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The Prince stormed into his study, the heavy wooden doors thudding loudly against the stone wall. He swept across the room and grasped a bottle of wine, a pewter goblet, his pipe, and threw himself into his chair. He was frustrated, irritated, annoyed, and mad. And whenever he felt frustrated etc, a goblet of wine and a steadying, pensive smoke was his fall back remedy.
"Fools!" he said aloud, though to no one in particular.
For a day and a night he had been arguing with his advisors and generals about the alarming number of predator creatures that had been springing up all around the kingdom of late. Families were being torn apart as brothers, sons, and fathers were disappearing left and right. Ogres, Sneksen, Gierbats, and even dragons were roaming about the country side, killing women, eating children, and taking boys and men to places unknown.
"Cowards..." he grumbled to himself.
It was perfectly obvious that this was no freak occurrence. This was clearly planned. It was too sudden, too wide-spread... a chaos too perfect.
This was a war, and the first strike had been made by a silent foe. The enemy. The creature.
He knew that It was behind these events. And he knew his generals knew it too. He knew his advisors felt it, deep down. But they were too cowardly to act. They were too foolish to see that doing nothing meant their own destruction. They were cowardly fools, and that was all there was to it.
Lempo, his page boy, had been watching him silently from a corner. He had seen him enter, and felt it was wiser to let him calm down before he approached him. He loved his master deeply. He had been his servant for 3 years now, and cherished every moment of it. He was 13, his voice just starting to crack. The young Prince was 19, though he looked more like 16. The Prince's Father had been killed recently by Sneksen. Lempo's Father was mortally wounded, defending the King. They had only just defeated a dragon of immense size, and both were burned and wearied when they were overwhelmed by the pack of vicious snake men. It had been a week, and yet the young Prince refused to accept the crown for at least another month out of respect. The Prince rubbed his eyes and sighed, taking a deep drink from his goblet. Lempo ventured a step toward him.
The Prince looked up to him, and smiled slightly. "Lempo... love"
Lempo blushed, and looked concerned. "Nalian... You worry so much..."
Prince Nalian sighed heavily, and replied, "I have much to worry about."
Lempo took a step closer. "Nalian, you need to sleep... How about a hot bath and some oil for your back? I know you've been hunched over papers all day, arguing with those people... You should be calm for a while."
The Prince looked at Lempo. He loved him, truly. The boy was beautiful, to be sure. He had a shining mop of golden blond hair, adorning the most adorable, kindest, sweetest face a boy could have. His eyes were deep blue, and seemed to shine with love. His smile... it could melt his heart instantly. Lempo had a heart that was bursting with affection for him, and he could not help but become enthralled with the boy.
"Lempo, I really must think... I have work..."
Lempo leaned in and kissed him.. ever so gently...
Nalian felt his heart flutter, and his voice faded into a satisfied breath. As he gazed into his eyes, he felt himself falling into their beautiful blue depths, and loving it. "Oh very well, if you insist..."
"I do, My Lord."
Lempo pulled Nalian out of his chair toward his chamber. He locked the door behind him, and began to fill an enormous bath with hot water. In between buckets, he would add a bit of a creamy white liquid from a flask. It filled the bath with bubbles, and smelled of mild flowers and butter.
All the while, the Prince watched the beautiful boy work. The steam made his white shirt stick to his body, his little nipples showing through the thin material. His hair stuck to his forehead, giving him the cutest look. He slowly began to take off his robes. Lempo finished drawing the bath just as the prince finished unlacing his shirt. He rushed over to help him pull it off. He enjoyed doing this, because he was able to smell his scent, and see his nipples up close. He would always let his hand brush his stomach and breasts as he took it off. He then aided him untying his pants, and loosening them, he slowly let them fall to the floor. As he did so, he ran his hands over the princes bubble bum, and took in the intoxicating scent of his hot manhood. He was face to face with his cock, only half hard, and his huge ball sack.
He licked his tongue just once over the tip of his penis, tasting a single drop of his precum. He then guided the Prince into the bath.
