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The Royal Prisoner
Chapter 19
When Victor awoke, he felt lost for a few seconds. He did not recognize his bedroom and suddenly he perceived another person lying in bed with him. He straightened up and panicked for a fraction of a second but then everything came back to him. The prince sighed and fell back on the mattress.
It was dawn, and a shy sunlight was peeking through the heavy curtains. Victor and Hadrien's clothes were still negligently lying on the marble floor by the bedside. The prince crawled to the general and snuggled against his warm skin. The general was lying on his back and the prince slipped his head under Hadrien's armpits and rested his blond curls over his partner's shoulder blades. Victor's hand browsed his captor's exposed body, his fingertips caressed the muscled abs and pecs.
Hadrien grunted in his sleep and stopped snoring. He was slowly waking up now. Victor dropped gentle pecks all over his upper chest and straightened up to face the general. Hadrien slightly opened his sleepy eyes and Victor melted witnessing the cuteness in his lover's expression. The prince leaned and kissed one cheek after the other, he then pressed his lips against Hadrien's before slipping his tongue inside. The groggy general moaned weakly and then rolled his tongue over his morning assailant's. His rough hand clutched the prince's meaty butt while the other browsed the curly hair to slightly press their faces together.
"I missed this." Hadrien declared with a hoarse voice after breaking the kiss. "Waking up by your side."
"I missed that too." Victor answered tenderly.
The prince kissed his way from Hadrien's neck to his stomach and then kept progressing until he reached his eight inch prize. The only weapon that the Rebellion could efficiently use against Victor to stagger his loyalty was fully loaded and ready to fire. He opened his mouth and swallowed Hadrien's cockhead eagerly. Victor slipped his tongue in the urethra and tasted the precum that oozed from it. He moaned sensually and went down on the large cock to swallow everything he could manage. Hadrien had rolled-back eyes and enjoyed the ecstasy that came from feeling only Victor could provide him.
Suddenly, someone knocked at the door and entered immediately after. Lieutenant Paul Timond walked in and froze when he caught the sight of the prince giving the general a head. Victor wanted to back off Hadrien's dick, but Hadrien gripped a fistful of his blond hair and maintained him on his cock.
"My deepest apologies General. I did not mean to interrupt." Paul eventually said turning back to leave the bedroom.
"What is it Lieutenant?" Hadrien asked, denying Paul the chance to leave. Victor understood the general's intention as he knew his exhibitionist tendencies and his taste for risky sex. The prince therefore meticulously kept blowing the eight inches as if nothing happened. Paul's face was flushed, he was obviously embarrassed beyond measure. Nonetheless, he knew his duty and so he looked at Hadrien to address him, doing his best to avoid watching Victor engulfing the general's cock.
"Nothing, Sir." Paul answered before Hadrien threatened him with a stern look. "Well... uh, His Imperial Highness was nowhere to be found this morning. His servants alerted us about an hour ago when they found his bedroom empty and after a quick search, we were unable to find him. So, I came to warn you." He explained while slurping sounds escaped from the prince's mouth.
"You did well Lieutenant! The thing is that I found him before you did." Hadrien answered seriously before chuckling. Paul almost laughed but quickly regained his composure.
"Yes, Sir." Paul noticed, "I shall advise that His Imperial Highness has been found at once."
"Before you go," Hadrien added before being interrupted by Victor deepthroating his cock, making the general whimper. "Uh... before you go, I want Victor's wardrobe and personal effects transferred here, to my bedroom."
"Sir?" Paul wondered, confused.
"Victor and I are going to share this bedroom from now on." Hadrien answered with difficulty. He was getting closer and closer from his orgasm. During the whole conversation, Victor's eyes were locked on Paul's, but the lieutenant dared not to look at him. Eventually, their eyes met, and the prince provocatively stared at the soldier while his tongue rolled around Hadrien's fat cock.
"As you wish, General." Paul said. "Your Highness." He added to Victor before taking his leave from the two lovers.
