Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 02:59:21 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Kingdom of Francia chapter 11

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       It was a morning in the first week after Louis's departure and Cian
officially became Louis's Left Hand. He was walking down the palace from
his room in the courtesans' quarter when he saw Arthur Gwent, a knight
errant, jump out of a window while trying to wear his tunic, his head was
still inside the cloth while his glistening sweaty abs were peeking out. He
was one of the acclaimed knights in Francia, like Lancelot, and was
notorious for charming the panties off the ladies right before jousting as
their favor. Although Cian still couldn't see his face, he knew his
identity from the signet on his ring. Not the Gwent house sigil, but the
"Knight of our Lady" sigil, his title. When his head popped out of the
tunic, Arthur, as handsome as they said, was surprised to see Cian
there. It was no wonder why, despite being looked down upon, the ladies
were willing to give him their panties in public. He was in his thirties
with medium-length somewhat wavy hair and a soft beard along his jaw. He
was drop-dead gorgeous with his perfect mixture of a manly and pretty face,
wide soft but luscious mouth, and his small and little bit droopy eyes, but
ever so lively. He was a hunk with all manner of descriptions. Although he
was toned, his body didn't have too clear a definition that gave his body a
soft and smooth appearance. Even the soft hair visible on the middle of his
chest didn't make his skin any less smoother. His body was shaped and curvy
at every single muscle, the biceps, the pecs, the abs, even the voluptuous
ass, you name it. But most of the time, his killer dimple smile had already
done the job without even needing to show his body. He was in his early
thirties, but he looked younger. As an errant knight, Arthur was away when
the Leinster came and he had only recently arrived at the court.

       Both of them comically looked inside the window Arthur jumped out
from, seeing a pair of legs spread apart with a cum filled pussy.

       The woman was Lady Jayne Dupont who was in her early thirties and
was considered as a hot MILF, sister to Sandor Dupont, a knight in Louis
service, wife to Joshua Sterling, second born of a vassal house to the
Crown. Joshua did not only have a tall and toned build, but he was also
brilliant.

He was a handsome man with full cheeks and small lips and eyes on his oval
face which paired well with his sharp nose. He had brunette short hair that
he kept shaved on the side. He was only in his mid-twenties, but despite
his age, he was savvy enough to lead all of the business ventures of his
house despite the Sterling being a huge house with many capable members in
both York and Francia.

He was also a sex addict and frequented brothels. A total pussy-hound and a
generous man, he found many favors with the Leinsters as he showed the way
around the Parisian brothels, from the famous ones such as the one owned by
famous Hugo to the less desirable but cheap slum brothels.

He was royal with his money and house Sterling had a lot of it. With how
close he was with the Leinster, it was a wonder how his ass was still
untouched. The Leinster did teach him how to put his cock in a male
knight's ass, and he seemed to find a specific taste in his male butt
palate.

       "I... was helping her... with... pest problem..." Arthur said,
unconvinced himself.

       "Aye, she must be very grateful to let you sow the third brat in her
right after the second one."

       Lady Jayne wasn't a slut like her husband was, but she wasn't chaste
either. In her early life, she was married to another Sterling man and had
with him three babies. However, she was also close with the late Sterling
house head, Joshua's father, so there were rumors about both of them. As
Lady Jayne loved to give and receive compliments, it wasn't hard for many
to believe this rumor. When Lady Jayne's husband passed away, the late Lord
Sterling married her to his second-born, Joshua, and with him, she had 2
babies: a girl and a boy. The boy was only born a few weeks ago, her fifth
child and the second child to Joshua. Thanks to the medication provided by
the new Court Physician, the recuperation that usually took a woman around
two years now shortened to only a month, and in a few cases like Lady
Jayne's, a week. Although she was pregnant when the Leinster came, that
didn't stop Joshua from sharing her with his new friends.

       Perhaps after her husband shared her with the Leinster, Jayne
finally broke the last wall that blocked her to be a total slut. It didn't
surprise Cian one bit to know that Arthur was the one who destroyed that
wall.

       "I wasn't the father of the boy!" Arthur spouted suddenly in a panic
which made Cian raise his eyebrow. It was interesting to know that
apparently Arthur and Jayne had been sleeping even before the Leinster
came.

       "I never said you were."

       "Ehem, I think it's better if I leave." He said turning around to
walk away, before he suddenly turned back and walked closer to Cian. Arthur
leaned his handsome face closer to Cian in a conspiratory manner. "I
haven't been here for months, but I heard talks, you know, I heard it was
okay now... if... um... a lady got knocked up by someone who is not her
husband and the crown will take care of the baby. Is that true?"

       "Yes... it is one of the privileges reserved only for Louis's
courtesans, for now. And only if the husband and the wife are willing, for
the married one of course. For unmarried ladies, you just have to get their
consent. I can tell you about some bullshit why he makes this a thing, but
I know a lad when I see one, so I'll tell you a secret. He loves sex and
wants everyone to have sex as well. So why wouldn't he help those who were
born out of mutual love? He is the emperor after all. If you got Lady Jayne
pregnant, as long as she is a willing participant, His Highness will accept
the baby in this court." Cian said, wrapping his arm around Arthur's
shoulder as he muttered his sentences. He had picked up a few things from
his time in the court, Louis was clear about what was expected of Cian and
he intended to deliver those expectations. If he had to go out of his shell
to butter up some asses to help his husband, he would. And when he saw that
the front pouch of Arthur's pants swelled up, he knew he had gained
Arthur's trust.

       "Oh, she is willing alright! She was the one who asked me to fuck
her on her marital bed!  And fucking cheers to that! Who would've thought
the fucking sod split from his father's cock will be a fucking lad!
Goddamit! I am fucking late to the party. I came and every fucking lady is
pregnant!  Heh, but I guess I am early to the party considering Jayne's
first son is mine. I can't fucking wait to see that smug ass Sterling's
face when he knows his heir is my brat! Wait, is my son still his heir or
will it be my bastard?"

       "Well, I won't lie to you bud, she got pregnant before Louis made
the law and Joshua can always say he didn't consent for that baby. He can
definitely make a case to disinherit him in front of Louis. And he probably
could still demand further from you. But it's still up to Louis's
decision."

       "Fuck!" Arthur punched the wall and it was a wonder Jayne managed to
remain sleeping with the noise Arthur made.

       "Hey! Calm down, lad! Don't worry too much about it. In the end,
Louis will be the one laying down the decision! If you're loyal to Louis, I
can tell him a few good things about you if Joshua makes a case to him."

       "Are you serious? Brother!" He fist-bumped Cian, "You can tell the
emperor, I serve him with my vow as a knight and I will be faithful to him
more than I've been with my ladies! If he wants me to give him another vow,
I will gladly do so!"

       Then he looked around again, making sure nobody heard them, "And I
heard some talk as well. Is it true? About him favoring men? I am not
assuming or anything right, but you know, if he does, you could add some
bit about my cock and his action. No one ever complains, ask fucking Jayne
right there. Hey, I am not assuming things about His Highness, I am his
most loyal servant. But if he needs another kind of service, you know, a
little bit of scratching down his bussy, I am a magic stick right here." He
said grabbing his crotch.

       "Ain't new to the shithole game, ain't cha?"

       Wrapping his arm around Cian's shoulder, Arthur said, "Of course! I
might be a cunt-fucker, but my cock craves tight bussies from time to
time. Let me you, those male prostitutes got tight asses, but the real cock
squeezers are the squires. Their dads want me to make a man out of their
sons, and I do it in the most effective way possible, with a cock and cum
deep in their gut. I am not stingy, I'll share with you if I have one at
hand. Right now, I am free for the ladies. And his Highness, of
course. What's your name again?"

       "Cian."

       "Cian, right, his Highness best man! I like you a lot! But I am
going to spread my seeds around, you know, catching up with the
game. Remember, tell him how good my cunt scratcher is!  Catch you later,
pal!" Arthur said running with a clear tent in his pants.

       Not even a second after Arthur had gone, Cian heard the door to
Jayne's room open and closed, when he looked, a blonde boy, no older than
13, entered the room. He was a servant from his clothes, his shirt at least
since he didn't wear any trousers. He was tugging his steel-hard red angry
4"

cock which was ready for some action when he saw Cian across the window. He
looked aghast and blood ran out of his face, but Cian just smiled and
nodded for him to continue. The boy smiled before grabbing a fabric and
covering bliss-out Jayne's eyes with it. He walked to Jayne's pussy, and
dug Arthur's cum out of it before he jack-hammered into her roughly and,
after a few minutes, refilled it with his own cum. He gave Cian's a thumb,
but he wasn't done. He continued ravaging Jayne's body, who after sometimes
awoke but thought it was Arthur since she couldn't see with her covered
eyes and was too distracted by the cock hammering her cunt roughly to
notice the difference in cock size.

The boy used every single part of Jayne's body for his pleasure, and Cian
was enjoying the sight of the boy's tight ass contracting when he fucked.

       It wasn't as good as Louis's ass, but he hadn't fuck any ass.  Not
that he intent on being unfaithful, not even when Louis wasn't around, but
he got a dick and his dick had its own mind.

       It was approximately two hours, Cian had walked out of his room
before the sun even rose, and the sun was rising then. The boy finally
dislodged his cock from Jayne and slapped her lightly to see if she was
awake. Once he was sure she was not, he took off the fabric and plugged
Jayne's cunt with it. He then turned to Cian, standing awkwardly with his
pent-up dick hanging. Cian opened the window and threw the boy a gold
coin. The boy was about to say thank you when Cian stopped him and motioned
for him to leave, which the boy gladly and hastily did.

       Cian continued on his way thinking, perhaps the brat wasn't Arthur's
after all.

       At another place before the sun was rising, another handsome hunk,
albeit younger and a giant, was pacing back and forth in front of a
door. His golden bang swayed back and forth as he paced while biting his
nails. A couple of times, the giant Hercules, Percival, had mustered his
courage to knock but chickened out right after. It was, perhaps, after his
twentieth attempts the door suddenly opened and came out a lord and a
pregnant lady out of the room, fully naked.

       "Jean-Luc? Lady Janette?" Percival said when he saw who the two were
knowing fully well he wasn't standing in front of the wrong room.

       Jean-Luc Montberry is the husband of Lady Jannette
Bonnaire. Montberry was a banner house sworn to house Carolingians,
consisting of 4 members. Lord Jean-Luc was the house head, Gaspart
Montberry the eldest in his teen who was married to Milleana Bonnaire,
Josephina Montberry who was pre-teen, and Lambert Montberry, the youngest
son who was still a child and a menace. Jean-Luc was in his mid-thirties,
the same as his wife, with a slightly toned slender body and a black
mustache and hair. He was a stern and awfully proud man who forced his son
into a strict regime of being a knight.

       Gaspart was a splitting image of him in his teenage years. He wasn't
as handsome as Lancelot or Percival as he was cute, but he was soon to be
known as a beast on the bed when Jean- Luc brought him to a brothel for his
rite of passage. Gaspart didn't like it at first, and he continued to say
he despised it, but once his dick was inside the whore, he was like a fish
met water. He even had a bastard from the whore that his father
accommodated. He knew how to rock his armor and lance beautifully, though
he wasn't amazing at it. He was married to Milleana Bonnaire, an arranged
marriage since Jean-Luc was best friends with Chris Bonnaire, the house
head of House Bonnaire.

Milleana had given birth to Gaspart's first son and was carrying "his"
second child.

       It was a surprise to see Jean-Luc here as he wasn't the biggest fan
of Damien. Jean-Luc who saw himself as a knight always thought of himself
as the more honorable one and should be respected more than the like of
Damien, a mere noble courtesan which he considered as a bunch of pansy
faggots. In fact, he was one of the instigators of insults between the
knights and the courtesans. He bullied Damien quite often, from blocking
his way to wedging him in public. He did notice the wedge was somewhat
close when the Leinster came, as the Leinster loved to party and the
courtesans were best at partying and flattery, but Percival didn't realize
the knights and the courtesans were spending the night together close.

       "P-Percival!" Jean-Luc finally muttered, trying to cover his 5"
steel rock-hard cock, but all it did was make Percival aware of his shaved
pubes replaced by a "Leroux" tattoo, something that some Leinsters did to
mark their "bitches". He also noticed the same tattoo also existed on
Janette.

       "Oh, hey there!"

       It was Percival's heart time to skip a beat when he saw Mason
appear; his face was heated and embarrassed even though he wasn't the one
naked.

       Mason wrapped his arm around Janette, cupping her breast, and kissed
her before turning to Jean-Luc, slapping his ass.

       "I don't know you're coming. I hope you don't mind. It's Lord
Jean-Luc's time to get his ass filled with cum, last week was his son."
Mason turned Jean-Luc around so the thick all muscle spanked-red ass was
facing Percival. Then, to Jean-Luc's surprise, Mason tapped him hard on the
balls making him groan and his ass spurt the cum out.

       Mason laughed, "Okay, okay, you may leave now." He finally said,
giving Jean-Luc's hard cock one last slap making it swung up and down,
before allowing them to go. "Oh, don't forget to check your wife and your
daughter-in-law's babies. We don't want something to happen to our
children."

He shouted even though Jean-Luc and Janette weren't that far away yet.

       "Ours, my dad and I. We don't know who got both ladies
pregnant. Tell you man, those Leinster's druid shit is fucking
effective. Just tell me if you need your wife pregnant."

       Percival felt like Mason was offering the druid's fertility
treatment less and more offering himself to be the father, which Percival
didn't mind.

       When they entered the room, Percival saw Damien lying naked with not
a single fabric on his body with his cock wet and spent on the bed.

       "Oh! I am... sorry! If you're busy, I could come by later. I... I
don't know why I am even here."

The more than two meters hunk blushed and awkwardly looked at the door and
Mason back and forth.

       "Shh... don't worry, baby. We all know why you're here, you don't
have to say a word.

Honestly, if you told me beforehand, we could've got a small orgy here with
the Montberry, but it's fine. Just give us a few minutes. Here, let me help
you get comfortable."

       The moment Mason called him baby, Percival was already melted, and
he knew Mason could do anything with him. He didn't even have the energy to
pretend to refuse when Mason pulled his tunic and trouser off his body or
when Mason threw him on the bed on his stomach, only his upper body while
his legs remained on the floor of the bed, so he was facing Damien's spent
cock right on his face. He could feel the fresh pungent smell of sex
emanating from it which awakened Damien.

       "Hello there."

       "I am sorry, my lord—"

       "Don't be. Just put that mouth to good use, we all know you
Hartmanns only good for sucking." Damien said stuffing his wet soft cock
into Percival's mouth. "Don't worry about your dad.

I'll have him be my toilet like I did with that Jean-Fuc as well."

       While he was busy suckling and cleaning Damien's cock, Percival felt
his asscheeks were spread apart and his hole was exposed to the air.

       "Fuck, I fucking love muscle cunts! You don't even need to train
your cunt to be able to grip, you guys just naturally have a fucking cunt
for asses. Perks of being knights, I guess."

       Percival felt Mason motorboating his ass before he felt Mason's wet
tongue slathering up and down his crack.

       "Fuck! Your cunt even tried to suck my tongue in. Damn, baby! I
don't know if you're that hungry. It's not even a week yet since I tapped
this ass."

       Percival felt his asshole flutter at the mention of his "first time"
with Mason. He couldn't believe he did that with Mason in the latrine with
people watching him. He couldn't see who they were and was terrified if
somebody reported what he did to his dad. He was grateful that nobody did
and no one, not even his fellow knights, mentioned anything to him, which
made his asshole spasm even more as they trained thinking one of the people
he trained knew he was the whore that Mason fucked in the latrine. Perhaps
nobody recognized him like Mason said.

       Not that his asshole wasn't spasming when Mason sloppily ate his ass
and tried to breach his tight muscle ass with his tongue. He moaned into
Damien's cock when he felt the tongue flicking at his asshole as if it
tried to cajole it to loosen up, which he magically did. He felt his
asshole turned to butter as the tongue probed in and dancing inside his
fleshy meat, pressing the nerves around.

       But clearly, it wasn't enticing enough for Mason, so he grabbed
Percival's 10" hard cock and jerked it roughly before he moved his palm to
shine the cockhead rapidly.

       Percival shrieked into Damien's cock and tried to pull himself off
Damien's cock, but Damien pushed his head back while laughing. Mason, on
the other hand, loved when the muscle cunt suddenly tighten up and tried to
push his tongue away which in turn created a spasm on his tongue.

He expertly moved Percival's ass closer by the 10" cock without stopping
shining the glan.

       "Yeah! We love them lively, son." Damien said, when his cock was
finally hardened, and began rutting on Percival's head who could only
grunt.

       It was after a few minutes of rough deepthroating and rimming the
father-son duo stopped their assault on Percival. When Damien pulled off
his cock, Percival unconsciously let out a disappointed sigh.

       "Hahaha, don't worry baby, we're not done with you yet." Mason said
slapping his 6" cock at Percival's asscrack.

       Percival perked his butt even more, even pulling his cheeks apart,
and his asshole fluttered when the tip of the cockhead kissed his asshole.

       Mason didn't waste time with more teasing and emptied right in. He
was slow as Percival's ass was gripping in hard, but still relaxing.

       Percival always loved the feeling of cock, his brother's, breaching
into his ass, slowly and steadily loosening up the tense muscles there. For
him, it felt like a massage that both relaxed and reassured him. It might
be because his brother hadn't fucked him in a while, as they usually
couldn't when they were sleeping over in Paris, or because Mason did him
really well last time, but the feeling of cock invading his ass was even
more pleasurable. It also helped that Mason's cock was the perfect size for
his joy button so it didn't graze it, but pushed it right on point.

       "You gripping me so hard, baby," Mason whispered to Percival's back
as the man was so huge he couldn't reach the head.

       Mason climbed the bed and on top of Percival's huge body whose legs
were still propping on the floor and the ass was at the edge of the bed. At
first, he was rutting slowly, but it gradually speeding up to quick
jackhammering which made Percival moan and lost all of his inhibition as he
said, "Fuck me! Please! Yes! It feels so fucking good!"

       "Fucking hell, he's gripping me so hard, Dad! You got to try it!"

       "Already on my way."

       It was then Percival felt something try to push into his already
filled-to-the-brim ass.

