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. And lastly please support nifty by giving a donation to keep the site well and running.
Characters List:
Louis Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Early twenties. A blonde-haired man with a lean solid toned body who had pretty blue eyes. He looked like a sculpture with his sharp nose, curly hair, and sharp jaws. He has a perky round butt that wasn't too big or too small. He was a king and always carried himself as a noble no matter where he was.
Charles II Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Deceased (early forties). Louis's late father. A blonde-haired man with a lean muscular body. He looked just like Louis, except he was older and has more beard and body hair. They even shared the same size butt and demeanor, except he was much stricter.
Hugo Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Louis's cousin. Late twenties. A naturally beefy guy who didn't need any exercise to keep his body in a well-shape. He had huge pecs and a solid gut. Despite being married, he was the leader of the bachelors' group in Louis's court. A degenerate and well-known flirt.
Patrick MacCarthal: 9" uncut cock. Leinster. Early twenties. He was lean and slightly toned with red pubic hairs similar to his head. He was a handsome cheeky man with green eyes. He was the youngest son of the Chieftain of Leinster. His body wasn't as hairy as his dad's, but he did have some hair on his chest and ass.
Stephanus: 5" thin cock. Frankish. Late sixties. Louis's court chaplain. He was an archbishop and everything you'd expect from a rotting old priest would like; old, wrinkly, and fat. Despite being old, his stamina was as young as any teenager.
Lucas Bouviers: 15" thick meaty anaconda. Frankish. Barely adult. He was a pale skinny and tall man. He didn't have any muscle on him. He was a brunette with green eyes. Despite being an adult, he still looked like a teenager.
Damien Le Roux: 8" uncut cock. Frankish. Mid-thirties. He was a thin good-looking man who dressed handsomely as well. He had dark hair and a short beard. he was the court jester during Charles' reign, and now he was the event organizer for Louis. Like Hugo, he was also a flirt despite being married.
Mason Le Roux: 6" uncut cock. Frankish. Teen. Damien's son. He was a handsome man with pale skin. His hair was dark without any beard or body hair, except pubes. He was his father's partner in crime in their sexcapades and often saw double-teaming any holes they could find. He was married to a young girl.
Bartholomew Russo: 6" cut cock. Italian. Late thirties. He was a handsome man with a bald head and a nice mustache. He dressed in expensive clothes and often looked like a snob. He was also the heir of a powerful merchant's house in Liguria. He was a friend of Pepin Carolingian and often fucked his wife.
Martin Moymir: 6" cut cock. Slavic. Late twenties. He had black hair and black eyes. He was an adonis with a muscular body. He had massive pecs and tits. His abs were washboard eight packs with strong calves. He had dimples just like his uptight muscular round butt. He was also the youngest and dearest brother of the King of Moravia.
Cian Walsh: 7" uncut cock with a bulbous head. Leinster. Early forties. He was an average-looking man despite the scars on his face. He had short blonde hair which he shaved on the sides of his head. His body was covered in tattoos. Although he wasn't a hunk, he was a muscular man with an eight-pack. He used to be an ugly man with no respect for making himself look good. Once he fell head over heels for Louis, he began changing himself to look more presentable.
William: 7" can thick cock. Norse. Early thirties. He was rough around the edge and had tattoos on his thick arms and hairy body. He had braided blonde hair. He was a hunk who worked as Louis's blacksmith.
Adam: 6" thick cock. Mixed Norse-Frankish. Early teen. A bastard. He was a much more handsome man than his father. Although he wasn't muscular, he did have some muscle on him. He also had a smooth body in contrast to William's hairy body. He was William's adopted son and protégé who looked like William.
After the feast, Louis notified his court that he wanted a week-long rest before opening the throne room for the first time, which isn't unusual since most kings didn't schedule the throne room to open from 9 to 5 and spent most of their lives loafing around anyway. So when Louis withdrew to the seclusion of his room most of the time, nobody question him. What the court didn't know, however, was that Louis didn't rest at all. He was to wake up in the morning and gave Patrick's balls a tongue bath before waking up his man by sucking the morning wood and kept sucking until someone delivered breakfast to his room, that someone was the cook himself who did it gladly as a gesture of gratitude for his sons' transferred to a kingdom as the princess's boy toys. In a time when most successful of the commoners worked as a king's shitbox carrier, being a queen's boy toy was a massive promotion from their wretched poor life, and the cook attributed his sons' fortune to Louis. Hence, although he was shocked to see Louis answering the door naked whenever he delivered breakfast, he quickly acted like it was nothing nor did he question anything when he saw Patrick waving his shiny slimy cock at him. He even told Louis up to everyone whenever the courtiers had their routine gossip, without mentioning Patrick, hickeys on Louis's body, and handprints on Louis's ass. The cook did notice Louis's white ass with a handprint turned as red as Patrick's hair by the end of the week.
Then Louis would feed Patrick who never left the bed not even once since Louis would carry the chamberpot over to Patrick if he needed it. If Patrick felt a bit kinky, he would put the food on Louis's body and eat it there, or in the case of soup, he would pour it over Louis's crack and then slurp it down. If Patrick felt extremely kinky, he would stick anything up Louis's ass, or his, and then eat it or had Louis eat it. After that, they would go to the bathhouse, the only place and the only time they met people during this "honeymoon". Most of the time, Hugo and his friends would be present, some other times Bartholomew would be there as well. Patrick would carry a conversation or two with them while Louis dutifully washed Patrick's body or rode his cock like a slut in front of everyone. Things would usually escalate quickly, but Patrick made it clear that Louis was only his during those times. Since the same thing didn't apply to Patrick, Louis often found himself cleaning Patrick's cock after it was shoved into someone's ass.
When some of the guys made a pass on him, Bartholomew refused by saying his type was more of a young boy, but he did accept blowjobs. That being said, once everyone held Bartholomew down and then Hugo shoved the Italian sausage up his own chute, Bartholomew couldn't stop pumping his cock inside out even after he was no longer held down. After that, Louis would often find Bartholomew drilling his cock inside Hugo's butt in the bathhouse numerous times, he even heard Bartholomew would always visit Hugo's room whenever he visited Pepin's manor, which was every day. Hugo was also openly being closer and even flirtier with Bartholomew whose either hand was always on Hugo's butt. Their friendship clearly had skyrocketed since Bartholomew had been heard, jokingly, cajoling Hugo to pimp his own asshole, which Louis wasn't convinced was all a joke.
When they were back in Louis's bedroom, Louis would open all of the windows, which directly faced the palace's garden where most of the courtiers gathered, as wide as they could be while Patrick returned to his position, laying on the huge bed with his cock sticking up. Louis then rode the cock so hard from morning until night, only stopping for eating, while moaning on top of his lungs. The moans were so loud that everyone in the palace could hear them, and of course, gossiped about it. By the end of the night, his south mouth was as raw as his throat. Some thought it was hilarious, some wished it was them living the best life, and many others complimented Isabella's pussy for clamping so hard making Louis blissfully moan like that. It was unusual, for both the moans and the fact that Isabella went to Louis's room instead of the other way around, but they didn't say anything against it. Not even when they noticed Isabella hadn't come out of her room or when they saw Isabella in front of them while Louis was still moaning.
"Damn! The boy's still singing his high note from the best pounding you gave him and you've already here in the garden walking like it was nothing. You must've got steel for lips down there."
