Kingdom of Francia

This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica sets in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Age. It wasn't heavily fantastical, meaning that I don't have any plan to include dragons, etc. yet. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and did not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might unsuitable for certain people, such as relationship with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author haven't envisioned. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.

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"I am cumming! Mommy's is cumming! Daddy's cock is so good! Rut that snake inside mommy's cunt!" The red-headed chieftain said and impaled himself harder on the smaller man's bony long bent cock before screeching in a high pitch voice like a proper whore as he shot a copious amount of cums onto the dried cum adding more layers on Connor's face and body.

Connor didn't say anything and just smiled looking at the chieftain impaling himself on his cock since yesterday, moaning like a slut, and didn't give a fuck to anyone but Connor. He laid on the comfy fur bed with his arms behind his head watching his bitch pleasuring himself. A couple of times, one of the crews would come in and Rory wouldn't even stop riding as he continued talking to the crew. If Rory got upset by something the crew reported, Connor would push his cock upward, pushing Rory's button, and soon, he would let the crew go. The first crewmate who had gone to Rory's cabin received a word of insult and an earful of slutty moan. Rory didn't say anything when the old sailor pinched his tits hard and weighted it like he was a whore on sale. The sailor left the door open, so everyone could hear the chieftain moan and made some bets on how many more times Rory could cum. They weren't betting a small number as they knew the man could cum numerous times.

In the last weeks approaching Francia, Connor decided he want the nighttime to be only Rory and his time. The word "Only", however, included every crewmate hanging out at the bar every night. Rory would stand ready near the bar naked as he waited for Connor to finish with whoever bitch he had for the night. This also allowed Rory to learn to differentiate Connor's whistles and understood whether his man wanted a beer, a beer in Rory's ass, a pisspot, or other things. When Connor was bored pumping his cock to someone, he would gather the table, lay on it, and whistle calling Rory to ride his cock in front of his crewmates. They would cheer him, and he would give them his fuck finger. The second he got Connor's cock inside his ass, the crew would shove those fuck fingers into his nose, and Rory would ride Connor's cock in that position a good couple of minutes before he realized what his crew had done. He didn't do anything to them nor to the people who spanked his ass or pulled his nipples. The reason was obvious. The cock was hitting him so well, and he didn't care what he did. He didn't even resist when his crew told him to squeal like a proper bitch in a high-pitch when he came, and he had been doing that ever since then. Connor was always smiling as well, which you would think in malice or pride as he had conquered his own chieftain. But that's not what Rory found. The eyes, they genuinely looked like Connor was proud of Rory and wanted to show Rory around, not as a cheap whore, but as a prized conquered cunt. And those eyes only got even prouder as nights passed, and that was enough to make Rory's cheek rosy and his cock lurching.

But last night was different because they were about to reach Francia, so now Rory rode Connor in his own room with walls filled with heads of animals he conquered as they stared at him as if they knew he was joining their rank, probably not with his head hung, but his butt. Fuck, he was cumming again. Despite Rory's attempts to lick clean his cums afterward, Connor's body, face, and hair were still slick from the cum. The man didn't get angry still, his dashing smile never disappeared.

"I know you lovebirds want to say goodbye and all, but hurry the fuck up! We're close and both of you fuckers still haven't dressed yet." Was that Patrick? Rory wasn't sure, so he kept pumping Connor's dick.

"We should get dressed."

"Nah... Damned those Frankish can wait! I want my husband's cock!"

"Mommy, c'mon. Patrick will be mad if we ruin his first impression on the people."

"Fucking hell! Is there no way for me to convince you to stay in Leinster? You could be the chieftain, I don't care. And I'll just wait in our bedroom like a good bitch, your good bitch. Please, Daddy. I'll be a good mommy for your kids!" He got a slap from Connor.

"Don't be a desperate cunt! I don't like a nosy cunt, you sound like Iain! If you want to be a good cunt for me just be ready whenever I want and shut up when I don't want or can't have you!" And then he turned their position around so now Rory was laying doggy, faced down with his ass up and Connor's cock deep in him.

"Besides, it's not like I deprived you of cocks! You can fuck anyone you want." Connor leaned in towards Rory's ear, "or have anyone rut your spot."

"My kids aren't as good as you."

"I am not talking about our kids. I am talking about anyone with a cock. I am sure Eckert would want to bag you again." He whispered purposefully pushing Rory's prostate.

"Yes! I mean, no! I am not a cunt! I am your cunt! There's no way in hell I'll give that fucking Eckert a second dip at my cunt, Daddy! He got a small cock and isn't as good as you at using it either. That fucking man won't satisfy me! And he looks fucking old and he's younger than me! Fucking saying I secretly wanted to be tied in his basement birthing his babies!? The fucking nerve! Fuck, my cunt isn't interested in his cock! I only want your cock, Daddy."

Connor just sneered when he heard Rory say all of those as his butt clenched Connor's dick tighter, clearly excited at the prospect. "Only my cock? What if I come back injured and can't get it up?"

"Then we should rethink this relationship."

"Fucking cunt!" Connor laughed as he pulled Rory by the arms, bit his neck, and slammed his cock deep. It was so hard that Rory's face repeatedly hit the headboard but the man was too far gone to even notice. After a couple of minutes, Connor gave a few hard slams and Rory's face hit the headboard so hard the free crewmates now watching from the open door. They cheered on Connor as he gave Rory a final push and filled the cunt with his cum.

"Connor, you're going to make the cunt dumb!" Said one of the passing sailors.

Connor pullout and slapped Rory's ass, "You don't mind being a dumb cunt, don't you slut?"

To which, Rory answered by farting Connor's cum.

Connor told the sailors to clean Rory up before making his way to his room.

When the ship arrived, they were greeted by a loud orchestra of trumpets lined near the dock area, with a carriage and horses readied. His councilors were there to greet him along with their royal guards and Leinster regiments who arrived just a few hours earlier. The army had lined just the way Louis and Patrick planned, a pair of Leinster-Frankish on a horse. It was customary for the king, after a conquest, to parade around the town giving roses as they passed, Louis chose to parade in his white horse just like his father did while Isabella would follow in the carriage. Although the king usually did this alone, unless they were in a carriage, both Patrick and Rory would use this opportunity to show their standing to the people by riding beside Louis, just slightly behind. This, of course, raised questions and tension amongst the nobles, but nobody dare to object. The three made their way on their horses, Louis dressed in his noble garments covered by a long blue regal mantle and Patrick in a more rustic yet had a touch of vintage Frankish tunic with a tribal fur coat.

They were greeted with joy by the commoners as they passed by. Although everyone did note the new formation for the parade with a Leinster reaching from behind a Frankish leading the horse, nobody complained. They felt this was better since all of the royal army and knights could now greet their family and give them roses. They also didn't notice how the carriage was sometimes shaken to the left or right or Isabella's moans as her bottom holes penetrated by Lucas and Sean. But that was probably due to Rory taking all of the attention.

Patrick was livid when he saw Rory ride with only a fur coat covering only his backside and strapped leather across his chest. Oh, and a fur loincloth hanging by the waist with nothing covering on the bottom, but Patrick didn't think that thing need to be mentioned since it didn't cover anything anyway. As Rory rode, the loincloth could not cover all of Rory's crotch, so his balls would be hanging on each side. Since Rory rode on the left side of Louis, he shifted his shaft so the head would be pointed to that side. Everyone who spent enough time looking at his crotch would notice Rory's cock and balls, and the man was indeed trying to flaunt it. If anything, he did his best so his cock and balls could be seen by everyone. Hearing the ladies and gentlemen gasped, then whispered even pointing at him, he knew he got what he wanted.

It was also customary to give the roses to the children and the women, but Rory, of course, gave it to a few men, some of which had a wife, some of the wives also received Rory's roses. Louis almost fell from his horse when he saw Rory give the flower to one of the young acolytes much to the dismay of the priest beside them. Louis knew the clergy would request an audience later, but he had to admit, those old farts' expressions were funny. So, Louis too gave roses to men he thought handsome or hot, while Patrick charmed all of the noble ladies and, subtly, their husbands and sons. Seeing they gave roses to the guys as well, one particular hunk of a man on his feet just a little bit shorter than Louis on a horse, rushed to the lines, trying to push the watchmen barricading the road.

Louis was flattered to see how this man struggled just to get his rose. His sharp eyes, square face that made him seem mature, and the stubbles on his five o'clock made Louis's cock harden as he squirm on his horse.

When Louis approached, the man was clearly getting wilder and he nearly knocked the watchmen off when he saw Louis was coming for him. He was surprised when Louis gave him his handkerchief, a symbol of when someone was interested in you. It was usually given by women to a knight so he could show it when they were jousting as a symbol of courtship. That man was no knight, but he was sure aren't refusing Louis's insinuation. He brought it to his nose and inhaled it as he looked into Louis's eyes briefly before the emperor made his way further down the road. Even that brief moment almost made him cum on the spot. He knew where he would be shooting his cum the next few months.

When Louis arrived at his palace's courtyard and the commoners still cheered, they knew the parade was a success.

When he dismounted his horse, Louis quickly felt someone hugging him from behind. He almost thought it was Patrick, but Patrick wasn't that smooth or romantic, and there was only someone who aren't a Leinster who dare to hug him like that. As he turned around, he was greeted by the beautiful face of his younger sister who had just hit puberty.

She has long wavy blonde hair, just like Louis's but younger. All of Louis's features but a much more feminine smooth oval face instead of Louis's sharp oval. Their eyes were blue, but everyone could tell his sister was livelier.

"Why do I feel like you aren't bringing me any gift, brother?"

Louis laughed as he let go of her sister's hug, "I went to war, Salome, not touring the countryside."

"Did you seriously go outside Francia, and didn't bring me any gift? Louis!"

"Your brother went to war, and instead of worrying about his health, you worry about a gift?"

"Well, I know you're going to win anyway."

"Silly goose!" Louis said as he flicked her head.

When she saw Patrick approach gently, Salome suddenly poised herself as the most graceful maiden on the entire earth.

"Saint Mathilda would be jealous if she can see you right now." Louis got a light punch on his light shoulder, which he kind of deserved.

Patrick chuckled as Salome gave her hand. He stared into her eyes as he slowly descended to kiss her hand. "My name is Patrick MacCarthal, lady Salome. I heard a lot about you from your brother." He actually heard it from the chancellor, but she didn't need to know that.

"All good things, I hope."

"You are as beautiful as he said."

Salome blushed, but she didn't look away, clearly enjoying the compliment. She was a little startled when Rory's big frame came to her vision, but quickly composed herself as to not be seen as rude. She offered her hand to the man which made the man smirk. Salome felt something weird, nothing sinister, but it's like the man wanted to eat her, or have her? What he did next sent a shiver to her body.

Rory kissed the back of her hand, but he didn't stop there. After kissing, he moved to lick her thumb. He stared at her as he sucked and teased the finger with his lips. She blushed but didn't do anything to push him away or show any annoyance. So Rory continued until all of her fingers made their roll call inside Rory's mouth, then he let go. "This is how we greet a new friend. I am glad you didn't freak out, my lady. As a gift, here's my most prized hair as a token of goodwill for a graceful woman like you." He said before pulling his loincloth upwards to grab some of his pubes from his balls. He didn't need to pull the loincloth, but he wanted to make sure the princess could see what he had to offer. After groaning painfully, he gave her a good strand of hair, "It's always painful to do that, but that shows how we take our friendship seriously, and I do hope Francia and Leinster will remain friends for a long time."

