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“You’re late,” Eryx calls across the dining hall as June walk in with her pet in tow.

June ignores his useless jab as they walk past him, his body leaning in to get a whiff of her dutiful pet as he goes by. Silas flinches at Eryx’s strangeness but doesn’t give him anymore attention as he follows his beloved princess. Eryx smirks at the recognizable scent of sex on Silas and doesn’t bother to bite his tongue.

“He smells of you, sister. Can you be anymore obvious?” He teases, his eyes following his sister across the dining hall.

Silas does his best to ignore the teasing of Eryx, just like his princess manages, keeping his eyes down and his expression neutral as the other man makes his comments. His ears still burn red with embarrassment though, because he knows the scent of June is still fresh and potent on his body, just as obvious as Eryx points out. There’s nothing to be done about it now.

The king, June and Eryx’s father, stands behind his seat at the head of the table with his meaty hands on the back of the throne. He watches with intense eyes as June comes to stand behind her chair and Silas stands beside her, trying his best to shrink under the intense and scrutinizing gaze of the king. He already feels small under his gaze but not nearly small enough to disappear. He is convinced he will never get used to the king’s imposing presence, no matter how many dinner’s he attends.

“Take your seats. I’m starved,” the king gruffly demands with his low, raspy voice.

As polite and regal as always, the three of them pull their chairs out and sit at the table. Silas, as is customary, kneels beside June’s seat and sits silently and obediently. The servants move quietly to serve the royal family their evening meal. The tension in the room is thick in the heavy silence, as none of the royal family can ever seem to get along when they actually speak to one another. Eryx is talkative though and he doesn’t let the silence last for long.

“Can I have a go at him?” He asks his sister with a cocky smirk as servants put a plate of food in front of him and fill his cup. When June meets his eyes, he gestures to the pet kneeling beside her across the table. “I’d like to be serviced during dinner.”

June levels her brother with an impatient glare, though she’s not surprised that he would have the audacity to ask. He’s always been the entitled type, eager to take anything that’s not already is. Which is ironic considering he already assumes everything is his. His arrogance is fit for a prince like him but it’s grating to a princess like June.

“Silas is already spent. I used him before dinner,” June warns, hoping that will be enough of an excuse.

Of course, it’s not.

“Oh come on, dear sister. He can take more than that, can’t he? It’s not like I’ll break the poor thing,” he says with a mischievous smirk as he leans over the table.

Silas is tense with his fists clenched in his lap and his head ducked as he listens to the Prince and Princess talk about him. His heart pounds nervously in his ears as he awaits his princess’s response to her greedy brother. He is only meant to serve her. It’s what he’s used to, what he’s grown good at, what he has come to enjoy.

And she is much different than her brother…

“You swear you’ll be gentle?” June asks her brother, her voice stern.

The prince shrugs, his smirk broadening. “I said I won’t break him.”

June rolls her eyes and looks down at the pet kneeling beside her, gently stroking a hand over his head to get his attention. Silas looks up at her with slightly widened, pleading eyes as he anticipates her next command. He knows it’s coming and he is going to obey her every word in order to please her, but he is undeniably wary of that sinister prince.

“You will be alright, puppy. You know I would never let anybody hurt you, don’t you?” June whispers tentatively to her pet, stroking his hair affectionately.

Silas gulps, her reassurance easing his reluctance just a little. He trusts her more than anybody. She’s never been cruel to him and cherishes him so sincerely. It’s what makes him so eager to obey her every command. She is so warm and kind and beautiful. He’d do anything to make her happy, even this… He knows she’ll protect him always.

“Y-Yes, princess…” Silas mutters shyly.

June smiles sweetly at her pet and leans down to kiss his forehead. Silas’s heart flutters at the gesture of affection, giving him all the courage he needs to crawl under the table. He disappears from her sight and moves toward the pair of legs that’s clearly the prince’s, directly across from the princess. The king’s legs are to his right, so close and spread apart in an imposing stance that fits his gruff character all too well.

Eryx grins when he sees Silas appear between his legs and begins to undo the fastenings of his trousers. The servants pay no mind to it as they fuss about the table, laying out mounds of food for their royals. They move to the king and the princess as well, serving them silently as tension hangs in the air again. Both June and the king are happy to have food to distract them as Eryx plays his greedy games.

Eryx pulls his cock from his trousers, stroking it in front of Silas’s face as he kneels between his legs. He grips his shaft in a tight grip as he pumps it a couple times, bringing it to life until a bead of precum drips from his tip. He tips his cock toward Silas with a fire of excitement alight in his eyes.

“Lick it, puppy,” he commands, the nickname a sting to Silas’s ears when it usually sounds like a song coming from June.

Silas’s cheeks burn with embarrassment as he parts his lips and leans forward, dipping his tongue out to lick up the underside of Eryx’s cock and collect that bead of precum. Eryx moans, his cock hardening and pulsating eagerly in his hand as he pumps himself a few more times.

“What a good fucking pet,” Eryx growls, his voice gripping with sinister arousal.

As degrading as it sounds on Eryx’s tongue, the praise travels down Silas’s spine and settles in the deepest pit of his gut. Though, he is not the biggest fan of Eryx, he is grateful to be praised by a royal. He likes to be useful and he likes to please. His earlier reluctance is now clouded by his need for approval and he isn’t afraid to service the arrogant prince any longer.

“I want you to suck on it,” Eryx instructs, slapping his cock on Silas’s tongue in a purely degrading display that turns him on even more. “Take it all the way down your throat.”

With a slow ease, Eryx coaches his cock between Silas’s lips. Inch after inch disappears into Silas’s mouth, enveloping his cock in a wet cavern of warmth that has a low moan spilling off his chest. Silas holds his gaze the entire time, feeling his heart race and his own cock come to life as he tastes every inch of Eryx’s hard cock.

Eventually, Eryx hits resistance as Silas’s tongue keeps him from hitting his throat. Eryx frowns and puts his hand on top of Silas’s head, forcing his mouth down on his cock until he feels the head of his cock breach his throat. Silas braces himself on Eryx’s thighs as he gags around the invasion, but the feeling of his throat moving and hugging his cock head makes Eryx’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he completely ignores Silas’s struggle.

Eryx rolls his hips, holding Silas down so his nose is nestled in his pubic hairs and he feels Silas’s throat work around his cock head. He eventually loosens his hand and lets Silas come up for air. Silas comes completely off his cock, gasping and choking as he tries to gather himself. Tears stain his cheeks from the gagging but he doesn’t say a word of protest to Eryx or June.

His protests won’t matter anyways. He’s a pet, here to serve, and he is passionate about his ability to please. He’ll let Eryx use him as much as he wants.

“That doesn’t sound gentle,” June seethes from across the table, her voice bringing comfort to Silas’s pounding heart.

He can’t see her and she can’t see him but she’s paying attention. She is considerate of him, even though she doesn’t have to be. Silas is just a pet to be used. Still, she cares for him and that brings Silas a lot of comfort. He wouldn’t ever protest but he is happy to have such a kind princess to advocate for him. He feels like the luckiest man alive for that.

“Relax, sister. He’s not made of porcelain,” Eryx retorts dismissively.

With his hand still on Silas’s head, he forces the pet back on his cock. Silas takes him with ease, purposefully opening his throat this time so the invasion isn’t so forceful. Eryx moans again when he hits the back of Silas’s throat, and this time, he thrusts again and again. His hips are slow but punctual as he savors the intoxicating feeling of Silas’s mouth on him.

June and the king eat in silence as Eryx has his fill of Silas. They try to distract themselves from Eryx’s moans and curses by savoring their food and picking purposefully at their plates. When Silas’s moans begin to join Eryx’s, his muffled by the cock in his mouth, June perks up. She can’t help but pay attention to that familiar sound.

“You better not be touching yourself, pet. You know better,” she warns sternly.

Silas whimpers around Eryx’s cock at the reminder and he brings his hand back up to Eryx’s lap. Eryx chuckles and begins to thrust into Silas’s mouth even faster. He takes Silas’s face in both his hands now and fucks into the wet cavern with wild abandon, moaning and groaning at the increase of pleasure. Silas’s mouth makes the most obscene noises as he lets the Prince use his mouth, his body growing hotter and hotter with arousal.

Eryx throws his head back with a curse as he face fucks the little pet between his legs, feeling his orgasm approach. Silas moves his tongue with every thrust, caressing the underside of Eryx’s cock and the veins that pulsates there to bring him more and more pleasure. He wants the princes to come. He wants to feel him spill and flood his mouth with his seed. He wants to please.

“Fuuuuck, that’s a good puppy,” Eryx moans, his hips snapping into Silas’s face. “Such a hot fucking mouth… holy shit… that feels good…”

The king shifts and adjusts in his seat as he listens to the pleasure between his son and that little pet. The sound of his mouth working on Eryx’s cock is making him envious and he feels pleasure build in his own groin. He is beginning to grow impatient, hoping Eryx comes soon so he can use the pet next. He knows Silas is obedient and good at servicing the princess, and clearly the prince, though he has yet to serve the king…

That will change soon.

When the king grows impatient, he reaches blindly under the table and feels his fingers brush across Silas’s back. Silas moans at the foreign touch but doesn’t get the chance to look at the source as Eryx continues to use his face. The king grabs Silas’s waist and turns his body so his ass is toward him, running his hand over the round flesh and gripping it between his meaty fingers.

Eryx notices Silas’s slightly new angle and chuckles, looking up at his sister with a newfound cockiness. Both her brother and her father are using her pet and her father didn’t even ask for permission. The fact that she’s fiercely protective of her things is what fills Eryx with so much satisfaction. As her older brother, he likes messing with her things and getting in her way.

The king gets tired of the fabric of Silas’s trousers in his way and grips the waistband, tugging it down like a brute. Silas jolts, unintentionally taking Eryx deeper and gagging on his cock again. The king brings his hand down hard on Silas’s ass, making him flinch and moan around Eryx’s cock. The king tentatively rubs the smooth, hot flesh as Eryx’s head falls back again.

“I love it when you moan around my cock, pet,” Eryx moans, riding Silas’s face slow now as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay. He doesn’t want the pleasure to be over yet. “Moan for me, you slutty little cocksucker…”

Silas gives a weak, quiet moan that is muffled by Eryx’s cock, the vibrations feeding into the prince’s pleasure. When the king spanks him hard again, he cries out in blissful pain, sending even more vibrations straight to Eryx’s balls. The prince hisses through his teeth as he buries himself deep in Silas’s throat, savoring every single sensation of his mouth and his throat and his sounds.

“Do that again,” Eryx says breathlessly, pulling slowly out of Silas’s mouth until the head of his cock is perched between his lips. “Spank him harder.”

Silas whines in subtle protest before the king spanks his reddened, sensitive flesh. The smack stings and makes Silas cry out again, which Eryx takes as the perfect opportunity to slam himself deep into Silas’s throat. Tears pour down Silas’s cheeks as he endures the rough handling of the royal men, but his body craves more. His cock hangs hard and dripping between his thighs now that the king has exposed him, and he craves to touch it and seek relief.

He knows the rules set by his princess though and he would never disobey her. He won’t touch, no matter how much his cock throbs with every smack of the kings giant hands.

“He’s a fun little thing,” the king comments, rubbing his hand over Silas’s ass to soothe the impacted flesh.

“Don’t forget to be gentle. He’s much smaller than you,” June says absently as she sits back, legs crossed and swirling her wine in her goblet.

“Smaller, huh?” The king grunts thoughtfully.

As the word processes on his mind, he coasts a finger over Silas’s puckered asshole. Silas flinches away from the touch with a whine, moving closer to Eryx and taking him deeper. The king grabs his hips and forces him back, prodding his hole with more determination now. Silas looks up at Eryx with pleading eyes that brim with tears, his mouth stuffed full with his cock as he moans around it.

“Fuck, you look good with my cock in your mouth,” Eryx says under his breath, thrusting over and over again as that pleasure begins to build again. “Such a fucking slut.. a dirty, greedy slut for cock…”

Silas feels the kings finger breach his tight hole, and without warning, he comes. His cock throbs, spilling on to the floor as his eyes roll back in his head and he moans around Eryx’s cock. Seeing him come throws Eryx over the edge before he’s ready and he pumps hard and fast into Silas’s mouth, fucking his come into the back of Silas’s open throat. He shouts a curse and a few degrading names as he savors the blinding orgasm that takes over his body.

The world seems to spin around Silas as he lets the Prince’s cum slide down his throat. He swallows it without question, his cock bobbing as his hips uselessly hump the air to get every ounce of pleasure from his own orgasm. Eryx stops thrusting as his orgasm fades but Silas keeps bobbing his head, wringing out every drip of come and swirling his tongue greedily around the hard cock. He truly has turned into a slut for cock.

Silas doesn’t even realize how far the king has pushed his finger into his hole until he feels him pull it out, every knuckle popping out of his tight hole and making him moan. He’s filled with relief when the king thrusts his finger back in, stretching his ass around his meaty digit and probing at his walls. The strange pleasure of it makes Silas eager to keep sucking Eryx’s dick. He doesn’t want to pleasure to stop.

Eryx’s cock is far too overstimulated after coming so hard and he hissed a curse, tearing Silas’s mouth off of him. He lightly slaps the little pet across the face as discipline for his greediness, making Silas’s head go dizzy with arousal. His eyes are glazed over and he looks absolutely fucked as he looks up at the Prince, leaning into his big hands.

“Look at you, you disgusting fucking slut,” Eryx hisses at the man. He smirks when he realizes Silas is pushing his hips back, chasing the pleasure from whatever his father is doing to him under the table. “You like getting used, don’t you, pet? You like getting fucked out of your mind by royal men.”

Silas whines, resting his cheek in Eryx’s lap as he pushes back against the kings finger in his ass. “Y-Yes, your highness… I-I… I like it…”

Eryx looks across the table at June, who is watching all that she can with Silas hidden under the table. His smirk is devilish as he looks at his little sister. “You hear that? Your pet is a fucking slut.”

June reflects Eryx’s smirk. “Why do you think I like him so much?”

Eryx has no retort to such an understandable statement and drops his attention back down to the pet in his lap. Silas’s eyes are rolled into the back of his head as he pushes back against the king’s finger, fucking himself on the meaty stick as the king prods at the sensitive spot inside him that sends jolts of pleasure up his spine. His cock is already spent but he’s still hard and throbbing, on the cusp of another orgasm already.

The king pulls his finger free from Silas’s hole, spitting into his hand and bringing two wet fingers back to the puckered rim. He pushes both fingers in this time, inserting them slow and careful to make sure Silas is stretched without much pain. The pet still whimpers and grips Eryx’s thigh to ground himself, but his hips push back on the kings wet fingers. The stretch does something to his brain, making him more and more eager to be absolutely used and wrecked by these men.

Eryx watches in amusement at the pet in his lap, bringing his thumb to Silas’s mouth and parting his lips. He feeds a thumb into his mouth and lets him suck on it like he sucked on his cock as he slowly begins to ride the kings fingers. Silas continues to uselessly hump the air, feeling his cock drip and probably create a puddle under him as he rides the kings fat fingers. He can’t touch his aching cock so he just fucks himself on the kings fingers, desperate for the pleasure he craves.

“Spank him again,” Eryx tells his father, curious what he will sound like not that his mouth is not stuffed full of cock.

The king doesn’t hesitate to bring his free hand down on Silas’s ass, his two fingers still deep inside the pet parked between his legs. Silas jolts with surprise, his lips parting to cry out and his asshole clenching tight around the kings fingers. The sound he makes is fit more for a brothel than a royal supper and makes June’s face heat with arousal. She likes when he makes that noise and it reminds her of all the fun they’ve had in her chambers.

Now she’s growing jealous of all the attention her family is showing her pet… despite having used him before they even walked into this room.

“He got so tight,” the king mutters lowly, his voice thick with arousal.

As if the realization has sparked an idea, the king pulls his fingers free and begins to undo his trousers. June uncrosses her legs and sets her glass of wine down, using this brief moment as an opportunity to get her pet’s attention.

“Puppy! Come back to me, sweetie,” June commands blindly over the table.

Silas finds it hard to gain the motivation to move, but he does. He never disobeys his princess.

Lifting his head off Eryx’s lap and letting go of his thumb in his mouth, he moves under the table. The kings hand on his lower back keeps his ass in place and he simply pivots to face his princess and her billowing skirt. He touches her knees, letting her know he’s present, and hears her chuckle sweetly above him.

“There he is… What a good boy,” June coos above the table.

June grabs the fabric of her billowing skirt and begins to pull and gather it in her fingers. Her legs are revealed one inch at a time, and then she parts them, revealing her bare, soaked pussy under all the fabric. Silas’s mouth instantly waters and he slides his hands up her body, inching closer and closer to that hot center until his mouth clasps over the pretty mound. His tongue dragging hungrily through her wet slit makes her moan and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“There’s my puppy,” she praises, bringing a hand down to seep into his soft locks and hold him against her. “Use that tongue just how I like it, baby boy…”

Silas licks eagerly at June’s pussy, his heart racing with excitement at the familiar pleasure of the cunt on his mouth. He always loves eating her out and pleasing her and it feels like the perfect reward to servicing the king and the prince.

Except, the king isn’t quite done with him yet.

Silas feels the warm head of a cock against his puckered asshole and he yelps against June’s pussy, his eyes wide with surprise and his fingers gripping her plush thighs. She strokes his hair, muttering soft words of encouragement as the king spits on Silas’s crack, letting the liquid drip on to his asshole and using his cock to lather it like lubricant. It won’t be enough, Silas and the king both know it, but the king’s not stopping now.

He pushes the head of his cock slowly into Silas’s hole, stretching the young man carefully. A loud moan pours from Silas at the strange, overwhelming feeling taking over. He forces himself to relax, focusing his attention on lapping at June’s pussy and tasting her arousal as she drips all over his tongue. It’s not enough of a distraction as the king fat cock splits him open without mercy.

“T-Too much…” Silas cries as he pushes forward into June’s lap to escape the King behind him.

June cradles his head, looking down at him with so much warmth and care in her eyes. “It’s okay, puppy. You’re doing so well. He’s already inside. Just a little more…”

Silas whimpers, looking desperately up at his princess as the king continues to push deeper and deeper. When he hits too much resistance, the king pulls out, spits on his cock again, and thrusts slowly back in. Silas cries at the invasion but his body does manage to take him deeper. The king slides in all the way to the hilt and lets out a low, deep moan at the way Silas’s asshole clenches around his hard cock.

“Fuck… He sure can take it,” the king says in awe, his hands gripping Silas’s small hips in his meaty palms. “He’s so, so tight…”

“He needs more holes. I’m already bored,” Eryx comments, reaching for his wine as he sits back.

“He is perfect the way he is,” June whispers as she pets her beloved boy. “Aren’t you, puppy?”

Silas opens his mouth to answer his princess but his words come out as another loud cry as the king pulls back just to thrust back into him. His eyes roll into the back of his head again at how full his body feels with the kings cock stuffed inside of him. The king moves a bit faster now, creating a shallow rhythm so he doesn’t permanently hurt the poor pet. The pace makes endless moans pour from Silas as the discomfort gives way to pleasure.

“That’s it, puppy. Doesn’t that feel good?” June coos to the boy in her lap.

Silas nods, looking at June with foggy, half lidded eyes as the king fucks him under the table. “Y-Yes, princess… F-Feels sooooo good… so, so g-good…”

His words seem to give the king just the encouragement he needs as he brings his hand down on Silas’s ass again. Silas cries out at the impact that leaves a harsh sting, his body tightening like a vise around the kings throbbing cock.

“Fuck! So fucking tight,” the king growls, spanking Silas again and again to feel him suffocate his cock.

Silas cries out and sobs with every smack, clinging desperately to his princess as the king’s thrusts grow faster and harder. He jostles in June’s lap with every snap of the kings hips, soaking her skirt in tears and calling out to her again and again. His voice is broken and pathetic, his words interrupted by moans of pleasure as the kings cock hits his prostate just right again and again.

Silas’s cock swings between his legs as the king takes him from behind, drooling on to the floor again and again. His whole body buzzes with pleasure and he grows desperate to finally touch himself and get some relief again, but he can’t, and that only makes him cling to June even more. He needs her permission. His neglected cock is nearly in pain with how hard he is.

Desperate for June’s approval, he decides to return his mouth to her pussy again. Surely, making her come will soften her up enough to grant him permission.

Silas dips his head between June’s thighs and seals his mouth over her mound again. June gasps at the warm, wet contact and moans as she feels his tongue dip between her folds and penetrate her hole. With the kings thrusts jostling Silas’s body, he doesn’t even have to move his tongue. The wet muscle fucks her hole at the same pace the king fucks him, making June tremble with pleasure as she relaxes back in her seat.

The king’s thrusts grow harsher and harsher, his hand coming down on Silas’s ass every couple times to feel him get tighter around his cock. Silas plays with June’s clit as he laps and penetrates her hole, bringing her closer and closer to her own release. He can feel the king’s massive cock throb and twitch inside of him as he grows closer to his own climax and it spurs Silas on.

His mouth is ravenous on June’s pussy as he forces his hips back on the king’s cock. The grip the king has on his hips helps to pull him down on him with every sharp impact, making his cock hit so deep inside Silas that he feels it in his stomach. His hips are going to be bruised by the kings meaty fingers, he’s sure of it, and his asshole mighty be ruined, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to come. He just wants to please. And it all feels so good.

“Right there, puppy… Right there,” June moans as she grips his hair, riding his tongue as he plays with her clit. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Right there! Give me your fucking tongue!”

Silas moans against June’s pussy, stuffing his tongue as deep as he can inside of her as he rubs fast circles on her clit. The warm gush of her orgasm floods Silas’s mouth and makes obscene noises as she rides his face, drenching him in her release. She trembles and moans and throws her head back, savoring every ounce of the pleasure with wild abandon. Silas moans with satisfaction, the vibrations making June quake in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The king grunts in approval at how the pet has pleased the princess and spanks him again, driving in hard and deep. Silas braces himself with his hands on either side of June’s chair as the king fucks into him so frantically. The smell of June’s release on his face and her perfume on her dress fills Silas’s nose as he rides the king’s big cock and he realizes just how happy he is. He is so grateful to be a royal pet in this very moment.

