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The heat...the drone of silence buzzing in his ear...Carac thought today was just primed to be the bane of his existence. Being a knight was no laughing matter, but it was quite comical to be stationed outside of a door like an immobile statue to be ridiculed by the arrogant youth that do not understand responsibilities at the slightest.

No, Carac wished he was settled down with Adland at this time.

Though he stifled his wants and desires when he heard the door behind him open, bringing Carac to swiftly keep his posture stiff as the resident from within stretched out from their royal garb like a groggy drunkard.

“Ahhhhhh, what a beautiful afternoon...Must have slept in breaking in the new guards…” Yes, the king-Jeremiah was their name-scratch their fuzzy belly from where it stuck out from beneath their regal tunic. While a king would usually wear their crown straight and keep their stride as commanding as possible, Jeremiah was everything but, even going as far as reaching behind himself to finish getting rid of his itches and sniffing his hand before looking over at Carac.

“Wha’smatter, big guy? Not feeling up for talking today?” Carac tried his best to keep his inner shuddering away from being obvious to the scruffy king as they came closer and laid hands on the knight’s armor. Right away, the poor guard could smell the permeating stench of relations on the king, and had to suppress a gag from how strong it was. Those guards ...they must have been kept up with the king’s antics until he passed out.

Though when King Jeremiah began to knock on his chestplate, Carac spoke to avoid suspicion: “No, Your Highness. I simply serve.”

The monarch scoffed, blatantly bringing their hand down to Carac’s thigh and squeezing the platemail there. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud. We both know why you’re down here.”

As Carac feared, Jeremiah’s touch went further and made him tense up on contact, leaving the king to smirk. “S-sire….”

“Don’t ‘sire’ me. Been waiting for you to get ripe. So big, so energetic, so pleasant on the ears ...Bet you’re just amazing to lay in bed ...” Jeremiah continued their perverted touch, which unfortunately got Carac’s mound going downstairs and even more susceptible to those dirty hands.

It was an unfortunate curse to don armor that could not be bested by the likes of dragon fire but be marked with fertile organs…

“Sire please...Someone coul-” Before Jeremiah themselves could try and dismiss the chances of a walk-in coming and seeing the two of them being rather naughty in a castle corridor loaded with self-portraits of the king, a call from the other end resonated through the marvelous stone.

“My King! I come with news from Castle Ryngard!” The castle’s envoy had returned, charging forth like an escapee from a dungeon. Carac cared not for their name but he thanked the gods above that their arrival prompted Jeremiah to cease their molestation and grumble about ‘being cheated out of an early quickie’.

“Yes yes, let’s hear it in my room…” The king spared a glance at Carac’s visor, to which the knight’s eyes showed fear hidden behind the metal, before heading back into their room. The envoy followed, also glancing towards the armored guard with confusion before stepping inside and closing the door shut. Good, maybe the king will end up getting bored and waste his energy on them instead of Ca-

“Guard shift.” The young knight nearly had a heart attack as a voice from before him came from out of the blue. Only to calm down to see…

“Lograve? But, the shift is not for-”

They waved off Carac’s explanation. “I’ll give it an early go. Maybe the king will spare me his troubles, or maybe he won’t. I don’t care either way-not like I came here with family to leave behind.”

The young lad stood there for a bit, being well aware of Lograve’s story and why they were so...accepting of the king’s advances and such, and nodded in respect. “Thank you…”

“Don’t mention. Now scram. You and I both know how the king gets when he’s bored.”

“Yeah, I know…” Carac quietly made his way down the carpeted corridor to the turn, just barely catching the shouts of the envoy from within the king’s quarters. Yep, not even five minutes of chatter...Jeremiah must have been too eager to get at Carac. Oh, he hoped that they could have a solution before it was too late and he was indoctrinated into knight service for the rest of his life.

Lograve’s timing was good, because walking with a prematurely aroused mound left Carac to lean against a wall and brace himself as a climax gush through his trousers and left his legs quaking. He hated being this “ripe” as the king says, for anything could set him off. Unfortunately, only the king could do something about it….

Until today.

“My love, Carac!” The young knight halted in his tracks, feeling his heart soar to the heavens of Valhalla as the modulated voice of his lover Adland rang through his armor and made him melt. Almost literally, for the excitement of seeing his nearly identically armored associate had him dripping further. “I see Lograve did not back out of our compromise.”