Salome was a bit hesitant at the first time, but she accepted the thick pubes strand. Her face was as red as Rory's hair, which many spectators, who were Louis's many courtiers, assumed from shame. Rory and Patrick knew better, and even as he refused to see it, Louis as well.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Please, smell it. I want to make sure you get a good one. If any of that hair wasn't to your liking, I'm sure I can pull a good one for you. I got a forest right here." Rory gave a belly laugh as he showed his hairy balls to the princess.

Salome smiled awkwardly, but Rory's smile made it as if she was expected to smell it. That, and this sudden strange warmth in her chest somehow made her want to do it. So she did put the strand under her nose and smell it.

"Inhale stronger."

Salome followed the instruction of the man who she barely knew, and inhaled so hard that some people there could hear her snorting.

"Good right?"

Salome nodded, "Yes, my lord. It was, different."

"I like you. When we like a woman, we usually press her head here," He motioned under her balls, pulling his loincloth again, "so she could smell our goodwill fresh from the meadow. Your brother is special, so I gave him my goodwill even though he wasn't a woman."

"Dad, I think that would be too much for the people here. Look, they already look at you like you're going to rape the princess."

Rory didn't take no for an answer, "I didn't ask you, son. What do you think, do you want my goodwill, my lady?"

Salome gave a little cough, "I am afraid your son is right, chieftain. With all due respect, I do think the people weren't ready for this display of different culture."

Rory walked closer to her with his back to where most of the crowd gathered covering both of them, "That's not what I ask." He pulled Salome's hand right on his balls and squeezed it softly.

Salome felt breathless for a while, but after a few seconds squeezing Rory's balls, "I-I think, that would be interesting."

"Then it settled. There'll be a welcoming feast inside, right? If you're afraid of people in here, we just do that there. I'll show them how much of a good friend we are." He said pulling Louis closer as well, "And the emperor too. I'll scrub my balls using your beautiful faces like I am rinsing my sweat off on your pretty face, and I'll show everyone I am such a good friend with the emperor's family that they let me clean my balls off with their face as I gave them my goodwills. I am sure they'll warm up to us."

Patrick was livid, "Dad, I-I don't think that's what the princess meant."

"Shut up son, and grow a pair of big balls like your old man. Let's go." He said as he slapped Salome right on the pussy through her dress.

She tried to hold down her voice when Rory's hand somehow managed to feel like it was groping her cunt, and then as the hand finger pushed through her cunt lips, well, through the clothing. "This is how we played with our women. You're a virgin right? I bet you didn't know you could feel this." He said as he somehow managed to stimulate her through the clothing expertly.

Salome no longer cared about her surroundings as she ground on the fingers. But Rory quickly pulled away and gave her cunt a few hard slaps. "Heh, virgins. Trust me, it feels better without the cloth. Perhaps, I could show you later. Why don't you go inside and get a new gown that isn't white? I only teased you a little and you're spotting." He said pointing at the small wet spot on her crotch.

"I-I am sorry! I never... I."

"It's fine. Your brother made a bigger mess when my son played with him, right son?"

Louis didn't need to know which "Mess" Rory was referring to; when he watered the pathway to Rory's house with his cum and piss? When he made a fountain from the cum? Maybe when his crown was swinging around his cock? Louis's face quickly reddened, not from the shame, but the heat in his ass.

"I-I see... Then I'll change my cloth."

"Wait," Salome tried to hold down her moans again when both of Rory's hands squeezed her breasts. "You've got sizeable tits. Why don't you show some of it."

"Uhm, ah, I am afraid, it would be inappropriate."

"I see. You're really beautiful and I am a man. I would be the happiest man if I got to see some of your beautiful tits, but as you've been respecting my culture up to this point so I'll respect yours as well my lady." He said giving it a few light squeeze before letting it go.

Salome was about to turn but she stopped again as if she was waiting for the older man to show him something else, but when he didn't, she smiled awkwardly and ran inside the palace.

"That slut is going to show me her tits. I swear cunts running in your family." Rory said as he stared at a white statue of Charles II, Louis's dad, depicting him riding a horse holding a sword as if he was leading an army. "I bet if your dad was here, he would offer me to fuck his shitter, but I'll fuck him with his own sword hilt and do a second parade around town, only this time, I'll ride his ass."

"Yeah, fucker. How about some restrained?" Said Patrick who was losing his wits from trying to cover the public indecency from public eyes. Only then did Rory realize there were horses around them, even Isabella's carriage.

He laughed condescendingly at Patrick, "Didn't you say you're going to give the cunt emperor here as much cock as he wants? How are you supposed to do that with no balls? Did you see this bitch Emperor? Your man lost his balls when he's no longer on our island."

"You fuck!" He gritted his teeth, "I am trying to be cautious."

Rory faced Patrick down, "There are cautious," He suddenly squeezed Patrick's crotch, "And there are whatever this is."

Patrick was silent, but he was staring at Rory like he was going to murder him. But he didn't do anything, not even when Rory's hand reached under his thigh to his covered hole.

"Next thing you know, your son drives his finger up your butt in front of your men and then whoring you to your councils. Trust me, I know."

Patrick was about to say something but decided against it. Rory took those as his win.

"Now, let's just hope all is well, and I'll be so horn up I'll put red babies inside your sister in front of everyone. Or, less favorable option, I'll settle for wrecking your cock deprived cunt in your bedroom, your highness. For now, I'll put some babies into your wife." He said, slapping Louis's butt, then made his way into Isabela's carriage before driving off to a secluded area near the palace.

Other than ordering some of the men to make sure nobody was following the Empress's carriage as it was visibly shaking, Patrick remained silent which got Louis staring at him. "Keep looking at me like I am a coward, and I'll fucking fuck you right here, so you can say goodbye to your title."

Louis sighed, "I didn't mean it like that." He reached for Patrick's hand, "I get you're nervous, and it makes me nervous too. But I know what you can do, and I trust you. I trust my man. I know we started it off as you taking care of me, but I want to take care of my man too, be of use to you."

Patrick looked at him, then he let an exasperated sigh, "You're making it harder not to fuck you." Then he looked at the hand and the crowd behind him watching curiously, "But now I had to think about this as well." He sneered, but curiously, didn't let go of Louis's hand.

It was Louis who awkwardly retracted his hand back.

"But, I guess that did make sense. So I'll let him have your pristine ass for today. I didn't even get such a treat, and I am your stud. Can't believe I lost a fucking bet with that fucking Connor and I need to hold off from fucking you so my bag of fart of a father can have a fucking consummation wedding night with my bitch. And that dickforbrain Connor had me chaste for a week! A WEEK!"

Louis chuckled, "Well, no use talking to me. I am just a hole, remember."

Patrick smirked, "Give me a break. You just love cocks." Then he leaned in and whisper using his deep hoarse voice, "Soon, you'll be an emperor whose face being used to scrub someone's ball sweat. I'll make sure to let everyone know Rory never bath since he was born, so don't you worry, cunt."

Instead of scaring Louis, what Patrick said only make his ass spasm from hunger. Just the thought of getting his face rubbed on someone's balls in front of his whole court already drove him to a full mast, imagine if it was done on a town square with all of his people watching.

"Get inside, cunt. I already have a headache from my dad, and pretty sure it'll get worse soon. Don't need you to add more to it by cumming in front of your subjects." Patrick smacked Louis square on the ass, though it could potentially look weird, people would probably think the emperor found a new good friend. Whatever it was, it seemed Rory's talk did let some weight off Patrick's shoulder.

They walked inside the palace while Patrick kept fondling Louis's ass. If he heard any whisper about it, Patrick will just play his dad's cultural difference card.

As it was only a welcoming feast, it wasn't as grandiose as the Frankish court usually would have, they had that going for the following night. For now, it was only a small brunch before they headed to the tourney arena for a welcoming joust as was tradition for welcoming kings of Frankish from conquest, but this time, some of the Leinster warriors were participating as well. All of them lost to the Frankish army, this was their sport after all. However, they weren't mad since the knight that bested them had already lost to the Leinster meat lances a few hours before the tournament, and those knights probably jousted while carrying their seeds. If some of them did mad from the humiliation of losing, they just need to reinforce their dominance by fucking the knight who bested them at the stable as their horses fuck the knight's horse as well.

If the knight wasn't the famous Knight of the Rose that was. Standing tall and might, quite muscular under those plate armor, Lancelot had shoulder-length brunette hair. If anyone was lucky enough, they might discover the 7" perfectly shaped cut dick and a big bubbly ass that can be seen even being covered by armor. He had a pair of cute doe eyes and soft supple lips covered around stubbles. Those lips were so lascivious that Rory rose from his seating approaching the knight to kiss him on the lips right in front of the audience. He sucked on the lips like he was parched from a long journey, and his hands grope the pair of covered asscheeks so hard it lifted the knight off the ground. Lancelot, fearing to insult the foreign ruler, endured the onslaught on his face. He tried to close his mouth, but after a few minutes, he needed to breathe. That gave Rory the opening he needed to push his tongue and spit deeper into the slutty knight, as Rory would have put it.

Louis thought Patrick would be mad, but it seemed the man was observing the audiences' reaction. It was as Louis had thought, many were giggling. After all, kissing was not out of the ordinary for them.

After a few minutes, Rory let go of the famous knight whose face redden from being cut off the air for so long. "Heh, for someone who had ladies screaming their cunts off, you're not quite experienced with the mouth, are you boy?"

"Yes, my apologies, my lord," Lancelot replied in between breaths.

"It has been a few months but I've known well your emperor's knights and royal army, and yet I haven't seen you. Tell me, where were you when the emperor assaulted the Pale?"

"I was securing the coast of Provence, my lord. Pirates' attack had been rough right before the war. I was tasked along with a few other soldiers to take care of them."

"Heh, what a shame. We could've been better acquainted. We could've used you." Lancelot's ass, if Rory was asked to be specific.

Louis finally gave a small cough, and Rory excused himself. As it was only a small jousting tournament, if you can call it a tournament at all, Louis awarded Lancelot with a few sums of gold.

After the joust, everyone headed back to the palace for dinner, where Rory would spend most of his time getting Lancelot, now wearing his own noble garments signifying his nobility, drunk while molesting his fat ass under the pretense of friendly ass grabbing culture. Of course, he shared that phat ass to his own men as well. Louis, on the other hand, was busy introducing Patrick to his courtiers.

He introduced Patrick, and Rory, to his court advisors, other than Councillor Ferdinand, Lord-Mayor of Gascogne, which Patrick already met. Standing straight and serious was a hunk of a blonde man in his early fifties, Court Marshall, Duke Baptiste of Normandy. He had a few small scars on his clean-shaven face which added to his domineering look and mean blue eyes. He had a sizeable belly as were many nobles, but it was hidden well under those muscles. He was one of Louis's dad's best friends and had been the Court Marshall since his dad's reign. He was with his two sons, two blue-eyed blondes built like a brick. One was a hulking giant, Percival, while his little brother was a below-average height hunk who had a babyface, Jacques.

The Steward, Duke Frederic of Provence, was a youthful thin man in his late forties. He was everything his three sons were except in the brawn. He would look no older than his eldest son if not for those few wrinkles. He looked as fuckable as his empress daughter and three sons were, and Patrick knew he need to have the Welf family fuckfest soon.

The Arch-Bishop, Stephanus, was an old decrepit fat man in his sixties and was everything you'd think whenever you hear "old fat priest". Despite not being able to see his eyes, Patrick knew the man was so perverted he could see Isabella's pussy even in her long gown which the bishop had been eyeing the entire time.

