Triple Thrust

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just so you know, this isn't the same universe as "Justice Stream!" In that story, he's gay. In this one, he's straight. See, as proof, I actually used Arngrim's Japanese name in this one. :p

Most of my stories (but not all) are in some way or another fulfilling one of my fantasies. I really do think Lawfer's a cutie, and I'd sooner be with him than Lezard, since Lezard's...well...scary. o_O

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The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, resting her gaze upon the Artolian prison. Outside its stone cold walls, the night was calm, almost peaceful. Somewhere, a dog barked. All the animals and plants seemed impervious to the sounds coming from inside—the cries of anger and despair, of pain and suffering.

Inside the prison, however, it was impossible to not hear the anguished screams coming from the young man inside the interrogation room.

“He’s a fragile-lookin’ one, ain’t he?” sneered a big, burly guard with a whip in his right hand. “Just a couple brushes with this dealie here and he’s already begging us to stop.”

“He’s just a boy, this ‘un,” agreed the second, less muscular but equally sinister. “Hardly old enough to be weaned, and here he is tryin’ to overthrow the kingdom!”

The blond-haired, blue-eyed young man, bound and helpless before them, coughed in reply. He had not been trying to overthrow the kingdom. He had simply attempted to break an innocent man out of jail.

He knew he had broken the law in doing so. A knight was bound to serve his country and his king, and Lawfer understood that to break the law was to bring dishonor upon himself and his father, who had raised him.

But he also knew he had done the right thing. If his father knew what was happening, he might raise his hand to stop it. But his father was gone, leaving only his son, his useless, weak, cowardly son, who strived so hard to be like Aluze, not even one of the knights.

“I hate brats like you,” growled the buff man with the whip. “I saw that father of yours, the captain of the knights, and you, a knight at such a young age! You thought you was mighty big and important, didn’t you? Acting all prissy with those pretty-boy looks of yours…you liked to think you was better than us, didn’t ya?” He drew back the whip and cracked it on Lawfer’s stomach, drawing blood.

Lawfer screamed again, the tears in his eyes finally spilling over. “Please,” he gasped, his body spasming from the pain, “I beg of you…have mercy…I’ll leave Artolia. I’ll never come back again!” He was ashamed of himself as he said these words. He had imagined situations like this, and in all of them he stayed silent, cold and unyielding like Aluze, calm and honor-bound like his father. And now, begging like a dog…!

But the pain was too much for his fragile body. He could feel the blood run down his front, and he tasted the fluid in his mouth where he had bitten his tongue to keep from crying out.

The two men laughed out loud, finding amusement in his desperate pleas.

“Well, that ain’t very knight-like, is it?” snickered the skinny man with the pole ax. “Just as we thought, eh? You’re just a fake, a poor excuse for a knight, hiding behind your daddy when things get tough! You’re an embarrassment to all real men!”

Lawfer’s face burned with shame. He knew he could never live up to his father’s name. Even these men were probably more courageous than he.

“He definitely ain’t a real man,” the first one agreed. “Not with those soft and delicate looks. He looks more like a woman!”

The second laughed again. “That’s for sure! Hey…No one’s around. Why don’t we make him feel like a woman? Turn him around, and it won’t feel no different from a lady.”

Lawfer’s eyes widened in terror as he realized what the man was saying. He couldn’t mean…No! Anything but that!

A huge grin spread across the first man’s face. “Well…I don’t know. Why don’t we ask our captive here what she wants?” He leaned in close, and Lawfer could smell alcohol on his breath. “Well, what would you like? Do you want us to put that lovely body to good use?”

Lawfer shook his head frantically, struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists and ankles, trying in vain to break the chains that held him. He had to do something to stop them. He had to try to break free, even if it killed him. Even death was preferrable to what they were planning to do.

He was so intent on breaking away that at first he did not hear the pained cry of death come from the skinny man. Then, as the muscular man turned to see what was going on, Lawfer saw a flash of silver, and suddenly the man was on his knees, sputtering his last words.

