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As darkness fell High Lord Hykselm left his palace apartments just as the screams began. Too early, he thought as he broke in to a run. Damn it, he was too late. He ran through the halls of the west wing, hoping that there was still enough time.
He entered the Great Hall at full speed only to find a pitched battle taking place. It didn't take long to see that the palace guards were quickly being overran. One of them broke from the battle to deal with what he must have thought as a new threat.
Hykselm withdrew his slender long-sword and planted it through the guard's breast before the guard had time to react. Hykselm extracted his sword and whipped past the battle as quickly as he could.
He wasn't there to fight.
Like the wind he flew through the east wing hoping he would reach his destination in time. As he rounded a corner two guards sprang up.
He raised his bloody sword and feinted to the left, slamming himself against the wall, and swung his sword with deadly precision. He slashed the guard's abdomen wide open. With a surprised look, the guard crumpled to the ground. The other guard, however, was already swinging his own sword at Hykselm. The High Lord simply ducked and allowed the sword swing right past him. He sprang back up, grabbing the guard's sword arm with his free hand. He brought up his own sword and with a grunt brought it back down with a fury. The guard realizing what was about to happen dropped his sword and tried to pull free. But it was too late, Hykselm's sword had already begun to make contact with the guard's elbow. The impact separated the guard's forearm and blood gushed from the newly made stump. For a moment the guard stood stunned but then the realization of what just happened hit him and he too crumpled to the ground.
Hykselm blocked out the guard's howling screams of pain and jumped over him continuing on to his destination.
He didn't encounter anymore guards as he flew through the halls of the east wing, until he reached the King's apartments. Four guard's blocked the entrance. Each of them already had their swords out.
He stopped running and sheathed his sword. He knew he must look like a bloody mess at the moment.
"I need to see the King," he said.
The guard's did not move.
"Fools, the palace is being overrun. The King, your King is being overthrown. Wake him up immediately," he commanded.
The guards obviously knew something was going on in the palace for them to have had their swords out. But he couldn't fathom why they hadn't woken the King. Or maybe he could. The King simply had surrounded himself with fools, even his own personal guards were fools. They were all fools, he thought, including the King.
One of the guards slipped through in to the King's chambers. Moments later the guard returned and announced he could enter.
Hykselm walked through the doors. The guards hadn't even asked him to give up his sword. Fools.
"Your highness," he said upon entering. "I am sorry to disturb you."
The King looked up and gasped in horror when he saw the blood soaked High Lord walk in.
"What's the meaning of this High Lord Hykselm," he said. "What's happened?"
"I am sorry to come to you with bad news," Hykselm said slowly. "But I must ask you to come with me. The palace has been attacked. Your guards are being slaughtered as we speak. I fear for your safety."
"Attacked," the King said as his face paled. "That's...that's impossible."
"I wish it weren't so your highness, but it's true. We must leave immediately."
The King started to pull his clothes on.
"May I suggest you put something more...discreet on, your majesty."
The King looked up and his eyes narrowed. "Where exactly are we going High Lord," he said suspiciously.
"To my apartments. You should be safe there until the fighting subsides, then I'll find a way to get you out of the palace."
"Out of the..." he started to say but Hykselm interrupted "there is no time for this, your majesty, surely you do not want to be captured. The last I saw your guards were severely outnumbered and they would not hold the Great Hall much longer. I suggest we leave immediately."
The King finished dressing, attached his sword and pulled a gray robe around him. The King didn't argue. So he wasn't a total fool.
Hykselm ordered the guards to flee for safety and led the King back through the east wing, but instead of following the route he came, he headed to the servants chambers. It was apparent that the servants were privy to what was going on as there was no one in sight. As they passed the apartments he could hear many of them weeping.
It took much longer to transverse the narrow servant's hallways than the main route, but he couldn't risk encountering any of the fighting.
Guards were also stationed at the not-so-secret secret passageway leading from the King's bedroom. That was one of the worst kept secrets in Marzana. The passageway led to three different locations all which the other High Lords knew about. Everyone expected the King to flee that way. He probably would have done so if it hadn't been for himself.
It took more than an hour to finally make it back to Hykselm's apartments. He quickly ushered the King in and shut and bolted the door behind them.
"Now High Lord tell me what's going on. Why was the palace attacked and by whom?" he asked.
"The other High Lords have attacked the palace. They intend to overthrow you."
"WHAT," the King screamed. "TRAITORS," he hissed."Which ones?" he asked.
