Piety (1/1)
Title: Piety (1/1) (totally unaffiliated with the Lepic)
Author: ratherbrightred
Pairing: Baldwin/Balian, mention of Balian/wifey and Baldwin/Tiberias
Rating: nc-17!
Summary: Pious!Balian worships Baldwin's icky feet
A/N: Happy Sunday morning! Instead of going to church, I have written more Baldwin porn. Peace be with you. Inspired by rickmangled's post about licking lepers. I am taking up my own challenge. This Baldwin is less sweet than the Lepic's Baldy.
and a disclaimer: Obviously Baldwin & Balian & Tiberias are not gay together, although Baldwin doesn't have much of a choice, given that the only woman in the film is his sister. None of these characters belong to me, and I mean no offense.
I was surprised when Balian turned up again. It was getting dark outside, and I was already in bed, staring at but not reading a book. I had been thinking about Balian, thinking rather inappropriate thoughts, if truth be told, so I was a bit shocked to see him materialize at the foot of my bed, almost as if I had conjured him. I realized that if I truly had conjured him, he would be naked, sweaty, and shoving his cock down my throat. This clothed, timid version was nothing like the image in my mind.
"Yes Balian?" I shut my book, tilting my head so I could see him better through my mask.
"My lord, I…would it be terribly presumptuous of me if I asked you…well…"
"What do you want, Balian?"
"I was just in the chapel, you know, praying, as you do, and I had this thought, or, idea, or vision or something, that I should maybe offer to, um, well…I would like it if you would let me wash your feet."
I snorted, turning it into a cough just in time. This was not the first time an over-excited zealot had wanted to worship my disgusting feet and ankles, but it was the first time a man had offered. Usually strange pilgrim women ended up sitting at my feet praying and sucking on my sores; this did nothing for me. In fact, it was a huge waste of time, and I'd recently decided not to let it happen again. But for Balian I would make an exception. "Of course, Balian. I imagine you to be more penitent than most. The wash basin is just there. And you'll have to help me with my trousers."
He nodded, the model of efficiency as he situated the basin and knelt in front of me, biting his lip as I clumsily gathered up my white robe. I sighed when I felt his fingers undo the waist of my trousers and pull them down. It was not strictly necessary to take my pants off for this ordeal, but Balian didn't need to know that. "Thank you," I whispered, stepping out of the puddle of silk and perching on the edge of the bed. I left my robe gathered at my waist, giving him an eyeful of the royal testicles as I let my knees fall open, extending one bandaged foot to him. I smirked at the shocked look on his face and the blush that spread across his cheeks.
"You're so small," he whispered, holding my foot in his hand after unwrapping my bandages. "Does it hurt?" he asked, unwrapping the other foot and looking up at me.
"I feel nothing, not even your touch."
"Oh." Balian bit his lip again, a very endearing habit, and started washing my exceptionally unattractive appendages. He bent down and planted a gentle kiss on a particularly juicy sore, bending my foot back and kissing the underside.
"Do you do this on behalf of your late wife?" I asked. He nodded.
"God does not love me," he said softly, shaking his head. "But God might still love her, if I do enough to…make up for her sins. My own sins, nothing can make up for those."
"Oh, we've all wanted to whack a priest at one point or another. It's completely forgivable."
"You know?" he pulled away, looking up at me with alarm.
"Your Hospitaler friend filled me in."
"I see." He continued lapping at my oozing pus-filled toes, his hand wandering further up my calf until I could at last feel his touch. I shivered. As my cock twitched agreeably in my lap, I wondered if it was wired directly to that spot on my calf. "You can feel that?"
I nodded, sighing contentedly as he cupped my other calf in his free hand and bent his head to my knee, leaving a trail of light kisses on my pale skin.
"Tell me about your wife," I said, listening to him ramble on about her beauty and her piety, all the while massaging my calves and tickling the backs of my knees. "Were you a virgin when you married?"
