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.
Waking up by being slapped in the face by man balls while the cock ravaged his mouth wasn't a new thing for Louis. He even instinctively began sucking in earnest. Patrick, and his entire family, loved to be woken up by morning blow, and if he woke up first before Louis, they'd just ram their cock into Louis's mouth, or spit-roasted him in the twin's case, and empty their balls. It was rough the first couple of nights, but eventually, Louis's throat adapted to the routine. Louis had only been woken up once, before drooling to sleep while subconsciously nursing on the cock. Of course, it wouldn't be the case if Rory was the one using his throat because Louis never could get used to the huge cock, and the man loved to slap him just for the fun. Sometimes after feeding Louis his cum, Rory would also feed Louis his piss straight to the gut while the emperor nuzzled the thick red nasty pubes. Rory would tell him to look at his eyes and made sure Louis knew the barbaric chieftain emptied his bladder into his refined royal stomach.
But this cock wasn't Rory's cock. No, it was too small to be Patrick's cock as well and it was for sure not Hugo's. That didn't stop Louis from sucking the cock. Only then did he realize the guy had been jerking his cock as well, not too fast, but enough to keep him at full mast and leaking. The man suddenly pulled Louis's balls hard which made Louis choke on the small cock, probably not even 3", and he noticed the man loved it as he kept doing it a couple of times. Now that Louis thought about it, it must have been what woke Louis up instead of the cock.
Once the man quickened his pace, Louis knew he was almost cumming, so he too began sucking harder and played the cock with his tongue faster, putting sharp pressure with his tongue as it grazed the underside of the gland down to the shaft. As the man began roughly pulling his balls, Louis too choked more spit onto the cock and his own face. The man bottomed out on his throat as he pumped his cums out for Louis to swallow, not that Louis had any choice in the matter. The man let his dick soften inside Louis's mouth as the emperor dutifully cleaned the cock.
"Your highness, they've really trained you into an elite cocksucker, haven't they? Fuck, you're far more eager than Hugo's whore. It's the first time I had my bitch cleaned my cock without me telling them to."
As the man pulled up, Louis finally got a good look at the man. It was none other than the ladies-man Jamie, one of Hugo's entourage, most well-known for his charisma and quips that could charm off even Charles's pants when he was just a kid. He literally had Louis's father drop his pants and let Jamie's study group inspect his asshole for study. Never in million years, Louis would ever think his father would bend over his own throne and let a bunch of kids prod his asshole in front of his courtiers and petitioners.
"C'mon, your highness, Patrick, I mean, your stud, is waiting for you in the royal bathhouse."
Jamie slapped him on the balls bringing Louis back to reality. As Jamie pulled up his trousers, Louis realized Jamie was finely dressed this whole time, only lowering the trouser to use him like a cheapwhore. Jamie was about the same height as Louis, with blonde hair, blue sleepy eyes, and a strong-featured face shape. Despite never combing his hair, he wasn't looked messy and instead emanated the forbidden fruit aura that the priests preached not to taste. Jamie smiled wickedly, yet looked handsome instead of evil, as he pulled Louis by the cock and walked straight to the door. He stopped briefly and said, still smiling, "And your highness, you better clench your shithole tight and don't let any of that manjuice leak. I can certainly bullshit the balls, but not the man milk pouring out of your ass." He said slapping Louis's ass reminding him of Rory's cum still swimming in his gut and emphasizing his point before pulling Louis without even letting the man process.
If any of the courtiers was asked if Louis would ever walk down the hall naked, their answer would be a resounding no. So don't blame them when they couldn't hold their jaw shut as the emperor being walked down the hall naked as the day he was born by the cock by Jamie nonetheless. Everyone knew Louis didn't like Hugo's entourage. But then again, after what Louis had done the night before, this was not that surprising. And then again, it was Jamie. He had Charles offer his asshole to be prodded in public by children, spanking Stephanus in public, and had Baptiste become a training horse, nude, spanking the duke's ass as Baptiste carried him across the palace as a part of Jamie's knight training, only for Jamie to drop his training the next day.
And the state of Louis's body also didn't help them from holding their jaws. His face was slick wet, his hair was messy, his body was full of hickeys, his nipples were as hard as a breastfeeding mother's, his pubes were matted to his skin, and his smooth ass was red all the way to the lower thigh. His face was also crimson red, but from embarrassment rather than Rory's hands, maybe, Louis couldn't remember. He tried to cover his cock, but Jamie made sure everyone could see the full length of his cock and the cock head as it leaked precum.
He heard Jamie say to them, "Make ways boys, his highness had a rough battle last night and needs to polish his sword." or "Take example boys, this is what happens if you're a bad boy in bed." In the case of women, Jamie would stop in front of them and openly tug Louis's cock, "Excuse us, Ladies. His highness would like to say hello." Then he waved Louis's cock at them, then left those women giggling.
At one point, he saw both his blacksmith and his stablemaster were having a conversation, even in the morning, they looked like they pulled a mountain and pushed it back as the sweat ran through their dirty face and ragged clothes. They were, obviously, stunned when they saw the emperor. As he passed them, Louis caught a whiff of their musky smell, and he couldn't stop his ass from letting out a wet and audible fart. Both Louis and Jamie stopped. Jamie turned to face the guys while Louis only looked through his shoulder. He could see both of them staring at him, specifically, at his ass and the cum trail down his thigh that he made.
"Sorry, men. That was quite an impolite thing for an emperor to do, but you got to understand, the chieftain gave his highness quite a huge sausage and a lot of milk last night, so now his highness is quite stuffed."
Louis farted out more cum.
Both of them now looked at Louis in the eyes while their hands tugged their covered cocks. "Don't worry, Jamie. We understand. The chieftain's sausage must be huge if his highness couldn't keep his south mouth closed like that, but it's inappropriate to waste a man's milk like that. Do you want me to make you a plug to help you keep all of those milk inside, your highness? If you want one right now, I can give you one Adam's wearing right now." William said with his usual deep grumpy voice, giving Louis a hard time keeping his shithole shut.
Louis looked at Jamie who just shrugged, "I'll think about it." He finally said.
"Well, if you need one, just let me know. In the meantime," Louis looked behind as William pulled his loincloth, ripping it away, straight from his pants. Louis's heart beating faster as the man who towered him by a couple of inches walked closer while crumpling the dirty loincloth in his hands. It took Louis all of his willpower not to drop on all four and offer his wet cunt. "This will do." Louis gasped as William plugged his hole with the crumpled loincloth.
"Oh, and your highness," William whispered into Louis's ear, "I think I already know how I want to design your new sword. I'm going to give the steward the list of items I need. " He pushed the plug deeper until only a small bit of fabric hung out of Louis's ass. Louis didn't remember commissioning a new sword, but apparently, he did now.
When William pulled away, Jamie finally said, "Well, gentlemen. I am afraid I need to quickly get his highness to clean up or I am afraid his highness will make more mess."
William just nodded and gave Louis's ass a hard spank making him yelp.
Jamie laughed but didn't waste any more time. After a couple of more embarrassing stares at his body and now the plug at his asshole, they finally arrived at the bathhouse. It was a huge pool with a few athletic warrior statues pissing into the pool and carved pillars supporting the roof that wasn't supposed to be there. It was built by Louis's great grandfather, who was fascinated by the Latin and their bathhouses, to be a bathhouse for both the king and the courtiers. His great grandfather would socialize, conduct his business, and even make bathing customary as a part of feast activity. He was also known for the bastards he sired.
The bathhouse remained "communal" until Louis's father reigned, and he made the bathhouse exclusive only for the king's family and the servants. Charles actually loved the bathhouse and always made some time to bathe whenever he could. Louis often saw his father go inside the bathhouse with then court jester, Damien, who apparently was an expert masseuse as well. Once, Louis, along with a couple of other young impressionable knights and Duke Baptiste, had the opportunity to see with his own eyes how Damien spanked massage his father's ass and balls until they were as red as an apple. Then, Damien would stick his fingers up Charles's asshole, and wrecked it so hard that Charles's meaty muscle butt jiggled like tenderized meat. His father only whimpered. That was the first time Louis ever heard his father whimpering. Louis didn't remember what they were talking about, but Louis remembered Damien pulled open Charles's asshole with both of his hands so everyone could see the inside of his father's tender asshole as his father talked. Despite the pain and small whimpered he produced when Damien tore open the asshole, Charles carried on talking with his usual stern voice like it was nothing. He only stopped when he let out a loud long wet fart, which he was so ashamed he apologized in a soft-spoken tone while letting another long fart out. Duke Baptiste apologized for disturbing Charles in his "weak" hours, but surprisingly, it was Damien who replied by saying Baptiste had farted even louder. Charles, of course, reprimanded Damien for his insolence, and Damien returned to spank massage Charles in silence, only, that the spanks were harder.
Louis had never asked Damien to bathe him, not that he didn't want to, he was just too shy to ask for it. Damien did offer him to be Louis's masseuse, thinking Louis was sacking him when he told Damien he was no longer the court jester, but Louis never took on the offer. He did go to the bathhouse regularly to clean himself up. It was only a quiet place for Louis to contemplate in silence when he didn't want to be bothered by the outside world.
So it was quite a new sight for Louis to see his private bathhouse filled with Patrick and his best friends, Hugo's friends, and Pontikos. The Greek general was only standing while carrying a tray with cups and wine, his conquered naked tattoed body on display for everyone to see. Meanwhile, laying on three lounges were Patrick and his best friends, each with an ass belonging to Hugo's friends ready for them to feast on.
Josiah was a local lord's son and Hugo's childhood friend. He was a huge muscle man, probably as big as Pontikos with a big bubbly round ass and smooth body with no hair. He was black-haired and had a jaw like a sculpted masterpiece of an artist. He was not the most handsome of the bunch, Jamie got that going for him, but he had more masculine flair than Jamie's naughty almost childlike attitude. That being said, he got Jamie beat in the length of the dick. No, he was not longer. He was easily the smallest of the bunch with less than an inch at full hard and a pair of small balls as well. That didn't make him act less confident or less macho than his friends. In fact, Louis could see his confidence didn't even dissipate as he played with Connor's dick while grinding his ass on the face.
Karl, on the other hand, had his ass buried in Sean's face. Besides that, he was a painter from Saxony who moved to Paris. He did have quite a fortune, thanks to his inheritance. He was also dirty blonde and had blue eyes. He had high cheekbones and a square face. He wasn't as handsome, but his Saxon feature did intrigue some of the ladies. He wasn't huge nor muscular, and he didn't have a single fat. He was quite tall, just like his meaty thick 8" dick. He had a soft fuzzy ass-crack and a small patch of blonde bushy pubes.
Hugo's entourage was known to be made of handsome young rich bachelors, and Gaston was none of that. He wasn't handsome nor he was rich, technically. He was almost as old as Pepin in his 40s and certainly not a bachelor. He was in fact married to a rich wife. Thanks to the faith banning women from business, Gaston took over the business and the money and spent it on all kinds of excess behaviors. He was also that old dude that refused to grow old and instead spent his time socializing with young bucks, ignoring his growing wrinkles. He had long-tied black hair and black eyes. His face was square in all manner of forms, and he was covered in curly fur. He had smooth arms except for a thick patch of curly hair bush on each forearm which Louis found funny. Surprisingly, his pubes weren't as bushy as Rory's, in fact, it was getting thinner as it got close to the cock as if it was trying to emphasize the already thick more than 8" cock. It got Patrick beaten in length and thickness as well. His ass, on the other hand, was so thick that Patrick's face disappear completely in it.
As their asses were being eaten, all of them seemed to find this fascination towards the Leinster's cocks, notably, their uncut hoods. All of them played with it, pulled it open, sometimes pulled it up like they'd found a new toy. All of them too had those curious and intrigued childish expressions as they played the half-hard cocks to their heart's content.
Meanwhile, Hugo was in front of them, impaling himself on a miniature phallic dick statue.
"Can't believe you guys started the feast without me." Louis heard Jamie say as he undressed.
"Jamie my boy! Don't worry, we got a lounge for you! Too bad It didn't come with the ass-eating bitches." Gaston said as he ground his ass on Patrick's face harder.
"Man, what a fucking friend you guys are. I want to play with the hooded cocks too!" Jamie said as he sat on one of Patrick's legs, then he pulled the cock from Gaston. He jacked Patrick's cock slowly at first, and then as it leaked precum, Jamie, with his adorable curious face, wiped it with his finger. He brought it closer to his face, and after hesitating for a while, he put the finger in his mouth.
"Fuck dude! I can't believe you did it! How's the taste!?" Gaston said looking like he was disgusted, but his excited tone betrayed him.
"A little bit salty, but it's kind of tasty," Jamie said like he was truly tasting a new delicacy.
Suddenly, Gaston's body was lifted a bit, "It tastes better straight from the cock, trust me." Patrick said.
