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Anyone with a nose could smell a war was coming.
The countries were high-strung enough as it was, everything was tense, waiting for someone to make the first move, for something to happen so everyone could let loose and attack each other, every King and Emperor and Ruler being certain they’d end up on top.
Human beings were greedy. No matter peasant, King, Magician, or other, all humans were greedy. It’s the nature of things.
The Kou Empire was particularly rapacious. Judar would know, he’s their high priest.
“I’ve been conversing with the King of Balbaad as of recent.”
Judar looked up to the Dowress, Lady Gyokuen, the Emperor’s wife (previously sister in-law) and currently the person who’s been making all of the decisions in the Empire ever since the Emperor fell ill.
Judar was convinced she was slowly poisoning him until he died. Although he had no proof of that, maybe the old geezer really was sick.
“How scandalous. Does Emperor Koutoku know that you’ve been pen pals or do I need to keep this affair under wraps?” Judar hummed.
“Watch your mouth, high priest. King Rashid would take great pleasure in getting under my robes, however our letters have been strictly professional.”
Currently they were in Lady Gyokuen’s quarters, Judar’s chambers weren’t too far from here, but she mostly kept him in this wing in order to keep him contained. He was allowed to go to other parts of the palace and sometimes beyond it with supervision, but for the most part he was stuck inside learning magic from second-rate magicians and listening to political matters from Lady Gyokuen.
She liked having him around. He couldn’t tell you why, her face never revealed what she was thinking, ever. She was calculating like that. Clever and sly. And violent, when she needed to be.
Judar hated her. Half of the people in the Imperial Palace hated her. But she still basically ran the place, and the Empire.
“What have you been discussing with the King of Balbaad about?” Judar asked, mostly because he knew that Lady Gyokuen wanted him to ask. She would tell him anyway.
“A partnership. Balbaad is the trade-center of the world. Merchants have to pass through it if they want to go to any major country. Its location is prime, it’s a large and rich country, and none of the other major countries have made alliances with it yet.” Lady Gyokuen explained, writing down something on smooth white paper.
One who controlled the flow of trade could control the war. If other countries were unable to receive supplies and imports, they would certainly be in a difficult spot.
“I see.”
“Kou has a lot of assets that are desirable to a kingdom such as Balbaad.”
“That’s correct.”
“I want to make a marriage alliance.”
Judar went quiet then. Lady Gyokuen looked up at him, stopping in her writing. “Have you kept track of who all in our family is available?”
Judar swallowed hard. “Not really.” he lied.
“King Rashid has 3 sons. He wants a wife for his youngest.”
Judar crossed his arms. “How old is he?”
“Why does that matter? I’ve already agreed to give Kougyoku to him.”
Judar felt his mouth go dry, then fill with saliva. He didn’t let it show on his face.
“Are you sure that’s the best decision?” he asked quietly.
“She’s the only one we have to give away. My daughter is busy fighting to give us land, Kougyoku has done nothing for this family other than exist as a stain on the Emperor’s record.”
“She did not ask for her mother to be fucked by the Emperor so you should not hold that against her.”
Lady Gyokuen’s smile widened. “So defensive. I’m sorry to give away one of your favorites, but it’s necessary.” she stood up, patting Judar on the shoulder. “I’m sure King Rashid’s son will like her just fine. So long as she doesn’t screw everything up, she’ll live a life of the highest luxury.”
“You’re selling her off like cattle.”
“People do it all the time, Judar. We’ve done it countless times to the many bastard Princesses his lordship the Emperors has.”
Judar was shaking. Kougyoku was actually going to be forced into this. He couldn’t believe it.
“Go say goodbye to her once more. I’ll get her ready tomorrow and she’ll leave with me to hand her off to the Prince of Balbaad.”
“I knew it was going to happen eventually.”
Judar couldn’t even look at her when he told her, bowing his head as he sat on her bed, biting his lip.
“I couldn’t protect you. She did this without consulting me I should’ve-”
“Sh, it’s okay.” Kougyoku sat down next to him, hugging his shoulders and holding him close.
Judar hugged her back. Kougyoku had been the one person keeping him from completely falling into darkness like Lady Gyokuen wanted. Lady Gyokuen knew this. She aimed to take her away from Judar.
