The Prince's Servitude Pt. 02

"What are you talking about? The only thing your men were doing was being friendly which was more than what you were doing!

"You treated me shitty Loukas, and I can't begin to figure out the Laylan situation," I said feeling worn.

He shook his head "I am sorry that happened acula. I should never have put you in that room. I also did not know he would be there, nor I would have sought his company. I promise you I do not want him. I want you" he said.

"You realize how hypocritical you are right? Your past lover is literally flaunting his perfect body in my face. Even if I had lovers in the past, that does not make me a whore, Loukas." I spoke. I rubbed my eyes, feeling drained.

"I know, little prince, I know." He tilted his head. "What do you mean by even if you had lovers?"

I blushed and bit my bottom lip. He groaned. I flushed even more. Scratching the back of my head, I said, "Soooo, technically I have not had any lovers unless you count a few stolen kisses."

"What?" His confusion made me angry.

"I have done more with you than with anyone," I said fighting to keep my temper down. I knew I was angry because I was embarrassed.

"But you sucked my cock like a practiced..." he swallowed.

"Don't you finish that sentence, Loukas!"

I spun around and went to my saddle bag Madam Hildasa graciously had sent to my new room. I rummaged through it until I found what I was looking for.

I threw the book at his chest. "Here!" "This is why you big dumb oaf!"

He was standing up at this point and the book bounced off his chest and fell to the floor. Of course, it opened to a very detailed illustration of a man sticking his own fingers in his ass. I knew from my perusal it was a description of how to prepare yourself before intercourse in case a particularly girthy client did not like or have time to take those steps before jumping right in.

My embarrassment knew no bounds. I wanted to hide under the covers like a child.

He slowly picked up the book, turning the cover before he would move to my bookmarked page on fellatio. I covered my face with both hands until I felt them being tugged.

I lowered them, and his hands came up to encase my cheeks, bringing my head up.

I was not ready for the look on his face. His eyes were filled with lust and possessiveness.

"Baby, are you telling me you studied how to please me?" he asked slowly.

I nodded in his hands, unable to speak.

"Are you telling me that I was the only one to have spent in that sweet mouth, ever?" he said.

I nodded again.

One of his hands moved to brace my neck, while the other moved to my lower back, bringing me close enough to be flush with his front. Then his hand lowered further. I sucked in a breath as he dipped it inside my pants, slowly diving a finger into my crease until it tapped my quivering pucker.

"Are you telling me that no one has ever been inside you?" he said gruffly, stroking his discovery.

I nodded as my body heated up in his hold.

Suddenly, I was carried out as I was swept up over his shoulder.

He strode purposefully out of the room and down the halls as I blurted obscenities.

The few servants I saw in the halls looked just as shocked as I felt; a couple of older women gave me knowing looks. At that rate, the whole palace would know what kind of services I provided for his majesty.

It felt like an eternity, though it was probably only a few minutes before he kicked open the door to a large room. I didn't get to study it very much before I was flung off his shoulder and bounced on a bed. It smelled like him. He had taken me to his room.

My mouth dropped open as he disrobed. He looked like a god of war. His massive body was covered in hard-earned muscle. His thick thighs and rigid cock bobbed proudly as he lifted a knee on the bed.

I yelped as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

My shirt was torn off my body. My pants were ripped away, leaving me naked and my own member bobbing hard with want.

He knelt before me, looking no less impressive as he shoved my legs apart, wrapped his arms under my thighs, and pulled me till my ass hung off the edge.

I tried to close my legs remembering that I did not look like his usual elfish lover. He stopped me with a quick and stern look in the eye.

"Little Prince, I have never seen anything more perfect," he said seeming to have understood my self-conscious reaction. I relaxed my legs and bit my lip in anticipation throwing caution to the wind.

I had no time to have any additional worry about my exposed hole as he engulfed my cock. My head flew back in pleasure as he bobbed. My hands flew to my sides as I grasped the bed sheets.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I gasped. It was too much and all too soon I fell off a precipice. "Loukas! I'm going to cum." I barely had time to give a warning as I exploded into that sweet heat. I was embarrassed at how quickly I spent but he didn't stop there.

He pulled off my pink cock with a pop and tongued my balls before moving down.

