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Anaxagoras felt like he couldn't breathe, afraid that if he dared to exhale too loudly, a lewd moan would escape and he'd be mortified. He'd rather die than let that happen so he bites his lower lip, holding every sound back. Instead, Anaxa thinks about how he even got to this position exactly. This position being flat on his back on the desk of the King of Okhema, Khaslana, with that aforementioned royal's cock buried to the hilt inside of his pussy.
Thinking back, it probably all started when the Grove Kingdom fell. It was Khaslana's own army who had overtaken them, one of many that had been on their warpath. Anaxa remembers that day all too well, kneeling on the floor his left eye injured and vision full of blood but none of it mattered, he pressed forward and pleaded that the knights spare his sister. They could do whatever they wanted with him as long as she would live. Unfortunately she was begging for the very same, the two of them in their love for each other didn't want either of them to be hurt.
"Silence! His highness, the Blazing Sun of Okhema, Khaslana approaches!"
Everything went still around them as the conquering King approached, Anaxa wasn't sure what to expect. What he had heard of him formed a certain picture in his mind and he had imagined some horrible beast of a man, scarred and weathered by war. What he saw instead was an overly (stupidly) handsome man with an indifferent gaze, like none of what was going on mattered. He watched as Diotima lowered her head to the ground, Anaxa however refused to look away and met those cold, uncaring eyes with a glare so hot, it burned straight through him.
Anaxa never looked away and neither did Khaslana, not even when he gave his order. "Bring them to Okhema." It was all he said but it was enough for the brother and sister to live to see another day. Anaxa would take it, it wasn't ideal but it meant a chance. Neither chose to argue this outcome, not even when their wrists were bound in heavy chains and they were dragged into a cramped carriage. Anaxa never thought that he'd leave his home in such a sorry state, but even if they were prisoners of war, they could figure something out. Anaxa would figure something out.
What ended up happening when they were deposited onto Okhema's soil was...not at all anticipated however. They were given a room to share and a work uniform, neatly folded on their plain beds. Anaxa couldn't fathom what was going on, he watched as his sister lifted the garments and found it to be...a maid's dress. The sleeves and skirt were both long, covering the full body, the dress itself was a solid black of course with a trim of white, and an accompanying white apron to lay over top. Anaxa went over to his bed because suspiciously, it looked like he had the same uniform. When slender fingers plucked the fabric from the sheets...he frowned. His uniform was the exact same.
So they aren't prisoners of war, but palace maids? Anaxa halfway thinks he would have rather been a prisoner. Still, Diotima looks relieved, happy and that's all Anaxa could ever ask. When they reported to the head maid for their assignments, Diotima is assigned basic and simple work, Anaxa think he'll join her too but as his sister steps out of the room...Anaxa was assigned as Khaslana's personal maid.
Anaxa couldn't believe it and he asked not once, not twice, but thrice if the head maid had said it correctly. She nodded each time, confirming and damning Anaxa to his cruel fate. Was this to humiliate him? He had never met Khaslana before that terrible day and the only interaction he had exchanged was a narrowed eye, filled with contempt. "Did he say why?" Is his final question towards his assignment, Anaxa never received an answer from the head maid, just a shake of her head as he was dismissed.
Biting back his irritated confusion, Anaxa headed to the King's bedroom bright and early as per his assignment. He was quickly knocking twice before entering to rouse him from his slumber though to his surprise then, Khaslana was already awake, dark rings clear beneath his eyes. Anaxa stared only for a moment but without care had he greeted him as was customary with a bow. Pleasantries over and done with as quick as possible, he got to work. There wasn't much work to be done though, all Anaxa ended up doing was tidy his bedroom and serve him evening tea. The days passed like that and day in and day out, it was just this.
Anaxa didn't understand why Khaslana insisted on having a personal maid if it just meant doing the bare minimum. Any other maid could rotate the work that he was doing, but no, it was only Anaxa that was forced to do it. Why bother with this charade? On one such occasion, he brought that up exactly. It had been about a month of this after all, he was getting tired of the monotony even if Khaslana seemingly wasn't. There had to be a better use of Anaxa's time, he could be helping his sister with her work or literally doing anything else. "Your Majesty," He waited to be acknowledged, the most he got was a pause in writing. "Will you not change my assignment? I am not needed here."
Khaslana turned to him then, his attention was focused though his expression gave nothing. "I was wondering when you would say something."