“‘Compromise’...?” That word broke through Carac’s sudden flow of happiness and filled it with confusion like meat juice into a clear glass of water. “You sent him?”

“Yes. I needed someone who sought naught but court with the king so that Jeremiah may not suspect your absence.”

“Absence…? You mean…?” The visor blocked his eyes, but Carac’s blue peepers were as wide as dining saucers behind it.

“Yes.”

“B-but, I thought she would say no. How did you convince her?”

“The soothsayer is more kind than we give her credit for, my love. Not only did she allow us this chance, but she gave me a temporary means to ensure that the king may not properly seek revenge for our treason.” Carac couldn’t believe his ears. He can actually be rid of his purity with the one he loved instead of the one he served, and his eyes were going to run dry with the staring he gave the vial of a strange blue fluid that Adland retrieved from his tunic.

“Is that it?”

“Yes. She made enough for two hours. That should be more than enough to have our own young before the king can try his own luck on you.”

“This is glorious!” Carac’s joy was through the roof, a bounce to his step as he circled around Adland in a funny dance stiffened by his armor. “We can finally be as one in our way!”

“But” That immediately shot Carac back down and worry began to fill him as Adland continued, “that means you’ll have to go into hiding until our children are born.”

“Why, my dear?” Was it not going to work out in full?”

“From what I learned of knights who are sworn in for life, pregnancy makes you a beacon for the king specifically. He has the magical sense of being able to smell a brood and seek to further one’s term with more.”

“So if he caught wind of me…”

“He’ll seek you out and take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state….”

This was bad. To think that even in this successful moment where Carac could be together with the man he loved since he became of age could be ruined by that vile deviant having relations with just a mere envoy out of boredom…

“We have to do it now.” Adland was spooked from his own thinking by Carac’s sudden outburst. “Before Lograve arrived, Jeremiah was trying to excite me. He has a...particular taste for my purity.”

“I understand…” Adland mumbled something, but for the sake of Carac he will not try to make it out from the hushed expletives it obviously was. “The gardens. The keepers only mind if we take any steps off the path. We can hide out in their small home and do the deed while they’re busy tending to the interior of the castle.”

“But the king’s quarters has a window that overlooks it, we’ll have to be quick and even then he would hear our armor.” And Carac knows taking them off was no laughing matter, nor the cleanest when you’re in season.

“The soothsayer is more kind than we give her credit for, my love. We’re already on our way to losing knighthood with the king, we might as well look the part of losing such, don’t you think?” Carac didn’t understand the wording of that until Adland pulled out a pinpoint blade as small as a dagger and reached down to the leg plates of their wear to let the tip glide over the metal. From the point of contact, the plating began to split like cloth and Carac was quick to catch the pieces before they fell to the floor.

However, this also let his ripe scent into the air in a thick cloud. Why must his purity amplify his need to be bred?

“Hurry, d-dearest! I know Jeremiah has a hefty stamina but he will tire of a simple envoy to lay before he thinks about me and finds out I’m not there.”

“I have to be delicate, my love! The soothsayer said that if I go too fast, the blade’s magic may cut through and slice your leg open.” The imagery shot into Carac’s head and he suppressed a shriek of terror at the idea of being tortured that way by anyone. From there, he resigned to making sure not one piece of his leggings met the floor with a loud *clang* and felt relief fill him as he was left standing there in nothing but his soaked trousers and bare feet.

When Adland handed him the knife, Carac steadied his breathing and hastily made his way down to reciprocate the actions done. It was tough, because knowing that when they were finished they were to rush to the gardens to have relations left him with jitters, but once Adland’s touch found him, he was shedding that silver armor like he was cutting through bread dough.

Soon, they were both armored from the waist-up, but it was enough to get them moving through the castle corridors in near silence thanks to their careful steps. Reaching the castle grounds was easy with four ways to get there-the east hall being where the pair were headed-and seeing not one person outside that was not a knight was a relief.

But here comes the challenge: reaching the groundskeeper shed on the other side of the path they were at without drawing the king’s attention nor getting caught by them or a groundskeeper.

Carac gulped, but one touch from Adland on his hand, and he settled his stomach from spewing bile up his throat. They moved one step at a time, and the trial began.

One could ask “if the soothsayer and a fellow knight was so willing to help these two lovers get laid together instead of one being mated to the king, why would there be an issue from other castle residents”, but that was defeated by what Adland mentioned about those who were locked into the king’s services for life.

