The Prince and the Slave
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,620
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Prince and the Slave
The light eased into the Prince’s room, fading into the shadows the further back they looked. Iluad stood in the doorway, carrying Sol in his arms. They looked at each other lovingly before Iluad carried him over to the bed and laid him on the end of it. Sol looked up at him, at the man he loved. Though they had only met a few weeks earlier at the Prince’s eighteenth birthday, the two were very much in love.
***
Not far out from the capital where the palace was, a small tribe of Dark Elves lived in the caves of the Mol’Urtha Mountains. They were a strange people, with questionable intentions, but they came on this day to offer their respects to the soon to be King. The whole tribe showed up and offered the Prince an unexpected gift, a slave named Iluad.
The Empress of the tribe approached Sol, leading Iluad blindfolded on a chain. She walked right up to him and held him in what looked like a hug to everyone else, though her tongue whipped out and lashed him across the ear. Her words were ripe with venom as she whispered to him, “accept this gift, or we will take it as a great insult.”
After speaking to the Empress, Sol grew cautious of exactly what they wanted of him. Their words frightened him and he was nervous of saying the wrong thing, for fear of starting a war (something the world had seen too much of in the last few centuries). He accepted the gift, despite being morally against slavery.
***
Iluad was different from the rest of the tribe. There was no air of secrecy around him, he seemed so pure. Sol, still being careful not to cause anything with the Dark Elf tribe, tried to build a friendship with the slave. It seemed, though, it was impossible to remove a lifetime of slavery from someone’s mind with only a week of friendship.
This caused Sol to break down emotionally. He grew ill and slept for three days. He awoke on the morning of the forth day to find Iluad sitting by his bed, having not left his side except for bathroom breaks and food runs. He looked up at him, softly speaking about the fears he had about the last few weeks. He sought comfort, something he didn’t expect to find. But he did.
From there, a genuine friendship formed between them, which over time grew into something else. These feelings took form earlier this evening after a short trip to the hostile world of Aós. Sol found his courage and spoke his true feelings; which, after a short gap of silence, he found were returned.
***
They looked into each others eyes for a few minutes, letting their love show. Slowly they leaned together and shared their first kiss, long and passionate.
And now, Iluad carried his young love into his bedroom and laid him on his bed. He brought his hand up to his face and lightly stroked his cheek. They leaned together and kissed again, their tongues dancing about each other mouths.
He pulled back, leaving the prince looking up at him and slightly out of breath. He smiled at him, and Sol smiled back. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, lightly running his fingers through his hair, “it is your first time, after all.”
Sol looked up, knowing he was ready but being unable to shake his nervousness. “I’m ready,” he replied softly with a nod.
“Alright then,” Iluad said, leaning down to kiss him again. His free hand moved down to Sol’s chest, gently massaging it through his shirt. His fingers slowly moved down, over his stomach, and gently pushed under the Prince’s belt and into his pants. He massaged under his palm, feeling him grow hard under his touch.
Sol began to softly moan into Iluad’s mouth, in time with the movement of his hand. Iluad moved his hand and started to slowly pull Sol’s pants down his legs. Sol blushed lightly as his pants were pulled down and discarded onto the floor.
They broke the kiss again and Sol was a little flushed and out of breath. Iluad was a little out of breath himself as he stood back from the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it with Sol’s pants. Sol stared lustfully at Iluad’s body; his chest and stomach was shaped so beautifully he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers over his stomach.
Iluad smiled when he saw the spark in the Prince’s eye, it showed that he was truly ready for this. He took Sol’s hand in his own and slowly brought it down to his own groin. He held it there with one hand as he used is other to undo his belt and take his pants off.
Sol’s cheeks burned bright red as he held on to Iluad’s member, and his eyes bulged when he saw just how big it was. Iluad stifled a laugh at this as he slowly leaned down and pulled Sol’s shirt off over his head. He took a moment to admire the Prince’s body before leaning down and pushing Sol onto the bed, rolling him onto his stomach.
He put his hands on Sol’s hips and lifted them off the bed. “Let me know if this hurts you,” he said to him, the prince nodding in reply. Iluad put a hand on Sol’s ass and lightly spread it open for easier access. He put his head up to Sol’s entrance and starts to very slowly ease himself into him.
“Ah,” Sol cringed at the new sensation racing up through him as he tightly held onto the bed sheets. Iluad slowed down, but kept going in, stopping when he was in up to the head.
“The hard part’s over,” he said soothingly in Sol’s ear, who paused for a second before nodding that he was ready to continue.
Still moving slowly, Iluad pushed in deeper and deeper, until he was in as far as he could go. With this, he slowly began pulling out again. Sol, not entirely knowing what to expect, turned his head to look at Iluad, but he stopped with a start when Iluad plunged himself all the way in to him.
He quickly pulled himself out again, and then went back in. With every thrust that Iluad made, Sol cried out, each one getting less in pain and more in pleasure. Deeper and deeper Iluad went. Louder and louder Sol cried.
Finally, Sol reached his limit; he clutched onto the sheets and screamed out Iluad’s names as he came. Only lasting a few more thrust himself, Iluad pulled himself out a last time and exploded onto Sol’s back.
He collapsed forward, his hands landing on either side of Sol’s shoulders. He took a moment to catch his breath before rolling off the side of the bed and grabbing his short to clean off Sol’s back.
“That was incredible,” Sol muttered, still recovering from what had just taken place, “will it always hurt like that?”
“You’ll get used to it,” Iluad replied, easing himself onto the bed beside Sol. Sol himself tried to turn onto his side to get a better view of Iluad, though in obvious discomfort. Iluad quickly put his hand on Sol’s shoulder, holding him in place. “Rest now,” he said, “you look tired.”