The Prince shuddered in pleasure at the sweet tongue of Lempo giving his penis that little taste. The Prince felt the water rising up his leg, then the other, up his thigh, and finally... the sensation of warm water encompassing his cock and balls... the water had a slightly oily feel to it from the creamy white liquid. He felt it warm his asshole... up his back and stomach, up to his chest, finally his hairless armpits, and then, all the way in.
When he arose to the surface, he whipped his brown hair back over his head. He looked up at Lempo. "Lempo, you must take off that shirt, you're sweating."
Lempo smiled sheepishly, and peeled the material from his frame. His upper body naked, warm, and beaded with sweat and steam. Nalian looked up at him, adoring him.
Lempo looked into his eyes longingly.
Nalian reached up and began pulling down Lempo's pants. Lempo helped him untie the string, and let the Prince peel the velvet material to the floor. He stood above him, completely limp. A small penis, with rather good sized ball sack.
The Prince extended a soapy warm wet arm and hand and rubbed his leg. His hand roamed around to feel his ass. He rose his body from the water, so that his face was level with Lempo's boy penis. Looking into his eyes, he licked the underside of his balls.
Lempo looked down, cocking his head to the side in pleasure, his mouth opening with a slight smile... a look of pure bliss spreading across his face.
Nalian then sucked his entire sack with both balls into his mouth, rolling each testacle around with his tongue, sucking gently on the whole thing.
"Mmh!" gasped Lempo, his voice high-pitched. His body swayed and he placed his hands on Nalian's head, steadying himself.
Nalian's finger, soaped up, then began to rub in little circles around Lempo's ass hole. It slowly began to wriggle around at the surface, making Lempo's breath catch in his throat, high pitched "ah!"'s softly sounding above him. His finger finally slipped into his little boy hole, and wriggle around inside him. His balls were still being tongue rolled and sack sucked by Nalian's hot saliva filled mouth.
His growing penis rested on Nalian's right eyelid.
Nalian began to suck his sack down toward him. Lempo let his body be guided downward. He slipped his feet and legs into the hot water, Nalian's finger never leaving his hole, and his sack still in his mouth. He now sat on Nalian's finger, wriggling onto it, clenching his ass around him.
Nalian finally gave a good tongue roll, and with a goodbye suck, let Lempo's testicle sack slip out of his mouth with a slight pop. They flopped down onto the skin between his hole, saliva dripping and oozing off them.
Now Nalian sucked/licked into his mouth Lempo's penis, like a thick noodle. He rolled his tongue around his head, and then in circles down his neck, reaching the bottom, then back up again. Lempo simply looked down in bliss at his love giving him such immense pleasure, and breathed. His stomach expanding and falling quickly.
Nalian's tongue suddenly flicked up his body to his nipples, sucking on them and nibbling them gently. He then prodded his neck and face with his nose, until they both locked lips, their tongues thrashing wildly about in their mouths, arms wrapped about each other, Nalian's finger wriggling around inside Lempo.
Finally Lempo sipped into the water with him, and pushed Nalian out. He now sat on the edge, like Lempo had done. He took in his fully erect cock, deepthroating it, with one swift motion. He swallowed his dick into that sweet little mouth. His lips locked around the base of his shaft, as his tongue rubbed his penis diligently inside his mouth. Pulling off him, he sucked each testicle into his mouth, sucking on each one individually, rolling it around his tongue. Finally, he licked downward, and his tongue found its way to his asshole. He licked into his boy pussy, tasting his musky boy dick flavor.
Coming back out, he face fucked the Prince's proud cock, deepthroating him completely, taking him in all the way, his golden hair bouncing about his face. His big blue eyes looked up lovingly at Nalian.
They floated in a mass of tangled flesh to a shallow part of the bath, and their two bodies, (now with slick darkened skin from the hot water) slipped over each other, into a passionate 69. Their bodies arched and curved into each other, sucking each other's dick as deeply and hotly as possible. Their fingers probed each other's asses, like mini tongues wriggling around inside each other.
Finally, Lempo let out a high pitched sound, like a breathless, blissfull grunt, and his dick began twitching in Nalian's mouth. His cum poured into his mouth, sweet tasting, and plentiful. It was so hot.