“You take it so good, pet,” the king hisses between gritted teeth as he pulls Silas’s hips back to meet every one of his sharp thrusts. “So. Fucking. Good. So. Fucking. Tight. I’m going to come inside this hole… I’m going to fill you up…”

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the dining hall as the king fucks wildly into Silas, the pace only increasing and increasing until he can’t move any faster. He’s turned into a beast, fucking the boys lithe body with his fat cock like he’s trying to impregnate him. June cradles Silas’s head as he simply braces himself, enduring every harsh pounding of his reddened ass.

“Please, please, please….” Silas chants breathlessly in June’s lap, nuzzles desperately into her warmth and her smell. “P-Please, fuck meeee… Please, fill me up… please, please, please…”

The king groans at Silas’s pathetic whining, his balls drawing up with pleasure, and his hips snap against the younger one’s ass once, twice, and a third time before he comes. He buries himself deep, his hands crushing Silas’s hips as he forces the pet on his cock. His cock swells and pulsates inside of Silas’s tight, quivering channel as he dumps load after load of hot cum inside his body. He can’t help but grunt with the intense release, his muscles tight and trembling as it takes over his body.

“Look at you take it like such a good boy, puppy,” June whispers to her pet as he whimpers against her. “You love to be filled with cock and stuffed with cum, don’t you?”

Silas brings his hands to June’s waist, his fingers trembling over her tight corset as he nuzzles into her. “A-Anything for you, my princess… All for you…” he whines.

June chuckles fondly as continues to caress and cradle her pet, comforting him with just her touch. When Silas jostles in her lap again, more whimpers escaping him, she looks up to see her father driving into him a couple more times. He’s riding out the last of his orgasm and fucking his cum as deep as he can into Silas’s tight, warm hole. He doesn’t even want to pull out, but he does as the pleasure of his release fades and his mind sobers.

The king pulls completely free of Silas’s ass and lazily strokes his cock as he uses his other hand to keep Silas’s cheeks parted. He looks down at the reddened mounds of flesh with morbid satisfaction, grinning when he sees Silas’s hole clench and a glob of cum spill out of him. The king swipes the cum on to his finger and buries it back into Silas’s asshole, not wanting him to lose a single drop of him.

The king lightly spanks Silas again, sending the same jolt of pain through him with how sensitive his cheeks are now. His asshole clenches tight though and that’s exactly what the king wanted. He palms the small, sensitive ass in his massive hands, watching his asshole with hungry eyes as he reminisces on how good it felt to fuck it.

“What a good fucking pet, June,” the king says with a growl. “I could use him all day long.”

“So could I,” June purrs happily.

Eryx scoffs at his sister and his father and their simple taste. He liked using Silas too but he values variety. Using the same pet over and over gets old. He’d use Silas again, and probably soon, but he was already craving a nice pair of tits to bury his face in. He couldn’t fault them for being so fond of Silas though. He was a good pet.

June takes Silas’s face in her hands and pulls him close enough to plant her lips on his. She kisses him gently at first, but as soon as he responds to it, she slips her tongue past his lips. Silas moans into her mouth as she kisses him slow and deep, tasting every inch of his mouth that surely tastes just like her pussy still. If she cares, she doesn’t show it as she tangles her tongue with his and sucks it into her mouth with fervor.

Silas was beginning to come down from all the excitement as June cradled him and the king fondled him, but with June kissing him so deeply, he can’t help but get riled up all over again. His body lights with the attention and he crawls closer to June, desperate for more of her mouth. The kings hands leave his skin with the distance and he doesn’t care. All he cares about is kissing his beautiful princess.

“Did you come, puppy?” June whispers between heated kisses, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.

“Yes,” Silas breathes, wrapping his arms around June’s waist and pulling her flush against him. He kisses her with just as much furious passion as she kisses him. “Just once…”

June smiles against Silas’s mouth and the sensation makes his cheeks heat. Out of all the things his body just endured and it was her amusement that made him all flustered and embarrassed. She just has a charm to her that makes him melt every time he’s with her. She was all he ever wanted and her approval was his lifeline.

“Just once?” She teases, dipping her head down to his neck to run her tongue up his throat. “You want to come again, puppy?”

Silas moans, tilting his head to give her mouth better access. His blatant invitation makes her smile grow and she nips at his skin, sucking and lapping eagerly at his warm flesh to leave marks in her wake. Silas feels his body buzz with excitement at the warm sensations of her wet tongue and her plump lips on his skin. His hips involuntarily buck into nothingness again and he moans, his eyes fluttering shut as he endures her kisses.

“Y-Yes, my princess… I want to come again. I want to come for you…” Silas whines.

June brings her mouth back to his and moans into a deep, sloppy kiss. “You can come for me, puppy. You’ve earned it,” she whispers into his mouth.

Silas whimpers with relief and brings a hand down to his aching cock. He flinches at the contact as his fists wraps around his sensitive, throbbing length. He whines the entire time he strokes his cock, so overstimulated but so desperate for one last release. His cock drools all over his hand, dripping on to the floor in a puddle as he draws closer and closer to a burning orgasm.

In a matter of seconds, Silas tips over the edge and cries out in pleasure. He buries his face between June’s warm, soft cleavage as he fucks into his hand, spilling all over his hand and the floor. His cock thrusting into his hand makes the lewdest wet sounds that makes June smile as she strokes his soft hair, letting him drain his cock between her legs.

“Ahhh… Thank you, princess,” Silas mutters into her breasts. He nuzzles into her as his hand begins to slow on his cock. “Thank you, princess… Thank you, princess…”

June moans happily at Silas’s endless gratitude, cradling and spoiling him with affection as he comes down from his high.

“Anything for my good, good boy,” she praises softly.

Silas whimper at the sweet praise, his wild heart swelling with his obsession with her. He clings desperately to her body, soaking in every ounce of her warmth and her affection as she holds him.

He wouldn’t have done any of this if it weren’t for her. He’d do whatever it took to hear that praise and see her smile and feel her hold him. He’s do anything.

Luckily, she only ever used her power over him to make him feel good. Because the slight ache in the back of his throat and the throbbing pain in his ass, Silas felt good. It felt so, so good to be used and his beloved princess knew he’d be able to take it. She always knew what was best for him…

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Silas clings to June in his sleep, his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her breasts as if they’re pillows. She gently combs her fingers through his soft hair as she lies beside him, looking out the tall windows of her chambers as the sun breaches the horizon. She’s up early today and usually Silas is a light sleeper, waking up right alongside her whenever she stirs in the morning. He’s extra exhausted this morning though after being used so roughly by the Prince and the king at supper last night.

June decides she’ll let him sleep a little longer as she watches the sun rise. It’s so quiet this morning, only the sounds of birds chirping outside as the wind sings through the trees. It isn’t until June hears the footsteps of servants outside her door that she realizes it’s finally time to get up. Morning duties are starting and getting the princess ready for the day is one of them.

Careful not to wake her beloved pet, June slips out from his arms and crawls out of bed. Silas barely stirs, rolling on to his back and sprawling out across the bed. Only a thin blanket covers his lower half, his small waist and pale chest exposed as he peacefully sleeps. June smiles at how pure and delicate he looks, planting a kiss on his temple before she moves toward her chamber doors.

June peaks out from her room, spotting the servants that wait patiently by her door for her to wake. She waves them in, holding a finger to her lips to make sure they stay quiet. They all filter inside with her, stealing glances at Silas asleep on her bed. They don’t pay much mind to him besides remaining quiet as they get to work.

As servants pull garments from her wardrobe, June sits in front of her vanity as the others begin to brush out her hair and section the pieces. They braid the long locks and pull them up into beautiful designs, pinning them in place with perfect precision. June steals glances at Silas as she gets ready, smiling to herself at the way Silas’s chest gently rises and falls in his sleep. He is the prettiest pet.

As June stands on a short podium, the servants slipping garments over her over and up her legs, her bedroom door swings open without warning. The servants startle at the intrusion and June’s peaceful morning is washed away with the appearance of her obnoxious older brother.

Of course, he doesn’t knock. Why would he? He thinks he’s entitled to every inch of this damn castle.

Eryx opens his mouth to shout his usual nonsense to his sister but he doesn’t get a sound out before she shushes him. She levels him with a stern glare as she holds her finger to her lips, her other hand pointing to Silas asleep in her bed. Eryx is the last one who should be waking him this morning after it was his demands that put Silas under the table and exhausted his poor body.

A sinister smirk crawls across Eryx’s face at the sight of Silas sprawled out in his sister’s bed. He shakes his head in sarcastic disapproval as he starts to move toward the sleeping pet. June sighs, dropping her hands to her sides in defeat as Eryx sets his sights on the helpless target. She can’t do anything to stop him as the servants work her corset, tightening it around her slim waist as the last piece of the puzzle that makes up her complicated attire.

Eryx stands at the edge of June’s bed, leaning over it to bring his face close to Silas’s chest. He dips his tongue out and gently flicks Silas’s pink nipple, playing with the little bud until it puckers under his teasing touches. Silas shivers in his sleep at the sensation, whining uselessly as he turns his head against his pillow. He’s not awake yet and that spurs Eryx on.

Clasping his mouth over Silas’s pale chest, Eryx licks and sucks at the pet’s flat pecs. He brings his hand up to the other one and flicks and pinches at his hardened nipple. Silas whines once more and arches into the sensations, his cock coming to life in his sleep. The thin blanket tents over his growing erection as a small wet spot forms through the fabric. Eryx chuckles in amusement.

“I know it’s early, pet, but why should time get to tell me when you deserve to be used?” Eryx whispers low against Silas’s skin. “What if I’m hungry now?”

“He hasn’t even had enough time to recover yet, Eryx,” June whisper-yells to her greedy brother. “He’s still sore. Leave him to sleep.”

“Leave him?” Eryx growls in disbelief, glaring at his sister as his hand snakes up Silas’s chest and clasps gently around his throat. “You spoil him… He’s not meant such luxuries, sister. He’s a pet.”

June grits her teeth at her brother. “He’s my pet. I’ll spoil him all I like. Leave him alone.”

Eryx ignores his sister, grabbing Silas’s slim, pale waist and dragging his body to the edge of the bed. Silas whimpers and stirs, muttering for the princess before he settles again. Eryx chuckles. Silas is truly so worn from being used yesterday that he doesn’t even wake when he’s being dragged across a mattress. It’s painfully endearing. Eryx’s hard cock straining under his trousers can attest to that.

“Spoiled,” Eryx hisses as he plants himself between Silas’s thighs and leans over his body, caging his unconscious form against the bed. “Sleeping in the princess’s bed when you should be curled up on the floor like a dog.”

Silas whimpers and squirms, turning his head and burying his face in the sheets. His hips involuntarily buck into Eryx’s body and he moans when he feels a whisper of friction. Eryx snakes his hand down between their bodies and clasps his fingers around the head of Silas’s cock, stroking down the length of him and making Silas moan once more.

Eryx strokes Silas’s cock so slowly, twisting his wrist when he meets the head and making Silas writhe and buck beneath him. He still doesn’t wake, probably dreaming of all the pleasure he feels in the real world, and that makes Eryx feel bold and excited with possibilities. He wants to fuck this little pet while he’s still passed out and clueless.

“What a stupid little whore, riding my hand while you sleep,” Eryx whispers as he ducks his head into the crook of Silas's neck and licks up the length of his throat. “I’m going to ruin you, pet…”

June sighs at Eryx’s degrading dirty talk while her servants continue to dress her. One asks her about breakfast and then tea in the garden with her ladies in waiting. They whisper back and forth, completely ignoring the vulgar scene of Eryx licking and groping the pet sprawled out across her bed. It’s not so unusual a scene in this castle, though it is intriguing how fascinated Eryx has become with June’s pet.

Silas has always been hers and only hers. Eryx enjoys a variety. He doesn’t have one in particular, he just uses whoever he sets his eyes on. Even the king refuses to own a pet and has never shown an interest, until he just couldn’t help himself at supper last night. Silas must just have an effect on people or an alluring charm that can’t be resisted.

Eryx presses the aching bulge in his trousers against Silas’s exposed ass as he strokes his cock, marveling at the sight of his body bare to him. He runs his free hand down Silas’s lithe body, feeling every bone under his skin and tracing the bruises that his father’s hands left behind on his hips yesterday. He looks so pretty all marked up like this. He could use a few more, maybe…

Bringing his mouth back to Silas’s body, Eryx sucks and nips at his skin to mark him up. Eryx leaves little red marks all around his hardened nipples and across his collarbones, leaving traces of him all over his body. And he’s not gentle. His teeth dig into Silas’s skin and leave crescent shaped indents in his pale, delicate flesh. Silas whimpers and squirms at the all the bites he can’t quite sleep through.

“P-Princess… Please…” Silas begs breathlessly in his sleep, bucking into Eryx’s hand.

Eryx hums against Silas’s skin. “Your princess isn’t going to save you, pet. Not from me.”

Deciding he can’t hold back any longer, Eryx let’s go of Silas’s hard cock to fish his own out of his trousers. He pushes them down his legs as his hard, throbbing cock rests on Silas’s pelvis. The size comparison of their cocks side by side makes Eryx smirk to himself. Silas isn’t small by any means, but his cock is slimmer and raging red with arousal. Eryx’s is long and thick and leaking precum with how turned on he is.

Eryx grabs Silas’s thighs, pushing them up until his knees nearly reach Silas’s ears. The little pet is folded in half, baring his ass to Eryx without struggle. Though, Silas still moans and mutters pleas to his princess in his sleep. His hands grip the sheets of the bed and he buries his face in the blankets as he tried to hide from the need his body buzzes with.

Eryx grinds his hard cock over Silas’s asshole, letting his precum smear all over his ass cheeks and his pelvis and his puckered hole. He’s so turned on seeing Silas folded in half like this, completely at his mercy and clueless to what he’s doing. Eryx could fuck him so hard and so good like this, letting Silas wake up to his hole used and leaking with his cum.

The idea turns Eryx on even more and he takes the head of his cock, guiding it easily into Silas’s little hole. Silas is tight as he groans and squirms in protest, but when Eryx gets the head of his cock inside, his body gives way without trouble. His body instinctively rejected the intrusion, but once he thrusted inside, his body knew exactly what it needed to do to accept him.

“Fuuuuck, so tight,” Eryx groans as he pushes his length all the way inside of Silas.

He pins Silas’s knees to his ears as he pulls back and thrusts back in, pleasure shooting up his spine in blinding delight. He moans, his eyes rolling back in his head with the immense pleasure. Silas’s ass is so warm and snug around his cock, his walls wet and gummy and clenching around him. He’s completely asleep, whimpering and moaning and squeezing around him.

“That feels so fucking good,” Eryx mutters as he speeds up his thrusts, creating a steady, sharp rhythm that has Silas’s toes curling. “Gonna fuck you so good, pet. You’ll be dreaming about taking my cock every night.”

Eryx’s hips smack against Silas’s ass with every sharp thrust and the sound echoes across the room. June frowns at the sound but doesn’t turn to look. She couldn’t care less about her beast of a brother and his pleasure. Even the servants try not to pay too much attention as the echos of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room.

“Ahhh… So good, so good,” Eryx hisses through gritted teeth as he fucks Silas’s unconscious body. “Take it, you slut. Take my fat cock.”

As Eryx’s thrusts get faster and harder, his fingers digging into Silas’s thighs, the little pet’s arousal builds and builds. His cock leaks onto his stomach, twitching and throbbing. The engorged head of Eryx’s cock is battering away at his prostate and coiling his insides tighter and tighter and he barrels towards release. He’s going to come. It’s enough to stir him awake.

“P-Princess?” Silas whines sleepily, arching his back as pleasure crawls up his spine.

Eryx lets Silas’s legs rest against his shoulders as he holds himself up with his hands on either side of his head. He pounds relentlessly into Silas’s hole as he leans to brush his lips across the shell of Silas’s ear.

“Not quite, little pet,” Eryx growls.

Silas whines at the husky voice in his ear, letting his eyes flutter open as he bucks against the cock in his ass. He quakes as Eryx pounds away at his prostate, his hands moving to find Eryx’s broad shoulders. He tries to push as he realizes he’s trapped under his body, but he doesn’t have any strength and he’s all twisted up under his weight.

Panic starts to kick in but every thrust of Eryx’s hips against his ass scrambles his thoughts, distracting him. He’s so close to coming. It’s too hard to resist. He loves getting fucked. Eryx fills his hole just right. The king was big and rough, and while Eryx is rough, he doesn’t have half the strength of the king. And maybe the king stretched him out just right last night because Eryx is sliding in and out of him so easily now.

It feels good enough to come. Silas can feel the pleasure bubbling up, threatening to spill over before he’s ready.

“W-Wait… Stop,” Silas begs as Eryx pounds into him. He throws his head back with a cry as his cock leaks, eager to erupt any second. “Wait! Th-The princess! I can’t-AHhh!-I can’t c-come!”

A smile itches at the corner of June’s lips at the sound of her pet whining as he gets fucked. He knows the rules. He can’t come without her permission. He can’t even touch himself without her permission, though he couldn’t even if he wanted to with the way Eryx has him folded under his weight. The way Eryx is pounding his prostate isn’t giving him much control though. He’s going to spill but he doesn’t want to disobey his princess.

“J-June! June, please…” Silas cries as he endures Eryx’s rough fucking, uselessly pushing at Eryx’s shoulders to get him to stop. He doesn’t.

June steps away from her servants, rounding the bed until Silas can see her. His half-lidded eyes full of tears widen at the sight of her and he cries out, tilting his head back to get a better look at the pretty princess. She smiles sweetly at him, crawling on to the bed and seeping her fingers into Silas’s hair. He moans at the contact and tries to reach for her but Eryx grabs his hands, pining them between his chest and his weight on top of him.

“I’m not done with you, pet. You won’t touch her until I’ve had my fill.” Eryx finds his footing and brings his hands to Silas’s hips, keeping himself tucked deep inside the little pet’s hole as he positions right at the edge of the bed. “Hold your legs right where they are, pretty boy. I’m almost down.”

Silas whimpers but he listens to the Prince, grabbing the back of his knees and holding his legs against his chest. Eryx moans at the sight of Silas’s humiliating obedience and continues his wild thrusts. He doesn’t bother building up speed again. He just fucks into the pet, using his hole to chase his own orgasm.

Silas arches his back and throws his head back as Eryx pounds away at his prostate again. His cock twitches and leaks all over his stomach as he looks desperately to June. She just smiles at him, watching lovingly as he gets used like a toy.

“I-I need to come… P-Please, Princess…” Silas begs, a moan tearing through him as his whole body quakes. “Ah-fuck! Please, June! Let me come, let me come, let me come!”

June simply giggles, trapping her plump bottom lip between her teeth as she watches. Silas admires her pretty lips and her sparkling eyes, opening his mouth to beg again before Eryx clasps a hand over his mouth. He’s sick of hearing him whine when June so clearly isn’t going to give him permission. He doesn’t want to listen to Silas call his sister’s name while he’s trying to come.

“Shut up, you spoiled brat, and just take it,” Eryx growls through gritted teeth, picking up his pace to chase his release.

Silas keeps his eyes on his pretty June as he gets fucked, writhing and bucking against Eryx’s greedy thrusts. The cock filling him throbs and swells and Eryx grunts and moans, hinting that he’s about to come. Silas’s eyes flutter shut with the pleasure but he tries to keep them open to look at June and savor the touch of her fingers in his hair. It’s all too much though. He’s losing himself.

Eryx gives no warning to his climax. He tenses slightly as his cock erupts inside of Silas’s tight channel but his pace never slows. He fucks his cum deep into Silas’s hole, rutting like a wild animal as he grunts and growls. The warm flood of cum in his ass makes Silas quake all over and he’s coming before he can stop himself. His cock sprays cum up his stomach and chest, painting his pale skin in sticky, milky fluid.

“That’s right, pet. You love getting your ass pounded,” Eryx says with a breathless chuckle, his hips slowing as he savors the way Silas’s hole clenches around him. “Say it, pet. Say you love when I fuck you with my fat cock.”

Eryx takes his hand off of Silas’s mouth to hear the degrading words, but Silas doesn’t listen.

“I-I’m sorry, princess…” Silas sobs, his voice broken. “I came.. I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry. Forgive me, princess. P-Please…”

June smiles at the frantic guilt spewing out of her pet, but she doesn’t get a chance to fully enjoy it when Eryx slaps Silas across the face. Silas cries out and clenches around Eryx’s cock that’s still buried inside him. Taking his face in his hand, Eryx forces Silas to look him in the eye as he gives his ass a few hard and punishing thrusts that made Silas’s eyes roll into the back of head again.

“Look at me, pet! Tell me you love coming on my cock,” Eryx demands. “Tell me you love when I fill your slutty asshole.”

Silas whimpers and nods, his chest heaving with how overstimulated he is. “I-I… I love c-coming on your cock, your highness. I love when you f-fuck me and fill me up…”

Eryx snickers with satisfaction and June rolls her eyes. “You know, I’m not going to let you use him anymore if you’re going to be mean to him.”

Eryx pulls his cock free of Silas’s hole and watches as the puckered ring clenches around nothing. Come spills from him and Eryx steps back, letting Silas lay on his back as he holds his legs against his chest. That’s how obedient he is. Even when he’s not being touched, he won’t move until told. He knows he’s just a pet. A toy. Just a thing to be used. Eryx is starting to wish he had a clone of Silas so he didn’t have to share him or listen to his sister’s empty threats.

“He deserves to be punished,” Eryx says, his chest heaving as he tries to come down from the thrill of sex. “He came without permission.”

“And I’ll punish him myself,” June says as she moves across the bed. “Follow me, puppy.”

June moves to stand at the edge of the bed and Silas follows her, realizing what she wants from him when she bends forward and gathers her skirt up to reveal her bare cunt. Silas whimpers with defeat and takes his place behind her, leaning over her body to gently kiss her as she looks back at him over her shoulder. The kiss is so slow and intimate, making Silas’s still hard cock twitch against her thigh.

“You came without permission. Now you don’t get to come inside of me,” June whispers against Silas’s mouth. “Get to work, pup.”

A heavy sigh falls off of Silas’s chest and he brings his shaky hands to June’s slim waist. He nudges his cock against her slit, smearing remnants of his orgasm through his folds before he pushes in. The sensation of her pussy enveloping him in wet warmth makes his head go dizzy and his legs tremble. He’s already weak and used and he feels like he’s going to collapse any second now.

“That’s his punishment? He gets to fuck you?” Eryx asks incredulously.

