Re: The King's Concubine [Kingy/Angel] - R18

[Angel Arthur]

At least Arthur knew he could do his job if Alfreds reaction was anything to go by. The King was definetly being quite loud and biting his clothes was not doing much to muffle the noises he was making.

Following the order to keep sucking him off he brought a hand up to circle what he couldn't fit in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down. He kept moving his tongue over the hot flesh in his mouth and even hummed around it, glancing up through his eyelashes to watch Alfred's reaction.

Arthur could tell the other was getting closer to coming. There was a rather noticeable twitch and Alfred's breathing was getting faster and shorter. He briefly wondered wether the King would be too tired after his orgasm to help Arthur with his own erection (one he got mainly from giving the blow job) but pushed that out of his mind for now as he delibertly sucked hard on the head of Alfreds cock and moaned around it for effect, jerking his hand over the rest.

He kept the sucking going as Alfred came and swallowed it, carrying on the movement of his hand to prolong the others orgasm as long as he could. When it finished Arthur released the now softening penis from his mouth and grinned up at the other.

[King of Spades]

He shuddered violently as he reached his peak and cried out in intense pleasure. He was a little bit ashamed to admit to himself that it was his best and longets orgasm ever. Even after he was completely spent and his penis had gone soft, he was still moaning, not yet able to come off of his high. He even had a small sated smile on his lips.

Alfred blinked lazily and spotted Arthur's erection. He smiled some more and tugged him up so that the other was sprawled above him with his back on Alfred's chest- no problem for the ridiculously strong boy. The king's hand travelled between Arthur's crotch and sought for his member. It wasn't hard to find.

Grasping the length with one hand he began to pump, letting his fingers glide in a slow pace. He would quicken the movements when he noticed that Arthur needed more than just lazy strokes. Simultaneously, his tongue was licking its way across the angel's ear and neck.

"I wish I could see your face right now. Maybe I should install a large mirror on the ceiling for future occasions," whispered Alfred right into Arthur's ear. "I would really like to see your expression right now. Does it look lustful? Does it look bored?"

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur really wasn't expecting to suddenly be pulled upwards and end up with his back on Alfred chest with the way Alfred was moaning and looked lost to the world after his orgasm with a smile on his face. He kept his wings folded for comfort and spread his legs with a moan when a hand found his own erection. Arthur didnt understand why he was so hard but the pleasure shooting through him was fantasic even if the touches were to light.

Whining at the slow pace of Alfreds torturous hand he wiggled to try get him to go faster and tilted his head further to the side to allow the other more skin to trail his tongue over. The tongue was hot, to hot, he shuddered when cool air hit where it had been.

He moaned louder when the hand on his cock moved faster and he struggled to get out an answer between panting, arching his hips up into the hand and the distraction of the kings breath ghosting over his ear as he whispered. "L-luh... Lustful!" There was really no point in lying.

At the other saying he wished he could see his face Arthur moaned and raised a hand, a faint glimmer engulfed it and a mirror appeared floating above them encased by a gold enticate detailed framework.
His reflection was clearly shown in the reflective glass; his face red, mouth open as he moaned and eyes wide and darker than normal from arousal. "M-magic. I can do most things you ask of m-me." he met his own eyes in the reflection and closed them at the sight.

[King of Spades]

Alfred could feel his cock twitch at the sight presented before him. The needy ecpression of Arthur above him, his legs shamelessly spread, it was all enough to reawaken his lust. A moan escaped his lips, as everything about Arthur was making him hot.

"Why are you closing your eyes?" He breathed into Arthur's ear. "Are you disgusted at your own needy self?" He sped up the strokes and delighted at the sound of their skins rubbing.

The king's inner voice was spitting profanities at himself. What a disgusting monarch he was - being here in his bedroom with a concubine whom he treated like nothing but a whore. And he took pleasure in what he did. He loved the sense of power he had over the angel, his signs of dominance were littered all over the white skin of the magical creature.

"I don't need your magic. You need my hand to finish you off. Are you going to beg?"

Bad. Really bad. He was rock hard again.

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur shook his head, he wasn't disgusted with himself. No, he just hated himself for getting into this situation. What angel should be reduced to having sex with someone because they were stupid enough to get caught? It hurt to know that if he ever did get to go back home the other angels would not take him back. Then there was the question of why he was reacting so favourly to the kings touches. He arched his hips further up when the strokes increased and let out a desperate moan, blinking his eyes open to watch the reflections in the mirror.