"What are you doing?" I muttered in a daze.

He shoved my legs up and towards my chest, pushing my ass higher, and dove his tongue into my pucker.

I cried out in disbelief. It felt so good. I had read about this but never thought he would do this. I thought it was so vulgar when I read it, but now having felt the sensations, I knew I would never be the same.

His tongue and teeth nibbled my hole before he started prodding the opening. Soon, a finger joined the effort, searching till it found the magic button the author spoke about causing me to lose my breath.

By now, my cock was hard once again, and I was babbling incoherently.

"Please, please, please."

He rose over me, his body nearly bending me in half as he pistoned two fingers out of my hole.

"Please Loukas, please!"

"You want my cock, little acula?"

"Yes, yes!"

"You want me to steal your innocence? Breach you where no one else ever has?"

"Oh, please Loukas, take it, it's yours."

He growled and thrust a third finger into me. I yelled out at the bite of pain and pleasure. My cock leaked rivers of essence onto my stomach. He took his finger away, and I immediately felt empty.

"No! Don't stop!" I yelled in desperation.

"Oh, I am not stopping, little Prince. I am going to take what's mine," he growled.

I gulped as he lifted me and moved me closer to the center as if I weighed nothing. He sat back on his heels, lifted my hips and ass to shove a pillow underneath it. I looked down my chest to see his impressive manhood bobbing above mine. My legs were obscenely splayed open as he shuffled toward me, allowing the backs of my thighs to rest on top of his.

Sweat and cum glistened on my stomach. My chest was flushed, and I felt my hair starting to cling to my face. His eyes raked over me, getting more and more intense as he took me in. He reached over and grabbed oil, pouring it over his member, and stroking it lazily as he continued to take me in.

I whimpered. His eyes looked up at mine. I could not look away, even as I felt him move his hand guiding his thick cockhead and resting it on my opening.

He leaned forward over me, placing down an elbow, and swept my hair off my forehead.

"Loukas, please," I whispered.

I gasped into his mouth as he suddenly plugged into me, plundering both my ass and mouth.

I yelled into his thrusting tongue, but thankfully he held still. His body trembled as he waited. It didn't take long before I started actively returning the kiss and moving my ass a little to signify, I was ready.

He pulled away, rising to hold my hips, sitting back on his heels, and pulled me onto his cock with each thrust.

I cried out as what initial pain I felt it quickly turned to pleasure. I could only grasp the sheet at my side and hang on for the increasingly powerful thrusts.

How had I never done this before? Even then, I knew if I had, it would not have compared to what Loukas was doing to me now.

"Yes, yes, please!" I begged.

His grunts accentuated his pounding hips.

I reached up to grab and feel his sweaty chest. The hair there was sticking. I wanted to lick him. I maneuvered one of his hands, bringing his thumb to my mouth, and sucking on it. His eyes darkened further. He moved his hand away, grabbing both my wrists and locking them above my head as he leaned over me, bending me further as he continued his demanding tempo.

I cried out in pleasure as the new position pounded against that magical spot.

His free hand stroked down my chest before taking me in hand. I felt my body climb higher and higher, building to a crescendo I had never felt before.

I cried out as I spilled almost painfully into his fist and my stomach. He released my wrist, falling forward and pounded once, twice, and roared on a third and final push.

He collapsed down on me, chest still heaving. After a while, I gave him a little push to get some much-needed air. He pulled out and we both groaned before he fell on his back beside me.

I rolled towards him and rested my hand on his chest, needing to still have a connection. He grabbed my hand, raising it to his mouth to kiss my fingertips.

"Come acula, let us wash," he pulled me from the bed and led me to a bath already filled with water. It was not as hot as it probably had been 30 minutes ago, but easing into it was magical.

He sat behind me, stroking my neck, chest, and thighs. Wherever he could reach.

"I want you closer to me, not in that room little Prince, I am putting you right next to mine where you should have been from the beginning," he said.

"Really?" I said tentatively.

"Yes, you are mine and I want you by me, little prince."

I leaned my head back on his shoulder cautiously hopeful for the future. No matter my feelings, no I knew I could not forget my primary role as a servant. I did not know how that would translate to the growing feeling I have for my Garion King.