June sings a pretty moan as Silas seats himself all the way inside of his princess. He lets out a shaky breath and rests his head against June’s back to try and compose himself before he starts moving. Her walls are already fluttering around his hard cock, clenching and milking him and begging him to move. He doesn’t really have the energy for it, having just woke up and got fucked, but he’d do anything to please his princess.

June looks over her shoulder at her brother as Silas slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. “But he doesn’t get to come inside, and that’s the greatest honor he could hope for. Another chance he lost to fill me with his pups…”

Silas whimpers at the reminder, his hands tightening on her firm corset as he starts to slowly fuck into her. The idea of filling her with his cum and fucking a child into her womb fills Silas with so much want and desperation. He’s only gotten to come inside her a couple times and it’s never taken, but every opportunity is better than no opportunity. Now that he’s come too soon, he’s lost it.

To fill June with a child, his child, would truly be the greatest honor. To fill her cunt and watch it drip out because her tight little hole can’t hold it all. To see her belly round and growing…. All because of him. His child. Silas would be hers forever. She would be his, finally.

The thoughts spiraling in Silas’s head make him drive into June faster and harder, desperate to come again. He ignores the trembling of his weak thighs and the ache of his asshole and hips, rutting mindlessly into his princess. Every gasp and moan from her tickles up his spine and encourages him to fuck her as best he can. If he can’t come inside, he’ll at least please her. He’ll always please her.

“Mm…” Eryx hums, the breath escaping through his nose and tickling the back of Silas’s neck as he closes in on the pet. “I get it now… It’s the worst punishment of all…”

Silas whimpers and nods, his hips relentless against the princess. June grips the sheets beneath her and pushes back to meet every one of Silas’s thrusts. Again and again, he pounds into her, gripping her tight and sliding through her walls as she clenches around him. The sensation drives him crazy, making him tremble and moan and buck like a desperate animal.

“That’s it, pet,” Eryx whispers, ghosting a hand up the length of Silas’s spine. “Fuck her like you’re going to impregnate her. Only good boys get to do that though, and you’re not a good boy…”

Silas whimpers pathetically and he buries his face on the crook of June’s neck, trying to get impossibly closer to her and drown in her. The head of Eryx’s cock presses against Silas’s hole and he whimpers, stilling inside of June as he braces himself to be filled. His hole is already sore and his inner walls throb with how used and abused they are, but he doesn’t protest his prince. He can’t.

Being filled by cock with his own buried inside of June does make him turn to jelly though. It’s all so overstimulating, making him tremble and whine and melt. Eryx holds Silas in place with his hands on the bruises left behind by his father. Silas is easy to hold in place with how light he is and Eryx doesn’t have to support much of him with his body bent over June’s.

June reaches to caress Silas’s face as she feels him tremble against her. His cock twitches inside of her and she squeezes around him. “You’re doing so well, puppy. I’m so impressed. You’re taking it so well.”

Silas whimpers, his hands tightening on June’s waist as Eryx pulls back just to thrust in deep again. His face screws in pleasurable pain but June’s praise encourages him to relax. All he ever needs is his princess and he can endure anything.

Eryx’s hand lands on Silas’s shoulder and he forces him to stand up straight, driving his cock into his tight asshole again and again. Silas’s hands on June’s waist keeps her pinned to the bed as his cock is forced into her cunt by Eryx’s thrusts rutting against his body. Silas cries at the brutal pounding of his ass, arching his back to force Eryx’s cock in at a new angle. June moans loud when his cock shifts too, hitting her in just the right spot.

“P-Princess…” Silas begs. “It’s t-too much… Please, please… M-Mercy…”

June ignores Silas’s pleas, as does the Prince. She moves her hips to ride his throbbing cock as Eryx drives into him from behind. Silas’s mind begins to melt as the overstimulating pain twists and morphs into morbid pleasure. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his tongue nearly lulls out of his mouth like a fucked out whore. He can’t help it. All he can do is endure the pleasures that rake down his spine and turn him to jelly.

Silas doesn’t even have to move as he’s fucked from all angles, June’s beautiful moans in front of him and Eryx’s grunts in his ear. They’re both riding him like a toy for their own pleasures and he loves every second of it, even as it drives him to the brink of insanity.

“Move for me, puppy,” June whines as she flattens her top half to the bed but keeps her ass arched and impaled on Silas’s cock. “Fuck your favorite pussy~ Fuck it hard…”

Silas groans at how euphoric June’s command is and his body moves with very little consciousness. He grips June’s hips and drives his painfully throbbing cock into her over and over again. Eryx grunts behind him and he stops moving, letting Silas do all the work now. He just stands there and watches Silas’s ass push on to him as he pulls out of June, only to rut into her and off his cock.

Back and forth, back and forth, Silas fucks his pretty princess and involuntarily rides Eryx’s thick cock. His hips don’t stop moving as his head rests back against Eryx’s shoulder. June cries out with how good he fucks into her at this angle, feeling every inch of his cock stuff her full. Eryx moans happily in his ear and brings his hands to Silas’s nipples, pinching and pulling at them to further overstimulate the poor pup.

Silas comes again in wild, erratic thrusts that has his whole body quaking. He nearly collapses as he sprays June’s walls, flooding her insides with her hot semen. Eryx catches him, holding him up with an arm across his chest and another on his hips. He’s out of it as his orgasm crashes through him like a storm, but his instincts keep his cock shoving into June’s tight hole, fucking his cum deep inside of her.

“Oh yes, puppy! Fuck yes!” June shouts obscenely as she pushes back against him, her own body trembling at the feeling of Silas’s cock erupt inside of her. “Fuck that come all the way inside me, puppy! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Give me more!”

June comes undone as Silas continues to rut into her with fast, sharp thrusts. Her arousal floods around him and pushes his come out, causing it to spill out of her and drip down her thighs. She cries out in pleasure, loud enough for the entire castle to hear her, as her entire body quakes with her release. She clenches and milks Silas’s cock with her pussy, feeling aftershocks of his orgasm spurt into her every few seconds.

Eryx chuckles at how fucked out and boneless Silas looks in his arms and he brings a hand to Silas’s ass, smacking him hard. The pet barely even responds beside a weak whimper.

“You got what you wanted, pet. So fucking spoiled,” Eryx grits between his teeth as he spreads Silas open on his cock and drives into him to chase his own release again. “You’re gonna take more of my cum, aren’t you, slut? You’re just a royal fucking cumdump.”

Silas mewls softly as Eryx’s fucks into him, shivering all over as he feels the prince come inside him again. Just like June’s pussy, his ass can’t hold anymore cum and it drips out him, coating his thighs and running down his legs. Eryx pounds his ass, the squelching sound of his cock pushing out more cum making him feral as he rides out every last ounce of his second orgasm.

The dirtier the sex, the better, in Eryx’s opinion and he was having a hard time not enjoying every filthy second of this.

When he’s finally spent, Eryx pushes Silas’s boneless body out of his arms and onto his sisters bent over body. She moans and whines as Silas slumps over her and Eryx simply chuckles.

“You okay, puppy?” June whispers to the boy draped over her, his softening cock still buried inside of her.

Silas groans, nodding his head as he curls his arms around her waist. “I-I’m okay, princess… Just… g-give me a second, please…”

June chuckles sweetly and cranes her neck to place a kiss on his sweaty temple. “You are such a good boy, puppy. You did so well for me… You take your time…”

Silas moans, squeezing June tight and resting on top of her as he tried to steady his breath and regain his composure. His legs are so sore, they won’t stop trembling. Between being wrecked at supper last night, waking up to his body folded in half and cock up his ass, and then getting fucked into oblivious just now, Silas can barely move a muscle. Everything aches. His stomach feels full of cum, his cock aching and sore, and his asshole gaping.

June doesn’t even realize when her brother leaves as she lays in the quiet with Silas. And she doesn’t move until she hears the gently snores escaping between his parted lips. She gestures for the servants and they carefully pull him from her body, laying him back on the bed and freeing their princess. She fixes the skirts of her dress, smiling at the feeling of Silas’s cum drip down her trembling thighs, and watches as the maids clean up Silas’s fucked body with wet rags.

Today is going to be a good day after a morning like that.

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The knights bring June a scrawny little thing, covered and dirt and unable to even lift his head as they drag his toes through the mud. They drop him at her feet like a bag of meat and bones, though there aren’t a lot of bones on this one. He’s a pile of nothing, barely catching himself when he hits the ground with grunts and whimpers as he tries to push himself up. It’s a pathetic display of an exhausted, unwilling, weakened soul that is rare in this roaring kingdom, especially on royal grounds.

“We caught him sneaking into the kitchen storage, stealing bread,” one knight says from under his shining metal plates. There’s a hint of gallant pride in his eyes at presenting the princess with a petty criminal. “The dungeons are full of actual dangerous criminals. We don’t have room for a thing like this. Say the word and we’ll execute him, save everybody the time and effort.”

June doesn’t flinch at the knights blood thirsty suggestion but the thief does. He lifts his head to the princess, his eyes pooled with tears under a mask of mud and bruises. His hair, whatever color it is, is completely caked in mud and clinging to his dirtied, pale skin. He trembles in pure desperation and terror, his lips quivering as he tries to speak.

“P-Please, Princess… P-Please, spare my life. I do not wish to die, I only wish to eat. Please…” he begs endlessly, his pleas a desperate chant that are overcome by his sobs.

June watches the boy in front of her cry at her feet, kneeling in mud on his hands and knees on the verge of death. It really would be a mercy to this one to simply kill him. He is too small and malnourished to work, too pathetic to save. He doesn’t look that much younger than the princess, maybe even a year or two at most, yet his future looks bleak. A mercy killing would be kind.

Slowly crouching, June lowers herself until she is eye level with the skinny thing in front of her. She looks him over carefully, intently, noting his pretty eyes that are filled with tears and those pink lips that are chapped and stained with the blood from his mouth. The knights must have roughed him up before bringing him here, or maybe he has a history of abuse judging by the purple discoloration on his face and arms.

“You think me so cruel?” June asks, her voice quiet and soft like a caress of an Angel.

The thief stares at June in pure wonderment for a moment as he realizes just how close and angelic she truly is. He never expected to ever be so close to such a beautiful maiden, let alone a royal one. And she is only a breath away now, looking so deeply into his eyes with a wealth of compassion that makes him feel at home for the first time since he was a boy. It sends a staggering wave of relief down his spine.

“N-No, Princess…” he stammers nervously, his eyes completely surrendered to hers. He never wanted to look away. “I-I don’t know… I don’t want to die. Please…”

June tilts her head, letting her locks of silky hair fall over her shoulder. He watches every single strand with epic fascination that, for a moment, makes him forget the intense pain of hungry coiling in his gut.

Princess June is flawless. Her hair is perfectly washed and styled and healthy. Her face is unmarred, with delicate features so beautiful that the paintings in the chapels don’t do her justice. Long, beautiful eyelashes. Soft, sparkling eyes. Plump, cherry tinted lips. Her gown is intricate and billowing in the mud but she doesn’t look dirty. She is pure.

She is the reason God’s angels fall. She is why envy and temptation exist. She is perfect.

“Why did you try to steal?” June asks, pulling the thief from his enamored trance.

Realizing he must do everything he can, given the rare opportunity to speak for himself and be heard, he adjusts his posture. He kneels before the princess, his head bowed and his muddied hands faced palm up and pleading.

“I-I come from a p-poor family, lost to disease. I have grown too w-weak to work. I-I am hungry, Princess. I have not tasted food in days…” he says, his words stuttering on uneven breathes. “P-Please, Princess. Please, your highness. I do not wish to die…”

Silence hangs in the air between the petty thief and the pretty princess, the knights watching over with impatience. Their fingers fidget on the hills of their swords and their jaws grind and tighten. June pays them no mind. She doesn’t let her eyes stray from the boy before her, despite the world moving around them with an impatience the rivals the guards.

Horses neigh in their stables, carriages rock and creak as they navigate the mud, the voices of royal staff echo of the walls.

One of the horses is secured to a nearby carriage and the coachman cracks the reigns, ushering both the horse and the carriage forward. The thief flinches at the noise and commotion, cowering on instinct but fighting his instincts to preserve some semblance of dignity in the face of the princess. June catches his fear before he can mask it though and watches the way his hands tremble, still held out in front of him like she may hand him a loaf of bread any moment and shoo him away like a dog.

June reaches a hand out to the thief, one of the knights stepping forward with alarm. “Princess! You’ll dirty your gloves,” he warns.

Because the princesses riding gloves are so much more valuable than the little thief in front of her. It is almost laughable.

Her riding gloves are perfectly curated by a talented leatherman, donned with her family crest, and decorated in hand sewn lace and embroidery by beloved nuns. Her riding gloves are priceless treasures worth more than this thief’s life.

June ignores the warning, touching the precious glove to the boys chin and tilting his head to meet her eyes again. He looks completely in awe of her and her willingness to, not only touch him, but to risk dirtying those beautiful gloves for him. It’s a gesture of kindness and benevolence that fills him with so much hope that his eyes pool with burning tears all over again.

“You have nothing to offer this world, nor myself for that matter. You have no money and you can not work. What use are you?” June asks him, searching his drowned eyes. “Death would kinder than anything you’ve endured in this life.”

A whimper of despair escapes between his lips, his chest heaving with the breath he takes. He shakes his head as his tears spill over and drag mud down his pale cheeks. “N-No, please… Please, Princess. I can be useful. I-I’ll do anything. I do not want death.”

June lets her warring thoughts battle as the thief sobs so pathetically. They both wait for her decision. Even she doesn’t know which way the coin will flip. Killing him out of mercy is easy and will hold no consequences. Not even the gods could justify a life this meaningless. Sparing him though, could be the drop of hope in a dry, desolate bucket.

After the war of the five families, the people need hope. Especially, men like this that succumb to a world moving too quickly for them to keep up. War brought death by the thousands, peace should not. Sparing life may be more important than sniffing it out in this new age of the realm.

“If I spare you today, you will owe the rest of your life to me,” June explains softly, though there is a stern edge to her voice that makes the thief’s throat work around addy gulp. “Do you understand that? I decide your fate, now in this moment and every moment for the rest of your life.”

The thief’s eyes widen and he nods eagerly, feeling that hope swell in his chest so fiercely that his words get stuck in his throat. His nodding also causes her gloved fingers to slip from his chin and smear through the mud on his face, dirtying the delicate detailing. She frowns at the inconvenience but brings her eyes back to his before she can dwell on it. She is far more intrigued by the new prospect sotting in front of her like a dog wagging its tail.

“I-I understand, Princess. I-I am happy to owe you my l-life if you spare it. It will be yours, undoubtedly. G-Generations of my bloodline will be in s-service to you, always, Princess,” the thief rambles endlessly through stuttering breathes.

The warring thoughts behind June’s eyes settle and she raises to her full height again. The knights take her wordless command and move to grab the thief. He stutters and whimpers and pleads once more, assuming he’s going to be dragged away and executed.

Instead, the knights carry him under his arms to an empty, steel trough near the stable equipment. One knights tosses him in while the other dumps a bucket of water over him. He gasps at the intense cold that pierces his skin and bone, his raggedy clothes doing little to nothing to keep him warm. The water sloshes around him in the trough, dragging the mud off his body and muddying the makeshift bath.

“N-No, please! So… S-So cold,” the boy says through chattering teeth as his boney fingers cling to the sides of the trough.

“Bathe,” June commands as the knights part, leaving her standing beside the trough and looking down at the thief with mild apathy. “You’ll not be allowed in the castle looking no better off than a wild animal.”

The thief trembles like a leaf in the breeze as he sits in the freezing water but he perks up at the mention of the castle. The princess is going to bring him inside, where only nobles and the most trusted staff are allowed. Someone like him would never be accepted to cross the threshold, especially in the state he’s in now. Never in his twenty-something years of life did he ever expect to see the inside of those brick walls.

“M-My clothes…” he stammers reluctantly, his teeth chattering around his words.

“Take them off. We’ll retrieve garments far more fitting for castle life,” she says plainly.

With stiff, uncomfortable movements, he pulls his muddied and ripped clothes from his body and tosses them over the side of the trough until he sits naked in the trough. He watches June whisper commands to the knights as he cups water in his hands, pouring it over his filthy hair. His entire body trembles under the cold biting at his skin and it’s difficult to bathe but he doesn’t stop until he feels semi-clean. Nothing will stop him from earning the princess’s benevolence now.

The cleaner the scrawny little thief gets, the more his bruises become obvious. He is even more pale from the cold temperature of the water, making the purple welts all over his body stand out in stark contrast. June finds herself unable to tear her eyes away as she watches him, pity coiling in her guts until she feels sick just looking at him.

“What is your name?”

The thief pauses, stealing a glance at June as he trembles in the dirtied water. He runs a hand down his arm, sweeping away caked up mud. “M-My name is S-Silas…”

June hums passively, as if his answer doesn’t intrigue her in the slightest, despite her asking. She eyes sweep across the courtyard in search of something more entertaining as Silas continues to bathe.

“Please, Princess… M-May I get out? It’d s-so cold,” Silas weakly begs.

June looks back at the boy and shrugs her shoulders. “Your clothes have not arrived yet but I suppose waiting in freezing water won’t make them come any faster. You can get out.”

“Th-Thank you, princess…”

Silas moves as quickly as his weak, frozen body will allow him. He stands from the water and climbs out on thin, shaky legs. The water drips off his body and pools around his feet on the cobblestone. His hands instinctively cup his cock to preserve some modesty. The only warmth he feels now, standing naked in the middle of a royal courtyard, is the warmth of embarrassment crawling up his neck to stain his cheeks and ears.

June steps forward and circles Silas like a hawk, her eyes taking in every single inch of him now that she can see it all. He is badly bruised, just as she thought. He truly does look like nothing but skin and bones now too.

“Why are you covered in bruises?” June asks as she circles him.

Silas trembles, standing wet, naked, and cold. “People are not k-kind to the weak and p-poor. After the war, only the s-strong are valued.”

Just gives another thoughtful hum, her steps gentle on the cobblestone as she swirls around him. She steps before him again and flicks his boney fingers away from his cock. He drops his hands to his side in tight fists, his posture hunched and body endlessly trembling. His face and ears are even warmer now as June looks at him with so much scrutiny in her eyes, but that warmth travels south before he can stop it.

His cock hardens under June’s stare and he curses between his chattering teeth. June meets his eyes again, the pop of her eyebrow expressing her surprise. Now he’s completely forgotten about the cold entirely.

“You are not one of the strong ones,” she notes passively, bringing her eyes back down his body. “Can you offer yourself in other ways? To make yourself useful?”

Silas perks up with surprise that June has ignored his obvious physical reaction to her attention. She truly is too kind, he thinks. She spares his life, offers him a bath, a job, invites him into the castle, and ignores his shame. She is nothing he would have ever expected. He woke up today willing to do anything for food, even going as far as stealing from the highest people in the realm, and now he’s here…

He must have done something in a past life to earn the favor of the gods, he thinks to himself. That is the only reason to think he could have such a terrible life, just to fall into the lap of the prettiest, most generous angel to ever descent from the heavens.

“Y-Yes, Princess,” Silas blurts eagerly. “I’ll do anything. A-Anything you want. I’m yours, Princess.”

June crosses her arms over her chest with a tilt of her head, pushing her bosoms up with the gesture. Silas’s eyes drop to her perfectly round breasts and the cleavage that dips down her perfectly form-fitting dress. His throat works around another dry gulp and his cock twitches as he becomes transfixed on how beautiful she is. His hands instinctively move to cover himself and conceal his arousal.

June notices, but once again, doesn’t say anything.

“Alright. You’re mine now, Silas. My every command, my every desire, anything I ever want or need. That’s your life now, you understand?” June asks, her eyes intensely locked with Silas’s.

“Y-Yes, Princess..” Silas nodded slowly. “I understand.”

The knights come back with clothes and June waits for Silas to dress. He trembles from the cold and hisses when he brushes one of his many bruises. He tries to dress quickly though, worried any second of waiting will make the princess impatient and angry. She’s distracted though, when she spots her brother across the courtyard.

The prince, Eryx, steps out of an empty stable and holds open the door for a castle maid. She stumbles out with her sleeve over her shoulder, her face flushed and hair wild. He smiles, watching her try to regain her composure and fix her dress. She giggles happily up at him when she notices the way he watches her with such heat in his eyes and then she’s reaching up, plucking straw from his hair.

Eryx leans down, whispering into the maids ear. She squirms and giggles and then scurries away, likely returning to the duties she’s been neglecting thanks to the Prince’s attention. Eryx watches her go for a few seconds before he starts across the courtyard, his eyes sweeping across the horses and carriages and staff. And then he spots his sister.

Prince Eryx doesn’t stop his confident saunter as he breezes past her, his eyes taking in both her and the scrawny boy getting dressed in front of her. “Who’s the worm?”

June breathes a scoff at the insensitive nickname, bringing her eyes back to Silas. “He’s my new pet.”

Eryx’s feet don’t stop carrying back to the castle but he does steal a glance over his shoulder at the blatant confession. His sister does not take “pets”… He barely even knows her to be very sexual active, though he hasn’t really been paying much attention with his own sex life taking up most of his time. His surprise makes his eyes linger on the skinny, pale boy as he tries to understand the appeal.

It doesn’t really matter, he decides. The boy might not be his flavor, and neither are “pets”, but his sister can do as she pleases. Eryx is happy to keep his rotation of castle maids.

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“Everything is loaded up and your carriage is ready, Princess,” a knight announces as she approaches the main entrance.

“Perfect. We’ll head out immediately,” June says brightly, her smile shifting toward her pet. “No reason to dilly dally, right, pet?”

“No, Princess,” Silas mutteres as he follows dutifully behind her.

Silas had every reason to want to dilly dally this morning. Princess June was setting off to meet a suitor today. He was a well off noble from a generation of bankers with more estates than he could count. He was a man suited for a princess, more so than some lowly pet, but Silas already despised him. No amount of money or status would ever make a man good enough for June.

Completely oblivious to Silas’s bad mood, June skips through the courtyard to the carriage awaiting her. The coachman offers his hand as she steps up and slips inside, reassuring her a safe trip. Silas sighs, his chest tight and uncomfortable, as he too climbs into the carriage and closes the door behind them.

“I hear Mr. Bodie has four sisters and two brothers,” June begins to ramble as she looks out the window of the carriage, watching the castle get further and further away. “That’s one of the reasons his family has so many estates. One for each of the children to pass down to their children. But with the kind of money they have, they could afford seven estates anyhow.”

