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Ivan really doesn't know what to expect when he ventures into the kingdom of Anakt, his father had sent him in the hopes of his finding a bride of noble status, but none of whom he'd met by far had been tolerable or to his liking.
This kingdom had long seen its glory days, ever since their royal family had fallen under a curse, one of which nobody from his kingdom knew much about, things had simply not been the same. The only thing anybody knew was that the prince had mysteriously fallen asleep, and had remained this way for nearly two centuries, locked away in a tower far out of town.
The villages slowly fell into ruin as a result, only a few nobles and common people had remained in the land. Their crops, their towns, and even their farms looked dilapidated and unwelcoming. Ivan really doubts that he's even still alive, but if the rumors are true, a kiss from the prince's true love will be the thing that wakes him up.
The prophecy seems simple enough, and he may as well try while he's still in the land, he really doubts he'll return anytime soon. Before setting out on his journey to the castle, he heads for one of the villages to gather more information about this mysterious curse.
He comes across an old man who appears to be in his 80s, he is gaunt and hunched over a pile of dry hay. Being the first person he's encountered for miles, Ivan decides to try his luck.
"Good afternoon, I'm wondering if you'd know about a prince cursed to sleep in a castle?"
The man is annoyed at first, "and why do you want to know that?"
"I wish to wake him", Ivan says sincerely, the old man simply grunts.
"That's what they always say. Listen kid, my family's been serving the royal family for the past century, no matter what anybody tries he never wakes. I even tried myself back when I was your age, but no matter how much you fuck him, that boy doesn't budge."
Ivan is taken aback, had the prophecy not foretold a true love's kiss?
"I thought the only way to wake him was with a kiss?" he asks.
"Yes, a kiss. Not to the lips, but to the cervix. If you're the right one, he'll wake up, and you can continue the noble family line. I think it's a load of bull, nobody's ever succeeded. Men only go there to relieve themselves nowadays".
"How do you know that he won't wake this time?"
"I'm just saying… don't set yourself up for disappointment, that kid's nothing but a free use hole at this point. Makes you feel bad for him, really. I clean him about once a week, nobody else bothers to, they just use him and then leave him for the next one. Last time I came to clean, there was a whole group in there", he says, like this is all just a regular occurrence.
Ivan grimaces, but still pushes on, "Where is he?"
"Highest point of the castle. The tower's located to the east, all the way down the halls and up a dozen stairs. When you see a red door, knock thrice, and it will open. If anybody else is in there, just wait your turn and don't cause trouble".
"Thank you."
"Have fun, kid."
When Ivan reaches the castle, he's in utter awe. The place is bigger than any he's ever seen, but so lonely. The wallpaper peels itself off the walls like a splitting tree branch, the floor tiles are dull and chipped, and in the very middle of the entrance is a portrait half hidden by a red curtain, one which is half drawn and likely was put up in a haste.
Ivan comes face to face with a portrait of the prince, he's beautiful, immortalized through the oil on canvas, but the most beautiful part is his eyes. Till's features are all striking — sharp eyebrows, a soft jaw, pouty lips — but Ivan is immediately enraptured by his eyes, unable to look away from the sight of their ocean hue.
He does not blame those who travel days just to be in his presence, because there is something unreal about him, like a nymph who is completely unaware of its seductive capabilities.
Forcing himself to tear his attention away, he remembers the old man's words — the tower's located to the east, all the way down the halls and up a dozen stairs. When you see a red door, knock thrice, and it will open — and begins his journey toward this sought after beauty.
On the way there, Ivan passes two men making their way down the stairs, they laugh together loudly.
"Man the prince is tight, felt like he was about to snap my dick off. If I didn't have work today I would've kept going at it".
"Thank God for whoever cursed him honestly, he pleasures me better than my wife, Can't get pregnant, so it's even better!"
Ivan feels hatred boil underneath his skin from how crudely they speak of the prince, such a sacred thing like his body, his essence, should be worshiped and savored, not defiled. He continues forward, resisting the urge to draw his swing and slice both of those men's heads off.
Drawing closer to the door, he hears a man's voice increasingly getting louder, moaning and grunting like cattle. Ivan reaches his hand up to knock thrice on the door, and once it opens he comes face to face with a man, swollen at the hip, completely hunched over the prince's sleeping form.
The man wails like a pig, and he sets an unrelenting pace, not even registering Ivan's presence at the door.
