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The guards stood aside, allowing the young cleric entry into the castle. James had never been asked to deliver a message to his king personally, and was more than a little nervous about the whole ordeal. He made his way down the numerous corridors, up some stairs until soon he was in a vast hall, an immense throne standing at the end.

As James made his way closer to it, he could see the king wasn't there, only an old man standing beside his large seat.

"Aha, greetings, you must want the King, yes?", the man nodded quickly, eyeing the cleric up and down, recognising his pristine white robes adorned with the symbol of Sunsliver, as those the priests at the cathedral wore.

"That's right, I was asked by the High Priest to deliver a report to His Majesty, is he not here?", James sighed inwardly, hoping that he hadn't made this nerve-wracking trip for nothing.

"Unfortunately the king is in a training session at the moment with his men, however he's due back at any moment, I'd ask you to wait for him in his quarters just through there", with a warm smile on his lips, the man, who James had now assumed was the chancellor, gestured to a large door at the back of the room.

"Ah, many thanks", James bowed politely and hurried over, struggling to open the heavy door. He eventually prised it open enough to dart though, it shutting loudly behind him and the priest blushing darkly with embarrassment at his feeble strength.

This would be short-lived though as he was soon distracted by the sheer brilliance of the room he was now in, lustrous silver banners adoring the walls, a rich golden rug taking up almost all the floor, and a bed that was likely bigger than most people's bedrooms. It was probably twice the size of a king-size if James would hazard a guess, with fluffy gold and silver bedsheets that looked to be made of the finest silk in Faerdeil.

James was quite awestruck, feeling that he should be paying dozens of gold pieces just to be standing there. He felt it best to take a seat on a stool by the desk to wait, wondering how long it would take for the king to return, which only brought his anxiety back in full. He'd never spoken to the king or even met him before, only ever seeing him from afar at his speeches. He was afraid he'd fumble over his words, make a fool of himself in front of the most powerful man in the land.

He didn't have much time to mull over his fears though before the door burst open, an enormous figure armoured in gold striding into the room and slamming it shut behind himself. It was him, Grayson Godhound, king of Faerdeil. He beamed down at the much smaller male, a dashing smile that made James weak in the knees, thankful he'd decided to sit down.

"Greetings, my secretary told me I had a visitor, though he didn't tell me you a were a cute one", he smirked and winked slyly, sliding an armoured hand through his untamed brown hair. James' blush just darkened as he fumbled over his words, trying desperatly to introduce himself.

"I-I uhh...th-that is to say my name is J-James, I...I'm hear to d-deliver a...a...", he looked about frantically as he became painfully aware at how pathetic he must have looked to the king, though froze as he felt a huge hand resting on his shoulder.

"Now now, relax, you don't need to be so nervous around me, if you've got something to give me, can it wait until I've taken off this armour first? It's boiling in here", and with that he stepped back, tugging his cloak off and tossing it messily on the floor before removing his gauntlets. James didn't exactly know where to look, not wanting to be rude, he turned to the side, trying to concentrate hard on the nearby brickwork as if it were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

He heard more sounds of metal clacking on metal and relieved groans from Grayson, the cleric's curiosity getting the better of him enough to look back, his face immediately turning a deep scarlet. The king had just unfastened the sides of his chestplate and was lifting it off his body, revealing his bare torso which was too much for James. An expansive landscape of tanned flesh, deep ridges of muscle as far as the eye could see with droplets of sweat sliding teasingly over them. Right before him was the king's stomach, a series of eight deeply-defined and bulging abdominals, and above them, well, a pair of muscles that obscured much of Grayson's face. The drops of sweat trickled into the deep chasm between them, and atop each mountainous pectoral was a huge, fat nipple, James eyeing them for perhaps a bit longer than he should have, though the same could be said about any part of the king's top-half.

"Hah, seems I've got an admirer", Grayson grinned widely down at James, whose eyes widened, quickly returning to that stunning brickwork.

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!", he couldn't believe it, he'd gawped over his own king, he was sure there was probably a rule against that somewhere, but soon he'd hear the much larger man's deep chuckling thundering around the room.

"Ahahahaha, don't be ashamed, it's nice, always good to see people who admire the work I've put into this body", the king lowered his arms and pushed out his chest, flexing those tremendous pecs of his and making them bounce in turn, each boulder of muscle pushing upwards and outwards before bouncing back down, a display the young priest couldn't keep his eyes off, and also a display that made him feel a painful hardness in his robes.

"You look a little...uncomfortable on that stool, why don't you come on over to the bed", Grayson walking over to the aforementioned furniture, taking a seat on the edge of the enormous bed and started to pull over his oversized boots. James just began to pant quite heavily, trying to convince himself the king was just being friendly...really, -really-, friendly. He nodded and pulled himself up, slowly wobbling his way over to take a seat further down the bed to his king. The enormous male just chuckled softly, sliding further up so he was practically resting against James, whose nostrils were soon assaulted by the overwhelming, heavy musk that billowed off of Grayson, making him feel slightly groggy, and that was without mentioning the intense heat that radiated off the giant stud.

"I don't get too many visitors in here you know, especially none quite as easy on the eyes as you", James barely held back a squeak as the king ran a huge hand up and down the length of his back, a low murr escaping Grayson's lips; his own breaths were picking up, causing that massive shelf that was his chest to rise and fall heavily.