"Thirteen in all."
"Thirteen," the King whispered. The King's shoulders slumped. He knew that thirteen was more than enough to overthrow the King and secure the throne.
"Who do they plan on replacing me with?"
"Lord Farien. There's no way they could have chosen one of their own to take your place. An agreement like that would have taken years to procure."
The King's eyes narrowed and he said "How do you know so much about this plan, if it's happening as we speak."
"Because your majesty I was one of the thirteen."
"YOU," the King hissed again and withdrew his sword.
Hykselm smiled. "I wouldn't suggest attacking me, your majesty. I've come to your rescue and let's face it, your swordsmanship is...mediocre at best." Hykselm didn't even bother unsheathing his own sword."
The King knew Hykselm was correct.
"Why are you helping me then?"
"Because I was friends with your father and it would pain me to see you publicly executed for no more than being a fool."
The King's face paled when Hykselm mentioned an execution and then flushed bright red with the mention of fool.
"But," Hykselm continued. "my help does not come freely."
"What do you want. It's obvious I have nothing to offer...now."
"Well we'll see about that," he said with a smirk on his face. "I've always dreamed of being King, you know."
"Your point?" he said with a huff.
"For this night only you will treat me as your King. You will do as I say, as I wish. "
Before the King could object Hykselm said "Or I will have to choose whether or not to kill you on the spot, or turn you over to the High Lords. Those are your options. Choose."
The King's face paled again, but it he didn't really take him long to decide, he knew he was without any real choices.
"I...I accept your offer."
Hykselm smiled. "Is that how you address your King?"
"I'm...I'm sorry your majesty."
"That's better, now put down the sword. You won't be needing it tonight."
Gnefirti did as he was commanded.
"So tell me...your highness," Hykselm sneered. "Did you enjoy your sessions with Abarj?"
Gnefirti's face flushed red.
"Everyone knows, there's no use denying it."
"I did it to humiliate him...your majesty" Gnefirti said weakly.
"Is that so, your highness. So you didn't enjoy it when he sucked your cock? Or when you slid your dick up his ass?"
Instead of answering, Gnefirti lowered his head. Hykselm smiled. If the King had had a wife, he would have taken her just like he took the King's royal whore Abarj. Now it was time for Hykselm to have the King himself. His mouth watered at the thought. His meat was already stiff.
"That's what I thought your highness," Hykselm said sneering again. "Now I think I'm ready to have a taste of his royal highness myself. Would you like that?"
"Yes...your majesty," Gnefirti said with his head still lowered.
Hykselm rapidly removed his blood stained shirt and pants. His man-stick was throbbing with anticipation. His undershorts came off just as quickly. The sweat on his hairless body glistened in the torch light.
"Now your highness, get over here and suck my meat like you want it. If its not good enough...I may have to rescind my kind offer."
The King, who at first was reluctant, swiftly scrambled over to Hykselm and fell to his knees, immediately taking the elongated cock in to his mouth.
"Oh yes, that's good, very good, you suck well your highness," he said.
Gnefirti removed his mouth briefly and said "Thank you, your majesty." Then he put his tongue at the base of Hykselm's pole and ran it up and down the wet shaft. Gnefirti took Hykselm's hairless balls in his mouth and sucked on those for awhile as well.
Hykselm's body quivered as Gnefirti sucked and licked his cock and the surrounding areas. He could hardly believe he had, the King himself, in his room, sucking his cock. It was almost unfathomable.
Hykselm grabbed the back of the Gnefirti's head and forced the King to take all of his prick at once. Gnefirti gagged but Hykselm didn't let go. Gnefirti grabbed Hykselm's legs and clenched them tight and squirmed. Eventually Gnefirti adjusted his throat to accept the whole package.
Hykselm's dick throbbed inside of the King's mouth. His eyes fluttered, and he threw his head back in obvious pleasure, but didn't let go of Gnefirti's head. Instead he wanted to savor this moment of having the King on his knees being forced to accept his elongated pleasure muscle.
He knew this was a moment he'd remember forever.
He allowed the King to suck him off and bring him right to the edge, but Hykselm refused to go over. He wanted this night to last as long as possible. The King could tell when Hykselm was getting close because Hykselm's breathing grew quicker and his whole body tensed up. Gnefirti would quicken the pace and tried his hardest to bring him to a climax. Hykselm didn't oblige though.