"Fuck! That's a good hole", he says, hips stuttering as he slaps Till's ass, grabbing him by the hips and thrusting as far as his puny dick can go. He ejaculates, heaving heavily, and slips out of the prince, tucking himself back into his pants without ceremony. Not long after that, he seems to notice Ivan's presence, albeit too late.
"Oh, excuse me. I'm about to head out", the man says. Ivan does not reply, instead, he simply stares, "I made a bit of a mess, hope you don't mind. You'll understand once you fuck him though, feels so good, better than any whore".
That does it. Ivan side steps and waits for the man to walk past him, before drawing this sword. The man is too busy buckling his pants that he simply doesn't realize what Ivan is trying to do, not until it's too late.
The man's head tumbles off the stairs first, and then his body catches up, rolling on the steps like a slab of meat. Serves him right. Ivan steps back through the door, which has remained open, and begins to undress himself; unbuttoning his shirt, his pants, and discarding his coat on a chair in the corner of the room. He keeps his sword by the bed.
Finally, he lets himself sit by Till's side, staring at the prince in utter awe. He's down on his back, naked from the waist down, the only thing that even slightly preserves his modesty being a loose, red satin top, half unbuttoned and leaving little to the imagination. The prince is beautiful all over: the curve of his stomach, his pouty lips, the supple flesh of his sleeping form. For a moment, Ivan thinks he's seen a corpse, proven wrong only by the steady movement of the prince's chest, in a slow up and down. he's captivating in a way that has Ivan hypnotized, already moving forward to touch. To wake him.
"You're so beautiful, Till", Ivan's hands move before he even registers them, kneading at the warm skin of Till's legs, kissing at his ankles. Such beauty should be reserved for his eyes only. He wants to make Till into his bride.
No, he will make Till into his bride.
Kidnapping is not out the question, he'll take Till unconscious if he has to, empty himself inside him every single day, but he will wake him up, will have him beat his children. His palm reaches out to caress Till's cheek, and he gets the sudden urge to make him cry, to see the tears streak down his face from those shimmering pools of teal that are his eyes, to prove that Till is indeed alive.
As expected, Till is frail, weighs practically nothing in Ivan's hold. His legs — pale, soft, and littered with marks from other men who came before — part, and the prince's core is exposed. His pussy shows clear signs of use from earlier, puffy and red and swollen, and Ivan can't help but feel a slight bit of regret for not having shown up sooner.
He parts the prince's legs farther, they bend like a doll's, without any resistance, and Ivan is met by even more bite marks surrounding Tills hot aching pussy, a circle of purple that frames it like an artwork.
Ivan reaches out to rub at it, caressing the folds and surrounding skin before moving to thumb at Till's clit. He's wet, and semen seeps out from his hole as it instinctively clenches around nothing from Ivan's provocations. His milk smooth skin is littered with marks from other men, hickeys, and palm strikes, and pinches, and bites, all a testament to how many have tried to wake him before, but failed. Of how many used him to satisfy their vile needs.
Ivan wants to change that, to rid the prince of such dirt, to overwrite the impurity on Till's body with his own. He's not any better than the rest, but it won't matter once Till becomes his.
His. And no one else's.
Hastefully, before he does anything else, Ivan digs his fingers into Till's hole, where fresh semen drips out of, but Ivan dutifully fingers it out. He knows, realistically, that the prince can't get pregnant in this state, but some anomalistic force inside him wills him to do this. He needs to eliminate all traces of filth.
There's dried bits of semen on Till's thighs and belly, and even on his face, so Ivan takes his handkerchief from his pant pocket to wipe at Till's lips, gently, before laying a kiss on his unresponsive mouth, before continuing his ministrations of digging the cum out from his pussy.
It is by this point that the prince stirs, only slightly, his brows scrunch and he sighs slowly, breathing unevenly as Ivan continues to finger the semen out of him. This encourages Ivan, and his cock, which was already half hard, becomes fully erect. Till's voice is magical, equal parts raspy as it is sweet. Ivan needs to hear more of it.
Still digging inside Till's pussy for every vestige of cum left , he deviates his attention toward Till's perky, perfectly erect nipples that stand out from under his night gown. Ivan's hand snakes under the prince's satin top, and patiently finds its way to the bud of Till's nipple. Till stirs again, whimpers slightly, but still does not wake.