Everyone was dying from laughter and secondhand embarrassment from Damien's impolite remark. When he realized he was no longer the court jester, he quickly apologized to Isabella with his most charming smile, which Isabella returned with a whisper, "Why don't you find out in my room?"
After a day of thorough investigation, the next morning, Damien concluded that Isabella didn't have a steel pussy nor she was the one who made the emperor moan like that. But he did give it a plus for being an empress pussy and enjoyed emptying his cum inside the empress. Lucas's dong, though, was another matter.
At first, Damien was scared shitless when the valet caught him balls deep inside the empress, but when Isabella told him to keep going, he did. Then he realized that Lucas wasn't mad at him for screwing the empress, he was mad that he cummed inside Isabella's womb. Isabella only shrugged it off and enticed Lucas with her asshole instead. Lucas acted upset, but he did undress. That was the first time Damien saw Lucas's monstrous third leg. It was so huge Damien could feel the cock fucking the asshole with his own cock from the inside of Isabella's pussy. They were tense and didn't talk at first, but Damien's natural charisma won over Lucas and soon they began pepping each other up and talking about how they destroyed Isabella's hole while making an Eiffel tower. That's when Damien knew the fucking Archbishop had been spending his time inside Isabella's womb as well. Soon Damien was also one of Isabella's regulars, but Lucas did forbid him from using Isabella's pussy.
Of course, Damien didn't listen and kept fucking Isabella in the pussy, and it even invigorated him to cum inside the womb more and more. He even invited his son, Mason, to help him sow the empress as well. When Lucas caught them double dicking Isabella in the pussy, he was furious. Luckily, Damien just knew what to say, and then Lucas join them inside Isabella's ass while Damien and Mason pound the pussy.
One of the instances Louis would come out of his room was when it was brought to his attention that the palace blacksmith, William, wanted to talk to him. Louis did make William for a few days since Patrick was fucking him like a rabbit. On the day he was free, Patrick had to take care of the "business" with the Britons, Louis made his way to the hot smithy located in quite a secluded area near the barrack. Although the smithy itself was on the outside while the building was used for storage and William's lodging, it didn't make it any less hot standing near the forge. This was the reason why Louis didn't like to go to the blacksmith at all.
"William. I heard you want to talk to me about the sword I am commissioning. So much so that I have to walk in here instead of you heeding my summon." Louis still didn't remember when did he commission that fucking sword and almost wanted to roast William's ass further for daring to have him come to the smithy instead, but seeing William's muscles glistening under the harsh sunlight especially since he wore no shirt under his dirty blacksmith's apron made Louis's heart soften and his dick harden.
William didn't even look at him when he said, "Apologies, your excellency, but I have an idea for the hilt and the handle for your sword." Then he turned around and approached Louis, "For that, I needed to test how well your grip is." He said as he groped Louis's ass.
Louis gasped a little, "I see, but I am not... available. Not in that way. Not today." He said, tho his cock did betray him.
William chuckled as he gave Louis a 4" wooden stick then guided Louis's hand to grip the stick, "I only want to see how thick should I make the handle for you to grip it well." He said as he prodded Louis's asshole through the trousers making the emperor leak some of Patrick's cum stored in him, "Why don't we get you inside and we'll see how well your grip is."
The inside of the small cottage was something Louis would expect from a servant's lodging. It was small and dirty, but it was probably because the place was also used for storage as well. There was one double-size bed which meant Adam was sleeping on the same bed as William. The bed, despite being a room away, smelled like dried cum and piss, and Louis could also see some devices and clutters that he couldn't recognize except the phallic-shaped objects which Louis knew were replicas of cocks.
"Get naked," William said before he disappeared into a mountain of stuff.
Not long after Louis wore his birthday suit, William appeared again with something that looked like a swinger but instead of a swing, it has a weird contraption. Without a word, William hauled Louis off and strapped him into the contraption without any problems. Now he was hanging with his legs bound upwards to each post while his hands were bound behind his back while he was seated on a swing-like leather strap.
William took a step back as he admired his work.
Being observed under those hungry eyes, Louis couldn't help but felt butterflies in his stomach that made him leak some of Patrick's cum again which made William scoff.
The "swinger" had four feet and wheels on its feet so William could easily move him around like that, and Louis leaked out some more cum when he realized William pushed him toward the outside, "What are you doing?"
"Preparing you, and besides, it's going to be a busy day so I need to keep working. If your highness had come when I called, we couldn've done this in private."
"Wait... Wait... let's raincheck then."
"Today or tomorrow, or days after, I will still be busy." He said as he pushed Louis outside.
As the smithy itself was placed in a secluded area, there weren't many people passing through and it was often dead quiet with only the sounds of William's hammer. That being said, people, especially his courtiers, did come to William for various purposes since he was also a toolmaker. What surprised Louis more was when William set him in front of the forge only a distance away, but still enough for the heat to reach Louis's wide-open crack. Since the forge was in the middle of the place, everyone who came or just passed through had an open view of his raw puffed asshole being smoked. Didn't Louis plan to roast William's ass when he came here? Why was he the one being roasted again?
William wasn't lying when he said he was busy as the place soon became crowded. His customers at first were shocked to see Louis in such as state but William explained that Louis had an inspiration for his sword but he needed to test his grip. Nobody knew how that related to Louis's smoking his asshole in front of the forge or the liquid kept leaking out of Louis's asshole, but they didn't complain. In fact, they couldn't take their eyes off him. It was not a secret that Louis was a man of beauty, and there was certainly no question left now as they could see the emperor's most secret parts. They all silently agreed that Louis's body was perfect. A perfectly pale body that looked made of well-chosen marble instead of sickly, a blonde curly hair that looked like it was woven from gold, a pair of eyes as blue as the sky, his body wasn't muscular nor extremely toned yet it was perfect. For those who hadn't seen his cock at the feast, now they could clearly see a 7" cock with a cutting like it was cut by an artisan, balls that hanging just low enough and big enough with a sack that looked like a smooth pouch, and a perky butt with dimples. His ass wasn't huge or that bubbly, but it was tight and often covered his tight asshole which now everyone could see puffing and leaking. They noticed it quite clearly as they had spent quite some time looking at the emperor. Usually, they would have been gone after they got their order from William, but today, they spent quite a while talking to William while their eyes stuck on Louis. Only after William told them to go did they begin to disperse. And then it become much more crowded as more people came, some of them were the peasants who lived outside of the palace. William did accept orders from them as well so it was not out of the ordinary for them to be there, though William did note he got more orders that day than he had ever been. Louis would surely be the talk of the town from that day onwards.
It wasn't until the sun went down William told the still coming customers he was closed for the day and then dispersed them. He approached Louis who now had been sweating all over his body, William smirked when he slapped Louis's crack feeling how damp it was. He got naked revealing his hard 7" thick cock and teasing the head on Louis's asshole.
"Wait... no... Patrick said my pussy is only his for the week," Louis said panting. Who would've thought spending the day having your pussy heated would be this tiring.
"Fucking cunt. I thought Jamie is your man. But that sounds like your problem, not mine." William shrugged as he pushed his dick inside Louis slowly, "Fuck, you're tight."
Although it wasn't as long as Patrick's, it was thicker. Louis's ass still had to adjust to the thickness as it entered, but Patrick's load that hadn't leaked out made it easier for the thick cock to sink inside his ass. Within no time, William was fully inside him.