When he settled back down on Alfreds chest he was suprised to feel the other hard again. Letting out a whine, as it was hard to even think at the moment let alone talk, he began to grind backwards onto the kings crotch.

"Please. Please. I c-can't... n-need too come. Please let me."

He kept his eyes open and on the reflections; him laying atop the king with his legs wide open, a hand moving over his erection, his body slowly turning a faint pink colour. His eyes blown wide with arousal and mouth open letting out pants, whines and moans as he steadily ground backwards. Arthur even spotted a few marks on his skin. He still did not understand why this felt so good.

[King of Spades]

The moment Arthur began to grind his arse against his groin he let out a pleased groan. Such a talented, multitasking angel. "As you wished," he whispered and pumped the oher into completion. Watching Arthur orgasm was enough to make him come again. He moaned as he rode out his orgasm- the angel's cum was sticking to his fingers.

He wiped his hand on the sheet and rolled Arthur to his side. Both were a panting mess and ready to sleep. He had no doubt that he would pass out in a few seconds. Lazily, he swiped Arthur's damp fringe and also tried to make his wings look less ruffled. Alfred even managed a small smile and a tender kiss on the other's forehead.

"See you in the morning," he said sleepily while his eyes fluttered close, arm still wrapped around Arthur.

And soon sleep took over, and nothing could wake him that night.

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The next day he slept in. Nobody tried to wake him either, as everybody understood that the birthday celebrations were tiring - also...the new concubine must have had kept the king busy.

Concubine...

Alfred's eyes snapped open and he bolted up, throwing the duvet off of the bed. And there he was, the angel that was his new possession. The king's eyes were wide and his heart hammered against his ribcage, the memories of last night flooded him.

Arthur was still asleep in a fetus position, seemingly undisturbed. He appeared so innocent and angelis in his sleep, very much unlike the erotic adventures of last night.

Regret washed over him. He shouldn't have done that! Not to someone like Arthur, who was not only an angel, but also a victim that was stripped off of his freedom. And Alfred had taken advantage of that.

The young king swallowed a pained sob.

[Angel Arthur]

The hand speeding up was all Arthur needed to finish. He threw his head back and let loose a high pitched desperate noise that quickly cut off when it felt like his lungs suddenly stopped working before he came into Alfred's hand. His own hands grasped for anything they could and found the sheets, pulling on them as he rode his orgasm out and felt the king have his second one that night. He could feel it stick to his lower back, it was a very odd sensation to have the sticky fluid cling between them.

He barely had enough thought left to make the mirror disapear as he was rolled to Alfred's side. Panting he hardly registered what Alfred was doing, before fingers started trying to unruffle his wings, he wiggled at the sensation, finding it slightly uncomfortable now.

As he watched the king fall asleep almost instantly he curled up tighter on his side and closed his own, trying to get to sleep. It took him a little longer to get to sleep than Alfred, who was happily snoring away beside him, with all the thoughts now running through his head again. He eventually dropped off to sleep.

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Arthur slept late the next day, remaining loosly curled up on his side with his a hand cushioning his head in the fetus position; his breathing slow and steady as he slept. The love bites on his neck were now darker, having had the night to bruise properly. The dried cum on his lower back was also still present but most hving been brushed off during the night.

He shifted murmering something in his sleep, his wings once again catching the light in the room from the movement making them shimmer as they lightly reflected light.

Arhtur was comfortable. Extremely comfortable. The bed he was on was so soft and he just wanted to keep sleeping but after hearing a noise, that he couldn't place being so sleepy, and someone shifting around near him he slowly blinked awake and sat up. Rubbing his eyes he stretched his wings out and shivered before managing to focus on the other person present in the room.

Alfred.

"Good morning your majesty." he said as he rubbed his neck, he had an odd pain there that wouldnt go away. He stopped when he pressed down on a lovebite and blinked when he remembered what happened last night. "Did you sleep well?"

[King of Spades]

Alfred tensed as he noticed that Arthur had awoken. Awkwardly, he turned to face the other with a crooked smile, not really sure what kind of expression to make after everything that happened. He wanted to make everything better.

"We should take a bath together," he said with a kind smile. "We both could use one, don't you think?" Around this time his bath was usually ready. The tub was large enough to fit several people, so it was no problem if another person decided to join him- not that he had ever shared any bathing sessions in intimate togetherness.

Carefully, he took Arthur by the wrist and tugged him up. His touch remained delicate and he was really cautious not to do anything that could be considered as sexual. He could treat Arthur as a concubine without having any physical trysts. Never again would he do something like that to the angel.

