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ROYAL PAINS
1 THE PARTY
In the hallowed seat of vampiric power and royal prestige, unholy and unfathomably filthy acts were being perpetrated. This was the thirtieth day following the coronation of Maddox as vampire king of New York, and celebrations were continuing to ensue. The coronation had been somewhat staid and traditional. What was unfolding now was anything but. It had been said that the new king’s tastes ran to the modern and the cruel, in that order. But there was nothing more old fashioned, and nothing that celebrated the common roots of vampire and man, as a group celebration of carnality.
Certainly, Maddox’s senses thrilled to elegant displays of power and its inevitable partner, submission. As much as he looked out into the crowd to see if he might spot something particularly delicious, the crowd stared back. All eyes were on him and his Will, many eager for the smallest bit of acknowledgement, some merely desperate, jealous, and insubordinate souls forced to bare teeth in sociable grins and have a good time whether they liked it or not.
In the midst of the greatest party the New York undead had seen in a hundred years, Maddox reigned over a sea of writhing, moaning, begging, and groaning masters and servants. There was but one royal command this evening: to be present, and to come. Vampires appreciated the clever word play almost as much as they enjoyed the orgiastic gathering.
Will was absolutely naked and covered in a sheen of oil perfumed by rare scents from exotic countries. The collar at his neck kept him in chained check as he serviced Maddox with the kind of enthusiasm that could only come from having his own orgasm held hostage.
The Library was being desecrated, the historical seat of New York’s vampire elite and minor royalty brought to its collective knees by Maddox’s first decree—that all those who wanted to swear fealty and loyalty to him should attend with their blood pets and make merry with one another long into the many nights of his post coronation coital celebration.
He wanted to give the naysayers reason to gossip, and he wanted all to know that he would not rule from the shadows in shame. They had begged him to take the throne and take it he had. He’d taken his boy over it in every way he could think of and was merely waiting for fresh inspiration now.
Will’s blue eyes flashed in the intermittent light cast by rotating chandeliers of wax candles that not only shed light, but hot drips of their corporeal forms upon those below. Maddox smiled down at his boy, feeling a sense of almost complete contentment. This was the best of all possible outcomes: a willing human pet, a city at his feet. What more could an ancient vampire desire?
Lorien was nearby, leaning up against a bookcase. He cut a sullen and romantic figure, his handsome visage gathering attention from male and female, vampire and human supplicant alike. Maddox noticed the way Lorien was gracious enough to acknowledge them all but give no true attention to any. Lorien remained a lost soul, even at a moment of what should have been ultimate triumph. Maddox made a mental note to keep an eye on him. An unsettled Lorien had brought down the previous occupants of the throne. Maddox had no intention of making the same mistake.
A hot tongue lapped at his balls, drawing his attention back to the present moment. Will was pulling every trick in the book to make his master come for him so that he might finally orgasm himself. Maddox had forbidden it since they arrived and Will had made several uncharitable and insolent comments about various guests. Teaching his boy manners was an ongoing struggle, made much more pleasant by how well Will applied himself when he was properly motivated.
He was certainly motivated now if the wetness of his mouth and the enthusiasm of his sucking was anything to go by. Maddox found himself almost unable to contain his orgasm any longer. As the music and the drums slammed into ever faster tempos, Maddox relieved himself down the throat of the man he loved most in all creation, spending his seed deep inside Will’s throat.
“Please,” Will gasped when he was done swallowing, save for a little stray drop of cum that stayed adorably on the side of his lips. “Please. Let me fucking come now.”
“You have done well,” Maddox agreed. “You have earned release.”
“Oh, thank fucking…” Will reached down and grasped himself, only to have Maddox slap his hand away.
“I will be the one controlling your orgasm, boy,” he told Will firmly as he pulled him up to his feet.
All eyes were on them, even eyes that were currently located mere inches above mouths performing dirty acts. Will was beautiful, his body muscular and desperate with need. It was a pleasure to make an example of him. He had something to use too, a toy, or was it more a tool? Whatever it was, it was a smooth, curling shape and lacquered to a high shine. It might have been mistaken for a small sculpture by the untrained eye.
Will grit his teeth as the toy slid into his rear, but this was no normal piece of equipment. This was a piece of craftsmanship designed to find the gland inside the rear of a man with near laser accuracy. Within seconds of the smooth, slick wood entering his body, Will was trembling uncontrollably, his seed arcing from his painfully erect cock out over the sea of thrilled sycophants who raced to be anointed in it. He roared and cried out as he came, the release of the physical and emotional pressure almost too much to take.
Afterward, Will collapsed into Maddox’s lap, entirely undone and now utterly uninterested in any of the proceedings yet to come.
“How long is the orgy scheduled to last, my king?” Alonzo, the royal attendant, hovered nearby, his voice only barely audible above the steady thud of music designed to attend mass copulation. Music to fuck by, as Will put it.
“There is no scheduled end. The debauchery is over when all grow tired. Why not begin as we intend to go on? Royals are expected to be decadent, are they not?”
“Certainly, but they are also expected to manage matters of justice and…”
“I will see those who seek my ruling now,” Maddox said. There was a small clearing around him; it would not count as private, but nothing in the royal court could ever truly be private with so many spies and interested parties forever lurking.
“With an insensate human in your lap?”
“With, as you say, an insensate human in my lap,” Maddox nodded. Will was no bother. He was the equivalent of a sleeping cat, an object to either ignore or fawn over, depending on one’s temperament.
“Does he not object to being treated this way? Most humans prefer privacy.”
“Will is not most humans. He’s a very special boy,” Maddox said, lightly running his fingers through Will’s dark hair. Every bit of the young man was exquisite. He felt both the pride of ownership and the softer tug of love. Both were thoroughly enjoyable.
“He is at least well behaved,” Alonzo noted. “He might make a perfect first fledgling for you, sire.”
“I do not have any fledglings and I do not intend to make any,” Maddox replied. “A human may be perfectly human.”
“It is strongly recommended that you have some kind of heir, my liege.”