Once you were bred, you served until you were dead. Without question, without free will, and without any form of objection.

The trip through the garden took a turn for the suspenseful when Carac swore he heard the window he was worried about open and that they were done for, but after being whisked behind a tree by Adland’s insistence and waiting things out, it was led to believe that the king was simply airing out their room and nothing was to happen from there on. The shed was near, so they gunned for it-much to Carac’s heart’s dismay-before any more delay would befall them.

Just when Carac thought they were done, Adland cut into the locked door of the shed with the blade from earlier and opened the way inside before they were seen. And then…

They were alone.

“Shed your helm, my love. I want to see your face as we make love.” Hearing those words made it feel like a dream to Carac, because no longer did Adland speak like he was being spied on by an assailant sent to kill them. No, they spoke as if they just lost any reason to be tense and relaxed as soon as the two had privacy.

“Yes, my dear…” Carac’s helmet needed only his visor lifted before it was off of his head, brown hair matted with sweat and tension spilling out like curtains after being rolled up to get out of one’s way.

“Seeing you this early makes me feel like the luckiest man alive, my love. Allow me.” Carac had been reaching to remove Adland’s, but they shrugged him off to do it themselves. No harm, though revealing their longtime lover would have been a great sign of ‘this is it, they were doing it’.

Seeing that blonde set of locks and those deep blue eyes had Carac humming in delight to himself. This moment-in spite of already sharing their bodies in the fury of love-felt like it was going to be the one that made their lives perfect. They stared at each other, not even moving to get closer since they were already within arm’s reach.

Then Adland took the vial of fluids from earlier, and drank it all in a gulp like a shot of wine.

Carac watched in amazement, wondering how this was supposed to work and hoping dearly that the soothsayer was to be trusted and didn’t just give Adland poison, only to be startled by a sudden poke against his thigh. Looking down, he saw...a penis.

The only cock he ever wanted to see.

It was quite sizable for a freshly grown one, and it hung like it weighed with Adland’s own desires for Carac. The musk wasn’t pungent or a stench like Jeremiah, so it was a breath of clean air to Carac as he leaned down to hold it.

Felt like it’s been there this whole time.

“That was a dose for two hours, my love. So let’s make the most of it while we’re still in the clear.” Yes, this was the first penis that Carac’s ever had and he couldn’t even use his mouth on it, but it was better to think of the long run in this situation as he undressed. If this worked, maybe they could seek a permanent means.

There were barely any places to crouch over, so Carac brought himself onto the floor, a hand over his snatch as Adland began to loom over him. It felt so hot all over, not even at the palm of his hand as it did in his armor, and when Adland finally got themselves posed and ready, it made sense.

The heat of the moment was stifling.

Anticipation had Carac shuddering, vaginal canal winking up a storm but nervousness coursing through him. Though, his lover seemed to have an answer for this occurrence, and quickly nibbled into his neck. And all of those worries blurred into eagerness as that blocking hand parted those folds with his fingers instead.

Damn Adland and them knowing those hot spots of his.

Within moments, the differing warmth of Adland’s cock graced the outer lips of Carac’s pussy, and a shot of juices moisturized that thick meat before it came forth to dig into the hole. The inexperience was true, and that shaft’s head was vice gripped immediately, being followed with Carac rushing to cover his mouth as he shrieked in budding discomfort. It stung, and he didn’t know if he could do it now that they were at it, but Adland came into his vision and smiled with that charm that reeled him in for all these years.

No, they can do this.

Carac eased his breathing up so that his nerves wouldn’t clam up and make things even more arduous for Adland, and within moments the magicked penis was making further headway inside of that flower.

The wall within felt sturdier than the stone that made the castle the pair were forsaking.

Carac looked Adland deep in the eyes, half looking for any signs of deceit that would get them caught and thus forever trapped with King Jeremiah, and the other half praying that they would do it and start their lives as lovers bound officially. And those eyes watered with sympathy as the cock head punched through the flesh and left that passage tainted with the deflowered liquids of losing one’s virginity.

And now Adland could sheathe their “sword” inside of Carac’s “hilt”.

The two of them were panting, and with good reason considering the humidity of the cabin home outfitted to double as a tool shed was smoldering with the afternoon sun and the tops of their armor still on, but their breath didn’t break away the eye contact between them. Blue stared into hazel, and as Adland began to move again Carac started to grimace from the slowly trudging adaptation to having an actual dick inside of him.