Louis could see William's thick muscle glistening under the light of the forge as his wet body hair almost matted to his skin. Louis was in no different shape either, his body covered in sweat as much as his asscrack. When William began slamming, his ass made loud spolch sounds leaving no imagination as to what they were doing. He hoped Patrick won't find out which was why he tried to hold his moans, but once William hit his joy button, he didn't care anymore and howled like a wolf in heat.
"You took your time." He suddenly heard William say. That was when he noticed someone had been going back and forth to clean up the place. He was Adam. A young short-haired blonde teenager who looked like a younger version of William, making people often question whether he was William's real son or not. He also noticed Adam was completely naked and as sweaty as him. His body, although wasn't as muscular as his father's, was solid and had some muscles he definitely inherited from William. He also noticed they had similar big tits as well. The only difference was William was hairy and Adam was not. Adam didn't even have facial hair. Oh, and also Adam wore a cock cage.
"That old fart wanted an extra since the delivery was late," Adam said as he went back to clean up the place.
"You hear that, cunt!? The shipment was late because I spent that day waiting for your ass and you didn't come! Now my son has to pay for what you did! I want compensation! You'll have to pay extra for this sword I am making for you! You hear me!?" William said as he used the swinger to swing Louis's body onto his cock meeting his pounding.
"Yes! Fuck me! I am sorry!"
"You bet your ass you'll be sorry!" William said as he slammed Louis even harder.
After some time, William picked up his pace as he swore more and more. When William gave him one hard slam, he could feel the cock expand and spurt gallons of cum inside his ass. They panted as they stared at each other, reveling in the afterglow. Then William pulled Louis's face closer and made out with him. He was spending so much time with Patrick's smooth face he was surprised when William's beard tickled his face as they made out.
William pulled away and then shouted, " Adam! Come here!"
When Adam arrived, William told him to turn around which he did without any question. That was when Louis see something lodged up inside Adam's ass. William pulled that thing out which looked like a small metallic plug making cum began trickling down one of Adam's legs.
William pulled his cock out of Louis's ass and, without even cleaning it, inserted the plug inside Louis. "There. Consider it a gift from me so your ass won't leak out your man's gift anymore. I am sorry, your highness, but I have other matters to attend to." With one pull, the contraption binding Louis unbind and dropped Louis's ass flat on the ground. William didn't even glance at him and went inside the lodging carrying Adam on his shoulder. Seconds later, Louis could hear Adam's moans coming from inside the cottage.
The other instance where Louis came out alone was when Stephanus suddenly called him to Isabella's room for an important announcement. When Patrick followed both of them, Stephanus told him to wait outside as the matter was a little bit delicate. However, Louis insisted that Patrick came with them, even after Stephanus whispered that Isabella was naked. He didn't want his man to be out of an important announcement.
When they went inside, Isabella was indeed naked in her room waiting for them on the bed.
"She isn't sick, is she?" Patrick finally asked.
"No, my lord. Not at all! In fact, it's the other way around!" Stephanus said excitedly at the now confused Louis and Patrick.
"You see, my lord, this morning, I was doing my usual checked routine on the empress to see if her womb is in the good condition for copulating while helping her with her prayer and her helping me with my study. Basically, my priestly duty."
Both Louis and Patrick rolled their eyes.
"And then I noticed! Look!" Stephanus pointed out at Isabella's wet pussy.
"That's she is leaking?" Patrick asked.
"What? No! By the God! Not that! We needed to do more prayer lord MacCarthal, I think whoever baptized you didn't do it correctly since you still have earthly sin, probably from the demons left in your body for years of worshipping them!"
Patrick rolled his eyes again, "Please pardon him, your holiness, but can you please just tell me what's going on with her?" Louis said finally losing his patience.
"Well, your excellency, what I am pointing at is at her womb! She's pregnant!"
Both Louis and Patrick beamed as they hugged each other. Patrick was sure the baby was his, or at least his family, so he was so happy since that meant Louis was finally his. Louis, despite knowing the child couldn't possibly be his since he hadn't cum inside Isabella not even once, was ecstatic as well, for Patrick and for the fact that his fate and his country's fate were sealed together with Patrick. He could already see himself holding the red-headed babe on his balcony in front of his people, naming the baby who clearly wasn't his as the heir. He almost couldn't hold Patrick's cum in his ass inside.
"Fuck yeah! I mean, thank God! Is it a boy!? Tell me it's a boy!" Patrick said.
"That's why I called you here, your highness. We're going to find out, well I am about to find out." Stephanus said as he kneeled in between Isabella's legs. He pulled her closer so that her pussy was now inches away from his face. "Since this is your first time seeing me doing this, I want to say that this is a necessary procedure to find out your baby's sex. So I hope you don't mind."
"Just do it!" Louis ordered him, which Stephanus happily obliged.
At first, he began by fingering Isabella while keep turning his head over and over again looking at Louis's reaction. When he saw no hostility on Louis's face, only excitement along with Patrick as they leaned in closer to watch Stephanus doing his job, Stephanus began his favorite part. He went to town on Isabella's pussy, lips to lips, sloppy tonguefucking her. The noise, his spit, and Isabella's cunt juice flew everywhere as Stephanus made out with Isabella's pussy. This was his favorite part since he could see the jealousy in husbands' eyes whenever he did this to their wives. Sometimes, the jealousy turned into lust, and sometimes it started with lust, just like Louis and Patrick.
What Stephanus didn't notice, however, was that Louis didn't lust over Isabella, but Patrick's hand sneakily went inside Louis's trousers and dug the cum inside his ass out fully intending it to soil Louis's trousers while they were leaning down. Seeing and hearing Stephanus working and the news of the pregnancy did make both of them so excited that they wanted to fuck right there and then. But since they couldn't, Patrick compromised by humiliating Louis instead. Louis didn't mind at all, he in fact pushed the cum as hard as he could.
When Louis farted as a result of pushing too hard, Stephanus stopped and caught Louis's eyes. Louis didn't stop, in fact, as he looked lustfully at Stephanus, he began pushing a much louder wet fart while biting his lips.
Stephanus had never seen anything like that, but his cock knew lust and a pretty face when he see one, and Louis had both. He continued eating Isabella but this time, he did it from the side so he could see Louis's face while the man let out another wet fart looking like a bitch in heat. It made Stephanus's cock so hard he didn't even flinch when Patrick suddenly kissed Louis in front of his face. Normally Stephanus would be mad, but that time, his cock couldn't care less. Not even when Patrick pushed Louis's head down onto the floor while pulling only the back of Louis's trousers down, clearly showing Stephanus his fingers inside the Emperor's ass, wrecking it with vigor. Nope. All that did was make Stephanus fingered Isabella so much rougher than the empress began squealing. Seeing all of the pretenses had been dropped, Louis too moaned louder when Patrick wrecked his cunt even rougher.
It was as if both Stephanus and Patrick were holding a fingering contest, who could make the bitch moan louder, the winner. Whenever Isabella or Louis moaned louder than the other, Stephanus or Patrick would try to one-up the other. They didn't even care when both Louis and Isabella had cum, they kept going until Stephanus's face was drenched in cunt juice and Louis's trousers drenched in his cum. By dinner, as if on cue, both Stephanus and Patrick whipped out their cock and beat them to completion. Patrick coated his cum on Louis's face while Stephanus sunk his cum inside Isabella's fertilized womb. Both Louis and Isabella lay down defeated while Stephanus and Patrick caught their breath.
