Substitute Ambassador Pt. 01

Part 1

As the newest member of the Thlussian Grand Council, the Republic's governing body, I often get the jobs no one else wants. I manage public hearings where the citizens complain and point out every little thing we're doing wrong, I entertain the most long-winded and needy visitors from neighboring countries, I even end up doing paperwork for other council members. My official title is Lord of Domestic Relations, but it should be Lord of Doing Everyone's Errands.

This time, though, I've been sent to the kingdom of Finnu to treat with their King Orton and establish new trade with them. Finnu is an island kingdom just south of the mainland famous for its beautiful scenery, weather, and people. I have no idea why the actual ambassador refused to visit, nor do I understand why the role transfers to a new person nearly every year.

I agreed without complaint, of course. This is practically a vacation! And when I arrive at their port, bathed in bright sunlight and bustling with life, I put all thought of the council from my mind. The king only meets in the evenings, over dinner I suppose, so I have an entire day to explore. The attendants who came with me take my things to the apartments I'll be staying in and I head straight to the center of town.

The people of Finnu are significantly less conservative than those of Thluss. Most people wore no more than a simple robe, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination when the imprints of nipples and flaccid members are clearly visible. Many men and women walked around with the tops of their robes wide open or even hanging off completely, held on only by a sash around their waist. As I walk past a narrow alleyway, I'm certain I hear voices, the people exchanging something much more explicit than words.

The weather is warm year-round, so I understand. I'm sweltering in my formal suit. Regardless, I find it hard to get used to. I do my best to keep my eyes up, my face growing redder and redder the more I explore.

As the sun sets, I make my way up the hill to the castle. It's a pure white sandstone building with six tall spires reaching up into the cloudless sky. The hill it sits on overlooks the sea, so there was a chance I would have an incredible sea view from my room. My attendants informed me the king had a room prepared for me in the castle proper. I've never seen a castle, let alone slept in one, but I do my best to contain my excitement.

I'm welcomed into the castle and led to a small dining room. A sturdy oak table sits in the center of the room. It's different from the large, ornate table used to entertain guests back home. This one was much narrower--nearly half the width of an average dining table. There were also no place settings or centerpieces--only a plain tablecloth to cover the wood. The two tall chairs at either end, on the other hand, are wider than the table itself. I'm fairly thin, blessed with a fast metabolism, but doomed to fail at building any kind of muscle. So, when I sit in this chair, there's practically enough space for another person to sit next to me.

On the opposite end of the room, there's an ornate door, its entire frame inlaid with sparkling pearls and seashells. From that door is where the king enters.

I quickly get to my feet and dip into a well-practiced bow. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to meet you. My name is Ryley Ashton. Thank you for inviting us for these talks."

When I straightened up, the king was right in front of me, a warm smile on his face. His very handsome, chiseled face. His caramel skin glows in the dim candlelight and the streaks of silver in his silky black hair shimmer like moonlight. He's wearing a light, turquoise robe embroidered with golden thread along the hem in the shapes of coral and sea creatures. The robe is mostly open, as I saw in town, closed low on his waist by a pastel yellow silk sash. His chest is bare, revealing the dark hair that covered his slim, toned chest.

"No need to be so stiff. We'll talk business in the morning. I like to get to know my guests before making any deals. I hope you understand." The king's voice is gentle and smooth, like what I imagine honey would sound like if it could talk.

"Of course." The king's bright smile makes me unable to do anything but return it. "I very much appreciated the time to explore your beautiful island."

King Orton lifts my chin and brushes his thumb over my cheek. "You might have enjoyed the sunshine a little too much," he muses with a soft chuckle. "We'll be sure to get something to soothe that for you before you leave."

I'm grateful for the sunburn so the king can't see the flush heating my face.

"I hope you didn't gorge yourself too much on street food. I have quite the meal planned for tonight." He claps his hands on the way to his seat.

The doors at the side of the room burst open and a half dozen men in sheer satin robes--nothing but sheer satin robes--file into the room. When they stand in the light, lined up on either side of the table, I can easily see right through their robes. Unsure where to look, I stare straight down at the table in front of me.

"Have you partaken in the people of Finnu yet?" the king asked.

I look up at the king, doing my best to keep from staring at the man to my left, whose semi-erect cock is right at eye level. "The rumors don't do this island justice. I saw nothing but beautiful people as I walked the market."

