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Taran stepped out of the small cavern and stood, leaning against the edge. "Good afternoon, my old friend."

Dorath frowned. "I do not consider us to be friends."

Taran smiled. "But I do, my friend. Finish your meal, and then I will show you the treasure in the cave. It is more valuable than any amount of gold." Taran paused for a moment. "After meeting you, I went on a journey of discovery. Without your assistance, that journey would never have been possible, my friend. I thank you."

Dorath looked puzzled, but the word "treasure" seemed to perk him up. He finished his meal, and Taran led him inside the cavern. "Behold," said Taran. "The Mirror of Llunet. Take a good, long look, my friend. It shows not merely your surface reflection, but what you really are."

Dorath stared into the pool for several minutes, lost in thought at what he saw. Finally, he stepped out of the cave, and Taran followed. "Thank you... my friend," Dorath murmured, in a puzzled yet sincere tone.

"You did not see a bandit in the pool," Taran replied. It was a statement, not a question.

"Correct," responded Dorath.

The two of them joined Gurgi and headed for the realm of King Smoit. After Taran explained the situation, Dorath was settled in a cabin on a small piece of land bordered by a river, with a wild forest on the other side. He could fish and hunt, and he would learn how to grow crops. The land was equally distant from the homes of Gast and Goryon, and a twenty-minute walk from the farm of Aeddan and Alarca. Dorath frequently consulted with them for advice on how to live his new life.

[Five years later]

Dorath had settled in nicely. His crops were growing well, he still hunted and fished, and he had acquired a wife -- Meinwen, a slender brunette, whose slim frame made a nice contrast to Dorath's well-muscled one. She had been about to marry another farmer, but he had been fatally gored by a bull the year before, and after a fast courtship, she and Dorath had married three weeks ago. At just 22 years old, she was about ten years younger than her husband.

"I should like to bear children," she said at dinner one evening. "We can raise them to be farmers."

"And inherit our farm when we die," Dorath mused. "That is a good idea."

The two of them proceeded to the bedroom and removed their clothing, then got on the bed. They kissed, a long lover's kiss, and their tongues twined.

"Let me get your body ready for lovemaking," Dorath said. He slid his wife's body upwards along his and began gently kissing her perky breasts. She made pleased noises. He circled his tongue up from the base of her breasts to her nipples, then suckled and licked at the eraser-like points. She shivered slightly. He continued to kiss and suck on her breasts until he felt her shudder.

Dorath then repositioned Meinwen so that her pussy was against his lips. He licked along her slit util he could feel her juices start to flow, then slid his tongue between her folds. Meinwen squealed and her slim thighs pressed against her husband's head. He placed his hands on her small, firm butt and gently groped it as he began sliding his tongue in and out of her box. When she started to tense up, he drove his tongue deep inside her and began swirling it in circles. Meinwen gasped and her entire body seemed to shiver. Dorath sped that action of his tongue, and Meinwen's juices gushed onto his face.

"Now you're ready," Dorath grinned. His cock was pointing straight up, fully erect. Dorath helped Meinwen position herself so her dripping pussy was over it. She then lowered her body downwards, taking her husband's cock into her. Meinwen placed her small hands on Dorath's muscular chest, for balance, and began moving on his erect pole. He placed his hands on her hips and helped guide her. As she slid smoothly up and down, establishing a rhythm, his hips began moving with her. She quickly worked herself to an orgasm. When her pussy tightened around his cock, his balls began rapidly filling. He moved his hands to her butt and gripped her firmly as he thrust upwards into her eager hole. She wrapped her legs around his hips. When her body tensed again and her pussy spasmed around his rod, he filled her with his sperm.

After they recovered, he lifted her off him and placed her next to him. "I'll fill you up every night until we're sure you have a baby inside you, my love."

The next night, Meinwen took the initiative. She and her husband lay next to each other, naked, and she reached down to slowly stroke his dick. He in turn placed his large hand on her mound and began lightly rubbing along her slit with his thick fingers. Her body reacted on its own, and her legs spread. As her juices began flowing, Dorath slid first one, then a second finger inside her. Her small had was now wrapped around his cock and sliding up and down along it. Dorath steadily pumped his fingers in and out of his wife's eager pussy until she shuddered through an orgasm.

"I think you are ready for me inside you now, darling," he whispered.

"I would like a different position than yesterday," she said. "Just for some variety."

"I do not want to lie on top of you," he mused. "My body weight might crush you. Why don't you get on your hands and knees?"

Meinwen smiled and did so. Dorath got behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. She let out a happy squeak. Her husband started by moving slowly, then established a steady rhythm. His hands were on her hips, helping to hold her in place as he pumped her. She instinctively began pressing her slim body backwards, trying to get him as deep inside her as possible. He made smooth steady love to her as she quivered with pleasure. Her pussy muscles clamped around his cock as she climaxed. He paused to let her recover for an instant, then resumed his steady pace. He moved one had to wrap around her from behind as he leaned forward, cupping her firm breast and gently tweaking her nipple. She moaned softly at his touch. He dipped his head to lovingly kiss the back of her neck as he thrust in and out. Her body shivered through another potent orgasm, and this one set him off as he filled her eager box with his cum.

He waited until they were both recovered, then pulled out and lay down, setting her slim frame half on top of his strong one. She curled up with her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

[Ten years later]

"Is four enough, my love?" Dorath murmured as he kissed Meinwen's cheek lovingly.

"Yes, my darling husband," she replied. "Four is the perfect number."

Their two older children, both boys, were in the fields, helping out on the farm. Coll was the older, at nine: Craddoc, age six, admired his big brother. Angharad, age three, clung to her mother's leg as she looked up at the nursing infant, baby Achren, named for the enchantress who had sacrificed her life so that Taran -- now High King Taran -- could once and for all slay Arawn Death-Lord. Taran had just left, along with Aeddan and Alarca: it was his fifth visit to Dorath since becoming High King. It was he who had inspired the names of the children. All of them were named for people who he had encountered in his sundry adventures.

"Good," said Dorath. "I love you, darling."