Nalian finally began to cum inside Lempo's mouth. His balls pressed against Lempo's eyelids, and he started spurting his hot load of cum for him to taste. His hot dick twitched and jerked about, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum into his mouth, and all over their bodies. They slipped over each other in the water, cum lubing them.
"I love you, Lempo."
"I love you, Nalian."
Spurt... spurt. Cum... cum... spurt... spurt.... Cum... hot.. sweet... juicy.... Cum... cum... spurt...
When Prince Nalian awoke, he was lying on the floor, atop a Princely pile of silk cushions and sheets, completely naked. Lempo was kneeling over him, gently, sensually rubbing oils into Nalian's skin.
He flickered his eyes, and when he reached full consciousness, he realized he passed out while cumming. It was so intense.
Lempo's small, gentle fingers worked the oil into him, rubbing it into his fair, smooth skin. Lempo was naked except for a small silk cloth tied loosely around his waist, barely covering past his small yet intense crotch.
Nalian sighed, enjoying the full body massage. He loved the way Lempo would rub his nipples with those oil slicked fingers, occasionally giving them a gentle pinch. He rubbed the oil into his hairless armpits, down his arms, even into his hands.
Back to his body. Lempo rubbed more and more oil into Nalian's stomach, finally skipping over his penis and testicles. He started again from his feet. He first picked up the Prince's foot and placing the bottom of it over his chest for leverage, began rubbing his feet. This was a wonderful experience, working out the soreness, although sometimes, (depending on Lempo's mood) ticklish. Today, he tickled only a little, for it was obvious his efforts were meant to soothe his troubled Prince.
His skilled hands moved up his ankle, to his calves. Then his thighs.. inner thighs... There, he stopped to apply a huge glob of oil to his hands, and then went to work on the Prince's cock and balls. He let the main glop of oil hit the tip of his now growing penis, and let it drip down his shaft. He then worked it into his head, running a finger between the foreskin and the head, and into his shaft. He then gently worked it into his huge balls. His very warm nut sack hung down loosely, showing off his throbbing testicles. He would pick up one in both hands, and ever so gently, applying just the right amount of pressure to be pleasurable and not painful, roll it around between his palms.
Nalian let his head fall back in pleasure, closing his long lashed eyes.
Lempo finally spoke up, noticing the Prince's now throbbing, hard cock slicked and covered in a thick layer of honey smelling oil. "My Prince,.... Would it please you to slip into my hole?" The look of intense desire was evident on Lempo's face, and the Prince gratefully obliged. Lempo immediately removed his loin cloth with a tug, flinging it aside, and rolled onto his back. He lifted up his legs to his shoulders, proudly presenting a puckering little warm hole, quivering with excitement. The curious thing with Lempo was that he could cum out of his asshole, just as well as his dick. Whenever he grew horny, he would start to precum in his ass, which was always perfectly clean. And, after just leaving the bath, his asshole was not only clean, but smelled like good soapy boy. Nalian couldn't resist tasting his hole. He leaned over Lempo's crotch, and after a quick lick about his testicles, ran his tongue down the patch of skin between his ball sack and bum hole. Finally, his tongue began running circles around the sphincter, growing faster and faster, until it at last licked into his hole. It seemed to grow inside him, wriggling about, this way and that, sending intense waves of pleasure coursing throughout Lempo's body. He wrapped his slender legs around Nalian's neck and down his back, the flats of his feet pulling his body closer.
Small, high pitched, "Ah!'s and a-ah!'s" eminated from Lempo as he enjoyed the bliss of Nalian's tongue inside his hole.
This lasted for five minutes straight, until at last Nalian knelt back up. Taking up the bottle of oil, he poured an even bigger glob directly into Lempo's waiting pink boy pussy, and working it into and around his hole with his fingers. The rest he began rubbing into Lempo's testicles and penis, as well as a little on his nipples and armpits. Lempo wrapped his legs around Nalian's neck.
Nalian placed his dick head against the small, hot, oil dripping, cum oozing boy hole of Lempo, and pressed. He easily slipped into him with a slight "plop" sound. He leaned into him, his cock sliding against the walls of Lempo's inside, sliding deeper and deeper...
