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Sea People

by Ruwen Rouhs

Chapter 11

At early dawn Laong went to the dugout to fetch drinking water from the water skins they had filled up before their departure from Ecinli. The youngster was thirsty after he had hardly slept the whole night because of the uproar the evening before. The first water skin he found was nearly empty. Checking for the other four water skins he found only three, but they were empty also. He looked for the fifth. It was missing.

Not believing his own eyes he walked back to arouse Buri, who was responsible for the water supply. They both checked again, but the fifth stayed missing. The Buri Curlyhead became suspicious as he had filled up the skins back at Kahin's island with sweet water. "What the hell!" he muttered under his breath. Checking the storage place beneath the sun sail without result, he began to swear, "By Teiwaz!" using the German name of the god of war, "By Teiwaz! Someone has emptied our water skins. Look here Laong, the floor underneath the empty skins is soaking wet! Somebody has opened skins to drain the water!" Remembering the quarrel the evening before, "It was Orco!" He clenched his fists, "Damned Orco, when the pirates boat was ready to take off, he delayed the start to take a leak in the shrubs. He was gone far too long, I remember. Now I know what he was up to. He wanted us to get stuck here!"

Alarmed by Buri's swearing the other Sun Seekers gathered around the boat. While Tsemo and Seb searched along the path to the beach Kaa felt uneasy. "That's my fault. I should have declined your offer to buy us off. My entire fault only. Yesterday the dead of Hale and the following fight, now the loss of the water supply. We better separate! You continue you search for the sun, while Seb and I try to find our way back home on our own!" Buri's protested sharply, "Do you really assume I would give you and Seb the kiss-off? Never! Do you really presume you are a burden? On the contrary, we need your help to find the land I have longed for all my lifetime?" Aegir interjected indignant, "Brothers should never part. You two are now a part of the Sun Seekers."

Turning the water skins upside down the Sun Seekers could recover three cups of water. After a short breakfast they decided to set out to find water. Recalling the coastline they decided to split up in two search parties to get water and replenishing the supplies. Buri, Kaa and Seb would walk westward along the beach to meet a rivulet coming down from the backland and then following the watercourse up to the next village while Aegir, Tsemo and Laong would climb the steep cliff and head along the plateau in north-western direction.

Buri, Kaa and Seb left the landing place first. The hike along the shore was easy as long they could amble on the resilient surface of water-logged sandy beach, still soaking by the tide of the night. However as soon the sandy beach turned into a steep rocky shore the easy walk became arduous, especially as the sharp rocks pierced the soles of their feet. Seb soon began to limp and complained huffed with the pointed rocks.

Slowly the sun moved up the blue sky, heating up the sand they had to cross. The firm surface of the sand became a dry, dusty dessert. Their feet sank ankle-deep into the hot sand and slowed down the hiking speed. Already at mid morning the sand as well as the rocks were heated to the extent, that walking barefoot became a torture. In addition, their thirst rose with every mile. Around noon the three found a cove of a narrow valley coming from the back country. The creek had tried up, however, the shrubs along the dry river bed were still green and the strawberry trees and the fig trees were bearing fruits. These were still hard, green, and unenjoyable. However being thirsty, they gobbled the fruits down together with the remains of the provisions brought along from Ecinli. Still thirsty but with their dummies filled they decided to get a rest during the hottest time of the day.

In the shade of the shrubs Buri dozed off. In his dream his mind replayed the morning before, when Lady Kamrushepa chewed Tsemo's pearl and fell to the ground, squirmed and writhed like an eel on land. Startled he woke up. Becoming aware of Kaa cleaning his shiny knife he suddenly remembered the question he was pondering about since yesterday morning. "You are worth a dozen de…., dbns! Didn't Kamrusha say so? What's this, a dbn?"

Kaa, knitting his brow, glared at him, then a smile crossed his face. "Dbn, you asked for deben? Deben? Oh, deben is a weight." Then he picked up a fist stone of the size of a pigeon's egg. "This stone has about the weight of a deben. But a deben is not of stone, a deben is its weight in gold or silver, that is a certain amount of gold or silver is called a deben." When Buri's face displayed a lack of understanding, Kaa explained. "If a man on a market wants to buy a sheep from a herder he has to give the shepherd something in exchange, for example a bag of barley. The herder could carry this bag back home easily. You agree?" As Buri nodded his approval Kaa continued. "Now if a merchant wants to buy three dozens of sheep from the herder, the herder would get three dozen of sacks with barley. Would he be able to carry this much?"

