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      Erwin_Smith/Eren_Yeager, Erwin_Smith/Levi_Ackerman, Levi/Eren_Yeager
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      Erwin_Smith, Levi_ackerman, Eren_Yeager, Nile_Dok, Hange_Zoë, Mike
      Zacharias
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      Sex, Orgasm_Denial, Control, non-con_dom, Punishment, Fisting, Panties,
      boy_in_lingerie, Fingering, Outdoor_Sex, enema_(implied)_-_Freeform,
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      Published: 2014-07-29 Updated: 2017-01-17 Chapters: 25/? Words: 28852
****** Intimate Betrayal ******
by chocolate_velvet
Summary
     In Fantasy Medieval Kingdom AU, Eren belonged to King Erwin. But
     secretly, he had a forbidden relationship with the King’s General,
     Levi whom had an illicit affair with the King. Both Eren and Levi
     belonged to the King. The penalty of death was looming on the
     relationship between Eren and Rivaille.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                        Intimate Betrayal: The Erotica
 
Chapter 1: Upon the Trumpets at the Gate
Eren heard the sound of the trumpets. As he ran toward the window, a servant
came and told him that the King was in front of the city gate. He looked at he
scenery from the window and saw the commotion. He dismissed the servant and
inhaled the air. His lord was coming. Absentmindedly, his fingers caressed his
chastity belt, his body was tingling in anticipation.
He rang for his grooms. When three of them appeared, he told them that his lord
was coming and he needed to prepare himself. They took him into bathroom,
adjoining to his bedroom. Quickly, they undress him, removed his chastity belt,
and laid him of a soft cot- face down, bottom raised high. Gently, one of them
inserted a tube into his anus. He suppressed a soft yelp as the groom massage
his bottom while the other turning the switch on- a steady stream of liquid was
rushing into bowel. Eren gasped and squirmed in pleasure. Soon, the first
bottle replaced the second bottle. Sweat broke on Eren's forehead as he was
gasping in pleasure- his stomach swelled.
As the second bottle drained, the groom switched off the liquid and
disconnected the tube from the plug. Carefully, they put a bowl underneath him
and removed the butt plug. Eren was given a chance to empty his bowel.
The same process was repeated as many as possible until Eren's discharge turned
as clear as clean water. Only then, they would bath and dry him. Then, they
would put him back to the soft cot, again, with his face down and bottom raised
high to the air. He felt the pang of empty stomach and the slaps of cold air on
his bottom. Eren shivered, yet he didn't know whether it was from cold or
anticipation. He sighed in pleasure as his groom pour warm oil on his bottom
and started to stretch him. This was the most difficult process. He got aroused
easily as the three of them massaged his bottom and inserted their fingers to
stretch him. He bit the pillow to prevent himself from moaning - or giving any
clue of how much he enjoyed this part. They only stopped when his anus was on a
shape of an "O" and four fingers could enter easily. By then, they would insert
a wet metallic plug of four-inch wide in diameter into his anus to retain the
shape.
The next step was the most hated step for Eren. His grooms would turn his body
around. If they see his penis stood proud with pre-cum dripping, they would
douse it with ice water and wash any trace of excitement-for Eren pleasure was
restrictedly came from his lord only, any other source of pleasure was
forbidden. On this process, they had to restrained Eren from thrashing and
gagged his mouth so that the whole castle could neither hear nor wonder the
cause of his screams.
Only when the erection was gone and his penis limped, they would insert a
metallic rod of 14-cm long to the urethra and bound the rod to Eren's balls so
it wouldn't slide down any further. The process was completed by putting back a
clean chastity belt and draping Eren in exquisite garment. Then, the three
would carry Eren to the lord's bedchamber and arrange him as if he was one of
the room's ornament.
Eren watched the grooms as they were fussing about the folds of his garments
against the curtain and sheet. He let them arranged the placement of his arms
and legs for it was in accordance to the taste of his lord.
When they were about to finish, he asked them, "Would My Lord be long?"
The three of them looked at him but only one answered, "No. He'd be here before
sunset."
Instinctively, Eren looked at the window and saw the changing colour of the
sky.
He smiled, "I can't wait to see him."
One of the groom smiled back and replied, "Try to rest a bit."
Eren shifted his hips and felt the tip of the rod caressing his prostate. He
let out a soft whimpering.
"You better don't do that!" reprimanded by one of the groom. "My Lord doesn't
like a single stain that is not his doing!"
Eren slugged as the three of them walked out the room and locked the door.
Now, there were only him and the setting sun.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Of Longing and Empty Promise
Eren slowly woke up from his slumber. He looked around the bedchamber. Empty.
The room had been lit and the windows had been shut - a faint scent of
frankincense lingered around the room. Carefully, Eren sat up and looked
around. There was no sign of the King’s presence in the room, even if he had
stayed there for a very short time.
“My Lord, are you there?” His voice faint, trying to break the silence. Only
silence answered his question. Eren got out the bed- inside him, the rod
stirred and brushed his prostate, he whimpered softly as he walked gingerly
toward the window. He opened it and peered outside, toward the sleeping town.
Eren’s heart sighed as it slowly broke apart.
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Despite the time of the night, the King’s Office was buzzing with energy.
People came and went with piles of documents, servants were running with
buckets of maps and other scrolls. Commanders were shouting orders, King’s
Generals were arguing, and King’s Advisors were sitting closed to the King as
they reasoned with the King. 
The King, despite the battle torn appearance, he listened, argue, and signed or
rejected documents. Occasionally, he talked to his Generals-asking their
opinions, confirming or arguing with his Advisors. There were time when he
looked at the night sky through the window and his face gave out  an
incomprehensible expressions. 
As the King signed the new draft to be brought to the Privy Counsel, he turned
to his aide and said, “I’d like a short break. Not out side but here.” His aide
nod and quickly inform the chief protocol to make the announcement. 
As it was announced, everyone left the room. Seeing Rivaille about to leave the
room, the chief protocol approached him and whispered on his ear. As both the
chief protocol and the King’s aide closed the door, they saw Rivaille walked
toward the King and took a seat closed to him. 
The King sighed. He put two keys on the table and looked at Rivaille. 
“I have another responsibility.”, said him softly.
One key looked like other chamber key on the King’s Quarter. The other key was
peculiar. It was a lot smaller and had more ornaments, much more like a pendant
- Rivaille wondered whether it had the propriety of a key or a mere jewellery.
“Enter my bedchamber, give the smaller key to Eren, and do only the necessary
thing.” 
Rivaille’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the order. “Had your head been hit
that hard? You couldn’t think right. I can’t possibly do this!” refused
Rivaille as he returned the keys to the King.
The King put the keys into Rivaille’s palm. His face hardened. “I trust you
that you will do what is necessary. The meeting will take much longer and he’s
waiting for me.”
Rivaille, I’ll be counting the time until your return!” the King ordered
sternly, just when Rivaille was about to retort him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll return before that goat face finished his ramblings.”
Rivaille said.
Erwin watched him leaving through another door-designed only for him.
 
