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Lately his dreams were occupied by a man in red. Eli could never catch his name, only those beautiful, red clothes with the gold accents. Every night that man had him in bed, the ivory sheets strewn about in the moonlight, Eli’s own white robes pulled up above his legs as the man in red and gold moved inside of him.
Those sorts of dreams were embarrassing. Eli always woke up disheveled, breath heavy and crotch burning hot. More than once, he came in his sheets to the thought of that man in red, moaning out for a person whose name he didn’t even know.
At first Eli thought they were normal dreams. Naturally, a bit on the naughty side of things, but nothing too special or peculiar. When they repeated every night for a month, however, every time in the same scenario with the same man, Eli realized they weren’t just dreams. They were visions.
More than sex, this man took Eli from the queen. Whisked him off in the night and brought him far away. That was more thrilling to Eli than the notion of losing his virginity.
Not that losing his virginity wasn’t exciting, too. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a long time coming, something he’d been anticipating for years now. He was 21 and rarely left his room. Not that he didn’t want to. There was just nowhere to go. He was not permitted to leave the castle. Even within it, the places he was allowed to go were very limited. For ten years, he’d lived this way. How terrible it is to be given the gift of knowledge; of visions and sight beyond that which the eyes can see. Of course there would always be those who sought to exploit it. When he was younger, it was his mother. When he was sold to the queen, it was she who used him.
Not to say he lived poorly. On the contrary, Eli’s life was lavish. He was given the finest food in the land, a beautiful wardrobe, even personal servants who would see to his every need. He was treated much like a prince, really, without the power that came with royal blood. The room, God, the room he was given was stunning. Eli never appreciated it more than those early mornings when he first woke up from his dreams.
Using his teeth, Eli held up the hem of his nightgown above his waist. His cheeks were flushed, breath coming short, quick. A blue pillow covered in fine white lace was clutched between his thighs as he knelt on the bed. Eli reached forward, grabbing the edges of the pillow and pushing it tight against his groin. Back and forth, back and forth, his hips moved, rubbing his sensitive length against the rough lace. Eli stared down, watching his leaking cock move into the creases in the pillow.
It never took him very long to orgasm. Eli moaned softly, closing his eyes as images of the man in red swam through his head. How perfect. How fantastic. Eli couldn’t wait to belong to him. With shaking hands, Eli brought one finger back and slowly slid it inside of himself. He imagined it was that nameless man doing it to him, fingering his ass, teasing him open until he was ready for the main event. Shudders ran through Eli’s body, making his thighs twitch around the pillow. He arched his back, pushing his finger in as deep as he could. “Oh,” he gasped, “Oh, yes, yes.” His eyes screwed themselves shut. “Harder,” he whispered to no one.
Eli moved his finger at a moderate pace, then slid a second in half way. It wasn’t much at all, but to Eli’s virgin ass, two fingers was about the most he was used to. His hand began to move quickly, sloppily. It was obvious he wasn’t used to doing this sort of thing. Eli’s free hand darted between his legs, and the man whined as he pressed his cock deeper into the lace.
He felt the edge come and held the pillow tight to his cock as he released into it, drool leaking onto the fabric in his mouth. He couldn’t begin to fathom what cum felt like inside of him, but he imagined it was warm and filling, and the thought of it made him moan. Eli kept humping the pillow, fingers inside as he rode out the high.
When he was done, Eli wrapped the pillow in his sheet to be washed by a private servant. Just in time, too, because as he finished and fixed his nightgown back down over his knees, there was a knock on the door.
Every morning he was dressed by one of the queen’s servants in beautiful, white robes adorned with gold and gems. The servant donned his robes, laced his sandals, and pulled his veil over his face. When he was younger, it was only required that he wear a blindfold. The queen said his eyes were too striking, too deep. She feared they had the power to hypnotize. When he was older, an adult, she had him cover his entire face. “You’ve become too beautiful,” she said. “I can’t risk falling in love with someone like you.”
Once Eli was properly covered, the servant went to the door, poking his head out and waiting for her majesty to arrive. Eli recognized the sound of her heels tapping along the marble floor, gradually getting closer and closer. He could see through the veil, although the world was distorted. Colors were dulled and silhouettes were blurred, but it was enough for him to be able to move about on his own. When he saw the outline of the queen approach him, Eli bowed his head, mumbling a small greeting.