Lempo could have cum the instant he felt his head enter into him. The feeling of his hole stretching to take in his lover was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he restrained himself. He simply exhaled a great boyish, "h-h-HOoooh!"
When he felt Nalian's balls against his body, their heat and weight pressing onto him, he clenched his ass muscles around Nalian's cock.
Nalian opened his mouth in sudden pleasure. He began to slide in and out of him, exiting completely, then coming back in for a squashy sounding, plopping entrance back into his lover. Each time he would feel little resistance on the way in, but the instant his ball sack slapped against Lempo's ass, he would feel him clench around his cock.
Lempo loved the feeling of being entered more than being filled. So that is how they fucked each other. Hard, Long, strong sex strokes with a dick into his boy pussy.
Their pace quickened, and soon they were fucking each other almost violently. They each moved to meat each other in perfect rhythm, their bodies intertwined, Lempo's legs wrapped around Nalian, one aorund his neck, the other under his armpit, giving his body at a slight angle for deeper penetration with each fuck thrust. Finally, They came.
Nalian's cock erupted a stream of scalding hot cum into Lempo's pussy, filling him, in fact, over flowing from him. His own cum, mixed with Lempo's boy pussy cum, leaked out around his dick with each spurt and twitch of his own cock.
Their lust satiated, Nalian eased himself out of Lempo, his limp cock making a sexy little squelch as it slipped out of his hole. Covered in a thick layer of cum, it drooled still onto the boys ass. Nalian drifted back into the water, resting his arms on the edge of the pool, letting the churning hot water cleanse his cock and balls.
Lempo slipped back into the water, and wrapped his legs around one of Nalian's, hugging him, and resting his head on his breast.
When he awoke, he was in his four poster bead. Somehow, he'd managed to dry off, slip a night robe on, and walk back to his room. He felt like he'd been asleep for only a few hours, however, and when he looked through the high window, he saw the starry sky.
He couldn't remember what had awoken him until he heard it again. A high-pitched, strangled scream, coming from the hall outside his bath chamber, one room over. He had exceptional hearing, and the stone walls echoed the sound easily into his ears.
He sprung from his bed, on his feet at once, his long red night robes slightly twisted from sleep, but otherwise covering him as much as any normal robe. His sword was in his hand without him thinking to reach for it, and as he took his first step away from his bed toward the door, he heard a terrible, impossible sound.
The sudden soft whistle of an arrow, as it soared through the two-inch slit window and landed with an ominous thud in his bed, precisely where he had been sleeping the moment before. Rushing forward toward the scream, he kicked open the doors to the bath chamber. Empty, the torches extinguished. He dashed across the room to the double doors that lead to the hallway, his robes sweeping out behind him like a king's cape, his royal sword glimmering palely in the moonlight streaming in from the windows.
He smashed through the doors, to behold a horrible sight.
Lempo was lying still on the cold stone floor, a puddle of blood spreading around him, his body hacked to shreds. He heard a rustle behind him.
Whirling around, he cut off the hand that meant to knife him, and then the head of his would be assassin in two fell swipes of his sword.
The knife in the severed hand was bloody. He had been the one who murdered Lempo. Grief sought him, but rage found him first. He started down the hall. A man dressed in black turned the corner at the end of the passageway, facing him. He raised a readied bow, and fired. Nalian thought he was dead, but the window between the two let in a slice of light, which showed on the tip of the arrow as it soared quickly toward him.
Nalian raised his sword, and hacked the arrow out of the air before it struck him in the heart. Then, he charged, a gutteral roar building in him as he went, his sword swinging around his side, then over his head, and finally into the skull of the archer.
As he plowed into his kill, he was suddenly visible to the next hallway. He saw the arrow once again as it whistled toward him. He spun, wrenching his sword to the side, which was still embedded in the skull of the assassin, and wrenched the twitching body between him and the arrow. The thump told him he was successful, and with a squelch, he ripped his sword from the face of his kill, and charged down this new threat. The other dropped his bow and arrow and unsheathed his sword, taking a step back, but preparing himself with discipline.
They met with steel, clashing fiercely in the quiet hall. He forced him back, and finally parried and blocked, goading him into swinging at him. He met his blade, and guided it into the wood of a door. It stuck, and his fingers were promptly severed by Nalian's keen blade. Staggering back, tripping, he let out a few yelps of pain. Nalian grabbed him, and thrust him against the wall, his sword tip at his eye.
