Substitute Ambassador Pt. 02

Part 2

"Lord Ryley, you've made it much further than your fellow countrymen ever have," King Orton informs me. He's led me down the quiet corridor behind the ornate door he entered from earlier. The paintings and décor are a blur, my focus only on the king.

My mind is in a daze. It takes an exorbitant amount of effort to walk, listen, and talk all while trying to ignore the unsatisfied erection between my legs. Somehow, I respond, "Did they pleasure themselves sooner? I wasn't sure if it was proper...."

After a second of shocked silence, the king lets out a loud laugh. "Surrounded by all those beautiful cocks and you were afraid to bring yours out?"

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I stammer, "W-well, when you say it aloud... I feel foolish now."

"My dear Lord Ryley," the king coos, his voice low and silky, "In my kingdom, it is rarely improper to engage in carnal pleasures. We must maintain children's innocence, of course, and visitors from abroad take time to get used to our customs, but in the local taverns, secluded gardens, or quiet beaches, you will find Finnuans engaged in every sexual act you can imagine."

My eyes widen as I remember the sounds I heard coming from the alley. "I-I see. In Thluss, even speaking of such acts is to be done only behind closed doors."

"So I've heard." King Orton traces a finger up my neck and tilts my chin up to face him. "You've done so well, Lord Ryley."

Suddenly, it is difficult to breathe and my legs struggle to hold me up. The king leans forward, sucking the words out of my mouth with a kiss. My hands find the soft carpet of his chest again, pushing his robe open wider until it slips off one shoulder. They travel down the king's hard abdomen to the sash around his waist.

"Patience," the king purrs against my lips as he grabs my wrists, "You'll have me in time." He kisses my fingers, then the burning blush on my cheeks. "When I mentioned your fellow countrymen... I didn't mean they had fewer reservations. They simply refused to partake." As he speaks, he steps toward me, pushing me back into the wall.

"That explains why the role changes hands so often...." With my wrists held firmly in just one of his hands, he pins them to the wall above my head. I truly cannot fathom why anyone would leave, but I fear what words will come from my mouth if I try to speak more. My cock twitches back to life after softening in the brief respite our walk gave it.

"Will you refuse me, Lord Ryley?" His voice is low, almost inaudible, but I hear--no, I feel every word in the deepest part of me.

I swallow, my mouth trying to remember how to form words. "... No, Your Majesty."

"Good, I'm glad. I won't be satiated until I've had a taste of you."

The king keeps hold of my wrists and pulls me into an elegantly decorated bedroom. Scuffs ruin the leather of my shoes as I use one boot to remove the other as swiftly as I can. Thin lines of smoke drift up from incense pots by the bed, filling the room with the ambrosial scent of jasmine. The soft, lush rug that covers the area around the bed tickles my feet until the king pushes me down into the plush mattress. I sink into its fluff, clinging to the king as his tongue further explores my neck and his hands bare my chest.

The need to see all of the king is unbearable. His tongue teases my nipples and I grip the back of his robe, dragging it off his shoulders. Teeth nip and tug at one nipple while fingers graze around the other. My hips buck up, nearly touching the thick cock hanging between the king's legs. Moans pour from my lips--it's too much and not enough at the same time.

"Your Majesty... please let me taste you too."

With a final pinch of my hard, swollen nipple, the king steps back off the bed. In one graceful swipe, he pulls away his sash. The robe hangs on his hard cock for a second before it slips off, allowing the erection to bounce free. It's bigger than any of the ones in the dining room, easily thicker than my wrist and longer than I could ever hope of fitting in my mouth.

"I'm afraid there's no honey in here to add flavor." A smirk plays on the king's lips as he slowly strokes himself.

I scramble to my knees in front of him, grasp his cock in my hands, and swirl my tongue around the tip. "You taste wonderful, Your Majesty. I don't need anything else."