He paled noticeably and looked up at me, his deep brown eyes wide and innocent as he nodded. He looked down, undoubtedly noticed my very obvious erection, then looked back up at my perpetually calm silver complexion. I could barely remember a time when I had been a virgin. I had talked Tiberias into fucking me years ago when I was well underage, before my leprosy had progressed beyond my numb forearm. I was very persuasive when I needed to be, and had since then bedded a series of loyal knights. None of them had come to me with Balian's peculiar pious intentions. This was a fresh twist on a tired seduction narrative that almost bored me at this point.
"Tell me what you did with her on your wedding night. Tell me."
Balian was appropriately shocked by this request. I reached out and ran my bandaged hand over his hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer. His mouth was a few inches from my cock, and his eyes flickered between my eyes and my half naked crotch.
"I remember she kissed me," he began hesitantly. "And she let me undress her."
"Did she take you in her mouth?"
"Yes, but not…I didn't, you know. Not all the way."
"What else?"
"I kissed her breasts," he said, blushing. He tried to look away, but found himself staring at the growing wet spot on my gown. I stayed my hand, tempted to close the gap between his lips and my cock.
"Did you put your mouth on her?"
"You mean…down there?"
I smiled. "Yes, down there."
"No."
"Did you ever?"
"Yes, eventually, but not…not that night."
"Did you take her from behind?"
"Once," he said, his complexion deepening into a splotchy red flush.
"And did you put your mouth on her then?"
"No," he said quickly, looking up at me with alarm as I draped my knee over his shoulder and situated myself so that he had a nice view of my hole. "King Baldwin, you…um…I've never…er…"
"You've never been with a man?"
"No."
"Come closer." I pulled away and indicated that he should sit beside me. "I'm sure God loves you well for what you have done for me tonight," I whispered, slipping my hand around his waist and pulling him down to the bed before settling myself beside him. I moved my hand lower and cupped his hard cock in my palm. "And I would love you even better if you would do more. I see that you are not uninterested."
"What…what should I do?"
I smiled again. Well, "leered" is probably more accurate. I had a very active imagination, and this scenario was shaping up to be better than many of my best daydreams. Most of my subjects didn't know that their king was a conniving pervert, but something had to entertain me during long periods of bed rest and the endless council meetings I had to sit through. I usually picked a knight, or hell, even two or three, and imagined long, energetic orgies that culminated in getting fucked through the mattress. I had convinced a few people to pursue this sort of thing with me, Tiberias chief among them, but he was always guilty and angst-ridden about it, constantly muttering "I could be your father, for fuck's sake."
Balian was still staring at me, wide-eyed and flushed. "Take your clothes off," I said, settling back in my pile of pillows and enjoying the view. He sat at my feet, fidgeting a bit with his hair, his head turned away. "Do you touch yourself, Balian?" He looked at me sharply, but nodded. "Show me," I told him, nodding encouragingly as he took his cock in his hand. He was very gentle with himself, his fingers lightly running over the head of his substantial erection. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside me.
"You look very pretty doing that," I whispered, pulling my robe up over my waist and letting my dripping cock taste the cool night air. Balian looked at me and drew his breath in, moving his hand more urgently when he caught sight of me. I sensed he was close; I let my legs fall open and smiled when he moved closer, pushing up against me just in time, his come spraying across my stomach. He caught his breath, wiped up his mess with his discarded robe, and held his palm against my hollow stomach.
"You're too thin," he said. I imagined about a million more romantic phrases he might have chosen. Balian wasn't too thin. He looked like he had a layer of blubber or baby fat, and his cheeks were so full and round I wanted to pinch them. "What else would you like me to do?" he asked after a long pause. His hands moved to my hips, his thumbs gently pushing into the soft flesh inside my sharp hipbones.
"Open that drawer," I told him. He did, pulling out the only thing in there, a small vial of oil. I sat up and then knelt in front of him, resting my head and chest on a stack of pillows and wiggling my bottom in my air. "Let me feel your sweet tongue inside me," I whispered, wondering if he would oblige me. I could see myself turning and running were I in his position.
"What do I do with the oil?"
"Just hold onto it."
"Oh." I felt the mattress dip as he arranged himself between my spread knees, his hands warm on my hips. His thumbs pulled me open, and I felt his breath on my skin, then his tongue. "Is that all right?"
