Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Nine: Kenet
When I came to, I was in my own bed. The horns were blowing, heralding the return of the hunters from the day’s hunt. Banquet was still a few hours away then. I sat up slowly. I was clothed in my silk sleeping clothes and I had to wonder if Seroi had dressed me, or if a maid had, or if Bear…?
Seroi. He wouldn’t have handed me over to Bear, not and kept his word of silence. He had to have brought me here himself. I slipped down my pants and inspected my cock for a wound, but I found nothing. Had I imagined that prick, the drop of blood? I pulled back my foreskin, stroking myself gently to better inspect the full length.
“Tsk. Are you that eager to see me, my prince?” Jorin stood in the doorway to the bed chamber, a grin on his face.
I looked up at him and could not help but notice he was in a similar state. “Looks like you’re the one who cannot wait.”
“Indeed.” He tossed his jerkin aside and stripped his tunic off as he approached my bed. He shed the breeches last, just a moment before he crawled atop me and flattened me against my pillows with insistent kisses. “Kenet.”
“Jorin.” The need for secrecy between us had never been higher or more evident. But now was not the time to articulate that. “Make me spill? Please?” I sounded desperate even to myself.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Please,” I begged, unable to explain. “Please please, Jorin.” I wanted him to erase the feeling of Seroi’s hand on my cock, to take away the sharpness of the memory of coming at Seroi’s command. “I need you.”
“I know,” he whispered, as he held himself above me, rubbing his cock up and down my length. “Hush now. We’ve plenty of time. I’ll make you come just like this. My cock on your cock.”
I jerked in surprise but could see the appeal of the idea. What made him think of that? He’d always used his hand to finish me before. “Yes, please. Oh, that would be perfect.”
“I know,” he said with a chuckle. “Now don’t writhe, you need to stay still for this.” He pressed my hands against the bed, pinning me in place. “You know I’m not letting you up until I come, too.”
That brought a whimper out of my throat.
“Yes, Kenet, once your stomach is slick with your milk, how good it will feel to rub my cock against you then…”
I whimpered again, my entire body taut with need now. Despite his admonition to stay still, I bucked under him. I struggled to free my hands, wanting to grab onto his arsecheeks and pull him against me harder, faster. But he held me fast.
“Please, Jorin,” I begged. “I need…”
He was silent as he rutted against me, then again his breath was hot in my ear. “Don’t hold back, my prince.”
“I’m not!” There was an edge of panic in my voice. What had Seroi done to me? Did I need his magic to reach release now, even though I hadn’t needed it before? We both panted and worked, trying to push me over the edge. I found Jorin’s eyes boring into mine, searching for something.
“Tell me to spill,” I urged him.
It was worth a try. “If you’re… you’re really going to dictate what I do, then do it.”
He chuckled and nipped at my neck with his teeth. “You’re a twisted little thing, you know that?”
“This is news? Jorin—!”
His voice was hard, a growl I hadn’t heard before. “Come then, come before I change my mind and leave you hard all through banquet, come before I punish you for failing me…”
I came. For the second time that afternoon, I jerked in orgasm, this time the pleasure flowing all the way to my toes. And quite suddenly I found Jorin’s mouth on mine, kissing me with a hungry desperation. His tongue claimed my mouth, leaving me subdued and gasping as he drove his own cock against my stomach until he threw back his head and shuddered, his own release joining mine on my skin.
He collapsed against me after that and we lay there panting for a long time before he asked, “So what happened to you this afternoon?”
“Tell you later,” I said. “Sleep. Nap. Now.”
“Yes, my prince.”
I was asleep, his weight still halfway atop me, before either of us could say another word.
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About the author: Cecilia Tan is the award-winning author of many erotic books and stories and the founder of Circlet Press.