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Chapter 214
by AlexandraS90
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Khaliq comes to your room.
You return to your quarters, awaiting the heir to the Oro Elide with a touch more excitement than you might once have expected. It isn't long before the dark skinned outlander arrives. You let him in, locking the chamber, and granting you both as much privacy as is needed. Even should Kara stop by, with the key resting in the lock, she'll have to wait until you unlock it yourself, providing Khaliq ample time to hide either himself, or any evidence of his little hobby.
Khaliq looks splendid, even in the masculine garb of a mercenary prince.
“Such fine skin.” you can't help but remark, your good hand brushing his, holding his womanly accoutrements. His hazelnut-coloured skin is indeed softer to the touch than many noble ladies you've dallied with.
“That'll be the elf in me.” Khaliq remarks. “It's a blessing, truly.”
“The elf?” you ask, an eyebrow raised.
“Yes, my grandmother, my mother's mother, was an elf. Married the governor of a Sinnabarrovian trading outpost. Hence, the Regent.”
“I didn't know there were elves across the sea.” you remark.
“Oh yes, though they live quite differently to those on your continent. They're few in number, and mostly make their living as nomads, merchants, itinerant mages and the like.” Khaliq explains.
“That would explain the grace with which your mother has aged, as well.” you realise. “Rarely do fifty summers lie so lightly on a woman.”
“Indeed. She truly is a figure to aspire to.” Khaliq says proudly. You sense there is a devotion, a reliance there. Much like yourself, Khaliq has grown up with a dead father and a powerful, commanding mother.
“Care for a drink, Khaliq?” you say, gesturing to an uncorked bottle of your wine of choice
“Perhaps later.” he replies with a smile. No, you think, what he wants is to get into his gown. You can hardly fault him. Indulging in his harmless little habit must be a release for him. Akin to, if not as scandalous, as how you like to relax with your family.
“I trust you don't mind if I indulge.” you say, moving over and pouring yourself a tall draught of wine. Pouring with one unsteady hand, you spill a little on the table, but you're not too bothered. Plenty more where that came from.
“Why don't you go and change into something more... beautiful?” you say. Khaliq grins, withdrawing momentarily to your bedchamber.
When the mercenary returns around five minutes later, you almost **** on Lady Florence's wine. Khaliq's transformation has been remarkable indeed. Going from a lanky sell-sword captain, to a figure as elegant and assured as his mother.
“Well,” Khaliq asks, giving you a twirl, the blue silk of his gown shimmering as he does, “what do you think, Your Majesty?”
“You look divine, Khaliq.” you say, sincerely. You had thought to merely manipulate him, but in his gown, with his dark, curly wig and surprisingly skillfully applied cosmetics, you actually found him rather attractive. “Why, with a lady so fine before me, I almost regret jumping into marriage so quickly.
As you take a seat, you catch Khaliq beaming, evidently, such encouragement means a lot to him.
“Have a seat.” you bid him, shortly after hobbling onto the nearby loveseat yourself, it's comforting sturdiness mirroring the folk who must've crafted it. As Khaliq sits nervously next to you, you shake your head.
“I think we can do better than that, Khaliq.” you say, invitingly patting your lap. The young sell-sword seems to consider this for a good few moments, before deciding to throw caution to the wind, and climbing onto your lap.
“Help yourself to wine.” you tell him, nodding to the two full glasses on the table, easily within arm's reach.
Khaliq does, reaching over and nursing the alcoholic beverage in a most ladylike fashion.
“I can't quite believe how good you look.” you tell Khaliq.
“You are most kind, Your Majesty.” Khaliq says, smiling gently.
“And this dress. Worth every mark you paid to your seamstress!” you declare, taking the opportunity to run a hand along the outlander's thigh.” He shivers beneath your touch. He wants to be manhandled!
Reaching up, you place your hand under his chin and pull the crossdresser close. You can tell from the twinkle in his eye exactly how much he's been anticipating this, or something like it. A man who will accept him in his... non-traditional attire, who'll acknowledge how attractive he is, who'll take him.
The things you'll do to get what you want, you think to yourself wryly.
You kiss Khaliq. He does not pull away. Quite the opposite, in fact. The foreigner leans in, practically mewling into your kiss. You're a little surprised this is a man, someone tested on the battlefield. But then again, his mother was withholding his legacy, until he demonstrated true strength, true capability.
