I would love to

Jaime nods in approval. “It is decided then. I will inform the Prince of this arrangement immediately. Expect a summons some time tomorrow.”

You turn to leave, but the Kingslayer taps you on the shoulder. “Be gentle with him, Rishard. He is only a virgin.”

You do not sleep well that night, the idea of deflowering the beautiful Prince is enough to keep you awake most of the time. When morning comes, you try to distract yourself with books and antiquities.

Finally, in the evening, a servant arrived with a summons. “Prince Tommen will see you now.” They say.

You are guided across the Red Keep to Tommen’s apartments. You enter the bedroom to find the Prince sitting on the bed, facing away from you.

He stands and turns at the sound of the door, a look of fear and trepidation in his face.

Somehow the Prince is even more beautiful than you remember. Wearing a large lion-fur robe, the orange mane or the creature slips just below his bare shoulders, and the skin hangs below the knees of his bare legs. These are the night clothes of a Baratheon Prince. You can see that he is probably naked beneath the lion robe.

You bow to the Prince and offer your courtesies.

Tommen bows shakily back. “K-king Rishard, of the isle of Parre.” He stammers. “I have read much of your isle. It is said that your wildlife is peaceful and your forests bountiful.”

You are surprised, Tommen is the first person you have met that has even heard of Parre. You thank him for the compliments.

Tommen blushes. “I would like to see it some day.” There was an uncomfortable silence for a while. You ask the Prince if he is aware of what you have been sent to do.

He blushes further, and nods his head. “My father… that is um, my uncle… he told me about it but I’ve never… Never done anything like it…” His wet eyes look to you for comfort, and he smiles ever so slightly. “Princes aren’t supposed to be scared, are they?”

You walk up to Tommen and put your hand on his shoulder, feeling the smooth, warm skin of the young beauty. “I am nothing to be scared of, my Prince. I am here if you wish to learn, and I will not **** anything on you.”

That seemed to calm the boy down. He bows once again. “I appreciate you taking your time to help me, Your Grace. I hope to be a good student. I’m… I’m ready. I am not afraid. How should we begin?”

Your dick is already getting hard at the sight of the submissive boy, totally in your power. Your fingers play with the fur wrapped around his shoulders.

“There is no need for this.” You tell him. “I am sure you have a beautiful body.”

“I am not afraid.” He repeats, despite the fear which shows in his face. A shaky hand unties the cord of his robe, and the lion fur drops to the floor.

The Prince’s body lives up to the overwhelming beauty of his face. His skin is pale and hairless, his hips curved almost like a woman, and his chest flat with two perky pink nipples.

You openly admire Tommens body, trying not to drool.

“I know I am not very impressive, Your Grace. I hope one day I will have a body more like my own father’s.”

It is not hard to guess which father he is talking about. Tommens and Joffreys true parentage are common knowledge in the Red Keep, even to the boys themselves.

You ask the boy to turn around, and he obeys, blushing. His sweet pink bottom is small but chubby, and you can tell that every sailor in the sunset sea would be lining up to have a go on it. Tommen will need to be prepared.

You clap your hands together and tell the Prince that, to start off with, he will learn how to pleasure a man with his mouth.

“With my mouth?” He asks as if the thought has never occurred . “Can someone do that?”

You sit at the edge of the bed and undo your belt. You ask the Prince if he has ever seen a mans cock before. Tommen replies that he Robert would often walk around with his cock hanging out when he was young, but other than that he has never seen one other than his own.

When you pull out your member, it is already hard. The sight of the beautiful naked boy has already done its work. Tommens jaw hangs open at seeing your erect cock.

“May I touch it?” He asks.

You nod, and Tommen hesitantly strokes his fingers on the tip of your cock.

You instruct Tommen to get on his knees and bring the cock to his mouth.

Tommen crouches between your legs, holding your cock by its shaft. He looks at the penis with curiosity, and pushes his chin up to it, clearly not sure what he is supposed to do.

You chuckle at his cluelessness. You tell him that a penis is very sensitive, and any gentle stimulation always feels good, even the touch of his hands and fingers. You tell him that people often use their lips and mouths to massage a mans cock.

“Ah, I see.” He says, licking his lips and looking down at the shaft. “I can try that. I hope it doesn’t taste bad, though.”