***** The Night of Floating Dreams 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     YAY! Finally I finished this chapter. This week has been unbelievably
     demanding for me. Suddenly, I had to work almost 12 hours a day. What
     a sweatshop!
     But, I'm surprised. Despite my hectic work schedule, I still had time
     to continue writing.
     Anyway, thanks for everyone for their encouragements. Those words
     pushed me, even I have to sleep at 3 am, just to add, or revise, a
     few chapter. Your words have kept me stay committed.
     Thanks a lot for Monsoon Rain for the detailed reference. I had never
     heard DP before, or whether it is possible, until you enlightened me.
     This chapter wouldn't have happened without your help.
     Last, this is a work of fiction. Some actions in this fic are not
     real and can't be practiced in real life.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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The King's Private Quarter
The Quarter was unlike any other royal quarter. It was a massive maze of silk
curtains and tapestries; no one could escape without guidance from the King’s
most trusted servant. It was the place where the King shared his time of
leisure, and reward, with his most loyal subjects. It was said that those who
had been invited to the rooms were dazzled by the abundant opulence presented
there.
The Quarter consisted of twelve chambers, a grand chamber, and the King’s
chamber. The twelve chambers was the place where the guests entertained each
other. Sometimes, the King was present amongst the guest and shared their
moments. The grand chamber was usually held a gala dinner, otherwise it would
be left empty. The last chamber was the King’s chamber. Aside from the King,
guests needed a special invitation handwritten by the King himself, to enter
the chamber. What was presented in the King’s chamber was to be held secret.
Rivaille was standing at the entrance. The King’s aide had taken his special
invitation for inspection. He was thinking thousands of thoughts about the
peculiar King when one of the King’s aides came to guide him into the maze.
The aide stopped in front of a heavily curtained chamber.
“The King is waiting for you,” said the aide, as he pull the curtain away.
As he stepped in, he noticed the scent of frankincense and other sweet smelling
scents. The room was dimly lit, creating a nuance of secrecy and intimacy. The
King was sitting in front of a board game. When the aide whispered into King’s
ear, he looked at Rivaille and smiled.
Bedazzled, Rivaille walked toward the King and sat in front of him. He noticed
a soft whimpering voice, as if someone was in pleasure. He looked around and
saw there was a section in the middle of the room heavily covered with silk
curtains. The section was lit in a way that anyone outside of the curtains
would be able to see the silhouette of everything behind the curtains.
The spectacle was unusual. Behind the curtained section, there was a four
poster bed. On the bed was the silhouette of two figures: one was a muscular
man and the other was a smaller man. Their silhouette showed that the bigger
man was teasing the smaller man.
Rivaille looked at the King. But the latter gave no sign of noticing anything
wrong with the activities behind the curtain. The King calmly invited him to
play the board game. Rivaille replied with retorts and sarcasm, which the King
quickly dismissed or retorted back to.
He sat in front of the King. His head was spinning. Was it the wine, the
frankincense, or the whimpering boy? He saw the King smiled at him as he stood
up and took his hand. It was not the usual smile he saw in the Court. He was
sure that it was a different smile. He let himself be led toward the curtained
section.
The King unveiled the curtain, layer by layer until both of them stood in front
of the four poster bed. Rivaille saw the boy, sitting on the lap of a masked
man. Several thick ribbons held the boy’s arms, held together and raised them
above his head, and other thick ribbons held his, legs spread wide and
suspended into the air. Those ribbons were attached to the poles of the bed.
The boy was naked, saved for two things: a tool attached to his penis, meant to
prolong erection and prevent release, and a tool inserted to his orifice. The
masked man cooed the boy as his hand played with both tools.
Upon the King’s arrival, the masked man nodded but continued with what he was
doing to the boy. The boy greeted the King in between his raspy breath.
The King thanked and dismissed the masked man. Following the King’s lead,
Rivaille climbed the bed; both of them sat on opposite sides of the boy.
The King caressed the boy as he released his arms from bondage. The boy quickly
rested himself on the King’s shoulder.
“Eren, this is Lord Rivaille. He is my most trusted general. You might have
seen him before,” said the King softly to the boy. “Tonight, I want you to
serve him the way you serve me.”
Eren turned his head, looking at Rivaille-his eyes were full of tears. His hand
reached out for Rivaille. If his legs were free, he would have turned his body
toward Rivaille and kissed his cheek, but the King took his hand and drew Eren
back into his arms. Questioning, Eren looked at the King and asked, “What
pleasure can I give to you tonight, My Lord?”
The King pressed his cheek on Eren while his hand untied the bondage that held
Eren’s leg.
“My pleasure is when I am watching you serving him.”
“Do I have your consent, Eren?”
Eren kissed the King’s collarbone and said, “Aye, My Lord. I live to serve
you.”
The King kissed Eren passionately. Gently, he rested Eren on Rivaille shoulder.
The heat warmed Rivaille.
“If what is about to happen does not agree with your taste, you may leave. I
won’t hold any grudge against you.” the King whispered lovingly into Rivaille’s
ears while his fingers skillfully unbuttoning Rivaille’s clothes.
When he saw Rivaille nod, his hands caressed his face and brushed away some
loose strands. Their lips met in a deep kiss, which became more frenzied as
they gave into their love and desire.
Soon Rivaille found himself naked with Eren squeezed in between him and the
King, their soft pants and moans of pleasure filled the room with promises of
pleasure. After another kiss, the King got out of the bed and took a seat
beside the bed and began to watch.
Eren began moving his mouth down the slender neck, as Rivaille writhed beneath.
A whimpered gasp punctuated the air as teeth and a soothing tongue found a
hardening nipple, causing the older man to arch sharply with pleasure. His
slender fingers slid into the boy’s hair and clutched at the strands, urging
for more. Eren moaned softly, his head falling to the side as the mouth trailed
in a slow wet path to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the
other swollen nub.
Purring in delight at the decadent sight before him, Eren slid between
Rivaille's legs and took the dripping member into his mouth in one move.
Rivaille arched sharply, his body as tight strung as a bow as he fell over the
edge hard. He collapsed to the bed, panting harshly with his pleasure and the
tremors that still teased his body. He watched with hooded eyes as Eren licked
his lips slowly, having swallowed all that the older man had given to him with
passion.
Eren looked at Rivaille with the eyes of a playful child. He released the
length with a pop. Then, slowly he moved his tongue up and down the side of
Rivaille's arousal. He teased the tip and lapped up the pre-cum. He traced down
the sides and licked the balls. Getting impatient with Eren's playfulness,
Rivaille yanked Eren's hair and shoved himself inside, completely down to his
throat. Eren did not give any sign of protest. Instead, he began to move his
mouth in a rhythm. He only stopped when Erwin grabbed him and kissed him with
such passion. His tongue roamed furiously inside Eren's mouth, either to remove
traces of Rivaille or to taste Rivaille through Eren's mouth. The kiss was
feverish and when it finished, both were left breathless.
Rivaille saw everything. He saw when the King whispered something to Eren's ear
and helped Eren to sit on his midsection; he felt something hard and cold
peeking from Eren's orifice. He groaned as his arousal was painfully crushed
underneath Eren's bottom. Eren licked his lips and ground himself against the
general. Rivaille began to moan in need as he gazed at Eren in hunger. The
general arched up slowly, grinding his erection in delicious friction. They
kissed, frenzied and ravishing. They broke the kiss, panting heavily as desire-
darkened eyes locked.
Eren stood up, his member was erect with pre-cum dripping. As Rivaille laid
down, Eren’s figure towered over him. He guided Rivaille’s hand to caress the
tool peeking out from his orifice.
“He’s ready for you." Erwin whispered. “Remove the plug gently.”
Mesmerized, Rivaille moved himself into a seating position. He put Eren on all
four and lowered his upper body while raising his bottom. He became aware of
the smooth and shiny toy peeking out from Eren’s orifice. His fingers lingered
there.
Erwin was watching everything from beside the bed. His eyes shone with lust,
yet he kept his composure calm. He heard Eren gasp in pleasure when Rivaille
sifted the toy before pulling it out.
“Show it to me.” his order came out gentle but stern. Again, Rivaille did as
Erwin bid him to do. He exposed Eren’s orifice, -which had the shape of an “O”
with oil dripping from it.
“Now, show me his face.” he ordered Rivaille.
Gently, Rivaille shifted Eren’s body so he was facing Erwin. He was surprised
when he saw Erwin was caressing Eren with such gentleness but moved away when
the youth tried to kiss him. Instead, he pressed his cheek on Eren’s, before
resuming to his seat.
Between the gentleness and lust, Rivaille gave in. He rubbed his arousal on
Eren’s bottom, teasing the dripping hole. Eren, still in his four, pushed his
bottom toward Rivaille, grinding the arousal. His small hand sneaked and guided
the arousal into his orifice. In one stroke, it was slammed deep into Eren’s
inside. Rivaille found that Eren was ready; his passage was hot and tight. He
dug his fingers on Eren hips and began moving. Both Eren and Erwin were kept
looking at each other with each stroke. He saw Erwin came closer and kiss Eren.
There was a gleam of lust in his eyes, Erwin turned to Rivaille. Gently, he
unsheathed Rivaille's arousal from Eren. He pushed Rivaille to lie down on his
back, his arousal stood proud like a pike. Quickly, Eren positioned himself on
top of him and slowly lowered his hips down, taking Rivaille’s member inch by
inch until it disappeared inside him. His eyes were bright with excitement and
he bent down and lightly kissed Rivaille, taking his time, but Rivaille would
not let him go slowly. He set a fast and rough pace, thrusting his hips upward
to meet him just as roughly. Soon Rivaille felt himself getting ready to fall
over the edge.
Eren clenched his opening around Rivaille’s arousal, to hold him inside. It
excited him more. The room was filled with the sound of the general’s balls
slapping against Eren’s bottom. A wet and sticky sound, produced from the
frothing of oil and pre-cum oozing out from Eren’s orifice. He grabbed Eren’s
swollen member and started to stroke him in time to his thrusts. They were
about to scream out their orgasms in a primal rage, when Eren turned his head
and saw Erwin standing in his nakedness. He was pouring more oil onto his hands
and began to lubricate himself. Eren felt his inside go into spasm in
anticipation.
Erwin stood beside the bed. His muscles were rippling like the untamed sea; his
member was erect and wet from oil and precum. He began caressing Eren’s back
down to his bottom. His slick fingers pressed into the opening. Eren gasped
when one finger breached in. He gripped the sheet and relaxed when the finger
slid out. It was not long until two fingers were jabbed inside Eren. Rivaille
saw the mixture of pain and pleasure in Eren’s eyes. He put Eren’s hands around
his back. He braced himself as Eren’s orifice tightening around his arousal
when Erwin inserted three fingers inside. He put his arms around the youth,
coaxing him. His hands slid lower onto Eren’s bottom, pulling Eren’s bottom
open more for Erwin.
Eren felt a jab at his orifice twice and he felt more than pain surge through
his body as the throbbing member pushed into his orifice. It fought Rivaille’s
thick arousal for a place inside Eren and his muscles fought to keep him out.
Rivaille was bracing himself as Erwin’s member brushed against his. He held
Eren firmly as Erwin continued his steady push deeper inside. Pain spiraled out
from Eren’s bottom. He cried. His whole body trembled then collapsed into
Rivaille’s chest as he felt himself being filled. They were immobile for some
time until the three of them get used to the sensation.
Erwin caressed Eren’s back gently downward toward his hips. He whispered into
Eren’s ear, “Eren, I am going to move.”
Eren managed a nod in between his sobbing. The stretch from two arousals inside
him was so intense that it out weighted the pain. It gave him the feeling of
being stretched and being used by two men. It felt hot and filthy, but he felt
so unsatiated that he couldn’t stop.
Erwin held Eren’s hips and pulled his arousal back out, leaving only the tip
inside. Eren cried out and cried again when the entire length slipped back
inside. Erwin licked his lips as he saw his length disappear. He continued to
push against Rivaille’s arousal and into Eren’s orifice. He worked his way
deeper into Eren, pushing and spreading him open. Eren squirmed and sifted his
hips, soft whimpering sounds escaped from his mouth.
Erwin heard Eren whimpering and tried to move. But Erwin would not let him. He
continued trying to squirm to no avail. He turned his head toward Erwin.
“Please, My Lord, I want you all the way inside me.” he moaned as he pushed his
hips back against Erwin and Rivaille’s arousal trying to take more of them
inside.
Hearing Eren’s demand, Erwin and Rivaille began pumping Eren from behind and
below, with one pulling back while the other pushed in. Eren was being rocked
up and down happily trapped between the two men. His insides were being drawn
out of him and then pushed back in for so many times that he felt his orifice
was in flames.
Between the movements, the frictions of two arousals rubbing each other inside
him, and the thought of being trapped in between two handsome men, Eren felt
that he was close. But nothing would happen and there was nothing he could do.
His release depended on Erwin’s generosity. The King could put him into climax
then leave him without release. He began mumbling about his release, begging
quietly.
Erwin felt that Eren was near by the sudden tightness of his muscle and the
tone of Eren’s voice. He smirked.
”Who is your Master, Eren? Answer me!" With these words, Erwin pushed in deep,
hitting his sweet spot. At the same time, Rivaille thrusted his hip upward
feeling more of Erwin.
"Aaaahhhhhh My Lord. Please. Don’t. Do. This. Just. Give me. Release."
Erwin chuckled in his ear and once again nipped it.
"No Eren, no release until you tell me who your Master is." he shoved in again.
"You My Lord, you are my only Master. Now please, release me from my binding."
Eren cried.
Erwin kisses Eren’s nape as he said, “Hold on a little while.”
He started to pump hard into him. His kisses turned into nibbles, his fingers
squeezed Eren’s member. Eren sobbed in both pleasure and pain.
“Please My Lord, release me.” he begged.
Erwin untied the bond that bound Eren’s erection, but kept his thumb firmly
pressed on the tip. Eren screamed in desperation as he wriggled his hips.
Erwin’s fingers were firm.
“Eren, you only come when I allow you.” He said sternly.
Eren’s moaning became louder. There was no way out for him, but to obey.
Finally, Erwin's grip loosened, he moved his arms to Eren's hip. As soon as he
heard Erwin giving him permission, he released himself. It was not forceful.
Only a steady stream of pleasure, warm and sticky. The proof of his pleasure.
But there was no rest for Eren. With two arousals rubbing each other inside
while pulling and pushing his inside at the same time. His body trembled with a
surging wave of pleasure, yet he still tried to match their movements.
Just when Eren started to feel that his hips were becoming numb, he could tell
that both men were near. He felt their arousals expanding inside him. He
thought that both men were going to come at the same time. He felt Erwin’s grip
tighten as a stream of hot liquid was shot deep inside him. The force pushed
Eren down onto Rivaille, impaling himself deeper and he saw Rivaille
shuttering. He felt as if he was being shot by two forceful hot streams, almost
at the same time. He could feel the liquid seeping out from him by the forceful
shots as his orifice went into spasm.
For a long blissful moment, they stayed still as Erwin and Rivaille’s members
were still erect and dripping inside Eren. After some time, Eren began to move.
He started to push himself against Erwin and Rivaille in turn. Realizing this,
Erwin raised his eyebrow,
“Eren, do you want frothing?” Erwin asked. His tone was laced with lust.
Eren did not answer but continued to move with more vigor. Seeing this, both
older men looked at each other. They held Eren still. The youth was crying in
protest. Erwin poured more oil into Eren’s bottom. Rivaille lifted Eren upward
as Erwin started to sprinkle oil on his arousal. Then, he sheathed himself
inside Eren.
Both older men began to move in a steady pace. They filled and emptied Eren’s
inside at the same time. Eren cried as they pulled themselves out and cried
even more as they sheathed themselves in. Together, they increased their
rhythm, frothing the mixture of oil, their cum and Eren’s juice. Their pants
and moans filled the room as the mixture started to foam, seep out and drip
onto the bed. Both men pulled out and Eren fell into Rivaille’s chest. His body
was through the spasm of the aftermath. Rivaille put his arms around him and
whispered endearments into his ear. The froth was still dripping onto Rivaille
midsection and down to the bed. Erwin inserted two finger into Eren's orifice
to take the juice and pushed it into Eren’s mouth.
“Are you satisfied, now?” he asked.
Eren sucked the fingers with gratitude as he looked at Erwin with his starry
eyes. Erwin bent down and kissed him tenderly. Gently, he lay on the bed beside
both Eren and Rivaille. His arm encircled both of them into a warm embrace.
Eren slept nested in between the King and the young lord. Both had their arms
thrown around his waist.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Done with some grammar corrections. Thank you for dokiis for doing
     beta read. I really appreciate it.
***** The Night of Floating Dreams 2 *****
With the King’s keys kept in his breast pocket, Rivaille travelled through the
maze of the Palace’s secret passage with ease. He carried the mental map
imprinted in his childhood memory, he could find his way even with his eyes
blindfolded. 
He entered a secret door, leading to the King’s bedroom. Only a very few knew
the existence of this door. His eyes scanned the dimly lit room. He saw the
locked front door and the heavily curtained King’s bed. He felt the chill of
the wind, and his attention drifted toward the open window. A sofa was placed
near the opened window. He saw the sleeping boy there. He walked toward the
window, his footsteps were as light as feather, and closed it. 
Then, his attention was drawn to the boy, sleeping peacefully in a nearby sofa.
His body position seemed awkward, yet the boy showed no sign of discomfort. He
knelt next to the sleeping boy.
He whispered the boy’s name and saw him opened his eyes, the two mesmerising
green orbs. He saw Eren smiled toward him.
“Lord Rivaille. I had a dream about you.” the boy whispered, “A dream about how
we met.”
“Was the dream pleasant?” Rivaille asked him.
Eren shyly chuckled, “Yes.” he answered softly “Very pleasant.”
Eren’s voice rang like a siren, luring his desire. Rivaille inhaled deeply,
suppressing his carnal needs. 
“The King sent me. He wanted me to send you to bed.” Rivaille said.
“When will he visit me?” Eren asked back.
“The meeting would be adjourned just before sunrise. He will come directly from
his office."
Eren let out a desperate sigh. He jerked his body into seating position, both
the rod  and the plug to shift roughly inside him. He moaned. He leaned his
body toward Rivaille. The latter extended  his arms to catch the boy and put
his body back into seating position. He opened his palm and showed him the
key. Eren eyes widened. 
“He gave you the keys.” he said gleefully.
“Yes.” Rivaille answered, “But only to do what are necessary.”
“Because only the King can give you pleasure.” He added.
Eren leaned back, trusting his lower body to Rivaille’s hand. The young lord
untied the lacing of Eren’s robe, exposing his restrained groin. Gently he
remove the chastity belt, he heard Eren breath in relief. He spread his legs,
stretching and enjoying his freedom. With Eren’s legs spread wide, Rivaille saw
the metal rod peeking from the tip of the penis and the plug peeking from the
orifice. 
He was dazed by the sight. His palm lightly brushed Eren groin, feeling the
heat emitting from both holes. 
“He orders you to wear these instruments?” he asked.
“My passage is too narrow. The instrument is meant to widen and make me ready
for him.” Eren answered.
“And, how about this one?” Rivaille asked as he touched the rod on the tip of
Eren’s penis. He heard Eren moaned. The voice was so sweet in his ears. 
“It’s to prolong pleasure.” Eren whispered hoarsely. 
Rivaille watched the tip of the rod and the length disappear into Eren’s
member. His mind was making hundreds stories of pleasure. As if able to read
the young lord’s deepest desire, Eren took Rivaille’s hand and put it on the
tip of the rod. Carefully, he guided the fingers to manoeuvre the rod; pulling
it upward and let it slid downward, carefully massaging Eren’s prostate. Eren
moaned softly.
Bewitched, Rivaille followed Eren’s lead until he was confident enough to move
the rod on his own. Eren threw his arms and held on the headboard of the sofa
with his legs spread wide, as if waiting for more exitement. His juice started
to seep from the top of his member. He felt he was close. 
“My Lord, I’m going to come.” Eren whispered.
Those words woke up Rivaille from the dream state. He stopped abruptly. He saw
Eren, sweating and panting. He quickly remove the rod and dropped on the floor.
Eren yelped at the suddenness. 
“Eren, we can’t do this.” Rivaille said with regret in his words. “You belong
to the King. I’m here by His order only to do what are necessary. Now, I need
to remove the plug.”
Eren sighed in disappointment. He rested his head on the back of the sofa and
slightly pushed his hips toward Rivaille. The tip of the plug was slightly
visible. Teasingly, Eren worked his inner muscle, sucking the plug inside when
the young lord was about to remove it.
“I can’t remove it. You need to push it out.” he said to Eren. 
Eren worked his inner muscles, trying to expel the plug. It was half outside
when Rivaille pulled its entire length out from Eren’s body. Eren moaned at the
sudden emptiness on his inside. He laid on the sofa with his member stood
needing for release. 
“Do you like me, even just a little bit?” Eren asked as he look at Rivaille.
“I do,” he said as he cupped his cheek, “But you belong to the King.” he sighed
heavily. 
He didn’t say anything. His cheeks blushed in his palms. His eyes were gazing,
trying to measure the distance of their hearts. 
“What should I do, my lord?” his voice was soft, almost pleading. 
At those words, he realised how big the years in between them. The boy was so
young hence he was so honest with his feelings. The boy opened up, without fear
of pain and disappointment. All he wanted was love, as much as he had loved. 
He sighed heavily. “Are you aware what happened once the King found out?”
He shook his head. “I never think of that because both of us know how to keep
secrets.” 
“Can you leave the King, Eren?” Rivaille asked.
Eren chuckled at the question, “You can’t even leave him, My lord.”
Rivaille drew Eren to his chest. He took out his handkerchief and warp it on
Eren’s member. Skillfuly, he started massaging it, milking the boy. His touch
was gentle and unhurried and he knew where to touch. Soon, Eren came into the
piece of fabric. Rivaille quickly removed it. 
Eren was meant to kiss Rivaille cheek but the young lord gave him his lips
instead. Their kiss was sweet and slow that when they finished, the affection
still lingered. 
“Is it wrong to love you, My lord?” Eren asked.
Rivaille caressed the boy’s hair. “No,” he answered, “But, it’s wrong to take
somebody’s else belonging.”
Eren sighed as he warped his arms on Rivaille’s neck. 
Rivaille warped his arms around Eren’s body and said, “I’ll have to wipe your
body and dress you to bed.” 
“Why are you in hurry?” Eren asked as he brushed his lips on Rivaille’s cheek.
Rivaille kissed the boy and breathed the boy’s hair. 
“Because the King is counting the time until I come back to his office.”
Rivaille answered, “He’ll be suspicious if I stayed to long.”
“I wished I had more time with you.” Eren said as Rivaille began wiping his
body and sprinkled him with perfume. He put a clean silk robe on Eren’s body. 
Gingerly, Eren climbed to bed. He lie on his back, eyes on Rivaille, waiting
for answers. 
“I’ll find the way.” Rivaille answered. 
 
 
 
***** Of What Was Lost But Never Forgotten *****
When Rivaille returned, he found that almost everyone had gone. The King was
preparing to leave. The young lord braced himself and walked toward the King.
The latter saw him- waiting, with questions on his face.
"He's more spoiled than the Prince I used to know." said Rivaille as he put the
keys on the King's palm. 
Hearing that, the King's expression softened. Roses of faint pink bloomed on
his cheeks. He dropped all formalities. 
"How many spoiled Prince you used to know?" the King bemused.
"Only one." the young lord answered. "He's not a prince anymore."
"Would you prefer if that Prince to remain a prince?" the King walked closer
toward Rivaille until both of them could feel each other's breath.
"If he had had remained a prince, he would have been dead." Rivaille answered,
"What good it would be for me.”
The King casted loving glance toward Rivaille. He lifted his hand to touch the
young lord but he felt unsure and it stopped mid-air.
“Erwin…” Rivaille whispered. His voice was barely audible but it rang loud and
clear for Erwin. Once in many months, the King sincerely smiled. He crouched
down and found Rivaille tiptoed; they kissed tenderly, like once was before,
when both were young.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Erwin finished bathing. It was only a few hours before the dawn. His aides were
sprinkling spice oil and draping night robe on his body. After they finished,
he dismissed them. They quietly, walked out the room and closed the door.
Erwin walked toward the heavily curtained bed, quite interesting that a man as
big as him could walk quietly. There was no rush in his demeanour, only steady
and confident stalk. He stood beside the outmost layer. Slowly, he undo the
lacing of his robe, it fell to the floor with a soft silky rustle. 
Erwin stood, unmoved. His skin to the night air. The aroma of frankincense
lapped his skin, creating a exotic perfume all over his body. With one hand, he
unveiled the curtain layer by layer until he stood beside a four poster bed. 
On the middle of the bed, he saw, a brunette head peeking from the cover. He
appeared to be in a peaceful slumber. His gaze softened. A faint smile formed
on his face. Unhurriedly, he climbed into the bed, and slipped inside the
cover. There was a faint murmur from the brunette then he was back to sleep. 
Erwin embraced the boy from behind, pressing their bodies together, and kissed
his shoulder, more sleepy murmur from the boy. Erwin chuckled. His hands
slithered further passed the boy’s inner thigh toward the orifice. He inserted
the tip of his finger and withdrew when it found what he was looking for. His
fingers continued roaming until they found the boy’s groin, searching for
something. As if they had eyes, they were examining the opening of the boy’s
member, and found it that it slightly dilated. He smiled for he knew that
Rivaille had done what he expected to be done. Lazily, cupped the boy’s balls
and sleeping member. Satisfied with what he had found, he slowly drifting into
sleep. 
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Eren was awakened by the warmth on his shoulder and the lazy grip on his groin.
He wriggled his hips and realised that the King was so deep in his sleep that
he did not stir. A flash of naughty glance appeared on his eyes.  
His young hands slithered on the King’s body, and found the King’s sleeping
member. Carefully, he put them in between his legs, clamping it tightly with
his inner thighs. He brushed the tip and rub it with his own member. He moaned
softly at the sensation. 
Holding on the King’s muscular arms, Eren started moving his hips, forward and
backward, squeezing the sleeping member, waking it up. He felt it started to
enlarge, and caressing his own arousal. Eren gripped both arousals tightly on
his palm, milking them together as he jerked his hip into a steady rhythm. 
The sensation was too much. He started moaning unrestrainedly. The mixture of
their pre-cum and their sweat were dripping to the sheet. He felt he was near.
His body was screaming in need and his mind was feeding him with images he
wanted to try. 
He pulled away, unsheathing the wet and slippery member from his thigh. He
closed his eyes. His hand caressing the King’s arousal while the other hand was
touching his orifice, dilating it to prepare himself. It was not too difficult,
for he had wasted the half day waiting for the King with a plug to enlarge his
opening. 
Carefully, he guided the arousal to his bottom. The tip slightly brushed the
opening, sending hot gush of wet stickiness to his hole. He had taken a deep
breath before guiding the tip into his inside, in single movement, he sheathed
half of the arousal inside him. He moved his hand to his bottom, touching the
point where the King’s member entered his orifice.
Eren moaned. Although he was ready, the heat and the size still burned his
inside. It was too much for him. He was laying there, unmoved, with a large
arousal trembling inside him. When he felt that his body was ready, he started
to move. 
But, the next thing he realised was the arms around him began to tightened. He
turned his head and saw that the King was fully awaked. Chill spread through
his body. He started to tremble. His fear was mounting as he heard the King’s
voice.
“Are you using my body to pleasure yourselves, again?”
Eren's answer was in a form of loud moan as the King jerked his hips forward
and put his arousal completely inside Eren.
“Answer me!” he ordered as he pulled out entirely. Eren gasped at the sudden
emptiness inside him. He could felt cool air rushing into his inside. He missed
the felling of being stretched and filled.
“Forgive me, My Lord!” Eren begged as he pushed his hips toward the King. But
the King stopped him by holding his bottom.
“You know it’s wrong yet you still seek the pleasure?!” the King said as he
spread Eren bottom, fingering his gaping orifice.
“Mercy, My Lord. It has been more than two weeks. My heart was longing for
you.” Eren begged as he tried to wriggle his bottom free but the King kept a
firm grasp. 
“You took advantage of me when I was sleeping.” Erwin said as he reached for
the thin fabric hanging closer to him. Eren moaned. His gut clenched in
anticipation. Quickly, he tied Eren spread eagle with his bottom slightly
suspended in the air. He also tied Eren’s torso, keeping his body still, but
left Eren’s member stood proud and needing. 
“Mercy, my Lord. I meant only to serve you.” 
“You must be punished.” Erwin sternly said as he reached for a wooden box.
Upon seeing what stored in the box, Eren’s eyes got really big,his body tensed
and went rigid. Inside, on a deep purple velvet surrounded by purple silks,
there were four silver rods of different size and length, long thin phalluses.
The shortest of the four, was thin and without any ornament. The second one was
almost as long as the first one only it was a small bulb at the tips. The third
rod was longer than the first two and slightly thicker. It had bulbs neatly
arranged from the tip to the end. The last one was the longest and thickest
with bigger bulbs, evenly arranged from the tip to the end.
Erwin took the shortest rod out of the box and held it in front Eren. 
“Pay attention, Eren. This are the instruments of discipline. You have noticed
that I order you to have  this rod inserted into your urethra. Do you remember
how does it feel?”
Eren gulped. He remembered what had happened earlier in the sofa. How could he
forget such pleasure. But, it was secret. Lord Rivaille’s and his secret. He
moaned at the memory. 
"I want you to understand. I don't want you to seek your own pleasure again.”
the King said in a low hoarse voice, “Your utter understanding of who is in
charge here.”
Eren wriggled vainly in his bondage. He remembered the feelings when one rod
slide inside him. How it stretched him. He imagined the four rods would be
inserted inside him at the same time. He felt his member throbbing in
excitement as a small glob of liquid seeped out.
"Please . . . My Lord…”
"Hold still. Hold perfectly still. But not rigid. It will be much easier if you
are relaxed. But very still. Very, very still."

