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The Prince's Pet

Elijah tried to ignore the sounds from outside. The cheering, the shouting, the jeering. The cacophony of sounds only served to drive his anxiety and fear to an even higher level, and that - he knew - was the last thing he needed now. For what felt like the millionth time, his eyes roved around his cell. Small, dark, and damp, the confined space didn't offer a shred of comfort: the stone walls gave the air a certain palpable heaviness and the ancient stone and metalwork, carved with magical runes, did little to put his mind at ease. He had been locked in the little cell for almost two weeks. He had no human contact - only a plate of sparse and stale food that would be waiting for him when he woke up and cleared away when he went to sleep again - whether it was by magic or a silent servant, he didn't care to speculate. There weren't even rats, though the cell seemed like a perfect habitat for them. No, whatever magic the old etched runes possessed was certainly still working and kept him from escaping.

Glumly, Elijah tugged uselessly on one of the chains that was clapped around his wrist and - predictably - it only jangled harshly but did nothing close to breaking. Really, the situation was quite pathetic. He knew he had gotten himself into it thoroughly on his own - and now regretted it with equal thoroughness. All he wanted now was to go home - if that were even possible.

Elijah knew exactly why he was in a cell: he was there to get ransomed or sold. He was the Lord Elijah Mellach of the wealthy Yaritoba Province - excellent pickings, of course, for ransom. When his friend Terros Greenly suggested that they venture out to one of the free cities for a bit of fun, he never thought anything would go wrong. Granted, he could have stayed home and had a good time there. But in the free cities there were strange, exotic, and wonderful things. Insatiable girls who could turn themselves - or their partner - into an animal at will, women with tails who would bend their bodies into the most delightful positions, drugs that would let you do things a normal mind couldn't possibly comprehend. It all came with a price, of course. Usually, it was a lot of gold. A lot. But Elijah was of the Mellach family - a noble clan just a handful of people down the line of succession to the throne - so he didn't need to worry about such trivial things like money. He was closer to the crown than most ever were to the palace gates - money was never an issue for him. What he forgot about was that in addition to offering other worldly delights, the free cities also were one of the only places in the lands that also permitted slavery.

Now, he had only a slight idea of where he was. Based on the voices outside that spilled in through the small slit in the ceiling that offered a ray of watery light, he was near the slave market. Elijah sighed inwardly. He just had to go to one of the free cities for his fun. He couldn't just stay home with one of the girls there. No, he had to go in a dangerous place that was well known for kidnapping foreigners and selling them at the highest price - and not always to their families who were desperately trying to make their ransom. The last moment of freedom that he could recall was him in a room draped in silk and satin and filled with beautiful, tantalizing women...and now he was here. Fantastic, he sighed again.

A grating sound suddenly distracted him from his thoughts. He lifted his head in surprise to find a massive man, clothed in black and armed to the teeth ducking into the small room through the now-open cell door. Deftly, the man unlocked Elijah's chains and, gathering them all in his hands, gave them a sharp tug that said _Come. _ Elijah obeyed. He didn't really have much of a choice. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself to his feet and followed the large man out of the cell to join the crowd outside and inevitably get himself sold to a master. He really was screwed.

* * * *

"Seventeen durrets!"

"Twenty durrets!" another voice called out.

"Twenty durrets," the auctioneer said happily, "Do I hear twenty-five?"

Elijah closed his eyes. After they left the cell, the man had lead him outside into the harsh sunlight to stand in a row with several other men. They, too, were clad in the same rough, brown pants and chains that Elijah was and it became all too clear that they were all on their way to be auctioned. Not even ten minutes after Elijah finally left the small cell, he was stepping out onto a wooden platform to be sold.

The auctioneer was a fat old man with greedy eyes who was quick to point out all of Elijah's charms: his fair skin - this is no farmer's son, ladies and gentlefolk, his skin is like milk!, his lean and toned body - not to worry, he can bulk up or slim down to your liking, even his hair, teeth, and other parts were inspected by the auctioneer, who then assured the audience of buyers of his quality. Elijah gritted his teeth and tried to keep his expression blank as he listened to a bunch of common men haggle over his worth.

"Thirty durrets!"

"Thirty! Do I hear thirty-five?"

"Forty!"

Elijah glanced up once to scan the crowd. Any moment now he'd be sold. He had made it up to at least fifty durrets, which is where most of the bidding for the previous men had begun to taper off. This was not good. _ He was going to be sold into slavery. He'd never see his family again, he'd never go home again - _At least, he tried to tell himself comfortingly, _I'm being sold for a moderate price. _ It was little comfort.

"Sixty five durrets!" the auctioneer nodded, "do I hear seventy?"

"One hundred durrets," a voice with a familiar accent said firmly, cutting through the crowd's murmurs and haggling.

Elijah's head jerked up and he frantically scanned the crowd. There was a wide array of people all pressed together to see the auction, waving their hands to bid and shuffling forward to get a better look. Elijah's eyes moved over the unfamiliar faces, glancing only briefly at the raised platform of lords opposite of him, and continued to scan the crowd, looking for something he recognized. There! _ Elijah quickly spotted one of his father's most trusted men: a strong, tanned man named Harrison, who was standing in the city garb, double swords crossed on his back, and a - most likely - full pouch of his father's money in hand. Elijah's heart soared. _He was saved!! _ Terros must have run back to his father and explained that he'd been captured and now Harrison had come to buy him back. He was going to be in soooooo much trouble when he got home, but it was all worth it to get out of this situation. _He was going to go home!

_"_One hundred durrets," the auctioneer repeated, looking immensely pleased now that the currency had jumped from silver durrets to gold yurals. "This, my fine folk, if obviously an excellent specimen. One full yural for this fine young man. Would anyone care to put his hand in? Two yurals?"

"I'll go one hundred fifty durrets," a man off to the side said halfheartedly, unwilling to meet the auctioneer at the full two hundred.

The auctioneer looked somewhat disappointed, but nodded affirmatively. "One fifty durrets," the auctioneer continued. "Do I hear two hundred durrets? Two hundred durrets! Two yurals! Anyone?"

"Two yurals," Harrison said. Elijah's heart practically soared. _He was going to be saved! _ No one would compete with such a bet. He was safe.

"Two yurals!" the auctioneer echoed. "Do I hear two and a half? Anyone? Anyone? Two and a half yurals for this strong young man? Going once, going - "

"Five yurals," a new voice said loudly.

Elijah's head jerked up. _Who else was competing with Harrison's bid?! _ His eyes scanned the crowd again. For a moment, he was unsure, then he spotted him.

There was a large man dressed in the finest silks in an array of bright, brilliant colors. He stood tall amongst the other buyers, his eyes dark and his stance strong. He looked incredibly nonchalant in the midst of the crowd, despite his oddly colored outfit that immediately labeled him as a foreigner. But Elijah immediately knew that this was not the buyer - this was only his mouthpiece.

The buyer lounged behind him in the shade of the nobleman's platform, his dark eyes glittering strangely as his fixed his gaze unblinkingly on Elijah. Elijah immediately shuddered, unable to help himself. There was something about this man - there was a power in him, that much even Elijah could tell. He was young, but not young enough to be rash and reckless, and he sat with a self-assured confidence that even as a lord, Elijah envied and respected. The buyer had a strong and tall build with golden skin and dark, silken hair. Elijah frowned slightly at that - the man looked like he might be one of the people Elijah heard referred to as the serpent folk, but - he didn't see a snake anywhere...

Elijah glanced at the large man in silk again and sure enough, he was adorned with golden bracelets and ornaments - all in the shape of serpents. So he was from the serpent folk! Elijah thought, a jolt of fear running through him at the thought. They were a strange people from a far away kingdom called Salissia. Wealthy, powerful, and remote, it was said that a great serpent god gave the people there magic and that, in thanks of such a mighty gift, they worshiped snakes of all kinds there: decorating themselves in serpent jewelry and even wearing living, tamed snakes around themselves. The highest ranking officials apparently never left their homes with one of the great serpents wound around their bodies and rumors whispered that they spoke to the snakes and even asked them counsel...

Elijah shuddered inwardly. He had nothing against snakes, but he couldn't understand a culture that was entirely devoted to them. Though they were wealthy and powerful, everything about them was also strange, exotic - so different from his own culture. And he had no desire to end up in a kingdom like that. He looked back to his father's man, praying he would get him out of this situation. Any amount of scolding would be better than being a slave to a man who worships snakes...

"Five yurals," the auctioneer accepted, nodding deeply to the man in silk.

Harrison's eyes widened and Elijah could see him hefting the bag. Please, please have enough money to outbid him, he prayed. He had no idea how much money his father had given Harrison, but even he knew that five golden yurals was a huge amount of money. Not to mention that the price of a slave rarely went over a full yural, let alone five...Harrison was probably digging into the additional travel expenses that Elijah's father had undoubtably also provided. Please, Elijah thought frantically. He didn't care if he had to walk all the way home, just please have enough to outbid the snake man.

"Five and a half," Harrison wagered, still testing the weight of the bag with a slight furrow in his forehead.

Together, the auctioneer and Elijah's eyes darted back to the man in silk, who was smiling from his vantage point as the crowd murmured excitedly over the selling of a slave at such a high price. Though, Elijah couldn't help but notice that everyone was giving the buyer and his man in silk a wide berth.

Elijah took a deep breath. Five and a half yurals wasa lot of money - enough that even the snake people might hesitate. Why on earth would he pay so much for me? he wondered. He was a nobleman, yes, but there were other noblemen in the city who were worth more. Surely, there were better men to set one's sights to than him! He was handsome, rich, and well-educated, yes; but there were plenty of other men out there who were more handsome, far richer, and much smarter than he was. But, when Elijah gave the buyer another glance he saw nothing but determination and desire in the man's dark eyes. He wanted to own Elijah. But why? Whatever it was that drove this man to such lengths, Elijah couldn't even begin to speculate, but he sincerely hoped that the buyer gave up his game soon. He just wanted to go home and put all of this behind him.

"Ten yurals," the man in silk replied, not even an ounce of smugness on his face for suggesting such a ridiculously high price. The crowd fell silent, waiting and staring eagerly at Harrison.

Please! Elijah looked at Harrison pleadingly. _Please, don't let him buy me! _ Harrison's face had paled considerably at that number, but he had his orders and his money. He lifted his chin to the auctioneer, who was so excited he didn't even bother trying to drive the price up to an even more ridiculous amount. "Eleven yurals," Harrison said firmly.

"Fifteen," the man in silk replied.

"Sixteen."

The man in silk laughed. "This is for His Royal Highness Lord Prince Valcan. Do you really think you can outbid me?"

Harrison squirmed at that and Elijah felt fear roll in his stomach. _Harrison was bidding against a royal?! _ Elijah's mind reeled at that, clueless as to why a royal would have any interest at all in the likes of him. But the far more urgent thought was: _Harrison was almost out of money! _ This had to stop soon. There was no way it could continue any longer at this rate... "Twenty yurals," Harrison countered in a clear, commanding voice that made the already quiet crowd fall into an uncharacteristic hush at the spectacle Elijah's sale was producing.

There was a long pause as the crowd waited, the auctioneer's gavel quivering excitedly in his hand. Then, a voice rang out suddenly from the platform, clear and commanding: "One hundred yurals." The deep hush of the crowd was immediately followed by a shout of thrill, delight, and delectable shock, they realized that it had come from the dark-eyed man sitting in the shade - the prince himself had spoken his price. He was sitting up now and his dark eyes were glimmering intently. One hundred yurals was beyond unheard of - it was madness, Elijah gasped, staring at the buyer the man in silk had called a prince. _It was impossible! _

The man in silk raised his brow to the prince for a moment, but when the prince did not react, he obediently turned back to the auctioneer and Harrison. He flicked his hand, almost lazily. "A hundred yurals," he said, confirming the prince's offer smoothly. He smirked at Harrison. "Care to dance again?"

Harrison's face flushed and he lowered his gaze, defeated.

"A hundred yurals to the Lord Prince Valcan!" the auctioneer practically shouted in glee, waving his gavel around manically. The crowd gasped and applauded as he rapt it on his little wooden podium. "Sold!" the auctioneer declared as Elijah felt every once of hope he possessed shatter into a thousand pieces.

* * * *

The Silk Man, as Elijah grew to call his temporary master, was not unkind to him, but completely indifferent to his demands to be freed. They traveled for almost three weeks over the roads and for a few days by sea, all the while with Elijah stuck in a carriage. The chains, at least, were gone, but the Silk Man put an emerald green collar around his neck the moment they were removed. At first Elijah had almost laughed at the seemingly symbolic piece of jewelry, but when he wandered from the camp site one night to relieve himself, he realized he could only go so far before a spell activated, using a type of magic that was strange to him and pulled him back. Despite his best efforts to break the spell or remove the collar, neither of them budged, leaving Elijah as much a prisoner as he was before when he wore the chains. Then, he could only attempt to console himself by reminding himself that at least the collar was more comfortable than the chains. At the end of the day, it was little comfort.

The Lord Prince Valcan had disappeared as soon as Elijah had passed into the Silk Man's hands. He wasn't sure what the prince wanted with him, but he really didn't want to find out. It didn't seem that he was going to any time soon, since he was kept in the dark about everything, including where they were and where they were going. He only hoped that if he were going to be sacrificed to some snake god that it would be a relatively painless death. Harrison, unfortunately, had vanished as well, but Elijah kept up the hope that he was tracking their movements and made sure to try to leave behind as many clues as possible for his father's man to find. He had to hold onto the hope that he would be rescued. Beyond that hope, there was nothing but despair that threatened to consume him.

