by Hurri Cosmo
He was right in Joron's face, his lips hovering right over Joron's as he whispered very slowly, "You will take your sister's place...in my bed."
He descended on those lips he had wanted to kiss ever since he first saw them. He sucked hard on them, eliciting a moan from Joron, who put his hands on Aric's shoulders in a feeble attempt to push him back. Using his tongue, Aric urged Joron's mouth open and kissed him deeper. Once again, Joron melted into the kiss. Encouraged, Aric moved one of his hands to the back of Joron's neck to pull him closer into the kiss and the other hand he moved to Joron's thigh, then felt his way to Joron's growing bulge.
Suddenly the boy pulled violently away, his moans giving way to a shocked cry. He slapped Aric's hand away and pushed him on his chest with all of his might. Joron's strength was no match for Aric's but he allowed himself to be pushed back and once again waved off the guards. Joron ducked to the side, under Aric's left arm, and scrambled to his feet behind Aric. He quickly turned to face him and backed away, tripping over an end table, knocking over a heavy vase but catching it before it hit the floor.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Joron cried out, his voice shaky. He brought a hand to his mouth, wiping at it as if he could rid himself of the feeling of the kiss. "I'm a man. How can I take my sister's place?" He kept backing away.
Aric slowly turned as Joron was yelling at him. He took a step toward him again and he could see the panic in Joron's eyes as the boy quickly looked around, looking for options for escape but, of course, there were none. The double doors, the only way out, were flanked by two very large guards along with TaParn. All three of them were aware Joron would need the king's permission to leave the room, and it showed. He would never make it to the windows and open one before being tackled, and though there were few stairs on the way to this room, the boy had to know now it was actually quite a far drop to the ground. The only other door out of the room was a bedroom. Aric smiled. It would be amusing if after what just happened, that was the place he ran to.
"I am negotiating the deal, Prince Joron. If you turn my counteroffer down, I will have no other option open to me except to go to Blade Rain to collect my bride. If that is the choice, I understand, but then you must have her in your care when I arrive or believe me, there will be hell to pay. I am not someone you can cheat out of anything I have purchased."
He took another step toward Joron. Joron backed up another step as well, but the distance between them had definitely become smaller.
"For your information, Prince Joron, I have already sent the bride price to your brother. He drives a very steep bargain. You could learn a thing or two from him. So you see, I have already purchased a bride. I can't imagine I will be reimbursed nor do I want to be. So the only question to answer is who will be the bride? Your sister...or you?"
"I...she...but..."
Aric made his move. In two large strides, he was close enough to Joron to grab his arms. He swept Joron's legs out from under him and he went down. Aric held on to him so he wouldn't actually fall and hurt himself when he hit the floor but the boy was soon pinned underneath Aric, his hands held to the floor on either side of his head--Aric on his own knees, straddling Joron's hips.
"But nothing, prince. It's either you or her. Choose."
Of course, if Joron chose to sacrifice his sister, Aric wasn't sure what he would do in order to satisfy the fire that now burned unbearably hot in him. He was so hard after kissing and touching the young man, he was ready to explode, especially after knowing the boy was also attracted to him. Now simply being this close and holding down his struggling body was sending him that much further over the edge. The friction he felt on his member was becoming too much.
"What's it going to be? I want your answer now." He needed his answer. If he did not get inside this young man soon, he would lose his mind.
* * * *
Joron was too shocked to speak. He pushed back on his pinned wrists and twisted his body back and forth, but there was no way he would be able to escape from underneath the larger man. For some reason, his heart delighted at his own helplessness. He looked up into the wild eyes that up until now seemed to be stone cold. Raw lust screamed out of them now. What could he do? He couldn't go back on his word to his sister, and he believed the king would take her if he turned him down. Just as the king knew Joron would send his army to stop him from using the pass. They were at a stalemate and it looked like Joron would lose because his army was no match for Claymoor Doom's. King Aric was right. Lives would be lost and he could no more justify that than allow his sister to be handed over to this man when she was in love with someone else.