When they finally realized what they've done, Patrick quickly said, "The emperor, he... uh... He got a condition, like his father. Yeah! Remember? King Corentin diagnosed him last night, and he needs me to that and... that," pointing to Louis's ass and cum covered face, "So yeah..."
"Oh... I see... It's fine if it's for medical purposes then... even if it's unorthodox. Ehem..." Stephanus said, but when he noticed Patrick still smirking, he looked at him confused, then Patrick pointed at Isabella's cunt leaking cums out. "Oh... That... It's... for... Protection! Yeah! Protection! Ward from evil. My holy seed can do that."
Patrick nodded and after an awkward minute, he announced he was bringing Louis back to his room. Stephanus nodded and looked at Patrick escorting out Louis, whose pants were still down at the back revealing his red butt while the front of his pants was slick with cum, by the shoulder. He didn't say anything thanks to his cock getting hard again, he wasted no time starting the second round with Isabella.
Patrick made his way to the dining room when everyone gathered and had already eaten. During the honeymoon week, Louis had never attended dinner so they started eating without him. But when they saw Patrick came, more over Louis's state, the food quickly dropped from their mouth as they stood on their feet looking at them.
"What's wrong with the emperor?"
"What happened!?"
"What's that on his face!?"
"Why are his pants wet?"
"What's that smell?"
Patrick motioned them to calm down, "Nothing is wrong, in fact, everything is great! Amazing! You can see it for yourself when the throne room is open! For now, his highness is a bit tired after attending business with the empress, if you know what I mean," Everyone knew as they cheered and whistled at Louis, "Now, I'll just take some that thank you, and we'll be on our way."
Patrick approached Mason's seat and then took his plate including everything on it, after adding some more food. "Wait, what's that on his highness's face, also on his trousers? Wait, this smell... Is it?"
"His highness high-quality milk." Everyone around the table loudly cheered again.
"Fuck yeah, always knew the royal bull could produce that much milk! Let's cheer everyone! To his highness, the Royal Bull!" Said a noble courtier drinking his glass of wine followed by chanting of "royal bull".
"Wait, isn't only the cow can produce milk?" Said the courtier's wife.
"Honey, how can you not notice this bull had been feeding you milk? Probably because I fed you in your lower mouth!" He said while thrusting at his wife who was seated. Everyone laughed and cheered at the man.
"Wait, what's that white thing coming out of his ass? Why is it smells' like..." Mason said as he instinctively leaned in to smell better. His eyes bulged out when he noticed the familiar smell and looked at Patrick surprised. The man, on the other hand, just gave him the smirk and the eye for confirmation. "No fucking way!" Mason said and quickly moved behind Louis's ass as he leaned and took a deep breath. "Dad! You might really want to smell this!"
Damien who had been keeping an eye on Louis quickly came and kneeled behind Louis. He shoved all of his faces on Louis's crack and took a deep breath there. "Fucking shit, son!"
"What? Did the emperor's shit smells like roses?" one of the courtiers inquire.
"I think your wife might be right, we have a royal cow here!" Damien answered.
The room went quiet and you can even hear one of the nobles drop his spoon.
"No fucking way!"
"Are you serious!?"
"Wait, are you telling me he's the one being fed bull milk!?"
"I mean, everyone knew Robert had a thing with that Briton King."
"Yeah, and Martel had a taste for Muhammadans' milk!"
"Well, I'll leave the discussion to you, I am escorting his highness to his bed," Patrick said after he finished gathering a full plate of food. He had Louis leaning on his shoulder while his hand hold on to the plate and his other hand had its middle finger deep inside Louis's chute. Patrick used that finger to adjust Louis's positioning by moving it around roughly. It was hard, but practicality was never Patrick's intention. Those bulging eyes when they looked at how deep Patrick's finger in Louis's ass as he guided the emperor was his intention.
"C'mon! Let's give it to his royal cow!" Damien cheered holding his glass while chanting. It wasn't as fast as the royal bull, but one by one, everyone began chanting as well. Especially because Patrick decided to parade Louis around the dining table first so everyone could see up close how deep his finger was inside Louis's red butt and how Louis's trousers were latched on Louis's hard cock. When they went out of the dining room, everyone was still chanting royal cow.
As he was promised, Patrick announced on the day the throne room opened with all of the courtiers present. The throne room was crowded not only because of the announcement, but also because it was the first day the throne room opened after a long while.
"The Frankish Royal family are happy to announce that the empress has finally carried a male heir for the throne!" Patrick announced, even though Stephanus hadn't mentioned his result yet. In Patrick's defense, he trusted his seeds more than Stephanus.
"To show our happiness, the emperor has decided to allow the whole kingdom to feel happiness by greeting the new prince themselves. Rejoice, people of Francia! Embrace and celebrate your new prince in the merriment!"
When Patrick said they were going to see for themselves, they did expect some sort of announcement. They didn't expect Patrick to actually have them see the announcement themselves in form of naked Isabella whose throne was carried over to in front of the petitioners' waiting for seats with her legs opened and the empress's herself opening her leaking cunt for not just the courtiers, but also for the commoners to see the most secluded part of her body.
Everyone, both men and women, crowded around Isabella because it was the first time this sort of thing ever happened. When Patrick said greeting the new prince, they thought the empress would go on tour around the city, not opening her cunt and literally letting everyone greet the fetus inside. Nobody was complaining, not even the church since the clergies got the front row at greeting the emperor. All of them greeted the new prince warmly by giving Isabella's cunt a kiss, which turned into making out. Some of them even poured holy water inside her cunt. Once they knew the greeting would be held as long as the empress was pregnant, they began filling the holy water with their holy seeds as well.
Then everyone would fight over who would say their greeting next, and the nobles and the courtiers always got priority over the commoners. Some of the nobles tried to maintain their composure, especially the ladies, only looking at the cunt while they were greeting, some others, especially the old farts, went as far as teaching the fetus how to do a proper French kiss by French kissing the mother's cunt. Seeing Isabella's pretty mouth was just as tempting, the noble asked for permission to teach the new prince by using her mother's actual mouth, quoting some scholarly text he found from the East. Once Louis allowed it, Isabella's cunt and mouth were making a roll call for the nobles, both men and women, though some of the women did it out of courtesy. Some of them even continued further convincing Louis by saying stimulating Isabella's nipple would help her to breastfeed the prince. Louis allowed them without any worry, letting those strangers nurse on Isabella's tits one by one.
Once it was finally time for the commoners who were getting crowder and crowder as the news traveled, they found themselves disappointed when they weren't allowed the same privileges as the nobles. The blood of a king after all was chosen by God. How come he let God's blood be dirtied by the peasants? Louis reasoned which was approved by the clergy. They were only allowed to greet by the guards, and they got angry. It was only after Patrick's openly convincing Louis to allow the peasants the same privileges that Louis allowed them to, after all, Patrick was technically as dirty as them. This certainly made the commoners start talking about the new guy on the court.