The king sighs as I hungrily sample every inch of his erection. Using both my mouth and my hand, I work my way from base to tip and tip to base until he glistens with my saliva. I look up to meet King Orton's gaze as I take him into my mouth. His amber eyes are locked on my lips as, little by little, his cock disappears behind them. I pry my eyes from his and look down my nose. The bed of coarse curls waiting for me seems so far away still, even though the tip is already at the back of my throat. With a soft impatient groan, I take more of the shaft into my mouth--until I no longer can. Before I can reach the base, I gag and choke as the tip curves down my throat.

King Orton grabs my shoulders and pushes me back. Thick webs of saliva connect me to him as I cough and gasp for breath. "No matter how good the meal, one should never overindulge." His thumb wipes the drool from my lip, then trails down my neck to comfort my sore throat. "You aren't ready for so much just yet, my dear Lord Ryley."

Determined to make up for my lack of experience, I take him back into my mouth. With one hand stroking the base I can't reach, I redouble my efforts on as much of the king's cock as I can. Soft moans coming from above me and an encouraging hand on my head, I press my tongue up against him and suck his sweet precum out as I bring my head back.

For a second time, the king takes his cock from my mouth.

"Your Majesty," I complain breathlessly, "I'm fine."

"I know, but it's my turn now."

He pushes me onto my back and kisses down my abdomen. With his well-practiced hands, my pants are removed before his mouth reaches my naval. The scruff of his chin brushes against my erection as he moves between my legs. The sensation makes my toes curl.

"Lord Ryley," he begins as he gently strokes me. "Are you usually the sword or the sheath?"

"Sword or sheath...? I'm afraid I don't understand."

"If this here is the sword...." He kisses the tip of my cock. "And this is the sheath...." He next disappears between my legs to press his tongue to my hole. "Would you rather be the sword or my sheath?"

My throat remembers the size of the king's massive sword. The only other time I've had sex, I was the "sheath," and I'd enjoyed it, as much as Thlussian sex can be enjoyed. But I couldn't imagine being on top of a king. And it would be such a waste to leave such a grand sword with no sheath....

"I-I...." Swallowing hard, I give my answer. "I'll be your sheath, Your Majesty."

"You aren't bringing foolish politics into this are you?" The king's voice is stern and his gaze serious. "I don't want to hear anything about a lord not being able to fuck a king."

"N-no! That isn't it!" I quickly hide away the exact thought the king mentioned. "I want to know what it's like... Finnuan sex."

The smile returns to his face. "It would be my pleasure to show you."

The king presses his tongue to the dripping slit of my cock while his hand massages my balls. His other hand holds my erection in place while his tongue teases it. Every touch of his mouth sends shivers up my spine and it takes everything I have to keep my hips still. After one heavy lick from base to tip, the king takes me into his mouth and inch by inch my cock disappears. I can feel him swallow around me as I touch the back of his throat. He holds that position for a moment, looking up at me as my chest heaves. Slowly, he brings his head back, his tongue wagging against me as he does. When he reaches the tip, he begins bobbing his head up and down, picking up speed with each pass.

My head drops back as pleasure overtakes me. "Ahh, Your Majesty.... The others were fools for refusing...."

Without pausing his movements, he chuckles around me and moves his hand from my balls to stroke my abdomen and chest as far as it can reach. Soft sighs and moans punctuate each time his tongue swirls around my tip or I'm welcomed into the deep warmth of his throat. The hand gently caressing my chest changes tactics, roughly pinching a nipple instead. My back arches into his touch.

With a pop, the king releases my cock and he moves to a small cabinet on the wall. The sudden loss of his touch leaves me in agony. I have to bite my lip to keep from whimpering or begging him to return to me.

He finally returns with a small vial in his hand and idly strokes my cock. "This is your last chance to change your mind, Lord Ryley."

"I won't. Please, Your Majesty, I want more. You can have me any way you like." I gaze up at him with nothing but lust in my eyes. I'm ashamed of my behavior, but I can no longer control it.

The king descends upon me, growling, as he attacks my mouth again. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth for a short taste before pulling away. Then, his face is buried between my legs and I feel that tongue, having just practiced on my mouth, pushing against my entrance. From his single pass earlier, I wasn't able to appreciate the sensation of his tongue on my ass. But now, with him squeezing my cheeks as he spreads them apart and sucking the sensitive ring, my cock pulses and drips more and more.