       "Wait, please, it won't fit!" Percival flailed, but with Mason's
cock repeatedly harassing his bitch button, sending pleasure throughout his
body, he couldn't lift a single muscle. It was as if the cock send a wave
of electricity that subdued his entire huge body. He could only lie there
begging with his legs apart while a 6" cock rutting on his ass while
another 10" cock was pushing in.

       "You can handle it, son. Put that huge muscle to use!" Damien
laughed as he pushed into Percival, stretching the tight muscle cunt to a
new level that it had never been.

       Percival wailed and lost his voice when the cock penetrated his ass
to the hilt.

       "You scream even higher than Jean-Fuc."

       "At least he doesn't piss himself like the lord, dad."

       Percival couldn't hear what Mason and Damien were talking about,
especially not after the father and son began jackhammering inside his
asshole with ease like they had done this multiple times, which they
did. There was no time to take a breath as both of them expertly alternated
with the push and pull, giving max and uninterrupted mind-boggling pleasure
to Percival. He didn't even realize when the pain turned to pleasure or
when his ass was raising itself trying to help the father- son hammering
their cock home with ease.

       He didn't even know how they got to their last position, Mason and
Damien lay on the floor in a line with their cock side by side and legs
across each other while Percival impaled himself on both cock, but he was
conscious enough to feel the last bit of shame when Cian suddenly burst
into the room.

       "Please don't look! Oh fuck!" Percival shouted but he didn't stop
impaling itself, in fact, Cian's coming to the room pushed him through the
edge as he impaled himself harder, gripping both cocks tighter. His cock
erupted like a volcano, shooting the cum straight on Percival's face,
adding more to the almost dried cum there.

       Mason and Damien who felt the sudden vice grip also were pushed to
the edge as they shot their cum inside Percival's muscle cunt.

       Percival fell flat on the floor while Damien quickly rose up and
pulled a shirt and trousers from his wardrobe.

       "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It's time for our lesson, yeah?"

       Cian nodded, scanning the room.

       Damien quickly threw on a shirt which he didn't bother buttoning and
a pair of clean trousers, before going with Cian, leaving Mason and
Percival making out on the floor.

       Cian suggested the library, but Damien forced him to go to the royal
bar instead. Louis set the place up when to accommodate the Leinsters'
drinking culture which was welcomed by the whole court. To make it better,
the bar was even open in daylight. Of course, they had to pay, but Louis
was generous with his salary for the Leinster regiment. They employed
thirty years old Finnegan Osfrey as the bartender whose family was known to
be brewers back home, while Finnegan himself was also one of the stud
warriors within the regiment.  He had ginger hair sweptback hair and a
thick well-kept beard and mustache, while his big muscly body was also
covered in soft but noticeable orange hair. He didn't have a bitch, but
when he needed to fuck, he'll just drop his cock in any hole stroke his
fancy, even owned bitches' hole. He was a known strong warrior and a bully
and most studs just let him tear their bitches a new hole with his 7" uncut
veiny ginger cock. On rare occasions, a stud got mad and fought him, and
Finnegan found himself a second hole for the day.

       He did have a "wife", Karla Dubois. Once the only son of Jacob
Dubois, a banner house to the crown, he was turned to a lady by Finnegan
simply for snarking at him. He fucked him right at the knights' training
ground being watched by the rest of the knights and Frankish
soldiers. Jacob Dubois wasn't the pinnacle of knighthood himself, he had
half-bald black hair and an average-looking face, but his son, Karl Dubois
was a looker. Finnegan took a fancy to Karl from the first time they
fucked, and they fucked for another week when Finnegan finally appeared
with Karl in a lady gown as "Karla". Finnegan had married Karla with
Leinster tradition and nobody dared to even flirt with her once Finnegan
beat up and fucked the first man who did. Karla still had his cock and
balls intact, however, seeing from the many occasions Finnegan fucked him
in public, even Jacob had accepted having a daughter, especially after the
Leinster man seemed to take them under his wings.

       The taste of the liquors at the bar was better than anywhere else,
and the reasoning was more than Finnegan's family background as a famous
brewer. The secret, the bartender taught by Patrick, was to add a little
bit of special "milk" and "lemonade" Patrick procured. The pure form of the
"milk" and "lemonade" both tasted and smelled foul, but were extremely
alcoholic, and surprisingly good. Patrick said both of the ingredients were
fermented with "cow" shits, Finnegan didn't believe it at first, but after
tasting the foul substance, he resigned to accept whatever Patrick said the
ingredient was. Finnegan still had to mix the substances with other liquors
to make it more palatable, but pure "milk" and "lemonade" were still
offered and were considered as the "stud"

drinks, and the best way to drink this was by doing "Ass shot", by filling
drinker tight asshole with the "milk" and had another person drank and
pushed the "lemonade" inside asshole to mouth. Holding the mixture inside
the ass until morning before shitting it was also a challenge. Because of
the way this shot was done, related to asshole which was a stud's most
prized possession, this was only done by close friends.

       Sullivan was one of the studs who loved to drink the milk and the
lemonade as he was one of the renowned studs within the regiment. He was a
big mean-looking man in his thirties with slick back undercut black hair
and a fading beard. He was a hunk and his muscles were bulging with veins.

He was packing a 9" uncut leaker. He was thought to be a cuckborn
Maccarthal, but the claim was disputable since Maccarthals were all
red-haired. He had a huge entourage of bitches, both in Paris and at his
home in Leinster, that he loved to share with Murphy Barnes and Walsh, his
best buds, two other studs, though they were not considered in the same
league as Sullivan. Murphy was in his forties. Murphy had a sandy blonde
with a short cropped style and a short beard-mustache combo.

He was the handsome dilf, certainly far more handsome than Sullivan, but it
was clear Sullivan was the ring leader. He wasn't as big as Sullivan, but
he still had a hunky body with a small dadbod on his pecs. Walsh was a
young black-haired man in his thirties, the smallest of the three, and had
a tanned complexion in between the pale white daddies. He had an extremely
well-defined toned body and was leanest but still hunky. He was one of the
best fighters who Sullivan took under his wings from when they were still
at Leinster, he even gave Walsh one of his prized bitches. While Sullivan
and Murphy were descended from old warrior families in Leinster, Walsh was
a foreigner who came from the Welsh, a member of the Anglican Parliament
who was under the York.

       They loved to do the ass shots. Since three of them had fuzzy-haired
bubble asses, Sullivan had Murphy and Walsh shaved their crack. He didn't
shave his own ass, however, so Murphy and Walsh sometimes got Sullivan's
ass hair stuck on their mouth after they did Sullivan's asshots. He always
took two ass shots of "milk" and "lemonade" up his ass from both Murphy and
Walsh each as a flex to show his studness.

       Another stud who loved doing the ass shots with his friend was
Declan O'Murchad, a sandy blonde-haired slender lad in his mid-twenties,
and with his medium-length straight hair parted in the middle, he was
easily the most handsome within the regiment. He had a slightly toned body
and an 8" beautiful uncut cock. Although he didn't have a muscular build
like most of the studs were, he was just as confident and could kick some
ass, which earn him his Big Stud status. His only gripe was that he was
hairless as a baby. It was said he was not his father's son, as both his
dad and mom had auburn hair, but one of the Vikings' who raided them. The
Vikings raided the island sporadically, most of the time, they went for the
coastal town. In one of those rare times, they raided further into
O'Murchad's house, abducted Declan's father, mother, and his older brother,
Donovan, and then returned them a week after at town port. The Vikings who
raided them were the infamous Seamen, who worshiped the sea and believed in
spreading their seeds. They didn't raid for slaves or riches, but for food
and sowing their seeds in their victims and said to know the secret to
impregnate males.

       Declan's rumored heritage was probably true since his mom got
pregnant shortly after they found his family members with their holes
battered and used, and he did have Vikings features which could be seen
from his handsome Nordic twink face. Bodies were throwing themselves at him
as he walked and he didn't mind using the holes. He might've been more
handsome than Sullivan, but he didn't treat his holes any better.

       He had his own circle of friends who did his ass shot to him, but
his favorite was the wimp, Fennec. He didn't allow anyone who called Fennec
a wimp or made fun of Fennec's 2" uncut cock, however, and always boasted
how hairy Fennec was even though Fennec only had soft hair across his
body. Fennec was a slim and short ginger-haired cutie in his early
twenties. He was a farmer's son who worked for Declan's father and they've
been best buds ever since. Declan always protected Fennec, and he always
shared his bitches with him. Despite not being a stud, Fennec's hole count
was as much as Declan's. Despite Fennec didn't like the taste of the "milk"
and "lemonade", he still always did the first ass shot for Declan every
night. Fennec had only done an ass shot once and decided he didn't like
it. Though Declan still had the rest of his circle do him the ass shot, his
twin brother was the one he tended to go for after Fennec's shot.

       His twin brother, Daniel O'Murchad, or Big D, as he was called
didn't at all look like Declan despite them being a twin. He wasn't Nordic
and had black slicked back for hair instead of sandy- blonde or
auburn. Even though he wanted to change his hairstyle, his hair just
refused to grow. His body was as tall as Declan's but way more massive in
muscle. His 9" veiny cock was also beating Declan's 8". Everyone said
Daniel looked like Declan's mortal enemy, Sullivan; Daniel's hairstyle,
which somehow refused to grow into something else, did not help. Daniel did
look a lot like a younger and more handsome Sullivan. He wasn't considered
even close in the league in terms of strength to either Declan or Sullivan,
however.

       It didn't help either that Sullivan spread stories, which became the
root of their rivalries besides being the two top studs, that on the dawn
when the Vikings dropped Declan's dad, mom, and eldest brother on the port,
a little bit more than ten years old Sullivan found them. He said Declan's
well-respected dad was gagged and tied with his legs over his head, a
pregnant belly, and a plugged asshole. He took off the gag and Declan's
father was begging him to pull the plug because he didn't want to get
pregnant. Sullivan took off his own months unwashed breech, rubbed it all
over Declan's father's face, and gagged him with it. He did pull out the
plug and watched as cum burst out of the ass. As Declan's father emptied
his ass, Sullivan carried Declan's mother and brother who didn't have his
ass plugged or stored with cum, to his hiding place, before bringing
Declan's father last. There he said he fucked Declan's father and brother,
filled them up with cum, and stopped only to piss inside Declan's mother's
pussy, before returning them the next day at the port. That's why Daniel
wasn't actually Declan's twin but Sullivan's brat born from Declan's
father.

       Of course, the credibility of this story was shaky at best, for
example, Declan questioned why his father was the only one who got pregnant
and his eldest brother, Donovan, didn't.

       Of course, the fact that Donovan became Sullivan's bitch shortly
after didn't help Declan's case, but when asked, Donovan answered he didn't
remember anything at first, then after getting visibly abused by Sullivan,
he began making the story even more unbelievable, like the seamen summoning
a kraken to fuck his family and the stories kept changing.

       Their rivalry even extended to the ass shots. At first, Declan only
took one shot from Fennec or two from both Fennec and his brother. When
Sullivan was around he took a third as shot as Sullivan only went for two,
that was until Sullivan noticed Declan had been challenging him. So, on
more nights than not, they had been trying to one-up each other with the
ass shot, one night even reached 20 shots up their ass.

       Finnegan, who didn't have a close friend, was the only stud who
hadn't done an ass shot.

Even Cian had him done by Patrick before he went and he gave Patrick one, a
peculiar sight, but a clear sign of Cian's stature within the Leinster.

       Though the courtesans didn't love the pure "milk" or "lemonade",
they did love when it was mixed in the liquors, and Damien had been buying
a lot of wine mixed with the substances ever since the royal bar was
open. When Cian was there, however, he didn't need to spend a single penny.

       Finnegan, who was only wearing a sleeveless tunic that looked like
about to be torn apart by his own muscles from the inside, was dutifully
serving Damien his drinks while making a couple of conversations with
Damien while he taught Cian about the people in Louis's service.

       Started with the knights, Louis had many knights in his service, so
understanding how they worked was necessary for Cian. A knight service was
dependent on their oath. The most common oath, Oath of Protection, meant a
knight was employed in the service of a certain person. Jacques and
Percival Hartmann, then there were also the three sons of the steward
Frederic of Provence, to name a few knights sworn to protect Louis.

       Most of the sons of lords were squired before they took their vow to
be knights. Heirs to a land will become a lord, while those who remain
landless will remain a "Sir" unless they get another title.

       Maxence Florent, one of the first knights Rory fucked, was a knight
from house Florent. He was in his late teens but was tall. He looked like
your common handsome French boy with a smug smile and sweptback brunette
hair. His lips were thick, his nose was pointy, and his eyes were small.

His body was toned, and he was a good lancer. He was the brother of Basile
Florent, and their father was the lord of a keep in Isle de France. Charles
had knighted him since he was but 12 years old, passing his squiring
education entirely, as the then King was impressed by his prowess, but
Charles despised Basile who was snobbish but couldn't fight. To spite him,
he made 20-year-old Basile, the older brother, a squire to his own little
brother. Basile had to polish Maxence's sword, shine his boots, and even
help Maxence wear his armor. But Maxence was a meek guy, so when Charles's
eyes were no longer on them, it was Maxence who polished his own sword and
shone Basile's boots. A couple of times, Basile wedgied Maxence's underwear
before a tourney and forced him to lance while the fabric was riding his
crack.

       House Florent had two ladies, Francesca Florent who was in her
mid-twenties and was married to Alan Bonnaire. The other was Cecillia
Florent who was still a teenager. Both were serving as Isabel's
lady-in-waiting and pregnant with a bastard, Francesca carrying her second
child while Cecilia carried her first child. The head of the house was
Abraham Florent, a fat man in his mid- forties with soft skin married to
the late Lady Isabela Levin. After his wife passing, he was waiting for his
preteen betrothed, Alberta Tulipe, to come of age while pimping himself
through his daughters to Empress Isabela.

       Vincent Rhine, another knight Rory first fucked who was barely in
his twenties, was a son from house Rhine, the ruling house of the Duchy of
Champagne. He had curly brunette hair and a bratty attitude with both smile
and ass to match. Although his body was only slightly toned, he was a very
good fighter which made him a knight at such a young age. He was the second
born and the second son to Lord Jean Rhine, a dark horse in his mid-forties
with a firm body. Vincent's older brother, Marlon Rhine was a striking man
with a thin goatee. Despite being in his mid-twenties, he already had a
mature yet youthful figure. While Vincent lost his ass virginity with his
friend Maxence to Rory in a tent, both Jean and Marlon were tag-teamed by
levied Leinster farmers on muddy dirt, thanks to Cian.

       In Cian's defense, they were snobbish and haughty and they looked at
every single Leinster they met with the same disgusted eyes, so Cian, after
breaking in both father and son together with a single bottle of wine,
threw them to the levied peasants so both of them could get to know the
peasantry better. Besides, he felt pity that the farmers were the last to
receive reward and glory after the warriors despite fighting in the same
war at the same time, so he wanted to reward them. He was benevolent like
that.

       Both Vincent and Maxence had been swinging from cocks to cocks,
well, most of Frankish knights and soldiers did after the Leinster showed
them their place. That being said, Maxence was married to Lady Alana Levin,
his mother's niece, while Vincent was courting teenager Amelle Labelle, the
sister of twenty-year-old Lord Ellio Labelle, a baron in Isle de France,
just like the Florent. Amelle was a black-haired beauty with long curly
hair and skin as white as milk. The Labelle was known for their beauty,
even the male. But since Ellio was a reclusive man, none of the Leinsters
have yet to confirm this rumor. That being said, every single Frankish
soldier Cian spoke to would affirm this rumor to be true. They said he had
curly black hair just like his sister, but it was ear-length. His eyes were
beautiful black like the night sky, and his skin was porcelain white. Same
age as Louis, some said he was even more stoic and cold than Louis ever was
before meeting Patrick. He was frail, yet married, and only a year into his
marriage with Arycelle Montgomery, he already had a kid, while the wife
carrying the second. Ellio became a baron right before his marriage to
Arycelle, his father died in his forties leaving Ellio in charge of the
barony and his wife, Selena Florent, sister to Abraham Florent, a widow.

       While the knights in service of the crown or a lord remained in the
presence of the said employer, the Knight Errants, on the other hand,
patrolled around the realm seeking villages and towns that required their
assistants, like Lancelot de Bordeaux. House de Bordeaux was a small banner
house serving Louis, and they only had 2 members. Alois Bordeaux, the house
head, was a man in his early fifties. He was a former labor worker in his
late thirties, so his body was still rocking muscle. He was knighted and
ennobled when he became forty for saving Charles's life. Charles even went
as far as giving him a manor and making him a banner house. His wife died
young leaving him a handsome son, Lancelot, who became a prodigal squire in
his teen, and now in his mid-twenties, he was known as the Knight of
Rose. The house loyalty to Charles, and now to Louis, was undoubted.

       The other famous knight errant, both from his achievement and night
proclivities, was Arthur Gwent. House Gwent traced its lineage through the
ancient Celtic house which was famous for its warriors. What was left of
the House was merely a status as a banner house to House Montgomery, the
ruling house of Anjou; their ancestry was left without even a single
keep. The Lord of House Gwent, Liam Gwent, was Arthur's nephew. He had a
much leaner build than his uncle, but still rocking muscles. Liam's sister,
Gwendolyn was set to marry Lord Montgomery after an incident in a forest
where Gwen was said to lost her virginity to him.

       The last common oath that a knight took was the Grail Vow, it was
the oath binding the Grail Knights, knights who served the clergy. The most
famous Grail Knight was Clermont Hartmann, a bastard of House Hartmann and
Baptiste's older brother. Despite being old, he was still a mountain of a
man built like a brick. He was taller than Baptiste, even taller than the
giant Percival. He was rarely seen due to his activity in the southern part
of the realm. He believed the Occitans were unruly and unpious while their
culture was heretical. He had been railing their asses since he took his
vows, and not in a good way.

       Besides the knights who didn't necessarily have to be from a noble
house, there were the noble houses themselves, the lowest served as landed
nobility in charge of a land while the greatest served as dukes, to which
there were 7.