At first, it was just like how they did it with the clergies and the nobles, one by one the visitors approached to greet the new prince. But they noticed the commoners took more time with their greeting than the other classes. They would take it slowly by making out with the empress before moving on and kissing down her body all the while making comments like how his wife was so out of her league or that her breasts were so big it could feed the whole kingdom. They spent a lot of time eating out her cunt as well as nursing on her tits. When the first guy put his fingers inside Isabella, the guards stopped him. He reasoned he was only wishing to properly greet the prince with his hand which Louis allowed. At first, he did move his hands slower like a shaking motion, then he moved them suddenly saying he could feel the prince's grip. Then he went on full-on finger bang, saying it was how the prince wanted to play all the while nursing on Isabella's breast. As they went darker, Louis realized the throne room was crowded. If Louis told them to go home now, they would only get more anxious since many of them still hadn't had their turn with the new prince yet, and tomorrow would be far more crowded than today since people all over the kingdom would travel to Paris to meet with the prince. So, Louis finally let the commoners greet the prince a couple at a time. The commoners quickly swarmed latching on her lips, both of her tits, and two people eating her cunt. Some of the commoners went full-on finger-banging her while some of them even dared to finger her asshole. Louis had to extend the greeting until midnight. Isabella had to have her handmaiden feed her. Even then, the people were still so many left that Louis had to extend the greeting day to the next day before finally truly opening the throne room.
Throughout all of that day, Louis only sat on his throne watching people pass by with Patrick by his side along with his steward. He could even stand up since his ass was so full of Patrick's cum. Ever since the news, Patrick had been pumping him full of cum and piss every single second non-stop, and Patrick made sure he was well stocked when he sat on his throne. Louis was afraid to stand since he was sure his ass would burst if he even dared to stand. He managed to keep the cum inside the entire day, but once he entered the dining room, he knew he was no longer safe. Fucking Damien decided it would be a good idea to brighten up the dinner by having a private ball. Everyone was dancing merrily while Louis could only watch and waived anyone who asked him to dance off. That was until he noticed Patrick's evil eyes.
"Your highness, c'mon dance! Why don't you want to dance? It's for your son!" Damien asked him.
And that was the opening Patrick needed, "Everyone," he gathered everyone's attention, "The reason why the emperor hasn't danced yet is that he actually wanted to show you something. Something that he learned from the Leinster back in the day."
Patrick couldn't possibly be thinking about that, could he?
"What was it? Is it like that appreciation tradition, cause I'd love some of that! My husband and his friends have been doing it to me a lot lately. And it's quite hot seeing him eating some of his friends' ass." The husband in question, a very handsome blonde mid-aged man, proudly raised his glass while making a V sign.
"Well, it's quite like that. Why don't we let him show it himself." And by `himself', what Patrick meant was violently man-handling Louis, turning the emperor's around and pulling down the trousers. By this point, everyone in the room had seen Louis's ass a couple of times already. "It better be a good fountain, or I'll fucking deprive you of cocks for a month you'd want me to turn you into a fountain at the market."
Patrick had him at the deprive of cocks. Louis lifted his ass a little bit upward and spread his asscheeks open so now everyone could see his reddish ass and his raw pucker. Everyone approached out of curiosity, and once Louis let out the biggest blast of a firehose, everyone was so shocked they couldn't move away in time. The beginning of the blast traveled across the room. When the blast was finally over, the food was all drenched in Patrick's piss and cums.
"What is this..."
"Moreover, how did he do that!?" said the V sign guy, his famous last word.
"Here let me show you." A big hunk Leinster man quickly took the mantle and ripped the guy's expensive pants, carried him on the dining table kneeling head down, shoved a full wine bottle up the guy's butt, and let it fill him while the man's struggling. At first, he was protesting, but once the Leinster guy played around with the bottle, fucking him lightly, the guy began moaning.
After a while, the Leinster pulled out the bottle and told him to push hard. But instead of a hose, what came out was trickling water.
"What a fucking pathetic." Said another noble.
The guy was about to get mad, but he was shut up when the bottle shoved back up his ass. "Let's fucking show him this time." Said the Leinster man, encouraging the guy.
This time, the Leinster man carried the guy on his shoulder like a bazooka as the guy pushed out the wine water like a hose at the rude noble. Not as strong as Louis, but it was strong enough.
Soon the rude noble also returned the favor by using his own ass as the hose, and everyone else soon followed. The wives? They were already gone with their husband's unoccupied friends.
They were only using wine this time, but in time, the courtiers would learn how to properly use piss and cum to create the fountain.
The next day, Louis found that his intuition was right, more people were visiting the court for Isabella as some of the non-Parisian nobles had already arrived at the palace. Isabella was quickly surrounded by a mix of nobles and commoners, which wasn't a good sign. A second after, a fight broke out between the two classes which infuriated Louis especially when a noble unsheathed his sword. Louis quickly punished the noble's family by forcing him to kneel beside Isabella naked and French-kiss visitors' asshole who had greeted Isabella and the new prince, including the commoners. The guy tried to protest, but Louis told him, "To kneel or to the gallows." The noble kneeled beside Isabella.
The commoners who fought with him did not waste the opportunity to take revenge that they otherwise couldn't. They made sure the noble lathered up their stinking dirty assholes or they'd quickly reported to Louis the nobles weren't French-kissing their assholes, only pecking them. Sometimes, even when the nobles had used his tongue, they'd still said he hadn't which prompted the noble to loudly slobber their asses like a pig. Sometimes they even guided the noble's head to their taint and their balls. They did the same treatment for the noble's wife and his two teenage sons.
The fight also resulted in Louis banning Isabella's visitors from, not only bringing a weapon but also bringing clothes altogether. So now, except for the clergy, everyone was naked. It wasn't that much humiliating for the commoners, but it was certainly for the nobles since all of them were waiting at the same section, the petitioners' seats. For the nobles who felt like their dress were a sign of their nobility, they were mortified. They were all stripped bare as they covered their crotches and breasts. More often than not, the wives and girls were catcalled by the commoners who waved their cocks at them, sometimes, they even provoked them by insulting their husbands' smaller dick or offering them to help cover their big breasts. Some of the noble teenagers also glanced a lot at the naked commoners; males and females.
Not every noble were shy, mind you, some of them even enjoyed being nude in front of everyone. One of them was the youngest brother of the King of Moravia and also his favorite, Prince Martin of House Moymir. It wasn't that surprising since the man had nothing to hide. He wasn't only a black-haired adonis, with a stocky face, full and uptight cheeks, and cute dimples, his small black eyes and charming smile were enough to give diabetes to everyone who see it. His body was built like a brick, with huge muscles on all sides, big and firm pecs, protruding nipples, eight packs, inviting treasures trail with short pubic hair, a beautiful 6" circumcised dick, strong thighs and calves, and to top it off, uptight round muscly dimply asscheeks that probably looked as good wrapped around a cock just like his face. Everyone just sorted of made a way for him when he arrived and watched as he devoured Isabella's cunt and asshole, tits, and mouth. Unlike others who showed perverse hunger as they ate Isabella's pussy, Martin showed a finesse in his action, which made him look more like a gourmet tasting his meal, nothing like a pervert. Even as he stood after kissing Isabella's mouth, making a silky spit trail between their mouth which he later spitted into Isabella's cunt, he still looked dignified. What he did, instead of being perceived as an insult, was perceived as an artist making a work of art. When he left and made his way to Louis's throne cutting through the lines of waiting petitioners, both the nobles and the commoners rushed to taste the spit, only for the guards to break them again before another fight ensued.
Although Martin was allowed to wear his clothes after, he opted not to. He knew it'll be much easier for him to achieve his goals naked than dressed. As he bowed, his asscheeks were raised and parted slightly, revealing a dark crack covered in fuzzy hairs which the petitioners leaned in to take the sight of.