"King Orton, please, ah, I can't take it," I beg shamelessly, "I want to be your sheath!"

Raining kisses, the king worked his lips back up to my cock. "My dear Lord Ryley, I fear I would tear you in half if I went in now."

"I don't mind. I'll be--mnn!"

The king cuts off my whimpers with a slick finger pushed deep inside me. He twists and curls it, pumping his hand into me. "I won't hold back once my cock is inside you, so you need to get stretched out now." A second finger squeezes into my tight hole, scissoring to spread me open. He leans in and curls his fingers up against my walls, touching something that sends lightning through my body.

I cry out and buck my hips, which seems to please the king. Relentlessly, he hits that same spot, even adding a third finger to reach further. All I can do is clutch the sheets as filthy moans slip from my lips that surprise even me.

"I never thought a Thlussian could make such lovely music," the king purred, pumping his hand faster, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. "Listening to you sing as my fingers play your tight little hole is bliss, Lord Ryley."

The king's words make heat burn through my body. I start to squirm, though I'm unsure if I'm trying to escape the overwhelming ecstasy or if I'm trying to find more. "Y-Your Majesty! St--ahh! I can't, ah, I can't--!" My cock aches as pressure builds. It feels ready to burst even though the king hasn't touched it since he left to get that vial.

"Cum for me. Don't hold back. You wanted to feel Finnuan sex, but you can't unless you give yourself entirely to pleasure."

I do as the king says. Casting aside my inhibitions, I relax and allow the intense orgasm to take my body. My mind goes blank. Thick streams of cum flood my chest and abdomen, the king's fingers not letting up until every drop has been expended.

When the world comes back into focus, King Ortus is stroking his cock with the clear, thick liquid from the vial. With his other hand, he flips me onto my stomach and slaps it across my ass. I gasp in pain as I come fully back from my climax.

"I won't have you passing out before we finish, Lord Ryley." He smacks his other hand across the other cheek, then roughly grabs my hips and pulls me up to my knees. Without any hesitation, I wantonly spread my legs and present my quivering, hungry hole to him.

"Haa, I want more..." I pant, my dazed, half-lidded eyes gazing at the king over my shoulder. "Your Majesty, please... please make me cum like that again."

Licking his lips, the king squeezes my ass as a throaty growl leaves his mouth. "I wish to listen to your sweet song all night. Don't hold anything back."

I feel the king rub his tip over my entrance, coating it in more of that slick liquid. Then, I'm torn in half by his swollen head pushing into me. My entire body tenses until I feel the king's hand run up my spine.

"That's it, Lord Ryley. Relax and take me in."

As my muscles unclench, the king slowly pushes in further, pausing after every inch. Tears sting my eyes and my knuckles are white from gripping the sheets. "Your Majesty, it's too much.... It won't fit..." I whimper, "I'm being torn apart."

"You're doing well, don't worry. I'm confident you can accept every inch of my cock." The king then changed tactics, slowly rocking his hips. He pulls out nearly completely, then pushes back in, slightly deeper each time. Once my body gets used to the thrusts, the pain subsides some and I begin to seek out the pleasure from earlier. His hands grip my hips tight to keep them from moving, his fingers bruising my skin.

After just a few more thrusts, I feel his coarse bed of pubic hair against my skin. I've never experienced such fullness in my life. Even still, the kings cock throbs inside me, and I feel each pulse throughout my body. His grip on my hips loosens and he instead kneads my ass, massaging away the pain left by his grasp.

"You're holding me so tight, Lord Ryley. It's as if you wish for me to become part of you." He resumed gently rocking his hips using the same technique as earlier, pulling out nearly all the way, then pushing in until he's fully sheathed within me again.

Gradually, he speeds up, and I feel his shaft rub that sensitive spot from earlier. I let out a soft gasp and reflexively try to move my hips, only to be met with sharp pain. Holding me still again, the king works his way back to that spot, grinding slowly against it with each thrust. The feeling relaxes me and I melt into the bed, sighing quiet moans into the sheets.