"No!" Buri agreed.

"But there is an easier way to transport this value." Kaa began to explain. "Imagine own sack with barley would be worth a twelfth of a deben of gold. Then 12 sacks of barley would be worth one deben and three times of 12 sack would amount to three deben of gold. NatUhraally the herder could take these three debens with the weight of these three stone and walk home without getting tired!" Kaa paused and when Buri nodded consent.

"Oh I get it! If merchants exchanges deben for goods they are better off and can transfer values from town to town and even from country to country."

"Yeah, that's about trade and transport. Bartering is going extinct in modern times!

Do I get it right? Let me assume, a farmer can sell figs to a merchant for debens. Now the farmer can go with the debens to a weaver and buy linen for his wife. The weaver takes the debens go to the market and buy flax fibers to make new linen or alternatively he can buy barley to bake bread or buy a chicken to make a roast." Then Buri burst laughing, "If the farmer saves all the debens he gets for years he can even a second wife and have more children."

"You are right again, my dear Buri!" Kaa grinned, "He can even do something stupid. If he prefers boys to girls he can even kill two birds with one stone. He can go to the temple make an offering to the almighty and in exchange he can have fun with a temple boy, a qdeshim."

"Or go to Kamrusha and get himself some quality time with a joy boy, a rent boy!" Buro rembered, "Did the greedy woman know about your royal decent? I guess not because, otherwise she would had fixed your price much higher and not offered you to some stray pirates.

Sure," Kaa chuckled, "To the Pr-A'a I and Seb had the value of three ships loaded to the top with the most precious logs of cedar growing near Tyruus the kingdom of Tekrur. She probably would have sold us to the king of Luwia. If that degenerated bawd had known you are the son of my aunt and the reincarnation of Geb, what do you think she would have charged for you." Buri however didn't ponder about this question. He gave Kaa a quick peck on the nose and turned to a more practical questions. "If we would like to buy a chicken or an egg, what would this be in deben!

You could use the term half a deben or a twelfth of a deben and as one twelfths of a deben is called a shaad (shât) you coulds as well say six shaads or one shaad or even a quarter of a shaad. Shaad is the usual term poor people use, because they do not earn more than half a shaad a day." This quenched Buri's thirst for information for now and the three continued their search for the next village.

Aegir, Tsemo and Laong had decided to chose the other way, the way into the back-land for their search of the next village. Up the cliff they climbed, then their hike across the shadeless plateau started. The plateau was nothing than an arid plane studded with it batches of dry grass, sandy pits and fields of sharp pebbles. The hike soon turned into an exhausting struggle, because of the ever rising temperature and the everlasting sea-born breeze. The permanent breeze was steering up fine dust from the ground and the dust clogged their eyes and noses. After a short time their wear was drenched by sweat, despite Aegir, Tsemo and Laong had changed into light clothing. Their tongues were sticking to the roof of their mouths and the empty water skins as well as bags for the food were glued to their backs. After more than an hour they came across a canyon, deeply incised in the arid land. Its floor was covered by prickly shrubs. Of the brook only a bed of sandy soil and dry pebbles was left. In vain they cleared away the white pebbles on several places of the crook's bed, however, they were not able just to recover a single drop of water. For more than a foot deep below the ground, the sand was dry as bones.

The short break in the shade of the flimsy brushes did help some against the thirst. As soon however, they crossed the arid plain the desire for water hit the three again. It lasted until noon till they came across the next canyon. In the first moment the small valley did resemble one before, but then the chiming of bells in the distance aroused their attention. Using the bed of the dry brook as trail they soon came upon a large oak tree, a Holy Oak Tsemo guessed, with a wide trunk and sweeping branches nearly touching the ground. What the three Sun Seekers surprised were about two dozens of the scraggy goats dotting the tree like brown and whitish flowers.

Tsemo charmed the goats with his flute and soon the leading goat, the matriarch, approached the eleven boy curiously and began to lick his sweat soaked skin. This intimate interaction of the stranger and the goat aroused the suspicion of the young goatherd. He left the hideout he was using with his two smaller brothers to defend his herd. Armed with a long crook he came running and tried to shoo away the curious goat from the stranger. Anxiously the twins followed in a distance.

