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It was a morning in the first week after Louis's departure and Cian officially became Louis's Left Hand. He was walking down the palace from his room in the courtesans' quarter when he saw Arthur Gwent, a knight errant, jump out of a window while trying to wear his tunic, his head was still inside the cloth while his glistening sweaty abs were peeking out. He was one of the acclaimed knights in Francia, like Lancelot, and was notorious for charming the panties off the ladies right before jousting as their favor. Although Cian still couldn't see his face, he knew his identity from the signet on his ring. Not the Gwent house sigil, but the "Knight of our Lady" sigil, his title. When his head popped out of the tunic, Arthur, as handsome as they said, was surprised to see Cian there. It was no wonder why, despite being looked down upon, the ladies were willing to give him their panties in public. He was in his thirties with medium-length somewhat wavy hair and a soft beard along his jaw. He was drop-dead gorgeous with his perfect mixture of a manly and pretty face, wide soft but luscious mouth, and his small and little bit droopy eyes, but ever so lively. He was a hunk with all manner of descriptions. Although he was toned, his body didn't have too clear a definition that gave his body a soft and smooth appearance. Even the soft hair visible on the middle of his chest didn't make his skin any less smoother. His body was shaped and curvy at every single muscle, the biceps, the pecs, the abs, even the voluptuous ass, you name it. But most of the time, his killer dimple smile had already done the job without even needing to show his body. He was in his early thirties, but he looked younger. As an errant knight, Arthur was away when the Leinster came and he had only recently arrived at the court.
Both of them comically looked inside the window Arthur jumped out from, seeing a pair of legs spread apart with a cum filled pussy.
The woman was Lady Jayne Dupont who was in her early thirties and was considered as a hot MILF, sister to Sandor Dupont, a knight in Louis service, wife to Joshua Sterling, second born of a vassal house to the Crown. Joshua did not only have a tall and toned build, but he was also brilliant.
He was a handsome man with full cheeks and small lips and eyes on his oval face which paired well with his sharp nose. He had brunette short hair that he kept shaved on the side. He was only in his mid-twenties, but despite his age, he was savvy enough to lead all of the business ventures of his house despite the Sterling being a huge house with many capable members in both York and Francia.
He was also a sex addict and frequented brothels. A total pussy-hound and a generous man, he found many favors with the Leinsters as he showed the way around the Parisian brothels, from the famous ones such as the one owned by famous Hugo to the less desirable but cheap slum brothels.
He was royal with his money and house Sterling had a lot of it. With how close he was with the Leinster, it was a wonder how his ass was still untouched. The Leinster did teach him how to put his cock in a male knight's ass, and he seemed to find a specific taste in his male butt palate.
"I... was helping her... with... pest problem..." Arthur said, unconvinced himself.
"Aye, she must be very grateful to let you sow the third brat in her right after the second one."
Lady Jayne wasn't a slut like her husband was, but she wasn't chaste either. In her early life, she was married to another Sterling man and had with him three babies. However, she was also close with the late Sterling house head, Joshua's father, so there were rumors about both of them. As Lady Jayne loved to give and receive compliments, it wasn't hard for many to believe this rumor. When Lady Jayne's husband passed away, the late Lord Sterling married her to his second-born, Joshua, and with him, she had 2 babies: a girl and a boy. The boy was only born a few weeks ago, her fifth child and the second child to Joshua. Thanks to the medication provided by the new Court Physician, the recuperation that usually took a woman around two years now shortened to only a month, and in a few cases like Lady Jayne's, a week. Although she was pregnant when the Leinster came, that didn't stop Joshua from sharing her with his new friends.
Perhaps after her husband shared her with the Leinster, Jayne finally broke the last wall that blocked her to be a total slut. It didn't surprise Cian one bit to know that Arthur was the one who destroyed that wall.
"I wasn't the father of the boy!" Arthur spouted suddenly in a panic which made Cian raise his eyebrow. It was interesting to know that apparently Arthur and Jayne had been sleeping even before the Leinster came.
"I never said you were."
"Ehem, I think it's better if I leave." He said turning around to walk away, before he suddenly turned back and walked closer to Cian. Arthur leaned his handsome face closer to Cian in a conspiratory manner. "I haven't been here for months, but I heard talks, you know, I heard it was okay now... if... um... a lady got knocked up by someone who is not her husband and the crown will take care of the baby. Is that true?"
"Yes... it is one of the privileges reserved only for Louis's courtesans, for now. And only if the husband and the wife are willing, for the married one of course. For unmarried ladies, you just have to get their consent. I can tell you about some bullshit why he makes this a thing, but I know a lad when I see one, so I'll tell you a secret. He loves sex and wants everyone to have sex as well. So why wouldn't he help those who were born out of mutual love? He is the emperor after all. If you got Lady Jayne pregnant, as long as she is a willing participant, His Highness will accept the baby in this court." Cian said, wrapping his arm around Arthur's shoulder as he muttered his sentences. He had picked up a few things from his time in the court, Louis was clear about what was expected of Cian and he intended to deliver those expectations. If he had to go out of his shell to butter up some asses to help his husband, he would. And when he saw that the front pouch of Arthur's pants swelled up, he knew he had gained Arthur's trust.
"Oh, she is willing alright! She was the one who asked me to fuck her on her marital bed! And fucking cheers to that! Who would've thought the fucking sod split from his father's cock will be a fucking lad! Goddamit! I am fucking late to the party. I came and every fucking lady is pregnant! Heh, but I guess I am early to the party considering Jayne's first son is mine. I can't fucking wait to see that smug ass Sterling's face when he knows his heir is my brat! Wait, is my son still his heir or will it be my bastard?"
"Well, I won't lie to you bud, she got pregnant before Louis made the law and Joshua can always say he didn't consent for that baby. He can definitely make a case to disinherit him in front of Louis. And he probably could still demand further from you. But it's still up to Louis's decision."
"Fuck!" Arthur punched the wall and it was a wonder Jayne managed to remain sleeping with the noise Arthur made.
"Hey! Calm down, lad! Don't worry too much about it. In the end, Louis will be the one laying down the decision! If you're loyal to Louis, I can tell him a few good things about you if Joshua makes a case to him."
"Are you serious? Brother!" He fist-bumped Cian, "You can tell the emperor, I serve him with my vow as a knight and I will be faithful to him more than I've been with my ladies! If he wants me to give him another vow, I will gladly do so!"
Then he looked around again, making sure nobody heard them, "And I heard some talk as well. Is it true? About him favoring men? I am not assuming or anything right, but you know, if he does, you could add some bit about my cock and his action. No one ever complains, ask fucking Jayne right there. Hey, I am not assuming things about His Highness, I am his most loyal servant. But if he needs another kind of service, you know, a little bit of scratching down his bussy, I am a magic stick right here." He said grabbing his crotch.
"Ain't new to the shithole game, ain't cha?"
Wrapping his arm around Cian's shoulder, Arthur said, "Of course! I might be a cunt-fucker, but my cock craves tight bussies from time to time. Let me you, those male prostitutes got tight asses, but the real cock squeezers are the squires. Their dads want me to make a man out of their sons, and I do it in the most effective way possible, with a cock and cum deep in their gut. I am not stingy, I'll share with you if I have one at hand. Right now, I am free for the ladies. And his Highness, of course. What's your name again?"
"Cian."
"Cian, right, his Highness best man! I like you a lot! But I am going to spread my seeds around, you know, catching up with the game. Remember, tell him how good my cunt scratcher is! Catch you later, pal!" Arthur said running with a clear tent in his pants.
Not even a second after Arthur had gone, Cian heard the door to Jayne's room open and closed, when he looked, a blonde boy, no older than 13, entered the room. He was a servant from his clothes, his shirt at least since he didn't wear any trousers. He was tugging his steel-hard red angry 4"
cock which was ready for some action when he saw Cian across the window. He looked aghast and blood ran out of his face, but Cian just smiled and nodded for him to continue. The boy smiled before grabbing a fabric and covering bliss-out Jayne's eyes with it. He walked to Jayne's pussy, and dug Arthur's cum out of it before he jack-hammered into her roughly and, after a few minutes, refilled it with his own cum. He gave Cian's a thumb, but he wasn't done. He continued ravaging Jayne's body, who after sometimes awoke but thought it was Arthur since she couldn't see with her covered eyes and was too distracted by the cock hammering her cunt roughly to notice the difference in cock size.
The boy used every single part of Jayne's body for his pleasure, and Cian was enjoying the sight of the boy's tight ass contracting when he fucked.
It wasn't as good as Louis's ass, but he hadn't fuck any ass. Not that he intent on being unfaithful, not even when Louis wasn't around, but he got a dick and his dick had its own mind.
It was approximately two hours, Cian had walked out of his room before the sun even rose, and the sun was rising then. The boy finally dislodged his cock from Jayne and slapped her lightly to see if she was awake. Once he was sure she was not, he took off the fabric and plugged Jayne's cunt with it. He then turned to Cian, standing awkwardly with his pent-up dick hanging. Cian opened the window and threw the boy a gold coin. The boy was about to say thank you when Cian stopped him and motioned for him to leave, which the boy gladly and hastily did.
Cian continued on his way thinking, perhaps the brat wasn't Arthur's after all.
At another place before the sun was rising, another handsome hunk, albeit younger and a giant, was pacing back and forth in front of a door. His golden bang swayed back and forth as he paced while biting his nails. A couple of times, the giant Hercules, Percival, had mustered his courage to knock but chickened out right after. It was, perhaps, after his twentieth attempts the door suddenly opened and came out a lord and a pregnant lady out of the room, fully naked.
"Jean-Luc? Lady Janette?" Percival said when he saw who the two were knowing fully well he wasn't standing in front of the wrong room.
Jean-Luc Montberry is the husband of Lady Jannette Bonnaire. Montberry was a banner house sworn to house Carolingians, consisting of 4 members. Lord Jean-Luc was the house head, Gaspart Montberry the eldest in his teen who was married to Milleana Bonnaire, Josephina Montberry who was pre-teen, and Lambert Montberry, the youngest son who was still a child and a menace. Jean-Luc was in his mid-thirties, the same as his wife, with a slightly toned slender body and a black mustache and hair. He was a stern and awfully proud man who forced his son into a strict regime of being a knight.
Gaspart was a splitting image of him in his teenage years. He wasn't as handsome as Lancelot or Percival as he was cute, but he was soon to be known as a beast on the bed when Jean- Luc brought him to a brothel for his rite of passage. Gaspart didn't like it at first, and he continued to say he despised it, but once his dick was inside the whore, he was like a fish met water. He even had a bastard from the whore that his father accommodated. He knew how to rock his armor and lance beautifully, though he wasn't amazing at it. He was married to Milleana Bonnaire, an arranged marriage since Jean-Luc was best friends with Chris Bonnaire, the house head of House Bonnaire.
Milleana had given birth to Gaspart's first son and was carrying "his" second child.
It was a surprise to see Jean-Luc here as he wasn't the biggest fan of Damien. Jean-Luc who saw himself as a knight always thought of himself as the more honorable one and should be respected more than the like of Damien, a mere noble courtesan which he considered as a bunch of pansy faggots. In fact, he was one of the instigators of insults between the knights and the courtesans. He bullied Damien quite often, from blocking his way to wedging him in public. He did notice the wedge was somewhat close when the Leinster came, as the Leinster loved to party and the courtesans were best at partying and flattery, but Percival didn't realize the knights and the courtesans were spending the night together close.
"P-Percival!" Jean-Luc finally muttered, trying to cover his 5" steel rock-hard cock, but all it did was make Percival aware of his shaved pubes replaced by a "Leroux" tattoo, something that some Leinsters did to mark their "bitches". He also noticed the same tattoo also existed on Janette.
"Oh, hey there!"
It was Percival's heart time to skip a beat when he saw Mason appear; his face was heated and embarrassed even though he wasn't the one naked.
Mason wrapped his arm around Janette, cupping her breast, and kissed her before turning to Jean-Luc, slapping his ass.
"I don't know you're coming. I hope you don't mind. It's Lord Jean-Luc's time to get his ass filled with cum, last week was his son." Mason turned Jean-Luc around so the thick all muscle spanked-red ass was facing Percival. Then, to Jean-Luc's surprise, Mason tapped him hard on the balls making him groan and his ass spurt the cum out.
Mason laughed, "Okay, okay, you may leave now." He finally said, giving Jean-Luc's hard cock one last slap making it swung up and down, before allowing them to go. "Oh, don't forget to check your wife and your daughter-in-law's babies. We don't want something to happen to our children."
He shouted even though Jean-Luc and Janette weren't that far away yet.
"Ours, my dad and I. We don't know who got both ladies pregnant. Tell you man, those Leinster's druid shit is fucking effective. Just tell me if you need your wife pregnant."
Percival felt like Mason was offering the druid's fertility treatment less and more offering himself to be the father, which Percival didn't mind.
When they entered the room, Percival saw Damien lying naked with not a single fabric on his body with his cock wet and spent on the bed.
"Oh! I am... sorry! If you're busy, I could come by later. I... I don't know why I am even here."
The more than two meters hunk blushed and awkwardly looked at the door and Mason back and forth.
"Shh... don't worry, baby. We all know why you're here, you don't have to say a word.
Honestly, if you told me beforehand, we could've got a small orgy here with the Montberry, but it's fine. Just give us a few minutes. Here, let me help you get comfortable."
The moment Mason called him baby, Percival was already melted, and he knew Mason could do anything with him. He didn't even have the energy to pretend to refuse when Mason pulled his tunic and trouser off his body or when Mason threw him on the bed on his stomach, only his upper body while his legs remained on the floor of the bed, so he was facing Damien's spent cock right on his face. He could feel the fresh pungent smell of sex emanating from it which awakened Damien.
"Hello there."
"I am sorry, my lord—"
"Don't be. Just put that mouth to good use, we all know you Hartmanns only good for sucking." Damien said stuffing his wet soft cock into Percival's mouth. "Don't worry about your dad.
I'll have him be my toilet like I did with that Jean-Fuc as well."
While he was busy suckling and cleaning Damien's cock, Percival felt his asscheeks were spread apart and his hole was exposed to the air.
"Fuck, I fucking love muscle cunts! You don't even need to train your cunt to be able to grip, you guys just naturally have a fucking cunt for asses. Perks of being knights, I guess."
Percival felt Mason motorboating his ass before he felt Mason's wet tongue slathering up and down his crack.
"Fuck! Your cunt even tried to suck my tongue in. Damn, baby! I don't know if you're that hungry. It's not even a week yet since I tapped this ass."
Percival felt his asshole flutter at the mention of his "first time" with Mason. He couldn't believe he did that with Mason in the latrine with people watching him. He couldn't see who they were and was terrified if somebody reported what he did to his dad. He was grateful that nobody did and no one, not even his fellow knights, mentioned anything to him, which made his asshole spasm even more as they trained thinking one of the people he trained knew he was the whore that Mason fucked in the latrine. Perhaps nobody recognized him like Mason said.
Not that his asshole wasn't spasming when Mason sloppily ate his ass and tried to breach his tight muscle ass with his tongue. He moaned into Damien's cock when he felt the tongue flicking at his asshole as if it tried to cajole it to loosen up, which he magically did. He felt his asshole turned to butter as the tongue probed in and dancing inside his fleshy meat, pressing the nerves around.
But clearly, it wasn't enticing enough for Mason, so he grabbed Percival's 10" hard cock and jerked it roughly before he moved his palm to shine the cockhead rapidly.
Percival shrieked into Damien's cock and tried to pull himself off Damien's cock, but Damien pushed his head back while laughing. Mason, on the other hand, loved when the muscle cunt suddenly tighten up and tried to push his tongue away which in turn created a spasm on his tongue.
He expertly moved Percival's ass closer by the 10" cock without stopping shining the glan.
"Yeah! We love them lively, son." Damien said, when his cock was finally hardened, and began rutting on Percival's head who could only grunt.
It was after a few minutes of rough deepthroating and rimming the father-son duo stopped their assault on Percival. When Damien pulled off his cock, Percival unconsciously let out a disappointed sigh.
"Hahaha, don't worry baby, we're not done with you yet." Mason said slapping his 6" cock at Percival's asscrack.
Percival perked his butt even more, even pulling his cheeks apart, and his asshole fluttered when the tip of the cockhead kissed his asshole.
Mason didn't waste time with more teasing and emptied right in. He was slow as Percival's ass was gripping in hard, but still relaxing.
Percival always loved the feeling of cock, his brother's, breaching into his ass, slowly and steadily loosening up the tense muscles there. For him, it felt like a massage that both relaxed and reassured him. It might be because his brother hadn't fucked him in a while, as they usually couldn't when they were sleeping over in Paris, or because Mason did him really well last time, but the feeling of cock invading his ass was even more pleasurable. It also helped that Mason's cock was the perfect size for his joy button so it didn't graze it, but pushed it right on point.
"You gripping me so hard, baby," Mason whispered to Percival's back as the man was so huge he couldn't reach the head.
Mason climbed the bed and on top of Percival's huge body whose legs were still propping on the floor and the ass was at the edge of the bed. At first, he was rutting slowly, but it gradually speeding up to quick jackhammering which made Percival moan and lost all of his inhibition as he said, "Fuck me! Please! Yes! It feels so fucking good!"
"Fucking hell, he's gripping me so hard, Dad! You got to try it!"
"Already on my way."
It was then Percival felt something try to push into his already filled-to-the-brim ass.
"Wait, please, it won't fit!" Percival flailed, but with Mason's cock repeatedly harassing his bitch button, sending pleasure throughout his body, he couldn't lift a single muscle. It was as if the cock send a wave of electricity that subdued his entire huge body. He could only lie there begging with his legs apart while a 6" cock rutting on his ass while another 10" cock was pushing in.
