LOL! No!

Astolfo snuck back inside the manor. Now aware of his nakedness he was extra careful not to be caught. Although he was fairly worried about being discovered, he was also getting super excited by the thought. He tip toed through the hallways of the manor being extra cautious near the rooms that he knew others were sleeping in. After a few excruciating minutes, he had finally arrived back at his room. He reached for the doorknob relieved that he had made it all the way back unseen. Or so he had thought...

A hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. It was Lancer of Black and he did not look particularly thrilled. He glared at Astolfo with a great intensity clearly, upset about something. "Oh! Lancer! eheheh, I uh...would you believe I was sleep walking?" He desperately tried to give a weak lie as an excuse, but it was futile. "Rider..." That was all Lancer said for awhile. He was so furious, Astolfo almost choked on the dark aura he seemed to be emanating. But it wasn't for the fact that he was naked that he was so angry, it was something else. "RIDER!? WERE YOU THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR BRINGING IN THIS...THIS TRASH INTO OUR FORTRESS!?" He held up a copy of the book Dracula in his hand. The boy couldn't help himself! Everyone seemed so interested in the book and telling him NOT to get it only made him want it more! "H-how did you find that!?" He asked him in fear. When Astolfo turned, he could see all of the shopping bags from his day out were scattered on the floor carelessly. "Crap! I gotta do a better job of not just leaving stuff around like Charlie always chastised me about!" Charlie being Emperor Charlemagne, Astolfo's king whom he was loyal to in life, and also that one kept him from doing stupid stuff most of the time that would end up getting him killed. Astolfo felt that he needed him more in this moment then ever.

All Lancer could do was stare in anger. He hated that book. In fact, were he to win The Holy Grail War, his wish would be to make sure that it would never exist in the first place! In life, he was known as Vlad III The great king of Wallachia and son of Vlad Dracul. A Fierce and terrifying man that struck fear in the hearts of invaders by impaling his victim on large spears. Many saw him as a devil, but in his own country, he was beloved as a hero. All of that changed however, when writer Bram Stoker wrote a book about him 1897 called "Dracula". In the book he was reduced to a villain, a supernatural monster of evil, a vile blood sucking vampire. That was how the world of today saw him. His reputation tarnished, that book was the very bane of his existence.

He was furious with Rider. He would have killed him if it were not for the fact that he would still be needed in the fight against The Red Faction. He tried to squirm away while he was lost in thought, but to no avail. It was then that Lancer noticed his nude body. His soft pale skin that glistened in the moonlight. His feminine like body despite being male. He smirked. "I cannot harm you... you are too valuable an ally to kill...but I believe I have come up with a suitable punishment for you after all..." Astolfo laughed nervously, terrified of the unknown. Fearful of what was about to happen next.

Lancer then undid the fly of his pants and revealed his "lance" to Rider. Astolfo was then suddenly....relieved. "Oh phew! That's what you meant! For a second I thought you wanted me to go commit arson on all the bookstores in town!" Vlad grabbed the back of his head and shoved him mouth first onto his cock. A bit of the nervousness returned, because, felony or not, he was still in for a doozy of a time before the night's end. Astolfo was no stranger to sleeping with men as well as women. He had sex with plenty of men, though he preferred to be the dominant one, he did not mind being on the submissive end from time to time.

Vlad continued to throat fuck Astolfo, pushing his head deeper and deeper on to him. The tip of his cock touched the very back of his throat. The pink haired paladin couldn't do anything but take it. The dark king's hips began to buckle and it seemed as if he would cum at any moment, but he restrained himself and began to slow down and released Astolfo, giving him time to breathe. He sat there on the floor, nude trying to catch his breath, but Lancer didn't give him much time, as soon, he picked him up by his arms and turned him around, then bent him over. "NOW RIDER, YOU WILL SEE WHY THEY CALL ME VLAD THE IMPALER!!" With one mighty motion, he thrusted his dick deep into Astolfo's asshole. He wanted to let out a yelp, but Lancer covered his mouth so that he would not be able to scream. He picked up one of Astolfo's legs by the thigh and lifted it up by his hips. The femboy knight supported himself by leaning onto the walls of the great hallway that they were fucking in. Each plunge was greater then the last. Rider's tight asshole seemed to hug and squeeze his cock like it was it's life's purpose.

Astolfo's cock had grown and was now fully erect and flopping about, dripping precum as he wagged. If Vlad was looking to be a considerate lover, he would have reached around to stroke him. But he was not, this was supposed to be a punishment. All that mattered to him was his own pleasure, a way to vent after having to be so closely surrounded by that wretched book all day long. Astolfo may have intended to be punished, but little did Lancer know that he actually loved this kind of thing. He still loved pussy a little more, but getting his own ass drilled was still pretty great. Vlad was relentless, he kept pounding and pounding away at his bussy until Astolfo couldn't hold back any longer and he came violently all over the door to his room. The sight of this was all Lancer needed before he too came deep inside of Rider's asshole.

The two of them breathed heavily in silence until Lancer dropped him on the floor. "Clean that up before you go to bed!" He barked at him before pulling his pants back up and walking away into the night. "Mannnnn!!! You're so mean!!" Astolfo whined, but he did what he was told. He scrubbed his own jizz off the door then fell hard on his bed. He turned on the television he had in his room and passed out watching reruns of House Hunters International...