But somewhere in his heart, he knew there was a much more selfish reason he was considering this deal, thrilled at this deal. He stopped struggling. He could hear and feel the hot breath of the man looming over him as he waited for his answer. He had no choice. He would not escape this. But he was not frightened. He was trembling at the thought he was in this position, in this man's arms, at this man's mercy, but not at all from fear. The fluttering of his heart, the shortness of his breath, came from his excitement. His own hard member--trapped now, not only by his too tight pants, but between the king's thick thighs--was yet another sign. When the king had first touched his embarrassing bulge, he was shocked. He did not want this amazing man to know he had physically reacted so strongly to him. But his body ached with a need he had no idea how to fill.
However, this man seemed to know. Maybe this man could quench the raging thirst his body had.
Though there was only one answer he could give, one answer he wanted to give, before he gave it, he needed an answer, too.
"You will leave her alone?" he whispered. He truly wanted his sister happy but even more so, he wanted this man for himself. He cringed at his own possessiveness. There was no real honor any longer in his intentions.
"That is the deal on the table," Aric said through clenched teeth.
Even if it were for a single night, he would do this deal. If only to douse the flames that now burned him alive.
"Fine. Deal," he whispered.
* * * *
Oh! Deal! This beautiful boy said yes!
Aric snapped his head up to the door where his assistant and the guards were standing, "Leave us!"
He swiftly rose off of Joron and swooped him up in his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. Aric threw him down on the bed and jumped on Joron and, once he ripped the shirt he was wearing right off of him, covered him in kisses on his face, neck, and on his chest.
Then something caught his eye.
The king raised himself up, looking at Joron's body. Were those kiss marks? Was this boy not the innocent he portrayed himself to be? With a fierce growl, he tore at the rest of Joron's clothes. Joron yelled as his pants came off. The king, leaning over him, pushed his legs apart and up, and he quickly moistened a finger and finding his secret place, pushed into his opening. Joron let out a pained cry, arching his back and pushing hard on his legs to try to escape him.
Damn. With the kiss marks, he thought...
"I'm sorry," Aric whispered in Joron's ear, effortlessly holding him down. "It would appear you are a virgin. Forgive me, forgive me. As much as that relieves me, you have to know the first time will be painful. I will try to be as gentle as I can, but I'm afraid I'm well past my limit."
More painful moans escaped Joron as Aric worked, much slower now, to loosen and open him. He kissed and nuzzled Joron's neck, whispering in his ear. "Everything will be fine. I will make you feel good, too." Soon he inserted two slick fingers and moving them gently in and out, in and out, stretching as quickly as he dared. "I promise you will enjoy it."
He grunted as he rose up, pulled his fingers out, spit on them, and a third finger joined the first two. He shoved them deep, this time watching as he did. Joron once again bucked his hips, but he was no longer trying to dislodge them. Joron appeared now to be wanton, totally seductive.
A moan escaped the king's mouth as he sa
w those perfect hips rise and fall, enticing him further than he thought possible, certainly further than he had ever been. Not to mention, he thought he could come just finger-fucking this tight ass, watching his fingers, slick with more saliva, disappear again and again in the opening between those two perfectly round mounds of flesh. As he slowly worked Joron's secret place open, he watched, mesmerized, as Joron started to rock with the rhythm. Short moans came with every quick thrust of his fingers. When he went deep, Joron let out a long pleasure filled groan, lifting his hips, as if asking for something more, something bigger, something deeper.
Aric couldn't wait any longer. He took out his throbbing manhood and, shoving Joron's legs higher and farther apart, he positioned his weeping staff at Joron's entrance. He rubbed the now pulsing, loosened hole with his cock and a generous amount of pre-cum, making his way inside. He pushed in and he watched the tip disappear. He moaned as Joron's ass muscles squeezed him hard. Joron was moaning loudly through clenched teeth from the intrusion. Aric pulled back slightly, then pushed hard forward and moved farther in, hearing yet another loud cry from Joron, making him dizzy with passion. Aric breathed through it, trying to stay in control. He pushed harder.
