After the revelation of my new pen—a smooth-gliding marvel that silenced the hall with gasps and murmurs—I adjourned the meeting with a regal wave.
Most nobles grumbled under their breath, shuffling out with sour faces; the male leads' glares burned hottest, crimson, violet, and silver eyes promising retribution.
OG Caspian was a bit like me—full of weird ideas he could never shape into reality, always fumbling the execution. But unlike him, I can mould mine into gold. Suck on that, plot gods.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Merol asked softly as the throne room emptied, echoes fading, leaving just us in the vast space under crystal chandeliers.
"They weren't too happy about my invention. Some even glared like I stole their firstborn," I sighed, rising from the obsidian throne—only for the imperial decree pen to slip from my fingers, clattering to the floor.
I crouched instinctively to grab it, but as I shot back up, my face collided right into Merol's crotch—his thick cock and heavy balls smacking my cheek through tight breeches like a sleeping beast stirring.
The musky heat hit me like a drug; a muffled moan escaped my pouty lips unbidden, knees buckling as I toppled forward, accidentally kneeling before him in a pool of crimson robes.
"Your Majesty! What did you do?!" Merol yelped, staggering back a step, face flushing crimson.
Oh, forgot—men's weakness is their balls. We were alone now, no nobles to witness, just the fire. "I-I'm sorry!"
Mortified, I reached out to soothe the "injury," palm cupping and patting his bulge gently—soft heat twitching under fabric. But my clumsy touch only made it worse, the outline thickening, stirring to life.
"I'm sorry again!" Why am I such a klutz?! Panic rising, my fingers fumbled his waistband—breeches loosening—and his cock sprang free with a meaty smack against my face, hot velvet shaft slapping my cheek, precum-smeared tip bouncing off my nose.
"Your Majesty?!" Merol gasped, spectacles slipping off entirely to clatter on marble, revealing his hidden handsome face—sharp jaw, warm hazel eyes wide with shock, tousled brown hair framing boyish features flushed with arousal.
I yelped, hands shooting up to steady myself—grabbing his now rock-hard length mid-bounce, thick and veiny, pulsing hot in my grip. But the momentum unbalanced me further; my full lips parted in surprise, and the flared head slid right in—stretching my mouth around girthy heat, tongue instinctively curling under the ridge.
"Mphhmm!!" I mumbled around him, eyes watering, cheeks hollowing as his cock throbbed deeper, salty precum flooding my tastebuds.
My mind reeled, the sudden fullness in my mouth sending a jolt straight to my core. Merol's cock was enormous up close—thick as my wrist, veined ridges pulsing against my tongue, the salty tang of his precum coating my palate like forbidden nectar.
I should have pulled away, spat it out, and reasserted my royal authority. But something wicked stirred in me, a playful impulse born from the day's frustrations and the intoxicating heat radiating from his body.
My previous-self wanted to suck it, and play with it.
I hollowed my cheeks experimentally, sucking lightly on the head as it nudged the back of my throat. My eyes flicked up to meet his—those hazel depths wide with a mix of horror and dawning hunger.
His hands hovered uncertainly at his sides, fingers twitching as if unsure whether to push me off or pull me closer.
"Y-Your Majesty," he stammered, voice cracking, his shy nature peeking through the flush creeping down his neck. "This... this isn't... oh gods, your mouth feels..." He trailed off into a groan, hips jerking involuntarily, feeding another inch past my lips.
"You... shouldn't do it..."
"You l-like w-women..."
Emboldened by his hesitation, I teased him further. My tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, tracing the thick vein that throbbed in response. I hummed softly, the vibration making his shaft twitch violently, more precum leaking onto my tongue.
One hand still gripped the base, stroking slowly from root to where my lips stretched around him, while my other hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently in my palm. They were full and warm, drawing up tight as I massaged them.
Merol's breath hitched, his tousled brown hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head back, a low whimper escaping him.
"Please... I didn't mean... it's too much," he whispered, but his body betrayed him—his cock swelled harder, the tip bumping my soft palate.
I pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening with saliva and his essence, a string of it connecting my mouth to his flared head. "Shh, Merol," I murmured, my voice husky, laced with mischief. "You've been so dutiful, always at my side. Consider this... a royal reward for your loyalty."
"Your Majesty, you are the emperor! It will be sacndal!"
"Do you like women?"
He stilled, looking away.
"Then let us do whatever we want."
"What about...?"
"Forget her~"
I nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just below the head, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. My free hand trailed up his thigh, nails scraping lightly over the fabric still bunched at his hips.
His hazel eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he stared down at me, kneeling in my crimson robes like some supplicant king. The shyness lingered in the way his cheeks burned, but I could see the shift—a spark of something bolder igniting behind that boyish facade.
"Your Majesty, you... you're teasing me," he said, voice gaining a slight edge, though it trembled. "But I... I can't..."
I smirked around his length, taking him deeper again, bobbing my head with deliberate slowness. The wet sounds of my mouth working him filled the throne room, echoing off the crystal chandeliers like a symphony of sin.
My own arousal built, my cock straining against the tight confines of my royal trousers, a damp spot forming where precum soaked through.
The accidental collision had ignited something feral in both of us, and I revelled in the control, sucking harder, my tongue flicking the slit to coax more of his flavour.
Look, I know that I am the bottom here. But will I be the power bottom?