Then Louis introduced Patrick to the court advisor and regent, Louis's uncle, Pepin. The man was in his forties. Although he shared more with Louis than Louis's dad whose pictures scattered throughout the palace, he had a much meaner look than Louis. He was slender with no fat, but not thin. He had short blonde hair and soft stubbles.

Pepin wasn't only looked mean, he was mean as Patrick would later see from him berating his own married son, with no wife in sight, for flirting with married women. The son, a naturally toned beefy guy with huge tits and no fat, named Hugo was clearly a Cassanova and a well-known degenerate. He even flirted with Patrick subtly in front of his dad. As he walked away to his own entourage of the like-minded degenerates, he made sure he jiggled that big butt all the way since he was sure Patrick was looking. He wasn't wrong.

As for the rest of the courtiers, they introduced themselves to Patrick in their own time. There was the blacksmith, William, who looked more like a Viking than a Frankish man thanks to his braided otherwise bald blonde hair, acted all tough like he had done the Royal Family a great service for tempering their sword. Then he introduced his "protégé", Adam, a bastard Orphan who was left by a courtesan from pregnancy outside marriage. The courtesan left Adam in front of William's bedroom door one night, and William had taken him as protégé as a charity since then. Funnily enough, as the child grew up, he looked exactly like William. Even at a glance, Patrick knew Adam helped temper his customers' steel swords as well as his mentor's meat sword.

Then a very well-dressed courtier also introduced himself to Patrick. A dark hair thin man and charming small black eyes, clearly a bootlicker, yet he did have a charming smile and a youthful charisma despite clearly in his forties. Damien was a courtier who was also in charge of organizing feasts and events for Louis. He used his assets well and was quite a charmer thanks to his handsome face. Patrick could see he was as degenerate as Hugo and his much younger and much handsome son, Mason. He was the court jester during Louis's father's reign as a punishment for complimenting Louis's mom's beauty. Louis didn't know why he kept him as a courtier, not even a court jester anymore.

"Probably because you've seen his cock."

That did jog Louis's memory. He had a sizeable 8" uncut thin cock, one of the many reasons his dad, a devout man, hated him for. During Charles's reign, he'd have Damien play with his hood as part of the joke, he even let everyone to pulled Damien's hood anytime they wanted. One particular night Louis had the chance to see the dick in action as he fucked the bride of the count of Callais, his dad's other best friend, on their wedding night. Both Count of Anjou and the bride's family were blonde, so when the kid was born black-haired, it did invite some whispers. No one else knew about the real father besides Louis.

The Grand Admiral Stephen and the General of the Royal Army Pontikus also greeted him. He already knew both of them inside out so Patrick just give them a nod. Stephen made his way back to mingle with the Leinster regiments while Pontikus went to pour wine for Sean while his man mingled with Pontikus's family of a wife, a married daughter, a son-in-law, and a son. Once they disappeared from the party, Patrick knew Sean would be done fucking all of them by the next day.

Then there was this young noble rich brat in his earliest twenty introducing himself to Patrick like his family's owned plot of land worth a gold mine just because he bagged Pepin's daughter. But Patrick had to admit this brat was quite fuckable. Although he was on the thin side, he was quite toned. He had mouse-like small eyes and mouth that looked good on his soft mustache and beard. He looked even more fuckable in his smaller frame. He was like Louis, but way worse, yet Patrick would still turn his ass inside out just to tell him he had bagged him. His name was Basile. His wife, Charlotte, the oldest of Pepin's daughters, did look stunning, as you'd expect from a Carolingian. She looked like a more mature Salome and sluttier as well. The way she looked at Patrick, he knew the cunt already had a few shares of cocks.

Manon, the second sister, a beautiful blonde who looked more like a girl than a woman in her mid-twenties thanks to her small frame, was married to a slender blonde scholar named Marco who own a small library collecting books and producing paper in Paris. She was a slut as well, but married to a Navarrian prince, a betrothal she snatched from her own sister certainly made her bolder. She spent all of her time during the party charming all men in the room and expertly pushing that thin line boundary between appropriate and slutty, just to let the men advance. It was inappropriate for women to make any advance toward men, but it was okay if the men did it as it prove the men's virility and chivalry to help women in need, in this case, when her husband was "infertile". Not that Marco was "infertile" or he cared less for Manon. He, in fact, was very sweet and caring. He saw that his wife was happy interacting with other men, so he always allowed any men who wanted to take her hand for dance or converse with her, not knowing doing so would make it seem as if he needed other men to help him with his wife. However, Marco was a timid man, kept to himself, and unfamiliar with the social environment and the chivalry code, a fact that encouraged Frankish to humiliate him by advancing intimately with Manon even telling him to bring both of them, and sometimes a couple of men, wine which was symbolism for gratitude for taking care of ones' wife's needs. Pepin tried to educate Marco about chivalry, but the man shrugged it off by saying he just wanted his wife to be happy.

Pepin's wife, Catalina, was the sluttiest of the bunch. Dressed in exotic almost scanty clad clothing, small thin one suit covering only her tits and pussy in a layer of see-through velvet fabric, which she imported from the Far East, she masked her lascivious nature well. The only black hair in Pepin's family, but not the ugly one despite being the oldest woman in her mid-forties. Her appearance made the youthful bachelors avoid talking to her at all cost despite their growing hard-on and curiosity of female anatomy, but for older nobles, she was a fair game. Unlike Marco, however, Pepin did snark at the men if they became a little bit too openly intimate.

Yes, despite berating his family of propriety, Pepin only did so if the act can be seen by the public. Patrick saw Manon was fondled in the ass and boobs, when no one else was looking, by a man, then later another man, and another. He would later know those men would become investors and customers to her husband's business and studies. He also saw one of two nobles gobbling on Catalina's tits in a dark hallway where nobody passed and a bald nobleman with a thick mustache sitting beside Catalina fingering her pussy while everyone was dining. The man was quite handsome and definitely had a distinct look, especially his smile. He still looked like a snobbish prick though. Patrick later knew the man as Bartholomew, an heir of a powerful merchant house in Liguria. Pepin invited him a long time ago to be a general in the Royal Army. Later, Patrick would know the man was quite close with Pepin's family and often visit them in their abode, even checking on Charlotte and Manon who lived with their respective husbands, though Charlotte and her husband lived in Louis's palace as courtiers. Patrick also saw Charlotte was kissing Louis's stablemaster before sneaking somewhere without everyone looking. Later, Patrick would know the man was Charlotte's long-time affair that she had even as she was courted by many nobles in her youth.

The man who told Patrick about all of those facts was Pepin himself as Patrick would notice, during all of that, Pepin was aware of what happened.

"If my brother didn't go to countless wars, he would be drilling his armies. Who do you think kept this kingdom safe? My sister-in-law? Who do you think arranged his marriage in the first place? A simple woman who spend nothing and interfere in nothing even though she was the princess of the Eastern Latin Empire. I've been regent even since my father was still a king and I've been managing the kingdom every since. And I can tell you bring trouble just like Charles when he decided to flog Phillipe in public for taking it in the ass and executed a Flander rich merchant's son. And he still dared to request Mary's hand in marriage for Louis, just a few months after the incident. The lowlands and Burgundy lost in a single night, and Maximillian made sure he decimate the last bit of Charles's dignity. And now, my nephew has been different since he arrived. He was... braver." Pepin said when they were on a quiet balcony away from people.

Before Patrick could reply, Bartholomew arrived shirtless, revealing his muscular body and thick chest, and took Pepin's glass of wine. "I think you had too much drink. If not, you wouldn't babble all of your secrets to a stranger." Bartholomew drank the wine, the continued, "besides, there's nothing wrong with being braver. This man here might be what your nephew needed against that fucker Baptiste." The man slapped Patrick on the ass as Patrick felt something soft pushing his back, Catalina's boobs.

Catalina, looking sweaty but still vigorous, smiled as she caressed Patrick's chest with her face awfully close. "Don't mind my husband. He thinks people he didn't invite here are either useless and overcrowding the palace he doesn't live in anymore." Catalina nudged Patrick's nose with her which made Partick smile and pulled her in for a kiss while his hand fondled her tit and wet pussy.

"What a slut." Bartholomew said before gobbling on her free tit.

"My husband might think you're useless, but I can certainly think of a use for you," Catalina said pulling away from Patrick.

"I didn't tell you to come," Pepin said to Catalina.

"You told me to come with a sword, I'm just bringing my sheath," Bartholomew, who clearly didn't bring the steel sword Pepin meant, answered winking at Patrick. Instead, he dropped his pants and fuck Catalina in the ass on the balcony with his 6" cock. All this time, Catalina was still dressed, but anyone who wanted to fuck her could just pull the cloth covering her pussy or ass to the side for entry.

Patrick, finally realizing what Bartholomew tried to imply, turned to Pepin with a hand on his sheathed sword only to remember no sword was allowed in the feast except for the guards.

Pepin sighed, "I didn't intend to kill you. Only for the last measure. I just wanted to know what do you want."

Patrick seemed thoughtful considering whether to tell Pepin the truth or not. It would be wise to tell a lie, but his dad's words and his horniness that just getting harder with Catalina and Bartholomew fucking beside him somehow made him feel aroused instead of wary. "Your nephew is a slut for cocks, especially my cock, and I intend to make him into an emperor slut and give him all the cocks he wants." Which made Catalina gasp and Bartholomew laugh hard.

Pepin looked at Patrick as if he was joking, but the smirk told Pepin all he needed to know, "I know I was right, you came bringing trouble. And I know I was right to tell that fucking useless Lombardian to bring his sword."

"I did, I am using it right now!"

"Now, I need to worry about disposing you, and the clergy if Louis finds another boy."

This time, however, Patrick approached slowly while looking Pepin in the eye, "If it's so troublesome, then why didn't you take the throne for yourself."

Pepin remained in his place, seemed not intimidated at all by Patrick. "My place is not to rule."

"Right, it's probably what your daddy said. It's not your place then, it's not your place with your cunt brother, and it's not your place now. It's my place to decide what is best for my slut."

"Ouch!"

"You do not know who you're speaking to boy. Don't forget your place."

Patrick scoffed, "I know who I am speaking to," he leaned in closer, then whispered, "Don't you think I didn't notice you glanced at that cock slut?"

Pepin looked at him shocked. He tried to feign ignorance, but he couldn't hide the hidden desire he buried for so long sparking in his eyes as he was stared down by the boy, "So listen to your daddy before I'll put you in your place in front of them. Or maybe that's what you want? For me to be your new daddy? All of you are all slut, after all."

Pepin stared at him defiantly, or he thought he was, but he couldn't shake the undeniable excitement growing in his crotch. The heat rushed in filling his body, and he did nothing when Patrick's hand sneakily grabbed his ever-growing cock while he put Pepin's hand on Patrick's hardening cock.

"Cat catch your tongue? Slut?" Patrick whispered the last part. He let go of the cock, making Pepin let out a disappointed sigh.

Why was he disappointed when what he should do was to call the guard and lock the boy in the dungeon? Because if he called the guards, they would notice his wife and his best friend were fucking, right. That was the reason.

"I'll wait and see. I might as well wait until you ruin the kingdom first before snatching the crown." Pepin finally replied. When Patrick laughed at him and looked at the crotch, that was when Pepin realized he hadn't stopped grabbing Patrick's cock. He also just realized he had been massaging the cock to its full mast.