Kougyoku was his best friend, and she was going to leave him.
“You deserve so much better than this. If it were up to me I’d make you Empress and you could execute that horrible woman.” Judar mumbled.
“She’s hurt everyone in this palace in some way. You more than most.” Kougyoku remarked. “You want to run away.”
“The only thing right now on my mind is making sure you don’t have to marry some bloke. I won’t allow that.”
“I’ll endure it. It’s for the sake of my country-”
“It’s for the sake of that witch!” Judar stood up, fuming by this point. “She doesn’t just get to decide your fate for you! She’s manipulated all of us into thinking she has any real power, but she doesn’t!”
Kougyoku folded her hands in front of her, eyebrows drawn up.
“Judar…”
“No, your life doesn’t end here. I know you want to explore the seas, you want to engage in politics, meet interesting people, you want to fall in love! As your friend and High Priest it’s my duty to help you achieve that!”
“My options are limited-”
“No.” Judar took her hands in his. “Because we’re going to run away.”
The door opened up, revealing a dark-haired boy clad in all white, his face scarred on his left side. Lady Gyokuen’s work.
“That’s not going to do anything. The King of Balbaad won’t make the agreement without the marriage alliance.”
“Hakuryuu-didi!” Kougyoku gasped.
“Have you been eavesdropping on us?!” Judar gasped.
“Overhearing… which turned into eavesdropping, and I’m glad I did.” his expression hardened. “Lady Gyokuen, my mother, will scour the country for you. There is no getting out of this.”
Judar bit his lip. An idea struck him.
A stupid idea, but one stupid enough to work.
“What if there was a replacement bride? One that could keep up appearances long enough, then fake her death and run away!” Judar exclaimed. “What if you took A-Gyoku and I pretended to marry the Prince of Balbaad?”
“WHAT?!” Hakuryuu and Kougyoku exclaimed at once.
“Judar, are you MAD?!” Kougyoku gasped.
“What kind of plan is THAT?!” Hakuryuu reeled back.
Judar bowed his head, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how much you two understand the circumstances right now. Once this deal is struck, Lady Gyokuen will tip the delicate balance and start a war with the other countries. Many people are going to die, horrible crimes are going to be committed. This entire world is in danger. We cannot stay in the Kou Empire any longer.”
“Where are we supposed to go?” Hakuryuu asked. “And how exactly do you plan to replace Kougyoku-jiejie without Lady Gyokuen finding out?”
“Go to the Kouga Clan. Reside with them there. They’re a part of the Empire but they don’t particularly like us. If you tell them that you’re trying to escape they’ll gladly hide you for a while.” Judar explained. “There’s a merchant route that goes back and forth from them to Balbaad every few months. The next time you can hop on there, do so, and meet me in the capital.”
“How do you know all of this?” Kougyoku asked.
“Lady Gyokuen yaps a lot. She doesn’t think I’m paying attention to half of what she says, but I remember important things like that.” Judar smiled. “As for how I can disguise myself as A-Gyoku, I have a spell for that.”
“And you’re sure it’ll trick Lady Gyokuen?” Hakuryuu asked, eyebrows furrowing.
“No, I’m not sure. But by the time she figures it out you two will be long gone anyways.” Judar put one hand on each of their shoulders. “It’s time for us to leave this Empire. We can’t be here anymore, there’s no point in us staying.”
“I still have to-!”
“And you will get your revenge. But not now. You need to become stronger first.”
Hakuryuu’s father and elder brothers were killed in a fire that Lady Gyokuen had orchestrated. She was pulling the strings behind the curtains like a deranged puppetmaster, and Hakuryuu’s ultimate goal was to kill his mother and overthrow the government. Judar wasn’t sure about Hakuryuu becoming Emperor, but Lady Gyokuen dead was something he was agreeable to.
However, Lady Gyokuen was far stronger than Hakuryuu, at least right now. He needed to get out of the Empire, he needed to become a powerful warrior.
Originally, Judar was going to advise him to join his sister to get combat experience, but Hakuei didn’t want to upset the delicate balance in their family, so Hakuryuu had not yet told her of his bloodlust for their mother’s head slipping off his sword.
