Introducing a side thread here with Uther and an original char. Total fanservice to myself and my long-standing crush on Tony Head. See Chapter 1 for warnings and info.
Theoden had never been so terrified in all his life, but his mother had insisted that he be presented to the king when he arrived at the kingdom to serve. As far as the young man was concerned, he would just as happily get to his duties as try to impress the man. Uther Pendragon was not known for his even temper, and he was terrified of saying or doing the wrong thing at the wrong moment. It took every ounce of Theo's will power to stay the urge to dance from foot to foot as he stood before the man's throne. Always an energetic young man, the formal atmosphere was like a wet blanket thrown heavily over his body. He could barely breathe through its restraining weight as he bowed to greet the man formally.
Uther's keen gaze narrowed as he observed his new servant kneeling before the throne. His thoughts remained his own even as he dismissed all others from the room, leaving him alone with Theoden. "Come here, boy," he ordered, gesturing Theoden forward. /He will do./ "Tomorrow an old friend, Sir Robert Wesley, will be visiting Camelot. As well as my needs, you will see to his. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sire, of course," the boy agreed without hesitation. He wondered if it was a test, something to prove that he actually had the skill that his mother touted. The woman's ambition knew no bounds, and Theoden - or Theo to his friends - had often wondered if he could ever live up to the expectations she set for him. "I will do all that I can to see that you and your guest are well cared for."
"Excellent," Uther's tone was clipped. One gloved hand massaged the arm of his throne, while his eyes raked over the new servant. Theoden seemed a step up from the clumsy oaf trailing after Arthur. Of course said oaf had somehow managed to save his son's life, so maybe, Uther pondered, Merlin wasn't quite as useless as he seemed. "Accompany me to my chambers," he told Theoden. "I have work for you there."
"Of course, Sire," the boy answered at once. Though he lacked the ambition for himself that his mother held out for him, Theoden took work seriously. He was an earnest young man, quiet at times but always intent and friendly. He wanted to please the king - not least because he had heard some rather unpleasant stories of what happened to those in the kingdom who failed to do so. Theoden waited until Uther began to leave the room and then fell into step a few paces behind. He knew little of the business of court, but he had a good idea of how to show proper respect at the very least.
"Close the door," Uther instructed, once he and Theoden reached his opulent bed chamber. "I wish to have a proper look at you." Turning his attention on the boy, Uther slipped off his gloves and explained, "Here in Camelot you will be expected to perform certain duties. This is a privilege for my personal servant alone." His gaze narrowed in an attempt to read Theoden's reaction before any answer was forthcoming. "Are you willing to serve your king fully?"
Never before had Theo been in a room that was so well appointed, but he tried to keep his gaze from wondering over the rich tapestries on the walls or straying to the bed covered with lush linens. As soon as Uther began speaking, the boy's bright eyes snapped to the king, though he carefully kept them lowered to avoid making eye contact directly. He'd heard that it was considered quite rude, though he'd always thought that strange. How could you read someone's reactions if you couldn't see their eyes? "Yes, sire. I will gladly do anything that you need of me," the boy agreed readily. His mind was already cataloging the things in the room and surmising what might need cleaning or re-ordering.
"Good, it pleases me to hear that." Noting the respect and manners Theoden displayed, Uther closed the short distance between himself and the boy. He reached out, cupping Theoden's chin and tilting his eyes up to meet his gaze. Uther wanted to see the servant's reaction to his request. Then and only then would he know if he had made the right choice in retaining the boy. "Undress," he ordered. "Remove your shirt. I wish to look at you."
Theoden's lips parted in sudden surprise, but his bright eyes remained locked on the king's face. Of all the things that he had ever thought to see in the man's expression - approval, pleasure, amusement - desire had never been part of the plan. And yet... somehow the boy couldn't find it in him to be offended or even truly frightened. His stomach jumped and tightened, but that had more to do with nerves than anything. The only time he had been naked with anyone else apart
from entirely friendly or familial encounters was the night when he was fifteen and his brothers had thought it amusing to purchase him a night with the town whore. He had lain with the woman, but his excitement had more to do with the experience than the woman - or even the act. It was simply the thought of what he was doing and its newness that had ultimately spurred Theoden's release.