"You can handle it, son. Put that huge muscle to use!" Damien laughed as he pushed into Percival, stretching the tight muscle cunt to a new level that it had never been.
Percival wailed and lost his voice when the cock penetrated his ass to the hilt.
"You scream even higher than Jean-Fuc."
"At least he doesn't piss himself like the lord, dad."
Percival couldn't hear what Mason and Damien were talking about, especially not after the father and son began jackhammering inside his asshole with ease like they had done this multiple times, which they did. There was no time to take a breath as both of them expertly alternated with the push and pull, giving max and uninterrupted mind-boggling pleasure to Percival. He didn't even realize when the pain turned to pleasure or when his ass was raising itself trying to help the father- son hammering their cock home with ease.
He didn't even know how they got to their last position, Mason and Damien lay on the floor in a line with their cock side by side and legs across each other while Percival impaled himself on both cock, but he was conscious enough to feel the last bit of shame when Cian suddenly burst into the room.
"Please don't look! Oh fuck!" Percival shouted but he didn't stop impaling itself, in fact, Cian's coming to the room pushed him through the edge as he impaled himself harder, gripping both cocks tighter. His cock erupted like a volcano, shooting the cum straight on Percival's face, adding more to the almost dried cum there.
Mason and Damien who felt the sudden vice grip also were pushed to the edge as they shot their cum inside Percival's muscle cunt.
Percival fell flat on the floor while Damien quickly rose up and pulled a shirt and trousers from his wardrobe.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It's time for our lesson, yeah?"
Cian nodded, scanning the room.
Damien quickly threw on a shirt which he didn't bother buttoning and a pair of clean trousers, before going with Cian, leaving Mason and Percival making out on the floor.
Cian suggested the library, but Damien forced him to go to the royal bar instead. Louis set the place up when to accommodate the Leinsters' drinking culture which was welcomed by the whole court. To make it better, the bar was even open in daylight. Of course, they had to pay, but Louis was generous with his salary for the Leinster regiment. They employed thirty years old Finnegan Osfrey as the bartender whose family was known to be brewers back home, while Finnegan himself was also one of the stud warriors within the regiment. He had ginger hair sweptback hair and a thick well-kept beard and mustache, while his big muscly body was also covered in soft but noticeable orange hair. He didn't have a bitch, but when he needed to fuck, he'll just drop his cock in any hole stroke his fancy, even owned bitches' hole. He was a known strong warrior and a bully and most studs just let him tear their bitches a new hole with his 7" uncut veiny ginger cock. On rare occasions, a stud got mad and fought him, and Finnegan found himself a second hole for the day.
He did have a "wife", Karla Dubois. Once the only son of Jacob Dubois, a banner house to the crown, he was turned to a lady by Finnegan simply for snarking at him. He fucked him right at the knights' training ground being watched by the rest of the knights and Frankish soldiers. Jacob Dubois wasn't the pinnacle of knighthood himself, he had half-bald black hair and an average-looking face, but his son, Karl Dubois was a looker. Finnegan took a fancy to Karl from the first time they fucked, and they fucked for another week when Finnegan finally appeared with Karl in a lady gown as "Karla". Finnegan had married Karla with Leinster tradition and nobody dared to even flirt with her once Finnegan beat up and fucked the first man who did. Karla still had his cock and balls intact, however, seeing from the many occasions Finnegan fucked him in public, even Jacob had accepted having a daughter, especially after the Leinster man seemed to take them under his wings.
The taste of the liquors at the bar was better than anywhere else, and the reasoning was more than Finnegan's family background as a famous brewer. The secret, the bartender taught by Patrick, was to add a little bit of special "milk" and "lemonade" Patrick procured. The pure form of the "milk" and "lemonade" both tasted and smelled foul, but were extremely alcoholic, and surprisingly good. Patrick said both of the ingredients were fermented with "cow" shits, Finnegan didn't believe it at first, but after tasting the foul substance, he resigned to accept whatever Patrick said the ingredient was. Finnegan still had to mix the substances with other liquors to make it more palatable, but pure "milk" and "lemonade" were still offered and were considered as the "stud"
drinks, and the best way to drink this was by doing "Ass shot", by filling drinker tight asshole with the "milk" and had another person drank and pushed the "lemonade" inside asshole to mouth. Holding the mixture inside the ass until morning before shitting it was also a challenge. Because of the way this shot was done, related to asshole which was a stud's most prized possession, this was only done by close friends.
Sullivan was one of the studs who loved to drink the milk and the lemonade as he was one of the renowned studs within the regiment. He was a big mean-looking man in his thirties with slick back undercut black hair and a fading beard. He was a hunk and his muscles were bulging with veins.
He was packing a 9" uncut leaker. He was thought to be a cuckborn Maccarthal, but the claim was disputable since Maccarthals were all red-haired. He had a huge entourage of bitches, both in Paris and at his home in Leinster, that he loved to share with Murphy Barnes and Walsh, his best buds, two other studs, though they were not considered in the same league as Sullivan. Murphy was in his forties. Murphy had a sandy blonde with a short cropped style and a short beard-mustache combo.
He was the handsome dilf, certainly far more handsome than Sullivan, but it was clear Sullivan was the ring leader. He wasn't as big as Sullivan, but he still had a hunky body with a small dadbod on his pecs. Walsh was a young black-haired man in his thirties, the smallest of the three, and had a tanned complexion in between the pale white daddies. He had an extremely well-defined toned body and was leanest but still hunky. He was one of the best fighters who Sullivan took under his wings from when they were still at Leinster, he even gave Walsh one of his prized bitches. While Sullivan and Murphy were descended from old warrior families in Leinster, Walsh was a foreigner who came from the Welsh, a member of the Anglican Parliament who was under the York.
They loved to do the ass shots. Since three of them had fuzzy-haired bubble asses, Sullivan had Murphy and Walsh shaved their crack. He didn't shave his own ass, however, so Murphy and Walsh sometimes got Sullivan's ass hair stuck on their mouth after they did Sullivan's asshots. He always took two ass shots of "milk" and "lemonade" up his ass from both Murphy and Walsh each as a flex to show his studness.
Another stud who loved doing the ass shots with his friend was Declan O'Murchad, a sandy blonde-haired slender lad in his mid-twenties, and with his medium-length straight hair parted in the middle, he was easily the most handsome within the regiment. He had a slightly toned body and an 8" beautiful uncut cock. Although he didn't have a muscular build like most of the studs were, he was just as confident and could kick some ass, which earn him his Big Stud status. His only gripe was that he was hairless as a baby. It was said he was not his father's son, as both his dad and mom had auburn hair, but one of the Vikings' who raided them. The Vikings raided the island sporadically, most of the time, they went for the coastal town. In one of those rare times, they raided further into O'Murchad's house, abducted Declan's father, mother, and his older brother, Donovan, and then returned them a week after at town port. The Vikings who raided them were the infamous Seamen, who worshiped the sea and believed in spreading their seeds. They didn't raid for slaves or riches, but for food and sowing their seeds in their victims and said to know the secret to impregnate males.
Declan's rumored heritage was probably true since his mom got pregnant shortly after they found his family members with their holes battered and used, and he did have Vikings features which could be seen from his handsome Nordic twink face. Bodies were throwing themselves at him as he walked and he didn't mind using the holes. He might've been more handsome than Sullivan, but he didn't treat his holes any better.
He had his own circle of friends who did his ass shot to him, but his favorite was the wimp, Fennec. He didn't allow anyone who called Fennec a wimp or made fun of Fennec's 2" uncut cock, however, and always boasted how hairy Fennec was even though Fennec only had soft hair across his body. Fennec was a slim and short ginger-haired cutie in his early twenties. He was a farmer's son who worked for Declan's father and they've been best buds ever since. Declan always protected Fennec, and he always shared his bitches with him. Despite not being a stud, Fennec's hole count was as much as Declan's. Despite Fennec didn't like the taste of the "milk" and "lemonade", he still always did the first ass shot for Declan every night. Fennec had only done an ass shot once and decided he didn't like it. Though Declan still had the rest of his circle do him the ass shot, his twin brother was the one he tended to go for after Fennec's shot.
His twin brother, Daniel O'Murchad, or Big D, as he was called didn't at all look like Declan despite them being a twin. He wasn't Nordic and had black slicked back for hair instead of sandy- blonde or auburn. Even though he wanted to change his hairstyle, his hair just refused to grow. His body was as tall as Declan's but way more massive in muscle. His 9" veiny cock was also beating Declan's 8". Everyone said Daniel looked like Declan's mortal enemy, Sullivan; Daniel's hairstyle, which somehow refused to grow into something else, did not help. Daniel did look a lot like a younger and more handsome Sullivan. He wasn't considered even close in the league in terms of strength to either Declan or Sullivan, however.
It didn't help either that Sullivan spread stories, which became the root of their rivalries besides being the two top studs, that on the dawn when the Vikings dropped Declan's dad, mom, and eldest brother on the port, a little bit more than ten years old Sullivan found them. He said Declan's well-respected dad was gagged and tied with his legs over his head, a pregnant belly, and a plugged asshole. He took off the gag and Declan's father was begging him to pull the plug because he didn't want to get pregnant. Sullivan took off his own months unwashed breech, rubbed it all over Declan's father's face, and gagged him with it. He did pull out the plug and watched as cum burst out of the ass. As Declan's father emptied his ass, Sullivan carried Declan's mother and brother who didn't have his ass plugged or stored with cum, to his hiding place, before bringing Declan's father last. There he said he fucked Declan's father and brother, filled them up with cum, and stopped only to piss inside Declan's mother's pussy, before returning them the next day at the port. That's why Daniel wasn't actually Declan's twin but Sullivan's brat born from Declan's father.
Of course, the credibility of this story was shaky at best, for example, Declan questioned why his father was the only one who got pregnant and his eldest brother, Donovan, didn't.
Of course, the fact that Donovan became Sullivan's bitch shortly after didn't help Declan's case, but when asked, Donovan answered he didn't remember anything at first, then after getting visibly abused by Sullivan, he began making the story even more unbelievable, like the seamen summoning a kraken to fuck his family and the stories kept changing.
Their rivalry even extended to the ass shots. At first, Declan only took one shot from Fennec or two from both Fennec and his brother. When Sullivan was around he took a third as shot as Sullivan only went for two, that was until Sullivan noticed Declan had been challenging him. So, on more nights than not, they had been trying to one-up each other with the ass shot, one night even reached 20 shots up their ass.
Finnegan, who didn't have a close friend, was the only stud who hadn't done an ass shot.
Even Cian had him done by Patrick before he went and he gave Patrick one, a peculiar sight, but a clear sign of Cian's stature within the Leinster.
Though the courtesans didn't love the pure "milk" or "lemonade", they did love when it was mixed in the liquors, and Damien had been buying a lot of wine mixed with the substances ever since the royal bar was open. When Cian was there, however, he didn't need to spend a single penny.
Finnegan, who was only wearing a sleeveless tunic that looked like about to be torn apart by his own muscles from the inside, was dutifully serving Damien his drinks while making a couple of conversations with Damien while he taught Cian about the people in Louis's service.
Started with the knights, Louis had many knights in his service, so understanding how they worked was necessary for Cian. A knight service was dependent on their oath. The most common oath, Oath of Protection, meant a knight was employed in the service of a certain person. Jacques and Percival Hartmann, then there were also the three sons of the steward Frederic of Provence, to name a few knights sworn to protect Louis.
Most of the sons of lords were squired before they took their vow to be knights. Heirs to a land will become a lord, while those who remain landless will remain a "Sir" unless they get another title.
Maxence Florent, one of the first knights Rory fucked, was a knight from house Florent. He was in his late teens but was tall. He looked like your common handsome French boy with a smug smile and sweptback brunette hair. His lips were thick, his nose was pointy, and his eyes were small.
His body was toned, and he was a good lancer. He was the brother of Basile Florent, and their father was the lord of a keep in Isle de France. Charles had knighted him since he was but 12 years old, passing his squiring education entirely, as the then King was impressed by his prowess, but Charles despised Basile who was snobbish but couldn't fight. To spite him, he made 20-year-old Basile, the older brother, a squire to his own little brother. Basile had to polish Maxence's sword, shine his boots, and even help Maxence wear his armor. But Maxence was a meek guy, so when Charles's eyes were no longer on them, it was Maxence who polished his own sword and shone Basile's boots. A couple of times, Basile wedgied Maxence's underwear before a tourney and forced him to lance while the fabric was riding his crack.
House Florent had two ladies, Francesca Florent who was in her mid-twenties and was married to Alan Bonnaire. The other was Cecillia Florent who was still a teenager. Both were serving as Isabel's lady-in-waiting and pregnant with a bastard, Francesca carrying her second child while Cecilia carried her first child. The head of the house was Abraham Florent, a fat man in his mid- forties with soft skin married to the late Lady Isabela Levin. After his wife passing, he was waiting for his preteen betrothed, Alberta Tulipe, to come of age while pimping himself through his daughters to Empress Isabela.
Vincent Rhine, another knight Rory first fucked who was barely in his twenties, was a son from house Rhine, the ruling house of the Duchy of Champagne. He had curly brunette hair and a bratty attitude with both smile and ass to match. Although his body was only slightly toned, he was a very good fighter which made him a knight at such a young age. He was the second born and the second son to Lord Jean Rhine, a dark horse in his mid-forties with a firm body. Vincent's older brother, Marlon Rhine was a striking man with a thin goatee. Despite being in his mid-twenties, he already had a mature yet youthful figure. While Vincent lost his ass virginity with his friend Maxence to Rory in a tent, both Jean and Marlon were tag-teamed by levied Leinster farmers on muddy dirt, thanks to Cian.
In Cian's defense, they were snobbish and haughty and they looked at every single Leinster they met with the same disgusted eyes, so Cian, after breaking in both father and son together with a single bottle of wine, threw them to the levied peasants so both of them could get to know the peasantry better. Besides, he felt pity that the farmers were the last to receive reward and glory after the warriors despite fighting in the same war at the same time, so he wanted to reward them. He was benevolent like that.
Both Vincent and Maxence had been swinging from cocks to cocks, well, most of Frankish knights and soldiers did after the Leinster showed them their place. That being said, Maxence was married to Lady Alana Levin, his mother's niece, while Vincent was courting teenager Amelle Labelle, the sister of twenty-year-old Lord Ellio Labelle, a baron in Isle de France, just like the Florent. Amelle was a black-haired beauty with long curly hair and skin as white as milk. The Labelle was known for their beauty, even the male. But since Ellio was a reclusive man, none of the Leinsters have yet to confirm this rumor. That being said, every single Frankish soldier Cian spoke to would affirm this rumor to be true. They said he had curly black hair just like his sister, but it was ear-length. His eyes were beautiful black like the night sky, and his skin was porcelain white. Same age as Louis, some said he was even more stoic and cold than Louis ever was before meeting Patrick. He was frail, yet married, and only a year into his marriage with Arycelle Montgomery, he already had a kid, while the wife carrying the second. Ellio became a baron right before his marriage to Arycelle, his father died in his forties leaving Ellio in charge of the barony and his wife, Selena Florent, sister to Abraham Florent, a widow.
While the knights in service of the crown or a lord remained in the presence of the said employer, the Knight Errants, on the other hand, patrolled around the realm seeking villages and towns that required their assistants, like Lancelot de Bordeaux. House de Bordeaux was a small banner house serving Louis, and they only had 2 members. Alois Bordeaux, the house head, was a man in his early fifties. He was a former labor worker in his late thirties, so his body was still rocking muscle. He was knighted and ennobled when he became forty for saving Charles's life. Charles even went as far as giving him a manor and making him a banner house. His wife died young leaving him a handsome son, Lancelot, who became a prodigal squire in his teen, and now in his mid-twenties, he was known as the Knight of Rose. The house loyalty to Charles, and now to Louis, was undoubted.
The other famous knight errant, both from his achievement and night proclivities, was Arthur Gwent. House Gwent traced its lineage through the ancient Celtic house which was famous for its warriors. What was left of the House was merely a status as a banner house to House Montgomery, the ruling house of Anjou; their ancestry was left without even a single keep. The Lord of House Gwent, Liam Gwent, was Arthur's nephew. He had a much leaner build than his uncle, but still rocking muscles. Liam's sister, Gwendolyn was set to marry Lord Montgomery after an incident in a forest where Gwen was said to lost her virginity to him.
The last common oath that a knight took was the Grail Vow, it was the oath binding the Grail Knights, knights who served the clergy. The most famous Grail Knight was Clermont Hartmann, a bastard of House Hartmann and Baptiste's older brother. Despite being old, he was still a mountain of a man built like a brick. He was taller than Baptiste, even taller than the giant Percival. He was rarely seen due to his activity in the southern part of the realm. He believed the Occitans were unruly and unpious while their culture was heretical. He had been railing their asses since he took his vows, and not in a good way.
Besides the knights who didn't necessarily have to be from a noble house, there were the noble houses themselves, the lowest served as landed nobility in charge of a land while the greatest served as dukes, to which there were 7.