They started slow, giving time for Carac’s pussy to flush out those unsavory fluids with proper vaginal slick, and bled into a progressively quickening pace that had him grunting with every thrust. Adland was gentle, but their brisk moves had the lad spreading his legs as far as they would go before merely wrapping them firmly around those hips. The floor was a bit of a letdown to deal with, but once Carac’s overactive cunny had juices pooling around his lower end, the floor’s discomfort was moot.

“By the g-gods...must you b-be tight…?” It makes sense for a virgin-no-more to still be a snug fit, but after a few minutes of Adland struggling to even go any faster than the hip-bouncing momentum, it was clear that Carac was a difficult fit to constantly push through.

“So-sorry...I wanted to save myself for you...entirely…” No toys, no fingers-not that they could go deep on their own anyway-and no magic has ever tampered with how tight Carac was, so Adland had every minute of their time limit to loosen him up.

And boy did they, once they got a hold of his neck like the two of them were mere wolves and went on without mercy. If it weren’t for how far the cabin was from the castle, the king themselves would have been hearing the sheer number of *pap* sounds emanating from the lovers’ sex clear as day. Carac could barely hold back from moaning, even being loud with his hand muffling the brunt of his decibels.

“Mmmm-mmph!” Things were getting serious, yet neither of them had climaxed yet. Just some stray shots of precum from Adland and plenty of pussy fluids from Carac. The latter’s limbs were trembling in excitement and arousal, his fingers started to ball up alongside his toes in mind-numbing pleasure from being fucked for the first-and hopefully not the last-time in his life, and thus making his ‘gag’ slip a little.

“Enough of this…” For a second, that minute fear of Adland setting this up for the king while Carac was unaware the whole time ran across the knight’s mind, a sliver of panic ebbing into his eyes as he focused his hearing for anything going on outside.

But that attention was ripped back to what was before him as Adland shoved his hand out of the way and kissed him.

This wasn’t like the fleeting pecks that they passed to each other between guard shifts and being paraded around with the king during kingdom events; this wasn’t like those short makeout sessions that were either walked in on by stray castle maids or hard-pressed for time without arousing suspicion, and this wasn’t like that one night where they both shared their first orgasms together with the most heated scissoring of any coupling.

No, this was a kiss that beat them all. And made for the best one of his life. Hopefully for Adland too.

Carac felt like he was in the clouds when Adland pulled away, but that was only to look at his lover’s grimacing face of effort as the sex went on without a hitch. Carac’s toes began to hurt, so he unclenched them, only to feel the rest of his body relax with them.

He had climaxed from the kiss and didn’t even notice.

“Glad y-you let me get busy, my love...Was starting to th-think...you wanted me to go early….” Adland spoke, voice strained with the determination to fulfill their desires to become one. Carac merely nodded in agreement, mentally shaming his body for causing that hiccup before the cabin was refilled with that pussy-pounding tune that he was coming to love. To know that he was being bred so ferociously by his long-time lover and not that disgusting king in the castle…

The angels were practically singing for Carac and Adland in the heavens.

“M-my love!” That shout woke Carac out of his afterglow entirely, just in time to witness what Adland looked like in the throes of climax with a cock instead of a pussy as they crammed in whatever could fit and sprayed all over the place inside that passage. For a moment, Carac thought that this would merely mark him as freshly “fucked” instead of freshly bred, but that worry was amended with Adland angling his cock head to that small entry to his womb and giving his estrus-addled core the sperm it needed to be satisfied. And plenty too, for it took a whole minute for Adland to come into their own glow and cease fire.

“Mmmm….” Carac was speechless, feeling excess semen from his lover ooze past that cock and dribble down his taint to the floor. That was...an experience, to say the least.

“My love...please tell me...you can go on…” Adland’s oceanic eyes came into view once more and Carac tilted his head in exhausted confusion.

“Go...on?”

“Yes...we don’t have a lot of time...Wasted too much with that one….I’ll need to work on you harder...You ready?”

No break? Just straight into getting on towards a full, successful breeding that left Carac so gravid that there’s no way he would take more?

...He couldn’t nod any faster without hurting himself before Adland was back in his neck and pumping him anew.

King be damned, Carac was going to get laid before he was on the run. And that’s that.