Eren was whimpering again and Erwin could feel him breathing though he was
holding so still.Erwin had taken one of the shortest and thinnest rod out of
the box and was holding it in front of Eren’s eyes. He ran the rod on Eren'
groin and found a youthful excitement. Secretly, he enjoyed the boy’s gaze, a
mixture of excitement, fear, and lust.

"Breath," the King commanded. "Don't hold your breath. You won't be able to do
so. We will be at this for a while."

Eren whimpered as Erwin ran the tip of the rod down to Eren's belly, toward his
crotch. He cupped Eren's cock in the other hand, holding it at an angle jutting
up from Eren's belly.
Eren continued to pant and moan. He began sobbing for mercy as soon as the King
manuevered the rod to the tip of Eren’s member and began to carefully insert
it, sounding the boy's urethra in the most intimate and dominating way. After
running the rod into the urethra channel nearly three inches, he began to
slowly push it in and out.
Eren was moaning shamelessly loud, and gurgling sounds were coming up from deep
inside him and he was holding very still but trembling and gasping and noisily
taking in huge breaths of air.
"Who's your Master, Eren?”, the King asked in a low tone.
“You… You are, my lord.”, answered Eren in a raspy voice.
"And when I forbid you to do something, what will you do?” the King asked
further as he twisted the rod, probing Eren’s urethra channel.
“Please, my lord.. I'm going to come…” Eren begged. 
"No, you're not going to come, Eren! I will tell you when you can come.”
Erwin slowly extracted the rod and laid it back in the case and picked another
one of a larger size, and, ignoring Eren's pleas, began sounding the boy
urethra with it in the same manner as he had done with the thinner rod.
“Will you follow my order, Eren?” 
“Yes my lord… I’ll… I’ll… do… your…bidding…”
The King reached up with his index and middle finger and pushed it between
Eren's lips. 
"Suck these," he commanded. Eren took the fingers into his mouth and gave it
suck. The King moved his fingers;pushing them in and out and curled them upward
and twisting them inside Eren’s mouth. 
“My body is my own. You can’t use it for your pleasure.”
Eren muffled in obedience. 
“When you see me sleeping next to you, you shall let me be. Though you are in
need, you shall wait  until I’m ready to give you. Only I can give you
pleasure. Do you understand?” the King ordered as he removed his fingers out of
Eren’s mouth. 
“Yes…Yes… my lord… Please… I… can’t… hold…any… longer”
"Yes, you may come now.” the King said as he pulled the rod out of Eren’s
member. The boy’s member burbled up in white fluid as he came.
Eren was panting hard and Erwin saw him relaxing and collapsing on his
binding. 
But this was not over yet. The King reached over and exchanged the rod for a
larger-sized one.
Eren cried out in lust and frustration, realising now that the ordeal was not
over and afraid of himself as he knew down deep he didn't want it to be over.
He was reduced to soft whimpering and shallow pants as the King moved through
the same process again. He felt the same sensation is building again inside
him. He badly wanted to jerk his body but the binding held him completely
still. He saw the King removed the rod and ready to replace it with the fourth
one, the longest and thickest, with big bulbs on its length. Eren moaned as the
king inserted the last rod, feeling himself stretched. Eren came when the
length was pulled out, but only to feel the rod pushed back inside. The King
continued until he felt there was no resistance in Eren at all anymore.

"I think we've made our point now," the King said at length.

“Yes.. my lord..,” Eren murmured. 
“I'm going to unbind you now.” 
The King could not help not to caress the boy; how could him, especially when
he saw Eren, sprawled in his bed, so helpless and needy. He let the hands free,
then the legs, and the rest of the boy’s body. They boy was still in spasm of
the the aftershock. He waited until Eren abled to collect himself. 
He saw Eren’s eyes shone as his hand reaching for Erwin. 
“You haven’t come, my lord.” he murmured.
Erwin was about to lay next to him when he heard the sound of footsteps
entering his chamber. He froze. Quickly, he pull the blanket over Eren’s head,
trying to hide him. His senses were alert and his body was taunt, ready to
strike.
Then, he relaxed but still keep Eren hidden under the blanket. 
He shouted in authority voice, “It’s too early for a morning audition, Nile!”
***** Deviant Lovers *****
It was a night of late autumn. The night wind was cooler than previous days.
Nile stood in the reception room, the outermost room that adjoined to the
King’s bedchamber. He could not see through the dim light emitting from the
bedchamber. He did not bother to take a seat, as the King’s groom offered him.
He snorted in annoyance, unimpressed that the King could recognise him without
actually seeing him. He cleared his throat.
“Your Highness, there are matters of great importance. It cannot wait.” he
argued.
He heard fabric rustling. From where he stood, he could not see whether the
King was alone or with somebody else. But he could guess that the King was not
alone. He was getting impatient.
“I seek your permission, Your Highness.”
“Speak up.” the King answered.
Nile took a deep breath.
“It came to my knowledge that you have signed my marriage warrant. Is the news
right?”
“Yes.” said the King, “I signed the letter last night.”
“May I know the reason behind such decision, Your Highness?”
“It has been four years and the Council passed their assent.”
Nile snorted. He heard more fabric rustling. He felt displeased, almost
angry;He was not sure of the reasons, but he was sure it had to do with the
King’s bed companion. He felt anger building up in his chest.
“I believe you are being unfair, Your Highness.” Nile paused before he
continued, “You never signed Rivaille’s marriage warrant. And, you always
sabotage the Council whenever they brought up the subject of your marriage. It
is rather hypocritical for you to sign my letter.”
There was silence in room. The King did not respond from such slander. Nile
took this opportunity to continue.
“Your Highness, it is my duty to warn you. Your hanky panky with that port city
whore is not good for your reputation. Everybody knows that you are supposed to
marry Archduchess Mechtildis. You should not test her patience further-her
family has been our closest ally. She has been waiting for your assent. That
port city whore has no value. You should remove him and marry the archduchess.”
Nile stopped to take a breath. At that moment, he realised that the King was
standing in front of him. He saw how the King wore his robe so loose that his
neck and a part of his chest was exposed. Nile inhaled deeply and found the
scent around in the room perplexing. His tongue tied. He saw the King walking
closer toward him. The King stopped when they were about an arm length
distance. He heard the King spoke. His voice was calm but stern, as if marking
his territory.
“I greatly appreciate your love and devotion to my sister. You have given her
all. I believe, though her live was cut short, she has experienced love and
happiness. For all of these, I sincerely thank you. The letter is open ended.
You may chose the time of your marriage. I will not rush you into one or send
you off without your consent. You can keep my promise. Does this suit you.”
Nile found himself muttering an agreement before the King continued, “Same with
Rivaille, I cannot married him off without his consent. Until he gave one, I
would never sign his marriage warrant.”
The King paused. Nile could hear him inhale deeply, as to suppress emotions.
“As for Eren, he was given to me. As long as I live, he stays here. I already
signed the Archduchess’ marriage warrant. She is free to marry anyone who
consents. Do you understand?”
Nile could only muffled a word of agreement.”
“You are dismissed.” said the King.
***** Eren: The Tribute from a Port Town *****
Eren heard the conversation between the King and his adviser. Though, he was
aware that most nobles disliked him, hearing one talked hurt his heart. Slowly,
he gathered himself and walked toward the bathroom, unattended. He began to
clean his body. When there was nothing to clean, he sat motionless in the empty
bathtub. He remembered how he came to this Kingdom.
Eren was a tribute, offered by a prince of a port town, as an exchange for
peace and other trade benefits. He had arrived in a carriage, together with
piles of gold, carmine, ivory, and other gemstone. Eren was so dolled up, a lot
of people mistaken him for a bride. Later on, the prince sorted out this
misunderstanding. To the King, he described what Eren was for and added that
although he was a pure virgin, he was quite adept in ways of love.
Upon hearing it, the King was disgusted and decided to return Eren back to the
Prince. However, Eren begged the King to take him to his Kingdom, for so many
dreads would be placed upon him if he was rejected. The King was moved and he
granted Eren’s wish.
However, Eren made the King’s household was unsettled. The only tie he had been
the King, and as long as the King allowed him to stay, he would remain in the
Kingdom. Eren had a status of a pleasure slave but the slavery had been
abolished. He could not be a servant since he never received any proper
training to be one. To make the matter worse, Eren was a foreign-born person.
He had no citizenship, yet he was not a slave. No one could be sure where Eren
should stay. Since he was not a citizen, he could not own property but he could
not afford to rent one.
He was placed under the supervision of Lord Chamberlain, who was responsible
for the running of the King’s household. He was about to be trained to be groom
when one day, the Lord, heard that the King had given permit to renovate an
abandoned quarter. He wanted it to be a place an entertainment place for
servants. Once it was finished, it would fall under Lord Chamberlain’s
responsibility to regulate its uses.
He had an idea to held a taboo, an unusual performance, in the newly renovated
quarter and he ordered Eren to be a performer, an order that only the King
could reverse. Unluckily, the King did not say anything.
Every night, the audience could see how he was teased by multiple masked
figures at once until he was closed to his climax but never allowed for
release, - they had used fabrics and soft leather to hold his body and toys to
tease him. They had enjoyed his moans and desperate cry for release. No one
dare to give him any release, nor even just to touch him. For everyone knew
that he was the King’s property, only the King could give him release and his
pleasure only came from the King. No one could save him from this desperate
situation, but the King.
He was held under the mercy of the Lord for almost a year. Until on a heated
summer night, in the midst of Eren's whimpering and guests murmuring, the King
appeared at the Quarter. He released Eren from the bondage. Since that day on,
Eren lived within the King’s quarter and shared the King’s bed. Though, he was
free from the dreaded activity, his dreams often brought him back to the nights
where his body was at the mercy for other’s entertainment.
 