"Yes, sire," he answered at long last, fingers making short work of the laces on his shirt. He drew back from Uther's touch to pull the shirt up and over his head. The boy was well built though slight, and he wondered what Uther would think of the view he had requested.
"Lovely," Uther murmured his appreciation. Reaching out with a commanding hand, the king let his fingers roam over Theoden's chest, feeling the smooth milky-white velvet of the boy's marvelous skin. Uther noted only unblemished perfection, exactly what he looked for in his personal servant. His fingertips passed over Theoden's nipples, which were tempting with their gentle rose hue. Uther had never seen such beautiful nipples. "You are lovely," he breathed, leaning in closer.
The boy's breath caught. Never had anyone touched him in such a way. Never had he seen such lust in the eyes of another. To see it in the king's face and feel those strong, calloused fingers on his body set Theoden's passion alight in a way that only dreams had managed before. "Sire..." The word trailed off into nothing. What could he say? Theoden had no idea what to say, what to do. He was utterly uncertain, but something told him that Uther suffered from no such difficulties. Indeed he wondered if a man who spoke with such control ever truly questioned anything.
"Shh..." Uther brought his lips close to Theoden's ear. "Say nothing." He turned the boy's chin until they were face to face. Their eyes burned together. /Yes, he is the one,/ Uther thought. In the next instant, his mouth was on Theoden's, and much to his pleasure, he did not feel the servant resisting. He kissed him long and passionately, clutching Theoden firmly while their mouths curved together. It had been too long, and Uther intended to make the boy his own, hear him beg for the release only he could offer.
Never before had Theoden known a kiss could be so intimate. The whore, of course, had refused such action. Since, his quiet nature had kept him from being truly involved with anyone. In a strange turn, he found himself on his knees before the king, the man's lips against his own. The boy kept his hands down, uncertain of what to do with them and too lost in the feeling of Uther's tongue sliding possessively along his own to think clearly. Instead he arched up to meet the touch and take more. Though Theo's lungs screamed for breath he refused to draw back or retreat lest the king take it as some sort of rejection.
Finally Uther broke the kiss. He was panting softly, his eyes shining, his pulse racing. "Touch me," he instructed Theoden, again pleased to find the boy properly subservient. He swooped in, kissing those plump, sensual lips again. This time the king let his hand roam over Theoden's naked back, tracing the curve of his spine and feeling shudders of desire tingling beneath his flesh. When their mouths parted the second time, Uther stood back, looking menacing and commanding as he told the servant, "Undress me. Do it. Now."
Theo's fingers trembled slightly, but he focused in on the task quickly enough. His heart was pounding, and his cock was throbbing with new life as it lay trapped against his leg. Breath coming in harsh pants, Theo began to strip away the layers of clothing covering Uther's body. Some had fastenings more complicated than any he'd ever seen. A slight line of concentration appeared between the young man's brows, lips pursed as he focused in and worked to free his king from every bit of cloth. Soon enough Uther stood bare before him. Despite the man being quite a bit older, Theo found that there was no measure of disappointment as he looked over his body. Still as fit as ever, Uther was frankly beautiful. His body was covered with patches of silver hair, his cock long, thick and proud. Theo felt a thrill of nervous excitement at the realization that his kneeling position left him almost face to face with that impressive length.
Uther reveled in the way in which Theoden gazed upon him. The boy was awed, that much was clear, and not just because Uther was king but because he was a man to be pleased and served. He valued such unflinching obedience, finding Theoden's enthusiasm and beauty immensely arousing. "Touch me," Uther breathed. "Do whatever you desire."