“Hello, dear,” Queen Mary said softly, lowering onto the seat across from his bed. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, quite well.”
“I’m glad.” She reached out to take Eli’s hands in her own. “Read my fortune for the day, would you?”
“Of course.” Eli closed his eyes and focused for a moment on the images that played behind his eyelids. He saw the throne room. He saw himself there. He saw a woman in a skimpy outfit and a live orchestra and...and he saw a man in beautiful red clothing.
Eli’s breath hitched in his throat as he tried to hold onto the image, but it was gone already.
He saw himself thrown onto the bed, saw the same thing he saw in his dreams, felt himself growing hot and involuntarily press his legs tight together.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine...Fine, thank you, your majesty.” Although his hands had grown sweaty and tense in her grip. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed. “I see a wonderful performance. No doubt the Golden Rose Theater Troupe who are set to put on a show for you today. I see great joy. I see...a man.”
The queen tilted her head. “A man? What sort of man?”
Eli swallowed thickly. “A man in a mask. A man in red.”
“What is his name?”
“I could not tell you, my queen.” Eli’s body sagged. Readings were always difficult. They required a lot of energy, and the queen asked him for them day in and day out, consulted him on every little choice she made, be it as inconsequential as what shoes she wore out. Needless to say, it had taken years off of Eli’s life. “Forgive me.”
“Every day you tell me less and less.” Her voice was firm now. “Who is this man?”
Eli furrowed his brow. “...He is with the Golden Rose Theater, I believe. He…” If Eli was leaving that night, what was the harm in a lie? And one to make sure everything happened as it was meant to, at that? “He takes a liking to you. He’s a very kind man. Very handsome. Extend the invitation to him to spend the night.”
Mary scoffed. “Allow a strange actor to spend the night in my castle?”
“Your majesty,” Eli said slowly, “I would highly recommend it.”
She was silent then. Eli’s recommendations had steered the kingdom out of wars and the queen into riches. There really weren’t any grounds for Eli to be ignored on this issue. “A masked man in red, you say?” Eli nodded. “I shall prepare a room for him.”
Not that one would be needed. Whoever this man was would be spending the night with Eli anyway.
Before Mary left, she turned back. “You’ll be joining me for the performance. You’ve earned it.”
Eli felt his heart jump into his throat. “Yes, your majesty.” More chances to secure fate. Once she was gone, Eli began to fumble with the tie to his robes, loosening it and making sure the fabric fell around his body, hanging off of his shoulders and exposing his chest. He watched in the mirror as he sat on the bed and moved his leg to the side. A perfect upskirt shot. Wonderful.
Damn, those costumes were tight. Norton tugged at his pants, grumbling to himself about how they were never tailored correctly.
“Chin up, Ronny,” Kroto hummed as she patted her face with a makeup brush. “This may be our greatest performance yet.”
“The greatest performance I’ve ever had is the one show where my goddamn pants fit the right way.”
“Not the seamstress’ fault you have a massive...well, that’s improper for a lady to say, anyway.”
Norton scoffed, reaching into his pants and trying to readjust his problem. “And how exactly would you know about that?”
“Honey, it’s hard not to know.” Kroto rolled her eyes as she went over to Norton, grabbing the waist of his pants and yanking them up. Norton squeaked at the sudden motion. “Besides, we share a dressing room. Really, we’re like family.”
“That’s a strange family, if you ask me,” Norton grumbled. “Hey Marge, can you check if special effects are good to go? Can’t believe we had to haul everything over from the theater.”
“Do not call me Marge. I’m Kroto,” she said sternly, reaching over and pinching Norton’s cheek with the edge of her nails. “Be a little humble, would you? We’re performing for the queen! Who would have dreamed that Atropos’ Ropes would do so well?”
“Scrooge sure dreamt it, since he had the entire theater packed up within three hours.” Norton grabbed at his crotch, yanking the fabric. “These pants!”
“We’re on in five!” Sparrow yelled from around the corner. And that was that. Norton would have to go on stage with his dick pressed up against his stomach or something.
Norton was on in the first act, about ten lines in. He waited on the side of the makeshift stage (they practically built a new one in the queen’s throne room), running through his lines in his head. Not that he needed to practice. He was a natural at this.