The journey was long, only reminding Elijah just how far away he was being taken, and though he was physically quite comfortable, his mind constantly buzzed with fright. At the end of their three weeks of traveling, Elijah was almost out of his mind with anxiety. Three weeks of being hauled from place to place, seemingly traveling in zig-zag patterns to throw any pursuers off their trail, and Elijah was rendered clueless. He had no idea where he was - though he had a few theories, whenever they traveled near a populated area or close to what he assumed was a recognizable place, the curtains of his carriage were drawn. The meandering path they took didn't help matters, either, and only served to scramble his sense of direction. He knew almost nothing about the people he traveled with. None of the guards would speak directly to him and though he knew they understood the Common Tongue, they only spoke their native language in his presence, alienating him. The Silk Man spoke to him often, with his optimistic disposition; but despite his harmless appearance, he had a very keen mind and never gave even the slightest clue to Elijah about his situation. At least, he reasoned, he was being treated kindly. His last source of comfort was the hope that Harrison was still tailing them and just waiting for an opportune time to rescue him. Elijah clung to that hope.

He had no idea what it meant to be a slave. Not even in the slightest. His whole life he had spent living in the lap of luxury. He wasn't nearly as spoiled as many of his friends were - no, he made sure to explore the world, focus just as hard on his studies as he did his training, and was a friend to the nobles just as much as his own servants. That confused him as well: if he were being enslaved as someone's form of revenge, he had no idea who would have given the orders. He was well-liked by everyone and didn't have any known enemies, at least not ones that would go to such lengths. The more he pondered his situation, the more fear he felt.

Elijah wasn't a coward, but he didn't know how to take what was happening to him. Yaritoba was strictly against the holding of slaves, and so he had never seen the way slaves were actually treated. But he heard the stories. He saw those who escaped. Men who had been castrated and then played with by their masters like pets, woman who were forced into breeding farms, mere boys who were beaten and subjugated so badly they couldn't even remember their own names. He shuddered just thinking about it. Was this what his fate would be? But then why was the Silk Man so kind to him? Why was he traveling in such comfort? Was it another tactic to lure him in with kindness, only to humiliate and shatter his spirit later? Why was he even taken in the first place? And why, why, did the prince want him so badly? These question constantly swirled around in his brain, but he received no answer to them.

Finally, their journey seemed to be coming to an end. The curtains had been drawn for several days now and the roads were getting smoother; they weren't just near a city, they were heading towards one. Elijah forced himself to remain calm as he listened to the sounds of the carriage creaking softly, the clopping of the horses' hooves against the cobbled streets, and chorus of voices of the city folk chatting. Whatever happened to him, it would soon be over. He took in a steadying breath. Perhaps he would be beaten, forced to walk in the sewers cleaning excrement for the rest of his life, or perhaps locked in a dark dungeon cell for his master to experiment on, or maybe he would just be killed in dishonor, his head sent to his father and brothers at home... Elijah shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Now was not the time for fear. Now was the time to observe, be placid, and find a weak point so that he could save himself.

When the carriage finally came to a halt, there was a pause for a few minutes where Elijah could hear orders being given and footsteps around him, though he could still see nothing. Then, the door was flung open and the Silk Man was smiling at him outside it, beckoning him to come out. "Come," he said jovially, looking as happy as Elijah to be finished traveling. "We need to get you presentable to the king!"

Curiously, Elijah climbed out of the carriage. He could see very little, since the room was dark, but he seemed to be in a small stable of sorts. The horse was still hitched to the carriage as the Silk Man pulled him away through a small door and down another dimly lit hallway.

"Where are we?" Elijah chanced to ask. The Silk Man seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, so he figured he could try his luck and ask some questions as he was hurriedly ushered down a dimly-lit corridor.

"In the capitol city of Salissia. Come! We do not want to be late!" After a few more twists and turns, Elijah was pushed into another room, this time with a bath waiting for him. "Clean him thoroughly!" the Silk Man barked to a team of men in loose white robes.

For the rest of the day, Elijah was ushered from place to place with little to no explanation. He saw dozens of people, all who watched him carefully, but did not look down at him; if anything, they looked at him curiously or even with a sense of awe. After he was washed - a little too thoroughly for his liking - he was taken to a barber to get shaved and trimmed, then to a tailor, who cut flowing robes for him, then to a handful of other places, all within what appeared to be the palace. At first he was a little confused as to why he was in the palace, but he quickly realized that they were taking him to his new master. _Of course I'm in the palace; it's where the prince is. _

The torches on the wall were burning brightly by the time Elijah was finally finished with the Silk Man's "errands." The Silk Man puffed himself up and told Elijah to wait for a moment to be summoned before disappearing himself behind a curtain; for the first time, Elijah found himself alone all day. He took a deep breath, trying to sooth his spinning thoughts.

He looked at himself critically in the mirror. He looked like an ambassador. A Yaritoba nobleman in strange clothing. That's all this was. His eyes flickered back up to the emerald collar, that glinted when the light caught it. Alright, almost like a nobleman in strange clothing, he amended, eyeing the symbol of his slavery critically._ _ Clothing or no, the collar made it quite clear as to what he was, regardless of what they said and how they treated him: a slave.

Sighing, Elijah drew himself up with the last remaining bits of pride he had left, and went out to the Silk Man.

It was time to meet his new master.

* * * *

The audience chamber was small, especially compared to how the previous Great Hall was, but was still beautiful. Wrought of dark marble, spiraled with golden flecks, it contained a large table and several imposing chairs that surrounded it. A fire flickered warmly on one side of the room while the pillars that lined the chamber each were lit with a smokeless torch that made the room both warm and inviting, despite the dark stone and windowless state. But what drew his eyes were the two men seated at the table in the middle of the room - one was clearly the prince who had bought him at the market - Elijah would never forget that face - and the other he didn't know.

Before he had entered, Elijah heard the Silk Man and one of the guards speaking in their strange language, their voices dully echoing off the chamber walls. He forced himself to stop fidgeting and to remain still, his head raised and his shoulders squared as he waited in the shadows to be brought forth. He didn't know what would wait for him in the audience chamber, but he made the decision that he would meet it with as much honor as he possessed. Perhaps, this was all just a political move. He would be respectful and polite, but he would not bow down whimpering and mewling like a submissive coward. No, he would give these royals the respect their titles commanded and would listen to what they had to say, but he would not lose himself to his new status. Even though he was a slave, he was also still a lord.

The man at the head of the table was middle-aged, but still strong - seemingly impossibly strong. His skin was smooth and tanned, though with a few wrinkles, his hair, once black, peppered with brilliant silver paired with a thick, meticulously trimmed beard. But he also looked strangely familiar; Elijah immediately realized that he must be the prince's father - this was the king of Salissia! They had the same noble face, dark eyes, proud visage, and powerful way that they moved about a room. What drew Elijah's eye, however, was the great cobra that swayed next to the king's face, apparently emerging from the neck of the robes. The snake is inside his robes! he thought in disgust and with a touch of amusement. These people were even more savage than the rumors suggested. Elijah couldn't imagine keeping an animal so close to him at all times - especially a snake. But, to each their own, he supposed.

Both men looked up when the Silk Man and Elijah entered the room. The king spoke something in a strange language to the Silk Man as the prince's dark eyes found Elijah and lingered on him, making him shiver involuntarily._ This was his master now,_ he told himself, meeting the prince's gaze squarely. Well, it was, at least, the man who bought him. Elijah, too, was from a strong family. Blood like his wasn't made to serve.

The king rose to his feet, the cobra wound around his shoulders swaying as the king moved. Elijah watched the pair warily. He didn't like the looks of any of this. Was this a show of power? A show of possession? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was alone in a room full of strangers and snakes without a clue of what was going on or what was going to happen. He forced his face to remain blank as the king came up to him.

"Welcome Elijah Mellach of Yaritoba to the Kingdom of Salissia," the king said in perfect, clear Common Tongue. Elijah again felt a wave of surprise hit him. Who were these people? _ Snakes, slaves, rumors of mystical powers, _and they spoke the Common Tongue, despite being hundreds of miles away from the Kingdoms' lands? Elijah had had enough surprises for the day. "I trust you were well cared for during the duration of your travels?"

Elijah glanced from the king to the Silk Man, unsure if he was actually supposed to respond. While he didn't want to be anyone's slave, he wasn't a fool and knew that insulting the king and prince with petty insults and complaints would get him nowhere; he knew very well that speaking to the king of Yaritoba without permission could result in a lashing and didn't want the same. But did the king actually want him to respond? He hated being at such a loss as to what to do. In Yaritoba he was always in command, he always knew what he was doing. He had confidence in his actions and decisions, which is why he was so valued and liked there. But here? He was helpless. He knew nothing of the customs, the language - and nothing about why they always had all these damn snakes...

Luckily, Elijah didn't have to answer. After the king spoke to him, he turned to speak to the Silk Man in a low, rich voice in his own language. For a moment, Elijah relaxed, trying to catch his breath and retain some composure while the attention was away from him. Or, at least, the king's was; Elijah could still feel the strong gaze of the prince resting on him. He squirmed uncomfortably and kept his eyes forward, trying to ignore the prince in the corner of one eye and the swaying cobra in the corner of his other.

When the king finished speaking to the Silk Man, he approached Elijah so that they were standing next to one another. Then the king lifted his hand and grasped Elijah's chin and turned his face toward his, forcing him to look into his eyes.

The king's eyes slowly roved over Elijah's features, taking in every detail of him, his dark eyes keen with intelligence as they slowly drank in every contour of his face. Elijah struggled to remain still; the large cobra was uncomfortably close to his face and he wasn't entirely sure what it might do to him. They had snakes in Yaritoba, but not ones this big. And they never put them inside their robes... The king looked at him a moment more, grunted, then turned back to his son, who was standing in the shadows behind him. "You are sure this is the one you want?" the king asked, slowly seating himself again, deliberately speaking in the Common Tongue for Elijah's benefit. Elijah glanced between them, trying to work out what was happening.

The prince looked at his father stoically. "Yes. I explained to you my concerns before and I believe he will circumvent any problems that might arise from them." The prince's gaze flickered to Elijah. "He is of good breeding and will be helpful in council matters. He is smart and handsome as well as educated. These qualities should serve me well, as well as Salissia."

The older man frowned, looking over Elijah again, who was still trying to ignore the large snake swaying out of the king's collar. "Yes, I agree with you," the king said in his deep voice. "I only wish to be certain. You know how important a step like this is to take for you and for the kingdom. It should not be taken lightly. And it should be taken according to our customs. But we traditionally do not take in gifts from such far away lands - "

"No," the young man agreed. "But I have weighed the facts and made a decision. In my mind, it is already done." The prince's chin raised slightly. "Is this not my decision to make?"

The king stared at his son for a moment, one of his hands absently stroking the cobra's broad head; then he sighed heavily. "I do not like you wasting a bond like this for political reasons. It is simply not supposed to be done that way. But, I have faith in your decisions. If this is truly what you desire and what you think is best, despite the risks and possible repercussions - " He rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully. "Yaruub, what do you think?"

Elijah started when the massive cobra - who had been eyeing him beadily from the king's shoulder - lifted its hooded head to eye level and looked at Elijah, almost as if considering him. Then it spoke. "He isssssss certainly worthy." Elijah felt his heart jump in his chest. The snake _- it can talk! _

_"_It's not his worth I am concerned concerned about. What sort of message does this send to our people if we break this tradition?"

"It'sssss not broken yet," the snake answered, its hood flaring slightly as it spoke. "Valcan hassss a point. Let the lordling receive a modified, lesssss permanent version and give them time to decide. If they choose thisssss, then there'sssss no harm. If the lordling doessssss not like it, then return him. Let Valcan have hisssssss choice, asssssss you had yoursssssss in turn."

"We can wait to make the announcement," the prince said to his father, bowing. "This can function as a trial run. It can be undone still. If all parties - including you - are not 100 percent sure of this course of action, then I will gladly undo it and make it so it never happened. No one will know until I say so. But I believe I must try. For the kingdom's sake. And for my own. It is what I think is best."

The older man nodded and reached out his hand back to the snake, stroking it gently again. "Then that settles it." He gave a slight smile to Elijah. "It seems that you've passed the test, Lord Elijah of Yaritoba." His dark eyes bore into Elijah. "I pray you do not disappoint me."

Elijah forced himself to smile faintly, unsure of what the test was or what the king meant. It bothered him greatly that the king and prince spoke so frankly around him - and the king spoke to him almost as an equal. Elijah wasn't one to refuse respect from one below his station, but when a king speaks to a mere nobleman in such friendly terms, it's usually not a good sign. Elijah's eyes swept the hall again. It was empty, save for the Silk Man, prince, king, and the king's talking snake pet.

"Come," the Silk Man said softly, startling Elijah from his frenzied thoughts. "It's time to prepare you."

Too anxious and weary to think anymore, Elijah obediently followed the Silk Man from the hall, his head spinning with questions and fears.