"Who told you to stop kissing my ass, slut!" Gaston didn't wait for any answer as he pushed his ass on Patrick hard and then he ground harder. Then suddenly his body went wobbly as he yowled like a kitten with an open mouth, with one swoop, Patrick's dick was inside Gaston's throat.
"Who're you calling slut, cunt!?" Patrick said as he skullfucked Gaston's head rapidly even with Jamie still sitting on one of his legs. He didn't even care Gaston was choking on his cock with the spit spurting everywhere.
"Calm down, Patrick. He was just kidding! Here, let me help you!" Jamie grabbed the back of Gaston's head and pushed it to meet the cock thrusts.
On the other lounge, Sean also lifted Karl's butt off his face, "Do you want to suck it nicely, or do I have to fuck your throat like a cunt as well?"
Karl smiled mischievously, "Don't tempt me with good time boy."
Sean replied with an equally confident smirk before lifting Karl's body like it weighed nothing, laying him on the lounge upside down, then throat fucked the taller man. He was about to eat Karl's ass again when the man slapped the thick meat on Sean's face.
He usually wouldn't suck new cock he just met, certainly not in front of people he barely knew. Although Patrick would fuck him once in a while, it was enough for Sean. But somehow, seeing the thick meat, he was hungry. So he sucked it. At first, he was sucking it, but then Sean was on the bottom being skullfucked as his ass was eaten.
Seeing the room was heating up, Josiah didn't want to be left out. Seeing Conner didn't initiate anything after a while, Josiah lifted his butt on his own and looked at Conner who had his tongue out like a puppy.
"Um... Don't you want to do anything, I don't know, like them?"
"I mean, I want to fuck, but sure, skullfucking you is fine."
Conner was about to lift Josiah's body when the man stopped him. "Wait," Conner looked at him with his usual innocent stare. "Can.. you... Fuck me?"
"What!?"
No, that wasn't Conner. That was Hugo who didn't even stop fucking himself, in fact, he impaled himself even harder.
"What? I saw how that red pig fucked you, and I saw your face too. You made the same face you had when we got that smoke thing from the East. You literally cummed in your trouser, pissed in it, and keep doing it while you had the same dumb bitch expression on your face. So I smoked it as well and man, that was the most amazing thing I felt. I still couldn't figure out how we end up naked by the river bank with a bouquet in our asses, but that's beside the point. Since then, I know to trust your dumb cunt face and—" Before Josiah could finish his speech, Connor had already laid him on the lounge while pulling the legs up to the shoulder.
"You talk too much, it's killing my boner," Conner said as he primed his cock on the entrance to Josiah's hole.
"I am sorry." The big man said meekly.
"Apology accepted." He said as he pushed into Josiah.
Josiah gasped as he clawed Conner's shoulder, but the man felt nothing and keep pushing harder, "Wait, stop. It hurt!"
Conner didn't stop. He rolled his eyes when he realized Josiah had been pushing him all this time but he didn't feel anything. It got him wondering whether the muscle was an illusion or not? Maybe Josiah was a half-fairy?
Once Connor got his cock inside, he went straight for the kill as he navigated his curved cobra into Josiah's button. He smirked when he saw Josiah gasp and look him in the eye like Connor was some sort of an angel. Everyone did, including his red pig, the nickname these degenerates gave for the chieftain, Rory. How come he never thought of that before? Rory was indeed as cute as his pet pig on his farm. He needed to remind himself to pen Rory with his pig the next time he was back in Leinster. At least he got an answer for a problem. Josiah couldn't be a fairy. Unless of course, fairies got weak with a cock inside them.
As Connor rut his cock on Josiah's spot, the hunk man let out high pitch squeals that put every slut to shame and cummed right then. He didn't stop cumming all the while Connor ravaged his pussy while imagining competing Rory for the Pig Festival, the chieftain would surely put all those pigs to shame.
Jamie who already had his 2" dick on rock hard once again laid on the empty lounge while pulling his legs to his shoulders as he shouted to Hugo and Louis, "Hugo, Louis, I think it's also time for us to get to know each other better. Come and kiss my ass."
Louis didn't need to be told twice as he approached and made out with the ass. Sure, the order was kissing, but it was Jamie. Louis could just say he got hypnotized if anyone asked.
Hugo, on the other hand, wasn't hypnotized, but he did get off the smooth marble dildo. He jerked Jamie's small dick while kept smirking. "You see this Gaston? He can get hard again after cumming. I guess he no longer needs you to fuck his sloppy second to keep the women satisfied, huh?"
"Nah, I think he finally realizes he likes cocks better. Don't worry, I can give you my cock anytime you want Jamie. I don't mind fucking Ladies' man like you while keeping your ladies happy." Gaston laughed.
"Who told you to stop sucking, slut!?" Patrick said as spanked Gaston hard.
"Sorry, sire!" When Gaston tried to suck again, Patrick pulled away. He manhandled Gaston like the man weight nothing... but he failed because Gaston's muscles were real. They stared awkwardly at each other as Patrick's cheeks got rosy from the embarrassment.
Gaston smirked as he patted Patrick's butt reassuringly, then laid on the lounge on his stomach with his ass up while he spread open his asscheeks.
"Sire, please, what do you want to do to my helpless body? I am sorry. Let me suck you again."
Patrick shook his head in disbelief, but his cock did get hard as this man, who was probably stronger than him, present himself on a silver platter. "Shut up, cunt. You're a lousy cocksucker, can't even cover your teeth. I'll let your bottom mouth suck me instead." Patrick teased the hole with his cock.
"Please, sire. I am a virgin, I have a tight muscle cunt. What if I broke your stick in half with my pussy?"
That did it for Patrick, he grabbed Gaston's waist and the long black hair as he thrust his cock hard while pulling Gaston to meet the cock. Gaston wailed, but surprisingly, even the body hairs on this man were strong.
"What!" Thrust
"Did!" Thrust
"You!" Thrust
"Say!" Thrust
"Cunt!" At the last thrust, Patrick let himself settle in as the ass muscle massaged his cock. Patrick hated to admit it, but Gaston's ass grip was indeed strong.
"Fuck! Sorry, son! I was kidding! Man, I went easy on you, and you didn't even try to be gentle on me." Gaston said as he gasped for breath. Then he felt a grip on his cock which he just noticed was the hardest he had ever been.
"Yeah, I thought so. I don't think you want it gentle."
"Fuck, I've never been this hard."
Patrick pulled him closer by the neck as he whispered, "Trust me, I haven't started yet." He pulled away and then thrust hard making sure he grazed Gaston's boy button equally hard.
The man gasped as he looked back at the smirking Patrick.
"So? You want me to go easy on you, cunt?"
Gaston spread his asscheeks even further, "Fucking ruin me!"
Patrick went to town as he pounded Gaston's muscle ass into oblivion, and as requested, Patrick pulverized Gaston's asshole by the time he was done, the asshole could no longer close tight and the asslips were forever swollen.
"You're one to talk, Hugo.," Jamie said, "We still haven't talked about your pussy for asshole. Can't believe you give your brothers a low-grade whore when your pussy is on the sale as well. But don't worry, we can make up for lost time later, for now, get that lips on my ass. It felt good just from the emperor kissing my ass. I think it's time to get the whole royal family kissing my ass too."
Hugo kept smirking but he didn't refuse. He kneeled beside Louis and began kissing too. Louis pulled back to give Hugo some space, but the cousin instead pulled him closer and kissed him.
They made out for a while, but then Hugo pulled back and pushed Louis's head to Jamie's ass. Hugo then also licked Jamie's ass as well as Louis's tongue. Sometimes, he would spit on the asshole while intentionally getting some spit on Louis's face as well. Jamie's favorite time was when both Louis and Hugo's tongues teased his asslips. He loved it when both Louis and Hugo would suck his asshole while the other sucked his cock.
"Fuck, if I knew having royal family sucking my ass is such a turn-on, I'd have called you when I had your dumb father sucked my ass."
Louis, who was sucking the cock, looked at Jamie in disbelief. But the confident smile and the fact that it was Jamie he was talking to, it wasn't that hard to believe.
"I am coming! Shit, Hugo, I want you to swallow."
Hugo quickly replaced Louis's mouth on the cock, and what Jamie lacked in length, he made it in his enthusiasm as he used Hugo's head like a hole. With one last thrust, he pushed hard into Hugo as he kept his head down while he cummed.
When Jamie finished, Hugo pulled away and showed Jamie his empty mouth, "Happy now?"
Jamie nodded, but he smiled mischievously at them, "I'll be happier if I can feed Pepin my cum." He turned to Louis, "Yeah, I had your dumb dad drink my cum straight from my cock."
"If you can make Louis's dad drink your cum, then my dad won't be such an issue."
"I guess you're right. Maybe I will, one of these days. Now, get back on your stone cock."
Hugo turned around, only to find Karl fucking himself on the dildo while he fucked Sean. He didn't mind it tho. He just had Jamie eat his ass while Louis ate Jamie's.
By the time Patrick finished with Gaston, both Sean and Connor had finished as well, but their morning bath hadn't ended yet. Connor made his way for Patrick's sloppy second, and this time, Gaston too squealed like a whore. Patrick didn't go for Josiah, however, as he go for his best friend, Sean's ass. Karl instead sunk his cock into Hugo while Louis was getting fucked by Jamie. The dick didn't reach his spot, but it did make Louis realize what a slut he was as he felt pleasure even from the dick pounding him. When Josiah finally recuperate, he and Jamie double penetrated Louis, though both of their cocks combined still couldn't beat Patrick's thickness. Louis still came though. They went again for a few rounds.
Once they all got tired, they lounged. Louis was lying beside Patrick while his arms wrapped around Louis. Hugo was prostrating beside the lounge with his ass facing them, while Patrick fingerfucked Hugo's sloppy asshole. Connor and Sean had their own lounge. Sean sat on Karl's face as the man ate his cum-filled cake. Jamie, Josiah, and Gaston were all lined up in front of them with their blissful faces flat on the floor and their hands spread their cream-filled ass open in case any of the Leinster wanted another go.
They remained to lounge until they heard a loud relief sound. It was Gaston who somehow got the energy to stand up and enter the pool. His expression give no doubt as to what he was doing.
"Did you just piss in the pool?" Hugo finally found his voice.
"And shit out the cum as well." He kept continued relieving himself.
"Are you mental? We haven't bathed yet!"
"What!? Do you think those Greeks and Latins had this huge pool and they never pissed in it? Hey, Pontikos!"
Every eye turned to the Greek General, "Um... I don't think there is any rule in regards to that, sir."
"Well, have you pissed in one?"
Pontikos's face turned crimson as he answered, "Yes, sir."
"See!"
"That's kind of disgusting."
Jamie looked at Karl in disbelief, "Karl, you make a painting with your own shit."
Karl shrugged off, "I never said I don't want to bath in piss."
"You're disgusting." Hugo sighed, "Let's just get in."
"Wait!" They all looked at Jamie. "It's the first time Louis and our new friends hang out with us. Let's make this special. Well, let's make this special for Louis." Jamie looked at Louis while smiling. Then he threw Louis into the pool.
"Since this is the first time we had the emperor with us, why don't we celebrate this by giving the emperor a shower befitting a man of his stature?" Jamie wiggled his cock, "What a better shower than a golden shower?"
"I am in!" Gaston had already got up and stood beside Jamie.
"I mean, if you want it, of course, Louis. We are just having fun here, after all."
Louis didn't answer Gaston directly, he instead looked at Patrick.
"Go on, Pig. I know you want it."
Louis was overjoyed as he waded over and stood under them as they tried to be as close as possible to Louis. He closed his eyes and held his head high waiting for the piss. One by one, he felt hot smelly streams hitting his face. Some strayed to his hair and his body, some making sure his face was drenched completely. Everyone could see the pristine clear water around Louis turning yellow as the piss went on. After a while, Louis couldn't hold himself anymore as his thirst took over him. He opened his mouth and quickly the streams were directed at his mouth. He drank as much as he could.
The streams died one by one, and as the last stream ended, Louis opened his eyes to find all of them looked delighted. Then Gaston threw Jamie right onto the piss pool as he was pushed by Patrick. Then, all of them found their way into the bath as they splashed water at each other, smiling and laughing. As Louis took away the scene around him, as they splashed him water, pinched his nipples, pulled his balls, Hugo spat at him, Gaston rubbed his asscrack like he was wiping a baby, and Patrick surprised him with another spurt of piss, he realized he finally felt at home.
Somehow, after all of the watersport and rough-housing, they managed to get themselves cleaned up. Louis was dressed appropriately as well was Patrick. The others went on their way after the bath to Hugo's brothel which also happened to be Hugo's mansion. Louis wanted to follow them since Hugo did say he had gotten some male specimens for Louis. He did have a few male prostitutes at hand, but he decided to look for some more when he knew of Louis's dick-craving. The new ones he got were a bunch of commoners, some of them didn't even have any house, as it was easy to find one willing to sell their cocks rather than starving to death. For the better ones Louis would have to wait. Louis didn't know what "better" meant, but he just went along.
