The King's Word

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The King’s Word

Summary: A slave named Nova is called into the King’s chambers one unsuspecting night. This may be a fortuitous meeting to Nova… But it is a nicely planned and long-awaited meeting for the King… ~

Warnings: D/s, H/C, Humil, M/M, Oral, PWP .

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He was the vision of regal, even when clothed in nothing but a smooth, black cape which was wrapped loosely about his muscled shoulders and fell in length to the floor. His entire form exuded only a strong, authoritative calm. His eyes like a wolf’s shone darkly in the dim light, and his long blonde hair fell in slight waves past his shoulders. He was seated in a red velvet chair, his forearms resting loosely on the armrests. His posture was straight and commanding, and his knees were spread apart slightly, showing off his entire lower half.

“Come to me.”

His voice was dark and rich and undeniable. I nearly stumbled as I stepped a few paces toward him on my otherwise light feet. I could feel his gaze on me as I slowly approached. I had to fight to keep myself from looking up at his perfect form. My heart felt like it was beating faster than a panicked rabbit’s. My knees and hands were trembling violently, and even a cool breeze flowing through the luxuriously furnished room couldn’t quell the heat I felt skating all over my naked skin.
A few more steps, and then I was as close to him as I could bear without collapsing. I stood before him, staring straight down at my slightly trembling hands.

“Give me your eyes.”

My face shot up and my eyes met his quickly. For a brief moment, a surprised and fearful expression captured my features; at his order, my body had moved on its own, before I even realized that a command had been given.

Inside my mind, I smiled proudly.

Now his eyes were all I saw. Even though I desperately wanted my gaze to trace over every powerful limb on his body; noting every shadow, every highlight, every tone and blush of his skin, every hair, every drop of sweat; I couldn’t move my sight from his.

“You look well, slave Nova,” he said, softly, and there was the tiniest hint of happiness in his voice. I nearly whimpered at the sound of my name on his perfect lips.

He had never called me by name before.

He continued, “Why do you believe I have summoned you to me now? Tell me.”

Sweat broke out on my brow. I swallowed. I had to speak, now, and I prayed that my voice would be more than a babbling whisper as I opened my mouth. “Your Highness… w-wished to be… pleasured.”

The King’s expression grew the slightest bit darker for a moment, and then he nodded slowly.

Inwardly, I sighed in relief. That had been an extremely dangerous question to answer; if I had underestimated his wishes, he would have had to correct me, and that would’ve been a terrible breach of etiquette. But if I had presumed too much, he would have seen me as preemptive and foolish, and I might’ve displeased him and been sent away.

I felt I wouldn’t be able to bear that ever happening. So I tried my very hardest to keep my focus, keep my eyes on his, keep perfectly still, until he allowed me to do otherwise.

“You may look upon me, slave,” He suddenly spoke quietly, and my eyes widened with wonder at his permission. I swallowed nervously, and after a long moment I let my gaze travel down his face to his neck, and then to his biceps. His arms were lean and strong, and following the lines of muscle, my eyes then fell across his chest. The planes of his pectoral muscles were highlighted with dark pink nipples, and the sight made my cheeks heat with a shameful longing to touch that perfect skin.

But before I could fantasize for any longer about touching his chest, my eyes seemed to take on a will of their own, and soon I was staring down at his groin. Dark blonde hair nested around his member, which twitched just as I looked at it. I held back a gasp. His length was thick and hard, and already very erect. I couldn’t imagine why he would be aroused… he had seen me, along with hundreds of other male slaves, nude before him in the past. And to many of them, he had done more than look. Why would this time be any different? Except… this was the first time he had summoned me for something like… pleasuring.

Truthfully, I was honored, but understandably frightened. I had never been… taken by him, or any other man, before. I was a virgin in every way except for sight. And the only men and women I’ve seen nude have been those whom I assist in bathing; a mundane and unsocial task that I am assigned maybe once or twice a month. I have bathed many men in the castle… and now I remember, I have seen the King naked once before, in a bath. But… he wasn’t… showing himself like this. .…So beautiful...

