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Ovfren
’s facial features different from most men at WorrlgenHall probably because he came from foreign land far north, made him stand out noticeably in the most profound way.

Although, not the same height as Ogorec, he was tall, well fit and cou
ld indeed have his choice of women, as well as men, yet he wanted and waited for him.

“
I will come to you.” He let out a guttural groan, aching from his still engorged tube needing release, “And when I do this time you will know how I feel.”

Ovfren nodded
pleased. “Then do not tarry when you come to me this night or ever.”

True to his word, all through the day unable to think of anything or anyone else, that night Ogorec hurried to Ovfren, and as he felt Ovfren inside him for the first time, although his gu
ilt feeling of betrayal was great, more was his feeling of pleasure.

“
Never would I have dreamed.” He breathed deeply surprised inexperienced Ovfren could give him such pleasure, “You would make me hum, gasp, and moan in such a way.” 

“
Such is my desire for you,” Ovfren whispered, “I will hold nothing back. You will feel all of me as this, each time.”

“
Then so be it,” Ogorec murmured, well pleased, “Each time.”

“
My love for you grows each day,” Ovfren moaned, as his flesh pressed to Ogorec’s, as well as all of himself inside him, “Each day.”

His avow strong, Ogorec listened avidly as Ovfren whispered in his ear his love and desire for him
as his endless thrusts were fast and deep from his strength and youthful vigor, and it was indeed Ogorec the one ravished, not Ovfren.

“
Uuhhh Ssssss! Ovfren,” a subdued Ogorec could not help but shriek, “Aaaahhh uuhh! Ovfren!”

Later after both had given themselves to the other and drained all within them, Ogorec dressed and got on his horse, but before he rode away, he tur
ned to Ovfren.

“
We share this night as one great between us that I did not foresee.” he confessed, “And from it, you have a way about you that has captured me.”

“
Such that you desire me or love me?” Ovfren questioned hoping it was the later.

“
You have made my head spin such that I cannot answer,” Ogorec confessed, “Yet what I feel is such that I vow you may have me at will.”

“
Only you,” Ovfren teased, “What will I do if my want is great and you are not with me?”

“
Ovfren!” he frowned, causing his to eyes squint as jealousy filled him, then noticed Ovfren’s cheeks rise as if to smile. 

“
If you say at my will; then much it will be,” he, then said, “I have hungered for you like that of a man denied food for a long time and from it cannot get his fill.”

“
It is my hope and want,” Ogorec said, before he rode away, “To make it such that you hunger no more.”

“
Ogorec!” Ovfren yelled, as he turned to ride away again, “It is still early.”

Ogorec shook his head, as he looked at him noticing the roguish smile on to his
face.

“
Dare you try me Ovfren?”

“
No try – want Ogorec,” Ovfren said; his voice deep and calling to him, “I hunger and you made a promise.”

Ogorec looked to the horizon. It was indeed still early and jumped off his horse.

“I am older,” he teasingly said, as walked to him and pulled him close, “Leave me with some strength within me.”

A
fter camping at the Lake of Hebor, again the men began journeying more south. Now two moons into the journey, when several scouts spotted a nomad tribe camping just ahead of them, the sole reason Baric journeyed with Laad, his hope of finding Ecia; he eagerly wanted to ride into their camp and speak with them.

Their journey seemingly slow paced, Laad decided it best to journey forward and chose twenty guilds and forty gruels go with Baric to the nomad
’s camp, but when Ogorec learned that Laad had not chosen Ovfren, he went to talk to him in his tent.

“
What did you need to speak with me about?” Laad asked Ogorec, as he sat at a table looking over a land map.

“
To ask that the guild Ovfren ride to the nomad’s camp with us,” Ogorec answered, as he stood.

“
I sent twenty,” Laad replied, although curious why he specifically wanted Ovfren, then looked up at him to hear his answer, “What sets Ovfren apart from others that he needs to go?”

As Laad looked at him,
Ogorec turned his head away unable to look back for fear he’d see some quizzical look on his face.

“
There is nothing,” he lied unable to speak the truth, which was more so to watch over him, as well as, not have him so far away, he briskly turned to leave, but when he did Laad stopped him.

“
Ogorec,” he had to call out quickly, because Ogorec was almost out of his tent in an instant, “If you are troubled you may speak of it?”

“
The guild Ovfren fought bravely with me, but is still unseasoned,” Ogorec answered while holding the flap, with his body half in and half out of it where he had paused, “I merely reasoned it good to have him with us should they be unfriendly and attack, and if so ripen his skill?”