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Eren reached for a towel to dry his body. He felt the sting of the mid autumn’s
cold. He started shivering but he did not want to return to the chamber. He sat
in the bathroom, warped in towel. He looked at the door and sighed. The King
was still outside, probably talking to his adviser.
He was aware that he had stayed with the King for more than two years. The King
gave no sign that he was bored with Eren’s presence. Quite the contrary, he was
getting more and more comfortable with Eren. But, the nobles were less
accepting.
It was widely acceptable that some noble families kept a form of pleasure help,
called delicata. It was considered to be amoral but the society tolerated it
only if delicatas were kept for only a short period, for less than a year,
unlike what the King had done.
Consequently, Eren became the target of other nobles’ resentment and hatred. He
could not walk outside the Quarter alone without others started chasing and
throwing rocks at him. There was no ale house could let him in without being
rummaged by a noble’s order. So, Eren stayed cloistered within the walls or
only went out when accompanied by the King or Lord Rivaille.
As fear crept in, Eren hugged his knees. He feared that one day the King would
remove him, put him in a port brothel, where he would be locked in room-unable
to meet anyone but the customers. He would be kept away from the one he loved.
He became aware that it was more than the fear for the lost of royal comfort,
but losing something more dear.
He sat for a quite long time. He would not have made any movement if he had not
had felt the King draping his robe from behind, drawing him close into the
strong arms, gently, the King caressed Eren’s hair. Slowly, his heart began to
mend.
He turned his head and said, “My lord… Was the audition over, yet?”
“Yes.” whispered the King as pressed his cheek on Erens.
Eren’s lips trembled. He was scared but he wanted to know more.
“Have I displeased you, My Lord?”
He felt the King breathed on his hair and softly mumbled, “No. Not at all.”
Eren took a deep breath and gathered his strength.
“But, Lord Nile…”
“He was upset because he can’t let go. It has nothing to do with you!” the King
sharply cut him short.
“But, My Lord, how about the marriage? Your marriage?”
Eren let out a soft yelp. The King’s arms were tightening around his body. Eren
wriggled, trying to free himself.
“No more talk about marriage, Eren. Let me have peace when I’m here with you.”
Eren again trying in vain to wriggle his body out from the King’s embrace. The
arms were tight and the voice was stern but, slowly he realized, the warmth of
the King’s body and the sincerity of his tone. Eren braved himself.
“Is that true that as long as I remained here, you can’t get married?” Eren
asked.
He felt the King’s loosened his grip and slowly the hands roamed on his body.
The hands that seemed it had eyes and understanding on Eren’s body, slowly
manipulating his curiosity into pleasure. Eren squirmed at the touch, his eyes
were heavily lidded, soft moans escaped from his lips.
He heard the King chuckled and said, “I want you to stay here, Eren.”
There was a pang of sadness in the King’s voice. Eren felt a strange vibration
in his heart. He took the King’s left arm and kissed the ring finger, a pledge
of fidelity.
The King turned Eren’s body so that they were facing each other.
“I have a present for you.” The King said, “But I’ll have you take you
outside.”
With that, the King put Eren on his robe, so quickly the youth did not have
chance to say anything. Then, the King carried him, passed the bedchamber’s
door, the inner garden toward the stable. His steps were unhurried and
confident. In his arms, Eren was clinging on his neck.
On the stable, the King talked to one of the keeper, who kept his eyes downward
while talking to the King. When the keeper left, Eren asked, “Are you going to
give me a pony, my lord?”
The King chuckled, "You deserve better."
The keeper came back with a breed of royal steed and handed it to the King.
When Eren tried to reach of the horse, he realized that it was one of the royal
war horse. He looked at the King with questions in his eyes.
“A young horse. He doesn’t have a name, yet.” the King answered.
“But my lord, this is one of the royal steed.”
Ignoring Eren’s question, the King asked, “Do you know how to ride?”
“Yes, My Lord. I used to ride before, when I lived in the mountains. It was
before I was kidnapped and sold as a slave.”
“I was not born as a slave, My Lord.” Eren added.
The King raised his eyebrow. “Do you still remember where you used to live?”
“Up in the north from the port town. It was about a week journey.” Eren said.
The King was about to say something when he realised the Lord Rivaille was
standing closed to him. Eren wriggled free from the grip.
“You should ride it.” the King said.
Eren mounted the horse with ease. He set the horse into gallop.
Lord Rivaille sighed noisily.
“Another present? When are you going to stop spoiling him.” he said, “It will
be difficult to discipline him.”
“The King chuckled, “Can you help it when you see his eyes, looking at you as
if you are the only thing in the world?”
Lord Rivaille snorted, “He needs discipline and you’re a bad example!”
“I entrust him into your hand.”, the King paused, “Just, don’t break him.”
***** One Rainy Afternoon *****
Other than Rivaille, Eren was another person who knew about the Palace’s secret
passage. It started from the King’s quarter extended to the courtroom, the
King’s Office, and the Princess Quarter. From the Princess’ Quarter, the
passage continued right to north. Eren never venture further, but he suspected
that it probably stretched to outside the Gate.
Just like Rivaille, Eren memorized the route quite well, he could travel
underground without light and still reached his destination.
Beside the secret passage, Eren also memorized the King’s schedule. He could
predict exactly where the King would be on a certain time. He knew, this
morning that the King would be at the port and he would not be back until
sunset.
Eren went to the study room and told his grooms that he wished to be left alone
with his study until the King arrived. He bolted the door.
He walked on the row of bookshelf and stopped when he reached on the 31st row.
He knelt down in front of a locked cabinet, unlocked it and saw a secret door
sprang open. He walked into the dark passage and pulled a lever to close the
door. From there, Eren knew where he was going to.
Sir Rivaille’s room was located in the outermost west side of the King’s
compound, the furthest away from other noble persons’ office of the King’s
court.
It was rumored that other nobles dislike and feared him for he was the Lord of
Ovuld, one of the busiest and richest port town in the Kingdom. He had a
heavily fortified castle, which caused outraged in the Capital because there
was no element of the Kingdom’s mainstream culture present within the castle.
Yet, despite the raging hatred, he earned an office within the King’s compound,
a place of the elites.
Eren crawled from the dark tunnel into the bright room.
Eren saw Rivaille, sitting behind his working desk. He smiled, his heart was
elated. He walked quietly, as light as feathers, toward Rivaille. When he was
closed enough, he put his arms around Rivaille’s shoulder.
“Eren…” He heard the young lord murmured. He crouched down and brushed their
cheeks together. Rivaille reached out for Eren, gently the pulled the boy
toward his shoulder. Eren, gleefully swung himself to Rivaille’s lap. He
chuckled as he nuzzled his nose on Rivaille’s neck. Rivaille acted as there was
nothing significant. His face was calm, almost emotionless, but his gaze was
soft and his gesture was yielding.
Eren leaned over and kissed him. He kissed back passionately, and warped his
hands around Eren’s body. Eren’s hands were sliding over Rivaille’s body from
chest to his bottom.
“Did you lock the door, My Lord?” Even asked playfully.
“I did.” Rivaille answered. His fingers roamed around Eren’s crotch. “How about
you? Have you been locked?”
“I believe you’ve got the key with you.” Eren purred with delight. He quickly
undressed the young lord. A rustling sound of a fabric fell into the floor-
a click of metal from the belt buckle and followed with a clang as it hit the
floor. Small fingers skilfully unlaced the breech and found the treasure
inside. Eren gave Sir Rivaille a mischievous grin.
“Eren.” Sir Rivaille gasped as he saw Eren slid to the floor and, on one
effortless strike, removed his breech. He was naked in front of the King’s
delicata.
Still standing on his knees, Eren kissed Sir Rivaille’s inner thigh. Then, he
looked up, right into the Sir Rivaille’s eyes.
After the awkward silence, he finally managed to ask, “Did you mind me doing it
for you, My Lord?”
Sir Rivaille managed a “Tsk!” and turned his head to the other way.
This reaction turned Eren into a gleeful mood. He began caressing Rivaille’s
lower body. His fingers encircled the young lord’s manhood, it was almost fully
tumescent but still a little soft.
Slowly, he proceeded to bury his lower face in Rivaille’s scrotum. Rivaille
could feel Eren’s hot breath as he inhaled and began to lick and suck. Eren's
soft moaning also caused a stimulating vibration. The boy almost was as hungry
as him.
He watched from above as his warm lips traveled up the side of the thick, long
shaft, sucking and licking as they did. Seductively, Eren inserted his tongue
into the space between my foreskin and the glans of the young lord’s cock. The
young lord moaned in pleasant surprise.
“Eren! What are you doing?”
Eren pulled out suddenly. He looked puzzled.
“You don’t like it, My Lord?” he asked. Then, he saw the young lord blushed. A
sly smile appeared. He rubbed the manhood on his cheek, teasingly.
Rivaille turned his head to the other way as warm blood rose on his cheeks.
Eren smiled slyly. He continued to move. With his tongue, he pushed back the
foreskin further and then stretched it with his lips as his mouth descended
down in its length. It was his passion for it that made all the difference.
Eren's mouth was so wet and warm and only seemed to get more so the longer he
nursed between my legs. The suction he applied was strong but carefully
measured. The young lord watched his member appeared and disappeared as Eren
bobbed on it, bathed in soft lamplight. Their mutual panting, whimpers and
moans were blending together with the sound of the rain, creating an intimate
nuance.
Sir Rivaille threw his gaze toward the window. Sweat were dripping from his
body, like the rain. As he looked down at Eren, he saw Eren’s lips stretched
around the shaft. His expression was a mixture between lust and devotion.
“Look up at me, Eren,” Sir Rivaille commanded.
He did, adoringly. Sir Rivaille loved the sight of his soft eyes, glazed with a
mixture of lust, hunger, and adore.
“I am going to give you my essence and you will drink it down like a good boy.
Won't you?”
He nodded his head but did not cease his worship.
A minute later, jets white lava gushed forth and filled his mouth. Copying a
practice he learned, he savored the taste, opened his mouth and showed me. With
a smile, he closed his mouth and visibly swallowed and showed me his gullet
again, now empty.
Sir Rivaille smiled back, and then noticed a large wet spot in Eren’s crotch.
He reached for Eren, the later stood up and sat down on his lap. Their faces
were only a breath way. Their breathing was ragged from the aftershock. They
looked into each other’s eyes. Their lips brushed but never kissed. Rivaille's
hand reached for Eren, caressing his cheek.
They stayed for a moment that felt like a lifetime.
A knock at the door sent chills into their spine. Tenderly, the young lord put
his arms around Eren. His muscles relaxed a bit when Petra’s voice was heard
through the door, “Sir, the King is on his way here.”
Eren’s gulped. He looked at the young lord with panic in his eyes. Sir Rivaille
quickly wiped Eren’s face from the remaining semen. Calmly, he helped the youth
the stand up and let him to the secret door.
Just before Eren disappeared, he said, “Eren, listen to me.” the young lord
said, “Your survival depends on the King’s favor. Losing it and you’ll find
yourself at the mercy of those snobby pigs. They won’t be merciful to you.
They’ll put you away from me and have you tortured then hung to death.”
“Now, return to your room and dip into the cold pool. Make sure he doesn’t
suspect anything!”
“Do you understand, spoiled brat?!”
“Now, GO!”
With that, Eren sprinted into the hidden passage. Quickly, Sir Rivaille closed
it and covered it with tapestry.
Then, he turned around and said, “Let the King enter.”
***** The King is Generous *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The King entered Sir Rivaille's chamber. He noticed that Sir Rivaille was fully
naked but showed no reaction to it. He seated himself casually, like he was
with somebody he knew very well. His expression was relaxed, too relaxed,
almost childlike. This apparently irritated, the young lord.
“Are you here to stare at me like somebody waiting for his shit to come out,
Erwin?” he blurted out.
The King chuckled. He shook his head and looked outside through the window.
“Do you remember when we both were children, we used to swim naked at our
secret pond?” the King mused.
“That was one of your perverted scheme.” Lord Rivaille replied.
“We were so innocent at that time. All we want was to play in the water.” the
King said. “We used to shared secrets and trust bind us.”
“We used to.” Sir Rivaille stressed. 
“But now, you listened more to that fat boisterous woman.”
“That fat boisterous woman is Archduchess Belezar;our most loyal ally and she
is getting married.” the King replied, enjoying the moment that he was able to
irritate the young lord.
Lord Rivaille snorted, “Who's that unlucky fellow?”
The King licked his lips, trying to suppress his amusing laugh.
“Nile” he answered.
“That goat face?! You've signed her up with that Goat Face?!”
“She gleefully agrees.”
Lord Rivaille started pouring tea into two cups and handed one to the King.
“She agrees because the marriage will increase her wealth substantially.” he
said.
The King sipped his tea and said, "The marriage is good for her because it will
stop those Clerics from harassing her.”
Lord Rivaille put his cup on the table. “Tell me honestly, Erwin. You know I
never enjoy your game of words”
The King put his cup on the table. Then, he looked at Lord Rivaille in the
eyes.
“There will be a grand wedding and I have to be there. I need you to protect
Eren in my absence. I want you to take him to Ovuld and remain there for
fourteen days.”
“Is that your order?”
“Yes. I want you to ride to Ovuld. Eren rides very well. I won't be a trouble
for him.”
The young lord sighed, “Then, it shall be done.”
Chapter End Notes
     Wow, we're in chapter 10 already. I must say that I didn't plan this.
     I was writing chapter 2 of Draft #290815 but I got distracted. So,
     chapter 10 came up first.
     There are a lot changes I made on the last draft. Such as,
     originally, the conversation between Erwin and Levi was carried out
     with a fully clothed Levi and their conversations were loaded with
     sexual innuendos. But, at the last minutes, I decided that it would
     be fully clothed Erwin and naked Levi talking casually as if the
     naked Levi was something "normal".
***** The Adornment of The Lustrous Garden *****
Chapter Summary
     On the event of the Archduchess' wedding, the King ordered Sir
     Rivaille to take Eren to Dorseth in order to protect him from
     hostility. They departed before dawn and rode as fast as they could
     toward the dreaded pass of the Wall. With the help of Sir Rivaille
     and his soldiers, Eren made it safe to Dorseth.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ovuld, the busiest port city and the largest salt mining industry, was located
in the Sina Peninsula in the east of the Capital. It could be accessed from the
Capital through two ways; four day journeys through the sea and a one day
journey on horseback passing treacherous road of Eastern mountain ranges, which
the local called the Wall.
The City was blessed with a more temperate climate. It had warm summer but
never scotching hot summer. The winter was shorter and warmer. There were not
natural catastrophe during winter, only occasional change of wind and moderate
downpour.
The Lord of the City’s castle was in the mountain -overlooking the sea, away
from the busy port town of the capital. It was heavily fortified with ditch and
strong stone walls. Outdoor gardens adorned inside each wall. The lord’s adobe
was on the innermost wall. As rumor had it, the castle was heavily on eastern
culture.
It was a lazy afternoon. Though it was winter, the weather was still warm and
laziness hang in the air. Sir Rivaille’s room, aside being outrageously clean,
was bright and airy.
Eren has been sitting on Sir Rivaille’s lap. He was writing while the young
lord was reading, his arm casually circled Eren’s waist and their legs entwined
loosely. There was a relaxed atmosphere around them.
Eren turned his head, lightly kissed the young lord on the cheek. The young
lord slightly winced, still not used to the youth’s spontaneity. As a soldier
of numerous battles, he was more accustomed to rowdy fights and battle cries.
Yet, he like what he had now way better. He lightly kissed Eren’s back.
But, he was not like this all the time. There was some time, some time in the
past, when he was free spirited and spontaneous, like Eren. It was sometime
when he was a child. How time quickly rob it away and the memory blurred.
He used to sit like this before, with Erwin, the King, long before he was made
a king and both of them were mere children of innocence. Erwin would bring his
books and made Rivaille read them together. When he got bored with reading,
both of them would swim in their secret lake and dried themselves under the sun
while exploring each other’s body.
He realized that there was something about Erwin that enthralled him. It drew
and held his attention toward Erwin. That thing never really left. Rivaille
used to think that Erwin and him would always be together. He had Erwin for
himself just like Erwin had him. But things had changed.
His father staged the coup and executed the previous king, Erwin father, and
his loyal followers. Erwin, with the help of Countess Belezar, managed to elude
the guards and flee the country.
Rivaille believed that they would never met again. Or rather, if they had met
again, they would have killed each other. He decided to run away from the
Palace, away from his father and other family members, away from politics and
lived closest to the way he wanted to.
He moved to the East and established his life there. He heard about the civil
war and the return of Erwin as the rightful heir. He heard about his coronation
and his infamous decrees. If Erwin used to touch him affectionately before,
that news served as the substitution of the touch. His heart always ached but
quickly silenced. He told himself repeatedly that he had everything and he
didn’t need his childhood friend anymore. But a body couldn’t live without his
soul. He never made any attempt to start a family. He was surrounded with
friends and closed friends but not a wife, as if that place was already taken.
A sudden nudge on his shoulder awaken him from his reverie. Eren looked at him
in the eyes, searching. A mixed of feelings invaded him; between guilt for
ignoring Eren and relief for having Eren there with him.
“Has something trouble you, Milord?” Eren asked. “Shall I get you anything?”
The young lord shook his head and smiled. He put his palm on Eren’s cheek and
said, “That won’t be necessary.”
“But you looked troubled.” the youth implored.
Rivaille smiled, “Let's take a bath before having dinner.”
Excitement danced in Eren’s eyes. He had noticed the large indoor pool in the
middle of the inner garden. Some maids had told him that it was a special pool,
designed by the lord of the castle. The craftsmanship was superior. Not only it
was smoothly chiseled but also, it had intricate design etched on the surface.
Yet, the surface retained its smooth texture. But, there was one thing that
made the pool special, which was it was connected to a boiler room. So, the
water could be set into a certain desired warmth.
They are in the middle of winter. Though Ovuld had better climate than that of
the Capital, the temptation of sharing a warm bath with a special someone, was
not something to be missed. He was curious to try and he had seduced the young
lord to use it.
Once, out of curiosity, Eren asked the young lord, why the King did not have a
similar bath. He received a sarcastic answer.
“The King always bath in cold water, regardless the season. He dislikes warm
water because it could melt his heart and he would be turned into a human
being.” Rivaille bit.
Yet, despite receiving an acidic answer, Eren still tried to seduce Sir
Rivaille to share the pool with him. So far, it was without success. But, Sir
Rivaille just asked him. His imagination was reeling faster than a horse race.
“Can I use herbs and scented oil” he asked unable to hide his eagerness.
Rivaille kissed his forehead as affirmation, “Use anything you want.”
He let Eren led him to the middle of the castle, where the lustrous inner
garden was laid. In the middle of lusty green shrubs and wanton display of
colorful flowers was a pool of black marble. The marble was finely chiseled,
giving a smooth and shiny appearance. The water was warm and steaming, emitting
the scents of various flowers and rare spices.
Eren was very excited, his body started to tremble. Yet, he managed to undress
the young lord, quickly followed with himself, and led him to sit in the pool.
Once both of them were settled in the pool, Sir Rivaille wrapped his arms
around and pulled Eren back against his chest. He had paused to inhale deeply
before moved his hands possessively over Eren’s chest. Eren managed to silent
his winning chuckle as he leaned on the young lord’s body.
Sir Rivaille dozed off. It might be the herbs Eren had put in the bath. But he
was sure it was not, rather it was the passion inside him. He sank deeper into
the bath and leaned his head on the pillow.
“This is intoxicating,” he told himself.
Unconsciously, his hands started roaming over the youth’s body. He brushed a
nipple and Eren gasp. Intrigued, he kept playing with it until the youth was
shuddering in his arms. His fingers searched for the other nipple and caressed
it gently as well, then he pinched it playfully. Even whimpered, writhing
helplessly in Rivaille’s grasp.
“Shall I stop?” the young lord asked.
Eren turned facing Sir Rivaille and answered with lust heavy in his eyes, “No,
Milord.”
He felt the water stirred and saw Eren moved to sit on his lap. He felt the
weight against his body, the soft and supple bottom against his lap. The scent
of young lust was intoxicating. He felt his manhood, deliciously slid in
between Eren’s thighs.
Eren sighed and rested his head against Rivaille’s shoulder, surrendering
himself to the touch of the hands that started exploring his body. He was soon
moaning again as the hands strayed between his legs and forced his thighs
apart, baring his swollen organ to Rivaille’s touch. The young lord had kissed
his back shoulder softly before caressing the rock hard organ.
Eren gasped, writhing unashamedly beneath the hands. His cheeks were flushed
with a youthful charm. He wriggled his hips, seeking the pleasure which
Rivaille's hands awoke in him.
Sir Rivaille answered with moving his hips forward so that his hard cock rubbed
against Eren' bottom. He heard Eren whimpered helplessly. He was at edge, too.
He heard Eren yelped in despair, when his hands abandoned Eren’s arousal. He
encircled Eren body, securing him from possible thrashing. His other hand,
fingering the butt plug on Eren’s orifice. He kissed he youth’s back once again
and heard him whimpering. Then, he twisted and pulled out the plug from Eren.
The youth let out a cry and a spurt of juice from his manhood. It dropped onto
the water, creating a stark contrast of white milk on a black marbled water.
Between Eren’s ragged breath, he managed to guide Sir Rivaille’s fingers to his
orifice. It was gaping and oozing warm juices mixed with oil.
“I’m ready, Milord.” He invited.
Sir Rivaille took his hips and pushed himself forward, burying himself to the
hilt in the youngster's heat with one hard thrust.
Eren choked, his hands desperately searching for something to hold on to,
finally clutching at Rivaille's arms.
“It hurts!” he cried tears of pain. Yet he knew that it would take only a short
while until the heat would spread through his body and make him writhe in the
young lord's lap. Rivaille breathed into the youth’s ear, then he ran his
tongue up to its tip, took it into his mouth to lick and suckle at it. His
fingers started their play with Eren' softened cock anew, quickly arousing him
again. Just when the Eren started to moan and writhe in passion again.
He moaned and cried tears of pleasure running down his face as Sir Rivaille
took him hard. He cried harder as he spilled more of himself onto the pool
until he got nothing left but dripping milky liquid. He felt the young’s lord
had twitched inside him before spurting his seed. Eren clenched his muscles, an
attempt to keep the seed from seeping out of his body. The young lord’s
tightened his embrace, as the manhood hard and twitching inside him. He was
about to move his hips but Sir Rivaille stopped him. He said that he just
wanted to stay like this. Eren leaned on him, surrendering to his will, once
again.
Chapter End Notes
     When I saw the beautiful pool surrounded with beautiful garden of a
     Moroccan house, my imagination ran 200km/hour in the wrong lane.
     That setting is begging for a hot and steamy Levi/Eren scene. I don't
     want it to be just hot and steamy, but also juicy and secretive.
     How can I help it. The setting is talking about Levi and Eren. The
     surrounding wall was cold and impenetrable, just like Levi. But, for
     those who dare to come inside, like Eren, there is a very beautiful
     garden, lustrous and colorful. Yet, the beauty does not stop in the
     garden. For the selected few, who venture deeper into the garden,
     there is a greater reward, a beautiful pool. An exotic surprise.
***** A Family *****
The Palace was bursting merrily. Everyone knew that the Royal Wedding would be
hosted there. This had made everybody become enthusiastic and they put it into
their works. Lord Chamberlain had decided that the Palace would have new
decoration. There would be new drapery, carpet, and new show pieces. He was
eager to show the wealth of the regime.
Because the Palace was under sudden renovation, Erwin had moved his office and
adobe to Lord’s Chamberlain’s castle in Sina. It had the same size of the
King’s Summer Palace, only it was situated in the outskirt of the Capital.
Hence, it was easier for the King to run the government as usual.
The castle was built overlooking the countryside. It was surrounded by green
pastures and dense forest. It was well-known that Lord Chamberlain grew up in
the countryside. He was very fond of his upbringing environment.
As for the King, he enjoyed the temporary change. Yet, his none of his
officials made any complaint. They quietly adjusted their life to suit their
King.
During winter, the pasture was frozen and the forest was dressed in white.
Winter wind carried scratching sound in the night. The King just finished a
meeting. His officials decided that they would spend the night in the castle,
instead of boldly challenged the weather to get back to the Capital.
The King just got ready for bed. His attention was drawn toward a glistening
object, laying on the table beside the bed. It was Eren’s jewelry, a present he
earned when he mastered horseback archery. Sir Rivaille disapproved the King
giving Eren a present. He was spoiling the child, condemned the young lord. The
King smiled. He liked spoiling Eren.
The King remembered the time Eren was presented to him. It was midsummer when
he visited Ovuld. The weather was tempered and mild wind blows. The air was
lazy and sleepy. Yet, the King was busy. The Lord of the City and him were
closing a deal, which made the City of Ovuld came under the administration of
his Kingdom. The deal was very important for both parties.
The King was on his way to another meeting with the Council when the Lord of
the City requested a private audition. As usual, the King accepted private
audition in his bed chamber. It was on the third night of his stay when Eren
was presented to him. He was bejeweled and dressed like a bride. The King was
mesmerized by the slave’s golden eyes. Eren was beautiful, the King had
thought.
Then, the Lord of the City explained about Eren. As he talked, he removed
Eren’s garment, exposing the bonded genital, the symbol of his slavery. The
Lord of the City, gave the King a golden scissors to cut the binding. The King
was so shocked in disgust that he removed Eren binding right away. The Lord of
the City smirked as he left both of them alone.
However, the King quickly proceeded to the next meeting, leaving Eren in his
room. He was unaware that by letting Eren slept in his bed, he made a gesture
that he accepted Eren.
When he came back to his room and found Eren sleeping on his bed, without his
jewelry. His genitals, ripe after being released from binding, was visible
under the thin flimsy undergarment.
The King just had his bath and felt very much refreshed. The weather was warm,
soft sea breeze had made its way to the room. The King felt too lazy to dress
himself properly, instead only wore a loosely tied cotton robe. He had a few
hours of rest before another meeting set in and he never fussed over sleeping
garment. He sat on the edge of his bed. His eyes feasting on the sight in front
of his eyes. His hand began caressing Eren’s hair. The youth mumbled in his
sleep at the caress.
Soon, he saw Eren began to stir. Slowly, he opened his eyes and when those eyes
stared at him, the King was mesmerized. Eren smiled and began kissing him,
gently at first then it grew more passionately. He felt Eren’s hand roamed on
his body, quickly undressing him.
It has been quite long since the last time the King held a body in his arms.
His body was aching for intimacy. The King did not know how much he wanted to
be touched. As his reservations melted away, he surrendered himself to the
youth he hardly knew.
His kisses turned from shy, to desperate and lustful as Eren pushed him to the
bed. The King laying naked on his own bed, his sleeping robe was laying on the
floor. He saw Eren’s head bobbed up and down.
 
