Merol's hands finally moved, threading tentatively into my hair, fingers curling around the elaborate style that had begun to loosen.
"Ah... yes, like that," he breathed, the words slipping out before he could catch them. His hips rocked forward shyly at first, testing, but I encouraged it, moaning around him to urge him on.
But then, something snapped. His grip tightened, yanking my head back sharply until his cock popped free with a lewd smack against my chin.
Saliva dripped down my neck, soaking into the collar of my robes. I blinked up at him, surprised, my lips swollen and red.
"Enough teasing," Merol growled, his voice dropping an octave, the shyness evaporating like mist under the throne room's firelight. His hazel eyes narrowed, a vicious glint flashing in them as he loomed over me. The sharp jaw clenched, tousled hair wild now, framing a face no longer boyish but predatory. "You've been playing with fire, Your Majesty. Now you'll burn."
Before I could protest, his hand shot out, fisting my hair again and forcing his cock back into my mouth. This time, there was no gentleness—he thrust deep, the head breaching my throat with a gag-inducing push.
I choked, tears pricking my eyes, but he held me there, hips snapping forward in short, brutal strokes.
"Take it," he commanded, voice rough, laced with that newfound dominance. "Suck my cock like the emperor you are—greedy for his attendant's dick."
My hands scrambled against his thighs, pushing weakly at first, but the forceful rhythm overwhelmed me. His balls slapped against my chin with each plunge, the musky scent enveloping me.
Humiliation and desire twisted in my gut; I was the ruler here, yet on my knees, throat bulging around his girth. My own cock throbbed painfully, untouched, the friction of my robes against it sending sparks up my spine.
Merol's pace quickened, grunts escaping him as he fucked my face without mercy.
"Look at you," he panted, eyes locked on mine, vicious satisfaction curling his lips. "Regal poise all gone, just a slutty mouth for my cock. Bet those nobles would love to see their emperor gagging on attendant dick."
The words stung, but they fuelled the fire in my veins. I hollowed my cheeks again, sucking despite the force, my tongue pressing flat against him.
His thrusts grew erratic, balls drawing tight, and I knew he was close. But he wasn't done with me yet.
With a sudden yank, he pulled out, his cock slick and shining, veins bulging. He stroked himself furiously, aiming at my face.
"Open wide," he ordered, and I obeyed, tongue lolling out instinctively. Hot ropes of cum erupted from his tip, splattering my cheeks, lips, and tongue—thick, salty jets that marked me like a claim.
One spurt hit my eyelashes, another dripped down my chin onto my heaving chest.
Merol shuddered through his release, a low moan tearing from his throat. "Fuck... yes, take my load, Your Majesty."
His hand milked every drop, smearing the last across my lips before he stepped back, breathing hard. His cock softened slightly but still hung heavy, glistening.
I gasped for air, wiping at my face, but the taste lingered, addictive. My body trembled, arousal coiling tight in my belly. Without thinking, my hand dipped to my trousers, palming my aching cock through the fabric.
The touch was electric—my length was hard as steel, the pink head peeking from my foreskin, sensitive and leaking.
Merol's eyes dropped to the movement, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "What's this? The emperor has his own little secret?"
"Don't mock my cock!
He crouched swiftly, his hands—strong from years of service—grabbing my wrists to pin them above my head against the cool marble floor. My robes pooled around me like spilled blood, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
"Merol, wait—" I started, but he silenced me with a fierce kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting himself on me. It was possessive, vicious, his teeth nipping my lower lip until I whimpered.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down my neck, biting marks into the skin above my collarbone.
"No waiting," he murmured against my throat, voice a velvet threat. "You've teased me long enough. Now I get to play with you."
"But..."
"Don't you want me?"
"Of course, I want you!"
His free hand worked at my trousers, deft fingers unfastening the laces with surprising speed. He yanked them down, exposing my lower half to the throne room's chill air. My cock sprang free, bobbing upright—the shaft a flushed pink, tip glistening with precum. My balls hung snug, and below, my ass clenched in anticipation, tight and untouched.
Merol's gaze raked over me, hungry and appraising. "Oh, Your Majesty... look at this cute pink dick," he cooed, his tone mocking yet aroused, fingers brushing the sensitive head lightly. I bucked at the touch, a whine escaping me. "So dainty and eager, leaking for me already. And that ass... tight and waiting. You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
He released my wrists only to shove my thighs apart, knees splaying wide on the marble. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the slit to spread the precum.
The sensation was overwhelming—rough, insistent, no teasing now. "Merol... ah!" I gasped, hips lifting into his grip.
"That's right, beg for it," he said, his shy demeanour a distant memory, replaced by this vicious edge. He pumped faster, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, making my toes curl.
My cock pulsed in his hand, the pink length darkening with blood, veins standing out.
The pressure built rapidly, my balls tightening as waves of pleasure crashed over me. "Please... don't stop," I moaned, head falling back against the floor. His strokes were merciless, slick sounds filling the air as he jerked me off.
"Cum for me, emperor," he commanded, leaning down to lick a stripe up my shaft, tongue flicking the frenulum. That did it—I shattered, crying out as my cock erupted in his fist.
Thick spurts of cum shot across my stomach, painting white streaks on my skin, some landing on his hand. He milked me through it, squeezing every drop until I twitched oversensitive.