“Mm…” Silas hums, just so June knows he’s listening. He’s not really. His attention is on her delicate fingers resting in her lap.

“And I hear Mr. Bodie’s estate is the biggest of all his siblings, with the largest staff and the grandest parties. It will be just perfect for us, puppy,” June says brightly, her smile spreading from ear to ear.

"Us?" Silas asks, his brows furrowing and stomach twisting with hope.

“Aw, puppy..” June tilts her head and reaches to comb her fingers through Silas’s soft hair. He feels all his tense muscles loosen as he leans into her gentle touch. “You didn’t think I would leave you behind, did you? To suffer the attention of Eryx for the rest of your days?”

Silas breathes a laugh. “I-I don’t… want to be left with Eryx… I want to stay by your side, Princess.”

“I know you do, puppy. I want that too.”

June moves carefully in the slightly rocking carriage, throwing her legs over Silas’s lap to straddle him in the plush cushions of the ornate carriage. His hands instinctively go to her waist but he keeps his eyes locked with hers in pure wonderment. Her own hands settle on either side of his neck as she smiles so sweetly at him.

“If Mr. Bodie doesn’t want a pet, we’ll find another suitor. And if that one doesn’t want you either, we’ll find another. Either way, puppy, you’re coming with me,” June whispers, her fingers rubbing soothing circles on his skin. “Your life is mine now. You will be going wherever I go.”

Silas’s chest tightens even more as he gazes at his pretty princess, completely and utterly enthralled by her. She doesn’t have to promise such things to him. Sure, she can cycle through suitors until she finds the perfect one. As the only princess of the realm, she’ll have endless options. But she has no reason to prioritize her pet when considering a future marriage. It is far too kind of her to even joke about such things.

Her generosity is one of the many reasons Silas has grown so impossibly fond of her, however. June has endless good qualities that makes him obsess over her, but this one has warmed his heart in ways he’s never expected. To be thought of and considered and prioritized…

It makes Silas grow bold and greedy.

“Wh-What if…” Silas starts, pausing reluctantly and clenching his fingers possessively on June’s waist. “What if… you didn’t get married to any of those rich suitors?”

June tilts her head curiously, a few curled locks falling over one shoulder. He watches her every movement and subtle shift in expression with rapped attention, trying desperately to read her. His heart pounds in his chest and his breath quickens with anticipation. He knows it’s foolish of him to ask and maybe even embarrassing, but he couldn’t help himself.

June takes Silas’s hands on her waist, dragging them slowly up the stiff boning of her corset and up to her propped up breasts. He gulps at the feeling of her plush flesh in his palms, warmth crawling up his neck and burning his ears.

“No matter what, puppy, you’ll always have this,” June whispers, squeezing his hands so they squeeze her breasts. “That is more than enough, isn’t it? No matter where we are or who we settle into bed with at the end of the day. You’ll always be mine.”

Silas sighs in a wave of both defeat and acceptance, his eyes falling to her pretty breasts. He very well can’t argue with her. June is a princess and she’ll marry a noble man, have his children, and perform her duties to this realm. He can’t ask for her to choose him or set aside her duties. He is already privileged enough to get this much of her.

No man of Silas’s status would ever get the chance to be so close to a royal if she had not taken pity on him the day he was thrown at her feet. He is lucky. He won’t ask for more. Whatever June will give him, he’ll happy take.

Silas grips the neckline of June’s dress, pausing to meet her eyes and silently ask her permission. She nods with a gentle smile and he moans, pulling the fabric down to free her breasts. They spill free so beautifully that his mouth waters, the straps of her sleeves falling off her shoulders. He leans in and captures one of her pretty, pink nipples in his mouth as he takes the other between his fingers.

June moans, arching into his touch and shivering with pleasure at the feeling of his tongue swirling so skillfully around the pebbled nub. He licks and sucks and pinches and pulls, growing hungrier and hungrier for her by the second. He loves the softness of her pretty breasts and how they feel in his mouth and in the palms of his greedy hands. She feels so perfectly made for him, it makes him dizzy.

Hooking an arm around June’s waist, he pulls her impossibly closer and grounds his hips up into hers. June gasps and reaches for her skirts, pulling them up until she can feel the press of Silas’s trousers on her thighs. She goes for the fastenings of those trousers and fumbles with them until the hardening cock hidden underneath is free and in the palm of her hand.

“Princess…” Silas moans against her breast, bucking into her touch.

The wheels hits a rock in the road, jostling the carriage and making June squeeze his cock. The coachman shouts a polite apology to the princess but neither of them hear it. Silas gasps against the warm, wet skin of her breasts and he nuzzles between them as he bucks into her firm grip. She purrs in delight at his needy affection and guides the head of his cock to her entrance.

Silas bucks against her out of pure instinct as soon as he feels the warm lips of her cunt against the throbbing head of his cock, but June keeps him at bay. She smears the warm precum spilling from his tip through her already wet slit, soaking them both in their shared arousal. And when the carriage rocks again, she sinks down on to him in one swift drop.

June sinks all the way to the hilt and they both gasp at the overwhelming pleasure. He fits so perfectly inside of her, stretching her just enough without it being uncomfortable and filling her completely full. Her warm, gummy walls quiver and clench around him, swallowing him whole and gripping him like a vise. Silas’s head swims with pleasure and he can’t help but thrust into her again, addicted to the pleasure of her warmth.

“You love being mine, don’t you? When you get to be inside of me whenever I command it.” June whispers lustrously as she dips her head to plant her lips on neck.

Silas moans, trying to thrust up into her heat to chase his own pleasure, but she has more control in this position. She keeps him pinned, her lips on his skin and her hand coming up to clasp around his throat. His cock twitches inside of her, eager to fuck her.

"F-Yes… I do… I-I’m yours, Princess… I’m all y-yours to use,” Silas stammers, feeling light headed and needy.

“Mine to use,” June murmurs against his skin, lapping at his neck and sucking on his flesh to litter him in new marks. June lifts her hips just to fall on him again, swallowing his cock so far into her cunt that he gasps all over again. “Say it, puppy.”

June’s command makes Silas melt and he lets out a small whimper, his head tilting back to give her more access to his skin as she continues to mark his throat. “I’m yours to use, Princess… I’m all yours… all yours to use… however you want…"

“That’s right, puppy. That’s it…” June moans,

June grinds her hips into his and creates a hot friction that lights up her whole body. Silas’s lips part in a breathless gasp and he desperately grips her waist, holding on for fear life as he lets her move at her own pace. Every drag of his cock through her gummy walls makes his spine tingle and every suffocating clench has him grunting in pure pleasure.

June laps at Silas’s skin as she moves, biting down hard on his collarbone when the head of his cock hits deep inside of her. Silas involuntarily bucks up into her at the sudden pain and he buries himself deep all over again. June whimpers with pleasure and pulls at his shirt, popping the buttons until his chest is exposed to her. She runs her hands all over his slender, warm, pale chest as she grinds into him.

“My perfect, perfect boy…” June moans, sliding her hands over his shoulders and using the leverage to ride him faster. “Does that feel good?”

A moan rips from Silas’s throat and he moves his hips to match June’s pace, fucking into her as fast and hard as she fucks him. “Ahh.. Y-Yes, Princess… So, so good… Please, d-don’t stop..”

Silas lets a small, desperate sound escape, his breath becoming shaky and hot on her skin as she grinds her hips into his, the friction between their bodies creating a heat that spreads through him in heavy, thick waves. The feel of her on him drives him closer and closer to the edge of his control and his fingers dig into her waist to maintain restraint. It feels near impossible.

"Oh… Princess… Y-You feel so good… I…” Silas’s voice breaks with a moan and he dips his head, nuzzling into her soft breasts as he focuses on chasing the pleasure of her pussy on him.

“How good, puppy? You like me on top of you?” June purrs, dragging her nails down his chest and leaving red lines in her wake.

Silas is panting now, his breath coming in hot, ragged gasps as he tries to string together an articulate sentence, his heart pounding in his chest. He nods frantically, his hands flexing slightly, then moving to grab at June’s hips, trying to hold her in place above him to let his own hips buck up to meet hers in hard, sharp thrusts.

"I-I like it… I like you on top… on top of me. Y-You’re so beautiful, Princess. You’re perfect…" His words are shaky and breathless as he fucks into her, completely oblivious to what he’s even saying.

The feeling of Silas thrusting his hips up into June so wildly, gripping her hips so possessively, has her mind scrambling with pleasure. She moans and cries out in pleasure against his throat as she lovingly caresses him, arching her exposed breasts against his exposed chest. They're so impossibly close, moving together in a perfect rhythm that has June teetering on the edge in no time.

Every sharp thrust of Silas’s hips sends a lick of fire up her spine and only makes her want to chase that pleasure even faster. The rocking carriage adds to their messy rhythm and their messy rhythm adds to the rocking carriage. The coachman is just about to pull the carriage aside to make sure he can give the princess a smooth ride before he catches the sound of her euphoric moans.

“Yes, puppy! Just like that! More.. harder..” June breathlessly commands, gripping his chest and holding him close as they move together.

Hearing her breathless, needy moans and cries has Silas driving his hips wildly into hers with new fervor. The pleasure rushes through his body in thick, hot waves, his breath coming in pants that dry and burn his throat now. His hands grab at June’s hips, trying to bring her body down harder on his body every time he thrusts up into her. The sounds of slapping skin and the echo of his cock sliding through her wet pussy fills the carriage.

June cries out once more, loving the feeling of Silas so wild and desperate to please as he fucks into her harder and harder. She can almost feel the head of his cock batter against her stomach with how determined he is to fill and please her. It makes her tremble as a smile blooms across her face, burying the expression in his neck before she sucks and nips at his skin again.

The way he’s fucking her so hard makes it hard to focus on marking him though. All she wants to do is come is on his cock.

“Almost there, puppy.. You can do it. Make me come,” June breathlessly demands as the pleasure builds and builds like a hot coil inside of her.

Silas moves faster, fucking up into her like a man gone mad. His hands on her hips keep her coming down to meet his thrusts hard and fast, amplifying their lewd noises. June gasps and clings to him as her body shakes with euphoric pleasure. His wild hips and determined grunts are turning her on even more, making her toes curl and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! F-Fuck me, puppy!” June cries as her release begins to take her.

She comes loudly against his throat, bucking her hips on his throbbing cock and drenching him in warm, slick cum. Her nails bite into his pale flesh and make him hiss with the pleasurable pain that sends a shiver down his spine. The sound of your breathless cries and moans is the final straw for Silas, his own orgasm hitting him hard and fast as his princess convulses on top of him.

Silas buries himself as deep as he can inside of her perfect cunt, emptying himself with shallow, sharp thrusts inside of her. He tenses all over with the overwhelming pleasure, his head lulling back and his eyes rolling back in his head as he sprays his release. He never wants to stop coming inside of her. The need to fill her so full and do it again and again until she’s pregnant with his child feels like his life’s purpose at this point.

June presses herself completely to Silas’s warm body, holding him close and burying her face in his neck as she comes down from her high. She can feel him come down too, his chest heaving against hers and his heart thumping just as hard to match the rhythm of hers. He feels so perfect like this, holding her as possessively as she holds him in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. He is the most perfect pet.

Silas tilts his head to nuzzle against June’s soft, beautifully smelling hair, his body buzzing with adrenaline and his breathing still shaky. He savors the feeling of June against him and holding him as tightly as he holds her. The feeling of their shared pleasure slipping from inside of her and sliding down his cock makes him smile to himself.

"Princess...” Silas whispers into June’s hair, curling his arms around her to keep her trapped as he makes his confession. “I-I… I love you, Princess… S-So much… I'm all yours.”

June moans a gentle sound of approval, running gentle circles on his skin with the pad of her thumb as she soaks in his embrace. “I love you too, puppy. You’re all mine, forever…”

A small shiver runs down Silas’s spine at the feeling of June’s soft touch and warm words, his own heart swelling with affection as he nuzzles against your her again. His arms tighten around her, holding her securely against him in his lap to chase away the lick of anxiety that still thrums inside of him. He never wants to let her go. He wants her here, in his arms and on his cock forever.

His voice quiet, but full of emotion as he murmurs into her hair. "Forever… I’m yours forever, Princess… Your puppy. Your pet. Yours…“

June giggles softly at the pouty way he makes his declaration and she moves in his lap, alarming him for only a moment before she grips his throat and brings his mouth to hers. She captures him in a deep, affectionate that makes his whole body light up all over again. He gasps against her soft lips, allowing her to slip her tongue into his mouth and devour him whole. He holds her tight, eagerly feeding into the kiss and following her pretty tongue like an eager, obedient, little pet.

Silas is more than happy to surrender to her passionate kisses, his body pressing into hers as he melts into the rhythm. The carriage still rocks and jostles on the dirt path, making the kiss sloppy and causing June’s hips to bounce on his cock ever so slightly. It’s just enough to wake up his cock again and he eagerly rolls his hips into hers as he seeks that familiar pleasure. He already wants to come into her filled pussy again.

June moans at the feeling of Silas’s cock pushing through her cum filled pussy, forcing out globs of their shared release and making it so much easier for him to move. She meets his little movements, bucking against him and never taking her tongue from his mouth. He gasps against her, his hands tightening on her hips and his cock twitching as he buries himself deep inside of her over and over again.

“Again?” June whispers against his lips. “You already want to fill your princess again?”

“Y-Yes, please… Please, Princess… I want more. I want you. Please…” Silas moans, his pleas breathy and desperate and adorable.

June chuckles darkly and wraps her arm around his shoulders, bringing them both down the floor of the carriage. She presses him to the floor with her hands on his chest and straddles him with a bright smile, raising her hips before slamming down on to his again. Silas’s eyed widen at the slightly new angle that nestles him so perfectly inside of her, feeling her walls constrict around his cock like a perfectly made glove.

He can feel every inch of her soaked cunt slide up his length as she raises her hips, and then she falls on him again, making him see stars. Maybe it’s because he already came once or because he’s pinned to the floor and being used like a toy, but Silas feels euphoric in all new ways. He’s being driven mad by pleasure, forgetting about the world outside of this carriage and only focusing on his princess.

June bounces on Silas’s cock, her breasts swaying so tauntingly in front of his face that he can’t resist grabbing and groping her. He palms the soft mounds and pinches the pretty, princess buds between his fingers, making June throw her head back with a moan as her pussy clenches hard around him. He bites back a feral moan and pinches and tugs at her nipples again, eager to feel her suffocate his cock.

The two are ravenous and wild in the confines of their carriage, their hands and mouths exploring as June rides his cock to release. She comes with a euphoric cry that Silas eats up with a hungry kiss, loving the way she quakes on top of him with the overwhelming pleasure. Her orgasm bursting around his cock is always enough to bring him to the edge and he comes right along with her, filling her so full that it spills out around the base of his cock.

When the carriage door opens, revealing Silas trapped under June’s body on the floor of the carriage, she looks up to see a knight staring down at them. Neither of them had even realized the carriage had stopped.

“We’re here, princess,” he says plainly, unaffected by the sight of June and her pet in a heated embrace.

Silas flushes deeply, his eyes going wide with embarrassment and bashfulness as he looks up at the knight. The reality of his body still pinned underneath his princess, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart still racing from the kiss all makes him flustered and frantic. He squirms slightly, trying to extract himself from underneath June to sit up and compose himself. His face burns with a mixture of arousal and modesty.

June puts a hand on Silas’s chest, forcing him back to the floor of the carriage before he can even get out from under her. The sound of his cock slipping through her wet pussy echoes lewdly in the carriage and he burns with even more embarrassment. June doesn’t flinch in the slightest and neither does the knight. It’s no secret what they’ve been doing in this carriage and it’s never a secret in the castle either.

Silas is simply too bashful for his own good.

June grabs the door of the carriage, flashing a pretty smile at the knight. “Five more minutes,” she commands, slamming the door shut.

Amused by just how flustered and embarrassed he looks, June runs his hands up and down Silas’s pale chest as she wiggles on top of him. It doesn’t make her bashful at all to know the others heard them having such a good time riding each other in the carriage, but she does so love how embarrassed her little puppy is. He’s so cute and innocent.

“Don’t be shy, puppy. They know you’re my pet. It doesn’t surprise them to hear or see us like this,” she whispers to him.

Silas nods slowly, his face still burning with embarrassment as he looks up at his pretty June, his eyes filled with a mixture of bashfulness and awe. Her words make him feel a flutter of love and submission at the same time, conflicted between his natural modesty and his desire to be her obedient pet. He’s not shy about his love and adoration for her. How could anybody not be obsessed over her and obey her every command? He just can’t help but feel shy about their lewd sex.

“I-I'm sorry, Princess. I just... I am happy to be your p-pet, but… It is h-hard to get used to sometimes… When people look…” he murmurs softly, his cheeks and ears pink.

June moans happily at Silas’s adorable nature, leaning down to brush her lips across his. “Don’t be embarrassed, puppy. You are mine, remember? I can fuck you and show you off and take pride in letting them see me use you.”

Silas’s throat works around a dry gulp, eager to close the distance between them and kiss his princess but far too happy to let her say such things about him. His cock twitches inside of June, forcing more cum to deep out from her filled hole. He hisses at the rush of arousal and leans into her body, ready for more already. The way he reacts to her words and her body puts a devilish smile on her face.

“You worship me, don’t you, pet? I am a benevolent god taking pity on a poor, helpless boy that serves my every command,” she whispers.

Silas shivers at the brush June’s plump, warm lips across his. A soft, ragged gasp escapes his throat, his body yearning for more. He looks up at June, his half-lidded eyes filled with a mixture of awe, devotion, and desire.

“Y-Yes, Princess... You are my goddess…" he murmurs hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion and longing. "I-I worship you... I am n-nothing... without you. I just want to please. Anything you w-want and it’s yours…”

“Thats my good boy,” June whispers the praise.

Taking Silas’s face in her hand, she captures him in another deep, heated kiss. She parts his lips with her tongue, tasting him shamelessly. She kisses him deep and hard, moaning as she arches her breasts into him and runs a hand up his neck. June tangles her tongue with his, dominating the kiss and biting his lip and tasting every inch of his warm, wet mouth. Their kisses fill the carriage with lewd, wet noises that gets her all hot and bothered in seconds.

Silas gasps at the sudden intensity of it all, his body stiffening in surprise and his cock pulsating eagerly inside June’s pussy. He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself though, so he simply melts into her touch allows her to take full control. His hands return to kneading her pretty breasts as he moans and responds to her hot kisses with equal passion and fervor.

June tangles her fingers in the hairs at the base of Silas’ skull, gripping him tight there and around his throat as she kisses him deep.

“Fuck me again, puppy,” June murmurs against his lips, rolling her hips and Silas’s hard cock. “I want to milk you one more time.”

Silas gasps as the pleasure of her command sends an intense shiver down his spine and straight to his balls. “Y-Yes, Princess… P-Please milk me again… Let me fill you…”

“Quickly, pet,” June urges.

At her command, Silas lets go of her breasts and grabs her flared hips. He pulls her up and off his cock, looking down between their bodies to guide her back down hard and fast. He hits so deep inside of her that June cries out, loud and shameless. His cheeks flush as he’s reminded of the knights outside of the carriage that await them but he tries not to think about it. He just raises his princess and brings her down on him as he thrusts up into her, his toes curling as his body buzzes with excitement.

Silas loves fucking his princess. He loves her sounds and her body and the way she swallows his cock whole. He loves that he’s hers to be used. He loves obeying her every command, making her come over and over again every single day. He loves his princess and he reminds her by pulling her into another deep, slow kiss as he drives his cock into her cervix so fast that she comes on top of him in moments.

He could have never asked for a more perfect life. He’d do anything for his pretty June…

Chapter Text

Silas walks perfectly in June’s steps as they approach the massive Bodie estate. His eyes wander about the perfectly kept grounds and the trees that sway in the breeze. It’s so quiet and serene here, away from the chaos of the castle and the busy city surrounding it. Even the air is nicer here. It smells of fresh, fertile dirt and wet grass. Even when Silas was a boy, playing in the wide open farm fields of his rural village, it didn’t smell this nice.

“Isn’t it just marvelous, puppy?” June gasps in awe as she looks upon the dark red brick of the manor, perfectly woven in green Ivy. “I never thought I’d see anything more beautiful than the castle but this has just taken my breath away.”

Silas turns his attention back on his Princess and lets the whole world fade away as he admires her. Her beautiful hair swaying in the wind, the billowing skirt of her dress as bounced as her personality, that bright smile on her face that warmed his heart, and the sparkle in her pretty eyes that melted him. How could a woman as perfect as her look at anything else with such wonderment? Not a single thing made by man could compare to her.

June and Silas climb the stairs to the front door, their eyes still taking in everything around them as they stop in front of the massive arched door with a bronze door knocker.

“You are a thousand times more beautiful than any stack of bricks, Princess,” Silas says begrudgingly, still feeling pouty for having to be here in the first place.

Silas is so distracted by his own sulking that he’s caught off guard when June takes his face in her hand and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s not a deep kiss but just the touch of her lips to his takes his breath away and his hands instinctively go to her waist as he leans into the affection. His tense shoulders and bad attitude is instantly melted away by her warmth.

The front door of Mr. Bodie’s estate swings open with a gust of wind, breaking the tension between them in a moment. Silas drops his hands and steps away as quickly as he can, ducking his head and making himself small so he won’t get in the way of Princess June’s first impression. He only hopes they weren’t caught in the act.

June smiles up at the tall, poised man who pulled the door open, but his eyes are busy shifting between her and the pet trying to disappear behind her. There’s a knowing glint in his eye, paired with a subtle smirk that catches June off guard. She decides to push past it though, already prepared to approach the subject as cautiously as she can when the time is right.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Bodie,” June politely chimes with a royal curtsy. “You have my sincerest gratitude for welcoming me to your humble estate.”

“Please, your highness. The pleasure is all mine,” Mr. Bodie rasps, stepping out to approach her. He offers his hand, taking hers gently and planting a kiss on her knuckles. “I am honored to borrow some of your time today to vie for your hand.”

June preens at his gentlemanly poise, feeling her cheeks warm with his flattery. He’s a handsome man, tall and toned and groomed so nicely. She is more than happy to catch the attention of such a man.

“Please, come inside.”