       The Hartmann, led by Baptiste, the Marshall of the realm, presided
over Normandy. He was married to Cecil Rhine, the sister to Jean Rhine. He
had two sons, Percival Hartman who was married to Gabrielle Ambrose, a
vassal house to the Crown whose keep was at Bar. Jacques was still
unmarried. The Hartmann wasn't a house that originated in
Francia. Baptiste's mother, a shieldmaiden from Scandinavia, raided
Normandy for dowry for her marriage with a Saxon peasant boy during the
reign of Louis's grandfather, and in turn, he offered her the duchy
instead. They adopted Hartmann as their house name, and it was said she
made the old member of house Le Bouttie into sex slaves for her family and
her former fellow raiders. Ever since, the branch house of Le Bouttie and
the only house claimant to Normandy, Le Bouttoux, was required to send
their heir to house Hartmann as a squire. Dominique Le Bouttoux, the heir
to the house, was a boy in his teen and was the Baptiste's squire whose
duty included carrying Baptiste's shit box during travel and holding it
while the duke took his dump. The duke usually had another squire with
wiping ass duty, which was fall to Arguin Bouchard, legitimized son of
Albert Bouchard, a promising and handsome teenager.

       Baptiste's loyalty to the Crown was unquestionable during Charles's
reign, but he was openly critical during Louis's reign. Although his
disposition at the Crown was becoming better, nobody knew what a volatile
man like Baptiste might do if Louis did as much of a slight in the man's
eyes.

       The Duchy of Champagne was led by House Rhine. The house was led by
Jean Rhine who was in his mid-forties married to the late Angelique
Hartmann, aunt to Baptiste Hartmann. He had two sons and twin
daughters. Marlon Rhine, the eldest son in his mid-twenties, was banking on
bagging Salome, Louis's sister, but since the Princess was married off, he
had to settle for a daughter of one of his own vassal houses. He might be
just married, but he had many bastards lying around. Vincent Rhine was in
service to Louis as a knight. His eldest daughter, Arianne was in her
thirties and was married to Sandor Dupont, a knight in Louis's service,
while the younger twin, Arielle, served in Louis's court as Isabel's
handmaiden. Both were heavily pregnant, Arianne by Carlos Dupont who she
rejected for his brother, while Arielle was impregnated by a Leinster in a
lottery. Since Louis promised pardon and would take care of the bastards,
Lord Jean was more than happy to let his daughters breed like a mare in
Louis's court. Besides, he got his own Leinster knighted by he himself on
his bed every night from the deal.

       The duchy of Anjou, including Poitiers and Berry, was led by House
Montgomery. The House Head was Nicholas Montgomery, a fragile old man in
his eighties. Despite being old, he only had a son who was barely twenty,
Nicholas "Niki" Montgomery, and a daughter who had just turned to marriage
age, Arycelle Montgomery, and she was married to Lord Ellio Labelle sort
after. Niki was a handsome young man with auburn hair just like
Arycelle. Her wife, Madelaine Carolingian, Louis's grandaunt, had died
giving birth to Arycelle. Niki was set to marry Gwendolyn Gwent from their
vassal house. Niki, like Dominique had been a squire to Baptiste, and
before Dominique had both the duty of carrying the shit box and wiping
Baptiste's ass. After Dominique, he only needed to wipe Baptiste's
ass. Dominique was forever grateful he never got the duty of wiping ass.

       House Capet, an old branch house of the Carolingian, had led the
duchy of Bourbonnais for decades. They were one of the most influential
families within Francia thanks to their lineage dating back to the
Carolingian and the intermarriage between two houses.  Their influence had
been dwindling within the last decades, but their name and prestige still
held some sways within the kingdom. The family was led by Arnaud Capet, a
man in his late forties, who married Louis's aunt, Alexandra
Carolingian. He had a son, a daughter, and a bastard, well, technically, it
was Alexandra's bastard. Arnaud took his duchy seat at a young age and
Bourbonnais had been dealing with a rampant bandit problem. During these
years, Charles was busy waging war so the duchy was lacking men to guard
the road. As compensation, Charles married her sister to lord Arnaud, and
the marriage was held by Charles in Paris. It was on their way back home,
their carriage was suddenly raided by the bandits and the consummation that
Arnaud was saved for their keep at Bourbonnais was taken by the
bandits. Florian Carolingian was born as a bastard to house Carolingian,
but the duke took the responsibility of raising him. He grew to be a
handsome tall and toned man in his mid- twenties, a year older than his
half-brother Jamie Capet, who served in Louis's court. Arnaud sent him to
the court to be Charles's squire, but even the kid turned out to be more
handful than Charles could handle. The daughter, Renee Capet, was a
bachelorette who just turned twenty, and just like Isabela's other
handmaidens, she too was heavily pregnant.

       House d'Auverge presided over Auvergne. The leader of the House was
Leopold d'Auvergne married to Alicia Ullyes, a vassal house to the
Welf. There was not much known about the lord, except he was a total
absolute horndog. He would come to every single wedding in his territory,
citing his first right to bed the bride, and sometimes even forced himself
to the groom. If he caught someone wed in secret, he'd punished them by
letting the entire village run a train on the groom and made the groom shat
the galloons of cum into his wife's well-fucked vagina, and he did this
until the wife got pregnant. Peasants who didn't usually have wedding
ceremonies had to send a letter asking his permission and invitation to
fuck the bride. If he was lazy, he'd invited them to his castle where he
did the deed. There was some tale where he fucked the bride right on the
steps to his castle before breaking in the husband beside her. He spent his
time mostly in his castle and was notorious for inviting, sometimes
forcefully, girls and boys he heard were handsome to his castle to "serve"
him.

They were returned after a couple of months, happy, and sometimes they
would stay, to which after, the family received a sum of gold. As a result,
he had many sons and daughters, married to many smaller houses even
lowborns, Leopold wasn't picky. His heir, Alexander d'Auvergne, was sworn
as an errant knight with a mission to sow his seeds across the realm with
his best friend, Laurent Auriant, the heir to d'Auvergne's vassal house who
looked a lot like Alexander and Leopold. Many of his broods were
illegitimate. He was said to host a secret orgy regularly amongst the
nobles as well.

       He was a man in his mid-forties. He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't the
pinnacle of male beauty either. He was thin, and he didn't have any muscle
either. And his gut was starting to protrude a little bit. He also had a
humongous cock. Everyone knew how he looked because he sent his portrait to
every single nook and cranny of the realm even beyond. A painting of him
sitting on a sofa naked with a 12" cock, with a motto written on a ribbon,
"Our seeds are strong", carried by the Carolingian Eagles.

       It was said Charles forcefully summoned Leopold to Paris and
humiliated him for the lack of responsibility and even his virility, to
which Leopold replied with a promise to impregnate Charles's mother, who
was an aging grandmother, and if she got pregnant, Charles would
legitimate, took care of the bastard, and sponsors painters to paint a
tribute to his humongous cock. The Queen Mother was found thoroughly fucked
in all of her holes and was pregnant soon after. The insult did happen and
so did the aging Queen Mother got pregnant, but the fate of the baby was
unknown. Some said Charles murdered him, some said he returned the baby to
Auvergne, but the fact that the paintings were soon spreading around
Francia, even ended up in Charles's court where he let the painting hang
for a good month, led many to believe the baby was somewhere in the
court. The Queen Mother's name was Leah Bouvier.

       While the crown controlled directly most of Southern France, the
Provencal area was controlled by House Welf. Frederic Welf was the House
Head and the Steward of the realm. He had three sons and a daughter with
his late wife, Jezebel d'Auvergne, sister to Leopold d'Auvergne.

Phillipe Welf was his eldest son in his late twenties and was married to
Marlina d'Tours, from a vassal house to house d'Auvergne, who hadn't gotten
pregnant despite years of marriage. He was a knight serving under Louis,
along with his two other brothers, Marc in his mid-twenties and Leo in his
teens.

Marc was promised to marry a daughter of Leopold who almost reached the age
of marriage, while Leo was promised to marry a merchant daughter who owned
the biggest trading fleet in Provence.

The daughter, Isabella Welf, was married to the Emperor, Louis Carolingian,
and was currently carrying Louis's baby. A statement that made Cian
scoffed.

       Each of the houses, including Louis's, had other noble houses
serving under them, commonly known as minor houses or minor nobility. House
Florent and Labelle were part of this rank, serving directly to the crown
as a vassal house. Many of the minor houses were usually stewards of a
castle or rich merchants who bought the nobility. Most of their members
served as knights or officials, and their men were required to be ready to
serve within the military in times of war.

       The heir to House Andre, for example, Timothy Andre served as the
commander of the Paris City Watch, knights serving as police, and he was
married to Eve Welf, a cousin of Frederic Welf.

       The House Head, Thierry Andre, was an aging man in his late
fifties. He had two sons, Timothy who was in his mid-thirties, and Peter
who was a pre-teen, and three daughters. The eldest daughter in her late
twenties, Marie Andre, was married to Damien Leroux. Malina Andre, the
second daughter in her early twenties, was married to Kasper Mongeau,
another vassal house to the crown. The youngest daughter, Marie-Louise, who
almost turned into marrying age was currently looking for a bachelor.

       House Andre had always been rivals to House Bouchard, a loyal vassal
house to the crown, who was known to serve in the City Watch and Knights,
besides their strong male seeds. All of the babies born into the house were
males. Although the City Watch position wasn't hereditary, there were so
many Bouchards in the rank for so long that one of the Bouchards who was
serving as the commander changed the cloak color of the serving knights to
black, the color of House Bouchard which associated with their strong black
hair gene. The current House Head was Albert Bouchard who was in his
mid-forties, a strapping muscular knight still keeping himself in top
shape. His full beard and mustache that he kept short and neat, his
piercing black eyes, and if you're lucky, you could see his well-kept hairy
chest and a nice treasure trail leading down to a well-kept pubic hair. He
was a dilf in all manner of description, and extremely well-groomed.

       His wife, Emma Mongeau, demanded him so. Early in their marriage,
she convinced him to hire a boy, Terrent Tulipe, as Albert's shaver. House
Tulipe was a small noble house dabbling in mercantile, and often at odds
with House Bouchard. Albert was apprehensive at first, but after Terrent
worked his magic and showed Albert how he looked, he was more than
convinced. He didn't even question when Terrent said drawing the lord naked
after shaving, even followed the boy's order posing in the lewdest
position, like on his stomach spreading his asscheeks wide. When his boys
were eventually growing hair, he had Terrent shaved them as well. Even the
then House Head, Achille Bouchard, who was wary and opposed to Terrent, and
even began showing suspicion of Emma's loyalty, quickly turned around when
he saw how good-looking his son naked was. Needless to say, Albert loved
Terrent even more and was shaved even more often, he even allowed Terrent
to marry his known mistress, a servant in Bouchard's keep, when the boy
showed interest in her.

       Albert had five sons, the eldest was his legitimized bastard from
her wife, Emma Mongeau, before their marriage, Frank Bouchard. A handsome
blonde-haired knight serving as a City Watch in his thirties married
Laurence, a lowborn servant whom he got pregnant. His second born was a
black-haired roughish handsome knight in his early twenties named Jonathan
Bouchard, also serving in the City Watch as a new recruit. The third son,
Samuel Bouchard, who was about to approach his teenagehood was squiring for
Chris Bonnaire. His other son, Prancet Bouchard, was a rowdy boy who wasn't
even a pre-teen, while his youngest Norbert was still three. He had a
bastard, Arguin Bouchard, squiring for Baptiste Hartmann whom he
legitimized, from his mistress whom he married off to Terrent Tulipe. All
of them were known as handsome knights of the realm, even the younger
ones. Albert was proud of his sons, even the bastards, which was why he
always legitimized them. It was probably because he was close with his
illegitimate brother, Francis Bouchard.

       Of course, none of the Bouchards knew the drawings were sent to
Thierry Andre to be showcased at his parties between minor lords, which
Damien often attended. Thierry's parties were exclusive and he always
sorted his invitees, so the secrecy of the drawings was kept secret for
years.

       A more public insult that Andre threw at Bouchard was when Timothy
rose as the commander of the City watch succeeding Aime Selmy, another
unpopular vassal house, passing the more experienced and older Albert
Bouchard. Timothy was known as a corrupt man, and he slowly replaced the
members of the City Watch with people who were allied to his house, while
Albert Bouchard, a house also known for their chivalry and honor, seethed
watching them. Timothy even adds golden roses into the black cloak of the
City Watch, the house sigil of Andre, to rub salt into the wound.

       Of course, the greatest insult Thierry personally had thrown to the
Bouchard would be the bastard, Frank Bouchard. The Bouchard was known to
have black hair, but the bastard was blonde, just like Thierry. With the
Mongeau being a close ally to Andre and Thierry being one of Emma's
suitors, the sign was clear for everyone, but Albert himself. If that
wasn't enough, Thierry was openly talking about how he felt sad about how
pussy whipped the big hunk was for Emma that he gave her to Albert along
with the blonde bastard as his wedding gift, at Albert's wedding. Achille
who was still alive at that time did have his suspicion and was against the
marriage, and his anger erupted when he heard Thierry openly talking about
cucking his son. It was a scene not because Achille beat the crap out of
the frail Thierry, but because Albert physically threw his father out of
his wedding and even apologized to Thierry. The benevolent Thierry forgave
him after he gave Albert 50 swats on his bare butt at Albert's wedding.

       Albert even tried to legitimize Frank when Achille was still alive,
but Achille fervently denied it, and they fought again. Albert kneed
Achille on the balls before storming away mad. One servant noted that
Albert screamed that he'll legitimize Frank when Achille died to his
father's face which enrages his father even more. Albert legitimized Frank
a day after Achille died, even after Achille told him not to on his
deathbed. Despite their fights, Albert did not hate Achille, but he knew
Frank did.

Still, he wasn't angry at Frank when he found the kid pissed into Achille's
coffin before it was buried.

He did give him 5 spankings on the night, but he told the teenage boy to
spank him 100 times. It forged a bond between them, and since then, Frank
had been spanking his dad whenever Albert felt guilty or just needed one.

       Albert believed and strongly showed that Frank was his son, despite
knowing his wife's past relationship with Thierry. Of course, it drifted a
wedge between him and his uncles and relatives, but if they dared to say
anything during house dinner, he wasn't above spanking them right then and
there.

       House Andre and House Mongeau were always close to each other. House
Mongeau being the richest house in Paris owning many farmlands often
stocked House Andre whose main trade was cloth with wool. It was not
uncommon for them to marry each other, like Kasper Mongeau, the current and
new house head, marrying Malina Andre. Kasper only had two other uncles,
the older uncle, Johannes Mongeau, who was older than Kasper's late father
and was sworn as a Grail knight while the younger one, Gabrielle Mongeau,
was a debauched cocksucker through and through. The line wasn't safe with
Kasper either, as Malina was known to be a slut and he was a well-known
cuck.

Yann was a lowborn, an employee of a shoemaker, who was later dubbed a
knight after Kasper's recommendation. There was clearly intrigue being
played as Yann was a frail man without even a single muscle, an impossible
feat for him to be a knight under normal circumstances.

       When asked how he became a knight, Yann often told the story to the
tavern he frequented, he was pissing in an alleyway when the Mongeau
carriage stopped in front of him, and the slut lady was looking straight at
him from the window. He waved his "big cock" at her, but was surprised when
the door opened showing the husband. He was even more surprised when Lord
Mongeau flipped her wife's gown revealing her snatch at him, and even
opening the cunt himself. Being the man that he was, Yann knew when a pussy
was in need of breeding and he quickly went inside the carriage and fucked
the shit out of Malina. He said Kasper was such a cuck that he served Yann
with food and drink as he fucked, even wiped his sweat, and when he was
done fucking, Kasper even wiped his cock clean. Later, they brought him to
their manor, and Yann had been living there ever since. He said Malina had
been fucking every servant in their manor, including their huge dick
stableboy, but Yann was the best one. He told everyone how Malina was such
a slut she had been fucking her cook's son before marrying Kasper, and her
first-born daughter, Gabrielle Mongeau, was Simon Leon, and Malina was
currently carrying his. Yann told them how overjoyed Kasper was when he
knew his wife got pregnant and rewarded Yann with his knighthood. He often
satirically said his oath was to fuck Malina 24/7. Of course, there was a
question of credibility since Yann said the servants were sworn to keep the
secret but how could Yann speak about them so openly? To which Yann replied
by saying he was Kasper's favorite.

       House Guilart was the house landed in Callais and served as the
count of Callais owing their loyalty directly to the crown. It was one of
the few houses that was renowned for seafarers and admirals. They had the
largest amount of fleet within the realm some of which Joseph donated to
his best friend, Charles, when he founded the Royal Navy. The house head
was Joseph Guillart who was in his early-forties and married to the blonde
beauty Lilly Montgomery, youngest sister to Nicholas Montgomery who just
turned mid-twenty, who was Isodora's lady-in-waiting. Joseph was a roguish
pudgy blonde DILF with a thin beard. He was tall and packing muscles. He
was so smitten with young Lilly Montgomery's beauty that he betrothed
himself to her and waited until she turned to marry age, and when she told
him to wait for another five years, he waited patiently. After five years
of their marriage, they had a black-haired son named Romeo Guillart, a
menace that the father dotted on, and a newborn chestnut-haired daughter
named Juliette. Both of them weren't Joseph's seeds.

Damien had been fucking Lilly even before she turned marrying age and he
was the one who told Lilly to hold their marriage for another 5 years. He
made her a cockloving slut, and although Damien had to invest in Witch's
brew for the unwanted pregnancy, it was worth watching Joseph kiss her
cum-breath mouth on their wedding day. Romeo was Damien's cuckborn while
Juliette was their coach master's. Joseph's cousin, Stephen Guillart served
as the Grand Admiral of the Royal Navy, and he was claimed by a Leinster.

       Then there were banner houses. These houses served under a great
house directly, most of the time for their men. They didn't have authority
of their own, and they were often dependent on their overlord house. House
Bonnaire, Montberry, Dupont, Vasiliadis, and de Bordeaux fell into this
category.