"Ah, so you've only had time to visit the market? No matter. You'll get a taste soon." He smiles up at the man standing nearest him and runs a hand down his thigh.

The doors open again and cooks bring out trays of food and drink. A carafe of water and a glass, along with a tall wine glass are set in front of me. I still don't see anyone with silverware or plates. The cooks line up on either side of the table with the people in robes, perhaps waiting for a signal from the king.

Another clap of the king's hands spurs the servants into action, but instead of the cooks setting food on the table, the men drop their robes. They then climb up onto the table. Two lie on their backs, their heads meeting in the center, where another pair of men sit back to back. One man sits in front of the king, chatting with him before my view is blocked. Another man climbs onto the table in front of me and spreads his legs wide. I involuntarily jump up, burning from my neck to my ears.

"Y-your Majesty?"

The king, and a couple of the nude servants who can't hide it, laugh out loud. "This is a true Finnuan dinner! Do you prefer women? I apologize for only considering my preferences."

"N-n-no... Just... surprised?" My voice pitches three octaves higher on the last word. "I--do we--how...?"

The king lets out another hearty laugh, running his hands over the thighs of the man spread in front of him. "Allow me to demonstrate."

He nods again and this time, the cooks approach the table. In no time, food covers the naked bodies on the table. Small, curled piles of noodles wound around nipples, thin slices of meat wrapped around half hard cocks, and cocktail shrimp covered in sauce lined their thighs.

Slices of raw fish drizzled in a dark sauce are spread over the chest and abdomen of the man in front of the king. As promised, the king demonstrates how to enjoy the meal. Leaning over the side of the table, he licks over the man's chest, rising with a piece of fish hanging from his mouth.

"There is no better seasoning, Lord Ryley. Go on, have a taste."

The man in front of me smiles and holds his hand out to me. I take it, reflexively, and stand over him. Noodles coated in a green sauce cover his nipples. Heart hammering in my chest, I lean down and lap my tongue over a bit of sauce. The drop I get on the tip of my tongue tastes vaguely earthy. A hand brushes the back of my neck, holding me against the man's skin.

"You're no housecat. Have a proper taste." King Orton gently pushes me closer, until my tongue is flat against the man's skin.

Savory and bold, the sauce's flavor is only amplified by the saltiness of the skin beneath it. I immediately need another taste and drag my tongue closer to the man's nipple, slurping up a noodle in the process.

The king's hand slides down my back, stopping just before the soft curve of my ass. "That's it. Enjoy the meal, Lord Ryley." As he leaves, he gives my ass a small squeeze that sends a chill up my spine.

When I look up at the king again, his lips are locked with one of the men sitting in the middle of the table. The man passes a grape into the king's mouth as the king pours a jar of honey over his chest. My pants grow tighter as I watch the king suck the honey off the man's skin. The slurping and soft moans from both men fills my ears.

"You should have some more dinner before moving to dessert, my lord." The man in front of me runs his hand up my arm for my attention.

"S-sorry, right..." The man smiles up at me, warm brown eyes to match his warm brown skin. "What's your name?"

This seems to surprise him. "My name?"

"Yes, well, you aren't a plate, so you must have a name. It... it would make me more comfortable if I knew your name."

His smile returned, to my relief. "Please call me Sage, my lord."

"Sage? Please tell me if I do anything wrong."

More relaxed now, I slurp noodles into my mouth. Soft sighs float from Sage as I reach the end of the pile, my tongue now swirling around his nipple. I move down his chest to his abdomen where the same thin slices of fish await. Even raw with just a bit of the sweet sauce, the fish bursts with flavor. Everything is seasoned with Sage.

Once I'm back between his legs, I don't hesitate taking his cock into my mouth. The paper-thin slices of ham wrapped around, already salty from their preparation, taste almost honeyed when mixed with Sage's sweet precum. My technique, or lack thereof, is sloppy at first. Sage's gentle voice guides my tongue around his cock, and his hand gradually guides my mouth further down his length. Layer by layer, I suck away the ham slices until my tongue is pressed directly to the smooth skin of his pulsing erection. Though the food is cleaned from his cock, I don't stop. Each time the soft head of his cock touches the back of my mouth, a shiver shoots down my neck. Sage's moans come out louder and faster until he fills my mouth with a thick stream of sweet cum.

