Show To Send Tongues Wagging

*Cowritten with Cross C.

Guiche Chevalier de Gramont wore an easy smile in his charming manner as he raised his wine glass into the air in a toast to the boys he'd lead to this classroom long after lessons had concluded. The moonlight caught the expensive clear glass as the twin moons fuzzily reflected the in red liquid.

"Brothers, a toast as we begin our festivities."

"Cheers!" They cried mirthfully as they tapped their glasses together and knocked back their first of many for the night.

He looked over the five men he'd been asked to gather, Guiche wondered why his lord had ordered him to gather all of the rumor lovers of the Germanian heartthrob Kirche von Zerbst this night. Swirling his wine an honest grin spread across his lips and excitement uplifted him. But then, he was Toin's page; such a contradiction to be page to a peasant, a mockery of their stations yet how could he imagine his lord as a commoner?

That holy lance of virility which Toin bore with its imposing unconcealable size that emanated its presence like crystallization of masculinity made manifest and the sense of reverence that any proper man would seek to attend with their hands it commanded.

Even now Guiche could picture its grandeur, his mind's eye following the curve of the flaccid shaft that was as smooth as polished stone, it slowed drawn to admire the divine craftsmanship of its thick girth that was decorated by forking reliefs of rich indigo veins as thick as his thumb chiseled into its exotic olive surface adding to its perfection and contrasted with the thick bulging veins that would fill the sacred loin to rise that lead up to his lord's giant swollen glans.

Then its luminous visage when anointed in the fresh spit and feminine fluids as it performed its mandate on the supple bodies of the finest the academy had to offer.

Fixated in his mind's eye, how wasn't itself a tangible symbol of Brimir's blessing upon his lord, one that is equal if not a greater blessing than the magic Brimir granted to the nobility as the sign of their mandate to rule over commoners?

"Now really, Gramont." Berisson took a sip from his glass as he peered through his perfectly tousled bangs at him, "What are we celebrating?"

Joyous laughter bubbled from Guiche from the thrill energizing him as he remembered the mighty tool of his lord and it serving its purpose. He ran a hand through his blonde locks, and drew on his lessons of rhetoric. "For men such as selves keen eyes for the lovely lilies of Tristain and beyond, we're hardly short of things to celebrate. I hardly know where to begin!"

"Perhaps your success in your hobby of 'dog' breeding that you've taken up? Rumors are abound about you matching a first year girl to have her noble pedigree defiled by the Zeros commoner familiar?" Ajax spoke, a curious choice for Kirche with his effeminate looks and long silver hair that hide one of his eyes. His pitch causing a ripple of laughter that turned to tugging of collars, clearing of throats and adjusting of trousers as the mood took sudden warmer shift. Even in his deriding description of his lord as a mere hound only made the illicit spark of a noblewoman purposefully seeking a child with a commoner all the more erotic in a heady sensation.

"Surely you could spare some details?" Ajax inquired, his sole visible lilac eye alight with interest shared by the other four.

Though it might be Guiche, but Ajax's interest seemed different than the other men, more intense?

"Aye, and then some!" Guiche continued, throwing his arm in the air with a flourish, he turned to gaze over his peers and locked eyes with Toin in the doorway. His eyes widened and he swiftly moved to attend his lord as he entered the classroom.

Toin had found a proper noble's blouse that he wore very casually and only partially buttoned, but he remained clad in the form-fitting blue pants he'd been summoned with, the large shape of his flaccid holy relic perfectly easy to discern. Guiche's eyes widened even further and his mouth dropped open for but a moment as he saw Kirche following in after his lord, her wrists bound with her own cloak that was being used to lead her dressed-no, perfectly nude! The clingy torn up white camisole from the belief Toin was treating a lady of nobility as a ragamuffin he'd first imagined; wasn't white cloth at all, but a awe-inspiring amount Toin's divine commoner seed. The holes that her voluptuous dark-hued skin peeked through were patches his lieges cum had run down the lines of her body exposing her bare skin.

The sight of her sent Guiche into a state of ecstasy, her body a sight so inspiring that he failed to notice his lord's look of utter disdain for his lack of protocol. From around him there were sputtering coughs as the other boys choked on their wine or hot gasps as they undoubted appreciated the defiling artistry of his liege brazen display of trampling over the vast boundaries that separated nobility from commoners.

"Master, I..."

Toin made a shushing sound with his lips and patted Guiche's shoulder, "Relax, bud. I was recalling the way you were before I turned you into my little bitch. You're doing a great job of that, by the way." He passed Guiche and looked to the young nobles he'd gathered, "And these proud boys must be Kirche's little harem of boy-toys, huh?"

They all nodded in unison.

"Well, you've certainly come a long way from your pitiful attempts at seduction, haven't you?" Toin said with a grin even as he led Kirche over to the professor's desk.