       House Bonnaire was led by Chris Bonnaire who was in his mid-thirties
serving the crown as a knight and was best friend to Jean-Luc Montberry. He
became a house head quite early in his fifteenth as his father had died
with no other male sibling. He was a talented boy, so Charles didn't
worry. So, the young Chris was forced to take the mantle and married Lady
Luna Gwent whom he didn't even like but had Josiah, who was now in his late
twenties and still unmarried, with her shortly after. He married his
younger sister, Jannete, to Jean-Luc who he knew fancied her once she came
of age, and took a servant in his palace as his mistress, Elise. Despite
his half-inch hard cock, he managed to produce a lot of children. He had
two other children with Luna, the twenty-year-old Alan Bonnaire married to
Francesca Florent, and his teenage daughter, Cassandra Bonnaire who gave
birth to a bastard from House Sterling, creating a wedge between the two
houses. He had four illegitimate bastards with Elise. The oldest was
slightly younger than Josiah, still in his late twenties, Francois-
Gabrielle Bonnaire serving as a knight and Chris's right-hand man. Then a
twenty years old daughter, Milleana Bonnaire married Gaspart Montberry. His
third bastard was another teen daughter, Mariana Bonnaire who also gave
birth to a bastard of House Sterling, from the same boy. The fourth bastard
was a pre-teen boy serving as a squire for Jean-Luc, Francois-Samael
Bonnaire. Chris wasn't even sure of the child's heritage since he believed
the boy was conceived during the only night Jean- Luc managed to convince
him to have a threesome with Elise. Both of them cum inside her, and Jean-
Luc who, unknown to Chris, had a huge boner to pick with Elise cum twice if
not thrice more than Chris. He had tried to seduce Elise, sometimes in
front of Chris who took it as a joke, but was always rebuffed.

       Chris wasn't a foreigner to a boy's pussy either. His squire was
required to introduce their hole into Chris's cock by the month's end, and
after, Chris would use it regularly and then share it with Jean-Luc. His
latest conquest was Albert's son, Samuel Bouchard, whom he shared regularly
with Jean-Luc. Albert knew of Chris's sodomy practice, but he thought the
talented knight was merely practicing ancient Greek practice and he didn't
know Chris shared his boy pussy with Jean- Luc.

       Then Leinster happened and Chris was deflowered and claimed by a
teenage Leinster boy named Finn whom he originally preyed to fuck when they
were at Leinster. When they reached Francia, Finn was fucking him on his
marital bed the first morning they arrived in front of Luna, he fucked her
as well. Finn didn't claim her though, so she was free to bring Carlos
Dupont, Chris's enemy, to their marital bed the next day to ride him side
by side with Chris riding Finn, with Finn's permission, of course.

       Elise who was introduced to more than half-inch cock by Jean-Luc
began lusting for a second time with the Montberry. But this time, it was
Jean-Luc who refused her, and then reported her unfaithfulness to
Chris. Chris's relationship with his mistress had been sour, but it wasn't
like he was fucking him either. Elise tried to seduce Finn, but the boy
ignored her. She was fucking other fellow servants ever since.

       House Dupont was also a house of knights and one of the biggest
ones. The current main house members consist of Sandor Dupont, Jayne
Dupont, and Carlos Dupont.

       Sandor Dupont was in his mid-thirties and married to Arianne
Rhine. He was a good-looking DILF with a lanky tall and naturally toned
body. His short brunette hair he kept neatly at a perfect length, while his
beard he kept shaven to a small shading of stubbles. His nose was sharp and
big but it paired well with his small amber eyes. His pair of rabbit teeth
also gave him a hint of cuteness which worked well for his charm. He was
one of Charles's most trusted knights and quickly rose in rank as acting
knight commander when his predecessor, Arthur Levin died. Even though
Pontikos was the current knight commander, Sean kept the bitch busy enough
that Sandor was practically the de facto commander. He was known to be the
icon of Chivalry and was proclaimed the Gentleman of Francia. He was known
to be loyal to his wife, honorable, and just. Because he wasn't serving the
army during the attack as he was helping with a bandit problem with
Lancelot, his virgin ass quickly became the most prized game. Both Declan
and Sullivan competed to own his ass first, but it was Sullivan who won by
provoking and challenging the knight commander into a fight, then claimed
his ass right in front of the knights and Leinster regiment. For losing,
Declan's group moved the chamberpots section next to their sleeping spots
with Declan's bed next to it and they became the sole cleaners of the
barrack's chamberpots Sullivan revoked their right to use the chamberpots
so Declan's group had to piss and shit within the bushes and the woods near
the barrack and cleaned it after.

       Sandor had two children, a just-turned-teenage boy named Otto Dupont
and a child daughter named Lana Dupont. Sullivan had already instructed his
men to teach Otto how to be a proper slut like his father and he was
planning to marry his youngest son who was a giant child to Lana.

       Lady Jayne Dupont, a renowned hot MILF in her thirties, was married
to Joshua Sterling. She was flirtatious with every noble lord, but she
hadn't taken any of them seriously or openly, before the Leinster at the
very least. Her horndog of a husband wasn't too uptight about her
flirtatious behavior, but it never developed further. But after the
Leinster and her husband shared her with numerous Leinster men on occasion,
she had been more openly flirting and getting risqué with other
nobles. It seemed that only Cian knew of Arthur and Jayne's
"relationship". She had 5 children, three sons from her late husband and a
pair with Joshua. She had just given birth to their youngest son.

       If Sandor was known as a gentleman, then Carlos was known as the
black sheep of the family. In his mid-twenties, he had ear-length curly
black hair and a well-shaven beard. He had a pair of amber eyes, like his
brother, albeit meaner looking. He wasn't naturally, ugly, but his unkempt
haggard appearance and slobbish behavior made him appear so, and his
already showing beer gut did not help. Unlike his naturally toned brother,
Carlos's twunky body was hard-earned through years of exercising. He
frequented a brothel, loved to get drunk, and his only saving grace was his
roguish but good-looking face and body. He hated his brother for stealing
the limelight from him, despite never having any. He hated him for being a
hypocrite because Sandor did visit the brothel though rarely. He hated him
for "stealing" Arianne from him though the lady was choosing the "better"

looking brother. He hated his brother for marrying him off for a barren
lady. If Sandor was claimed by Sullivan, Carlos befriended him. Sullivan
liked him and thought he was one of the more fun Frenchie lads. He never
got claimed by any of the Leinster as a result, though he wasn't foreign or
averse to butt-fucking or getting his butt-fucked, he lost his ass
virginity being drunk-raped by an unknown man outside of Hugo's brothel. He
never got his butt fucked after, but he was ready to give his ass for
Sullivan if it got him in his good grace. Luckily, he didn't need to, and
he got to have Arianne, even was allowed to put his baby in her. He made
sure everyone knew he cucked his two-goody shoes brother, although he had
to share Arianne with the Leinster.

       House Dupont had a lot of cousins serving as knights and their
ladies often married off to noble lords thanks to their house's prestigious
status.

       House Vasiliadis was fairly new to Francia and was a branch house to
a much bigger house in the Eastern Latin Empire. The founder of the branch
house, Pontikos Vasiliadis was brought to Francia by Charles's marriage
with Isodora Palaiologos, a princess of the Eastern Latin Empire, as part
of the dowry. Charles married him to Lady Beatrice Capet, sister to Arnaud
Capet, and after acknowledging the man's martial brilliance, the young
Pontikos was given the position of the General of the newly founded Royal
Army. In his late thirties, the former general had a mid-twenties daughter,
Theodora who was married to Francis Bouchard, the late-thirties
illegitimate brother of Albert Bouchard. Theodora was supposed to marry the
unenthusiastic Marlon Rhine, but because she got pregnant by Pontikos's
stable boy, Marlon called off their wedding and Theodora was newly- wed to
Francis Bouchard. Antonious Vasiliadis was Pontikos's teen son who was
squiring under Sandor Dupont, and Damien had caught him multiple times with
Sandor's cock deep inside the boy's ass. Damien even caught both Sandor and
Pontikos each having their squire, Antonious, and a Tulipe boy, bouncing on
their cock. Both Theodora and Beatrice were pregnant by Sean O'Connell,
Pontikos's stud and Patrick's best friend, and had been living in
Vasiliadis manor ever since. Sean claimed everyone in the family, including
Francis Bouchard who was one of the broken knights at Leinster, and he
released the stable boy Pontikos imprisoned in his secret dungeon for
impregnating his daughter. The boy was given a new name, Bo, and he was the
acting housemaster when Sean wasn't around whose duty was to fuck them,
including Francis. Bo, with Sean's permission, had his bastard born
legitimized and named Pontus Vasiliadis. The first night Bo was in charge,
he had Pontikos watch his daughter and son ride the stableboy turned
master.

       House Sterling also fell into this category. House Sterling started
as a merchant house in Brittania, from the Dayne dynasty, they became
successful and extended their branches everywhere.

The most successful branches were their family in Francia. Francia's branch
did not only serve as a merchant house but also military house producing
many knights.

        The leader of the house, Simon Sterling, was an average-looking
knight in his late twenties.

He had short black hair shaved on the sides and a faded beard with a
mustache. He was only slightly toned. He had many bastards and children,
but unlike Bouchard, all of his broods were females.

Although his house wouldn't die, he still would prefer to continue his line
and as the house head, he was sick of listening to the gossip and
passive-aggressive insults the people from House Dayne threw at him. He was
a Casanova when he was young, and once he realized his children had been
only females, he was a Casanova with a mission. What he lacked in physical
beauty, he made it in charisma and suaveness. In almost thirty years of his
life, he had produced 20 daughters, 4 were from his marriage with
Antoinette Tulipe, and the rest were his supposed bastards from many women,
from whores to noble ladies. Other knights often joked that the vow he took
as a knight errant was to sow an heir or his journey would not end.

       He had two brothers, Joshua Sterling and Brad Sterling. Joshua was
the golden boy.

Handsome and smart with a great buddy. He had been taking care of the
family business while Simon was busy producing an heir. It did help that
the Sterling house emphasized the family bond so they had each other back
and never thought of backstabbing each other. Joshua even helped Simon many
times if Simon's charm failed to seduce a lady. Their youngest brother,
Brad Sterling was luckier in the face department, although not as lucky as
Joshua. He was not as handsome as Joshua, but he did have a little bit of
his pretty boy face. He had two rabbit teeth that made him look cute. His
body was on the leaner side, but still slightly toned. Like his brother, he
also had short black hair. Even just turned to teen, he had sired two
bastards from Bonnaire's half-sisters. Chris was furious when he found out
and attacked Brad, but his brother Simon protected him. He said that his
two daughters were a slut like their father and if his brother didn't get
him sooner, Simon himself would break in the two. The two houses had been
feuding for at least three years, and since Chris was now under Finn, Simon
was reconsidering the feud since he didn't want to mess with any of the
Leinsters.

       Although the banner houses mostly served for military reasons, to
serve as knights or soldiers, there were banner houses like Le Roux whose
members served as courtesans. Most of the time, it was the noble branch
houses who had nothing for themselves yet. For the case of Le Roux though,
Charles mainly made them his banner house because he wanted Damien to be
the house head of a joke house, whose duty, Damien noted, apparently
consist of spanking the emperor after bathing as a massage, pissing in his
wine, and have the emperor jacking the jester in front of his court as one
of his jokes.

       It was a long study, and he had to learn everything in days, but
Cian was quick to pick the gist of things. Damien was especially
resourceful in gossip and court intrigue and Cian had a newfound respect
for the man. Not just him, even Finnegan nodded appreciatively.

       "You seem to know a lot about ladies, eh?" Finnegan said as he
handed Damien a mixed beer.

       "Of course, if you had trouble with ladies, just ask me. I can help
you."

       Finnegan chuckled, "Not that kind of problem," he looked around the
empty bar and then leaned in conspiratory, "My lady had a problem. She had
been mulling around and being soppy, and when we fucked, her clit doesn't
get as hard as usual."

       The "clit" in question was a 7" cut cock of Lady Karla. Damien
seemed taken aback by the genuine question, but he did seem pondering the
answer. "I do think I didn't see her around as much as other ladies. Did
you not allow her to go to the feasts?"

       "Yeah, there is no need for her to be looking for cocks, I got all
she needs!" Finnegan slapped his own crotch hard.

       "It's not just about cock. She needed to talk to her own peers. Lady
Karla was, well, a very promising knight and she had a lot of people
admiring her before. To suddenly be locked away in her room, I think she
needs fresh air."

       "I tried to convince her to fuck on the piers but she refused."

       Damien took a deep breath, losing his patience, "Not to
fuck. Everything doesn't have to be about fucking. How about this, why
don't I ask Empress Isabela to make Lady Karla her lady-in- waiting? In the
meantime, you can bring her to the feast. It's not like anyone dares to
fuck her when you're around, and you attend the feast every night
anyway. That way, she can at least entertain herself."

       "I told you, if she needs entertainment, all she needs to do is ask,
I can fuck her all she wants."

       "You can't fuck her in her room when you're fucking someone else in
the party."

       Finnegan slumped his shoulder and drank a full shot of the "milk",
"Man, married life is tough."

       "Tell me about it. My fucking wife is trying to get into both
Sullivan and Declan's pants. She'd be lucky if their bitches want her."

       "You don't seem to mind your wife fucking around? I mean we do know
Frankish are bitches." Finnegan asked like it was a normal thing to ask
someone to their face.

       Damien knew the stupid brute didn't mean it as an insult, but man,
if he didn't imagine how tight Finnegan's muscle cunt would be. "It's not
about being bitches. She's still my wife, and I do care for a bit. Besides,
she is useful. I just hope she won't get Sullivan's attention, I don't know
what he'd do to my family. At least for Declan, he'll just pump and dump
her, and I'll get a fucking stud for a son."

       Finnegan laughed, "Tell you what, if this is work between me and my
wife, I'll fuck your wife and give you that son."

       "And lifetime free drinks, and I get to make your son my
cocksucker." Damien bargained without a hint of being insulted or slighted
by the offer.

       "Hah! Deal! But let me tell you, I don't breed bitches for son!"

       They clanked their glasses and drank a full glass of beer, while
Cian shook his head and went on his way to train the regiment.

       The studies lasted for a day and on most days, Cian's routines
remained the same. Study in the morning until noon, and then train, then
attend feast at night. Damien and Finnegan also became closer each time
they met for Cian's study, and as per Damien's advice, Karla also began
attending feasts again. She seemed to be in a better mood and Finnegan
poured more and more liquors for Damien during their study.

.

       Damien's life had never been better. He started as a jester, being
the joke to the whole court, and his nemesis suddenly died, leaving his
slut of a son in charge of bringing a bunch of sex-crazed barbarians into
the court. Who would've thought a slut would lead the court better than the
devout warrior? Certainly not Damien.

       Now he got free drinks everywhere, prized pussies like an
all-you-can-eat buffet, and the best part, a bunch of knightly muscle
cunts. He couldn't believe all this time, his ass was still a virgin.

Sure, he had eaten his own son's ass and gave him a slurpy double while he
was at it, but his ass was still untouched. Well, that wouldn't be
appropriate. Damien had done a couple of ass-action, just not penetration,
yet.

       Like right as he was thinking about his life, he was currently
having his ass eaten by Marshall Baptiste who before hated his guts. Maybe
this whole time, all Baptiste wanted was the waste inside Damien's gut
because that was what it felt like when the man ate his ass like he had
been starving for weeks. Damien likes to think that way anyway.

       They were 69-ing, sitting, with Damien sitting on Baptiste's face
while Baptiste had his body upturned while his ass and tight pink fucker
were eaten by Damien. Damien couldn't hold Baptiste's body, so Baptiste had
to hold himself upright by pulling his legs by the thighs. They were high
as kites like they always are whenever they sneaked into Louis's drug
storage.

       Damien pulled his tongue out of Bapstiste's vacuuming hole, "See,
just a few days ago, you don't want to eat my ass and think it was
dirty. Now you can't even smoke a drug without eating my ass before and
after. By the way, my ass is dirty, I haven't washed it for a day and it is
all sweaty," he rubbed the pinkish hole around with his fingers and watched
it shivering.

       "Fucker!" Baptiste said but kept munching Damien's ass afterward.

       "Don't act like you don't like it!" Damien bounced his hole on
Baptiste's lapping tongue, then suddenly Baptiste pushed Damien over so now
he was laying on his stomach. Baptiste planted his face on Damien's crack
and lathered his tongue up and down the crack wiping it of its sweat,
before stopping to drill the asshole. Damien was moaning on the floor, his
legs folded upward trying to press Baptiste's head deeper.

       After an eternity of pleasure, Baptiste finished his meal and wiped
his mouth, saying, "It wasn't enough."

       "Huh?"

       "The sweat wasn't enough. You need to sweat more. I'll take you
running in the morning from now on."

       "How about you eat my shit?"

       He didn't know since when he dared to talk crassly to Baptiste, but
he did. Before, he would lose his head literally if he ever said that to
Baptiste. Now, the Marshall just laughed and said, "Fucker," and spanked
him right on the hole.

       Damien turned around and his 8" hard cock was sticking out just like
Baptiste's 6". The fact that he had a bigger cock than Baptiste seemed also
smoothen out their relationship. The Duke of Normandy would just idly touch
Damien's cock and jerk it lightly, just like right then.

       Usually, they would have a quick paper-rock-scissor to decide who
will be the submissive in the frotting session followed right after,
Baptiste always lost. Damien also noted that when their mood and the moment
just somehow skipped the game straight to frotting, Baptiste was naturally
submissive and let Damien "fuck" him. He had a different plan for that day
tho.

       "So, when will you let me piss in your ass?"

       "Fuck, I told you. It's disgusting!"

       "That's the point of the bet! To do something you're unwilling to
do! Who knows you might like it like you love eating my ass? People had
been calling you unfun and pussy for chickening out on a bet."

       "WHO!?"

       "Everyone! Including me!" Damien knew Baptiste held people he cared
about in such high regard, so he had been testing the water with that line
to see where he stood with him.

       A couple of times during their game session at feasts he tried to
make Baptiste sit in front of him to play. At first, Baptiste always
refused, and then nights after insisting every night and getting closer to
the man, Damien somehow managed to pull the bulky man into his
lap. Baptiste was crushing Damien so he had him sit on the seat while
Damien spread his legs apart. Then Baptiste's refused because he could feel
Damien's dick. But he was willing to sit for some time. Then nights after,
Baptiste finally remained sitting on Damien's lap for the whole game
session, when he wasn't doing forfeit of course. Then on one fateful night,
Damien got extremely frisky and daring, he whispered into Baptiste's ear
"Grind your fat ass harder on my cock, I swear I could feel your cunt
through my pants", and Baptiste's response was, "Fucker," as he did as
Damien's ask. It was then he knew Baptiste held him higher than anyone.

       "Gah!" Baptiste was visibly upset, but when Damien said he was
disappointed, he looked more frustrated than angry.

       "You know, I have an idea that might help you with this
aversion. But you had to hear me out first."

       Baptiste looked at him with one of his eyebrows raised, "What?"

       "Drink my piss."

       "Why don't I punch your face?"

