The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 10: A Taste of Loyalty (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ and this story is entirely fictional.Everything that happens is safe, sane, and consensual.

Author’s Note: This part of the story is written from Elias's point of view.

Damian’s thighs framed me, spread wide and certain, his cock straining upward between them, thick and glistening. I stood frozen at the edge of the bed, my breath shallow, every nerve alight. I had seen Damian’s body before; training grounds, sparring fields, moments when his shirt clung to his chest in sweat but never like this. Never bared. Never waiting for me.

“On your knees,” he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through me like steel.

My lips parted. My crown, my name, the weight of the palace, all of it fell away. There was only this man. My guard. My torment. My undoing. And I sank. Slowly, trembling, I lowered myself until the rug pressed against my knees, my eyes level with his thick cock rising before me.

Gods.

I had imagined. I had dreamed. But nothing…nothing…prepared me for the sight of him up close. Seven inches, proud and heavy, curved slightly toward me. His skin was flushed lighter at the tip, taut and velvety smooth along the shaft, the head glistening with a gleam of moisture that caught the candlelight. It pulsed, alive, raw power in flesh, and heat radiated from it, warming my lips before I even dared to lean in.

Damian didn’t move. He leaned back, hands folded loosely behind his head again, his eyes locked on me, daring me to make the first move.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and then….I leaned forward. My breath ghosted over the swollen head, and he twitched, just barely. That little reaction emboldened me. My tongue darted out, hesitant, tasting salt and heat, a tentative lick across his crown.

Damian exhaled sharply. His voice was low, dangerous. “Again.”

I obeyed. My tongue traced the ridge beneath his head, slow, savoring, while my hand rose shakily to wrap around his shaft. He was so hot in my grip, so thick I could barely close my fingers around him. I stroked once, twice, and then licked again, longer, until my tongue flattened against him.

He groaned. “Look at me, my prince.”

I lifted my eyes, and the sight nearly undid me. Damian’s gaze burned into mine, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling as he watched me with something between hunger and control. His abs flexed, cut shadows of muscle gleaming with sweat, and my cock throbbed painfully.

I wrapped my lips around his head.

“Fuck…Elias” The curse fell from him, sharp and unguarded.

My mouth was small compared to him, and the weight of him against my tongue sent shivers through me. I eased lower, suck’ing, slowly taking all of his seven inches.. My jaw ached, my throat fluttered, but I wanted it. Gods, I wanted it. I hollowed my cheeks and let him slide deeper, his salty taste flooding my senses.

His hand moved. At first, it was gentle..his rough palm cupping my cheek, thumb brushing across my skin with startling tenderness. But as I bobbed lower, trying to take more of his cock, his fingers threaded into my hair, tightening just enough to remind me who held control here.

“That’s it,” he murmured. His hips shifted, pushing just a little deeper. “Good boy.”

The words sent heat straight to my cock. I moaned around him, vibrations making him hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck, Elias…don’t stop.”

I couldn’t have if I tried. My lips stretched, saliva dripping from my chin, and still I worked him, tongue swirling, my eyes never leaving his. He was magnificent above me…broad shoulders taut, abs flexing each time I slid down, sweat gleaming on his chest. His expression was half-pleasure, half-domination, and it made me ache with want.

He tugged my hair suddenly, pulling me off him with a wet pop. I gasped, breathless, my lips swollen.

His smirk was devastating. “Already addicted, aren’t you, my prince?”

I flushed, but the answer was in my eyes. Yes. Gods, yes.

“Then take it,” he said, firmer now. His hand guided me back, pressing at the base of my skull.

I opened willingly, letting him slide in again, deeper this time, until the head nudged the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I pushed down the gag, determined, desperate to please him.

His groan was guttural. “Look at you… the prince on his knees… taking my cock…” His grip tightened, not cruel, but commanding, holding me in place as his hips rolled forward just enough to feel his power.

Tears spilled hot down my cheeks, my throat strained, and still I moaned, the sound vibrating around him. My hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging into muscle, and his abs rippled under the effort of holding himself back.

When I finally pulled off again, coughing, spit stringing from my lips to his cock, Damian moaned low and rough, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb swiping across the mess of saliva dripping over my skin, and his eyes burned down at me with something between hunger and reverence.

“Elias,” he groaned, his voice fraying. “Your lips… so soft, my prince.”