"Beautiful.... Simply exquisite. How has no man claimed you for himself?" The king's soft honey voice only soothes me further, until I forget the pain entirely.

"Mnn, my family isn't rich... I'm a lord in name only...." I push back into the king's thrust no matter how much he tries to stop me. "Just for the council to push me around."

King Ortus stops and I let out an annoyed whine. When I look back at him, his eyes burn into me. He leans forward, pushing his cock deeper, and strokes my cheek. "I forget. Carnal desire has no place in Thlussian romance. Men would fight over you here."

I blush and hide my face in the sheets. "If... if you say so...."

Still pressed against my back, the king begins to roll his hips into me in short thrusts, suddenly speeding up. He growls in my ear, "I'll show you. Remain the envoy between our two countries and you will see how desirable you are."

"Mn, I will, ah, I will! I will happily come back," I moan, my body trembling with each deep thrust.

"Ah, my dear Lord Ryley," he groaned, sitting up to grip my hips and plunge harder into my ass. "I'll show you every pleasure Finnu has to offer."

His entire length grinds fiercely against that sensitive spot inside me. My cock starts to leak again, pulsing with each thrust. "Yes! More! I want, ahh, more! P-please, show me!"

The sound of his hips pounding against my ass and the scent of sweat mixed with jasmine fills the room. Lost in euphoria, I can only scream and moan into the sheets, my arms too shaky to hold me up. With only short glimpses from the corner of my eye can I see the king's rippling muscles, glistening with sweat, flex as he nails me to the bed.

"Mnn. ... Majesty...! F-feels... good!!"

The king takes my arms and uses them to pull me into each of his thrusts. I arch my back from the intensity, only for the new angle to help him hit my sweet spot more. Now with nothing to muffle my voice, my cries are all I can hear.

"Sing for me, Lord Ryley," he moans, the throbbing erection inside me punctuating his words. "What do you want me to do?"

"M-more! Give me more! I want, ahh, I want you! Y-your cock, s-so deep!! Please, Your, mn, Majesty! Ahh, m-make me, ahh, make me cum!"

With my lewd words, I feel the king pulse inside me and hear his low groans grow louder. I lose all semblance of thought--nothing else exists except the thick cock inside me and the moaning man it belongs to. I can feel another orgasm building, but I will it to wait. I don't want this to end.

King Ortus yanks one of my arms to pull me to his chest and moves his other hand to my chest. He moves one of his feet onto the bed and I feel his muscles tense behind me. I try to anticipate whatever he planned to do to me, but nothing could have prepared me for the merciless, powerful thrusts he sends up into me. With the hand on my chest and the hand still holding my arm, he keeps me from bouncing up away from his cock.

My legs twitching and quaking, I cling to the arm across my chest, digging my nails in to his skin. The king buries kisses in the crook of my neck as his rhythm breaks. I can feel the throbbing inside me get stronger, his cock longing to release its pressure. His thrusts get longer and he begins to lift me off him.

Desperately forcing words through my sputtering, babbling mouth, I beg, "No...! Your Ma.. jes.. ty!! F-fill me! Don't stop.... I want everything!"

"Mnn, Lord Ryley, truly... magnificent...!"

He rolls his hips up into me in short, quick, rough thrusts, his lustful breaths warming my neck. The hand holding my arm slides down to lace our fingers together. Squeezing me tight to his chest, his body tenses and his long, guttural moan fills my ears as he reaches his climax.

With one final cry as the king's cum shoots deep inside of me, my vision blurs and my muscles clench around him, milking even more hot semen from his cock. My balls pulse as they empty onto the bed, my body trembling with each long rope that gushes out of me.

Once he lets me go, I collapse to the bed, completely spent. The king's seed leaks from my hole and drips down my thighs, still leaving me with a sense of fullness even without the king's cock.

His hand trailing up my legs to my waist, King Ortus lays behind me and holds me to his chest.

"I think our partnership will be rather lucrative, Lord Ryley."