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Tale of the Winter Prince

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A Commemorative Speech

The Dirion stood at the foot of the stage, which was erected for the upcoming event, the first holiday feast in his village since he was an elfling. The sixteen year-old elf prince wiped the thin veneer of nervous sweat from his brow as he thought about the upcoming speech that he would be making that night in front of his town's entire populace.

The teen held his furry shawl around his robe clad body and said to himself, "Tonight is the big night: the first Winter Solstice celebration in almost twenty years." A heat of anxiety filled his frame from his toes to the tips of his pointed ears flanking his golden locks, causing his fair skin to turn a soft hue of pink. "And I have to give a commemorative speech since I lived through both eras...I'm not ready, and I don't know what I'm supposed to say." He felt himself trembling, not from the snow that was currently falling and covering the hamlet, but from his increasing sense of dread for the village-wide banquet, which was just a few short hours away.

"Dad and Nathan are counting on me, but I can't do it...I need to relax, but then I won't be ready when the time comes. What do I do? EEP!" The awkward adolescent jerked when he felt an unexpected hand on his shoulder.

***

Dirion lay nude on his back on a bed covered in gossamer, green sheets as the panted in anticipatory lust. His fair skin was covered in a veil sweat from the heat he felt inside of his young body. The feel of the ghostly, white hand on his youthful, erect member elicited a moan from within him.

A soft chuckle accompanied by a, "Feeling relaxed now, my prince?" sounded in his ear.

The elf sat up and protested gently. "Lord Frost, you don't have to call me that."

The teen's eyes gazed upon the King of Winter, who was now naked, exposing his snow hued body to the lad. Despite his thousands of years in age, the immortal overseer of winter looked to be in his early twenties. His skin was as smooth as silk; his short hair was as soft as goose down; and his sapphire eyes reflected the nervous lad's visage.

The elder male was on his knees and gently caressing the elf's fair member. He rested his free hand on the youth's cheek and declared, "But you are a prince. Your father married my son, the Winter Prince, and you are now part of the royal lineage." As he continued to speak, the Snow King gently rubbed his grandson's cheek. "That is one reason you were chosen for this auspicious occasion; not only have you witnessed both eras, but you also represent the people's hopes and dreams for the realm's future rule of peace."

The boy took the palm at his cheek and held it with both of his slightly trembling hands. "I'm sorry, Grandfather Frost, but I can't think of what I should say. I was a stone statue for the last decade. How can I...?"

The boy's worried words were cut off by the surprise feel of the immortal's lips upon his own. With one hand on the teen's chest and another on the back of his neck, the Snow King carefully laid the boy on his back. After a moment, he broke the loving liplock. He looked into the eyes of the elfin youth and presented a soft smile as he said, "Don't fret about that now. You still have a few hours, and I can fill in what you don't know. For now, rest your weary head and let me release your worries."

The palm on the boy's chest returned to his quivering member and took a firm hold, eliciting a needy whimper from the lad. Jack Frost stood and straddled the boy before he temporarily freed his grasp of the boy's flesh spear to place his own member with the adolescence's. After taking both penises in his hand, be began to lightly pump up and down around the phalluses in his grip.

The heat of the contact, along with the tightness and friction of his grandfather's hand, drove Dirion to pant as he gripped the emerald sheets in his hands and bucked upwards in and attempt to feel more pleasure. Allowing himself to let the moment guide him, the elf let go of the sheets ran his hands up the immortal's chest. When he reached the Snow King's ice hard nipples, he fondled and pinched the white nubs, and act which caused the elder man to moan and double his pumping.

Soon, both males moaned as they rapidly approached climax. The King of Winter fell forward and planted his free hand just beside the teenager's head to steady himself over the boy. Words were not needed, as their bodies were in perfect tune with each other. Jack Frost reared his head back; Dirion thrust upward as hard as he could; and their moans echoed in the tiny room as they simultaneously orgasmed, both members spurting forth and painting the younger male's chest.

The white hued immortal lay himself down on top of the boy and pressed their mouths together into a moan-filled dance of their tongues as the warmth of the fresh seed sandwiched between them spread between their torsos.

The elder male repositioned them both on their sides and embraced his grandson as they continued their kiss. After their lips separated, Jack Frost pulled Dirion's head into his neck and rubbed the boy's back with both hands as the younger male wrapped his arms tightly around the immortal's neck.