"Woof, treason. But you surely don't need to worry about the clergy. Even in the holy lands, those fuckers fuck boys. Not my kind of taste, men's ass I meant, but I am interested in an emperor's ass. Say, kid, if you need any money, I have a lot in my home in Liguria. I just want a painting of me fucking an emperor's ass. That will surely be a nice addition to my family house." Bartholomew said as he fucked Catalina harder. The prospect of fucking an emperor surely got him going. In fact, it got him fucking Catalina so hard he was only second from dumping his seeds in Catalina's ass. He didn't pull out, however, Pepin knew Bartholomew loved the feeling of his dick getting soft inside while being massaged by the flesh and coated with cum. "And like I said, if there's anyone who'll steal the crown, it's that Baptiste. I know a greedy cunt when I see one. If this ballsy here make pretty Louis braver, then we need to use him to our advantage."

"Your ass seems to be smarter after a fuck."

"You just notice? Why don't you show my asshole some gratitude with that pretty lips of yours then?" Bartholomew jokingly bent over while spreading his cheeks, then stood up to help Catalina.

For a second, Patrick really thought Pepin was going to pounce that ass. It was a great ass after all. Smooth just like the owner's head and muscly yet firmly shaped, hairy on the crack to the taint, smells funky and sexy even from where both of them standing, and the balls hanging so low were just the cherry on top. Patrick, too, was doing his best not to kneel and worship that ass.

Pepin coughed, "That's enough playing around. We've gone too long. Let's head back before people got suspicious." Pepin grabbed Catalina away from Bartholomew and helped her to get back to the party.

Patrick was still staring at Bartholomew's ass intently and watched as it moved. Sometimes it would move to the left, then to the right, then part to show Patrick's the small brownish hole. Then the ass was getting slapped a couple of times, Patrick must have imagined it. Then the show was over when the expensive velvet pants covered the ass. When Patrick finally saw the ass owner's face, he was smirking at him.

"You also have pretty lips," Bartholomew said with a wink that felt like it shot right onto his prostate. Patrick opened his legs in response to show the Lombard man his visible bulge. He swore if Bartholomew told him to eat his ass while humping the floor, he would do it. It's a wonder what balls filled with a full-week worth of cum could do to a man's brain.

Bartholomew then headed out from the balcony as well. He didn't need to sway his hip more to make Patrick look at his ass again, Patrick already did.

When Patrick was back at the party, Salome finally entered the dining hall, and everyone was stunned. Yes, she was stunning in her long red gown, but it was how the dress barely covered her breasts that made everyone stunned. It was as if the breasts would pop out at any given moment, and some people could swear they saw the princess areolas. Salome approached Rory shyly. "It's the only dress I could find at such a short moment, but it's quite small for me. I hope I am not disappointing you."

Rory smiled reassuringly, "It's fantastic! You know how to make a man happy!" he said as he groped Salome's breasts making one did burst out of the cup. Everyone gasped, but they didn't turn their eyes away.

It was the Archbishop who approached them and said, "I am sorry my lord, I am afraid such behavior is inappropriate in here."

"I am sorry, holy priest. This is a way for us to appreciate beauty. The Princess is, after all, a beautiful young lady. For her beauty not to be appreciated would be a sin, at least in my place."

The lecherous archbishop nodded in agreement, "God loves beauty as well, so your explanation makes sense. Although this way of thanking God's creation hasn't been approved by the Holy See, more interaction with the people of Leinster, sending priests to study there, could change our way of worshipping God's beauty." He said sneaking a grab at Princess's breast and expertly pinching the nipples. "I understand, please go ahead." He finally walked away after he was satisfied fondling Salome's boob.

Rory quickly grabbed Salome by the waist as he addressed the guests who already had their attention. "As you can see here, my friends, the Frankish royal family and I are close despite having met for only a few months, hours for the beautiful princess here. There are some ways that I do not understand of your people, and you to mine, but as a friend, we are willing to share and to learn. The Frankish has welcomed us in their abode and friendship, of course, we Leinsters need to show you our way of welcoming ones to our friendship. We usually do this only for women or the wives, but I had to make an exception for the emperor as only a blind man can look at him and isn't be blinded by his beauty." Everyone cheered, encouraged by the Leinsters' cheer first.

"Now, I've done this to the emperor in front of my people, but I'd do it again for our newfound allies within this hall." He held his hand towards the Emperor, "C'mon, we've done this before, no need to be shy." He said with a gaze that told Louis he would fuck him in front of everyone if he didn't come forward.

Everyone watched curiously as Louis approached.

When Louis was beside him, Rory said, "Well, now, let me make myself comfortable." As he snatched away the fur covering his cock. Half-hard leaking cock. Not that it wasn't leaking before, but now everyone now what that wet spot on the floor was. The murmurs began filling the room as the crowd pointed at Rory's cock which seemed to get harder.

Stephanus was about to make his entrance again when Louis held his hand to stop him.

When Louis was being slow, Rory spanked him on the butt to push him. Now that Louis was in front of him, Rory pushed Louis by the head like some common wench to everyone. "I know it seemed weird, but it's our way to appreciate our friendship. For a man to rub his most precious thing, their cock and balls, onto the face of a maiden they're going to protect and cherish all their life, so they know they're as precious to them as well." Some of them gasped at Rory's crudeness, some of them giggled, while Hugo and his entourage of degenerate exclaimed, "Hell yeah!" The Leinster, on the other side, was dying to hold their laugh.

"I am making an exception for doing our most sacred ritual to a man, your emperor, and I hope you'd do the same for my people, for the sake of our friendship." He said as he grabbed Louis by the hair and pushed him to his balls. "My cock is supposed to be hard, but don't worry, it'll be for your sister." He said giving a wink to Salome who turned crimson red.

"Inhale."

Louis did.

"You need to let everyone hear your or they'd think I am bullshitting you."

Louis led the loudest sniff as he could muster, his body was pushed so hard into the balls and shook for a second. Then pulled his head away from under the balls, letting the cock head make a precum trail across Louis's face as it traveled. "Well, the woman was supposed to be naked, but I think it was too much for all of you." He said smiling at the intoxicated Louis as if he was challenging him.

To everyone surprise, including Patrick, Louis stood and dropped his huge coat and told Lucas to undress him.

"My lord, he said you didn't have to--" Stephanus chimed in.

"When a man offers you shelter, did you take his food without his permission or refrain from taking it unless he over you by his hand, Arch-bishop?" When Stephanus didn't answer, he continued, "The Lord taught us to know virtue by heart and not by laws spoken by men. When someone gives you kindness, of course, you return his kindness in earnest and not insincerity. They fight alongside us. They didn't ask us to return it with our lives. Have I no shame to steep so low, Arch-bishop?"

"No, your excellency."

"Now undress me." Lucas spent no time shedding Louis, who turned his back off the crowd facing Rory, off his clothes. As the last piece of cloth fell, Louis's shame rose. Or maybe it was his heat? His cock was sure raising despite the cold air blowing on his bareback.

Everyone gasped as the last piece of clothing fell and they could finally see Louis's round and high tight dimple cheeks. He could hear several whistles, probably from Hugo and his friends. All those stares somehow made his backside so hot Louis was trying his best not to bend over and offer them his hole like a slut. He was facing away from the guest so they cannot see his hard cock, but her sister can. Louis was as crimson red as her when he covered his cock.

Rory pulled Louis closer again by the hair, and whispered "Squat and make sure everyone can see your asshole. I want to see if they'll notice your hole has been battered by cocks." Then he pushed Louis by the hair under his balls.

At first, it was just a normal squad. But by the first strong inhale in the balls, his legs were opened wider, and his back arched. Now everyone can see him holding on to Rory's legs pushing himself to inhale the balls. His hole was open for everyone to see. At first, the men wanted to complain but fearing it would insult the emperor, they do not dare. So they kept watching. They couldn't help themselves but feel intrigued by the shape of Louis's butt as it gave a light shake when Louis was deep in Rory's balls. Or when it winked a couple of times when Louis sneak some licks on Rory's balls.

"Want to know something about my dad's balls?" Patrick asked Hugo's group, as he was seated with them watching, which made Hugo pull his chair closer to Patrick and Damien, appeared out of thin air, pulled his seat closer on the other side.

"He never washed, not even since the day he was born," Patrick said a little bit too loud the people around him started whispering and pointing at Louis.

"Fuck! That's gross."

"You can tell that to the emperor's face if you can still see him under those sweat!" They laughed.

After a while, Rory pulled Louis a little bit so now his shaft was on the face. He used one hand to press the cock and the other to pull the head. That's when he began truly grounding his cock on Louis's face. He didn't only press hard, he was also fucking hard. It was so fast that the cocksnot didn't only glisten Louis's crown and face, it was also spraying on nearby guests as well.

"At least it's not the dirty balls anymore." Said Hugo.

"You think he ever clean it off cunt juice?"

"What a crude guy!" Said someone on the table looking at him disgusted. Patrick was silent for a while and almost apologize when the guys laughed.

"You'll fit right in with us!" Said Hugo punching Patrick's shoulder lightly, which Patrick returned by grabbing him by the ass.

Hugo reached behind, and for a second, Patrick was ready with his reasoning, but instead of pulling it away, Hugo made it so Patrick's thumb can push Hugo's hole while his other fingers can touch Hugo's low-hanging balls. Hugo gave him a knowing smile as he silently gyrated his hips on Patrick's hand, letting the thumb tease his hole and the fingers scratch his balls.

When Rory was done, Louis's face was red slick with precum and sweat, and his hair was messy as well. "This one wasn't part of the ritual, but your Emperor loves it." He mashed Louis's face on his thick jungle red bush and grated the face there.

"Yeah, that thing is worse than his balls and his cock."

"Hmph!" That was the sound Hugo surprised, but not by the fact, but more by the skin suddenly touching his hole.

Patrick leaned in and whispered, "Sorry, I couldn't resist tearing a hole there. And yeah, not the first pussy I fingered like this." Then Patrick pulled his hand so now his fingers can focus solely on the hole.

"C'mon we also wanted to know about your dad! Don't keep it between you two." Said Damien.

"I was just telling him, my brothers and I used to get revenge on him by pissing in his bush when he was asleep, and he never once cleaned it off." Which was not a lie. When everyone was gasping in disgust, Hugo used this opportunity to impale the finger right on his spot and let out a moan expertly disguised as disgust. Patrick wasn't playing nice on Hugo, he let the man know he intend on making him cum on the spot. Patrick was amazed by Hugo's capability to have a normal conversation while he was getting stimulated on his joy button. Of course, it only ignited Patrick's fury more to make the man cum.

Then when Rory was finished, Louis was breathless with a few red hairs matted on his face. He pulled Louis by the hair again to stand, and he announced, "Now, we'll see if I managed to forge a bond with the Emperor."

Louis was still taking his time after being intoxicated by Rory's odor, he didn't realize what Rory planned to do until he said, "Don't you dare cover your cock."

Louis didn't even know what happened. All he realized was now he was standing as naked as the day he was born with his cock pointing straight at the guests. Rory was spouting some more bullshit about meaning and stuff, but Louis knew no one was listening. All their eyes were on Louis's cock displayed. The men from Hugo's group who he often berated openly as good for nothing were now laughing at him and his hard cock. Then he saw Patrick looking at him, and he knew he told them how unclean Rory's nether region was. Louis, however, didn't expect Patrick to whisper to Hugo, and then had him stand a little bit showing Louis sneakily how Patrick's fingers were wrecking his cousin's ass without fearing anyone else would see him. But then again, he was a degenerate, getting fingered at a party was certainly something everyone expect him to do.

