Perfect Master(9)
His body, seen only by his father and Hikaru since his return, reveled in the freedom from confinement. When he’d first come back to the palace he’d refused to leave this chamber, declined to receive anyone but the king, not even the royal eunuchs.
One day Hikaru had stationed himself outside Arik’s locked chamber door and shouted out for all to hear, “My lord. You’ve lost your beauty and your eye, you’ve got a hook for a hand, and you don’t move about as gracefully as you once did. So what? We’ve all lost our cocks and balls, and our freedom. Open the door and let me in. My brothers have chosen me to be your body slave.”
If Arik had possessed the strength when Hikaru had uttered those hurtful words, he’d have snatched up the impertinent slave and heaved him through the tower window. He hadn’t, though, so he’d merely sat and nursed his fury, until he’d realized the truth of what Hikaru had said. Then he’d opened the door to a soft-skinned, hairless creature who apparently took pleasure in flaunting his status as royal eunuch by using a large diamond-studded crest of the House of Obsidion not only to cover the indentation where they’d cut his cock and balls away, but also to secure a thin, flexible, acrylic tube through which he apparently passed his urine. The creature was, yet was not, the carefree younger cousin with whom Arik had spent much of his childhood.
Since that day they’d bonded—the royal eunuch and the crown prince—as custom decreed, yet more. Hikaru became Arik’s only friend. The only soul, other than the king, allowed to see the bitterness he wasn’t yet ready to relinquish. Arik smiled down at Hikaru as the slave undid the last of the laces and worked the tight leather garment down and off.
Arik stood, balancing on his good left leg while Hikaru kissed his feet. He sighed when the eunuch began to stroke his scarred calf and thigh, imagining it was Emerald’s slender hands on his flesh, soothing away the pain that never completely subsided. “Ahhhh, you have magic hands. Do not stop.”
Hikaru didn’t, but tonight he did something he’d never done before. Arik held back a moan when he felt a warm, wet tongue bathing his ball sac and then sliding along his half-hard cock, licking and nibbling much like Emerald had done earlier. Hikaru’s hands slid upward, found Arik’s nipples and began to pinch the sensitive nubs.
It felt good. Too good. Arik reached down and caught Hikaru’s smooth skull between his hand and his hook. He pictured his princess’ short cap of curls, imagining how they’d feel against his fingers if he dared caress her this way.
Gods but he was about to come. And this was supposed to be for Hikaru. “Cease, slave. I want to fuck you now.” When Hikaru stood, Arik positioned him over the bed on all fours, butt in the air, then reached on the table to retrieve and put on the condom he’d opened earlier. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
Arik smeared lubricant on his sheathed cock and worked a large glob of it into Hikaru’s asshole, still cool and damp from the thorough internal cleansing he must have performed. When Arik rubbed his cock around the rim of Hikaru’s ass, the flesh gave way easily and sucked his cock head past the tight sphincter muscle. Fuck but it felt good, sliding in and out of the tight hole, his naked balls slapping Hikaru’s soft crotch while he clutched the eunuch’s ass cheeks.
Naked flesh on naked flesh. Arik’s cock swelled further as he imagined kneading Emerald’s plump breasts while he pumped in and out of her cunt, or her ass. She’d be tight…so tight there. Soft and womanly. Caught up in his fantasy, he slid his damaged arm higher, catching one of Hikaru’s prominent nipples carefully between the prongs of his hook and giving it a playful tug, the way he’d love to do to her.
Harder. Faster. Hikaru reared back and took Arik’s cock to the balls into his slippery ass. “Oh, my lord, thank you,” Hikaru said when Arik found and prodded his prostate, his tone one of wonder and gratitude.
He’d learned quickly that even a eunuch could experience a sort of orgasm through prostate stimulation, and knowing he’d given Hikaru a climax made Arik so hot he lost control. Mindless now, he concentrated on the building sensations that bombarded his cock and balls. Couldn’t hold back. He had to come. Now.
“Don’t move.” Grasping Hikaru’s hips, Arik slammed into his ass once, twice. With the third powerful thrust his cock spasmed and began to spurt hot semen, bathing his own sheathed flesh with creamy heat.
Chapter Four
Emerald blinked at the blinding light of the morning sun, trying to get her bearings. She shaded her eyes with her hands then looked around again. Her first impression had been right. This wasn’t the chamber where she’d fallen asleep in her Master’s leather-clad arms last night, the one with a west-facing window where she could look down and see her father’s house. The window that had framed her prince in all his perfection the night before their mating.