A/N: Kyle's turn.
With dirty hot consensual rape =D
...yeah. You know you love it.
I clasp the robe tightly around my chest as I move down the hall swiftly, my attendant close behind per usual. Our footsteps echo lightly in the presence of the tall pillars and the figurines of the gods staring down at me; accusing me.
Fuck them. They're the ones who did this to me.
We make our way to my room and I sigh, looking back at him with a small smile. "Thank you, Demos. I can take it from here."
"Is there nothing else I can do for you, Sir?" he asks. I have to say, I love this kid. He's young and clumsy, but he's a good spirit. He hands me a glass of wine and I accept it gratefully. I'm gonna need it.
"No," I shake my head and ruffle his dark brown hair. "Head to bed. I'll call for you tomorrow if you're needed. If I don't, then you have the day to rest."
He smiles widely and bows briskly. "Good night, Sir."
"Good night," I nod. He turns and walks off, and I watch after him until he turns the corner towards the servant's quarters. I turn towards my own door and place my hand on it, feeling it jump open. I raise my brow. I know I closed this thing before I headed down to dinner...oh well. A servant probably came in to check on things.
As I think of dinner, I can't help but feel a jump in my chest. I step into the room and close the door once again, taking a sip of my wine and heading to sit on my bed.
He's back. I can't believe that he's alive...I have to smile at this. I missed him so much...but it raises so many questions. I was told he was dead. But here he is back in my...Eric's castle. If he's still alive, what does that mean for the rest of them?
How the hell is he a prince of Troy? His father died years ago. Perhaps he was adopted by their king?
I sigh and lean back against the back of my bed, taking another large gulp. This stuff isn't nearly strong enough for me right now. My head's just racing and I don't know what to do about it.
I have to talk to him tomorrow. I don't care for how long...in fact I'm hoping for a lengthy chat. Six years of thinking he's dead and him thinking I am...that's a lot on us. I have so much to ask him about. His health, how he's running his country, what he does...Stan. I want to know. I need to know. I don't care about Eric's reaction this time. He punished me for hugging him, but would he punish me for talking to him?
...Probably. I've been under him long enough that I know how he works. That fat bastard...I chug down the rest of my wine and set the glass on my side table with a sigh. I adjust the green band on my white robe and smooth myself out, sitting with one leg peeking out from the opening in the front as I've been taught to do. Now I just have to wait for a bit.
They're all fairly old...five out of six at least, so maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe they'll go once each and then pass out and leave me be the rest of the night.
Here's to hoping.
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. Why am I so low now? I should have just killed myself long ago and saved myself the humiliation of doing this time after time. Once a prince and now a filthy whore. I've bedded with enough men to make Aphrodite herself twitch in jealousy.
Well she can have these old geezers. I'm sick of being a little doll for the fatman under his silken robes and authoritative gaze.
I hear the door being knocked on and smooth myself out once more, putting on my innocent face, my lashes fluttering against my skin as instructed. I watch as the door opens and the six of them come piling in, looking at me hungrily. You'd think by now I would have gotten used to this look, that I'd just shrug it off and spread my legs.
You thought wrong. I still have trouble doing this. I still get freaked out by these men staring me down. Who wouldn't? I mean, who honestly wouldn't feel unnerved by the prospect of being raped by six men?
Maybe a masochist, but that's not me.
I look down the row, finding the faces of Leander, Rasmus, Proteus, Eusebio, Token, and Kelt ogling me predatorily. I just sit still, knowing that I am not to make the first move on my own accord.
"So," Kelt starts with a raised brow. "You are the king's little toy, are you not?" I merely nod for him, feeling that rose creeping up my cheeks per usual. It's always good, it makes me seem even more innocent, which is the role I am to play for the whole night.
Ugh, another night. When will it end?
"Come," Proteus curls his finger at me. As though I'm some common pet! I inwardly growl, but swallow what little dignity I have, moving to my knees on the bed and crawling over to their group.
"What is your name?" Eusebio questions, playing with my hair.
"Kyle," I reply shakily. Let them think that you're too weak to resist them. Yet another lesson I've come to learn.