Suspicious and startled the goatherd sized up at the unexpected visitors, two teens about his age and strong young man with blazing red hair. When Tsemo gestured appeasing he lowered his crook and came closer. Tsemo tried to introduce himself and his friends, but soon got aware he could only comprehend few scraps of the herder's language. Despite this problem the three herders and the Sun Seekers were all smiles and when Aegir gestured for water the young goatherd offered him his bottle. Noticing the growling stomach of Laong one of the younger ones milked a nanny goat and offered the newcomers the creamy milk. While Aegir and Laong satisfied their thirst and hunger Tsemo stayed hungry till the goatherd offered him from the flat bread he had in his satchel. Shaded by the big holy oak Aegir addressed their problem. "We need water and food. Can you show us the next water place?" When the goatherd, calling himself Hantili, didn't understand him he addressed the problem with hands and feet pointing to the empty water skins and the bags repeatedly. Finally the Hantili realized their problems and asked them to wait some more and then accompany the herd to the hamlet.

On the way along the brook Tsemo and Laong easily became friends with the younger herders, Tili and Mursili, and not only with the boys. The goats enjoyed the strangers and enviously tried lick the sweat from their legs and arms.

Aegir got stuck with Hantili. The Luwian youngster smiled all over his face having found a big friend in midst of the nowhere. Hantili had never met a Viking before. He was fascinated by the tall youngster, he adored his blazing red hair, the soft curls of the just sprouting beard, the red fuzz under his armpits and last not least by the reddish hair trail running down from the sixpack and vanished in the soiled loincloth. True to the fashion of his kin group Hantili immediately took Aegir's hand. In turn the young Viking enjoyed the unexpected closeness in turn. Even as they entered the village Hantili held Aegir's hand claiming to be close friends.

Aegir became anxious when small canyon suddenly opened into the wide valley harboring the Hantili's native village, called Imrali. He was afraid not only of the reaction of the villagers to unexpected strangers, but also because he wasn't used to enter a village holding hands with one of their lads. True to his concerns they were the center of the stares. The curious women stayed in the entrances of the one-storied, square houses scattered along both sides of the small river or of the multi-leveled ones glued to the sharp rising, rock face of the valley carved into the arid plateau. The children however, dared to dart to Aegir and Hantili. Soon they were accompanied by the cheeky but silent kids. Attracted by the stir, the young and elder men left the cool rooms of their houses and questioned Hantili about the stranger. The stir increased as Tili holding hands with Tsemo and Mursili holding the ones of Laong surrounded by the bleating goats entered the main valley. Proud like kings the Luwian boys introduced the unexpected capture to their friends, braggingly reporting every event of the day.

Aegir's anxiety was blown away as Hantili presented his just found friend to his father Amuna, the slender, dark-bearded head of the clan. Amuna embraced the Viking youngster, called him son and when Tili and Mursili introduced Tsemo and Laong to him he seemed to be really taken. Immediately he began to tussle Tsemo's ash-blond hairs and Loang's maroons, swearing to god he had never seen hairs as beautiful as the one of the three newcomers. The Sun Seekers blushed of embarrassment, being treated as small boys.

But this was not the sole surprise of this afternoon. The Sun-Seeker got even more delighted receiving the message that Buri, Kaa and Seb were on their way from the mouth of the river to village Imrali. They had been collected by young villagers, who came back from night fishing in the sea near the mouth of the river. When Kaa, slightly familiar with the Luwian idiom, informed the villager about their problems, they were invited to come along and fill up the water skins and stock up with food in the village.

The situation came even more exiting during a late dinner at an open fire hosted by the eldest of the village. The get-together in honor of the guest coming from far away was attended not only by the elders and the grown up men of the village, but also by the boys and teens. Especially the latter groups posed question after question, because not one of them could imagine how life was in the cold north or in the scorching heat of the southern sun. The hail of questions pouring down was so tight that neither the Sun Seekers nor the princes from Ta-Seti had time to eat.

Just when the festivity was about to culminate, the village priest made his appearance. Clad in a long, swinging dress and a high hat of braided ears of barley he stood a head above the clan's chief. On his side, strode a young man in a knee-length dress, wearing a sliver of the moon, the lunula, as the sign of his vocation. Both the priest and his acolyte, a young man with the name Runtiya, were greeted with deep respect.

Eyeing the unexpected guests closely the acolyte's smile suddenly changed into pure bliss. Pointing to Tsemo with his right and touching the lunula with his left at he fell to his knees, "Son of the Moon Princess!" he stuttered, "Son of the Moon Princess, did you come to ward of the evil? Did you come to scare away the shadows? Luwian boys are abducted by the ruthless henchmen of the king of Tyruus to serve as child soldiers in his wars and even worse to get neutered and serve as joy boys in his temple. Please help Son of the Moon Princess! Thanks to Arma! Thank you Moon god, for your help!"