So, Ivan pushes hard, tests his limits, pushes the boundary that was broken a long time ago. He feels exhilarated at the thought of Till waking up in a haze of confusion, in the middle of an orgasm, disoriented and drunk on pleasure.
Once there is no more cum dripping out of Till's hole, Ivan takes that as a sign to begin the process of waking Till up. He parts his pussy, which is remarkably hairless for someone who has been asleep for a hundred years, assuming that the old man's 'maintenance' also included shaving Till bare, he can't help but feel a slight amount of jealousy at the fact that he couldn't be the one to do that. But he'll keep note of it for the future. Unceremonious, Ivan spits square into the middle of Till's pussy, and watches as it clenches around his spit.
He slips his pants down, stroking his already weeping cock a couple times before finally slipping it into Till, and reaching all the way down toward his cervix.
"Look Till, we're kissing", he says, as if Till could somehow reply in his state. Somehow, Till moans, "I'm kissing your cervix", Ivan's pace gets faster and harder each time, more desperate the longer he stays inside. His thumb lays firmly on Till's clit, circling steadily in sync with his thrusts, and the feeling is just phenomenal when the prince's pussy begins to clench around him desperately, sucking him in, basically begging for his cum.
It doesn't take long for Till's orgasm to come, walls fluttering over Ivan like a butterfly. Ivan can't handle the pressure, and with one last desperate thrust, he spills himself inside of the prince. And slowly, oh so slowly, Till's eyes begin to flutter awake, crinkling in confusion at the light like a newborn baby deer.
It takes him a moment to understand the gravity of the situation, as he stares at Ivan's bare chest and blinks the sleep away, the cogs turning in his mind slowly. Ivan is plugged in deep, and despite having just ejaculated, his cock somehow gets harder when Till worriedly clenches around him in an attempt to scurry away.
"Who— what— get off me…" Till says, tossing and turning in the sheets, but Ivan, being Ivan, is fortunately a very prepared man. So when Till attempts to kick at him to get up from the bed, Ivan pulls him by the leg and drags him back, flipping him so his stomach touches the sheets, and Ivan's cock nestles gently over his ass.
"Now now, is this any way to greet the person who saved you?" he explains, cupping Till's face with one hand, turning it in a way that permits till to look at him from over his shoulder, "after all, I'm the one who broke your curse", his mouth easily glides over Till's shoulder, leaving a trail of marks in its wake.
"my curse?" Till asks, and he bites his lip not to let any noise slip out, there's confusion mixed in with voice when he speaks.
"the explanation can wait," Ivan says, dismissing Till's concern, "I need to finish my job now, or do you want to be asleep for another century?"
Till moans, and tears prick at the corners of his eyes, "I don't— I don't understand, the prophecy only stated I needed a true love's kiss!"
"And I gave you a kiss", Ivan says, punctuated by a thrust as he slips his cock back inside Till's used pussy, the cum from earlier dribbling out as soon as he's fully inside. It's a waste if you were to ask him, but he'll have as long as he wants to breed Till once they're married. For the second, but definitely not last, time today Ivan flips Till over, back onto his back, and places his hand right over Till's womb, "I'm kissing you right here, don't you feel it?"
Ivan presses down with his thumb, marking a trail down from Till's womb to Till's clit. He circles the overstimulated bud, and Till's body spasms. He screams because it's all too much for him to handle, and Ivan swallows it up by kissing his mouth.
Like this, awake, Till is much more sensitive, and even more vocal than Ivan could've imagined. He mewls every time he's touched around the waist, and just about shakes when Ivan's grip gets anywhere near his erogenous zones. Ivan could get used to this.
Once Till has stopped flailing, too fucked out and stupid to think properly, Ivan decided to move onto a different area. Ivan pulls his dick out from his pussy, and a bubble of cum forms right at the entrance. He lifts Till's legs, and spreads them apart on his shoulders, licking a stripe up Till's pussy and making an even worse mess out of it as he begins to slobber all over it.
"You— ! What the hell are you doi— ngh!"
Till continues to whine, albeit incoherently with Ivan's face stuffed over his cunt, tongue lapping at his clit and dipping into his entrance. Ivan's cum drips out, falling down his chin, mixing with Till's slick, and dripping all over Till's asshole. Till tastes divine like this, with this mix of both of them inside him, it's proof of their unity, Ivan's claim over Till. It's the closest thing to divinity Ivan has possibly ever tasted.