Unfortunately, he just received a letter from the Holy See. Although everyone had expected the letter, his councils still needed to reconvene. Louis also would like to use this opportunity to introduce Patrick to his council and hopefully make him a part of it. He felt it was the right thing to do since Patrick was his stud. It wasn't going to be smooth sailing, but he'd like to try.
After helping Louis get dressed, both Louis and Patrick made their way into the conference room. Lucas was unavailable as he was currently being treated for "demonic ass possession" by Stephanus as per Louis's order when he saw Lucas couldn't sit or move properly.
If only Louis knew the treatment was more spanking, only Lucas was conscious this time, and screwing the hole with a cross, Louis himself would be tempted to be treated as well. Naked Lucas, tightly tied all over his body, was bent over a table with legs spread so his third leg, which according to Stephanus was easily entered by demons, could easily be observed. It was rock-hard and leaking as Stephanus secretly fed Lucas aphrodisiac. Lucas could only mumble in protest as his mouth was plugged with Stephanus's loincloth which was used to plug Isabella's cummy pussy last night. Stephanus would use the cross to stir Lucas's asshole mercilessly. He would pull the plug away from Lucas's mouth, and when he found Lucas swore at him instead of repenting, he would plug the mouth back, and wrecked the ass even more. By noon, Lucas had already crying and begging for mercy, which was enough for Stephanus. He let Lucas go.
The council's meeting room was quite a huge one. There was a huge round table with seats arranged around the table for the councils to sit with the emperor's seat, being the most extravagant one, in the middle. There was also a section with a war table showing the entirety of Francia proper, including the Burgundy and the Lowlands. But the last areas had a yellow flag with a two-headed black eagle on it scattered across.
The councilors were seated at Louis's side, Frederic, Ferdinand, and Pepin on the left, while Stephanus and Baptiste on the right. Patrick took his seat beside Baptiste. As expected, the councilors did stare at Patrick as he made his way into the room. When Patrick showed no sign of leaving, they looked at Louis instead.
"Patrick's going to join our meeting from here on."
"My lord! You couldn't possibly let this man who you barely know into our meeting! You don't even know him well! What if he was a spy!?" Lord Baptiste's outrage was expected, so Louis did not even flinch when the man roared.
"I thought I already made it clear, we might just barely met, but I already know them well enough to put my trust in them. And even if he is a spy, Leinster has not even a tenth of our land. It's unlike you to be afraid of an equivalent of a small band of bandits. What can they do to us?" Louis smirked knowing fully well what the Leinster could do and had done to them.
"You made it very clear that you're quite fond of these barbarians, my lord. So much you gave them Pale and even paid tithe. I guess it does make sense. After all, you've made it very clear as well that my entire family has bigger cocks than you. No wonder even with an embrace by a barbarian you can cum in front of your court. If Charles could see how his son is just as degenerate as his nephew, he'll be as mad as I am."
Louis just smiled, "Lord Baptiste, you're right. My father would be disappointed, but then again, he also disappoints us all when he lost Burgundy and Lowlands. So I think, maybe his way of thinking was not the best way to lead this country, and now I am merely looking for a new... perspective. I hope you understand. After all, if it wasn't for the feast last night, entire Francia wouldn't know of your family's fortitude and unshakeable faith. Even in temptation, their phalluses stay standing and strong, even their emperor couldn't last that long. The people would be happy to know Normandy is in good hand."
Baptiste smiled wide, totally goaded by Louis's sweet words. He leaned back on his chair and spread his legs apart showing a formidable bulge. He slapped his crotch hard not even flinching as he said, "Damn right those peasants better know they are safe! Especially now that they know my family has bigger and harder cocks than the rest of the nobles, even the royal families! Those faithless scums!"
Louis gave Baptiste his sweetest smile as he replied, "You might not have faith in me, Lord Baptiste, but I always have faith in you as much as my father, if not more. And I might not be the best friend you found in my father, but I am willing to value you for your worth. Archbishop, why don't you convince the priests in Normandy to preach of the house Normandy's faith and virility that shadowed even the Carolingians. Perhaps this would make the commoners more inclined to pay taxes."
Patrick could see a sharp lurch in Baptiste's pants as the bulge grew into a tube-shaped snake. The pants-covered snake kept moving up and down as Baptiste's hands rubbed it up and down while the eyes were fixated on Louis.
"My lord! If you do that, don't you think the commoner will lose faith in your house?" Stephanus replied.
Louis calmly replied, still smiling gently, "Why would they? They should be more faithful to the nobility knowing they are in the safe hand. Duke Normandy has been most protective of them after all, guarding the northern coastlines while my father went to war in the east and then went back to the frontline to assist my father. It has always been like that and I think it is time for the royal family to acknowledge the house Normandy's contribution to our realm. If any member of house Normandy would drop their trouser anytime during my father's campaign, I am sure we would find their phalluses hard and ready to fight, didn't go soft even after the campaign."
"Heh! You're right, we are always hard! We need to keep sticking our sticks in the field and our enemies. Probably the reason why Charles didn't want to celebrate winning a war as well! He's afraid everyone could see his soft cock against my hard cock! Besides, it was improper, of course." Baptiste said all the while openly massaging his obscene bulge. "I have to admit, your father's wars were indeed costly! If this kind of feast can truly help refill my family coffer before the upcoming war, I'll have my entire family attend every feast you held pantsless straight from Normandy! I'll even hold one myself!"
"Now, now! I need to remind everyone that the feast hasn't been approved by the church." Stephanus said which made Baptiste scoff.
"As if you didn't have the time of your life eating out the empress and princess, last night."
Stephanus looked at Baptiste horrified and then turned to Louis stammering, "It was only for study, your excellency! I don't want to be seen as uneducated or intolerant of your new friends so, in the name of the faith, I decided to try the Chieftain's new way of appreciating beauty, and maybe I could convince the church in Rome to approve this tradition like ours." He said as softly as possible, in fear of incurring Louis's wrath. But instead of anger, he found a pair of gentle and beautiful eyes looking down at him.
Louis dropped his hand on Stephanus's thigh, almost touching the crotch, "If that is the case, I understand, Holy Father. As you can see, I am quite fond of the way the Leinster hold their feast and I'd love to see it approved by the church. If you need help, I'll let Isabella know to help you any time and in any way necessary." Louis rubbed the thigh gently while adding enough pressure, before continuing, "She's a devout wife with a huge thirst for helping people. I hope you could help her quench the thirst as well father."
Louis could feel a hard thing touch the back of his hand as he rubbed Stephanus's thigh, it didn't take any brain to know what that hard thing was.
"Yes, your excellency, I'll do my best to help you and your wife!" Stephanus didn't realize his dick was hard and touching the emperor's hand though, he was too busy imagining ways he could use every hole that Isabella had, especially now that the husband had agreed to give him full access to the wife. And as Louis stared at him with those beautiful eyes, he was reminded of those innocent eyes that those altar boys had, especially the virgin ones. And Stephanus loved those virgin boys and their holes though he hadn't had any for quite a long time.
"Can we talk about the letter from the Holy See, now?" Ferdinand said as he brought up a letter and gave it to Louis.
Louis read it and then set it aside, "It is, as we had expected, a summon to the Basilica of Rome to stand in trial for attacking a fellow Christian."
"I am afraid it's not that simple, your Excellency. I heard that the Emperor of the Western Latin Empir and the Emperor of the Eastern Latin Empire have also been invited to the Basilica, as well as other kings, on the same day. The reason was unclear, but the talk of a great war to quell the Muhammadans' conquests of our land had become louder in the passing days. With the Eastern Latin Empire being driven back further away by the Muhammadans, I am afraid this won't be just a talk anymore." Ferdinand explained.
"The Pope is new, and young as well, only in his early thirty, he doesn't have a lot of accomplishment and is eager to prove himself. If we can use this to our advantage, the Holy See might overlook our war with York." Stephanus added.
"Should we really back the Pope in war? He was so eager to help Maximillian in inheriting Burgundy and the Lowland, even humiliating Charles. I don't think we should go to war unless it is necessary."
Stephanus hit the table in anger, Louis could feel the cock was getting harder on the back of his hand which never stopped massaging the Archbishop's thigh. But it wasn't Stephanus who speak, but Baptiste.
"It's the more reason for us to fight! We can't let that motherfucker claim all the glory for himself and his mother-sister fucking family! He had claimed the Saxon, the Burgundian, the Lowlands, and soon even the new Hungarian will be part of their incest tree! We'll humiliate them with our chivalry and take as much land as possible from heathens. If the Pope demands the land, just gave him a few acres as lip service! That'll teach him to back the right person!"
Stephanus who listened grew more and more enraged, "How could you suggest such blasphemy! Refusing the demand from God's chosen himself! I do not expect such audacity from you, Lord Baptiste!"
"Aren't you the one who said the Pope is young? How can you assure me he won't just give all the land we conquer to Maximillian's brood!? Didn't you the one who said to Charles the Pope was inexperienced? What makes you think he has enough experience now!?"
Stephanus wanted to retaliate, but he found no words coming out of his mouth so he just sat angrily while absent-mindedly pulling Louis's hand onto his crotch. Louis didn't say anything as the hand guided his hand to gently massage the rock-hard cock.
"It's not like we had a choice either, Lord Frederic. Need I to remind you the Pope can excommunicate us if we do not participate in the war. That being said, I agree with Lord Baptiste. We might fare better in claiming occupied lands, even if that means we're going to stand in trial for it." Ferdinand replied calmly.
"What do you think, uncle?" Louis asked Pepin who had been silent all this time staring at Patrick.
"I think it's a great opportunity to reclaim our glory after Charles's humiliation. Your father knew this as well, which was why he was so eager to go to war to reclaim Burgundy and Lowlands from Maximillian, but he kicked the bucket just as the truce was about to end. I say this is better than going to war against Maximillian and potentially losing."
"What a great faith you have in our army there, Pepin." Baptiste spat at him.
"Forget about my faith. What about our emperor's friend here. What do you think? Are your men ready for war? I doubt they'll make a difference. They might perform well on your island, but the Muhammadans settled in desserts and drylands."
Patrick smiled, "Whatever the emperor decides, my regiment will be ready to fight for him. I am sure you'll see soon enough how well my men perform." And Patrick didn't mean killing people. He thought he was going to ignore his father's silly dream of bitching Louis's entire family, now he decided he was going to prepare a special place for Pepin in between his men's legs. And somehow, Patrick's smile was enough for Pepin`s ass to clench tight in desire.
"At least his men had more muscle than you or your broods will ever have Pepin! I couldn't even believe you pick two wimps with small cocks for your in-laws instead of my eldest son. But I guess you didn't know he has huge cock up until last night!" Baptiste gave a hearty yet clearly condescending laugh at Pepin who just rolled his eyes.
"So, it is decided then. We'll go to war if the Pope does decide to call us." Louis concluded.
"Another thing might interest you, my Lord. Basileus Basil's wife has given birth to a boy. This is a golden opportunity for us to betroth your sister with the son and formed an alliance with the Eastern Latin Empire. I've sent a few letters to them. It won't be hard since your mother was Basileus's aunt after all." Ferdinand said couldn't even contain his enthusiasm.
"Is that really a good idea?" Frederic questioned, "It's pretty clear currently the Eastern Latin Empire got the short end of the Muhammadans' stick, and they humiliate the captured Eastern Latin army and generals who lost in the battles. And Eastern Latin Empire lost many battles. I've heard all sorts of disgusting things they made Basileus's uncle do. Not to mention, even now they've got so weak they couldn't even maintain trading from Kiev. I am afraid by the end of the current war, they won't be as formidable as they once were."
"But if we aren't quick, there won't be any alliance left. The Asturias is clearly backing the Western Latin Empire. While Navarra backed us, they too show interest in our enemy!"
"See, Pepin? You did your best to snatch that Navarran Prince of yours as in-laws, only for them to back our enemy. Is that really worth giving your daughter a small cock instead of my son's huge dick, now that you know he has a huge one? I bet you want to ask the Pope for a divorce letter for her. Too bad he's already married, but I won't even give you my youngest even if he's a bachelor." Baptiste shamelessly pettily berated Pepin for refusing his marriage proposal.
Pepin just rolled his eyes.