"I believe it's time you gave these oh so fine gentlemen their reward, yea?"

Kirche had an eager look in her eye as she perched her lush derriere upon the desk. "Fufufu, it'll be as much my reward as theirs~" Kirche huskily said.

With Kirche laid out upon the professor's desk, her bent legs spread open, her sacred flower placed on show to the boys who'd unknowingly vied with each other for their chance to lay their eyes upon it petals, her mound shining in the moon light with her wanton desire. Desire for his liege, a mere familiar.

It was Guiche's task to prepare his lord for love-making and he set about it with relish, respectfully going to his knees before Toin. By now he had mastered the trappings of his lord's foreign pantaloons and he quickly slipped the metal button out of it's hole before grasping the zipper and dragging it down swiftly. Toin's blue underclothes bulged out of the opening, absolutely fat with his holy genitals girth and Guiche soon grasped the familiar's loosened pants and pulled both them and his underclothes all the way down his legs, Brimir's Lance uncoiling heavily, bouncing around, slapping his thighs as it did.

He smirked and feasted his eyes even as he enjoyed he gasps from the would-be paramours around him.

"Dear Brimir in heaven..."

"He... has... three legs...?"

"Perhaps we should pay our respects to Louise's cockerel?" Ajax raised.

"The rumors understated it's majesty."

"Was his father a horse or a dragon!?" Choked in disbelief another of the boys.

Toin casually rested a hand upon Guiche's head as he stepped out of his garments

Guiche almost impatiently got his hands on it, marveling at its mass and stiffness like usual, laying his hands on the holy relic Guiche felt the very divine virility of his lords cock flow into him. His cock throbbed in his trousers stiffening and throbbed from divine ardor equal to pleasuring it as the overwhelming carnal purpose to breed Brimirs reaffirmed Guiche's wish to see his lords cock impale the haughty and lewd Germanian girl.

It was indeed like no other cock he had ever encountered before. He stroked it a few times, and it oozed pre-cum from the glans that out-sized his fist all over his fingers. A precious gift rubbed across the glorious shaft of his liege in preparation for penetrating women. His lord's warm pillar in his hand repaid his holy services in kind as Guiche's breath quicken with excitement as his body warmed with arousal as his hands glided across its surface jolting him with spiritual pleasure.

For the last few minutes he had been constantly gathering saliva into his mouth and now he spat his natural lubricant out onto the half-way point of this pillar of manmeat and he used both his hands to rub and spread it across Toin's vast amount of phallus-flesh.

With practiced ease, he dropped the shaft of heavy phallus to rest on his shoulder and dropped his hands down to Toin's sack, rolling the big testicles about in his hands, feeling it contract whenever it sent another “delivery” up the shaft. Gritting his teeth from the divine sensation rendered onto his Guiche continued readying his lord for his duty, yet just as Guiche's breath turned labored from the powerful aching of his loins Toin patted his head indicating that he was ready.

"I think that's enough." Toin stated as Guiche shifted away to the side.

Watching with baited breath anticipation like he'd never felt before swelled in Guiche's chest from the sluggish bobbing of Toin's fat cock from his stride towards Kirche's bent over and **** body. Her bound hands seductively curled her fingers beckoning the lowest of them forwards.

Collectively the boys sucked in a breath with anticipation that built with Toin's every step, Guiche's mouth felt dry at the sheer wrongness of the scene, here six proud men of the nobility stood dumbstruck as a savage beast encroached on a woman of noble blood and breed, its eyes held nothing but wanton lust for her body and its manhood throbbing with the intent to defile her.

In their chests it was more heady than any wine to stand witness to.

It made the way Toin mounted Kirche's form bent over the teachers desk all the more beastly when his large cock skimmed across her back causing a lurid moan to erupt from the Germanian girl when he loomed leaning over her, Guiche groaned in a mix of disappointment that his lords divine tool hadn't penetrated her and in the heady sight of a familiar, a commoner mounting a noblewoman like an animal in a rut.

"Toin~ Please, unleash your passions I can't take being teased and played with~" Kirche needily begged the beast, wiggling her hips to bump her bubble butt on his lords tree trunk shaft as her whole body shivering underneath Toin's body with the desire to be rutted by him.

Several boys moaned from her words, a noblewoman stooping to pleading for a familiar to fuck her! How degrading! How shameful! How Erotic!

"Heh, there's just one last thing." Toin said before he leaned to whisper into Kirche's ear. Straining his own Guiche barely made out some of what his lord whispered.

"-you find the peak of sexual excitement with an audience of lesser hung men while being fucked by a man better hung than any of the crowd."

Guiche wasn't sure what his lord intended with that, but Kirche looking at all the boys watching, she shuttered and whimpered, bucking her hips to get Toin's cock closer to the pussy.