It wasn’t hard to find the queen when he looked out into the crowd. Her jewelry alone was blinding and her dress took up nearly a quarter of the room. But perhaps more dazzling was the person who sat beside her. They were covered generously in white robes. Even their face was hidden behind a veil so that Norton couldn’t find any recognizable features. Hidden away like that, they were intriguing. Perhaps even more alluring was the way their clothing clung to their body, accentuating every swell and curve. The way they sat seemed to be purposeful, as if they were intentionally trying to show off their body. But that couldn’t be the case. Not for someone dressed so modestly. Surely, they were pure as the driven snow, and surely anything alluring about them was entirely unintentional.
“Ronald,” Scrooge hissed from behind him, “your cue!”
“Oh, right!” He’d nearly missed it. Straightening himself out, Norton took the stage, the gold of his outfit glistening under the lights. “The ropes that bind thee to me are growing strained, my dear,” he recited his lines with passion, with pain, as was appropriate for the scene. “The once strong noose from which we both dangled by our slender necks has weakened, and my tether to you threatens to break at the slightest wind.” Norton turned towards the crowd, eyes instantly finding that creature in white. Their hands were clasped together at their chest, apparently overcome by the performance already. “What will become of thee and me, Atropos? When that which binds us snaps and our lifeless bodies fall down, down, down?”
“Oh, say it is not so. Say our ropes have yet to fray!”
“I am afraid I cannot, dear Atropos. We must fall. Down, down to where? To Hell? To Earth? Or will we follow Dante, down to go up, up into heaven?”
Kroto threw herself down at Norton’s feet, clinging to his leg and wailing, “Anywhere with you is heaven, my dear! Let us continue on as this. Even if we hang, let us hang gracefully. If we swing in the wind, let the breeze be warm...Promise me?” Silence. She cleared her throat. “My dear, can you promise me?”
Norton was supposed to say something, right? Something he’d said a thousand times already. He was meant to promise a beautiful end to Atropos, an end that they would see together. The script for this section was especially beautiful, shockingly poetic. Norton had a monologue. But he was terribly distracted by that person in white, who had moved their veil to the side just slightly, just enough to peek out and see the performance, just enough for Norton to catch a glimpse of one bright blue eye and a dangle of brown hair brushing against perfectly rounded cheeks. Oh, this person was beautiful. Norton couldn’t help but stare. His mind went blank until Kroto pinched his leg, bringing him back to the show. “Y-Yes, promise? Of course I promise. Yes, I...Oh yeah.” A page of monologue summed up with an “oh yeah”. Scrooge would have his head.
As the show went on, Norton did his best to avoid eye contact with the person in white. But each time, his gaze was drawn back to them, back to that beautiful person peeking out at him shyly from behind virgin white. What a stunning view. More than once, Norton found himself stumbling over his lines.
Near the end of the first act, Norton was finally back in his element. He was delivering his lines smoothly, without issue, without distraction. At least he was. Until that person in white shifted their legs.
Norton’s breath hitched in his throat as those robes lifted up, exposing smooth calves and just a hint of full, plump thighs. Norton couldn’t help but trail upwards, up to this person’s crotch. A thin layer of lace barely covered a prominent boner. Incredible. Norton felt his own pants growing even more uncomfortable. He stared out at the audience, mouth agape, searching his empty mind for what to do next.
“Ronny,” Kroto hissed in his ear, “Say the line.”
“Uh…Oh, my dear Atropos we...we cannot be together. I think you should kill yourself.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thou art excused.” With that, Norton took a bow and hurried off stage. The baffled crew closed the curtain and confused applause scattered throughout the throne room. Ronald of Ness had never messed up a show. Not that badly, at least.
“Ronald!” Scrooge called as Norton tried to hurry off, “What the hell was that?”
“I’m unwell, send my understudy out.” With that, Norton ran out of the throne room, back to the empty closet they used as a dressing room. With heaving breaths, Norton leaned against the wall, hand finding its place over his heart. “Holy shit,” he breathed. His face was hot and his crotch hotter. Who was that person? Were they trying to seduce him? No, it must have been an accident. No way someone as pure looking as that was capable of seduction in any form of the word. Norton must have caught a glimpse of something he wasn’t supposed to. Yes, that was it. It was an accident. Something he wasn’t meant to see.
