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👑 The Prince’s Secret

Added 2025-07-31 18:00:03 +0000 UTC

The day was bright but cool. Shadows from the royal towers stretched across the stone courtyard. Prince Elior descended the narrow staircase that led to the old dungeon. He didn’t fully know why he was going — only that something deep inside him stirred. A need. A heat.

The corridor was quiet. As he stepped toward the cell, he saw movement.

Inside — Garth. One of the servants.

Garth stood still at first… but Elior froze as he saw the unmistakable movement of his hand between his legs. Bold. Unashamed.

Their eyes met.

— “Didn’t know I’d have royal company,” Garth said with a smirk. “Want to come closer?”

Elior swallowed. He should’ve turned back. But his feet didn’t obey.

— “This is… against the rules,” he whispered.

— “Rules don’t come down here. No one does — just you and me.”

Garth stepped forward. Close. Very close. Elior gasped when he felt something thick, hot, pressing between his cheeks. Garth didn’t rush. He rubbed slowly, deliberately — letting the Prince feel every inch.

— “You want this, don’t you, Elior? Just admit it.”

Elior didn’t answer. But he didn’t move away.

Garth leaned in harder — and entered.

Elior gasped, one hand against the stone wall. The stretch was intense, full. His back arched instinctively. It hurt at first — but that pain melted quickly into something hotter, deeper.

Garth moved inside him with purpose. At first slow, then steadier, stronger. Elior’s soft moans echoed in the stone chamber, breath quickening with every push.

— “You like being taken like this, Your Highness?” came the low growl behind him.

He couldn’t speak. Only whimpers. His body responded before his mind could think — his hips pushing back, seeking more.

The rhythm grew bolder. Garth’s grip tightened on his waist, guiding him harder. Each thrust sent sparks up Elior’s spine. He could barely hold onto the wall.

Then — the first orgasm. Sudden, overwhelming. Elior trembled, biting back a cry as heat exploded through him. His legs weakened.

But Garth didn’t stop. He kept going — deeper, rougher — and Elior was helpless under it. A second climax followed, softer but just as intense. He sobbed quietly, overcome.

Then Garth groaned, pulling him tight — and released inside.

Elior felt it instantly. The rush of heat filling him, pulsing deep. He moaned as it spread, thick and warm.

When Garth pulled out, Elior could feel it start to seep out — slow, heavy, intimate. He clenched instinctively but couldn’t stop it. He trembled at the sensation.

— “Want to keep that feeling a little longer?” Garth murmured.

Elior nodded.

— “Then on your knees.”

He lowered himself, still catching his breath. Face flushed, eyes half-lidded. He took Garth into his mouth — soft, slow, submissive.

Garth groaned, placing a hand on the back of Elior’s head. It didn’t take long. One sharp breath — and he came. Thick, hot, over Elior’s face. Drops landed across his cheek, nose, chin. Elior closed his eyes, letting it happen.

Silence.

Then slowly, he looked up. Blushing. Breathing fast, but glowing inside. Shame and pleasure mixed within him — and on his lips, a soft, almost dreamy smile.

— “I… I’m glad I came down here,” he whispered.