Joron dug his fingers into Aric's arms. "Ah-h-h...it hurts," he whispered.
"I know, little one. I know." Aric took hold of Joron's flagging member and started to rub it back to life. All during that distraction, he pumped himself into Joron, going deeper and deeper, hearing Joron's moans become more rhythmic. "I'm sorry, Joron," he whispered. "I can't hold back."
With a growl, Aric caught both of Joron's wrists again and held them with one of his hands above Joron's head as he used his other hand to push Joron's thighs farther up. He pulled his cock out an inch or two and shoved hard back into him, this time, right to the hilt.
Joron cried out.
"You are so tight." Aric moaned.
The sensation was more than he could bear. He held still for a moment, allowing them both to adjust, then he started to pull back out, intending to move slowly, but he was already too far gone. He continued to rub Joron's hard cock in time with his thrusts, using Joron's pre-cum as lubricant. He watched Joron thrash back and forth underneath him. He heard him whimpering little "nos" but slowly it turned into moans of pleasure, which only fueled Aric's fire. He continued to move as slowly as he could, amazed at the incredible sensations he was experiencing himself, feelings that were brand-new.
He rose up on his knees and pulled up on one of Joron's legs, gaining better access. He drove into Joron faster then, desperate now for release. Thrusting hard and deep, he brought himself to one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had as Joron exploded into his hand with a cry, spilling cum over both of their stomachs. He rode out his own spasms, shoving himself in as deep as he could go, pumping Joron's member until there was nothing left in either one of them. He finally pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside the prince.
He couldn't believe it. He hadn't had sex in a while, but even so, he had never felt like this in his entire life. It was as if the kid knew exactly what to do, although that was certainly not the case. However, his mind wandered back to what he saw when Joron's shirt came off. He saw kiss marks. They had to be. Though it was obvious the kid was a virgin--he had no doubt about that--he still had been with someone. He wondered who. Was it a man? A woman? When? The marks were fairly fresh, so it had to have been recently. He would ask him. He would have to. For some reason he did not understand, he cared about this man and what happened to him. He would not allow anyone else to touch him. That was odd for him. Most of the time he encouraged his sex partners to have others besides him. It made it far less messy when things came to an end. But with this young man he was compelled to not allow it and that was very different.
Suddenly there was movement beside him. Joron tried to rise up out of bed and Aric stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"We're done, right?" He pulled away from him.
Aric pulled him back onto the bed. "Done? Oh my sweet and precious prince, you think we're done? We haven't even started." Aric marveled at himself and the stab of fear he had over the fact Joron could possibly slip from his arms.
Joron looked down at Aric's member. It was clear Joron was surprised, but no more than Aric was himself. It was already becoming hard again. Joron snapped his head up to meet Aric's eyes and he gasped. He tore out of his grasp and rolled off the bed. There was nowhere for the young man to actually go, but he headed for the door anyway. Aric saw the way he nearly limped. His ass had to be sore. Oh. That ass. This time, Aric promised himself, he would be gentler. There was no question Joron had enjoyed their play, but he wanted to send him to heaven this time. Aric climbed out of bed and swiftly caught the prince with a strong arm around his thin waist and threw him back on top of the bed. Aric chuckled.
"Let's see how you like it with restraints. Don't worry. I think you might enjoy it." Aric pulled off his fabric belt and quickly tied the prince's hands to the headboard, all the while the prince whimpered and struggled against him, but Aric did not miss the fact Joron was well on his way to becoming hard again as well.
He leaned down and nipped Joron's earlobe. He followed his neckline down, nipping and biting while Joron winched and cried out in lust. Aric took great joy in making his own marks on that beautiful skin as he traveled down to his chest and to the perfect, perky nipples that greeted him, begging for attention. His own lust had been calmed a bit, so now he could take his time.
