matt Lintz as Æthelwulf the Wise

Special Guest Starring: 

Logan Lerman as Ryan Green