The Hartmann, led by Baptiste, the Marshall of the realm, presided over Normandy. He was married to Cecil Rhine, the sister to Jean Rhine. He had two sons, Percival Hartman who was married to Gabrielle Ambrose, a vassal house to the Crown whose keep was at Bar. Jacques was still unmarried. The Hartmann wasn't a house that originated in Francia. Baptiste's mother, a shieldmaiden from Scandinavia, raided Normandy for dowry for her marriage with a Saxon peasant boy during the reign of Louis's grandfather, and in turn, he offered her the duchy instead. They adopted Hartmann as their house name, and it was said she made the old member of house Le Bouttie into sex slaves for her family and her former fellow raiders. Ever since, the branch house of Le Bouttie and the only house claimant to Normandy, Le Bouttoux, was required to send their heir to house Hartmann as a squire. Dominique Le Bouttoux, the heir to the house, was a boy in his teen and was the Baptiste's squire whose duty included carrying Baptiste's shit box during travel and holding it while the duke took his dump. The duke usually had another squire with wiping ass duty, which was fall to Arguin Bouchard, legitimized son of Albert Bouchard, a promising and handsome teenager.
Baptiste's loyalty to the Crown was unquestionable during Charles's reign, but he was openly critical during Louis's reign. Although his disposition at the Crown was becoming better, nobody knew what a volatile man like Baptiste might do if Louis did as much of a slight in the man's eyes.
The Duchy of Champagne was led by House Rhine. The house was led by Jean Rhine who was in his mid-forties married to the late Angelique Hartmann, aunt to Baptiste Hartmann. He had two sons and twin daughters. Marlon Rhine, the eldest son in his mid-twenties, was banking on bagging Salome, Louis's sister, but since the Princess was married off, he had to settle for a daughter of one of his own vassal houses. He might be just married, but he had many bastards lying around. Vincent Rhine was in service to Louis as a knight. His eldest daughter, Arianne was in her thirties and was married to Sandor Dupont, a knight in Louis's service, while the younger twin, Arielle, served in Louis's court as Isabel's handmaiden. Both were heavily pregnant, Arianne by Carlos Dupont who she rejected for his brother, while Arielle was impregnated by a Leinster in a lottery. Since Louis promised pardon and would take care of the bastards, Lord Jean was more than happy to let his daughters breed like a mare in Louis's court. Besides, he got his own Leinster knighted by he himself on his bed every night from the deal.
The duchy of Anjou, including Poitiers and Berry, was led by House Montgomery. The House Head was Nicholas Montgomery, a fragile old man in his eighties. Despite being old, he only had a son who was barely twenty, Nicholas "Niki" Montgomery, and a daughter who had just turned to marriage age, Arycelle Montgomery, and she was married to Lord Ellio Labelle sort after. Niki was a handsome young man with auburn hair just like Arycelle. Her wife, Madelaine Carolingian, Louis's grandaunt, had died giving birth to Arycelle. Niki was set to marry Gwendolyn Gwent from their vassal house. Niki, like Dominique had been a squire to Baptiste, and before Dominique had both the duty of carrying the shit box and wiping Baptiste's ass. After Dominique, he only needed to wipe Baptiste's ass. Dominique was forever grateful he never got the duty of wiping ass.
House Capet, an old branch house of the Carolingian, had led the duchy of Bourbonnais for decades. They were one of the most influential families within Francia thanks to their lineage dating back to the Carolingian and the intermarriage between two houses. Their influence had been dwindling within the last decades, but their name and prestige still held some sways within the kingdom. The family was led by Arnaud Capet, a man in his late forties, who married Louis's aunt, Alexandra Carolingian. He had a son, a daughter, and a bastard, well, technically, it was Alexandra's bastard. Arnaud took his duchy seat at a young age and Bourbonnais had been dealing with a rampant bandit problem. During these years, Charles was busy waging war so the duchy was lacking men to guard the road. As compensation, Charles married her sister to lord Arnaud, and the marriage was held by Charles in Paris. It was on their way back home, their carriage was suddenly raided by the bandits and the consummation that Arnaud was saved for their keep at Bourbonnais was taken by the bandits. Florian Carolingian was born as a bastard to house Carolingian, but the duke took the responsibility of raising him. He grew to be a handsome tall and toned man in his mid- twenties, a year older than his half-brother Jamie Capet, who served in Louis's court. Arnaud sent him to the court to be Charles's squire, but even the kid turned out to be more handful than Charles could handle. The daughter, Renee Capet, was a bachelorette who just turned twenty, and just like Isabela's other handmaidens, she too was heavily pregnant.
House d'Auverge presided over Auvergne. The leader of the House was Leopold d'Auvergne married to Alicia Ullyes, a vassal house to the Welf. There was not much known about the lord, except he was a total absolute horndog. He would come to every single wedding in his territory, citing his first right to bed the bride, and sometimes even forced himself to the groom. If he caught someone wed in secret, he'd punished them by letting the entire village run a train on the groom and made the groom shat the galloons of cum into his wife's well-fucked vagina, and he did this until the wife got pregnant. Peasants who didn't usually have wedding ceremonies had to send a letter asking his permission and invitation to fuck the bride. If he was lazy, he'd invited them to his castle where he did the deed. There was some tale where he fucked the bride right on the steps to his castle before breaking in the husband beside her. He spent his time mostly in his castle and was notorious for inviting, sometimes forcefully, girls and boys he heard were handsome to his castle to "serve" him.
They were returned after a couple of months, happy, and sometimes they would stay, to which after, the family received a sum of gold. As a result, he had many sons and daughters, married to many smaller houses even lowborns, Leopold wasn't picky. His heir, Alexander d'Auvergne, was sworn as an errant knight with a mission to sow his seeds across the realm with his best friend, Laurent Auriant, the heir to d'Auvergne's vassal house who looked a lot like Alexander and Leopold. Many of his broods were illegitimate. He was said to host a secret orgy regularly amongst the nobles as well.
He was a man in his mid-forties. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the pinnacle of male beauty either. He was thin, and he didn't have any muscle either. And his gut was starting to protrude a little bit. He also had a humongous cock. Everyone knew how he looked because he sent his portrait to every single nook and cranny of the realm even beyond. A painting of him sitting on a sofa naked with a 12" cock, with a motto written on a ribbon, "Our seeds are strong", carried by the Carolingian Eagles.
It was said Charles forcefully summoned Leopold to Paris and humiliated him for the lack of responsibility and even his virility, to which Leopold replied with a promise to impregnate Charles's mother, who was an aging grandmother, and if she got pregnant, Charles would legitimate, took care of the bastard, and sponsors painters to paint a tribute to his humongous cock. The Queen Mother was found thoroughly fucked in all of her holes and was pregnant soon after. The insult did happen and so did the aging Queen Mother got pregnant, but the fate of the baby was unknown. Some said Charles murdered him, some said he returned the baby to Auvergne, but the fact that the paintings were soon spreading around Francia, even ended up in Charles's court where he let the painting hang for a good month, led many to believe the baby was somewhere in the court. The Queen Mother's name was Leah Bouvier.
While the crown controlled directly most of Southern France, the Provencal area was controlled by House Welf. Frederic Welf was the House Head and the Steward of the realm. He had three sons and a daughter with his late wife, Jezebel d'Auvergne, sister to Leopold d'Auvergne.
Phillipe Welf was his eldest son in his late twenties and was married to Marlina d'Tours, from a vassal house to house d'Auvergne, who hadn't gotten pregnant despite years of marriage. He was a knight serving under Louis, along with his two other brothers, Marc in his mid-twenties and Leo in his teens.
Marc was promised to marry a daughter of Leopold who almost reached the age of marriage, while Leo was promised to marry a merchant daughter who owned the biggest trading fleet in Provence.
The daughter, Isabella Welf, was married to the Emperor, Louis Carolingian, and was currently carrying Louis's baby. A statement that made Cian scoffed.
Each of the houses, including Louis's, had other noble houses serving under them, commonly known as minor houses or minor nobility. House Florent and Labelle were part of this rank, serving directly to the crown as a vassal house. Many of the minor houses were usually stewards of a castle or rich merchants who bought the nobility. Most of their members served as knights or officials, and their men were required to be ready to serve within the military in times of war.
The heir to House Andre, for example, Timothy Andre served as the commander of the Paris City Watch, knights serving as police, and he was married to Eve Welf, a cousin of Frederic Welf.
The House Head, Thierry Andre, was an aging man in his late fifties. He had two sons, Timothy who was in his mid-thirties, and Peter who was a pre-teen, and three daughters. The eldest daughter in her late twenties, Marie Andre, was married to Damien Leroux. Malina Andre, the second daughter in her early twenties, was married to Kasper Mongeau, another vassal house to the crown. The youngest daughter, Marie-Louise, who almost turned into marrying age was currently looking for a bachelor.
House Andre had always been rivals to House Bouchard, a loyal vassal house to the crown, who was known to serve in the City Watch and Knights, besides their strong male seeds. All of the babies born into the house were males. Although the City Watch position wasn't hereditary, there were so many Bouchards in the rank for so long that one of the Bouchards who was serving as the commander changed the cloak color of the serving knights to black, the color of House Bouchard which associated with their strong black hair gene. The current House Head was Albert Bouchard who was in his mid-forties, a strapping muscular knight still keeping himself in top shape. His full beard and mustache that he kept short and neat, his piercing black eyes, and if you're lucky, you could see his well-kept hairy chest and a nice treasure trail leading down to a well-kept pubic hair. He was a dilf in all manner of description, and extremely well-groomed.
His wife, Emma Mongeau, demanded him so. Early in their marriage, she convinced him to hire a boy, Terrent Tulipe, as Albert's shaver. House Tulipe was a small noble house dabbling in mercantile, and often at odds with House Bouchard. Albert was apprehensive at first, but after Terrent worked his magic and showed Albert how he looked, he was more than convinced. He didn't even question when Terrent said drawing the lord naked after shaving, even followed the boy's order posing in the lewdest position, like on his stomach spreading his asscheeks wide. When his boys were eventually growing hair, he had Terrent shaved them as well. Even the then House Head, Achille Bouchard, who was wary and opposed to Terrent, and even began showing suspicion of Emma's loyalty, quickly turned around when he saw how good-looking his son naked was. Needless to say, Albert loved Terrent even more and was shaved even more often, he even allowed Terrent to marry his known mistress, a servant in Bouchard's keep, when the boy showed interest in her.
Albert had five sons, the eldest was his legitimized bastard from her wife, Emma Mongeau, before their marriage, Frank Bouchard. A handsome blonde-haired knight serving as a City Watch in his thirties married Laurence, a lowborn servant whom he got pregnant. His second born was a black-haired roughish handsome knight in his early twenties named Jonathan Bouchard, also serving in the City Watch as a new recruit. The third son, Samuel Bouchard, who was about to approach his teenagehood was squiring for Chris Bonnaire. His other son, Prancet Bouchard, was a rowdy boy who wasn't even a pre-teen, while his youngest Norbert was still three. He had a bastard, Arguin Bouchard, squiring for Baptiste Hartmann whom he legitimized, from his mistress whom he married off to Terrent Tulipe. All of them were known as handsome knights of the realm, even the younger ones. Albert was proud of his sons, even the bastards, which was why he always legitimized them. It was probably because he was close with his illegitimate brother, Francis Bouchard.
Of course, none of the Bouchards knew the drawings were sent to Thierry Andre to be showcased at his parties between minor lords, which Damien often attended. Thierry's parties were exclusive and he always sorted his invitees, so the secrecy of the drawings was kept secret for years.
A more public insult that Andre threw at Bouchard was when Timothy rose as the commander of the City watch succeeding Aime Selmy, another unpopular vassal house, passing the more experienced and older Albert Bouchard. Timothy was known as a corrupt man, and he slowly replaced the members of the City Watch with people who were allied to his house, while Albert Bouchard, a house also known for their chivalry and honor, seethed watching them. Timothy even adds golden roses into the black cloak of the City Watch, the house sigil of Andre, to rub salt into the wound.
Of course, the greatest insult Thierry personally had thrown to the Bouchard would be the bastard, Frank Bouchard. The Bouchard was known to have black hair, but the bastard was blonde, just like Thierry. With the Mongeau being a close ally to Andre and Thierry being one of Emma's suitors, the sign was clear for everyone, but Albert himself. If that wasn't enough, Thierry was openly talking about how he felt sad about how pussy whipped the big hunk was for Emma that he gave her to Albert along with the blonde bastard as his wedding gift, at Albert's wedding. Achille who was still alive at that time did have his suspicion and was against the marriage, and his anger erupted when he heard Thierry openly talking about cucking his son. It was a scene not because Achille beat the crap out of the frail Thierry, but because Albert physically threw his father out of his wedding and even apologized to Thierry. The benevolent Thierry forgave him after he gave Albert 50 swats on his bare butt at Albert's wedding.
Albert even tried to legitimize Frank when Achille was still alive, but Achille fervently denied it, and they fought again. Albert kneed Achille on the balls before storming away mad. One servant noted that Albert screamed that he'll legitimize Frank when Achille died to his father's face which enrages his father even more. Albert legitimized Frank a day after Achille died, even after Achille told him not to on his deathbed. Despite their fights, Albert did not hate Achille, but he knew Frank did.
Still, he wasn't angry at Frank when he found the kid pissed into Achille's coffin before it was buried.
He did give him 5 spankings on the night, but he told the teenage boy to spank him 100 times. It forged a bond between them, and since then, Frank had been spanking his dad whenever Albert felt guilty or just needed one.
Albert believed and strongly showed that Frank was his son, despite knowing his wife's past relationship with Thierry. Of course, it drifted a wedge between him and his uncles and relatives, but if they dared to say anything during house dinner, he wasn't above spanking them right then and there.
House Andre and House Mongeau were always close to each other. House Mongeau being the richest house in Paris owning many farmlands often stocked House Andre whose main trade was cloth with wool. It was not uncommon for them to marry each other, like Kasper Mongeau, the current and new house head, marrying Malina Andre. Kasper only had two other uncles, the older uncle, Johannes Mongeau, who was older than Kasper's late father and was sworn as a Grail knight while the younger one, Gabrielle Mongeau, was a debauched cocksucker through and through. The line wasn't safe with Kasper either, as Malina was known to be a slut and he was a well-known cuck.
Yann was a lowborn, an employee of a shoemaker, who was later dubbed a knight after Kasper's recommendation. There was clearly intrigue being played as Yann was a frail man without even a single muscle, an impossible feat for him to be a knight under normal circumstances.
When asked how he became a knight, Yann often told the story to the tavern he frequented, he was pissing in an alleyway when the Mongeau carriage stopped in front of him, and the slut lady was looking straight at him from the window. He waved his "big cock" at her, but was surprised when the door opened showing the husband. He was even more surprised when Lord Mongeau flipped her wife's gown revealing her snatch at him, and even opening the cunt himself. Being the man that he was, Yann knew when a pussy was in need of breeding and he quickly went inside the carriage and fucked the shit out of Malina. He said Kasper was such a cuck that he served Yann with food and drink as he fucked, even wiped his sweat, and when he was done fucking, Kasper even wiped his cock clean. Later, they brought him to their manor, and Yann had been living there ever since. He said Malina had been fucking every servant in their manor, including their huge dick stableboy, but Yann was the best one. He told everyone how Malina was such a slut she had been fucking her cook's son before marrying Kasper, and her first-born daughter, Gabrielle Mongeau, was Simon Leon, and Malina was currently carrying his. Yann told them how overjoyed Kasper was when he knew his wife got pregnant and rewarded Yann with his knighthood. He often satirically said his oath was to fuck Malina 24/7. Of course, there was a question of credibility since Yann said the servants were sworn to keep the secret but how could Yann speak about them so openly? To which Yann replied by saying he was Kasper's favorite.
House Guilart was the house landed in Callais and served as the count of Callais owing their loyalty directly to the crown. It was one of the few houses that was renowned for seafarers and admirals. They had the largest amount of fleet within the realm some of which Joseph donated to his best friend, Charles, when he founded the Royal Navy. The house head was Joseph Guillart who was in his early-forties and married to the blonde beauty Lilly Montgomery, youngest sister to Nicholas Montgomery who just turned mid-twenty, who was Isodora's lady-in-waiting. Joseph was a roguish pudgy blonde DILF with a thin beard. He was tall and packing muscles. He was so smitten with young Lilly Montgomery's beauty that he betrothed himself to her and waited until she turned to marry age, and when she told him to wait for another five years, he waited patiently. After five years of their marriage, they had a black-haired son named Romeo Guillart, a menace that the father dotted on, and a newborn chestnut-haired daughter named Juliette. Both of them weren't Joseph's seeds.
Damien had been fucking Lilly even before she turned marrying age and he was the one who told Lilly to hold their marriage for another 5 years. He made her a cockloving slut, and although Damien had to invest in Witch's brew for the unwanted pregnancy, it was worth watching Joseph kiss her cum-breath mouth on their wedding day. Romeo was Damien's cuckborn while Juliette was their coach master's. Joseph's cousin, Stephen Guillart served as the Grand Admiral of the Royal Navy, and he was claimed by a Leinster.
Then there were banner houses. These houses served under a great house directly, most of the time for their men. They didn't have authority of their own, and they were often dependent on their overlord house. House Bonnaire, Montberry, Dupont, Vasiliadis, and de Bordeaux fell into this category.
House Bonnaire was led by Chris Bonnaire who was in his mid-thirties serving the crown as a knight and was best friend to Jean-Luc Montberry. He became a house head quite early in his fifteenth as his father had died with no other male sibling. He was a talented boy, so Charles didn't worry. So, the young Chris was forced to take the mantle and married Lady Luna Gwent whom he didn't even like but had Josiah, who was now in his late twenties and still unmarried, with her shortly after. He married his younger sister, Jannete, to Jean-Luc who he knew fancied her once she came of age, and took a servant in his palace as his mistress, Elise. Despite his half-inch hard cock, he managed to produce a lot of children. He had two other children with Luna, the twenty-year-old Alan Bonnaire married to Francesca Florent, and his teenage daughter, Cassandra Bonnaire who gave birth to a bastard from House Sterling, creating a wedge between the two houses. He had four illegitimate bastards with Elise. The oldest was slightly younger than Josiah, still in his late twenties, Francois- Gabrielle Bonnaire serving as a knight and Chris's right-hand man. Then a twenty years old daughter, Milleana Bonnaire married Gaspart Montberry. His third bastard was another teen daughter, Mariana Bonnaire who also gave birth to a bastard of House Sterling, from the same boy. The fourth bastard was a pre-teen boy serving as a squire for Jean-Luc, Francois-Samael Bonnaire. Chris wasn't even sure of the child's heritage since he believed the boy was conceived during the only night Jean- Luc managed to convince him to have a threesome with Elise. Both of them cum inside her, and Jean- Luc who, unknown to Chris, had a huge boner to pick with Elise cum twice if not thrice more than Chris. He had tried to seduce Elise, sometimes in front of Chris who took it as a joke, but was always rebuffed.