"Th-That's...nice", as hard as he tried to look away, James' gaze remained transfixed on the king's torso, marvelling in not only how gargantuan it was, but getting lost in the rhythmical bobbing of his chest.

"You know you're free to touch if you want, infact I'd love it if you did", he gave another dashing smirk, flashing his pearly whites as he reached down and gently took a hold of James' wrists, lifting his arms and guiding his hands onto those vast plains of muscle.

"That's okay, I really don't need to...oh...", the priest's protests were lost as he felt the warm, solid flesh in his grasp, slowly stroking those behemoth, bulging pectorals, or what little of them he could manage with his small hands.

"Mmmh, that's it, feel how big they are, a lot of years went into these", Grayson leant back on his hands, murring softly as he felt the cleric nearing his nipples, the huge nubs particularly sensitive, which James found out almost immediately as with only a light brush of his fingers, the king's immense body quaked in delight.

"Aaaah, careful, keep that up and I'll break right out of these legplates, speaking of which, I should probably take them off", the king reached down, his thick fingers releasing the fastenings holding the golden plates together. He shifted about to let the armour slide off the edge of the bed and land with a heavy thud on the floor below, sighing in relief as he was left in only a pair of dark-blue boxers that really left little to the imagination. At his crotch were two cantaloupe-sized bulges that strained the thin fabric on their own, and snaking down his leg was a monstrous bulge, James' eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he saw at least half a foot of Grayson's extra-thick manhood hanging out of the bottom of his boxers, the huge head leaking precum already.

"Hah, you look surprised, not used to men of my size?", once again he took hold of James' wrists, pulling his hands away from his chest and now resting them upon his titanic balls, James moaning as he stroked, feeling them rumble and stir, churning with gallons of seed. All the while the semi-hard shaft grew and grew, not only in length but in girth too, throbbing dangerously as the river of precum strengthened.

"I have a rather naughty idea...", Grayson grabbed his boxers and tore it off in one quick action, his cock springing up to attention, James narrowly avoiding getting smacked in the face by it. The cleric blinked as his hands had now been moved to the base of that monumental meat, the head as well as a good few inches more were wedged firmly in the king's colossal pecs, deep in the cavern between them.

"Watch this", the king grunted and flexed that mighty shelf of his again, it pushing outward, enveloping that beast more, then bouncing quickly, causing the mammoth muscles to actually pump his cock, teasing more of his copious precum that flooded out over his pecs, thick cream oozing over them.

"Ngh, gonna need some help with this, why don't you use that mouth of yours, James", James bit his lower lip, hearing his name called in such a deep, powerful voice was hot on it's own. He nodded and leant in, slowly licking up and down that length, feeling it throb rapidly against his tongue, feeling spatters of precum raining down over that chest onto his face and hair. While working his way north he began to pump the base of that massive member, it taking a bit of extra work since even with both hands, he couldn't make it around it's sheer thickness.

"Ooooh, oh yeah that's it, you're really getting into this", the king chuckled between moans, still fervently bouncing those mountainous meat-pillows of his. The smaller man soon felt the top of his head press against the underside of them, looking up and unable to hold back another groan as he saw them hard at work trying to milk that godly cock.

He pulled his head back, then darted to one of those fat nubs, wrapping his lips (barely) around it and suckling on it as hard as he could, this surprising his king, a large eruption of precum soaking Grayson's face as he roared out.

"Damnit! Aaah...wow, you really are good at this...keep it up, I can feel it coming", Grayson grabbed the back of James' head in his hand, holding him tightly against his teat while the young priest sucked hard, lashing his tongue against the huge pad of flesh. His mind still couldn't fully comprehend what was happening, but he knew one thing, he wanted to please his king more than anything else.

He halted his jerking, using one of his hands to reach down and fondle one of the king's giant balls, more-than a handful for the cleric, and with the other he grabbed at Grayson's other nipple, pinching it tightly and twisting it frantically as if it were some oversized dial. This of course only caused the king to moan out more, his breaths getting heavier, his bouncing more erratic and his back arching, all signs pointing to him nearing his limit.

"Oh...oh...AAAAAH", his roar literally shook the room as he shot his load, huge, thick ropes of cum being blasted into the air, raining down messily on the pair, as well as most of the room. It splattered over the king's face, his godly body, coating those muscles in an inch of hot cream, James still desperatly suckling as he was drenched, groaning as watched the geyser cover most of the bed, the banners, the desk, the stool, everything in endless amounts of his king's seed.

After a couple of minutes of this, though it felt much, much longer for both James and Grayson, his volcano of cum weakened and ceased, leaving a panting king who just slumped back onto the cream-soaked sheets, a dumb grin on his lips.

"...damn, that's gotta be one of the best session's I've had, you're amazing", he leant up enough to give a warm smile to James, along with a sly wink. The much smaller male blushed darkly, as he tried to best to wipe must of the tar-like cream off himself, a bring smile on his lips as well.

"Thanks, I...oh! The report!", James looked about the room urgently, them rummaged around in his robes, pulling out a stack of parchment that was now completely soaked through, the cleric sighing.

"Gahahaha! Wow, sorry about that, well, don't worry about it, I'll pay the High Priest a visit later and get a report from him. Now, I need to get cleaned up, you should probably head back, but if you ever have anymore 'reports', you know where to find me", he winked again and headed out of the room, chuckling all the while, leaving the young man dripping with his cum, James having no idea how he was going to explain all this back at the Cathedral.