Toin chuckling had to shuffle backwards several half-steps to withdraw his lengthy tool from its resting place on Kirche's back, the broad expanse of his sack hiding his progress from view until suddenly from its own mammoth weight his broad glans of Toin's cock dropped into view suddenly having slid off the shelf of Kirche's backside.

Cursing Toin called on him. "Damn, Guiche guide me inside!"

An order Guiche eagerly complied with, scrabbling onto his knees and to his lord and Kirche. He took hold of his lord's holy tool reverently behind its fat glans and the middle of its thick shaft, its considerable weight fought him as he raised it to Kirche's soaking slit. Breathing in Guiche shivered at the strong scent of the Germanian girl's lust that'd lubricate his lord's union with her.

"Alright, lets try again." Toin said, shifting his hips into motion. This time his lord's tool supported by his own hands found purchase, parting the bronze flesh of Kirche's vulva in a airtight pink seal around pale veiny shaft of Toin. Guiche's hands trembled as the onslaught of pleasure of grasping the divine tool and the heady rush of seeing a woman penetrated by the magnificent prick of his lord stole his breath and made his own meager prick throb.

Collectively the breaths of all the boys hitched when Toin unceremoniously thrust into Kirche, her shriek in mind consuming pleasure that accumulated with the smack of Toin's weighty balls on her hips rang in Guiche's mind like a carnal ringing of a gong, signalling that a woman of nobleblood had been claimed by a commoner, a familiar.

Stumbling back to stand with the other men, Guiche's breath was labored seeing Toin's lance of virility spear into Kirche's unceasing motion of the girthy olive rod plowing into Kirche's depths. It was beautiful, fulfilling sight that suffused Guiche with satisfaction in his mind, heart and loins to witness his liege making the Germanian woman a proper woman.

The other men present watched enchanted by the sight, rubbing their crotches as they warred with their desires to stroke their lesser cocks to the intoxicating view of Toin fucking their object of desire in their place.

Rocking her body to met Toin's thrusts, Kirche animalistically growled in heated desire and whorishly moaned as Toin pulled her fiery hair. "Yesss! Take me Toin, savage me more with your royal prick! Show them why you've lit my flames of passion!" Kirche cried out as their hips slapped together.

None of the boys spoke spellbound by the scene. Shuttering Guiche knew their struggle, how he'd fantasized his beloved Monmon being treated like a cheap whore by Toin, the way he'd witness Toin with Louise many nights. His liege certainly possessed an interest in womanly figures such as his fiancee was an invigorating thought.

Berisson downed his wine with a unquenchable thirst with a shaking hand, Ajax seemed the most enthralled with Kirche's defilement intensely fixated on the point of union, while the other boys stood pants tented gawking in pained lust from the euphoric sight of the despoiling of nobility by a familiar.

They watched on, the empty classroom reverberating Kirche's voice and the vigorous rhythmic smacking of flesh that echoed off the stone and windows into the ears of the noblemen present. The carnal music beat in their eardrums, drying out their mouths as a parchness settled over them and their sense of time ebbed away, then it reach its peak as Toin let out a rumbling groan.

Toin's massive ballsack contracted, skin wrinkling before a gush of hot seed spilled, overflowing from Kirche who keened and her toes curled in the body wracking divine sensation granted by his liege's holy tool. Still mounting the bronze-skinned beauty, his lord grunted and straightened up as he walked back it took a seeming eternity until the sucking pop of his cock coming free and a fountain of seed spilling out no longer plugged in by his enormous phallus.

Gazing out at the silent boy Toin savagely grinned at them. Guiche trembled with barely contained excitement at how he'd use his blessed member.

"How about for an encore we let these poor boys crank one out and a better view of it. After all, Its normal for nobles to grow a sense of reverence and unquestioning admiration as they'd have for a leader for me a little bit at a time, each time they witness me having sex. Listening to recountings of my sexual exploits by anyone and seeing depictions of them also have the same effect. With that in mind, why don't we give really give them something memorable."

"Oooh, Toin you know what lights the flames of my passion~" Kirche sensually purred, her words sending a tingle up the spines of all the boys.

"Watch me closely ride Toin's big, fat commoner cock, and masturbate a lot to it, okay? fufufu!" laughed Kirche as she eyed their combined crotches dismissively before turning her full attention back to Toin.

It was an incredibly lewd scene. Toin and Kirche were sitting upon the floor, a forest of legs around them as the young nobles fisted their turgid cocks. They were kissing, embracing each other fully nude. It was an incredibly erotic scene. Kirche was all plush jiggling bosom and thick hips with a lovely dark tanned skin tone. Toin was less interesting for the most part, his body thin and pasty but he more than made up for it with the enormous breeding-pole erupting from his crotch to bounce back and forth between his chest and Kirche's hefty jiggling breasts.