Mr. Bodie steps aside to let June pass. She bows gratefully and steps inside. Silas glances briefly up at Mr. Bodie as he moves to follow her, his spine pricking with awareness when he spots the subtle smirk on his face. Silas tries to ignore it, but he can’t help but feel a similar tightness in his chest that has only been present around Eryx.

“We’ll talk over a drink in the tea room, if you’d like, your highness. And then a walk around the estate grounds to get you familiar with the place,” Mr. Bodie explains as he steps up beside June, taking her arm in his and guiding her across the massive foyer.

“That sounds lovely, Mr. Bodie,” June chimes excitedly.

Silas grits his teeth, trying to suppress the possessiveness that flares inside of him at the sight of June on Mr. Bodie’s arm. She already looks up at him with so much fondness in her eyes, her voice uncharacteristically light and cheery. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to share June. He isn’t ever going to leave her side but coming along to watch some other man try to woo her is already making bile tickle the back of his throat.

June follows Mr. Bodie into the long tea room, lined with floor to ceiling windows and billowing curtains that sway with the warm breeze that sweeps into the house. Not only is the sun making this room glow but the even the light paint, elegant artwork, fresh flowers in tall vases, and ornate sofas and chairs make the room come alive. It’s so warm and welcoming to June, who’s used to painfully stiff and bland brick rooms in the castle.

And then, on the beautiful, plush rug in the middle of the room, is a blonde man kneeling with his head ducked. June perks up with interest at the familiar sight, but Mr. Bodie doesn’t pause to explain. He guides June to a small table by the tall windows and pours her tea from a beautiful, porcelain teapot. Silas reluctantly moves to her side and kneels on the floor like he always does, but his eyes remain fixed on the blonde.

He’s a similar build to Silas, lithe and pale. He doesn’t look up once, keeping his head ducked and his hands politely folded in his lap. Silas notes the way his thumb picks at the skin of his cuticle in a nervous fidget and how his chest heaves in quiet panic. He doesn’t look scared or bruised or alarming in any way, just nervous. Bashful, even.

“His name is Micah,” Mr. Bodie says as his guests stare at the boy in the center of the room. He sits across the table from June but faces the boy as well, bringing his tea to his lips. “He serves me, much like your pet there.”

June’s eyes widen as her attention whips to Mr. Bodie. Her lips part in awe.

“You have one as well?” She breathes a relieved laugh. “And I thought I would have to explain myself, bringing him along.”

Mr. Bodie chuckles, the sound low and husky. His smile is gentle as he looks from Micah to June. “No need to explain yourself, your highness. One of the reasons I was so eager to vie for your hand was because I heard rumor of your lifestyle.”

“And why have I never heard of yours?” She asks eagerly.

Mr. Bodie takes a sip of his tea to give himself a moment to find the most polite way of speaking his thoughts. He is in the presence of royalty, after all, not to mention he was hoping to build a positive rapport with this pretty princess, in hopes of marrying her.

“Micah stays here, at this estate, and serves me in private to avoid the scrutiny of those who don’t quite understand,” Mr. Bodie explains. “I do not have the status you do to parade him around without consequence.”

June’s cheeks flush at the straightforward way Mr. Bodie makes his point, though she’s not offended because she knows he doesn’t mean to be. “I suppose I do have certain luxuries as a royal that I’ve taken advantage of. Those luxuries allow me not to feel shy about my pet.”

“Well, in the right company, I don’t believe there is any reason to be shy,” Mr. Bodie says with a charming smile and a playful wink. He then turns his attention to Micah, still unmoving in the middle of the room. “Come, bunny. We have a very special guest who deserves a proper greeting.”

Micah tilts his head up at his lord’s command, revealing soft, feminine features that make his otherwise boyish frame oddly captivating. With a nod of Mr. Bodie’s head, Micah’s gentle, blue eyes shift to June and Silas as he moves forward, crawling across the plush carpet on all fours. June sits up in pure excitement, her heart thrumming eagerly at the sight of such an obedient, polite pet coming to greet her.

Micah settles in front of June, looking up at her with innocent eyes framed in pretty lashes. He takes her hand and gently kisses her knuckles, just as Mr. Bodie had, but the gesture is far more submissive coming from the little pet. June smiles warmly at Micah and reaches to stroke his beautiful, blonde hair that shines in the sun. Silas bristles with jealousy but doesn’t move from his place beside his princess.

“I-It is an honor, your highness,” Micah stammers meekly, humbly keeping his eyes down as June pets him.

“You are such a good boy, Micah. I am so impressed,” June coos sweetly. Silas grinds his teeth and averts his gaze.

“What is the name of yours?” Mr. Bodie asks, peering around June to look at Silas kneeling beside her.

June brings her hand to Silas’s soft, brown hair and looks proudly at Mr. Bodie. “His name is Silas. He is not so formally trained like your bunny, here.”

“That is alright. I would love to meet him still.”

June leans down and whispers to Silas, ordering him to greet Mr. Bodie with complete submission. Silas gulps, his cheeks flushed, and he crawls across the floor just as Micah did. He places himself in front of Mr. Bodie and looks up at him through his lashes. He mimics Micah’s greeting, hoping to appear just as well trained so he doesn’t embarrass his princess. Mr. Bodie looks mildly amused as his eyes trail Silas’s body.

Mr. Bodie’s eyes shift to Micah and he nods to him, signaling for Silas to give him his attention next. “Silas, Micah. Micah, Silas. Be good and give him a proper greeting, bunny.”

Silas looks at June for guidance and encouragement, since he’s never been in this situation before. Micah clearly has because he turns to face Silas and leans in without hesitation, planting his lips on Silas with his eyes closed and long lashes resting on his pale cheeks. Silas startles, jolting back with wide eyes and a rapidly pounding heart.

June snaps her fingers and gives Silas a stern look he’s never seen before. It makes his cheeks flush even more than they already are.

“Be good, puppy, and say hello. We don’t want to disrespect someone in their own home, do we?” June hisses quietly, a subtle warning in her eyes.

Silas’s throat works around a dry gulp and he turns his attention back to Micah, his eyes darting all around his face as he tries to wrap his head around this situation. He doesn’t want to disappoint his princess or make her mad. He wants to please, and he’s done plenty of unimaginable things to achieve that. Kissing this pet wouldn’t be the strangest thing, though it is quite outside of his comfort zone.

The only people he’s ever been intimate with are dominate masters. Micah’s a submissive pet, like himself… It’s entirely different.

It doesn’t really matter, he decides. His life is not his, nor is his body. He promised that to June a long time ago and he’d do anything to make her happy. So he leans in and captures Micah’s lips with his own, ignoring the way his heart pounds in his ears and his hands tremble in his lap.

“Good boy, puppy. I am so proud of you,” June purrs, stroking a hand over Silas’s hair with a pleased smile.

Her approval blooms in Silas’s chest and he breaks the kiss, halting at the sound of Mr. Bodie’s voice.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growls out.

Silas goes stiff, his eyes taking in the cold, stern look on Mr. Bodie’s face before soaking in the intrigue in June’s. When she doesn’t come to his defense, Silas leans back into Micah and kisses him again. He keeps the kisses shallow and gentle, just enough to please their masters without getting too intimate. Micah doesn’t seem to have a problem with that either, those his cheeks still tinted pink when Silas steals a peek at him.

“Where did you find your puppy?” Mr. Bodie asks, leaning back in his chair and enjoying his tea, as if this entire atmosphere is completely casual to him.

June is alight with excitement and fascinated by Mr. Bodie’s brooding nonchalance. She takes her tea and sips it as they speak, completely ignoring the two pets kissing on the floor beside them.

“He tried to steal food from the castle and I promised to spare his life if he promised to forfeit it to me,” June explains fondly. “We just naturally fell into this ever since. Where did you find your bunny?”

“An old man owed a debt to the family, offered his son for labor, and so I took him in. I preferred him soft though and Micah was piss-poor at manual labor anyhow, so we struck a deal,” Mr. Bodie explains simply.

June and Mr. Bodie chat idly as they enjoy their tea, the only other sound in the room being their spoons clinking against their porcelain cups and the gentle echoes of Micah and Silas kissing. Silas bit back a groan of annoyance as his lips grew tired, his eyes shifting to June to hopefully summon her attention and beg for mercy. He didn’t want to pull away and get scolded but he didn’t enjoy this idle, pointless display of submission.

“Keep going,” Micah whispers between kisses, earning Silas’s curiosity. His eyes are hooded and glazed with pleasure, his cheeks still tinted pink. “The reward.. is worth it…”

Silas groans, unconvinced by Micah’s reassurance. He keeps kissing him anyway, counting down the seconds for this to be over. June isn’t even paying attention to him so he doesn’t care about any of this without her.

His lack of enthusiasm spurs Micah on, because more than anything, Micah wants the reward and his lord is a very strict man. If he isn’t pleased, especially in the company of the realms princess and a future wife, Micah will end up going to bed hard and aching as punishment every night. He can’t risk that. Nobody makes him come like his lord. Nobody punishes like his lord. Nobody can make him feel as good as his lord can.

Slipping his tongue past Silas’s lips, Micah leans in to deepen the kiss. Silas flinches at the sudden intrusion but he doesn’t dare pull away again. He kisses Micah with equal determination, sucking his tongue into his mouth and licking every inch of his foreign mouth. Micah lets a pretty moan spill from his chest as he tangles their tongues, savoring every ounce of pleasure he can pull from this pet.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” Mr. Bodie asks, his voice low and gruff as he watches the two pets try to eat each other.

Silas hadn’t even realized they had stopped their conversation and his skin pricks with awareness at their attention. He craves his princess’s praise, so badly that it makes him ache all over. He can’t help himself from reaching for Micah to escalate this little make out session and earn that praise.

The second his hands are on Micah’s body though, Mr. Bodie’s massive hand is in his hair. He tugs harshly on the soft, brown strands, tilting Silas’s head back and making him whimper in pain and protest. Micah swallows those pathetic noises without hesitation by sticking his tongue deep into Silas’s mouth. He isn’t going to stop kissing him unless he’s told. He knows better.

“Did I tell you to touch my bunny?” Mr. Bodie growls against the shell of Silas’s ear, his fingers tight in his hair.

Silas whimpers and shakes his head, his scalp burning from Mr. Bodie’s hand and his lips drenched in Micah’s spit. His eyes prick with I fallen tears but he holds them at bay.

“Then keep your hands to yourself, pet, unless told otherwise,” he adds gruffly.

Mr. Bodie lets go of Silas’s hair and sits back in his chair, his watchful eyes stern as he leaves the two to continue uselessly making out. June notices the tears brimming on Silas’s lashes and the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth, feeling a strange swell of delight in her chest at the sight. He looks especially pathetic swirling his tongue with another pet as he resists the urge to cry. It’s all so strangely captivating.

“You’re very good at this, Mr. Bodie,” June mutters in awe and envy. “Your skills… seem to surpass my own.”

Mr. Bodie lets his stern brooding melt away as he turns a fond smirk on the princess. “You seem like a gentler sort of master, your highness, and there is no shame in that. If your pet is happy and obedient, your gentle command is just as powerful as my stern demand. There is no need for comparison.”

June is grateful for Mr. Bodie’s generous and understanding nature but she can’t help but compare. Silas was woefully underprepared for a man like Mr. Bodie because she hadn’t ever ‘trained’ him. He has always been so willfully obedient that she didn’t really need to. Besides the rule that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself without permission, June didn’t put much restriction on him. She preferred to spoil and praise her puppy, rather than degrade and discipline.

Mr. Bodie’s style of dominance was rather fascinating though. She liked to see it in action. Even now, without being told, his bunny was giving himself completely to Silas without lifting a finger. He actually looked more than happy to be tortured with this humiliating ritual. It was damn adorable. June was enjoying the show far more than she would’ve anticipated.

Deciding to make commands of her own, she leans forward to run a hand through Micah’s blonde hair. He moans at her touch, biting and pulling on Silas’s bottom lip. The sight makes her smile, enjoying the sounds of their lips and tongues and the spit that strings between them, never allowing them to truly separate.

“How is my little puppy for you, bunny?” June purrs softly, caressing Micah affectionately.

She doesn’t want to be stern like Mr. Bodie. It just isn’t who she is, and he’s right, as long as their pets obey then the power was all the same.

“S-So good… your highness,” Micah moans breathlessly, kissing Silas deep and long. “I want… more…”

“Don’t be greedy, bunny,” Mr. Bodie warns with a growl.

June ignores him. It’s her turn to make some rules. “Don’t stop, puppy, but I want to hear Micah beg for you, okay?”

A rush of warmth crawls up Silas’s neck at June’s gentle tone and her sudden closeness. He drops his mouth from Micah’s, trailing wet kisses down his throat and lapping at him eagerly. Micah gasps to fully fill his lungs for the first time in a few, long minutes, his eyes fluttering open and finding June’s as Silas licks and sucks at the sensitive skin of his throat.

“P-Please, your highness… I need more… I feel all tingly and hot… between my legs,” Micah breathlessly begs, leaning into Silas’s kisses. “Please, please, please…”

“Will you show me, bunny? Let me see how needy you are,” June whispers softly.

A tortured whimper breaks from Micah, his pleading eyes shifting to his lord. June doesn’t even need to look at him to know he’s granted Micah permission, because the boy doesn’t move until he does. June watches as he reaches down between himself and Silas, reaching past his trousers and pulling his hard cock free. The head glistens with precum, veins bulging with blatant need, Micah’s fingers trembling around the skinny length.

Micah and Silas are comparable in a lot of ways. They’re both scrawny and pale, though Silas has a bit more of an olive tone while Micah glistens like porcelain. They even seem to kneel at the same height, matching each other’s submission in the most beautiful way that June’s never seen before. And Micah’s cock reminds her a lot of Silas’s. Smaller than most men, probably even smaller than Mr. Bodie, but still perfectly proportionate to their long, skinny fingers and lithe bodies.

June preens at just how needy and aching Micah’s cock looks, her eyes sparkling as she meets her hooded ones. “Wow, bunny! Only a couple of kisses gets you this hard and desperate?”

Micah whimpers, squeezing the leaking head of his engorged cock and letting his eyes fall shut. He dips his tongue out, tasting the mixture of his and Silas’s spit still lingering on his slightly swollen, pink lips.

Mr. Bodie snorts a laugh at his reactive little bunny, earning June’s attention. “He has been edged all morning in anticipation for your visit, your highness, though this level of neediness is not uncommon for him…”

June’s imagination blooms with images of Mr. Bodie’s spending his morning teasing and torturing his pet for hours just for her and she’s instantly flattered by the gesture. That also explains why Micah is so eager, probably twice as desperate for a reward or a release after the morning he’s had. It’s damn adorable and June’s nearly vibrating with renewed excitement.

“That is so kind of you to prepare for me, bunny. I bet you are so excited, little pet,” June coos as Micah nods his head and slowly strokes himself to the head, just once. “You are just beautiful…”

Silas feels that flicker of hot jealousy ignite in his chest all over again and he bites down at the crook of Micah’s neck. The bunny bites back a yelp, flinching at the sting of Silas’s teeth. June ignores the way Micah’s cock leaks in arousal, because although he may enjoy the pain, June doesn’t enjoy her pet’s poor attitude.

Grabbing his face, June pulls his attention back to her with a grip that makes him gasp and whine. “Behave, puppy, before you embarrass me! Or I’ll leave you outside in the carriage while I enjoy this bunny all by myself. Do you understand?”

Silas’s chest heaves and his eyes flare with defiance as he stares into June’s fierce eyes. The longer he looks though, the more he’s reminded of how badly he wants to please her. He’d do anything for her. He wants to obey and please. He doesn’t want to be thrown out, knowing his pretty princess will be enjoying a better, more behaved pet. Nobody is better for her than him. He’s all she needs.

As the defiance melts away, so does June’s anger. She loosens her firm grip on his jaw and gently strokes his soft cheek, silently praising and encouraging him to be good. Her gentleness and affection warms his body and loosens his tense muscles.

He’ll do anything if she keeps looking at him like that.

“F-Forgive me, Princess…” Silas pleads on a desperate breath, his eyes still brimming with tears.

“You don’t need my forgiveness, puppy. You bit Micah. You’ll have to make it up to him,” June says.

Silas looks back at the boy in front of him, both of their eyes frantically trying to soak in and read each other. Both of their chests heave with their gentle panting from the stimulation of making out under their master’s intense scrutiny, their cheeks flushed and eyes full of need. Neither pet knows what to do or say, having never really been given the opportunity to initiate before. It leaves them both lost and frustrated, full of need they don’t know how to soothe themselves.

“Come on, bunny. What is it you want?” June asks with bubbling amusement as she reads the desperation in his eyes.

Micah gulps and squeezes the head of his cock again, his fingers drenched in his own precum and trembling as he resists the urge stroke himself. He whimpers with his frustration and looks to his lord, licking his lips once more as he hopes Mr. Bodie will speak for him. He doesn’t want to have to say it. His lord will know.

“Micah has an oral fixation,” Mr. Bodie explains simply. “He won’t be satisfied until he gets to suck on something. Usually stuffing his mouth with my fingers or my cock seems to calm him down.”

June hums in understanding, dropping her eyes to Micah’s sticky fingers. She takes that hand and takes one of Silas’s, rubbing them together until Silas’s fingers are coated in that sticky precum. And she doesn’t ask, because she doesn’t need to. She just takes Silas’s fingers smears them across Micah’s to entice him into sucking on them.

Micah’s breath hitches with excitement as he leans forward, taking Silas’s hand and eager sucking his fingers into his mouth. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue swirling between his fingers makes Silas blush furiously as a pool of arousal settles between his legs so fast that he nearly gets light headed. He can do nothing but marvel at the desperate bunny as he licks his own precum from his fingers.

It feels so good to be sucked on that all Silas can think about is how Micah’s tongue must feel on Mr. Bodie’s cock. If he’s this eager to suck on something all the time, he must get a lot of praise from his lord. Silas can’t even help himself when memories of sucking Eryx’s cock come flooding back, making his own mouth water with sudden desperation.

He wasn’t really sure about it before, but he misses Micah’s mouth on his already. He wants to suck on his tongue again. He wants to suck on something. It looks like fun with the way Micah’s eyes are so clouded with pleasure.

“You’re drooling, puppy,” June whispers, her teasing smile catching Silas’s attention as he snaps out of his trance. She swipes the pad of her thumb across the corner of his mouth with a chuckle. “What do you need, puppy? Something to suck on too?”

Silas feels his ears burn and his cock twitch between his thighs. “I-I don’t… I want.. I-I…”

He gives up with a whine, flinching slightly when Micah’s tongue slides across his palm. He whimpers pathetically, ducking his head between his shoulders and squirming as he tries to endure Micah’s greedy tongue. It feels so good to be tickled but it also felt like he was being teased, his cock yearning for as much attention as his fingers are getting.

“Use your words, pup,” Mr. Bodie orders gruffly. “You won’t get anywhere with all that useless whining.”

Silas whines despite himself, his watery eyes lifting to meet June’s delighted ones. His free hand slips between his legs, pawing at his throbbing, neglected erection that’s forming a wet spot in his trousers. “I-I want… to touch… Please, Princess…”

“You want to touch the cute little bunny? Or you want him to touch you?” June coos, brushing Silas’s hair off his forehead in a gentle gesture that makes him buzz all over.

Silas steals a glance at Micah, feeling his heart race at the erotic sight of him swirling his tongue around between his fingers. “Both…”

June’s smile broadens at Silas’s confession, because she knows he walked in here moody and pouting, and now he’s so horny that he let’s it all melt away in favor of some relief. He wants to come so badly that he doesn’t care if he doesn’t know this bunny or if he’s being watched and degraded. He’s thinking with his cock, like a pathetic little pet meant only for sex. He’s so perfect like that.

June steals a glance at Mr. Bodie, wondering if he’s okay with granting their pets permission to touch. She’s more than eager to see it but Mr. Bodie is clearly a strict man. But when her eyes find his, he’s already looking at her with an amused smirk. It seems this is playing out exactly as he expected it to. He must’ve orchestrated these little play dates with his little pet before.

“You’re not only my guest this afternoon, your highness,” Mr. Bodie begins. “But you’re also the realm’s princess. You make the rules.”

A rush of excitement courses through June at Mr. Bodie’s generosity, which he’s obviously using to win her favor. She doesn’t mind. She’s too exited to watch the boys play.

June turns her sparkling, brown eyes to Silas and gently caresses his face. “You can play with him, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t come without permission.”

Silas nods eagerly, his body buzzing with a wild blend of reluctance and excitement. He wants to please and he wants to play. He needs some relief and he’s not allowed to touch himself, so he might as well pounce on this pet while given the chance. Though, Silas has never played with a fellow pet before and that makes his heart race. He doesn’t know what to do. He just needs… something…

“You hear that, bunny? Are you going to listen today?” Mr. Bodie asks Micah, smirking knowingly at his mischievous little pet.

Micah pulls Silas’s fingers from his mouth, a smile blossoming across his pretty features as he looks fondly at Mr. Bodie. “I promise, my lord. I’ll be good.”

June places a kiss to Silas’s temple and returns to the table with Mr. Bodie sipping his tea across from her. Micah moves first, his fingers lacing with Silas’s as he pulls him into another sloppy kiss. Micah coaches the puppy’s arms around his body, keeping them chest to chest as their tongues tangle in soft, breathless gasps and moans.

Silas melts into the affection, his hips grinding against Micah’s. They move easily together, kissing and grinding and running their hands over every inch they can touch. June hums happily at the sight, so impressed by her shy little pet who’s bravely embraced this bunny without question. They’re both so pretty together, needy and pathetic and content in their roles as little play things.

Mr. Bodie stands and moves to June, offering his hand with a kind smirk. “Now that our pets are well acquainted and entertained, would you fancy a walk about the grounds? It might not be as captivating but I am eager to get to know you, your highness. We seem well suited for one another, wouldn’t you agree?”

June flushes as she looks up at the tall, broad, handsome lord offering his hand. She stands with a polite nod, taking Mr. Bodie’s hand. “I am more than happy to accompany you, my lord.”

Mr. Bodie leads June through the rest of the house, giving her a brief tour, and then outside to show her the grounds. She keeps her arm in his and listens intently as he talks himself up, trying to sway her into marriage. She finds it rather endearing how interested he actually seems in a potential marriage. Since he comes from a large family, he claims to value familiar bonds quite a lot and talks about having many, many children.