Chris wasn't a foreigner to a boy's pussy either. His squire was required to introduce their hole into Chris's cock by the month's end, and after, Chris would use it regularly and then share it with Jean-Luc. His latest conquest was Albert's son, Samuel Bouchard, whom he shared regularly with Jean-Luc. Albert knew of Chris's sodomy practice, but he thought the talented knight was merely practicing ancient Greek practice and he didn't know Chris shared his boy pussy with Jean- Luc.
Then Leinster happened and Chris was deflowered and claimed by a teenage Leinster boy named Finn whom he originally preyed to fuck when they were at Leinster. When they reached Francia, Finn was fucking him on his marital bed the first morning they arrived in front of Luna, he fucked her as well. Finn didn't claim her though, so she was free to bring Carlos Dupont, Chris's enemy, to their marital bed the next day to ride him side by side with Chris riding Finn, with Finn's permission, of course.
Elise who was introduced to more than half-inch cock by Jean-Luc began lusting for a second time with the Montberry. But this time, it was Jean-Luc who refused her, and then reported her unfaithfulness to Chris. Chris's relationship with his mistress had been sour, but it wasn't like he was fucking him either. Elise tried to seduce Finn, but the boy ignored her. She was fucking other fellow servants ever since.
House Dupont was also a house of knights and one of the biggest ones. The current main house members consist of Sandor Dupont, Jayne Dupont, and Carlos Dupont.
Sandor Dupont was in his mid-thirties and married to Arianne Rhine. He was a good-looking DILF with a lanky tall and naturally toned body. His short brunette hair he kept neatly at a perfect length, while his beard he kept shaven to a small shading of stubbles. His nose was sharp and big but it paired well with his small amber eyes. His pair of rabbit teeth also gave him a hint of cuteness which worked well for his charm. He was one of Charles's most trusted knights and quickly rose in rank as acting knight commander when his predecessor, Arthur Levin died. Even though Pontikos was the current knight commander, Sean kept the bitch busy enough that Sandor was practically the de facto commander. He was known to be the icon of Chivalry and was proclaimed the Gentleman of Francia. He was known to be loyal to his wife, honorable, and just. Because he wasn't serving the army during the attack as he was helping with a bandit problem with Lancelot, his virgin ass quickly became the most prized game. Both Declan and Sullivan competed to own his ass first, but it was Sullivan who won by provoking and challenging the knight commander into a fight, then claimed his ass right in front of the knights and Leinster regiment. For losing, Declan's group moved the chamberpots section next to their sleeping spots with Declan's bed next to it and they became the sole cleaners of the barrack's chamberpots Sullivan revoked their right to use the chamberpots so Declan's group had to piss and shit within the bushes and the woods near the barrack and cleaned it after.
Sandor had two children, a just-turned-teenage boy named Otto Dupont and a child daughter named Lana Dupont. Sullivan had already instructed his men to teach Otto how to be a proper slut like his father and he was planning to marry his youngest son who was a giant child to Lana.
Lady Jayne Dupont, a renowned hot MILF in her thirties, was married to Joshua Sterling. She was flirtatious with every noble lord, but she hadn't taken any of them seriously or openly, before the Leinster at the very least. Her horndog of a husband wasn't too uptight about her flirtatious behavior, but it never developed further. But after the Leinster and her husband shared her with numerous Leinster men on occasion, she had been more openly flirting and getting risqué with other nobles. It seemed that only Cian knew of Arthur and Jayne's "relationship". She had 5 children, three sons from her late husband and a pair with Joshua. She had just given birth to their youngest son.
If Sandor was known as a gentleman, then Carlos was known as the black sheep of the family. In his mid-twenties, he had ear-length curly black hair and a well-shaven beard. He had a pair of amber eyes, like his brother, albeit meaner looking. He wasn't naturally, ugly, but his unkempt haggard appearance and slobbish behavior made him appear so, and his already showing beer gut did not help. Unlike his naturally toned brother, Carlos's twunky body was hard-earned through years of exercising. He frequented a brothel, loved to get drunk, and his only saving grace was his roguish but good-looking face and body. He hated his brother for stealing the limelight from him, despite never having any. He hated him for being a hypocrite because Sandor did visit the brothel though rarely. He hated him for "stealing" Arianne from him though the lady was choosing the "better"
looking brother. He hated his brother for marrying him off for a barren lady. If Sandor was claimed by Sullivan, Carlos befriended him. Sullivan liked him and thought he was one of the more fun Frenchie lads. He never got claimed by any of the Leinster as a result, though he wasn't foreign or averse to butt-fucking or getting his butt-fucked, he lost his ass virginity being drunk-raped by an unknown man outside of Hugo's brothel. He never got his butt fucked after, but he was ready to give his ass for Sullivan if it got him in his good grace. Luckily, he didn't need to, and he got to have Arianne, even was allowed to put his baby in her. He made sure everyone knew he cucked his two-goody shoes brother, although he had to share Arianne with the Leinster.
House Dupont had a lot of cousins serving as knights and their ladies often married off to noble lords thanks to their house's prestigious status.
House Vasiliadis was fairly new to Francia and was a branch house to a much bigger house in the Eastern Latin Empire. The founder of the branch house, Pontikos Vasiliadis was brought to Francia by Charles's marriage with Isodora Palaiologos, a princess of the Eastern Latin Empire, as part of the dowry. Charles married him to Lady Beatrice Capet, sister to Arnaud Capet, and after acknowledging the man's martial brilliance, the young Pontikos was given the position of the General of the newly founded Royal Army. In his late thirties, the former general had a mid-twenties daughter, Theodora who was married to Francis Bouchard, the late-thirties illegitimate brother of Albert Bouchard. Theodora was supposed to marry the unenthusiastic Marlon Rhine, but because she got pregnant by Pontikos's stable boy, Marlon called off their wedding and Theodora was newly- wed to Francis Bouchard. Antonious Vasiliadis was Pontikos's teen son who was squiring under Sandor Dupont, and Damien had caught him multiple times with Sandor's cock deep inside the boy's ass. Damien even caught both Sandor and Pontikos each having their squire, Antonious, and a Tulipe boy, bouncing on their cock. Both Theodora and Beatrice were pregnant by Sean O'Connell, Pontikos's stud and Patrick's best friend, and had been living in Vasiliadis manor ever since. Sean claimed everyone in the family, including Francis Bouchard who was one of the broken knights at Leinster, and he released the stable boy Pontikos imprisoned in his secret dungeon for impregnating his daughter. The boy was given a new name, Bo, and he was the acting housemaster when Sean wasn't around whose duty was to fuck them, including Francis. Bo, with Sean's permission, had his bastard born legitimized and named Pontus Vasiliadis. The first night Bo was in charge, he had Pontikos watch his daughter and son ride the stableboy turned master.
House Sterling also fell into this category. House Sterling started as a merchant house in Brittania, from the Dayne dynasty, they became successful and extended their branches everywhere.
The most successful branches were their family in Francia. Francia's branch did not only serve as a merchant house but also military house producing many knights.
The leader of the house, Simon Sterling, was an average-looking knight in his late twenties.
He had short black hair shaved on the sides and a faded beard with a mustache. He was only slightly toned. He had many bastards and children, but unlike Bouchard, all of his broods were females.
Although his house wouldn't die, he still would prefer to continue his line and as the house head, he was sick of listening to the gossip and passive-aggressive insults the people from House Dayne threw at him. He was a Casanova when he was young, and once he realized his children had been only females, he was a Casanova with a mission. What he lacked in physical beauty, he made it in charisma and suaveness. In almost thirty years of his life, he had produced 20 daughters, 4 were from his marriage with Antoinette Tulipe, and the rest were his supposed bastards from many women, from whores to noble ladies. Other knights often joked that the vow he took as a knight errant was to sow an heir or his journey would not end.
He had two brothers, Joshua Sterling and Brad Sterling. Joshua was the golden boy.
Handsome and smart with a great buddy. He had been taking care of the family business while Simon was busy producing an heir. It did help that the Sterling house emphasized the family bond so they had each other back and never thought of backstabbing each other. Joshua even helped Simon many times if Simon's charm failed to seduce a lady. Their youngest brother, Brad Sterling was luckier in the face department, although not as lucky as Joshua. He was not as handsome as Joshua, but he did have a little bit of his pretty boy face. He had two rabbit teeth that made him look cute. His body was on the leaner side, but still slightly toned. Like his brother, he also had short black hair. Even just turned to teen, he had sired two bastards from Bonnaire's half-sisters. Chris was furious when he found out and attacked Brad, but his brother Simon protected him. He said that his two daughters were a slut like their father and if his brother didn't get him sooner, Simon himself would break in the two. The two houses had been feuding for at least three years, and since Chris was now under Finn, Simon was reconsidering the feud since he didn't want to mess with any of the Leinsters.
Although the banner houses mostly served for military reasons, to serve as knights or soldiers, there were banner houses like Le Roux whose members served as courtesans. Most of the time, it was the noble branch houses who had nothing for themselves yet. For the case of Le Roux though, Charles mainly made them his banner house because he wanted Damien to be the house head of a joke house, whose duty, Damien noted, apparently consist of spanking the emperor after bathing as a massage, pissing in his wine, and have the emperor jacking the jester in front of his court as one of his jokes.
It was a long study, and he had to learn everything in days, but Cian was quick to pick the gist of things. Damien was especially resourceful in gossip and court intrigue and Cian had a newfound respect for the man. Not just him, even Finnegan nodded appreciatively.
"You seem to know a lot about ladies, eh?" Finnegan said as he handed Damien a mixed beer.
"Of course, if you had trouble with ladies, just ask me. I can help you."
Finnegan chuckled, "Not that kind of problem," he looked around the empty bar and then leaned in conspiratory, "My lady had a problem. She had been mulling around and being soppy, and when we fucked, her clit doesn't get as hard as usual."
The "clit" in question was a 7" cut cock of Lady Karla. Damien seemed taken aback by the genuine question, but he did seem pondering the answer. "I do think I didn't see her around as much as other ladies. Did you not allow her to go to the feasts?"
"Yeah, there is no need for her to be looking for cocks, I got all she needs!" Finnegan slapped his own crotch hard.
"It's not just about cock. She needed to talk to her own peers. Lady Karla was, well, a very promising knight and she had a lot of people admiring her before. To suddenly be locked away in her room, I think she needs fresh air."
"I tried to convince her to fuck on the piers but she refused."
Damien took a deep breath, losing his patience, "Not to fuck. Everything doesn't have to be about fucking. How about this, why don't I ask Empress Isabela to make Lady Karla her lady-in- waiting? In the meantime, you can bring her to the feast. It's not like anyone dares to fuck her when you're around, and you attend the feast every night anyway. That way, she can at least entertain herself."
"I told you, if she needs entertainment, all she needs to do is ask, I can fuck her all she wants."
"You can't fuck her in her room when you're fucking someone else in the party."
Finnegan slumped his shoulder and drank a full shot of the "milk", "Man, married life is tough."
"Tell me about it. My fucking wife is trying to get into both Sullivan and Declan's pants. She'd be lucky if their bitches want her."
"You don't seem to mind your wife fucking around? I mean we do know Frankish are bitches." Finnegan asked like it was a normal thing to ask someone to their face.
Damien knew the stupid brute didn't mean it as an insult, but man, if he didn't imagine how tight Finnegan's muscle cunt would be. "It's not about being bitches. She's still my wife, and I do care for a bit. Besides, she is useful. I just hope she won't get Sullivan's attention, I don't know what he'd do to my family. At least for Declan, he'll just pump and dump her, and I'll get a fucking stud for a son."
Finnegan laughed, "Tell you what, if this is work between me and my wife, I'll fuck your wife and give you that son."
"And lifetime free drinks, and I get to make your son my cocksucker." Damien bargained without a hint of being insulted or slighted by the offer.
"Hah! Deal! But let me tell you, I don't breed bitches for son!"
They clanked their glasses and drank a full glass of beer, while Cian shook his head and went on his way to train the regiment.
The studies lasted for a day and on most days, Cian's routines remained the same. Study in the morning until noon, and then train, then attend feast at night. Damien and Finnegan also became closer each time they met for Cian's study, and as per Damien's advice, Karla also began attending feasts again. She seemed to be in a better mood and Finnegan poured more and more liquors for Damien during their study.
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Damien's life had never been better. He started as a jester, being the joke to the whole court, and his nemesis suddenly died, leaving his slut of a son in charge of bringing a bunch of sex-crazed barbarians into the court. Who would've thought a slut would lead the court better than the devout warrior? Certainly not Damien.
Now he got free drinks everywhere, prized pussies like an all-you-can-eat buffet, and the best part, a bunch of knightly muscle cunts. He couldn't believe all this time, his ass was still a virgin.
Sure, he had eaten his own son's ass and gave him a slurpy double while he was at it, but his ass was still untouched. Well, that wouldn't be appropriate. Damien had done a couple of ass-action, just not penetration, yet.
Like right as he was thinking about his life, he was currently having his ass eaten by Marshall Baptiste who before hated his guts. Maybe this whole time, all Baptiste wanted was the waste inside Damien's gut because that was what it felt like when the man ate his ass like he had been starving for weeks. Damien likes to think that way anyway.
They were 69-ing, sitting, with Damien sitting on Baptiste's face while Baptiste had his body upturned while his ass and tight pink fucker were eaten by Damien. Damien couldn't hold Baptiste's body, so Baptiste had to hold himself upright by pulling his legs by the thighs. They were high as kites like they always are whenever they sneaked into Louis's drug storage.
Damien pulled his tongue out of Bapstiste's vacuuming hole, "See, just a few days ago, you don't want to eat my ass and think it was dirty. Now you can't even smoke a drug without eating my ass before and after. By the way, my ass is dirty, I haven't washed it for a day and it is all sweaty," he rubbed the pinkish hole around with his fingers and watched it shivering.
"Fucker!" Baptiste said but kept munching Damien's ass afterward.
"Don't act like you don't like it!" Damien bounced his hole on Baptiste's lapping tongue, then suddenly Baptiste pushed Damien over so now he was laying on his stomach. Baptiste planted his face on Damien's crack and lathered his tongue up and down the crack wiping it of its sweat, before stopping to drill the asshole. Damien was moaning on the floor, his legs folded upward trying to press Baptiste's head deeper.
After an eternity of pleasure, Baptiste finished his meal and wiped his mouth, saying, "It wasn't enough."
"Huh?"
"The sweat wasn't enough. You need to sweat more. I'll take you running in the morning from now on."
"How about you eat my shit?"
He didn't know since when he dared to talk crassly to Baptiste, but he did. Before, he would lose his head literally if he ever said that to Baptiste. Now, the Marshall just laughed and said, "Fucker," and spanked him right on the hole.
Damien turned around and his 8" hard cock was sticking out just like Baptiste's 6". The fact that he had a bigger cock than Baptiste seemed also smoothen out their relationship. The Duke of Normandy would just idly touch Damien's cock and jerk it lightly, just like right then.
Usually, they would have a quick paper-rock-scissor to decide who will be the submissive in the frotting session followed right after, Baptiste always lost. Damien also noted that when their mood and the moment just somehow skipped the game straight to frotting, Baptiste was naturally submissive and let Damien "fuck" him. He had a different plan for that day tho.
"So, when will you let me piss in your ass?"
"Fuck, I told you. It's disgusting!"
"That's the point of the bet! To do something you're unwilling to do! Who knows you might like it like you love eating my ass? People had been calling you unfun and pussy for chickening out on a bet."
"WHO!?"
"Everyone! Including me!" Damien knew Baptiste held people he cared about in such high regard, so he had been testing the water with that line to see where he stood with him.
A couple of times during their game session at feasts he tried to make Baptiste sit in front of him to play. At first, Baptiste always refused, and then nights after insisting every night and getting closer to the man, Damien somehow managed to pull the bulky man into his lap. Baptiste was crushing Damien so he had him sit on the seat while Damien spread his legs apart. Then Baptiste's refused because he could feel Damien's dick. But he was willing to sit for some time. Then nights after, Baptiste finally remained sitting on Damien's lap for the whole game session, when he wasn't doing forfeit of course. Then on one fateful night, Damien got extremely frisky and daring, he whispered into Baptiste's ear "Grind your fat ass harder on my cock, I swear I could feel your cunt through my pants", and Baptiste's response was, "Fucker," as he did as Damien's ask. It was then he knew Baptiste held him higher than anyone.
"Gah!" Baptiste was visibly upset, but when Damien said he was disappointed, he looked more frustrated than angry.
"You know, I have an idea that might help you with this aversion. But you had to hear me out first."
Baptiste looked at him with one of his eyebrows raised, "What?"
"Drink my piss."
"Why don't I punch your face?"
"No, listen to me! You think carrying piss in your ass is disgusting right? Then the only way for you to not be disgusted by it, is by doing something more disgusting, and drinking piss is more disgusting, right?"