Hakuryuu hesitated, swallowing hard, then nodded. Judar furrowed his brows. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Judar leaned his forehead against his. “Promise me that you will take A-Gyoku far away from here, that you will become a strong warrior, someone strong enough to take on Lady Gyokuen and win. Promise me that you won’t chicken out when the time comes and you need to kill her. No matter the circumstances, no matter the cost. The time will come when you least expect it. Promise me that you will take that chance and cut off that damn witch’s head!”
“I promise! I promise, High Priest! You have my word!”
“Good.”
Judar pulled away, looking to Kougyoku now, taking her hands in his. She looked about to cry at this point, pulling him in for a tight hug.
“We’ll see you again soon, right? You’re not leaving us forever, are you?”
“No, I would never.” Judar hugged her back. “We will see each other again. I swear it.”
The two made plans to leave at dawn. They’d pack their necessities and run. No one else would know they’d left.
Judar had his own preparations to make.
Light magic.
Difficult to keep up for an extended period of time, however since Judar would mostly be covered in makeup and a veil, he probably didn’t have to keep it on for long and could let his hair turn back to black at least at some point.
He’d been poked and prodded and powdered by Kougyoku attendants and was dressed in heavy garments and a thousand pounds of gold hairpieces. Was this what it was like to be a woman about to be wed? Judar despised it.
But for the meantime, Lady Gyokuen seemed to be buying it.
“You understand the normal wifely duties, of course. You’re to be at the Prince’s side at every royal event, follow him wherever he asks, do exactly as he says with no questions asked.” Lady Gyokuen recited to him as they were in the sedan.
Judar just nodded once.
“I’m sure you understand what needs to happen in order for you to produce an heir.”
Another nod.
Lady Gyokuen pulled something out of her sleeve, handing it over to Judar. “Rose oil. It’ll help so it doesn’t hurt as much. It’d be wise for you to use it.” she laughed. “I’ve heard the men of Balbaad can be quite barbaric in bed. Lucky you.”
Judar stiffened.
Fuck. He’d forgotten about the whole consummation thing.
There was the issue of him not actually having a vagina, nor a uterus, or anything like that. If the Balbaad Prince tore off his clothing without any decorum he’d come to that conclusion.
He had to think of a way around that.
It all depended on what kind of person this third prince was, really. Judar himself was indeed a sword-swallower, not that he had any actual experience to go on, but he had no clue what the third prince would think of that.
If Judar could get the lights off maybe he could trick the prince, but then he’d still have to take it.
Now he was just hoping that the third prince was decently attractive. And finished quickly.
“Just make sure to make a boy on the first go. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
Bitch.
Eventually, after a long journey, they eventually made it to Balbaad. It was so different from the Kou Empire. It was colorful and lively, the people covered well for the extreme heat. The Palace was gorgeous, rich in marble and gold, delicate designs decorating the sides. Past the royal gates was a beautiful oasis garden with all sorts of birds flying around. The entire kingdom smelled of flowers Judar had never even seen nor imagined before.
Judar did not get to meet his future husband quite yet. They first had to meet the King in order to discuss the terms, and so King Rashid could sign the agreement for friendship between the two nations.
They did this in the throne room. Judar could smell that the King was a sleeze from the moment he set eyes on him. But Lady Gyokuen instructed him to keep quiet and be respectful. Judar just internally rolled his eyes a lot. The two of them talked far too much.
“Does my lady prefer sweet or spicy for the wedding banquet?” King Rashid asked when the agreement was signed.
“Thank you for your hospitality, your grace, but I will not be staying to send the princess off. She is not my daughter, thus it is not my privilege to do so. I also have many things to attend to back in the Kou Empire. His majesty the Emperor is unable to do much without my assistance, including most political affairs.” Lady Gyokuen simply smiled.
“His majesty is a lucky man to have such a capable and gorgeous woman in his court.” King Rashid smiled. “Do you think he’ll survive this upcoming war you’re so certain that is coming?”
“If he doesn’t then his eldest will inherit the throne.”
And most likely Lady Gyokuen will try to jump Kouen’s bones as well. She’ll have a more difficult time with him. But, of course, that’s only if she couldn’t somehow scheme her way to the throne.