"Well, Eric was right," Rasmus smiles at me, cupping my chin and making me look into his hazel eyes. "You're very beautiful."
"Thank you." Courteous. Make them know that you represent the innocence that is Sparta. The hospitality we offer.
"Not at all," he says, working his fingers down my neck and under the collar of my robe. Kelt comes around my back and unties it for me as I just sit and await their indication of whether or not they still want me. If they want me, let them have me. If they don't, make them want me.
Rasmus trails his thick digits into my now insecure robes, working under the neckline and pushing it down past my shoulders. Leander steps over, lightly tracing the curvature of my collarbone with his finger. Kelt pulls the robe completely off of me, exposing my naked form to the men. I lower my eyes as though I'm merely bashful of myself being so vulnerable.
In actuality, I'm pissed off that I'm so vulnerable. These guys are huge, I'm like, nothing. I hate this.
Token steps up and looks me over with the rest of them. "Virgin, huh?"
I nod as instructed. Portray innocence. You are a prize. A young boy given to these men as a token of friendship and trust. Trust starts off clean.
Virgin my ass. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen. But whatever. If it gets this done any less painfully, then I'm cool with it.
They all peel off their clothes and I can't help but wince. So much for less painfully. I'm going to hurt in the morning.
"Have you ever done anything sexual?" he asks.
"I...I have," I nod. No one's asked me before. May as well test the waters.
"What?"
"My master wanted me to...use my mouth," I say, batting my lashes once more in mock childishness.
"Good. Then you know what to do," he smiles evilly. I raise my brow up at him before the back of my hair is grabbed and yanked back. I try to gasp out in pain, but find a cock shoved balls-deep in my mouth. My nose hits the coarse black hairs of his and I choke for breath. He's hitting the back of my throat and I desperately need to cough, but he tightly winds his fingers through my curls and holds me still. I try to pull back, but remain caught, quickly feeling my eyes tearing up.
Kelt chuckles lowly, "Toke, you may wanna let him breathe. Otherwise we're not getting much farther."
The dark man pulls back a bit and allows me a mercy breath. I struggle to regain my air as he completely pulls himself out of my mouth, stooping down and cupping my chin, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "How old are you?" he questions.
"T-twenty," I stammer.
"You look to be sixteen," Eusebio comments, trailing his finger up my exposed spine. "You're so small."
"The smaller the better, right?" Rasmus snickers. "Come on, Kyle...," he leans down and pecks my temple. "Show us what you know."
You don't wanna know what I know. You may have a heart attack, you old fart.
Oh how I wish I could vocalize.
Token puts himself back up towards me, rubbing my parted lips and smearing them in his salty drippings. I obediently lap my tongue out, trailing his skin lightly and teasingly, feeling it twitch under my touch. He moans softly and digs his fingers tighter into my hair, urging me upward. I trail up farther as he wishes, my eyes flickering to see the men licking their lips at me.
"You're so shy and subtle," Proteus smiles. "Don't be so bashful." Don't let them know that you know what you're doing. Let them think that they're your teachers.
I back up on Token's skin, opening my jaw and taking the head of his cock into my mouth, suckling sweetly. He starts loosening his grip on my locks, beginning to stroke at me affectionately. "Good...," he growls, pulling me further up his flesh. I oblige, sucking harder and taking him further into my mouth. I feel one of them stroking my back as I work. I flicker my eyes up towards the man I'm currently engulfing, finding dark brown eyes already staring back at me. His face twists into an evil smirk and he pushes me back off of him, making me fall back into Kelt. I look up at him confusedly, finding myself looking back at the other five, seeing Kelt gazing at me from behind me.
Token looks between the other five and then back down on me again. "His arms."
I blink and look at them all with my head cocked. "W-what?" I ask shakily.
Eusebio bends down, swiping the band from my robe and tearing them apart from each other. "Flip him." I squeak a bit involuntarily as Kelt reaches around me and turns me to face him, grasping my wrists and holding them tightly.