"I see." Louis nodded, "but Lord Ferdinand, please hold off the letter for now. I think we need to see how the war in the Eastern Latin Empire will develop first," and because Louis remembered Rory showed an interest in his sister. Maybe Louis could somehow strengthen their family alliance. That being said, Louis never heard of Rory's wife or Patrick's mother, maybe she was already dead? Could Louis offer his sister to be Rory's wife? Wait, maybe Patrick and his sister should get married, and Louis could ship her to Leinster for Rory after. His family would finally be joined together, as a slut to the MacCarthal, obviously. Louis also absentmindedly massaged Stephanus's cock harder this time making the Archbishop realize what happened and how soft Louis's hand was. He was shocked at first but seeing Louis too engrossed in his thought and the discussion, he sneakily pulled up his robe, moved Louis's hand under his robe into his loincloth, and guided the hands to massage his holy cock. No way Stephanus would pass a hand as soft as Louis massaging his balls. If the emperor realized what happened, he could just blame it on the emperor himself.
Ferdinand looked dejected, but he nodded nonetheless, "Also, your excellency, have you decided who will accompany you to Rome?" he asked.
"Yes, Patrick will accompany me to Rome, and since he will help me justify attacking York, I want all of you to teach him everything that might help his argument."
"Patrick has a bright mind. I only spent a few months teaching him about our customs, and he already remembers them by heart. I am sure you won't have any problem, your excellency." Ferdinand added and then gave a wink to Patrick who replied with a smirk.
"Hah! You need more than just sweet words to handle those dick-locked priests, they can turn your words against you! That's why Charles always lost in his arguments so we stared them down instead. Work better, I tell you!"
"I think the reason Charles lost in the debates was probably because he has you as an assistant." Pepin quipped.
"Damn right!" Baptiste replied proudly while hitting the table.
"Well if there is nothing else, I think we all can attend to our own business now. We still need to prepare for tonight's feast."
All of them made their way outside except Patrick, Louis, and Stephanus who still had his cock jerked.
"Oh my! Your holiness, I didn't mean to." Louis acted surprised and pulled his hands away, "I am a bit stressed, and I didn't know what came over to me."
"It's fine, your excellency!" Stephanus said squeezing Louis's shoulder reassuringly, then he leaned in and whispered, softly, "It's probably because last night I performed an exorcism for your wife." He looked at Louis's expression, testing the water, and then continued, "In her nether region, I know I should've told your excellency first, but I was afraid there wasn't much time left." He added and quickly justified his action.
To his surprise Louis just smiled, "I see, Lucas has already told me, and I seemed to be overly protective of her as well. Please, don't mind him. I don't mind, it was for her safety after all. Ah, where are you heading?"
Stephanus was caught off-guard, "I am going to check on Lucas, your highness," he trailed off, "and then, I am going to visit your wife."
"To check on her, I suppose? She's still tired from the exorcism you gave her last night."
"Y-yes, your highness, you are correct. I do need to check on her condition."
"You're most kind, your holiness. Well then, you can also study the scripture about the worship of beauty Rory introduced to us in her room as well. And you may ask for her assistance if she isn't tired that is."
"It's fine your excellency! To study the scripture and to check the Empress's condition isn't that much different. It'll require more energy and more time, but everyone seems to be on board in this new culture, and I'd hate to be the one keeping the good news from everyone."
"I see, then I hope you won't mind me asking you to make haste then. And I would hate for you to exert yourself, your holiness, so why don't you spend the night, or as many nights as you wish, in her room? I'll tell Lucas to attend to your needs, and please do not hesitate to use my chamberpot there from now on. It seems you have quite a bladder problem." He said as he suddenly stroked Stephanus's cock sticking out under the robe.
"Of course, your highness! Thank you for your generosity." Stephanus was caught in surprise but he didn't complain. He stayed silent as Louis stroked his cock slowly. He always knew Louis was beautiful. Even since he was a child, he was a tender flower her mother was than his father. As Stephanus watched the young heir grow up, he couldn't help but be disappointed in Louis's mother's childbirth death. Not only because he could no longer stick his cock in the Greek princess's asshole, but also because he couldn't convince Charles to give Louis to the monastery. If Maria was still alive, she could've birth to another son for Charles, and he could convince the man to give his son to the church to be Stephanus's altar boy. He always wondered if Louis had the same flower shape his mother had for asshole. More than once, Stephanus imagined he was the one who deflowered the young prince, he was sure the ass smelled like a flower as well, probably a rose. Now that the young prince was already blossoming into a grown-up emperor, he imagined it less and less. But moments like this often made Stephanus notice the eternal youthful look that Louis had. He wondered whether Louis's asshole was also as youthful as his face or not.
"Well then, I won't take more of your time, holy father."
Stephanus was pulled back to reality when Louis pulled his hand away. He nodded and turned away thinking if Louis was as gullible as his father was, then Stephanus would have no problem accessing his asshole. For now, he would rather focus on the task at hand, filling the Empress's holes and making sure that brat Lucas could see that Stephanus always got what he wanted.
As Stephanus exited the room, Louis quickly felt a hard 8" stick poking at his ass and arms pulling him into a hug from behind.
"We're not even a day in and you're already pawning off your wife to an old fart like him. You better hope she's already pregnant with my family's brat or I'll get very mad." Patrick emphasized his point by giving Louis's rump a hard slap.
Louis reached behind and caressed the hard stick poking him as he said, "your family had her did all of that fertility rituals and fucked her every single chance they get since she arrived at Pale, even in the asshole. If she hasn't gotten pregnant yet, then I think you'd have a better chance at putting your baby inside me."
Patrick grabbed Louis's hardening cock as he pushed his hips to Louis's ass crack lifting the emperor in the process, "Trust me, if you can get pregnant, we'd be staying at Leinster longer and only go back here once your belly was heavy with a triplet. And then at the parade, we'll be the only ones riding across town, You and I, on a horse. You'll be naked so everyone can see my hard work for them." Then he leaned in closer and whispered hoarsely, "And if they look closer, they'll realize only one person is riding the horse, while the other one riding a cock."
"You're so sweet. But are you sure I'd be riding your cock? Judging from yesterday, I think it'd be Rory who'll parade-fuck me to the castle. We won't be riding a horse, he'd be riding my ass." Louis ground his ass harder on Patrick, but the man suddenly turned him around to face the angry face.
"Is it how you say you regret choosing me, cunt? Cause if it is, say it to my face! I'll tie you up and send you to Rory right away. Not before fucking you at tonight's party in front of everyone, of course. And then I'll gather everyone on the square and fuck you there as well so the peasants will know what a fucking slut you are."
Seeing how jealous his man was, Louis couldn't help but giggle, which didn't last long since Patrick clawed his balls in anger. "I am sorry! I am sorry!" He said while showering Patrick with kisses.
"That won't work, cunt!" Patrick said, but Louis did feel the hand on his balls softened.
Louis leaned his head on Patrick's shoulder as he kissed his man's adam apple. "Even if Rory would be the one who fuck me, I'll still name you my man, my stud, and you can just order me to give you my army to fuck Rory, and I'll give it. Not that I think you will do anything to harm your father."
"What? You think I didn't dare?" Said Patrick who had let go of Louis's balls and now playing with Louis's curly golden hair.
"I think you dare, but you won't, you like him too much."
"Me!? Like him!?" Patrick scoffed.
"Please, you won't admit it, but I know deep down you like your father a lot. I mean, you hate him, and want revenge for your childhood, but that's because you want his attention. That's why you mess with him, but never actually harm him. Even in the treaty, you make sure he stays in power despite you can give it to anyone else."
"That's because I don't think anyone else can do it! Ferghal is too much of a wimp and those twins only care about their silly games. Not because I like him! I rather have his sorry big hairy shitter be useful to the family than let my brothers ruin it."
"Sure, I believe you."
Patrick knew Louis didn't believe him. Nonetheless, he let what Louis said to sink into his brain while his hand played with Louis's hair and occasionally kissed his hair. After some time, he let a heavy sigh. He pulled Louis in for a kiss on the lips.
"Let's not talk about that fat sow anymore."
Louis smiled, "Good, let's talk about my dad, instead!"
Patrick was about to bend Louis over the table and fuck the nonsense back into him, but the man was already pulling him somewhere.
"What? Do you want me to ask him for your hand or something!?" Patrick looked at Louis flabbergasted.
Not only the bitch had killed his boner by mentioning his father's bitching him yesterday, but now Louis brought him to a fucking catacomb in front of a stone casket to meet his father-in-law. Unless of course Louis actually wanted to get off in front of his father, which Patrick didn't mind. Now that he thought about it, he was getting hard.
"That's not it!" Louis said while laughing.
He was standing in front of a human-sized statue of his father guarding the entrance to his father's casket. The statue depicted his father standing naked with his sword covering his front. His face looked solemn but stern as if he was always ready to fight, what he was known for.
His grandfather's statue was more promiscuous, just like him when he lived. It depicted a man sitting on the pedestal while leaning backward with his hard cock standing at attention. Charles once said his grandfather actually commission the statue to enlarge the size of his dick, but when he kicked the bucket, Charles personally told the carvers to make it smaller. His great grandfather was known to be a pious man who took the vow of celibacy after siring Louis's grandfather. Despite all of that, Louis's grandfather had the statue depict a man on his knees, legs apart showing a locked dick in a chastity device, pinching his own nipples with a face that clearly showed a sex-deprived man. Louis thought once, that maybe his great grandfather was the one who started the slut curse Rory mentioned, but now that he looked further at older statues, he found them to be equally slutty. Even the great Charles I, who had the biggest chamber, had his statue depicted as a man kneeling with his sons standing behind him, all of them were naked. He always thought he was trying to say that all of the grandeur his progenies made were all thanks to him, but now that Louis had found a new light, Louis now noticed how all of the sons had hard cocks while Charles I had his ass parted open. Even Martel, Charles I's father, had his statue depicted him sitting on two corpses of Muhammadans as a homage to him for stopping the followers of the False Prophet's invasion. Only now did Louis realize Martel sat on one of the corpse's crotch while the other corpse seemed to try to push his crotch into Martel's ass.
"Fuck, I guess sluttiness does run in your family." Patrick said after listening to Louis, "But I don't think you bring me here just to talk about the statues. If your ass is hungry for some dead bones, well, I never tried it, but I did say I'll give you every bone in the world."
"Perv! That's not what I want to talk about!" Louis shooked his head laughing. He let his laughter echo within the catacomb before turning to face his father's statue once again. He looked at the feet of the statue and found the vase used to hold flowers for the dead. Only, the flowers were already wilted. "We had the grave keepers change the flowers every month."
Patrick walked closer to Louis, and then pulled him close by the waist. He humped his crotched into Louis's ass as he stared at Charles's statue in the eyes. "C'mon, just tell me you want to show your father you have grown up to be a fine slut he can never be." It didn't take seconds for Patrick's cock to go on a full mast.
Louis giggled, but he answered seriously, "What do you know about my father?"
"He was a repressed slut with a limp cock waiting for a man to open his cunt. Too bad he died first before meeting me."
"He was a devout man, but he wasn't obedient. That's why you'd always find him at odds with the clergies. When he was but a young man, he did all sorts of delinquencies. Where his friends would run away after, my father would face the priest and accepted the punishment, mostly spanking. But this attitude caught the eye of the previous Pope, and he liked him a lot. After he became a king, he turned himself to war. Well, he and his three best friends. You already met Baptiste, then Joseph, the count of Callais, and Phillipe who was the Duke of Burgundy. Together they conquered most of Franconian, Lowlands, and Transjuriana. They were undefeatable, but not for nothing. You see, my grandfather didn't care much for ruling, all he cared about was partying siring bastards. The worst part is that he was so gullible that he was easily convinced to legitimize many of them. In the early years of my father's reign, he spent reforming the military and fighting the pretenders. He was the one who expanded the military, reforming it from relying on levies which only loyal to the local lords into a proper army ready to fight for the crown."
"So, where's the good part?" Patrick said still humping Louis while staring down Charles's statue.
"Well, as I said, he conquered many lands, but the thing is, you can't just conquer a lot of lands, especially when the land you conquered belongs to a Christian. Despite being independent rulers, we Christian monarchs were still a vassal under the Holy See, a part of the long dissolved Latin Empire. It was a mighty empire spanning across the Mediterranean sea to Brittania. When it was dissolved, it didn't really dissolve. The seat of power changed from a secular ruler to the heads of faith, the Popes in the holy cities, Rome, Constantinople, Jerusalem, Alexandria, and Carthage. It didn't only give the Pope claims and direct control on all lands that belonged to the Latin empire, but also to the future lands. Now that three of the holy cities had fallen to the Muhammadans' Caliphate, the Church of Rome and the Eastern Church try to expand north by converting as many lands as possible in the Slavic regions. The secular rulers were allowed to govern themselves, as long as they follow the church's laws. That being said, the secular rulers did split into two empires, the Eastern Latin Empire and the Western Latin Empire, where my mother came from. Well, the Iberian thrones had their own successions split, into Asturias and Navarra. Francia was one of the Western Latin Empire vassals thanks to the fact that we are descendants of Charles I who united the Western Latin Empire. When the land split into three after his death, the brothers battled against each other, but eventually, the Saxon branch win the throne and claimed the Western Latin empire, leaving us as their vassals, though now the Western Latin Empire falls into the Habsburg's hands. My father realized that the Western Latin Empire was not as strong as it once was, and we grew stronger every day. So he gave independence a go. The war lasted for ten years until the previous Pope decided it was enough and gave Charles his independence and fifty spanks. But my father knew that as long as we aren't seen as equal, our independence won't last very long. So he went to numerous wars, taking more and more land from the Western Empire. Because the previous Pope liked him, he only got a few spanks."