When Hykselm's cock started going numb from the sucking he knew it was time to do something different.
His mouth watered.
Hykselm grabbed Gnefirti's sleek fiery red hair and pulled his head off his saliva drenched prick. Their eyes met. Hykselm smiled.
"Stand up!" Gnefirti silently obeyed.
Hykselm grabbed the King's chin and looked in to his now humbled black eyes.
"Are you ready for me to take you? To really make you mine? Just like you made Abarj your whore?"
"Yes your majesty," the King said solemnly while he walked to the bed, stripped his clothes off and bent over. Gnefirti clutched the bed sheets bracing for what was to come.
Hykselm slid up behind Gnefirti, and admired the King's amazing figure. He grabbed the King's hips and traced a line from the from the King's neck to the crack of his ass.
Hykselm's mouth watered again. He now understood why so many women admired the King and fawned over him. Tonight he was going to have what so many of them wanted.
He wanted the King to enjoy the fucking he was about to endure so he bent down and reached under the bed where he retrieved a jar of oil. He lubed up his cock and did the same to the King's beautiful, sweet, smooth glory hole.
The King didn't move, didn't make a sound. But Hykselm saw that the King's hands were clenched in tight fists and he seemed to be holding on the bed sheets for dear life. Hykselm smiled.
He continued rubbing the oil all over his throbbing manhood until it was completely saturated. He was ready. He knew Gnefirti wasn't, nor would he ever be.
He guided his prick toward the King's puckered hole. He had to resist the urge of slamming his cock into the King's ass. He wanted it bad '96 real bad. He was already breathing hard and he hadn't even started fucking yet.
His mushroom head found the hole. He exerted a small amount of pressure on it. Gnefirti jerked. He kept pushing forward '96 slowly.
Hykselm closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. He pushed more. Just a bit harder. Almost, he thought, almost. Harder he pushed. And then the mushroom slipped in. Gnefirti grunted, and jerked again. But the King didn't cry out.
Again Hykselm had to suppress the urge to shove his rod all the way in. He wanted to so bad. He resisted. He placed his hands on the King's smooth ass cheeks to keep himself from diving too far in to the King's glorious hole.
Slowly, he thought, ever so slowly. He was determined to make the King enjoy this night. And in order to do that, he had to go slow '96 very slow.
The King's ass was tight and the muscles inside his hole were tense.
He pushed, just a bit though. He slid in further. Barely. Gnefirti grunted again, not as loud though. He calmed his breathing.
He was fucking the King of Marzana, he thought.
An eternity passed as he continued to slide further in to the King in the smallest increments possible. His prick throbbed and raged with a fury he'd never felt before. He had fucked many women in his time from whores to noblewomen to his wife. But nothing, nothing he thought, compared to this.
He had taken the King's whores including the royal whore Abarj. But having the King himself was so much more gratifying. It was better than he expected '96'a0much better.
His hips finally touched flesh. He looked down. He was all the way in. He pushed a little more to make sure. His pole reached the end of the tunnel. There was no going farther.
Again he had to resist the urge to start fucking the King mercilessly. He slid himself out and back in again.
Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly.
The King didn't grunt and he noticed his hands weren't clenched as tightly around the bed sheets. Gnefirti was no longer holding on for dear life. He wondered though if the King was actually enjoying it yet.
In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly.
"How does it feel, your highness," Hykselm said breathlessly.
"Good, real good, your majesty," the King lied.
Hykselm smiled.
Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly.
Hykselm didn't quicken his pace even though he wanted to. Even though his ridged prick told him to do otherwise. No he remained steady and calm.
In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly.
He could tell the King was starting to loosen up. His body was no longer rigid or tense or stiff. He watched as each muscle lost its strength and began to relax. But even as the muscles relaxed his body rose up and down gaining speed. He could hear the King starting to breath heavy.
Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly. In. Slowly. Out. Slowly.
As the King's body relaxed further Hykselm suddenly had a new urge. He suddenly withdrew his elongated cock. The King breathed a sigh of relief..or maybe regret? Possibly a little of both, Hykselm thought.
"Turn over and lay on your back," Hykselm commanded.
"Yes your majesty," Gnefirti said as he stood up, swung around and fell backwards onto the bed. The King's eyes were laced with a bottled rage, Hykselm had never seen before. Hykselm simply smiled.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Gnefirti complied.