Gear started turning in Baptiste's head, but he wasn't convinced yet.
"I know you think it's disgusting, but that's the whole point of training! Besides, it could be our first best friend's secret! That you drink my piss!"
"Best friend secret?" Damien swore he saw Baptiste's eyes turn dreamy and sparky for a second.
"Yeah! Secret that you don't tell anyone but your best friend. Don't you have that with Charles?"
Baptiste seemed thoughtful for a second and then he perked up like he wanted to say something, but stopped and looked at Damien suspiciously.
"I am your best friend, so his secrets are mine as well."
"That makes sense. So, we had these secret fights we always did as a kid, Joseph, Charles, and I, and we fight naked and the loser had to drink our glass full of cum?"
"What? Cum?" That was new, Damien thought.
"Yeah. Our strong manly seed. Charles said he read a book that could help the weakest grow stronger. He always lost tho, so he had to drink the cum glass. I always won." Baptiste flexed his guns at Damien and grabbed Damien's hand to touch it.
"Wow."
"Yeah, hey maybe that could help you grow some muscle."
"Ehem, maybe. Is that the only secret? You guys seemed to be not that close."
"Fuck! Let me remember it first, you dickwad. How about this, I discovered during our fight that Joseph has sensitive nipples, so it was good to keep him distracted. And his Achilles' heel is his balls. You grab it, and he'll do anything. I once had him dunked the entire chamberpot filled with my piss on him. You should've seen his face! He was upset, but it was the price of losing! Hahaha!"
Baptiste slapped his stomach, but his laugh suddenly stopped when he noticed Damien's judging eyes looking at him. He surprisingly understood.
"Ehem, anyway, Charles's weakness is his ass. One slapped right on the hole and his solid posture crumbled. It couldn't be helped, he had a bowel problem. That's why sometimes we had to help him rub his asshole at night. He loved using a rough sack, but sometimes even the side of your palm was enough. Sometimes we did it to tease him as well. Joseph holding his legs up, and I shined his ass with my hand!"
"Oh!" Baptiste seemed to remember something. At first, he wasn't sure whether to tell Damien or not, and Damien was about to open his mouth when Baptiste suddenly crawled beside him and leaned his head, "There is also another secret, he loved smelling loin-cloth, and not women's breeches. He loved men's breeches. He would take my used breeches and sleep with it when we studied at Brittany. He's been smelling our loin-cloth ever since. When he became the emperor and I am a duke, he told me, and Joseph, to wear the same breeches while traveling, not to wash, and then gave it to him. He slept at night with loin clothes plastered to his face. Don't tell Joseph, but he told me he liked mine the best. So, I took that one particular breeches he had been smelling to sleep and used it whenever I go running, hunting, or traveling, I even wiped my balls and ass after sex with it. I swear he was blushing when I gave them back to him telling when I did with the breeches."
Baptiste chuckled, and then suddenly continued, "I still have the breeches with me.
Sometimes I smell it when I am bored."
Damien enjoyed the silence before breaking it with, "Disgusting."
"Fuck off!" Baptiste slapped Damien's stomach lightly as they laughed.
"That's what I said! You do disgusting things with best friends! C'mon, we don't have a single secret! Let it be the first one! Drink my fucking piss!"
Baptiste's eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds then said, "Fuck it." He kneeled in front of Damien opening his mouth as wide as he could.
Damien, not wanting to give the chance given, stood and hovered his cock over Baptiste's mouth. "Wrapped your lips around my cock." Damien pushed his luck.
"Nah, that would be sucking. I am not a cocksucker." Baptiste said remaining open his mouth.
Damien, who suddenly found courage somewhere, decided to push Baptiste even further by grabbing his head, saying, "No, this is sucking," then slammed Baptiste's open mouth into his 8" hard cock.
Baptiste's eyes turned white as his virgin throat was suddenly blocked by a huge cock. His veins bulging out like they were about to pop out as his face suddenly turned red. Damien held Baptiste's head there as he choked and splattered his cock with saliva, before letting go.
"Now you are a cocksucker." Damien propped his hand on his waist while his slimy cock was jumping around from excitement. He had pushed his luck to breach the Marshal's virgin throat, now it was the judgment day. He tried to maintain a cocky smile as he looked down at Baptiste's red face coughing.
Baptiste suddenly laughed, and Damien thought he was safe, that was until suddenly the huge man pounced on him, threw him on the floor, pried his mouth open, and slammed his 6" cock inside. Baptiste made himself comfortable on top of Damien's body and let all of his weight rest on him in a 69 position with him on top.
"How's that, cocksucker?" Baptiste playfully wiggled his hips.
Damien was choking at the sudden intrusion and all he could see was Baptiste's balls. It took him a couple of seconds but he was able to adapt to the cock. It got him thinking how he was such a natural cocksucker. Perhaps he was and he just never figured it out. He always liked sucking cock before, and if only male prostitutes weren't pricier he would've been sucking more cocks. It was then that he realized perhaps, he had been holding himself as well. Now, Louis had come bringing the Leinster to break down their walls, he might as let Baptiste destroy his throat.
At first, Baptiste was only trying to give Damien a taste of his own medicine, but he didn't bank on the throat and suddenly felt that good. When his cock suddenly felt the welcoming massage, his hip was moving on its own slamming the cock in and out of the throat while the tongue lapped at his shaft. He moved their position sideways and craned his neck to watch his hips slamming into Damien's welcoming mouth. Damien also bobbed his head on cock.
Baptiste wanted to think about their situation, but he had a simple mind. When there was pleasure, there was no space for thinking. Playfully, he held his cock with only his head inside Damien's mouth. He moaned when Damien's tongue suddenly flicked at his slit. Sex with his wife wasn't this good. He had used her mouth, but it was nowhere near this good. It was merely pumped and dumped when he didn't want her to get pregnant.
What they were doing, however, was pleasure. So, he stopped playing around and enjoyed himself. He returned his position on top of Damien and slammed his hip down. He was skullfucking Damien who expertly licked the entire shaft as it passed by, even reaching the balls when the cock was throat-deep.
Baptiste turned his attention to something he had been desiring deep within his balls, Damien's asshole. He had been eating it regularly, but he knew he had been holding himself back. He always pushing and teasing at the hole, but when he was about to go deeper, he chickened out. He didn't think anymore, and let his desires run wild.
He kissed the puckered hole lightly and watched it shivering, then he extended his tongue and tickled it with the tip. When his tongue felt the flesh relaxing, he plastered his mouth on the hole as his tongue drilled Damien's asshole open.
Even Damien could tell that Baptiste didn't intend on eating his ass, but tongue-fucking it instead. Damien also finally realized that, as the tongue moved around his ass prying it open, even Baptiste's tongue was fucking muscular. Even fleshy and flexible, Damien's ass could feel the hard muscle on the tongue as it grazed and pushed on the nerves inside his ass, sending electric shivers across his body which made his throat convulsed even more. The deeper the tongue dug, the wilder Baptiste got.
Baptiste slammed his cock harder and harder as Damien's choked every single slam. He got Baptiste's blonde's pubic everywhere on his face and it was very noticeable on his dark hair.
It was when Damien suddenly slammed his fingers right up Baptiste's ass, straight on the joy button, a position he, and the rest of the game partners, were well-acquainted with since getting the rest of the table punching their fingers straight into his bitch button was his warming up punishment.
Baptiste who was high as a kite and edging himself couldn't hold himself any longer and dumped his cum straight into Damien's gut. His ass muscle was crushing Damien's finger as he cum, it was only after 8 spurts that Damien felt the muscle finally relaxed. When he pulled away, the cock was still spurting small bits of cum into the tongue.
Unsatisfied, Damien who still had his finger on Baptiste's prostate pressed harder to churn out more cum, which succeeded. Baptiste groaned as more cum was being forced out of him until Damien released the pressure, but his finger was still inside.
Baptiste moved to lay on his back beside Damien whose finger was still on his prostate.
"I hope now I can get some muscle," Damien said after a moment of silence, laughing with Baptiste.
They fell silent again, and then Damien felt his cock was covered by something warm. He craned his neck to look down and found Baptiste had also craned his head to nurse on the head of his cock. Damien looked up at the ceiling.
With a winning smile and a finger inside his former nemesis's purring ass, he released a satisfying stream of piss into the wanting mouth. He never thought pissing could feel that good or that gulping could sound so beautiful. It wasn't a waste saving his morning piss and went drinking like mad that morning.
Life was good.
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Until it wasn't which was not that long after.
It was on a cold dawn when Damien broke into the Leinster's barrack screaming, "Help! He's going to kill me!" barging straight into Cian's bedroom.
Despite his screams, however, Leinster was sleeping like a log. All of them were sleeping naked on their wooden beds which were separated into two sections. The left side was for Sullivan while the right side for Declan. Sullivan's side only had beds while Declan's had a huge dining table, game tables, and training gear, thanks to their winning bets against Sullivan's group. They didn't win everything, however, as they lost the chamberpot arrangement that resulted in the chamberpots being placed next to their living quarters and cleaning duties. So, whenever Declan's group was playing games or eating, usually breakfast because they couldn't escape it, Sullivan's group would have a bathroom break right next to Declan's men. And because Declan's men were also in charge of cleaning duties, Sullivan's men would just wake up, edge their cock to the side of the bed, and piss right on the floor letting Declan's men clean it up.
Sullivan was still sleeping with a bitch riding his cock, which the bitch did all night long, while Declan was already awake and exercising. He was always a morning owl and he wasn't a sex maniac like Declan, so he only used his bitch once when he woke up to take care of his morning wood before passing him to his best friend Fennec. The frail man was always sleeping beside Declan ever since they were a child, and Declan always gave him a sloppy second in the morning, sometimes Declan was the one who asked for Fennec's sloppy second. While Declan exercised, Fennec continued fucking Declan's bitch on the bed.
Damien, a muscle cunt enthusiast, would've rather enjoyed strolling across the room full of manly asses with various shapes, from bubble fat asses to small tight muscle asses, most of them were hairy since Leinster worshipped body hair as a sign of manliness, at their most vulnerable state, sleeping on their stomach naked letting their tight virgin studly holes breathed. Sadly, he didn't have the luxury as he was chased by Finnegan whose face had a clear handprint mark on it. When Damien said Finnegan was going to kill him, he wasn't exaggerating.
Cian was rudely woken up by Finnegan chasing Damien around his room, and he had to help Damien unless Cian wanted Finnegan to also destroy his room while trying to murder Damien. So with the help of Declan and some other men, Cian managed to wake up, and no small thanks to Finnegan focusing on Damien leaving himself vulnerable, Cian succeeded in tying the ginger hunky gorilla to a chair.
It was after much screaming and shouting that Cian finally understood the problem. Karla slapped Finnegan the moment he mentioned being Isabella's lady-in-waiting screaming, "I much rather die than be the woman that I am not!"
So, there they three were in the room, sitting on an expensive sofa within Karla and Finnegan's opulent room, facing Karla who stayed naked refusing to wear lady clothes.
"So... Lady Karla..." Damien gulped when Karla glared at him menacingly, "Uhm, Karl..." It was Finnegan turned slamming his fist on the coffee table in front, "Whatever, I would like to explain that it was my suggestion to Finnegan to let you work as Isabella's lady-in-waiting because I noticed you seemed lonely in here. I also told him to let you socialize at the feast, and you seemed happy. May I ask what is bothering you? Perhaps, there is something else that Finnegan can try to please you? I swear he only has your best interest at heart." It was a bit of exaggeration, but he'd say anything to get Finnegan off his back.
"The problem, my lord, is that I am not a lady! I am a male and a knight with cock and balls between my legs!"
"If your cock and balls are such a problem, let's just cut it. I am sure that Chinese doctor knows how!" Finnegan said veins bulging out of his neck.
"See! This is what I meant! You want to cut my cock! I will not let you take the last dignity I have! I much rather die! Just kill me, I am not afraid of you, not anymore!"
Finnegan didn't say anything, only slammed his fist on the coffee table harder breaking it.
"Okay, I see the problem. Finnegan, do you want to cut his, err, your wife's cock?"
"No! I quite like the little clitty! That's how I know my wife is happy!"
"If that's the case, then Karla, ehm, Karl, what if Finnegan promises that he will never cut your cock? Will that be fine? As far as I see, you don't seem to have a problem with your status with him itself. And you can't deny Finnegan had been doing you and your family right. You do know that your sister and mother are the only women who aren't pregnant in the court right now, right?"
Damien was hedging his word trying his best not to sound imposing or threatening, but he did point out the threat and benefit that Finnegan posed to him and his family.
Karla seemed to be in a deep thought, he bit his lips which made Finnegan soften his fist.
Finnegan suddenly reached for Karla's lips and caressed them gently.
"Fine," Karla suddenly said, "But it's going to a be vow under the Crown's protection! And I want to add other clauses. My name is Karl, not Karla! And you'll allow me to go and have my life! Including wielding a sword and training as a knight. In return, I will wear whatever clothes you want me to wear."
Finnegan wasn't an idiot like Sullivan or even Baptiste. His mind wasn't all about fighting and he wasn't just assuming that wife should be a woman. He really wanted Karl to be his woman because he loved Karl in women's clothing. Giving Karl a new name and a new identity was a way for him to make Karl his, but he couldn't deny the moments where he felt most fulfilled and their sex was mind-blowingly amazing were when Karl reciprocated his feelings and enjoyed what they were doing as much as Finnegan. When he knew Karl wasn't forced to be his, but rather was his all along, he felt magnificent. But he couldn't shake the feeling of losing control of someone, his pride was a little bit hurt.
"C'mon, do it for your wife, I know you care for him. Besides, it's your chance to get that boat fuck you always wanted."
Candle lighted up inside Finnegan's head, as he grabbed Karla by the mouth, "And I get to fuck you. Whenever I want, everywhere I want. Guess you're still getting more than me huh, sex and your liberty."
Karl shook his head away from Finnegan's hand sulking, but Finnegan caught him back, "Don't act like it's not true." He smirked.
Karl replied by sucking on Finnegan's thumb, making the man moaned.
"Fuck, let's get that boat fuck." Finnegan carried Karl's naked body on his shoulder, spanking the ass as he took one piece of clothing from the drawer.
It was a red tank top nightgown that was currently famous among the ladies at the court.
Finnegan was right, Karl's neck-length hair that he hadn't cut ever since he was married to Finnegan made him look really feminine and sultry under the nightgown, and his hard 7" cut cock was bouncing as he rode Finnegan's 7" uncut ginger cock while the man lounged on the boat.
Both Cian and Damien saw the couple going at it until noon from the royal pavilion near the pier, the entire length of their study session that day. He clearly had managed to turn what was a disaster into an opportunity to win Finnegan's favor.
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After a few days, Karl didn't actually mind being called Karla again. But he did come back to train as a knight and resuming his duty. He wore women's clothes when he wasn't training. It wasn't a problem when he got back to train with the much macho knight because he punched everyone who tried or even passive-aggressively made fun of him before Finnegan broke their teeth later.
Zuzhong had many knights coming for him to rebind their teeth back.
Although Karla, or Karl, started wearing women's clothes by being forced, it did start a fashion choice among the court after a few months. First only at court, and later extended to the whole realm and beyond. Unknowingly, years later, the said fashion choice started the idea of identity, among many other ideas, which would put Francia forward as the pinnacle of culture in the whole of Europe.
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It was in one particular cold day the court had a sudden visitation from very surprising guests.
Pepin was running around frantically after receiving a report from Lord Rhine, and the court was closed that day. The regent was allowed to open the court and answer some minor pleas, but that day it seemed that Pepin had a bigger problem. No one was suspecting the sudden appearance of the pregnant beauty Arycelle Montgomery and her mysterious absolutely stunningly beautiful Ellio Labelle. He was as stunning as the rumor made him be. With his eye-length messy curly black hair, indifferent and cold demeanor, milky white skin, and soft pink lips, he stunned everyone who watched him enter the hall, men and women. Cian saw the Leinsters crowding the windows at the hall to peek at the two famous beauties, especially Ellio, even Declan had his cheeks plastered on Sullivan's just to get a look at Ellio. Even Baptiste who was shouting at people stopped and looked at Ellio with an open mouth while a tent was forming on his crotch.
He looked a lot like Louis, only smaller, paler, and with a black-haired. Cian still thought Louis was the better-looking one, but he knew if Patrick got as much as a glance at the black bitch, there will be another trouble in paradise. Although he refused to admit it, his cock did tent thinking how similar they would be with a cock up their bussy.
Behind the two were two knights, one a very noticeable white-haired giant who seemed to be in his twenties, who he later knew was Merangue, a name given to him by Ellio and Arycelle after picking him from a wandering gypsy. His mind was impaired and he seemed to be attached to both Arycelle and Ellio. The other knight was Edward Kent, a knight from York. He was in his mid-thirties and had been serving Ellio for 5 years. He had chestnut-brown hair and a mustache under a crooked nose with a pair of beautiful green eyes. Merangue, ignoring his abnormal giant body and small head, was also handsome albeit not charismatic like Edward. His white hair was shaved short in a buzz cut, while his oblivious absent-minded expression was always cute.
Behind both of them, two other ladies entered. The old, yet still majestic, Lady Selena Florent, who was in her forties wearing a head covering and long gown, carried a baby boy with her, with another stunning beauty, Amelle Labelle who was a teenager and was ripe for picking. He knew the Leinster cocks were hardening just from seeing her. Vincent who arrived shortly after hearing the arrival of the Labelle rushed to Amelle and pulled her away. Nobody saw them after, but the Labelle wasn't worried at all. Vincent was her childhood friend. Isabella quickly rushed from her chamber, as fast as she could considering her pregnant belly.