       "No, listen to me! You think carrying piss in your ass is disgusting
right? Then the only way for you to not be disgusted by it, is by doing
something more disgusting, and drinking piss is more disgusting, right?"

       Gear started turning in Baptiste's head, but he wasn't convinced
yet.

       "I know you think it's disgusting, but that's the whole point of
training! Besides, it could be our first best friend's secret! That you
drink my piss!"

       "Best friend secret?" Damien swore he saw Baptiste's eyes turn
dreamy and sparky for a second.

       "Yeah! Secret that you don't tell anyone but your best friend. Don't
you have that with Charles?"

       Baptiste seemed thoughtful for a second and then he perked up like
he wanted to say something, but stopped and looked at Damien suspiciously.

       "I am your best friend, so his secrets are mine as well."

       "That makes sense. So, we had these secret fights we always did as a
kid, Joseph, Charles, and I, and we fight naked and the loser had to drink
our glass full of cum?"

       "What? Cum?" That was new, Damien thought.

       "Yeah. Our strong manly seed. Charles said he read a book that could
help the weakest grow stronger. He always lost tho, so he had to drink the
cum glass. I always won." Baptiste flexed his guns at Damien and grabbed
Damien's hand to touch it.

       "Wow."

       "Yeah, hey maybe that could help you grow some muscle."

       "Ehem, maybe. Is that the only secret? You guys seemed to be not
that close."

       "Fuck! Let me remember it first, you dickwad. How about this, I
discovered during our fight that Joseph has sensitive nipples, so it was
good to keep him distracted. And his Achilles' heel is his balls. You grab
it, and he'll do anything. I once had him dunked the entire chamberpot
filled with my piss on him. You should've seen his face! He was upset, but
it was the price of losing! Hahaha!"

Baptiste slapped his stomach, but his laugh suddenly stopped when he
noticed Damien's judging eyes looking at him. He surprisingly understood.

       "Ehem, anyway, Charles's weakness is his ass. One slapped right on
the hole and his solid posture crumbled. It couldn't be helped, he had a
bowel problem. That's why sometimes we had to help him rub his asshole at
night. He loved using a rough sack, but sometimes even the side of your
palm was enough. Sometimes we did it to tease him as well. Joseph holding
his legs up, and I shined his ass with my hand!"

       "Oh!" Baptiste seemed to remember something. At first, he wasn't
sure whether to tell Damien or not, and Damien was about to open his mouth
when Baptiste suddenly crawled beside him and leaned his head, "There is
also another secret, he loved smelling loin-cloth, and not women's
breeches. He loved men's breeches. He would take my used breeches and sleep
with it when we studied at Brittany. He's been smelling our loin-cloth ever
since. When he became the emperor and I am a duke, he told me, and Joseph,
to wear the same breeches while traveling, not to wash, and then gave it to
him. He slept at night with loin clothes plastered to his face. Don't tell
Joseph, but he told me he liked mine the best. So, I took that one
particular breeches he had been smelling to sleep and used it whenever I go
running, hunting, or traveling, I even wiped my balls and ass after sex
with it. I swear he was blushing when I gave them back to him telling when
I did with the breeches."

       Baptiste chuckled, and then suddenly continued, "I still have the
breeches with me.

Sometimes I smell it when I am bored."

       Damien enjoyed the silence before breaking it with, "Disgusting."

       "Fuck off!" Baptiste slapped Damien's stomach lightly as they
laughed.

       "That's what I said! You do disgusting things with best friends!
C'mon, we don't have a single secret! Let it be the first one! Drink my
fucking piss!"

       Baptiste's eyebrows furrowed for a few seconds then said, "Fuck it."
He kneeled in front of Damien opening his mouth as wide as he could.

       Damien, not wanting to give the chance given, stood and hovered his
cock over Baptiste's mouth. "Wrapped your lips around my cock." Damien
pushed his luck.

       "Nah, that would be sucking. I am not a cocksucker." Baptiste said
remaining open his mouth.

       Damien, who suddenly found courage somewhere, decided to push
Baptiste even further by grabbing his head, saying, "No, this is sucking,"
then slammed Baptiste's open mouth into his 8" hard cock.

       Baptiste's eyes turned white as his virgin throat was suddenly
blocked by a huge cock. His veins bulging out like they were about to pop
out as his face suddenly turned red. Damien held Baptiste's head there as
he choked and splattered his cock with saliva, before letting go.

       "Now you are a cocksucker." Damien propped his hand on his waist
while his slimy cock was jumping around from excitement. He had pushed his
luck to breach the Marshal's virgin throat, now it was the judgment day. He
tried to maintain a cocky smile as he looked down at Baptiste's red face
coughing.

       Baptiste suddenly laughed, and Damien thought he was safe, that was
until suddenly the huge man pounced on him, threw him on the floor, pried
his mouth open, and slammed his 6" cock inside. Baptiste made himself
comfortable on top of Damien's body and let all of his weight rest on him
in a 69 position with him on top.

       "How's that, cocksucker?" Baptiste playfully wiggled his hips.

       Damien was choking at the sudden intrusion and all he could see was
Baptiste's balls. It took him a couple of seconds but he was able to adapt
to the cock. It got him thinking how he was such a natural
cocksucker. Perhaps he was and he just never figured it out. He always
liked sucking cock before, and if only male prostitutes weren't pricier he
would've been sucking more cocks. It was then that he realized perhaps, he
had been holding himself as well. Now, Louis had come bringing the Leinster
to break down their walls, he might as let Baptiste destroy his throat.

       At first, Baptiste was only trying to give Damien a taste of his own
medicine, but he didn't bank on the throat and suddenly felt that
good. When his cock suddenly felt the welcoming massage, his hip was moving
on its own slamming the cock in and out of the throat while the tongue
lapped at his shaft. He moved their position sideways and craned his neck
to watch his hips slamming into Damien's welcoming mouth. Damien also
bobbed his head on cock.

       Baptiste wanted to think about their situation, but he had a simple
mind. When there was pleasure, there was no space for thinking. Playfully,
he held his cock with only his head inside Damien's mouth. He moaned when
Damien's tongue suddenly flicked at his slit. Sex with his wife wasn't this
good. He had used her mouth, but it was nowhere near this good. It was
merely pumped and dumped when he didn't want her to get pregnant.

       What they were doing, however, was pleasure. So, he stopped playing
around and enjoyed himself. He returned his position on top of Damien and
slammed his hip down. He was skullfucking Damien who expertly licked the
entire shaft as it passed by, even reaching the balls when the cock was
throat-deep.

       Baptiste turned his attention to something he had been desiring deep
within his balls, Damien's asshole. He had been eating it regularly, but he
knew he had been holding himself back. He always pushing and teasing at the
hole, but when he was about to go deeper, he chickened out. He didn't think
anymore, and let his desires run wild.

       He kissed the puckered hole lightly and watched it shivering, then
he extended his tongue and tickled it with the tip. When his tongue felt
the flesh relaxing, he plastered his mouth on the hole as his tongue
drilled Damien's asshole open.

       Even Damien could tell that Baptiste didn't intend on eating his
ass, but tongue-fucking it instead. Damien also finally realized that, as
the tongue moved around his ass prying it open, even Baptiste's tongue was
fucking muscular. Even fleshy and flexible, Damien's ass could feel the
hard muscle on the tongue as it grazed and pushed on the nerves inside his
ass, sending electric shivers across his body which made his throat
convulsed even more. The deeper the tongue dug, the wilder Baptiste got.

       Baptiste slammed his cock harder and harder as Damien's choked every
single slam. He got Baptiste's blonde's pubic everywhere on his face and it
was very noticeable on his dark hair.

       It was when Damien suddenly slammed his fingers right up Baptiste's
ass, straight on the joy button, a position he, and the rest of the game
partners, were well-acquainted with since getting the rest of the table
punching their fingers straight into his bitch button was his warming up
punishment.

       Baptiste who was high as a kite and edging himself couldn't hold
himself any longer and dumped his cum straight into Damien's gut. His ass
muscle was crushing Damien's finger as he cum, it was only after 8 spurts
that Damien felt the muscle finally relaxed. When he pulled away, the cock
was still spurting small bits of cum into the tongue.

       Unsatisfied, Damien who still had his finger on Baptiste's prostate
pressed harder to churn out more cum, which succeeded. Baptiste groaned as
more cum was being forced out of him until Damien released the pressure,
but his finger was still inside.

       Baptiste moved to lay on his back beside Damien whose finger was
still on his prostate.

       "I hope now I can get some muscle," Damien said after a moment of
silence, laughing with Baptiste.

       They fell silent again, and then Damien felt his cock was covered by
something warm. He craned his neck to look down and found Baptiste had also
craned his head to nurse on the head of his cock. Damien looked up at the
ceiling.

       With a winning smile and a finger inside his former nemesis's
purring ass, he released a satisfying stream of piss into the wanting
mouth. He never thought pissing could feel that good or that gulping could
sound so beautiful. It wasn't a waste saving his morning piss and went
drinking like mad that morning.

       Life was good.

.

	Until it wasn't which was not that long after.

	It was on a cold dawn when Damien broke into the Leinster's barrack
screaming, "Help! He's going to kill me!" barging straight into Cian's
bedroom.

      Despite his screams, however, Leinster was sleeping like a log. All
of them were sleeping naked on their wooden beds which were separated into
two sections. The left side was for Sullivan while the right side for
Declan. Sullivan's side only had beds while Declan's had a huge dining
table, game tables, and training gear, thanks to their winning bets against
Sullivan's group. They didn't win everything, however, as they lost the
chamberpot arrangement that resulted in the chamberpots being placed next
to their living quarters and cleaning duties. So, whenever Declan's group
was playing games or eating, usually breakfast because they couldn't escape
it, Sullivan's group would have a bathroom break right next to Declan's
men. And because Declan's men were also in charge of cleaning duties,
Sullivan's men would just wake up, edge their cock to the side of the bed,
and piss right on the floor letting Declan's men clean it up.

      Sullivan was still sleeping with a bitch riding his cock, which the
bitch did all night long, while Declan was already awake and exercising. He
was always a morning owl and he wasn't a sex maniac like Declan, so he only
used his bitch once when he woke up to take care of his morning wood before
passing him to his best friend Fennec. The frail man was always sleeping
beside Declan ever since they were a child, and Declan always gave him a
sloppy second in the morning, sometimes Declan was the one who asked for
Fennec's sloppy second. While Declan exercised, Fennec continued fucking
Declan's bitch on the bed.

      Damien, a muscle cunt enthusiast, would've rather enjoyed strolling
across the room full of manly asses with various shapes, from bubble fat
asses to small tight muscle asses, most of them were hairy since Leinster
worshipped body hair as a sign of manliness, at their most vulnerable
state, sleeping on their stomach naked letting their tight virgin studly
holes breathed. Sadly, he didn't have the luxury as he was chased by
Finnegan whose face had a clear handprint mark on it. When Damien said
Finnegan was going to kill him, he wasn't exaggerating.

      Cian was rudely woken up by Finnegan chasing Damien around his room,
and he had to help Damien unless Cian wanted Finnegan to also destroy his
room while trying to murder Damien. So with the help of Declan and some
other men, Cian managed to wake up, and no small thanks to Finnegan
focusing on Damien leaving himself vulnerable, Cian succeeded in tying the
ginger hunky gorilla to a chair.

      It was after much screaming and shouting that Cian finally understood
the problem. Karla slapped Finnegan the moment he mentioned being
Isabella's lady-in-waiting screaming, "I much rather die than be the woman
that I am not!"

      So, there they three were in the room, sitting on an expensive sofa
within Karla and Finnegan's opulent room, facing Karla who stayed naked
refusing to wear lady clothes.

      "So... Lady Karla..." Damien gulped when Karla glared at him
menacingly, "Uhm, Karl..." It was Finnegan turned slamming his fist on the
coffee table in front, "Whatever, I would like to explain that it was my
suggestion to Finnegan to let you work as Isabella's lady-in-waiting
because I noticed you seemed lonely in here. I also told him to let you
socialize at the feast, and you seemed happy. May I ask what is bothering
you? Perhaps, there is something else that Finnegan can try to please you?
I swear he only has your best interest at heart." It was a bit of
exaggeration, but he'd say anything to get Finnegan off his back.

      "The problem, my lord, is that I am not a lady! I am a male and a
knight with cock and balls between my legs!"

      "If your cock and balls are such a problem, let's just cut it. I am
sure that Chinese doctor knows how!" Finnegan said veins bulging out of his
neck.

      "See! This is what I meant! You want to cut my cock! I will not let
you take the last dignity I have! I much rather die! Just kill me, I am not
afraid of you, not anymore!"

      Finnegan didn't say anything, only slammed his fist on the coffee
table harder breaking it.

      "Okay, I see the problem. Finnegan, do you want to cut his, err, your
wife's cock?"

      "No! I quite like the little clitty! That's how I know my wife is
happy!"

      "If that's the case, then Karla, ehm, Karl, what if Finnegan promises
that he will never cut your cock? Will that be fine? As far as I see, you
don't seem to have a problem with your status with him itself. And you
can't deny Finnegan had been doing you and your family right. You do know
that your sister and mother are the only women who aren't pregnant in the
court right now, right?"

Damien was hedging his word trying his best not to sound imposing or
threatening, but he did point out the threat and benefit that Finnegan
posed to him and his family.

      Karla seemed to be in a deep thought, he bit his lips which made
Finnegan soften his fist.

Finnegan suddenly reached for Karla's lips and caressed them gently.

      "Fine," Karla suddenly said, "But it's going to a be vow under the
Crown's protection! And I want to add other clauses. My name is Karl, not
Karla! And you'll allow me to go and have my life!  Including wielding a
sword and training as a knight. In return, I will wear whatever clothes you
want me to wear."

      Finnegan wasn't an idiot like Sullivan or even Baptiste. His mind
wasn't all about fighting and he wasn't just assuming that wife should be a
woman. He really wanted Karl to be his woman because he loved Karl in
women's clothing. Giving Karl a new name and a new identity was a way for
him to make Karl his, but he couldn't deny the moments where he felt most
fulfilled and their sex was mind-blowingly amazing were when Karl
reciprocated his feelings and enjoyed what they were doing as much as
Finnegan. When he knew Karl wasn't forced to be his, but rather was his all
along, he felt magnificent. But he couldn't shake the feeling of losing
control of someone, his pride was a little bit hurt.

      "C'mon, do it for your wife, I know you care for him. Besides, it's
your chance to get that boat fuck you always wanted."

      Candle lighted up inside Finnegan's head, as he grabbed Karla by the
mouth, "And I get to fuck you. Whenever I want, everywhere I want. Guess
you're still getting more than me huh, sex and your liberty."

      Karl shook his head away from Finnegan's hand sulking, but Finnegan
caught him back, "Don't act like it's not true." He smirked.

      Karl replied by sucking on Finnegan's thumb, making the man moaned.

      "Fuck, let's get that boat fuck." Finnegan carried Karl's naked body
on his shoulder, spanking the ass as he took one piece of clothing from the
drawer.

      It was a red tank top nightgown that was currently famous among the
ladies at the court.

Finnegan was right, Karl's neck-length hair that he hadn't cut ever since
he was married to Finnegan made him look really feminine and sultry under
the nightgown, and his hard 7" cut cock was bouncing as he rode Finnegan's
7" uncut ginger cock while the man lounged on the boat.

      Both Cian and Damien saw the couple going at it until noon from the
royal pavilion near the pier, the entire length of their study session that
day. He clearly had managed to turn what was a disaster into an opportunity
to win Finnegan's favor.

.

      After a few days, Karl didn't actually mind being called Karla
again. But he did come back to train as a knight and resuming his duty. He
wore women's clothes when he wasn't training. It wasn't a problem when he
got back to train with the much macho knight because he punched everyone
who tried or even passive-aggressively made fun of him before Finnegan
broke their teeth later.

Zuzhong had many knights coming for him to rebind their teeth back.

      Although Karla, or Karl, started wearing women's clothes by being
forced, it did start a fashion choice among the court after a few
months. First only at court, and later extended to the whole realm and
beyond. Unknowingly, years later, the said fashion choice started the idea
of identity, among many other ideas, which would put Francia forward as the
pinnacle of culture in the whole of Europe.

.

       It was in one particular cold day the court had a sudden visitation
from very surprising guests.

       Pepin was running around frantically after receiving a report from
Lord Rhine, and the court was closed that day. The regent was allowed to
open the court and answer some minor pleas, but that day it seemed that
Pepin had a bigger problem. No one was suspecting the sudden appearance of
the pregnant beauty Arycelle Montgomery and her mysterious absolutely
stunningly beautiful Ellio Labelle. He was as stunning as the rumor made
him be. With his eye-length messy curly black hair, indifferent and cold
demeanor, milky white skin, and soft pink lips, he stunned everyone who
watched him enter the hall, men and women. Cian saw the Leinsters crowding
the windows at the hall to peek at the two famous beauties, especially
Ellio, even Declan had his cheeks plastered on Sullivan's just to get a
look at Ellio. Even Baptiste who was shouting at people stopped and looked
at Ellio with an open mouth while a tent was forming on his crotch.

       He looked a lot like Louis, only smaller, paler, and with a
black-haired. Cian still thought Louis was the better-looking one, but he
knew if Patrick got as much as a glance at the black bitch, there will be
another trouble in paradise. Although he refused to admit it, his cock did
tent thinking how similar they would be with a cock up their bussy.

       Behind the two were two knights, one a very noticeable white-haired
giant who seemed to be in his twenties, who he later knew was Merangue, a
name given to him by Ellio and Arycelle after picking him from a wandering
gypsy. His mind was impaired and he seemed to be attached to both Arycelle
and Ellio. The other knight was Edward Kent, a knight from York. He was in
his mid-thirties and had been serving Ellio for 5 years. He had
chestnut-brown hair and a mustache under a crooked nose with a pair of
beautiful green eyes. Merangue, ignoring his abnormal giant body and small
head, was also handsome albeit not charismatic like Edward. His white hair
was shaved short in a buzz cut, while his oblivious absent-minded
expression was always cute.

       Behind both of them, two other ladies entered. The old, yet still
majestic, Lady Selena Florent, who was in her forties wearing a head
covering and long gown, carried a baby boy with her, with another stunning
beauty, Amelle Labelle who was a teenager and was ripe for picking. He knew
the Leinster cocks were hardening just from seeing her. Vincent who arrived
shortly after hearing the arrival of the Labelle rushed to Amelle and
pulled her away. Nobody saw them after, but the Labelle wasn't worried at
all. Vincent was her childhood friend. Isabella quickly rushed from her
chamber, as fast as she could considering her pregnant belly.