I swallowed back a squeak at the sudden intense arousal that stirred in my groin. The King’s engorged sex was leaking slightly already, making the stiff flesh glisten in the dim light of the room.

Gazing at such rare beauty, I began to fully realize the reason for my being summoned. In that moment, every fiber of my being seemed to vibrate with the desire to kneel at his feet and taste his essence. It took every thought from my years of training not to do just that. Tasting his Highness in such a way was strictly forbidden. As the King let me look upon him in this state, it was almost as if he was teasing me. But the whole of me felt privileged to be allowed to do so, even if I would never get any closer.


“Slave Nova, I wish to speak with you. Sit down where you are.”

As his calm command snapped me out of my dazed state, I blushed furiously and averted my eyes from him. I sat down as I had had been trained to do; resting back on my knees, my legs slightly parted, with my hands resting on my thighs. My head was bent down again to show respect. This sitting position was used to demonstrate submission and humility, and I sat so with pride. I awaited the King’s word.

“I have seen you before, slave, working in the castle here. You must have expected to be brought to me sooner or later, correct?”

As he spoke, a feeling of childlike adoration for his Highness began to grow in me unabated. His question was tricky, but I knew my answer and swiftly spoke it with conviction. “An audience such as this with your Highness is never expected, nor ever taken for granted, lord King.”

“I see,” he said, and then was silent for a while.

But then I heard the chair he was seated on creak, and I suddenly felt a warm hand on the side of my face. Strong fingers brushed the short brown hair by my ear, and then urged my head to tilt upwards, and I did so. My heart had been calmer as I had spoken with him, but now my pulse was racing once again, pounding in my ears so loudly I felt like even his Highness could hear it. Not knowing where to look as he tilted my face upwards, my eyes closed and my mind seemed to slip into a fog for a moment as his thumb brushed over my blushing cheek. Such warmth. Such amazing gentleness. My mouth opened slightly and a soft gasp escaped me, but for once I didn’t care about keeping my composure. The feeling of being touched by him was entirely overwhelming.


“You have no knowledge of this, slave Nova, but I have been watching you for some time.”

I swallowed nervously. His Highness… had been... …Why? What did I do to deserve that?

The King’s thumb brushed over my slightly parted lips, and it felt like my heart skipped a beat. He spoke again, “I know you are wondering why... Well… now I give you permission to converse with me freely. Speak your mind, slave Nova.”

I kept my eyes closed as I asked softly, “Why do you honor me with your attention, your Highness?” I knew the question was bold, and part of me feared the answer. But I had to know the truth. And being here… being like this, and being touched by such a gentle hand of my lord King… it was once in a lifetime. I had to make the very most out of this.

The King’s other hand came down to rest on my opposite cheek, and a shiver swept through my entire body. His hands were so large and soft and powerful… I felt utterly exposed under them. My mind was racing with feeling.

His Highness’ hands cupped my face and gently pulled it upwards even more, so that I was pulled out of my sitting position. I gasped softly as my hands had to move to hold me up from the ground; he was lifting me towards him. He continued to lift me gently... and the rest I remember as a blur of fear and heat.

I gasped in surprise, and my eyes opened as I was pulled slowly upwards, helpless to resist. Soon, I had been lifted so that he had me half-standing over his chair, and as I desperately tried to keep from losing my balance and falling on top of him, I had to use the chair to hold myself up. My hands rested on either side of his hips, my fingers lightly brushing the velvet of the upholstery along with the edges of his cape. My heart both swelled and sank at the feeling of being so close to his Highness. I could feel the heat off his skin… I could feel it everywhere… Surely this was too close. But judging by his actions, he wanted me near… and I couldn’t deny his power.

I was balanced precariously over him, now, my hands on the chair, my torso stretched up as far as possible, and my feet and legs straining not to slip out from under me. But as his hands urged me forward even more, I grimaced as I had to lift my knees up and apart to rest on the chair's base, on either side of his Highness' thighs, where my hands had been, and I moved my hands up further to rest on the back of the chair.

