Celebration. If anyone asks about it, then murmer politely
and say it's beneath your dignity to discuss such trifles."
"That's excellent
advice," said Togura, struck by the brilliance of this idea. "It's
very kind of you."
"Not at all,"
said Brother Troop, dismissing his thanks with a wave of his hand. "It's
us I'm thinking of. We have to have the confidence of the community we live
amongst. You're a valuable asset to us, boy. Do us proud."
So it was that Togura
went to the Banquet of Celebration in triumph, together with the dragon's head,
which took pride of place at the dinner, occupying a table all to itself.
Togura was rather miffed
when he discovered that the banquet was not to celebrate his own success at
monster killing. It was, instead, to celebrate the engagement of young Roly
Suet to the king's daughter, Slerma, and to announce the launch of a new
coinage in bronze, gold and silver. The coinage would bear the head of King
Skan Askander but would be backed by the assets of the Family Suet.
However, Togura's ego
was boosted by the fuss the young and beautiful Day Suet made of her hero. She
was a little puzzled about his new name. He explained the misunderstanding
which had forced it upon him. And, as he brought proof positive of his
abilities in the form of the dragon's head, she could not doubt his courage.
"You're a real
man," she said, breathing admiration.
"I'm growing
up," Togura concluded.
"Your father was
round here earlier today, real man," she said. "He was talking of
spanking you."
"I doubt that he'll
get the chance," said Togura, really cool and collected.
"Yes," said
Day Suet. "But it would be interesting to watch one real man spank
another."
"Minx!" said
Togura, swatting her.
She evaded him, and
laughed.
And, before very long,
she had persuaded him to laugh with her.
They ate.
They drank.
They danced.
The musicians, robust
and virile men, laboured and belaboured their instruments, pumping, hammering,
stretching, scraping and churning, till their faces were beetroot-red and sweat
poured down to their beards and their broad moustaches.
As Togura danced with
Day, he dared, and she dared with him. Her breasts were soft. Her lips were hot
and eager. Her eyes spoke just a little more than she would voice. His
confidence grew. When he suggested they leave, she never asked him where. She
led him to her room. As if in a trance, he stripped her to he skin. Her body,
smooth and glabrous, glimmered in the light of a single candle. She closed with
him, and gave him a drunken kiss. She smelt of sweat and musk, of perfume and
spices, of hard liquor and youthful desire.
He undressed.
Standing before her,
naked, he realised that now was the moment. Now he was really going to become a
man. A real man. Initiated into the mysteries of the flesh. His desire was
hard, urgent, swelling. He touched her thigh, lightly, finding it warm as new
bread. Overwhelmed by her heat and aroma, he felt and irresistible imminence
taking control of his flesh. Horror-struck, he tried to restrain himself.
He failed.
His male organ began to
pump.
At the last possible
moment, Togura clapped a hand to his cock, which pumped hot jism over his palm.
That saved him from splattering Day from bosom to thigh with his semen. But the
disaster was still absolute, unmitigated and irretrievable.
"Oh no!" he
cried, in agony.
"What
is it?" said Day.
Then, realising
precisely what it was, she began to laugh. Blithe spirit that she was, she
could not take this technical hitch seriously. She was puzzled when Togura
began to ram himself into his
and say it's beneath your dignity to discuss such trifles."
"That's excellent
advice," said Togura, struck by the brilliance of this idea. "It's
very kind of you."
"Not at all,"
said Brother Troop, dismissing his thanks with a wave of his hand. "It's
us I'm thinking of. We have to have the confidence of the community we live
amongst. You're a valuable asset to us, boy. Do us proud."
So it was that Togura
went to the Banquet of Celebration in triumph, together with the dragon's head,
which took pride of place at the dinner, occupying a table all to itself.
Togura was rather miffed
when he discovered that the banquet was not to celebrate his own success at
monster killing. It was, instead, to celebrate the engagement of young Roly
Suet to the king's daughter, Slerma, and to announce the launch of a new
coinage in bronze, gold and silver. The coinage would bear the head of King
Skan Askander but would be backed by the assets of the Family Suet.
However, Togura's ego
was boosted by the fuss the young and beautiful Day Suet made of her hero. She
was a little puzzled about his new name. He explained the misunderstanding
which had forced it upon him. And, as he brought proof positive of his
abilities in the form of the dragon's head, she could not doubt his courage.
"You're a real
man," she said, breathing admiration.
"I'm growing
up," Togura concluded.
"Your father was
round here earlier today, real man," she said. "He was talking of
spanking you."
"I doubt that he'll
get the chance," said Togura, really cool and collected.
"Yes," said
Day Suet. "But it would be interesting to watch one real man spank
another."
"Minx!" said
Togura, swatting her.
She evaded him, and
laughed.
And, before very long,
she had persuaded him to laugh with her.
They ate.
They drank.
They danced.
The musicians, robust
and virile men, laboured and belaboured their instruments, pumping, hammering,
stretching, scraping and churning, till their faces were beetroot-red and sweat
poured down to their beards and their broad moustaches.
As Togura danced with
Day, he dared, and she dared with him. Her breasts were soft. Her lips were hot
and eager. Her eyes spoke just a little more than she would voice. His
confidence grew. When he suggested they leave, she never asked him where. She
led him to her room. As if in a trance, he stripped her to he skin. Her body,
smooth and glabrous, glimmered in the light of a single candle. She closed with
him, and gave him a drunken kiss. She smelt of sweat and musk, of perfume and
spices, of hard liquor and youthful desire.
He undressed.
Standing before her,
naked, he realised that now was the moment. Now he was really going to become a
man. A real man. Initiated into the mysteries of the flesh. His desire was
hard, urgent, swelling. He touched her thigh, lightly, finding it warm as new
bread. Overwhelmed by her heat and aroma, he felt and irresistible imminence
taking control of his flesh. Horror-struck, he tried to restrain himself.
He failed.
His male organ began to
pump.
At the last possible
moment, Togura clapped a hand to his cock, which pumped hot jism over his palm.
That saved him from splattering Day from bosom to thigh with his semen. But the
disaster was still absolute, unmitigated and irretrievable.
"Oh no!" he
cried, in agony.
"What
is it?" said Day.
Then, realising
precisely what it was, she began to laugh. Blithe spirit that she was, she
could not take this technical hitch seriously. She was puzzled when Togura
began to ram himself into his
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