"Prince Martin," Louis announced.
"Your excellency."
"I had a pleasure meeting your nephew at my celebratory feast, he and Prince Radek left quite an impression on me," He paused, and with a shift of tone, "I cannot say the same for the rest of your family."
"My apologies, your excellency. We do not wish for our extended family behavior to ruin your feast. We did not expect Bohemia would attend your feast seeing they had been building their relationship with the Western Emperor. If we had known they didn't value their loyalty as much as ours, we'd have prepared our men to restrain themselves and expected them here. Alas, my King gives you his utmost apology for our extended family's behavior. If your excellency wishes, you can give them punishment you see fit. I'll see to it your wish is fulfilled."
The thought of punishing those muscular men by shoving their cocks up Louis's shitter did cross his mind, "Nevermind. I'll ignore the insolence this time, but I hope the Moravians will not forget my generosity and be as loyal to me as they said."
"Thank you, your excellency."
"But you're not here just for pleasantries, aren't you?"
"I am afraid not, your highness."
"Then speak, I am all ears."
"My lord, as you might've known, I am the youngest of my fathers, the fifth child without much to my name. Not that I desire wealth for my craving was more... artistic in nature. I am afraid the Moravians, as eager learners as they are, weren't much of an artistic people nor did they show an interest in it. The Frankish were different. I heard a lot of tales about your people and their artistic endeavor. Their architecture, their fashion, and their literature were envied by even the Eastern Empire and the Papacy. Even their commoners were known to have an artistic taste." Murmurs filled the throne room. Martin's words charmed did not only the nobles whose been stripped naked by giving them some of their dignity back, but also the commoners who had been sidelined since the beginning of civilization. He left an impression on them, and the impression which he could turn into profit. Oh, Martin was well-prepared, he knew the Frankish's court would be crowded and he knew they were proud people, it just so happened what occurred before, the stripping of clothing, helped him win their favor.
"I am listening."
"I am here asking permission to buy a plot of land for me to then build a theatre, so grand it would put the theatres in Greece and Rome to shame. I would direct the performances myself. I want to turn it into our center of literature, showing beautiful acts of written brilliant work, and everyone," He turned to the commoners, "can be part of it," as low-wage workers, of course.
Martin's words, unsurprisingly, incited more murmurs amongst the petitioners which Louis was sure going to be spread in no time. Theatre was indeed a good source of income while also acting as an entertainment facility for both the nobles and the commoners. But it wasn't taxes that Louis saw in them. It was the prospect of having a center of culture in his town to promote and doctrine the people as he wished. There were a couple of theatres already built in Paris, of course, but they weren't successful and certainly weren't built by a prince. Even if the theatre wasn't successful, he could still milk the Moymir for their money. It was an obvious choice for Louis, but of course, Patrick had other things on his mind.
"If I may, your excellency," Patrick said, which Louis allowed with curious eyes, "My lord spoke of the Frankish and their artistic taste, but as far as I know, you had no experience in theatre or making a stageplay. Isn't that correct?"
Martin eyed Patrick curiously. He heard of the new faces within Louis's court, but he didn't expect someone he barely knew, which meant he wasn't of nobility or not an important one, to ask him the question.
"I am sorry, my lord, I am afraid I didn't know who you are, but I can assure you, as a prince, I had studied many forms of literature from across the continent and even beyond. I might not have had my works performed, but that is merely because I was seeking a stage appropriate for my great works, and Francia is that stage. I can assure you my play will entrance the people of Francia and be remembered for ages."
Louis didn't take lightly how Martin passively jabbed him for letting a nobody speak in his court. "The Leinster had earned my trust during my campaign, which more of an impression than what the Moravian did. Something the Moravians definitely could watch and learn from them."
Knowing it wouldn't do him any favor antagonizing Louis further, Martin apologized.
"Ehem, I do not have any doubt of your capability, my lord. But his highness does have quite a restrictive taste. If, say, his highness wishes to see a play about his campaign in Leinster where we pounded the Yorkish's asses, would you be able to stretch your writing to that kind of play? As a prince, I assume you'd have a tight schedule. Too tight for the Leinster's big play."
The double meaning didn't lose on Martin as he was no new player to man-on-man games, and he had to admit, a nobody who somehow find his way on a side of an empire did rock his boat. "You don't have to worry, my lord, assuming that you're a lord, I am capable of stretching no matter how big the Leinster play would be. If that is what you wish, we could have that as an opening play. But I might require extra time for the inspiration to realize his excellency's tale on a stage."
"Don't' worry, I just have a very brilliant idea to draw your inspiration!" Patrick announced while openly grabbing his crotch. Oh, he was so in heat, both from anger and lust, that he didn't care where he was anymore. "Why don't we both continue this talk somewhere private, I can tell you more about his highness's great accomplishment during the campaign?"
"Of course, my lord."
"Ehem," Louis coughed, "Then it is decided, I'll allow the construction of the theatre with the promise you will perform a play decided by Patrick. I want it to be done exactly like how he wants it one so you're going to listen to everything he says or this deal is off."
Martin was about to turn and get his clothes back, but Patrick quickly approached him and ushered him to another section of the palace naked. As they closed the door behind, Patrick shoved his entire middle finger up Martin's teasing ass making the prince moan. Then he suddenly spoke.
"Make sure this cunt's clothes outside be given to the poor as a charity. After all, he's such a prince he wants to show everyone who wasn't one that they're a nobody." Patrick emphasized by forcing more of his knuckles inside Martin's ass.
Until then he hadn't noticed they were two guards, smirking at him, behind them guarding the hallway door. One of them made their way which Martin assumed was to give away his clothes. Luckily, Louis had granted his request to stay at the palace beforehand, so it was not such a big deal. "I guess we're even now." Martin gave Patrick his most charming smile knowing hoping to end the animosity between them, which almost work, almost.
Patrick returned the smile with a condescending smirk as he announced, "I want to piss." And before Martin could reply, Patrick had guided him by the butthole toward the palace's public latrine.
The latrine was what you would expect from a latrine, a bunch of open toilets embedded around the wall. Seeing the latrine had already a couple of people inside, Martin struggled to get away from Patrick, but all Patrick needed to do was nudge Martin's sweet spot and the prince already announced his presence in the latrine with a loud moan, drawing attention to him.
The two Leinsters sitting and shitting on the two toilets quickly took the sight of Martin while smirking like a wolf. Beside them was a naked good-looking Frankish knight standing with moss in his hands. He could also see another handsome naked Frankish knight in the urinal, but instead of putting in his cock, he was leaning his butt inside the urinal. Did the Frankish were so dumb they didn't know the difference between urinals and toilets?
Patrick pushed Martin by his button towards the shitting Leinster while Martin tried his best not to fall over when the pleasure washed over him. Martin could hear the people giggling as they watched his knees buckle while this hunk of a man walked funnily with his toes curling.
"Fucking hell Cian, whatever you eat to grow that fucking hair, it makes your shit smells worse than usual, and usually it could kill a fucking baby," Patrick said pinching his nose with his free hand while addressing Cian's growing blonde hair.