Lady Gyokuen, however, wasn’t the kind of woman that used sex for power. She wasn’t phased by King Rashid’s passes because she didn’t care. She used politics and violence to get what she wanted. It was the one thing that she was good at. And she only married Hakutoku and then Koutoku in order to gain status within the Empire.
King Rashid stood up, then Lady Gyokuen, Judar following her. King Rashid slowly walked over to Judar, hands behind his back at first.
The King was taller than Judar, still he bowed his head.
“We’ll be following mostly Balbaad traditions with the wedding ceremony tonight, and we typically don’t use veils.” King Rashid reached forward, gently lifting up Judar’s veil, glimpsing at his face.
Judar swallowed hard. Lady Gyokuen didn’t look at him, closing her eyes and grinning. King Rashid removed the veil completely.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” King Rashid commented. “I think my son will like you.”
Judar nodded once. “I hope so,” he mumbled.
“If he doesn't, maybe you could be my wife.”
Oh hell no.
King Rashid laughed. “I’m kidding. That wasn’t part of our agreement.” he nodded in Lady Gyokuen’s direction. “I’ll take her to meet her betrothed now. If you will be so kind as to escort the dowry towards the treasury, I have one of my most trusted people there to receive it.”
“Thank you, your grace. I will do so.” Lady Gyokuen bowed.
Judar so desperately hoped that he wouldn’t have to spend too much time around King Rashid, but for now he was stuck with him as he was led down the tall hallways with countless windows without glass looking out to the sea. Judar could smell the salt in the air and hear the seagulls calling out to each other even from here.
“I want to elaborate, Princess, that my youngest son, Alibaba, doesn’t speak the common tongue.” King Rashid explained.
“He doesn’t? How come? I thought even most peasants knew common as well as their country’s language?”
“Yes, however, my son was raised in the lowest of the slums. His mother was a prostitute, she died when he was young, and most likely didn’t teach him common. I tried to teach him when he came to the Palace, but he seemed intent on not learning. So, you may need to learn to speak our language.”
Judar wrinkled his nose. This husband of his was surely going to be high-maintenance.
They made it to a war strategy room. King Rashid opened the door for Judar and he stepped in. King Rashid stepped in after, knocking against the door.
“ Abnai. Notader an al-tatfal. ” Rashid said, informing the people of their arrival.
There were three people in the room. Judar assumed that they were Rashid’s three sons.
Two of them had black hair. One was blonde. The two with black hair looked like siblings, as in they were both different kinds of undesirable. One was short and stout, the other skinny and tall. Neither of them were any kind of remarkable, and Judar held his tongue from making some kind of rude comment.
The blonde one, however, looked more like King Rashid than the others. Although not really, his eyes and face were different. He was the most handsome of the three, leaning back in his chair.
“ Alibaba. Hill ley an aqdem, amira embratoria kou, Ren Kougyoku .” (Alibaba. May I present the Princess of the Kou Empire, Ren Kougyoku) Rashid gestured to Judar. “I introduced you.” he whispered.
Judar bowed at the waist, smiling, praying that his husband was the blonde one.
The gods heard his prayers as the blonde one stood up, walking over to Judar, staring directly at him.
Judar suddenly became extremely self-conscious of himself now. He was the same height as this prince, and both of them were covered in clothing. The Prince was tan, with golden eyes and soft cheeks. He kept his hands behind his back, looking Judar up and down.
Judar himself was in the red wedding gowns traditional of the Kou Empire, with golden embroidery of butterflies and flowers. His long hair was completely out of his face, done in loops at the back that also resembles butterfly wings. Huadian was painted delicately on his forehead, lips and eyelids also painted red.
He looked like a woman, dressed like one, even though he’d dropped the light magic by this point, but for some reason he felt as though this Prince’s eyes were seeing right through him.
Then the Prince turned to his father and started speaking in Arabic to him. Judar bit his lip, unsure of what the Prince thought of him.
Why did he care? Not like it mattered, he was going to get married to him either way.
“My son says that he likes you.” King Rashid spoke in common suddenly. “He says you’re very beautiful.”
Judar was taken aback by this, looking at Prince Alibaba, who smiled at him. Judar cleared his throat, looking away for the moment.