The small bath house was directly connected to his chambers. They had to pass a short roofed pergola, surrounded by a completely private garden that was protected from the sun by large and old trees. It looked quite idyllic with a small brook filling the air with a pleasant sound of flowing water.

Once inside the bath house they were greeted by walls that were littered with frescoes of beautiful women bathing. Sometimes the pictures could take on erotic undertones and Alfred cursed the painter silently. Everything around him wanted to foil his noble intentions.

The water was pleasantly warm and he signified Arthur to join him. He stripped naked, trying to demonstrate that it was the most normal thing ever.

"This is bliss," he said with a sigh as he closed his eyes, his body engulfed in warm water.

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur nodded at Alfred saying they should have a bath. He felt dirty from the sweat that had dried onto him from last nights activities and the feeling of dried come on his lower back was no exactly pleasent. He smiled encouragingly at him when Alfred took his wrist in a light grasp, too light for what they did last night Arthur thought to himself.

Arthur barely paid any attention as he was lead to the bathhouse, to busy thinking; why was Alfred suddenly acting like last night barely happened? He snapped out of his thoughts when Alfred signalled that he could get into the water too. Stripping himself slowly he too got into the water. He was thankful his wings were waterproof with them being half submerged.

"Hmmm. Who knew you had such a nice bathhouse." he replied, looking around the room properly now and eying the paintings as he leant back in the water.

[King of Spades]

"It's not really my taste but I suppose I did let the master builders and architects have their fun. And what do I get? Pornographic frescoes," said Alfred, eyes still closed. He thought about what to do for the day, and what they would have for lunch. He really tried not to think about anthing indecent regarding Arthur. That angel deserved better than being treated as a worthless possession for his personal sexual pleasures.

Alfred was a good king. Yes, he was a good king. And everything from last night could be made undone.

"What would you like to do today?" He asked. "We could go see the ship King Ludwig gave me. I'm sure it's a precious thing."

Yes, inviting Arthur on field trips sounded fine. It was fun and wouldn't end up in anything awkward.

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur could not get his head round what was going on. Here they both were, sitting naked in a massive bath tub in an obviously luxurious bathhouse and they were talking about the paintings on the wall and visiting the ship Alfred was given as a birthday present. "That sounds like a nice idea." He would of course have to find one of the very few slightly longer clothes he had to go outside. He would not feel comfortable wearing the toga he wore last night at the party outside any more than he did inside during the whole thing.

Deciding he had other things to be concentrating on right now he submerged himself in the water to get his hair wet before popping up with a gasp and shaking his head to get rid of excess water, also giving his wings a shake for the same purpose. Spotting some soaps nearby he grabbed one and started washing himself, glacing over at Alfred he smiled "Would you like me to wash your hair?" he asked as he slowly made his way closer in the water.

[King of Spades]

He did not expect Arthur to rise from the water to shake his wings. It looked really pretty from where Alfred was sitting. He xould stare at those gorgeous wings and that beautifully sculpted body. Arthur himself appeared like a painting or a perfect sculpture.

Alfred gulped and looked down, as he chose to stare at the now troubled water instead. He had to stop doing these secret appreciations of Arthur's amazing this and sexy that. It wasn't right. He didn't wish to idolise the other or make him into an object of his sick fantasies as a sexually frustrated young man.

Then Arthur wanted to wash his hair. Alfred hesitated and didn't know whether he should let the other or if it was too risky. But then again, he had no reason to decline. "I- if you want to," he stammered.

[Angel Arthur]

He smiled as he settled behind Alfred and cupped some water to wet Alfreds hair before starting to wash it. He carefully ran his hands through the gold locks as he worked the soap into it. "Your hair is really soft you know." he said in a slightly quiter voice than normal.

He cupped more water and washed the soap out before working more in. "What time do you plan on going down yo see your ship from King Ludwig?"

[King of Spades]

Somehow, his heart was starting to race the moment he felt the tender massage on his scalp. And Arthur's comment about his hair actually made him blush and he was glad the other couldn't see it. Alfred groaned at his own lack of coolness and control - and promptly wanted to smack himself, because the noise he just made was definitely suggestive.

"W-well I was thinking maybe after lunch? We could go on a little cruise, but I doubt they'll let me."

Subconsciously, he had let himself fall back to lean against Arthur.