I answered him with a long moan, enjoying his approach. He was slow and thorough, his warm wet tongue traveling up and down my crack, which I knew to be as smooth as a baby's. I was blessed with very little hair back there, something Tiberias was constantly remarking upon, claiming that my smooth ass "gives the word jailbait a whole new meaning."
At last he settled around my hole, pushing his tongue inside and then fitting his lips around me and sucking on me. Tiberias wasn't very interested in rimming. I was forever begging him for it, and when he did indulge me, he was quite cursory, giving my ass a few quick kisses, pushing his tongue into me once or twice, then pulling away and moving on to the main event. Balian, on the other hand, was giving himself over to it completely, even letting a small moan escape his mouth. I trembled at the feeling of his lips vibrating against me, relishing each slow dip of his tongue as he pulled me open with his hands and buried his nose in the cleft of my ass. I would have happily let him lick me for hours, but he eventually pulled away, apologizing profusely. "My neck, my lord, I'm so sorry, but I'm a bit sore, and-"
"It's quite all right," I said reassuringly. "Use your fingers." I felt his hands pull away and then return, his left hand on my hip, the slick tip of his finger gently rubbing against my hole before slowly entering me. "Deeper," I whispered, pushing against him. "Push down, toward my stomach." He obliged and I whimpered shamelessly, spreading my legs wider and rocking back and forth against his hand. He added another finger and moved his free hand lower, cupping my balls and squeezing them.
"Is that…am I doing it right?"
"Oh yes," I replied, barely able to speak.
"Is there…anything else?"
"I think you know what else there is," I said, reveling in the warmth of his large palm on the small of my back, pushing my gown up higher. He bent down and I faintly felt his mouth on the few but truly hideous sores on my back.
He added a third finger, slowing his strokes until I pushed back against his hand and groaned in frustration.
"Turn over," he said, pulling away and arranging me among the pillows so I faced him, my head propped up and my legs on his shoulders. I watched him drizzle a bit of oil over the head of his cock; it twitched in response. He gripped my hip to keep me still and pushed into me slowly, taking one of my feet in his hand and bringing my ankle to his mouth. He sucked on a particularly foul blemish, shutting his eyes and pushing deeper inside me, kissing his way up my calf until he had to bend over to press his lips to the back of my knee. "You must suffer so much," he whispered, switching feet and nibbling at my toes while he moved in and out of me, his pace unhurried and teasing.
"I feel nothing, truly," I said, wriggling my hips closer to him. He stopped me, pushing me gently but firmly into the mattress.
"Oh, but you must," he insisted, shaking his head. He looked into my eyes, lifting his hold on my hips and letting me move against him, his hands resting on the insides of my thighs, parting them further until my feet dangled at his sides. "You have beautiful eyes," he whispered, reaching out and touching my silver cheek. I was quite speechless at that point; pushing my thighs apart had shifted the angle of his thrusts, and I was overwhelmed with sensation as he rubbed over that spot that felt so good.
My breath caught in my throat as I came; I felt my ass pinch around him and pull him along with me. He dropped forward onto his elbows, opening his mouth and kissing the warm metal lips of my mask before burying his head in the veil that covered my neck. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, as if his heart was lodged between my legs. I sighed as he wriggled his arms underneath me and held me close. I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his hair with my bandaged fingers.
"I didn't even touch you," he whispered, squeezing me tighter. "You came without me touching you."
"I'm very sensitive," I said, not sure how to respond.
"You were so aroused," he went on. He was evidently a talker. "Bless her sweet heart, but my wife never looked that way when I made love to her."
"Ssh, Balian, just hold me." He started to say something else. "Ssh, be quiet." I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his warm arms around my back, the sweet smell of his sweat, his breath hot on my neck.
"Let me stay the night with you," Balian whispered. I nodded, murmuring a protest as he pulled away from me. He put out all the lamps and candles and arranged the sheets so I was tucked between them before crawling in beside me and curling up behind me, his chest warm against my back. I reached up and fumbled with my mask, finding it tangled in my veil. He helped me, setting it on the bed beside me and arranging my veil over my bandaged face. I buried my head in the pillows, smiling when he followed me beneath them and kissed the back of my neck.
I wished that more attractive young men would get it into their heads that my feet deserved their intimate attention. Thank God for Christian piety, I thought, drifting off to sleep.