“Tell him thank you.” he said timidly.
King Rashid relayed the message to Prince Alibaba, who’s smile grew.
Judar offered his hand to the Prince, who took it delicately, with extreme care, and kissed the back of it, right on the knuckle of his ring finger.
Well, at least he was a gentleman.
Judar should’ve expected Balbaad wedding traditions to be different, but he felt like he went through ten different culture shocks during them.
Kou weddings were these quaint things, with calm, poised traditions performed with a straight back and a straight face.
They started by riding something similar to a sedan into the wedding hall. They were closed off and couldn’t see outside. They sat side-by-side holding hands, a white ribbon tied around their hands. They didn’t say anything to each other, there was no need to.
When they eventually got out of the sedan, they were at the end of a grand hall full of people. The hall ended on a balcony looking out at the many people below. Judar walked side-by-side with Prince Alibaba, until reaching the King at the front. They both bowed to him.
King Rashid spoke in Arabic, so Judar had no clue what he was saying. Eventually the knot was removed and Judar pulled his hand away. Then Prince Alibaba unfastened the cloak around his shoulders. Judar raised an eyebrow.
“Princess, Prince Alibaba will now drape his cloak over you.”
Oh, okay.
Judar turned, allowing Prince Alibaba to place the cloak around his shoulders. Judar turned back to him, bowing again. Prince Alibaba took his hands then.
More Arabic words that made Judar’s head spin, then Prince Alibaba gently lifted his face up.
Here it comes.
Judar shut his eyes for this part.
Prince Alibaba didn’t kiss him. Judar opened his eyes when people started cheering. Prince Alibaba smiled at him.
The reception followed right after. They were seated on two plush chairs on top of a little stage. People danced and celebrated around them, some came forward with gifts. Servants passed by with alcohol and food. Judar debated getting drunk before his wedding night, but he figured that wouldn’t be smart.
“Congratulations, Princess.”
Judar looked up, seeing one of the black-haired princes, the tall one, from earlier standing in front of him. He blinked, then nodded.
“Thank you.” he replied softly.
“My name’s Prince Sahbmad, I’m Alibaba’s older brother. If he ever gives you a hard time just let me know. Although knowing Alibaba, he’ll be good to you.”
“I appreciate it.” Judar glanced over to his husband, who was discussing something with some nobleman. “It’s so much more lively here than at Kou weddings.”
“Weddings are meant to be a celebration! In Balbaad they’re very special occasions, especially royal weddings.”
What a special occasion this was, that Kougyoku would’ve been forced to marry someone she didn’t even know.
Although Judar had taken on that burden for her. And he’d take it a hundred times more before he let anyone hurt her.
“Um… Princess, if you’d like, I’d be willing to teach you our language, in case you ever want it.”
Oh. Right. Judar wouldn’t be able to even communicate with his husband. Fuck, that was an issue. He couldn’t talk his way out of getting fucked. He’d have to figure something out.
The night dredged on, countless gifts and celebrations commencing. Eventually people started filtering out, and Prince Alibaba stood up, walking next to Judar and helping him up.
Okay, go time.
Or so he thought.
First, Prince Alibaba pulled out a dagger. Judar was ready to assume the worst before Alibaba gently pulled on a piece of hair and gently cut it off.
Judar’s eyes widened.
Prince Alibaba handed him the dagger, clutching the lock of his own hair in his hand.
This was a Kou tradition. Cut off a small piece of each other’s hair, tie the hair in a ribbon so the strands, and the couple, may never separate from each other.
Where on earth had this Balbaad Prince learned that?
Judar had very little to actually work with, but eventually he managed to get a thin strand of hair off. Alibaba pulled out a ribbon from his pocket and tied the hair together, then handed it to Judar.
“Thank you.” Judar bowed again.
“Mm.” Prince Alibaba offered his arm. Judar took it.
He was led through twisting hallways, past countless rooms, eventually moving to the other side of the Palace, and approaching a set of double doors. Prince Alibaba opened the doors to let Judar in.
It was his chambers.
Lit with candles smelling of jasmine and spice, spacious enough for a small family, with a bed decorated in red, and a hearth to the side, along with a balcony.
