Prince James Daniel Godfrey, or master as I was required to call him, had always been rumored to be quite the "eligible bachelor" around the kingdom. Of course, I had never had the opportunity of laying eyes on him. For what reason would the prince want to see some errand boy hired to clean up after his royal messes? I was responsible for shining his boots, cleaning his room, washing his clothes, polishing his armor, and even making his bed. Although, making his bed was actually more of a privilege than a chore. The way his manly, musky aroma lingered on his sheets was intoxicating and often caused me to wrap myself in them.
Throughout most of midday, the prince was either training, talking over battle strategies with the guard, or flirting with some royal guest invited over as an arranged meeting to help unify the kingdoms. The master has seen over 27 maidens from several surrounding lands and has yet to find a bride...of course rumors are being spread. This had always been his weekly routine. One day, however, as I opened the door, I came to find Prince in his room...unrobed. I immediately bowed my head and blurted out some utterance along the lines of "I cry your mercy, milord!" My face blushed red and I began to back out of the room. Prince James was quite the sight. His beautiful blonde hair was highlighted by the sunlight from the nearby window, his blue eyes (full of surprise as they were) sparkled, his chiseled pecs and abs were definitely alluring, his biceps, when followed downward, lead to a pair of masculine hands, which barely masked his massive uncut cock. I ran out into the hallway, to my chambers and buried my head in my mattress.
It wasn't long until James had sent some guards to fetch/escort me to his bedroom. This time he was fully clothed including a bright shiny crown on top of his gorgeous head. He dismissed his guards and looked me up and down a few times. Most of this time I spent staring at his boots but whenever I looked up, I was always met with a look of complete arrogance and a sarcastic smirk that drove me insane. I couldn't help but imagine how he was judging me, my body. We were about the same height, give or take a couple of inches. My muscles weren't as toned as his, but I certainly wasn't weak. My hair was dark brown, along with my eyes, and I knew his endowment was far greater than mine. That was one detail I could not resist to ponder since our earlier encounter. "Boy," James spoke in a loud, pompous manner, "pray tell why my quarters have been left in such an untidy condition?" He knew very well why. I didn't respond.
In my silence, James had gone to the window, drawn the curtains, and placed himself standing next to his bed. "Come hither." he whispered. "Pardon me, but may I request your name?" He spoke with so much more sentimentality that it made me uneasy. Why such an unpredicted change in tone? Though, I had no complaints. The room had gotten much darker. I stepped forward cautiously as I muttered my name "Zavier."
"Well, Zavier," he responded, " Thou shall at least tend to my sheets. Canst thou manage such a trivial task?"
I rolled my eyes. While I was leaning over the bed to begin my "trivial task", something happened. As I reached for the clutter of cloth, the prince grabbed my wrist which seemed to be thin enough for him to get a good grip of, turned me and pressed my chest against the wall next to his wardrobe.
"Thou shall wait until we've properly sullied them, if thou shall have me?" he breathed into my ear. What was he saying!? What was going on!?
I tried to speak, but no words could cross my lips. My face was hotter than ever before. I gave no objections.
He gently took off my shirt and dragged his index finger down the crease in my back. I shivered as every nerve in my body tingled and my muscles tensed. His finger continued downward into my trousers as he attempted to penetrate my hole. It was too tight. He began going to the ground, kissing me from my neck down to my lower back. His wet lips caused me to gasp. He paused. When I relaxed, he pulled my pants down until they were around my ankles and I felt his tongue begin to moisten and loosen my anus. My breath got heavy. It felt so good! I body squirmed as my asshole gotten more and more relaxed.
In no time, I was bent over the mattress. The white linens were soft to the touch and were slowly being coated by my precum. I began to moan quietly as the prince continued to eat my ass. I heard him giggle as he rose. He brought my legs onto the bed and gently lifted them into the air.
The room had increased in humidity since I first entered, we were both sweating, and the little light that peaked through the crack in the curtains silhouetted his body, yet I could still see his muscles glimmering. When had he taken off his clothes? I felt something very warm press against my hole. It was his cock! He carefully leaned forward and his huge man-meat started to penetrate my threshold. I thought it was going to tear! "Take deep breaths." he whispered. I did so. He continued forward and in a quick motion shoved it all of the way in. I gasped and whimpered at the same time. What just happened? That sounded feminine!
He began to pump in and out. I had never felt such a combination of pain and pleasure in my life. He started to moan and so did I. He was picking up speed and ,suddenly, all of the pain went away. He asked me to turn over. I found myself on my hands and knees, panting. My dominant lover was going even faster than before. He pressed my back downward, causing my ass to arch upward. This position allowed my prince to thrust even further into my hole. I threw my head backwards as I began to orgasm. My dick was rock hard. I started to yank on it while still managing to support myself with my other hand. As he continued to fuck my virgin ass I felt a hard smack on my right cheek. The harsh "whacking" sound echoed through the room. I winced. He caressed the welt, but repeated the same routine a couple of times .
Suddenly, he began moaning loudly. He squeezed my hips and thrusted my ass into his pelvis rapidly and noticeably harder than earlier. It didn't take long for me to start to moan along with him. I orgasmed once again, but this time I shot a large amount of cum all over the pillow in front of me. James followed shortly behind as a huge stream of his royal juice shot up my ass. I collapsed. He was still on top of me. He had just come but his cock was still as hard as stone. He continued to hump until one last couple of loads were deposited into my now very loose hole. He rolled off onto the mattress and laid on his back with his arms stretched out to the sides. I turned on my side and stared at him. We were both panting heavily. My load was oozing right next to my head which rested on a pillow. I past out from exhaustion.
When I awoke, I found that I was wrapped in his arms. My arms were together against his chest and my head was resting underneath his chin. I looked up and found myself lost in his bright blue eyes. He was now playing with my brown, curly hair and I blushed. "Good morrow, my friend." he said in a jolly tone. His smile made me melt. "How fare thee this day?" I looked downward, embarrassed. He took my chin and lifted my head until our eyes met once more. "Why dost thou shy away from mine face?"
"I know not why thou have chosen me to be thy lover." I muttered. "There be many more beauteous men in this vast kingdom. Why have thou chosen me? A simple page boy?"
He squeezed me tightly and breathed into my hear with such sensitivity that I was on the verge of tears. "Many men have claimed to have seen angels, others claim that they've even witnessed God himself, but I have seen the and thou art more a sight to behold. I know not of other men, I know only of you, my love."
My face was shaded red. I shifted my head upwards and kissed him gingerly on the lips. I was hesitant, yet sure. I was vulnerable, yet secure. I was...in love?
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