                                      ….
“You are dozing of,” Mike said as he patted the King’s shoulder.
Erwin smiled and placed his hand on Mike.
“How long you’ve been here?” He turned his head slightly and kissed the back of
the palm. Mike smiled. He leaned toward the King low enough until he felt their
cheeks brushed and heard the King slightly gasped.
“Quite long,” Mike chuckled, “You never changed, Erwin.”
The King startled. He turned his body sharply facing Mike and said, “Would you
want me to change?”
“To certain point, yes.” Mike amused. His tone was light, almost cheerful.
“Like, trying to be more open and told us the reasons he held a royal wedding
in the middle of winter.” he added.
The King sighed in relief. He was about to answer when a voice echoed to the
King’s study chamber.
“This is all politic to strengthen the King’s regime.”
Both of them looked at the direction of the voice and saw two people entered.
Almost immediately, the King rose from his chair and walked toward the incoming
guests.
“Hange! My dearest cousin.” He greeted the guest with an open arms. Hange
greeted him back warmly.
“This has been a long time, Erwin!”
“Mike has said the same, too.” replied Erwin as he led her to the couch. Her
assistant walking behind her with piles of scrolls on both of his hands.
“You can put them the table at the corner, Moblit.” Hange said to him.
“Lydia is throwing her biggest drama again.” Hange remarked
“I thought she is happy to be married again.” Mike added.
“I hope so,” Erwin’s sarcasm earned chuckles from his cousins.
“Where’s the boy?” Hange asked.
"They are in Ovuld with Rivaille. They’ll be back after the wedding." Erwin
answered nonchalantly.
“The nobles don’t like them.”
“In their eyes, Eren is no more than a foreign slave and Rivaille is the
traitor’s son,” “Their presence tainted the wedding.”
“Putting it in a crude way, Mike.”
“You need to get them out of sight otherwise other nobles would never show up
for the wedding, an empty reception.”
“Lydia would blame you for her empty wedding. But her anger would be directed
to Eren. It’s likely she would manipulate the situation so that you can’t keep
neither Eren nor Rivaille.”
“I like your sharp mind, Hange.”
“Thank you. It came from my personal experience,” Hange paused, “I think
there’s a growing sentiment against myself. Being different is never been
easy.”
“If I’m not mistaken, they hate Lydia, too,” Mike remarked, “She was denied
entry to worship at the Church.”
“Of course, she didn’t like it and she made sure people know about it.”
“It was good that you stepped in before the matter escalated.”
“Her wealth has made her a foreigner, just like Eren,” said the King as he
stirred his tea.
***** The Day We Met *****
The office of the Lord of the City was usually quite during winter. Although
Ovuld enjoyed much warmer and active port all-year-round, it was not the case
for many of the City's trading partners. Extreme weather and frozed ports
forced other trading partners to have their ports closed for winter. With most
of the ports closing for winter, the Lord Ovuld could enjoy more quite and
peaceful day.
Lord Rivaille closed the account book and set it aside. He finished early for
the day. His eyes gazed into his pocket watch, a sigh escaped his lips.
“Eren is late again,” he thought.
Ever since their stay in Ovuld, Eren had been exploring the City, first with
him, mostly with Petra, but not rare alone. It was something impossible for him
to do while living in the Capital. As sentiments grew against him, he spent
more time confined in the King's Quarter. He never left the Palace unless
accompanied with the King and his escorts. Eren had become so much a hated
object in the Capital and, recently, the Palace.
He remembered the first time, he met the youth in the Palace. He was having a
fight three noblemen. Though there were three of them against him, the youth
gained the upper hand. The young lord kicked the youth hard to separate him. He
was surprised that the nobles shouted rowdy and lewd comments against the
youth. The young lord took him into his room quarter.
Sir Rivaille observed that the youth was still angry. His breath was uneven and
his body was trembling, his lips quivered of silenced curses. He offered the
youth a glass of water to calm him down but the boy refused.
He grabbed a chair and sat in front of the boy.
“Do you hurt?” He asked kindly.
“NO!” the boy answered betraying himself. Although his body was unhurt, it was
apparent that deep down his heart was.
“Breath, lad. Take a deep breath. It’ll help overcome the pain.” he suggested.
He was relieved when the boy took his suggestion. It was a sign of improvement.
When Rivaille saw that the boy stop trembling, he asked “What’s your name?”
“Eren.”
“How old are you?”
“14.”
“Why are you here?” he continued imploring.
The boy choked a bit. He took a deep breath before answering, “I was given to
the King.”
Upon hearing the answer, Sir Rivaille choked his breath. That’s why the nobles
harassed him. That’s why they were angry when the boy defend himself. The boy
was technically a slave, a pleasure slave to the King. The fact that Erwin kept
a slave boy shocked him.
“Where did you come from?” Sir Rivaille asked more. He was curious on which
port town dare to present such gift to the King.
“Stohess. And, I don’t need your pitiful look.” Eren said sternly.
A sudden knock on the door, the young lord had to keep his next question to
himself. His aide came and whispered to his ear, “The King demands to enter.”
“News travels faster than him shitting in the morning.” Sir Rivaille remarked.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Eren smiled.
Then, when the King saw Eren, Sir Rivaille saw something that he used to
experience in his childhood but thought he would never see again. The King,
though appeared to be calm and undisturbed, Sir Rivaille knew better. Erwin was
a swan, he always appeared calm and graceful but his feet pedaling furiously
under the water.
Sir Rivaille stood aside. He stood far enough that he could not hear the King’s
endearments but closed enough to see the King’s tenderness toward Eren, more
romantic than paternal. He saw Erwin used his charm to calm the boy down. None
stand a chance against Erwin’s charm. He knew how to make others felt special.
If Rivaille sat on a chair, Erwin knelt on the floor in front of Eren, very
closed to Eren but did not touch him. Rivaille heard him whispered something
and heard Eren hissed an angry “no” answer. Erwin kept talking to the boy until
Eren calmed down. Then, gently he reached his arms and pulled Erwin toward him.
The King hugged the boy earnestly. It was about the King. He was a bunch of
sweet talks and diplomatic remarks but he was honest to the person he loved,
mostly.
The young lord had experienced the same thing, before.
He sensed the boy looked at him. He, in turn, looked back into the deep green
eyes. He realized how beautiful the boy was. His face, though having rough
countenance, was framed with smooth and soft angles. His fierce eyes were full
of sincerity. His body, though appeared to be frail, were toned and strong. He
could be a good soldier if the King permitted him.
When Sir Rivaille’s eyes darted lower, he saw Erwin was holding the boy’s
hands, ungloved. He steeled his heart and took a seat in the middle of both of
them.
“Are you calm, now?” he asked.
Eren blinked. There is no trace of fear in his eyes, starry clear green eyes.
They were free from anger and hatred.
“I want to thank you for saving me from them.” he said calmly.
The young lord saw the King’s smiled at the corner of his eyes. He felt the
pang of jealousy.
Erwin lifted and carried the boy in his arms. As he walked toward the door, he
turned his head toward Rivaille and said, “We’ll have dinner tonight.”
“Erwin and his sweet talks.” Lord Rivaille softly mumbled.
A knock at the door awakened him from his reverie.
He turned his head toward the door and saw Eren. As the boy walked in toward
him, he noticed how tall Eren had grown though he still had that boyish look.
He carried the afternoon tea.
“Petra told me that you usually have your tea at these hours.” he said as he
put the tray on the table closed to the window.
He poured the tea. He was about to put some sugar but quickly remembered that
the Lord drank his tea black. He carefully put it in front of the young
lord. He took the tea and enjoyed its scent, the proof of his City prosperity.
“Eren, the King wants us to return in Spring.”
“Yes,” Eren replied as he cast his gaze downward.
“We’ll set off when the snow at the Wall melt,” Lord Rivaille said in stern
voice.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It was the only reply came from Eren.
***** Of Something Borrowed *****
Chapter Summary
     The King ordered Lord Rivaille and Eren return immediately. Both of
     them decided that it was best to return when snow at the Wall melt,
     on early spring. But travelling on early spring meant heavy downpour,
     slippery roads, and landslides. They experienced many delays. The
     journey became longer.
Traveling in early spring had many consequences. One, it could be a beautiful
journey of crossing picturesque landscape. But on the other hand, it could be a
quite challenging journey. The road was perilous from many days of heavy
downpour. Some roads were inaccessible and they were forced to take detours.
Usually, it took one day ride from Ovuld to the Capital. However, this time, it
had taken two days yet they had not covered half the distance. Landslide
blocked their way. Delay made everybody nervous. They had to spend four days
waiting at Trost, lodged at the castle of Squire Erd. Small but well-maintained
and well-guarded castle. People kept secrets very well.
But today the weather was more agreeable. The sun peeked at the horizon and the
day was warmer. Lord Rivaille and Eren decided to have a picnic at the beach.
When Petra brought up the idea, Eren was ecstatic. He always wanted to go to
the beach, to taste the salt of the sea, and sand on his feet. It did not take
long before they set up.
The beach was quite saved for seagulls cries competing with waves sound,
crashing as they lazily licked the sand. A dot of dark cloud floated in a
distant horizon. They were the only people present. Warm breeze caressed their
faces as Eren picked a spot, stripped, and jumped to the water.
Lord Rivaille was writing. There were some urgent matters demanding his
attention. Occasionally he threw his gaze at Eren. After some time, the youth
finally emerged from the water and laid next to him. Eren rolled his body to
put his head on Lord Rivaille’s lap. The latter hissed at the wet hair on his
lap. Eren squirmed away but his eyes shone in excitement.
“Still busy, Milord?” he asked playfully.
“I finished the letter for the King. I’d have it delivered by tomorrow.” Lord
Rivaille answered without looking at Eren.
“Would you give your time or I have to play with myself?” Eren provoked.
His eyes fluttered. Faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Lord Rivaille put his
arms around Eren, firm but gentle. He inhaled the Eren’s scent; fresh and crisp
with youth and playfulness. Soft murmur escaped his mouth as Eren rubbed their
chest together. He slid his hand over the Lord's nipples, up his chest, and
around his neck. He gazed into the young lord’s eyes with lust, and kissed the
mouth with a tiny peck. Their eyes were still gazing to each other as Eren’s
left hand reached down and caressed the outline of the manhood. Steadily, he
increased his pressure and the young lord moaned. When their lips made contact,
thick wet tongues twisted, lapped, and sucked each other. They only parted when
both desperately needs air.
Eren took Lord Rivaille’s hand and led him into the sea. The young lord quickly
stripped before dipping into the water. The sea was warm and inviting. He
grabbed Eren by the waist, as the youth shot a mischievous look at him.
Eren wrapped his arms around the powerful torso and did his best to push the
young lord into the water. He managed to get lord Rivaille off his feet, and
wrestle him under water. The young lord fought back. He grabbed Eren by the
thighs and pushed him backward under the water. Eren wrapped his legs around
the waist, pulling both of them under the water.
When both of them emerged from the water, Eren’s legs were wrapped tightly
around Lord Rivaille’s waist, and arms around his neck. He didn't let go. Lord
Rivaille’s hands moved up to Eren’s bottom. The warmth of his body pressing
against Eren was causing a delicious friction. Both cocks started to harden.
Lord Rivaille pushed Eren into the water. This time Eren held on tighter, his
legs moving down around the tight butt. Their hardened genitals were rubbing
against each other. Lord Rivaille lifted Eren out of the water, laughing. They
were looking face to face.
There was lust lingering between both of them. It was clear what both of them
wanted but none were going to give up that easy this time.
“Milord…” Eren was cut mid sentence as Lord Rivaille leaned forward, and tilted
Eren’s head. The kiss was very gentle, like a little peck at first. Slowly, as
their lips made full contact and the kiss became more urgent. The kiss tasted
of salt water, and it was delicious.
They began grinding their hips against each other. Eren rotated his hips and
thrusting against Lord Rivaille. Their kissing became more intense. The urgent
nature of the embrace made it clear where this was going. Both of them become
impatient.
With Eren still clinging to his body, he carried Eren out of the water and up
onto the beach. At the water's edge, he laid the boy down on the sand. Eren
softly purred. As he rolled his body, feeling the sand, he pulled the young
lord on top of him. Eren grabbed and massaged the firm bottom, inviting.
As they rubbed their bodies together on the beach, Lord Rivaille nibbled and
kissed Eren’s neck and shoulders as Eren ran his hands over the broad back and
arms, enjoying the young lord’s slim and firm body.
Lord Rivaille sat on Eren hip with their genitals were pressed against each
other. Eren saw as the eyes traveled down his body. The young lord looked at
Eren’s smooth chest and stomach with just a hint of a six pack. His eyes
traveled to Eren’s crotch.
As he looked, Eren admired his lover’s body. His wet hair was unruly as water
dripped onto his well defined shoulders and neck muscles. Eren followed the
drops of water as they ran down over his chest and ample pectorals. The drops
slithered on his chest to his well toned stomach. The water drops then moved
toward his magnificent crotch. His full balls, and rigid manhood were crushed
beneath him. All this rested on his powerful thighs, almost as round as my
waist.
Eren sighed loudly as Lord Rivaille started grinding their genitals together.
Eren was already ached for release, and he was certain that his lover felt the
same carnal desire. Eren kissed his neck, his ear, biting the lobe gently and
sliding his tongue into his ear. Lord Rivaille’s hands were tickling Eren’s
neck and playing with his hair.
Eren caressed his nipples, kissing and licking the hollow at the base of his
neck and tracing his breast bone with his tongue. Eren was excited as the
nipples became erect as he licked and sucked them. His mouth continued
downwards in small circles and he licked the salt from his navel. His stomach
muscles contracted, and an almost soundless moan escaped his lips.
He began following Eren’s example and started using his mouth to explore. Eren
closed his eyes in delight. He kissed Eren’s cheek, and then started nibbling
his way down to Eren’s neck, out along his shoulder and all the way to his
hand. He took one of Eren’s fingers into his mouth and sucked gently. His hands
were all over Eren’s chest and stomach. His mouth covered Eren with kisses and
small bites. Eren started whimpering. His manhood was getting desperate. It
wanted to feel the luscious mouth and tongue. The thought made Eren felt a
shiver of delighted anticipation ran up his back.
Lord Rivaille grabbed a fistful of his hair and said, “So eager and greedy.”
He shifted until his manhood touched Eren’s lips. He saw the look on Eren’s
face was so intent, so full of need and desire. Eren ran his tongue up his
manhood and kissed it all over. Lust multiplied quickly. Using his hand on
Eren’s head, Lord Rivaille guided his manhood into the youth’s mouth. He let
the young lord got deep into his mouth. The mouth was warm. It loosened and
tightened at a rhythmic pace. The cool and velvety flesh warped around the
flaming hard rod. The young lord felt control was slipping away from his
sanity. A few dropped escaped into Eren’s mouth. He pulled out just before he
completely lost it.
Eren looked at him with a desperate lust in his eyes. Lord Rivaille released
him but his eyes were fixed at the youth’s body.
“Turn around in all four.” he ordered impatiently.
Eren did as he was ordered, hands and knees on the soft sands. He raised his
bottom high and rested his head on the sand. Lord Rivaille hands traveled up on
Eren’s soft thighs and ended on his plump cheeks. He massaged them gently. His
fingers found the plugged hole. Impatiently, he pulled it out and heard Eren's
soft yelp. He continued massaging the cheeks while slowly forced them apart and
exposed the gaping hole, dripping with oil and oozing with heated desire. It
was like a pretty tiny hole glistening between his firm buttocks.
The need kicked in, but he controlled himself. He reached for a bottle of oil
and poured in on his fingers. Using two fingers, he breached Eren’s sphincter,
making sure he was well slicked. Inside, Eren was oozing with heat. The ring of
muscles tightened, as if to suck the fingers. Eren gasped. He dipped three
fingers in then four. His four fingers were pushing and pulling, loosening the
hole. He continued on by putting the fifth finger inside. When Eren’s body was
welcoming, he was tempted to put his whole fist inside. He could not wait any
longer. He pulled Eren’s buttocks up and positioned himself on his knees behind
Eren. The tip of his manhood was firmly against Eren’s entrance and leaking.
Eren almost whimpered as he was taken. The first couple of centimeters were
incredibly tight, but then it slipped past. Eren grunted, but he didn't ask
Lord Rivaille to stop. Slowly, he slid all the way to the bottom, and Eren
gasped and whimpered.
The young lord withdrew about halfway and stood still; he spread Eren’s
buttocks and enjoyed the sight of his member between those cheeks and the
sensation of the tunnel squeezing and milking his shaft behind the head.
His hand reached and squeezed the twin mounds a couple of times and rammed his
member back in. Eren moaned and pushed his bottom backward, hitting the crotch.
His body was trembling. Lord Rivaille grabbed his hips, trying to keep him
steady.
When another push came, inhibition disappeared. Each complimented the other.
Their rhythms and breaths matched as if they were one in two bodies. Both
drowned into wanton pleasure, none wanted to emerge from it. There were no
words left in any of them, just inarticulate sounds of ecstasy and grunts of
pleasure. Movements became more frantic and desperate. The shaft was shoved
even harder and deeper into the tight orifice. Both of them know they were
near.
Eren clamped his tight ring muscle around his lord’s member as it exploded.
Lord Rivaille convulsed in violent orgasm. Eren was instantly filled with a hot
stream of semen. The creamy flood overflowed inside him. The second cum shot
was too much, it seeped out from his orifice. Seeing some drops on the sand,
Lord Rivaille plunged deeper into Eren as the third shot came. As his orgasm
subsided, Eren began rocking his hips slowly, milking another nice glob of the
nectar.
Eren dropped on the sand. The young lord looked down and took a few droplets
from his still hard shaft, and smeared the essence over Eren’s lips face, neck,
and part of his chest. But there were some remained, dripping. Eren greedily
took the softening shaft back into my mouth and sucked it cleaned.
When there was nothing more left, he laid on the sand, his eyes were closed.
Lord Rivaille reclined next to Eren. The young lord was still panting. He
reached down, with two fingers scooped a drop of his essence off Eren’s cheek.
Eren quickly took the hand into his mouth and sucked the two fingers. Sensually
cleaning his fingers clean, giving him a wanton show. Lord Rivaille kissed him.
His smile was warm as he pressed their bodies together.
 