I looked straight into his eyes, desperately trying to hide the questioning and fear and underlying desire in my gaze.

His lips moved again in a softer tone, almost a whisper. “I have been watching you… because I find you special, slave. You seem… particularly in tune with the castle. And I wished to see if that harmony works with myself, as well. What say you?”

I blushed deeply at the whispered words of his question, and at the vulnerable position I was now in. I wanted to avert my eyes and think of a sensible answer, but nothing came to my mind except the obvious truth. In any other circumstances, I could never tell a soul what I was about to tell the King. But so close to him, feeling his warm hands on my face, sensing the heat and arousal radiating off of his body… I could tell him what lay in my heart.

“Lord King… I work in such a way with the hope that... your Highness might notice me. It has all been for you. …Everything… for you.” I whispered this forbidden truth, speaking quickly. I swallowed back my nervousness. “Because, I… I… love you, your Highness.”

I watched as his eyes widened the tiniest bit... but then the world I saw went dark, and was instantly replaced by a symphony of feeling.

In one movement, the King pulled my face the last few inches to his own, and his lips claimed mine with such intensity that I thought I would bruise. At the same time, one of his hands left my face and ran down my back, making me tremble and weaken above him. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as I whimpered. His hand slid down my body and cupped one naked cheek of my rear and squeezed possessively. I gasped and moved forward more despite myself, and I heard a low growl escape his occupied lips. I shivered in fear and desire, but didn’t dare to make a move. He had me in his power. I had never felt anything like this before… and it was perfect.


The contact of his lips on mine was broken after a few more moments, and my breathing came in soft, quick pants. My eyes had been closed, but I opened them again to see his eyes sparkling above me. He was smiling. All I could do was gaze at him in awe.

“Slave Nova… I have not heard of you being with women… so I assume you prefer the company of men. Yes?”

I nodded.

Then the King said, “Tell me, have you ever been bedded by a man before?”

I blushed and looked away from him. “I… I have not, your Highness.”

“Hmm,” he sighed contemplatively. He sounded… pleased at my answer. But all I could feel now was heat… and growing fear. I would, of course, give anything the King asked of me… but… I feared the pain. But… maybe he didn’t wish to take me in such a way. I knew there were other things involved in pleasuring. Some of my friends, other male slaves of the castle, had told me of such things. But I could never assume anything with the King. I kept a clear head.

The King asked, “Have you ever touched or pleasured a man?”

I bit my lip nervously, and shook my head. “I have not, lord King.”

His Highness nodded thoughtfully, and his hand on my back rubbed in soft circles, and caressed down to my hip bone, making goosebumps form on my virgin skin. His other hand on my face was placed under my slightly dipped chin, and the King tilted my face towards him again. I closed my eyes once more, and felt his lips on my cheek and the edges of my mouth.

He whispered to me, his hot breath ghosting over my skin. “Nova… you are pure?”

I had to force my lips to form the words as I whispered shakily, “Y-yes, lord King.”

“…I wish to have you tonight,” He told me.

I nearly whimpered with desire.

And he continued, “I wish to… learn about you. I wish to touch your skin and hear your heartbeat and feel you… in many ways.”


I felt like I was going out of my mind. Such passionate words… were those really his wishes? The King… he suddenly seemed so open, so warm, so… loving.
I swallowed and said, “I shall give you whatever you wish, your Highness.”

He moved away from me slightly, and then looked me in the eyes once more. His expression was changed, now. He looked almost worried. His calmness was still there, but there was something below the surface. I was puzzled for a moment before he spoke.

“Slave Nova… Would you give yourself to me so willingly even if I were not the King to command you?”

I was surprised by his question. He was worried… about my sincerity. What I truly felt, without being bound by law and duty to him. I had told him that I loved him, earlier… and now he was trying to affirm that. I felt warm inside. Was it too much to hope that he cared for me as more than just a slave? Was it too much to hope that he might… love me as I do him?


My hopes and emotions must have gotten the better of me, because his expression changed to one of even deeper concern… and it was then I realized that warm tears were flowing down my face. My eyes widened and I hurried to wipe them away.

