Chapter 4- Galbatorix Falls

WARNING! This fan fiction contains incest and sexual scenes- not for the faint-hearted! Slash- Galbatorix/ Eragon, and definite Eragon/Murtagh. Don't like it? Tough, don't read it! It is set directly after the battle of the burning plains in Eldest. Compliments and characters to Christopher Paolini- consider Eragon/Murtagh! Thanks for reading- what the hell, read on and see what you think!

Aside with shock, double shock, at discovering his sire, and also seeing his enemy bare, Eragon got to his feet, admiring the almost carved image of Galbatorix. It truly was extraordinary, however insane. His chest wasn't perfectly fit, with a little stomach on him, but covered in curly grey hair, winding down to the dip between his legs. And the next sight took Eragon's breath away. The king was exactly small, in the anatomical department. He was big, for a man of his age and fitness. Eragon stared dumbly at him before rushing over and planting fields of kisses all over his neck.

Galbatorix moaned as Eragon created a love-bite - proving that he didn't mind sharing the moment and that he wanted to go further.

"J-just go slow. I want t-to enjoy it." Eragon panted, and felt both his and his lover's hands desperately fumbling to strip him of his trousers. And they were off, both Eragon's pants and the pair's lust.

They fell onto the king's bed, snuggling, kissing, biting and feeling. The heat of the moment urged their privates closer, making them gasp. Galbatorix rolled over so he was atop the boy, and suddenly pressed his manhood over the other's.

"G-Galbatorix, inside me… get inside me. Now." Eragon whispered, hooking his legs around the king, feeling multiple tremors of desire overcoming him. Just as Galbatorix was about to penetrate him, the door opened. The lovers looked up, shocked, and accidentally, Galbatorix slipped fully into Eragon. Eragon screamed hotly, with both pain and passion, his eyes jammed shut.

He heard the drawing of a sword, a deafening roar and the sudden swish before- Eragon opened his eyes. Galbatorix still lay heavily on him, his manhood inside Eragon, but he was missing…his head. Standing over the dead man and Eragon was Murtagh.

Shortest chapter, but the most intriguing one. Continued in chapter 5!

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