Till is getting closer and closer to another orgasm, and he tries to warn Ivan, before something bad happens, before he makes even more of a mess. But Ivan doesn't care, he closes his lips over Till's clit and sucks. And Till is completely and utterly gone.
His pussy spasms and clenches around nothing, and he babbles to himself while drool falls from his lips, his orgasm completely overtaking him as he gushes all over Ivan's face, who drinks it up like it's the fountain of life, until Till's legs begin to shake and then go limp in Ivan's hold.
Not even a proper minute passes before Ivan is coming face to face with Till's puckered asshole. It's got a single mole on Till's perineum, the slick and semen from earlier drip over it, and the hole itself pulses like it wants something inside it. Naturally, Ivan licks a stripe up the mole, and naturally, his tongue slips inside due to the lubrication.
It's tight, untouched, and Ivan pockets that information for later, he may not have been Till's first today but at least he'll get to claim Till's anal virginity.
Till is still heaving by the time Ivan's tongue is inside, but regains all his awareness once Ivan begins the intrusion.
"Stop! Not there— it's— it's dirty! You asshole!" he attempts, but Ivan isn't having any of it. He continues to plant kisses and hickeys over and around Till's asshole. When he shoves his tongue in one last time, Till has to bite down on his lip to regain his bearings and not scream again.
At the same time, he begins fucking his cum back inside of Till with his fingers, because it's never too soon to really start trying for a baby, even if they're not married yet. Ivan's just speeding up the process is all, the thought of Till round with child only spurring him on even more. Till, the poor thing, can only do so much before he can't muffle his moans anymore as his hole gets violated.
Tills pussy gets so wet that when Ivan flips him over, back onto his back, the slick just starts dripping down his perineum, directly on top of his asshole, which is winking and clenching periodically, inviting Ivan in. He already prepared him enough, and Till is gushing enough slick for him to literally drown in (Ivan's dick is also extremely wet with it), so Ivan obviously just rams it inside all on one go.
Without thinking, he stuffs his fingers back into Till's pussy and plays with his clit while he's fucking his ass, it's so much tighter than his pussy, and tears threaten to spill from Till's eyes at the intrusion.
"You— you fucking asshole!" Till cries,
"It's okay baby", Ivan says, leaning down to kiss him again, licking away at his tears, "I've got you. We're gonna have lots of babies. You're so tight, God."
"I don't—" Till gets cut off by a sudden thrust, and he moans, "I never agreed to that! I don't even know you!"
Ivan stops, giving Till a break for once, and speaks.
"You'll have plenty of time to get to know me later, love. But I guess we can start with this: my name is Ivan, I'm also a prince, and I'm going to make you my wife".
"You— !" Till starts, but Ivan doesn't give him room to think before he's fucking him again. This time, he pulls out when he feels himself getting closer to the edge, slipping back into Till's ruined pussy to unload for the third time tonight.
"Fuck! Stop! Stop! I'm gonna break! Ivan!" Till begins to shake again, screaming Ivan's name over and over as he begs for him to have some mercy, to give him a break, but Ivan is crazed. Once he's had a taste of the forbidden fruit he won't stop until it's completely gone. A part of him wants to break Till in even more, to prove his superiority over the other men who never got to see this side of him. But that can wait. They'll have time to discipline Till's foul mouthed attitude.
He leans his weight on top of Till, spreading him into a mating press, crushing him under the mass of his body, and continues to insistently pound Till's pussy, as his cervix is repeatedly kissed by Ivan's tip.
Ivan can already feel the waves of pleasure that crash over Till, as his pussy stirs back to life once again and begins to clench periodically. Till is close, and so is Ivan. Honestly, from how much cum Ivan has poured into his pussy it'd be a miracle if Till isn't already pregnant by now. But just to make sure, Ivan cums one last time, timed with Till's own sudden orgasm that has his convulsing though a silent scream.
Ivan doesn't pull out this time, just draws back a bit to admire the place where they connect. His cock is by no terms small, but it disappears fully inside of Till, the prince's large clit continues to twitch as his pussy still clenches around Ivan. His pussy lips are sticky with cum, drool, and slick, and Ivan wouldn't have it any other way.
He need to talk to Till before his plan to carry him back to his castle, declare their engagement, and begin wedding preparations. He needs this prince legally bound to him as soon as he can, lest he try to run away. Ivan only hopes he won't decline.
Oh well.
He can always fuck him stupid until he agrees.