He whispered to him dangerously, "How many more, and where?"
A few desperate, informative, blubbering words later, and Nalian's sword pierced the soft flesh of his eye, running through his brains to the back of his skull.
Three assassins were left. Two were waiting on opposite sides of the main entrance, in hidden perches, with poisoned arrows. Nalian knew the way to get to both of them, but he would only be able to sneak up on one. He dashed down the halls, down the stairs, and up another flight of stairs, that lead to a mostly empty hall. He slipped behind a tapestry, and a hidden passageway revealed itself. Silently he crept down the cramped space, and within minutes, reached his goal. The assassin held a readied arrow, and he faced downward, overlooking the main entrance hall. He was perched awkwardly, leaning forward to give him a better view of the room. Nalian silently crept behind him, and kicked him in the ass, sending him screaming over the edge, falling to his death. As soon as he kicked him, he had retreated back to the side of the perch, and sure enough, in the dark, he saw and heard the clang of the arrow on the wall from the opposite perch. He ran quickly to the exit, and managed to reach it before the other assassins. He made his way to the entrance hall. He knew the other assassin would leave his perch after seeing its vulnerability. He knew they would wait to face him off at the entrance. He was right.
Only there were 4 of them left. One with the poisoned arrows, two with swords and another with a dagger.
He slowly approached them, holding his sword out in front of him, regally. The archer fired his arrow. This he dodged, ducking and rolling toward them.
He rose before them, and the man with the dagger was the first to die. He cut him across the chest with a wide sweep of his blade. The next was a swordsman, though he received an arrow in the back by the archer, as Nalian had cunningly side-stepped at the right moment, prompting the faulty shot. He then ran his sword through the heart of the archer, and then there was only one. This last one had stepped back from the original fray, watching, as if amused. Now he stepped forward, holding his sword before his face, ready for a straight-forward duel. Prince Nalian savored the moment, and let him attack first.
The last assassin was skilled. However, as Nalian parried and attacked, he goaded him into over-extending his thrust, and then the fight was over. Nalian cut the fingers holding the sword, and knocked it out of his grasp. He pressed his sword tip to the assassin's throat, backing him against the wall, and screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth, his heart beating like a massive drum in his chest, pounding, rushing blood through his body, "WHO HIRED YOU AND WHY?!"
He simply laughed behind his hood. Nalian ripped it off with his sword, cutting his face at the same time. He stared stunned at the face of one of his advisors.
"You should have seen this coming." he said matter-of-factly. "We told you to take the crown. And it doesn't matter what you do to me. You're still a dead man. Just like your little boy fuck-slave."
He slit his throat, and watched as he choked and gurgled on his own blood.
Realizing that his men had turned against him, he had no choice but to flee.
He would seek out his answers over time, and exact his revenge. But it would take time. He couldn't hope to have his vengeance if he got himself killed.
He flew back to his chamber, changed into some plain brown robes, and tied a pouch of gold around his neck, and retrieved the sheath for his sword, strapping it around his waist, concealing it within his robes. Pulling on a pair of boots, he left without a second glance.
He stopped in the hall, as the power of rage passed through him, and grief began clawing at him. He stared at the lifeless, mangled form of Lempo's body. He could have stayed. He could have knelt by his side, wept, and hugged Lempo one last time. But no. In a clarity of mind induced by purest rage, he left his castle. The longer he stayed, the better chance he had of being killed.
He left through a secret door that lead into the forest, and from there, he made his way through the dark wood.
Somewhere between those trees, grief finally found him.
He knelt at the roots of a great oak tree, and the tears fell from his face.
He swayed, clutching his head, silently crying fiercely. Lempo had been pointlessly, evilly murdered. He would make all those involved in his death pay. Oh so very dearly.
The night was cold, and it seemed to seep into his heart like a dampness through cloth. He had no room in his mind for thoughts other than sorrow; sorrow for his loss of the innocent life of Lempo.
Slowly, reluctantly, he fell into a fitful sleep.