While the participants of the party concentrated on the wondrous behavior of the acolyte Runtiya, the village priest's heart began to race. Worried he scanned the crowd for the strangers. In the half-light of the fire-pit he identified the ash-blond Tsemo sitting besides Tili, Laong holding Mursili tight and Aegir monopolized by Hantili. The other three were just dark shapes he could locate in the row of the young fisher men. The priest could make out a small one, he guessed to be a child, a stringy one, towering the village youngsters and a sturdy fellow, who was just using hands and feet to relate some information to his eager listening audience. The mysterious and at the same time exciting and disturbing signal, originated in this group. In a wide circle the priest walked around the crowd sitting around the fire and finally was standing directly behind the young fishermen and the three dark shinned guests. During his walk through the dark his heartbeat had returned to normal. While he addressed a prayer to the almighty Tarhunz, the god of fertility and father of rain and sun, he raised his arms to touch the smallest of the dark-skinned strangers. The heartbeat however, neither rose nor dropped. He turned to the stringy one, the one with the beautiful features and a smile to fall in love with. The beat of his heart however, neither rose nor dropped. Then he turned to the sturdy fellow with the lighter skin, who seemed to entertain his audience by stories of a world far away. He hadn't even touched the young man, when his heartbeat rose to unanticipated heights and at the same time his limbs got cold like the one of a death man. He trembled and nearly collapsed to the ground when out of the nowhere he comprehended the tale Buri was recounting: "When Hödur, my father, bent over to kiss my mother's Teje's brow, the old woman warned him. The king's daughter is sick, Teje is very sick, the delivery nearly killed her. Just one kiss, one for her and one for your son. Your son is the reincarnation of the mighty Geb, the god of the fertile earth and barren desert. Giving birth to Geb, always demands a heartbreaking sacrifice." Buri sighed, "Now you have heard all about me. And that's the truth. Hödur my father, who is with the spirits, will confirm it."

The priest listening to Buri couldn't believe his ears? Who was this boy? Who did dare to claim to the reincarnation of Tarhunt, the highest of eternal beings, the father of wind and rain, of sun and moon, of all human beings? During his studies at the great convent school in Uhraa, the capital of Luwia, he had learned about the worship of the deities by the different people of the world. Weren't Geb or Wuotan just other names of the same deities, of Tarhunt? Didn't his teachers not be adamant that there was no reincarnation? Wasn't the boy's skin not dark as the mud in the rainy season and his hair curly and short, while Tarhunt was a man, a bearded man with a crown of golden barley bringing grapes to the people?

Now the voice of the dark skinny boy reached out through the night again, "I owe my heart to Hödur my father and my skin to Teje, my mother, but my soul I owe to Geb the Lord of the earth, of all the animals and plants, of men!"

Was it this what the boy intended to tell his audience with the term reincarnation? The priest thought. Was not every soul the gift of god? He had to ask the young man.

The whole evening Hantili stuck to Aegir. The young lad from far North did even like it, as his lover Buri had neglected him lately and spend most of his time with Kaa, even the night. What was even more, he enjoyed the attention of the slender teen with the dark curls framing his small face. Beyond that another observation made the situation even more interesting. All of Hantili's friends, and he obviously had quite a lot, seemed to be jealous.

Toward the end of the banquet Aegir gave a good yawn and Hantili who seemed to have waited for this took advantage, "Are you tired my dear friend?" he asked using gestures, "Me too. You and me, we will share a bed. Just come!" Jealously observed by his friends Antili pulled Aegir out of the circle of light into the darkness of the night. Antili however, didn't guide Aegir to a room in his father's house. He steered Aegir down to the gently gurgling river and then along a small footpath to a dense groove at the foot of the high rising rock face. Feeling the way through the dense bushes they came to a narrow entrance of a cave at the foot of the scarp. Antili searched the shrubs, produced a torch, ignited the resin impregnated twigs with a flint and entered a small passageway leading up an inclining path into the cool inside of the cliff. As Aegir hesitated Antili took hand, cheered him up with a smile and guided him into the dark to their destination the holy cavern Tarhunt.