Oh God, that just made it even more arousing. Norton’s hand traveled to the large tent in his pants. It felt as though the fabric would rip. Quickly, Norton tugged his pants down his thighs, freeing his erection. His hand instantly found his length and he began to move, furiously pumping himself. He didn’t bother to stay quiet, although he probably should have. Norton worked fast. He had to get rid of this problem quickly, before someone came into the dressing room.
Closing his eyes, Norton tilted his head back and bit his lip, focusing on the feeling of his hand on his cock. He pictured those white robes, pictured taking them in his hand and using the fabric to touch himself. He thought about touching those soft legs, brushing back that viel and peering at that beautiful face. Norton moaned as he pictured sliding those sweet lacey garments down that person’s legs until they rested around their ankles. And then, oh, and then he thought about being inside of them. His hand tightened around himself, earning eager moans from his own lips.
The plan was to finish as fast as possible, but Norton had a habit of lasting much longer than most people could. It got frustrating at times. Norton was so focused on trying to orgasm before the performance ended that he didn’t notice the wax sealed envelope that was slid under the crack in the closet door.
There was no way the queen hadn’t heard Norton masturbating in that closet. No way. Hell, the whole castle probably heard him. No, not probably. Certainly. At the dinner table, Norton felt the eyes of his fellow actors as well as the castle staff on him. He blushed fiercely, looking away from them all and focusing instead on the plate of food in front of him.
The queen sat at the head of the table, staring at him as well, although her eyes were adoring and a bit amused instead of judgmental. Something about Norton’s botched performance and his sexual escapade in her castle had made her grow fond of him, apparently. She invited him to spend the night. He was the only actor to whom the invite had been extended. It was a great honor, one he felt he was certainly undeserving of. Mostly because he didn’t care for the queen. He was not humbled by her presence nor awed by her beauty. Instead, Norton was searching for that person in white who had sat beside her. Surely they knew each other. Perhaps that was her right hand, or her noble consort.
Norton’s wish came true faster than he imagined it would. Just as dessert was served, the queen sat up straight and clapped her hands together. “Before we finish this meal, I would like to show you all a performance of my own.” She motioned to a servant, who hurried off out of the room. “As I’m sure you know, I am a very rich and very powerful woman. This did not come to me by chance, but rather by working fate in my favor. I would like to show you all my secret weapon, of sorts.” As she said it, the servant returned, leading in the exact person Norton was hoping to see.
Instantly, he sat up straight, staring at them.
The queen motioned over to the person in white. “This is Lunar Phase. My seer. He has a very special gift and it has guided me into riches unimaginable. I would like to express my gratitude to you all for coming here today by offering you each a reading.”
Lunar Phase sat in a chair off to the side of the table. He held out his hands and said in a soft, low voice, “I can answer any question you might have. Please, approach me.”
Kroto and Scrooge practically fought tooth and nail to be the first at Lunar Phase’s side. In the end, Kroto made it first. “Do I stay the star of the Golden Rose Theater?”
Lunar Phase was silent for a moment. “No, but you move on to greater things. The Golden Rose Theater is a stepping stone for you. Your beauty and your talent are unmatched by those around you, and your luck will show itself in due time.”
Scrooge was next. “How do I make it rich?”
“Your luck is in betting. The cock fights. On the twenty-third of September this year, there is a rooster named Splinter. Bet on him.”
The old man whistled, slapping Lunar Phase on the shoulder. “This kid’s got talent.”
“Indeed he does,” Mary said with a bright smile. “Mister Ronald, would you like to go next?”
“Uh…” Norton was nearly shaking with anticipation. “Yeah...alright.” He stood and went to Lunar Phase’s side. The seer reached for his hand, making Norton’s heart skip a beat. “I don’t really have a question.”
“Then I’ll ask one for you,” the queen said excitedly. “Lunar Phase, do a love prediction for Mister Ronald, here.”
“Of course.” When he spoke, Lunar Phase’s voice sounded incredibly tired, incredibly drained. Norton frowned, trying to see any sort of expression through the opaque veil. If he could see beyond the fabric, he would have seen the lifelessness of Eli’s eyes and the frown pulling at his lips. Doing readings every day for the queen was tiring enough. Doing one for a bunch of strangers was even more difficult. “Ronald, was it?”