 
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He looked at Eren, sleeping next to him. His fingers began to brush the youth’s
body.
He realized that he just borrowed Eren. His feelings was meaningless, it
wouldn’t able to change anything. Eren belonged to the King. It was his duty to
serve the King in any way that the King saw it fit.
The same seduction, the same writhing and the same moaning, Eren also performed
to the King. Although Eren never talked about what happened in the King’s
bedchamber, it was clear what Eren did while he was together with the King.
Jealousy bit his heart.
Lord Rivaille walked toward the sea. The water was ice cold but it was perfect
to cool his feelings down. When he finished, he found himself unable to sleep
next to Eren.
***** The Quite Road to Loneliness *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When they were leaving the beach, the sun just began to set. The wind was cool
and there was the scent of rain lingering in the air.
On their way back, Sir Rivaille was unusually quiet. Quite the contrary, Eren
was excessively merry and talkative. He did realize that his love was unusually
quite but did not mind, after all, Sir Rivaille let Eren clinging on his
shoulder.
They arrived back to the castle just before sunset. Eren was exhausted, but he
was still in a good mood and carved for more conversation. On the other hand,
Sir Rivaille felt drained.
He apologized that he could not join the others for dinner though he encouraged
Eren to join the others. Eren’s gaze followed him as he retired to his chamber.
Eren felt there was something amiss but didn’t dare to say anything.
Dinner followed shortly. All were seated in a small dining room, Eren was in
the middle between Petra and Auro. Eren never expected to be in a crowd of
people. In the King’s palace, nobody wanted to have Eren seated for meal, even
the lowest noble people considered it to be an insult when they saw Eren during
dinner.
But here, he was surprised that none of them seemed to mind at all. All of them
were so warm and friendly toward him that before the meal was served, Eren had
been considered to be their friend. The atmosphere was friendly and merry. The
talks ranged from the food on the table to neighboring farmers. After they
finished dessert, they all agreed to have play games.
They ushered him to the gaming room where Erd set a table for a card game. Eren
never joined any game before. He was both curious and eager. They told him the
rules and how to play. Eren was happy.
As the night drew higher, one by one excused themselves until only Erd and Eren
left. Erd turned to his servant.
“Ushered Eren to his bedchamber.” he ordered his servant while he retired to
his.
Eren sighed. The servant sent him to a room different from Sir Rivaille.
Sensing there was a mistake, he asked the servant.
“No,” answered the servant, “Lord Rivaille ordered that you sleep in this room
tonight.”
“I don’t understand,” Eren replied, “I always slept in the other room.”
“I suggest that you stay in this room,” the servant said sternly, “It’s the
Lord’s order.”
Eren startled. He dismissed the servant absentmindedly. He knew there was
something wrong when they walked home from the beach. He just could not point
it out. His chest felt constricted. Today is the first day since their time
outside the Capital that Eren was assigned in a separate room. Slowly, the pang
of sadness crept in. Eren rather braved the world than to keep sadness inside
him.
So, he decided to go to Sir Rivaille’s room uninvited.
The Lord’s bedroom was on the east side of the adobe. It was the biggest room
warmed by the sun. It was rather far from where Eren was assigned room. Winter
chills hung in the air stubbornly. Eren took his candle and walked toward Sir
Rivaille’s room.
He was shaking terribly from the cold when he finally arrived in front of the
door. He hesitated but the door was slightly a jar. Eren quietly slipped
through. Once inside, he saw Sir Rivaille was seated on his bed.
For the first time, Eren felt nervous. He took a deep breath.
“My Lord, do I have to sleep alone?” he asked.
“You want to sleep here?” Sir Rivaille retorted.
Hearing the response, Eren bit his lips. He cast his eyes down to his toes,
fidgeting uncomfortably. Deep inside he could feel that tonight Sir Rivaille
wished to be left alone. He knew that he should not be here. Sir Rivaille
certainly had his reasons. It might be not safe for them to be seen sharing a
bed. Eren was aware that they depended on the loyalty of Sir Rivaille’s
subject, that none of them were going to report to the King on their affairs
outside the Palace.
Eren understood that logic. Yet, his gut feeling told him that something was
not right. Since their return from the beach, there was a growing distance
between them. Eren felt Sir Rivaille turned to be unapproachable.
So, Eren felt asking the young lord to share bed with him seemed like pushing
their luck. Yet, he longed the embraces, kisses, and just being closed with Sir
Rivaille. So, Eren stood in front of the door, feeling unsure whether he should
flee to his room or climbed to the young lord’s bed.
Since the King rescued him from the cursed room, Eren only slept alone once. He
might had a room assigned for him, but he shared the King’s bed.
Night chill started to bite. Eren’s night robe was nothing against the blow of
the night. He began shivering. Naturally, his eyes glanced toward the corner of
the room, to the roaring fire encaged on iron fireplace, the fire dancing
freely yet it was not free to roam outside the fireplace.
He was startled with a gentle nudge on his shoulder. He saw Sir Rivaille
standing very closed to him.
“Come in and close the door,” he said, “You’ll get sick if you stand here too
long.”
Eren leaned his body toward the young lord and let himself to be led toward the
bed. Gingerly, he climbed and slid inside the blanket yet, Lord Rivaille did
not follow. He remained standing beside the bed. Eren became nervous. He
fidgeted away from the young lord, creating empty space between them. The bed
felt big and empty. Eren buried himself under the blanket.
Sir Rivaille climbed into bed but instead of laying down, he remained seated.
He resisted Eren’s hands, pulling him into a warm embrace. When Eren gave him a
puzzled look, the young lord caressed Eren face and said, “I’ll watch you
sleep.”
Eren sighed in disappointment. He was encircled his arms around his lover's
waist, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep. He dreamed a disturbing dream. He
yanked himself to wake and found out that it was already morning. His lover was
already out of bed, preparing for their departure. Eren sat, realising how big
and cold the bed was. He felt his heart sinking into the pit of sorrow.
As Eren was having  breakfast alone and threw his gaze to Sir Rivaille, he
realized that the later did not gaze back at him. Eren felt disconnected.
On the road, Sir Rivaille ordered Eren to ride in between Petra and Auro, while
he rode in front. For Eren, the journey back to the Capital was the longest and
emotionally most arduous.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter I wrote when I was half asleep. I was so tired from
     working overtime but on the other hand, I wanted to write just to
     unwind.
***** Chapter 16 *****
They rode until the met the King and his entourage in the wood, closest to the
City Gate. The King could not contain this happiness meeting both Sir Rivaille
and Eren. His arms deliberately caught the youth before he reached the ground.
Eren let himself sinking to the warm embrace of the older man. It soothed his
aching heart.
The King hardly had any intention to hide his feeling. He only set Eren to the
ground when he realized Sir Rivaille disapproving look.
Then, it was the turn of the King’s cousin’s turn. Hans and Mike greeted Eren
warmly. Hans was exceedingly talkative, even Sir Rivaille’s sarcasm failed to
discourage her. She insisted that the King stopped his monopoly on Eren and the
boy should spend more time with her. Her warm friendliness seeped into Eren’s
dejected heart, warming up him though it was in a different way Sir Rivaille
did.
The party rode to the City unhurriedly until they arrived at the Palace. The
King took Eren into his bedchamber, intended to remain there but his aide told
him that a certain foreign ambassador had been waiting for an audition. The
King had no choice but to leave Eren in the care of his cousins.
 
* * *
 
Spring sun meekly peeked into the room, faint and quaint, as if it was ashamed
to be in the room. The King stirred. Slowly he began to wake up. There was
still some time before his aides came and help him to prepare himself.
The King remained seated on his bed. The bedding was damp, especially
underneath him. His body was still slightly wet and sticky from the last night
activity. His gaze, soft like moonlight, was fixed upon Eren, still sleeping
next to him. His chest rose and fell in peaceful rhythm in his blissful
nakedness.
The King saw the youth's sex was limp and raw. His nipples were still erect and
round, like budding roses. His thigh was wet and sticky, when the King turned
Eren’s body, he saw the pinkish liquid oozing out from his buttocks.
Gently, the King placed his hands on Eren's body. His fingers trails on the
skin lightly as he took a deep inhale of the air of their previous love making,
still lingered in the room.
With such tenderness, the King placed a kiss on Eren's hair and forehead. He
refrained himself from kissing further, for it would awaken the youth. The King
rarely demanded Eren in the morning. He preferred to watch the youth in his
sleep.
Then, he noticed the bruises on Eren's body that was not his doing. Out of
curiosity, the King continued to examined. There were at least six bruises on
Eren's arms, legs, and torso.
He knotted his eyebrows. He shook his head in displeasure.
Gently, he lifted Eren's body, taking him to the King’s bathroom. The youth
awoke but the King shooed him.
Inside the royal bathroom, the steam from warm water already filled the air
with welcoming mist. The King sat on the cold marble stool, Eren on his lap,
head resting on his chest. He dipped soft cloth into the water. Gently, he
began washing Eren. The youth looked at him with loving gaze.
“My Lord, it isn't necessary.” Eren said.
The King only smiled at him but continued on.
“My aide soon is arriving. I want to have more time with you, this morning.” he
whispered softly.
Eren squirmed. It wasn't the first time the King washed him. It happened a lot
in the past. But, somehow, Eren sensed there was something wrong.
Could be possible that the King already found out?
The possibility sent chill into his spine. But, Eren's could not do anything.
He had to wait until the King left then he could tell Lord Rivaille. But he
must do so discreetly, without arising more suspicion. So, Eren played along
until the King finished and draped him with soft linen.
“Wait for me in the bedroom.” the King told him as he placed tender kisses on
Eren’s cheeks.
“My Lord, let me help you shower.” Eren offered, “You have washed me.”
But the King shook his head, “I'll take shower alone. Wait for me in my
bedroom.”
There was no point of arguing. Eren walked into the room. He seated himself on
the sofa beside the window. His mind began calculating, whether it would be
enough time if he rushed to Lord Rivaille room. He decided the time was too
tight. He could risk the King suspicion. So, he waited for the King to finish
his shower.
The King usually took short shower in the morning, cold water regardless the
season. He took long bath, usually with Eren in summer evening.
The King is walking toward the room. His robe was loosely fastened around his
waist. His hair was still damp.
Eren walked toward to help the King. But the King seized his arm and pulled him
close. His arms tightened around Eren's waist as he caressed Eren's hair. Eren
pressed his face on the King’s chest. He closed his eyes as he inhaled, filling
his lungs with the scent of crushed cinnamon and rose.
After nearly the whole winter spent with lord Rivaille, he nearly forgot how
tender and loving was the King to him.
To be truth, both of them were tender and loving toward him. But, there were
differences.
A knock on the door and the King released Eren. It was his aide. The King gave
Eren one last look. Softly he said, "Lydia is still around. You must hide from
her and her entourage."
Eren nodded. He knew where he was going to spend the afternoon. He threw his
gaze across the room where the King was already fully attired and now started
receiving auditions in private.
Eren slipped into the adjoining chamber. He began to get dressed. He peeked
when he heard the King was leaving. He listened his surrounding. When he was
sure that everyone had left, Eren dashed toward the secret passage.
Inside the dark passage, Eren ran as fast as he cold. He remembered the passage
very well, he didn’t need any light. In front of the wooden door, he stopped.
His hand reached the handle. Quietly, he opened the door.
He stood frozen.
From the other room, he heard people talking. It was the King and Lord
Rivaille. He did not dare to peek. Eren was listening. From the room, there was
the sound of cutlery. The King was having breakfast with Lord Rivaille.
 