“Yeah,” Sol sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. Iluad grabbed the spare blanket from the end of the bed and pulled it over himself and Sol. He turned onto his side and protectively watched the one he loved. The young prince.
***
Not far out from the capital where the palace was, a small tribe of Dark Elves lived in the caves of the Mol’Urtha Mountains. They were a strange people, with questionable intentions, but they came on this day to offer their respects to the soon to be King. The whole tribe showed up and offered the Prince an unexpected gift, a slave named Iluad.
The Empress of the tribe approached Sol, leading Iluad blindfolded on a chain. She walked right up to him and held him in what looked like a hug to everyone else, though her tongue whipped out and lashed him across the ear. Her words were ripe with venom as she whispered to him, “accept this gift, or we will take it as a great insult.”
After speaking to the Empress, Sol grew cautious of exactly what they wanted of him. Their words frightened him and he was nervous of saying the wrong thing, for fear of starting a war (something the world had seen too much of in the last few centuries). He accepted the gift, despite being morally against slavery.
***
Iluad was different from the rest of the tribe. There was no air of secrecy around him, he seemed so pure. Sol, still being careful not to cause anything with the Dark Elf tribe, tried to build a friendship with the slave. It seemed, though, it was impossible to remove a lifetime of slavery from someone’s mind with only a week of friendship.
This caused Sol to break down emotionally. He grew ill and slept for three days. He awoke on the morning of the forth day to find Iluad sitting by his bed, having not left his side except for bathroom breaks and food runs. He looked up at him, softly speaking about the fears he had about the last few weeks. He sought comfort, something he didn’t expect to find. But he did.
From there, a genuine friendship formed between them, which over time grew into something else. These feelings took form earlier this evening after a short trip to the hostile world of Aós. Sol found his courage and spoke his true feelings; which, after a short gap of silence, he found were returned.
***
They looked into each others eyes for a few minutes, letting their love show. Slowly they leaned together and shared their first kiss, long and passionate.
And now, Iluad carried his young love into his bedroom and laid him on his bed. He brought his hand up to his face and lightly stroked his cheek. They leaned together and kissed again, their tongues dancing about each other mouths.
He pulled back, leaving the prince looking up at him and slightly out of breath. He smiled at him, and Sol smiled back. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, lightly running his fingers through his hair, “it is your first time, after all.”
Sol looked up, knowing he was ready but being unable to shake his nervousness. “I’m ready,” he replied softly with a nod.
“Alright then,” Iluad said, leaning down to kiss him again. His free hand moved down to Sol’s chest, gently massaging it through his shirt. His fingers slowly moved down, over his stomach, and gently pushed under the Prince’s belt and into his pants. He massaged under his palm, feeling him grow hard under his touch.
Sol began to softly moan into Iluad’s mouth, in time with the movement of his hand. Iluad moved his hand and started to slowly pull Sol’s pants down his legs. Sol blushed lightly as his pants were pulled down and discarded onto the floor.
They broke the kiss again and Sol was a little flushed and out of breath. Iluad was a little out of breath himself as he stood back from the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it with Sol’s pants. Sol stared lustfully at Iluad’s body; his chest and stomach was shaped so beautifully he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers over his stomach.
Iluad smiled when he saw the spark in the Prince’s eye, it showed that he was truly ready for this. He took Sol’s hand in his own and slowly brought it down to his own groin. He held it there with one hand as he used is other to undo his belt and take his pants off.
Sol’s cheeks burned bright red as he held on to Iluad’s member, and his eyes bulged when he saw just how big it was. Iluad stifled a laugh at this as he slowly leaned down and pulled Sol’s shirt off over his head. He took a moment to admire the Prince’s body before leaning down and pushing Sol onto the bed, rolling him onto his stomach.
He put his hands on Sol’s hips and lifted them off the bed. “Let me know if this hurts you,” he said to him, the prince nodding in reply. Iluad put a hand on Sol’s ass and lightly spread it open for easier access. He put his head up to Sol’s entrance and starts to very slowly ease himself into him.
“Ah,” Sol cringed at the new sensation racing up through him as he tightly held onto the bed sheets. Iluad slowed down, but kept going in, stopping when he was in up to the head.
“The hard part’s over,” he said soothingly in Sol’s ear, who paused for a second before nodding that he was ready to continue.
Still moving slowly, Iluad pushed in deeper and deeper, until he was in as far as he could go. With this, he slowly began pulling out again. Sol, not entirely knowing what to expect, turned his head to look at Iluad, but he stopped with a start when Iluad plunged himself all the way in to him.
He quickly pulled himself out again, and then went back in. With every thrust that Iluad made, Sol cried out, each one getting less in pain and more in pleasure. Deeper and deeper Iluad went. Louder and louder Sol cried.
Finally, Sol reached his limit; he clutched onto the sheets and screamed out Iluad’s names as he came. Only lasting a few more thrust himself, Iluad pulled himself out a last time and exploded onto Sol’s back.
He collapsed forward, his hands landing on either side of Sol’s shoulders. He took a moment to catch his breath before rolling off the side of the bed and grabbing his short to clean off Sol’s back.
“That was incredible,” Sol muttered, still recovering from what had just taken place, “will it always hurt like that?”
“You’ll get used to it,” Iluad replied, easing himself onto the bed beside Sol. Sol himself tried to turn onto his side to get a better view of Iluad, though in obvious discomfort. Iluad quickly put his hand on Sol’s shoulder, holding him in place. “Rest now,” he said, “you look tired.”
“Yeah,” Sol sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. Iluad grabbed the spare blanket from the end of the bed and pulled it over himself and Sol. He turned onto his side and protectively watched the one he loved. The young prince.