* * * *

Elijah was lead to a large, beautifully decorated room at the top of one of the palace's towers. The room was sprawlingly huge, spanning what seemed to be the entire floor of the wing, and sectioned off into parts. As the Silk Man lead him into it, he glimpsed a pool with steam curling from the waters behind a screen, another section with shelves full of books and scrolls, another nook sectioned off with gauzy curtains with glinting objects veiled behind it -

"What is this place?" Elijah murmured, staring around the room in wonder - if it could even be called a room. Soft carpet was rolled out beneath his feet, the walls were tiled with bright mosaics and finely woven tapestries, and every table was laden with bowls of fruit, decanters of wine, or had a beautifully wrought sculpture or vase on it. Everything in the room was brilliant crimson and glimmering gold in color; all of which was illuminated with flickering torches and oil bowls, burning with bright, smokeless flames. The room, in short, was magnificent.

"This, my lord, will be your chamber," the Silk Man said, gesturing around the room. "I trust it is to your liking?"

Elijah sputtered in shock. "This is - this is my chamber?" He spun around, taking in all the sights of the lovely room, far lovelier than even his own room in Yaritoba. "You must be joking!"

"No, my lord. It will be yours, soon. Come," the Silk Man gestured again, this time beckoning him to the farther corner of the room. This section was darker than the rest and sectioned off with screens and curtains, to create a sense of privacy. There wasn't a traditional bed there, but there was a pile of comfortable looking cushions framed by glowing lamps behind the curtain. Near the bed, Elijah spotted a sturdy looking wooden door, probably for quick access. He bit back a smile. He had a similar door in his room in Yaritoba that the girls found to be quite useful...

"My lord," the Silk Man said, "if you would unrobe now - "

Elijah turned quickly to the man. "What?" he asked, momentarily confused.

"I must undress you." The Silk Man tilted his head. "In Yaritoba, do you not have servants who do this for you?"

"Of course," Elijah said shortly. He wasn't expecting the Silk Man to now be his manservant, but, who was he to question these things? He was, after all, nobility, and the serpent folk seemed to be treating him with a sense of honor. Perhaps the wasn't even going to be kept as a slave? Perhaps as a hostage? He knew there were tensions between Yaritoba and the neighboring kingdom of Lindel - perhaps he was being used as a bartering piece in the negotiations? Elijah was tired of speculating. He would learn, soon enough.

He stood still, putting on a slightly haughty air to cover his apprehension as the Silk Man slipped his outer robe off him. "Do folk retire to bed this early in Salissia?" he asked, trying to make conversation. He needed to learn more about the palace, the culture - and ultimately what their plans for him were. Because at the moment, he couldn't help but feel completely like a fish out of water.

"No, you will not be retiring, my lord; this is merely a change of attire."

"For what? What else do I need to do? Why do they even want me here?"

"I cannot say," the Silk Man said, hanging up Elijah's outer robe in the wardrobe. He gave Elijah a knowing look and offered a gentle smile. "But I can assure you that you will not be harmed." He smoothed the robe out before turning back to Elijah. "Does that alleviate your fears, my lord?"

"I wasn't afraid," Elijah said, chastising himself for looking weak. "I was simply curious."

The Silk Man bowed. "Of course." Without another word, he slipped the second robe off of Elijah, leaving him naked, save for the collar. "Please," the Silk man gestured to a nearby chair. "Have a seat."

Thankful to be off his feet, Elijah collapsed into the chair. It had been a long day. Not just anyone got welcomed into the palace, have a private audience with the king and prince, and then retire to a place like this. It was a better day than he thought it would be, but the apprehension he felt all day had drained him completely. While the Silk Man bustled about, Elijah let his eyes wander around the room appreciatively. Though a great deal of the artwork was devoted to serpents, it was still a magnificent room. Perhaps I could be happy here, he mused to himself, at least, for a time. With nothing else to distract him, his hand automatically rose to finger the smooth metal of the collar around his neck.

He started at its touch; for a moment, he had forgotten it was even there. "Can this collar come off now?" He gave it a tug as the Silk Man turned to him with a raised brow.

"No." The Silk Man hesitated, then wondered around behind Elijah, fumbling with something in the back of the chair. "I'm afraid that he collar must stay. Only the prince can remove it from his slave. My apologies."

_Of course. _ But Elijah wasn't about to argue over it. "It's not a problem."

"Good. And, my lord? I must apologize again. I do not mean to alarm you, but I fear this is necessary."

"What is?"

"The bindings."

It took Elijah a second to register what the Silk Man had said, but a second was all it took. One moment he was lounging - undressed - in a chair, and the next he heard a click as manacles suddenly locked around his wrists, binding him to the chair.

"Hey!" Elijah wrenched his arms against the manacles, but to no avail. Now that they were locked around his wrists he could see they were built into the chair, but cleverly disguised. He hadn't even noticed. He hadn't even considered the possibility...

The Silk Man bowed somewhat, looking apologetic, but did nothing to rectify Elijah's prone position. "I am sorry, my lord. It is my sincere hope that you will find it in yourself to forgive me for this." He turned to leave, his bright, silken robes billowing about his large frame.

"Wait!" Elijah cried out, suddenly realizing that the Silk Man was striding to the side door to leave. "Where are you going? Why are you leaving me? Come back!"

"The Lord Prince Valcan is here," the Silk Man said, nodding to the front door of the room. "He will explain everything to you." The Silk Man hesitated. "Good luck."

"Wait!"

But the Silk Man slipped out of the side door, leaving Elijah alone, bound, and naked in a chair, utterly confused and friendless. He swore loudly, no longer caring if the prince could hear it._ What the hell was going on?_

* * * *

"I hope you have not been left alone here long."

Valcan's smooth, commanding voice sluiced in, announcing his arrival into the room. Elijah couldn't help but flinch when the prince strode in - he moved with such fluid grace, such power and control - Elijah swallowed, immediately noticing that the prince was shirtless. For a moment, he was too surprised to not stare: the torchlight threw shadows in every contour of the prince's torso, playing sable tones against his skin's golden hue. Elijah gaped for a moment at how effortlessly the prince moved in the semi-darkness, how his lean muscles rippled, how his dark, golden eyes glittered as they drank in every inch of his surroundings - A jolt went through Elijah. _What was he thinking?! _ Elijah shook his head slightly to clear it. The prince was just a man - a regular man; there was no reason to stare. Quickly, he averted his gaze from the flat, smooth chest. Elijah cursed himself. He was acting ridiculous. Perhaps there was something in the water...

The prince seated himself in front of Elijah, his golden eyes fixed on the young nobleman bound in the chair. "I am sorry if any of this has caused you discomfort," he said, breaking the silence with a silken voice that seemed to fill the chamber with its sound, though he spoke softly. "That was not my intent. But such things are not easily done." His eyes flickered to Elijah's bindings then returned to his face. "My name is Valcan. I am the eldest and only son of the King of Salissia and therefore the kingdom's heir. I have trained for many years in the arts of politics, academia, and in warfare to earn this title and it is not something I take for granted. Do you understand that?"

Perplexed, Elijah nodded, unsure of what to say. He had no idea why the prince was telling him this or why it mattered in the least, but at the moment, it seemed like a good idea to just go along with it until he could figure out what was happening. The prince's solemn tone and serious expression softened at his nod into a look of almost pity? Hopefulness? Elijah couldn't make sense of it in the least.

Valcan seemed appeased by his nod, the relief showing in his features briefly before being smoothed away. So he is still learning how to rule, Elijah thought to himself, making note of the minor slip in the prince's demeanor. Why was the prince so anxious? He seemed completely calm in the slave market... "Good. I know you are from Yaritoba, Lord Mellach. May I call you Elijah?"

Elijah's eyes narrowed as he met the prince's gaze squarely. Although his mind was still spinning trying to figure out what they wanted with him, he knew when he was being pandered to. "Why does it matter? I'm your slave, aren't I?" When the prince did not answer, Elijah opted to take the more polite path. He shook his head, "My apologies. I'm just a little confused by all that's happening now. Yes, you may call me Elijah."

"Thank you," the prince said stiffly. "And you asked why? To be civil. To be polite. You are an honored guest and should be called my name, befitting your station. That is why." The prince leaned forward. "I understand that this is confusing to you. I do not envy your situation; but I give you my word, all will be explained to you shortly. And I assure you, we mean no harm. Me least of all."

"I'm sorry, my lord. But I find that very difficult to believe."

Valcan didn't react to Elijah's comment. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and continued speaking as if Elijah were listening with rapt attention. "Salissia is a powerful kingdom," he said. "As you've no doubt noticed, we are quite wealthy." He eyed Elijah. "You are from a province in Yaritoba, yes? A province used to such wealth, though perhaps not the extravagance we have here. But you are, in the end, from a province; a land not directly under a king's immediate rule. You experience some - freedoms - there, I assume. Perhaps that is why you do not understand our ways here. Here, the king is law. There is power in every action performed, every word spoken and unspoken. It is a power to fear and a power to covet. You will do well to respect such power."

"I do respect power," Elijah said harshly. "But where I come from, men respect that power on their own accord. We don't buy slaves."

"We don't buy them here, either," the prince countered, looking somewhat amused. "Are you aware that it is law that should a man enter the city with a slave, within the day, the slave will be deemed a free man. Salissia does not tolerate such practices as slavery. Obedience is an admirable gift and it cannot be forcibly placed upon a person against their will." The prince leaned forward. "So, the way that I see it, you will remain a slave for 24 hours and then you will be a freed man. That is not so bad, is it?"

Elijah frowned at that. He knew he was getting into dangerous territory here. The prince was in complete control - Elijah was bound, naked, and completely helpless and the prince had an entire kingdom at his disposal. But his friendly candor was transparent to Elijah - the prince clearly wanted something from him and was trying to coax it from him. Elijah didn't have many cards to play - especially considering that he had no idea what the prince wanted - but he could still play the game. For now. "Interesting stance on slavery," he commented lightly, "considering that you bought me as one. Is that why you insisted on purchasing me? So you could buy me, drag me all over the country, and keep me as your slave for the next few hours? Then free me and send me on my merry way? What would be the point of such a thing?"

"No," the prince answered easily. "I'm afraid that you will not be sent on your merry way." He smiled at Elijah, who had to repress a shudder at the predatory gleam in the prince's eyes. "I am here now to explain things to you. You are not from this land and so you will not understand what it happening and why, but I assure you, what will happen here tonight is considered to my people to be an honor of the highest distinction and you should take it as such. Tonight you will witness an extraordinarily important and fundamental aspect of my culture."

"Well, my lord, I'm afraid it's difficult to appreciate the traditions of your culture when you and your men have been keeping me tied up, naked to a chair. Free me and I'll be happy to witness whatever you'd like."

A smile touched the corners of the prince's lips. "Of course," he murmured. "I had forgotten how difficult it would be to make a nobleman see what I am trying to show you." The prince rose to his feet. "You wish to know why I purchased you, do you not?"

"You bought me because you saw me in a slave market and thought you'd have a bit of fun?" A warning bell went off in Elijah's head: he knew he shouldn't be so rude and flippant to his new "master," but he couldn't help it. He wasn't able to act like he would just roll over and be a submissive slave without a little fight. And despite his best efforts, it only seemed to amuse the prince more.

"No. This has nothing to do with that deplorable market. I do not make a habit of frequenting such places. But I was there that day for you."

"Charming," Elijah remarked.

"You are knowledgeable of politics, are you not? You are well educated - I made sure of it." the prince continued, ignoring Elijah's comment. "There are powers moving now that you cannot even begin to fathom. You think Salissia is merely on the sidelines? You think this kingdom is so far away that we do not matter? But we do, Lord Mellach. We matter more than you know because it is your king's men - and your father's men - who come here to buy weapons and men. It is also your enemies' men who come here for the same. We hear things. We see things. Do not think us stupid; I know what your people think of my own. But it doesn't bother us because we know far more than you do. So you can hiss and jeer and call us serpent folk all you wish, but you speak in ignorance."

The prince rose to his feet, towering above Elijah. "You want to know why I bought you? Because you were placed in the middle of a power play that would have inevitably resulted in your death or eventual demise. So I intervened. I prevented that. I have my reasons and I will share those reasons with you eventually, should you chose to stay."

The prince fell silent for a moment, seemingly considering what to say next. Finally, he seated himself back into his chair and spoke again. "I wish to embark on a partnership with you," he said softly. "One that would require trust - trust of an intimate nature - and one that requires respect, faith, and understanding from one to the other. I have watched your kingdom and its neighbors for years for a suitable person. All the nobles were either too corrupted, too stupid, or too naive to suit my purposes - but not you."

"Then what do you want me for?" Elijah looked up, fighting down the anger and confusion that boiled inside him. The prince answered none of his questions and responded only in riddles! He was already tired of this. "Either give me an actual answer with proof or don't bother with it at all."

The prince considered him for a moment. "I can respect your insistence of your dignity. Let me accommodate you then, Lord Elijah, as an equal. I wish to make a deal with you. It will be very simple: obey me tonight with your full cooperation and tomorrow night, after I have shown you everything you need to see, I will let you choose to leave or stay."

Elijah looked at him with annoyed incredulity. "That's it?"

The prince smiled slightly, his eyes flickering over Elijah again. "Tonight, as a show of good faith, we will partake in a bonding ritual that is a sacred tradition to my people. You will do this regardless of whether you want to or not." He gave a predatory smile. "You are still my slave for the next 24 hours, by law. But I promise you, the ritual may be strange to you, but it is also enjoyable and you will not be harmed. After the ritual is complete, you will have a choice. You may stay here and be at my side. You will have access to all my councils, your opinion valued and listened to, and you will share my wealth. You will hear all the dealings we have with Yaritoba and with its enemies and you may help us decide where to give our support in such matters. Yaritoba has been on the verge of war with Lindel for several months now. Perhaps you can help persuade us to assist the right side." His smile widened. "I told you, with Salissia's wealth, you could accomplish much."