Hykselm crawled between the King's legs while running his finger slowly across the King's inner thigh memorizing the body that lay before him. The King's cock lay flaccid in a patch of reddish brown fur. His balls were big. His nipples were hard and a shade of bright pink that stood out amongst the King's fair skin.
Hykselm lowered his head in to the King's crotch and took a big whiff inhaling the royal odor. He pushed the King's legs further a part until his cheeks begin to spread as well and he could get a good look at the King's beautiful smooth pink fuck hole. He nudged his nose up against it and inhaled deeply again. So sweet Hykselm thought.
That hole was going to be his for the second time tonight, he thought. He stuck out his tongue and the tip met the hole. He licked it...gently. Then licked again. And again. And again. It tasted sweet. No pussy had ever tasted this good. The King's hole was already loosened up and he was able to easily stick his tongue into it. He shoved it inside '96 tongue fucking him. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then he started licking the outside again. The King wiggled a bit and even moaned.
Good. He's enjoying it. He wanted him to enjoy it. That made it all the more fun.
He removed his head from between the King's legs and slid up the King's body while taking his tongue and inching it slowly up his the King's body tasting the King's salty sweat as he did. FInally they were face to face. The King looked frightened. Hykselm smiled and then kissed him. Deep and passionate just like the way he used to kiss his wife when they had first been married. It took a few moments for the King to kiss him back, but reluctantly he did.
It was wondrous.
He reached down and grabbed his cock and guided to the King's hole for the second time this evening. When he was in position he started to push it in. Slowly. The King grunted, but Hykselm continued to kiss him.
Slowly he inched his way in to the hole that had amazingly already tightened back up. Not all the way, but just a enough to provide some resistance. He continued to kiss the King and held him just like he once did with his wife. The King had no choice but to accept it. He knew the King would rather get raped than endure this slow tortuous love making.
He fucked, or rather made love to, the King as slow as he could. It was almost as if time itself had slowed down. He had never even fucked his wife this slowly before. This would probably be the only time he'd ever get to have a King like this again and he was going to make sure he enjoyed it.
At some point, he didn't know how long it had been really, the King finally started to enjoy himself. He could tell by his facial expressions and how his body was completely relaxed. And each time he stopped kissing the King, the King moaned. Oh yes Gnefirti was clearly enjoying himself.
Hykselm removed his mouth and stared in to the King's eyes and he continued to slowly but surely thrust away.
The King's eyes fluttered for a moment and then he reached up and wrapped his arms around Hykselm pulling him close. Gnefirti took his ear lobe and gently bit it and said: "fuck me, please fuck me your highness."
And Hykselm kindly obeyed.
Immediately he started wildly fucking the King thrusting faster and faster like a jack rabbit. The King grunted, but with pleasure rather than pain. At least he thought so, according to the look of ecstasy plastered across the King's beautiful face. And what a beautiful face it was. Still boyish looking, not hardened yet. So clear and fair.
He couldn't focus on kissing the King at this pace and so just stared at him while the King's breathing grew heavier and heavier and the moans grew louder and louder. Every so often Gnefirti would blurt out "yes" or "fuck me" or "harder." And of course Hykselm would obey.
At this point both of their bodies were thoroughly drenched in sweat. So much so it was dripping off of Hykselm's hard body all over the King.
"Fuck me, fuck me," the King yelled. "Bloodly fuck me," he screamed as his body suddenly started uncontrollably jerking.
Hykselm wasn't sure what was happening, but it sent him over the edge and his cock swelled up and started to shoot inside Gnefirti's hole.
"Yessssssssssssssssss....oh bloodly hell!" Hykselm exclaimed as he continued to fill the King up.
The King continued to shake and then he felt him start to squirt all over his stomach and chest.
When the two of them were done blowing their loads Hykselm collapsed on top of the King mixing his sperm with their sweat. He kissed the King again deep and passionate.
With his nuts finally drained he realized he was exhausted. He removed his lips from the King's and laid his head on Gnefirti's shoulder where he ended up falling asleep, his cock still buried inside.
An hour, or maybe hours later, Hykselm awoke with his cock still buried deep inside of the King while the King was soundly asleep.
That made him horny again. He started to pump. Slowly at first to not wake the King. Gnefirti moaned in his sleep. And then his eyes popped wide open and he smiled. Hykselm kissed him and didn't waste anytime this time around fucking him fast and hard. It wasn't long before they were both once again moaning and shooting their loads.
And again they both fell asleep in each others arms.
..to be continued...
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