As I round the table, I learn the name of each man I taste. I eat shrimp from Basil's thighs and suck honey from Cori's chest. Meanwhile, the king has his face buried between the legs of the man in front of his seat. Cool soup ran down his abdomen and thighs for the king to lap up while licking the man's balls, taint, and hole.

The men who aren't getting any attention begin to pleasure each other, but they aren't just eating the food on their bodies. Sage had moved into my chair, his cock hard again and gliding in and out of the man bouncing in his lap. The extra space on the chair allowed for two men to sit, not next to each other, but with one straddling the other's lap.

My own cock has been straining against my pants for some time. Watching everyone pleasuring each other makes it ache.

"My lord, join us." Basil invites me back to him. "Have you had a taste of Saffron yet?"

The Saffron he was referring to currently has his mouth around Basil's cock, but he offers me a polite nod as I round the table. Jars of jams and syrups sit next to him and sweet cakes and biscuits line his thighs. I lick along his leg until I reach a biscuit. While Saffron tastes sweet and salty like the others, the biscuit is disappointing.

"Lord Ryley, those are always better with a bit of jam." King Orton must have seen my reaction. He drizzles strawberry jam over Saffron's leg and presses up against me to eat one of the biscuits.

I follow his lead and try another biscuit. The jam had already begun to seep into the dry cookie, enhancing the flavor. The king drizzles syrups over Saffron's chest and more jam over his other leg. While he sucks a nipple, I lean under him to taste a jam-coated cake. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the precum pooling at the tip of Saffron's erection. I pick up another jar of syrup and coat his cock, already salivating in anticipation.

Saffron moans around Basil's cock as I lick syrup from base to tip, swirling my tongue over the head to savor the mixture of his fluids with the saccharine syrup. The king strokes the back of my head as he joins me. Our eyes lock and tongues touch as they travel up and down the shaft. We meet at the tip at the same time and I'm pulled into a kiss. Our tongues swirl around each other and against the sensitive slit leaking more and more as we work. With our mouths around half each, we lick the shaft and kiss at the head.

I'm in such a daze of arousal, I don't even realize my hand had traveled into the king's robe, my finger circling an erect nipple. Stunned by my own forwardness, I yank my hand back and pull away from our kiss.

"Your Majesty, I-I apologize. I didn't realize--"

Thirst in his eyes and a seductive smile on his lips, he takes a soft cake and smears it over Saffron's cock. "Don't worry, I understand. It's difficult for me to keep my hands off you too."

"You don't... need to... You can touch me," I reply meekly. My heart nearly stops as my brain catches up to what my mouth was saying.

He immediately takes my jaw and pulls me to his lips. After a too short kiss, he turns me to face Saffron's erection. Saffron stares down at us, silently begging for us to continue.

"In time, Lord Ryley. For now, help our poor Saffron."

Without needing further instruction or convincing, I take Saffron's cock into my mouth. The cake spread over his length is creamy and rich. A strategy comes to me fairly quickly. I dip my head little by little, sucking the cake off his shaft and letting his cock pop out of my mouth while I swallow the dessert. In time, I make my way to the base, fully cleaning Saffron and ready to earn my reward.

As I suck Saffron's cock, King Orton shifts behind me. His hands travel up my thighs over my hips and stroke my chest until they reach my shoulders to remove my jacket. Slowly, as if analyzing each button, he then removes my vest, leaving me in only my thin button up shirt. My nipples harden as he plays with them through my shirt, making me moan around Saffron's cock. He kisses my neck and, as he's pressed up against me, I can feel the tortured erection trapped in his pants.

The king's hands, lips, and erection stimulating my body and the sounds of sex filling my ears make me ravenous. I swallow Saffron's cock completely and pull back, lips tight around him and cheeks sunken from the suction, until I can flick my tongue over his leaking tip. Speeding up with each dip, I continue until I feel Saffron's cock throb and twitch. I pull back to focus on the head and stroke the base with my hand until he erupts in my mouth. His cum is just as sweet as the cake and I swallow almost every drop. Before I can drink down the last bit, the king yanks me back and thrusts his tongue into my mouth to steal the rest.

A thin line of saliva connects us when he pulls away. "Lord Ryley, shall we continue privately?"

I'm dizzy with desire and desperate for more of the king's touch. The salacious look in my eyes is answer enough for the king to lead me away.