"Oh my god! Is that your baby? A year had passed and you just brought him here?" Isabella rushed, "Look at him! He's really cute!"
The baby didn't have pale skin, and instead of black hair, he had auburn hair just like her mother, a crooked nose, and a pair of green eyes. Both Arycelle and Ellio had black eyes, and even a year old, the baby clearly resembled Sir Edward Kent more than Ellio. Nobody mentioned anything, however.
"I am sorry, your highness. I was unwell after my first pregnancy."
"Oh, drop it! We're friends! But you've been busy making the second one. Oh my god, don't you only in your second trimester, your belly as huge as mine!"
Arycelle's pregnant belly was indeed huge, she was only in her second trimester, and it was already as huge as Isabella's in the third trimester.
Pepin also greeted them and stood beside Isabella.
"My lord, your highness. As you can see my wife's pregnancy is peculiar, her belly develops fast and our physician couldn't tell the cause but he said it might be dangerous for her. I heard the court employs a master physician with foreign knowledge. May I ask for his service? Maybe he could explain what happened to my wife and help her."
"Of course! Guards! Help her to the physician's room." Isabella shouted, but it wasn't the guard who came. Sullivan and Declan suddenly appeared behind both Ellio and Arycelle and without saying a word, both of them carried the couple in their arms, Sullivan carried Arycelle while Declan carried Ellio.
"I don't need to be carried," Ellio said, surprised, but his voice as cold as ice.
"Don't worry, my lord, you don't need to be shy with me! Emperor Louis brings us here to serve the realm and their lords' needs." Declan pushed a finger deep inside Ellio's covered ass as he said that making him whimpered. Arycelle also had Sullivan's fingers pushing through her covered pussy.
They carried them to the physician's room and were told to leave by Zuzhong, while the door was guarded by Ellio's knights. There was no secret, however, since the room had a huge ass window with a clear view of Arycelle standing naked beside her husband, naked as well.
Zuzhong was feeling up Arycelle's pregnant belly, then moved to Ellio after telling her to open her labia so he could see. He didn't even glance at her after he said that, and the ones who stared right into her pussy were the audience across the window in front of Arycelle.
Zuzhong moved behind Ellio, whose hands were covering his groin, and moved the hands away so his hardening 4" cut cock was also visible to the peeping toms. He then parted Ellio's legs apart so the baron's smooth pale white ball sack was even more visible. He told Ellio to play with his nipples, which the baron did quietly even though his pale white cheeks were blushing.
"The reason why the belly is that big is because the baby boy inside her inherits his father's gigantism."
Ellio remained quiet for a few seconds before answering, "I see."
"It won't be a problem for now, but the birthing might be difficult so we will prepare her from now. I'll prescribe her some medications and I'll give you the recipes. She produces quite a lot of breastmilk, so two babies won't be a problem. That being said, you need to stop the other two big babies from drinking it when the second one comes out."
Ellio wondered how the physician knew about all of this information. Even in his court, only Ellio and Arycelle knew about Merangue and Edward hogging Arycelle's breastmilk.
Convincing Merangue would be easy since the boy would do anything Ellio said, Edward, however, would rather let his own son starve than not nursing on Arycelle, Ellio thought.
They all watched as the Han physician milked Arycelle then finger fucked her and rested her on a bed, and then told the naked Ellio to lie on a bed. Zuzhong moved the bed so it was next to the window and Ellio's legs were facing the window. He climbed on Ellio's body and sat on his bare butt, thanks to his waist-length robe, on Ellio's face. Slowly, he opened the legs apart and pulled them up until the tight pink star was revealed under the smooth beautiful ballsack. Ellio's cock was hardening as well.
Everyone leaned in closer to the glass pane, somehow already naked, both Declan and Sullivan who had the first row even had their noses pulled up like a pig by the glass pane. The studs all tried to get between Sullivan and Declan, they didn't care that other studs' cock leaking on their skin as long as they got to watch. Sullivan didn't even care when Declan climbed on his body to get better looked and rubbed his cockhead on his hairy crack. They all focused on Ellio's winking starfish that they didn't even notice Karl Meyer, the painter, was behind them sketching the studs' tight asses. When they didn't react when Karl touched the ass, he began liberally pulling the cheeks apart to get a good look at the studs' tight hole for his drawing.
They all drooled when Zuzhong began fingering Ellio's tight hole.
"Interesting. I would've thought you'd be looser than this considering the baby's father's cock was ginormous. I knew the giant has a huge one since his baby inside her womb already form a cock even though it is not the time yet."
They all gasped and almost nutted when Zuzhong pulled the tight hole apart showing the pink flesh inside.
"You are as elastic as the emperor. I wonder if you share ancestry with him. It might explain both of your youthful skin as well." Ellio mumbled something in response into Zuzhong's ass who ground his ass even more onto the handsome man's face.
He fucked Ellio with his finger for a minute before changing his finger from a different hand.
The movement was quick and methodical. It didn't look like he was trying to hit the bitch button inside either, but from the shaking on Ellio's legs, it seemed he felt pleasure nonetheless. Then he eased into two fingers, changing his movement from jabbing around to what looked like a clawing move, it was as if Zhuzhong was trying to dig Ellio's ass out. Like before he was alternating between hands. Then after a few minutes, he suddenly used both hands, two fingers hooking inside Ellio's ass, and then pulled it apart. Ellio's legs were shaking, and his soft scream was muffled under Zhuzhong's ass. Unlike the last time when the hole only opened in a small circle, this time Zuzhong opened it as wide as a big fist. They all could see the reddish flesh tunnel spasming and gaping like it was trying to swallow. Where most people inside looked bizarre and some might even say disgusting, Ellio somehow looked beautiful. Strange, but beautiful, as if even his innards were weaved in a beautiful unworldly design. It was strangely erotic to see the most secretive place of someone so reclusive like Ellio.
Zuzhong reached for a small tube bottle sealed with cloth in his table, before pulling Ellio's ass upward, contorting the surprisingly flexible body.
"I see, one of your men must love this position." The doctor said, revealing Ellio's sex secret.
Zuzhong pulled the cloth sealing off and then poured a sticky white liquid inside Ellio's gaping ass.
"Fuck! That is my cum I filled in for him for my health check-up yesterday!" Finn shouted.
Sullivan suddenly opened the window, breaking the lock, "Hey, Big Dong! If you give him my cum, I'll let give you my fucking cum any time you want as much as you want! Fuck, I'll let you fucking milk my balls dry!"
"Fuck him! My cum is better! Get my cum inside him and you'll be under my protection! I even let you sit with me at the bar and give me my ass shot!" Declan shouted as well.
"Fuck you, boy! Me and my lads are stronger than him! My men produce better cum, all yours! Fuck, whatever you need, muscle, bitches, I got it. Pick your side well, big Dong!"
"Big Dong" was the nickname the courtiers gave Zuzhong because his name was too hard to be pronounced, well they only called him that when they wanted something or were afraid of his needles and medications. Most of the time, they would call him "Small Dong".
Zuzhong reached into his cabinet again and pulled out two tube bottles. He opened the first one and pointed to Sullivan before dunking the yellow-whitish smelly a little bit runny liquid inside Ellio, then he pointed out at Declan before dunking the very thick pearly white liquid that almost looked like a jelly from the second bottle inside as well.
They all watched as Sullivan's cum disappeared straight into Ellio's gaping fleshing hole like piss in a drain, then when Declan's thick cum was dropped, the inside hole was munching on the jelly-like cum. Without the window separating them, everyone could hear Ellio's muffled sultry moan as his hole was fed cum from three different strangers.
Zuzhong then kneaded Ellio's ass like he was kneading a lump of clay, and magically, Ellio's gaping hole sealed shut. He leaned the ass to the window, closed to Sullivan and Declan's head which were inside the room, and slapped the hole hard as if to show how tight he closed the hole before resting Ellio's ass down. He wasn't done, however.
The studs, some with heads were also inside the room, edged themselves watching Zuzhong jerking Ellio's 4" cut cock hard. Sullivan and Declan's heads were next to the sweating balls and it was a wonder they didn't leap inside and fucked Ellio. Both of them noted that Ellio's sweaty musk was surprisingly pleasant.
Ellio tried to hold his moan, but when he was about to cum, he let out a small cute shriek, "I... I am cumming!"
Zuzhong quickly grabbed another bottle, empty this time, and filled it with Ellio's cum.
Without even letting Ellio rest, he had the two Labelle knights, who were surprised at the state of their lord and lady but remained silent and carried the naked nobles for physical treatment.
He had them placed on top of a table he already prepared in front of his physician's office's yard. It was quite a large courtyard, and in the middle, on top of the prepared table Arycelle and Ellio were ordered to bask under the sun naked. The knights held each of the nobles to hold their legs up and apart so their holes and genitals were facing the sun. Both of them also had to wrap their arms up to their back so their pits were also touched by the sunlight.
Needless to say, the Leinster regiments, the soldiers, and even the knights moved their practice to in front of Arycelle and Ellio, with Sullivan, Declan, and Baptiste hogging the front row.
Ellio's pale skin turned redder both from the heat and shame and his cock was hard and leaking. His pleasant musky sweat from his pits, balls, and ass sweat got everyone riled even more. Sullivan, Declan, and Baptiste who were doing push up in front of their ass always took an audible deep breath whenever they were pushing up. He could feel the stares of the people like a pack of wolves drooling for a piece of meat. His ass convulsed even more, both from fear and sudden excitement he was unwilling to admit. If it wasn't for Zuzhong forbidding them from penetration of any kind, Ellio and Arycelle's holes would be flooded with gallons of cum.
Of course, Cian knew better than to go against the wishes of a bunch of collared horndogs.
He let them train there. It was good that the knights and the soldiers trained with them because when it became too much, the studs could just look for a nearby hole to dump their load in. By evening when the sun had just set, the Labelle was preparing to leave. Arycelle was escorted by Edward while Ellio went with Merangue.
Cian was walking to the dining hall when Isabella suddenly stopped him. She was surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting all had a man on their arm each. Isabella herself had both Lord Jean and Marlon Rhine at her side. Marlon, in his expensive embroidered red tunic and trousers, looked handsome and formal even in his night attire thanks to his short sweptback black hair while his thick goatee and confident black eyes gave him a more mature look than his father had. He would've looked mature if his eyes weren't glued to Isabela's visible tits under her translucent short nightgown. He looked just like another pervert. Marlon had his arm around Isabella cupping her breast while his other hand reached under cupping her pussy; he was helping her walk by "supporting" her. Jean, on the other hand, was looking like a proper silver fox, though he only had a little bit of silver lines on his short sweptback black hair. He had a full shaved beard and mustache that had grown a bit. He was walking beside Isabela and looking smugly at people he passed while one of his hands was cupping Isabella's ass. If Marlon had his 5" cut cock tenting obscenely in front of his trouser, Jean had his hard 5" cut cock making a fine upward line instead.
"Cian!" Isabella called him.
Jean's smug smile disappeared as soon as he saw Cian. He looked down but then tried to maintain his composure as a duke. When their eyes met, Jean bit his lower lip. He might strut like a cock, but his pussy knew when a real cock pass by. Even Marlon straightened up, taking his hand away from Isabella's pussy, but his hand on her breast remained unconsciously kneading it. Marlon wasn't as much of a slut as his father.
"Yes, my lady. You looking fine this night, I hope Lord Rhine and his son keeping you happy."
Cian said taking one of Isabella's hands and kissing it, with his voice carrying a hint of threat to the Rhine. He also knew Isabella loved to be buttered up.
"Oh, Cian. I am! Lord Rhine and Marlon made sure to visit me the moment they arrived here.
I am flattered."
"Of course, your highness. His majesty was very graceful with my youngest unmarried daughter's frivolous wanton late-night activity to which I am forever in his debt. I am merely repaying my debt bit by bit by being in your service, my lady." Jean replied with his deep baritone daddy's voice close to Isabela's ear.
"Oh, my lord! You shouldn't have thought of it as a wanton activity! We are merely having fun. Think of it as a fun late-night activity that fulfills your needs, the emperor believes that one shouldn't be punished just for having fun especially if it's to fulfill our needs and relieve our tension! Without stress, we all will be happy. Don't you think so?"
"My lady, how smart you are. I would've never thought so. I guess I have too many tensions that need relieving like you said. I hope you don't mind helping me relieve my tension and I would release yours. I would be honored if you grant me the opportunity to make you happy." He said lifting Isabela's hand that Cian kissed and kissed right on the spot where Cian's lips were all the while looking straight into Cian's eyes.
Cian had to admit, the man knew how to butter up people more than he ever could.
"My lord! Oh, I almost forgot. Cian, I hope you don't mind bringing some people to carry a few chests from the warehouse to Arycelle's carriage."
"Of course, my lady, right away."
The chest wasn't a lot nor it was huge, so Cian decided he himself was enough to carry it.
Labelle's entourage came with two carriages and a wagon. One royal carriage was for Ellio and Arycelle, while the other was for Selena and Amelle. The wagon where they carried provisions and the people was already full, so Cian had to carry them to Ellio's royal carriage since it had a place to tie the chest at the back. Cian was in the middle of covering the chests when he noticed a window at the back of the carriage where he could peer inside, so he did. Somehow, he wasn't surprised to find Arycelle, totally naked, breastfeeding her son and Sir Edward while the knight used one hand fingering her cunt while the other fingered her asshole. Edward's 5" cut surprisingly dark cock was also being jerked by Arycelle, and Cian could see fresh cum stains around meaning they have been going at it for a while.
Cian knew Ellio also rode the same carriage while Merangue was in charge of coaching it, but the two were nowhere to be found. Quietly, Cian jumped off from the back of the carriage and looked for the lord. He was a hunter back home, while he wasn't training other warriors, so it wasn't hard for him, using his instinct, to find Ellio especially not the mountain of a giant, Merangue. He was stepping into the woods, following big steps and broken dried leaves when he finally heard a whimper. He walked closer and found Merangue naked as the day he was born, standing tall almost half a tree, with bulging muscle all around and a pudgy belly, fucking the much smaller Ellio.
Ellio's legs were hanging a few feet above the ground while his body was held by the arms of Merangue. His stomach had a visible bulge moving in and out of it. As his gut was rearranged, Ellio, with a listless body, finally noticed Cian's presence. When their eyes met, Ellio's almost bulged out of its socket, a rare expression that the lord seldom made, Cian was sure.
"No! Stop!" He managed to whimper as his body shuddered and his pale white cock sprayed cum all over.
"I can't!" Merangue said. He did want to stop since Ellio commanded him so, but when Ellio's ass was massaging him so tightly, he couldn't resist jackhammering his giant cock inside.
"No, don't mind me, my lord. Let the boy finish. He seems to like it."
"Yes! I love it! I love Ellio!" slamming his cock hard into Ellio.
Even couldn't see it clearly Cian knew the cock was ginormous.
"Please! Not so hard!" Ellio whimpered.
"I can't! I am sorry, Ellio! I am bad!" The giant voice was sad and pitiful, but it was hard to sympathize with him when he was mercilessly slamming the much smaller Ellio whose sweat had drenched his curly black hair.
"Don't worry, boy. I'll help him relax and make you guys feel even better. Pound away!"
"What?" was all Ellio could manage before shrieking like a maniac when Cian rubbed on his sensitive cockhead.
"Oh! God! Ellio, are you okay? It feels really good!" Merangue was trailing off as drool formed in his mouth.
"Oh my god! What are you doing to me!? Fuck! Agh!"
At the same time Merangue gave a final slam, Ellio's cock squirted.
Cian let go of Ellio's cock when it blasted clear liquid which turned into a firehose as he pissed into the ground.
Ellio's face was red from shame as he continued pissing in front of a stranger. His cock was jumping around from excitement and the piss rubbing his sensitive cock from the inside.
When Ellio finished squirting, Merangue dropped himself with his back leaning on a tree, carefully and tightly hugging Ellio. It seemed that he had done it a lot.
"Ellio, why are you pissing?" The giant asked with his cock still deep inside.
"He pissed because he was happy, boy. You make him happy."
Merangue smiled and then hugged Ellio like a happy puppy. Ellio on the other hand was still looking at Cian warily.
Cian thought Ellio looked better with his wet curly hair trailing down the front of his face messily.
Then Ellio suddenly panicked and looked at Merangue, "Merangue, what are you doing!? Oh, my god!"
"I am pissing because Ellio makes me happy!" He said innocently while he was soiling his liege's ass.
Looking at Ellio's face that couldn't decide if he wanted to be mad, sultry, or exhausted did make Cian's cock hard. He began to understand why Patrick loved to annoy Louis. Ellio might be handsome with his cold face, but his many expressions were extremely attractive and lascivious. He was sure Louis would look better, but Cian didn't dare to poke the bear.
"I'll clean you up," Cian heard Merangue said.
Ellio was whimpering when Merangue pulled him off what looked like an unending giant sword for a cock. It was as thick as an adult arm and when it popped out, still hard as steel, Cian was measuring it to be at least 20" in length. The cock was uncut and it slightly curved beautifully, like a saber, below the head. The ballsack was hanging low with chicken egg-sized balls. It was a weapon of mass destruction that would make even Sullivan and Declan worshipped the ground the boy walked in. Even Cian's legs already losing their strength.
Ellio's tight hole Cian's saw the afternoon was no more. It was red and gaped open. If when Zuzhong pulled it last time, Cian could still see the fleshy inside, now it was a bottomless pit where cum and piss began flooding outside.
Ellio wasn't even looking at Cian anymore, he was too embarrassed. Cian spared him the humiliation and said, "Don't worry, take your time cleaning up. I'll make sure no one enters this area," cause God knows that hole will never close if the Leinster find them.