"What's the catch if I stay? I won't be a slave anymore, so you'll have nothing to hold me here. Why keep me? Why listen to me or share your wealth? What's in it for you?''

"I assure you, I will benefit greatly. How, I cannot answer now, but I will tomorrow. First, I need the ritual to be completed. But then I will give you a satisfactory answer. As for the catch, there is none, except that staying here will require a personal sacrifice of sorts. It is a great sacrifice, but with great benefits that many would eagerly take up."

"A personal sacrifice?" Elijah repeated doubtfully.

"Of sorts," the prince replied. "But as I said, I will not answer that yet. Tomorrow I will explain it to you more thoroughly. For now, that must be enough for you."

Elijah frowned "And if I leave? If I decide this sacrifice is too much? Or if your wealth and power fail to persuade me? What then?"

"Then you will be fully compensated for your time and troubles. I will pay you an additional one hundred yurals - the same price I bought you with - and provide you with safe passage back to Yaritoba. And you will be free to go unscathed and without bonds. Should you stay," he gestured around the room, "this will only be the beginning. I can promise you power, prestige, and influence, in addition to great wealth. But that will be for you to decide."

Elijah tilted his head to the side, considering. "What exactly does this ritual entail? And why is it so important that I'm the one to witness it?"

"It is important that you witness it because I brought you here for that purpose. That is the only reason. Typically, a lord may choose who he will, and his offer is almost always accepted. As I said, it is an honor to have your role in this. The ritual itself is simple enough for you. You simply need to obey my commands and I will do all of the work."

"You haven't answered my question. What exactly is the ritual?"

"A secret," the prince answered. "Though, it is almost always enjoyable. You needn't fear."

"And what if I refuse to take part? What if I refuse to assist in this ritual in the least? What then?"

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice in that matter. With your permission or not, you will partake in this. I am merely offering you a courtesy by letting you choose."

Elijah stared at the prince, who simply looked at him stoically.

"Do not mistake my courtesy and kindness for weakness, Elijah. I wish to have a partnership with you, and so I will be accommodating of that - at first. But if you attempt to undermine me, I will force you to do my bidding. Then, I am sure, the ritual will be less pleasant. Either way you choose, you will do this tonight. I have commanded it."

Elijah clenched his fists. "So it seems I have little choice but to go along with this."

"You have a choice," the prince amended. "Either you can be forced to obey, like an insubordinate child, or you can willingly submit with dignity and honor to a prince and be rewarded. It's your choice."

Elijah let out a slow breath. It wash't really much of a choice. Either he could refuse and be forced to do the prince's bidding. Or he could obey, do the prince's bidding, and then leave after a day. That made it a fairly easy choice. "Then I will choose to obey. For one day only. And then I will be allowed to leave?"

"If that is your choice," the prince nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "You swear to me that you will obey me for the next day? You will follow my orders without complaint or question?"

"Yes."

"Then I give you my word, that a day from this moment, you will be allowed to chose whether you wish to leave Salissia - unscathed and unharmed - for your homeland, or if you wish to stay with me and reap the rewards."

* * * *

Elijah swallowed, feeling a flutter of apprehension in his stomach. He ignored it and tightened his fingers around the edges of the chair. He had to do the ritual - the prince made it clear that he didn't have a choice in that. But if he did what the prince wanted for a full day, then he would be given the choice to live in Salissia or to return home. Either way, he was only going to be a slave for a day. _All he had to do was survive 24 hours with the prince. Then he would return home as a rich man. How hard could that be? _ Elijah shrugged, giving the prince his best carefree smile despite his lingering apprehension. "We have a deal," he declared in a falsely bright voice.

"Excellent. Then I won't be needing this." The prince smiled and reached out in a fluid motion and released the emerald collar from around Elijah's neck deftly and then discarded it carelessly on the floor. He rose to his feet, drawing himself up to his full, majestic height so that he was standing over Elijah's bound form, then reached his hands down and loosened his pants. "In this land, the ritual that will take place tonight is reserved only for the highest born. For a man in my position, it is one of the most important decisions I will make in my life. I understand that you will not be able to comprehend or perhaps even want it at first. But I assure you, I take this ritual very seriously, as I do all of the implications that come with it." The prince opened the top of his pants, revealing a glimpse of the smooth skin below.

Elijah felt his face flush in apprehension. "Wait - what are you doing?" he asked, staring at the prince's loosened pants.

"This is the ritual of my people," Valcan said softly. "For thousands of years, we have performed this ritual, though its secrets are guarded fiercely. You will be the first outsider to ever witness such an act. You should be honored" He released his pants and they fell to the floor, leaving the prince completely naked in front of Elijah. Naked and aroused.

Elijah jerked away, aghast at the prince. He had, of course, seen naked men before. But not naked, aroused men. And certainly not one of the serpent folk. The bronzed color of the prince's long torso was the same throughout his entire body; and with the lean muscle that rippled when he moved, even Elijah had to admit that the prince was certainly good looking. But what he was more distracted by was the prince's erected penis. His was the only aroused cock he had ever laid eyes on, other than his own. He knew some of his friends played games with each other when they were younger, but he had never participated in such and so never explored much in that area. He knew that he most definitely liked women. But something was different about this...

The prince's cock was a good size without being grossly massive and thick without being brutally so. It was straight and oddly aesthetically pleasing to Elijah's eyes, though he had never once thought about cocks before in such a fashion. But it was also strange. The prince was completely shaved: there wasn't a single hair on his jutting shaft or plump balls. His skin was smooth and golden, unmarred save for the strange markings. The markings were what made Elijah stare. A strange substance - perhaps paint or a tattoo - Elijah couldn't tell - covered the prince's penis and balls in a bright turquoise blue writings that patterned symbols all over the prince's genitals, making them shine brightly in the dim light.

"Do you like them?" the prince asked softly, watching Elijah.

"What are they?" Elijah asked, unable to help himself as the question tumbled from his mouth before he could stop it. He had never seen markings like that before in all of his travels or in all his learnings. And, despite the fact that they were painted on a man's erect penis, Elijah was immediately fascinated by them.

The prince took a step forward, closing the already small distance between them and gently ran his hand over his throbbing penis. "They're symbols of a spell," he answered softly. "They are part of the ritual I will perform tonight and that you will bear witness to." Elijah swallowed involuntarily as the prince's hand curled around his prick. Slowly, he began to move his fist up and down in shaft in a rather provocative way.

Elijah eyed the cock warily, fear flooding his body. _What was Valcan going to do to him? _ "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice no more than a whisper. Being in such close quarters to an aroused man was something he had never experienced before - nor had he ever intended to.

"Relax," the prince answered, a little breathless. "You don't have to do anything for this part. First, I must mark you with myself." He hissed a low moan a moment later as Elijah watched a bead of clear precum well out of the tip. "Luckily, you are pleasing to look at," the prince grunted, almost as an afterthought as he continued to speed up his stroking, still staring at Elijah with a strange, intense look in his eyes.

Elijah looked away, unable to meet the prince's eyes as the man masturbated to the sight of him. He had never in a million years would have guessed a few months ago that he would find himself tied naked to a chair in a far away kingdom being used as a masturbatory aid to a prince. The idea was ludicrous. And yet, it was happening. Elijah swallowed, trying to politely ignore the slick sounds the prince's hand was making on his apparently leaking dick. Whatever was happening was odd and uncomfortable, but Elijah remained still, not wanting to anger the prince. He could survive this. Just a day of the prince's antics and he'd be free. He just needed to stay strong -

"Elijah!" the prince's call jerked Elijah's daze and brought him sharply back to reality. "Look at me!" the prince commanded in a hiss over the slick sounds of his hand running quickly over his shaft.

Not seeing much of a choice otherwise - and repressing a shiver of disgust - Elijah obeyed and dragged his gaze up to the prince's. Just look at his eyes, he told himself, just keep your gaze on his eyes, his face, anything but his - But looking into the prince's eyes was a mistake. The moment Elijah met the prince's strange dark eyes with the single ring of gold, he felt his heart began to race. Cursing himself inwardly, he struggled to look away, to think of something else, but there wasn't another distraction. The prince's dark eyes enveloped his world, holding him so that he could not tear himself away. There was something commanding and inciting about the prince's gaze - something he had never witnessed before - and the moment that he looked into the prince's eyes, he knew he was trapped, mesmerized by the power that rested there. Elijah felt his breath catch in his throat, but it didn't matter. Nothing more could be compelled of him, other than to look into the prince's eyes and lose himself in their depths -

"Yes," the prince murmured, staring into Elijah's eyes in satisfaction. "Yesssss," The sound of the prince's slick hand jacking himself increased and a moment later, Elijah heard the prince grunt and close his eyes, abruptly breaking eye contact with Elijah. The spell broke and Elijah suddenly realized that he was bound to a chair, naked, and being masturbated to the moment the first splatter of royal seed sprayed on his chest.

Elijah gasped, but for a different reason than the prince as he felt several volleys of searing cum paint his bare chest. A thousand thoughts rushed in Elijah's head: the outrage at being used, the humiliation of being objectified, the shock and surprise at the sensation of another man's seed on his skin, and - perhaps - a strange, morbid sense of curiosity and a flicker of pride at being able to elicit such a reaction, even from another man. As these emotions whirled in Elijah's mind, too rapid for him to even begin to make sense of, the prince finished spending himself, and collapsed to his knees, panting.

"I have marked you," the prince said breathlessly, almost as if reciting something, "showing the choice I have made." His eyes darted down to Elijah's groin with a strange hunger in them. "Now I will pleasure you. Your pleasure will also bring me my own."

Elijah's eyes widened when he realized what the prince was going to do next. Throughout the prince's show, Elijah had felt disgust and a touch humiliated; he never in his wildest dreams thought he'd be tied naked to a chair and masturbated to by a man. And while his cock remained completely limp the entire time, when he felt the first splash of hot seed spatter upon his chest, he felt something twitch inside his penis. It wasn't arousal, per say, but perhaps, a strange form of curiosity and satisfaction at being appreciated in such a way. Elijah was immensely confused and somewhat disturbed by this reaction, but didn't have time to think about it - the prince was already kneeling between his legs, gazing openly at his flaccid cock.

Elijah snapped out of his reverie when the prince tenderly lifted his limp cock into his warm hands. "Wait - wait," Elijah choked as the prince gently fondled his cock, "what are you going to do now?"

"I will give you the same pleasure you have given me." The prince smiled up at him and gave Elijah's length a teasing squeeze.

Elijah looked wildly around the room. _What kind of ritual has a prince suck off his slave? _ It had to be a joke, it had to be some twisted prank because there was no way that something like this could be real. "Haven't you done enough already?"

"No. No, I haven't." Valcan did not seem remotely amused by Elijah's confusion or revulsion. "Now are you going to be compliant and obey or is our deal void and I should simply take my pleasure with you?"

Elijah's voice caught in his throat for a moment. As much as he didn't want this sort of attention, at the very least, the prince seemed to imply that he'd be gentle and pleasure Elijah along the way; breaking the deal not only meant losing his chance at freedom but also what looked like would be a long and painful night as nothing more than a toy. Elijah swallowed. "No. No, I will be obedient. It is as you say, my lord."

Valcan laughed at that. "That's a little too submissive, mm? But do not fear; you have the right spirit in the matter. Just relax."

"Relax? How am I supposed to relax when you - _ohhhhhhhh!" _ Elijah's retort was cut off as the prince's lips wrapped around his flaccid cock. Within moments, his cock engorged with blood and rose steadily until to jutted from his groin, precum already stirring in his balls. The prince smiled in satisfaction at that and quickly swallowed Elijah's entire cock all the way to the base, much to his surprise and horrified delight.

Elijah gasped in shame and pleasure as he felt himself immediately getting hard. He had never had a man touch him like that before, and he couldn't deny that it felt good. It's not the prince, Elijah told himself firmly, _it's just been three weeks since you've gotten relief. That's why this is working - _ Elijah flushed as soon as he thought that, knowing it was a lie. It was a better alternative than the truth: _he was actually enjoying being sucked off by another man! _ Not that the prince wasn't attractive - by any standards, the prince was handsome, with his chiseled features, strong, lean muscles, and noble demeanor - but Elijah wasn't one to go for men. He liked women plenty, but even so, he couldn't deny that this prince was a spectacular male specimen in his own right.

"Argh!" Elijah groaned as the prince licked at his cockhead, which was now nearly full mast. _It felt so good! _ And the prince was surprisingly skilled in the matter - skilled enough to get Elijah to overlook that it was a man sucking him. "Mmmm yes!"

The prince paused in his ministrations to look up at Elijah. "It's a shame," he murmured, his fingers continuing to gently brush against the base of Elijah's throbbing manhood, "you have such a pretty cock." Before Elijah was able to ask what was a shame, the prince began to squeeze and jerk his cock again. Together, they watched as a bead of clear precum welled up at its head before burbling over and running down Elijah's shaft. The prince smiled at Elijah's reaction. "You like that?"