“Gods damn it…how did that…!” The man was silenced forever by a second stab, this one straight to his heart.

Lawfer raised his head to take a look at the assailant. Whoever-it-was was fairly small, shorter than even himself, the face covered by a black hood.

“Don’t worry,” the stranger said. “I’ve killed all the guards. No one will find out until more come to replace them in a couple of hours. You’re safe for now.”

A woman, Lawfer thought, then blushed. Part of it was shame from having to be rescued by a woman, but he mostly felt embarrassed because he was completely naked. Then, he frowned. Her voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it…

“Oh, my,” sighed the woman, her voice filled with concern. “Just look at those wounds. They really did a number on you. Let me see if I can do something to make them better.”

“If it’s okay,” Lawfer stammered, “could you unlock me from these chains?...Ah!” he cried out as she leaned forward and gave one of his wounds a lick. “What…what are you doing? The guards will—“

“I’ve already told you, there are no guards. I came here to rescue you, and now I’m going to claim my reward.” She went back to work on his chest and belly, licking up all the blood, causing a mite of pain at times but overall warming his cold skin and easing the agony he’d been feeling.

It concerned him, however, that the woman’s tongue was gradually moving lower, getting dangerously close to his forbidden area. He whimpered helplessly, the stimulation becoming too much for him.

“Miss…” he stuttered, “you don’t have to do that anymore. I am feeling much better!”

She pulled her mouth away and whispered, “But I want to. And you…do you want me to stop?”

Lawfer’s head was buzzing at this point, knowing it was useless to hide the erection that had formed from the constant stimulus. “Well…not…not exactly.”

“Then just relax and enjoy,” she advised, before taking his now throbbing cock into her mouth.

Lawfer let out a gasp of both shock and delight. He had never had a woman pleasure him like this—he had always been too busy training, or fighting, or studying. He had heard stories from the other knights, and from Aluze, who often boasted of his “adventures” to an appreciative audience. But never once had he thought he would actually have a story of his own to tell—not that he would, of course.

The woman wrapped her velvet-like tongue around his cock, caressing it gently, like a lover. She moaned softly as she did so, as if she were eating a delicious dessert of the finest quality. She pushed her mouth further forward, and before long she had the entire thing inside.

Lawfer whimpered in pleasure, no longer caring that he was tied up. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Without thinking, he began to push his hips desperately against her face, not even certain what he was aiming for. His moans grew louder, and he gasped as she scraped her teeth v-e-r-y gently across his skin. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it made Lawfer feel as though he might be hurt, and this excited him all the more. She invoked the same fear—and arousal—a second time, this time taking his balls in her hands and giving them the slightest of squeezes. He cried out loud this time, and he knew he was coming close to orgasm.

The woman pulled away from him just long enough to say, “Come for me,” and then she began to suck again.

That voice…I know I’ve heard that voice before! Who is it? Upon hearing her voice again, it suddenly dawned on him.

“Celia!” he cried as he filled her mouth with his cum.

After swallowing every last drop, she pulled away again and grinned, pulling back the hood to reveal her face. “Bingo!”

Lawfer’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “Oh my gods…I didn’t think…Celia…wow.” He felt stupid, stammering like this, but he had no idea she was this kind of woman.

“It’s not what you might think,” she assured him. “I wouldn’t do this for just anybody. But I like you, Lawfer, and I didn’t mind. Now, what say we get out of here?”

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After hearing Lawfer’s story, Celia agreed that it would be a bad idea for him to stay in Artolia. Many had witnessed the attempted break-out, and they would soon be after Lawfer’s head.

“Why don’t you stay with us?” Celia suggested. “Kashell and Amy and I have this great place a few miles from here. Well, it’s not that great, but we have room for one more.”

Lawfer thought about it, then nodded in agreement. “That would work. But Celia, I really owe you for saving my life. Isn’t there anything I can do to repay you?”

Celia smiled just a little as they started walking down the road out of town. “Well…there may be something.”

TBC