I feel someone rubbing my ass and look back to see Proteus and Rasmus both caressing my skin along with their own. Kelt rolls out from under me and throws me forward, crashing me into the wall behind my bed. My head slams into it and I groan as I fall back onto my cushions. Token and Eusebio came up on either side of me and grab my arms as Kelt kneels astride my thighs.
"What are you doing?" I demand, trying to take back my arms.
"Your master told us that you wanted your first time to be rough," Token grinned sadistically.
"W-what?" I blink. I've never had to do this before...this is NOT something that I want to happen. "N-no thanks...he was mistaken," I try.
Eusebio grabs both of my arms and ties them to the post on the edge of my bed. My eyes widen and I start to feel myself panicking. Proteus puts his hands under my abdomen and hoists me up, placing his palms on my thighs and pushing me forward. "Just relax," he coos, petting my back.
"Untie me!" I order. "I'll do what you want, but not like this!"
"Why not?" Leander questions.
"I'm not your prisoner," I growl.
"No, you're Eric's, but he gave you to us for the night," Rasmus smirks. "Now stay still."
I start nearing hyperventilation. "D-don't..." I ask. "I...I..."
"Hey, you were gonna end up with us no matter what. Might as well just take it," Token shrugs. He grasps my chin and whips my head around towards him, leaning forward and pressing our lips together. I can't fucking do this. There's no way in hell I'm doing this.
"Don't you dare...," I pull away and sneer at him. "This is off. Let me go!"
They all break into laughter at me as I struggle to get away. "Oh really?" Rasmus asks. "You dare disobey your master?"
"He's not my master!" I screech. "He can go to Tartarus for all I care! Now let me out!"
They all pull back a bit in shock for a second before Token moves behind me and starts rubbing my ass. "Ya know...," he starts. "You'd think that a prince would have better manners."
My heart nearly leaps into my throat. "W...What did you say?
"Not hard to figure out, Kyle," Proteus rolls his vibrant blue-grey eyes. "A pretty little redheaded boy like you isn't very common."
"Leave me be!" I yell.
"Well, is it true?" Eusebio asks, twirling one of my curls around his finger. "Do we have a royal little boy in our midst?"
"No," I narrow my eyes. "I'm not royalty."
"And yet you were at one point in time, yes?" Rasmus prodded.
"That's none of your business," I scowl, trying to jerk my head away from them all. "Just fuck off!"
"Well, are you saying that the king is a liar?" Leander cocked his head and stroked my thigh.
"Yes, I am," I growl through gritted teeth. "Now let me go or we're gonna have some serious fucking problems!"
"Like what?" Token smirked, running a finger up the back of my thigh.
"Stop!"
"Stop what?"
"AARGH!" I scream, trying to pry my wrists away. I gasp and arch up as something invades me. I look back to see Token probing me with his finger. "Get out of me!"
Kelt smirked at me, "Nah. Open your mouth."
"No!"
"Do it," he growls, slapping me across the face. I feel the impact mark burning and I shift my eyes to glare at the man.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I snarl before I feel Token shove another two fingers deep into me. I cry out softly and my body tries to give way down onto the bed, but end up being held up by Kelt as he digs his nails into my torso.
"A pretty little prince all to ourselves...," Proteus licks his lips. Kelt kneels on the bed, placing his cock right by my lips, Rasmus doing the same on my opposite side.
"Open," he orders. I clamp my mouth in defiance, trying to shut my eyes to the feeling of Token pushing into me. It burns. Oh Zeus, it fucking burns. I grit my teeth and let out a long whine as he completely buries himself into me. Fucking bastard didn't even bother to actually prep me, goddammit.
Kelt grabs my chin and squeezes. "Open, Kyle." I feel a hand being clasped in my hair, but I keep still. The grip tightens and my hair follicles are screaming in pain. Another hand finds its way around me, grasping around my throat and starting to squeeze. "Open...," he repeats as my airway starts to become completely blocked off. I try like hell to keep my mouth shut, but it opens on its own accord to find me the breath I need so much.
Well it opening like that isn't helping its cause any.