"Yesssssss, oh yes," Elijah whispered, already lost in a mindless haze. It had been far too long since he had experienced any relief and the prince was too skilled for him to resist. Besides, if the prince wanted to do this - and was going to do it anyways - why should Elijah stop him? Pleasure was pleasure and while Elijah had never personally requested the services of a male, he knew plenty of straight men who did. This was no different from that. He was Lord Elijah of Yaritoba and - despite the situation - he was going to make damn well sure to enjoy himself. "Ahhhh yes! Keep going."

The prince smiled faintly, then plunged his mouth around Elijah's shaft again, lodging Elijah's cock deep in his spasming throat. As Elijah threw his head back and gasped at the pleasure, one of the prince's hands reached under and gently began to play with Elijah's balls - swollen with three long weeks of unspent seed.

"Mmm yes," Elijah moaned, bucking his hips as his hands strained against his restraints. "Play with my balls. Ohhh yes! Oh yes, more!"

Obediently, as the prince continued to suck enthusiastically, he also began to roll Elijah's balls around in his left hand. As he did this, his free right hand slid up Elijah's side and up to his chest. Gently, the prince tweaked Elijah's nipples, making him groan as shocks of pleasure jolted through him. The prince rubbed Elijah's rigid nipple between his firm fingers for a few more minutes, all the while sucking, lapping, and licking at his cock in the most enticing ways. Suddenly, as Elijah's pleasure came close to peaking, Valcan pulled back and gently kissed the tip of Elijah's leaking shaft, leaving him highly aroused and frustrated.

"Please," Elijah whispered raggedly, "keep going!."

The prince looked up at Elijah - a strange motion for a royal to make to a lesser lord - and smiled faintly. "Is this what you want?" he murmured, blowing a breath of air across Elijsh's painfully hard cock.

Elijah squirmed at that. "Arghhh please - please, yes!"

The prince wasn't satisfied. "You want to cum in another man's mouth? You want to receive pleasure from the hands of a male?"

"Arghhhhh yes! Oh gods, yes! Don't stop! Please - don't stop, my lord!"

"I won't," the prince answered softly, leaning forward to gently lick the tip free of the precum that was welling there. Although it was the prince who was on his knees, they both knew who was really in charge of their coupling. While one hand continued to tweak Elijah's nipple, the prince's other hand traced over his balls a final time, then began to slid back farther. Before Elijah could protest, the prince pinched his nipple particularly firmly and writhed his tongue skillfully around Elijah's cockhead, making him groan in need, the prince's questing finger momentarily forgotten -

Valcan's other hand drifted down from Elijah's nipple and began to rub his chest in circular motions, almost as if he was rubbing in lotion or oil - or, Elijah realized suddenly, the prince's own spent cum. Elijah glanced down once at the prince's cum being rubbed into his skin, but then let his eyes wander back down to his straining cock. The prince smiled again and resumed engulfing Elijah's cock into his skilled mouth as his fingers continued to trace pleasurable patterns in the skin of his chest, confident that no matter what he did, Elijah wasn't going to stop him.

Elijah wasn't sure when his hands were untied, but suddenly, he found that they were free again. Escape did not even cross his mind. Immediately, he plunged them down to the prince's head and pushed the prince further down on his cock. The prince moaned around Elijah's throbbing prick, sending pleasurable vibrations through it, and continued with a renewed gusto as Elijah ran his hands through the prince's silken locks, urging him on.

Elijah had nearly reached his limit when he suddenly felt a new sensation: the prince's finger gently probing his hole. The wet digit circled carefully around his pucker for a few moments, pushing in with a gentle tease, before sliding in, making fireworks go off in Elijah's head. Never before he had ever had anything back there - and while unexpected, it was far from unpleasant. That sensation was far too much for Elijah. Crying out, his entire body went rigid for one blessed moment before he felt his balls churn and his ass clamp down tight around the prince's finger. Gasping helplessly, he bucked his hips hard into the prince's mouth as he came, blasting rope after rope of his seed down the prince's throat.

The prince fell back, panting, a trickle of Elijah's cum seeping from the corner of his mouth. When he gasped for air, Elijah was pleased to see that the inside of his mouth still held some of his seed. It gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. Suddenly, he felt a slight prickly sensation on his chest. For a moment, it almost looked as if there were letters written on his chest in the shiny, drying cum that was left there. But a moment later, they were gone and Elijah looked away, dismissing it as a trick of the light.

"Mmm," the prince sighed, licking up Elijah's remaining seed like a cat, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." As he pushed himself back to his knees, his invading finger slipped from Elijah's hole, giving him the strange feeling of being empty.

Elijah moaned softly, closing his eyes as his body relaxed in the chair. "Ohhh yes," he murmured. "You have no idea how much I needed that."

The prince laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Elijah, gently stroking his skin in a tender caress. "Come," he said softly, tugging gently on Elijah's arms. "Let's get more comfortable - "

Obediently, Elijah rose from the chair - now completely unfettered - and followed the prince to the nearby pile of cushions and collapsed thankfully upon them. "Oh gods," he sighed, his mind still reeling from the blow job he had just received as he reclined on the soft fabric. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked, momentarily forgetting his place.

The prince, however, didn't seem to mind as he laid his sculpted body out beside Elijah, a faint smile still on his lips. "A position like mine demands a certain unique skill set at times," he answered coyly, his eyes surveying Elijah with a strange gleam in them. "But I am certainly glad that you found it to be pleasurable." He turned his body to Elijah and reached out his hand and gently brushed his fingers against Elijah's flesh. "I enjoyed giving you pleasure."

Elijah suddenly realized how close in proximity he was to the prince, but he found that somehow he didn't mind anymore. Something about his last climax was different: it was as if the afterglow was extended longer than it ever had been before. And while he was satisfied, he also felt a little empty - as if there was something missing, a hunger that still needed to be sated - He felt both lightheaded and deeply content, and did not feel repulsed by the warmth radiating from the prince's body, only inches away. Even though a part of his mind registered that the prince's cock was hard again, its head staining the cushion with precum, he didn't care. Every qualm he used to have, every hesitation or preference seemed to be insignificant now. All that mattered was the prince and the pleasure he gave.

"Come here," Valcan said firmly, gathering Elijah in his arms and pulling him close to him as Elijah had done to countless woman. He didn't resist.

Elijah was acutely aware of how close their bodies were now. He could feel the smooth, hot skin of the prince pressing against him.

"You've done well," the prince murmured, his lips brushing against Elijah's forehead. He kissed him there chastely, then his lips wandered around Elijah's face until they found his lips. The prince kissed him, hard. Elijah obediently opened his mouth and a moment later, the prince pushed his tongue in, dancing against Elijah's, the taste of cum flooding his mouth-

"Wait - " Elijah pulled back suddenly, sobering quickly, suddenly more than uncomfortable at the prince's proximity. How did I even let him get this close to me?

The prince laughed softly. "What? You do not enjoy the taste of yourself?" He pulled Elijah closer to him so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. "I certainly did - "

"I - I can't do this." Doubt flooded him. He was generally so sure of himself, so confident in his every action, but _this? _ This was something entirely different. And while a small part of his mind murmured that experimenting a bit wouldn't hurt, he still felt incredibly reluctant to try. His entire life, he had been straight. He had fucked girls - oh, so many girls, of every age, appearance, and race - and he had loved it. But, what if being with a man was even better? What if it would flush away the staleness that had begun to linger after all these conquests - the staleness that ultimately drove him to the free cities in the first place. And no one knew him here. Here, he could be whatever he needed to be. No one would no that he indulged himself...no one would ever know he tried...

The prince didn't seem terribly surprised as he pulled back. "Why not? Did you not enjoy my previous ministrations?"

Elijah felt his cheeks flush. "No - no, I did," he admitted honestly, deciding that there was very little point in attempting to veil his emotions from the prince. "Very much so. But, I like women. And kissing another man, it just feels - "

The prince drew Elijah toward him before he could finish. "Tonight, you are mine," he said firmly, looking into Elijah's eyes with his own dark ones. "You swore it. Take whatever pleasure that I can give you, however strange and different it may be. There is nothing to be ashamed of in that." He turned Elijah's head to his and kissed him again. As Elijah's resolve wavered and he returned the kiss with equal passion and gusto, he felt the prince's hand slip down and curl around his re-hardening cock. The prince squeezed it gently. "I loved feeling you cum," he whispered, his fingers gently running over the sensitive, semi-hard flesh. "I loved taking it into my mouth, tasting your sweet seed." He kissed Elijah again, letting the taste of himself and cum linger in Elijah's mouth. "I want more of that. I want to feel that again over and over again."

Elijah made up his mind in an instant and moaned, laying back on the cushions, no longer caring, surrendering. For one night, he was the prince's. For one night, it didn't matter how he was pleasured, only that he enjoyed it. And if it wasn't so bad, perhaps he'd start to frequent the other sort of brothels when he got home; nothing wrong with a little variety. And as soon as he let his mind go and he stopped worrying about the repercussions of what he was doing, he began to enjoy it even more. Sighing in contentment, he wrapped his arms around the prince and kissed him deeply. Society be damned, this feels good! And what could the harm be, if it was only for a single night? Elijah let the prince's lips brush against his skin and he gently ran his fingers through the prince's hair. Being a slave for one night might not be so terrible after all...

The prince's lips left his and he felt Valcan moving his body, adjusting his position so that he was bearing over Elijah. A moment later, the prince's hand wrapped around Elijah's cock which, even though he had just cum, was already beginning to harden again. Elijah moaned in disbelief. He had never been so aroused before in his life; he didn't know how or why, but he no longer wanted to fight the feeling. He longed only to surrender to it.

The prince drew back from his kissing and Elijah looked up to find that the prince was on top of him, pinning him to the cushions with his hard body. He rubbed their dicks together teasingly before adjusting his position so that he was between Elijah's legs.

"Wait - wait, what are you doing?" Elijah asked, a slight panic beginning to rise in him as he looked down at the prince climbing atop his body, his drooling cock bobbing in front him.

"I will make us one," Valcan whispered, his voice rich and thick with desire. "As your pleasure is my own, my pleasure shall be yours. You shall be molded into the instrument of my power and pleasure. We will give and receive everything we have together."

Molded into an instrument of - what?! _ That sent Elijah back into a panic mode. "No!" Elijah tried to push himself up off the bed, but Valcan was faster and already pushed him back down. Elijah struggled for a moment, but was helplessly pinned. The prince was _strong.

"Relax," the prince murmured in Elijah's ear as he pressed himself down onto Elijah's body. "You will enjoy this."

"No!" Elijah struggled against the prince, trying in vain to free himself. "I do not want anything down there!"

The prince laughed softly. "You didn't seem to mind my finger before. In fact, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Why don't you let me start with that again?" When Elijah didn't answer, the prince brushed his lips again his ear. "You came so hard before, with my finger in your ass."

Elijah looked away, his cheeks blushing with shame. He couldn't want this, could he? He couldn't possibly be enjoying a man's attentions like this, could he? _ He was a high-born son who loved woman! So, why wasn't he protesting more? He knew the answer: he was curious. Never in a thousand years would he had thoughts the events that had just transpired would have been arousing or pleasurable, but somehow, they were unfathomably so. So perhaps he was wrong about this as well. And he only had one night. Just one night to explore his curiosities - then this would all just be a dream. And, above all, it had felt so _good! "You - you can," he said weakly, barely able to get the words out as his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. "But only if you stop when I tell you to."

The prince slid his strong body over Elijah's prone one. "I assure you, you're not going tell me to stop," he murmured in Elijah's ear. His soft lips gently grazed against Elijah's cheek, then he was gone again, leaving Elijah feeling alone and unsatisfied on the bed.

The prince's slickened finger pushed into Elijah's already loosened ass, sliding in easily. Elijah grunted at that, feeling the prince worm the digit around questing for the button that would make Elijah truly gasp. The prince's lips curved into smile when he felt the right spot, sending Elijah into a series of pleasurable convulsions and loosening the young lord's tongue so that he would beg for more. Soon, Elijah was gasping and moaning as the prince's finger squirmed inside of him. He couldn't believe that such a sensation could feel so good!

"Here's another," Valcan murmured. Before Elijah could properly protest, Valcan slid a second finger in. Elijah hissed, feeling residual pain shoot through him, but Valcan kissed him and assured him that the pain would all go away soon. A short time later, Elijah forgot that he had felt any pain at all - the prince was bringing back that mind-numbing pleasure again and that was all that mattered to him.

As the prince straddled Elijah he thrust his hard cock over Elijah's own straining prick, bringing pleasurable sensations to Elijah that he didn't even want to admit were possible. He closed his eyes and moaned, surrendering himself to the feeling and trying to not think about another man's penis touching his own.

"Relax," the prince breathed into Elijah's ear as his dripping cock nudged against Elijah's puckered hole. "You'll like this."

Elijah drew in a sharp breath as he felt the head of Valcan's cock spear against his hole, pushing insistently - until he felt he was breaking - and then he opened.

Elijah cried out sharply, as his virgin ass was deflowered by the prince's hard cock. Without realizing it, his rigid body had pressed up against Valcan's and he clung tightly to the prince, waiting for the pain to pass. How many times had he done this to a young girl and held her in his arms while she sobbed as his cock twitched around her broken maidenhood? He gasped, feeling his ass throbbing with the girth of Valcan's cock as it rested in his tight passage.

Valcan paused for a moment, his hands gently stroking Elijah's head as he waited, then he slowly pulled out and then pushed in again. Then out and in again. Out and in in a slow, steady rhythm that began to build heat inside of Elijah. Slowly, Elijah's hole began to open up for him; and as it opened, the pain began to fade.