The young man gazed up at Uther for a moment. He had expected firm orders, strict guidelines about what to do. Being told that he could do anything threw him for a loop for a moment, and Theo's wide eyes searched Uther's face. He found only desire reflected back and finally decided that the best he could do was go with his instincts. Gaze still locked with Uther's, the servant leaned forward and trailed his tongue gently along the length of the king's erection. He had heard whispers of such things being done and had often wanted to try it himself. Though he'd never considered being the one on his knees, Theo found that the shift in perspective was no less enticing than anything he'd envisioned before.
Uther hissed out his pleasure, curling his fingers into Theoden's hair as the servant's clever tongue explored his aching length. Offering free reign was a bold move for the King, another test to gauge Theoden's reaction. And Uther was not disappointed; the boy's first instinct, after all, was to focus on his cock. "That's it, take your time," he urged, tightening his grip in Theoden's hair. "Have you ever done this before?" Uther shuddered. "You're very, very good."
Theo gave a slight shake of his head. He didn't trust his voice. He was on his knees in the king's chambers servicing the man in ways he had only heard of before. The thought brought fresh color to Theoden's cheeks, and his bright gaze up to Uther's face. The servant wanted to see the man's eyes, his expression as he finally took the king's cock into his mouth. The movement was almost hesitant as if he were uncertain whether he would be reprimanded for trying such a thing.
Uther groaned low at the back of his throat, taken aback by Theoden's ardent ministrations. He was impressed with the boy's natural skill and at the same time overcome with the pleasure of that warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock that his legs threatened to buckle out from under him. That was something that hadn't happened in a very long time. "Wait," hissed the King, reluctantly interrupting his new servant. "Up on the bed. Now." Uther fell back onto the royal sheets, spreading his legs wide and gesturing Theoden forward. He took himself in hand, his large arousal twitching, begging for more attention. "You want this, don't you? Show me how much you can swallow, boy."
Theo's eyes were still wide, but there was an excitement that went beyond the nervousness he felt. The young man climbed up onto the bed and obediently knelt before the king. "Yes, Sire," he answered as calmly as he could manage. He lowered himself to take the king's cock into his mouth again, this time attempting to take all that he could. The king was well endowed, and it was difficult adjusting to the feeling of the thick, throbbing length pressing against the back of his throat.
The silken warmth of Theoden's exquisite mouth surrounded him, and Uther cursed himself for having neglected his own desires. Pleasure sang through him, and the King marveled at what a treasure his new servant was turning out to be. In fact, Theoden saw to his needs so well that it took a great deal of effort on Uther's part not to thrust deep into that virgin throat. The mere act of watching those sweet lips stretching around his girth nearly forced Uther to spill himself. "You're... much too... good at this," he panted out a rare compliment.
Theoden was unused to praise of any form. His mother and father had always treated him like an idiot despite his mother's oddly high hopes for him. Perhaps he would fulfill them anyway - though certainly not in the way his parents had intended. Even as he took the king's cock into his mouth, Theo's gaze remained fixed on the older man's face. He wanted to see every shifting emotion washing across those handsome features to know when he was doing the right thing and when he wasn't. The taste of the man was unusual but not unpleasant, and as Theo drew back again, he let his tongue slick over the dripping head of Uther's cock to drink in more of that sweet flavor.
Uther hissed out his pleasure, his back arching and his toes curling. When he'd first laid eyes on Theoden, the King's first thought was that the boy would make an adequate if awkward lover. It was a great surprise to discover how naturally talented his new servant had turned out to be. His eyes flashing open, Uther found Theoden gazing up at him with total obedience. That alone made his aching length twitch. Brushing a large hand through the boy's mop of curls, he purred, "Take your time, you're doing beautifully."
