Ficlet: The King's Pleasure
Title: The King’s Pleasure
Author: aunteeneenah
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 532
Pairing: Connor/Royalty
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. I just bend them to suit my needs and then put them back together. I make nothing from this.
A/N: This idea grew from an entirely innocent comment made by our beloved hound during daily chat. Please forgive me. My mind just had to go there. My thanks go out to the lovely fififolle for the quick beta.
Summary: King Hilary The Third is bored.
King Hilary the Third was bored. He looked around at his concubines, male and female, all of whom were willing to please him in whatever way he wished but he wanted nothing of what they offered. He wanted something new.As he looked around he saw a young man in a corner, quietly meditating. He motioned for his man-at-arms to come closer and asked, “Sir Ryan, who is that young man? His visage is most comely and I don’t recall seeing him before.”
“My Liege, he is Connor, the son of my kinswoman, and is here until such time as he is collected by the advance guard of the High Priestess Abigail. She of the Temple of Ashtiga, Goddess of Pleasure.”
“Boy!” the King called. “Come before me.”
The youth rose gracefully from the cushion upon which he’d been seated and approached. The King watched him with a predatory gleam and when he reached the King, Connor sank to his knees.
“What is it you wish of me, my lord?” He asked.
“I wish for you to remove your clothing so that I may look upon you,” was the King’s instruction.
The young man did as he was told and removed his clothing revealing something unexpected, a chastity belt.
“What is this?” King Hilary asked the young man.
“I am promised to the Goddess Ashtiga, my lord, and as such, have never lain with a woman or man,” Connor answered, keeping his eyes downcast.
“You are intact and a virgin?” King Hilary was confused. The practice was for a young man to be made a eunuch before they could serve in a temple, however, even with the chastity belt, he could see that this young man had been truly gifted by the gods.
King Hilary had not had a virgin for many a long year and he wanted the one before him, for he had a beautiful face and form with dark eyes, pale skin, long dark hair, a lean physique, and a cupid’s bow mouth that the King longed to have wrapped around his manhood.
“He is intact because the Priestess has no wish for a eunuch. As High Priestess to the Goddess of Pleasure she has other plans for his rather impressive endowment,” explained Sir Ryan.
“As the King, do I not have the right to partake of these… endowments?” King Hilary stated.
“My lord,” whispered Connor, “I am promised to the Goddess Ashtiga. I fear for you should you take what has been promised to the gods, but there may be a compromise.” He looked up at the King under his lashes.
Sir Ryan smiled. “My lord, my young kinsman has another… talent of which you may partake as the Priestess Abigail has no use for it.”
“What might that be?” asked the King, intrigued.
The young man, Connor, smiled. “My lord, I have no gag reflex.”
King Hilary grinned and pulled his tunic aside, revealing his hard, leaking cock. “Well then, young Connor, pleasure your king.”
Connor licked his lips and moved closer. “With pleasure, my lord,” and with a smile, he engulfed the King’s regal manhood, taking him deep into his throat.
The King was very pleased, indeed.