       "Oh my god! Is that your baby? A year had passed and you just
brought him here?" Isabella rushed, "Look at him! He's really cute!"

       The baby didn't have pale skin, and instead of black hair, he had
auburn hair just like her mother, a crooked nose, and a pair of green
eyes. Both Arycelle and Ellio had black eyes, and even a year old, the baby
clearly resembled Sir Edward Kent more than Ellio. Nobody mentioned
anything, however.

       "I am sorry, your highness. I was unwell after my first pregnancy."

       "Oh, drop it! We're friends! But you've been busy making the second
one. Oh my god, don't you only in your second trimester, your belly as huge
as mine!"

       Arycelle's pregnant belly was indeed huge, she was only in her
second trimester, and it was already as huge as Isabella's in the third
trimester.

       Pepin also greeted them and stood beside Isabella.

       "My lord, your highness. As you can see my wife's pregnancy is
peculiar, her belly develops fast and our physician couldn't tell the cause
but he said it might be dangerous for her. I heard the court employs a
master physician with foreign knowledge. May I ask for his service? Maybe
he could explain what happened to my wife and help her."

       "Of course! Guards! Help her to the physician's room." Isabella
shouted, but it wasn't the guard who came. Sullivan and Declan suddenly
appeared behind both Ellio and Arycelle and without saying a word, both of
them carried the couple in their arms, Sullivan carried Arycelle while
Declan carried Ellio.

       "I don't need to be carried," Ellio said, surprised, but his voice
as cold as ice.

       "Don't worry, my lord, you don't need to be shy with me! Emperor
Louis brings us here to serve the realm and their lords' needs." Declan
pushed a finger deep inside Ellio's covered ass as he said that making him
whimpered. Arycelle also had Sullivan's fingers pushing through her covered
pussy.

       They carried them to the physician's room and were told to leave by
Zuzhong, while the door was guarded by Ellio's knights. There was no
secret, however, since the room had a huge ass window with a clear view of
Arycelle standing naked beside her husband, naked as well.

       Zuzhong was feeling up Arycelle's pregnant belly, then moved to
Ellio after telling her to open her labia so he could see. He didn't even
glance at her after he said that, and the ones who stared right into her
pussy were the audience across the window in front of Arycelle.

       Zuzhong moved behind Ellio, whose hands were covering his groin, and
moved the hands away so his hardening 4" cut cock was also visible to the
peeping toms. He then parted Ellio's legs apart so the baron's smooth pale
white ball sack was even more visible. He told Ellio to play with his
nipples, which the baron did quietly even though his pale white cheeks were
blushing.

       "The reason why the belly is that big is because the baby boy inside
her inherits his father's gigantism."

       Ellio remained quiet for a few seconds before answering, "I see."

       "It won't be a problem for now, but the birthing might be difficult
so we will prepare her from now. I'll prescribe her some medications and
I'll give you the recipes. She produces quite a lot of breastmilk, so two
babies won't be a problem. That being said, you need to stop the other two
big babies from drinking it when the second one comes out."

       Ellio wondered how the physician knew about all of this
information. Even in his court, only Ellio and Arycelle knew about Merangue
and Edward hogging Arycelle's breastmilk.

       Convincing Merangue would be easy since the boy would do anything
Ellio said, Edward, however, would rather let his own son starve than not
nursing on Arycelle, Ellio thought.

       They all watched as the Han physician milked Arycelle then finger
fucked her and rested her on a bed, and then told the naked Ellio to lie on
a bed. Zuzhong moved the bed so it was next to the window and Ellio's legs
were facing the window. He climbed on Ellio's body and sat on his bare
butt, thanks to his waist-length robe, on Ellio's face. Slowly, he opened
the legs apart and pulled them up until the tight pink star was revealed
under the smooth beautiful ballsack. Ellio's cock was hardening as well.

       Everyone leaned in closer to the glass pane, somehow already naked,
both Declan and Sullivan who had the first row even had their noses pulled
up like a pig by the glass pane. The studs all tried to get between
Sullivan and Declan, they didn't care that other studs' cock leaking on
their skin as long as they got to watch. Sullivan didn't even care when
Declan climbed on his body to get better looked and rubbed his cockhead on
his hairy crack. They all focused on Ellio's winking starfish that they
didn't even notice Karl Meyer, the painter, was behind them sketching the
studs' tight asses. When they didn't react when Karl touched the ass, he
began liberally pulling the cheeks apart to get a good look at the studs'
tight hole for his drawing.

       They all drooled when Zuzhong began fingering Ellio's tight hole.

       "Interesting. I would've thought you'd be looser than this
considering the baby's father's cock was ginormous. I knew the giant has a
huge one since his baby inside her womb already form a cock even though it
is not the time yet."

        They all gasped and almost nutted when Zuzhong pulled the tight
hole apart showing the pink flesh inside.

       "You are as elastic as the emperor. I wonder if you share ancestry
with him. It might explain both of your youthful skin as well." Ellio
mumbled something in response into Zuzhong's ass who ground his ass even
more onto the handsome man's face.

       He fucked Ellio with his finger for a minute before changing his
finger from a different hand.

The movement was quick and methodical. It didn't look like he was trying to
hit the bitch button inside either, but from the shaking on Ellio's legs,
it seemed he felt pleasure nonetheless. Then he eased into two fingers,
changing his movement from jabbing around to what looked like a clawing
move, it was as if Zhuzhong was trying to dig Ellio's ass out. Like before
he was alternating between hands. Then after a few minutes, he suddenly
used both hands, two fingers hooking inside Ellio's ass, and then pulled it
apart. Ellio's legs were shaking, and his soft scream was muffled under
Zhuzhong's ass. Unlike the last time when the hole only opened in a small
circle, this time Zuzhong opened it as wide as a big fist. They all could
see the reddish flesh tunnel spasming and gaping like it was trying to
swallow. Where most people inside looked bizarre and some might even say
disgusting, Ellio somehow looked beautiful. Strange, but beautiful, as if
even his innards were weaved in a beautiful unworldly design. It was
strangely erotic to see the most secretive place of someone so reclusive
like Ellio.

       Zuzhong reached for a small tube bottle sealed with cloth in his
table, before pulling Ellio's ass upward, contorting the surprisingly
flexible body.

       "I see, one of your men must love this position." The doctor said,
revealing Ellio's sex secret.

       Zuzhong pulled the cloth sealing off and then poured a sticky white
liquid inside Ellio's gaping ass.

       "Fuck! That is my cum I filled in for him for my health check-up
yesterday!" Finn shouted.

       Sullivan suddenly opened the window, breaking the lock, "Hey, Big
Dong! If you give him my cum, I'll let give you my fucking cum any time you
want as much as you want! Fuck, I'll let you fucking milk my balls dry!"

       "Fuck him! My cum is better! Get my cum inside him and you'll be
under my protection! I even let you sit with me at the bar and give me my
ass shot!" Declan shouted as well.

       "Fuck you, boy! Me and my lads are stronger than him! My men produce
better cum, all yours! Fuck, whatever you need, muscle, bitches, I got
it. Pick your side well, big Dong!"

       "Big Dong" was the nickname the courtiers gave Zuzhong because his
name was too hard to be pronounced, well they only called him that when
they wanted something or were afraid of his needles and medications. Most
of the time, they would call him "Small Dong".

       Zuzhong reached into his cabinet again and pulled out two tube
bottles. He opened the first one and pointed to Sullivan before dunking the
yellow-whitish smelly a little bit runny liquid inside Ellio, then he
pointed out at Declan before dunking the very thick pearly white liquid
that almost looked like a jelly from the second bottle inside as well.

       They all watched as Sullivan's cum disappeared straight into Ellio's
gaping fleshing hole like piss in a drain, then when Declan's thick cum was
dropped, the inside hole was munching on the jelly-like cum. Without the
window separating them, everyone could hear Ellio's muffled sultry moan as
his hole was fed cum from three different strangers.

       Zuzhong then kneaded Ellio's ass like he was kneading a lump of
clay, and magically, Ellio's gaping hole sealed shut. He leaned the ass to
the window, closed to Sullivan and Declan's head which were inside the
room, and slapped the hole hard as if to show how tight he closed the hole
before resting Ellio's ass down. He wasn't done, however.

       The studs, some with heads were also inside the room, edged
themselves watching Zuzhong jerking Ellio's 4" cut cock hard. Sullivan and
Declan's heads were next to the sweating balls and it was a wonder they
didn't leap inside and fucked Ellio. Both of them noted that Ellio's sweaty
musk was surprisingly pleasant.

       Ellio tried to hold his moan, but when he was about to cum, he let
out a small cute shriek, "I... I am cumming!"

        Zuzhong quickly grabbed another bottle, empty this time, and filled
it with Ellio's cum.

       Without even letting Ellio rest, he had the two Labelle knights, who
were surprised at the state of their lord and lady but remained silent and
carried the naked nobles for physical treatment.

He had them placed on top of a table he already prepared in front of his
physician's office's yard. It was quite a large courtyard, and in the
middle, on top of the prepared table Arycelle and Ellio were ordered to
bask under the sun naked. The knights held each of the nobles to hold their
legs up and apart so their holes and genitals were facing the sun. Both of
them also had to wrap their arms up to their back so their pits were also
touched by the sunlight.

       Needless to say, the Leinster regiments, the soldiers, and even the
knights moved their practice to in front of Arycelle and Ellio, with
Sullivan, Declan, and Baptiste hogging the front row.

Ellio's pale skin turned redder both from the heat and shame and his cock
was hard and leaking. His pleasant musky sweat from his pits, balls, and
ass sweat got everyone riled even more. Sullivan, Declan, and Baptiste who
were doing push up in front of their ass always took an audible deep breath
whenever they were pushing up. He could feel the stares of the people like
a pack of wolves drooling for a piece of meat. His ass convulsed even more,
both from fear and sudden excitement he was unwilling to admit. If it
wasn't for Zuzhong forbidding them from penetration of any kind, Ellio and
Arycelle's holes would be flooded with gallons of cum.

       Of course, Cian knew better than to go against the wishes of a bunch
of collared horndogs.

He let them train there. It was good that the knights and the soldiers
trained with them because when it became too much, the studs could just
look for a nearby hole to dump their load in. By evening when the sun had
just set, the Labelle was preparing to leave. Arycelle was escorted by
Edward while Ellio went with Merangue.

       Cian was walking to the dining hall when Isabella suddenly stopped
him. She was surrounded by her ladies-in-waiting all had a man on their arm
each. Isabella herself had both Lord Jean and Marlon Rhine at her
side. Marlon, in his expensive embroidered red tunic and trousers, looked
handsome and formal even in his night attire thanks to his short sweptback
black hair while his thick goatee and confident black eyes gave him a more
mature look than his father had. He would've looked mature if his eyes
weren't glued to Isabela's visible tits under her translucent short
nightgown. He looked just like another pervert. Marlon had his arm around
Isabella cupping her breast while his other hand reached under cupping her
pussy; he was helping her walk by "supporting" her. Jean, on the other
hand, was looking like a proper silver fox, though he only had a little bit
of silver lines on his short sweptback black hair. He had a full shaved
beard and mustache that had grown a bit. He was walking beside Isabela and
looking smugly at people he passed while one of his hands was cupping
Isabella's ass. If Marlon had his 5" cut cock tenting obscenely in front of
his trouser, Jean had his hard 5" cut cock making a fine upward line
instead.

       "Cian!" Isabella called him.

       Jean's smug smile disappeared as soon as he saw Cian. He looked down
but then tried to maintain his composure as a duke. When their eyes met,
Jean bit his lower lip. He might strut like a cock, but his pussy knew when
a real cock pass by. Even Marlon straightened up, taking his hand away from
Isabella's pussy, but his hand on her breast remained unconsciously
kneading it. Marlon wasn't as much of a slut as his father.

       "Yes, my lady. You looking fine this night, I hope Lord Rhine and
his son keeping you happy."

Cian said taking one of Isabella's hands and kissing it, with his voice
carrying a hint of threat to the Rhine. He also knew Isabella loved to be
buttered up.

       "Oh, Cian. I am! Lord Rhine and Marlon made sure to visit me the
moment they arrived here.

I am flattered."

       "Of course, your highness. His majesty was very graceful with my
youngest unmarried daughter's frivolous wanton late-night activity to which
I am forever in his debt. I am merely repaying my debt bit by bit by being
in your service, my lady." Jean replied with his deep baritone daddy's
voice close to Isabela's ear.

       "Oh, my lord! You shouldn't have thought of it as a wanton activity!
We are merely having fun. Think of it as a fun late-night activity that
fulfills your needs, the emperor believes that one shouldn't be punished
just for having fun especially if it's to fulfill our needs and relieve our
tension!  Without stress, we all will be happy. Don't you think so?"

         "My lady, how smart you are. I would've never thought so. I guess
I have too many tensions that need relieving like you said. I hope you
don't mind helping me relieve my tension and I would release yours. I would
be honored if you grant me the opportunity to make you happy." He said
lifting Isabela's hand that Cian kissed and kissed right on the spot where
Cian's lips were all the while looking straight into Cian's eyes.

       Cian had to admit, the man knew how to butter up people more than he
ever could.

       "My lord! Oh, I almost forgot. Cian, I hope you don't mind bringing
some people to carry a few chests from the warehouse to Arycelle's
carriage."

       "Of course, my lady, right away."

       The chest wasn't a lot nor it was huge, so Cian decided he himself
was enough to carry it.

Labelle's entourage came with two carriages and a wagon. One royal carriage
was for Ellio and Arycelle, while the other was for Selena and Amelle. The
wagon where they carried provisions and the people was already full, so
Cian had to carry them to Ellio's royal carriage since it had a place to
tie the chest at the back. Cian was in the middle of covering the chests
when he noticed a window at the back of the carriage where he could peer
inside, so he did. Somehow, he wasn't surprised to find Arycelle, totally
naked, breastfeeding her son and Sir Edward while the knight used one hand
fingering her cunt while the other fingered her asshole. Edward's 5" cut
surprisingly dark cock was also being jerked by Arycelle, and Cian could
see fresh cum stains around meaning they have been going at it for a while.

       Cian knew Ellio also rode the same carriage while Merangue was in
charge of coaching it, but the two were nowhere to be found. Quietly, Cian
jumped off from the back of the carriage and looked for the lord. He was a
hunter back home, while he wasn't training other warriors, so it wasn't
hard for him, using his instinct, to find Ellio especially not the mountain
of a giant, Merangue. He was stepping into the woods, following big steps
and broken dried leaves when he finally heard a whimper. He walked closer
and found Merangue naked as the day he was born, standing tall almost half
a tree, with bulging muscle all around and a pudgy belly, fucking the much
smaller Ellio.

       Ellio's legs were hanging a few feet above the ground while his body
was held by the arms of Merangue. His stomach had a visible bulge moving in
and out of it. As his gut was rearranged, Ellio, with a listless body,
finally noticed Cian's presence. When their eyes met, Ellio's almost bulged
out of its socket, a rare expression that the lord seldom made, Cian was
sure.

       "No! Stop!" He managed to whimper as his body shuddered and his pale
white cock sprayed cum all over.

       "I can't!" Merangue said. He did want to stop since Ellio commanded
him so, but when Ellio's ass was massaging him so tightly, he couldn't
resist jackhammering his giant cock inside.

       "No, don't mind me, my lord. Let the boy finish. He seems to like
it."

       "Yes! I love it! I love Ellio!" slamming his cock hard into Ellio.

       Even couldn't see it clearly Cian knew the cock was ginormous.

       "Please! Not so hard!" Ellio whimpered.

       "I can't! I am sorry, Ellio! I am bad!" The giant voice was sad and
pitiful, but it was hard to sympathize with him when he was mercilessly
slamming the much smaller Ellio whose sweat had drenched his curly black
hair.

       "Don't worry, boy. I'll help him relax and make you guys feel even
better. Pound away!"

       "What?" was all Ellio could manage before shrieking like a maniac
when Cian rubbed on his sensitive cockhead.

       "Oh! God! Ellio, are you okay? It feels really good!" Merangue was
trailing off as drool formed in his mouth.

       "Oh my god! What are you doing to me!? Fuck! Agh!"

       At the same time Merangue gave a final slam, Ellio's cock squirted.

       Cian let go of Ellio's cock when it blasted clear liquid which
turned into a firehose as he pissed into the ground.

       Ellio's face was red from shame as he continued pissing in front of
a stranger. His cock was jumping around from excitement and the piss
rubbing his sensitive cock from the inside.

       When Ellio finished squirting, Merangue dropped himself with his
back leaning on a tree, carefully and tightly hugging Ellio. It seemed that
he had done it a lot.

       "Ellio, why are you pissing?" The giant asked with his cock still
deep inside.

       "He pissed because he was happy, boy. You make him happy."

       Merangue smiled and then hugged Ellio like a happy puppy. Ellio on
the other hand was still looking at Cian warily.

       Cian thought Ellio looked better with his wet curly hair trailing
down the front of his face messily.

       Then Ellio suddenly panicked and looked at Merangue, "Merangue, what
are you doing!? Oh, my god!"

       "I am pissing because Ellio makes me happy!" He said innocently
while he was soiling his liege's ass.

       Looking at Ellio's face that couldn't decide if he wanted to be mad,
sultry, or exhausted did make Cian's cock hard. He began to understand why
Patrick loved to annoy Louis. Ellio might be handsome with his cold face,
but his many expressions were extremely attractive and lascivious. He was
sure Louis would look better, but Cian didn't dare to poke the bear.

       "I'll clean you up," Cian heard Merangue said.

       Ellio was whimpering when Merangue pulled him off what looked like
an unending giant sword for a cock. It was as thick as an adult arm and
when it popped out, still hard as steel, Cian was measuring it to be at
least 20" in length. The cock was uncut and it slightly curved beautifully,
like a saber, below the head. The ballsack was hanging low with chicken
egg-sized balls. It was a weapon of mass destruction that would make even
Sullivan and Declan worshipped the ground the boy walked in. Even Cian's
legs already losing their strength.

       Ellio's tight hole Cian's saw the afternoon was no more. It was red
and gaped open. If when Zuzhong pulled it last time, Cian could still see
the fleshy inside, now it was a bottomless pit where cum and piss began
flooding outside.