The slight praise meant the world to Theoden. He knew that he certainly couldn't be anything compared to Uther's former lovers, but he hoped that he could live up to the king's desires. /Why does it matter so much?/ The boy honestly wasn't sure why he cared so dearly about Uther wanting him, but he did. Theoden found himself itching to know what else had gone on before in the king's bedchambers, what he himself might be doing on a regular basis now that he had become the king's private servant.
Uther was drowning in ecstasy. Theoden possessed extraordinary skill for someone so young and naive. He could only imagine how intense the passion might be once the boy gained more experience. Already he could feel that familiar tightening sensation in his groin, and the King was surprised to find himself on the edge so soon. He forcibly drew Theoden's lush mouth away from his overheated cock and pulled the servant toward him. Uther lay there panting and staring into Theoden's eyes. He found obedience and loyalty as well as an eagerness to please, but there was something else; the boy wanted him, and Uther Pendragon groaned at the thought of giving Theoden exactly what he desired. He dragged him into a kiss, snaking his tongue into the servant's exquisite mouth and holding him tight against his body.
Theoden pressed himself in closer. The man didn't seem to object to the intimacy, and it fueled the fire now burning within the young man. He couldn't seem to get close enough. The sweat of their bodies made them stick together a bit, but Theo didn't mind. It was exciting and intimidating all at once not knowing what the next move might be. He just knew that he wanted every bit of the king that the man was willing to give.
Uther's fingers traced a path along the length of Theoden's spine. As he thoroughly plundered the boy's delicious mouth with his tongue, his exploration brought him to Theoden's exquisite bottom, which felt firm beneath his large hands. Uther groaned, kneading and caressing the perfectly rounded flesh. He eased one digit into the tempting split, finding Theoden's little opening amongst the moist warmth. "Tell me, boy," the king gasped against his lips, "are you pure?"
It took no imagination whatsoever to understand precisely what the king meant, and Theoden considered telling him that he was no virgin. Instead Theo nodded slowly. "I have lain with one woman, but... but never with a man, Sire." Though before he might have been embarrassed to admit that he *had* lain with a man, Theo now found himself feeling awkward about never having done so. Could he please Uther without experience? Without knowing what a man wanted from a lover?
Satisfied with Theoden's honest response, Uther pressed another punishing kiss to the servant's mouth and then, with a suddenness he was certain took the boy by surprise, flipped him over onto his back. He groaned as the weight of his body crushed Theoden beneath him. His dominant grip was bruising as he reached for Theoden's slender hips, holding the boy in place. "Your King wishes to claim you," Uther panted hotly, "and I shall make you mine."
The very thought made Theo shiver, his body quivering in Uther's grip. Part of it was fear, of course. He had never known a man's touch before, and the idea of what might happen... he had only the assurance of gossip that it would even work. Theo bit his lip but nodded, his wide, bright eyes searching Uther's face. Fear aside he did indeed desire the king. He wanted to please the man and see the light of desire continue to flaring in his crystal blue eyes.
After Ygraine died, Uther promised himself to never lay with another woman. He had always desired both sexes, and he found it easier to be give himself to a man - or a boy, in this case. For a servant, Theoden was uncommonly beautiful. Uther held him and kissed him tenderly, shivering at the pleasure of the heated contact. Insinuating himself between Theoden's legs, Uther urged them further apart with a little encouragement. He smiled, nuzzling the boy's hair. "I promise this will be a night you'll never forget."
"It has been already, my Lord," Theoden assured, his cheeks flushing at the confession. No matter what happened in the future or how long it was until the king tired of him, Uther would forever be the first man ever to lay hands on him, the first man to kiss him. He wished for the same assurance and confidence that the king showed with every word and gesture, but Theoden knew he would have to be satisfied with the hope that Uther found his shy acceptance enticing as well. It was all that he had to offer for the moment as Uther shifted him into a more appropriate position.