What? Annoyance began to bubble beneath his surface, had...Khaslana been testing his patience this entire time? Or was it something else? "What do you mean exactly, Your Majesty?" Through gritted teeth he tried to maintain his composure but Khaslana's nonchalance was really starting to drive him up a wall. His fists balled at his sides, he rounded the desk that Khaslana had been working on and stood defiantly in front of him. Arms crossed, he glared with his good eye, intensity dripping from his next words. "Your Majesty. Change my assignment, you do not need me."
Khaslana leaned back in his desk, "I won't. I want you here as my personal maid."
It was after that admittance that Anaxa couldn't quite remember what even happened next. He remembers vaguely that he had started to insult him, Khaslana bit back with indifference but ferocity all the same, and they were arguing. Arguing back and forth until...until they were kissing. Anaxa can't quite remember who had started it, had he leaned in or was it Khaslana? Regardless, he felt arms wrapped entirely around him and hot lips were pressed to his own. It was a clumsy kiss at first, teeth knocking and frenzied like they were in a rush of some kind. Anaxa inhaled a sharp breath when they parted briefly, he wanted to ask what this haughty King of Okhema was even doing but was only met with another dive into each other. Again and again their lips would push and pull, Anaxa's head was swimming from how heated their kisses became.
Anaxa's arms moved to find purchase, settling around Khaslana's neck and pulled him closer. His moan was swallowed by their kiss, Khaslana was seeking entrance, prodding with his tongue and Anaxa couldn't even think twice before giving it. He'd never been kissed like this before, never been kissed at all, and now he was deep into a tongue twisting, desperate one. At some point in the midst of it, he was lifted and it was not long before he felt his bottom hit a flat surface. The desk? His body moved back as Khaslana leaned in, leaning and pushing forward until his maid was on his back. Their long kiss finally ended, Anaxa was left red in the face and panting, meeting eyes that were filled with desire. Lust was so prominent in Khaslana's stare that it sent shivers up Anaxa's spine.
His head was spinning, it was getting harder to think clearly. He could feel a hand moving up one of his legs, hiking his skirt up the more that calloused hand brushed his bare leg all the way up to his thigh. There was a squeeze of his soft flesh, Anaxa swallowed a whimper from how nice it felt to just be...touched. Not that Anaxa ever had been touched so intimately before but he was rapidly becoming a fan of it, though he'd rather combust spontaneously than admit that aloud to Khaslana's face. He shifted his legs, trying to gain a foothold on the desk beneath him proper and inadvertently spread them open. White hot heat flushed his cheeks, he initially wants to protest that he didn't mean to invite him to a display but Khaslana beats him to the punch.
"What a lewd body."
"Shut up." Ugh. "Your Majesty."
A thought popped into Anaxa's head then. Was Khaslana still testing him? Could he turn it around on him and test Khaslana instead? A theory formed, wondering beyond wonder just how far was he going to take this? Surely not all the way? Maybe he was just teasing Anaxa, wanting to get him to beg or plead to be fucked in order to debase him? Anaxa seemed to have settled on this idea of Khaslana in his mind, that he was doing all of this to torture him in some capacity. If that was his plan then he'd have another thing coming because Anaxa was now utterly determined to put this King in his place. He'd make him the one to kiss Anaxa's feet, to beg and plead for Anaxa to let him in, to let him fuck Anaxa.
At least...that was his plan but before Anaxa can so much as open his mouth with an attempt to taunt him, Khaslana's already pulled aside Anaxa's soaked underwear. The cold air hits his now exposed folds, glistening and wet. He can't even react to it for Khaslana has already plunged a finger deep inside. Anaxa cannot stop the reactionary cry that sounds, his back immediate to arch off of the desk and his hands scramble to hold onto something, anything. Tears prick at the edges of his vision, his uncovered eye fluttering until he finds what he's looking for. Oh, how he glares as their gazes meet, Khaslana curling his finger in response.
Anaxa's body trembles and tenses from the intrusion, not at all used to it and it feels weird but not bad. His hips start to move in response trying to adjust to it, get used to it, he's biting on his lower lip to stifle any sounds his traitorous mouth might make while doing so. He's just getting comfortable when Khaslana sneaks another finger in and his body quivers, how is Khaslana so good at this? Anaxa parts lips to ask but it was a horrid mistake really because instead of his question coming out, an elongated whimper embarrasses him thoroughly.
Anaxa was entirely new to all of this, so to be suddenly fingered by none other than the King of Okhema without so much as a warning, well it was hard to believe any of this was really happening. Khaslana did a good job of reminding him though that this was very much real with the way his cunt was being worked open, Khaslana having the courtesy to prepare him for what was presumably coming next. Anaxa couldn't even think much about it, his head feeling fuzzy from sparks that turned to shockwaves coursing throughout his entire self.