It doesn’t even seem like he wants her for her royal blood or even money. He comes from a wealthy enough family, with power and money of their own. He just wants a family himself, people to take care of and share the joys of life with. It’s sweet, June decides. He’s a kind man with good values and similar interests to here. A marriage with him is her most intriguing prospect yet.

When they come back to the massive manor, Mr. Bodie shows her to the windows that look into the tea room. The sun is barely resting on the horizon, painting the room in a beautiful orange glow that makes the two pets inside gleam like little angels. The sight is nothing June’s ever seen and she can’t look away.

While their masters were away, Micah and Silas found their way out of their clothes. Micah straddles Silas’s hips and grinds into him, keeping his hands pinned to the floor and his mouth on Silas’s sensitive nipples. Silas writhes and moans and arches into the pleasure before squirming free, and before Micah can overpower him again, he’s turning him over and pinning him to the ground with a hand between his shoulder blades. Micah cries out, lifting his ass to grind into the hard cock leaking across his ass.

The soft flesh of Micah’s ass rubbing against him seems to make Silas melt in and instant. He drapes himself over the eager bunny, curling an arm around his waist and keeping their flush as they grind into each other. Silas latches on to his neck, licking and sucking and biting as he bucks against Micah, chasing his own pleasure. Micah reached back to hold Silas close, crying out in desperate need as he writhes against the floor.

Neither pet knows they’re being watched. Their ‘love making’, if you can even call it that, is not performative for the pleasure of their masters. They are groping and rutting against each other like desperate toys, greedy for their own relief. And still, even with Micah pinned under him, Silas hasn’t dared to slip inside of his waiting ass, no matter how much he grinds back against him. That hole’s not for him. He knows that. Micah belongs to Mr. Bodie, and he’s not about to be scolded or disciplined for crossing any lines.

“He is the most beautiful when he looks like that,” Mr. Bodie uses quietly beside June, peering shamelessly into the window along with her.

June’s focus dials in on Micah and she admires him as she would her own pet. He is a very pretty thing, arching his slim figure and panting against the carpet as Silas ruts against him. He tilts his head, catching Silas’s mouth, and then their tongues are embracing in glistening spit once again. It catches Silas off guard just enough for Micah to turn over underneath him and grip his naked body, rutting into him as fiercely as Silas is.

Their cocks slide between their flat, pale stomachs and leave streaks of precum across their soft skin. Their mouths never stop devouring each other, though they pause to gasp and moan and beg. It’s erotic in the most beautiful way June has ever seen.

“I am happy to see they get along so well,” June muses with a smile, tilting her head as she watches the way their legs tangle and toes curls. “That would be very important if we were to get married and force them to live together too.”

Mr. Bodie hums in agreement. He’s about to speak up when Micah moves again. He sits up with Silas in his lap now, his tongue deep in the puppy’s mouth as he tweaks Silas’s nipples. The adorable pup trembles in his lap, nearly melting into a puddle and breaking their kiss. Micah takes the opportunity to hold their hips close and take their cocks in his hand, stroking them at the same time.

Silas hunches against Micah, shaking and moaning and bucking against the throbbing cock pressed to his. “W-Wait! P-Please… I-I’m going to… I’m going to come if you do that.”

“Your princess will be very mad. My lord too,” Micah reminds him in a quiet voice that June and Mr. Bodie nearly miss. His hand doesn’t stop as he coaches Silas through it.

“Then… s-stop… please…” Silas whines.

“If we were to marry,” Mr. Bodie starts, cutting through June’s thoughts as she watches her puppy struggle. She looks up at him to find his expression brows furrowed. “I would have no problem with you enjoying your pet, obviously, even if it resorted in a child. I would only ask our children be first in line to inherit whatever we leave behind for them, no matter their age or birth order.”

June is silent, caught off guard by the question but not entirely surprised. What he asks seems perfectly rational. If they are to enter into a marriage, it would only make sense that agreement puts their children above that of a pet’s child. June hadn’t really thought about the consequences of having Silas’s children, but Mr. Bodie’s ask seemed reasonable.

It was actually rather generous of him to even allow children in his house who were not his. Most men would go berserk over their wife birthing a bastard, shouting about adulatory and honor and whatnot. Mr. Bodie only cared that his children be allowed the right and the privilege of blood inheritance, which Silas’s children wouldn’t be legally granted anyways.

So June gave a polite nod at his request. “I can agree to those terms, as long as any children I bear—that are not yours—be treated just as kindly. I won’t have them mocked for being born of a pet.”

Mr. Bodie breathes a laugh. “Of course, I would not allow that. Micah would have just as much chance of impregnating you too, if we all shared the same house everyday. I wouldn’t want his children mocked anymore than Silas’s. It is only the inheritance I worry about, and even then, I would make sure the other children are well taken care of.”

June looks back into the tea room with an easy nod. “Then we are on the very same page, Mr. Bodie. I think a marriage with you would go quite smoothly.”

Staring down at the lovely princess, Mr. Bodie soaks in June’s sunny presence as feeling a flicker of excitement ignites in his chest at the idea of possibly marrying her. He was shocked when he heard Princess June had a pet in the castle, just like the one he hid away in his manor. He was twice as shocked when he got a glimpse of her at a ball and saw as gorgeous she was. And when she agreed to meet so he may attempt to court her, he was thrilled.

All of those rattling emotions have settled now, he realized as he admires her. Now, he simply felt hopeful. A marriage with June would be a happy one, he was sure of it. Silas and Micah would be happy. Any children that lived under this roof would be too. Mr. Bodie would make sure of it, as long as June saw a future as bright as he did.

Turning a big smile to Mr. Bodie, June gathers the billowing skirt of her dress in her hands and skips eagerly across the grass. “Come quickly, Mr. Bodie, before the pets do. I am in too good a mood to do any punishing today.”

Mr. Bodie chuckles at June’s giddiness, stealing a glance into the sunroom again as he follows her. Silas and Micah are back to swallowing each other whole again, rutting against each other with their hands all over each other. He shakes his head at their endless neediness and follows June into his manor, passing the few staff he has that are avoiding the sunroom at all costs.

He walks in to see June cradling Silas in her arms on the floor, her face buried in her bountiful cleavage as he clings to her waist like he’ll sink and drown if he lets go. She’s whispering endless praises in his ear as he humps her skirts, whining and whimpering from all the pent up arousal coursing through him like lava. Micah is too busy running a hand up her exposed calf until it disappears under her soft skirt, no doubt plotting to please the princess so she will grant him relief.

Mr. Bodie catches Micah by his throat, tearing him away from the princess. His eyes are dark and angry as he forces Micah’s face inches from his, but he can’t fight the smile tugging at the corner of his cheeks. His little bunny looks so adorable, so flushed with arousal and smeared in spit and precum from head to toe. Mr. Bodie also loves the glazed over look in his eyes that lets him know just how gone Micah truly is.

He’s not Micah anymore. He’s a bunny, a pet, breathing only for the purpose of his next orgasm. This is when he’s the most fun.

“Did you have fun in here while we were away, bunny?” Mr. Bodie growls, his voice low and deep in his chest.

A needy whimper escapes Micah as his hands reach up to grip Mr. Bodie’s wrist. He doesn’t push him away though. He likes his strong, meaty hand wrapped around his throat.

“I-I missed you… my lord,” Micah confesses, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes drop to Mr. Bodie’s lips and he moans, leaning into his massive body. “Please… I need to come. I need it… more than anything.”

“My puppy wants to come too,” June says, catching both of their attention. She still cradles Silas’s head as he trembles and writhes against her. “Will you help him, bunny? He is not so used to being edged like you are.”

Micah pants quietly in Mr. Bodie’s lap, looking all over Silas’s body and remembering how soft and easy he was to touch. He enjoyed it. Sure, he likes having his lord’s body all over him even better. His favorite is when his entire, massive body is on top of him, pressing him hard into the mattress as he fucks him from behind, but playing with Silas is surprisingly fun too. It’s an entirely different experience.

Micah turns his wide, baby blue, sparkling eyes up at his lord, gripping his wrist with even more need now. “Please, my lord… I can help him. I can be good. Let me be good for you…”

Mr. Bodie moans his approval, pulling Micah into a punishing kiss that has him melting in his lap. He lets him go quickly though, and nodding for him to join Silas and the princess. Micah is quick to lay between Silas’s legs, grab his hips, and pull him back from June. And before Silas can protest, his aching, drooling cock is sliding deep into Micah’s wet mouth.

A gasp of pure surprise and pleasure bursts from Silas’s chest and he shivers all over, hunching over Micah’s head and resting his forehead to June’s thigh. He grips the fabric of her skirt and let’s endless, loud moans pour from him as Micah hallows his cheeks and bobs his head, taking him all the way down his throat with such ease that it’s clear Micah’s used to it. June can only imagine Mr. Bodie uses his bunny’s throat every single day.

“P-Princess…” Silas cries out. “P-Please! I can’t… I c-can’t hold it any longer.. I want to c-come, please. I need to come, I need to come, I need to come...”

“Shhh… You’re doing so well, puppy. Just a little longer,” June whispers sweetly as she combs her fingers gently through his hair, her eyes on Mr. Bodie as he moves toward Micah.

It’s captivating the way that man moves, stalking toward his oblivious prey with silent, calculated footsteps. He stops and kneels between Micah’s parted legs, undoing his belt as he admires Micah’s drooling cock resting on his flat, pale stomach. That familiar sound encourages Micah to moan around Silas’s cock and he let’s his legs fall open even more, inviting his lord to use him without ever coming up for air.

The vibrations of Micah’s moan sends an electrifying volt of pleasure up Silas’s spine and he erupts in more pleas, cutting through June’s trance. She decides to show her puppy some mercy and join Mr. Bodie in the fun, pulling her skirt up until her pussy is bare for Silas. His head was already in her lap and his mouth drools at the sight of those pretty lips between her thighs, glistening with arousal.

Silas clasps his lips around June’s cunt at the same time that Mr. Bodie pushes his thick, hard cock past the pink ring of Micah’s ass. All four of them moan at the rush of exhilarating pleasure that licks up their spines like fire and settles in the deepest pits of their guts.

June buries her fingers in Silas’s hair, holding his face against her cunt and grinding against his tongue as he laps hungrily at her dripping juices. It’s a welcome distraction from Micah choking on and moaning around his cock. Even Micah can barely focus on the taste of Silas as Mr. Bodie grabs his hips in his bruising grip and spears him roughly on his cock again and again. It’s all too much to focus on. Too many moans, too much pleasure, not enough relief.

Micah moans with every punishing thrust of Mr. Bodie’s cock in his ass, yelping and squirming when he hits his prostate just right. His endless noises around Silas’s cock makes the puppy buck and tremble and cry out with noises and pleas that June has never heard before. It turns her one even more, making her thighs tremble around Silas’s head as she throws her head back with a moan. She looks so beautiful with her legs open on the floor of his sunroom, a pet between her legs and begging for her so desperately, Mr. Bodie decides.

They would be happy together. All four of them.

“Please, Princess,” Silas gasps, sucking on June’s clit and gliding his tongue up through her slit. “P-Please, let me come. I-I’ll do anything… Please… I’ve been good. I’ve been such a g-good boy… Please, please, please…”

June moans, her hips bucking against Silas’s face as he stares desperately up at her. “Make me come, puppy, and I’ll let you spill right down Micah’s throat. I promise, baby… Just eat me so good like you do and you can come for me, puppy.”

Silas inhales a breath of relief and buries his face in her cunt, lapping and sucking and pushing his fingers inside to hit that spot that always pushes her over the edge. He doesn’t waste any time taking it slow. He fingers her with a selfish eagerness, his tongue fast and wild on her clit and making her see stars. He whimpers against her cunt as Micah chokes and swallows around the sensitive head of his cock, trying to keep his focus on his beautiful princess.

“You want to come with your new playmate, my little bunny?” Mr. Bodie taunts his pet, his hips pistoning in and out of his tight hole so hard that the impact echoes across the room.

Micah moans around Silas’s cock, arching his back to feed even more of Mr. Bodie’s cock inside of him. He feels stuffed full with his ass and mouth filled but he loves it more than anything, especially when that new angle makes the fat head of his lord’s cock batter ruthlessly against his prostate. His whole body quakes with the pleasure and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of Silas’s thighs as he tries to anchor himself.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, pet?” Mr. Bodie growls out, his hips moving faster and harder. “You want to be pumped full of cum by a little puppy and your lord? You want to be our little cumdump, you naughty bunny?”

Micah shutters and moans, June purring happily at the dirty talk. Mr. Bodie chuckles darkly at the erotic sight before him and all the adorable little noises filling his ears at his dirty words.

June comes around Silas’s fingers with a cry of relief, her pussy clenching around his slim digits and drenching his tongue. He doesn’t stop licking and pumping her on his fingers, helping her ride out every ounce of her orgasm as he thanks all the gods in heaven. His eyes fall shut as he succumbs to the strain and throbbing of his cock, thrusting deep into Micah’s throat and coming so hard that his vision goes white.

Micah chokes and squirms in an attempt to escape, purely so he can free the airway blocked by Silas’s spilling cock. His face is pinned mercilessly to the floor by the puppy’s hips so he has no choice but the work his throat around Silas’s cock, swallowing every heavy spurt of come that he pumps into him. And then a meaty hand is on his drooling cock and pumping his so fast and rough that he doesn’t even get the chance to breathe before his orgasm crashed through him.

Mr. Bodie milks his bunny’s cock with his hand, painting his pale stomach in the sticky fluid like he’s a beautiful canvas. His hips don’t stop moving as he hammers into Micah’s little body, using him to chase his own release. It doesn’t take long either. Micah’s little ass clenches around him like a vise and pushes him right over the edge in moments. He keeps himself buried deep inside of him, groaning loud as he fills his bunny’s twitching, gummy asshole full of cum.

“You are such a good boy, puppy,” Mr. Bodie hears June whisper as she brings Silas’s face to hers, peppering him in little pecks as they pant against each other. “You did so well for me. I am so impressed. You make me so happy being such a good boy, sweetheart. You make your princess so proud…”

Her coos of praise are endless and Silas soaks in every single one, crawling further and further into her arms like he’s chasing those pretty words on her tongue. His cock pulls free from Micah’s mouth with a lewd pop and the bunny gasps for air, his chest heaving and face glistening with spilled over spit and cum. Even his stomach and chest are covered, his thighs smeared in precum from their needy wrestling, and asshole dripping with Mr. Bodie’s cum.

Micah is a fucked out mess, looking just like the cumdump he loves to be. Silas likes to be spoiled and Micah likes to be ruined, and it seems they both got what they wanted today.

Mr. Bodie crawls over his little bunny’s slim figure, looming over him and watching his dazed expression slowly begin to sober. “Where’s my “thank you”, bunny? I want to hear you worship your lord for letting you be such a fucking slut.”

Micah pants rapidly on the floor, his eyes finding Mr. Bodie’s and dialing in on him as if he’s seeing him for the first time. He slides his trembling hands up his lord’s firm, broad chest and moans just at the sight of him hovering over him like this. His lord looks so handsome caging him in and degrading him with that husky tone and that sharp tongue.

“Thank you, my lord…” Micah whispers, his voice hoarse from the cock he just swallowed over and over again. “Thank you… I love being your bunny. I love getting pounded by your fat cock. I love being ruined… Please, always use me like this… I want it everyday…”

A deep chuckle echoes in Mr. Bodie’s chest and he leans down to capture his bunny in a deep kiss, not caring how drenched in cum he is. He licks his mouth anyway, cupping his throat and tilting his head so he can kiss him at a new angle. His tongue is big in Micah’s mouth and it makes the bunny moan, sucking on his tongue and shivering with delight at how good it feels. He loves his big, masculine lord.

“Are you going to marry him?” Silas whispers against June’s lips, still panting as he tries to gather himself.

June chuckles, knowing he just couldn’t wait to ask, even in the state he’s in. She gently strokes his warm face with a brush of her knuckles. She loves holding him like this, coddling him in the afterglow of sex and bathing in the clear worship in his eyes. He always looks at her like she hung the moon and stars themselves, like she’s a true goddess from the heavens. She’s admittedly addicted to it.

“I don’t know, puppy. Maybe...” She whispers, gazing intensely into his eyes. “Do you think you would be happy here?”

Silas’s throat works around a dry gulp and his eyes shift anxiously between hers as he tries to honestly consider her question. He shakes his head, not because he’s saying no, but because he doesn’t want to consider it at all. He wants June to be happy. No matter where she goes, he’ll follow. He’ll be happy then. He’ll always be happy beside his princess.

“I-I go where you go, Princess,” Silas breathes. “My life is yours. I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you…”

June moans, brushing her lips against Silas’s. “What a good little pet…”

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Silas steps into the room, curious as to why he’s here without his sweet June. It’s the seamstress’s room, where she usually lays out all her fabrics and fits June with a muslin, before going back to her shop in the city and making the real thing. Silas always loves watching his princess get fitted in beautiful gowns, the way she twirls on the little podium and gushes over the pretty colors and textures of certain fabrics.

This room is usually empty, if a member of the royal family isn’t being fitted for something. Now though, the maids and the seamstress are back, organizing fabrics and discussing textiles.

And June isn’t here, but Micah is.

He stands awkwardly on the podium in front of the tri-fold mirrors, fidgeting with the sleeve of his ruffled tunic. When his eyes find Silas, he brightens with a bit of comfort and reassurance at the sight of a familiar face. He’s never been in the castle before, it’s been a long time since he’d been anywhere outside the manor, and even longer since he’s been away from Lord Bodie.

Simply put, Micah had never felt so out of place before.

“Perfect. You’re finally here. We can get started,” a voice chimes as the door shuts behind Silas.

He startles as a pair of hands grab him and push him toward the podium Mica is standing on. He stumbles on to it, coming chest to chest with the blonde who beams so eagerly at him.

Silas frowns. “Why are you here? Where’s your lord?”

Micah snakes his arms around Silas’s waist, wiping that frown off the puppy’s face and replacing it with wide eyed shock. He stares at Micah, blinking cluelessly as he feels the boy’s skinny fingers hold him so closely.

“My lord is at his own private fitting, as is your pretty June, I imagine. Can’t risk anybody seeing the bride and groom’s special garments until the wedding, right?” Micah purrs.

Silas groans, his hands finding Micah’s shoulders to push him away. He doesn’t though. He might feel a bit of resentment toward this little bunny but he’s not so cruel as to push and shove. As long as Micah doesn’t suddenly kiss him again then he can endure all this closeness just fine. Anything to avoid getting scolded by that stern lord again.

“Now, let’s focus, boys,” the seamstress sings as she pulls Micah off of Silas. She stands them side by side, eyeing their subtle height difference in the mirror as she pulls out her measuring tape. “You share relatively similar builds so making garments for you should be easy enough.”

“I’m taller though,” Micah brags, straightening his spine and raising his chin.

Silas scoffs, ignoring the seamstress as she lifts his arms to measure his wingspan. “You are not.”

“I am.” Micah stands on his toes, exaggerating the height difference even more. “See? Did you even know bunnies have such long legs?”

Silas rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to argue with the obnoxious boy before he feels hands under his clothes. And it’s not Micah’s, to his surprise.

The maids wordlessly strip Silas and Micah of their clothes for the seamstress to get accurate measurements of their bodies. They leave the boys only in their underwear, showing off just how similarly they look under their clothes after all. Silas is familiar enough with this process but Micah is not, and he cowers nervously against Silas’s back to hide his nudity.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Silas stammers in annoyance, grabbing Micah’s arms around his waist to try to pry him off.

Micah only holds on tighter. “I feel exposed… This is strange.”

“It’s not strange. They do this stuff everyday in the castle.”

“I’ve never been in the castle before. The nicest place I’ve ever been is the manor, and I haven’t left that place in forever either.”

“Well, get used to it.”

Silas finally manages to pull free from Micah and turns towards the seamstress as she holds a soft fabric up to his chest. He lets her decide on which color will suit him best for the wedding, standing still as she compares different colors to his olive toned complexion. Micah squeaks behind him, bumping up against his back as maids move to measure his pale legs.

Silas groans, sneering over his shoulder. “Would you knock it off? You’re going to embarrass your lord by being all jumpy like that.”

Micah pouts, his back to Silas’s. “I grew up poor, you know. I didn’t do fittings, had no maids, and never had to mind my manners. It’s not so easy to be like you.”

Silas pauses, frowning to himself. He didn’t grow up like this either. His family was poor and so was he when he came here to the city all by himself, where he eventually went hungry and had to steal from the castle's kitchen just for a loaf of bread to fill his stomach. Of course, that didn’t even work, but it led to him meeting June.

That was a while ago now, so maybe he had grown so used to this life of riches that it came naturally to him these days. Micah would get used to it too, with time. If his lord was truly marrying into royalty, even if he already was rich and revered, their life was going to change. Micah would start to know riches he’d never be able to imagine before.

“My family was poor too,” Silas admits, his tone gentler now. “It was June who got me used to all of this. Your lord will help you get used to it too.”

“My lord will be too busy for me with his marital and royal duties now that he’s going to be a prince,” Micah mumbles, a hint of resentful venom on his tongue. “He says things will settle with time and we can go back to our blissful days in the manor… but I have to be patient and endure… all of this first.”

Silas is surprised to hear the begrudging tone of Micah’s voice. He’s such a bright, bouncy little thing all the time. It’s hard to imagine he ever pouts about anything. It’s even more surprising that he seems to worry about the same things that have been heavy on Silas’s mind too.

Lord Bodie and Princess June will be busy now, swamped with new responsibilities that will inevitably distract them from their pets. Silas didn’t even want to share June with another man in the first place. He hadn’t even anticipated the endless gatherings, royal formalities, and such.

All of it has made Silas resent Lord Bodie and Micah even more for dragging his princess into all of this, but now that he knows Micah holds all the same grudges, the irritation wanes a bit. He’s not alone. He’ll have to wait patiently for his princess’s attention and Micah will have to wait patiently for his lord. They can wait together, if it helps soothe the ache just a little bit.

“I’ll help you then,” Silas confidently declares.

Silas turns around to grab Micah, spinning him so they’re facing each other. He lifts his arms and his chin, encouraging him to stand straight so the maids can continue measuring every little bit of him. Micah’s face flushes at the way Silas’s manhandling reminds him of Lord Bodie, and he can’t stop himself from staring in awe of the pretty puppy in front of him.