Kelt slams his member down into my mouth, the hands all holding me still as he begins to thrust. The fingers around my neck occasionally loosen slightly for me to sneak in a tiny breath before I'm cut off again by Kelt's engorged flesh. They keep around me tightly and I feel myself beginning to black out as Token starts thrusting from his own end, tightly digging his nails into my hips and moaning.
"You tight little bitch...," he purrs, hitting me harder.
I can feel the tears beginning to fall down my cheeks and the hands release to give me a bigger breath. I take it gratefully, choking down air in-between Kelt's relentless driving into my throat.
I'm here, I'm not getting out. May as well do what I was told anyways.
I find his rhythm and start hollowing my cheeks as he pushes into me, simultaneously rocking my hips back into Token as he does the same. Rasmus's flesh seems to grow harder as it stays near my face, so I tear my lips off of Kelt and switch my attention to his member. He lets out a low moan as I tenderly lick at his skin, bobbing far enough to hit his dark hairs at the base.
Suddenly, I feel Token receding from me and I'm grasped under my abdomen and lifted into the air. I pull off of Rasmus for a brief moment to pant and look at my situation confusedly. Token is pulling me up and Proteus is sliding underneath me. My eyes widen as I'm lowered back down, my thighs straddling his and our cocks hitting each other.
No. No way.
"What are you-" I'm cut off by Kelt slamming back into my mouth and beginning to drive one more. I cooperate, but look down as I feel a hand grasping around my own cock and starting to pump. I moan lightly despite myself and look into Proteus' dark eyes infused with lust. A hand pushes down on my lower back and my hips lower slightly. Proteus reaches a hand downwards and grasps his own cock to guide it up into me. He growls softly as my body engulfs him and I can feel my face burning in humiliation. He begins bucking up into me and my cock keeps hitting his flabby gut, stimulated by the hairs that encompass his abdomen. I look back up as Rasmus moves to directly in front of me and Eusebio takes his previous spot.
Great. Just what I need.
I take myself off of Kelt once more and wrap my lips around Eusebio's pulsing skin. His fingers brush my feathery bangs out of my face as I begin to suck him for all I'm worth.
Which is apparently a mere 200 drachmas per customer. There's a kick to the ego if there ever was one.
I feel something else poking at my backside and whip off of him for a moment to look back, seeing Token smiling at me. "What are you doing?" I blink.
"This," he replies before sliding himself into me alongside Proteus. Okay, ow. OW! My eyes sting as he buries himself to the hilt and I'm completely taking two grown men up my ass. The burning only increases as Proteus backs up and Token pushes further, only for them to begin switching, thrusting into me in regular intervals. I let out something between a moan and a whine and I'm not entirely sure how I'm feeling right now.
Well, humiliated for one...cheap for another...but it doesn't hurt quite as badly as I had expected.
Well look at that. I just kicked my ego all by myself.
I open my mouth for the men in front of me and Rasmus takes control and delves himself down. I know this game. Make 'em cum and get it over with. Might as well just suck it up and deal with it.
No pun intended.
I move my neck in time with his thrusting, while the rest of my body is merely flying at the speed in which Token and Proteus are alternating. The large room is filled with the sounds of the moans of the men and the panting of myself as I continue to get pounded into. My eyes flicker between Kelt and Eusebio, who are stroking themselves and twirling their fingers in my hair. I switch my tongue over towards Kelt, lapping at his burning flesh. I pull away though as I feel both of the men behind me pulling out and strong arms grasping me around the waist. I let out an embarrassingly shrill squeak as I'm picked up and flipped over brutally. My wrists twist into an impossibly awkward angle and I cry out in pain.
I look down as something warm and wet is felt against my balls, finding Token's black hair visible from between my knees. Proteus from underneath my back begins rubbing my hips and stroking my abs as I moan from the feeling of Token taking my sac into his jaw and suckling. I have to admit, I was not expecting that. I've blown plenty of men in my day but never have they returned the favor. A nice change of pace despite the fact that I desperately hate myself and all the men surrounding me with an utmost passion. Proteus begins trailing his tongue up my back and he grasps my cock, running his hand up and down it fluidly. My mouth opens for another gasp and I find Rasmus and Eusebio's cocks there, dripping and waiting. I pull myself up slightly by my bound wrists and flicker my tongue out towards them, poking at their sacs teasingly. I run my muscle between the two of them, occasionally stopping to nip at their skin.