[Angel Arthur]

Taking the noise to be suggestive Arthur shifted a bit closer as he continued washing Alfreds hair, now sitting so that he was almost right againest the others back which brought them closer when Alfred leant back on him.

"Hmmm, and what do you plan to do for lunch?"

Reaching down he cupped more water and washed the last of the soap out. "There, your hair is finished."

[King of Spades]

Alfred was almost disappointed when the hair treatment was done, it was way too short! He could have it for hours and hours, seriously. But even though Arthur was done, somehow, he hadn't moved an inch. In fact, it felt like he was now closer to him than before. The presence was nice and warm behind him.

But Alfred knew that this was another dangerous situation. Yet he didn't dare to move away for some reason. It felt too comfortable to be near a warm body that gave you a sense of being safe and not alone in a room too large for a single person.

"I-I don't know. Maybe we could eat outside...or did you perhaps have a different plan?" Alfred really didn't know what he was saying anymore.

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur settled back in the water as it looked like Alfred was in no real rush to move. He hummed thoughtfully as he played with a few strands of the others hair, because he obviously liked his hair being washed, and when he spoke his voice was softer than before.

"No, I dont have any plans." he answered as he twirled the strands of hair in his fingers, "eating outside sounds wonderful. I take it there are some.. private places to have lunch outside?" putting more emphasis on the word private.

He really just saw himself as a sex slave, he may as well live up to that if he was stuck here.

[King of Spades]

Alfred was about to answer that there were a lot of private places. Like the garden they had passed before or the Labyrinth of Riddles, or even the rose garden. Those were perfect places to enjoy a nice picnic and then one or two rounds of fucking afterwards. He really was on the verge of saying that.

But he didn't want to use Arthur anymore. He was going to take care of the other. Because he was a good king.

Almost forcefully, he rose and made his way to take a towel that was neatly folded on a niche. It was such a loss to break the warmth of their closeness. He wrapped the towel around his hips and surpressed another blush. "We shouldn't stay too long in the water."

"I'm sure that we can find a sunny place to eat our lunch. I'll make sure you get...proper clothes from the servants," he said whilst offering the other a towel to dry himself.

[Angel Arthur]

Arthur was suprised to say the least when Alfred suddenly got out of the water and grabbed a towel. The other seemed so comfortable before and they had not spent a lot of time in the water. He tried to work out wether he had said something wrong in anyway and could not think of anything.

Moving through the water he grabbed the towel from Alfred before getting out of the water and also wrapping it around his hips. His wings, dripping with water, stretched out and shook to get rid of most the excess once again, leaving water droplets over the floor. The idea of clothing that may actually cover him was enough to bring a normal smile to his face.

"Do your servents know that any clothing I have needs to have room for my wings? Normal shirts and jackets wont fit really." he gave a small flap of his wings again just to prove a point. "A sunny place seems lovely though."

[King of Spades]

Alfred didn't think they had anything that was suitable for a winged person, but then again his maids were pretty creative. And he was not disappointed. The maids had brought a white chemise that had a low cut arond the back, perfect for the wings, also a matching hose. Grey breeches and black boots were also in Arthur's size. Alfred praised their good work.

It was really funny to see Arthur in something else that didn't make him look like a sex slave. He actually looked like a young noble or even prince right now. "You look really good," he said with a sincere smile.

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They had lunch under the large Ancestor's Tree right next to the castle. Even though Alfred was disappointed by the lack of steak, he still had a great time. Now, Arthur wasn't the most talkative fella out there, but he sure enjoed the angel's company. He also made sure not to steer the conversation towards anything suggestive.

"I'm so excited to see the ship! I've always wanted to be a captain, you know. I wanted to discover the world and meet dangerous pirates, survive storms, see sea dragons and sirens. All of that. But I suppose, being king ain't that bad." It would have been nice if he could sail off somewhere far away, though.

Well, a golden cage was still better than a rusty one.

If not stopped, Alfred could ramble on and on without having to catch some air.

[Angel Arthur]

Putting on the clothes the maids had provided for him Arthur was surprised with how he looked. The clothes fitted him fantasticaly and the whites and greys worked well with him being an angel. The boots were odd though; he had never worn anything other than sandals before.
The kings compliment on his outfit made Arthur fight down a blush, wasn't it his job to compliment the other?

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As the day continued on Arthur got more confused over Alfreds behaviour. He pretty much ignored all of Arthurs attempts to be seductive and he was now babbling on about how he wanted to explore the world and see a number of creatures and beings.

"That is really interesting your Majesty." he nodded along to what the other was saying. "What is it you plan to do with your ship anyway?"