       Ellio wasn't even looking at Cian anymore, he was too
embarrassed. Cian spared him the humiliation and said, "Don't worry, take
your time cleaning up. I'll make sure no one enters this area," cause God
knows that hole will never close if the Leinster find them.

       "Please..." Ellio called out when Cian turned his back, "Don't tell
anyone."

       "Don't worry, the crown will protect its loyal subjects," Cian said
meaningfully before leaving, and Ellio understood.

.

      	Ellio and Arycelle's carriage left not long after together with
their wagon, Lady Selena and Amelle's carriage, however, remained in the
courtyard. The back veil that attached to Selena's headdress swayed as she
paced back on forth, waiting for Amelle, unsure whether or not she wanted
to go back.

      She had heard of what the feasts usually lead to from the gossip of
the ladies that she met during her diplomatic duty that both her husband
and now her son neglected. The way those ladies described was so debauched,
filthy, promiscuous, and licentious, and it lighted up a fire inside
Selena's heart.

      For years she had been a lady and a wife to baron Labelle, fulfilling
her duty by giving him a son and a daughter. For years she worked
tirelessly as expected of a lady and a wife, and for years, her husband
didn't desire her. For years, she remained loyal to someone who didn't
desire her. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel like one of the paintings
within the keep, only there as an accessory that her husband wasn't even
willing to look at. She wasn't ugly by any stretch, but she wasn't the
Queen of beauty either. In her forties, she didn't have any fat and her
body shape was still like an hourglass. She did have a small amount of
wrinkles on her face, but that was it.

      Her husband was not at all interested in her, or other women. He was
interested in his right- hand man, a handsome farmer son his father,
Ellio's grandfather, knighted. Even death, they walked it together.

      So, when the Gentleman of the Realm, Sir Sandor Dupont, was talking
to her, dancing with her, whispering her sweet nothing while caressing her
butt, her unfucked pussy was drenching to be finally opened after years of
celibacy.

      "Lady Selena, I can't believe to see you here after so long! You
still look as beautiful as in the day you married the late lord, Labelle,"
Arthur's handsome visage appeared as he said that, grabbing her hand to
kiss it while looking right into her eyes, "Trust me, I get a good look at
you that day."

      Selena stirred as the young man reminded her of the bedding ceremony
on her wedding day where the guests ripped off her clothes and carried her
to the wedding room. She could feel their hands pinching her skin, roaming
deep into her pussy and asshole, and Arthur, below her, sneakily nursing on
her tit as she was carried by the guests. Arthur was only fifteen at that
time.

      And she had heard of the fucker he had grown to be, which made her
pussy drenched even more.

      "Oh, Sir Arthur. You're too generous. I am waiting for my daughter,
oh here they are! Amelle!  Quick, your brother had left!"

      Amelle had returned hand in hand with Vincent giggling. After saying
goodbye, Amelle suddenly kissed Vincent's cheek and ran into her
carriage. Arthur did realize the Lady was looking at her while she ran
inside and peeked from open the carriage window behind the coach's seat.

      "Are you leaving already, my lady? What a shame, I've heard a few
lords were waiting for their turn dancing with you. You haven't even gotten
to the good part yet. Trust me, you wouldn't want to miss it." Arthur
sneakily planted his hand on her ass and groped it.

      "Oh, my lord! I wish I could! But my daughter would've to travel
alone!"

      "I am sure lord Labelle hasn't gone that far. If it eases your worry,
I could escort her until she reaches the carriage." Arthur's hand traveled
further and rubbed on her covered cunt.

      If her pussy wasn't as drenched as it was, she might've realized the
ulterior motive the infamously notorious knight had.

      "You too kind, sir. If that's the case, I trust her to you. I'll be
in your debt. Maybe I can pay it sometime later."

      "Don't worry, my lady. Consider your debt paid." Arthur kissed her
hands again and pushed her to walk into the dining hall.

      He then turned to the coach, who was only a teenage boy, a chubby
pale dark-haired boy, saying, "Let's go boy, we had a long journey ahead of
us."

      The long journey Arthur mentioned was only a few blocks into the
woods. Not even ten minutes in the carriage, Arthur already had his mouth
on Amelle and his hands on her breasts. When he gave Amelle her first taste
of cock, he told the boy to turn around into the royal wood. There the boy
watched from the carriage front window how Arthur ravaged Amelle with his
cock, taking her maidenhood.

      When Sandor arrived with a bottle of whiskey in hand, Arthur was
sitting on Amelle's face pulling her legs up as he rocked her hips at the
coachboy stroking his cock. Sandor pushed the boy away to get a good look
at her, laughing when he saw the state of her two holes.

      "Man, you don't wait around, do you?"

      "Bro, trust me, when this beauty is around, you can't wait especially
when she throws herself at you."

      "You take both of her cherries as well, you mad fucker."

      "Both of her cherries, her first taste of cock, now I am her first
ass to lick. Too bad that Vincent fucker took her first kiss. But never
mind, I took all that matter." He laughed.

      "Who is that, Sir?" They heard Amelle's muffled voice asked.

      "Another wolf in the pack, baby. I told you I've made you a woman,
now I am going to make you a slut! Pound away, brother!"

      Sandor drank his whiskey in half and then threw it at Arthur. He only
took out his 6" cut cock and sunk it in Amelle's sloppy pussy. "Damn! I do
miss some action!" He cried before hammering his cock inside.

      Arthur took a huge swig of the bottle, rocking his ass back and forth
on Amelle's tongue, "Want to bet like usual, whose brat she's going to
carry? I have already started before you, so my chance is high. I usually
win anyway."

      "Sure, for old times, sake! We haven't done it in a while have we?
Man, even I haven't gotten any action at all!"

      "Damn, I need to take a wicked piss!" Arthur said rising from
Amelle's head and releasing her sultry moan. "What's up with that anyway?
People lose interest in the Gentleman of the Realm?"

      "Fucker! No. It's my man, Sullivan. He claimed me and damn if I
wasn't claimed that night.

And sex was good until some bitches got into his attention, now I am
fucking left on the side with my wife hogged by my brother! Sullivan's men
also prefer smaller bitches and those who prefer men like me wanted to feel
the thrill of conquest. Fuck, you should've seen the way Declan's men stare
at me!  If only I am not claimed by Sullivan, man! You wouldn't understand
anyway." He said speeding up as he spoke.

      "Oh, I understand perfectly."

      Sandor heard Arthur say before he heard his ass being ripped
apart. He felt an arm grabbing him by the neck pulling him away from
Amelle, followed by a sharp pain on his asshole and a familiar feeling of a
cock.

      Arthur was really going for a piss, but when he heard of how his
"brother" in crime talked about he had been cunted, he realized he no
longer had a brother. Even Sandor's asshole was winking at him seducing
Arthur, his former brother.

      "You're not my brother anymore, you're a fucking cuck for a faggot!"
Arthur took a huge swig of the bottle, emptying it, while hammering his 6"
cut cock inside Sandor's parched bussy. Even Arthur was surprised by how
easily his cock went in. "Oh, fuck! You're born for it! It was a mistake
thinking of you as my brother! You're a fucking natural cunt!"

      Arthur kept spluttering filth as he jackhammered his entire cock into
Sandor's standing, muttering, "They should've seen you like this you
fucking cunt! Gentleman of the Realm, my fucking ass! We fucked pussies
together, sowing brats together, my seeds are fucking better than you but
you're the gentleman and I am the infamous fucker." His speed increased
just like his power as he spoke. By the end, he was power-slamming Sandor
whose eyes had gone white as the handsome daddy drooled.

      "From now on, you'll be the Cuck of the Realm!" And suddenly the ass
getting tighter.

      "Fucker, you like that don't you, cuck!? Don't worry, we'll work
towards it now. I'll make your wife pregnant, and unlike your cuck brother,
I am not going to kiss Sucky's ass or whatever his name is! The next babies
you're having will be Gwent! And guess what cunt, you'll be naming the
Gwent- Dupont!"

      Sandor was driven to the edge by the threat or the promise, his ass
clenched hard as his cock spewed cum.

      "Fuck yeah! You fucking cunt!" Arthur rutted his cock at the sudden
tightness, before slamming hard planting his seed inside Sandor's ass.

      They remained standing, catching their breath. It was then Sandor
suddenly said, "Oh fuck!  You're pissing in me! You're claiming me!"

      "Damn right, bitch! I am marking you. Next time that Leinster cunt
eats your pussy, he'll taste my piss!"

      After he was finished emptying his bladder, Arthur quickly replaced
his cock with the whiskey bottle, planting only the opening, "Fill it up,
cunt!"

      Sandor did as he was asked and filled the bottle with Arthur's cum
and piss inside his ass.

      Arthur then set the bottle on the carriage beside him saying, "That's
your whiskey from now on. When you need it, you look for me! When I am not
around, fill it with your own piss. I don't care who you fuck, but when I
am calling, you better be running like a dog to a bone 'cause I am sure as
ready with one in my pants, you hear me, cunt!?" Arthur slapped Sandor's
fuzzy's ass hard that the clapping sound echoed in the woods. He didn't
listen to Sandor's answer and sauntered away drunk.

      Without Arthur holding him, Sandor's legs couldn't support himself as
he fell on Amelle's body who had passed out from the rough fucking. Sandor
too found his eyes drifting off.

      He woke up roughly with a pleasant pounding and a sharp pain in his
ass. When he looked behind, the chubby boy was jackhammering his 4" cock
while spanking Sandor's ass hard. His was already really red and he noticed
some of the hair was peeled off from the rough spanking. He moaned and
whimpered as he was fucked and spanked until the boy cum deep inside. Then
he groaned hard when the boy pissed in him, and later, pushed the entire
bottleneck of the whiskey bottle inside his ass.

      "Fill it, cucky faggot!" The boy commanded while he kept spanking the
Acting Knight Commander.

      Sandor did as he was asked, and like Arthur, filled the bottle. The
boy must've cum and pissed a lot because even with Arthur, the bottle only
filled a quarter. After Sandor added the boy's piss and cum, it filled the
base of the neck.

      The boy pulled him by the balls to make him stand and then kneed him
hard on the balls to make him kneel. Grabbing Sandor by short his sandy
blonde hair, he rubbed his spent wet cock on Sandor's lips and had him
cleaned the cock which Sandor just realized was uncut. The boy made him
clean the head and under the hood, even eating the nasty cheese, before
making him suck it until he was hard again. Then he slapped Sandor hard
until he sat on the dirty ground. Then, with a wicked smile, the boy threw
the whiskey bottle at Sandor and it landed straight on Sandor's balls.

      The man was seeing stars and he couldn't even scream, only groaned,
"Fucker!"

      He grabbed his crotch and turned hitting his head on the ground
repeatedly while his legs clasping together also kicking the ground.

      The boy laughed before turning on Amelle. He carried her with him on
top of the coach seat and placed her on his lap with his cock straight in
her pussy.

      "Oh my god!" She squealed, but when the carriage moved as the boy's
cock jackhammered her, she already cum.

      Seeing the carriage left, Sandor was unsure about his status. Was he
claimed by the coach boy, then? Or was he still Sullivan? Perhaps he was
looking at it the wrong way. He didn't have to remain loyal to Sullivan and
Arthur wasn't forbidding him from cocks. But he still needed to play his
card right and be sneaky, unless he wanted to incur Sullivan's wrath
because he honestly didn't think Arthur even stood a chance against the
man.

      The journey to Labelle's keep wasn't that far, it took a day the
longest. However, while Ellio arrived in the morning, Amelle didn't arrive
until late at night. She was looking fine and cheerful, it was hard not to
be when you spent the entire day fucking. Both the coach boy and Amelle
were all smiling when they arrived.

      Selena also was having so much fun the night before. Right as she
walked in with a newfound purpose, the Leinster could smell her drenched
pussy and asked her if she wanted to get pregnant.

Taken aback, she answered in all honesty, "God, yes! If I can."

      So, the Leinster took her to the Physician; the druid was merely a
religious figurehead for the Leinster as the Han outgrew his popularity
even among the Leinster. Zuzhong gave her a heavenly fertility massage and
gave her back just in time during the sex session of the feast. There she
was told that when somebody wanted to get pregnant, they'd hold a lottery
to get the person pregnant.

She was the guest of honor because it was the first time the lottery
allowed the Frankish knights and courtesans. So, she spent the entire feast
getting fucked, but the men gathered their seeds inside a huge bucket that
Zuzhong already scattered with medicine to make the cum fresh and the sperm
alive, they got at least 5 buckets of cum which all managed to get into her
pussy, thanks to Zuzhong magical hands expanding her inside. She already
looked like she had gotten pregnant. He sealed her pussy closed with the
magic hands and then told her, he had made her produce 4 eggs during the
massage so she should expect at least for kids. When he told her she could
be having more since her family had a history of twins, she was already
passed out from happiness. Selena then was carried to the breeding room
where she was laid on a bed with her legs tied up. She was free to use by
the people. Men came and went to use her asshole and mouth, including the
servants.

      But that night wasn't over yet. As the Leinster was still having
their fun.

      Sandor, who had cleaned himself up, arrived at the bar finding
Arthur; who although saying he wasn't going to kiss Sullivan's ass, it
seemed he was fine with kissing Declan's ass. To be specific, Arthur was
giving Declan his ass shot on top of a table in a competition with two
other studs, Sullivan and Finnegan.

      Sandor heard that Arthur nonchalantly beat Sullivan in an arm
wrestling then took a seat beside Declan, throwing one of Declan's men out
in the process, and gave him a fist-bump. Declan seemingly starstruck
offered Arthur to give him an ass shot which the man took with a wicked
smile.

The ass shot lasted longer than usual, and Declan was swearing and
groaning, but he kept Arthur's head on his ass. When Arthur was done,
Declan's face looked flushed red like he had not taken any breath. Arthur
merely said he knew a secret technique for blowing the "lemonade".

      Sullivan who couldn't accept losing in arm wrestling called Arthur
cheating and demanded another competition, an ass shots competition, which
Declan suddenly accepted on Arthur's behalf and pointed his new best
friend, Arthur, as his partner. Everyone, including Cian, was surprised
when Finnegan said he was participating, and even more surprised when he
suddenly pulled Damien announcing him as his partner.

      So, there they were, the three biggest studs on their back on the
table bar grabbing their legs as three other men blew "lemonade" into their
ass. Declan with Arthur, Finnegan with Damien, while Sullivan was
alternating between Walsh and Murphy since they couldn't handle taking too
much of the "lemonade" in their mouth. Sullivan lost by the 33rd shots, he
groaned like what Declan insulted as "A mule giving birth" while the
mixture of "milk" and "lemonade" burst out of his ass straight into Walsh's
mouth.

      Declan was next to lose, he was too drunk to even hold his ass
close. By the 50 shots, Declan's ass was leaking the mixture back out like
a bucket with a small hole. Arthur sneakily and quickly pulled off his
loincloth and plugged Declan's ass closed. His eyes were dilated and he was
slurring his words. Finnegan won with 51 shots.

      The forfeit was to have their face drenched in the winner's ass
shot. Knowing that he couldn't back out from two biggest studs at once,
clearly counting the drunk-ass Declan with his smart brain, Sullivan was
surprisingly cooperative though still groaning in displeasure when Finnegan
made him laid on a table with his head hanging on the edge. Then Finnegan
put a chair in front of the head, stood on it, then squatted over the head,
before shitting the content of his ass. Even with Finnegan alone,
Sullivan's head was already drenched. Declan, who was too drunk, was
carried by Arthur, and Big D on each side with his legs on his
shoulders. They hung his ass right on top of Sullivan's face and his
asshole even touched the big man's nose. When Sullivan was about to shout
that he was too close, Arthur pulled the plug out and the mixture was
bursting out, some even got into Sullivan's mouth. Declan was still
muttering nonsense as he shat himself, giggling like a maniac, still
looking handsome. Sullivan and his men retreated to his chamber with his
men, forbidden from washing his face for a week, while Declan was carried
by Arthur and Big D followed by Fennec.

      While everyone had retreated to their chamber, Cian began his night
patrol like he always did. He passed Arthur's room with huge ass window,
candles still brightly lit, and saw that the four had retreated to Arthur's
room instead of the barrack. There with Declan in the middle of the huge
bed, folded upside down with his ass up still conscious enough to hold his
legs, Arthur, Big D, and Fennec were feasting on his tight pink Nordic
smooth ass while the man was freely moaning. It seemed that Arthur was
teaching them the "secret technique".

      A round after, Cian was back near Arthur's room, Big D and Fennec
were already passed out on the bed, while Arthur was still munching
Declan's ass. The big stud was still awake and moaning, and his eyes were
fixated on Arthur who was tonguing his ass.

      Arthur wasn't plastering his mouth into Declan's ass, his head was
hung just a bit above so Declan could see him over his own balls, and his
tongue was extended to drill the ass. He wanted the big stud to know that
he was tongue fucking him, there was no more "ass shot" pretense around.

Declan's flushed face was also coated in cum and precum was leaking from
his cock straight into his face as well.

      With one hand jerking his own cock, while the other wrapped around
Declan's body jerking the stud's cock, his tongue expertly pried open the
asshole. That wasn't quite accurate. It was more like the tongue was
cajoling the asshole, and the asshole opened itself up. Right at that
moment, Arthur gathered his salivas and planted his mouth on the opened
asshole, blowing his spit inside.

      Declan gasped and rutted his asshole in Arthur's mouth, as the hand
on his cock milked him until he came straight on his face.

      Arthur also came sort after and moaned loudly. He caught his cum on
his hand and then suddenly stood. Peering over to look Declan straight in
the eyes, he brought the hand filled with cum into his mouth and lapped
it. Then, staring straight into Declan still, his head slowly descent.

      Declan gulped as the head was getting closer and closer to his ass,
and he moaned when the lips met with his asshole.

      With both hands, Arthur stretched the legs, even more, to make the
asshole open a bit more, then he blew his cum straight into the
hole. Declan gasped and moaned, his legs shuddered as his cock suddenly
pumped more cum, some even made it into Declan's mouth.

      It was then Arthur noticed Cian's on the other side of the window.

      He smiled at him and then lifted Declan's like he weighed nothing by
the waist, still upside down with his ass up and legs over Arthur's
arm. When he reached the window, Arthur opened it and rested Declan's hips,
who was still rolled over facing Arthur, on the window stool. He pushed the
ass out so it was peeking out of the window, and the tight pink asshole was
staring straight at Cian.

