A/N: I'm actually sitting in the gardens in the Tower of London writing today. Well, I was until it started raining :S. Major M and dub/non con warning in this chapters.

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Dean was shaking as the king was backing him up against the bed. The man was much bigger than he had though. "Your majesty -" he stuttered.

"You smell good..." the king muttered and wrapped his arms around the youth and stuck his nose into the crook of his neck. "God..."

Dean yelped as he felt damp lips and a hot wet tongue slide against his skin, "Sire -" he stuttered and tried to push away, but he was too tired and his muscles exhausted. The warm and big hands on his waist slid down to cup his arse, squeezing roughly, pulling them apart.

Oh no. This was not happening, Dean thought. Winchesters, both the men and women, always waited for marriage, and he refused to be the first to not follow that tradition. "No -" he hissed and twisted and struggled. His resistance only resulted in the kings legs slipping between his own, and that hard swollen front of his trousers was pressed against his entrance through their clothes.

The hunter gasped for breath as the king laid on top of him, feeling strong, too strong hands along his body, undoing the ties and baring his body to the warm air in the room. He nearly screamed as they came skin to skin. How could a human being be so warm? Suddenly the king moved away and before knew what had happened, or gotten a chance to move away, he had a face full of fur and pillows as he was thrown down on his belly.

His shoes disappeared from his feet and his legs spread wide. The thick muscled arm of the king curled under his thighs, holding on to his hips- Dean kicked a wiggled until he tightened his grip so he could not move at all. Not that he did not try.

Dean cursed and thrashed the best he could, anticipating pain any second, but - oh god, how could he -ah. Dean's hands clenched in the soft furs as something hot and slick wiggled into his entrance. "No -" he whimpered. He jerked at each stabbing motion of the king's tongue, and shivered at each long swipe and the hot breath against his skin. But he hated it.

Soon a finger joined, then two, then three. It burned. Tears gathered in Dean's eyes, from the sting and his humiliation. When would he tell his father? "No -, please -" he cried, tears slipping down his cheeks as the large spongy head pressed against his barrier, "please don't -" but his pleas fell of deaf ears as the king slid deep into his vulnerable, untried body. "Ow-" he gasped, hot tears dripping form his chin and soaking into the fur.

He felt the pressure build and something part painfully and give way as the king slid fully in, bottoming out. Desperate to get away from the pain, he scratched and clawed at the king, but the king mere grabbed his hands, and pinned his wrists over his head. Dean felt like a pinned butterfly.

Henry started moving; he pulled out, and thrust deep, hitting a spot that made Dean yelp as his nervous system was shocked. Oh Lord... that.. was that -. The king moved again, hitting the same spot. Evey time. So Dean prayed for forgiveness for disappointing his father, as well as deliverance from the king.

Dean cried out as the pleasure blasted through the paid. The king assaulted that spot inside of him with a viciousness that made his body sing like a tense violin string. His cock was tearing brutally through his body, hitting him there harder and harder. He couldn't see straight. It hurt. His rim clung to the sizable shaft as it slid smoothly through him by every thrust. He fought the king at every corner, even though his bones were like water and his muscles did not obey. Bruises started forming and the king's teeth cut into his shoulder. It hurt so much, but it felt so good.

His eyes rolled tot he back of his scull, and tears streamed down his cheeks as the only innocence he had left was taken from him, pleasure, fear, pain and humiliation. The king's powerful body kept him caged, his muscled as hard as rock, locked around the young hunter. Dean's nails were tearing into the older man, having no choice but to hang on... and oh. Dean started shaking. Oh God... God... he couldn't breathe... The pressure inside him was so intense, he thrashed to get away from it, but his bucking did nothing but meet the kings movements, taking him deeper.

The king groaned as the young hunter tensed on the brink of orgasm as his body tightened. Their skin slick with sweat their bodies slid again each other. Deans calves curled instinctively over the kings thighs, his body jerking in involuntary blinding pleasure and strangled whimpers by every conquering deep thrusts were splitting him in two, but the insistent pressure on his prostate drove him so much higher. The king moved deeper, harder and faster and Dean screamed.

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