The Rise of The Black Fox Prologue


Lighting flashed in the sky above the sacred temple of Apollo, the god of music and enlightenment. The temple has been abandoned for years and even in the darkness it could be seen that the once gleaming marble was falling apart. Thunder quickly followed its partner of storms that filled the air with a foreboding rumbling that even made the earth quake in fear. Located on top of a hill, the long grass waved under the continuous pelt of rain and wind.

For a brief moment, the dark angry clouds parted to reveal a half a dozen Greek hoplites slowly advancing on the temple, cloaked by the shadow of darkness. Like the temple, the countryside seemed to be slowly dying as the hoplites softly waded through the sickly grass. Exhausted from their travels from the city of Athens to Corinth, the sacred warriors had a mission to fight a fearsome enemy. The elite of the hoplite army, they were chosen by Athena herself to battle an ancient sorcerer and bring justice to his long list of crimes.

Alexandros motioned for his men to stop as the finally reached the front of the temple. They had arrived in Corinth much earlier, when the sun shone on the land. After talking with the citizens of one of Greece’s great city-states, they had decided to bring their fight to the sorcerer in the cloak of darkness. The temple looked completely deserted with no signs of life inside of it. “We must be careful.” He whispered to his men. “Mavros possesses powerful magic. We must catch him by surprise if we are to have a chance to destroy him.”

The other warriors nodded silently as they crept into the temple. Legends say that Mavros Alepou has been responsible for the disappearance of many fine warriors. Most of the population thought it was only wild stories. They have seen black magic before but the gods always protected them. In the stories, no one knows what happens to his victims just that they were never seen again. It was when the Greek Prince, Erasmus vanished that they began to believe in the legends of Mavros Alepou. The King consulted with the Oracle and found that his son had become the sorcerer’s latest victim. After he pleaded with the Goddess Athena to aid him in his revenge, Alexandros and his men were chosen by the goddess herself to finally defeat the ancient evil of Mavros.

The temple was completely ransacked as they crept inside. They years of abandonment had brought the lowest of scum to loot the temple. It was hard to believe that a powerful sorcerer made this temple his home. The darkness inside threatened to overtake them as they fanned out to explore the fallen place of worship. They did not dare light any torches as they could not risk any sign of discovery. This is why they traveled in the darkest of the night so they would not lose the element of surprise.

Alexandros slowly crept through the darkened hallway towards the main chamber of worship. The normal reassurance of being in the place of the gods was missing and it filled his heart with a void that led him to despair. The hoplite warrior could feel the evil that had taken over this place. He quietly shook off that feeling of helplessness as resolve filled him. He would slay the monster that took his prince. He had made that vow to Athena herself and he would not fail.

As the hoplite made his low and quiet advance, he noticed that the chill of the night seemed to fade away as a flush filled his body. Alexandros told himself that this was just the anticipation of battle that caused the gradual warmth of his body. For anticipation had indeed sent his senses reeling and his heart pounding in his chest. His whole body tingled with the desire to drive his sword through the evil sorcerer’s heart. A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek as he slowly made his way towards the center of the temple to battle the evil monster that kidnapped and killed his prince.

When he finally reached the door to the main temple, Alexandros was tingling with anticipation for battle. His breath quickened as he gathered his resolve to enter this fight. His senses seemed more alive than usual as he slowly opened the door. The main hall of the temple was brightly lit with torches of dancing flames lined every wall. It was bright as day in this sacred room dedicated to worshiping the god, Apollo. Alexandros was blinded as he stepped from almost absolute darkness into what seemed to be day light. How could they not see these lights from the outside of the temple?

As his eyes slowly adjusted, he saw that this room was not in disarray like the rest of the temple. The marble of the walls and pillars gleamed as they were just cleaned and polished. This looked like the throne room of an emperor and not at all like an abandoned temple. The hoplite drew his sword and cautiously looked around. There were no shadows to hide in and his planned element of surprise vanished like the darkness of night. Alexandros would have to be careful to not get ensnared in the Mavros’ magic.

As Alexandros walked to the center of the room, he could feel the tingling in his body go from a trickle to a flood. His senses seemed to explode in a sensitivity that he never experienced. There was warmth in the room that seemed to invade every part of his body.
A gentle breeze wrapped around him and caressed him like an old lover.

“Welcome to my home, young man,” a deep voice said to the hoplite as he turned to face the back of the room. The voice was the most beautiful sound Alexandros ever heard and he felt his heart start to race as he nervously faced the master of this temple.

“Mavros Alepou!” Alexandros said defiantly. “I have come from the orders of Athena to bring the god’s justice to your black soul.” He had to use all his willpower even to utter those words as he felt his resolve falter. Everything in his body wanted to just enjoy the bombardment of sensations that have begun to hit his body.

“I see,” that beautiful deep voice said with mirth. “Did she choose you herself? If so I must thank her for such a lovely gift.”

The hoplite took a step back as the man he was hunting stepped into the light. A man of middle years and medium height stood before him. He was dressed in a simple red and black robe that showed his lean muscles in all the right places. His deep black hair was cut short with a streak of white at each of his temples. Mavros’ piercing emerald green eyes seemed to see into his soul.

Alexandros gasped as he dropped his sword and took a step back. His eyes could not move as he drank in the beauty and virility of the sorcerer before him. He never found any man attractive before in his life, but looking at the sorcerer that he had pledged to kill he could not help but to feel a strong attraction to his sworn enemy. He knew he did not stand a chance against his foe and hoped with all his soul that his men would find him before his will crumbled before this evil man.