He was so completely dazed, fighting to try and regain his sense of self but failing miserably to do when Khaslana picked up his pace, starting to move his fingers in slight thrusts. In the fleeting moments where he'd deign to look down, he noticed Khaslana never took his eyes off of him. He was watching Anaxa and noticing his every minute reaction this whole time. Anaxa wanted to tell him to stop, trying in vain to move his face to look away, away from him - but only served in digging lithe fingers into blonde hair. He gripped tight, tighter still when his entire body clenched down on those moving fingers and his back arched again, Khaslana was going to drive him insane. He absolutely was. He was moving faster and faster, finger fucking Anaxa until he'd hit his peak. Anaxa came from just the King's fingers before long, gasping out and making a mess of the desk beneath, papers that hadn't been spared to the floor also becoming easily soaked.
Hips twitching from such stimulation, Anaxa's chest was left to rise and fall as he slowly, slowly came down from his high. His breath was barely evening out when he felt something hot prodding at his entrance. Anaxa blinked his one eye open, willed and strained himself to lift his head and look down and Titans above...was this King blessed by Mnestia herself to have such a large cock?! Anaxa fought to move his arms, pushing his hands on Khaslana's shoulders and he tried in vain to get him to pause, at least wait because he needed to mentally brace himself if he was about to try to enter him with that beast.
Before he could do any of that though, it slipped inside. If the fingers made him feel full before, Khaslana's cock made him feel stuffed. It was like the air had been punched out of him, his hands fell from Khalana's shoulders and scrambled again, finding the edge of the desk above him as a good enough leverage and he held tight, bracing himself quickly as that huge thing made its way further in. Anaxa did not make it easy with the way he was tensing, but he couldn't help it, the stretch was agonizing, burning but in a delicious, delirious type of way. "It's too big, too big...!" He had cried but Khaslana never stopped, he continued his onslaught until he was buried all the way in and their hips met.
Ah that's right, he was all caught up now. Anaxa was in this position because he challenged the King of Okhema, because he had spoke out against him and they argued so fiercely, it must have triggered something. They exchanged verbal blows and it must have flipped some sort of sick switch in Khaslana, or so Anaxa could assume because what else could it have been for them to be like this? Maybe Khaslana was just crazy and there was no reason for it. Ultimately, Anaxa decided he didn't care any longer, at least not for now, not with his pussy filled to the brim with this royal's cock.
Fine, he'd take it for all it was worth then.
"You..." Anaxa had to fight to find his words, to breathe them out without whimpers or moans to lessen the blow. "If you don't start moving in the next second, Your Majesty, I will ask you sit pretty and let me ride your stupidly big cock for all that I can." He had enough of Khaslana just buried without moving, Anaxa wasn't sure if he was just doing it to drive him even more crazy or if he was doing it so Anaxa would get used to the size but it didn't matter. Anaxa needed him to move and needed him to move now.
Khaslana started to pull back, Anaxa felt the drag of his cock slide further and further away and he opened his mouth to taunt him for his cold feet, only for the entire thing to be slammed right back into him. Anaxa's entire body shifted with the force of it, held only in place by Khaslana's fierce grip on that small waist. He groaned deep from his soul, he never knew cock could feel so good...or is it just Khaslana's cock that feels so good? Anaxa can't even think about anything else but it moving inside of him now, Khaslana finding a pace that starts to get faster. In and out, in and out, faster and faster still.
His body has long since stopped listening to him, reacting only to pleasure. He wants to hurry and hit his peak again, to climax with a cock buried deep inside of him. Anaxa's head rolls back as do his eyes, gasping out when Khaslana thrusts at a particular angle inside and his betraying body, his unsightly mouth opens with a drawn out moan. "There, there, there! Ah, ah...ah —" He thinks he's becoming stupid really, unable to form coherent sentences as if his mouth only knows how to make lewd moans. "Ughhh...ah, ah...your stupidly big cock is too much...!" Too much, too much, way too much! Coupled with the erotic sounds of their skin slapping each time their hips meet, it's overwhelming. But it's so good. "More, more, more -"
Above him he can hear Khaslana scoff, "So your mouth only knows how to say dirty things when you get like this, does it?" Anaxa grits his teeth and as if it'll teach him a lesson, he clenches down hard on him. Khaslana groans above him and Anaxa takes it as a win, laughing as their eyes meet through the haze. King Khaslana clicks his tongue and starts to move even faster, rougher — and again does Anaxa exhale a laugh mixed with a moan, his head tossing back with a particularly loud one that shakes him to his very core. "Hah...the entire palace will hear you at this rate, Anaxagoras."