Uther's confident hand reached for a small flask of oil he kept secreted in the nightstand. He eased himself back, groaning at the loss of contact with Theoden's lovely body. His eyes locked with the servant's, which had darkened to the most alluring shade Uther had ever seen, and he poured the oil onto his fingers and pressed one glistening digit between the cleft of Theoden's tempting arse. "Take a deep breath," the king instructed, his tone thick with desire. "Keep
watching me..." Slowly, carefully, he eased his finger inside the boy's most secret place.
Theo tensed at the strange touch, his eyes going wide with sudden fear. He was embarrassed not be more experienced, to not be able to simply shrug it off the way he wanted to. Instead it felt like the coil of unease inside of him was building, growing, surging to life the way his arousal had moments before. Theo forced himself to take a deep breath to try and calm the feeling even as it fought all attempts from within. He needed to be ready to please the king, ready to satisfy him, and his body seemed just as eager to prevent it.
"Shhhh," soothed Uther, allowing the boy to adjust to the intrusion. "You have to relax, it's the only way you can give yourself to me." The king's tone demanded total obedience. If Theoden denied him, then the servant was no good to him and could be sent right back from whence he came. He curled the fingers of his free hand in the boy's hair, applying enough pressure to force Theoden to meet his gaze. "I need your loyalty. I need all of you. Give it to me now."
Theo's mind seemed convinced that he should have tensed further at the words, the rough touch, but somehow it was what he needed. Though a surge of tension shot through him, Theo felt his body giving way to the intrusion. "Everything, Sire," he breathed in a husky whisper as Uther's gaze burned into his own. A faint shiver passed through Theoden's lean form though he was warm from the heat of the king's body pressed down against his own.
"That's it," Uther encouraged, delighting in the sensation of his finger sinking into the tight folds of Theoden's untouched passage. Instead of loosening his grip on the boy's hair, he tightened it and recaptured that luscious mouth with his own. He thrust his tongue inside, demanding entrance and gaining it while his slick digit penetrated deeper. Once he was buried up to the knuckle, Uther broke the kiss and drank in Theoden's flushed expression. "Scream your king's name," he purred, twisting and curling his finger over the boy's sweet spot.
The man's name was wrenched from his lips before Theo could think better of using the king's given name. Of course, he had been ordered to do so, but the truth was that the enticingly intimate touch drove all coherent thought from his mind in any case. The fear melted away, and Theoden pushed himself down on the finger, nearly desperate for Uther to repeat the motion that had sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body all the way down to the tips of his toes. Why in the world would someone lie with a woman if lying with a man meant such a feeling?
"That's it," Uther hissed, thrilling at the effect his touch had on the writhing figure beneath him. "Doesn't it feel good to let yourself go?" He leaned forward, nuzzling one side of Theoden's face while closing his lips around an earlobe. Relaxation afforded the king greater access, and Uther managed to ease his finger in and out with surprising ease. On each pass he crooked the tip of his probing digit, teasing Theoden's pleasure nub. "Can you imagine what it will feel like when," Uther paused, nudging the boy's thigh with his hard length, "I'm inside you?"
He could imagine it very clearly, and the thought left Theoden breathless with desire. His whole body ached with the need for more, and it was all he could do not to plead with the king to take him at once. A sharp internal reminder that Uther was in charge took care of the impulse. Instead of fighting, Theoden let himself melt into the man's embrace. He let Uther stroke him inside and out, stoking the fire to a full blaze. "Will I be ready soon, Sire?" he finally breathed, needing to know even though he'd bypassed the desire to make any demands.
"Not quite," Uther purred. "A little longer..." He would have enjoyed nothing more than sinking into the tight, warm depths of Theoden's virginal body, but he had no intention of making the boy's first time painful. Instead he wanted it to be memorable, to leave the lovely servant wanting more, wanting him. Tracing the curve of Theoden's ear with his lips, Uther pressed a second digit inside the younger man, stretching him even further. Muscles relaxed and opened up, affording him greater access, and the king's swollen cock twitched in anticipation.
