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Maybe Prain knew, or maybe not. If I was a gambler, I’d bet money that he was thinking only of his immediate survival, not of the far-reaching consequences of his words.
But thoughtless ignorance is no excuse. Prain did this to me, and I let him do it. I played along out of love, out of loyalty.
But as my gaze centers on the hairy bulk of the naked King, splayed in the center of the bed, my last vestige of love for Prain dies. Shrivels, and disintegrates into powdery ash.
If I met my brother again, if he wept and apologized, I might grant him forgiveness. But I couldn’t stir up the love again. New love would have to grow, and that would take time. He would have to cultivate it, and I doubt he’d want to invest the energy.
One of the guards informs the King that the offering I brought has been tested and pronounced safe. The palace staff and security don’t seem aware of targeted spells like the ones Rupert described. That kind of magic is apparently rare and obscure, limited to the Elves and little-known among humans, except for a few desperate rebels in the palace.
I approach the King’s bed, while the guards retreat into the hall and close the bedroom doors. I sink to my knees as gracefully as I can, still holding the cupcakes.
“What is this?” The King sits up, scratching his naked stomach. His short cock is already thick and prominent, jutting upward with need. I almost smirk at the difference between his statue’s generous endowment and the reality, but I manage to control my expression.
“Back home, I was a baker,” I tell him. “I would be honored if Your Majesty would taste the delights I’ve prepared.”
“Oh, I’ll taste your delights.” He chuckles at the double-entendre. “Very well, hand it over.”
I thought I might have to persuade him, and I’m relieved I don’t. He’s a warrior still, but since ascending to the throne, he has apparently leaned into the luxuries of a ruler’s life, and his body betrays an increased appetite for rich food. I have the same weakness for delicious treats, the same drive to accomplish my goals, the same love for efficiency that he seems to possess. But I’d like to think our similarities end there.
The King opens the box I handed him, lifts a cupcake, and bites into it. To disguise my anxiety, I decide to try a little flattery. “I’ve been in awe of the efficiency I see here, both in the palace and in the House of Bounty. Your Majesty is wonderfully skilled in the management of an immeasurably large staff.”
“The key to management is delegation,” he says through a mouthful of cakey crumbs. “I put the right people in place, and they keep things running smoothly.”
“How wise of you! And you’re so adept at negotiations and diplomacy.” I give him a demure smile. “I’ve heard the tales of how you convinced Qedron and Messava to become our allies.”
“That I did.” He takes another huge bite. “I get what I want. You’d do well to remember that when you’re called upon to create more gold for me.”
I swallow a nervous lump in my throat. “Yes, Sire.”
“Get up, and take that silky thing off. Let me look at you.”
I climb to my feet, trying to keep my face relaxed and pleasant, even as I worry about the cupcakes. Is the spell active? How fast will it work?
Pulling the silk nightgown over my head, I stand nude before the King, fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands.
His eyes glaze over with lecherous delight. “I’ll bet you have a nice juicy cunt,” he says. “I had a dry, bony one last night, so you’ll be a welcome change. Turn around and bend over.”
I draw in a bracing breath and prepare to obey… but as I’m about to turn around, the King gives a low moan and falls backward onto the bed, the last morsel of the cupcake rolling from his hand. His cock is sticking straight up, thick and purple.
“Yes,” he mumbles. “Yes, just like that. Take your King deeper, all the way down your throat… yes, ughh!” With a shuddering jerk, he comes all over himself.
Cautiously I move nearer, peering at his eyes. They’re glazed over with a film of glowing pink light. The spell has taken effect.
Praise be to Rupert.
Quickly I pull my nightgown on again. I move the box of cupcakes to the bedside table, lift the King’s legs, and swing them back onto the bed. Then I brush away the crumbs and rumple the bedding, denting one of the pillows as if my head lay there.
Meanwhile the King trembles, his cock thickening again. He keeps mumbling obscene phrases, so I glean a few hints about the debauched scenes playing out in his mind. He chokes out “Juliette” the second time he comes, and I wince at the perverse sound of my name in his mouth.
He’s panting heavily, and his eyes are beginning to clear.
“Have another, my lord,” I say, and he munches another cupcake greedily, licking his lips and muttering vulgar things.
Over the next few hours, we work our way through four cupcakes. By the end of it, he’s coated with his own cum, he looks wretchedly pale, and his balls appear rather… shriveled. I decide against giving him any more, but I can’t very well leave the cupcakes for him to eat at the wrong time, so I decide to give the rest to the guards when I leave.
The King is unconscious now, snoring lightly. In the adjoining lavatory, I soak a cloth in water and return to wipe most of the cum from his skin. He has to think he deposited his loads into me.
With that disgusting task finished, I rumple my hair a bit and pinch my cheeks to make them redder. Then I emerge into the hallway.