After a few slow moments of post-orgasmic silence and intimacy, the Snow King declared, "Now that your mind is at ease, I'll tell you everything that happened in regards to the holidays during the Black Serpent's rule."

***

A focused beam of moonlight shined upon the darkened stage, and the members of the audience, who were sitting at rows of banquet tables, went silent as the teenaged elf walked onto the platform. The white tunic he wore presenting a soft, reflective glow of the spotlight, the prince took a deep breath after a moment of silence and said in a cheerfully confident voice, "Let me tell you a story about the history of this most celebrated of holidays in our realm.

"For centuries upon centuries in this, our treasured kingdom,

the Winter Solstice was the start of our Christmas holidays.

Planning and preparation for weeks upon weeks

were all for the commencement of our ancestral ways.

"Cooking cuisine, decorating domains, and practicing processions--

enveloping every member of every town--

all in the hopes of all and of one,

especially for a visit from Lord Jack Frost, wearer of the snow crown.

"Year after year, to one fortunate city,

the King of Winter would come

to join the feast that would start it all,

the most fabled time of year for everyone.

"He'd come to the lucky hamlet just before the beginning of dusk,

and the town would entertain and honor him from until the very break of dawn.

A town encompassing feast, a street consuming parade,

and a skating party for all the populace were where the fun was drawn.

"After the king's departure and a day of rest,

the preparations for the season of giving would start,

and the lucky town would race to join the rest of the realm

for the coming of St. Nicholas, the scion of giving in every heart.

"Much the same as in other worlds,

trees and stockings would be lovingly placed.

Girls and boys would count their deeds

in hopes of their wishes being granted, box and wrapping encased."

Dirion's jovial tone abruptly stopped to a silent pause. He scanned the audience, which was on baited breathe, for signs of approval. His gaze locked with that of Jack Frost's, who sat in the center of the final row and returned a warm smile in response.

The elfin prince presented a solemn, somber expression and broke his silence. "All would not be happy for long."

"For uncountable years this was the tradition,

until one of the utmost fateful of days.

Extoros, the Black Serpent, captured the king

and asserted his new rule in the most horrible of ways

"'A world that is always winter and never Christmas.'

That was his foremost command.

Thus, he and his underlings, thirsty for dominance,

forced the destruction of the holidays upon the land.

"In every village--both big and small--Christmas

was destroyed, not a trace was left.

Every decoration, every tree, every song, and every routine;

Every spirit shattered; every heart bereft.

"The Dark Snake's rule was so ruthless,

Even private holiday gatherings were against his laws.

The few brave souls to do even this...

experienced death by his very own claws.

"However, what each and every living creature took the hardest,

just as unbelievable as the cause,

is the voluntary absence of the Christmas Spirit himself,

the infinitely generous Santa Claus.

"Yes, for well over a decade,

this tragic fact was true.

Until the reptile's rule began to crumble,

Master Cringle was also lacking in the season's spiritual hue."

Dirion took another planned pause to look into the crowd. He changed his voice again. This time he adopted a hopeful and inspirational voice. The prince started softly and grew louder with every stanza. "However, there came a ray of hope."

"When things looked their darkest

and faith's voice was void of sound,

the Winter Prince and his protectors freed Jack Frost,

and Extoros' head was lifeless on the ground.

"A few months have passed,

thus leading us to here.

We've revived our customs

and worked hard for a new season and era of cheer.

"Everyone in our fabled realm--

Elf, furry, scaly, and avian--

has placed their hopes and dreams

to revitalize traditions again.

"We also should not forget,

thanks to the writing and storytelling of a brave few,

that our ancestral recipes, routines, and reveries

can now be practiced anew.

"We are also blessed,

for, in addition to our Winter King,

the Winter Prince and his protectors

have come to our humble village visiting.

"Now that our preparations are at an end

and everyone has taken his or her seat,

we can put the times of darkness behind us

and commence the renewed holiday. Let's Eat!"

The crowd stood up and gave the boy a thunderous round of applause. After taking a gracious bow, the elf prince took his leave of the stage and joined his family at the back row and took his place beside the King of Winter, who led the entire village in a toast. With a beautiful memory to start off his new life, Dirion looked forward to the bright future that he and his realm would have from that moment on.