This one's been tumbling around my brain with just ideas, but no real plan. Well "I just love it when a plan comes together." ^_^

Enjoy!

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Jaxten had, been having the dream again; Home, Boeshane, Gray. Then he was covered in warmth, pleasure centered in his cock, and resonating outward. He opened his eyes, still half a sleep; it looked like he was being ridden by a shimmering God. Glowing violet eyes, pale creamy smooth skin, glimmering in the morning light. "My Prince." Jax murmured, bracing Ifan's hips like he was trying to keep this vision in place. Gods could be fickle after all.

"Yes, lover mine." The Avatar Prince purred, never had his body reacted to someone like this. Not even Kieren would replenish his powers to overflowing. "Oh Jack the fates were right. We were meant to find each other." Ifan moaned, rocking his hips. "You have no idea how strong you make me feel Cariad." He added, bringing his Consort's hand to his lips.

"Feels so good inside you." Jaxten hummed, bucking his own hips to test the Prince's reaction. He got a moan, and a cry for more, so he started a rhythm. "I've never wanted someone like… Gods and Goddesses I just want to make you feel so much pleasure." Jax admitted, and the second Ifan told him to do it he flipped them over.

The Prince wound his legs around his Consort's hips. Moaning louder when Jax smoothly thrust his length back in Ifan's well stretched hole. "Fuck me hard lover, make me feel alive!" The Avatar Prince demanded, and Jax responded by leaning in to claim his Prince's lips as he upped his rhythm. Reveling in the feel of the soft walls of his Prince's hole gliding against his stiffened dick.

If he hadn't felt so rested, and healed. Jaxten's pace might be too much, but right now it felt so good. "Cariad I'm…I'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me my Prince, let go."

~HtBaH~

A servant walked in while the two were 'enjoying' the Prince's open bath. The servant stayed behind the drawn curtains; that were around three sides of the giant tub. Said curtains were basically sheer however, and though anything below the waist, was mostly hidden. It was still quite obvious from the splashing, and moans, what the two were doing. "Um…*throat clear*…your grace?"

Ifan kept up his slow thrusts into his Consort, even as he answered. "Yes?"

"Um…I was sent to tell you Her Great Ladyship the Queen, requests the presence of yourself, and your new Consort for high tea, your grace." The servant recounted, then squeaked when Jaxten couldn't hold in a moan. Their face flaming at the thought of the handsome Prince naked, and dripping wet.

"Very well, you may go. I'm the only one who hears how my Consort sounds when he cums." The Prince replied, smirking when he heard the servant rush out the door. "I could have ordered them to stay, you know?" Ifan purred in Jax ear. He started to up his pace, and Jaxten groaned in delight. Would you like that? An audience to watch us as I make you cum." The Avatar Prince continued.

"If it would please my Prince, I think I'd like showing us off." Jax replied, somewhat surprised that the thought actually excited him. Forehead falling to the lip of the inlaid tub, as Ifan shifted, and his sizable cock started to nudge against Jaxten's prostate.

"You're so hard Cariad, there's a bit of a voyeur in you." Ifan chuckled, his hips canting forward in a faster rhythm. "Cum for me lover, cum for your Prince." He ordered, wondering how many more surfaces/places they could 'christen' before tea with his family. Ifan's own release found when Jax's hole clamped around him. His thrusts erratic, as he shot rope after rope of his own spend, deep into his Consort's body.

Hmmm, they hadn't fucked on the veranda yet.

HtBaHHtBaHHtBaHHtBaHHtBaHHtBaH

He was basically wearing a toga, sans underlying tunic, with his collar and not much else. Jaxten passed scant few other Consorts, but they all wore similar garb. Despite it being designated as a New Whales. The climate they were in, was more like Sol 3's Egypt. Wearing this little clothing, probably wouldn't be so bad.

Ifan smirked, and told Jax it was for 'ease of access', and after this morning. The Consort was hard pressed not to believe his Prince. Who simply pushed Jaxten into an empty hallway, and up against the wall. Then lifted his 'skirt', yanked his boxers down, and proceeded to fuck him silly. Ifan's hard dick sliding easily into his loosened hole. He arched his hips back, as the Prince continued to pound into him till they both came with a stifled moan.

Ifan carefully tucked himself back into his own boxers, righting his royal robes afterwards. While Jax fixed his own garments with a lax, well-fucked grin plastered across his face. "I hope I didn't make us too late." The Avatar Prince mused, when they continued heading for the dining hall.

~HtBaH~

"Should have told me Gran, I could have gone with, helped make sure you picked a good one." King Daffyd mused, draped over his brother's seat. Only he didn't realize. Everyone else knew brining Daffyd along. Meant he would insist on 'testing the goods first' before choosing the slave to give his brother. Then keep said slave for his own if they were pleasing enough.

"According to these papers, she did just fine, now move." Ifan, and Dafyid's father bellowed, holding Jaxten's Training Camp certificates. "Looks like they even made this slave a 'tutor' he did so well." He added, and the older Queen smirked at her grandson.

Daffyd just rolled his eyes, and moved to a seat that would give him a good view of this new consort. He told himself he was being a protective older brother, but really he was jealous. No one in his personal harem had ever done That well in training. A few had been top percentile, but to be made a tutor was almost unheard of.

Everyone was seated when The Avatar Prince entered with his Consort. Jaxten stood by the door, head down, as he waited for Ifan to finish greeting his parents and the older Queen. "Found you a good one didn't I?" The High Queen giggled, taking a discreet sniff, smelling the scent of recent sex still clinging to Ifan's robes. "Couldn't even make it from your room to here, ahh to be so young, and virile again." She tittered, batting her eyes dreamily..

"Graaaannn." Ifan groaned, tips of his ears going red. Jax wanted to nibble on the cute things. Neither of the two catching Daffyd's eyes narrow at the look. The Prince went over to bring his lover forward. "This is my Preferred Consort, Jaxten." Ifan stated, and his Consort simply bowed. No one looked surprised at the declaration. No one, but Daffyd who spit out his drink.

"He hasn't even been here a month, he's your only consort, and didn't he try to kill you? Now you're practically giving him his freedom?!" The Iron King ranted, looking at his brother like he'd grown a second head. "Aren't you guys going to say something?" He demanded, gesturing at his parents, hoping for their support.

"Seems to me Ifan is quite able to make his own decisions. He was never like you Daffyd, he doesn't want, or need a large harem. I don't see why you do either, but you are your own man. As is he, I see no cause for rebuke." The other King wisely stated.

"Thank you father." Ifan smiled, rubbing his thumb over Jaxten's clenched hand.

TBC...

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