I can feel Proteus repositioning himself and he lets out a husky moan as he fills me once more. Token pulls away from my balls, spitting on his hand and lubing himself up before pushing into me with him again. He leans up in-between my legs and places his arms on either side of my chest, hitting into me fiercely. I break away from Rasmus and Eusebio to look into his hungry gaze mere inches from my face. He leans forward and takes my lips hostage, biting gently and probing me with his tongue as he and Proteus continue to drive into me in their alternating rhythm. I have to pull back to breathe and he looks at me amusedly before bringing a hand up and gripping my throat tightly. He pushes my head back and forces my jaw open, to which Eusebio, Rasmus, and Kelt take full advantage, each briskly plunging into my mouth as Token directs my head for them. I gag each time any of them recede from out my throat and my eyes continue to water.
I can feel Token and Proteus loosing their rhythm and I know that their all getting close. I can feel myself losing as well as my hips jerk into Proteus' working hand.
Token releases my throat as I'm on Rasmus and I just stay with him, sucking harshly and quickly for him as Eusebio and Kelt move to begin pulling at their own flesh. I begin lapping at the man in my mouth relentlessly as I feel him right on the brink. He tears out his cock and begins briskly rubbing himself. All I can do is watch as he explodes all over my hair and face, panting. I feel Token move to pull out of me and look down, seeing him lightly stroking his member with the edge of his finger and watching me intensely. I feel something warm escape in side of me and trail down the inside of my thighs.
I fucking hate that feeling.
Proteus releases my cock and pulls out of me, lifting me a bit to move out from under me. "Untie him," Token licks his lips. Rasmus nods, turning to release my wrists and send me crashing back onto the bed only to be yanked back up by my hair, meeting noses with the black man in front of me with the demonic smile overshadowing his handsome face.
I hear moaning behind me and feel warms spurts of liquid shooting onto my exposed back from both angles as Kelt and Eusebio empty their loads. All I can do is continue to stare up at Token, who has complete control over my limp body at this point. I'm too fucking exhausted to fight right now. He pushes me back and I crash into the wall. "Again," he orders. I blink and feel Kelt grabbing my arms and securing them behind my back. Well, at least this doesn't hurt as much.
Token moves forward and pushes my knees apart, clambering in-between them. He grasps under my knees and hoists me up just enough so that his cock is left twitching at me entrance. He takes my lips again before pushing into me softly. He begins pulling in and out of me agonizingly slow and I look into his dark eyes confusedly. He pulls back and licks his lips. "Something wrong?" he asks.
I can feel my blush flushing over my body. "You're going slow."
"Yes, very good," he coos, licking my neckline. "Beg me."
"What?"
"Beg me for it harder."
Aw shit. Now it just a battle between my dignity and how much my body needs the damn release. Oh well. I already lost my dignity anyways. How much difference is this fucking situation going to make?
"Please," I say softly, trying to make it work with just my fluttering lashes. He smirks at me and my heart sinks a bit. No such luck.
"I said beg me," he all but stops moving, trailing his tongue along my chest.
"Please...please..." I breathe heavily.
"Please...?" Rasmus raises his brow amusedly.
"Please fuck me," I bite my lip shamefully.
"How?" Token teases, kissing my cheek.
"Hard. Fast...please," I feel myself trembling between need and hatred.
He chuckles warmly. "Gladly, your highness," he growls saucily before bucking up into me violently. I yelp as he begins quickly pushing into me, hard enough to bruise my already-tender skin. He moans loudly and lunges forward, digging his teeth into my shoulder. He pulls out of me once again and drops me back onto my cushions, quickly stroking himself and exploding all over my chest with a long pleasure-filled moan.
Good for him. Too bad I'm still stuck in erectial limbo here!
I whine and squirm uncomfortably as he finishes making a mess of me before they look at me in amusement.
"Something wrong?" Kelt asks. I just let out a high-pitched moan and my head goes back as I shake uncontrollably.