Judar gently set the ribbon of gold and ebony hair on the nearest night stand and turned to Prince Alibaba.
“Okay. I guess this is happening then.” he sighed.
Prince Alibaba tilted his head.
“Right, no common. Ugh.” Judar bowed his head. “Okay, um.” He didn’t know what to say next.
He didn’t need to say anything.
Prince Alibaba approached him. Judar almost flinched back but he resisted. Prince Alibaba reached not for his robes, but instead his hair.
Judar, in awe, watched as the third Balbaad Prince carefully and delicately removed each and every golden pin, jewel, and piece from his hair, placing it on an empty tray on the same night stand where Judar had set their hair.
It took several minutes, and Judar waited patiently until all of his hair, dark as winter’s night, was flowing down his back and shoulders, reaching just past his knees.
Prince Alibaba ran a hand through the strands, fascinated by it, mesmerized. Judar couldn’t resist flushing deeply. He’d never had someone inspect him this closely with this kind of care.
The cloak was taken off next, set gently on the bed.
Judar took a deep breath, meeting Alibaba’s eyes with his own.
“You really don’t speak common?” he asked again.
Prince Alibaba didn’t answer, just stared at him, at his lips, specifically.
Judar sighed. “Fine.”
Prince Alibaba gently cradled Judar’s face in his hand. Judar closed his eyes, leaning forward. Prince Alibaba’s lips fluttered over his own, barely even a proper kiss, seeming nervous.
Judar hated the teasing, if this Prince was too coward to kiss him how could he possibly fuck him, or anyone?
He took the initiative. He pulled Prince Alibaba by the collar, kissing him properly. Only briefly, but it caused Prince Alibaba’s eyes to open wide, shocked.
Judar licked his lips, waiting for some kind of reaction.
“Kiss me properly, if you’re going to do it at all.” he growled.
Prince Alibaba didn’t understand.
And yet his free hand circled Judar’s waist, pulling him against him, and pressing their lips together once more. Judar sighed into it. He couldn’t say he could complain much, a handsome man was kissing him. Under any other circumstance Judar would be absolutely thrilled by this.
His hands wove into Prince Alibaba’s hair, sharing open-mouthed kisses with the Prince, letting him run his hands up and down his back, fingers running against all of the excruciating details on his wedding gown.
Gods, this felt nice. Judar could pretend, just for a moment, that this was a husband he chose himself, someone he really loved. Alibaba was kissing him like a proper lover, rendering him speechless and melting in his arms.
Judar almost didn’t want to pull away. Just the physical aspect itself was turning him on immensely.
And then Alibaba reached for the tie around his waist.
Judar stopped him on reflex.
Alibaba immediately gave him a look like a slapped puppy.
Judar instantly felt bad. He swallowed hard, hands shaking. He did the only thing he could think of in that moment, dropping to his knees.
Maybe if he gave a good enough blowjob Prince Alibaba would be too tired to actually fuck him.
But he didn’t even hit the ground before Alibaba caught him, and stood him up again.
Such a gentleman. Judar couldn’t stand it.
“You’re… not going to like what you see,” he murmured. “It’s not… what you’re expecting.”
Alibaba didn’t understand.
And yet, Judar felt that somehow he did.
So, slowly, Judar removed his own robes. One by one. He took them off, throwing them over a nearby chair. Once he got to the inner layer, he knew it was now or never. Whatever happened next was going to happen.
He took it off and was laid bare for his husband.
Alibaba stared at him, more specifically, stared at his cock. Judar’s heart pounded in his sternum waiting for a reaction. Anything.
Alibaba looked up at him.
“Kougyoku?” he asked.
The word was heavily accented, but it spoke volumes.
Judar shook his head.
“No. Judar.” he gestured to himself.
Alibaba nodded once. Then he tilted his head. Judar shook his head. He couldn’t explain without words. Couldn’t explain why he was standing in front of Alibaba instead of Princess Kougyoku, whom he was promised.
But, to his surprise, Alibaba stepped forward, hands on his waist, lips pressed against his once more. Judar threw his arms around Alibaba’s shoulders, sighing into the kiss.