Nobody would expect him, the prime and proper emperor, to stand naked in front of his subject, after getting his face used like a rag, with a hard-on. Instead of feeling ashamed, he was feeling hotter. He could feel his precum was building, and it would be more humiliating for him if the people see his dick leaking precum like a barbarian beside him. He would be ashamed, and yet, Louis could feel his own cock letting go the precum, debasing himself further. More fingers were pointing at him, his cock. He didn't need to look to know his cock already spewing pre like a leaking pot. He heard Hugo's group was getting rowdier with the insult that made the guards were approaching them, their words just didn't register in Louis's brain anymore. Instead, his cock was leaking more precum as more whistles and words were thrown at him. He didn't even do anything when Rory's slapped his cock around making it spray more precum everywhere.

"Your highness always refuses to go to my brothel, we were afraid that his highness has some problem inside his pants. We're glad to see his highness himself has shown us how wrong we were. Why don't you open your legs so everyone can see how healthy you are." That sneering and sarcastic tone definitely belonged to Hugo, getting back at him after Louis's endless barrage of insults prior to this. Louis, face redded in shame and pent-up lust, looked at Hugo. Everyone was sure it would be another Louis's outrage at Hugo, they were surprised to see Louis instead open his legs and thrust his hips forward at Hugo. He wasn't challenging Hugo, however, he was offering his cock as a sign of defeat like a dog offering his belly.

"By God, Louis. If I know fucking unwashed pubes smelling like a rat died in it would make you loosen up, I've given you some long time ago. Don't worry, my brothel proud itself in fulfilling every desire, I am sure I can find some sailors fitting your... sophisticated nose." Hugo gloated, becoming braver with his quip, which incited more laughter.

"Too bad my red forest is one of a kind! Your cock knows it!" Rory said as he slapped Louis's cock making him wince. He spanked Louis so hard the clap was thundering across the hall, "Stand firm, boy!" Rory scolded him like a child.

Louis apologized as he stood still once more with his legs open and looked at the crowd giggling at him being treated like a child, something they haven't seen in quite a long while.

"Fuck, I like this Louis better. Remind me of cute little darling Louis, not like the ass Emperor Louis." Everyone gasped at Hugo's word, "What? I know all of you also prefer this Louis."

He was right, everyone did prefer old, or the current, Louis than Louis after his father's death. Nobody dared to say it.

"Well, that's what a good bonding can do. Making men happy. And women of course." Rory said grabbing Louis's hard cock. He knew the insinuation didn't lose on the Frankish as he saw their face turn red.

"Yeah? How happy can he get?" Hugo challenged with an evil smirk. He didn't know how far Louis would take it, but he loved to see.

"Why don't you show us how happy you can be, your highness," Rory said sneakily pushing a finger hard straight to Louis's prostate making the man tip-toed.

Louis wasn't only tip-toed, he squealed loudly as his eyes rolled backward and his cock jumped letting loose strong torrents of cum.

"Fuck! Louis, I thought you always told us to grow up! But, I guess the emperor can wet himself like a baby if he wants, or like an adult with his cum while playing charade! Let me guess, it's a pig?" Hugo incited more chaos as more nobles chimed in playing the charade, using this rare opportunity to humiliate Louis, seeing the Emperor seemed to not mind the act, even bringing this on himself by squealing louder.

And as everyone shouted and shouted more humiliating guess at him, stranded whale, dying pig, birthing mare, horny bitch, his cock grew harder and redder until it was steel hard that it was getting hard for the cum to come out. Everyone thought the show was over. Then Louis loudly moaned and his muscle was tensing as his body shook, Hugo pointed out to everyone that Louis's balls were so far up to the pubic region, the balls were no longer visible.

"We're not done yet! C'mon, your highness, show your subject how happy you are and how much you love them!" He heard Rory shout with an arm locking Louis's neck bending him over as his body was shaken by Rory's rough finger fucking. To everyone else though, he was shaking from the cum that was about to... well, cum out. Everyone could see his euphoric cum face as Hugo somehow appeared in front of him with Louis's favorite drinking golden goblet, a gift from his father for his first hunt. The winning smile on Hugo`s face got wider as he covered Louis's cock with the goblet and held it there. "Hump, cunt!" Rory's whisper which Hugo could hear as well. When Louis humped the goblet like a dog, Hugo looked at Rory like an excited dog. Rory winked at him and swung his hips showing his half-hard huge cock.

"Louis! Maybe you should play around with us more. With that kind of move, I pity Isabella!"

Louis squealed like a pig as he let out the strongest blast of cum he ever let out. It was as if all of the cum he saved for the night was pushing its way out. Louis moaned harder as he moved his hips faster while cumming. Glob and glob of cum kept cumming out until nothing came, but Hugo wasn't done yet. He told someone to hold the goblet while he milked the cum out of Louis's cock like he milked a cow. The cum did come out, and when it no longer did, he set the goblet to a noble who acted like he was disgusted at first, but then the men gathered around to look at the emperor's cum filling the cup.

"See? That's how happy the emperor is. He might not show it because of those, politeness, you love to spew about. But nothing a good bonding can't fix." Rory grabbed and shook Louis's limp cock at everyone.

"But an emperor is supposed to be held on a higher standard." Stephanus disagreed.

"Does he need to be around his trusted allies, courtiers, and advisors?"

"Yes, bishop. Not every king was as prim and proper as Charles. Fuck, I read Charles the first knew how to party, unlike Charles the second!" Shouted a noble.

"Respect him! He was still your emperor!" This time, Baptiste barked at the noble.

"My point still stands, Lord Marshall."

"I say, all of you need to shut up. This is our party, our traditional feast where we let loose. We don't have to care about other kings, we got tomorrow's feast, the feast of God's champion for that. This night, it's ours." Hugo held up his glass, "Cheers!" then he clanked his glass on Louis's cock before drinking it. Everyone cheered at Hugo as well, lightening up the mood of the party as the night was still young.

In the end, Louis was so weak that Rory gave the honor of bringing Louis to his chamber to Hugo's group, including Patrick, who wasted no time to carry Louis upside down by each limb so now his cock was dangling and they made sure the cock was swinging. When they were out of sight, Hugo quickly swoop his feet on Louis's balls.

Louis was writhing trying to grab his balls, but all he could do was swing his cock. "I'm sorry, buddy. I was just checking if you're still alive or dead from cumming too hard."

"Can I check too?"

"Sure, made sure you have an emperor's uncle for a father to kiss his ass when he wakes up."

The men grunted and they began roughhousing each other and incidentally dropping Louis flat on his face and balls to the hard marble. They laughed and then looked around to make sure no one was seeing. After faking to carry Louis again only to drop him again several times, they way to Louis's bedroom.

"You sure he won't kill you after he sobered up from the... uh... pubes?" The group looked at Patrick, then at each other, then at Patrick again shaking their heads.

"I got my uncle, you guys should've used your brain next time messing with the emperor."

"What if I can tell you a trick to let him forget everything?"

"Wait, do you know how to do that!?" Asked one of the nobles.

"Yeah, it's a secret technique taught in our family." Hugo knew Patrick was bullshitting everyone, but he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

"What if it didn't work? We'll be dead!" Argued another noble.

"Do you smartasses have any other choice?" Hugo slapped them by the head one by one, then turn to Patrick, "What do we need to do?"

"Put him on the bed." They threw Louis on the bed.

Patrick got on top of Louis and slapped his face a few times as if checking something, then he leaned in like he was checking on his breathing. "You're awake right?" He whispered.

"Yes," Louis whispered back, eyes still closed.

"Good. I am going to tell everyone to fart in your face, and you're not going to move an inch unless it is to make sure your nostril is on their hole. Don't worry if they get suspicious. I'll handle it. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Okay, he's ready! Everyone, I want you to drop your pants and put your hole on his nostril then fart as hard as you can."

"Wait, what the fuck? You sure it works?"

"Yeah, what if it didn't work?"

"You pussies. I don't give a fuck if it didn't work. I am not turning down a chance to choke that cunt with my fart." Hugo took off his pantsed and quickly straddled Louis's face. And as he tried to position the head, it moved right to Hugo's hole. Hugo looked at Patrick who only smirked at him. Hugo suddenly pushed Louis's face as hard as he can to his hole and let out the hardest fart he could produce. Everyone could see his 7" cut cock was standing. When he finished, Hugo stood beside Patrick.

"He awake?"

"Yep." Hugo looked at him like he was crazy.

"Wait, the head moves!" said the noble who straddled Louis's face.

"Don't worry. It's my spell. To make the face look for the hole."

"I see." Nobody questioned anything anymore, and the sound that filled the room was only the sound of farts.

Meanwhile, at the ballroom, Salome was pissing herself out on the Archbishop's face. Something she never thought would happen to her, in public at the very least. Then again, she also never thought to see her brother would ejaculate in front of everyone while getting a finger up his ass. Yes, all those times Louis was cumming, Salome could see Rory wrecking his brother's ass along with other guards who seem to keep their poker face like they didn't see something strange.

Right after Louis was carried away by Hugo, Rory quickly turned his attention to her, sucking the finger that had been in her brother's ass as he approached her. He asked, "Do you want to keep your clothes or honor your brother and our traditions?"

When he put it that way, the answer was obvious. "I'll honor my brother and your tradition."

"Good." In one fell swoop, Rory rip her out of her gown. Everybody, most notably the Archbishop, was walking closer to watch.

He whispered, "Don't be shy Salome, you're a beautiful cunt." Salome was aghast, but Rory didn't look apologetic. "I mean women. I am sorry, but we don't have women in our home, only cunts. Now let's see if you can top your brother's splendid performance." Rory grabbed Salome by the tits as he pulled her. That was when Salome realize Rory might not be as genuine as he seemed. Even then, she didn't run away, instead, her pussy was getting hotter for what was to come.

The thing that happened next was pretty similar, face to balls, showing holes to everyone, face to the shaft, and face to pubes, which Salome finally knew why his brother liked those pubes. Then just like her brother, her legs were pulled to her shoulder as Rory held it in place from behind and expertly played with her tits. "For women bonding ritual, we usually do it like this, with the husband helping playing with her clit, but as Salome had no husband, I think it would be better to leave the task to his holiness."

Stephanus, somehow, was already fingering Salome's cunt making her moan, expertly finger fucking her. Then after sometimes he asked, "Only with hands?"

Rory smirked, "We give people freedom in worship beauty, your holiness."

"Then let me indulge in this worship of beauty. In Lord's name, of course." He said before giving Salome her first cunnilingus as he buried his face into her crotch, and the tongue was so long it also sometimes traveled far to her asshole as well.

Rory whispered so only Salome and Stephanus could hear, "Say, your holiness, I don't mean to implore but," Stephanus glanced at him once then went back eating Salome, "I hope what I did tonight won't cause Louis a problem. I know my tradition was unorthodox."

"Don't worry, if I can truly feel the beauty of God in this tradition, I am sure I can do something." He said without letting his mouth go.

"Well, you hear that Salome. Show him the beauty of God."

"I... I don't know how."

"Don't you reckon a piss would be enough, your holiness? Salome is a virgin after all."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He said enthusiastically burying his face deeper.

"Well, you know what to do now. Moan like your brother as well to get the people going will you."

Salome didn't need to be told twice, she naturally moaned like a bitch as she pushed Stephanus's head deeper. Sluttiness indeed ran in the family.