Cian, as Louis had mentioned, was balding. He also kept his body well-shaven except for his pubes so he could show his scar and war tattoos better. He thought it made him look scarier, but when he grew softer towards Louis, he somehow wanted to look good for the man, and Louis implied that he liked a haired man. So he did ask for some potions from the druid which did make his hair grow to make a bang in a few days, though he still shaved the side of his head where his new tattoos mostly were. Not only that, however, his body hair grew as well making him almost as thick as the MacCarthal in the chest, pubic, and asscrack, though his packs, back, asscheek, and balls remained smooth. It did create a good v-shape treasure trail than got extra thin but still visible and made his body look more muscular than it already was. And yes, he did get rid of his beer gut and miraculously replaced it with eight packs. This man basically had glowed up even before glowing up was a thing. He couldn't wait to meet Louis and showed him the new Cian. The dedication surely made Patrick wonder if he needed to step up his game or not, but then again, Cian was hopelessly romantic, even with his current wife, he still sent her letters.
"It's not me, you shithead. It's this fucking bitch's shit!" Cian blamed Shawn who was shitting beside him.
"Nah. If it was him, this room would smell like cum. But it's smelling like a fucking rotten pigpen, so it must be yours."
Cian replied with a loud fart that clearly had a fucking smelly shit with it since everyone had to close their nose while gagging while the culprit laughed.
"Are you going to introduce the bitch or what?" Cian said after everyone had calmed down.
"Oh, right, he is... Who are you again?" Patrick said smirking at Martin.
Despite knowing Patrick only said that because he wanted to get on Martin's nerves, he did get mildly upset. Still, he wouldn't give Patrick the win so he expertly hid his anger with a charming smile as introduced himself to the strangers while ignoring his ass was being fingerfucked and his hard cock was standing on commando ready to shoot.
"I am prince Martin of House Moymir, the youngest brother of the current King of Great Moravia, ahh—" He was stopped when he suddenly felt Patrick withdraw his fingers.
"Also known as my new pisspot," Patric said ramming his hard cock inside Martin's tight cunt.
For the first time, Martin's mask finally fell as he hit the high pitch and moaned when Patrick's hard cock rammed right into his spot. His dignified princely look disappeared and was replaced with an awakened slut face, especially since his mouth seemed stuck in an "O" shape. Martin wasn't new to the cock game, but it had been a while since the last time his ass tasted a cock, his brother's was the last one he tasted and that cock was certainly nothing compared to this, or anyone in his court with only 2" thick. This was also the first time Martin knew the MacCarthal could spew any kind of liquid from their cock no matter whether the cock was soft or hard as he felt warmness spreading around his gut. He didn't know how much Patrick drank that day, but he seemed to piss gallons. He suddenly felt a hand between his cheeks, forcefully turning it to face Cian as the man spat into his open mouth. He also wasn't new to the spit game, thanks to some of their knights, so he swallowed. What was new though, was when Cian dug some of the cheese in his cheese factory, and force it into his mouth. He thought he'd be disgusted, but he was surprised to find himself welcoming to the new experience. This also made him realize how the bleak married life domesticated him and blinded him to the new exciting opportunity that he could have tasted. Well, better late than never. Or so he thought when the excitement ended with Patrick pulling out of him.
"You better keep that inside slut, or I'll turn your drama from portraying the slut emperor into the princely toilet."
Which for Martin didn't sound all that bad, but he did succeed in keeping his opened hole closed thanks to his well-trained muscle.
"Well, usually, we'd tell you to empty your pissful stomach in the urinal like that royal knight over there, but since you seemed to enjoy showing your pretty face so much, why don't you show everyone your pretty pink hole emptying my piss on that toilet there?"
As he looked around, Martin finally realized the latrine had been crowded. Among the new Frankish and Leinster, he also noticed a few familiar faces. His chauffeur and his servant boy, all buffed-up hunks, smirked at him while grabbing their crotches. Martin could feel his face turning crimson red as his servants watched him, undoubtedly having seen how he drank a stranger's spit and even ate his smegma. Too bad he was a pretty self-aware guy, and he was pretty much aware of how hot this action had gotten him. Just look at his red cock that looked like it was about to pop off. So he stood at the middle toilet, giving the best view of his pink hole for everyone in the room as he bent over and spread his cheeks inciting cheers and whistles from his audience. The cheers only got louder as he emptied himself on the bowl below, giving a clear view as the yellowish piss poured down into the bowl while some trickled down his white legs.
"Get down, but don't turn around or stop bending," Patrick said which sent more excitement to Martin's cock.
As he stepped down from the toilet, he made sure he flexed his ass muscle to make his pink hole wink hard while the lips remained open.
"It seems that the prince is parched boys!" Cian shouted.
Martin shuddered when he felt Patrick's cockhead teasing his entrance. He did expect to be in this position, but he didn't expect he would be fucked in front of everyone, in a latrine nonetheless. If his brother knew this, he'd probably disown him. Or he'd want a sloppy second.
"His ass just like his face, pretty, but stink like shit." Patrick said as he made Martin kneel so his face was right above the toilet bowl, "I'll rinse it with my cock so he knows not to insult me, or any man, when he's a fucking cock hound!"
Patrick's thrust literally took Martin's breath away, and as he took another deep breath to feel his lungs, he could only smell remnants of shit from the toilet. It didn't turn him off.
"Yeah, smell familiar isn't it? Smells like your fucking mouth, doesn't it!? Answer me cunt!" He said as he pounded Martin mercilessly while beating the shit out of Martin's ass.
"Yes! Yes! It smelled like my mouth! My shitty mouth! Fuck me!"
"Well, let's add piss to the smell as well," Cian said.
Martin felt a hand grab him and held him in place while facing a cock that second later spraying piss on his face. Cian also moved his face around to make sure he got his piss in every part of his face.
When the stream was over, Cian held his cock in front of Martin as he said, "Clean it, Prince Cunt."
Martin took it in his mouth gladly. When Cian pulled out, a new cock came in front of him. He was a bit hesitant this time, not because he didn't want to suck a stranger's cock, but because the cock wasn't a stranger to him. It was his chauffeur's 6" cock who still smirked at him. He was a slav man with black hair and an unkempt beard. Unlike Martin and the rest of the Moravian families who attended Louis's feast, he wasn't well dressed signifying his stature as a lowborn. He was buffed, but he was clearly not as defined or as muscular as Martin.
They didn't say anything, they just stared at each other as if challenging each other to a battle that would change the things between them. Martin didn't want to lose, but the more Patrick pounded him, the more Martin felt his chauffeur's cock irresistible. Martin finally surrendered as he opened his mouth wide to gulp down the cock, but before he could do that, the cock shot piss straight to his throat which almost made him close his mouth if his chauffeur's hands didn't keep his mouth open first. He let the piss enter his mouth while drinking it like he hadn't drunk any water for weeks. Then, after finished pissing, the chauffeur rolled up his uncut hood, which remains intact since he refused to be cut after his conversion, revealing a thick roll of smegma. Unlike Cian, he didn't dig it or fed it to Martin. No. He wanted Martin to get it straight from the cock like a nasty hungry slut that he was in front of everyone. Which Martin did gladly while smiling and maintaining eye contact with the chauffeur. He even showed the man the cheese he gathered on his tongue before gulping it down. Martin got a few petting on the head before the chauffeur was replaced by his servant.
