Written within the Cavern Walls...there lay the tomb of a King.
Whose rule, unbeknownst to all but to the whole world? I have yet to go beyond the cavern walls where my sleepless bride lay. I have not only forsaken one life but two... I cursed myself to keep my one protected, even if it meant solitude.
'There lies the sleeping princess who shall never again awaken from her eternal slumber. If one dares to open the chamber...they will be cursed until their true lover slay's without fail or get his blood sucked by the bloodthirsty demon.'
I sit comfortably alone in my writing chamber with scrolls, upon scrolls of old stories from my ancestors. All the worn-out papers with a wooden rod holding them together, for safekeeping. I write made-up stories from my home. The Castle of Mugburn is where I live, in a Castle up in the North of Nothernberg.
Writing has been my passion, my art, MY LIFE. In any case, how I felt about my made-up stories, I didn't know. But what I learned by telling the villagers' children is that my made-up stories don't make them forlorn or empty. It makes them feel like not all is lost, for hope can be one road away to freedom. Away from the trenches of wealth, poverty, and misery, everything is in the balance of ruling a Kingdom, even from a Mad writer such as myself.
Today was a normal day of writing in my usual study, the walls were rugged stone walls with a natural stone floor, making my abode a serene, timeless atmosphere. For it enriches the uniqueness of their earthly texture, making one feel free to explore the reflections of the soul. It was a perfect backdrop for an adventure on a peaceful retreat. Feeling the immersed beauty of nature's artistry, where every corner tells a story of ancient formations and the quiet strength of the earth.
"See here now! For I come bearing great news." I hear a voice that lies with continuing excitement from the hallways of my castle.
"What news had been great, you shant be here at this deadly hour," I prickle at the thought of the dangerous hours that lurk within the shadows of thy witch's night. For you see, tonight is the Blood Moon of Justice for the Witches all around the county, and even if I were a witch or warlock, I would have cast out these mongrels who call themselves powerful. I can't stand the sacrifices they make for such irrefutable reasons. And yet, nobody knows that...
Even though I am male, this room shan't be tested, I turn to my messenger, "My friend, please do me the honor of spreading sage and goat's blood around the door frames of the castle."
The messenger paled at my request as he stammered nervously, disgustingly pricking his fingernails. "But, sir, I can't do that. I already have to be home now. You know how m'lady is."
I roll my green eyes to the brick ceiling that casts a shadowy glow within my Cavern walls. I ask him, "You afraid of a bit of blood, young one?"
"No!" he spoke too quickly, he muttered, "I mean...a-at least the goat part..."
I stand from my chair, leaning towards his ear, causing an irrefutable shiver to come down his spine. I whisper, "Then, I shall make use of you to get the courage you need."
He silently gasps in a moan, hurriedly catching himself off guard as I continue to lean on him, pushing him to my desk where my chess pieces lay. I lift my gaze while pressing my firm knee up between his trousers, rocking it under his manhood with a smirk on my face.
"For a young boy, you have never failed to do such a deed before, and yet..." I trace my fingers against the boy's small cheekbone,
"You are young for me. How old are you, boy?" I questioned with my back facing him, with a half-scowl on my face. His face was beet red from the short interaction of our bodies' simplest touch.
"One and twenty, sir," he stutters his answer, causing me to reach for his brown locks behind his scalp.
"Good, let's not waste time now, shall we?" I grin maliciously as I press my tongue into his innocent mouth with my large one, causing his moans to be louder than before. I reach for his clothed manhood without permission as he struggles to get out of my grasp, but he seems to have forgotten how to respond to me after his unworthy marriage proposal. I groan while rubbing him against my large hand, which the handmaidens have told me.
"Be reasonable to comprehend your godly perfection, for in my gaze, you are as feverish as my meat." I kept whispering dirty things to his innocent mind as he melted into my touch, yearning to be harassed by my hand. We undid each other's clothing with a naked touch to cause such a heated display of hidden restraints to be released. He moans in front of me as I gaze at his smooth back with my rough hands, as I thrust myself to his inner core, his whimpers are what keep me humping him tightly as posible.
He moans with saliva dripping from his tongue, his eyes closed with hungry affection, "M-More, M'lord" he gasps pleadingly as I give him a harder thrust without blinking as I bring him over the edge of my table with a slap on his rear, causing his cheeks to burn with a valuable mark.
"Ever wonder why I wanted to fck you in the first place?" I begin testing him while thrusting my cock inside his hungry hole. He turns to look at me in disdain, but continues to have hungry eyes of lust.
He shakes his head as he moves his hips to meet mine. I grin as I bite his neck, giving him my mark of territory. He continued to follow my pattern when I begin telling him, "Because I love fcking boys who haven't had the chance to be fcked by me."
I kept at it until I reached my high since he began squirting from his meat 4 times I've hungered for his climax, and if it weren't for my princess slumber, I wouldn't have had the chance to fck the one I want.
The boy held the edges of the table as if it could hold his quivering body. As teeth marks, slap marks, and the feverish kisses I lay on him have been well performed.
"For someone who is one and twenty you are adorable when you moan my lord in that horny voice." I push him down to my meat, "Finish me in your mouth, and for I will banish you from my kingdom of heaven."
I look at him with the darkest lust look I have ever given anyone. He swallows my meat into his mouth as I move deeper for him to get it down to his throat, choke if he will, and I will press my meat inside his hole again. God, he is like magic.
When we reached our climax, I dug him deep until I was through. With a deep breath, I reach for his enchanting brown eyes and kiss his loving lips. Not fast but perfectly poised and sweet, to let him know I wasn't playing, and I hoped he got my message.
"Shall we go then? Here, let me help you with the task I sent out for."