"See boys, this is how we like to party. With our heart and soul while appreciating God's creation!" Everyone cheered Rory. "We became closer, not only the Royal Family and mine but also you lot! We bonded together! Louis shed his clothes to be closer to all of you, to understand your hardship, and it was liberating, doesn't it!?"

"Yeah! Boys will be boys!"

"I never knew the Emperor is that wild! He had always been, proper. Never heard of any scandal about him at all! even Pepin the Pious like to be spanked before sleep! I thought our parties would be boring after his ascension since he was boring as a teen!"

"Yeah! The late Emperor probably made him that way! I'm glad we know he was a boy like one of us!"

"The men and their rowdiness! It was surely interesting and new. I never knew of this... tradition to appreciate beauty and flesh in the name of God! Handsome and cultured! As expected of our new emperor! I wish I was Empress Isabella!" Said a noblewoman whose husband didn't seem to mind.

"Bear in mind, this tradition hasn't been endorsed by the church yet!"

"Well, then, I humbly ask the church to see and study the scriptures about this, your holiness. I don't mind appreciating women's beauty! Or even the Emperor! He's prettier than my wife!"

"It's not fair, you're the only one who gets to appreciate beauty, Archbishop! We also want to appreciate the beauties here." Said a Leinster trying to incite chaos, which succeded as everyone's attention turned to the bishop still eating Salome.

"Fine! Fine! But unmarried women may not be appreciated by men, however, as they belong to God before they finally belong to men. If they want to be appreciated, let the clergy, in the name of God, appreciate them. Married women may only be appreciated with permission from the husband."

"What about men?"

"Men shall not lay with other men!" Said the Archbishop firmly.

"But it's not laying with other men, your holiness. It's appreciating beauty. If it was laying, then wouldn't you have violated the vow of chastity?" Rory replied.

"I guess you're right. Fine, only if the men want to be appreciated."

"Well, what are you waiting boys!?" Said Rory to the men, particularly Leinster men who had stayed silent this whole time.

Of course, they let all of the Frankish appreciate their wives, then they shed their clothes to charm the wives, and the husbands. It was normal for the wives who had only seen their husbands' pristine small frame to be interested in more roguish bodies of the Leinster. The men knew they needed to charm the husband first, however, so they began acting closer, teaching them how to appreciate beauty, eating ass that was, as they were more expert. Soon they too were offered to show how it was done by the husbands. Once they saw how the wives squealed, the husbands were already intrigued when the Leinster offered to do the same to them. Both wives and husbands would be on top of a table offering their ass for the Leinster men, and their friends, to appreciate.

Manon was also being eaten on a table by a group of nobles, her husband's "friends", while the husband ran around back and forth getting wine and food to feed the nobles and wiping their sweat with Marco's handkerchief which had his family emblem embroidered. The nobles insisted to use it as helping his wife was a noble cause after all. They also wanted to use it to cum into as they argued, cum was a dick sweat as well. Marco was about to refuse when Manon interfere and begged him to follow what they wanted. So now, his family handkerchief was a cumrag as well. Later, they told Marco to bring the handkerchief everywhere, including social parties, as a reminder of their friendship and in case they needed a quick use for it. Marco remained on the side as a servant most of the time while his wife was eaten out by his "friends" who sometimes brought other men he barely knew, until the Leinster men came in, ate Manon, and then convinced Manon to persuade Marco to be appreciated by the Leinster as well. Then the couple was on all four on a courtyard bench, kissing each other while strangers ate their asses. Both Marco and Manon also cummed numerous times into the handkerchief, and it was easily stuck on Marco's face when they were done and passed out on the table.

Salome and Isabella were lying tired side by side as they were serviced by Stephanus, among other virgin girls volunteered by their pious fathers.

Everyone thought the councilors would be hesitant, but that wasn't true at all. Not Duke Frederic who even allowed his business partners to use his wife and his sons' wives as well, only noting his three sons eagerly bending over for the new Leinstermen. Ferdinand threw his daughter, his son-in-law, and his grandsons at the Leinster before they even came. Basile was looking for his wife when Pepin forced him to appreciate his ass to keep him from looking for Charlotte. Despite his snobbish and spoiled attitude, he knew not to question his father-in-law and resigned to his fate as an ass seat for the rest of the party. Bartholomew, on the other hand, was busy holding a train on Catalina going. Most of them were old, but there were a couple brave your bachelors who were just too curious. For a reward, Bartholomew would let them sink their cock into Catalina's mouth while nobody was looking.

It wasn't hard for Damien and Mason to convince husbands to let them appreciate their wives. It wasn't hard for them to convince the husbands to let them be appreciated or appreciate them afterward just for the laugh. However, once the father-son tasted how Leinsters' tongues felt on their hole, they didn't want anything else. They knew they would be great friends, Damien even threw his wife and daughter-in-law straight to the Leinstermen and didn't care where the women disappeared to afterward.

The only one who didn't participate in this appreciation was Baptiste as he wasn't convinced at all by what Rory or Stephanus said and knew all of the bullshits they were saying was only to allow this debauchery to happen. He did remain to stay with his two sons who he forbid to participate as well, though his hand remained on his daughter-in-law's crotch while the other on his gigantic eldest son's crotch. If his son, Percival, ever got hard, he would swing his hand so hard on the crotch the table they seated on shook up getting hit by the legs. He would eventually tough it out and didn't even react when his father eventually punched him again. His daughter-in-law, too, would suffer a similar thing differently. Instead of a punch, Baptiste would use a few fingers that he shot up his daughter-in-law's cunt if it got wet only to find it get wetter. It made Baptiste so angry he didn't stop pulling and pushing his fingers in and out while calling her sluts under his breath, when she would eventually come and cannot hold her breath, it made Baptiste rougher, and Percival hardened hearing his wife's moan. A hard-on that didn't go away even after being punched, so Baptiste punched it again, and again. Deep inside, he felt proud when the 10" wine-bottle wide hard-cock could take his beating. Everyone in the room turned their attention to Baptiste fingerfucking his in-laws while beating the husband's cock who only flinched once or twice every couple of punches. Percival was also ordered to do the same thing for his brother, Jacques. However, he loved his baby brother so much he didn't do anything to him, only putting his hand over the crotch. Jacques, on the other hand, scoffed as he knew his brother would be too weak to hurt him so instead, he dropped his pants and ground his hard cock on his brother's huge hand. He even asked his brother to jerk his cock. Percival hesitated for a while, but with his baby brother's urging, he did it anyway. Now it looked as if Percival couldn't get his dick down, while Jacques was the pious saint who had shed his earthly desire.

"I thought Percival would be more chaste. He didn't seem to be the type to lust over women." Jacques heard a noble say.

The wife replied, "Man is just a man after all. His brother surprisingly did well. I guess that hard work and training under his father's scrutiny and clear bias must have paid well." Jacques was totally basked in the compliment while hiding it expertly.

"You slut, what do you know about knighthood? Percival was a great knight, of course, he had a lot of stamina to spare of his wife. His brother probably hasn't grown up yet to get his dick hard." Said a naked man whom Jacques knew as one of the knights as well. "Fucking merchants. Bend her on the table. I am going to teach you to respect the knights because your husband didn't know how!" The merchant obeyed in fear and watched as his wife was eaten and spanked in front of him. Later, the knight would kick him in the balls for getting hard.

Jacques, however, was so upset he was getting harder. He was truly fucking Percival's hand, and not long after he told Percival to empty Percival's own glass and put it under his dick. Percival did without question and held the glass as Jacques filled it with cum.

"Bro. Drink it!" He whispered to Percival.

"What?"

"If you put it on the table, dad will know and he'll kill me! Please! You know dad has been looking for reasons to throw me down the river my entire life!"

"Nonsense. Dad loves you as much as I do." He paused, "But you have a point."

"Then stop talking and drink my cum, asshole."

Fearing what their dad would do to his little brother, Percival quickly brought the glass to his lips and drank its content before anyone could see what it was. Jacques smiled seeing how dumb his brother was. Percival returned the smile as he felt accomplished making his brother happy.

When the party was over, Baptiste and his eldest son walked out proudly with hard-on inside their pants. Percival was clearly beat his father in the dick department and Baptiste made sure every noble they passed know. He would stop one or a few prestigious families just to show his son's schlong. He would stand side by side and let them size his bulge of a 6" cock to his son's 10". He wasn't even shy to grab the dick and compared it to his own just to make it look even bigger.

Back in Louis's chamber, some of the nobles had farted twice or thrice for the charm, while Hugo had farted more than five times. He would just sit on Louis's face as they converse and farted. He would grind his ass on the face as well when he was bored farting. "Don't worry, we all know his highness nose had a taste for the rotten smell. I just hope my ass is smelly enough for him." He joked.

Not much later, only Hugo and Patrick were left in the room as the rest were in a rush to see Salome's naked body on display as she squirted on the Archbishop's face. Hugo wasn't in a rush, so he remained seated on Louis's face conversing with Patrick while occasionally letting small farts out.

When Hugo finally stood, he said was leaving the room.

After a while, Louis heard Patrick say, "He left."

Louis opened his eyes and saw Patrick stand beside Hugo who was playing around with his 7" cock as hard as a rock leaking precum as their eyes met. He was smirking like a wolf caught his prey, and Louis's cock shot up in response.

"Louis, I didn't know you'd be so happy to see me stay. I also didn't know you're such a slut. I had seen nobles eating my manwhores' asses. This is the first time I see someone, an emperor nonetheless, willingly to be fart on." Hugo approached him, and grabbed his balls, "Tell me, cousin, did my fart smell good?"

"Yes."

Louis whispered hesitantly which Hugo didn't take very well, so he twisted Louis's balls instead.

"Yes! Yes! Your fart smells heavenly!"

"Heavenly! My, Louis! You're such a freak!"

Louis, whose balls had been let go, turned his head away not wanting to look at Hugo.

"Then tell me why did you act like you're the purest man in the universe in front of me and those pricks whose fart you inhale like drugs! I knew I was offering you cunts, but heck Louis, you can just tell me to look for fart and I'll swear I'll get a man with the foulest fart!" Hugo grabbed Louis by the hair and turned it to face him. "Tell me why you were such an ass to me, you freak!?"

Louis could see anger and also sadness there, they were close after all. It was just that as time went on, Louis grew to focus on making his father happy and drove Hugo away. Even after his father's death, Louis still couldn't stop being the pompous puritanical.

"I... I just realized that I was."

"Was what, cousin?" Hugo knew what Louis meant, but of course, he wanted Louis to debase himself further, shedding his puritanical layers until his leaking cock was bare for everyone to see just like what Rory had done. Even the thought already made Louis hard.

"I just realized—"

"Hold on, make it interesting. Jerk your cock or something."

Louis looked at Patrick who now stood beside Hugo, "Yeah, I guess there is nothing wrong with reminding you of your place from time to time."

Patrick picked Hugo up then threw him on the bed rolled upside down with his ass facing Louis. Patrick gave Louis his usual naughty half-smile as he licked his middle finger and stuck it inside Hugo's ass hard. Hugo didn't care he was in front of Louis and let out a slutty moan.

"C'mon bitch. Don't forget your job!" Patrick said sticking the middle finger into Louis's mouth after and pulling it out to finger Hugo again.

Feeling in heat again even after that hard cum, Louis pulled his legs apart and showed Hugo and Patrick his hard cock as he jerked it, "I just realized that I like cocks and balls! I always got this weird feeling inside me when I see one. I didn't know what it was until Patrick fed me his, and I know right then it felt so right! The taste, the meat, the sweat, everything taste so good. I realized right then how good sucking cock was and how good it was being in between men's legs. My man's legs. And when he put his cock inside my ass, I knew right then I didn't have an ass. I have a cunt, and it was a home for his cock and any cock he was willing to grace me." Louis stared Patrick in the eyes, as his man stared back with triumph as if he had conquered a whole empire with his cock. Well, he was about to.

