Cleaved Open
Erotic short. A handsome king fists an adventurer.
2.3k, rated E. Fisting! Cis M/M. Fisting and some D/s and teasing and overstimulation and all that fun stuff.
Levyl hung back as the Champion talked to his majesty, who was sitting back in a tall throne on the raised dais in the centre of the great throne room, which was lit with huge bronze braziers. It had been cold outside, and he was somewhat soothed by the heat of the flames, feeling their radiating warmth reach out to lick at his skin.
The king was on the younger side, less than forty, with a square jaw. He was a little short, with finely curled hair and a thin moustache, and as he finished waving his hand to his attendant, who had handed the Champion a bulging pouch of gold and a small seal for the deed completed, he got to his feet.
“Ah ah, before your party is dismissed,” said his majesty, his dark gaze looking over the Champion, Deezia, Bale, Lemox, and then to Levyl, where it lingers. “You. You’re a new addition to the Champion’s party, are you not?”
“Yes, sire,” said Levyl.
“Pick locks, do you?”
“No, sire,” said Levyl. “I’m from the Dawn Academy, I translate for the party.”