Hadrien grunted loudly as the door closed and thick ropes of cum splattered Victor's throat. The prince kept sucking for a few seconds and contemplated swallowing, but he had another idea. The prince straightened up and approached his face from the general's. He pressed his lips against his lover's and Hadrien opened his mouth before receiving, to his utter surprise, his own cum from his lover's mouth. Willingly, the two partners exchanged cum and played with their tongue before swallowing the load.
"You should brush your teeth; you smell like cum!" Hadrien teased with a mischievous smile.
"Am I not allowed to have a little bit of my boyfriend's scent on me?" Victor shot back playfully.
"Is that what you want? Me to mark you as mine." Hadrien asked in a whisper. Victor stared at him right in the eye and nodded. The general smirked and seemed to be thinking about something before straightening up. "For now, I should start with my day, while you enjoy your idle life." Hadrien announced before loudly slapping Victor's right butt-cheek and slipping out of the bed.
"You mean my idle prison life." Victor corrected with a cheeky smile. Hadrien glowered and raised his eyebrows.
"If I was to set you free now, would you go?" Hadrien then asked with an inquisitive look.
"Hadrien, I was just joking, sorry!" The prince immediately apologised before getting up and taking the general's face into his hands. Hadrien pushed Victor's hands away and gave him a stern look.
"Would you go?" He repeated.
"And you? Would you set me free?" Victor shot back, a little irritated but still avoiding a direct fight.
"I asked you something Victor, please answer me." Hadrien insisted. He did not seem angry but rather extremely disappointed.
"I don't know Hadrien!" Victor admitted. "I have missed my brother every single day since I arrived here, today is no different." He confessed. Hadrien looked away and sighed. "Hey! Hadrien! Look at me!" The prince asked while once again taking the general's face in his hands. Hadrien locked his eyes in the prince's with defiance. "I love you! And I would beg my brother on my knees to let me live with you for the rest of my life without second thoughts."
"Still, you would leave me just now if you could." Hadrien pointed out.
"You don't know that, and neither do I because that will never happen!" Victor declared. "And I am not asking you to. I love you Hadrien, if I didn't my life would be easier but here we are anyway." He concluded. Hadrien sighed once more and seemed sad.
"I know, I love you too baby." Hadrien said softly before kissing his lover. "Look at us. Me keeping you here in captivity and you dreaming about leaving this place. I bet we won't win the couple of the year award." Hadrien chuckled. Victor giggled and kissed the general's lips.
"No, I don't think we will indeed." The prince confirmed with a faint smile.
"Okay, I should start with my day now." Hadrien declared before giving the prince a final peck on the lips and walking out of the bedroom.
Victor pulled the chord that rang the domestics and waited for one of them to show up. The prince was buck naked and didn't bother dressing up. When one of them eventually walked in the bedroom and caught the sight of the naked prince, the surprise was very easily distinguishable on his face.
"Your Highness?" The domestic asked, regaining his composure quickly.
"Could you please prepare a bath for me and ask for my breakfast to be served here?" Victor sheepishly demanded.
"Certainly, Your Highness." The domestic promptly answered before leaving for the bath.
Once his bath was ready, the prince walked in the hot steaming bathroom and quickly stepped in the large marble bathtub. He sighed with pleasure as his naked body dipped in the hot soapy water. Victor was still aroused from his earlier activities with the general. He caressed his crotch, and soon his cock chubbed up. The prince started jerking himself under the water as he leaned his head on the edge of the bathtub.
He closed his eyes and thought about Hadrien. He thought about how badly he wanted to be fully owned by him, how badly he wanted to give him pleasure, to be fucked senseless. He pictured the general's fat cock and how he wanted to suck it, how he wanted to feel it stretching his hole. The prince was loudly moaning in his bath as he stroked his cock frantically. The prince felt so horny, it took him very little time to reach orgasm. He shot volleys of cum in the warm soapy water as he grunted loudly. After the last drop of cum was drained from his balls, he sighed and chuckled.