Louis was about to kiss Patrick, when he suddenly stuck the finger that had been inside Hugo's ass inside Louis's mouth again, this time it stayed long enough for Louis to suck. Then he pulled it back and began fingering Hugo's ass again.

"And the smell! I hate it, I truly do. I don't know why. I guess I know. When I smell Patrick's balls, Rory's proud red royal forestry, your fart, they smell... strong. And it makes me weak in the knees. All I want to do is just kneel and offer my cunt to you. Let you do as you please. I guess, your smells make me realize my true place. And it makes me uncomfortable as an emperor."

Louis smelled Hugo's balls, inhaling in with deep respect before began washing the jewels of the Carolingian dynasty with his tongue. Unlike his, those jewels had produced a son and a second one was baking. "It makes me uncomfortable seeing you, and your friends, being true men while I am supposed to be your emperor, your better, when deep down, I know I am not. I can't see you act like a man because I would want to kneel and over my ass to you. I guess that's why I was being an ass." Louis stared at Hugo's eyes this time with sincerity.

Hugo, however, could clearly tell having his ass fingered and his cock and balls dangling between Louis and his face meant it wasn't a good time to have the heart-to-heart conversation. So he instead reached over and pulled Louis's balls. "Listen little cousin. I guess the reason why you were an ass was that you want to show my friend and me how good your asshole was. I forgot that a shy cunt like you exists, so it was partly my fault, but don't worry. I promise you, one of this day, I am going to bring you to my brothel as the entertainment, and we'll rail your ass with our cocks, fulfilling your cumdump dream. But, as you said, we're men, so you better be ready to be turned into our cumbag."

Patrick scoffed, "Yeah, seeing sluts talking like studs, as long as you Frankish and Carolingian realize your place as our cumrag, I don't care how you bone each other." Patrick then pulled Louis's head to Hugo's ass which Louis happily ate as Patrick spanked Hugo's asscheeks hard to make his point. Despite having his asscheeks beaten to red, Patrick could tell Hugo didn't really get the message and still saw him as a friend. Luckily, Rory entered the frame.

"What the fuck son! I thought we had a deal!"

Patrick quickly dodged to the side of the bed, expecting his father had already charged at him. He was surprised to find his father just standing in front of the door naked with a hard cock laughing at him.

"The deal was not fucking him and me not to cum. It didn't say anything about giving him someone's cock."

"I guess you're right, son."

"You're not mad?" Patrick stood there warily as Rory stood in front of him.

"Why would I? I just need to take your hole instead! But you didn't, so I won't. I knew a week without release must be hard for you son." He patted Patrick on the head, "besides, you bring me another slut. How can I be mad?" Rory turned to Hugo who was fingering himself while Louis sucked on his balls.

"I am afraid I am not your slut tonight, chieftain. I can get you one from my brothel if you got some golds. If you got more golds, I might be persuaded to be your slut."

Louis turned Hugo's body to the side so his cousin could show the goods to Rory better. Hugo even pulled his legs wider to stretch his hole more and make his cock and balls dangle upside down as he gave Rory a cocky smile while his eyes were stuck to Rory's hard cock.

Rory swung his cock to the left, Hugo's face followed. When he swung it to the right, the face turned to the right as well, "I think not, son. I think you're going to be my slut tonight, and any night, for free."

"I am afraid, Hugo Carolingian doesn't do free, chieftain." He said.

Rory pulled Hugo's body closer to the edge of the bed, then lower the tip of his dick onto Hugo's mouth. The latter happily suckle on the leaking head. After a while, Rory pulled away.

"I was going to give that for free, but a bitch like you need to be taught a lesson. Cunts shouldn't ask for money when a stud offered them his cock out of the kindness of his heart, and balls. In fact, you're going to pay me to wreck you like a slut."

Hugo gave his confident smile, "You are charming, chieftain. Especially that big cock of yours. But—"

Rory held Hugo's mouth open, then he pushed his huge cock into Hugo's mouth. He didn't care how Hugo's struggled to push him with hands or gag reflex, Rory just pushed through. Louis could see Hugo's neck inflated as the cock passed.

When the huge pole disappear into Hugo's head, Rory made himself comfortable by kissing Louis. "Breathe to your nose, cunt."

Hugo did, only to be greeted with a strong smell of balls sweat, and sex. Don't get him wrong, he used to smell of sex, he worked in a brothel, and it wasn't uncommon for him to have conversations with the men while they were having sex. This was different. The smell was so strong that Hugo felt the smell was currently beating some sense into him. This was what Louis probably meant when he said the smell was "strong".

When Rory pulled out, Hugo was gasping back for air with glassy eyes. Rory slapped his cock onto Hugo's face hard as he asked, "You ready to pay, cunt?"

Hugo didn't answer right away as he still catching his breath, but Rory was having none of that.

He turned around and opened his cheeks at Hugo. The man still couldn't find his voice as he saw the winking hole covered around fuzzy red hairy ass descend to his face. He could feel Louis's hand adjusting his face so his nostrils were right over the hole. Hugo's body shuddered as Rory let out a long and loud nasty fart.

He smiled at Patrick triumphantly as both of them knew, by the end of the fart, Rory's cock would rob Hugo's ass literally and metaphorically. Patrick knew he didn't give Rory enough credit, he didn't want to anyway, but he had to admit that his dad knew his way around with cunts, if Rory got his head in the right place. Patrick was so sure with himself on his island and his dad was the one who scared shits of Louis, now, it was the other way around. Here is the thing, being confident in your island was less cool than being confident in someone else's continent, so Rory was right to feel triumphant this night, and the night Patrick lost the right to Louis's cunt for a week. That was why he didn't make any fuss when Rory motioned him to come over and proceeded to knead his asscheeks like he was a cheap whore.

"I won't punish you tonight, son. You've shown me how great you can be in our home, and I get it you've suddenly lost your balls from the excitement. But next time you don't have your head on the battlefield, I am going to spank you in front of everyone, including your favorite bitch. You hear me?" He said. His tone was gentle yet firm. A familiar tone that Patrick always heard, but never directed at him.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy." It was his first time calling Rory "Daddy". No, real "Daddy". A word every MacCarthal use as respect for their mentor, for someone who they looked up to, for someone who had taught them and they've messed up, and the person told them it was okay, he got your back. It was a perfect wholesome moment for Patrick until Rory slapped him on the balls hard and laughed as Patrick crouched in pain.

Rory finally stood and pulled breathless Hugo up by the hair. He didn't say anything and only looked at red-faced Hugo.

"I got some gold rings and gold bracelets."

"Do you think my cock is that cheap, whore?"

"I'll give you all of the gold jewelry I have! Fuck, I'll give you my wedding rings!" Hugo offered desperately.

Rory didn't think that was enough, "Those, and every Leinstermen got free access to your sluts' holes, including yours."

When Hugo didn't answer fast enough, Rory spat on his face and crushed his balls, "Yes! Yes! I am sorry! I'll give you everything you want!"

"Then pay the harbormaster for the fee as well. No need to have my son's bitch paying my fee when I got my own rich bitch."

Hugo nodded.

"Now, I think it's time for your to know why the bitch emperor loves my forestry so much."

Hugo's eye bulged out, "M-May I not? Please? Daddy?"

Rory ground Hugo's head on his pit hard, then pulled him away. When he saw Hugo was not turned into the Carolingian slut mode yet, he rubbed the head on his other pit. This time, Hugo's eyes were glassy, and although Hugo was still looked disgusted, Rory knew he felt a lick on his pit.

Rory positioned Hugo's head at the tip of his hard shaft, "Open up." Hugo opened his mouth as Rory's dick push its way through, slower this time, enjoying the warmness and wetness of Hugo's constantly licking tongue as it made its way into the throat.

Hugo could see the bush was coming closer until it was all red, and then black. He didn't need to see as the smell easily told him he had arrived at his destination. A funky musky nasty smell of matted cum, dried piss, and God's know what else. The balls' smell was strong? What a joke. This was what Louis meant when he said a strong smell. They didn't knock their way into Hugo's nostrils like the balls or the fart, they fucking barged in straight to Hugo's brain.

"Yeah, that's right, breath the fucking smell in. I know you Carolingians love our smell." He looked at Louis who was biting his lower lips looking at Hugo's euphoria. "I bet you wanted me to do the same for you in front of everyone, didn't you slut?"

Louis nodded.

"Don't give me ideas, slut. I might just fuck you on your throne," seeing how Louis's dick lurched, Rory didn't think the emperor opposed the idea. "Fucking slut. Patrick! Wet your wife's cunt for my cock."

Patrick bent Louis beside Hugo's ass, then he began eating Louis's ass while fingering Hugo. Patrick might not show it, but he was truly missing Louis's ass. The moment his mouth met Louis's ass, he wasted no time parting the cheeks and went in for the hole. He tongued the hole lightly, before nibbling on the hole, sometimes crushing himself between the muscly asscheeks. And when Patrick began tongue fucking Louis, the emperor moaned so hard he didn't care who could hear him.

And yes, the courtiers were still around worshipping each other beauty. After all, who didn't want a turn at worshipping Salome's pretty virgin cunt now the old fart bishop was out of the way. Salome had many courters and many of them were princes of other kingdoms, or at the very least, a duke's sons. It was perhaps the only chance for the young, some old, bachelor courtiers gambled their chance into the royalty by eating Salome's cunt so good she decided to accept one of their lowly hands in marriage. Some even shared her cunt with their brothers and said he could pick either of them for marriage and got both. Some of the dads took their sons' place and said Salome could always come to them if the son couldn't satisfy her. The cook's big family of 5 sons hauled Salome to their own lodging and began worshiping her body thoroughly together while the wife argued with the other courtiers who felt cheated by the cook and afraid the cook might do something horrible. The cook relented and opened their lodging for everyone to freely worship Salome. All of them could still hear Louis's blissful moan and knew right away it was their emperor's voice.

They couldn't see Isabella anywhere, so they just assumed Louis was getting lucky tonight, not that they would say anything if it was not Isabella. Louis was an emperor after all. Isabella on the other hand was currently faking being drunk while her ass was being railed by the archbishop's 5" cock performing what he called as "Drunk Exorcism" and Lucas stood nearby in case the bishop needed anything. Lucas knew the bishop was bullshitting his ass right now, but he also knew Isabella wasn't drunk so he played along. He made sure the bishop didn't do anything funny, however, as he almost put his cock inside Isabella's pussy. Luckily, Lucas saw that and the bishop blamed his bad eye-sight which resulted in Stephanus plugging Isabella's cunt with his own loincloth. Not that Lucas was the smartest person as whenever Stephanus was about to cum, he would order Lucas to grab him a glass of water. When Lucas was out of the room, Stephanus unplugged the cunt, and surprisingly gave Isabella the fuck that rivaled even Rory. Then he proceeded to pour his cum there before plugging it again and repeating the cycle. Not that Isabella was complaining, she knew her husband was getting the fuck of his life after all, why couldn't she have her own?

Isabella was right, Louis was indeed getting the fuck of his life when Rory pulled his cock away from Hugo and manhandled Louis onto his four toned limbs facing the open door. He also ordered Patrick and Hugo to squat and jerked off their cock facing their open door, which both of them did. Patrick knew when his dad didn't want to be argued back, so he did as he was told. Besides, he was the loser anyway.