"No! I - ohhh gods! No!" Elijah sputtered weakly as he felt his ass opening for the foreign invader, stretching to accommodate the throbbing shaft of hot flesh. His fingers dug into the cushions beneath him as he attempted to steady himself against Valcan's rocking movement. "Ahh!"

"Yessssss," Valcan gasped, gripping Elijah's shoulders to secure himself with each thrust. "Ohhh you feel better than I imagined you would! So tight! Uhh yes! Squeeze my cock, Elijah! Squeeze it with your ass!"

"Ughh," Elijah gasped, still struggling in the prince's grasp. He could see no way how he could avoid squeezing the prince's cock - it was stretching him in a way he could barely even fathom. But the pain was going away and the strange sensation of having a foreign invader in his passage was fading from novelty to pure pleasure. Whatever the prince had pressed before with his fingers, his cock was rubbing that same spot. Elijah squirmed again, thankful that the pain was passing, but utterly unsure about the pleasure beginning to blossom within him. "Ohhhh oh, my lord - "

Valcan sank into Elijah once again with a rough buck of his hips his speed already beginning to increase. "Ohhhh, Elijah!" he gasped, "I hope you are enjoying this as much as I am."

"Uh, uh, uh!" Elijah grunted, too preoccupied with the feelings in his ass to properly respond.

The prince's pace picked up so that his thrusting was far quicker and more brutal. "Tell me what you feel" he commanded. "Do you like my cock deep in your ass?"

"Uh! I - I - I love it!" Elijah groaned the words out before the rational part of his brain could stop him. No longer even ashamed of his moans, Elijah wantonly wrapped his arms around Valcan's neck, drawing the prince closer to him and making the thrusts of his cock go deeper. "More! Please, more! Deeper, my lord! Deeper!"

Valcan laughed softly, then turned his head to Elijah and kissed him. The prince was kissing him, hard, his tongue invading Elijah's mouth insistently as his cock continued to slam in and out of Elijah; and his hands were roving all over Elijah's body, feeling his smooth flesh. Elijah moaned like a whore into the prince's mouth, unable to help himself. He had never felt anything like this before.

Suddenly, the prince pulled out and flipped Elijah over. Deftly, he drew Elijah's ass up so that he was on his hands and knees before the prince. Then Valcan slammed into him again.

The prince was close. Elijah could tell from the way he grunted, from the way his thrusts became uneven and frantic, and from the way his already seemingly massive penis was swelling, squelching with every thrust into Elijah's small hole. With each thrust the prince's penis was lodged deeper and deeper into Elijah's body, splitting him from his no-longer virgin ass all the way through his bowels and beyond. His hands were frantically grabbing at Elijah, caressing his body, tweaking his nipples, and even occasionally gripping his manhood.

And suddenly, the prince's thrusts sped up to a practically inhuman rate, thrusting so quickly that Elijah almost collapsed before him. The prince let out a loud groan and shuddered violently, clutching at Elijah's back and shoulders as his climax washed over him. A moment later, Elijah felt the pulsing rush through the prince's cock followed by a sudden burning hot sensation of the prince seeding his most intimate passage.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Elijah groaned, feeling another man cum inside him for the first time. "Ohhhhhhh yesssss. Cum inside me! Breed me!! Ohhhh gods!"

Valcan, though he was still breathing heavily and moaning softly, seemed to pick up on that, and reached his hand under Elijah and began to jerk him off quickly.

Elijah came immediately, the feeling of Valcan's hand on his prick and Valcan's spewing cock in his ass far too much for him to take. "Oh, oh, oh yesssss! Ohhhh gods, yes!" Elijah shouted as his balls rolled and his cock ejaculated the first volley of his thick cream all over his chest and chin.

For a moment, Valcan waited, panting over Elijah's bare back as his cock continued to spew deep into Elijah's bowels as Elijah attempted to collect his breath, his cock finally finished spewing its load and beginning to droop toward the ground in exhaustion.

But after another moment, the prince grunted, and gripped Elijah's shoulders firmly with his hands and began to kneed them, speaking in a strange, hissing language. _What was he doing? _ Elijah tried in vain to struggle out from `Valcan's hold as the prince's chanting filled his ears, but the prince had a grip like iron and his cock seemed to be swelling inside of Elijah's ass, holding him firmly in place. Elijah could only grab at the cushions as he hissed in pain at the burning hot warmth that suddenly seemed to blossom deep within his bowels.

"What are you doing?" Elijah gasped, gripping at the prince as his entire body was overwhelmed by a wave of searing pain that washed through him in a rippling pulse. Elijah was still disoriented and exhausted from Valcan's fucking - his mind reeled, attempting to process the pleasure with the confusion and touch of humiliation with the new burning pain that wracked him. He squirmed again, to no avail. "What's going on?"

"Don't worry," Valcan said through gritted teeth once he had stopped speaking the strange, chant-like language. It - will pass."

Elijah gasped, feeling his insides flare with heat, then begin to pulse with a sudden push of arousal. "Ahhh!" he cried, his body suddenly twitching on the bed. He collapsed face-down onto the cushions as his stomach heaved. Above him, he could hear Valcan's ragged breathing and felt the heat that was radiating from the prince's torso; he felt relief knowing that whatever was happening to him, was also happening to the prince. But, despite that relief, he still wasn't entirely comforted. Magic was an alien concept to him that he didn't understand in the least - and one he wanted nothing to do with. "What's happening?"

"The - the spell," the prince hissed, grinding his teeth as he gripped Elijah tightly.

The spell? _ Elijah squirmed in pain under the prince's body. _What did that even mean? What spell?! Elijah's mind rushed to process all that was happening to him: Valcan told him he was needed for a ritual. He agreed to be a slave for one night. But a spell? While part of him wanted to laugh at the superstitions of the snake folk, he couldn't deny that something was beginning to happen to him. The humor he felt at the prince's explanation turned cold. _Was there really a spell? Was it real? _ Elijah shook his head; it was all some trumped up ritual, designed for men to get their rocks off. The prince just wanted to be able to boast about making a proud, foreign nobleman his bitch for the night, that was all. It couldn't possibly be real -

Valcan took his hands and began to run them up and down Elijah's back, starting by gently brushing his head and running his fingers through Elijah's hair, then combing his fingers down his slave's neck, shoulders, and back. When he reached Elijah's ass, the prince gripped his ass checks for a moment, then ran his hands back up the length of Elijah's body again, in some strange exaggerated stroking motion. "Ahh uh, uh," Valcan grunted, his groans of pain beginning to become tinged with moans of pleasure as his cock began to swell out again.

Elijah closed his eyes and sighed. He was being an idiot. This so-called "spell" was nothing more than power trip for the young prince. There was no need to worry if Valcan wished to indulge himself in some fantasy role-play - as long as Elijah was able to leave the following night, he really didn't care what the prince did. Elijah let out a low moan as the prince's stroking continued as he ran his hand around Elijah's body, slowly coaxing him back into an aroused state. Elijah sighed again and surrendered to it. This was nothing, this was merely pleasure; he needn't worry -

Now that the burning heat was fading, he felt his shaft begin to stir again, lengthening slowly from its drooping state. Due to the prince's moans and caresses and his own ever-hardening cock, Elijah was left with nothing but arousal and need that seemed to suddenly consume his body. With that tingle, however, came a faint whisper in his mind - a barely perceptible murmur that slowly began to nudge him forward, slipping new and twisted thoughts that he never thought he'd desire into his mind.

"Ohhh," Elijah groaned, unable to help himself. Now that the pain had dissipated, the strange desires whispering in the corners of his mind began to become more insistent: he wanted that pleasure again. Just...one more time. Just for tonight... "My lord," he whispered weakly, still struggling to hold himself up on his hands and knees. "My lord, please - "

"Ohhhhh," Valcan sighed, apparently overwhelmed by similar sensations. Panting for breath, he pushed himself up so that his weight no longer pinned Elijah to the bed, though he kept his cock lodged deep inside. "Tell me what you want. Tell me!"

"I want you - " Elijah breathed raggedly, suddenly breathless as a fresh wave of lust washed over him. His mind was reeling in confusion: one moment, he was basking in the afterglow of a strange, but ultimately pleasurable coupling, and the next moment, he was consumed with an overwhelming need for to fucked again. What was wrong with him?

The prince either didn't seem to notice Elijah's sudden lusty persona or didn't care. Either way, it suited his purposes. "Mmmm you want me?" he breathed, slowly pulling his swollen cock out of Elijah's ass, where it made a small pop as the head pulled free. "Where do you want me? Tell me."

Elijah shuddered at the sensation of the prince's burning cock suddenly leaving his anal passage; it was something he never thought he wanted but now that it was gone, he suddenly needed it more than ever. "Please," he mewled softly, pushing himself up onto all fours and thrusting his hips into the air wantonly. "I want you inside of me!" Elijah gasped, no longer caring what he was saying. That feeling! _ It was the most incredible thing! Once the pain had lifted, he was left with an unbelievably heightened sense of pleasure. His arousal from before paled in comparison; now, his entire body tingled with longing, his mind clouded with need and desperation. He wanted Valcan to fuck him again. He _needed the feeling of the prince's cock pistoning in and out of his ass. He needed to feel Valcan using his body again. "Fuck me!" he gasped helplessly, almost sobbing from need. He didn't know where this sense of desperation came from, but he was beyond caring.

"You want me inside you?" Valcan murmured, leaning down to nip at Elijah's shoulder as he pressed the head of his cock into Elijah's ass and slowly slid his length completely inside the young man again. "Mmm what else?"

Elijah gasped at the feeling of having his anal walls spread open once more, already coated with a layer of the virile man's seed. "Ahhhhh yessss; more!" His hands clutched the cushions desperately as he felt his body light up in pleasure. The feeling of Valcan inside him was more than tantalizing. Moaning, he threw his head back as he babbled, "I want your cum! Give me your cum! Arghhh! Please! More! I want to feel your cum inside me again!"

"You want my cum?" Valcan asked softly, teasing Elijah by drawing his hips back in a slow, sensual motion before bucking them forward again, deliberately denying Elijah the brutal thrusting that he suddenly craved.

Elijah groaned, curling his fingers into the silken fabric of the cushions. His mind was whirling within its own lustful fog and his body was drawn, taut, and felt like it would snap at any moment. The Lord Elijah of Yaritoba was fading; the decisiveness, the pride, the control - he was submitting to the prince. He wanted Valcan. He needed Valcan in that moment. "Please, my lord! Please - I need it! I need your cum!"

Valcan laughed softly and thrust forward again so that his cock was completely lodged into Elijah. Then he covered Elijah's body with his own and gently nibbled on Elijah's ear. "Tell me what you want," he murmured. "Make me believe it. Beg for it."

"Ohhhh," Elijah squirmed, feeling the thick cock inside of him dribbling hot precum into his depths. A small part of him hated how easily he was giving into his lusts, but he pushed it aside. "Oh please stop teasing me! Just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me yours!"

"Ohh my dear Elijah," Valcan said in a low, amused voice, "you are mine." The prince straightened, standing tall behind Elijah's prone, quivering figure kneeling weakly on the cushions and gently ran his hand along the contours of Elijah's smooth skin. "All of this," he murmured, his eyes feasting on the supple flesh prostrate before him, that gleamed golden in the torchlight, "is mine."

"Yes! Yes, it's yours!" Elijah practically sobbed, babbling as his desperation mounted. Between gasping for breath and almost weeping with need, he choked, almost falling facedown onto the cushions if it weren't for Valcan gripping his hips in place. Elijah coughed, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath and swallowed the fluids that suddenly filled his mouth. "Valcan - now please - I beg of you - fuck me!"

The prince smiled and obeyed. Soon, they had found their rhythm again and were thrusting into each other madly, the prince's hips a blur as Elijah moaned into the cushions, waiting for his release. Elijah could feel more of himself ebbing away with each thrust, with each slap of the prince's hips against his own. His mind was so abuzz with pleasure and need that he easily dismissed the concern his conscious mind had, he ignored the strange flickers of heat through his body, and never once questioned the numbing sensation growing in his limbs. All he could think about was Valcan and receiving his own pleasure at the prince's hands. It was all that mattered now.

Valcan grunted in pleasure. "Ohh, yessss," he said, still frantically thrusting into Elijah at a rapidly increasing pace. "Ohhhh, you feel sooooo good!"

As Valcan hilted himself once more, Elijah felt his ass checks unclench and then part farther than they ever had before, allowing the cock even deeper access to his most private regions and making it feel more massive in him. As he hissed in pain, he felt the prince's length begin to emit a burning heat. The heat spread to Elijah, heating his body until his very skin seem to be so hot that it could be molded like clay, though it wasn't painful like the heat before. And indeed the prince did mold him, reaching his hands around Elijah's torso and then pushing firmly down, forcing the boy steadily onto his cock. And though Elijah swore there was no where else for him to go, he sank further down onto the cock, feeling its length drive up far into his nether-regions.

"Ohhhhhhhh" groaned Elijah as he felt his rump begin to change, spreading so far that it seemed to begin to wrap around the man's smooth body. He tried to twist and turn in order to escape but suddenly found himself unable to do so. It was almost as if he were disappearing into the prince's groin... or perhaps the prince was simply _growing. _ Even as he gasped again in pleasure and shock, Elijah suddenly became aware of the strange tingling that seemed to prick his legs, distracting him from his otherwise pleasurable coupling. Elijah spat out more saliva as it filled his mouth, drooling over his lips as he attempted to catch his breath. It was almost as if Valcan's cock was pushing past his bowels, even deeper into him...