Mavros took a step towards him and motioned for the hoplite to come to him. Although his mind screamed to run away, he slowly walked over to the man he was supposed to kill. His body refused to listen to his mind’s protests. Like a puppet on strings, Alexandros obeyed the commands of the foul but incredibly gorgeous sorcerer.

“Let’s see what kind of gift Athena has brought me this time.” The sorcerer said softly as he gently lifted the helmet off the warrior’s head.

Alexandros softly moaned as the touch of this intoxicating man sent waves of pleasure through his body. To his horror, his cock seemed to come alive and began to thicken between his muscled legs.

Mavros lifted his chin up and he began to lose himself staring into those beautiful eyes of his enemy. His shoulder length light brown hair had tumbled out of his now discarded helmet and the sorcerer can see his full face.

“Athena has chosen her champion well. You are definitely up to my standards.”

The hoplite shuddered as he felt the evil man admire him as he would a new lover. He was helpless to move as he felt his armor and clothes slowly taken off his body. The small part of his mind that was still his screamed in revulsion as the rest of his body drank in the pleasure of being touched and stripped by the sorcerer.

Soon he was completely naked and his muscular body was totally exposed to his enemy. Mavros slowly circled around him taking a slow inspection of his body. Years of training in the army had sculpted his body full of thick muscles and incredible strength. His strength meant nothing as he could not move a muscle to strike at the evil man who easily captured him. His only hope is that some of his hoplites will find them soon.

Even more fearsome of being totally naked and helpless before the man he was supposed to kill was that his cock was rock hard and seemed to salute his enemy. He had been admired by many men in his few years in the army, but it never bothered him. Many men in the army felt attraction to other men and this was normal throughout the city of Athens. While he himself never felt a sexual attraction to other man, he took it as a compliment when any man admired him. He had no idea why his cock betrayed him now, but as waves of pleasure soared through his body he felt himself awash with sexual desire.

Mavros stood before him once again and softly kissed him on the lips. “You should feel honored boy that you are up to my standards. Few get a chance to serve me as you soon will.” He said softly as his lips once against brushed against the helpless hoplite.

Alexandros moaned as he yearned to be kissed by this gorgeous man. The sorcerer smiled as he granted the hoplites wish and kissed him again. The evil man broke the kiss off and took a step back and let his robe drop to reveal his naked body. Although he was not as muscled, his body was a covered with a leaner muscle that the hoplite could not help but to admire. He felt that he could cum right then and there, as the pleasure he felt intensified up to a level that he never thought possible. All thoughts of escape and rescue fled from his mind as he yearned to make love to the man he once thought as his enemy.

Mavros pulled him tight against his body as he kissed him even more passionately than before. Alexandros wanted to ravish the sorcerer but his body stubbornly refused to listen to his desires. As the evil man broke off the kiss, he trailed slowly down the righteous hoplite’s body exploring every part of this chest and stomach.

The helpless hoplite cried out as his enemy took each of his nipples in his mouth and kissed them like they were his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the added pleasure to the torrent that he already felt threatened to tear him apart. Although he was experienced in the art of making love, he felt like a virgin the way he quivered with delight.

As the sorcerer reached his painfully hard and dripping cock, Alexandros cried out as he felt the man’s warm mouth start to suck on it. Unable to move, his body shook as the most incredible sensation that he ever felt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. Mavros’ mouth explored every inch of his cock as he sucked his cock with skill that compared to nothing that a woman had done to him before.

Alexandros screamed as his balls began to build pleasure signaling that he was about to shoot his seed. As he came into his enemy’s mouth, he continued to scream as the pleasure he felt threatened to tear apart his body. His orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as his cock shot his seed into Marvros’ mouth and throat in greater amounts that he ever experienced.

As the last of his orgasm fades, the hoplite stumbled back and collapsed on the floor. Every part of his body felt numb as the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm in his life filled his body with euphoria. All his other sexual escapades seemed horrible compared to the feelings of pleasure that invaded his body tonight.

He stared up as the ceiling as he basked in the glorious pleasure of afterglow. His vision was suddenly obscured as Mavros leaned over him. Alexandros gasped at what he saw. The sorcerer seemed to be 10 years younger. His black hair was completely without any white hairs and all his wrinkle seemed to retreat. The muscles of his body seemed to tighten up as it quickly resembled a man in the prime of his life instead of the mature man who seduced him.

“Thank you for your generous gift, my boy. I haven’t had a meal like this in years. Send my regards to Athena when you see her.”

Alexandros could not move as the sorcerer went from his line of sight. His afterglow faded after a time and he felt his breathing becoming shallower. The light headedness of what he thought was a result of his orgasm stayed with him as he felt the brightness of the room slowly began to fade. As the darkness slowly consumed him, his last thought as a wish that Athena would not hate him for failing in his mission.

The hoplite warriors burst into the center of the temple ready to meet the evil sorcerer in combat. However the almost pitch black room was as completely silent as the rest of the temple. Mavros must not have been here, they reasoned as they searched the deserted remains of the room. This room looked as disrepair as the rest of the temple. When they reached the center of the room, they gasped as they found the body of what was left of their leader. His dead eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling as his naked body was cold with the touch of death. As his men dressed their leader back into his armor, they solemnly carried him back to their native city of Athens. Their mission had failed and they lost their best warrior. Mavros Alepou was still at large and their efforts have been wasted.

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