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The rest of tea time, went rather well; despite the Iron King's surly brooding. Only Queen Liliana, Prince Ifan, and King Daffyd's mother. Succeeded in engaging the Prince's brother, in any kind of actually meaningful conversation.
Jaxten let his lover answer all the questions, even ones about himself as he'd been thought to do. Palace servants brought the food, but Jax was the one to actually make his Prince's plate, even feeding him some of the fruit. He found himself actually liking taking care of the Prince like this. Ifan in turn would feed him as well. In fact Jaxten never even had his own plate, and he found he didn't care.
The Prince tipped his cup to his Consort's lips. Licking the dribble of escaped wine from said lips like they were alone, and not in a room full of his own family. "Mmm, you taste good with wine." Ifan purred, pulling Jaxten into a deep kiss.
The High Queen smiled at the two, she'd have to tell Toshiko to find her knitting supplies. Dorris had kept this particular piece of information to herself. According to his medical history, Jaxten could bear children. She hoped Ifan found out from the Consort himself. No way was she telling, unless absolutely necessary. Who knew what would happen if Daffyd found out. For some reason the Iron King did not trust consorts, seems one did not have to trust them in order to fornicate with them. Her older grandson would definitely try to stop his younger brother from having an heir by one, even if said heir was whelped by a Preferred Consort. Her son had given Daffyd his own kingdom, but still, damn could that boy meddle were he wasn't wanted.
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"Goddess I want you so bad. Fuck me, let me fuck you, I don't care." Jaxten gasped, as Ifan pushed him into the empty room meant for his own harem of consorts. The large harem he didn't want, and would probably never have. It was exactly like you would think. Large sunken bath/fountain in the middle. Soft, sumptuous pillows, curtains of silk, and a variety of plants everywhere possible.
"How would you treat me if I was your consort Cariad?" Ifan mused, pulling Jax over to rest in a pile of large, colorful pillows. "Would you make me entertain you?" The Prince continued, ducking behind a sheer silk curtain. Letting his Consort see just his silhouette, as he started to strip. "Serve you, then suck you off while you eat?" He asked, striding towards Jaxten in just a cloth wrapped low on his hips. Holding a jug of wine in one hand, and a bowl of fruit in the other.
"Yesss." Jax replied, head falling back when his Prince freed his turgid flesh from it's cloth prison. "Please." He begged, only to have his lover stop. The Consort mewed in frustration.
Ifan 't'skd', "Royalty doesn't ask Cariad." He thought about it, and added, "We are playing lover, you are not my consort, I am yours. Act like it." The Prince stated with a smirk, and a playful sparkle in his eye.
"Suck me." Jaxten ordered, and his Prince grinned. Wrapping his lips around his Consort's stiff dick. Jax moaned, as the wet heat surrounded his length. He let Ifan bob for a minute or two, before tangling a hand in the Avatar Prince's hair. Starting to direct his lover, and softly buck his hips. "Take it. Take all of me." He urged, feeling emboldened now he knew his Prince wanted this. Ifan, had deep throated him at some point this morning. Jaxten knew the Prince could handle it.
The Avatar Prince relaxed his muscles, letting himself be used. He knew his Preferred would never hurt him. It surprised him at first, how good it felt to relinquish his control sometimes. Honestly Jaxten commanding him, was making him so hard. He moaned, and his lover thrust deep, releasing spurts of hot cum with every forceful thrust.
"Mmmm thank you my Lord." Ifan purred, showing Jaxten how he was rolling his creamy spend around in his mouth, savoring it. Watching his Consort's eyes darken with lust.
"You like my cum don't you?" Jax grinned, and Ifan nodded enthusiastically. "Pour me wine, and bring it here." Jaxten ordered, wondering what it might be like, to have a full harem here. The consorts not involved right now. Just watching their Prince, or Lord, in his case, order around, and subsequently fuck. One or more of their fellow consorts. He had to admit, it was a shockingly arousing thought. He must have more of a voter in him than he thought. His Prince did as asked, and Jax got to his knees, still on a plush pillow. He took a gulp of wine, then directed Ifan into the position he wanted. Laying back, legs held open, and up out of the way. Leaving the Consort a perfect view of his Prince's puckered rim.