“
I understand your reason.” He nodded believing him, “Replace one of the others with Ovfren.”

Later, as the men filled their skins to leave early morning, Ogorec found Ovfren by stream.

“Ovfren a word,” he said calmly from his horse, and at once, Ovfren got on his horse and followed him.

Once he made certain
he rode far enough away from the ears of others, Ogorec stopped and got down from his horse, but he stalled in what he had to say by kneeling on one knee and pulling up the tall grass beneath him.

“
Yes,” Ovfren urged, when after several minutes Ogorec hadn’t spoken.

“
You will ride with us when the sun rises,” Ogorec finally blurted as he now tossed the grass about.

Ovfren huffed loudly, and knew the reason.

“From our first you have had me under you, and I could say even before,” Ovfren’s slightly annoyed reply at Ogorec’s overly guard of him, “Nothing is going to befall me. I can defend myself.”

Ogorec looked up to him and half smiled from what he now knew was beyond his control.

“I watch over you and it is well beyond me to stop it now,” he admitted, “Well beyond.”

“
Can I ask why?” Ovfren asked. His eyes fixed on Ogorec, who steadily pulled at the grass.

“
I am not one to speak my words well of what is within me,” another confession from Ogorec.

“
I have heard your words spoken to me well,” Ovfren replied, bringing up Ogorec’s words, as he moaned and spoke while he moved inside him, “And feverishly.”

“
Words spoken at times are not the same as spoken at other times,” Ogorec’s retort, as he now stood.

“
But what words you did speak,” Ovfren questioned from his comment, “Was there truth in them?”

Ogorec sighed turning to look out at the sky, then when he turned back to look at Ovfren, the stare from his piercing foreign eyes burning through him as he waited for an answer, made him only able to confess the truth.

“I confess,” he spoke freely, “This time with you has pleased me, but we both know there is another I have known for a greater time that I must-”

“
You can stop your words there, “Ovfren interrupted. Feelings of hurt and anger striking him like hard blows, “It was foolish of me to believe I could be more to you than passing pleasure.”

Ogorec
’s body slumped, realizing Ovfren heard his words wrong, yet he was at a loss of what to say to change them.

“
I gather in their camp, the nomads have young women,” he spewed spitefully, “Perhaps I will take one;” then rode off before Ogorec could speak.

At once, Ogorec
’s body straightened as his mood became dark with jealousy. “Ovfren!”

Ogorec waited for him to turn, but he did not.
“Ovfren! Stop! I command you!”

Obeying O
gorec’s command, Ovfren stopped, but he did not ride back to him; instead, he sat and waited to hear what he had to say.

Only taking a few steps forward, Ogorec yelled angered.
“Much is my jealousy Ovfren. Do not try me!”

“
Jealousy!” he shouted back, “Haughty you are to deny me anyone, but be able to pleasure yourself with both Belon and me.”

“
Ovfren, reason the meaning of my words,” Ogorec said more calmly, knowing his spewed words were because he felt wounded, “Why I want you riding with me and speak of jealousy with such avowal can only be for one reason...”

Unable to finish his words, still wounded Ovfren again began to ride away, until Ogorec began to speak again. “
I love you, Ovfren.”

Abruptly, Ovfren stopped almost jolting himself forward off his hor
se, as Ogorec words swept over him like a mighty wind, and although he wanted to ride back to him and kiss him madly as one would a lover parted for a long time, he did not. Instead, he sat and looked at him.

When he did
, slowly Ogorec got on his horse and rode to him. His way with Ovfren unlike his way with Belon, which always careful to keep his feelings under control and at a level he felt safe, he spoke freely to, and of the one deep in his heart.

“
Again I confess Ovfren,” he willingly expressed how he felt, looking right into his face, “From the first I have fought to crush inside me what I began to feel for you that night you spoke of love, but I could not. My days and nights are joyful and passionate with you, and I tell you from it, I let you reach inside me such that I love you.”

“
Was it so dreadful to speak such words to me?” Ovfren asked, as he felt his heart beat with pulsing joy throughout his entire body.

“
Now that they have been released from me,” Ogorec answered, as he relaxed, “No.”

“
Then speak.”

“
I have spoken,” he said, “You do try me at times. Your youthful teasing is much for this seasoned hard warrior.”

Ovfren wouldn
’t let him off the hook that easily, he wanted to hear more from Ogorec of how he felt about him.

“
From the first I have confessed my heart leaving it open for the wound you gave it,” he reminded him. His expression again serious, “Those words back to me I want to hear.”

“
I love you, young Ovfren,” he willingly easily said, as he relaxed even more, “I confess it.”