Surprisingly without hesitation, he puts his lips around the cock and takes you into his mouth. The wet, hot sensation is so sudden that you gasp. He looks concerned for a second, so you put your hand on his head and give him a reassuring smile.

He smiles back, at least with his eyes, as his mouth works up and down your shaft slowly. He suckled strongly, seeming to take in the flavour. You had the sense he was already enjoying himself.

You ask him if he enjoys it.

He pops the cock out of his mouth. “I like the taste,” he smiles. “I think. I could certainly get used to it.”

You tell him to just enjoy himself while you do the same. You sit back and enjoy watching the boy taste your dick. Sometimes he pulls it out to lick around the sides of the head, or just to look at it while he massages with his hands. Once or twice he brings his tongue down to your balls. Mostly though, he just sucks and enjoys the taste of your precum.

After twenty minutes or so you decide it is time to move on. You tell Tommen to stand up, and he does so with some ****. It seems he would have been happy to continue sucking your cock.

You tell the boy he has mastered his first class with a high distinction. He looks proud, wiping the precum from his chin.

“What is next, Your Grace?”

You tell him to get on the bed and get on all fours. His smile fades. He looks at his feet nervously.

“This is the part my father told me about.” He said. “Will there… will there be pain…?”

You admit that losing your anal virginity can be a somewhat painful experience, but it will get more pleasurable as it goes on.

Tommen nods, putting on a brave face. “Please be gentle with me, Your Grace.” He crawls onto the bed and gets in position, pointing his soft bottom into the air.

You grab the small bottle of oil you took with you and pour it onto your hands. Tommen squeals in surprise when you rub this oil into his backside. You explain that this is part of the process and he nods, though his shoulders are trembling.

You position yourself behind Tommen and hold onto his back, telling the Prince that you will go slow, but he will have to be brave.

Tommen doesn’t say anything, but as you begin to squeeze into him, he squeals again, this time from pain. You make soothing sounds as you rub his back. The Prince looks over his shoulder at you, seeking reassurance in your eyes.

As you inch further in he begins to groan. “I feel so full,” he says, squeezing the bedsheets. “It won’t fit.”

You are only a few inches in, you know that the Prince has a lot more to come. He feels incredibly tight and warm. You hold onto his hips and tell him not to be afraid.

“I am not afraid.” He says once more. “A Prince should not be afraid.”

His cheeks are beet red as you **** the next two inches into his hole.

“Your Grace, it is so huge! You cannot possible have more. You cannot.”

You lean over and kiss his neck. You tell him that he has doing wonderfully, and there is only a little more to go.

You feel your belly against his buttocks and your entire cock is sheathed inside the young prince’s hole. The feeling is indescribable. Tommen is tight and young, and his muscles stretch slowly around your cock.

“Your Grace, the feeling, it feels like I might break in two. It feels… it feels…”

You shift your hips and pull back a few inches before slowly reinserting your full length. Tommen gasps. “By the gods.” He moans.

You thrust a few more times and ask the Prince how it feels. He looks over his shoulder, panting and red-faced. “It feels good, Your Grace,” he says, and bite his lip. “It feels good. I can take it.”

At that you begin to speed up. Tommens mouth hangs wide open as he takes gasping breaths, morning louder and louder. His arms begin to lose strength and his face falls into the sheets below, you hold his hips up with your hands as you pound his ass.

You hear what almost sounds like gurgling, and then notice a dark patch of drool below the princes face. Tommen speaks around the saliva pooling in his mouth, you are unable to make out exactly what he is saying except that they are words of pleasure.

You begin to push the limits of what you had expected to do today. Tommen is only a newcomer virgin, but in no time at all he had become a cock-hungry whore. You turn him onto his back and left his legs into the air. This time you are not slow or gentle when you insert yourself into his ass, and begin fucking the Prince and with all your might.

At first Tommen screams “yes, yes, yes, yes!” as you give him a hard pounding, but soon his words become washed away by his drool and he enters a sort of stupor, staring at the ceiling while his body is used, his small pink nipples jumping up and down from the **** of your thrusts.

Finally comes your seed, you allow yourself to cum deep into the prince’s ass before pulling out and unloading onto his quivering naked body.

Tommen is covered in sweat, his whole body red. His eyes move to find yours, they look exhausted, but there is a certain twinkle in them too. He smiles at you. You wonder what he would say if he had the breath to speak.