“Norton,” he corrected quickly. “Ronald is a stage name but you...can call me Norton.” He found himself blushing yet again.
“Norton.” Eli took a moment to sound out the name on his lips. A month of dreaming of this man and finally he had a name. Norton. How wonderful. “Then, Norton...I see a night of passion.”
“Passion?”
“Extreme passion. I see desperation. I see you and someone who has enchanted you. I see you making love. I see...a future.” He laughed a bit and Norton felt Eli’s hand shake in his grip. “I see the two of you being very happy together. You’re very fortunate, Norton, to have someone so special coming into your life so soon. Rather, they’re already here.”
Everyone was silent for a moment. Norton chewed his tongue, trying desperately to calm his nerves. The queen looked on with a dainty smile, believing that this enchantress was herself, and that she was in the presence of her future husband.
“Pardon me,” Lunar Phase said, voice wavering. He pushed himself up, teetering for a moment. “I’m feeling a bit unwell. I’ll have to retire for...for the…” Suddenly, he was falling to the side, legs giving out beneath him.
Kroto gasped and Sparrow shrieked as Lunar Phase fell onto the cold ground, sprawled out. He trembled, he shook, his breathing was labored and whimpers left his throat.
“Damn!” Norton lunged down in an all too late attempt to catch the falling man. When he failed, he stumbled closer, kneeling down and holding Eli’s shoulders. In a swift motion, he lifted Eli into his arms, making the veil fall away. Norton tensed as he saw Eli’s face completely uncovered. Even with sweat caked onto his forehead and his brow knit, the seer was beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful. Norton swallowed thickly, looking up at Mary. “What...What happened to him?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mary said with a sigh. “This will happen from time to time. He gets overwhelmed, you understand. It’s tiring work, doing what he does.”
Then why do you use him so? Norton wanted to ask. Why do you run him dry and show him off to your guests and exploit his powers to make you richer and richer? Norton’s body shook with anger. But he dare not voice that to the queen. A guard came over and lifted Eli into his arms, leaving Norton with nothing to hold onto but his own two hands. He wrung them together, fighting back the urge to scream at the queen. How dare you ruin such a beautiful man? How dare you leave him with nothing in him? How dare you? How dare you?
He could not voice these concerns to the queen. Of course that would see him beheaded. Instead, Norton decided he would take on the role he always did on stage and play the part of a hero.
What a beauty he was. After wandering around the castle in the dark of night, avoiding guards and servants alike, Norton finally found what he was looking for. Rather, it found him.
Eli stood against a large window, back pressed against the cold glass. Just like in his dreams, moonlight shone behind him, casting a glimmer off of his gold jewelry. He still wore his veil, hiding his face behind that obscuring sheen of mesh and lace. When Eli saw the familiar flash of red and gold approaching him, he couldn’t help but smile. “Why, if it isn’t the hero,” he hummed, pushing himself up so he sat on the window ledge. “What in the world are you doing up at this hour?”
Norton gulped, taking a step closer. “I was...looking for you, actually,” he admitted in a quiet voice.
“Me?” Eli brought his hand up to his chest, showing off the variety of rings on his slender fingers. “Why me? I thought for sure you’d be seeking the queen’s company.”
“To Hell with the queen,” Norton said suddenly, voice nearly rising above a whisper. “I see how she treats you. I want nothing to do with her. I want...you.” There it was.
Eli was silent for a moment. Beneath his veil, he was beaming. “You want me? In what sense?”
“In every sense.”
“Physically? Emotionally? Sexually? Romantically?”
“Yes...All of it.” Norton swallowed, taking a timid step closer. “I want to take you away from here. What happens after that, I have no say in. But I don’t want you to be trapped here anymore.”
“You truly are a hero,” Eli said softly, reaching out and taking Norton’s hand in his own. “Come, we’re not safe discussing this out here in the corridor. Come to my room.” He lead the way, pulling Norton behind him as he moved quickly through hall after hall, finally reaching the door tucked away in the corner.
It was a small room, yet an elegant one. The bedsheets were made of silk, the curtains too. Everything was white and gold, just like the seer himself. One would never guess Eli’s mistreatment by looking at his room.