"I think he needs something," Eusebio comments, just barely tracing my inner thigh.
"Please...," I whisper before I even catch myself doing it.
"What's this?" Proteus asks with a short laugh. "A mighty prince begging mere diplomats for such a thing? What is this world coming to?"
If I wasn't so far along, that comment would have totally killed my boner. Damn hormones.
"Please...," I repeat, my fists clenching at the pain.
Token sighs dramatically. "I suppose so," he says, reaching forward and grabbing my cock. He fluidly runs his hand over it only a few times before I arch up and release into his hand with a long, shame-laced moan. As I empty my seed, I look up at my ceiling panting with tears brimming my lashes.
I hate myself. I hate myself so much right now. I hate the men surrounding me. I hate him. I hate the gods. I just hate the world.
"Kyle, look at me," Token orders. I slowly bring my stinging eyes down into his and he smiles at me. He holds out his hand covered in my release. "Eat. You look famished."
I blink at him before sighing and lapping my tongue out, slowly swallowing every drop of myself from his strong hand. As I finish, I reposition myself onto my knees and look up at them all pathetically. I'm not in the mood to be seductive anymore. I just want to sleep.
They seem to see this as they all soften their facial expressions just slightly. Rasmus comes around and unties my arms. I put them in front of me and try to stabilize myself and my aching body. I start trembling harshly and they all back up a bit in surprise.
"What in the name of Gaea is wrong with him?" Kelt blinks.
"Come on," Token instructs. "We've had him for plenty for only 200 drachmas. Let's let him rest."
The other men stare at him for a moment before nodding. They each lean down and kiss me on my hair, careful to avoid the release caught in it, before turning and redressing and walking out of my room, leaving me and Token staring at each other.
"I've heard a great deal about you, Prince Kyle."
I look up at him sadly. "I'm not the prince anymore."
"You're right," he nods. "You're the king."
"No. Eric is," I croak out. "I'm just the..." I trail off and look at my hands sadly.
"The whore?"
"His whore...," I sniffle.
"I knew you weren't a virgin," he states. "No offensive, but 200 drachmas is far too cheap for a virgin."
"I know."
He cups my chin and brings my eyes back up into his, which have softened considerably. "Kyle. This is your palace. Take it back."
"I can't...," I say softly. "You don't know the situation."
"I know enough to know that Sparta isn't what it used to be when your family was in charge. You need to get back in your throne."
"I can't," I repeat. I sigh and drop my gaze once more. "I just can't."
He leans down and kisses my forehead gently. "Look at me." I do so and he smiles softly. "I will find a way to help you."
"How?" I blink.
"I am the king of Opus, a friend to any land who does not cross us or the order of things as we see fit."
My eyes widen in shock. "You're...you're not a..."
"You know as well as I do that should I tell him that I am the king of a different land, he'd come at me with either threats or gambles of allies. I told him I represented Leucas so I could get in here to see you."
"How did you know I was-"
"I didn't," he interrupts. "But as soon as I saw your face, I knew it was you. Your father and mine were good friends. My father told me of you and your murder but that he didn't believe it because of how peaceful your family had made Sparta. Before he died, he told me that he wanted me to find you, whether it be you in the flesh or your bones, to honor you and to make it so your family could find peace."
"And now you've found me," I say. "What now? Nothing about me can be honored. I'm nothing more than a prostitute with Eric holding the strings."
His face drops a bit. "You're not a common whore. You're royalty and you've been taken hostage. Listen to me and listen well, Kyle," he says lowly. "You are a king. You need to stand up and fight."
"I'm weak."
"No weak man willingly gives himself over to a deranged lunatic such as Eric. Now you listen to me more, Dear king. So long as Eric has control over you, he has the country. If you are able to break free of his clutches, his empire will fall."
"He's made many a friend that before my family had no interests in."
"You are the sealer of the deal, are you not?" he raises his brow. "He sets his alliances in stone by offering you as a token of his appreciation."
I blush lightly. "I suppose so. But most arrangements are made without my knowledge until I am told to wear the cloak."