When he awoke, it was to the high-pitched songs of the small white birds that flew overhead. He blinked, the sunlight harsh on his bloodshot eyes. He gingerly rolled over onto his stomach, feeling extraordinarily stiff from sleeping among the roots, and rose to all fours. He eventually managed to rise to his feet, and immediately performed every stretch he knew. When he was finished, he finally felt functional, and began picking up his things. He could hear a brook nearby, but refrained from washing himself. He had a plan, and it would be best not to make his true identity known, thus being a bit dirty would be preferable. He would walk through the wood to the ferry on White River, and take it as far North as it would go. Then, Nalian would need to travel through the mountains to the Hall of Valhattat, and seek the wisdom and allegiance of the Chieftain of the Nords. Only then could he hope to retake his throne, and at the same time protect his people.
So he started out. He could tell by the position of the sun which way was east (to the ferry docks), and that it was almost noon. He'd slept far later than he had in a long time. The last time he'd slept till noon he'd been spooned behind Lempo....
He shook the thought out of his head. He could not allow himself to dwell on his own sorrow. He had vengeance to seek, and plans to be formulated. As he walked between the great trees, he tried to think of his plan, but couldn't seem to plug down the details. He simply made his way east, as if sleepwalking, without thinking.
He didn't stop to rest or eat, but he did stop once to hide as he heard someone approaching along the path. It came in the opposite direction from where he was headed. Stepping off the trail, hiding beside a tree and a large fern, he crouched absolutely still, and watched as a brown horse came trotting along. Both horse and rider looked exhausted, as though both had been riding throughout the night. The rider wore a tight-fitting black robe, and a quiver of arrows hung over his back. A hood was drawn back, and the weary eyes swept the landscape along the trail, searching. Nalian had no doubt it was an assassin, who somehow must have past him in the night while he slept, and was doubling back. He considered throwing his knife into the killer's neck, and taking his horse, but the horse was spent to begin with, and he didn't want to make it too obvious where he was headed.
So he waited for over an hour after the rider passed him by, and then continued on his way. A large, fiery orange-red sun was setting slowly as he finally reached the docks, and here he forced himself to be most cautious. They would be expecting him. Still well within the cover of the tree line before the shore, he unsheathed his sword and checked his reflection in the steel. He looked dirty, and his robes were intentionally plain. His eyes were still bloodshot, and he had dirt on his nose. "Good..." he thought. "Now to complete the image..." And with that, he snuck down the hill that led to the merchants, and swiped a bottle of rum from a cart. He took a mouthful, swished it around in his mouth, and messily spit it out, taking care to let some of it spill on his cloak. Then, he took a handful of grass, and chewed it, letting bits of it stick to his teeth. With a furtive look around, he checked his reflection in a dagger this time, and suppressing a smiled toothily back at himself. "Perfect..." he thought.
With faulting steps, holding his bottle of rum proudly, he staggered down the dock towards the tall ship. They normally used a more simple ferry, and reserved this one for once a month longer voyages, but the ferry had sunk three days before, so they were using their prime vessel for the interim. Breathing his fouled breath into the face of the dockman, smiling his greened teeth at him, he presented a single piece of silver. This was far below the price for a ticket, which he well knew, but tried to haggle anyway. Feeling like he had put on a convincing enough show, he coughed up coins he'd purposefully left in different pockets, and grudgingly handed them over. His precautions were well worth his efforts, he knew, because standing right next to the dockman was a tired, surly looking man dressed in a black robe. However, after taking one whiff of the Princes breath, he made a face, and turned away, nonplussed.
Taking his small wooden token, he boarded the vessel without detection.
Then, as he was walking across the deck to the entrance to the ship's belly, he saw a striking sight.
A boy, no more than 14, with smooth, tan skin was climbing a rope ladder above where Nalian stood. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes following the progress of the boy as he climbed. His shirt was open in the front, exposing a smooth chest, and his skinny arms and legs stretched as he moved up the ropes. However, his gaze was truly transfixed on the boys penis and testicles, which dangled between his spread legs, and was completely visible underneath his tunic-like shorts.
As his head moved up, his hood fell back, exposing his face completely.