“Lunar Phase, I-”
“Eli,” he interrupted. “Please, my name is Eli. Lunar Phase is a silly title given to make me sound more mysterious. I am Eli.”
“Eli…” Norton breathed the name and felt his gut grow warm. He moved closer, squeezing the seer’s hands. “I have a confession. During the performance earlier, when I saw you, I had to leave...I had to go...well...because you were so stunning. Even with your face covered. You’re incredibly beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Eli reached up and held Norton’s cheek, careful of the burn marks. “I think you’re beautiful too, my hero. How could I not think so when you’re the one who will take me away from this life? Your performance today, although short lived, was dazzling. I knew it would be you who would save me. And when I saw you, the feeling of comfort and love that overcame me was unmatched. I’ve been spending my nights with you for a month now in my dreams. Every night you make me yours and you save me. I already loved you when we met. Seeing you in person...it solidified everything for me. You’re far more beautiful than my mind could picture. I’m happy.” Eli leaned in, pressing his face into Norton’s chest. The man smelled of perfume. “I’m very happy right now.”
“...You said I make you mine?”
Eli couldn’t help but laugh bashfully. “Yes. Every night.”
“Is that a prophecy?”
“That’s a strong word. But, yes, In a sense.”
“Then,” Norton held tight onto Eli’s shoulders and pushed him back into the silk sheets. Eli gasped as he fell, veil flying off of his face. Norton was on top of him in a second, straddling Eli’s waist. He cupped his cheek, staring at his face, memorizing each and every feature. “I’m going to fulfill that prophecy.”
“Right now?” Eli asked breathlessly.
“Should I not? Would you like to escape first?”
“No.” Eli wrapped his arms around Norton’s neck. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I can’t satisfy myself like you can, even just in dreams. Please…” Eli sucked in a breath. “I want you. Before anything else, I want you.” With that, Eli pulled Norton down into a kiss. Having never left the castle and never having any visitors besides the queen, Eli had never gotten the chance to kiss someone before. This was his first, and it showed. Despite his confidence and his lust, he was sloppy. His lips moved awkwardly against Norton’s, sometimes pushing in too harshly, sometimes not harshly enough. Norton found the whole mess endearing, and gently led Eli into a more well-practiced kiss.
For a good few minutes, they did nothing but kiss. Norton showed Eli how to properly do it, while Eli tried his best to demonstrate that he was learning. It was a slow, tender process. Norton held Eli’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin as he slowly coaxed Eli’s mouth open. With great care, Norton slid his tongue inside of Eli’s mouth. The seer’s breath was hot as his jaw hung slack, their tongues meeting in the space in between and stroking one another slowly. When Norton pulled Eli’s tongue into his mouth and began to suck on it, that’s when Eli finally made it known how needy he already was.
With a much louder moan than he anticipated, Eli arched his back and grabbed onto Norton’s hair, yanking him closer. Kissing was innocent enough, but when one has never done it before, it can be incredibly stirring. Eli found himself growing harder by the second, until he was at the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed his hips up against Norton’s crotch (which was fairly hard itself) and began to grind against him as well as he could from beneath. Eli bucked his hips, panting and whining with every movement. He was sensitive. He was excited. Holy shit, he already felt himself approaching orgasm.
The fabric of his underwear and robes bunched together and rubbed against him in such a way that Eli found himself getting immense pleasure from just thrusting up against Norton’s body. Norton played along, humping Eli and grinding his hips down against him.
“Oh, oh,” Eli gasped, pulling out of the kiss and tangling his fingers tightly in Norton’s hair. “Oh!”
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Norton asked in a whisper. Eli shook his head. “I can tell...it’s okay. Does that feel good?”
“Uh huh.”
“Know what’ll feel better?” Norton shoved his hips down against Eli’s pinning them to the bed. Even so, Eli continued to move, pushing up against Norton. “When I touch you.”
Eli gasped. “Yes.”
“When I’m inside of you.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You’ll let me cum inside of you, right? Let me get my dirty cum all over your nice, pure insides? Oh…” Norton bit his lip. This was the tightest those pants had ever been. “I want to ruin you.”
“Ruin me!” Eli whined, throwing his head back. “I-I feel so hot.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m burning.”
“It’s okay.” Norton planted gentle kisses down Eli’s neck. “You’re going to make a mess of your clothes at this rate.”
