I can't...seem to stop. >_>
Title: A Day in the Life of a Demon King
Author: Chu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy? Crack?
Pairing: Yuuram
Summary: Conrad fans will hate me for this.
Yuuri tapped his foot impatiently against finely-stitched carpet, glaring at the paperwork steadily increasing before him. His attendants had formed a steady flow of traffic into and out of his office, casually dropping off stack after stack of tax reports and then going on their way. He envied the carefree lifestyles of his servants-- all they had to do was their daily schedule and go back home to their families. He, however, got stuck with making the big decisions.
He trashed eight queries from various noblemen requesting the age of consent be lowered to twelve and continued brooding.
No, all this stress just would not do for the Maou. It was nearing nightfall, his hand was cramping, and he had much better ideas for how to spend his evening other than signing off tax returns. Decision made, he told the next attendant to have the eunuch prepare his harem.
The kindly man was standing at the entrance to the room where fifty-three concubines lay in wait. Yuuri spared a smile for his current eunuch-- he had to have the last one killed because he kept sneaking into the Maou's room and shortsheeting his bed. "Hello, Conrad. Have all the preparations gone well?"
The older man bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty. They anxiously await your choice for this evening."
As he stepped into the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before him was a sea of lovely radiance, all fair-haired, green-eyed beauties. As Maou, this was his most prized possession.
His Wolfram harem.
At his feet, a vision of sweetness in pink was on his hands and knees. To either side of him, now clinging to his hands, two gloriously nude boys kneeled, one of them possessively clutching the aforementioned appendage and the other nipping at his wrist playfully. The rest of them began crawling forward, claiming his arms and legs, and the few that were bold enough came to their feet and layed kisses all over his face, down his neck and across his shoulders.
Each and every one identical, with the exception of their personalities.
He considered taking two or three of them tonight. Eager faces peered up at him, and one started sucking his earlobe. The majority of them were swathed in the finest chiffon, nothing more than bellies decorated with gleaming rings and a pair of kohl-lined eyes visible.
He paused.
"So many decisions to make...I'm taking a break from making choices. I'll be taking them all to my quarters tonight, Conrad."
Yuuri payed no mind to the eunuch's shocked face amidst all the delighted squeals from his harem. "I'll satisfy all fifty-three of you."
Two hours, three Wolframs later...
Yuuri propped himself against the headboard and lit up a cigarette. "Holy shit." He muttered, even as a pale hand crept up the inside of his thigh. "Hey...HEY! Haven't I been with you already?!"
Sometime after midnight...
The first Wolfram whined, tugging at a limp arm as his companions crowded in on the Maou. Fed up, he barked at one of the others, "Here, grab his knees."
Wolfram #27 looked worried. "But, he's not..."
The thirty-second Wolfram sniped, "It doesn't matter. Don't you know a man's body still responds even while unconscious? Did you sleep through Whoring 101?"
Raucous cheering nearly shook the foundation of the palace.
"Take off his pants!"
"I have his arm! His arm is mine and you can't have it! Muwahahaha!"
"Let's use this to hold him up..."
"Hey! Watch where you poke things!"
Author: Chu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy? Crack?
Pairing: Yuuram
Summary: Conrad fans will hate me for this.
Yuuri tapped his foot impatiently against finely-stitched carpet, glaring at the paperwork steadily increasing before him. His attendants had formed a steady flow of traffic into and out of his office, casually dropping off stack after stack of tax reports and then going on their way. He envied the carefree lifestyles of his servants-- all they had to do was their daily schedule and go back home to their families. He, however, got stuck with making the big decisions.
He trashed eight queries from various noblemen requesting the age of consent be lowered to twelve and continued brooding.
No, all this stress just would not do for the Maou. It was nearing nightfall, his hand was cramping, and he had much better ideas for how to spend his evening other than signing off tax returns. Decision made, he told the next attendant to have the eunuch prepare his harem.
The kindly man was standing at the entrance to the room where fifty-three concubines lay in wait. Yuuri spared a smile for his current eunuch-- he had to have the last one killed because he kept sneaking into the Maou's room and shortsheeting his bed. "Hello, Conrad. Have all the preparations gone well?"
The older man bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty. They anxiously await your choice for this evening."
As he stepped into the room, he breathed a sigh of relief. Before him was a sea of lovely radiance, all fair-haired, green-eyed beauties. As Maou, this was his most prized possession.
His Wolfram harem.
At his feet, a vision of sweetness in pink was on his hands and knees. To either side of him, now clinging to his hands, two gloriously nude boys kneeled, one of them possessively clutching the aforementioned appendage and the other nipping at his wrist playfully. The rest of them began crawling forward, claiming his arms and legs, and the few that were bold enough came to their feet and layed kisses all over his face, down his neck and across his shoulders.
Each and every one identical, with the exception of their personalities.
He considered taking two or three of them tonight. Eager faces peered up at him, and one started sucking his earlobe. The majority of them were swathed in the finest chiffon, nothing more than bellies decorated with gleaming rings and a pair of kohl-lined eyes visible.
He paused.
"So many decisions to make...I'm taking a break from making choices. I'll be taking them all to my quarters tonight, Conrad."
Yuuri payed no mind to the eunuch's shocked face amidst all the delighted squeals from his harem. "I'll satisfy all fifty-three of you."
Two hours, three Wolframs later...
Yuuri propped himself against the headboard and lit up a cigarette. "Holy shit." He muttered, even as a pale hand crept up the inside of his thigh. "Hey...HEY! Haven't I been with you already?!"
Sometime after midnight...
The first Wolfram whined, tugging at a limp arm as his companions crowded in on the Maou. Fed up, he barked at one of the others, "Here, grab his knees."
Wolfram #27 looked worried. "But, he's not..."
The thirty-second Wolfram sniped, "It doesn't matter. Don't you know a man's body still responds even while unconscious? Did you sleep through Whoring 101?"
Raucous cheering nearly shook the foundation of the palace.
"Take off his pants!"
"I have his arm! His arm is mine and you can't have it! Muwahahaha!"
"Let's use this to hold him up..."
"Hey! Watch where you poke things!"