"Do you want your breakfast served in your bath, Your Highness?" A domestic suggested. Victor jumped from surprise as he didn't notice he wasn't alone any longer.
"Uh... No, that's fine thank you. I will have it in the private lounge." The prince answered, regaining his composure. "Also, could you ask Paul to join me there in five minutes?" He added.
"Paul? Your Highness?" The domestic inquired, puzzled.
"Oh, yes, sorry. I meant Lieutenant Timond." Victor specified with a chuckle.
"Right away, Your Highness." The domestic declared before walking out of the bathroom. The prince got out of the bath and grabbed a towel to dry off. Victor found clean folded clothes waiting for him in the bedroom and quickly got dressed for a casual day. The prince then sat in his private lounge where his breakfast was already waiting for him, arrayed on the coffee table. A few minutes later, Paul walked in the lounge.
"You wanted to see me, Your Highness?" Paul inquired nervously.
"Do you mind having breakfast with me?" The prince suggested with a smile.
"Certainly not, Your Highness." The lieutenant answered politely.
"Oh, please drop the formal tone with me!" Victor lamented while rolling his eyes with irritation. Paul chuckled slightly and sat on an armchair.
"Are you pleased we are back to Jerash? I'm afraid our departure from Jerusalem was quite precipitated." Paul asked while pouring himself a glass of orange juice. The prince sighed, wondering what could have happened to Alexandre. He was very worried, but he knew there was nothing he could do. He tried to keep his mind busy on other things.
"I suppose." Victor lied unenthusiastically. "Hum... Paul, about what happened earlier, when you uh... you know... when I was with the general. Well, I wanted to apologise, I uh..." The prince clumsily began.
"It's nothing, really." The lieutenant interrupted him. "I am a soldier; I can assure you I've seen worse things than someone getting his dick sucked." He promptly added. Paul immediately regretted his straight-forwardness and blushed. "Well, I meant uh..." He stuttered.
"Good!" The prince wholeheartedly laughed. "I was worried I had to pay for a therapist otherwise."
"I don't think that will be necessary." Paul chuckled before drinking his orange juice. Victor smiled like an idiot, at least he had Paul to keep him company. He liked the lieutenant, fingers crossed he wouldn't be sent away, the prince thought.
The rest of the day was rather unremarkable for Victor. He scheduled some Arabic language lessons, played piano, exercised with the soldiers in the gardens and had a nap. When the prince woke up from his nap, Hadrien was on top of him and was tenderly kissing his neck and jawline. Victor grunted as he awoke slowly. The prince's hands soon were browsing his lover's back and he pressed their bodies against one another.
Suddenly, Hadrien straightened and grabbed the prince's legs, he lifted them and pulled them to Victor's chest, so he was bent in half. With a smirk, the general dived for the prince's tight hole and his tongue frantically lapped between the teenager's butt cheeks. Victor, still dazed from his nap, moaned, and was displaying a huge erection. Hadrien rubbed his tongue around and inside the pink hole eagerly as his hands spread the butt cheeks obscenely. The prince's revulsed eyes testifying of his intense pleasure.
Then, Hadrien straightened up on the bed and aimed his cock at the well lubed hole. He spat in his hand, wetted his cock with his saliva, and aimed the tip at the exposed hole. In one powerful thrust, Hadrien plunged balls deep in the defenceless hole. Victor yelped of surprise and a wave of pleasure browsed him. The prince locked his eyes in his lover's. They stared at one another as they shared this moment of intimacy, feeling utterly connected in the deepest harmony. The sound of Hadrien's balls slapping the prince's smooth butt was filling the room with lustful tensions.
"You like that little whore?" Hadrien grunted.
"Yes." The prince confessed, looking at his lover dead in the eye.
"Say it!" Hadrien commanded.
"I love being fucked by you Sir." Victor declared with a high pitch voice.