Author: ratherbrightred
Pairing: Baldwin/Balian, mention of Balian/wifey and Baldwin/Tiberias
Rating: nc-17!
Summary: Pious!Balian worships Baldwin's icky feet
A/N: Happy Sunday morning! Instead of going to church, I have written more Baldwin porn. Peace be with you. Inspired by rickmangled's post about licking lepers. I am taking up my own challenge. This Baldwin is less sweet than the Lepic's Baldy.
and a disclaimer: Obviously Baldwin & Balian & Tiberias are not gay together, although Baldwin doesn't have much of a choice, given that the only woman in the film is his sister. None of these characters belong to me, and I mean no offense.
I was surprised when Balian turned up again. It was getting dark outside, and I was already in bed, staring at but not reading a book. I had been thinking about Balian, thinking rather inappropriate thoughts, if truth be told, so I was a bit shocked to see him materialize at the foot of my bed, almost as if I had conjured him. I realized that if I truly had conjured him, he would be naked, sweaty, and shoving his cock down my throat. This clothed, timid version was nothing like the image in my mind.
"Yes Balian?" I shut my book, tilting my head so I could see him better through my mask.
"My lord, I…would it be terribly presumptuous of me if I asked you…well…"
"What do you want, Balian?"
"I was just in the chapel, you know, praying, as you do, and I had this thought, or, idea, or vision or something, that I should maybe offer to, um, well…I would like it if you would let me wash your feet."
I snorted, turning it into a cough just in time. This was not the first time an over-excited zealot had wanted to worship my disgusting feet and ankles, but it was the first time a man had offered. Usually strange pilgrim women ended up sitting at my feet praying and sucking on my sores; this did nothing for me. In fact, it was a huge waste of time, and I'd recently decided not to let it happen again. But for Balian I would make an exception. "Of course, Balian. I imagine you to be more penitent than most. The wash basin is just there. And you'll have to help me with my trousers."
He nodded, the model of efficiency as he situated the basin and knelt in front of me, biting his lip as I clumsily gathered up my white robe. I sighed when I felt his fingers undo the waist of my trousers and pull them down. It was not strictly necessary to take my pants off for this ordeal, but Balian didn't need to know that. "Thank you," I whispered, stepping out of the puddle of silk and perching on the edge of the bed. I left my robe gathered at my waist, giving him an eyeful of the royal testicles as I let my knees fall open, extending one bandaged foot to him. I smirked at the shocked look on his face and the blush that spread across his cheeks.
"You're so small," he whispered, holding my foot in his hand after unwrapping my bandages. "Does it hurt?" he asked, unwrapping the other foot and looking up at me.
"I feel nothing, not even your touch."
"Oh." Balian bit his lip again, a very endearing habit, and started washing my exceptionally unattractive appendages. He bent down and planted a gentle kiss on a particularly juicy sore, bending my foot back and kissing the underside.
"Do you do this on behalf of your late wife?" I asked. He nodded.
"God does not love me," he said softly, shaking his head. "But God might still love her, if I do enough to…make up for her sins. My own sins, nothing can make up for those."
"Oh, we've all wanted to whack a priest at one point or another. It's completely forgivable."
"You know?" he pulled away, looking up at me with alarm.
"Your Hospitaler friend filled me in."
"I see." He continued lapping at my oozing pus-filled toes, his hand wandering further up my calf until I could at last feel his touch. I shivered. As my cock twitched agreeably in my lap, I wondered if it was wired directly to that spot on my calf. "You can feel that?"
I nodded, sighing contentedly as he cupped my other calf in his free hand and bent his head to my knee, leaving a trail of light kisses on my pale skin.
"Tell me about your wife," I said, listening to him ramble on about her beauty and her piety, all the while massaging my calves and tickling the backs of my knees. "Were you a virgin when you married?"
He paled noticeably and looked up at me, his deep brown eyes wide and innocent as he nodded. He looked down, undoubtedly noticed my very obvious erection, then looked back up at my perpetually calm silver complexion. I could barely remember a time when I had been a virgin. I had talked Tiberias into fucking me years ago when I was well underage, before my leprosy had progressed beyond my numb forearm. I was very persuasive when I needed to be, and had since then bedded a series of loyal knights. None of them had come to me with Balian's peculiar pious intentions. This was a fresh twist on a tired seduction narrative that almost bored me at this point.