Valcan sighed and wrapped his arms around Elijah's torso, pinning his arms to his sides as he continued to violently thrust into Elijah. "Ohhh, yessssss," the prince moaned. "So tight. Mmmm yessssss. Good boy."

A particularly sharp thrust caused strange pinpricks of pleasure and pain shoot through Elijah's body - enough that even Valcan's ministrations couldn't distract him from the odd sensations. Valcan's cock wasn't just spreading him in a pleasurable way now: it was getting painful as its head seemed to batter even deeper his bowels. "Valcan!" Elijah gasped, calling the prince by name. "Valcan, what's happening? What are you doing?" As he spoke, more saliva coughed up from his throat, dampening the cushion his face was pressed into.

"I'm giving you what you asked for," Valcan groaned, speeding up his thrusts to an almost brutal pace. "You asked to feel my cum inside you. I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fill you up so much that my seed comes out of every hole you have!"

Elijah moaned, his cock spasming beneath him, the thought of Valcan's declaration not unappetizing at all... Elijah groaned, ignoring the pain of Valcan's thrusting cock. "Ugh! Ah! Ah! Arghhhh!" Elijah cried, clutching the cushions beneath him as Valcan's cock pushed even deeper inside of him. He squirmed, his body flushed with heat and his limbs cramped from holding himself up against Valcan's relentless pounding. "Please - ugh - wait - "

"I wait for nothing, lordling," Valcan breathed, still thrusting mercilessly. "Take me! Take all I have!"

"Oh gods - please - ughhh! Ohh!" Elijah sucked in another breath through his teeth as he felt Valcan's cock spew more precum into him. _What is happening to me? _

"Yesssss," groaned Valcan again, his hands squeezing Elijah's soft flesh as they ran up and down his body, making Elijah quiver in need. Something about the prince's touch was electric - every time the prince's hands stroked his skin, Elijah felt his cock twitch needily in response, as if only Valcan could bring him to release. "I'll make you cum as you never have before - "

"Uh! Uh! Uhhh," Elijah groaned as each of Valcan's thrusts shock his body. He had already cum so much, but he felt another climax boiling up inside of him. Never had he felt this good before. Gasping he tried to push himself up on his hand and knees, but promptly collapsed again from exertion. "Wait! Valcan, wait!" he gasped ragged. "We need to - we need to change positions" He hadn't noticed it since his attention, understandably, had been diverted to other matters, but now that he thought of it, his legs were rather numb and uncomfortable...

"You mean take you like a maiden?" Valcan teased, grinning down at Elijah. He thrust again hard, causing Elijah's body to quiver weakly. "No, I think this way is the best. You can take it. I know you can."

"Please, Valcan. I can't even feel my legs. Just flip me over and you can take me that way."

"No," Valcan said simply. "The only thing you need to feel is me." Valcan paused for a moment and adjusted himself, then laid his body over Elijah's and pinned his arms to his torso, keeping his cock firmly lodged within Elijah's ass. 'Feel me," he breathed softly in Elijah's ear before bucking into Elijah again, holding him tightly to himself so that his smooth, hard chest was pressing against Elijah's back. "Feel my cock! Feel how deep it is inside you - deep within your very being - "

Elijah gasped, feeling Valcan's cock slid deeper than it ever had before, making something inside him twinge with pleasure. The heat from the prince's body was radiating onto him, which only seemed to stir his desires even more: his own body in return seemed to heat up and he felt his cock slap against his belly. Something about Valcan's presence seemed to consume Elijah with a burning need that made Elijah uncomfortably aware of his own arousal and at the same time made him no longer care. He squirmed in Valcan's embrace, feeling his cock leaking needily beneath him. But Valcan's arm arms were pinning his to his sides so he couldn't reach his own cock, that desperately needed to be touched. "Valcan - please - my cock - please touch my cock!" He spat more saliva onto the cushions beneath him as his mouth filled again.

The prince laughed softly in Elijah's ear. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving a trail of quick, light kisses down Elijah's jawline. The prince shifted his stance, wrapping one of his muscular arms around Elijah's torso, continuing to pin Elijah's arms to his sides, and slid his other hand down to Elijah's drooling cock. Elijah was losing himself to the pleasure, sinking further and further into a blissful haze as the prince continued pounding into him, making his stiff cock quiver helplessly. Whatever this feeling was, Elijah never wanted it to stop. He closed his eyes tightly - he didn't need his hands to feel good, he only needed Valcan - Valcan deep inside him, Valcan's hands touching him, Valcan's lips kissing every part of his body...

"Ohhhhhhhh oh, yes!" Elijah groaned as he felt the prince's hand wrap around his length. Valcan laughed at his reaction and began to jerk it expertly, running his palm up and down Elijah's hardened length, letting his fingers drift and trace intoxicatingly arousing patterns on the sensitive skin there. He did this several more times, from tip to base, then - as Elijah felt himself getting close - Valcan suddenly stopped. "Valcan!" Elijah mewled, trying to buck his hips into Valcan's hand without success. He wanted to cum so badly but hips didn't seem to want to move on their own...

Valcan pressed Elijah firmly down upon the cushions and gently kissed Elijah's cheek, then his mouth. "Patience, Elijah," Valcan purred, asserting complete control over the lust-stricken man. "Patience, then pleasure, I promise you."

Blindly, Elijah turned his head to the prince, feeling Valcan's hand lingering on his straining prick, and willingly opened his mouth to meet the prince's tongue. Valcan moaned into his mouth as they kissed and his hand resumed its stroking motion, pressing Elijah's dick against his stomach as he ran his fingers along its length. Valcan's ass flexed, making his penis twitch inside of Elijah as he continued to rub Elijah's dick along his stomach and kiss him hard. He continued to move in short, sharp thrusts, his hands caressing every inch of Elijah's body as his length spread the young nobleman wide. Valcan's very touch only seemed to electrify Elijah even more as the prince explored him. Valcan wrapped his arms around Elijah's torso, so that Elijah's arms were pinned at his sides again, and thrust roughly into him, forcing Elijah to side back and forth in his grip. Groaning, Elijah felt himself get thrust through the prince's encircling arms, his body sliding within the prince's embrace, his cock drooling uncontrollably as a powerful heat seared in his ass yet again.

And suddenly Elijah didn't feel the need to have his cock stroked - he only wanted his body to be touched.

"Valcan," he murmured mindlessly to the prince. He knew he sounded little better than most of the whores he had bedded before, but he simply couldn't help it; he had never been so aroused in his life, so enflamed by the mere thought of another's touch. His body burned with need and even the slightest caress of Valcan's hands made his mind flare up with lights of pleasure. "Valcan - touch me - touch my body - "

If Valcan found the request to be strange, he didn't give any indication of it. Continuing to keep Elijah's arms at his side, Valcan began to thrust Elijah against the cushions while he used his free hand to push Elijah's cock insistently against Elijah's own stomach. Feeling Elijah gasp and quiver at the sensation, Valcan allowed himself a smile and began to grind his entire body along Elijah's, still continuing to thrust Elijah against the silk. Somehow, the feeling of Valcan's smooth, taut body rubbing along Elijah's made Elijah's mind spin in a whirl of pleasure and submission. He no longer cared what this man did to him, only that he received the pleasure that was building within him. WIthout warning, he felt his balls trembling, heaving and rolling in their sack as they never had before, and his cock suddenly felt white-hot as a sudden rush of heat and pleasure flared up then burned through him. Valcan squeezed down upon him and in that moment, with a sharp cry, Elijah came again, hard.

He screamed to high heavens as his cum blasted from his aching cock, his balls heaving as he shuddered through an impossibly long climax. He could feel his groin heating up as he came, heat surging with his powerful release. Gasping, he felt his body shudder as his cock spewed forth its seed, coating his chest and the cushions beneath with strong blasts of sticky paint. Valcan groaned as he felt Elijah's ass clamp down on his prick and held Elijah tightly against his body, kissing his neck as his arms continued to stroke his shaking partner.

"Mmmm," Valcan murmured in Elijah's ear as Elijah's climax finally began to taper off. "Well done. That felt good, did it not?"

His balls hung limply in their sack, completely depleted. His sputtering cock had all been exhausted its store of seed, but was still impossibly hard, and it quivered painfully every time Valcan thrust. He was too weak to respond. His climax had left him breathless and now he could no longer support himself and let the prince hold him up in his arms, feeling the ever-present throb of Valcan's cock in his ass.

"What - what was that?" Elijah gasped weakly, trying to steady himself. It had felt so good, so powerful, but it also felt wrong. Something wasn't right. His climax lasted far longer than it ever had before, especially after already cumming so many times. But it was more than that. He was exhausted - there was a weakness settled deep within his balls that he hadn't experienced before, almost as if they were deflated. And his limbs felt impossibly weak. Valcan's weight suddenly seemed so much greater than it had before and his body seemed so much larger. Drugs, Elijah desperately reasoned to himself, _they must have drugged me. _ He had never had a climax like that, never felt so out of control, so weak, so dependent on another person. Valcan was becoming Elijah's world, and a small, stubborn part of Elijah's brain knew that wasn't right, knew that something was wrong -

Elijah collapsed face-first onto the cushions coated in a pool of his own drying cum, unable to even hold himself up any longer. Valcan didn't seem terribly concerned about it. He simply lowered his body with Elijah's, keeping himself sheathed within the young lord's depths.

Valcan sighed softly and began to run his hand that was previously attending Elijah's cock up and down Elijah's torso, sighing with pleasure. Slowly, his fingers traced up from Elijah's navel, sliding up to his collarbone, then back down again in a slow, sensuous motion that made Elijah moan happily. The pleasure part of his brain sighed and surrendered immediately, muffling the rational part that still remained that screamed for him to get up, to leave, to get away from the prince and his pleasurable fucking... But Valcan's touch was almost better than being jacked off, now. His fingertips seemed to burn with gentle vibrations and a soothing heat, gently coaxing Elijah to respond, to relax. Just the very touch of the prince was enough for him to feel good. It was all he wanted now. It was all he needed. He was delirious and exhausted, but he was past caring. He had already surrendered to the pleasure of the prince once before. What could possibly happen if he did it again?

The prince's cock was pulsing in a strange, rapid way inside his depths. With a gasp, Elijah felt his face flush, then small jolts of pain shot through his jaw. Exhausted and drained from his debilitating climax, Elijah was helpless and weak - unable to even struggle as he felt the prince's strong arms suddenly hold him down tightly. Fear flared up in Elijah's chest, stronger than the drunken pleasure he had been experiencing. Something was definitely wrong now.

Elijah tried to squirm, but the prince was far too strong. A moment ago, he wouldn't have cared, but now that his climax had overwhelmed him, he found the rational part of his brain in charge again - and suddenly wanted answers and control; both of which Valcan was not about to provide. He lashed out again, his body shaking with fear and a touch of pain. His face was burning now and he could feel a strange pressure, as if his very skull was being molded by white-hot hands into something different. His back ached suddenly, his spine burning, and he could feel the prince's still-throbbing length seem to grow larger inside him - impossibly large, filling every inch of his insides, swelling to new depths. Elijah tried to cry out, but a rush of saliva filled his mouth and he gasped, coughing and unable to catch his breath.

"Just a moment," Valcan said breathlessly, holding very still as he pressed his body tightly against Elijah's. "Just a moment and it will pass. Just wait - "

Elijah laid on the cushions, gasping and whimpering, listening to his heart pounding frantically as white-hot jolts of pain flickered through his body in strange pulsations. His mouth again filled with saliva, and he spat it out on the cushion to avoid chocking. The horrible swelling sensation in his ass continued, the prince's cock pushing against his walls insistently, desperately trying to push his organs away to make room for something that would never fit. He struggled, fearing he would burst; but the pain increased - for a moment to pure agony - then it was gone again, just as sudden as if had come. Dimly, he was aware that he could feel the prince's cock continuing to throb within him, only this time it seemed to reach all the way into his stomach. Though the sensation was strange, it wasn't entirely unpleasurable and he didn't seem to be injured too severely. Whatever Valcan had done to him before must have helped eased its passage.

His limbs felt even weaker than before. Now the numbing weakness that had taken hold in his balls was seated in his legs and ebbing at his arms. No matter how much he struggled, he could't break Valcan's grip and no matter how hard he tried to cry for help, his voice was too soft to carry.

"Mmm you are doing so well," Valcan murmured, his fingers absently stroking Elijah's back tenderly. "I knew you were a good choice. I knew you were the right one."

Elijah closed his eyes, resting as Valcan's cock continued to throb inside his sore body, heedless of the drool slowly pooling from his mouth onto the pillow. "Right one for what?" he mumbled blearily, still barely able to think straight.

Valcan readjusted his stance, then reached down and lifted Elijah by his hips. "For me," he answered cryptically. "Come now. You've had your fun and your pleasure. Now it's time for mine."

Lethargically, Elijah nodded, content to be be held in position. Whatever Valcan was doing to him, he was powerless to stop it. The pleasure in his body had broken him, and he felt content to simply lay on the cushions and let the prince finish. Valcan's thrusts were harder and more purposeful, as if he was having difficulty moving himself in and out of Elijah's gaping hole. The prince's arms were holding Elijah steady as he bucked in short, brutal thrusts into Elijah, barely even moving his hips now. Elijah could feel a strange heat rising up in his body. Everything felt different. Valcan's cock, seemingly even larger than it was before, seemed to be thrusting all the way past his stomach. He couldn't feel his limbs, he could barely breath. All he could do was allow Valcan to thrust his body against the cushions, filling his ass while he drooled uncontrollably on the pillows below him.