He recovered as quickly and calmly as possible, immediately bowing his head down to resume his steps, but as he did moved into the safety of the darkness below deck, he distinctly heard a sudden, slight intake of breath from the man by the side of the boat dressed in black.
That night, he knew the attack would come. He dumped the bottle of rum, cleaned his teeth, and cleaned himself thoroughly. He figured since his cover was blown, no sense keeping up pretenses.
However, it didn't mean he was giving up. He had a plan.
But his plan would have to wait until they were well under way. Until then, he believed he was relatively safe. Any good assassin would wait until everyone was asleep.
That night, he sat and enjoyed a pipe smoke in the main lounge of the massive ship. He opened his shirt, cooling off a bit in the warmth of the night, and rested his feet on a stool. Then he saw the boy again.
He came in behind a group of the crewmen who had just finished their shifts, and were intent on enjoying a bit of brandy before retiring. The boy followed behind them, and when they went to the bar, he simply walked tiredly to a corner, and sat down, exhausted. The boy looked longingly at some of the passengers who were drinking wine and eating chicken. He looked downcast, but still said, "Thank you..." in a soft voice as the cook brought out a lump of stale-looking bread and a tiny cup of water for him.
Nalian stared at the boy. His intensely blue eyes were almost glowing. He was intensely beautiful, and he felt absolutely terrible for the boys hunger. He went to a nearby table, and offered a coin for a leg of chicken from someone else's plate. (He didn't trust ordering food himself) At another table, he bought someone's glass of wine. Then, he walked right up to the boy's table.
"Hullo. I'm Na-.. er... Corin. You looked hungry, and I wouldn't suggest eating that bread. Here." He handed the stunned boy the juicy chicken leg and he goblet of wine. The boy looked at them, lost for words, and then ate furiously. Halfway through his third mouthful of chicken, the boy turned red, and mumbled a very sincere, "Anku!". Nalian smiled. For the first time in what seemed like forever, his heart felt a slight sensation of warmth at helping this boy.
Nalian sat down, trying not to stare too bluntly at the beautiful boy. When he'd finished, and gulped down the wine like a hard drinker, he said again, "Thank you, very much sir! I'm Sasha, the cabin-boy on this ship. If there's anything you need on this trip, just let me know, I'll be glad to repay you."
"You don't need to "repay" me, Sasha. I just saw you and thought you looked hungry. Least I can do. Tell me, have you been a cabin-boy long?"
"No, sir. I only just started today. I helped my father on his ferry, but it was very different from a sailing ship, sir. I've already made a lot of mistakes, and the crew don't like me because I'm too small to do any heavy lifting. But I'm actually strong for my size, even though I know I don't look it. I'm too skinny, they say. But I can move fast, and tie any knot they want."
"Where's your Father? Does he know they're feeding you stale bread?"
The boy looked down. "My father drowned on he ferry the other day. I was one of the few who managed to swim to shore, and the dockmaster gave me this job."
Nalian felt terrible for the boy.
"I'm so sorry, Sasha. I lost my Father not that long ago too."
The boy looked up with his big, blue eyes, and a look of friendship stole over his face.
"You just take care of yourself. Don't let these guys push you around. And don't let them tease you because you're skinny. You're beautiful, just the way you are. I think you look great skinny."
Sasha blushed, but he grinned despite himself.
That night, Nalian waited for the assassins to come to him. Then, just as they entered into his cabin, he barged out, careful not to cut them yet. He led them onto the deck, and there he managed to push, kick, punch, and throw all 3 of them over the side without spilling any blood on the ship.
He returned to his cabin, a feeling of safety steeling over him finally. As he opened the door, however, there was someone in his bed.
Sasha was lying on his bed, without his shirt, bare legs spread out, and his short loincloth riding up very high. He was eyeing him with those big, blue shimmering eyes, and his thin stomach and chest rose and fell with every deep breath.
Then, in his soft voice, he said, "I saw you when you first came onto the ship. I know who you are. You're the Prince, Nalian. I wont tell anyone, I swear. But... I do have to confess,... I spread my legs on the rope on purpose..." his voice trailed off nervously, as his eyes looked longingly over Nalian's body.