A hand on the inside of his thigh makes him flinch and he retreats into Silas’s body, but Silas scolds him with a groan and forces him to stand still. “If you keep flinching like that, your garments will come out the wrong size and you’ll look ridiculous at the wedding.”

Micah gulps and nods, trying to stand as still as possible as the maids do their work. His eyes remain on Silas, distracting him long enough to ignore and get used to all the poking and prodding from the maids. Silas’s own eyes drift back to Micah’s blue ones and he stares right back, wondering if they really can coexist and share this new lifestyle they are about to be thrust into.

Sharing the same masters, the same castle, the same manor, the same bed…

Silas would have never imagined himself ending up here. Nor would Micah. Serving a lord as his pet was a brand new concept when Mr. Bodie brought it up. Now he’s here, in a castle with a princess and a puppy…
It’s a lot to get used to.

“Y-You’re doing well,” Silas whispers, trying to fill the shoes of their masters for the sake of the lost little bunny standing in front of him.

The color in Micah’s cheeks deepens and a smile brightens across his face. “Thank you, puppy…”

Silas feels his own face heat with embarrassment at the sound of that nickname rolling so easily off of Micah’s tongue. He averts his eyes and pulls his hands off of Micah’s body, since he seems to be standing perfectly still on his own now. The heat in his face also lingers in the pit of his gut but he tries to ignore it. The only one who’s supposed to make him feel this way is June, not some random bunny he barely knows.

“I want to match your garments to the gold embroidery of Princess June’s dress,” the seamstress says behind Silas, stealing his attention as she raises a patch of ivory fabric with gold embroidery up to his arm. “That way, everybody knows you are hers. I think she’ll like that.”

Silas looks between the seamstress and the ivory fabric before he realizes what she’s saying. His lips part and he reaches reluctantly toward the fabric. “This is from her dress? This is what she’ll be wearing?”

The seamstress waves a dismissive hand, letting Silas take the fabric. “It’s only an example of what her full design will look like. But yes, this is essentially what she’ll be wearing.”

Silas lets a breath of awe fall off his chest as he runs his fingers over the intricate, gold embroidery and the soft, shiny ivory. Princess June will look the most beautiful in a dress like this, like a true angel from the heavens. He can’t wait to see her and worship at her feet, just like she deserves. There will never be a more beautiful bride than June after this wedding commences.

Suddenly, Silas is reinvigorated with excitement over the wedding. It will be everything June deserves. She will be so happy and she will look so beautiful. It will be a joyous occasion, not one to sulk and whine about. It’ll be a day to celebrate June and Silas wants nothing more than that.

“I’ll dress in gold,” Silas declares, handing the fabric back and turning toward the mirror with renewed vigor. “Make me look like June’s.”

The seamstress gives a smile and returns to her textiles to find just what she had in mind. Micah’s attention lingers on Silas’s profile as he admires his confidence and determination.

It’s no wonder Silas is the pet of a royal. He is suited for it. So poised and stoic and loyal. Micah wants to be like that too.

“You have served the royals before, haven’t you?” Micah sheepishly asks, earning Silas’s curious eyes. “More… than just June?”

Silas hesitates but eventually nods. “Yes. Prince Eryx and the King, both.”

Micah blushes all over again. “I’ve never served a royal. I fear I will not know how to serve June properly.”

“I imagine it is no different than serving Mr. Bodie. Titles matter little when your mouth is otherwise occupied,” Silas whispers, unwilling to use words more vulgar than necessary. Micah grumbles bashfully and Silas studies. “You have serviced women before, haven’t you?”

Micah perks up with a bit of renewed confidence. “Y-Yes. Mr. Bodie has invited a few guests to the manor in the past, master and pet. I’ve serviced women and men.”

Silas tries not to dwell on the image of Micah and June together. It’s an inevitability. He’s got to get over his jealousy, he tells himself. June will not forget about him or cast him aside. She promised Silas would always be hers. Micah can try, but he will never please the princess like he can.

“Then you will be fine,” Silas says, shaking his head to rid of his worries.

“And the others?” Micah asks. “The Prince and the King?”

“Do not worry about them. The King is not very fond of pets. I would be surprised if he took an interest in you,” Silas explains. “And Prince Eryx may be a bit handsy and entitled, but you are not June’s pet. You are Mr. Bodie’s. I don’t think Eryx will be so quick to lay claim to something he has even less right to than something that belongs to his sister.”

Micah listens intently to Silas’s reassurances, forgetting about the seamstress and the maids as they poke and prod at the two boys. Micah continues to unload all of his curiosities on to the puppy, most of which Silas has no idea how to answer. Just like Micah, he’s new to all of this and he’s only ever been by June’s side. He doesn’t know anything beyond the little life he’s had under his princess’s wing.

He tries to help Micah though, because he said he would. They’re in this together now.

A knock at the door causes everyone to pause before a maid rushes to open it. With a brief exchange of whispers, the door opens wider to reveal Mr. Bodie. He steps in, dressed in his regular suit and a box in his hands.

“My lord,” Micah gasps, hopping off the podium to rush into Mr. Bodie’s arms.

Mr. Bodie catches Micah around the waist with one hand, holding the box steady in the other. He kisses Micah sweetly and lifts him off his feet, setting him back on the podium beside Silas.

“I come bearing gifts,” he says happily. “For my beloved bunny and my future pup.”

Micah beams and Silas bristles.

As politely as he can, Silas raises his chin and says, “I’ll always be June’s, my lord. She’s my master.”

A smirk plays across Mr. Bodie lips as he takes in Silas’s unwavering confidence. Such a loyal pet.

“Of course, you’ll always be June’s first and I’ll respect that, puppy. But soon, you will be mine too and I want to offer a token of my dedication to you both,” Mr. Bodie says.

Silas is flattered by Mr. Bodie’s kindness and understanding, growing curious as his walls come down. Micah moves first, unable to help himself. He stands at the edge of the podium, Mr. Bodie’s hand on his hip to make sure he doesn’t fall, as he reaches for the box. Mr. Bodie holds it as Micah pulls the top off to reveal what’s inside.

Laid side by side on a velvet cushion are two, black leather collars, with fur lining the insides. Small metal rings are attached to the leather, where a leash would presumably be attached. Stitched into the leather are both Micah and Silas’s names, and Micah grabs his with eager excitement.

“A collar?” He asks in awe, admiring the craftsmanship of it.

“For each of my pets,” Mr. Bodie says. He takes the other and offers it to Silas, holding his gaze. “I want it to be a surprise for June. When we come back from our honeymoon, I want you both wearing them, knelt at her feet, and ready to welcome her into a happy, abundant marriage. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” Micah answers, beaming from ear to ear as he clutches the collar in his hands.

“Yes, m-my lord…” Silas mutters nervously.

He stares hard at the collar, imagining what the rest of his life will look like. As long as it’s with June, it can’t be so bad.

“Want to try it on, bunny?” Mr. Bodie asks his beloved pet. Micah preens, nodding eagerly.

Mr. Bodie hands the empty box to a maid and steps toward Micah, opening his arms to him. Micah easily slips into his embrace, both of them smiling and giggling happily as Mr. Bodie carries him closer to the mirror. Setting him on his feet and pressing his chest to Micah’s back, Mr. Bodie takes the collar and gently fastens it around his neck.

“Too tight, bunny?” Mr. Bodie whispers, his breath tickling Micah’s temple.

“No..” Micah breathes, his eyes fixated on the image reflected in the mirror. “I like it…”

Mr. Bodie looms over Micah with a hand on his waist and the other around his throat, letting his fingers tease just under the fur of the collar. He’s fidgeting like he’s resisting the urge to tighten his fingers around Micah’s throat, and with a collar in the way now, he has to redirect that energy.

Mr. Bodie takes the small metal ring on the collar around his finger and pulls, making a yelp catch in Micah’s throat as he stumbles. He looks up into his lord’s eyes with surprise and feels his entire body light up with anticipation at the hunger simmering there. His heart races and his chest heaves with each anxious breath and he doesn’t move, he just waits.

“You look so pretty, my little bunny,” Mr. Bodie growls, leaning in to brush his lips across Micah’s.

“Th-Thank you, my lord.”

Micah leans into his lord, eager to fall into his heated embrace. Mr. Bodie chuckles and decides to indulge in a hungry kiss, though he doesn’t let it last for long. He pulls away before Micah is ready, earning a whiny cry from his bunny. Mr. Bodie gently shushes him, promises him they’ll get to play soon, and bites at his soft bottom lip before he pulls away completely.

Silas’s spine straightens with surprise when Mr. Bodie wordlessly approaches him, his eyes as imposing and stern as they always are.

“And you, pup,” he says, stopping in front of Silas and plucking the collar out of his hands. “Can I see it on you? To make sure it fits?”

Silas gulps, his face warm, and he nods. He stands as still and obediently as he can as he feels Mr. Bodie’s fingers work the collar around his throat. His hands are nothing like June’s or Eryx’s. They’re more like the King’s, meaty and rough and commanding. Every brush of his fingers on his throat makes Silas tense up and he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until his lungs burn.

“Relax, puppy. I won’t ever hurt you,” Mr. Bodie murmurs gently, grabbing the back of Silas’s neck and pulling him closer.

Silas stumbles forward and whines, unsure of what to say or do. A part of him wants to trust Mr. Bodie. As stern and rough as he’s been, he’s also been equally patient and kind. And he knows he should trust him if June does. It’s simply easier said than done. Silas has never met a man like Mr. Bodie before.

“You believe me, don’t you?” Mr. Bodie asks, a playful smirk on his face as he fusses with the clasp of Silas’s collar.

Silas thinks for a moment and decides to answer honestly. “I-I don’t know… Men are rough. June is gentle. I like June.”

“Mm…” Mr. Bodie hums thoughtfully.

He finishes fastening the collar but he doesn’t let go of Silas. He cups his jaw in both his hands, rubbing his smooth skin gently with his thumbs as he stares intently at the puppy. He takes the time to study him and the sincerity and reluctance in his eyes, soaking it all in before he decides to speak again. The gentleness of his big hands and the kindness in his eyes does nothing to soothe Silas’s racing heart.

“When I want to be rough, I’ll use Micah. Not only do I like it when he cries, but so does he. I’ll be gentle with you, if that’s what you prefer,” Mr. Bodie says sincerely.

Silas gulps, his heart pounding in his ears. “I’m not scared of the roughness. I-I can handle it. Sometimes… i-it feels good. But everything always feels good with June...”

Mr. Bodie smiles and runs his fingers over Silas’s collar. “Such a loyal little thing. June is very lucky. I only hope you will trust me as much as you trust her one day.”

Words don’t come to Silas easily, especially now, so he says nothing. Mr. Bodie doesn’t seem to mind Silas’s silence, understanding that he can’t rush his trust.

Mr. Bodie steps aside, letting Silas look at the collar around his throat in the mirror. He gazes at himself in wonder, reaching reluctantly to touch the stiff leather and the soft fur underneath. It’s not tight or uncomfortable at all, which surprises him. It feels surprisingly grounding having something there, like holding June’s hand in an unfamiliar place. It’s nice.

Micah appears at his side again, both of them standing on the podium in nothing but their underwear and the matching collars. Mr. Bodie stands before them, smiling proudly as he reaches to take each of their hands.

“June and I are so lucky to have pets so pretty and
obedient and loyal, and we are even more fortunate to get to spend the rest of our lives with you both. I hope you are as eager for this new beginning as we are,” Mr. Bodie says softly, his kind eyes bouncing between his bunny and his puppy. “I am full of pride, standing here gazing at the two of you.”

Micah preens, bouncing on the balls of his feet and twirling back and forth like he just can’t contain his joy. “Thank you, my lord. Anything to make you happy.”

Mr. Bodie smiles fondly at his bunny, grabbing his collar to pull him into a gentle kiss. Micah braces himself against his lord’s shoulders and moans into the kiss. Mr. Bodie breaks it before Micah’s ready and then grabs Silas. He pulls him close but hesitates, studying his reaction to make sure he’s not being too forceful with him.

Silas gulps but he doesn’t pull away. Mr. Bodie is his new master and he obviously cares very much about being good to his pets. So Silas leans in, erasing the inch of distance between them kissing him with feigned confidence. He’s endured worse than a kiss. This is nothing.

Except, it kind of feels good. Mr. Bodie’s mouth is soft, his lips careful, and his tongue gentle as it slips between the puppy’s lips. He doesn’t rush the kiss or manhandle the little pet. He wants Silas to trust him, so he moves delicately, so as to not startle him.

“Mm.. My lord,” Micah whines, pulling on Mr. Bodie’s firmly toned arm.

Silas breaks the kiss first, his face flushed with both arousal and embarrassment. Mr. Bodie turns to his needy pet with an amused smirk.

“You will have to get used to sharing, bunny,” Mr. Bodie teases. “For now, let me take that collar off you. I want it to be a surprise for June, alright? So don’t say anything.”

Micah whines but lifts his chin, bearing his neck to his lord. Mr. Bodie moves with delicate fingers to unfasten the leather and place it back in the box. He moves to Silas, removing his collar and putting it in the box beside Micah’s. Silas touches his throat, already feeling a strange absence there that he doesn’t like. Micah must feel the same way because he hasn’t stopped pouting since Mr. Bodie took it off of him.

With the box under his arm and his hand laced with Micah’s, Mr. Bodie gives his pet the last of his attention. “You and Silas will stay in the manor while June and I are off on our honeymoon. I want you to show him around the place and make sure he feels at home, so we can all live happily upon our return. You understand? Be a good host in my absence, alright?”

“Yes, my lord,” Micah easily agrees.

“We won’t be… living in the castle?” Silas asks, slightly surprised.

June didn’t mention anything about moving to Bodie Manor. He knew they would be visiting a lot but he thought it was just that, visiting. Like owning a second property and staying during the summer. June is the princess. Doesn’t she belong in the castle?

“We will be a family of four after the wedding, puppy. And once June starts having children, our family will only grow bigger. We will crowd the castle in no time, which seems unnecessary, seeing as Prince Eryx is heir to the throne,” Mr. Bodie explains plainly. “It is best we stay at the manor, where we can live as we please and burden no one. June agrees. Don’t you?”

Silas hesitates, but everything Mr. Bodie says is true, so he doesn’t protest. Prince Eryx already scoffed and belittled Silas every chance he got. There’s no doubt he’d feel burdened having two pets in the castle, as the King probably would too. Maybe it is best for them to go somewhere more comfortable for their already crowded relationship, somewhere quiet and comfortable.

“I-I agree, my lord,” Silas murmurs sheepishly.

Mr. Bodie looks full of approval at Silas’s response and then he turns his attention to Micah. He kisses the bunny’s soft knuckles and whispers sweet nothings to him before he steps away and leaves, taking their collars with him. Silas and Micah watch him go, standing in the silence for a long moment before the maids and seamstress move again, resuming the work they paused in respect of Mr. Bodie’s presence.

Things are going to change a lot, very quickly, by the sound of it. Silas already knew that to be true but he wasn’t quite expecting this much. He thought he was going to have to hold Micah’s hand through this entire process, but if they aren’t staying in the castle, Micah doesn’t really have to learn anything. It’s Silas who has to learn now.

He only hopes Micah will be able to teach him everything he knows before their masters come home from their honeymoon.

Chapter Text

“We put you with the kitchen staff, you couldn’t keep up. We put you in the stables, you were too intimidated by the horses. We put you with the groundskeeper and you came back with bloodied fingers and a rolled ankle,” Lord Bodie explains with a bored, cold, even tone that matches the iciness of his unyielding eyes.

Micah gulps, keeping his head down as his fingers fidget behind him. His fingers are healed now, thanks to Lord Bodie dismissing him to rest for the last few days. Everyday since has been full of guilt and regret though. Everything Lord Bodie says is true. No matter where he’s been put to work in this house, he’s failed one way or another.

Micah was never cut out for physical labor, but unfortunately, that’s all he had to offer Lord Bodie in order to pay off his father's debt to the Bodie family. He wasn’t going to admit that out loud, of course. He’d do anything to help his father and he’d fail over and over again until he found something he was good at.

That is… as long Lord Bodie could stand the burden of his distressed staff complaining to him everyday.

“I-I’m trying… my lord,” Micah whispers sheepishly. “M-Maybe the maids will take me…”

Lord Bodie blows a scoff through his nose, his lips twitching with bitter amusement. “The maids do more in this manor than anybody else. If you can’t keep up with the kitchen staff, you won’t survive a day without blisters on your feet and bloodied fingers again.”

Micah’s hands clench behind his back as frustration boils up inside of him. Lord Bodie is going to throw him out any minute, he can feel it. After all of this berating, he’s going to throw him back to his penniless father and demand some other compensation that he doesn’t have. His father will be ruined. He has to try harder.

“P-Please, my lord…” Micah lifts his head and steps forward, approaching Lord Bodie’s desk. “I’ll do anything to stay and be useful. I’m begging you. I can try harder.”

Lord Bodie tilts his head with a bit of interest in the slight jump of his dark brows. His eyes linger on the soft, fluffy, blonde hair of the man before him and his slim, pale figure. He’s small and soft and pretty. He’s not a worker. Lord Bodie tried to find a place for him after his father gave him up so easily, but he’s just not the right fit for this place.

It’s almost a shame. He’s cute. Lord Bodie would keep him as a pet to play with and admire like art if he could. He hasn’t had anything to play with since he took over ownership of this manor. He’s starved for a little bit of fun.

“Your determination is admirable, Micah. You’re in your early twenties, no? You have plenty of time in life to find some place more suited for your talents outside of this place,” Lord Bodie says, dropping his attention to his desk.

He starts to pull a quill and parchment from his drawers to write a letter to Micah’s father, making Micah’s heart drop into his stomach. The second he sees his father’s name on that parchment, he panics.

He can’t fail. He can’t burden his father when the old man is depending on him to make things right.

Micah frantically rounds Lord Bodie’s desk and snatches the quill from his hand, holding it desperately against his chest as he retreats. He backs away from Lord Bodie as the man slings daggers at him using only his icy glare. Micah can hear his heart pounding in his ears, making his fingers shake as he stumbles backwards.

“You forget your place,” Lord Bodie growls out.

“Forgive me, my lord…” Micah begs, his eyes welling with tears. His bottom lip quivers. “Please, please, please.. I’ll do anything you want. Please, don’t send me back.”

The sight of Micah trembling so violently with tears brimming in those big eyes distracts Lord Bodie from his own anger in an instant. When Micah injured himself working with the groundskeeper, he came back in tears with those bloodied fingers covered in dirt. He didn’t look as pathetic even then, though that was the first time Lord Bodie realized how pretty Micah looked when he cried. He wanted those tears in his eyes to fall now…

How dangerous… to keep such a tempting creature in this house and have him begging like he is now.

Lord Bodie stands from his desk, stalking toward the young Micah with a hard glower. “All of this desperation, and for what? To avoid your father’s disappointment?”

Micah tries to hold himself together as best he can past the lump in his throat and the tears in his eyes. “I just… I just want to please…”

A rumbling grunt erupts in Lord Bodie’s chest as he closes in on the boy, looming over him and caging him against the wall with only his presence. Micah trembles nervously, looking up at the stern lord with hopeful, pleading eyes. Lord Bodie’s always had a very large presence, thanks to his broad figure and his title as Lord.

The silence stretches and the tension pulls taut as Micah awaits punishment. Surely, this lord has run out of patience for his antics by now.

“From what I’ve seen, you don’t seem to have much experience pleasing people,” Lord Bodie whispers, raising a hand to brush his thumb across Micah’s quivering lip. “But you have also proven to be eager to learn…”

Micah gulps, letting a tear trickle down his cheek. He never tears his eyes away from Lord Bodie, even as the man lets his own gaze ghost across Micah’s delicate features. He looks at him with a heated fascination that Micah doesn’t quite understand, but his body reacts anyways. His hands won’t stop shaking and he can feel his heart beating in his stomach.

“I have one last offer for you. Reject it or fail to please me and you will be returned to your father, whether you like it or not,” Lord Bodie warns.

Micah’s lungs fill with a breath of hope that brightens his blurry eyes. He blinks away his tears, swallows the sobs that threaten to escape, and nods his head eagerly. He’ll do anything, especially for a lord as patient and generous as Lord Bodie. He always thought disappointing his father was the worst possible fate, but he was beginning to believe disappointing Lord Bodie was worse.

Nothing felt as bad as Bodie’s stern glower, so surely, his praise held significant weight.

“I’ll do anything, my lord,” Micah pleads, his breath caressing Lord Bodie’s finger.

Lord Bodie’s eyes remain fixated on Micah’s pretty lips and he gently pulls that bottom lip down until they part. Micah looks adorably delectable with his mouth open and eyes full of innocent desperation. The desire to take this little thing in his arms and ruin him fills Lord Bodie so fiercely that his teeth grind with fragile restraint.

There’s so much he could do to a poor soul like this.

“You have teeth like a little bunny,” Lord Bodie murmurs, finding himself smirking as he looks at the two front teeth that are just a little larger than the rest. “They are adorable.”

Micah’s chest swells with the lord's flattery and he beams happily up at him, his cheeks tinted pink. “Th-Thank you, my lord.”

To Micah’s surprise, Lord Bodie’s expression only darkens at the sight of his happiness. His free hand comes up to grip Micah’s face to keep it tilted up as he sneaks his thumb between his lips, placing it on his tongue and surprising Micah even more. He doesn’t complain or struggle though. He just stares wide eyed and curious at the handsome lord.

“Close your mouth,” Lord Bodie commands, and Micah listens. His thumb feels strange in his mouth and tastes a little salty, but he doesn’t really mind it as much as he feels he should. “Now suck…”

Micah’s eyes slightly widen, causing a flash of amusement to pass through Lord Bodie’s eyes. He cocks his eyebrow at the boy, silently daring him to protest and escape.

Is he really so desperate to please or is he all talk?

Micah’s face burns with embarrassment and his heart hasn’t stopped racing, but he obeys the command. He’ll do anything for Lord Bodie’s approval, even if that means hollowing his cheeks and sucking on the thick appendage between his lips. He even moves his tongue, tasting and caressing the meaty finger.

Something about the action feels lewd but Micah doesn’t know why. He’s never done anything like this. The only thing that’s ever gone in his mouth is food.

Maybe it’s the way Lord Bodie watches him so intently or the way his hands feel so firm and possessive on his face. Whatever it is, Micah’s eyes are brimming with tears all over again. He feels exposed and vulnerable and… scared.