“That’s okay...that’s okay.”
“You’ll be made dirty.”
“Dirty…”
“Filthy.”
Eli shuddered at the word. “If I’m going to be dirty, I want to be disgusting.”
That was enough convincing for Norton. He grabbed onto the front of Eli’s robes, yanking them open and exposing the soft flesh of his chest. Norton leaned in, kissing down Eli’s chest until he was just an inch above his crotch. The man beneath him was shuddering, fingers flexing around Norton’s shoulders as he silently begged for release. In one swift motion, Norton yanked off Eli’s lace underwear, letting his erection pop up. It wasn’t anything impressive. At least compared to Norton. Not like it mattered, Eli was taking it anyway.
Norton quickly hooked his arms under Eli’s knees and lifted his hips up. Before Eli could gasp his name, Norton had one hand on Eli’s ass, spreading it open for his tongue to come in and lick. That did it.
With a loud cry, Eli covered his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut, and released onto his own chest. Norton didn’t stop. He kept running his tongue around Eli’s opening, licking him open, pushing his tongue inside of him. The feeling was strange, but not unwelcome. Eli found himself grabbing at Norton’s hair again, pushing him closer. “More,” he begged. He knew where things were headed. He knew Norton wouldn’t stop until his insides were coated with cum. Oh, fuck, Eli wanted that. “Give me more.”
Norton hummed, not moving. He kept circling his tongue around Eli’s hole, coaxing it into relaxing before he pushed a finger inside. Even then, he continued to lick the area, occasionally pulling his finger out and lapping at Eli’s empty opening before pushing it back in, hard and deep. The seer’s body jerked on the bed with every motion.
“You’re beautiful, Eli,” Norton whispered between licks. “I thought so from the second I saw you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” He moved his finger faster, making Eli moan Norton’s name. “You made me a mess on stage. I’m sure you saw…” Eli laughed at that, confirming Norton’s fears. Oh well, he would deal with it later. “You were so...divine looking.”
“Divine?”
“Yes.” Norton licked his lips before dragging his tongue up along Eli’s length, up to the tip, then up his chest, licking the cum off of his skin. Eli watched, eyes glazed over with lust. His hands found their way around Norton’s neck and pet his hair, brushing it back out of his face so that he could get a good look at his new lover. “God, Eli, I’m so hard.”
Eli’s breath hitched. “Let me feel,” he said in a whisper, hands already traveling down Norton’s body. When he shifted, giving Eli full access to his dick, the seer had no trouble finding it. “Oh,” he gasped, fingers tracing along the tense fabric of Norton’s pants. “This is…”
“It’s kind of embarrassing,” Norton mumbled, looking away.
“It’s incredible.” Eli gave it a squeeze, earning a grunt from Norton. “It’s huge.”
“Yeah…?” Norton glanced at Eli, who was practically drooling. The seer nodded, hurrying to undo Norton’s pants. “You want it inside of you?”
Without even thinking, Eli spread his legs further apart. “Yes.” He’d taken it in dreams plenty of times, but of course that wouldn’t compare to the real thing. “I don’t...I…” Eli bit his lip. “I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”
“It’ll fit,” Norton reassured, spitting onto his hand and reaching down to coat his dick.
“It’s so big...I’ve never seen one like that before.” Not that Eli had ever seen any dicks besides his own. But Norton seemed to like when he said this sort of thing. “I’m a virgin,” as if that wasn’t obvious, “so be gentle, please.”
As much as Norton wanted to pound Eli until he was screaming, he agreed, nodding and kissing Eli’s cheek. “Of course.” He lined himself up against Eli, making the seer gasp. “Are you ready?”
“Uh huh!”
“Right.” With that, Norton slid himself inside of Eli, straining for a moment. As promised, he went slow. And as Eli feared, it was a tight squeeze. This was one of the rare occasions where Norton didn’t mind the tightness around his cock. “Shit,” he whispered. Eli only whined, turning his head to the side and hiding his face in the sheets.
It hurt. Holy hell did it hurt. But Norton was slow, gentle, planting kisses across his face as Eli took a moment to get used to the feeling of being full. It was something new. And when Norton started to move at a slow, gradual pace, Eli began to see sparks. “I want it,” he said instantly. “I want it.”
“Hm? What do you want?”