Nalian closed the door, and let hid robes fall to the floor. His body looked 16 years old, though he was 18, and he walked closer to the bed, naked.
"Thank you, Sasha. I liked the view." He grinned, eyeing his smooth legs.
Sasha leaned up, and pulled the loincloth up his body, exposing his small penis, and low hanging ball sack. His little but curved firmly, youthfully, as his hole puckered anxiously.
Nalian leaned down, and ran a hand up his leg. It felt like warm butter, perfectly smooth and without a single hair, and Nalian had to taste him. Kneeling, he guided Sasha's legs to face him at an angle. Then, he spread them apart, with his head between them. Nalian put his lips to Sasha's inner thigh, and breathed in deeply, smelling a special, ripe, salty scent, partly from the sea, partly due to Sasha's habit of cumming down his leg. Nalian seemed to kiss his leg, opening his lips and flicking out his tongue, gently at first, then making fast, hot, wet circles on his skin. Sasha squirmed with pleasure, making a high-pitched "a-awe..." sound. Nalian's hand palmed up his body, skipping over his genitals, up his hairless, smooth stomach and chest, feeling his breath, and the beat of his heart through his thin frame. Sasha placed his hand over his, running his fingers down his arm, over his shoulder, up his neck, and through his soft hair. Nalian's eyes swam up his leg, and stopped fast on Sasha's balls.
They were perfect. They hung down low, the sack entirely soft, shining, even. No hair grew there, and each ball was large, filled with Sasha's thick cum. They swung loosely, rolling around erotically with each breath or movement. His small penis was limp, though it drooled precum down between each testicle. It seemed to flex here and there, as if cum were surging through it. It was a reddish gold color, and seemed to glow with an inner radiant heat. Indeed, as Nalian felt his face drawn closer to it, he felt it's intense heat upon his face.
Finally, as he ran out of thigh, he opened his mouth, and rolled Sasha's left testicle with his tongue. He pressed his lips gently around it, concentrating on pleasuring this one cum sack. He closed his eyes, inhaling his sexy cock scent deeply, tilting his head as he passionately slid his tongue around all over his ball.
Sasha looked down, opening his mouth, exhaling a breath of pleasure.
Nalian let his left ball slip out his mouth like a mini-plumb, and his tongue made a detour on his way to the right testicle; it fell down, licking around his boy cunt. It tasted like cum, because it oozed cum. Sasha's ass was lubricated with cum, like a pussy, completely naturally. Then, licking his way up the shiny, smooth skin, he lingered on the other ball. He sucked him for at least five minutes straight, completely content.
The feel of that warm testicle, sliding around his tongue, in his mouth, was incredible.
Sasha squirmed, his body twisting under his hot mouth. He finally managed to whisper, "Fuck me, Prince Nalian. Fill me with your cock... Put it in me... please..." He raised his legs, spreading them apart, his ass spread toward him, waiting, the little pink hole oozing a bit of cum.
Nalian placed the head of his cock on it's slippery surface, and the heat nearly sent him over the edge. Then, he leaned forward, and it slipped into him with a slight plop, sliding inside the hottest, wettest hole he'd ever felt.
He fucked him, grabbing Sasha's legs, as he plowed his meat into his waiting ass, Sasha's body shaking with each impact. Within minutes of their wild fucking, Sasha began to cum. His hot load squirted up Nalian's abs and chest, some even up to his neck, and a few globs made their way into his open mouth. As Sasha's erupting cock softened, yet continued to cum, on his own abs, chest, and neck. It dribbled down the sides of his tanned upper body, down the sides of his nipples.
As Sasha twitched with each orgasmic spurt of his cock, his ass clenched, hugging Nalian's fucking cock. It was soon too much for Nalian to take, and he squirted his massive load into his new lover's quivering, firm, young boy ass.
Still inside of him, still squirting cum into him, Nalian hugged Sasha, kissed him on his big, soft lips, and the two promptly fell asleep.
It was like being born again. When Nalian awoke the next morning, he felt different. More positive, somehow. He felt he could handle anything.
And he would need his newfound energy soon...
***That's all for now. Hope you enjoyed. Any comments please e-mail at ThePhantom69@hotmail.com Bye!