******
***** Storm Brewing inside the Castle *****
In fact, the King had come to Sir Rivaille's chamber unannounced. He had no
plan to have breakfast together.
This had caused disturbance to the protocols and his aide was clearly upset.
They did not like that they had to accommodate the impromptu royal breakfast.
The dining table was not ready and the kitchen staff were in a state of panic.
Although the King told them that he was fine sharing whatever meal Sir Rivaille
was having, they were not pleased.
Finally, they settle with a medium-sized round table to be set in Sir Rivaille
chamber. The servants quickly set the food, that the kitchen pushed toward
them, and pray for the best. After all, the King didn't like many protocols.
He seated himself at the opposite of Sir Rivaille as they started to serve him.
Sir Rivaille watched the commotion in a muted expression. His mind was working
on the reasons behind the King's impromptu breakfast at his chamber.
The King kept talking during the breakfast. His casual tone matched with the
easiness clink of his cutlery. Sir Rivaille remembered those days when both of
them were young and innocent. When the adults left them alone, Erwin would
sneak into his chamber and shared a loaf of rye bread with salted butter. But
those days were slowly fading.
He cut a portion of cold meat and put it on Sir Rivaille's plate, a habit he
had since childhood. Sir Rivaille smiled.
“You used to share your food with me.” he remarked.
“Didn't I? I hardly realized it.” The King replied nonchalantly.
“You brought this butter and cheese from Ovuld.”
“Your favorite since childhood.” Sir Rivaille remarked, “Rye breads with salted
butter and a slice of cheese. You had it softened with milk, stolen from the
kitchen.”
The king smiled, “You remembered.”
“I do. But I don’t remember hearing that you’d breakfast with me today.”
“I did not plan for this,” The King confessed, “but there is something I need
to talk to you.”
Sir Rivaille looked around the room and gave signals to his servants and aides
to leave him with the King. He casually glanced toward the tapestry and said,
“If you’re going to talk about Eren, I’m assured that your jealousy is speaking
to me.”
The King put his cutlery aside. He looked at Sir Rivaille deeply. His eyes
shone, trying to pierce the darkness and get the answers he had been looking
for.
"First, the Spring Festival is coming. Lord Chamberlain has begun drawing some
festive plans. We need more supplies and we need more secured trade route to
ensure those supplies arrived here."
“I’ve been training him in Ovuld. He shows a great promise if you can draft him
to Ovuld. He can be a great help securing our trade route.” Sir Rivaille
responded.
There was an eerie air hung around the room. The King shook his head.
“You know the Decree, only citizen of this realm can be drafted. We both know
why he can’t be a citizen.”
“The Council must be convinced. Until now, I have nothing to bargain for their
deliberation.”
“We can’t buy their decision by offering land or gold. They’re after something
else. They want to be impressed.”
“People like Lydia wants reforms. She’s after land reform even before the wind
dries her signature on the marriage contract.”
“Nile wants religion reforms. He’s quite adamant and I can see his points.”
“Hans wants education reforms which goes hand in hand with Nile’s religion
reforms. She wants the Council of Clerics to be removed from education and
research.”
“My hands are tied. All we can’t do anything but to sit and wait. If we pass
this year without any incidence and if the trade are better, or the pirate are
effectively oppressed, then we may talk about giving Eren his freedom.”
Sir Rivaille was quiet. This was not the first time that Erwin pushed him to
the corner. He never liked it.
Erwin inhaled sharply and he knew Erwin was far from finished.
“Now, I need to know about ten bruises on Eren’s body.”
“Training.” It was the first thing that came across Sir Rivaille’s mind.
“He fell from his horse during training. It was raining heavily and the road
was slippery.”
The King raised his eyebrow. “That was an unlikely incident.”
“He’s reckless and inexperienced. Mistakes were bound to happen.”
The King wiped his lips. He was getting ready to leave. Sir Rivaille threw his
glance to the tapestry. He heard the King ordered, “You better come with me.”
Sir Rivaille stood up and ready to leave.
***** Punishment *****
Genital binding was a common practice for personal slaves in Stohess. It was
meant to preserve a slave’s virginity, education, and maintain control. The
idea was that a slave were not accustomed to pleasure from their manhood but
from their orifice. Slaves also were not allowed to touch themselves. Their
routine was controlled by harem master. The practice started when a slave was
brought into a harem and extended to slave’s deflowering, for some extended to
life.
When slaves first brought into a harem, they would be drugged, and bathed. When
their minds were still muddled and their body weak from the effect of the drug,
harem masters would lay each of them down with their legs raised, spread, and
secured above their heads. Then, the masters began their work. They first would
empty the slave’s bladder by inserting a long tiny prong into the urine hole.
When they see that there was nothing could come out, they would insert a
flexible metal rod into the slaves’ urine hole until the rod could not go
deeper and left a bulb protruding on the manhood’s end. Then, he would use silk
ribbon and started binding from the base of the ball up to the tip of the
manhood, covering the metal bulb. The warping could be repeated to twice or
thrice until the master was sure that it could not be removed. The warping can
only be removed by the next owner.
Throughout the time, however, harem master would ch\]ange the binding for
hygiene reasons. Removing a slave’s binding means transferring ownership from
harem master to the new owner. Later on, if the new master wished, the binding
could be performed, to maintain control and gave a sense of ownership.
When Eren was presented to the King, he had his binding intact. The Prince, who
gave Eren, tricked the King to open Eren’s binding, thus transferring ownership
to King Erwin.
But in the Kingdom, genital binding was seen as cruel even for slaves. Wearing
chastity belt and butt plug was a more common practice for personal slaves.
Thus, Eren was mostly locked with the King held the key.
To Eren’s surprise, his previous harem master was inside his bedroom and held
the key. He was a middle aged man. His belly protruded and his clothes were
colorful, a show of his wealth. His presence in Eren’s room could only mean one
thing.
“Was it by the King’s order?” Eren asked. His voice was full of distress. He
saw the old man smirked, enjoying every second.
“Yes. He gave me a direct order. In fact, we better hurry. He’s coming to claim
his new pleasure.”
His, but Eren knew better. The harem master was a person not to be trifled
with.
Eren stood frozen. The King was asking a different kind of pleasure. Was he
meant to punish Eren?
Eren saw the harem master advancing toward him, inhaled his scent, his fingers
lightly brushed on Eren’s body.
“Stand face the wall,” he ordered with the voice smooth as silk, seductive,
“Hands on the wall and spread your legs. Wider! Like when you spread your legs
for your King.”
“He took a good care of you.” he heard the older man whispered, marveling his
physic.
“He loves me.” Eren heard himself saying it with a trembling voice and heard
the man chuckled and mumbled, “Very good.” he started undressing Eren. Here and
there the fat fingers brushed wherever it was unnecessary. Somehow, Eren felt a
pang of shame.
“Lay down on your back and spread your legs.” he ordered.
The harem master’s eyes glimmered as he saw the chastity belt, as he was
marveling it. He inserted the key and removed the belt. He ran his palm on
Eren’s smooth bottom. His fingers started prying on Eren’s groin, searching for
the base of the butt plug. He could not conceal his pleasure when he found it.
Slowly his fingers twisted it before pulling it out and heard Eren yelped.
Then, he took a soft towel dipped in warm rose water and began cleaning Eren’s
groin. He could not help to dip his fingers inside Eren’s orifice, perfectly
lubricated.
He dipped a new butt plug into a rose oil and inserted it into Eren’s orifice
and wiped the remaining oil. This plug was bigger. It was difficult to remove
unless somebody pulled it. But, it nested perfectly on Eren’s orifice. He
parted Eren’s legs wider and secured each ankle to each wrist.
“The King never bind you?” He asked as he ran his fingers on Eren’s placid
shaft.
Eren shaked his head as the answer.
“He’s changed his mind.”
The harem master showed his the silk ribbons which he knew so well. Those were
the ribbons the King had show to him a few days before. He also showed Eren the
metal rod, smooth and shiny. It was a little bigger than the prong. This one
Eren knew well too. The King’s favorite device. He softly moaned.
The harem master suppressed a chuckle as he started inserting the prong and
started emptying Eren’s bladder. When there was nothing left, he wiped it
cleaned. Then, he began inserting the rod. Inch by inch, Eren watched as the
rod disappeared into him until the tip remained. Then, he began the binding.
This time, the binding was different. It was tighter with many intricate knots,
so tight that even a drop of pre-cum could not escape nor his manhood allowed
to reach its full size. The harem master said. Eren would not able to cum
unless the King allow him to. The harem master added that there were many
masters who preferred this type of binding. Their slaves were kept days without
allowed any release. Some of them went mad but a lot of them totally
relinquished their will into a total submission to their master’s power.
The master harem was just finished the last knot when the King entered. He
bowed deeply and excused himself.
Eren was still laying with his legs spread, wrist tied to ankle.
Eren knew the power of the new binding. He began to cry in desperation. His
mouth quickly muffled with the King’s fingers dipped inside his mouth,
demanding that he sucked them.
When the King removed the butt plug, he saw the orifice in a perfect shape of a
small “O”. It had the color of blushing rose, much more like a rose bud. He
poured warm oil on Eren’s bottom. The liquid trickled down the inside of his
bottom and right onto his tender puckered orifice.
Eren made soft whimpering sound as the King inserted his all four of his
fingers. At first he just massaged the opening softly almost being a little
considerate of the youth’s pain, but within a minute the King withdrew and
reinserted, this time with his thumb. As he slowly twisted his thumb and
fingers in deeper, Eren was gradually opened up and accepted the invasion.
The King just kept twisting and grinding that hand, going deeper every second
but it didn't seem like it would go in. When Eren was squirming and whimpering
too much, he slapped the youth’s bottom really hard with his other hand and
Eren jerked involuntarily onto the thick fist. As it popped into his orifice,
Eren’s sphincter muscle just clamped down and gobbled up the fist all the way
to the wrist. Stars exploded on Eren’s eyes as the pain of having the entire
fist up inside him.
The King did not move for a while, as if he allowed Eren to relax and adjust
himself. Then, slowly he was twisting of his entire fist. He would turn it
clockwise about an inch or so and then go counterclockwise back to its original
position, very slowly and very gently. Eren could feel the large protruding
knuckles scrape over the sensitive walls inside his rectum. Every couple of
revolutions the King would increase the amount his fist turned, allowing Eren
to adjust on the manipulations.
When Eren felt like he had had everything, the King stopped the twisting and
just started thrusting back and forth an inch or so. He drew his fist back far
enough so that it was almost at the point of his knuckles being expelled. He
was making Eren suffer on the thickest part of his fist on purpose. He was
using the knuckled part of his hand to stretch the youth as wide as he could.
He just focused on opening Eren as wide as he could, slowly and methodically,
while it seemed almost like he was trying to see how big he could make the hole
opened.
When Eren began to relaxed, he started to like it. He began grunting through
his gagged mouth He began to love the feeling of being stretched open and
accepting the assault. Eren tried to push his bottom back farther and hoping
the King would go faster.
Just time the King pulled his fist out roughly with a loud plop.
Eren felt that he was so wide open, like the muscles in closing up yet, as he
could almost feel cool air up inside him. He felt empty and unsatiated.
Eren cries was muffled with a piece of ribbon. His groin was in flame, fighting
to expand. It felt tightly squished and cumming were fighting for release. His
balls swelled with their fullness but even a hint of erection was impossible.
He started leaking and constantly felt like he was ready to burst. His mind was
blank, completely overtaken by unattainable pleasure.
He felt the King’s rod twitched inside him, ready to fill him. His muffled
scream began to grow more frustrated.
As told my the harem master, Eren did not get his release that night. He laid
alone in his bed, whimpering in painful needs. He laid on his back, hands and
knees were set apart, and his genitals bounds.
In the morning, the harem master came to change the biding. He was strictly
instructed to prevent Eren from release. He doused Eren with plenty of water,
forcing him to urinate, instead of cumming. This time, he worked methodically
and quickly. He left Eren bound in the King’s bed as instructed.
Then, the King would come and took Eren as he pleased without allowing Eren to
release himself.
On the third day, the King came.
“Whom do you belong to?” the King asked.
“I solely belong to you, My Lord.” Eren answered in the middle of his sobs.
The King cut the binding and removed the metal rod. First, Eren could not come.
He was sobbing and writhing in the King’s arms. Then, after a few minutes, his
body began releasing. It streamed slowly instead of shooting a forceful jet.
Eren body convulsed in both pain and pleasure he never experienced before. He
was still restrained by the King’s embrace. Then it stopped, but Eren felt it
was not finished yet. He began violently writhing and crying. The King quickly
pinned Eren’s legs apart and inserted his fingers. Began massaging Eren’s
prostate while squeezing his swollen ball. Cum ran profusely. Although there
was no sensation of orgasm, but he was grateful that the pressure had been
relieved.
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Summary
     When Spring came early, everyone was happy. The Royals entertained
     themselves with games in forests. The King was more than merry. He
     had acquired an item and very much wished that Eren tried them on.
The air in the forest was fresh and slightly dewy. The scent of early bloomed
flowers mixed with the freshness of sprouting grass. Spring came earlier this
year. It came with the promise of a better live and chance to try again.
Spring was the most sought after season after summer. It was during spring that
people were the merrier. They came out from long and cold winter, for the first
time after long months imprisoned by cold weather and harsh wind. They saw the
sun warmed the Earth, seasoned it to be ready for planting.
Spring was the time of celebration. There was a fair and parties at the
Kingdom, which food and drinks were free distributed to the citizen. Spring was
the season for royal game, though mostly were for riding in the forest without
catching anything. Just like the King and Eren.
The youth’s laughter was heard throughout the forest. The King was riding hard
behind him, trying to catch the young boy. He was undoubtedly the best rider in
the Kingdom. Eren seemed to know this. He was merely playing with the King. He
always let the King to almost catch him but only to trick the older man with
unexpected twists and turns.
But the King was persistent. He was enjoying the game, too. He set his horse
galloping closed to Eren, almost to catch him only to allow the youth to trick
him.
He grunted, laughed, and shouted at Eren. The youth merely turned his head
toward the King before speeding up.
There was no one else enjoying the game but both of them. It was not something
surprising since most nobles considered it an insult to include Eren in their
activities.
They galloped until both arrived in front of the ancient fig tree. There, both
slowed down. Under the ancient fig tree, the King gave out a signal to his
entourage to stop following him. Only Eren and the King rode passed the ancient
fig tree.
When nobody was present but both of them. Eren rode slow, allowing the King to
catch him. The King dismounted. He opened him arms to Eren. When the youth
jumped out of his saddle, the King hugged him lovingly. They walked deeper into
the forest, toward the clearing. This was not their first visit. Eren was
whispering endearments toward the older man. The King chuckled and brushed his
nose to Eren's cheek.
When they arrived at the clearing, they looked around, making sure that there
was nobody present but themselves.
The King drew his sword and stabbed into the earth. The silver knob of the
sword's handle rose nearly to Eren’s armpit. It was a weapon only the richest
of men, the King of the Realm, could possess and wield.
“Undress!” the King ordered. The later complied without breathing the slightest
word of protest. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his
breeches. The King was watching Eren as Eren undressed in the chill air of
early spring. He came closer toward the boy. The fingers had trailed gently on
Eren’s body before it rested on his groin and played with Eren’s bondage, of
red silk ribbon that covered his penis and balls. It was tight at the base,
preventing the change of size upon arousal and achieving climax.
Eren stood in his nakedness and shivering, feeling his vulnerability. Sometimes
he feared for his life if the King and protector perished in battle. What would
become of him?
The King continued caressing him. His expression was calm with a hint of
satisfaction.
“They shaved me this morning, Milord.” Eren shivered. “Before Master bound me.”
The king did not reply. From the folds of his garment, he produced something
the color of a cloudless summer sky. He tossed it to Eren. It was light as air.
It fluttered like a summer butterfly. The youth marveled at it, he never
touched anything like it. It possessed two leg holes and a waistband. It was
exotic.
“What is this, Milord?”
“It's silk. Imported from far away land. It’s women's undergarments.”
“Put them on, Eren.” the King ordered.
Eren quickly obeyed. He put each of his legs through the leg holes and pulled
them up his thighs. As the fabric touched his inner thigh, he felt so exotic
and sensual. He pulled up to his waist, they became a kind of second skin. He
could not help caressing himself in the ladies' panties. A familiar pang of
pain bit his groin, creating an urgent need.
“Turn around.” The King ordered.
He obeyed. He faced a great tree at clearing's edge. His soft skin was pressed
against the smooth and damp bark of the tree. His groin was trapped between the
tree and his body. Gingerly, he parted his legs and perked his bottom. The
King’s palm on his bottom felt warm and Eren swayed his hips on the movement.
Oil dripped from his orifice and wet the undergarment. Fingers pressed against
the fabric, feeling the heat oozing from the loosened hole. Without any sense
of urgency, he slid his fingers inside.
‘How easy was it,’ The King mused to himself as his three fingers disappeared
inside Eren’s orifice.
“They’d prepared me, Milord.”
“Tell me what did they do.” The King whispered to Eren’s ear. He pulled three
fingers out and inserted four, his thumb was teasing at the entrance. Eren
gasped. He felt heat pooling on his groin, without any hope for release. The
binding was tight but refused to break apart. Inside him, the fingers moved
mercilessly. In desperation, he swiveled his hips to the movement of the
fingers.
“They cleansed my bowel and oiled me.”
“How do you became loose in this early morning?” the King demanded answer.
A soft moan escaped from Eren’s lips.
“Master set a dull stick, as big as your fist, on my bed.” he paused, “I had to
ride it and keep it inside me while I was sleeping.”
Eren’s movement became erratic. Using the other hand, the King pinned him
against the tree. The four fingers slid out only to be replaced with five
fingers. Eren gasped for more air before continued, “In the morning he had me
cleaned and oiled.”
Eren eyes widened. It was not only the King’s five fingers but his fist was
sliding in. Without much resistance, his loose hole completely gobbled up the
entire fist, right down to the wrist. Eren’s scream was unhindered as the fist
was yanked out of his orifice. He felt tremor surged his muscles.
The King continued punching the boy’s bottom. His fist was consumed by the dark
gaping hole. Each time he yanked his fist out, he felt the muscles clinging in
a desperate attempt to pull him deeper inside.
Eren could feel his empty asshole throbbing in pain. Usually, he had plenty of
time to ease into it and stretch for a large object. The King went on so
quickly that my ass had no time to get used to being stretched. Eren could hear
his juices dripping off the clenched fist.
Eventually the pain began to subside. His orifice was completely numb to any
discomfort; instead, he was beginning to feel pleasure from it. Eren began to
smile. His movements matched with the Kings. He was unsure whether he was
turned on by the King’s manly groans or the wet flopping sound of his loose
hole. The King yanked his hand out one final time. His fist flung off the
juices.
Eren looked back with hunger in hie eyes as he saw how much the King had taken.
There were wet marks about halfway up to his elbow. Eren never even thought
that he would be able to take the fist, let alone a good portion of his arm
too. A torrent of ass juice and slime pour from the wide-open hole.
"I think that's good for today. I wouldn't want to kill you." He told Eren.
Eren turned around and looked at the King. He saw the age gap between them. In
his teen, Eren was always hungry but the King did not have the same appetite.
He flung his arms around his lord’s neck, trying to make the King changed his
mind.
Yet, the dull ache on his groin reminded him. He was a slave, solely existed to
the amusement of his King. If his King demanded, he must comply. It was not his
right to demand. He must accept whatever given to him. So, Eren kissed his King
and thanked him. A slosh of juice escaped from the youth bottom.
He followed his King from the clearing to their horses, and from there they
rode to the bank of a narrow creek. There the King ordered Eren to dismount and
wash in the gentle cascade of water. The water was as pure as crystal. It was
pure and sweet to the taste.
The King cut the binding and let Eren into the water. As they cleaned each
other, Eren wished that the King saw his dark hole, enlarged from all our
encounters, between his pale buttocks. He fantasized that the King would get
hard and penetrate him on the creek bank.
But the sound of a trumpet sealed Eren’s fate. The King’s aide requested a
permission to speak. The King only had enough time to get both of them dressed
before speaking to his aide. They must return to the Palace immediately for
urgent matter.
Eren looked at the sky. Rainclouds were sweeping in from the southwest, and
that was the direction they were heading. When they reached the castle, both of
them were soaking wet. They walked passed the gate toward the King’s
bedchamber.
Eren suppressed his emotion as he passed Sir Rivaille at the Hall. He hung his
head in shame, like an adulterous lover caught red handed. He heard the King
talked to Sir Rivaille about the Spring Festival. He could not find any reason
for joy, only anguish.
***** A Pouchful of Kindness *****
The Kingdom was bursting merrily for the King’s spring festival, one of the
Kingdom’s biggest festival. Circus and other curious attractions fought for
public attention. Merchants from faraway lands crowded the market place, trying
to sell their products. People flocked from villages and remote towns to watch
attractions in the City Center. There were two parts of the festivals, bazaar
and attraction for everyone and the King’s Spring Party, which was held within
the Palace for the noble families.
Eren had been lingering by the window. He occasionally peeked outside, trying
to satisfied his curiosity. Just like everybody else in the Kingdom, he wanted
to join the festive season. He wanted to try different kind of food and watch
attractions, especially the circus set in a field near the Marketplace. He was
never to the circus, though he heard a lot about it. His mind wandered to
different kind of food sold there. He loves honey dipped nuts the best, the
King bought him a pouchful.
Last year, the King took him to the Marketplace. They walked together in
disguise as wayward travelers. Everything in the Marketplace excited Eren. He
bought almost everything offered to him and watched most attractions, he liked
the flame eater the best. The King allowed him to dance with other people in
the Marketplace. On the way home, one innkeeper gave him a slice of cheese and
some grapes. He was really happy.
This year, Eren had been waiting for the King to take him to the Marketplace.
Yet, the King had been to busy for him. The King did not even mention anything
about the Festive to Eren.
But a wish remained a wish. He needed a permission from the King to venture
out. Unlucky, Eren was not entitled to ask anything from the King. If he wanted
a permit, he had to wait until the King gave it. But the King had been very
busy.
Eren sighed. He knew his day was about to passed without him visiting the
Marketplace, just like the day before and the day before yesterday. He began
wondering whether he should keep hoping.
Eren's other hope was to Sir Reveille, to take him in secret to venture
outside. But the latter had been avoiding him lately. It hurt him somehow. Eren
felt abandoned. He longed for the young lord's love yet it was taken away from
him. Eren was confused. He did not know what had gone wrong. Yet, the young
lord hardly said anything to him. His heart silently weep everything he
remembered his days at Sir Reveille's realm.
Eren continued to linger and his feet brought him to the inner garden. He had
nothing to do. He used to par with Sir Reveille a few times in a day but his
sword was sheathed and hung on the wall for weeks. His books, which used to be
his companion, were no longer a kind of companion he sought after. A few months
ago, Sir Reveille would have with him, talked to and trained him, keeping him
accompany until the King arrived.
He walked toward the King’s stable. His movements were cautious and his eyes
scanned the area, in case there were any of nobles passing by. Upon seeing
Eren, his mare greeted him with a cheerful neigh. She gobbled the apple Eren
gave her and noodled at Eren’s hair. The youth looked around and found that he
was alone. Quietly, he led her out. He could not ride outside without a King’s
permission but he was allowed to ride inside the King’s yard.
The youth only advanced for a few steps forward when he saw Lady Petra. For the
first time in the past weeks, Eren felt a moment of joy. Lady Petra was among a
few who approached Eren without hatred. They walked together toward the King’s
forest. Eren regretted that he forgot to bring his sword.
“Don’t worry. I bring two swords,” she said kindly, “So we can still practice.”
Her answer emitted kindness and friendliness that Eren had carved, recently,
other than the King, there was nobody else who were willing to talk to him.
Talking and sparring with Petra was something he was secretly looking forward.
In training ground, there were so much Eren could learn from her. Lady Petra
was a selected few who was qualified to be Sir Reveille elite guard. However,
her military prowess made other nobles scorned and excluded her from the
Society. Their exclusion made both of them bonded like war-bound soldiers. When
they finished their practice, they laid down on the grass. Petra gave Eren
honey-coated nuts and mead, she bought from the Marketplace. The stars in
Eren’s eyes shone the brightest, those snacks were his favorite. Also, he loved
mead, especially after practice. He gulped the mead thirstily. Lady Petra
watched him with bemused eyes. She had the urge to take care of the youth in
front of her, only if permitted to do so.
"Did Sir Rivaille sent you to meet me?, Eren paused, “It’s my wishful thinking
that he still cares about me.”
Lady Petra looked at Eren kindly, “You shouldn’t question his feelings toward
you.”
“But, he’s been avoiding me. It seems I’ve done something wrong to him.”
“I’m not really sure what’ve happened. But, you should rest assured about his
feeling toward you.”
“You think I should come and visit him?”
Eren looks at Lady Petra, watching gulping mead liked a soldier. He was
patiently waiting for the word of reassurance. But, Lady Petra said nothing.
She gazed to the distance, as if making decision to tell or not to tell.
When finally she made decision, she said, “I saw Detlef and Eber walked around
near the King’s quarter. They ran away when they saw me. I don’t know to whom
they are working for.”
Eren felt his mouth dries, panic stirred in his stomach. He knew both men since
his days in the pleasure quarter. They were mercenaries, usually hired by Lord
Chamberlain.
“You need to be careful, Eren.”
***** Chapter 21 *****
Surely, Eren remembered Detlef and Eber. They were mercenaries, loyal to anyone
who paid them the highest. The one who paid the highest was lord Chamberlain.
They had been working for him since Eren arrived at the Kingdom and placed in
the pleasure quarter.
At that time, Eren used to be their slave. When the King took him from the
pleasure quarter, they tried to assert their claim of ownership. They argued
that Eren was their slave before the King owned him and Eren was no longer a
virgin.
The King rebutted them by saying that Eren was presented to him from the Prince
of the Port Town. It was them who “stole” and tampered a King's property. As
result, they were fined heavily for stealing and tampering a king's property.
The 500 gold ingot paid by each person to the King's confers was what
discouraged everyone from laying their hands on Eren. After all, most of the
nobles were stingy at different levels and the threat of losing their reserve
was a lot scarier than being executed.
Yet, he was curious of what brought back Detlef and Eber after they were being
ripped off by the King. He felt uneasy. He needed to talk to Sir Reveille about
this. Probably Lady Petra already informed the young lord but Eren needed to
hear what the lordship would say about this.
 