Theoden felt as if he would fall apart at any moment. The sensations were building too quickly. The idea of being impaled upon the other man's cock had been borderline terrifying at first. Now Theo was so worked up that it was all he could do to keep from begging for more. He wanted to feel the king's thick cock pulsing inside of him and driving him closer to the release he knew he would find. Theo clung tightly to the monarch's body to keep some kind of control as he pressed himself back against the man's fingers. His breath came in harsh pants against Uther's neck, and Theoden thoughtlessly dug his nails into the older man's shoulder.
"That's it," Uther hissed, relishing the sharp sting of Theoden's nails biting into his shoulder. It was a most welcome surprise to feel the boy letting his desire be known without the fear of reprisal. He nipped at Theoden's throat, leaving a vivid red mark which he then soothed with a swipe of his tongue. "You're almost ready," the king panted against his neck. "I can feel it. You need to be taken, don't you? Claimed and used by your king?"
Theo nodded eagerly at the suggestion. He wanted to be used. That was it exactly. The words were rough, coarse especially for a king, but no less enticing for all that. On the contrary, the young man's blood boiled, and he wished he knew what the right thing to do was. Perhaps if he knew the perfect words to say then he might encourage Uther to take him sooner and quell the ache of unsatisfied desire. He'd never felt such raw *want* for someone before in his life.
Unwilling to wait another moment, Uther distracted Theoden with another scorching kiss while easing his fingers from the boy's tight embrace. He wasted no time in replacing his digits with the glistening tip of his starving cock. Although Camelot's sovereign had prepared the eager boy well, and he himself was near-desperate to claim him, Uther breached Theoden's puckered opening with care, his tongue dancing inside the boy's panting mouth.
Theo was glad for the kiss, for the distracting slide of Uther's tongue along his own. At first as Uther pushed inside of him, it was strange and uncomfortable. The burn verged on pain, and Theo tensed. That only made it worse, and he whimpered into the kiss as he tried to remind himself to breathe. Uther wasn't trying to hurt him, and he'd begged for the violation in every way that he could. From all that he'd heard, Theo knew that the pain wasn't all there was to it. He knew that if he could relax there would be more pleasure, that Uther could make him feel good again. Theo squeezed his eyes shut and finally managed to relax just a bit, enough for his body to open and allow Uther to press more deeply inside of him at last. The feeling drew a sharp gasp from the boy.
Taking Theoden's innocence, as well as experiencing the boy's total submission, was like savoring the most exquisite food and wine for Uther. He felt the silken folds of Theoden's passage opening, inviting him in, and he panted into the servant's sweet mouth as his throbbing shaft sank deeper and deeper inside him. "Oh, you are perfect," the king purred, still maintaining a tight grip on Theoden as if the boy might slip away. When he was fully sheathed within that
tight passage, Uther held himself still and drew back to gaze into Theoden's eyes. "How does it feel?" he asked. "How does it feel to be taken by your king?"
Theoden drew in a shaky breath. He had never known anything like it, so it was difficult to think of any way to communicate the exotic, wonderful sensation of having the kinginside of him. "I've never... no one... Sire, I can feel you," he breathed reverently. It barely made any sense, but Theoden hoped that the king would understand the sentiment of it and the passion behind his breathless whispers. Though he'd expected pain, there was very little of that. The discomfort was easily overwhelmed by the pleasure of knowing that the king desired him and by the possessive glint in the man's pale blue eyes.
As Uther started to pump his hips, he kept his lovemaking tender and sensual. Although he would have preferred something more visceral, the king was content to wait for the moment when he could pin Theoden to the bed and roughly fuck the servant into submission. There was much the boy had yet to experience, and Uther had no intention of frightening him when he had proved so deliciously willing to be used. "Touch me," he breathed close to Theoden's ear. "Let me feel how much you want me."