"Please..." Ellio called out when Cian turned his back, "Don't tell anyone."
"Don't worry, the crown will protect its loyal subjects," Cian said meaningfully before leaving, and Ellio understood.
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Ellio and Arycelle's carriage left not long after together with their wagon, Lady Selena and Amelle's carriage, however, remained in the courtyard. The back veil that attached to Selena's headdress swayed as she paced back on forth, waiting for Amelle, unsure whether or not she wanted to go back.
She had heard of what the feasts usually lead to from the gossip of the ladies that she met during her diplomatic duty that both her husband and now her son neglected. The way those ladies described was so debauched, filthy, promiscuous, and licentious, and it lighted up a fire inside Selena's heart.
For years she had been a lady and a wife to baron Labelle, fulfilling her duty by giving him a son and a daughter. For years she worked tirelessly as expected of a lady and a wife, and for years, her husband didn't desire her. For years, she remained loyal to someone who didn't desire her. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel like one of the paintings within the keep, only there as an accessory that her husband wasn't even willing to look at. She wasn't ugly by any stretch, but she wasn't the Queen of beauty either. In her forties, she didn't have any fat and her body shape was still like an hourglass. She did have a small amount of wrinkles on her face, but that was it.
Her husband was not at all interested in her, or other women. He was interested in his right- hand man, a handsome farmer son his father, Ellio's grandfather, knighted. Even death, they walked it together.
So, when the Gentleman of the Realm, Sir Sandor Dupont, was talking to her, dancing with her, whispering her sweet nothing while caressing her butt, her unfucked pussy was drenching to be finally opened after years of celibacy.
"Lady Selena, I can't believe to see you here after so long! You still look as beautiful as in the day you married the late lord, Labelle," Arthur's handsome visage appeared as he said that, grabbing her hand to kiss it while looking right into her eyes, "Trust me, I get a good look at you that day."
Selena stirred as the young man reminded her of the bedding ceremony on her wedding day where the guests ripped off her clothes and carried her to the wedding room. She could feel their hands pinching her skin, roaming deep into her pussy and asshole, and Arthur, below her, sneakily nursing on her tit as she was carried by the guests. Arthur was only fifteen at that time.
And she had heard of the fucker he had grown to be, which made her pussy drenched even more.
"Oh, Sir Arthur. You're too generous. I am waiting for my daughter, oh here they are! Amelle! Quick, your brother had left!"
Amelle had returned hand in hand with Vincent giggling. After saying goodbye, Amelle suddenly kissed Vincent's cheek and ran into her carriage. Arthur did realize the Lady was looking at her while she ran inside and peeked from open the carriage window behind the coach's seat.
"Are you leaving already, my lady? What a shame, I've heard a few lords were waiting for their turn dancing with you. You haven't even gotten to the good part yet. Trust me, you wouldn't want to miss it." Arthur sneakily planted his hand on her ass and groped it.
"Oh, my lord! I wish I could! But my daughter would've to travel alone!"
"I am sure lord Labelle hasn't gone that far. If it eases your worry, I could escort her until she reaches the carriage." Arthur's hand traveled further and rubbed on her covered cunt.
If her pussy wasn't as drenched as it was, she might've realized the ulterior motive the infamously notorious knight had.
"You too kind, sir. If that's the case, I trust her to you. I'll be in your debt. Maybe I can pay it sometime later."
"Don't worry, my lady. Consider your debt paid." Arthur kissed her hands again and pushed her to walk into the dining hall.
He then turned to the coach, who was only a teenage boy, a chubby pale dark-haired boy, saying, "Let's go boy, we had a long journey ahead of us."
The long journey Arthur mentioned was only a few blocks into the woods. Not even ten minutes in the carriage, Arthur already had his mouth on Amelle and his hands on her breasts. When he gave Amelle her first taste of cock, he told the boy to turn around into the royal wood. There the boy watched from the carriage front window how Arthur ravaged Amelle with his cock, taking her maidenhood.
When Sandor arrived with a bottle of whiskey in hand, Arthur was sitting on Amelle's face pulling her legs up as he rocked her hips at the coachboy stroking his cock. Sandor pushed the boy away to get a good look at her, laughing when he saw the state of her two holes.
"Man, you don't wait around, do you?"
"Bro, trust me, when this beauty is around, you can't wait especially when she throws herself at you."
"You take both of her cherries as well, you mad fucker."
"Both of her cherries, her first taste of cock, now I am her first ass to lick. Too bad that Vincent fucker took her first kiss. But never mind, I took all that matter." He laughed.
"Who is that, Sir?" They heard Amelle's muffled voice asked.
"Another wolf in the pack, baby. I told you I've made you a woman, now I am going to make you a slut! Pound away, brother!"
Sandor drank his whiskey in half and then threw it at Arthur. He only took out his 6" cut cock and sunk it in Amelle's sloppy pussy. "Damn! I do miss some action!" He cried before hammering his cock inside.
Arthur took a huge swig of the bottle, rocking his ass back and forth on Amelle's tongue, "Want to bet like usual, whose brat she's going to carry? I have already started before you, so my chance is high. I usually win anyway."
"Sure, for old times, sake! We haven't done it in a while have we? Man, even I haven't gotten any action at all!"
"Damn, I need to take a wicked piss!" Arthur said rising from Amelle's head and releasing her sultry moan. "What's up with that anyway? People lose interest in the Gentleman of the Realm?"
"Fucker! No. It's my man, Sullivan. He claimed me and damn if I wasn't claimed that night.
And sex was good until some bitches got into his attention, now I am fucking left on the side with my wife hogged by my brother! Sullivan's men also prefer smaller bitches and those who prefer men like me wanted to feel the thrill of conquest. Fuck, you should've seen the way Declan's men stare at me! If only I am not claimed by Sullivan, man! You wouldn't understand anyway." He said speeding up as he spoke.
"Oh, I understand perfectly."
Sandor heard Arthur say before he heard his ass being ripped apart. He felt an arm grabbing him by the neck pulling him away from Amelle, followed by a sharp pain on his asshole and a familiar feeling of a cock.
Arthur was really going for a piss, but when he heard of how his "brother" in crime talked about he had been cunted, he realized he no longer had a brother. Even Sandor's asshole was winking at him seducing Arthur, his former brother.
"You're not my brother anymore, you're a fucking cuck for a faggot!" Arthur took a huge swig of the bottle, emptying it, while hammering his 6" cut cock inside Sandor's parched bussy. Even Arthur was surprised by how easily his cock went in. "Oh, fuck! You're born for it! It was a mistake thinking of you as my brother! You're a fucking natural cunt!"
Arthur kept spluttering filth as he jackhammered his entire cock into Sandor's standing, muttering, "They should've seen you like this you fucking cunt! Gentleman of the Realm, my fucking ass! We fucked pussies together, sowing brats together, my seeds are fucking better than you but you're the gentleman and I am the infamous fucker." His speed increased just like his power as he spoke. By the end, he was power-slamming Sandor whose eyes had gone white as the handsome daddy drooled.
"From now on, you'll be the Cuck of the Realm!" And suddenly the ass getting tighter.
"Fucker, you like that don't you, cuck!? Don't worry, we'll work towards it now. I'll make your wife pregnant, and unlike your cuck brother, I am not going to kiss Sucky's ass or whatever his name is! The next babies you're having will be Gwent! And guess what cunt, you'll be naming the Gwent- Dupont!"
Sandor was driven to the edge by the threat or the promise, his ass clenched hard as his cock spewed cum.
"Fuck yeah! You fucking cunt!" Arthur rutted his cock at the sudden tightness, before slamming hard planting his seed inside Sandor's ass.
They remained standing, catching their breath. It was then Sandor suddenly said, "Oh fuck! You're pissing in me! You're claiming me!"
"Damn right, bitch! I am marking you. Next time that Leinster cunt eats your pussy, he'll taste my piss!"
After he was finished emptying his bladder, Arthur quickly replaced his cock with the whiskey bottle, planting only the opening, "Fill it up, cunt!"
Sandor did as he was asked and filled the bottle with Arthur's cum and piss inside his ass.
Arthur then set the bottle on the carriage beside him saying, "That's your whiskey from now on. When you need it, you look for me! When I am not around, fill it with your own piss. I don't care who you fuck, but when I am calling, you better be running like a dog to a bone 'cause I am sure as ready with one in my pants, you hear me, cunt!?" Arthur slapped Sandor's fuzzy's ass hard that the clapping sound echoed in the woods. He didn't listen to Sandor's answer and sauntered away drunk.
Without Arthur holding him, Sandor's legs couldn't support himself as he fell on Amelle's body who had passed out from the rough fucking. Sandor too found his eyes drifting off.
He woke up roughly with a pleasant pounding and a sharp pain in his ass. When he looked behind, the chubby boy was jackhammering his 4" cock while spanking Sandor's ass hard. His was already really red and he noticed some of the hair was peeled off from the rough spanking. He moaned and whimpered as he was fucked and spanked until the boy cum deep inside. Then he groaned hard when the boy pissed in him, and later, pushed the entire bottleneck of the whiskey bottle inside his ass.
"Fill it, cucky faggot!" The boy commanded while he kept spanking the Acting Knight Commander.
Sandor did as he was asked, and like Arthur, filled the bottle. The boy must've cum and pissed a lot because even with Arthur, the bottle only filled a quarter. After Sandor added the boy's piss and cum, it filled the base of the neck.
The boy pulled him by the balls to make him stand and then kneed him hard on the balls to make him kneel. Grabbing Sandor by short his sandy blonde hair, he rubbed his spent wet cock on Sandor's lips and had him cleaned the cock which Sandor just realized was uncut. The boy made him clean the head and under the hood, even eating the nasty cheese, before making him suck it until he was hard again. Then he slapped Sandor hard until he sat on the dirty ground. Then, with a wicked smile, the boy threw the whiskey bottle at Sandor and it landed straight on Sandor's balls.
The man was seeing stars and he couldn't even scream, only groaned, "Fucker!"
He grabbed his crotch and turned hitting his head on the ground repeatedly while his legs clasping together also kicking the ground.
The boy laughed before turning on Amelle. He carried her with him on top of the coach seat and placed her on his lap with his cock straight in her pussy.
"Oh my god!" She squealed, but when the carriage moved as the boy's cock jackhammered her, she already cum.
Seeing the carriage left, Sandor was unsure about his status. Was he claimed by the coach boy, then? Or was he still Sullivan? Perhaps he was looking at it the wrong way. He didn't have to remain loyal to Sullivan and Arthur wasn't forbidding him from cocks. But he still needed to play his card right and be sneaky, unless he wanted to incur Sullivan's wrath because he honestly didn't think Arthur even stood a chance against the man.
The journey to Labelle's keep wasn't that far, it took a day the longest. However, while Ellio arrived in the morning, Amelle didn't arrive until late at night. She was looking fine and cheerful, it was hard not to be when you spent the entire day fucking. Both the coach boy and Amelle were all smiling when they arrived.
Selena also was having so much fun the night before. Right as she walked in with a newfound purpose, the Leinster could smell her drenched pussy and asked her if she wanted to get pregnant.
Taken aback, she answered in all honesty, "God, yes! If I can."
So, the Leinster took her to the Physician; the druid was merely a religious figurehead for the Leinster as the Han outgrew his popularity even among the Leinster. Zuzhong gave her a heavenly fertility massage and gave her back just in time during the sex session of the feast. There she was told that when somebody wanted to get pregnant, they'd hold a lottery to get the person pregnant.
She was the guest of honor because it was the first time the lottery allowed the Frankish knights and courtesans. So, she spent the entire feast getting fucked, but the men gathered their seeds inside a huge bucket that Zuzhong already scattered with medicine to make the cum fresh and the sperm alive, they got at least 5 buckets of cum which all managed to get into her pussy, thanks to Zuzhong magical hands expanding her inside. She already looked like she had gotten pregnant. He sealed her pussy closed with the magic hands and then told her, he had made her produce 4 eggs during the massage so she should expect at least for kids. When he told her she could be having more since her family had a history of twins, she was already passed out from happiness. Selena then was carried to the breeding room where she was laid on a bed with her legs tied up. She was free to use by the people. Men came and went to use her asshole and mouth, including the servants.
But that night wasn't over yet. As the Leinster was still having their fun.
Sandor, who had cleaned himself up, arrived at the bar finding Arthur; who although saying he wasn't going to kiss Sullivan's ass, it seemed he was fine with kissing Declan's ass. To be specific, Arthur was giving Declan his ass shot on top of a table in a competition with two other studs, Sullivan and Finnegan.
Sandor heard that Arthur nonchalantly beat Sullivan in an arm wrestling then took a seat beside Declan, throwing one of Declan's men out in the process, and gave him a fist-bump. Declan seemingly starstruck offered Arthur to give him an ass shot which the man took with a wicked smile.
The ass shot lasted longer than usual, and Declan was swearing and groaning, but he kept Arthur's head on his ass. When Arthur was done, Declan's face looked flushed red like he had not taken any breath. Arthur merely said he knew a secret technique for blowing the "lemonade".
Sullivan who couldn't accept losing in arm wrestling called Arthur cheating and demanded another competition, an ass shots competition, which Declan suddenly accepted on Arthur's behalf and pointed his new best friend, Arthur, as his partner. Everyone, including Cian, was surprised when Finnegan said he was participating, and even more surprised when he suddenly pulled Damien announcing him as his partner.
So, there they were, the three biggest studs on their back on the table bar grabbing their legs as three other men blew "lemonade" into their ass. Declan with Arthur, Finnegan with Damien, while Sullivan was alternating between Walsh and Murphy since they couldn't handle taking too much of the "lemonade" in their mouth. Sullivan lost by the 33rd shots, he groaned like what Declan insulted as "A mule giving birth" while the mixture of "milk" and "lemonade" burst out of his ass straight into Walsh's mouth.
Declan was next to lose, he was too drunk to even hold his ass close. By the 50 shots, Declan's ass was leaking the mixture back out like a bucket with a small hole. Arthur sneakily and quickly pulled off his loincloth and plugged Declan's ass closed. His eyes were dilated and he was slurring his words. Finnegan won with 51 shots.
The forfeit was to have their face drenched in the winner's ass shot. Knowing that he couldn't back out from two biggest studs at once, clearly counting the drunk-ass Declan with his smart brain, Sullivan was surprisingly cooperative though still groaning in displeasure when Finnegan made him laid on a table with his head hanging on the edge. Then Finnegan put a chair in front of the head, stood on it, then squatted over the head, before shitting the content of his ass. Even with Finnegan alone, Sullivan's head was already drenched. Declan, who was too drunk, was carried by Arthur, and Big D on each side with his legs on his shoulders. They hung his ass right on top of Sullivan's face and his asshole even touched the big man's nose. When Sullivan was about to shout that he was too close, Arthur pulled the plug out and the mixture was bursting out, some even got into Sullivan's mouth. Declan was still muttering nonsense as he shat himself, giggling like a maniac, still looking handsome. Sullivan and his men retreated to his chamber with his men, forbidden from washing his face for a week, while Declan was carried by Arthur and Big D followed by Fennec.
While everyone had retreated to their chamber, Cian began his night patrol like he always did. He passed Arthur's room with huge ass window, candles still brightly lit, and saw that the four had retreated to Arthur's room instead of the barrack. There with Declan in the middle of the huge bed, folded upside down with his ass up still conscious enough to hold his legs, Arthur, Big D, and Fennec were feasting on his tight pink Nordic smooth ass while the man was freely moaning. It seemed that Arthur was teaching them the "secret technique".
A round after, Cian was back near Arthur's room, Big D and Fennec were already passed out on the bed, while Arthur was still munching Declan's ass. The big stud was still awake and moaning, and his eyes were fixated on Arthur who was tonguing his ass.
Arthur wasn't plastering his mouth into Declan's ass, his head was hung just a bit above so Declan could see him over his own balls, and his tongue was extended to drill the ass. He wanted the big stud to know that he was tongue fucking him, there was no more "ass shot" pretense around.
Declan's flushed face was also coated in cum and precum was leaking from his cock straight into his face as well.
With one hand jerking his own cock, while the other wrapped around Declan's body jerking the stud's cock, his tongue expertly pried open the asshole. That wasn't quite accurate. It was more like the tongue was cajoling the asshole, and the asshole opened itself up. Right at that moment, Arthur gathered his salivas and planted his mouth on the opened asshole, blowing his spit inside.
Declan gasped and rutted his asshole in Arthur's mouth, as the hand on his cock milked him until he came straight on his face.
Arthur also came sort after and moaned loudly. He caught his cum on his hand and then suddenly stood. Peering over to look Declan straight in the eyes, he brought the hand filled with cum into his mouth and lapped it. Then, staring straight into Declan still, his head slowly descent.
Declan gulped as the head was getting closer and closer to his ass, and he moaned when the lips met with his asshole.
With both hands, Arthur stretched the legs, even more, to make the asshole open a bit more, then he blew his cum straight into the hole. Declan gasped and moaned, his legs shuddered as his cock suddenly pumped more cum, some even made it into Declan's mouth.
It was then Arthur noticed Cian's on the other side of the window.
He smiled at him and then lifted Declan's like he weighed nothing by the waist, still upside down with his ass up and legs over Arthur's arm. When he reached the window, Arthur opened it and rested Declan's hips, who was still rolled over facing Arthur, on the window stool. He pushed the ass out so it was peeking out of the window, and the tight pink asshole was staring straight at Cian.
"Seeing anything interesting star up there on your patrol, bro?" Arthur asked with a smirk on his face.
Cian smirked back, "Not as interesting as this one right here."