Gods above, was Judar really this easy? That any semi-attractive man could kiss him and his cock would be twitching and throbbing? He was already getting hard, and it certainly didn’t help when Alibaba’s hand slipped down and grabbed his ass.
Judar had to break apart from the kiss to let out a loud moan, Alibaba using that opportunity to kiss at his pale neck.
Fuck , this wasn’t fair , Judar thought to himself as he pawed at Alibaba’s clothes, trying to get them off so he wouldn’t be the only naked one here. Eventually Alibaba obliged, shoving his clothes off as fast as he could, not giving Judar much time to oogle before kissing him again.
Both of Alibaba’s hands were on his ass now, squeezing the soft flesh and moaning into Judar’s mouth, grinding Judar on his thigh.
This had gotten hot and heavy sooner than Judar had expected, and he hadn’t expected to like it either. His cock was definitely liking it.
Alibaba turned them, then sat Judar down on the bed, climbing in his lap, standing with his knees on either side of Judar’s pelvis.
And Judar was finally able to get a good look at Alibaba’s cock.
Gods be good… Judar’s mouth watered involuntarily.
Alibaba was the same height as him, but his cock was significantly bigger and thicker than his, blonde hair leaving a trail from his abdomen to the base. He was hard, fuck he was hard, cock curved so nicely.
Judar immediately was reminded of how fucking gay he was, Alibaba was toned but not overly muscled, his chest and thighs looked soft but his arms were defined, the left one hosting scars that Judar couldn’t even begin to know where they came from. His entire body was driving Judar nuts, or maybe he was just really horny, or maybe Alibaba had been sculpted by the gods just for him.
Judar couldn’t help the doe eyes he was probably giving Alibaba by now. The Prince cupped his jaw, lifting his chin up to look at him.
“ Saalgalak zogti .” he spoke softly.
Judar couldn’t even begin to guess what that meant. He just nodded, because Alibaba was willing and Judar wanted him inside of him. Fuck the repercussions, fuck the incoming war, fuck the politics of this marriage, he wanted this. He could pretend for just tonight that none of that mattered, that it didn’t exist, that he could just let himself be enraptured with pleasure.
Alibaba laid him down, then leaned down to kiss him once more. Judar grabbed at his chest, moaning as a tongue slid into his mouth. Alibaba ground their hips together, taking Judar’s hands and pressing them into the sheets on either side of him, lacing their fingers together. Judar, in turn, wrapped his thighs around Alibaba’s waist. Alibaba nipped at his bottom lip, then pulled away. Judar was out of breath and flushed, an absolute wreck, and his lipstick was probably a mess.
The Prince began kissing his face, then down his neck. Judar whimpered, pressing his pelvis against Alibaba’s to try and get something going down there. He was aching, harder than he’d ever been in his life. Alibaba’s lips trailed his collarbone, running his tongue over the dip in his clavicle. He was so attentive, taking painstaking care with every part of him, leaving Judar a moaning mess beneath him.
Alibaba’s lips paused at his chest, over the pink bud of his nipple. He released Judar’s hands, placing his own on Judar’s hips, trailing down, squeezing the supple flesh. Judar’s body reacted automatically, twitching and leaning into the touch. He watched Alibaba carefully, one of his hands buried in blonde hair by this point. Alibaba groped at his ass again, clearly enjoying its bounce and malleability. Then he took Judar’s nipple into his mouth, his right hand drawing his middle finger down Judar’s ass and pressing against his rim.
Judar tensed up, shuddering. He tried to relax, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. But Alibaba seemed intent on torturing him, sucking on the bud between his lips, causing Judar’s cock to throb, the feeling of a finger breaching him seemed dull in comparison.
“Fuck…” Judar moaned, tilting his head back. Alibaba was too good at this, how was Judar ever to recover?
He tried his best not to fall apart as Alibaba fingered him and sucked on his nipples and used his free hand to explore his body, wanting to feel every inch of him. Every so often Judar would feel Alibaba brush against his prostate and he would gasp and squirm. Alibaba would pretend he didn’t notice and continue painstakingly opening him up, preparing him to take something far bigger, all the while simply grinding his cock on the sheets, thrusting his fingers at the same slow pace he was moving his hips. It was agonizing .