"I'm going to go slowly this time. I'm going to make you beg for it," he drawled out between nips, bites, and sucks on those super sensitive nubs.
Joron shivered and arched his back into the bites. Aric laughed, his body responding immediately by sending ready signals to his once again throbbing cock. He could not remember ever being this filled with desire. He tried to stay in control as he continued down Joron's writhing stomach, nipping and marking and licking and sucking, tasting Joron's skin as well as his cum from before.
He finally was at one of his destinations, as he took Joron's hardening length into his mouth, which earned him a loud cry of shock and pleasure as Joron tried to stop it from coming out. "Let me hear your lusty voice. Tell me what you want me to do."
He sucked on Joron's cock, taking him in to the hilt, sucking hard. Joron's hips came off the bed to meet his lips. Aric pumped the base of Joron's cock with his hand as he pulled the tip back into his mouth, licking and rubbing with his teeth. Then he returned to sucking hard on the tip, running his tongue in and around the opening at the top, sucking the cum still covering it, tasting its saltiness, all the while pumping and pumping the base. He felt Joron stiffen in near orgasm. He chuckled, thinking he wasn't the only one in lust.
"Oh no, you don't." He grabbed the base of his cock and gripped it tight. He took another small tie out of the drawer in a table near the bed and tied it firmly to the base of Joron's cock. "There, now you will only come when you beg me to let you come." That earned him an exasperated cry. He looked up into Joron's tortured face. "Until you tell me what you want clearly, I won't understand you."
He pushed Joron's hips up and put a pillow under him. He could see Joron was nearly delirious with pleasure as he pushed his fingers past Joron's lips. Using his tongue, Joron made them good and wet. When Aric slowly moved his hand away, Joron continued to lick as the fingers came out of his mouth, that act alone pushing Aric right to the rim. Then he quickly inserted the digits into Joron's waiting and twitching entrance, this time two at first, pumping slowly, then he added the third. He watched his fingers come out and go in and come out and go in, hearing the sexy sounds they made--slurping, sucking and wet.
"You're still very drenched in here with my cum from before. Do you hear it? All those wet sounds, as I finger you?" He heard Joron cry out in ecstasy, bucking his hips. "If you don't tell me what you want, I won't know. Tell me, Joron, what do you want me to do?" He quickened his pace, moving his fingers faster and deeper, th
rusting with more force.
"Please..."
"Please what, Prince Joron?" Thrust, thrust, thrust. "You need more than fingers inside you, don't you?"
"Please... I... Yes!"
"Tell me what you want me to do..." Thrust, thrust, thrust.
"Please. I want you inside me!" Joron yelled out.
"As you wish."
Aric pulled out his fingers, quickly flipped Joron over to his stomach and pulled his ass up into the air, spreading his thighs wide, the pillow now under Joron's stomach. On his knees behind Joron, Aric positioned his cock at his entrance and entered swiftly, all the way, in one rough thrust. Joron cried out again and again as Aric propelled in and out of his tight body, moaning loudly himself, not believing the incredible feeling he was experiencing. He moved at a pace he had only experienced with this man. He slammed into him, finding once again it was very hard to stay in any kind of control. All he wanted right now was this rough, hard sex again and again. He loved to hear Joron's whimpers and protests, as much as he loved watching his body respond.
"Please...let me come." Joron was gasping.
Yes! It was time. Aric reached around to release the tie at the base of Joron's cock. Taking it into his hand, gripping him hard, he pumped it to the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Faster... harder..." Joron cried, his voice cracking with passion.
With those words, Aric nearly lost it. This kid, this virgin, who was obviously still in great pain, wanted it faster and harder? How could he refuse? With one hand, he steadied himself by pushing on Joron's back and pounded in and out, while still pumping Joron's cock mercilessly.