"Tell me what you did with her on your wedding night. Tell me."
Balian was appropriately shocked by this request. I reached out and ran my bandaged hand over his hair, cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer. His mouth was a few inches from my cock, and his eyes flickered between my eyes and my half naked crotch.
"I remember she kissed me," he began hesitantly. "And she let me undress her."
"Did she take you in her mouth?"
"Yes, but not…I didn't, you know. Not all the way."
"What else?"
"I kissed her breasts," he said, blushing. He tried to look away, but found himself staring at the growing wet spot on my gown. I stayed my hand, tempted to close the gap between his lips and my cock.
"Did you put your mouth on her?"
"You mean…down there?"
I smiled. "Yes, down there."
"No."
"Did you ever?"
"Yes, eventually, but not…not that night."
"Did you take her from behind?"
"Once," he said, his complexion deepening into a splotchy red flush.
"And did you put your mouth on her then?"
"No," he said quickly, looking up at me with alarm as I draped my knee over his shoulder and situated myself so that he had a nice view of my hole. "King Baldwin, you…um…I've never…er…"
"You've never been with a man?"
"No."
"Come closer." I pulled away and indicated that he should sit beside me. "I'm sure God loves you well for what you have done for me tonight," I whispered, slipping my hand around his waist and pulling him down to the bed before settling myself beside him. I moved my hand lower and cupped his hard cock in my palm. "And I would love you even better if you would do more. I see that you are not uninterested."
"What…what should I do?"
I smiled again. Well, "leered" is probably more accurate. I had a very active imagination, and this scenario was shaping up to be better than many of my best daydreams. Most of my subjects didn't know that their king was a conniving pervert, but something had to entertain me during long periods of bed rest and the endless council meetings I had to sit through. I usually picked a knight, or hell, even two or three, and imagined long, energetic orgies that culminated in getting fucked through the mattress. I had convinced a few people to pursue this sort of thing with me, Tiberias chief among them, but he was always guilty and angst-ridden about it, constantly muttering "I could be your father, for fuck's sake."
Balian was still staring at me, wide-eyed and flushed. "Take your clothes off," I said, settling back in my pile of pillows and enjoying the view. He sat at my feet, fidgeting a bit with his hair, his head turned away. "Do you touch yourself, Balian?" He looked at me sharply, but nodded. "Show me," I told him, nodding encouragingly as he took his cock in his hand. He was very gentle with himself, his fingers lightly running over the head of his substantial erection. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside me.
"You look very pretty doing that," I whispered, pulling my robe up over my waist and letting my dripping cock taste the cool night air. Balian looked at me and drew his breath in, moving his hand more urgently when he caught sight of me. I sensed he was close; I let my legs fall open and smiled when he moved closer, pushing up against me just in time, his come spraying across my stomach. He caught his breath, wiped up his mess with his discarded robe, and held his palm against my hollow stomach.
"You're too thin," he said. I imagined about a million more romantic phrases he might have chosen. Balian wasn't too thin. He looked like he had a layer of blubber or baby fat, and his cheeks were so full and round I wanted to pinch them. "What else would you like me to do?" he asked after a long pause. His hands moved to my hips, his thumbs gently pushing into the soft flesh inside my sharp hipbones.
"Open that drawer," I told him. He did, pulling out the only thing in there, a small vial of oil. I sat up and then knelt in front of him, resting my head and chest on a stack of pillows and wiggling my bottom in my air. "Let me feel your sweet tongue inside me," I whispered, wondering if he would oblige me. I could see myself turning and running were I in his position.
"What do I do with the oil?"
"Just hold onto it."
"Oh." I felt the mattress dip as he arranged himself between my spread knees, his hands warm on my hips. His thumbs pulled me open, and I felt his breath on my skin, then his tongue. "Is that all right?"
I answered him with a long moan, enjoying his approach. He was slow and thorough, his warm wet tongue traveling up and down my crack, which I knew to be as smooth as a baby's. I was blessed with very little hair back there, something Tiberias was constantly remarking upon, claiming that my smooth ass "gives the word jailbait a whole new meaning."
