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"Good boy. Now crawl over here and kneel between my legs." Leylin crawled off of the bed and did as he was told. He kneeled in front of Christopher and waited for his next orders.

"Alright, since this is your reward I'll let you do it how you want." He placed his arms on the armrests and leaned back, waiting for Leylin to start sucking his cock. Leylin hesitantly reached towards his naked body with his hands, grabbing the semi-erect cock firmly. He felt the warmth of it in his palm, and marveled at the sight of it. Christopher was by no means small, in fact you could say his dick was well above average. Even bigger than Leylin's in fact. He pumped the cock in his hands until it was fully erect.

He tentatively brought his mouth towards the dick, and licked the tip gently. Christopher let out a soft sigh and relaxed even more into the seat, pushing his cock up towards Leylin. Leylin took the tip of the dick into his mouth and began to suck the dick. Encouraged by Christopher's moans, he picked up the pace and tried to **** more of the cock down his throat.

"Take it easy. Don't **** yourself just yet, I'll be doing plenty of that later." Christopher couldn't help but allude to the future sexual encounters they would have. Although he was being gentle for now, Leylin felt uncomfortable being treated so nicely. He was a ****, a war prisoner. It felt wrong.

Christopher admired the site of Leylin's ass resting on his feet. He had an intense look of concentration as he sucked Christopher's cock. He must be trying so hard not to bite it. Christopher fought back the urge to grab him by the hair and start fucking his face. He wanted to show at least a little bit of restraint for now.

He couldn't understand why he was being so nice towards the fallen king though. He had hated his guts before, and the two kings had completely opposite ideals. It should be normal to hate him, but he felt an odd attraction to him. Like he wanted to see him cry out from pain, but he also wanted to see him moaning in pleasure.

Christopher began to imagine the different things he could do to Leylin's body. He would put clamps on his nipples, and **** him to suck his cock while spanking him. Or he could tie him up for his guards to use while he watched. There were so many possibilities.

He felt a burning desire for him well deep within, but he had not yet realized what these feelings meant.

Leylin continued to suck his cock while stroking the base with his hand. He tasted beads of pre cum, and was slightly revolted. The taste was bitter and salty. Not entirely unpleasant, but not something he was willing to taste either.

His effort finally paid off as he felt Christopher buck underneath him. A warm, sticky fluid entered his mouth and he gagged. He spit the semen back up onto the floor, and flinched. He looked up at Christopher.

Christopher looked extremely unpleasant at seeing Leylin spit out his cum. He furrowed his brows, and glared down at the ****. Leylin shuddered, the eyes burning into him. For once, he felt fear at what Christopher was going to do to him.