Eventually Alibaba pulled his fingers out, pulling away from Judar. Judar looked up at his husband, waiting for what he was going to do next.
Alibaba turned him, like he weighed nothing, onto his stomach, lifting his hips up so Judar was on his knees with his face in the sheets. He reached for something close, the cloak maybe? He then pulled out something and uncapped it. Judar smelled something sweet, unsure of what it was.
Slick, rhythmic sounds softly made their way to Judar’s ears as he buried his face in his arms. Alibaba must’ve covered his cock in something to make the slide easier. Judar was absolutely itching with desire by this point, prepared for his ass to get fucked and defiled.
But, before that happened, Alibaba leaned down, pressing his front to Judar’s back, planting a kiss to his scalp.
“ Judar. ” he purred.
His voice was heavily accented, but fuck, that just made it hotter. Judar swore he would come right there if Alibaba called his name again like that.
He turned around, craning his neck in order to kiss Alibaba on the lips.
It was nonverbal permission.
Alibaba understood that much.
Judar arched his back as the tip slipped into him. Finally. He gasped and stretched his arms out, Alibaba kissing the back of his neck, hands rubbing up and down his sides as he excruciatingly slowly thrust his cock into Judar’s ass. Tears sprung in the corners of Judar’s eyes as he was languidly filled with Alibaba’s cock, feeling overwhelmingly full and stretched open.
After what seemed like hours, Alibaba’s hips finally met Judar’s ass, his cock putting pressure right against Judar’s prostate, teasing him. Alibaba stood up on his knees again, hands on Judar’s hips, watching where his cock penetrated him, eyes dark and filled with lust.
Judar glanced back at him, lungs gasping for air, brain muddled and tongue heavy in his mouth.
“Alibaba…” he whined.
Alibaba ground his hips into Judar’s ass, prompting a loud and sudden moan from the other.
Every shred of restraint was gone after that.
Alibaba’s grinding quickly turned into thrusting deep inside of Judar, holding his hips steady as he did then, hitting his prostate every time like he was designed specifically with Judar’s pleasure in mind. Judar’s ass bounced and his body moved back and forth every time Alibaba fucked into him. Judar could hardly think with all of this stimulation, every backshot he was receiving punching a loud moan out of his throat, and Alibaba seemed to be going harder and rougher the more noise Judar made, seemingly getting off on his noises.
Alibaba was groaning as well, clearly enjoying Judar as much as he liked. He was saying something in Arabic, but Judar couldn’t begin to understand what on earth any of that meant, nor did he have the mind to even think about it, since all he could think about was Alibaba’s cock fucking him so good he was bound to come soon, and Alibaba hadn’t even given any kind of indication that he was close.
Alibaba leaned down to kiss his back again, glistening with sweat by this point. One of his hands reached under Judar, palming his cock and letting Judar grind against his hand every time Alibaba pounded his cock inside of him.
“Fuck! Please !” Judar begged.
And Alibaba did not understand him.
Judar sobbed in pleasure, feeling his orgasm reach him faster, quickly, climbing straight to his climax, the feeling more powerful than anything else he’d ever experienced, his entire body shaking as Alibaba still drilled into him.
There wasn’t any holding back from it, he screamed his moans, and Alibaba’s name, as he released and all of his muscles felt it.
It was almost a religious experience, he felt like he’d ascended right then and there, he couldn’t explain it.
Some part of it messed with his mind, and it took a minute before he could come too. When he did, he half-expected Alibaba to still be fucking him, expected to be overstimulated to hell and back, or maybe for Alibaba to have come inside of him.
Neither of those happened.
Judar glanced back again, seeing Alibaba, with one palm holding Judar’s ass, the other jerking himself off.
Judar couldn’t fathom why Alibaba wasn’t finishing inside of him, why he’d decided to pull out and finish himself off like this. Should Judar be insulted, or relieved?
“My prince?” Judar asked, voice hoarse.
Alibaba whimpered, thighs shaking from effort.
“Alibaba.” Judar called.
Somehow, that’s what broke him.
Alibaba swore in Arabic and came all over Judar’s ass, not inside of him, breathing heavily.
Judar couldn’t even begin to fathom why his husband did this.