The praise seared through me, hotter than the candle flames licking the walls. Then his hand slid to the back of my head, steady but not forceful, and he whispered, “Slow, my prince. Take me slower.”

I gave a shaky laugh, breathless, almost disbelieving. A grin flickered across my spit-covered mouth as I licked my lips, and then…without thinking..I leaned forward again, swallowing him back down.

My throat flexed around him, gagging as his thick head nudged deeper. I moaned against him, the vibrations sending a shudder through his whole frame. “Mhmm… uhmm…”

Damian’s breath hitched. His hips twitched, just slightly, as his fingers tightened in my hair. “Fuck, Elias,” he groaned, his voice raw.

I pressed lower, tears springing to my eyes, my jaw aching, until I had to pull back with a desperate gasp. Drool smeared my chin, wet trails running down my neck, and his cock glistened with spit and precome, shining like marble in candlelight.

And gods help me, I wanted more.

I bent lower, my face brushing along the base of his shaft, until my lips found his balls. My tongue dragged slowly over them, wet and heavy, savoring the taste. Damian groaned again, his thighs spreading wider, his cock twitching above my face.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Oh, fuck yes…”

I took one into my mouth, suck’ing gently, rolling it over my tongue, while my hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking, smearing saliva down the length. His moans rumbled louder, his stomach muscles clenching, the veins in his neck standing out as he leaned back, overcome.

I moved between his balls, suck’ing, dragging my tongue across the sensitive skin, letting my lips worship every inch. His cock dripped steadily, droplets of precome painting across my face as I pressed lower, smearing wetness into my cheek, my lashes, my skin. I tilted my face up, and the head hovered right above me, swollen and dripping, marking me with each twitch.

The sight was beautfil. Glorious. His cock glistening, wet, dripping on my face while I knelt beneath him…my lips drooling, my eyes glazed. I moaned again, my voice breaking, and the sound alone made his entire body jolt.

I licked up his shaft slowly, gathering the mess, until I reached the head again. Then I wrapped my lips around him, sinking down with renewed hunger.

“Fuckkk..Elias!” His moan cracked, ragged, the sound of a man losing control. His hand clamped in my hair, his hips rolling forward against my mouth. My eyes watered, my throat jerked, but gods, the way he sounded…the way he needed me kept me there.

I moaned around him, a raw, desperate sound, and it pushed him over the edge of restraint. His cock throbbed violently against my tongue, his abs jerking with each wave, his breath spilling out in curses and groans.

“Shit…so good..your mouth is…  perfect…”

I took as much as I could, gagging, drooling, spit stringing down my chin, until he suddenly pulled me off again. His grip in my hair softened, coaxing me upward instead of holding me down.

“Come here,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

I crawled up his body, trembling, my chest heaving, spit still clinging to my lips. Our cocks brushed together as I straddled his lap…hot, swollen lengths colliding, sliding wetly against each other. The contact made me gasp, then moan, my hips jerking without permission.

“Fuck…” Damian groaned, grinding back once, letting our cocks press and throb against one another. “Look at you… my beautiful prince.”

I whimpered, my forehead pressing to his. His beard scratched deliciously against my jaw as his lips caught mine again, hot, messy, desperate. His tongue slid against mine, and I kissed him back feverishly, tasting the salt of my own spit, the musk of him still lingering on my lips.

He groaned into my mouth, one hand on my jaw, the other sliding lower. His palm gripped my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. Then his touch softened, fingertips tracing the curve of me, brushing feather-light over the swell of my ass, ghosting dangerously close to my hole..

My cock jerked against his, leaking, my body trembling in his hold. I kissed him harder, eyes fluttering open just enough to look at him…pleading silently. Please. Please, Damian. I want you.

His eyes met mine, sharp and searching. His thumb rubbed slow circles into my hip as his beard rasped across my cheek, his mouth still devouring me with rough, endless kisses.

He pulled back just enough to look at me fully, his eyes dark, his lips swollen, his chest heaving. “You want to say something, my prince,” he murmured, almost amused, almost reverent.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My gaze fell briefly to his mouth, then lower…to the proud, glistening length pressed against my stomach. I bit my lip, my breath catching, then lifted my eyes back to his.

He saw it. Gods, he saw it all.

My silent begging. My body trembling for him. My desperate, wordless plea.

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