"Fuck, you're mine, slut!" The general added with a smirk. The prince nodded with a boyish expression as he was roughly pounded by his lover's thick fat cock. Victor took Hadrien's hand and guided it to his throat. The general's eyes widened, and he frowned as he understood what his lover asked him to do. The prince gently encouraged the general to tighten his grip on the teenager's throat and, hesitantly, the general obliged.
Hadrien wasn't applying enough pressure to choke Victor, even though he could have, but Victor was on cloud nine. He felt the utter yielding he was consenting to, he wanted to feel in his flesh that he was owned. The prince was thrilled by his lover's natural aggressiveness, even though he wouldn't confess it, and the general was equally turned on by Victor's submissiveness.
"I'm getting close!" Hadrien almost shouted as his breathing was becoming more erratic. His hands tightened around his lover's neck and Victor's eyes widened. The prince's vision was getting blurry and he sensed blood rushing through his face. In one final powerful thrust, Hadrien came deep in the teenager's hole.
Feeling the general's cum filling him, combined with the intense choking he was getting, Victor suddenly shivered just before an intense feeling of warmth went through him. The boy spurted ropes of cum on his stomach and up to his chest. Hadrien immediately released his lover's throat and the boy caught his breath in an audible gasp. The prince grabbed Hadrien by the neck and pulled him to his face. The two lovers made out for several minutes before the general collapsed on his back, on Victor's side.
"Let's do it again!" Victor begged after several minutes of silence during which they both caught their breath. Hadrien looked at the boy and smirked.
Maël woke up from another nightmare. The six-years-old boy, still very much shocked, started crying profusely. In the space of only a few days, everything had changed for him; He had no idea what happened to his mom and dad, or where his sister was. After the soldiers arrested his daddy, the little boy was brought to this impressive palace where complete strangers took care of him. The whole experience was highly traumatising for the little boy.
After a few minutes, the boy's bedroom door opened. Maël was heavily sobbing, but he peeked a shy look between his fingers, as his face was buried in his hands. The nineteen-year-old emperor, wearing only loose shorts and otherwise shirtless, walked to the boy, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, what's up little buddy?" Hector inquired with a tender tone.
"I... I want my daddy!" The boy lamented between sobs. Hector sighed and felt heartbroken, the emperor was only a teen and was short tempered, but as much as he hated the rebels, he was no monster. The six-years-old boy was blameless in his father's actions, and yet he was paying the high price. Hector slipped on the boy's bed and sat next to him. Suddenly, Maël jumped in Hector's arms and wrapped his little arms around the emperor's chest. Hector smiled and looked down at the boy who was crying even more now that he was safe in an adult's arms. The emperor hugged him back and kissed his hair.
The bedroom door opened again and this time a middle-aged woman, guided by a guard, quickly walked in before they halted, catching the sight of the emperor comforting the boy. The guard immediately bowed to Hector, promptly imitated by the woman.
"Your Majesty, I'm terribly sorry, I came as soon as I had been warned." The nanny apologised, looking intimidated.
"Everything's fine, you can go back to bed." Hector declared with a faint smile. "Actually, I will be the one you fetch for from now on." The emperor added, talking to the guard. The nanny bowed once more and left the room.
Maël was slowly regaining his composure as the emperor kept caressing his hair. At some point, the boy looked up at the teenage sovereign's face and the Emperor smiled back at him tenderly.
"I am thirsty." The boy whispered in a high pitch voice. Hector chuckled slightly and dried the boy's tears from his cheeks.
"Ok, let's get something to drink in the kitchen then!" Hector suggested. "But that's a secret, just between you and I, we are not allowed to be up that late! We could get in trouble!" Hector playfully warned with a smirk. "Promise me you won't tell anyone!" He added. The little boy nodded energetically as the emperor took the boy in his arms before getting up and carrying Maël downstairs.
"Can I have hot chocolate?" Maël pleaded with a hopeful tone.
"I can't see why not!" Hector agreed while walking down the large corridors, passing by the dumbfounded guards.