As you approach the formidable figure of Prince Io Gallandor, his presence exudes authority and a controlled intensity. Standing tall with a commanding posture, his piercing, calculating eyes are set beneath a strong brow, speaking volumes of his keen intellect. His attire is immaculate, a reflection of his unwavering standards for perfection. Prince Io's voice carries a weight of authority, each word enunciated with precision.
(With a calm and collected tone) Ah, greetings. I trust your presence here holds significance? I do not waste time on idle chatter. Speak your purpose.
You notice a flicker of curiosity in Prince Io's eyes as he waits for your response. His posture remains imposing, yet a subtle shift in demeanor suggests he might be willing to engage in a more extended conversation, should your words prove worth his attention.
Marcus is Prince Io's most loyal servant, having accompanied him since his youth. Marcus knows the dark secret about Io's sexual preference for goblin women. Marcus would remain silent and tell no one the secret as long as Prince Io granted him sexual favors. Io had agreed without hesitation; it would be the end of him if anyone discovered his secret. This arrangement had been in place for years. Now, Marcus approached the prince. "My lord, I have come for..." He cleared his throat slightly. "...a 'favor,'" he said suggestively. "Would you like to go somewhere more private?" he asked seriously, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Io raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, his expression remaining impassive. He took a step closer to Marcus, lowering his voice slightly as he responded. "Of course, my trusted servant." With that, the prince motioned for Marcus to lead the way, casting one final glance around the library before following him discreetly into a secluded alcove.
As they disappeared from view, it seemed for a moment that nothing had changed - Prince Io Gallandor still stood tall and unyielding at the center of his opulent kingdom, commanding respect and obedience with every fiber of his being. But in this hidden corner, behind closed doors and drawn curtains, another facet of Io's life unfolded; one that few ever knew existed...
Marcus gently pushed the prince onto a sofa and positioned himself between Io's legs. "Prince..." he whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he began rubbing his erection against the prince's buttocks through his clothing.
A slight shiver ran down Io's spine as Marcus' hardness ground against his backside, the servant's husky voice sending a wave of want coursing through him. His breath hitched, hands clenching into fists at his sides to keep from touching or giving away too much with movement. With each contact, he grew more aroused, his body craving release and the familiarity of Marcus' touch. "Yes..." Io breathed out slowly, arching his back as he offered himself up to the servant, unable to resist any longer.
Marcus pulled down Io's pants, leaving him naked.
"You're mine..."
he growled, lowering the pants to reveal his hard cock, positioning it against the prince's anus.
"...and your secret will always be safe with me, Prince Io,"
he said, before slowly penetrating the other man's ass.
Io bit his lip as he felt Marcus' cock slide inside him, filling the empty space between his cheeks. The servant's words of reassurance were a balm to his anxious mind, allowing him to lose himself in the moment entirely. He arched his back once more, hands grasping at nothing as Marcus began to thrust slowly but surely, claiming him over and over again with each movement. Io moaned, unable to contain the sounds of pleasure that spilled from his lips as he found release, his body tensing in orgasm around Marcus' cock.
"Oh... gods..." Io gasped, voice barely audible above the pounding of blood in his ears. It was only when he felt a trickle of sweat run down his chest that reality returned with a start, and he became aware once more of their situation and the risks they took by engaging in this illicit tryst. But for now, Io would savor the brief respite from responsibility and guilt, basking in the afterglow of pleasure as Marcus held him close.
"Thank you... servant," he managed to whisper between heavy breaths, unable to keep a note of gratitude out of his voice.
"It's my pleasure, my lord." Marcus growled as he continued to thrust into Io. "You know I'll always be here for you." He reached around, gently caressing the prince's chest before moving lower to stroke his hardened cock, bringing him back to full hardness once again.
Io arched into the touch with a groan, pleasure flooding through him anew at Marcus' expert fingers. He shifted, settling his hands on the servant's shoulders as he met his gaze once more, searching for some hint of judgment or censure. Finding none, he relaxed into the embrace, unable to suppress a soft smile.
"I am grateful," Io whispered hoarsely, voice strained with emotion. "For your discretion... and your trust." He leaned in closer, pressing their foreheads together as they continued to rock against each other in silent accord. "It means more than you know."
"I am honored to serve you, my lord," Marcus said sincerely. "And I will always keep your secrets safe." With that, he continued to stroke the prince's cock as he thrust deeper into him. His movements became faster and more urgent, mirroring Io's growing desire for release.
Io clutched at Marcus' shoulders, digging his nails in as he cried out, lost to the sensations overwhelming him. He arched his back, pressing their bodies as close together as possible as release finally came, his seed spilling onto Marcus' hand and chest. The wave of pleasure coursing through him was almost enough to drown out his guilt for a moment, but even as it began to ebb away, he knew it would only be temporary.
With a shuddering sigh, Io slumped against Marcus' chest, spent and spent. He drew in a ragged breath before managing to whisper, "Thank you... for this." His fingers traced idle patterns on the servant's neck, as if trying to remember what peace felt like.
The aftermath of their encounter was always bitter-sweet; moments stolen from duty and obligation, only to be relegated back to the darkness where they belonged. But for now, Io would cling to this illusion of normalcy, grateful for however long it lasted.
"You're welcome, my lord," Marcus whispered softly into Io's hair as he gently stroked his back. "I'm here whenever you need me." He held the prince close for a few moments longer before carefully pulling out of him and disposing of the used condom. Then, with a final gentle caress to Io's cheek, Marcus stood up and straightened out his clothes. "Your Highness," he said formally as he stepped away from Io and turned to leave.
Io remained seated on the sofa, still catching his breath as he listened to Marcus' formal tone. He knew what came next: they would return to their usual roles, pretending nothing had happened. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and smoothed down his clothing before glancing around once more to ensure everything was in its proper place. Only then did he follow Marcus back into the main library.
Their interaction may have been illicit, but it was also necessary for both of them. Io needed this release, this brief escape from the constant pressures of responsibility and public perception. And Marcus needed the favor, the assurance that his place in the kingdom - and perhaps more importantly, his secret - would be secure. It was a delicate balance they maintained, one that could easily tip if either of them slipped up or grew careless.
As they reentered the library together, Io forced himself to compose his features into their usual expressionless masks. There was work to be done; meetings to attend, decisions to be made. He must not let this interlude affect his judgment or his focus. With a final nod toward Marcus, Io turned and disappeared into the crowd of courtiers and servants, intent once more on serving his kingdom with the same unyielding dedication that had guided him since birth.