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Eren visited Sir Reveille in his study room. He signaled Eren to sit on a chair
across the table, a little bit far from where he sat. Although it made felt
uneasy, Eren took his seat obediently. Once seated, he began talking about how
Lady Petra accidentally met Detlef and Eber lingering in the King’s Quarter.
The young lord did not say anything. The silence made Eren feeling for
uncomfortable.
“Both Detlef and Eber are clearly trespassing to the King’s Quarter,” Eren
added. He hated the silence and he would talk until the other responded. He did
not want to hear Sir Reveille said that Lady Petra had already reported to him.
Eren wanted more for him.
“They’re looking for something in the King’s Quarter. Since they aren’t working
for the King, this can’t be good. They could be spying on our King.”
“My Lord, we must do something!”
But the young lord did not say anything but knitted his eyebrow. He looked at
Eren with puzzled look.
“The King hasn’t said anything to me,” he replied. “I send him the message this
afternoon. But he hasn’t said anything.”
“My Lord, do you think it’s possible that the King is the one who employs those
mercenaries?”
“I can’t say that,” the lord said, “I must wait for the King’s reply.”
Eren began to feel unsettled. Fear was creeping inside him. He did not like the
idea that the King hire mercenaries. He was wondering on what the King’s after
that he needed to hire mercenaries.
“Why he hires those mercenaries? Is he investigating on anything in the King’s
Quarter?”
Sir Rivaille looked at Eren. He started to pity the boy. He truly did not have
anybody and did not have anywhere else to go. He was trapped in the Palace. His
survival solely dependent on the King’s favor.
“Just like a prisoner.” the lord murmured.
Eren was startled. “Did you say anything, Milord?”
The lord smiled at him. He opened his arms to Eren. The latter looked at him in
disbelieved. When the boy did not make any move, the lord walked toward him and
took his hand, pulling him in warm embrace.
***** Chapter 22 *****
The room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh against flesh, sweet
sticky aroma, and muffled screams. Eren bit down his bottom lip, trying to
muffle his cries but there was something about those muffled cries and
whimpering which always managed to push the young lord over the edge. It was
not the first time Sir Rivaille was taking Eren viciously but it still did not
make it any easier.
It was Eren’s voice which encouraged his lover to go harder. To the young
lord’s ears, Eren’s boyish whimpering was breathless. On the other hand, Eren
knew about what the seductiveness of his cries could do because he felt the
young lord grew larger inside him and the hold on his hip was getting tighter
and with two more deep hard thrusts followed by a loud groan. Every brush
against his deep inside caused him to buck against the length as if his life
depended on it. Sir Rivaille knew he had Eren right where he wanted him as he
was vulnerable, on the edge and wanting to come too but not just yet.
Sir Rivaille untied Eren’s bound wrists. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand
gently around the boy’s neck from the front and pulled him to rest on his front
with his head rested on his shoulder. Eren kissed him first lightly on the neck
then he grew more passionate. Somehow it made him feel like the young lord
belong to him and that turned him on even more than he already was.
"Ride me," Sir Rivaille whispered in Eren’s ear.
He heard the youth whimpered with need as he fell on his back. His length stood
proud and demanding. As Eren slowly eased down and took the length inside him,
Sir Rivaille started stroking the youth’s bonded genital, painfully swelling
and about to burst from the oppression of silk ribbon. Eren bit his lip to mask
the burn from his bottom and the pain from his length. He winced and moaned as
he started moving slowly up and down.
Between strokes, Eren liked it when they played rough but this time was
different. Sir Rivaille had not talked to him since their return. He had
ignored Eren and made him believe that whatever between them was no more. The
young lord has behaved as if everything had finished and he no longer wanted
Eren. That hurt like nothing he'd ever felt.
Looking up, Sir Rivaille noticed that Eren was no longer had lust in his eyes
instead there was sadness. It stabbed him like a blunt knife. He stared into
eyes now heavy with unshed tears. He grabbed hold of Eren's hips and flawlessly
flipped them so that the boy was laid out under him without even slipping out
of him. He ignored the surprised look Eren shot at him and pulled Eren’s legs
to wrap around his waist. Eren wrapped his legs around Sir Rivaille tighter and
his arms around his lover’s neck. He was beginning to feel warm and loved.
Their lips brushed but hardly kissed. Sir Rivaille whispered endearments to
Eren’s ear. Gently, he started making deep strokes, Eren whimpered against his
lips. When the youth’s tears started streaming down and his moaning was soft,
he knew that Eren was now getting what he wanted.
To Eren, it was felt so good to have Sir Rivaille like that again but he was he
was also conflicted if he was being completely honest. Did it mean that Sir
Rivaille changed his mind or was it his way of saying goodbye? He wrapped his
arms around the young lord and pulled him closer. He did not want to lose him.
Sir Rivaille picked up his pace and just stared into those green eyes. Eren
whimpered silently. The intense looks that Sir Rivaille was giving him combined
with the friction of his cock rubbing between their bodies had him so close he
could hardly stand it.
“Please, I need..it..." Eren whimpered with quivering lips.
His vice was desperate and his hands were gripping his lover’s body. Their lips
brushing, almost kissing. Sir Rivaille’s hand slid on the youth’s lower body.
Skillfully, his fingers untied the ribbon. Eren gasped at the sudden flow of
blood. The caged snake was finally set free. He felt his body came alive,
pulsating. It turned that his body was more sensitive than before-that the
slightest touch set him on fire.
Sir Rivaille took one of Eren’s nipples between his teeth causing him to hold
his head down on it not wanting him to stop.
"Milord..pl... please I need,"Eren begged and tossed his head side to side.
Eren's eyes rolled back as he trembled and came heavily on Sir Rivaille's hand
and between them. Eren felt Sir Rivaille's walls coming down on him he knew he
couldn't stop what was coming and with three more long hard thrusts he threw
his head back as he and let oblivion taking over.
Both of them grunts and groans as Sir Rivaille came down from his high. He fell
on top of Eren and buried his head in the crook of his neck. He cradled Eren's
head with one hand while he wrapped the other around his very muscular
contoured back with one leg still wrapped around him while the other was
stretched out on the bed. They both laid there for a while in each other's arms
until both their breathing returned to normal.
Sir Rivaille rose up on his forearm and pulled his spent cock out Eren. He
turned over on the bed on his back while pulling Eren to lie on his chest.
There was a blissful silence, Eren wished they could just stay like this
forever.
***** Chapter 23 *****
The height of the Spring festival was the celebration in the King’s Palace,
where the King, royal family, foreign dignitary, and King’s closest allies
gather. It is the most sumptuous celebration after the harvest. A celebration
of food, wine, and exotic entertainment that bordering close to debauchery.
The King was sitting in the middle of the room. Despite his gay attitude toward
his guests and the performers, his eyes were in every corner of the room,
observing and silently counting his guests and those who slipped away from the
room.
He was amused at Nile’s awkwardness and nodded when his cousins gave him a sign
that they were leaving. The King was also aware of the absence of Sir Reveille
and wondered where the young lord might be. His heart secretly sighed that Eren
was forbidden to attend the Party.
The wine in his glass began to warm but he refused his aide offers to replace
his drink. A clang sound of coins dropped and the performers thanked him and
quickly grabbed them. The King suddenly remembered the event happened nine
years ago. He was visiting Sina port city for venturing new trade route. The
Prince of the City welcomed him warmly.
On the last day of the King visit, the Prince set an entertainment the King was
too polite to refuse. So, he sat politely through the party he hardly
interested in. There was a child wine bearer, a slave boy with stunning green
eyes. The boy caught the King’s fancy and he gave him ten gold coins upon him
leaving.
The King smiled upon the memory. He remembered he did not have the chance to
take Eren to the Fair. Tomorrow was the last day. He made promise to himself
that he would take Eren first thing in the morning.
The King was deep in his daydreaming when he realized that the Party was halt
by a commotion coming through the door.
Lord Chamberlain’s men dropped Eren in the middle of the party. Everything
stopped. The music, chatters, and laughter were silenced, jesters stopped mid-
action and dropped their balls. Dancers were petrified, they huddled closed to
each other like a band of meerkat.
Eren hunched in the middle of the merry hall, completely naked saved for his
jewelry. His breath was labored. His body was trembling from anger. He was
about to utter a word when a loud crack sounded as Lord Chamberlain’s whip
lashed hit Eren’s back.
“YOUR HIGHNESS! THIS SLAVE IS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH ANOTHER MAN!” he shouted.
The hall was quickly filled with murmurs.
“I CAUGHT HIM REDHANDED THOUGH I MISSED HIS LOVER.”
“NO!!!” Eren shouted, “THAT’S A LIE!”
“HE BROKE INTO MY ROOM AND DRAGGED ME HERE!”
“Your Highness, look at him. He even dares to lie,” Lord Chamberlain argued.
“If he were right, why is he naked?” he sneered, “He was prostituting himself
here, right inside your palace.”
“He lies, My Lord.” Eren argued.
“My clothes were torn from my body by force then I was dragged here.”
Another loud whip crack echoed. Eren fell to the ground. He tried to stand up
but another blow came. Lord Chamberlain continued whipping Eren hard until he
laid on the floor, covering his face. Some people in the Hall gasped and the
rest cringed.
When he realized that Eren could not stand, he spoke, “Your Highness, the slave
even dares to accuse me.”
“He betrayed you, Your Highness,” he continued, “He deserved to be hung, just
like other traitors.”
Eren looked at the King and said, “My Lord, I’m your humblest servant. I never
betray you.”
“SILENCED!’” Lord Chamberlain shouted.
“You’re the lowest and most disgusting creatures! You deserved to be torture
and hung to death!” said the angry Lord as he began dragging Eren out of the
Hall.
The sound of the King's royal staff hitting the floor echoed in the Hall.
Everyone was silenced. Lord Chamberlain dropped Eren to the ground.
The King pointed the jeweled end of his staff toward Eren.
“Eren, sit here.” The King commanded. His voice stern, filling the room with
authority.
Eren did his best to walked, though he stumbled a few times, toward where the
King sit. He was about to sit on the floor but the King took his arm and helped
Eren to sit on his lap. Then, the King wrapped Eren with his robe, completely
covering his nakedness.
Seeing this Lord Chamberlain began to protest but the King silenced him.
“Lord Chamberlain, Eren is a gift for me. Thus, he belongs to me and only to
me. I who has the authority over his life and dead. I can keep or dispose him
as I please. I am the only one who can punish him whenever I see it fit. No one
else but I could punish him. From now on, I forbid anyone to touch him without
my consent.”
A flash of anger showed in Lord Chamberlain’s eye. But he bowed down and comply
with the King’s order. His body was still shaking in anger when he excused
himself.
The party resumed but not in the same spirit and gayness as before. When the
King excused himself, with Eren tucked in his arms, the party was over.
===============================================================================
The King put Eren in the Princess Quarter. When Eren protested, the King told
him that he was not sober and he would rather have Eren stayed in the Princess
Quarter. The King was adamant with his decision.
When Eren finally gave up, the King returned to his chamber.
 
***** The Coup *****
Erwin was awakened by the strong smell of something burning and tremendous
noise. When he opened his eyes, he saw his elite guards were standing in his
room, their face taunt facing the door, ready to fight.
Erwin grabbed his robe and jumped out the bed. He was about to dash toward the
door when he saw Nile, Mike, and Hans rushing toward him.
“Erwin! You must remain calm. We've got everything under control.”
“What's happening?”
Nile did not answer him straight away. At the moment of silence, Erwin glance
wandered at the window. He saw the Princess Quarter burning.
Erwin leaped and yelled, only restrained by Nile and the others.
“Calm down, Erwin!” Nile shouted, “Everything is under control.”
“I put Eren in Princess Quarter.”
“He's safe. I've got him.”
Erwin breathed deeply. He knew to be calm mean to have upper hand in any
situation. He must control his emotions. He saw Nile dismissed the guards and
Mike gently led him to a nearby chair. Hans offered him a glass of whiskey and
he drained it in one gulp.
“Tell me what's happening.” He ordered.
Mike and Hans exchanged look and nodded. Hans opened her mouth.
“Lord Chamberlain committed suicide at midnight. He hangs himself on the Church
tower. It did not take long for people to find his body. Those people from the
Party talked of what had happened in the Party, about how you shamed Lord
Chamberlain in front of the guests. The Clerics mobilized the people for they
called justice.”
Erwin gave a signal to his aide to bring him more whiskey. His eyes were fixed
outside, on the burning quarter.
“Why the riot could breach the Palace?” he asked. His tone was calm and became
more authoritative.
“We suspect that a few Party guests started the fire.”
The King’s aide brought more whiskey on silver tray. This time everyone drank.
“Is there any breach?”
“No.” Mike answered sternly, “Nile handled the leaders. Some still gathered at
the Gate but mostly has returned home.”
“How about those who started the fire?”
“Already detained for further questioning.” Hans quickly replied.
The King turned toward his aide, “Dress me. I need to have a meeting now.”
***** The Palace Underbelly *****
Eren woke up by the strange feeling tingling on his spine, something that Sir
Reveille told him that it was his “warrior instinct”.
He saw Lord Nile standing beside his bed with the expression of everything but
kindness. His heart creaked in apprehension of danger. Lord Nile never liked
him and had done everything to make Eren knew how he felt. Yet, Eren's manner
kicked in and greeted the lordship.
“My Lord.”
The lordship did not answer, only ordered him to get up and follow him. Eren
quickly put on the robe the King gave him last night and walked following his
lordship. Behind him, Eren could hear the crowd’s noise and the stench of
something burning. He stopped and turned back to look but Lord Nile hit him and
shoved him forward. He was unsure and he did not trust the lordship but he did
not have any choice.
They walked in a maze, Eren never had been before. They walked deeper into the
maze in the dark with only a flicker of candle. There were many turns but one
thing for sure, they descended deeper into the belly of the Palace. Eren’s
stomach clenched. He had heard many stories about the Palace underbelly. Once
prisoners entered, they would never leave the place. The reality hit him. He
knew it that the king did not have the heart to execute him and the only
solution was Eren must disappear. Eren clenched the robe tighter. His steps
slowed down without his intention. Seeing this, Lord Nile hit him and ordered
him to move on. They descended stone stairs and stopped in front of a wooden
door.
Lord Nile opened it and told Eren to enter. The room behind the door was dark
and without window but a small hole. The room itself containing a cot, a small
table and a chair. Eren sat on a chair as he watched the door being shut and
the lock clicked.
He was confused. But might be not. This must be the King's punishment, his
crime had been found out. He was to remain in the Palace underbelly
indefinitely. Nobody knew where he was kept, not Lady Petra, not Sir Rivaille.
It was likely he would never meet anyone anymore. Eren cried in silent agony.
End Notes
     It started out when I was waiting for my yoga class. I wanted it to
     be a pure PWP in medieval setting.
     The same fic is also in ff.net under whistling.whiskey pen name.
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