A deafening silence filled the expanse.
Long sedges swayed in the direction of the light breeze. The swamp waters parted, causing wild ripples as a black bull with three horns and a long, fluffy tail adjusted its position to get closer to its dinner.
It couldn't have known.
Its peripheral vision didn't reach the archer's position; otherwise, it would have seen a spark of white light reflecting on the sharp tip of an arrow.
The man pulling the arrow was calm, steady, and silent. Nothing else could be heard except ragged breathing and the cry of the bowstring straining from being pulled back. The distance was far, his grip hard.
'Steady… It's alone. If I make this kill, it's a party for sure,' he thought.
Whoosh!
The silence broke as the arrow whisked through the air and stopped right in the middle of a rosebud… No… Not a rose…
"Are you fucking kidding me, Gerald?" a red-haired man with bright red eyes, sitting on a tree to the left of the crouched archer, said with an irritated expression. "Its ass?"
Gerald burst out laughing as he replied.
"Wasn't on purpose, I swear. I aimed for its left eye but the wind… y'know. Anyway, I laced that baby with Tythin. It'll fall in a few minutes," Gerald replied with a devious smile.
He rose from his crouched position, his brown boots digging deeper into the mud. He was a very handsome, tall man with brown eyes, tanned skin, and dirty blonde hair tied in a bun. His bulging muscles could be seen accentuating his tightly fitted shirt.
The tight denim pants did nothing to hide his buttocks, and his beard did nothing to hide his chin, which looked like the craftsmanship of a sculptor. He was truly a man worthy of the title.
"Uh-huh… Right… The damn wind didn't stop you from beating Holly Winters in the archirest every year, 'Bullseye' Gerald of Killedge."
"James, come on… I was just lucky. She's the true talent. Have you seen the way her ass begs to be free of her pants? What. A. Woman," he said with a wide grin.
The red-haired man jumped down from the tree branch. He was slightly shorter in comparison but also had a lean build that wouldn't lose to his partner.
He wore a brown hat and a blue shirt with its cuffs folded almost to his elbows, revealing pale, muscular forearms. His black boots hid the hem of his black pants, which also held a tight behind.
James approached his partner with an unassuming look. No words left his slightly chapped lips. He came up behind Gerald and hit the back of his neck with little effort.
"Talk about my sister like that again, and I'll replace your eyes with that bull's. Maybe then you'll feel deserving of the title."
Gerald's face paled a little as he rubbed his neck.
"Okay… Damn, it was just a joke."
"Until it isn't… I once caught you making whoopee with the Archon's daughter in their stables."
Gerald looked up, deep in thought. He slung his bow over his left arm and head, sighed, then walked towards where the bull ran off to while James followed.
"That was different. She came onto me first, and she was an adult."
"It was at her birthday party, and she had just turned eighteen. Imagine what Archon Duncan would have done to you if he found out that you popped his only daughter's cherry."
Gerald held his head in his hands.
"The whore didn't bleed, and get off my behind. I already beat myself off… I mean up… I beat myself up about it enough," he said, his hands shielding the devious grin on his face.
"You are unbelievable."
Absolutely unbelievable.
*
Sometime later, the sound of horseshoes and a deep, resonant rumble made from wheels turning on the ground could be heard across the valley.
Two men: One, so pale that a snowflake could lay camouflaged on his skin, could be seen sitting at the front of a wagon and holding the reins to steer the horses pulling it.
The other, a tanned-skinned gentleman with a chiselled jawline, was humming a tune while gripping the horns of a bull and making an up-down motion. The corners of his lips were curled up, forming a grin as he continued his deviant act.
The man steering the wagon looked back and shouted, "Stop jerking off the bull horns, you fucking idiot!"
Gerald laughed and said in a mocking tone, "I'm just checking if it can produce milk from other places."
James looked at him with a blank expression.
"It's dead. And it's a bull, not a cow…"
"You'd know, since you wake up beside one every day."
"That's my wife you're talking about. Argh, I knew I should have taken Holly instead!"
Gerald pouted and stuck his tongue out at him.
"Grown-ass man acting like a child," James said, facing the road again.
The wagon went into a group of tall trees that strangely bordered the grain valley from which they came. A few minutes later, they left the forest of tall trees, and a large city encircled by the forest and a tall wall with a tall gate came into view.
In the middle of the city, a crimson spire at least a kilometre tall stood—beside it, two tall, slightly shorter trees stood, shielding it from the sun. It was a beautiful sight.
Two gigantic statues stood on opposite sides of the gate. The statues depicted a cat-like creature. Apart from its normal feline features, the cat had a horn at the centre of its head and a tail that spread out like flames.
Gerald looked at his friend, who was drinking out of a can, and said, "Do you think the Panine horn will pour out milk since they are all female?"
James choked and coughed. The slight scare made him pull the reins, causing the horses to move left sharply. He quickly got his bearings and pulled them back on course.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? If the Archon hears of this, you'll be hung by your dick."
Gerald blinked, surprised.
"I know I have a long cock, but it's definitely not long enough to tie around my neck."
James sighed, then looked up at the tall gates. He cursed under his breath and waved at the guards. The gates opened shortly after, and the horses pulled the wagon into the city.
In the dead of night, somewhere in the middle of Killedge city, a room was brightly lit with a blue hue from the light of two moons intruding through the windows.
Female moans could be heard echoing in the room, a soft tone, slightly cracked, overlapping the other female's moans.
A white sheet was sprawled across the granite floor – underneath, half of denim pants could be seen. On it, two pink linen night gowns with sunflower patterns laid carelessly.
"Ah… Yes… Please, Fitz… your fingers do wonders but I think I need…" a blonde woman with grey eyes, massive tits said with tears in her eyes.
She was laid beside a younger blonde girl with petite breasts that was cupped by the man's right hand.
"Shut up! Spray me if you want this cock! Your… daughter… came already… so she gets it first," Fitz said interrupting. "Your used up snatch is slacking off so it's getting punished."
She looked at him with delight.