Anaxa can only ridiculously moan more and more, unable to stop it. "Shhhut up and just - ugh - just fuck me like a good boy, okay?" Khaslana doesn't seem to have a retort this time, much to Anaxa's gratification because he's focusing on pumping his hips instead. Anaxa just lets himself be lost to the movement, held in place by strong hands anyway as an annoyingly huge cock keeps making a mess of him. He can no longer will himself to be as defiant as before, his lips can only part to pant and moan, to embarrassingly tell Khaslana how good he feels. It doesn't even sound like his voice when he does so, "Hah, ahh, at least your - ahn! At least you have something good about youuu...!" A whine is drawn out, the only thing he'll ever compliment about the King of Okhema is his cock and that he luckily knows how to use it well.
He can hear Khaslana groan above him, ah...he must be getting close. Anaxa almost wants him not to be, wanting to take him for so much longer. Wouldn't that be so interesting? To captivate the revered King and make him addicted, make him stupid for Anaxa's pussy? Anaxa thinks he may have found a new mission in life. It was his earlier thought, to make Khaslana no more than putty in his hands. Someone who'd beg to fuck Anaxa only when Anaxa allowed it, ah yes...he could tempt him and make him addicted to Anaxa and honestly, Anaxa would be getting off all the while too so it was a win/win in his book.
Khaslana's next thrust while Anaxa is lost in thought is particularly deep, angled, Anaxa can only exhale a pleased moan from it. Oh! There's a warmth that is spilling inside of him next and it's quick to send Anaxa over the edge, cumming on Khaslana's cock and clenching, tightening down on that same beastly thing inside of him to milk every drop. Yes, he needs to make Khaslana crazed for Anaxa's pussy after all, so he has to make sure to entice him, seduce him. Won't he love to stuff this pussy full of his cum again soon? Anaxa laughs at his thought, circling his hips to grind into the still releasing cock. Anaxa can't wait to see his hypothesis come to fruition.
He nearly whines as warmth leaves him, "Ughhh...you'll be paying for the replacement uniform I'm going to need." He huffs and adds, "Your Majesty." With a small surge of strength, he props himself up on his elbows and assesses everything. When he looks down...it's a total disaster. Where his legs are still spread and halfway hanging off the desk, there's just a mess of Anaxa's release. He hopes this horny King doesn't think Anaxa will clean all of that. He hasn't the time to remark it, shivering as he watches Khaslana's cum starting to (regretfully) leak out of his weeping hole.
Anaxa just barely manages to move and sit up but flinches, a finger is pushing the King's spend back inside and his body goes pliant again just like that. "You - !" His beratement is cut off, he's overwhelmingly sensitive and Khaslana pushing a finger into him is too much. He thinks he might cum for the third time, the drag feels so good, he's panting and squeezing down on the finger with a half-hearted wish that maybe it was Khaslana's cock again instead. He shakes the thought from his mind, shaking his hips as he tries to seek another release, just a small one, a quick one! Anaxa bites his lip to hide his disappointment however when he's lost warmth again, Khaslana pulls his hand back. He's not done just yet it would appear because Anaxa then feels his panties that had been hanging around his ankle being pulled up. This King really is too much, he can't be serious?!
Anaxa winces from how cold it feels, how weird it feels for him to sit on such a cum soaked panty, feeling it running down his thigh despite Khaslana's best attempts to keep it inside of him. Anaxa just scoffs, he won't let him see lest he find another way to plug him up. Anaxa may not have the mind any more to stop him if he does. He flutters back his skirt, adjusts it and is quick to hop off the desk. A bold but bad move, his legs tremble and he stumbles and prepares to hit the floor only to feel arms catch him. Anaxa doesn't spare Khaslana a glance, he can't show such weakness, not if he wants to dominate and win. He has to be the one to make the King fall first, either to Anaxa himself, or to just his pussy really. Either way, he wanted to wrap this King around his finger.
Shoving him off, Anaxa steadies himself. "You truly are so..." Khaslana doesn't finish his sentence. Good. He won't hear it. Anaxa just sighs, he'll attend to his duties now. As should His Majesty, he adds like an afterthought, Anaxa needs to find a bath first and foremost. He'll bathe, change his clothes, and in some small part of his brain, he'll wonder if this was a one time thing? Momentary insanity? As he exits the office, he hums in thought. Well, it doesn't matter if it was...Anaxa will make sure it happens again. Not because he wants it to happen again of course, no. Because he wants Khaslana to become weak for Anaxa only, to beg him for it.
Yes, that's it.
It's all about his plan and nothing else.