“Make me yours.” Eli grabbed Norton’s coat, yanking at the fabric. “Cum in me.”
Norton couldn’t help but laugh. “Eli, we just started. If I came right now I think that’d make me kind of pathetic.”
“Cum in me!” Eli shoved his hips upwards, making the both of them moan. “Cum in me, cum in me,” Eli panted heavily, eyes watching the ceiling as they rolled back in his head. “Norton, Norton, I need it.”
Norton’s breath caught. He picked up the pace, moving in and out of Eli quicker now. “You want my cum?”
“Mhm.”
“Nice and hot in you, yeah? You want it?”
“Yes!” Eli arched his back, clawing at Norton’s shoulders. “Yes, yes!”
“You’re filthy.” Norton chuckled. Eli had started out so pure. So innocent. At least in his eyes. And now here he was, squirming beneath him, taking Norton’s huge cock like a damn champ. “I want to make you pregnant,” he whispered.
“Huh?” Eli’s eyes darted towards Norton. “What?”
“I…” Oh God, now he was embarrassed. But Norton went on talking. “I’m going to cum all over you. Inside of you. You’re going...you’re going to have my babies.” He swallowed thickly. The idea was always pleasing to him, even if it was just pretend. “You want that? Want me to breed you?”
“Breed me…?” Whatever thoughts Eli would have normally had about this situation had melted away in the vat of pleasure that was currently his mind. “...Yeah.” If Norton liked it, Eli liked it. And, truth be told, Eli did kind of like it. The idea of being filled with cum, of Norton pushing in good and deep, of dirtying his insides and getting him pregnant, it all sounded good. You could probably pitch anything to Eli in that moment and he would agree. The pleasure was overwhelming. “Yeah, yeah breed me. Make me yours. I’ll have your babies. Yeah, yeah!”
Norton moaned, grabbing Eli’s hips and yanking them close as he continued to thrust. “You’re all mine, Eli. All mine.”
“Yeah, all yours,” Eli whined.
“You’ll feel so good with my filthy cum inside of you.”
“Yes!”
“I can’t wait to have babies with you.”
Eli nodded enthusiastically, heart swelling at the idea. Okay, maybe he couldn’t really get pregnant, but there was something sweet about Norton talking about the two of them having children some day. He hoped it would be a reality. No, more than that, he foresaw it. What a beautiful future he had with this man. Eli pulled Norton into another kiss, their breath mingling as the two of them gasped for air together.
As Norton moved faster, picking up the pace, Eli bit Norton’s lip harshly, moaning loudly. “You’re so big!” he gasped. “I’m going to...a-again…!”
“It’s okay,” Norton reassured, snuggling into the curve of Eli’s neck. “You can cum again.”
“Norton!” As he continued to fuck him, Eli came yet again, desperately clawing at Norton’s back and wrapping his legs around Norton’s waist as his orgasm shook him. His muscles clenched around Norton, making the man clench his teeth. Even then, he continued to move.
Norton kept fucking Eli fast and deep for what felt like, and what might actually have been, hours. Eli routinely came, each time screaming out for Norton. He and Norton were both covered in cum.
Finally, Norton felt his own release coming. Eli was a whimpering mess underneath him, spent and overstimulated. “I’m coming,” Norton whispered against Eli’s ear.
“Cum in me,” Eli begged. “Please, please, please, plea- Ah!” Eli’s eyes went wide, mouth falling open as he experienced someone cumming in his ass for the first time. In that moment, Eli became just as dirty as he wanted to be.
Norton whispered swears to himself as he continued to thrust into Eli, fucking the cum deeper into his ass. The only thought running through his mind was that he was breeding Eli, making sure they belonged to one another. Eli was shaking at the feeling of being full. It was warm, pooling in his gut and being pushed up deep inside of him. When Norton slowed, stopped, pulled out, not a drop leaked from his ass. It was too deep seeded in him.
By the time they finished, the sun was rising. The palace guards were between shifts, making their transfers to their new stations. The queen was yet to wake and Norton had a trunk full of costumes just waiting to be worn.
They left through the front door, Eli in disguise as a theater member who had stayed behind with Norton. He limped with each step, but once they were beyond the castle walls, Norton lifted Eli into his arms and carried him off. The perfect image of a hero.