“Y-your Highness… forgive me, I--”

“You would, would you not?” He stated, cutting my rushed apology short, and causing me to look up at him again.

“…Yes, your Highness… I… I most certainly… would.”


His smile was like life-giving rays of sunshine on my skin. Seeing the King’s joy… it made my heart swell. I had caused his happiness… and it felt wonderful. I wished to keep pleasing him.

Without thinking, I leaned up to his face and kissed his cheek softly, tenderly, my lips staying on his skin for many moments. I didn’t realize what I had done until I felt his hand leave my face and instead squeeze my shoulder tightly.

My heart sank as I realized what I had done… I had moved onto him. I hadn’t meant to move, but it felt so natural… I had forgotten my place. And his hand on my shoulder was a warning...

I moved back from him hastily, an apology already leaving my lips. “Your Highness, please forgive me, I… I didn’t mean to be--”

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand on my shoulder pushed down harshly. I let out a cry as my tense muscles were strained. This was bad… what was he going to do to me? I opened my eyes…

But then shut them again, a deep blush heating my cheeks instantly. The King’s member… was mere inches away from my face. He had pushed me down… right next to his groin, and my face was turned toward it, the side of my head brushing against his thigh.

“…Y-your Highness…” I squeaked out quietly, but he answered me with a deep, low growl of a command, his voice weighed down with desire.

“Pleasure me, slave Nova,” he husked out. His voice made me shiver, and as I opened my eyes again I clearly saw that his erection had grown even more. I swallowed, unsure of what to do. I couldn’t use my hands… or my body… I didn’t know what he wanted. I panicked.

“Lord King… I… I am not sure…” I began, but then my question was answered without a word.

His hand on my shoulder reversed its force for a moment, pulling me up, and then his hand moved to the back of my head, and pushed down again. My face was right above the end of his member… and before I understood what was happening, the tip of his length was forced into my mouth. My eyes fluttered closed as I tasted him. I had dreamt of this.

The King growled in satisfaction above me, and then I squeaked in surprise as my head was forced down more, making his member slip a few more inches into my mouth. He was swollen and large, and I could feel his heartbeat pressed against my tongue. I sucked instinctively, and my tongue slid over the head of his shaft.

The King’s member twitched and I heard him groan above me, and I endeavored to take more of him in. I moved down more and more, finally wincing as the tip of his length touched the back of my throat, and my gag reflex made my eyes water. But the pain was irrelevant as this seemed so right to me… and his taste was all I could think about. I sucked and licked his length, moving my head up and down over it, coaxing more of his nectar to leak out.

His Highness was breathing quickly, and his hand on the back of my head was pushing me down firmly. His fingernails dug into my scalp, but the slight pain was nothing next to the heat blossoming in my mouth. The King growled and bucked his hips up, thrusting into my mouth once. And then again. It hurt, and my jaw began to ache, but I could hardly feel the discomfort. I tasted his Highness. His power was throbbing in my mouth.

But then I noticed… every time he thrust upwards, he seemed restricted. He didn’t want to hurt me. I realized this suddenly, and would’ve smiled at the thought, had my mouth not been occupied. His Highness… was worried about hurting me, even while granting my wildest of secret wishes?

I now clearly felt the intense arousal between my legs, and heat throughout my body, and the King’s length twitching and bucking and leaking nectar in my mouth. He needn’t hold back… I wanted him. I wanted everything he wished to give me… and I wanted him to feel my desire.

I swirled my tongue around his length, and sucked his shaft hard, then winced as I moved even further down, making him slide nearly into my throat. My nose was buried in the soft curls of his pubic hair, and his scent was overwhelming me.

The King groaned again, and then I heard him say softly, “Nova… Nova, the heat, I… wish to… move inside this… amazing heat…”

He was asking my permission! And he had used just my name… I felt too honored… this concern on my behalf was too much. His Highness need never ask my permission for anything.