The holy cavern was a place of worship for the villagers of Irmali and the Luwian settlements all around. It was a very special place of worship. It was dedicated to the highest deity, to Tarhunt and the holy snake. The holy cavern was unknown to the common villagers, well not really unknown; however it was out off bounds and off limits to the public. Only the initiated were allowed enter the cavern and performed the sacred rituals.

Antili belonged to the initiate. He had been initiated at the age of eight and now at the age of thirteen he was just one step away from the initiate to the initiator. Just one step! This step meant he had to obtain the seed of an outstanding person in the holy cavern. In the morning, when Aegir, Tsemo and Laong came down the dell looking for water, Antili instantly realized the stranger with the blazing hair was the one Tarhunt had chosen to seed him, to take him to the next level, to the rank of an initiator. In his expectations he was confirmed by his father.

The deeper they proceeded up the inclining passage the colder the air became. Aegir shuddered and cold shivers were running down his spine when finally they entered a wide cave. The dim light of the smoky torch was unable to permeate the vast dankness around. Antili grabbed Aegir's arm and guided him target-oriented through the darkness to the opposite side.

Suddenly the light of the torch was reflected and his eyes were irritated by vibrant colors. Squinting Aegir tried to decode the signs. Adapted to the blazing colors he was confronted by an image high up in the wall. The relief picture showed a striding man, maybe a king, intimidating a giant winding snake emerging from wild waters, her teeth barring and with her split tongue absorbing the scent of fleeing men. The image depicted Tarhunt, the tamer of the snake.

The image made Aegir tremble. It was not the golden robe Tarhunt was wearing, or his high pointed hat, decorated with flowers in thousand of colors, it was the stern face was framed by a curly beard and the eyes and the lips. The eyes were sending out sparks and lips were burning like rubies. In his raised right arm Tarhunt was brandishing a javelin, its point sending lightnings toward the snake. In his left he carried grapes. Behind the man small people were hiding or running away terrified by the threatening monster emerging from a water. The snake was gray and white while the water body was sparkling in many shades of blue.

Aegir was so taken by the picture that he was dead for his surroundings. Therefore when Hantili tugged on his arm he let out high shriek. "That's Tarhunt, the god taming the snake. He is defending people and livestock. He is the majesty commanding rain and storm. He brings fertility to our barren, let the flowers bloom in spring and the grapes ripen in the fall." Antili hesitated a moment, then he took a heart, "With his dipple stick he plants the seed in the furrows to let the barley grow. Can I ask you for a favor, my dear Aegir, please plant your dipple stick in furrow between my moulds and seed me. I need your seed to get to the next level, to get from the level of an initiate to the level an initiated. Then my task will be to you're your seed to the next generation. Please seed me!"

Aegir unfamiliar with the faith of the Luwian people and their traditional habits was surprised. Due to his ignorance of the Luwian language he couldn't interpret Antilis's words and just smiled questioning. Antili took this as sign of agreement and escorted the teen with the flaming red hair to a fur covered cot. There he took of his loincloth then Aegir's and made himself understandable by signs. He laid down on his back, raised his legs, spread them wide apart and offered his boy hole to Aegir.

In that moment Aegir was fully aware of what Antili had intended from the beginning. The Luwian boy wanted him to breed him, to seed him. Aegir reached out and slid his finger along the crack between Antili's beautiful mounds. Starting at the nut sack he slowly moved up with his fingers along the taint to the tight pucker surrounded by soft dark hair. These excited the red-haired teen because Buri his love was hairless around the hole. He wetted his forefinger with circled the hole with it several times tracing every fold of the pucker with care. Antili enjoyed the treatment. He started moaning and pushed back his buttocks towards Aegir. Now the Viking youngster wasn't able to hold back anymore. He pressed the tip of his dipple stick, his wood, against the pucker and tried to penetrate. However, the hole was clenched and didn't give in. Antili smiled seductively. When Aegir tried to push in again he embraced Aegir body with his leg and tried to help. Smiling at one another Aegir pressed and pressed against the tight pucker. Suddenly the tip of his dibble stick moved in a bit and the next moment his wood dived in Antili's chute up to the pubes. Now Antili whimpered like a puppy and Aegir growled like a black bear. The whimpering however turned into yelp of delight when Aegir began to pump in and out furiously. Slowing down slightly he bend forward, searching for Antili's red lips and attempted a kiss. First Antili shied away, but then feeling the touch of the hot lips he returned the kisses and the interaction of the two went to a new level.