"But many men know of you," he claims. "Myself and those other five knew that you were our offering. They are not kings, but they are just as eager for you to take back the throne as myself."
"Why?" I question. "Sparta is prospering even with that man at the reins. I'm not fit to rule. My training stopped too soon."
"You're a negotiator. You're a good soul. You hold little greed and despite what you believe yourself to be, you still try to hold your dignity. When against a wall, you fight back but you know when to submit. Kyle, those are all good makings of a king. Just because you were halted early, it doesn't mean that your lessons don't still dwell within you."
"My king," I say, clasping his hand with both of mine and raising it a bit up under my chin. "My lessons are merely those of pleasure for others now. A kingdom cannot run under the thumb of someone who's done as I have. If I have sold myself, my subjects will think that I will sell them just as easily."
"You don't sell yourself," he argues. "Eric sells you. You're merely caught in-between him and the men he gives you to. There is not one person in this kingdom who believes you to be a whore."
"The kingdom knows I still live?"
"The ones outlying Sparta do," he nods. "Word travels among diplomats. My own came to me with word from the diplomatic head of Zacynthos that he had shared a bed with you and found that you were indeed the famous missing prince of Sparta. I had to come to see for myself."
I blush once more. "Men know that I'm now just a whore, then. They're fully aware that I'm not a virgin."
"For the most part, yes," he nods. "We're aware that Eric has you in his hold for reasons we can't quite comprehend. Your kingdom fights still for you, my king, not for him. They go to battle, crying of regaining the honor that was lost for failing to protect you," he wipes a bit of the cum mixture off of my cheek. "My king, I will help you."
"How?"
"I must return home to Opus soon. But I will find a way to save you, I swear it."
"Why?"
"Kyle, you are a friend. You may view me as a mere rapist, but I consider you a friend. I bedded with you for the mere intention of showing you that I am just as much a man as I am a lover. I was not planning on the other five joining us, but so the way the world works, I'm afraid."
"I can't say I'm not used to plans being changed," I smile sadly.
He chuckles lightly. "I am here for you. And should you ever escape, the other lands are there for you as well. You merely need to make it out of this damnable castle."
"I haven't been able to for six years," I mumble.
"Well, we'll change that one day, I swear it," he leans down to kiss my forehead, but I tilt my head back and peck him softly on the lips.
We pull back slowly and I gaze into his soft, brown eyes. "Thank you," I whisper.
"May the gods be with you," he smiles before kissing me once more and getting off of my bed and redressing. He heads towards the door, looking at me again with that smile across his face before leaving. As the door shuts, I turn and look towards my water basin across the floor. I sigh and crawl over to the edge of my bed carefully, still a bit sore from the earlier events. I swing my feet over the edge and cautiously step onto the rug, my legs wobbling severely. I very slowly make my way to the basin and scoop out a handful of the liquid and splashing it on my face, rubbing it vigorously. I run it through my hair and comb my fingers through, my head spinning viciously.
The world knew I was alive, and yet my own kingdom did not? How was it so heavily guarded? My servants working inside the castle knew I lived still. Did my outsiders know as well? But they surely would have mentioned me once or twice to some commoners, yes? Just where is this line drawn? Perhaps Eric has just severed all ties to outside the palace wall, which is probably the best possibility. After all, I'm his toy. Gods forbid anyone try to save me from him and help me to regain my power.
I sigh as my hair is cleaned and I dip a rag into the water, bringing up and swabbing the release off of my chest and abs. My eyes wander around my room to my bed, still sticky and messy. I groan and clean off my back and ass as best I can, opting to just have a more through bath in the morning as I grab my robe and pull it on, not bothering to tie it with the band still atop my pillows.
I walk over to my table and yank a pair of spare sheets out from under it, my heart leaping into my throat as I come across a pair of shocking cerulean eyes staring back at me.
A/N: Who doesn't love a good gangbang every now and then? xD
Don't you love how you have five greek names...and then Token's just randomly in there? He actually came on a whim, I wasn't planning on putting him in here at all. But he's a cool dude, so he deserves some time. =)
Thanks for R&R-ing!