Arthur laughed and slapped the pink tight hole hard making the drunk Declan yelped. "I bet you won't see a more beautiful star than this, brother. You caught it at the best time as well, right as I make it bloom, and before I took the cherry." He hovered his head over the hole and inhaled deeply, "Smell that brother? That is the smell of sweet sweet cherry."
Cian raised his eyebrow, "You want to take it tonight?"
"Heh, as tempting as it is, no. I want him to be awake, and by the time I do it, he'd probably have gallons of my cum push up his ass already."
Arthur extended his tongue and lapped at the hole while looking straight at Cian. He then planted his mouth on the hole, slurping it and drilling his tongue in for a good minute eliciting a sultry moan from Declan.
When he looked back at Cian, he said, "Fucking sweet brother. You want a taste?" He said offering Declan's winking and fluttering asshole like it was a sack of meat.
Cian was hesitating, not because he wasn't interested, but because he still had his promise that head to uphold. But then again, the promise was only to keep cock out of his hole, maybe his cock out of anybody's hole as well, but not his tongue, right? But Arthur was right, the hole did smell sweet. It was musky, sweaty, and more importantly, tight and raw. A smell of a ripened cherry.
In the end, Cian's tongue had its own mind and lapped straight at the wet and musky asshole that welcomed his tongue by puffing itself out.
"Yeah, buddy. Help yourself out. Told you I am not stingy. I am sure he won't mind me sharing his hole with my best buds!" Arthur laughed as he slapped his recovering cock on Declan's upturned face.
Cian continued drilling his tongue into Declan's sweet ass, savoring the musk and sweat of the proud stud around the pink flesh. He passed his tongue with enough pressure on the sensitive flesh and made it shiver with excitement. There was just something different about the taste of unbroken ass, and while most ass would be quivering with a taste of fear, Declan's was soft and moldable, still tight mind you, but it didn't refuse the intrusion perhaps because it didn't register the tongue as a threat. Arthur had done so well introducing his tongue to Declan's ass that when a tongue touched it, it registered it as a fun time.
Meanwhile, Arthur whose cock was hardening again wanted to try something. He parted Declan's upturned lips and pushed his cock inside slowly. Not even a second the head was in, as Arthur moaned when the warmth hit him, Declan was already gagging and spitting out the cock back out.
"Don't worry, `buddy'," Arthur laughed. He made a stupid face when he said the word "buddy", and lifted one of his legs over Declan's head so his ass was on the face. He moved his hand to his pits and made a fake fart sound, but it was clear to Cian, Arthur actually farted onto Declan's face, "We got all night and every night from tonight to train your throat!"
Then Arthur put his leg back down with Declan's head in between, then pulled the head pressing his taint by the hair, and clamped down with his meaty thighs and thick ass. "For now, buddy'," He farted again, "You can get acquainted with my balls and ass. Right, hmmph, buddy'!"
Arthur said pushing the last bit of gas inside his gut on Declan's head.
Declan could only whimper and groan as he could not even lift his arms.
Then suddenly, as Cian's tongue was digging into Declan's virgin bussy, Arthur's tongue descended on the hole, looking for some action as well. Cian looked at Arthur's mischievous eyes and he could tell, from the breath and the dilated eyes, that Declan wasn't the only one pissed drunk that night. Cian knew right then there would be no better way to build his rapport with Arthur than then.
He spat right on the hole and pulled off as he looked at Arthur with the same mischievous smirk, waiting for Arthur to lap at the spit.
Arthur lapped right at the spit and blew it straight into Declan's tunnel. He continued drilling and made a mock bliss-out face which made Cian laugh. When Arthur pulled a little bit away, tongue still on the hole, Cian dove right in. At first, only the tips of their tongues were touching, and no one flinched. Clearly, Arthur wasn't shy about male-to-male intimacy. It did make Cian think about why Louis who grew up with a strict chaste father enforcing the code of Chivalry at him turned into a reserved man while Arthur who grew up as a knight too turned into a pervert. Was only the French code of chivalry involved chastity? But then, some French knights also adopted the Greek tradition of banging their students.
He didn't have time to think much, especially with Declan's sweet asshole distracting him.
The distance between their tongues also shortened after each second, until finally, they both lapped at the hole and each other. They didn't know who started it, but their licks turned into a full made- out session between both of them for a good minute before, without any words, only lustful stares, they returned to devour Declan. Cian and Arthur did make out from time to time between eating the hole.
Although Cian wouldn't have cum just from eating ass on a normal occasion, that night wasn't normal. He had been deprived of cumming by Patrick for a few days and that day, he had a full tank. He had been for days. To say he was a hair-trigger would be an understatement. Even with friction from the fabric on his cock, he was already driven to pleasure. Declan's sweet virgin bussy was a cherry on top, the best tight musky cherry.
"Fuck!" Cian said pulling his pants down and furiously jerking his cock.
"Shit! You're coming? Get in on your hand quick!"
Cian didn't have time to think so he did what Arthur told him to do and placed his palm in front of his cock. "Ugh! Fuck!" He groaned as he spurted unending shots of cum on his hand. When he was done, he had a palmful of cum, some of which was already spilled out.
"Fuck! You like his ass that bad, huh! Can't blame you. Go on, blow it in him. I don't mind my buddy's sperm dancing with mine. They might even be holding a ball inside his ass right now. Let's have our sperm bond in this bitch's ass!" Arthur laughed again as he ground his thighs up and down against Declan's head which was still tightly clamped there.
Cian dunked all of his cum inside his mouth, tasting the salty substance that he had become familiar with thanks to Patrick, and latched his mouth on Declan's hole that Arthur pulled apart by the cheeks. It was only a small opening so Cian had to blow it slowly. But surely, more and more of Cian's warm cum made its way into Declan's tunnel, and the man knew it, technically, as he groaned when the warm liquid descent further into his ass.
When no cum was left in his mouth, Cian pulled back and watched as a drop of cum disappeared into the dark tunnel. Their holes had been unconsciously trained to accept liquid being pushed down into it.
"Yeah! That's it, buddy!" Arthur said as he rubbed his finger on the hole, shining it, "Don't worry, once I break him in, I'll share this hole with you! We might even give him a good `ole double sticking up there."
Arthur offered his fist at Cian for a fist bump which he gladly accepted.
"Let me get back to patrolling yeah? Don't have too much fun without me!"
"Don't worry, buddy. I'll tell you everything you're missing out!"
They laughed. Arthur turned and carried Declan's ass on the bed as he was eating the ass. He slammed himself on the bed, grounding his cock and balls all over Declan's face under him.
Even as he walked away from the room, Cian was sure that wasn't the last time that night Arthur blew his cum inside Declan's ass.
When he was back at the royal bar, the room was still lit up brightly, he found Finnegan and Damien still inside the bar. They weren't drinking.
Finnegan was perching his ass at the edge of the bar, on his back holding his legs up like he was at the ass shot competition, but this time, he was clearly getting his ass eaten by Damien. Unlike Finnegan who was fully naked, Damien was still fully clothed while he kneeled eating Finnegan's ass.
He did have his cock out, jerking it into a small shot glass while Finnegan rocked his ass up and down.
Then as Finnegan cum, with some cum getting on his beard, Damien also cum into the shot glass.
"Wait, bro. Let me open you up a bit more." He heard Damien say, holding Finnegan's ass still, as he replaced the shot glass under his cock with an empty glass.
Cian watched as Damien filled the glass with his piss until it was full, before pulling away from Finnegan who was waiting patiently while holding his legs and his asshole winking expectantly, and added some powder into the cum and the piss. Then he told Finnegan to hold his ass higher, which Finnegan did making his ass lined vertically. Clearly, his trust for Damien was higher than Cian had expected as Finnegan didn't mind when Damien "helped" Finnegan open the stud's asshole by hooking the first knuckle of his fingers in the asshole.
Looking straight into Finnegan's eyes, smirking mischievously which the huge stud did not interpret as anything sinister from it, Damien poured the cum shot glass straight into Finnegan's ass.
After, Damien drank his own piss from the glass until his mouth was bulging, then blew the cum into Finnegan's asshole whose eyes were turning white while Damien himself smiled.
Damien did that one more time until the piss only left a little bit less than a half, then Finnegan told him to stop.
"You sure? There is only half left. You hold more than this last time."
"Yeah, I am too tired from the last time. Maybe tomorrow. Give me that. Oh, hey bud, didn't see you there." Finnegan grabbed the piss glass, downing it, while waving at Cian.
"O-oh, hey Cian! Since when you've been there?" Damien asked him like he had been caught red-handed, which he did.
"This lemonade tastes different. Probably from the powder. We needed to ask him to fix that."
"Taste different, huh," Cian looked at Damien smirking knowingly while the man awkwardly smiled back, "Whatcha've been doing up here."
"It's a secret, but I know we could tell you." Finnegan said finishing his "lemonade" and motioned for Cian to lean in. "Big Dong Doctor told us he's making an experiment with powder that can make the milk and lemonade be absorbed by the ass. I think it sounds amazing! We could definitely make it a more expensive shit to sell! I am testing it now!"
Finnegan jumped down the counter and went to the storage. They carried on their conversation until hours, with Finnegan serving them drinks while remaining naked. Finnegan didn't remain behind the counter either, he usually stayed leaning his back on the bar in between Damien and Cian who were sitting on stools.
Cian did notice Damien's hand wandering around Finnegan's thighs as they were speaking, looking at him with a smug face.
Damien brought his fingers to his face and blew it after making it look like he was about to be flicked. Then, looking at Cian still smugly smiling, he brought the fingers behind Finnegan's ass and the man suddenly jumped.
"You fucker!" Finnegan said, before giving Damien a noogie.
Finnegan was laughing along with Damien, but strangely, when he had done with the noogie, Finnegan remained standing with his back facing Damien. While they were talking, Damien whose face was leaning on Finnegan's naked hip, moved his hand close to his face and made a rapid rubbing motion in the air to show Cian what he was currently doing with Finnegan's asshole. Damien did give Finnegan a few more flicks up his asshole, but Finnegan only cursed without the noogie.
After an hour had passed, Damien said excitedly, "It's been hours, let's check it!"
Finnegan jumped on the counter and squatted with his butt hanging on the edge. He pulled his asscheeks apart until his tight pink hole was stretched and opened a bit.
"I don't think I can see it," Damien said smirking, and then with both thumbs on the tight pink hole, he stretched it even more. he didn't pull the hole apart, merely stretching it. It didn't show the fleshy inside as Zuzhong did with Ellio, instead, it made the hole puckered and extended like a tube.
"I don't think I can feel anything buddy!" Finnegan said.
Damien licked his lips and then planted his mouth on the puckering asshole. First, he was kissing it which made Finnegan gasp, and then he sucked on the protruding flesh eliciting moans from Finnegan whose legs were shaking. He was alternating between licking and sucking on the hole.
Then after making Finnegan moan "Yes!" a few times, he pulled his mouth away, still sucking hard, making a plop sound as he did. Damien caressed the puckered hole with his fingers, teasing the puckering lips saying, "Yeah, I don't think I taste anything either."
Finnegan remained in his position, still spreading his cheeks, letting Damien play with his hole for a good minute. Then Damien jokingly flicked at the asshole again.
"Fucker!" Both of them laughed.
They drank a few more talking about the new ideas Finnegan could do with the drinks thanks to Zuzhong's powder, and then Damien suddenly said, "Well, buddy, I think it's time for me to call that favor."
Finnegan was taken aback and his face suddenly flushed red, "With Cian here?"
Cian looked at them curiously.
"Cian won't say anything. He's a good lad, as you lot says."
Finnegan smirked, "Yeah, he's been a good lad, and now he's even more of a good boy when Patrick put his collar on him."
Cian didn't regret not telling Finnegan he had been drinking Damien's piss and absorbing Damien's piss and cum with his ass.
"Well, C'mon! You owe me one! You know I help you big time with your lady!"
Finnegan groaned, "Yeah! I know buddy! I'll do it for you, but you better not tell anyone!"
"Do what?" Cian couldn't resist asking.
"Well, Finnegan told me this one best way to drink wine is by filling it inside an ass and drinking it from there."
"A bitch's ass. I am not bitch!" Finnegan said.
"Well, you're my best bud, and I think best bud's ass will taste as fine. Not every day you get to taste wine straight from the best stud in the world!" Damien buttered Finnegan's ass even more.
"Fucker. You and your sweet mouth." Finnegan said grabbing a wine bottle and giving it to Damien. He then climbed on the bar, again, and pulled his legs around holding his ass upturned.
Damien, without a word, kissed the pink asshole back and spent a few minutes licking and eating the ass, then he carried the wine bottle to the still-closed tight asshole.
"You better open up, bro, or I'd have to push the bottle in. I don't think it's honorable for a stud like you to be deflowered by a wine bottle."
Finnegan laughed, "You motherfucker! Keep that bottle away from my ass!"
Finnegan tried to open his asshole as it kept puckering and winking wildly. Damien also helped by kissing it and prying it open with his tongue. It was opened wide enough for the wine to be poured inside the tight asshole.
"Thalt's enough!" Finnegan said, his asshole sealed tight right as he said that making some of the wine spilled out wetting his fuzzy ass. "Are you ready?" He asked, even with his head between his legs, he still looked and sounded macho.
Damien gave a raspy, "Yeah!"
"Fuck!" Finnegan moaned as he pushed the wine out making a fountain.
Damien drank from the wine fountain a bit before sucking the wine straight from Finnegan's asshole. Sometimes his mouth puckered up as he sucked, while some other times, his mouth was eating Finnegan's crack.
They refilled Finnegan's ass two more times with wine. The second time, Finnegan was perching on the bar squatting as he shot the wine right into Damien's waiting mouth below before it ascent closer and latched on Finnegan's ass.
The third one, Finnegan was back to the first position, ass up, while both Damien and Cian ravished his ass fountain.
"We are only drinking, not fucking. It's not cheating." Damien said once, and it was enough to convince Cian.
When they finally called it off, Cian watched as Finnegan walked with Damien arm in arm, while Damien's fingers caressed Finnegan's crack, sometimes teasing his asshole.
Damien looked behind and motioned Cian to walk beside him.
As he did so, he felt Damien's hand sneaking into his trousers and his fingers too played on the rim of his waiting asshole. He felt extremely promiscuous as his asshole, which was promised to Patrick, was teased by another man. He didn't do anything, probably thanks to the wine and the good day, and his still pent-up balls.
When they reached a junction to the noble quarters, where they had to part ways with Finnegan, Damien kissed Cian. He made out and made Cian drink his saliva before turning to Finnegan, pulling his hand out of Cian's trousers.
Then Damien guided Finnegan's much taller head down and kissed his neck, while his fingers that had been inside Cian's ass were rubbed on Finnegan's mouth who instinctively began sucking it.
Damien smirked at Cian, before pulling Finnegan's head down again and kissing him.
They walked into the hallway kissing while Damien's finger was still playing on Finnegan's ass.
When Cian curiously walked into Finnegan's room in the morning, he wasn't surprised to find Damien there. He was surprised, however, that Damien was piledriving Karla on the bed while he was piledriving Finnegan in front of him with his tongue. Finnegan held his legs upturned with his cock straight down facing his own face, a position he seemed to be familiar with ever since that night, while Damien was pounding his wife's asshole, who was also in the same ass-up position. Karla couldn't see his husband as their body were facing away from each other, she only could hear that he was also having a good time. Finnegan's face was covered in his own cum, some of which were dried with a fresh coating on his face. Cian left them, and the three of them weren't seen for the rest of the day.
In fact, Declan and Arthur were also nowhere to be found the next morning. When Cian made his way into Arthur's window, he did see Declan's upturned back on the bed and Arthur was holding him by the waist while giving an ass shot into his ass. He waved at Cian and made a piss-out drunk face pointing at Declan. Declan might've slurred something as Arthur suddenly looked at him giggling. He then leaned back, moved his hand to hold Declan by the legs, and lifted his legs. Even though Cian couldn't see Declan's head, he could tell from the position, Arthur's ass was point blank on the face.
He let out a loud and long fart as he said loudly, "Yes, Declan! I am your best buddy!"
For two straight days, Declan was drunk, both from the alcohol shoved up his ass and Arthur's wicked fart.
At night, Cian finally met Damien. He was trying to butter up Sullivan, which seemed to work since Sullivan seemed more welcoming to Damien after Finnegan made sure everyone knew Damien was under his wing. After the bar closed, Damien told Cian right in front of Finnegan that Karla, that night, was taking every drop of his cum in her ass, while Finnegan dumped his on his own face.
Finnegan didn't seem to mind and it seemed to make them grow closer, Both to Damien and Cian.
Later into the night, Finnegan was feeding wine straight from his asshole to both Damien and Cian without any favor needed.
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Hello! I am back with a couple of new chapters! 3 in fact! This one is a bit different than usual because we focus more on the story at the court when Louis is away through the lenses of Cian and maybe other characters in the future.
As you can see, I added an influx of new characters as I felt like for a story based in medieval Europe with an intricate web of nobility, my characters were too small and the geopolitics was only shown internationally where the internal politics wasn't as fleshed out. So yeah, I know, it's going to be a pain to keep up with the characters, but at least I make a new webpage for it that you can go back to whenever you need a fresh remainder of the characters. Tell me what you think of the page and the setting.
Also, for further explanation moving forward, and my MIA over the last year, I'll address that in the next chapter of Francia, please wait for that to come up, which is supposed to be shortly after this one. TLDR: Life happens, I am changing the way the chapters are written in the future, and I also made a Ko-fi page for those who want to support me!
It's not necessary, I really appreciate even just your kind words, but if you do tip/donate to me, my kittens and I offer you our utmost gratitude! Anyway, hope you like this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this one.