Jax trailed a finger around said rim thoughtfully, Ifan moaned softly in response. The Consort dipped the pad of a finger in his goblet, then rubbed the burgundy liquid over the pucker. He repeated the move till the digit breached the rim. The Prince was making lovely little keening and mewling sounds, as Jaxten tested the depth his fingers could reach. There were two now, dripping with wine, and scissoring Ifan's hole open wider. He pulled the digits free to press them past Ifan's lips. "Suck." The Preferred Consort ordered. The Prince did so eagerly, tasting the wine mixed with a hint of his own clean musk.
He took his fingers back, but instead of the Prince's hole, they grasped his neglected cock instead. Jaxten used his other hand to take a swig from his goblet. Releasing the mouthful of sweet liquid into Ifan's loosened hole. The Prince 'yipped' in surprise, then moaned, as Jax plunged his tongue deep inside, and lapped at the drink like a cat with cream. Some of the drink dribbling out before Jaxten could get it. The Consort looked up, licked his sticky lips, took another drink. Doing the same thing over, over, and again till the goblet was empty.
Jaxten was basically drinking his wine from Ifan's arse, and The Avatar Prince was gone. He was sticky with the drying wine that had escaped his Preferred Consort's mouth. Ifan's hole felt so empty still, he needed to be filled. This was Jax's show however, and the Prince wasn't about to overrule his lover. Ultimately it would be Jaxten's decision, but that didn't mean he couldn't ask for what he wanted.
"Please my Lord, please fuck me, fill me, please." Ifan begged, really wanting to be impaled on his Consort's lovely, large length.
"You beg so sweetly, how could I deny you?" Jax replied, sinking his spit slicked cock into the Prince's relaxed hole. The Preferred Consort gasped, but did't stop when Ifan's eyes turned a shimmery, violent purple, and his tattoo began to glow. "That…I thought that was just my dream..." Jaxten stuttered, in disbelief.
"No Cariad. It's our bond, for some reason I'm only a human light show when you take me, but our connection is shared by even a kiss." The Avatar Prince explained softly. Moaning, as Jax kept a steady pace; staring at his Prince with adoration, and awe.
"You're so beautiful." The Preferred Consort praised, before leaning in to kiss his lover. His hips shifted, the slide of his dick bumping Ifan's prostate. His Prince demanded he go harder, and Jax was only too happy to comply. Both soon crying out their completion. Neither knowing Daffyd was listening at the door. Fists clenched, as he stomped off with a grumble.
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It was a rare moment the Preferred Consort was alone. Yet, here he was when suddenly two guards Jaxten didn't know; stormed in. Before Jax could so much as blink. He was gagged, and bound; then they dragged him from the Princes's chambers. His muffled screams heard, as they continued to drag him past Myfanwy's keep. The Consort found himself strapped naked to a bed, even his collar was gone, and he unconsciously whimpered. That fact almost worse than the fact, he was tied with his legs spread and knees bent. He knew what that meant, and started to build boxes in his mind, hiding away his true self.
An obviously drunk Daffyd staggered into view. "Go stand guard, if my brother's too much of a bleeding heart pussy to punish this traitor I will!" The Iron King declared with another swig or two of hyper vodka. Two other men nodded, and left. The two who grabbed Jax went to block the door. Daffyd turned to Jaxten, rubbing his sleeve across his nose. " Better see what all the fuss is about first in case we get interrupted ." He leered, and added, "What the hell, If there's time I'll give them a go too." Daffyd threw a thumb at those at the door, who grinned at each other. "We'll see if Ifan still thinks you're so perfect when you're nothing, but a used up whore." The Iron King sneered, and Jaxten gulped, Ifan would get here, but would his boxes hold till then?
TBC…
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