"Are we in the good stuff yet?" Patrick said lowering Louis's trousers as he fed him his fingers. Patrick then pulled his fingers away and stuck them up to Louis's chute. He pulled Louis`s upper body to lean on him while pushing the hip forward while kept staring at Charles's statue as if he was trying to show how his son popped a boner while he was being fingered. "C'mon. Don't be shy. Show your father how slutty you are. Show him what will happen if he met me. Fuck," Patrick spat on the statue, "I'll fucking have you ride your father's statue for amusement for the feast!" He said as if he was talking to Charles.
"Ah, Patrick!" Louis moaned when Patrick roughly pushed his joy button.
"Continue cunt!"
"Ah! After conquering Transjuriana, and Franconia, my dad finally aimed for the Lowlands, and they did conquer the lands. Then during the celebratory feast they held in Amsterdam, my father caught Duke Phillipe having his own celebration by shoving teen Dutch cocks up his pussy. My dad was so furious that he flogged Phillipe the day after in public and executed the teens."
"I bet he was jealous of his best bud living the life of his dream."
"Mhm," Louis replied while grinding his ass back on Patrick's finger sensually, "Since then the relationship between the two worsened. The thing is, one of the teenage my dad executed was the heir to one of the most prominent Dutch families. It didn't take Phillipe much convincing to have them back him. But the worse didn't stop there, the Pope died, and was replaced with the current Pope, he was much younger and he was rumored to be put on the throne by Tuscany, who has influences within the Holy See. And the ruling house of Tuscany is close to Habsburg. Nobody was surprised when the Pope gave my dad an actual punishment. You see, usually when the worst punishment a monarch could have after repeating offenses is to have their ass spanked and have the ass painted so the painting can immortalize the sin in the hall of shame."
Patrick jerked Louis's hard cock while biting the neck intending to leave his marks there without breaking eye contact with the statue.
"Most of the time, they only need to be spanked for one painting. But my dad needed to do it for three paintings. My dad didn't only have to do three paintings of those, two of which were given to the Habsburgs, but he also needed to be rebaptized by the Habsburgs because the Pope said my dad has committed too many sins against God's will. The proceeding for baptism was to cleanse the worldly sin that a body has by drowning you in a piss. For a monarch, it was the highest honor to be baptized in the Pope's piss, which was how my father was baptized when he was a child. It was common for monarchs to have their own father's piss as well, but an emperor's piss was certainly more prestigious. However, instead of using their own piss, the Habsburgs decided to use peasants' piss, they specified it to be from beggars who didn't own a house, didn't even own a single piece of clothing, and hadn't cleaned themselves in days. They justified it by saying my dad was too proud of himself because he was baptized by noble's water, so they wanted to use foul piss to baptize him so he could be humbled. Of course, the Pope supported the idea."
Patrick pulled his fingers away as he now back to humping Louis again without stopping jerking him off. He pulled his trousers off and pushed his cock on Louis's hole, but not penetrating it.
"Of the three paintings he had to after, One is for the Holy See, showing my father's back kneeling while spreading his beaten red asscheeks with the Holy Keys tattoed on his left cheek and Western Empire's two-headed eagle on his right. The other two were gifts for the Habsburgs and they had full control of how they wanted the painting to be. One painting showed two armed knights carrying the Papal's Coat of Arms and the Western Latin empire's respectively, hanging my naked dad only wearing his crown by each leg upwards, showing his hard 6" cock leaned on his body while his asshole impaled on the Western Latin Empire's ceremonial sword by the hilt, his hands latched on the knights' arms for support, all while smiling and giving a peace sign. You can see the Papal keys and the two-headed eagle tattoos on his red cheeks, and this time, you can also see Habsburg's red lion tattooed on his balls. They said my dad had trouble smiling so the painters had to tickle his asshole with their paintbrushes. Ah! Yes! Right there! Ugh, the next painting is considered a masterpiece by many nobles! It was taken from above showing my dad hugging his legs to his chest while showing his asshole, this time implanted with a rose, you can also see the tattoos on each cheek and his balls forming an invisible triangle. But the thing that makes this painting so special is how it depicted my dad's expression while he was drowned in a stone basin filled with piss water. They redo the baptism just for this painting, but this time, the piss wasn't restricted, so owners of the piss changed every time the basin refilled, the painters and a Habsburg always added their piss into the mix, while the rest can be anyone from the passing monks and priests. It is said that the painting was so hard to take because they had to keep lifting my dad of the water basin to breathe and then drown him again. They wanted to capture a beautiful expression of my father while he was drowning in piss, and there were numerous times the painters had to redo the expression again and again because barely adult Maximillian, who was still the heir of the Western Empire back then, was dissatisfied with the result. It's said that Maximillian himself also helped in lifting then drowning my father and refilling the basin with piss. Both of the paintings are hung in the dining hall in Habsburg castle, and everyone can see them whenever they hold a feast."
Patrick couldn't hold it anymore nor did he has any patience left. He knew he didn't like the guy since the moment he heard how hard Charles was on Louis so to hear him being so humiliated really cheered his cock up. He slammed his cock hard tearing Louis's asshole imagining it was him who humiliated Charles, and it was his piss Charles drowned in. He pulled Louis's legs up the shoulders as if he was trying to show statue Charles how his cock ravaged his son's shitter. But the story wasn't over yet.
"Ugh! Fuck me! Fuck! Phillipe managed to gain the Lowlands thrones for himself. Do you know what my dad did? He proposed Mary's hand for me, not even a year after he flogged Phillipe, her dad! He even mocked him by saying my seed could eradicate the potential sodomy-lover grandson he might have! Pepin was so mad he foretold how Phillipe would hand his daughter's hand to Maximillian. His war was all for nothing when the Burgundy united their throne, as well as the Lowlands', to the Habsburg and the Western Latin Empire. Then, years later, Transjurania's counts united their throne with the swiss, who the Pope ruled as the Western Empire's vassal. Then the Habsburgs also inherited the Franconian Throne, setting back all of my dad's accomplishments yet his humiliation remains immortalized. My dad probably has so much cum clogged in his balls that it burst into his brain. He should've taken Phillipe's advice and let those teen Dutch cocks unclog his sewer!"
"Maybe he should be like his son. Took a vacation to Ires then have the locals flood his shit tunnels with cums."
"Fuck yeah! Phillipe really fuck my dad good! Not in that way, maybe if he fuck you the way my man here fuck me, your highness, you'd be less of an ass to me! You wouldn't force me day and night to train and study without rest because your mouth would be too busy sucking cock! You wouldn't prepare me to mend your legacy and instead, you'd be preparing me to serve my man well! You wouldn't tell me to man up because you'd know it feels good to be bent and have a cock beat your stuck-up ass down! Fuck! Look how happy your son is, Your Highness!"
When Louis began talking to his dad's statue, letting his frustration out while jerking and pointing his cock at Charles's statue, Patrick felt the temperature in the room drop as a gust of wind howled inside the catacomb. Oh no, he wasn't afraid at all if ghost Charles was truly watching him. On the contrary, it got him even hotter and pounded Louis even harder while screaming, "Yeah! Look at him! Look how good my cock makes his slutty hole feel! You fucking slut! You're lucky I wasn't here when you treat my lovely bitch like shit! I'd fuck you off the throne myself and build a fucking brothel just for you and your ass, and I'll let them fuck you for free cunt! Drowning in piss?" Patrick spat at the statue, "I'd drown you in my shit! And then when you died! I'll have the druid bound you to my ancestral land and present you as their bitch! You'll ass will know no rest, cunt! But don't worry! I'll be kind enough to take back those paintings and build a fucking museum so everyone, nobles or piss-poor peasants, won't need to wait for a fucking feast to jerk off to your fucking paintings!"
Patrick slammed his cock hard into Louis's hole making Louis lean on the statue for support.
"You're my bitch! Not anyone else! Not! Even! Your! Fucking! Cock! Deprived! Father!"
"Fuck me! I am his bitch, your Highness! I am his! Fuck his cock opened my eyes and ass! If only he came sooner, he would have opened yours too! He'd bent you over and beat your ass with his cock whenever you scold me! Saving me from you like a naked knight with his shining cock!" then he imagined how Rory would bitchslapped his dad with his cock, used his mouth to clean Rory's huge cock, and then sit on his face emptying Patrick's cum into his dad's bowel, he felt his cock was ready to burst. "I am cumming!"
With that, Patrick quickly bent Louis's body over the vase as his cock spilled the cum onto his dad's flowers offering over and over again. Not long after, Patrick too flood Louis's ass with his cum and quickly told Louis to shit the cum into the vase as well. When squatted and shit the cum out, Patrick pulled his hair and made him look at his dad's statue in the eyes as he said his dad was watching. He wasn't as superstitious as Patrick, at least since the church believed the worldly trapping was gone once one was dead. But he did find the idea of shitting cum into his dad's flower offering vase appealing. Not that he would refuse what Patrick told him to do in the first place.
After Louis was done, Patrick then filled the vase with his piss. "No more flowers for your dad. I'll tell the grave keepers to fill it with their piss every day and beggars' cum every month." The expression Patrick showed clearly told Louis it was not up for debate.
If the last feast was only for Louis's courtiers, the feast this time was the feast to gloat over Frankish victory over the York. Hence, the food was far more lavish than it was yesterday. The courtyard was also opened and prepared with a stage for a performance by a bard's troupe while the ballroom was constantly filled with music from the royal orchestra. The palace was more crowded than yesterday since nobles from all over Francia and beyond came to show favor for the new Emperor.
Most notably, the two princes from two rivaling kingdoms Bohemia and Moravia, Radek and Emanuel. Radek, a brunette with black eyes, was the older of the two, in his mid-forties, hiding a good chunk of muscle under the noble garments he wore. He was taller than average and definitely had strong and big calves even covered in his trousers. Emanuel, also a brunette but with blue eyes, on the other hand, was very young, he was barely seventeen with a few freckles on his face, which made him look even younger. He was small and dwarfed when he stood side by side with Radek. Both were newly converted kingdoms by the Church of Rome, which meant they were probably going to be Western Latin Empire vassals. The fact that the two rivals attended the Western Empire rival's victory feast could be seen as direct defiance to be subjugated. Despite the families being long-time rivals, the uncle of the current king of Bohemia and the youngest son of the current king of Moravia seemed to hit it well. Well, their entourage kept insulting each other here and there and causing a scene, but Radek and Emanuel didn't show any animosity towards each other. Even when both of their entourage forced them to pay respect to Louis on his throne together, in fear of being outsmarted by the other, Emanuel respectfully let Radek speak first. When it was Emanuel's turn to speak, Patrick who had been by Louis's side this entire time noticed how Radek had been banging Emanuel's ass with his eyes. Being the best wingman that he was, he summoned Hugo and specifically order him to "help" the two.
It wasn't that hard for Hugo to make the two families busy with each other by challenging them into a drinking competition, while he sneaked Radek and Emanuel to his brothel to bond over a girl. When he knew Emanuel was a virgin, Radek was too eager to show Emanuel the rope by cumming into the girl's pussy and then letting Emanuel have his sloppy second while he guided Emanuel by shoving his 6" cock up Emanuel's virgin asshole. Soon, the girl was excused as Radek had found a better hole to store his cum into. Although he had no vendetta against Emanuel, the fact that he did had bad blood with Emanuel's dad made him a little bit rougher on the guy. He wanted to leave a mark on Emanuel's asshole that he'd always remember Radek was the one who turned his asshole into a pussy.
Emanuel wasn't complaining about the arrangement, not that he was consulted or anything, since he was too busy cumming with his 4" cock and moaning like a little bitch. He was so small that Radek could literally lift his entire body and use him like a fleshlight, which the older guy did. If only his dad knew he wasn't dancing with princesses like he was advised and instead impaling himself on the cock to entertain Radek when the guy got too bored to move. Well, at least he was dancing, albeit on a cock.
Other notable guests would be the kings of Lancaster, Mercia, and Cornwall, who were the vassals of the king of York. They clearly didn't like the king of York since they had no qualms about insulting him in front of Louis, calling him incompetent and unwise. "The fact that he allowed those barbaric heathens into our Parliament is unthinkable! If only the Pope isn't so busy he'll surely be reprimanded!"
Louis didn't bother mentioning the Pope had summoned both of them to the Holy See so clearly the Pope wasn't all that busy.