In response to his worried longing, I sucked on his length more intensely than ever. He groaned as he felt the suction, and immediately he began to thrust into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with each swift insertion. My eyes watered, and I felt pain and aching in my jaw as his movements became quicker and even more solid, but I barely noticed as my mind was lost to the heat and scent and power of his body. The heat between my legs became more stiff, and I whimpered loudly as again I tasted the King’s essence which was now starting to flow into my mouth. I heard him growl low, and then all sound was cut off as his length twitched and his hot seed shot into me, again and again. It filled my mouth, and I swallowed quickly, wanting to keep it inside. My lips held onto his length as he emptied himself down my throat.


After a few moments, his hands on my head slowly and gently lifted my lips off of him. I breathed deeply, and for a few minutes all I could do was rest my head on his thigh, panting quietly, and revel in his intoxicating scent and taste lingering on my tongue.

“Y-your Highness… thank you, your Highness… thank you…” I whispered breathily, and I felt his strong hand pet my head tenderly. I smiled dreamily, my eyes still closed.

“Nova… come here,” he said softly, and I slowly slid up to face him. My body was weak, but my arousal was still quite apparent, so when the King petted my head again and then leaned me against his warm chest, a soft whimper of desire slipped past my lips.

He heard me. “Nova? …Are you unwell?”

His sincere, open concern for me made my head feel even warmer, and my cheeks flushed. His words were like blankets of emotion, comforting and binding me. “I… I am very well, lord King… ” I answered, and then bit my lip to keep any more sounds from escaping. The arousal between my legs was aching now with need, and the fact that I was now lying so closely along the King in his chair didn’t help to lessen my excitement.

His Highness was in no way blind to my suffering, and he made the fact of his knowledge clear by running a hand down my face to my shoulder, and then to my chest. His fingers brushed over my hardening nipples, and I gasped quietly.

“So soft,” the King whispered, and I shut my eyes tightly. “You’re so delicate… and fragile, little Nova,” he said.

I felt guilty. “…Forgive me… if I am not… man enough for you, your Highness,” I whispered regretfully, as his fingers slid down to my waist.

“…Nova, you misunderstand me.”


I didn’t know what to think of his words, but I didn’t have much time to contemplate their meaning before I was lifted up over his lap. I gasped. The King moved me so that my legs were spread, straddling his waist. His hands gripped my wrists gently to hold me up. My arousal was hot and erect right between us, and with my legs spread wide, it was almost touching the King’s skin at his waist. The King smiled and then lifted my wrists high above my head, and I blushed furiously as I was totally exposed.

“I find you lovely, Nova,” he said, and it was as if I could feel the heat of his gaze tracing over my skin. I was entirely open to him, now, and it was all I could do to keep from whimpering and begging for more than just his gaze to touch me.

“Th-thank you, your Highness,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed, my head turned away from him. I couldn’t bear to look at him in such a position as this.

And it got worse.

One of his hands left my wrists, as the other hand was enough to hold me up. His now free hand slid down my arm, and then brushed over my neck. It moved lower still, and then his fingers pinched my nipples one after the other. I gasped loudly and my back arched me into his touch. But his hand didn’t stay at my chest.

His touch moved even lower, and I felt myself flinching and trying to move away from it as his fingers brushed lightly over my navel. I was trembling already, and then his fingers dipped lower to grip the base of my member. I cried out and shivered as that incredibly sensitive area was touched for the first time. His fingers moved up and down slowly and gently over me, and his thumb pressed over my tip. I gasped loudly, and my breathing sped up along with my heart rate. His touch was fire. I felt both longing and fear, wanting more, but unsure of what to expect. My untouched flesh was extremely responsive, and I knew that the King enjoyed my sensitivity. This control he had over me now… they way he was holding me, touching me… he was expressing something else besides the concern of earlier. He seemed... hungry. He was exploring me, finding out how to touch me to make me gasp, make me leak my desire, make me tremble with need… He was using my body to satisfy his curiosity…

And I was lost in it. This power… this dominance he exhibited so blatantly over me… it was unlike anything I had ever known. He had me so close and so willing and so aroused… and he was going to exploit that.


