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Sir Ares Stormwolf !
Chanted the queen as she walked into his Chambers dressed in her evening regalia.
Or should I say, my prince. She gave a small courtesy.
To what do I owe, for you to grace me with your presence, your Majesty. He said as he stood up and bowed to show his respect.
She walked farther inside and helped herself to his bed while he took the armchair at the other end of the bed.
I waited all day to see you ! Looks like you are always busy during day time.
My queen ! My brother has put a lot on my shoulders, commanding the royal army is not an easy job.
What a strong man that must have made you. She lay fully on the bed using her right palm to support her face as she placed an elbow on the bed.
I wouldn't put it like that. My queen, please it would send the wrong message if someone comes in and find you like this.
She chuckled.
What exactly do you mean ? Am not naked, is it a crime to lay on the same bed as my husband's brother and take in his sweet scent.
She sat up as he just stared at her without saying a word.
You know "Ares", ever since your brother fell Ill he hasn't been able to perform his marital rights.
He knew better than to have anything to do with the queen. This was not the first time she was doing something like this. He couldn't betray his brother, if only his brother knew the kind of temptation he was going through because of his sexy beautiful wife, he must have surly been treating him kindly.
He looked away from her and cleared his throat.
I had a long and tiring day, a good sleep would do me good. He yawned.
She immediately got the message that she was being rejected once again.
Do you want me to go do it outside. Bring the royal family to shame. She was agitated.
He glanced at her.
Shame you say. The royal family can't be put to shame !
She scuffed.
Is that why you were waiting for me !
No ! Do you have any idea who is going to be the next king after my husband dies ?
He stood up to pour himself a glass of water from a stool nearby which bore a jug and a glass cup.
He took a long sip of it before placing the empty glass back on the stool.
You will have to wait until he announces the heir himself.
Who do you think he will choose, my son is the rightful heir to the throne.
Why are you getting so worried. You just said he is the rightful heir, is their any other problems ?
No ! But if there is something I should know, please do tell me. She looked at him.
There is nothing more to know. He said after a long pause.
Then what right does Lucien has to the throne ? Her voice was a bit high.
He swallowed.
The king said something ?
She didn't reply but her expression told him all he needed to know.
Why don't we talk some other time. This matter is beyond me but I will try to explain it to the best of my knowledge.
Ok ! She said. She was finally relieved that at least she was getting somewhere.
***
Thorne was in his bedroom. He had walked by the training ground where real warriors trained. They were all so skillful with the sword, he wondered when he would be like that. But it didn't bother him much, Lucien wasn't there so he had no problem with it.
Ralph was there. He was the same age as Lucien but more body built than him, he was among the few shirtless ones, his muscles bubbling as sweat ran down his body, his fair skin glittering In the afternoon sun. He was recruited as a soldier two years back.
He got up and walked out of the room, still on his bedtime clothes.
***
As he had predicted, Ralph was still during some early night training. He was all alone and as Thorne came out of his bedroom until he got here, he didn't come in sight of a single person, so they were alone.
What are you doing ? He asked as if he aspected an answer.
Ralph bowed slightly.
Sword training. You want to join me ?
No ! Why would I come all this way for a sword fight ?
Ralph walked closer to him and motioned him to follow him after dropping his sword on the ground.
Thorne did as he was asked. It had been almost two days since he last saw Ralph.
Ralph led him to the storage room, where shields, swords, knife and other training equipments where kept. The room was spacious.
Ralph turn to him before covering the distance between them.
Ralph's hand rose, calloused fingers brushing Thorne's cheek before sliding to the nape of his neck. He pulled him in, their mouths meeting in a hungry clash of teeth and tongues. Thorne melted into it with a low groan that vibrated through Ralph's chest.
They stumbled backward together until Thorne's back met a sturdy wooden rack stacked with round shields. One shield clattered to the floor with a dull thud, but neither cared. Ralph's hands were already working at the laces of Thorne's clothes, yanking the fabric open to expose the lean, muscled plane of his torso. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down Thorne's neck, sucking at the pulse point there, feeling the rapid thud of his heart.
" You're beautiful, I missed this." Ralph murmured against his skin, voice husky. His palm skimmed lower, over the ridges of Thorne's abdomen, until he reached the waistband. He palmed the growing hardness there, squeezing gently through the soft wool. Thorne gasped, hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Ralph fuck." Thorne's hands fumbled with Ralph's belt, the buckle clinking as he tugged it free. The leather fell away, and soon both were shoving fabric down, clothes pooling around their ankles. Their cocks sprang free, heavy and flushed, brushing against each other in the cool air. Thorne wrapped a tentative hand around Ralph's length, stroking from base to tip with a firm, experimental grip that drew a guttural moan from the older boy.
Ralph spun him around without warning, pressing Thorne's chest against the rack. Shields and a few hanging swords rattled softly. He kicked Thorne's legs apart, one hand steadying his hip while the other reached for a small clay jar of rendered fat kept on a nearby shelf, kept there for oiling leather straps and blades.
He dipped his fingers in, the grease cool and slick. "Breathe for me," Ralph whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Thorne's shoulder as he circled one slick finger against the tight ring of muscle. Thorne shuddered, forehead resting against the wood, but he pushed back, wanting it. The first finger slid in slowly, then a second, scissoring gently to open him up while Ralph's free hand stroke Thorne's cock in time, keeping him on edge.
Ralph breaths came in ragged pants. "More… please…"
Ralph withdrew his fingers, coated his own throbbing cock with the fat, and lined himself up. The head pressed against Thorne's entrance, and with a slow, steady push, he sank in, inch by inch, until his hips met the firm curve of Thorne's ass. Both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming: tight heat gripping Ralph, Thorne's knees buckle.
They moved together, Ralph thrusting deep and deliberate at first, then harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing softly. Thorne braced himself on the rack, one hand reaching back to grip Ralph's thigh, urging him deeper. Sweat slicked their bodies, mixing with the scent of oil and steel. Ralph's hand wrapped around Thorne's cock again, stroking him firmly as he drove into him, angling to hit that spot inside that made Thorne cry out sharply.
Make me come, Ralph. Please make me come.
Ralph obliged, pounding into him with renewed force. The rack creaked under the assault. Thorne came first with a choked shout, spilling hot and thick over Ralph's fist and onto the stone floor. His body clenched rhythmically around Ralph, pulling him over the edge moments later. Ralph buried himself deep, hips stuttering as he filled Thorne with pulse after pulse of release, a low, broken groan tearing from his throat.
They stayed locked together for long moments, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together when Ralph finally turned Elias to face him for a slower, softer kiss.
Ralph pressed one last kiss to Thorne's temple.
That was fast. Thorne said still breathing raggedly.
Yes it was !