Louis was familiar with the politics of Brittania Parliament, after all, his family had arranged numerous marriages with members of Brittania Parliament. It consisted of 9 families: York, Lancaster, Mercia, Wales, Cornwall, Wessex, Sussex, East Anglia, and Northumberland. The family who owned London was the leader of the Parliament, subsequently the king of the Isle, and currently, that was the York. However, Richard, the current king, had been notorious in his reign for his harsh policy against the Parliament which tried to amass power in York's favor. It did not bid well with the rest of the members, but East Anglia and Wessex were close friends of the York, while Sussex waited for a clear winner before choosing a side. Wales, on the other hand, was bound to be loyal to the owner of London, it was part of the parliament law when it was brought to its knees by the Wessex, the then leader of the Parliament. When the Vikings took Northumberland for their own, Richard decided it was a better idea to integrate them into the Parliament instead of fighting them, which was indeed the best. Of course, the opposing party didn't like it and even used it against Richard as proof of his cowardice.
"Heh! Look at these shameless pansies here going against their king's back! I bet they kept repeating the same story over and over again, Richard this, Viking that, I am pissing my pants, wa wa I am crying like an old baby!"
The kings spoke bravely against Richard and besmirched him and the Viking, yet when the Viking in question came with a booming voice, they all cowered to the side.
"When will you old men stop with your knavery behind our back and start swinging your swords? I bet you can't get it hard anymore, that's why you can only use knives!" The man laughed at his own horrible dad joke.
Did Louis think Radek was tall? Clearly, he was mistaken. The Viking King of Northumberland was huge and fit despite being in his mid-forties! He was tall, filled to the brim with muscle, and had a clear beer gut. He was like Rory, but taller and much more of a hunk. He had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and a beard that covered most of his face, and yet, Louis could define a sharp jaw under those thick beards which paired well with his confident blue eyes.
"Speak for yourselves, Ragnar! Why are you here!?" Said the king of Mercia, clearly younger than Ragnar.
Ragnar turned his gaze into Louis, boring a hole straight into his soul, "I came because I heard of an emperor so pretty he put his wife to shame," He looked at the empty throne beside Louis, "I can't confirm the latter, but I can say he has pretty lips."
Louis didn't mention anything about Isabella's absence. He knew Stephanus was having fun with her since he heard the bishop hasn't come out of the room yet. What he didn't know was Stephanus and Isabella had already come out of the room once the feast started and the bishops from all over Francia arrived. They didn't go to the feast, however, and instead went to Stephanus's room to help Stephanus and the bishops peer study the scripture by lending her holes to them to eat.
What Ragnar did next surprised everyone present. He bent one knee in front of Louis and took his hand, kissing it, before saying, "Do you fancy a dance with me?"
The stare Ragnar gave Louis sent shivers to his body, and when the beards tickled the back of his hand, his cock harden in response. Louis was thoughtful for a while, he wanted to take the offer, but he worried about his image. Yet again, Rory had shown him yesterday that it wasn't the action that mattered, but his justification. So, After getting a pass from Patrick with a nod, he stood and let Ragnar guide him to the dance floor.
It was very clear that Ragnar wanted to show his dominance by the way he led the dance. He had Louis moved and danced around him and twirled the king around. Everyone stared and some of them whispered as they saw the tale of the beauty and the beast coming to life before their eyes. Though if Louis's courtiers were to judge, Rory was much more of a beast. Speaking of the devils, the courtiers did help in damage controls as they began gossiping as well how fun and life of parties Louis was. And how he was so well-educated and had so much respect for different cultures.
By the end of the dance, Ragnar leaned in closer and whispered, "I want to see if your ass lips are as pretty as your lips. It's up to you whether you want me to see it here in front of everyone, on the bard's stage, or on your bed. I can offer you my cabin, but you're going to have to take care of my crew as well."
Louis could feel Ragnar groping his ass in front of everyone. It wasn't a question or asking for permission either, nor can Louis refuse it.
"God, you're so smelly, my lord!" Louis said out loud, as everyone laughed at Louis's sudden remark, "Let me show you my family bathhouse. Let me tell you, it's very..." Louis trailed off as he led Ragnar to his bedroom. He knew it wasn't wise to include a lord in public like that, but in his defense, since when did a horndog have any wisdom.
Once there, Louis taught Ragnar how to french kiss using his asshole, before Ragnar undressed and presented Louis with his hair-covered body and 7" cock on top of a pair of very hairy balls. While getting his asshole torn apart, Louis was forced to get to know Ragnar's hairy armpits as he breathed through them and cleaned them with his tongue. Once Ragnar filled him with gallons of cum, Louis was told to clean the cock and gave Ragnar the bath he promised. However, Ragnar didn't want the usual bath, he wanted a tongue bath. Louis spent quite some time getting to know all of the hairs on Ragnar's body, including the ones in the deepest crack of Ragnar's asshole. Ragnar ended up feeding Louis more cum before dressing and going back to his ship.
Before Louis could even get back to the dining hall, he was ushered by a guard to a more secluded room where they often greeted their guests. In there, he could see Patrick converse with familiar faces around a huge round wooden table and a huge chest. The king of Brittany and his sons merrily spoke jovially with a man they barely knew as they showed him expensive ornaments made of glass and gems, which were the source of their new fortunes. They were obviously wasn't here only as a guest, and though Louis didn't know exactly what was their purpose, it wasn't hard to guess since the king of the Bretons had been asking for the same thing for a few years now.
The king must have known who Patrick was already, what Corentin lacked in brawn, he made up in gossiping. He might be a coward, but he sure knew how to talk, the combination Charles hated. If the sons had at least half of their father's brain, then the eldest wouldn't still be a bachelor despite being in his late twenties. Physically, all of them weren't that bad. They shared their father's frame, thin and short, almost like a skeleton. Corentin only had a five o'clock shadow on his short dirty blonde-haired head, while the sons had a smooth baby face that looked more like a foxy distrustful brat than a baby. The face wasn't ugly, if only it showed a little bit of confidence instead of looking like a nervous pervert about to get caught all the time. At the very least, the heir Alan was a tad bit taller than his father.
When Louis entered the room, Patrick quickly escorted him to take a chair beside Corentin.
"Your highness, it's been a while since the last time I see you!" Corentin spoke, "Your father would be proud to see you grow to be a fine young man, winning a war not even a year after his coronation!"
Charles always hated the sweet words, he'd complained all night whenever he met Corentin, either because Corentin made the proposal or he needed something from Brittany, that was after he openly berated the king himself openly for knowing only how to use words. Usually, Corentin would thicken his face and agreed with whatever Charles said to get something. Of course, all he ever got was humiliation and Charles would take whatever he needed from Corentin. Why would he agree, you might ask.
Well, it was because of fate. The coward Corentin met Charles when Charles studied in Rennes as Corentin's father at the time managed to elevate their cathedral to be a center of learning and glorify Brittany's naval tradition. Charles was sent to study there as a guest with many privileges akin to the king of Brittany himself, all thanks to Louis's grandfather's treaty with the king of Brittany, Louen. In exchange for a non-aggression pact and protection in trade and military, the king of Brittany paid tribute in men and taxes. Well, that was the written part, the unwritten part, the promiscuous Robert also asked for Louen's submission. There were no written details as to what "submission" entailed, but Louis heard, besides free study and essentially vacation home in Brittany's palace, it also included the king's wife. Louis also heard Robert often fucked the king himself and even took the king up his ass, but his father and Louen fervently denounced this claim.
It was also fated that during his teenage years, his father had an unknown stomach sickness and Corentin was studying medicine. Once his father knew, Corentin became his personal physician and Charles had been bullying Corentin since then, taking everything he wanted from Corentin and humiliating him whenever he got the chance. He heard his father made Corentin run in laps naked every morning and spanked him whenever Corentin did something "bad".
Corentin wasn't stupid. He knew Charles was to be the future king of Francia, so he smiled and thanked Charles after giving him a spanking. He took every insult Charles threw at him with a smile and didn't even fight back when Charles and his friends bullied him, something that infuriated Charles even more.
But Charles-Corentin's relationship wasn't a new thing, it was kind of similar to Robert and Louen's relationship, and the Francia-Brittany kings before them. Brittany had always been in a submissive relationship with their neighbor dating back to the Latin Empire. Corentin was simply following the tradition.
"It's freaking expensive in my place! My father gets one from pirating a trading vessel once and sold it for a fortune!" Patrick said waving a glass ornament in front of them, pulling Louis back to reality.
"Yes! And now that our mines produce beautiful gems, we could do more wonder with these beauties. His highness's mother was quite fond of our ornaments! If only she lived long enough to this moment, she would be ecstatic to see her son winning a war and these new colorful glasses." Corentin said expertly politely snatching the ornament off Patrick's hand.
"She did," Louis took one ornament of a swan, his mother's favorite animal, "as do the nobles," Louis said, setting the ornament down.
"Yes, we do! And I know with the betrayal of the Burgundian, it has been hard for the Frankish nobles to get their hands on these."
"I see, so you're hoping to sell these to me?"
"Of course not, your highness." If he was insulted, Corentin didn't let it show, "This one is a gift for your victory." He referred to the chest full of beautiful ornaments. "But I am sure we can work something on helping Francia with its glass production."
Louis rolled his eyes, bored. Feeling the cum in his ass was far more fun than listening to Corentin beating around the bush. He didn't have hatred for Corentin, but his father made sure he lost all of his respect for the man. And his ass wanted more cum. "So this time you're going to trade some glasses for my sister then?"
"With all due respect his highness, my son is a prince. I am sure it worth more adding to the glasses and our usual treaty."
Marriage was one of the ways to formalize the protectorate relationship, but it hadn't been done since Robert, who formalize it by giving bastards to Brittany, while Charles took everything without giving them anything. Well, technically Corentin did become Charles's on-call physician. But his father was never willing to give his sister's hand to them no matter how many times they asked. First, because Alan was even worse than Corentin. Second, why would you give anything if you can just take what you need from them?
"Yeah, I am not sure your son's worth as a prince," to everyone's surprise, Patrick replied, "If he is, don't you think princesses would be flocking him right now? All I see was him eyeing girls like a pervert, can't even speak when someone tried to talk to him, and he even grabbed Salome's breasts in front of everyone and got a well-deserved slap. Not so princely if I do say so myself." Patrick calmly drank his wine watching Corentin looked at his son aghast.
"What!? You're the one who said it would be easy since she already allowed everyone to touch her boobs yesterday!"
"Obviously, I didn't mean for you to just grab them!" Corentin tried to whisper, but his anger made him fail miserably. At the very least, Louis got to watch one of the rarest times when Corentin let go of his mask, which seemed to happen more often when his sons were within the vicinity.
"Well, if you want my sister's hand, then my demand is the same as my father, the kingdom of Brittany to be my vassal."
"But your highness, I am a king!"
"And I am an emperor!"
Corentin tried hard to swallow the next word he wanted to spit out since he knew Louis wasn't going to be happy to hear it. He might not be as hot-headed as his father, but that didn't mean Corentin could offend him. He didn't want to lose his chance to secure an alliance with Francia for him and his son for God knows if he died before securing his son's throne, Alan would literally roll the throne off a cliff.
"I am sure we can work something here." Patrick finally said.
Louis looked at him like he was crazy, and it wasn't the time to play around.
Patrick replied by slapping Louis by the ball hard, making him writhe while hugging Patrick's arm that remained on his crotch massaging it roughly.
"Please, I would love to hear your idea. You're our distant cousin and I heard you're really CLOSE with his highness. If you can make his highness popular amongst your people, I am sure you can think of something that works for both of us."
Louis opened his eyes to a smirking Corentin. Of course, the man knew about his escapades in Ires. Now that he remembered it, weren't Breton share the same ancestry with the Ires? He didn't just stumble on Patrick, he must have been looking for him.
"Well, that really depends. I see some wine containers here. Can it contain something else besides wine?"
"I think that depends on the stuff. The liquid will affect the shape of the container as well."
"Well, I want to make a precum container."
"I beg you pardon?" Corentin looked at him as if he was hearing something else.
Patrick smiled, "Why don't I just show you?"
No, Patrick didn't whip his cock out, right then and there. He lifted Louis by the crotch to sit on the table as the man screamed in pain. Patrick didn't have to worry about the guard since he already told them they were going to have some fun. Before Louis could even fathom what was happening, his trouser was ripped open and his legs pulled apart.
"C'mon, your highness, show them your precum."
Louis looked at Corentin and his sons who watched him with their open mouths as he moaned letting out some precum without even touching his cock. He didn't know why he moaned like he was cumming, but being watched by Corentin, a guy who he himself had watched being spanked by his dad, made him feel heated up. His cock got harder as they stared at him and were flooding more precum. Everyone can see how he voluntarily opened more and more of his legs as more precum leaked out.
"Fuck, he's far more eager than Hugo's whore."