Arthur could again feel people looking at him. He felt a bit like a circus performer as he trailed along beside Alfred with the way he was drawing attention. It probbaly did not help that he was walking beside the King, Alfred was bound to draw attention wherever he went.

[King of Spades]

Alfred did not pay attention to the staring people as he was used to such things. Neither did he understand that all of them were staring at his companion. Naturally, the news and gossips about the king's concubine had already spread, and everybody wanted to see the 'boytoy'. Some even were daring enough to sneak themselves closer to the pair in order to touch the immaculate wings. But then Alfred finally became aware of the curious people and stared them down.

He sighed. Great. Now the whole kingdom knew he was keeping a concubine with him. Good thing he had given Arthur clothes that were more presentable in public.

He gave Arthur a sandwich, assuming that angels eat.

"That ship is probably going to be staying at the dock," he huffed. "Such a shame. But I might be able to arrange a short cruise of about one week. I gotta need to be...persuasive so that my ministers would allow me to go. They're very strict about my fun time, you know. Especially, if it could get risky. And letting me steer and conduct my own ship does count as something risky."

His lips were pursed into a pout.

After a few moments of pondering he looked up to see Arthur. "Would you perhaps...like to come with me? On board of the ship...for a week?"

He probably would regret his question.

[Angel Arthur]

Each stare and whisper directed his way was making him more and more nervous. He managed to keep a straight, blank face up until people had the nerve to actually start touching his wings. His wings were quite sensetive and any deliberate touch to them had him squirming slightly. The first person to touch them almost got smacked in the face by the appendage, the next few who managed just got a twitch out of him before Alfred noticed.

Arthur really wasn't hungry. The lunch he had was enough to fill him up and being out in public, with Alfred, was making him feel rather queasy. He knew that people were only interested in him because he was by all intents and purposes brand new gossip with his status as concubine, not forgetting exotic because of him being an angel. The sun that was shining down on them probbaly did not help matters with is making him look ethreal again.

"That sounds.. lovely." he replied with a smile. He had never actually stepped foot onto a ship. Flown above them yes but never touched one. Ships fasinated him in a way, being a being who could fly.
Arthur looked up at the ship, it was big and very grand. He could tell a lot of work went into making the ship. "I am sure you will be able to persuade your minsters; everyone needs a break once in a while."

[King of Spades]

Alfred smiled. Arthur was pleasant company. Though he wished the other wasn't so submissive towards him, because he could see temperament in those deep green eyes- one that was buried deep, almost lost but still there. And perhaps, with a little bit of kindness, Alfred could reawaken the true Arthur.

One part of his mind said that he was a hypocrite, but he shook it off.

The dock was the eastern border of the capital. It was always a lively place full of merchants, sailors and fishermen. And on an exclusive docking station was Ludwig's gift. Golden letters around the bow read 'Columbia'. It was a majestic full rigged ship with three masts. The vessel was heavily ornated in blue and silver.

"Oh, that's unusual," Alfred said and pointed at the figurehead of the ship. "The figurehead is an angel. I find it oddly fitting. An angel to guide a king on troubled waters." He winked at Arthur.

Obviously, just seeing the ship from its outer grandeur wasn't enough. Alfred was too excited to see the deck and everything else inside of the ship. He grabbed Arthur's wrist and pulled him along.

The vessel was empty, which wasn't bad at all. Alfred could frolic around the deck and cabins all he wanted. The grin on his face was pretty much permanent and his blue eyes shone in boyish delight.

"We could be a famous duo to conquer the twelve seas. I can totally picture it. The Invincible Brothers~" He said, once they had entered the captain's luxurious cabin.

[Angel Arthur]

The ship was magnificent. Definetly suited for royalty and no one would be able to tell that this was not Alfreds ship, with the obvious expensivenss and Spade colours decorating it. When the figurehead was pointed out Arthur could not help but stare at it; he could spot a few anatomical mistakes with the wings, but really how many people had seen an angel long enough to get a decent look at ones wings? As far as he knew he was the first one in decades to be caught.

That thought swiling round his head distracted him enough that he looked momenterily shocked when Alfred grabbed him and dragged him onto the ship. Arthur could not help but smile when he saw the grin on Alfreds face that stayed there.

His smile dropped into a faint grimace, "Invincible brothers?" That was a downright disturbing thought considering what Arthur actually was. "If you don't mind me saying, Your Majesty, but I think you may need to change the name. We are not exactly... brothers."

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