At last he settled around my hole, pushing his tongue inside and then fitting his lips around me and sucking on me. Tiberias wasn't very interested in rimming. I was forever begging him for it, and when he did indulge me, he was quite cursory, giving my ass a few quick kisses, pushing his tongue into me once or twice, then pulling away and moving on to the main event. Balian, on the other hand, was giving himself over to it completely, even letting a small moan escape his mouth. I trembled at the feeling of his lips vibrating against me, relishing each slow dip of his tongue as he pulled me open with his hands and buried his nose in the cleft of my ass. I would have happily let him lick me for hours, but he eventually pulled away, apologizing profusely. "My neck, my lord, I'm so sorry, but I'm a bit sore, and-"
"It's quite all right," I said reassuringly. "Use your fingers." I felt his hands pull away and then return, his left hand on my hip, the slick tip of his finger gently rubbing against my hole before slowly entering me. "Deeper," I whispered, pushing against him. "Push down, toward my stomach." He obliged and I whimpered shamelessly, spreading my legs wider and rocking back and forth against his hand. He added another finger and moved his free hand lower, cupping my balls and squeezing them.
"Is that…am I doing it right?"
"Oh yes," I replied, barely able to speak.
"Is there…anything else?"
"I think you know what else there is," I said, reveling in the warmth of his large palm on the small of my back, pushing my gown up higher. He bent down and I faintly felt his mouth on the few but truly hideous sores on my back.
He added a third finger, slowing his strokes until I pushed back against his hand and groaned in frustration.
"Turn over," he said, pulling away and arranging me among the pillows so I faced him, my head propped up and my legs on his shoulders. I watched him drizzle a bit of oil over the head of his cock; it twitched in response. He gripped my hip to keep me still and pushed into me slowly, taking one of my feet in his hand and bringing my ankle to his mouth. He sucked on a particularly foul blemish, shutting his eyes and pushing deeper inside me, kissing his way up my calf until he had to bend over to press his lips to the back of my knee. "You must suffer so much," he whispered, switching feet and nibbling at my toes while he moved in and out of me, his pace unhurried and teasing.
"I feel nothing, truly," I said, wriggling my hips closer to him. He stopped me, pushing me gently but firmly into the mattress.
"Oh, but you must," he insisted, shaking his head. He looked into my eyes, lifting his hold on my hips and letting me move against him, his hands resting on the insides of my thighs, parting them further until my feet dangled at his sides. "You have beautiful eyes," he whispered, reaching out and touching my silver cheek. I was quite speechless at that point; pushing my thighs apart had shifted the angle of his thrusts, and I was overwhelmed with sensation as he rubbed over that spot that felt so good.
My breath caught in my throat as I came; I felt my ass pinch around him and pull him along with me. He dropped forward onto his elbows, opening his mouth and kissing the warm metal lips of my mask before burying his head in the veil that covered my neck. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, as if his heart was lodged between my legs. I sighed as he wriggled his arms underneath me and held me close. I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his hair with my bandaged fingers.
"I didn't even touch you," he whispered, squeezing me tighter. "You came without me touching you."
"I'm very sensitive," I said, not sure how to respond.
"You were so aroused," he went on. He was evidently a talker. "Bless her sweet heart, but my wife never looked that way when I made love to her."
"Ssh, Balian, just hold me." He started to say something else. "Ssh, be quiet." I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his warm arms around my back, the sweet smell of his sweat, his breath hot on my neck.
"Let me stay the night with you," Balian whispered. I nodded, murmuring a protest as he pulled away from me. He put out all the lamps and candles and arranged the sheets so I was tucked between them before crawling in beside me and curling up behind me, his chest warm against my back. I reached up and fumbled with my mask, finding it tangled in my veil. He helped me, setting it on the bed beside me and arranging my veil over my bandaged face. I buried my head in the pillows, smiling when he followed me beneath them and kissed the back of my neck.
I wished that more attractive young men would get it into their heads that my feet deserved their intimate attention. Thank God for Christian piety, I thought, drifting off to sleep.