Louis moaned harder while his cock bobbed letting out more precum as if he was replying to Alan.
"Uh...," Corentin coughed, "For precum, the most important part isn't the container. Precum won't last very long and would need extra stuff to make it last longer. Luckily for you, your highness, our ancestors knew a secret brewing to make precum, and even cum, last months."
"Well, I want you to prepare it for mass production, ready to be shipped to Leinster. And tributes in form of taxes and men ready for war."
"But my lord! That would be a robbery!"
"Robbery would mean I take all of your glasses as well, but I didn't. And your son is going to marry a princess instead of some old farmer lady, he should be grateful."
"Wait, Patrick! Ugh—" Louis couldn't even say anything as Patrick had been ready to slap his balls again.
"You're saying something, cunt?"
"No... I am sorry."
"Good, now, onto another matter, let's test the potential husbands' virility. Lose your trousers."
No, he wasn't talking to Louis, his trouser was ripped. He was talking to Corentin and his sons whom Patrick was sure shared blood relations since all of them looked like goldfish when shocked.
"I beg you pardon?" Corentin finally managed to regain his senses.
"I said, lose your trousers. We're going to give Salome to you, at the very least, we need to make sure all of you're well equipped in bed for her satisfaction. I might be marrying her off, but she is still my bitch's favorite sister. So either let the emperor tests your virility or the deal is off."
Realizing he had no choice, Corentin ushered Alan to lose his trousers revealing his 5" smooth thin-cut hard cock. When Alan tried to cover his cock, Corentin slapped the hands away and pushed him towards Patrick, who laid Louis on the table with the head on the edge and the sticking hard cock facing a closed-door directly to the crowded ballroom.
"Wait father, I haven't—"
"Shut up and just do it!"
Patrick chuckled as he pulled Alan by the cock and positioned it in front of Louis's half-open mouth, still couldn't believe he was going to suck fucking Alan's cock which smelled like roses.
"You act shocked when I asked to test your cock, but the smells suggest my lord and his sons have been expecting this," Patrick said while tapping Alan's balls making the guy squirm a little bit.
"We washed our cocks, we're not barbarians!" Alan finally raised his voice at Patrick's passive-aggressive, which made the guy laugh instead of offended.
"Well, since the daddy's boy has finally learned how to speak, why don't we let him show his dad if he has learned how to fuck!" Patrick shoved Alan's cock into Louis's awaiting mouth.
Shocked, Alan moaned involuntarily as Louis began milking his cock, for a good minute he only stood with his legs buckled a couple of times. He didn't even realize he was drooling or that his younger brothers were laughing at his ugly fuck face, even Corentin was chuckling while shaking his head. When his instinct kicked in, Alan began moving his hips in small but rapid thrusts while pinching Louis's tits. After five minutes, He let out a loud moan and fed Louis with his cum. His brothers laughed even more as Alan made an even uglier face. When he came to his senses, Alan pulled his cock and gave a glaring stare that shut his brothers up.
"Let your brothers laugh cause that's a fucking pathetic show. You should be grateful I didn't tell them to throw tomatoes at you. With soft legs like that, how can you even satisfy a pussy? If you want those holes to be satisfied, you need to beat that fuckers up until they're squirting. Fucking disappointing. You better hope one of your brothers can pick up your slack."
"Wait, my lord, I specifically asked the princess's hand for my eldest son!" Corentin objected.
"Don't worry, your highness, your pathetic eldest son will still marry Salome. But the marriage will allow her to fuck any of your sons. And don't give me that look. My druid had told me about the Britons, and we shared a lot of things, including our wives to our kins if we ever need to."
Corentin showed his grimace at the statement, but Patrick wasn't wrong. Even now, the practice was still fully present. Defeated, he told his sons to take turns dumping their loads into the Emperor. Patrick took quite a liking for the second son's sizeable balls, but his much shorter dick and even less stamina didn't do the guy much favor. The third was the most handsome of them all but his cock or his prowess was nothing but below ordinary. The fourth was only fifteen and the chubbiest and last the longest, also the slobbiest of them all. Where all of his brothers smelled like roses, he smelled like oil and chickens. The fifth was the youngest of them all, only a year younger than the fourth, and much like his brothers, a disappointment as well. By the fifth son, none of them lasted longer than ten minutes and Corentin was shaking his head in disappointment.
"My apologies for my sons' disappointing and pathetic performance, but you've caught them on a bad night. I hope you could understand."
"Well, you better hope you have a good night cause your cock is next, your highness."
"What!?"
"You hear me. Whip your cock out or the marriage is off."
Corentin looked at his sons' confused and awkward faces. He never showed them his cock or seen theirs. Despite wives being a free-for-all buffet in their family, and all of Britons' families for that matter, Corentin never had a fuckfest with his sons yet. He had nothing against it, and would absolutely step in if one of his sons required assistance in breeding their wives. If only any of his sons had a single wife. With that in mind, no way in hell would Corentin let his sons ruin his chance just because they couldn't stick it more than five minutes.
Corentin whipped his cock out, a 5" that look exactly like his eldest son's, as if there was any more question of their lineage. Unlike his sons, he didn't sink his cock right away and instead rest his balls on Louis's upturned nose.
And then Louis's cock jerked up when he heard the door was opened.
"Well, well what do we have here?"
He could hear Bartholomew's voice booming inside the room as the crowded voice died down quickly when he heard the door closed.
"The Britons offer his highness man-juice for the Princess. He's just checking if the babies were fit to be his relatives." He heard Patrick say.
"I thought he's married."
"It was for his eldest son."
"Well, if that's the case, don't mind me."
After some time, Louis could feel Corentin's balls relaxed on his nostrils, and then he felt someone groping his balls.
"Damn! I always knew you're a pretty one! Fuck! I usually only go for boys, but I don't mind tapping this ass." He heard Bartholomew say as he felt a finger drilling his ass.
"Yeah, smell it." He then heard Corentin say, "Your dad loved that smell, especially when they were sweating. Why do you think he always told me to run around your fucking courtyard when I am here? He loved him some au de Balls."
Patrick looked at him intrigued by what Corentin said, "Here I thought he was a chaste man like everyone said."
"Oh no, you misunderstood. He wasn't smelling my balls for testing my virility as his lovely son does right now, if that was the case, Salome would already have dozens of my grandchildren already. No, he was smelling my balls for aromatherapy."
"Right, you were Charles's physician. I never knew balls could cure a sickness. What was his sickness? In case his highness the Emperor ever requires my balls to cure him." Patrick said as he filled a glass with wine and gave it to Corentin.
Corentin drank it gleefully as he ground his balls on Louis's face. "The fuck do I know." He smirked when he saw Patrick confused. "He'd tell his friends he has bowel problem, sometimes he called it a fay-curse, some other time some demon was messing with him, then he also said it was because his sea-legs refused to land. He'd never had any."
"Really? How did you come to be his physician?"
Corentin chuckled as his cock got noticeably harder. "I could never forget that night. It was when he was studying in Rennes. I was carrying him to his bedroom, he was drunk like a dead man. He often was after he had one of his parties, and I always was the one responsible for bringing him to his room. That night, he somehow lost his pants. When I laid him on his bed, my eyes were fixed on that supple muscle ass. Not too big, but had a good shape and enough meat. I don't know what came over me that night, maybe hatred I harbored for his ass for all of those years of torment. I picked up one of his stone trophies, a small statue of him he got as a gift from a sculpture from my own father. I jammed the fucking head up his ass and he screamed as he woke up. He looked at me over his shoulder shocked, and I thought he was going to kill me. But you know what? He turned his head again and told me to continue. That fucking man, the fucking man who torment me all those years. I jammed a statue up his ass and he told me to continue!? Of course, I was shocked! And you know what he said next? He fucking called me stupid and told me sticking up things up your ass is what physicians do to diagnose! He called me stupid when he was the one with a statue's head up his butt! That man must be braindead from all of those wine, and no way in hell I am not going to get something out of it."
"I looked at the statue, then at my cock," he slapped his now hard-cock on Louis's face, "and his hole," Corentin grazed his cockhead around Louis's lips, "And I knew if I ever wanted to stick my cock up his bratty stinking asshole for some revenge, that was my only chance. I was going to die the next day, but I don't know what demon came over me, but I was risking everything. So I pulled the statue, and pushed my cock in. He was tight, but he didn't do anything until my head was in." Corentin pushed his cockhead inside Louis's mouth as well and left it there.
"He looked back at me, and I for sure thought I was dead, but when he turned his head away, I pushed more of my cock in." Corentin began pushing his cock inside Louis as well. "I laid myself on his back, and made sure all of my cock all inside his ass, and I knew he felt it too." Corentin massaged Louis's throat with his hand lightly as he felt it bulge from his cock. Not for long as he began hammering on the throat.
"I fucked him with all of my might! God had finally given me my chance for revenge, and Charles brought in on himself for being drunk! I fucked him all night, and dumped many loads inside of him. I was so tired that I slept on his back with my cock still lodged inside his ass. The next morning, I for sure thought he was going to kill me, but instead, he looked at me smiling like he was winning something as I watched him shitting my loads on his chamberpot with his cock as hard as a rock. He must've thought I found it disgusting looking at him shitting, but that dumb cunt didn't realize he was shitting my cum. I didn't feel disgusted, I feel proud! He told me my medication was shitty but he felt better. Then he told me to spend every night with him. I was shocked, but I didn't refuse. Not that I can, anyway."
"So he's been your cumdump without even knowing it? But too bad, if I had to guess, that physician he mentioned must be his first guy then. Who knew he was such a slut." Patrick smirked then massaged Louis's throat as well, "but then again, I guess slutty does run in their family."
Corentin's smirk got wider, "I thought that was the case as well. But I tried to pry on that physician only to find out he never had any physician before me."
"Fucker! You actually pop that bitch's cherry!?"
"Damn right! He always said I was medicating him, he never elaborated that it was my cock that treat his asspussy! We pretended it was the case, I guess acting got his rocks off. But if he was going to have fun with the charade, I am going to have fun with it as well."
"Fuck yeah!" Bartholomew cheered as he worked Louis's cock and hole up.
"I told him for his medication he should let his asshole basked under sunlight every morning. Since then, if you looked at Charles's balcony, you can see his `sun' holding a staring game at the sun! If you're lucky, you could see it leaked out my medication as well!"
"And he didn't say anything!? Bullshit! I thought he would punch you right after you told him to do that!"
"I couldn't believe it as well! But it didn't stop there. Once at his tourney match, he asked me for help to win the match with medication, so I gave him itch powder all over his body. Not only did he lose the match, but he also rolled around on the ground like a fucking worm! And you know what, in the next match, he asked me for something better. So I told him to get naked when the itch came. Everyone could see his dick flopping around at the end of every match after!"
"That wasn't the first or the only time I mess with him. He asked me a good way to build muscle, I told him I am going to kick him on the balls. That became one of the routines of his training, kicking his balls in front of everyone. When his best friends asked, he convinced them it was good for your balls and baby-making. Luckily for me, I got a chance to regularly kick Baptiste and Joshep's balls as well. He also asked me for medication to make his punch stronger when he was practicing with a sandbag. So I rubbed another batch of itch powder on his asshole. Then I told him if his ass got an itch, use the sandbag to scratch it. And since he loved training shirtless, I also told him to play with his nipples and breathe like a dog in heat. Then during training, he suddenly dropped his trousers and began grounding on the fucking sandbag, sandbag! Then he cummed while panting like a bitch in heat! He got off on rubbing his asslips on a fucking sack-covered sandbag! I guess that was one of the reasons why the rumor began spreading, even the general training us asked Charles if he was okay. He only said he was feeling better as he ground his ass on the sack, even asked Baptiste and Joseph to push the sandbag harder on his ass! I also test how much I can mess with his friends, so I gave Charles a double-sided dildo made of my cock's shape. He managed to convince his best friends to have an `assercise' during their private bathtime, and of course, I got to direct them as they took turns on my dildo. They were shy in the first session, but over time, they got so comfortable they became creative with their position. Then I changed the dildo into the one that I can fill the inside with something and pumped it outside as it was used. Charles had been expelling my cum into the dildo since then. He told his friends it was medication to loosen their assmuscles."
"Fucking hell! Baptiste always insults you and here I was wondering why you just accept it! If only I knew you got his ass stuffed with your babymaker, I wouldn't be as confused! He fucking deserves it." Bartholomew said as he roughly fingered Louis.
"I also got to mess with Joseph as well. He had a problem with seasickness, so Charles asked me to treat him. I told him he needed a cock to suck when he got seasick and the cock needed to be smelly. He got a sailor with a huge ass cock and he forbade the guy to clean. He had been sucking that cock for years now. I also left gifts for Charles as well on our graduation days, a bunch of dildo replicas of cocks from the people he knew, including his dad. Specifically for your grandfather's replica, I made it out of a special gem that fade in color the often it was used."