Louis's chamber was at the end of the hallway, but it also has a way to the courtyard and the barrack, as well as the private latrine. Not a lot of people passed by, but that didn't guarantee none would come. And the fact that his guard had gone from their usual place meant Rory did want for someone to see him. And someone did, well, a couple of people did. They were Hugo's entourage who shared equally wet garments thanks to the "beauty worship" as they entered the room looking for Hugo. They were laughing and joking with each other, and then abruptly stopped when they entered the room and saw Louis fully awake on all four, hard cock. Not only that, Hugo and their new friend Patrick were jerking their cock as their lives depend on it.

Rory smirked at the shocked young bachelors as he squatted a little bit higher so all of them could see his huge cock lining up into Louis's ass. Rory grabbed Louis by the ears as he pushed his cock into Louis's cock-deprived hole. Louis whimpered, and then reached behind to spread his cheeks further. He didn't care anymore if those degenerates could see him like this. Fuck, their shocked faces and growing bulges in those tight pants made them even hotter, and not all of them were hot. His hole was starving, and even though it got extra painful as the huge cock pushed through, Louis knew he was on his way to heaven.

Rory, staying true to his words, didn't push it all the way in like he used to. He made it slow, allowing Louis's ass to adapt before pushing more and more of the humongous cock inside Louis's ass.

"Fuck. Did the emperor just commit sodomy?"

"Even the blind Stephanus could see that, idiot."

"Stephanus wouldn't like it if he see it. The church wouldn't like it."

"Are you suddenly a church altar boy, now? Remember, fuck the church!"

"Calm down, boys! We're not doing any sodomy here? We're just continuing our charade, right, and you're supposed to be my royal horse, right, your highness?" Rory asked as he gently pushed Louis's joy button.

"I don't think you're supposed to tell us that—" Said one of the noble before being kicked in the shin.

"Yes! Fuck me!" his head shot up when Rory was joined by the hip with him, not quite lost in the fuck yet, just hanging conscious enough to notice he jerked himself in front of those degenerates. He even made sure they could see him jerking himself as Rory rode him while pulling him by the ears. He had been eyeing the nobles' crotch as he pushed himself to Rory's cock. One guy noticed and then he whispered to his friends, and now all of them tugging their crotch as Louis stared at those bulges.

"I don't think a horse can speak, your highness."

Despite his better judgment, which he knew he no longer had, he whined as hard as he could, producing his best impression of a horse. He didn't stop there. He made sure he made the most ridiculous face he could to make the guys laugh. They did as they openly pointed at his face which got Louis's cock even harder. He even visibly pounded himself on Rory when the man stopped moving, jerking his cock furiously as he made the weird horse noise. The guys found the spectacle strangely arousing. There was something about seeing your pricky emperor clearly debasing himself as he got his rock off on a cock. Some of them couldn't even stop jerking their hard cocks through their pants.

"I don't think that's a horse sound your highness," Rory said, stating the obvious.

"Ah, sorry! I don't know how to make a horse sound!" He said without losing a beat while pounding himself on the huge cock.

"But I bet you know how to make a bitch sound," Rory said suddenly, pulling Louis by each arm, interrupting the emperor's jack-off session.

Now Louis was laying on top of Rory on his back while the huge cock began wrecking his shithole. Everyone stared in awe as they saw the huge cock stretch Louis's hole so much. The fact that it could completely disappear into Louis was also fascinating for them. Rory pounded Louis so hard his body was almost thrown off only to be pulled hard by the waist, impaling the cock deep inside his shitter. Rory was pounding Louis so rough the emperor's asscheeks were getting red from the pounding as well. Louis's cock was swinging wildly, spewing pre-cum everywhere.

"Yeah, bitch. C'mon, let everyone in your fucking country know what a bitch is supposed to sound like!"

Louis didn't care anymore, his inhibition faded faster than the first time Patrick fuck him. He wailed and moaned as hard as he could. Although it wasn't heard throughout the country, it was heard throughout the palace. Of course, everyone just assumed Isabella was amazing in the bedroom, while Isabella herself was pounded missionary by Stephanus, in pussy this time, as he managed to sneak some sleeping powder into Lucas's drink. Stephanus then laid Lucas beside Isabella on his stomach with his pants down, then began whooping the ass like the bad boy that Lucas was. Seeing the horsecock on Lucas, Stephanus, sometimes, absent-mindedly began playing with the balls and the hung cock as well. He never once stopped spanking Lucas, not even as he rested after cumming in Isabella recuperating for the next round. He was beaming the next morning seeing Lucas couldn't even sit as Lucas himself didn't know why his butt was so bruised. Isabella too began "drunkenly" return Stephanus pounding while calling him Louis, which of course the old fart used to kiss her by playing along as Louis. The old man did know how to kiss.

"Yeah bitch! Show everyone what a fucking bitch you are!" Rory pulled Louis's legs up, then hoisted him like that without stopping pounding the battered hole, and stood on the edge of the bed while Louis reached under to jerk his cock. "Son, kneel in front of me. I am going to coronate you as the emperor's stud! Don't stop jerking your cock."

Patrick knew he didn't have any voice left, so he just did what his dad wanted him to do.

Louis looked at Patrick kneeling in front of him jerking his cock, on the far side was Hugo jerking his cock as well, behind Patrick were the crowd of the young degenerate bachelors, and here he was, hoisted by the body with his legs up clearly showing himself jerking his cock and a huge cock wrecking his inside out.

"One day, son. This is going to be your real marriage and your official coronation as the bitch emperor, with my son kneeling proudly under me, unlike right now, dejected like a fucking loser cunt."

Louis looked, and his vision changed. They weren't inside his room anymore. But at the grand Cathedral of Reims, on top of the velvet carpet, jerking himself proudly while giving Louis his confident half-smile, tugging his cock seductively, making Louis regret it wasn't his cock pounding him right now.

"And right there, with your cousin, there will be the rest of your family. All of them lining their ass up for my sons and grandsons to use. Including your in-laws and cousins-in-law."

He saw all of them, lining up bending over as Ferghal and the twins checked them over. Grabbing their asses, weighing them, sticking their fingers inside their holes. Ferghal would settle on the prick Basile, making him scream as he fucked him mercilessly, while the twins would spitroast his uncle, Pepin. Fuck, who was his name again? The cute pre-teen almost teenager, Jack, Rory's eldest grandsons, Ferghal's son, or rather, Patrick's. He probably would be attracted to Marco, children flock to him like moths to a candle. He was the court tutor, so he would probably approach Jack as he did with all of the children, with kindness and mentor approached, only to be bent over and mentored on how moans like a good bitch by Jack. What about Rory's other grandsons? Louis never met them. Didn't the twins also have another twin? Did that mean Patrick was the one giving the MacCarthal twins? It didn't matter, all of them could stick their cocks inside any hole available.

"And in front of you will be your people. And I mean, your people. Everyone will attend and watched as I give the fucking fate of this empire onto my son, while their emperor's shithole was wrecked by my huge cock. And you'll show them how happy you are to be shown your place. You'll sit beside my son's throne, on a fucking chair, I don't care. This will be your position, in the coronation, and your throne room. Legs up, jerking your cock while smiling like an idiot. That's what a queen's job is right? Besides giving birth, that is, but you got your wife covered for that. She'll give birth to only red babies, doesn't have to be Patrick's, just have to be a MacCarthal. You hear me?"

"Yes!" Louis screamed. He truly could see himself as he was fucked thoroughly for everyone to see from the pews. Fuck, he would spread his cheeks apart so everyone could see Rory's magnificent cock disappear into his hole, before pulling back only to slam inside again.

"You know what would be a great end to this coronation, right?" Feeling Louis's ass muscle massaged his cock harder, Rory was sure Louis knew. So he gave Louis his hardest fuck. Even though it was only a rehearsal, Rory wanted to make sure he marked the ass with MacCarthal's cock so everyone knew he conquered the Frankish. Louis too jerked his hard cock wildly.

With one hard thrust, Louis shot out globs and globs of cum right on Patrick's hair, some trailed down to his face. Oh yeah, Rory did say it wasn't a punishment for his son, but he didn't say anything about it not being a repercussion of Patrick's wimpy ass decision-making. And truth to be told, he was so petty that he still wanted revenge for his humiliation, and his son just delivered it right to him on a silver platter. Of course, he would take it and fucking shit on it. There was no greater pleasure than teaching your fucking rowdy ass son who was the boss. The pleasure filled his balls so much he couldn't hold himself anymore and impaled Louis deep on his cock as his legs buckled filling Louis with gallons of cum. He didn't stop filling him with cum, however, he still had other liquid to store into the emperor, and he filled Louis with it.

"Hold it." Though some trickled, Louis managed to close his gaping ass shut when Rory pulled his cock. Then he held Louis right above Patrick's head as he showed the guys Louis's close tight battered asshole and still hard cock. "Now showed everyone what I fucking turned you to be."

Louis somehow managed to hold himself, not as respect for himself as a person. He knew fully well Rory intended to humiliate Patrick, his man, so he couldn't just do it. But then Patrick himself said, "Just get it over with!" And Louis opened his ass. No, he pushed his ass hard as he made a torrent of piss and cum burst through his shithole spraying Patrick's head. It was so much by the time it ended Patrick was so wet almost looked like he was poured under a rain.

"That's right, I turned you from the emperor of the Franks, into the Holy Chamberpot Emperor. Didn't your father want that title as well?" He said as he threw Louis to Patrick. He then approached Hugo, grabbed him by the hair, and threw him onto the bed. "Let me see that cunt."

Hugo spread his cheeks as far apart as he could, showing not only Rory but also his group that he was supposed to be the leader of. They were shocked to see the deviant Hugo this meek.

After ordering Hugo to wink his asshole a couple of times, Rory finally addressed the guys whose pants had dropped on the floor, "All of you boys won't open your mouth about this, do you understand?"

Their hard cocks dropped to soft as they nodded.

"Good. As a gift, you can go to my bitch's bitch house and get any cunts you want for free tonight."

"Wait? Really? Hugo never gives free?"

"Well, he better learn because he's going to be a free hole for my men to use, and so will the rest of the Carolingian. You hear me!" Rory spanked Hugo hard.

"YES, DADDY!"

Rory then hauled Hugo's huge body like it weighed nothing, manhandled him so Hugo was lying flat on his stomach ass arched back preparing for impact from Rory's already steel hard cock while facing his friends. In one hard determined merciless thrust, Rory planted his meaty cock deep inside Hugo's tight cunt to the hilt resulting in Hugo making loud incoherent noises with eyes rolled back.

"What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out!" They scurried away from the bedroom, not before slapping Hugo's slutty blissful face lightly with their cock, from which soon Hugo's slutty moan would be heard across the palace.

That's it for this chapter! And we finally arrived at Francia! I know it took a while, but we got a lot of new characters and this rooster will get bigger as we haven't even touched the geopolitics of the world yet. And remember when I said, "inspired by the dark age"? this is what I meant. The setting was indeed inspired by the dark age but everything inside, including cultures, was pretty much not. And there are more hetero scenes as well in this chapter and will be present in a few future chapters as well, but I need you to know that the plot won't revolve around them too much, and mostly it is there to complement the domination/cuckold/beta males theme of this series. I hope you'll understand.

Anyway! That's all from me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'd love to know your opinion on the chapter or feedback, or if you want to ask me anything, just email me. Thanks for reading!