The boy didn't waste time like the chauffeur, he pushed his head straight into Martin's nostril and smiled evilly as they locked eyes. If the eyes could scream, the boy's eyes would be screaming how much he hated Martin right now as a piss stream started filling Martin's nostril. It wasn't pleasant, no, it was humiliation and torture. The boy held Martin's head in place as he let out a strong stream flooding Martin's nasal cavities. When the boy was finished, Martin was coughing the piss like crazy. The boy pulled Martin by the hair as he slapped his cock on Martin's face.
"My Prince, if you told me you were parched before we arrived, I'd give you your fill. You should've told me you like piss. Don't worry, from now on, I'll make sure my barrel is always full in case you got thirsty again." He said before spitting on Martin's face.
"You've had opened your wife's shit hole?"
Martin shook his head.
"Then I am going to open it up for you. You got a plan for a second son?"
Again, Martin shook his head, "Well, you better make want 'cause I am giving your son a little brother." He said slapping Martin with his cock. "Have you shared your wife?"
"No."
"Well, I am going to share her with my friend when they arrived."
No more words were exchanged after that since Martin's throat was blocked by the boy's cock. He was roughly pounded, being used like a hole by his own servant, until the boy emptied himself down Martin's stomach.
Men began queuing for their turn in the new human toilet all the while Patrick was fucking him. When Patrick was finished, he emptied all of his cum inside Martin and then pissed for the second time. He then pulled Martin by the hair as he whispered to his ear, technically shouting, "I am going to let everyone in this fucking court fuck you, even the peasants who lucky enough to stumble here, so you better-prayed none stray here, cunt. And when I fuck you tomorrow, your ass better is tight and you had all the inspiration you need or you can say goodbye to the fucking theatre. Don't worry, I'll be helping you with the writing while my cock is deep inside you all the time. We're going to be very busy, trust me." With that, Patrick left him to the mercy of the toilet-goers as they run a train on him.
"Wait! You sure about the courtier?" Cian asked.
"I am. You know what. Invite the men here, it's time for us to see how far we can push them."
Luckily for Martin, no peasant got lost in the latrine that day. So the list of cocks that went inside his hole was only made of Leinsters, Frankish Royal Knights, and Louis's courtiers. Considering what had transpired, it wasn't hard for the Leinster to convince the courtiers to fuck a man, especially if the man was a prince. Some of them fucked him excitedly, some of them wanted to try a new thing, and the rest were just following the new trend. There were other who refuses for various reasons, like being afraid of being caught by their wife, getting cold feet, didn't like being sloppy hundreds, or just not interested, but overall, it was a promising prospect for Patrick. There was also a new bond formed between the courtiers as they felt like they were bound as a community by doing a secret forbidden thing which got them so excited and hard as they fuck Martin. They became closer to each other.
By the night, Martin was moved to a much-secluded place, the barrack, where the train continued until morning. The usual night in the barrack would have the Leinster bunking with one of the soldiers as their cock rutted them until morning. Tonight, even the Frankish got the rare chance of fucking which they didn't waste. Sometimes, they would also fuck Martin while their asses got fuck by a Leinster. After fucking Martin, they still had to go to sleep with a Leinster cock deep in their ass.
By the morning, Martin was slick in fresh cum when he was thrown into Louis's study room. Patrick was sitting on a chair while reading a book pantsless. He glanced at Martin, and leaned back, making some room between him and the table, then told Martin to get to work on his hard cock. Patrick's cock slipped easily into Martin's loose cunt, the guys dp-ed him when the dawn came since they knew they didn't have much time left while there were still a lot of hard cocks. Luckily, Patrick's cock was huge and hard enough for Martin's ass to grip it with just enough strength to allow the cock to scratch the inside of Martin's ass. He grabbed a quill and an ink prepared on the table and began writing all the while ignoring Louis who had a glassful of "milk" and a book in hand, thinking to get some wholesome moment with Patrick.
Louis looked at Patrick demanding an explanation, while Patrick just shrugged. "Don't worry, his cunt is loose aren't like yours, elastic. Remind me not to leave you in the barracks again sometime soon." He addressed Martin who was lost in his thought, "Our arrangement suddenly feels less appealing now. I much rather spend it with you." Patrick said winking at Louis but did nothing to stop Martin nor he did do anything to invite Louis to join them.
Louis was visibly upset. How come Patrick arranged a gangbang for the man he barely knew and insulted him, and not him!? His fucking bitch!? Need Louis to remind him he was his emperor as well? Louis downed his tasty "milk" in a fit as he stomped his way out.
"What's wrong? Babe, that's a compliment!" But Louis had already slammed the door.
"Don't worry, I won't ever leave you," Martin said sweetly, or so Patrick thought, but the man was too engrossed in his writing and the tone in his sentence was soulless even as he impaled himself on Patrick's cock.
Martin would find himself being slammed from morning to night while writing the new script for his new play. When he wouldn't have Patrick's cock to inspire him for a long time, he'd have his servants take him camping near the woods where they would fuck him senseless while he write. If Patrick were only busy for a day, Martin would have more cocks to choose from his servants to the Royal Army. When Martin was busy, the servant boy used this opportunity to fulfill his promise to Martin. He accompanied Martin's wife everywhere, cheering her up while flirting with her, and despite having a noble upbringing, it didn't stop her cunt from getting wet. It didn't take a week before the servant boy opened her asshole, and once the rest of Martin's workers arrive, the boy shared her asshole with them, strictly forbidding them from her vagina, including the chauffeur. But since he's only a servant boy, nobody listened to him. The servant boy also helped Martin by educating his preteen son. It took quite a while for the servant to convince Martin's boy, but once he was his father sucking the servant's cock and impaling himself on the cock, the boy was willing to give his virginity to the servant. They've become quite well acquainted as time went by.
But back to the study room.
"You aren't going to do anything about that?" Cian said opening the door and leaning by the entrance just after Louis left.
"I don't even know what the fuck is wrong with that cunt."
"Heh, if I have to guess, he's probably jealous he hasn't got a train on his ass, yet you gave the new bitch his dream."
"Now that you mention it, that does make sense. He hasn't been fucked since yesterday as well. I checked."
"No wonder he's prissy today. Well, my guy. Since you are busy taking care of that loose cunt, why don't I help you fill in for the pretty cunt?"
"Sure, and make sure you give it to him good so he won't be a damn cunt to me."
Cian snickered, "Don't worry, buddy, I am going to fuck him so good he's going to leave your ass down in the gutter and choose me as his new stud."
"Dream on, you ugly fuck!" He said, but Cian had also slammed the door.
There was no way Louis would ever dump him for the ugly Cian, but then again, Cian had a pretty wife. So if he didn't step up his game, Cian might truly steal Louis from him, humiliating him in the process which pumped more blood into Patrick's cock. All of these happened because of the fucking loose cunt, Martin. Patrick grabbed Martin by the waist and impaled the muscular man on his cock. If he's going to be stuck with this prick, might as well enjoy it.
And that's it for the chapter, it's quite short, I know. And I also know some of you expected we'll go to see the Holy See in this chapter but it might be a while before that because I decided to have some relaxing chapters that won't be plot heavy too, you know, explore the eroticism a little bit more. The next chapter will also be a fun chapter, hopefully, and then Louis will go to his hearing/trial.
Also, some of you might notice the new list of characters that I've added and I hope I describe them well enough. Description is never my strong point, but I hope I did well. The reason why I am doing it so late was because I much rather people freely imagine my characters than be very strict about it, but at the same time, I also often forget who is who and how do they look like, so I do realize I myself need a character description lol.
Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter.