Panting, I lay there boneless, but Merol wasn't finished. His eyes gleamed with dark intent as he wiped his cum-slick hand on my thigh, then dipped lower.
"Now for the real fun," he murmured, fingers tracing the cleft of my ass, circling the puckered entrance.
I tensed, still riding the aftershocks. "Merol, I—oh!" Two fingers plunged into my ass without warning, slick with spit and remnants of cum, curling deep to stroke my inner walls.
He was rough, vicious in his exploration, scissoring them to stretch me, thumb pressing against my perineum.
"So tight and hot," he growled, pumping in and out, the wet squelch echoing obscenely. His other hand returned to my softening cock, stroking it back to hardness with lazy pulls. "Beg me to finger-fuck you harder, Your Majesty. Tell me how much you need it."
The dual assault was too much—pleasure bordering on pain as he added a third finger, thrusting deep, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"Please, Merol! Harder... fuck, yes, finger my ass!" I begged, voice breaking, hips grinding down onto his hand. "Don't stop, I need it—ah, gods, right there!"
He chuckled darkly, his hazel eyes locked on my face, watching every contortion of ecstasy. "Listen to you, begging like a common whore. Your cute pink dick is getting hard again, twitching in my hand. Such a greedy ruler, ass clenching around my fingers like it never wants them out."
His pace turned brutal, fingers moved in and out, knuckles bumping my balls with each thrust. Lube from his saliva and my own sweat eased the way, and he used it to tease deeper, circling the rim. "Imagine if the court saw this—their ruler spread wide, begging his attendant to make him cum."
I was lost, babbling pleas. "Merol, please! I'm so close... finger me deeper, make me shoot—fuck, yes!"
My walls fluttered around him, the pressure coiling impossibly tight. His thumb pressed hard on the base of my cock, rubbing in circles, while his fingers crooked relentlessly.
"Cum on my hand, Your Majesty," he ordered, voice vicious and commanding. "Show me how much you love being forced."
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from my throat. My ass spasmed, clenching around his fingers, while my cock jerked in his other hand, spurting thick ropes across my chest and his wrist. Waves of bliss crashed over me, body arching off the ground, toes curling in my boots.
Merol didn't stop until I was whimpering, oversensitive and spent, fingers finally withdrawing with a wet pop. He brought them to my lips, smearing the musky scent across them.
"Taste yourself," he said, and I did, sucking them clean with a dazed moan.
He pulled me up then, cradling me against his chest, his cock stirring back to life against my thigh. The throne room felt smaller now, intimate in our shared debauchery, the obsidian throne looming like a silent witness.
"That was just the beginning," he whispered, nipping my ear, his shy side peeking through in the gentle hold, but the vicious hunger promising more.
I shivered, already craving the next escalation, my body marked and claimed by my once-meek attendant. The invention, the nobles—all faded; only this heat remained.
As the fire crackled, Merol's hands roamed again, tracing the cum-streaked skin of my abdomen, dipping lower to toy with the softening pink length that had betrayed my composure so thoroughly.
"Your cute little dick is adorable when it cums," he teased, voice softening but still edged with that dominant bite. "But I think your ass likes me more—clenching so desperately."
I flushed, turning my face into his neck, inhaling his scent—sweat and musk and lingering arousal. "Merol... what have you done to me?" I murmured, half-accusatory, half-awed.
He tilted my chin up, hazel eyes intense. "What you started, Your Majesty. Teasing me like that... you awakened something. And now, I want all of you."
"Wait!!"
"What happened?"
"I am a... virgin..."
Merol smirked, "Is that so? Me too. Let's learn together, okay?"
His words sent a fresh thrill through me, my spent body responding despite the exhaustion. He shifted, laying me back gently on the robes, then positioned himself between my legs. His cock, fully hard again, nudged my thigh, hot and insistent.
But he took his time now, the viciousness tempered by a shy reverence as he kissed down my body—nipping my chest through the fabric, kissing my navel where cum pooled.
"Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. More? Mercy? It didn't matter.
Merol's fingers returned to my ass, sliding in easily now, coated in my previous release. He pumped slowly, building me up again, while his mouth descended on my cock.
The pink head disappeared between his lips, sucked with gentle pulls that made me gasp. His tongue swirled, cleaning the remnants of my cum, humming in approval.
"So sweet," he mumbled around me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. His fingers curled inside, stroking that spot, while his free hand fondled my balls, rolling them tenderly.
I threaded my fingers into his tousled hair, guiding him, hips bucking lightly. "Merol... yes, suck my dick... finger me just like that."
He obliged, taking me deeper, throat relaxing to swallow around my length. The shy boy was gone entirely now, replaced by this confident lover who knew exactly how to unravel me. His fingers thrust faster, three now, stretching me wide, preparing me.
The build was slower this time, a simmering heat that made me writhe. "Don't stop... please, make me cum again," I begged, voice hoarse.
He pulled off my cock with a pop, grinning viciously. "Beg louder, Your Majesty. Let the chandeliers hear how much you need your attendant's touch."
"Merol! Fuck, please—finger my ass harder, suck my cute pink dick! I need to cum, make me... ah!" The words tumbled out, desperate and raw.
Satisfied, he dove back down, mouth engulfing me while his fingers pistoned relentlessly. The orgasm crested gently, washing over me in shudders, cum spilling into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, not missing a drop, fingers milking my ass through the clenches.
When I came down, he withdrew, licking his lips. "Delicious," he said, then flipped me onto my stomach, ass up, robes hiked high.
"What—Merol?" I protested weakly, but excitement bubbled beneath.
His hand cracked against my ass, a sharp sting that made me yelp. "Quiet. You teased first; now submit." Another spank, then his fingers delved back into my ass from behind, thumb pressing my balls.
I pushed back, moaning. "Yes... punish me."
He did, spanking and fingering in tandem, building me toward another peak. His cock rubbed against my thigh, leaking anew. "Your ass is perfect—round and begging for it. But first, cum again. Beg for my fingers, Your Majesty."
"Please, Merol! Finger-fuck me, make me shoot—I can't take it, but don't stop!" I cried, the vicious rhythm driving me mad.
He added a finger, stretching me further, and I shattered once more, cock spurting onto the floor, body convulsing.
Finally, spent and trembling, he pulled me into his lap on the throne steps, his arms wrapping around me possessively.
"What about... fucking me...?"
Merol smiled as he kissed my forehead. "It can wait for the time being."