“
Let us ride well away from all to the tall trees,” Ovfren suggested resisting his want to seize him at that very moment after he spoke, “Follow me to it Ogorec.”

“
And I want nothing greater right now than that as well.” Ogorec unhappily sighed, “But we ride out early, you should rest.”

“
Rest,” Ovfren repeated surprised unable to believe he just denied him, “I cannot sit on this horse without pain my want is so great. How can you for a moment believe I can rest?”

“
Ovfren,” Ogorec said, about to deny him again.

“
I vow to rise early and not complain,” Ovfren added right away to sway him, “But you cannot speak such words and believe we will part with ease.”

Ogorec looked at Ovfren. He too unable to sit upon his horse without pain kne
w his want for him was just as great. Without words, he turned from him and began to ride towards the tall trees.

Ovfren followed.

**

Early
that morning
Laad and the men set out while Baric, Ogorec, and the others rode towards the nomad tribe’s camp.

“
What is it that you seek, my lord?” Ogorec asked Baric, as they rode.

“
The one who saved my life,” Baric answered, “For such a deed her village banished her and made her wander the land. Perhaps some showed her mercy and took her in.”

“
Far reaching hope that is indeed,” he said doubtful.

“
Far reaching or not.” Baric resolved, “My mind will not rest until I have done all within me to try.”

Once they reached the top of a hill, they heard a horn blow.

“They are announcing us,” Ogorec said warily; then raised his sword for all to be ready for an attack.

“
Look,” Baric said quickly when he saw someone riding towards them, “We are being greeted.”

Ogorec raised his arm again and turned his sword sideways, and after the men put away their swords, he and Baric rode to
meet the man who carefully kept his distance waiting for them to meet him halfway.

“
What shall we offer?” Ogorec asked, as he rode alongside Baric.

“
Let us wait and hear his words,” Baric’s answered.

Once they got in front of him, he said nothing for a
while, as he looked at Ogorec and Baric, then after he again looked at Baric, and saw the crest around his neck was the same as the banners some of the men carried, spoke only to him.

“
Our tribe is the Gemod Tribe,” he now spoke first.

“
The Gemod Tribe,” Baric repeated, as he looked at him cordially nodding his head to make sure he understood him.

“
Yes,” he said, “We are a peaceful tribe and move from place to place.”

Although, he sounded cordial enough, something about him, or maybe how he spoke made Ogorec
not trust him.

“
If you move along to far north you will have to pay a toll to the King of Worrlgen,” Ogorec warned him, the tone in his voice far from friendly to make certain he knew he meant it, “And the punishment is great for those who use the land and do not pay.” 

“
But we do not seek to bring anyone harm,” Baric added, as he gave Ogorec a quick look for his obvious hostility, “Our reason here now is to seek a woman.”

“
Who do you seek?”

“
This woman,” Baric answered, his mind reflecting on what he could remember, “Fair haired with blue eyes and a voice as pleasing as a song, may have joined you as she wandered from the lowlands.”

“
We have had many join us,” he said, “And they come from many places.”

Disappointed, Baric looked at him.
“If it is of no trouble we would like to see those who have joined you less than three full seasons.”

Warily, the man looked past Baric and Ogorec towards to the band of men behind him concerned for his safety when he noticed not one, but all had swords, axes, spears and k
nives somewhere on their body.

“
If the answer is no what will you do?”

“
All I ask is to look,” Baric simply asked, and nodded to Ogorec who stuck two fingers into a pouch that hung off his belt; then gave Baric another look, and after an approving node, took out several gold coins.

Spurring his horse a few paces forward, he faced the man and thumbed several of them into the air one by one.

“All I ask is to look,” Baric said, as the coins twirled high.

As his eyes followed them from the air to where they l
anded, which was right next to his horse’s hooves, he jumped down, then took his horn off his belt and blew it several times.

“
I am Foede,” he introduced himself, as he quickly tucked the coins into his sleeve, “Welcome.”

“
We will follow you.” Baric nodded.

Filled with hope, Baric followed Foede; but Ogorec looked at Umer before he followed too.

“Have the footmen wait just outside their camp and stay alert,” he ordered, “The other guilds follow.”

As they descended the hilltop, when Baric looked down, he sa
w men, women, and children busily going about the daily duties, cooking, cleaning, and washing. 

“
How long do you camp in one place?” he asked as he looked at them, noticing their camp looked like upcoming clan of its own, and traveling had to slow at best, “You have many among you.”

“
We camp as long as Gemon wills it then move on,” Foede answered.