They made out passionately, swapping spit and tongues, the Germanian loudly moaning her pleasure as one of her hands greedily worked up and down his grand shaft. Her eyes belonged solely to Toin, her previous lover's lacking statue compared to Brimir's holy tool captivating the barbaric Germanian's attention, a barbarian she may be, but Guiche had to admit she had good taste.

Ajax, Berrison, Gimli and Styx had blushing cheeks all as they watched, their mouths hanging open and their hands gently wrapping around their aching hard members and stroking. Lust stoked by the upset of social order going on under their watch.

"Heh, lets allow them to see your face Kirche. Let these saps watch what a woman looks like when she's riding a real slab of meat." Toin boasted, one of his hands coming down to smack Kirche's ass, it's bountiful flesh wobbling from the impact.

"Fufufu, they'll be treated to the visage of a woman embracing her passions~"

Kirche laughed mirthfully as she seductively lowered herself backwards, her hands barely able to encircle the thick pillar of flesh of Toin's cock pulled the heavy rod with her. Laying on her back she hummed in delight as her hands played up it's length. Emphasizing how outclasses her 'lovers' paltry members were in comparison, her hands would pause on Toin's prick reveling in showing where their little dicks would come on her abdomen while Toin's continued far onward past where the biggest of the crowd's cocks would reach.

To begin mounting Toin's goliath prick, Kirche had to stand facing them to lower herself onto it's bulbous shining with precum. She hissed when it kissed her entrance, which grew to a sensual moan as miraculously her lower lips parted and stretch to accommodate it as it was enveloped inch by inch.

"How does it even fit?" Ajax breathed, the other boys nodding in agreement.

Their breathes quickened as they stood jerking their cocks watching the evolution of Kirche's expression from her initial sultry gaze that had ensnared every boy, then closed eyed delectation to wanton ecstasy by the time her hips met Toin's in a wet slap, her eyes contemptuously gazed out over her now 'former'-lovers every boy present quickly understood. On Toin's commoner cock, Kirche lounged on Toin's lap like a pet and cocksleeve until she began on her own to bounce on his prick, riding him straight out of their fantasies.

That a commoner could steal away the most desirable girl in the school, to tempt a noblewoman astray into his arms. Tugging on his cock with greater fervor Guiche smirked, as he could tell the other boys couldn't help feeling a true respect for his liege. He himself took visceral satisfaction seeing the fruition of a fancy of his of seeing the Germanian treated like a trollop by his liege.

They could only stand there watching Kirche's perfect bronze cleavage hypnotically wildly bounce from the beastly savagery as the vulgar familiar treated the dream girl of the academy like some breeding sow. His olive skinned prick cunt stretching monolith disappearing into Kirche's snatch, the way her face would contort as she was fucked through orgasm, after orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! This big fat commoner cock is incredible~" Kirche howled praise, defiantly to the line of cocks leveled at her body.

"Hey Guiche, have those losers step back. They don't deserve to even cum on this minx!" Toin commanded, and Guiche was happy to comply with shooing the other boys back several steps. Yet as the boys stumbled back, dicks in hand.

As Guiche moved to follow them, Toin stopped him. "Ah, ah, I need my page close at hand. Why don't you take a spot right next to us, so you and the others can have a good view."

"Ahaha, you're most gracious my lord!" Guiche flattered Toin for his gift, he stood so he could see his lord's holy tool performing its sacred duty.

"Ready for your second load Kirche?"

"Oh, please, please breed me, breed me with your commoner stock Toin~" Kirche slutty begged, drunk on euphoria. It was a potent cocktail to their minds, hearing a noblewoman begging a familiar to impregnate her.

Then he came, Kirche threw her head back as she arched her spine, making a fiery waterfall from her hair whipping back signalling her ardent passion as she bawdily moaned. Her mouth forming an O as Toin's seed spilled out around his sheathed cock, escaping the air tight seal of Kirche's pussy around it in a white curtain, dribbling down onto the vast plains of Toin's ballsack.

Seeing nobleblood sullied by commoner seed rocked all the boys, the thrill of taboo shoving them over the edge as they came. Their fluids spilling onto the tiled floor at the foot of their defiled idol of fancy. All of them flushed face with excitement, Ajax grinned admiring Kirche as she gyrated her hips to milk more of the divine seed from Toin.

Guiche's groaned from the pleasure of his hand that stirred the heat building in his abdomen, his hand sped across his shaft in a flurry of motion as his orgasm hit like a rampaging dragon. Thin white ropes arched from his cock landing across the expanse Kirche's breasts, his load was minuscule compared to Toin's thick virile seed that continued spilling from around his cock.

Truly, Guiche would covertly spread the tale of this to the four corners of Tristain if he could.