As the pleasure began to build once more, Elijah's lethargy ebbed away and he resumed his moans and groans of pleasure. But as Valcan made a few particularly brutal thrusts, Elijah suddenly realized that something was terribly off. Valcan was holding him by his hips and fucking his body onto his cock - as if he were no more than a toy! He knew Valcan was strong, but even so, that seemed ridiculous and improbable -

He squirmed, trying to free himself from Valcan's tight grasp when he suddenly realized that he had no leverage. Valcan - despite his obvious strength - was holding Elijah up and thrusting him onto his cock and was apparently completely unhindered by it. Elijah twisted and squirmed, trying to feel something, trying to figure out what was happening. His mind reeled, trying to find a suitable explanation for the sensation he felt, but as he twisted down he caught a glimpse of where their bodies met and got his answer. His legs weren't just numb - they were gone.

Gasping in shock, Elijah ducked his head down and looked between their bodies, disbelief on his face at what he saw. His legs were gone. Completely gone. It was as if they were never there. His body was now a long cylindrical piece of flesh surrounding Valcan's rigid cock.

"No!" Elijah struggled, but he was too exhausted and the prince was too strong. Elijah tried to cry out, but he only choked again on more saliva that filled his mouth. Cursing inwardly, Elijah turned his head and spat a mass of the salty fluid out onto the cushions. As he struggled again, he also realized that his arms - which Valcan had kept pinned to his sides - were gone as well, only fleshy bulges on the sides of his torso remaining. Elijah realized that while Valcan was fucking him and holding his arms to his sides, he had been distracting Elijah from realizing his arms were sinking into his body, meeting the same fate as his legs.

"Valcan - Valcan stop!" he cried out, his voice sounding thin and shrilly as he squirmed underneath the prince. The fear and shock of losing his legs galvanized him, giving him a final burst of strength he didn't know he had. Deal or no deal, he wanted no part in whatever the prince's ritual was, but despite his protests, the prince continued. "Valcan, please! Stop this, please!"

"Mmmm," the prince sighed, hilting himself firmly into Elijah. "No," he murmured, gently stroking Elijah's shoulders with a tender caress. "It can't be stopped. Just relax and accept it."

"Please, don't'!" He coughed as another surge of fluids filled his mouth. Weakly, he collapsed onto the bed, Valcan still slowly thrusting in and out of him, though now it was more like a firm rocking.

He wanted to hate Valcan. He wanted to fight, to free himself, to stop the changes; but for some reason he didn't. A part of him, perhaps, was still curious to see what was happening and what might become of it. A part of him wanted to experience this pleasure, this new, strange, but ultimately wonderful pleasure, at least once. It was too late to stop now and he was already far too gone. Valcan wasn't going to stop and Elijah knew he wasn't going to be rescued - at least, not within the hour. He had no choice but to surrender - and try to find some enjoyment in the experience.

Valcan's cock was so deep in him now that he could not longer pull it out. It was wedged tightly inside of Elijah, pulsing softly, continuing to spew its liquidly contents. After a few moments, Elijah spat more of the fluid out of his mouth and turned his face up to the prince, defeated. Whatever Valcan was doing, he didn't have the strength to stop it. "Will you at least tell me what you're doing to me?" he asked softly as the strange feeling numbed his neck.

Valcan gave a firm thrust into Elijah so that he was fully hilted and paused. "I am giving you what you wanted," he said simply. He leaned down and tenderly brushed his hand against Elijah's face, causing the captive man to shiver from the strangely pleasurably sensation that it gave him. "It will be strange, but it will also be pleasurable, I assure you."

Elijah swallowed, uncomforted by the cryptic response and suddenly acutely aware of how strange his body was feeling.

Valcan was not deterred by Elijah's discomfort. "Mmm," he sighed. "You're already beginning to change. Good boy. Change for me. Make me cum!"

Elijah gasped as a strange heat seared through him like before, this time prickling at his skin. Under where Valcan was enthusiastically pumping himself into Elijah's hole, there was a single massive set of balls, bulging with more seed than they ought to be able to hold. Elijah could feel them moving, the skin tugging from the weight and from each thrust, but he couldn't help but notice that his testicles came from Valcan's body. His own testicles and penis were no where to be seen; as absent as his other limbs.

"Valcan!" he whispered miserably. "Valcan, my balls! Valcan - "

"Shhh," Valcan grunted. "Don't worry. They were empty anyway." He thrust roughly again. "The only seed you need is mine now."

Elijah closed his eyes unable to look at the blank patch of flesh where his groin once was. "My cock - "

Valcan's hands continue to tweak his nipples. "I know. You won't need it anymore." Valcan squeezed down on him and licked his ear, thrusting hard again while Elijah moaned helplessly.

Valcan was now filling Elijah up completely, so that he struggled to thrust into Elijah's shrinking body. Elijah could feel Valcan's hands - so large they could almost wrap completely around him now - grip him tightly as he fought to work his phallus deep into Elijah's body; and his ears filled with the sounds of Valcan's grunts and groans of pleasure.

It was getting more and more difficult for Valcan to thrust into Elijah, but he made up for it by moving his hands all over Elijah's prone form. Elijah's body was sliding around the cushions with every movement the prince made. Every thrust seemed to push him forward into the silk fabric, every withdraw seemed to pull him back, as if he were connected by an invisible string. Elijah cried out again at another one of Valcan's rough bucks, but his cry quickly changed to a cough as he sputtered on his own saliva. Gasping, he tried to spit it out and catch his breath as more of the fluid seemed to fill his mouth.

Valcan kissed him deeply, drawing forth the fluids that were filling Elijah's mouth into the prince's own. When he broke the kiss, the turned his head to the side and spat them out on the floor, then turned back to Elijah and gently stroked his face. "Good boy," he murmured, running his thumb along Elijah's cheek. "Good boy."

Elijah's mind was almost completely blank from the pleasure and the need. He heard the prince's words, but no longer cared. All he was able to do was lay on the bed as fluids streamed from his mouth onto the cushions as he moaned softly. The fear at his transformation was gone - as was the anxiety, the horror, the apprehension. He couldn't even think about those things now. Now, only pleasure mattered.

Valcan lowered his body on top of Elijah's and gently kissed his cheek. His tongue slipped out and he began to lap at Elijah's face like a kitten to milk, all the while rubbing Elijah's body with his strong hands.

Elijah groaned incomprehensibly. He could feel his body quivering, pulsing with an all-consuming need, he could feel his body stiffen as Valcan touched it, he could taste the salty flavor of the fluids that continued to gush through his slack jawed mouth, and most of all, he could feel the pulsing of the prince's cock rocking through his entire being.

As Valcan continued to thrust, the strange burning heat that had been plaguing Elijah during most of their coupling finally began to take root. And Elijah knew what it was for: it was to change him.

Elijah looked down at himself. The skin around his chest was darkening, shifting from smooth flesh to a strange, scaled pattern. Like a snake, he realized, watching his creamy flesh darken to black. His hair was falling away as his skin continued to darken while he helplessly moaned and sighed in Valcan's skilled grasp. Then the gurgling increased. "Please, nooooooo," moaned Elijah as his head began to round out while copious amounts of musky fluids continued to pour forth from his mouth.

His jaw popped, making him cringe and a strange hiss sound escaped his lips before he could stop it. His mouth ached as his muzzle finished forming and he knew that his teeth and tongue were being changed too. When Valcan made a particularly brutal thrust, Elijah moaned loudly, stretching his new jaws wide and felt a slight pain as his fangs slid forth. He could feel the scales creep up his elongating neck onto his face, blossoming on his cheekbones as his jaw cracked and pushed out into a new shape.

His skin was different now - and it wasn't just the scales. Elijah could feel the possibilities boiling beneath his flesh - he could make his skin baby-smooth and soft as leather, he could make his scales into hard, rigid plates, like dragon armor; and he could make his skin slick and smooth, soft yet stiff at the same time; nerves tingling at even the slightest touch - As his salty saliva filled his mouth once more Elijah suddenly realized that Valcan wasn't just turning him into a snake - he was merging Elijah with his own cock.

Elijah tried to speak again, probably to protest his transformation or to beg for the prince to stop, but his voice was lost in the constant flow of pre that was now emitting from his mouth. He desperately tried to clamp his mouth shut to stop the fluids from flowing, but he was only able to halt them for a moment before the pressure forced his mouth wide open again.

Elijah was shrinking; that much he knew. Everything looked different and bigger than it did before and he was much more aware of the texture of things: the silky smoothness of the cushions beneath him, the hard body of the prince pressing above him, the sensation of the prince's large hands rubbing him all over - And those hands! Now with Elijah's smaller size, his hands were huge and enveloped his entire body in the smooth texture as they ran skillfully up and down the length of his quivering body. Elijah didn't understand why he needed it, but he knew that he needed to have those hands touching him - touching him everywhere -

"More!" grunted Valcan, "More!!"

And Elijah's body yielded. He could feel the penis push all the way up to his throat before it finally stopped. He was trying not to sob or scream as his airway became completely blocked by the continuous stream of pre and the huge girth of the cock, his throat spasming uselessly around the phallus, much to the prince's delight.

Valcan was no longer thrusting, at least, not into Elijah. His hips were moving in a fast, hard thrusting motion, but so was Elijah. The prince was merely thrusting Elijah into his own hands. Moaning, Valcan rolled onto the cushions so that he was reclined on his back - there was no need to remain standing now that Elijah was fully assimilated into him. Valcan pulled the thickening cock up towards himself, marveling at the way the smooth scales felt against his hand as he stroked the snake.

"Open your eyes!" Valcan commanded. "Open them! Look into my eyes when I cum."

Dazed, Elijah opened his eyes. Valcan seemed to far away, so much larger than he was before, but that only made him more beautiful, more powerful. Valcan was the center of his world right now - Elijah existed as a part of the prince, as an instrument of the prince's pleasure, as nothing more than a toy to the prince. Everything now depended entirely upon a single man: Valcan.

Elijah no longer could control his body. He knew he was helpless - his stiff, shrunken body being used as little more than a toy to the prince - but he didn't care. He couldn't think beyond the mind-numbing pleasure that was radiating through him. Valcan was touching him - doing things to him that he couldn't even fathom - the pleasure was too great -

And suddenly, Elijah knew exactly what was about to happen.

Together, the prince and Elijah came. Valcan's body stiffened as he felt his overstuffed balls tighten when the first throes of climax washed through his body. Grunting, he gripped Elijah harder and stroked faster, loosing himself to the pleasure that inundated his mind as he felt his balls push his potent seed into Elijah.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, looking down at his new pet. His penis was gone now - gone, at least, as it was before. Now, issuing from his groin was an entirely new instrument of pleasure: a snakecock. Elijah had transformed, twisted, and changed into a beautiful snake with smooth black scales - scales that now covered Valcan's swollen balls in a perfect sable sheen as a thick spray of cum continued to erupt from the thick snake's mouth. Valcan gasped, reeling in pleasure, as he felt one of the most powerful climaxes of his life wash over him completely.

Elijah was shaking from the pleasure, completely overwhelmed by it as he felt volley after volley of boiling hot cum shoot up through him and out of his open maw. A part of him wanted him to understand what was happening: that he was vomiting out another man's cum from his mouth, that he had literally been transformed into a man's sexual organ and that he was experiencing in the most intimate of ways, another man's climax. A part of him wanted to be disgusted, to be furious, and somehow fight the pleasurable feelings that were wracking his body. But in that moment, it didn't matter. The small part of his mind that was still the Lord Elijah Mellach was too insignificant to affect the other, greater part of his mind that wanted this. That needed this. That craved it. Elijah's mind went blank and he lost himself to the pleasure.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Valcan moaned, throwing his head back onto the cushions as cum sprayed over his chest, drenching his chest and the cushions beneath him with copious amounts of thick, virile seed. "Ohhh gods, yes!"

Gasping, Elijah collapsed onto Valcan, suddenly unable to hold himself up anymore as he coughed forth the last few volleys of cum. His mouth was filled with the musky taste of the prince's seed, though, he found himself not minding the flavor at all. Actually, it tasted rather nice when he stopped to think about it...

Elijah wearily let his weakened body fall limply onto the prince's chest. The prince was still breathing heavily, each breath causing his chest to rise and fall in heaves, with Elijah on top. But he found the movement comforting, just as he found the prince's rapidly beating heartbeat a comfort: he had the same breath, the same blood. It was strange to think about, but the more Elijah attempted to, the more he didn't care. He would think about things later, when he was able to think. His thoughts still weren't clear: instead of being horrified by what happened to him, he was deeply satisfied as he rested in his afterglow. Whatever had happened to him, he would deal with later; now, all he could do was lay on the warm skin of the prince and sleepily close his eyes as the pleasurable sensations that wracked through his body ebbed away into a content lassitude.

"Ohhhh Elijah," Valcan murmured to him, gently running his fingers over the thick black snake that now issued from his groin. "I knew I would enjoy you."

Elijah could only murr weakly, coughing wearily as more thick cum trickled from his mouth onto Valcan's smooth chest as sleep finally claimed him.