Totally absorbed in lovemaking Aegir suddenly noticed that his partner was distracted. He looked to the left and in the dim light of the torch he noticed two persons spying on the spectacle. Because of the knee-length dress and the lunula around his neck the bigger one had to be the acolyte. The smaller one was a curly-haired boy clutching the hand of the helper of the priest. The eyes of Runtiya radiated pure lust, while the boys face reflected anxiety, curiosity and desire at the same time.

Despite this disturbance or even activated by the presence of the unexpected onlooker Aegir speeded up and growled like a bear emptying his seed deep into Antili's bowel stimulating the teen to whimper again and again. When both separated they were still hard. While Aegir was resting Antili rose, took the boy into his arms. Whispering and cuddling him he guided him to the cot beside Aegir. There he removed the boys wimpy loincloth, bathed his body with kisses and finally asked him to lay down on the cot.

"Waili! This is Waili!" the acolyte Runtiya pointed at the boy, who was now smiling and seemed almost to burst with pride, while he explained, "By seeding Antili, you have made him an initiator and guardian to Waili! His first task will be to pass on your mighty seed to Waili!" Meanwhile Wail was lolling on the cot and Antili was nibbling his small body from head to toe.

But Aegir hadn't done all of what was expected from him. Smiling the Runtiya began to fondle the redhair's hard boner, kissing its sperm covered tip he urged "Now stranger it will be your task to seed me, while Antili does perform the duty willed by Tarhunt and bestows your seed to Waili!" fondling Aegir hard wood pointing to his own precum leaking dick and got on his hands and knees and invited the redhair to take him doggy-style.

Antili had already turned Waili over onto his dummy and was nibbling his buns. Spreading these, the initiator began to prepare Waili's rosebud for the invasion. It still was really a rosebud because this was Waili's night to get deflowered. Antili nibbled the rosebud, licked it and finally inserted the tip of his tongue into the hot orifice. Waili squirmed and wiggled like a snake, he squeaked like shoat and giggled like a small boy. Antili took his time, changed his attacks and while he kissed Waili's neck he inserted first one then two and then three finger in the tight hole. But soon Antili could take it longer. With all his boyish vigor he pressed the swollen knob of his thin rod against the still tight rosebud, pushed and pushed and suddenly to his surprise his rod slipped without meeting resistance deep into Waili's boy cunt. Once inside he started to pump and push forward till his pubes touched Waili's buns.

Not expecting the fast intrusion Waili cried out in pain, but only once. As soon he was accustomed to Antili's fucking he seemed to ask for more and answered the onslaught by counter movements.

The sight was so exciting that Aegir flung the Runtiya on his back and satisfied his desire by long thrusts. The acolyte however didn't agree with this position. He wiggled from under the Redhair turned around, got on arms and knees again without letting Aegir's member slip out of his hole. Aegir knew now what the Acolyte preferred and did him like a dog.

"I want to see all! I want to see my favorite student deflower the cutest boy of our villager!" The acolyte breathed and Aegir didn't protest because the priest's helper knew how to use his cunt to satisfy the his desires. Soon Antili and Aegir moved in synchronously and climaxed in the same instant, announcing the successful breeding in loud, ecstatic moans. Judging from the depth of the voice Antili seemed to have grown up since he had been taken by Aegir.

But the night wasn't over jet, because the ecstasy of the three prevailed their weariness and Tarhunt expected more presents. The acolyte seeded his favorite student and Antili took revenge making his priest's helper groan in pleasure. Even Waili was active till the bats returned to their sleeping place in the cave of Tarhunt's victory over the snake. Waili proudly humped Aegir till his boy rod found the hole and penetrated him. Being too young to deliver seed his rod never deflated. He pimped the big Redhair like a bunny till finally he had a furious dry com. Now it was Aegir's obligation to fulfill Tarhunt's request. Spearing Waili with his fat wood he got suddenly afraid the intrusion would inflict pain to the small boy. All the more he was surprised that the boy moaned contently while he bonged him furiously. Sweaty and tired Waili proudly accepted Aegir's hot seed. This last ride made the newly initiated boy proud as a lioness been seeded the invincible king of the pack.

By the time the acolyte, Antili and Aegir delivered Waili at the threshold of his father's home, he slept peacefully in Aegir's arms. But when he was delivered to his waiting mother he wonk up, turn around and kissed the Redhair to everyone surprise. Proudly the boy announced, "My hero, you are the strongest, you are the best! Thank you! Your seed will make me grow strong and invincible." Hantili agreed with Waili full heartedly and proved his new status by the raspy voice of a young adolescent.

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