Not of Lord Bodie. Rather, scared of the odd sensation of pleasure that licks down his spine as he sucks.

“You are so pretty when you cry, little bunny,” Lord Bodie whispers softly.

Leaning in, Lord Bodie brushes his lips across Micah’s eyelid in an overwhelmingly loving gesture that makes a tear escape. Micah whimpers as his embarrassment consumes him from the inside out and he tries to break away, but he’s trapped between the wall and Lord Bodie’s broad chest. The best he can do is look up at the man with round, pleading, watery eyes as he whines around the thumb in his mouth.

Clenching his jaw, Lord Bodie slips his thumb free. “What is it? You don’t want to please me?”

Micah sniffles and shakes his head, trying to blink the tears away, but they don’t move. “N-No, my lord. I-I do… I just… don’t know what I’m doing. I-I don’t know what you want.”

“Hm,” Lord Bodie grunts.

The boy is full of innocence. Already in his twenties and no idea how to use his mouth to please. He’s the perfect candidate to be corrupted and ruined and that makes Lord Bodie want him even more, beyond his beauty and his desperation. Micah could be everything he ever dreamed if he doesn’t go running and screaming once he realizes what a beast Lord Bodie truly is on the inside.

“Come,” Lord Bodie orders as he steps back, returning to his desk and collapsing into his chair. He looks expectantly at Micah as he beckons him forward with a wave of his hand. “I will show you what I want from you. You can refuse at any time if you’d like. I will not force your participation.”

Micah hesitates, his chest heaving and his sight blurry with unfallen tears. He sniffles, trying to collect himself and his wild emotions, and then he steps forward on shaky legs. He doesn’t know what he’s doing and he’s full of fear, but Lord Bodie is the perfect pillar of knowledge and confidence and he has been nothing but patient so far.

Micah trusts him, deep in his gut.

Taking his hand, Lord Bodie guides him forward until he stands between his spread legs. He takes the quill from Micah’s other hand and sets it on his desk, leaving him without anything to clutch and anchor himself to. He fidgets nervously now, his body language uncertain and anxious.

“Kneel,” Lord Bodie gently commands.

Micah gulps and his breathing quickens with his growing reluctance.

“Trust me, Micah.” Lord Bodie’s eyes are like a steady boat in rough waters. “I will not hurt you unless you ask me to.”

“Wh-Why would I ask you to?” Micah stammers, his face flushed from this strange conversation.
Lord Bodie smirks, his broad shoulders shrugging. “There’s always the chance you’ll discover that you actually like the pain.”

Micah scoffs under his breath, because it sounds ridiculous. What kind of sane person would enjoy pain?

Despite every nerve in his body begging him not to, Micah slowly begins to kneel between Lord Bodie’s thighs. He gets comfortable and looks up at the brooding lord, frowning as he awaits some form of pain or punishment. He expects to be struck or shouted out or spat upon. Why else would Lord Bodie speak of pain?

What Micah doesn’t expect is Lord Bodie unfastening his trousers. His eyes widen to the size of tea saucers and his breath catches in his chest as the lord pulls himself free of the constricting fabric. His cock is thick and long and hard between his fingers, and so close to Micah’s face. When he strokes himself from base to head, a bit of precum spills across the crown and drips down his shaft.

Lord Bodie resists the urge to groan with pleasure at the feeling of his excited cock in his hand and the awestruck look on Micah’s face. So innocent, he reminds himself. He’ll have to be slow with this one if he doesn’t wish to startle and scare him off.

“Open,” Lord Bodie commands once more, reaching his free hand to cup Micah’s jaw. Micah’s wild, blue eyes rise to meet his and he doesn’t look any less shocked by the command. “Open, and do just as you did with my thumb. You understand?”

Micah gulps, looking between Lord Bodie’s fierce eyes and his thick cock. “A-Are you sure, my lord? Th-This will please you?”

Lord Bodie nods, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “I’m certain. I will be very, very pleased with you, if you are brave enough to obey this command.”

His confident words fill Micah with an overwhelming surge of reassurance that washes away his reluctance like a tidal wave. Almost in the blink of an eye, Micah’s fear is erased. He wants to please the handsome lord more than anything right now. He wants to make him happy and earn his approval. And if that cock in his mouth is anything like his thumb between his lips, it won’t be so bad to endure.

Micah braces himself with his hands on either of Lord Bodie’s firm, thick thighs and leans in to capture his cock in his mouth. Lord Bodie meets him halfway, guiding the tip between his lips and watching in awe as Micah so confidently sinks further down his length. He doesn’t push far, only taking the first few inches between his lips before he starts to suck.

Instantly, the sensation sends a volt of electrifying pleasure up Lord Bodie’s spine and he hisses between his teeth. He hasn’t felt someone’s mouth on his cock in a long, long time and the wetness and warmth is blissfully overwhelming. He has to fight the instinct to thrust even deeper, too worried he’ll scare the poor boy in his lap. He has to take this slow and gentle.

“That’s it, bunny,” Lord Bodie praises as his fingers seep into Micah’s fluffy, soft, blonde hair at the base of his skull. “Just like that…”

Micah makes a sound, either at the nickname, the encouragement, or the sudden touch, he doesn’t know. His own reaction of pleasure startled him though. He tries to lift his head off Lord Bodie’s cock to retreat in embarrassment, but that thick hand in his hair stops him right at the head of his cock. He makes another sound of confusion, the vibrations sinking down Lord Bodie’s length and up his spine.

Lord Bodie moans, gently coaching Micah to take more of him again. “I didn’t say to stop, bunny. I want you to keep sucking until I’m pleased. Understood?”

Micah hums another sound, unaware of how every noise only heightens Lord Bodie’s pleasure. His grip on Lord Bodie’s thighs tightens as he goes back to hollowing his cheeks and tasting the cock nestled in his mouth. Lord Bodie’s fingers in his hair tighten and pull, nearly pulling him off of his cock until he pushes him down again.

Over and over, Lord Bodie moves as Micah sucks his cock. Sometimes he only coaches Micah’s head to bob on his length, and sometimes he thrusts his hips up and into his mouth. Micah braces himself when Lord Bodie bucks into him, gagging when the head of his cock hits the back of his throat.

Micah tries to pull away to collect himself and apologize, but Lord Bodie doesn’t let him. He keeps grinding his cock against Micah’s wet, soft tongue as he groans in pleasure.

“I’m sorry, bunny. Does it hurt to gag?” Lord Bodie coos, his voice gruff with pleasure.

Despite the tears pricking at Micah’s eyes all over again, he shakes his head. He doesn’t want to stop if it’s him that’s making Lord Bodie feel so good. This isn’t so bad.

“It doesn’t? So I can push in deeper?” He asks, smirking to himself.

Micah nods and Lord Bodie’s smirk broadens. He holds Micah’s head in his hands as he thrusts up into his mouth again, hitting the soft spot in the back of his throat and making Micah gag again. Lord Bodie moans, letting his head fall back as he gently fucks the boy’s face, pushing in deeper every couple times to feel that throat work around the head of his cock. He loves being buried so deep that he can feel him swallow.

The way Lord Bodie moans and grips his hair makes Micah’s confidence grow and his own cock comes to life before he even realizes it. He tries to ignore the strange response between his legs as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around the head. The strange taste of the liquid that spills from his head only makes his own cock harden though, and he has no idea why.

He’s making Lord Bodie feel good. That’s all he knows. And it pleases him more than anything.

“Your mouth is a damn dream, little bunny,” Lord Bodie growls, bucking shallowly between Micah’s lips. “So soft and warm and perfect… I don’t ever want to stop. You feel so good.”

Micah squirms in Lord Bodie’s lap as his praise settles between his thighs, making his cock weep uselessly into his trousers. He likes the praise. It’s a little embarrassing and makes him whine around Lord Bodie’s cock, but he doesn’t ever want to stop either. It feels surprisingly good having something fill his mouth, twitching and spilling with pleasure. It leaves no room for the usual doubt that he’s not being useful enough.

“Shit..” Lord Bodie hisses between his teeth, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Micah whimpers, his fingers digging into his lord’s thighs as he endures his battering cock pistoning in and out of his mouth. “That’s it, bunny.. Suck me deeper. Let me feel your throat…”

Micah squeezes his eyes shut around the tears that spill down his cheeks as he forces his throat open, enduring Lord Bodie’s wild hips. He’s surprised by how vividly he can feel the head of his cock slide down the slick passage, making him gag over and over again until he can barely breathe. He doesn’t push away or fight for his freedom though. Lord Bodie feels good, because of him, and he’s never felt more useful in his life.

Pushing Micah’s head all the way to the base of his cock, Lord Bodie roars through his orgasm. The pleasure is almost blinding as he pumps his cum down Micah’s throat, shivering all over as he feels his throat work around the pulsing head of his cock. He can feel the boy squirm and struggle against him but he doesn’t let go. He feeds him his cum until there’s nothing left, and only then, does he loosen his grip in his hair and let the boy come up for air.

Micah gasps for breath at the same time that he chokes, falling back on his hands as he tries to regain composure. His throat burns, his hands tremble, and his heart pounds in his ears. For a moment, he thought Lord Bodie would suffocate him completely. He thought he’d die on that man’s cock, right here in his office. And he can’t stop thinking about the way his cum slid down his throat like a strange, salty sludge.

His cock still throbs and weeps between his legs, more demanding than it’s ever been before. Micah can’t help but reel from the situation, unsure of why he feels so accomplished and so turned on by the explicit act he just partook in.

Was that normal? To be pleased by a cock in your mouth? Clearly, it felt good for Lord Bodie, but Micah was truly perplexed by his own pleasure…

Lord Bodie leans forward, taking Micah’s face between his big hands and forcing his attention. With his cheeks stained in tears and lips slightly swollen, Micah looks truly ruined. It’s that look in his eyes, especially, that does something sinister to Lord Bodie’s heart.

A sweet, innocent, young man absolutely corrupted.

Lord Bodie can’t even resist the very primal part of him that demands to keep him all to himself now.

“I am well and truly pleased by you, sweet boy,” he says, his chest heaving and voice gruff, as he’s still coming down from his high. “No, more than that… I am enraptured with you, and I would like to keep you here to serve me, if you would like to do so.”

Micah’s pretty blue eyes bounce between Lord Bodie’s in pure surprise as he tries to wrap his head around his words. He can barely think straight right now. Lord Bodie’s hands on him and his deep, piercing eyes staring so intensely at him have him unable to breathe.

“Again, I will never force you, but I need you to think long and hard about my proposal, because you will truly be mine if you agree. Mine to use, to toy with, and pick apart,” he explains slowly. He brushes his thumb across Micah’s lips again, transfixed by that pretty mouth. “It will not be an easy task, little bunny. I may be rough, you might get scared, but I will take good care of you as long as you serve as my pet…”

Micah didn’t want to fail. He didn’t want to go back to his struggling father and admit he is of no use to anybody.

That’s not true, after all, is it? Lord Bodie found use for him and he seems more than happy to use him again and again. Micah has found something he’s good at and he’s happy it’s Lord Bodie he could please. The man is patient, generous, and handsome…

He wouldn’t mind serving this lord, even if he didn’t have a debt to pay off.

“O-Okay…” Micah swallows, his throat stinging in the most delightful way at the motion. He stares deep into Lord Bodie’s eyes as he nods. “I-I will serve you like this, my lord, as your pet… I will do anything to please you. I swear it…”

Lord Bodie moans, pulling Micah closer until their lips just barely touch. He forces himself to slow down though, and think with a clear head before he acts too impulsively and scares Micah.

“Are you certain? I am afraid you don’t quite understand what you are agreeing to,” Lord Bodie whispers, ghosting his lips across Micah’s.

Micah softly pants as his eyes flutter shut with anticipation. “I-I do not care, my lord… I want to serve you, wholly… I trust you.”

Lord Bodie groans his satisfaction at the way Micah so confidently declares himself, and decides to seal their agreement with a kiss. He sweeps Micah into a heated kiss he is instantly and completely taken by. He has only ever shared small, familial kisses. Nothing like this. Nothing this powerful and charged and absolutely toe curling.

Micah moans, chasing the pleasure with inexperienced lips. Lord Bodie growls at the way Micah tries to dominate the kiss, clasping a hand gently around his throat and taking full control with his swift, skillful tongue. Micah melts in an instant, moaning and grabbing at his lord, pulling him closer and silently begging for more. It all feels so good. He doesn’t ever want him to stop.

He’d do anything Lord Bodie ever commanded if it meant he got to drown in this bliss.

 

-

 

An unexpected visit from Lord Bodie’s father has him following the maids down the winding staircase with frantic feet and a pounding heart. His fingers fumble on the buttons of his shirt and he’s quick to comb his hair back with rough hands. Luckily, his father hadn't gone snooping and was lingering impatiently in the foyer with a pocket watch in his hand and his cane in the other.

At the bottom of the steps, the maids silently took their leave with a bow and disappeared further into the manor, leaving Lord Bodie to greet his old man at the door.

“I thought you hated coming here,” Lord Bodie says, folding his hands politely behind his back and staring at his father with cold eyes.

“You weren’t at the Barrington’s Commemoration ball, Torin,” his father grumbles as he starts through the house, sauntering into the sunroom as if he’s all too familiar with the house. “You were expected to show up. You fought in the war, didn’t you?”

Lord Bodie quietly sighs as he follows his father, his jaw clenching tight with bubbling resentment. “It’s the only reason you gave me this place, isn't it?”

“So you make an appearance at a ball when you’re invited by a well respected family. That's what a man with some goddamn manners would do.” Sitting at the table by the massive windows, his father meets his eyes with equal distaste when he doesn’t move to sit with him. “What’s your excuse?”

It takes every ounce of willpower for Lord Bodie not to roll his eyes at his father. He’s a grown man and has been through life or death situations his father would never understand while he was in that war. He didn’t need to be lectured and interrogated by his father like he was some unruly little boy.

His father had never been to war, thanks to his injured leg. He’d never know just how much that changed a man. Flitting around a ballroom for an evening while rich men who never knew pain congratulated him for murdering dozens and dozens of men felt… unsettling.

Dancing wasn’t his thing. Killing wasn’t either, until he was forced to. Stuck up old men weren’t worth his time, which was one of the reasons he was so anxious to get his father out of this manor as soon as possible.

The other reason was still upstairs, hidden behind a locked door just in case his father got nosey.

“I’ve been trying to settle back into work, and taking care of the manor has been keeping me busy,” Lord Bodie answers simply.

His father grunts, letting his eyes take in the grand room bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun. Even while admiring something, he still looks completely disinterested and cold. That's just the kind of man he is.

“I always hated how much time it took to maintain a place like this. That’s why I accepted that young boy when the Emerson man offered his son’s labor. Every extra pair of hands you can get helps in a place like this.”

Lord Bodie nods once, his expression schooled. “I agree. Micah has been a great addition to the staff.”

“But I don’t want a place like this to distract you from the outside world. You should attend a ball when invited, focus on your work, and find yourself a wife. That should be easy enough with your contribution to the war. Any man would be happy to hand over a respectable daughter to a veteran.”

Lord Bodie once again nods, his jaw tight and resentment growing. No matter what he went through, no matter how old he got, his old man would always be making demands of him. As the oldest sibling, he was pressured to serve in the war, and his father went as far as withholding his birthright—this very manor—from him until he came back. Now he was already demanding he find a wife.

Did the man only bother hobbling around at this old age just to make demands out of his children? Or was it specially his eldest, Torin, that he craved control of?

“Maybe they are willing to hand over their daughters but I have yet to meet any ladies worthy of having, father,” Lord Bodie stubbornly admits.

His father scoffs. “How can you meet any young lady when you’re holed up in this place?”

Lord Bodie can’t help but sigh, dragging his eyes toward the view out the windows. The bushes sway in the breeze, making the flowers dance in the settling sun. It looks so soft and peaceful that Lord Bodie can’t imagine why he would leave this place at all.

He’d been at war. Didn’t his father understand that? It couldn’t be that hard to understand that a quaint manor in the middle of plush, peaceful meadows was the perfect opposite of that hell. He preferred it here. It was comfortable. The city, where his father and the rest of his family dwelled was not comfortable. Too loud, too crowded, too overstimulating.

Lord Bodie liked to believe he had earned a life of quiet luxury after what he’d gone through simply to please his father.

His father stands from the table, leaning heavily on his cane and he closes the distance between them. “You will join your mother and your sisters for a promenade in Gettlings Park tomorrow morning. There are plenty of ladies to choose from there because the royals sometimes show, and even they have yet to marry.”

Lord Bodie holds his father’s eyes, calculating just how serious he was about this command. When his eyes never soften and his brow lifts in expectation, Lord Bodie nods in reluctant agreement.

He’d find a wife if he had to. Someone quiet and simple that he could tuck away and not think about until his father starts demanding grandchildren. God knows he wasn’t going to find anybody with a common interest or level of understanding for his preferences, whether that be romantic or otherwise.

As his father steps past him and towards the door, Lord Bodie’s muscles subconsciously relax as their distance grows. He hates when his father visits, especially when it’s a surprise.

“Buy some hounds while you’re at it, Torin,” his father yells over his shoulder as a footman helps to slip his jacket on. “You’ve got a rabbit infestation in that garden of yours. They nearly startled my horses, hopping off the road and into your bushes.”

Lord Bodie doesn’t respond. He simply watches from one end of the foyer as his father leaves out the other. When he’s finally gone and the manor is quiet again, Lord Bodie lets a sigh fall off his chest and climbs the stairs again.

He’s not buying hounds to get rid of the bunnies. Micah has worked hard to gain their trust by feeding them heads of lettuce every morning. They’re more like pets at this point, not vermin, but his father will never know that now.

Lord Bodie unlocks his bedroom door, shutting it quietly behind him and leaving the key on the ornate dresser by the door. He rounds his bed with quiet steps, popping the buttons of his shirt and peeling it off as his eyes find the petite figure curled up in his bed. Between the curtains draping down from his bedposts and the last rays of sunlight shining into the room, Micah looks just as pure and delicate as a bunny in the middle of his cotton sheets.

Always so pretty.

Lord Bodie climbs on to the mattress, caging Micah under his massive frame and reaching to pull the cloth tied around his face from his eyes. Micah blinks, his lips parting in surprise as he finds Lord Bodie on top of him. Already, he doesn’t like how tight his expression looks with his brows pinched above his nose and his mouth set in a thin line.

“Are you alright?” Micah whispers sweetly.

That’s all it takes for Lord Bodie’s features to relax and a smile to tug at the corner of his lips, setting Micah’s heart rate into a fluttering rhythm that warms his cheeks.

“You’re asking me…” Lord Bodie’s eyes draw down Micah’s curled up figure. “When you look like this?”

Curled up in the middle of Lord Bodie’s bed, Micah lays with his hands bound behind his back and the cloth that was around his eyes discarded. Evidence of his new life is peppered all over his body in little, affectionate bruises. Purple spots on his thighs and chest is all that remains of Lord Bodie’s mouth on his skin and the redness around his wrists and forearms reveals where he’s been most recently manhandled.

Micah doesn’t care about any of those marks though. They’re nothing compared to the scars that mar Lord Bodie’s body. He’s been roughened by the war and he wears his scars like badges of honor, letting them tell the story of his efforts that he doesn’t like to tell in words. Around Micah, he doesn’t think of those old wounds, so Micah pays no attention to them either. They don’t distract from his good looks and thick muscles after all.

Lord Bodie can’t help himself from curling his rough palm around Micah’s neck, tilting his head to brush his warm, kiss swollen lips against his own. Just the nearest, most subtle brush of flesh, soothes every last tense muscle in his body. The discomfort of his father’s visit is washed away and forgotten in a matter of seconds.

“You look unhappy,” Micah answers against Lord Bodie’s lips, already buzzing with anticipation now that he’s returned. His wrists subconsciously squirm in his binds. “I am not.”

Lord Bodie’s smirk broadens and he drags his hand to Micah’s chin, grabbing him firmly and forcing their eyes to meet. “Truly? You are happy like this?”

Micah’s pretty blue eyes bounce between his lords as he takes in the radiating pride coming off of him in warm, comforting waves. How could he ever be unhappy with such a handsome face smiling at him and careful, tender hands holding him like he’s something precious?

“I am happy… with you, my lord.” Micah’s heart continues to race and his wrists impatiently squirm. “As long as you’ll let me stay and serve you like this, I’ll be happy.”

“Oh, I’m not letting you go anywhere anytime soon, bunny. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Lord Bodie confidently declares.

Lord Bodie catches Micah in a kiss that makes him gasp, igniting his body in burning passion that makes him squirm all over again. His fingers itch to claw into Lord Bodie by the shoulders and pull him closer until they‘re completely flush. He craves his body against his own more than anything, especially after being left alone for a few minutes in the middle of their play.

Micah whimpers in protest when Lord Bodie’s mouth leaves his but he doesn’t whine as his lord grabs his bound arms and turns him on to his stomach. He subconsciously arches as he feels Lord Bodie’s breath on the back of his neck, letting his eyes fall shut and leaving all of his trust in his lord. He’s been here long enough now to know Lord Bodie would never truly hurt him, and just like he said, he’s started to crave a little pain as long as it’s accompanied by Lord Bodie’s affections.

With a hand buried in the sheets beside Micah’s head to hold himself up, Lord Bodie uses his other to free his neglected cock from his trousers and nestle it between Micah’s thighs. His pet instantly shivers at the warm feeling, raising his hips and whimpering into the mattress as he feels the slick head of Lord Bodie’s cock at his aching hole.

“Deep breath, bunny,” Lord Bodie warns teasingly, his hot breath tickling the golden locks resting on Micah’s temple. “Remember your manners.”

Micah opens himself to beg but doesn’t get a word out before he feels Lord Bodie push into him with one aggressive thrust. His words are lost on a gasp that erupts into a cry of both surprise and pleasure. The lewd sounds from such a delicate, pure, beautiful creature echoes off the walls and makes Lord Bodie’s joy blossom across his face. It takes everything in him not to thrust into him again until he hears Micah’s exercise his manners.

“Th-Thank you, my lord,” Micah breathes, greedily rolling his hips on the cock splitting him open. “More, please… More, more, more… Give it all to me, please.”

“Good boy,” Lord Bodie growls out. His hand locks around Micah’s bound wrists at the small of his back and he keeps him pinned as he thrusts roughly into him again, relishing in the erotic cry that escapes Micah with the impact. “So, so perfect, bunny…”