That was an easy edict to follow. The young man recalled how the king had seemed to enjoy the pressure of his nails on his shoulder, the sign of how needy he was earlier. Theoden shifted and wrapped his legs firmly around the man's hips. The new angle, as it turned out, was even better. The king's cock dragged perfectly against the spot inside of him that left him barely able to breathe or think. It was instinctive for the servant's hands to fly to Uther's shoulders, and just as instinctive when they moved down over the muscular expanse of the man's back. Uther was aging, but he had obviously never let his training fall by the wayside. The man was as muscular as ever, strong and dominant in a way that Theo never would have thought could leave him so aroused.
Theoden's welcoming shift almost finished Uther. He growled out his pleasure as his neglected cock eased even deeper inside the boy's tight passage, soaking in the feverish heat of arousal. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the king to take his time, but somehow he managed. His determination to reduce Theoden into a quivering, begging slave who would do anything to come gave him an extra burst of willpower. He knew how to fuck Thedoen's arse slowly, cleverly, stroking and teasing, pulling away, then renewing his attack. Uther himself was a shuddering mass of need, and he pulled Theoden's mouth to his again, moaning deliriously.
That was all it took. After the incredible stimulation of having the king inside him, Theoden was utterly overwhelmed by the touch of the man's mouth against his own. He was forced to break the kiss to take a shaky breath as his back arched and his cock pulsed between them. Theo's body felt too sensitive, a ball of raw nerves that Uther was stroking with perfection. "Sire," he moaned helplessly as Uther's cock continued to wring long drips of cum from his cock. Even once he began to soften, Theo didn't want to stop feeling the older man pushing into him.
Uther reveled in Theoden's climax, feeling the hot spurts of the boy's seed on his flesh and the tightening of his passage around him. By now the King was panting and gasping himself, feverish with lust for the servant's body. His cock swelled and Uther thrust forward, his mouth connecting with Theoden's shoulder, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, marking him. The delirious frenzy of pleasure made Uther clench, and he came hard deep inside his new servant.
Theo whimpered and clung to the older man as Uther pounded into him. He had never known anything like the intensity of the intimacy between them. Perhaps to the king it meant nothing, but it was the opening of a whole new world to Theoden. He would never have assumed himself to be of any greater importance to the man than any other servant, and yet he found himself praying silently that Uther would call on him again. Theo knew that he would do anything that the king asked if it meant that he could feel such things once more.
When the tremors of his climax subsided, Uther remained fully sheathed inside the warm depths of the willing servant beneath him. He panted against Theoden's throat, which glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Angry red marks - the evidence of the king's passion - glowed in the room's dim candlelight, and Uther couldn't help nipping once more at his claim. "That was exquisite," he hissed close to Theoden's ear. "You've pleased me greatly, boy."
"Thank you, Sire," Theo whispered in return. He knew that soon enough the man would be leaving, going back to his duties and to a dozen matters far more pressing than what they were sharing together. Still the servant enjoyed the few moments that they did have together, the warmth of the king's body pressing down against his own. His thanks were for far more than the praise. Never before had Theoden felt so completely satisfied. Sex with the whore in his home town hadn't left him feeling completely sated - and now he knew why.
Uther continued to caress what he considered to be his property. By all rights, that was exactly what Theoden was. "Lovely, so lovely," he continued to murmur, appreciating the boy's beauty. After a long minute, the king drew himself up with a soft groan. "I must bathe." Uther moved, reaching for Theoden's hand and lifting him up. "Make the preparations." He crushed his new servant to his chest, stealing yet another kiss. "Then, I want you to join me."
Theoden drew away reluctantly, but he was comforted by the knowledge that Uther wasn't done with him. He pulled his clothes on so that he could move freely about the halls to get everything that the king would need. He had been briefed by the other servants on his arrival about procedure for such common tasks, and Theoden was immensely grateful for the fact. He might never have found everything so smoothly otherwise. After everything that had happened, the last thing he wanted to do was end the day on a note of disappointing Uther when the man had been so indulgent otherwise.