"And your relationship continued until he was dead?"
"I didn't think it would as well. Once we graduated, I thought my time with him would be over. Then, just a few months before his first war, Charles sent me a letter to meet him on the battlefield to be his physician. I thought that man was crazy, but I have no choice but to oblige. Right as I arrived, he told me to check him in his tent. I banged him from sunrise to another sunrise. He let out a moan, something he never did, so I thought the pretense was off. I turned his body for the first time and fucked him missionary. I slapped his face until his eyes finally opened and we made out. He was stuffed with my load right before the battle. When I mentioned the kiss, he punched me. So I stuffed his sloppy ass with aphrodisiac pills and lodged a dildo, his dad cock-shaped dildo. He always brought two dildoes to wars, his dad and Baptiste's. He also brought my double-sided one for another reason, and that reason was how I know those three still hold their ass-muscle training even after graduation, regularly even during sieging or marching through the continent. And the fact that his dad's cock faded in color also told me he's been getting intimate with it. Anyway, after the siege, he brought me to a room he got after the siege and rode my cock like he was riding me to a battlefield, not that I would mind fucking him as he lead his army. The next battle and battles ever since, Charles would spread his cheeks open for me to stuff his sloppy ass with aphrodisiacs, and beside him, Joseph and Baptiste also waiting for their turn. They still asked me for those pills even to this day, too bad they didn't ask me to stuff it in them as well. I still can't believe I've been dumping my loads inside your father, and then he suddenly died. Who would've thought his son would be sucking my cock just like his father. And even sluttier than his father from what I've heard." Corentin finished his story as he picked up the pace.
"Fuck, your throat feels just like your father's!" Within a couple of minutes, Corentin moaned and sprayed Louis's throat with his cum. After Louis finished cleaning his softening cock, Corentin pulled away.
"Well. That was a decent one. But 1 out of 6 still didn't cut it. I won't cancel the marriage, but I want another clause to be added to the marriage term. Salome is free to pick any cock she wants to satisfy her from your family or not. If you agree to that, then your son can have his wedding."
Corentin wasn't that all bothered with the term. His family's expertise in potion-making ensured their fertility and it wasn't that hard to control the breeding as well. So he nodded.
"Woof, arranging marriage without Pepin? He's going to be livid when he heard this."
Hearing that, Corentin finally realized Pepin wasn't out of the picture yet, "He's right. If Pepin hears this, he won't let the marriage happen. I propose the marriage be held as soon as possible. No, I propose the Princess come with us to Rennais tonight so they can consummate their marriage. Don't worry, if we do anything you consider against our term, then you can summon the Pope for trial and said we kidnapped her. For convenience and security, the deal will be signed on paper after the wedding is held. As compensation, I'll have your... 500 of your containers ready by the end of the month."
"2000."
"2000!? Fuck sake Alan! Fine!"
"Good, I hope you can bring the Princess to our carriage then?"
"Well, Alan will come with me to fetch her. In the meantime," He approached Bartholomew, "entertain his highness. His ass is off-limits for you or anyone."
"I can handle that." Bartholomew waved his 6" veiny cut cock at Patrick before feeding everything to Louis, "Just prepare your ears for an earful of Pepin tomorrow."
Patrick nodded as he quickly made his way outside, followed by Alan who still fumbling with his trousers.
After quite some time, Alan finally realized they were walking outside of the palace. When he asked where Patrick was bringing him, he was told to shut up. So he did. Once they arrived at a lodging, he realized Patrick was bringing him to the servant's quarter. They walked across the hallway and found a young preteen, the palace's cook's youngest son, sitting guarding a door. He was shocked when he saw Patrick and tried to say something, but Patrick pushed him away and opened the door.
Right on the bed was Salome sitting, only both of her boobs were out and the cook's 2nd and 3rd sons were nursing on each side. Alan could also see someone was doing something in between the princess's legs, and even though he was covered by the gown, it wasn't hard to guess what the man was doing. All of the men had their pants down and clearly jerking their cock ready for their plan, implanting the princess's womb with their seed and forcing her to marry one of them.
When the 3rd son realized they were not alone, he quickly slapped his brother's face and kick the man between Salome's legs. The 2nd son looked and shared the same look like his brother as the blood went away from his face. The man under the gown rose up, revealing the married cook's 1st son. Three of them looked exactly the same, except their age were different and the oldest had a mustache. All of them had their boner went away.
"My lord!"
"Shut the fuck up and keep eating her out," Patrick said, cutting off the 1st son.
"What?"
Patrick kicked the man on the balls, making him crouch, then shoved him under Salome's gown. Then he turned to the two younger brothers, "Do I need to tell you fuckers everything?"
The two younger sons began nursing on Salome's boobs again, even more, vigorous than the last time.
Salome, who was also scared shitless when Patrick appeared, began losing control again when the guys pleasured her even more vigorously than before. She tried to hold them back since he also see Alan who couldn't take his eyes off of her. She disliked him, mainly because he was unattractive to her yet he kept courting her despite her numerous attempt at refusing him even humiliating the man. She slapped him just before for touching her breast calling him a pervert. Now, she was the one who had her boobs wide open, being munched by servants while being eaten out as well.
"Don't worry, my lady, I am not going to scold you. I am only here to deliver a message from your brother. You're going to be wed tonight."
"W-what?" Salome asked in between her moans.
"I know it sounds rushed, but we needed you to fulfill your duty as a princess of this kingdom. But don't worry, we won't just marry you to anyone. We're marrying you off to a prince. Well, this prince beside me is your new husband."
Salome grimaced, her face showed a conflicting expression of lust and disgust. "Nooo..."
Patrick sighed, "I know, he isn't the bachelor of the year, isn't he? He is lousy in bed as well, trust me, we've seen it. But don't worry, we make compensation for you. Something that you'd absolutely loved. In fact, it seemed you had chosen your compensation well." Patrick said as he stroked the 2nd son's 7" cock. "You're allowed to take these guys as your boy toys for you to use sexually, including all of Brittany's royal family, the Pfeffer's cocks."
Salome didn't understand a thing Patrick said, but her pussy got wetter as Patrick finished his sentence. "But.., My marriage..."
"I know you would want a marriage with love, and all of that romance bullshit, just like your brother thought he wanted. But tell you what, I've seen how you looked at my father's cock. I saw how you enjoyed the attention he was giving you, and I know you knew all of those traditions shits he talked about were bullshits."
Salome pushed the head on her crotch harder.
"See, stop lying to yourself, you like this sort of thing better."
"But I am a woman, and the church said I can only have sex with my husband."
"Why should you? How can they decide what is right and wrong, but you can't? God? How the fuck do they know God's will is their will, and not mine or yours?"
"I don't."
"You're right, we don't. But you can choose. You can choose your romantic dream of finding a knight in shining armor, marrying him, and living in a lousy castle only to be left to war. Or you can choose this. You'll have a husband, a title, a prospering household, and more importantly, all the cocks you can get to satisfy yourself. Tell me what do you want?" Patrick kick the 1st son lightly and the man received the message well and began going to town on her pussy.
"Lord! This! I choose this!"
"Great! Now, these three are going to go with you and your soon-to-be wife to Rennais as well, they won't be servants, but... think of them as pets. Only these pets fuck your wife! Well, of course, you needed to consummate your wedding first, or not, it's up to you. Where you're going to consummate your wedding is also up to you, in your carriage tonight perhaps, I don't care."
"Wait, my lord! I have a wife!" Said the 1st son.
"Ah right. Don't worry, I'll tell the soldiers to have help with your wife while you were gone."
The 1st son looked at Patrick confused.
"Are you going to tell me you'll refuse the honor to be one of the Princess's favorite men?" Patrick hovered his hand over his sheathed sword.
"No! Of course, not my lord."
"Well, then what are you waiting for? Packed your shits up! And you! Carry the princess to her new husband's carriage." He pointed at the 3rd son, also the most muscular man there.
Patrick watched in glee when he saw the contrast between 3rd son's taller and muscular frame, carrying Salome, and thin wimpy Alan walking side by side. All of the chef's sons were far more muscular than Alan, including the preteen one.
All of these, especially those talks about Charles, did a number on Patrick's cock. It gave him numerous inspirations on what to do with Louis, who could've guessed Charles would be the one enlightening the path for Patrick to bitching Louis. Luckily he wore black trousers so nobody could notice any precum stain on them, especially not at night. His cock was craving for some Emperor's pussy, luckily for him, he just had one available.
When he arrived at the front door to the guest room where Louis was, he told the guards on the door to open it loudly. The guards looked at each other confused, but they did as was asked and opened it so loud the guests turned their heads to them. Only those who were near the door had their mouth gaped open when they saw someone lying naked on the table while jerking his cock upwards. Luckily for the Britons, he was done dumping his second loads into Louis's gut when that happen so he had time to get their trousers up before anyone noticed. The Britons, who already had their trousers up as well, looked at Patrick shocked.
"Your Highness!" Patrick's voice boomed across inviting attention to him as he entered the room.
Louis panicked when he heard the loud bang and was even more shocked when he heard Patrick. He let go of his cock only for Patrick to bring it back to his cock as the man whispered, "Keep jerking and act like you're drunk."
Louis didn't register what Patrick was saying as he could hear many steps approaching.
"Your Highness! Are you okay!? What's wrong!? What? Your balls are hurting?" Patrick said as he crushed Louis's balls when the man didn't do as he said.
Louis whimpered, but he got the massaged and jerked himself off again. He could hear the footsteps get louder and nearer, so he closed his eyes in fear.
"What happened?"
Louis heard someone say. He didn't need to see to realize the room was crowded with the guest all staring at him.
"I had no idea, but he said his cock is burning. I heard Charles's had a sickness, is it possible Louis inherited the sickness from his father?" All eyes turned from Patrick to Corentin who was caught off guard by the sudden attention.
"Ehm... Yes, yes indeed it could be the case. I remembered Charles had a similar experience, albeit it was more private than this."
"Is it dangerous? Is there any way to help his highness?" Patrick continued his act while subtly mouthing something at Corentin.
Luckily, Corentin caught what Patrick said, "It's not dangerous, but there is a way to help his highness. He needs to... erm... well... release his... stress while fixing his humor in... his ass."
Everyone awkwardly stared at each other, "I think we should leave then."
"No," Corentin said when he noticed Patrick's disagreeing look, "It would be better for his highness if he was watched. All of your humor might balance his highness's unbalanced humor."
Now that Corentin had said that, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to. Not that they did since not every day you could see an emperor jerking off and Louis's beauty was known throughout the known world. Now that they saw his smooth white cock, they couldn't help but be intrigued at the idea of seeing the beautiful cock shooting its cum.
"I know it might be embarrassing for you, your highness, but you need to finger yourself if you want your cock to feel better," Patrick said letting go of Louis's balls, then whispered, "and open your eyes and look at them, don't stop jerking."
Louis opened his eyes slowly to Patrick's worrying face. He could feel Patrick's hand pushing his head up, and he let the hand lift his head. With his hard cock sticking out between them, he could see those familiar faces. His courtiers, his vassals, even some small foreign rulers. He thought he would die of embarrassment, but he didn't. He thought he would regret it and his cock would go soften, but it didn't. He felt a surge of excitement and his went even harder. Everyone could see his cock as it leaked. Their stares and whispers only heated up his balls as they pumped more and more precum out. He thought he would be hesitant with all of those stares, but his fingers when in easily when he jammed them up into his ass as they saw him.
"Here, let me help you."
Louis heard Patrick say when he felt his legs lifted over his shoulder. Now those guests could easily see, not only his cock and balls but also him ravaging his own hole with his fingers. He didn't slow down but got even more vigorous and violent. He could no longer hold his moans in when his fingers found his prostate.
For half an hour, he let them see him fingered himself like a slut and moaned like one as well. When he could no longer hold his cum in, he let out the best orgasm he ever had. Everyone watched as his cock coated his own face with thick ropes and ropes of cum.
Hello! I know it's been a while since the last chapter, but I've been busy and expect to be busy as well for the next month. This chapter is quite a long one, as well, so it took quite some time to get it done! This chapter also has even more characters introduced as well as backstory for some of the characters!
We've finally got a look at the geopolitics of the universe. (I hope I explain it well!) As you can see, the Pope plays a huge role in the universe and you might expect proper interaction caused by religious struggle. I actually changed the name of the religion to the religion's main prophet, it works well with Islam as it change to Muhammadan, but not so much for the Christians since, well, it remains Christian.
We've also seen some past for the not so Chaste Charles! It's quite a lot in a chapter, but since he's already dead, I don't want to dwell on him too much or have chaptered build, so I decided to just tell his story in this chapter and finish it. He'll still be referenced in future chapters tho.
I hope you like this lengthy chapter and I'll be happy if you can tell me what you think about it, give me constructive criticism, or just tell me whatever.