He didn’t make a sound as his fingers slid behind me, and without warning he started rubbing two fingertips over my pucker. Nothing had ever been inside me before. I was so tight, I felt like one of his fingers would be too big to fit… let alone the two he was now forcing in. I was being stretched, and I cried out as he pushed them into me. They were only an inch inside… but it hurt me. I gasped softly.

“Y-your Highness… it… it hurts me, it hurts…” I mumbled, then squeaked in pain as he moved them further in. If his fingers hadn’t been moist already, this ordeal would’ve been much worse. I tried to bear it… as I was getting even more hard, despite the strangeness and pain.

He was toying with me, and it was going perfectly.

The King leaned forward while at the same time bringing me closer to him, and he let my wrists go. I moved my hands to hold onto his powerful shoulders delicately. I was now pressed against his torso, and his fingers continued to push into me from behind. I gasped and shivered against him.

“Nova… so tight, so small… so hot...” he whispered above me. I whimpered in response, and a wave of pain and discomfort washed over me as his fingers were pushed all the way inside. I squeaked, then bit my lip hard. It hurt.

“Y-y-your Highness--”

“Silence.”

His order was cold. I shuddered and then squeaked, feeling his fingers slide out of me most of the way, and then push back in slowly. They were stretching me… and as they moved in and out again, they pushed harder. It sent shocks of pain through me. I wanted desperately to tell him it hurt, to beg for mercy… but I knew that he was aware of my pain. He knew what he was doing. I started to become rather frightened, but I couldn’t say anything.

His fingers pushed into me again, and then again, getting faster. Each time they slid inside, I shuddered with pain and gasped helplessly. The King started to move his fingers in and out rapidly, and I squeaked loudly with each quick push. I couldn’t hold back my cries… and at the same time, I felt my member twitching. This painful intrusion… it was making me even more aroused. And I felt as if I was close to something… good. But it was very strange. I was scared.

“Your Highness… aa--aah, I… I am… I… feel…” I mumbled, unsure of how to describe the sensation. And even though it hurt, I suddenly found myself wanting more.

The King’s finger’s slowed their thrusts. I looked up at him at met his questioning gaze as he asked, “Nova, you… you have never felt completion before?” There was definite disbelief in his voice. I did not know what he meant.

“Lord King, I… I do not understand… this…this feeling…” I answered, and then flinched, gasping as a wave of heat rushed to my groin. The King’s fingers had brushed against something inside of me. And now I could tell that I was very close to something, but… I didn’t know what.

“Nova, do you feel… something building?”

I nodded at the King’s question. Pain and arousal were growing in me, leading to something. I wanted to feel it. I wanted more, and I felt like I wanted to get to that something.

“Your Highness… it is… it is close, I am… close,” I whispered.

Immediately, the King’s fingers began to move inside me with a new speed. I cried out as I felt the pain and pleasure renewed in me. His fingers were deep inside… and now their thrusts hit a certain spot within me. Over and over, waves of pleasure coursed through me. I felt my tortured member twitching, and felt my muscles clenching around his fingers… and then I gasped loudly, my head tilting back as my member released its essence. Hot spurts of my own essence shot from me, landing on both the King’s chest and mine. And when it was done I whimpered, frozen, and then for a long moment I was lost in a daze.


When I returned to my senses, I felt so weak I could hardly breathe. My body was warm and limp, resting against the King’s strong form. His hand was petting my head slowly. As I took into account the state of my body, I felt only soft warmth and slight pain in my rear. Whatever had happened… it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. The King had given me that feeling… he had caused it. My heart swelled, and I snuggled against his Highness’ form.

“Nova, you will spend the night here,” He said, and I was snapped out of my reverie. I sat up slightly to look at him, and I nodded.

“Yes, lord King. …Thank you… your Highness honors me,” I said with honesty.

“Yet… I only wish you to stay if… you wish to stay, Nova,” He told me, and I smiled as his hand petted my head along with the warmth of his words.

“I wish to stay, your Highness,” I told him.

He smiled warmly. “Good.”



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The End.


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