For now, you settle for his attractiveness to you, over any martial prowess.
As Khaliq grinds himself against your lap, your good hand roams his body. He moans and shudders beneath your touch.
As your hand snakes towards his crotch, rubbing and enjoying the hardness you find there, an intriguing contrast to the silken softness of his gown, he looses a full-throated groan of sexual need.
“More... please.” Khaliq practically begs of you. You were never one to disappoint a lady. Or a comely approximation of one.
“Up.” you bid him, taking command of the situation. Khaliq obliges, and you order him a few steps across the room, towards a desk. As you haltingly find your feet, and close the distance between you, you can sense the sell-sword trembling with anticipation regarding what comes next.
“Bend.” you tell him. Khaliq obliges you, stooping down, not full splaying himself over the desk, but enough to emphasise his arse. A little softer, more womanly than the rest of his lithe and lanky frame.
You press yourself up against it once more, enjoying the feel of him against you nearly as much as Khaliq does the hardness of your cock.
On your next direction, Khaliq lifts his hem for you. Gently, carefully. You make a mental note, not to rip or tear any of the foreigner's elegantly-tailored clothing. His garments are obviously very dear to him, and you'll need the young man on side for what will come next.
You free your prick, the only thing keeping your light manhood from his healthy, brown arse his lace undergarment.
“Please, Your Majesty...” Khaliq begins needily. As your hand creeps into the front of his panties, closing around his cock and beginning to manipulate it, the words he intended to use next are stolen, replaced by an eager, high-pitched squeal.
He's different to Donald. Where the Beathan ruler had a purely masculine energy, there's an all too feminine softness to Khaliq.
You stroke his cock a little, grinding yours against his cheeks all the while. You feel the femboy pulse in your very hand.
Deciding enough is enough, you bring your hand back, gliding across Khaliq's hip, bringing down his panties in one smooth motion.
The brown-skinned outlander, so soft and willing, quivers in anticipation. You pause, for just a few seconds, despite your own hunger for him, savouring his anticipation.
Feeling your manhood cry out for him, you plunge yourself forward, easing into him, exhaling with pleasure as you go.
“Harder Edward, please, harder!” Khaliq moans. Until now, you'd been gently easing into him, but it seems you're not being rough enough for the Oro Elide's future commander. That can swiftly change. Gripping his hip, you begin fucking the younger man in earnest. He gasps for you to keep going, with all the dignity and grace of a two silver whore. It felt good to have him so completely under your thrall. As you showed this weak little cub what a true lion could do.
Unbidden, an image bursts into your mind's eye. You're taking Khaliq, clad only in his wig and lace undergarments, bending him over not a desk, but a great tablet of stone. Atop your head you wear your silver mask, the one you'd been given for Cult meetings, it's stern leonine countenance gleaming in the moonlight.
The thought of it, of such complete domination of the trembling warrior prince, filled you with a certain primal satisfaction. Was this what your cousins felt, when they slew and overcame enemies to your grandfather's reign? It was heady, intoxicating...
For his part, Khaliq is responding to your hungry mauling of his body, with equal zeal. His curls bounce as he thrusts back at you, so exuberantly, you're almost knocked back onto your arse. He moans for you, his high and accented tone only spurring you to attack him all the harder.
So great is your lust that you're not able to hold out too long. No sooner has Khaliq himself came, his seed issued forth in several hot, vital spurts, drooling across the surface of the desk, dripping down to the floor, than you finish yourself, shooting your half-demonic seed inside him.
Thrusting madly into him until your spurts abate, you pull out, groggily reminding yourself not to daub any of your essence on the sell-sword's finery.
You rest up against him for a protracted moment, just catching your breath and enjoying your proximity to your new friend... or plaything. You inhale, taking in his perfume, an exotic and invigorating scent. It would linger in your rooms, long after you'd sent the femboy skulking off on his way.
Kara would no doubt pick up on it, but you imagined she would simply deign not to acknowledge it, as she had most of your extramarital romps... the ones she hadn't participated in, at least. Would she even know it had come from a man, though? Would she care? Given her attitudes, you were unsure.
“I hope you don't think we're done, Edward...” Khaliq says, short of breath, panting, but eager for more.
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