      "Seeing anything interesting star up there on your patrol, bro?"
Arthur asked with a smirk on his face.

      Cian smirked back, "Not as interesting as this one right here."

      Arthur laughed and slapped the pink tight hole hard making the drunk
Declan yelped. "I bet you won't see a more beautiful star than this,
brother. You caught it at the best time as well, right as I make it bloom,
and before I took the cherry." He hovered his head over the hole and
inhaled deeply, "Smell that brother? That is the smell of sweet sweet
cherry."

      Cian raised his eyebrow, "You want to take it tonight?"

      "Heh, as tempting as it is, no. I want him to be awake, and by the
time I do it, he'd probably have gallons of my cum push up his ass
already."

      Arthur extended his tongue and lapped at the hole while looking
straight at Cian. He then planted his mouth on the hole, slurping it and
drilling his tongue in for a good minute eliciting a sultry moan from
Declan.

      When he looked back at Cian, he said, "Fucking sweet brother. You
want a taste?" He said offering Declan's winking and fluttering asshole
like it was a sack of meat.

      Cian was hesitating, not because he wasn't interested, but because he
still had his promise that head to uphold. But then again, the promise was
only to keep cock out of his hole, maybe his cock out of anybody's hole as
well, but not his tongue, right? But Arthur was right, the hole did smell
sweet. It was musky, sweaty, and more importantly, tight and raw. A smell
of a ripened cherry.

      In the end, Cian's tongue had its own mind and lapped straight at the
wet and musky asshole that welcomed his tongue by puffing itself out.

      "Yeah, buddy. Help yourself out. Told you I am not stingy. I am sure
he won't mind me sharing his hole with my best buds!" Arthur laughed as he
slapped his recovering cock on Declan's upturned face.

      Cian continued drilling his tongue into Declan's sweet ass, savoring
the musk and sweat of the proud stud around the pink flesh. He passed his
tongue with enough pressure on the sensitive flesh and made it shiver with
excitement. There was just something different about the taste of unbroken
ass, and while most ass would be quivering with a taste of fear, Declan's
was soft and moldable, still tight mind you, but it didn't refuse the
intrusion perhaps because it didn't register the tongue as a threat. Arthur
had done so well introducing his tongue to Declan's ass that when a tongue
touched it, it registered it as a fun time.

      Meanwhile, Arthur whose cock was hardening again wanted to try
something. He parted Declan's upturned lips and pushed his cock inside
slowly. Not even a second the head was in, as Arthur moaned when the warmth
hit him, Declan was already gagging and spitting out the cock back out.

      "Don't worry, `buddy'," Arthur laughed. He made a stupid face when he
said the word "buddy", and lifted one of his legs over Declan's head so his
ass was on the face. He moved his hand to his pits and made a fake fart
sound, but it was clear to Cian, Arthur actually farted onto Declan's face,
"We got all night and every night from tonight to train your throat!"

      Then Arthur put his leg back down with Declan's head in between, then
pulled the head pressing his taint by the hair, and clamped down with his
meaty thighs and thick ass. "For now, `buddy'," He farted again, "You can
get acquainted with my balls and ass. Right, hmmph, `buddy'!"

Arthur said pushing the last bit of gas inside his gut on Declan's head.

      Declan could only whimper and groan as he could not even lift his
arms.

      Then suddenly, as Cian's tongue was digging into Declan's virgin
bussy, Arthur's tongue descended on the hole, looking for some action as
well. Cian looked at Arthur's mischievous eyes and he could tell, from the
breath and the dilated eyes, that Declan wasn't the only one pissed drunk
that night. Cian knew right then there would be no better way to build his
rapport with Arthur than then.

      He spat right on the hole and pulled off as he looked at Arthur with
the same mischievous smirk, waiting for Arthur to lap at the spit.

      Arthur lapped right at the spit and blew it straight into Declan's
tunnel. He continued drilling and made a mock bliss-out face which made
Cian laugh. When Arthur pulled a little bit away, tongue still on the hole,
Cian dove right in. At first, only the tips of their tongues were touching,
and no one flinched. Clearly, Arthur wasn't shy about male-to-male
intimacy. It did make Cian think about why Louis who grew up with a strict
chaste father enforcing the code of Chivalry at him turned into a reserved
man while Arthur who grew up as a knight too turned into a pervert. Was
only the French code of chivalry involved chastity? But then, some French
knights also adopted the Greek tradition of banging their students.

      He didn't have time to think much, especially with Declan's sweet
asshole distracting him.

The distance between their tongues also shortened after each second, until
finally, they both lapped at the hole and each other. They didn't know who
started it, but their licks turned into a full made- out session between
both of them for a good minute before, without any words, only lustful
stares, they returned to devour Declan. Cian and Arthur did make out from
time to time between eating the hole.

      Although Cian wouldn't have cum just from eating ass on a normal
occasion, that night wasn't normal. He had been deprived of cumming by
Patrick for a few days and that day, he had a full tank. He had been for
days. To say he was a hair-trigger would be an understatement. Even with
friction from the fabric on his cock, he was already driven to
pleasure. Declan's sweet virgin bussy was a cherry on top, the best tight
musky cherry.

      "Fuck!" Cian said pulling his pants down and furiously jerking his
cock.

      "Shit! You're coming? Get in on your hand quick!"

      Cian didn't have time to think so he did what Arthur told him to do
and placed his palm in front of his cock. "Ugh! Fuck!" He groaned as he
spurted unending shots of cum on his hand. When he was done, he had a
palmful of cum, some of which was already spilled out.

      "Fuck! You like his ass that bad, huh! Can't blame you. Go on, blow
it in him. I don't mind my buddy's sperm dancing with mine. They might even
be holding a ball inside his ass right now. Let's have our sperm bond in
this bitch's ass!" Arthur laughed again as he ground his thighs up and down
against Declan's head which was still tightly clamped there.

      Cian dunked all of his cum inside his mouth, tasting the salty
substance that he had become familiar with thanks to Patrick, and latched
his mouth on Declan's hole that Arthur pulled apart by the cheeks. It was
only a small opening so Cian had to blow it slowly. But surely, more and
more of Cian's warm cum made its way into Declan's tunnel, and the man knew
it, technically, as he groaned when the warm liquid descent further into
his ass.

      When no cum was left in his mouth, Cian pulled back and watched as a
drop of cum disappeared into the dark tunnel. Their holes had been
unconsciously trained to accept liquid being pushed down into it.

      "Yeah! That's it, buddy!" Arthur said as he rubbed his finger on the
hole, shining it, "Don't worry, once I break him in, I'll share this hole
with you! We might even give him a good `ole double sticking up there."

      Arthur offered his fist at Cian for a fist bump which he gladly
accepted.

      "Let me get back to patrolling yeah? Don't have too much fun without
me!"

      "Don't worry, buddy. I'll tell you everything you're missing out!"

      They laughed. Arthur turned and carried Declan's ass on the bed as he
was eating the ass. He slammed himself on the bed, grounding his cock and
balls all over Declan's face under him.

      Even as he walked away from the room, Cian was sure that wasn't the
last time that night Arthur blew his cum inside Declan's ass.

      When he was back at the royal bar, the room was still lit up
brightly, he found Finnegan and Damien still inside the bar. They weren't
drinking.

      Finnegan was perching his ass at the edge of the bar, on his back
holding his legs up like he was at the ass shot competition, but this time,
he was clearly getting his ass eaten by Damien. Unlike Finnegan who was
fully naked, Damien was still fully clothed while he kneeled eating
Finnegan's ass.

He did have his cock out, jerking it into a small shot glass while Finnegan
rocked his ass up and down.

Then as Finnegan cum, with some cum getting on his beard, Damien also cum
into the shot glass.

      "Wait, bro. Let me open you up a bit more." He heard Damien say,
holding Finnegan's ass still, as he replaced the shot glass under his cock
with an empty glass.

      Cian watched as Damien filled the glass with his piss until it was
full, before pulling away from Finnegan who was waiting patiently while
holding his legs and his asshole winking expectantly, and added some powder
into the cum and the piss. Then he told Finnegan to hold his ass higher,
which Finnegan did making his ass lined vertically. Clearly, his trust for
Damien was higher than Cian had expected as Finnegan didn't mind when
Damien "helped" Finnegan open the stud's asshole by hooking the first
knuckle of his fingers in the asshole.

      Looking straight into Finnegan's eyes, smirking mischievously which
the huge stud did not interpret as anything sinister from it, Damien poured
the cum shot glass straight into Finnegan's ass.

After, Damien drank his own piss from the glass until his mouth was
bulging, then blew the cum into Finnegan's asshole whose eyes were turning
white while Damien himself smiled.

      Damien did that one more time until the piss only left a little bit
less than a half, then Finnegan told him to stop.

      "You sure? There is only half left. You hold more than this last
time."

      "Yeah, I am too tired from the last time. Maybe tomorrow. Give me
that. Oh, hey bud, didn't see you there." Finnegan grabbed the piss glass,
downing it, while waving at Cian.

      "O-oh, hey Cian! Since when you've been there?" Damien asked him like
he had been caught red-handed, which he did.

      "This lemonade tastes different. Probably from the powder. We needed
to ask him to fix that."

      "Taste different, huh," Cian looked at Damien smirking knowingly
while the man awkwardly smiled back, "Whatcha've been doing up here."

      "It's a secret, but I know we could tell you." Finnegan said
finishing his "lemonade" and motioned for Cian to lean in. "Big Dong Doctor
told us he's making an experiment with powder that can make the milk and
lemonade be absorbed by the ass. I think it sounds amazing! We could
definitely make it a more expensive shit to sell! I am testing it now!"

      Finnegan jumped down the counter and went to the storage. They
carried on their conversation until hours, with Finnegan serving them
drinks while remaining naked.  Finnegan didn't remain behind the counter
either, he usually stayed leaning his back on the bar in between Damien and
Cian who were sitting on stools.

      Cian did notice Damien's hand wandering around Finnegan's thighs as
they were speaking, looking at him with a smug face.

      Damien brought his fingers to his face and blew it after making it
look like he was about to be flicked. Then, looking at Cian still smugly
smiling, he brought the fingers behind Finnegan's ass and the man suddenly
jumped.

      "You fucker!" Finnegan said, before giving Damien a noogie.

      Finnegan was laughing along with Damien, but strangely, when he had
done with the noogie, Finnegan remained standing with his back facing
Damien. While they were talking, Damien whose face was leaning on
Finnegan's naked hip, moved his hand close to his face and made a rapid
rubbing motion in the air to show Cian what he was currently doing with
Finnegan's asshole. Damien did give Finnegan a few more flicks up his
asshole, but Finnegan only cursed without the noogie.

      After an hour had passed, Damien said excitedly, "It's been hours,
let's check it!"

      Finnegan jumped on the counter and squatted with his butt hanging on
the edge. He pulled his asscheeks apart until his tight pink hole was
stretched and opened a bit.

      "I don't think I can see it," Damien said smirking, and then with
both thumbs on the tight pink hole, he stretched it even more. he didn't
pull the hole apart, merely stretching it. It didn't show the fleshy inside
as Zuzhong did with Ellio, instead, it made the hole puckered and extended
like a tube.

      "I don't think I can feel anything buddy!" Finnegan said.

      Damien licked his lips and then planted his mouth on the puckering
asshole. First, he was kissing it which made Finnegan gasp, and then he
sucked on the protruding flesh eliciting moans from Finnegan whose legs
were shaking. He was alternating between licking and sucking on the hole.

      Then after making Finnegan moan "Yes!" a few times, he pulled his
mouth away, still sucking hard, making a plop sound as he did. Damien
caressed the puckered hole with his fingers, teasing the puckering lips
saying, "Yeah, I don't think I taste anything either."

      Finnegan remained in his position, still spreading his cheeks,
letting Damien play with his hole for a good minute. Then Damien jokingly
flicked at the asshole again.

      "Fucker!" Both of them laughed.

      They drank a few more talking about the new ideas Finnegan could do
with the drinks thanks to Zuzhong's powder, and then Damien suddenly said,
"Well, buddy, I think it's time for me to call that favor."

      Finnegan was taken aback and his face suddenly flushed red, "With
Cian here?"

      Cian looked at them curiously.

      "Cian won't say anything. He's a good lad, as you lot says."

      Finnegan smirked, "Yeah, he's been a good lad, and now he's even more
of a good boy when Patrick put his collar on him."

      Cian didn't regret not telling Finnegan he had been drinking Damien's
piss and absorbing Damien's piss and cum with his ass.

      "Well, C'mon! You owe me one! You know I help you big time with your
lady!"

      Finnegan groaned, "Yeah! I know buddy! I'll do it for you, but you
better not tell anyone!"

      "Do what?" Cian couldn't resist asking.

      "Well, Finnegan told me this one best way to drink wine is by filling
it inside an ass and drinking it from there."

      "A bitch's ass. I am not bitch!" Finnegan said.

      "Well, you're my best bud, and I think best bud's ass will taste as
fine. Not every day you get to taste wine straight from the best stud in
the world!" Damien buttered Finnegan's ass even more.

      "Fucker. You and your sweet mouth." Finnegan said grabbing a wine
bottle and giving it to Damien. He then climbed on the bar, again, and
pulled his legs around holding his ass upturned.

      Damien, without a word, kissed the pink asshole back and spent a few
minutes licking and eating the ass, then he carried the wine bottle to the
still-closed tight asshole.

      "You better open up, bro, or I'd have to push the bottle in. I don't
think it's honorable for a stud like you to be deflowered by a wine
bottle."

      Finnegan laughed, "You motherfucker! Keep that bottle away from my
ass!"

      Finnegan tried to open his asshole as it kept puckering and winking
wildly. Damien also helped by kissing it and prying it open with his
tongue. It was opened wide enough for the wine to be poured inside the
tight asshole.

      "Thalt's enough!" Finnegan said, his asshole sealed tight right as he
said that making some of the wine spilled out wetting his fuzzy ass. "Are
you ready?" He asked, even with his head between his legs, he still looked
and sounded macho.

      Damien gave a raspy, "Yeah!"

      "Fuck!" Finnegan moaned as he pushed the wine out making a fountain.

      Damien drank from the wine fountain a bit before sucking the wine
straight from Finnegan's asshole. Sometimes his mouth puckered up as he
sucked, while some other times, his mouth was eating Finnegan's crack.

      They refilled Finnegan's ass two more times with wine. The second
time, Finnegan was perching on the bar squatting as he shot the wine right
into Damien's waiting mouth below before it ascent closer and latched on
Finnegan's ass.

      The third one, Finnegan was back to the first position, ass up, while
both Damien and Cian ravished his ass fountain.

      "We are only drinking, not fucking. It's not cheating." Damien said
once, and it was enough to convince Cian.

      When they finally called it off, Cian watched as Finnegan walked with
Damien arm in arm, while Damien's fingers caressed Finnegan's crack,
sometimes teasing his asshole.

      Damien looked behind and motioned Cian to walk beside him.

      As he did so, he felt Damien's hand sneaking into his trousers and
his fingers too played on the rim of his waiting asshole. He felt extremely
promiscuous as his asshole, which was promised to Patrick, was teased by
another man. He didn't do anything, probably thanks to the wine and the
good day, and his still pent-up balls.

      When they reached a junction to the noble quarters, where they had to
part ways with Finnegan, Damien kissed Cian. He made out and made Cian
drink his saliva before turning to Finnegan, pulling his hand out of Cian's
trousers.

      Then Damien guided Finnegan's much taller head down and kissed his
neck, while his fingers that had been inside Cian's ass were rubbed on
Finnegan's mouth who instinctively began sucking it.

Damien smirked at Cian, before pulling Finnegan's head down again and
kissing him.

      They walked into the hallway kissing while Damien's finger was still
playing on Finnegan's ass.

      When Cian curiously walked into Finnegan's room in the morning, he
wasn't surprised to find Damien there. He was surprised, however, that
Damien was piledriving Karla on the bed while he was piledriving Finnegan
in front of him with his tongue. Finnegan held his legs upturned with his
cock straight down facing his own face, a position he seemed to be familiar
with ever since that night, while Damien was pounding his wife's asshole,
who was also in the same ass-up position. Karla couldn't see his husband as
their body were facing away from each other, she only could hear that he
was also having a good time. Finnegan's face was covered in his own cum,
some of which were dried with a fresh coating on his face. Cian left them,
and the three of them weren't seen for the rest of the day.

      In fact, Declan and Arthur were also nowhere to be found the next
morning. When Cian made his way into Arthur's window, he did see Declan's
upturned back on the bed and Arthur was holding him by the waist while
giving an ass shot into his ass. He waved at Cian and made a piss-out drunk
face pointing at Declan. Declan might've slurred something as Arthur
suddenly looked at him giggling. He then leaned back, moved his hand to
hold Declan by the legs, and lifted his legs. Even though Cian couldn't see
Declan's head, he could tell from the position, Arthur's ass was point
blank on the face.

      He let out a loud and long fart as he said loudly, "Yes, Declan! I am
your best buddy!"

      For two straight days, Declan was drunk, both from the alcohol shoved
up his ass and Arthur's wicked fart.

      At night, Cian finally met Damien. He was trying to butter up
Sullivan, which seemed to work since Sullivan seemed more welcoming to
Damien after Finnegan made sure everyone knew Damien was under his
wing. After the bar closed, Damien told Cian right in front of Finnegan
that Karla, that night, was taking every drop of his cum in her ass, while
Finnegan dumped his on his own face.

Finnegan didn't seem to mind and it seemed to make them grow closer, Both
to Damien and Cian.

Later into the night, Finnegan was feeding wine straight from his asshole
to both Damien and Cian without any favor needed.

      .

      Hello! I am back with a couple of new chapters! 3 in fact! This one
is a bit different than usual because we focus more on the story at the
court when Louis is away through the lenses of Cian and maybe other
characters in the future.

      As you can see, I added an influx of new characters as I felt like
for a story based in medieval Europe with an intricate web of nobility, my
characters were too small and the geopolitics was only shown
internationally where the internal politics wasn't as fleshed out. So yeah,
I know, it's going to be a pain to keep up with the characters, but at
least I make a new webpage for it that you can go back to whenever you need
a fresh remainder of the characters. Tell me what you think of the page and
the setting.

      Also, for further explanation moving forward, and my MIA over the
last year, I'll address that in the next chapter of Francia, please wait
for that to come up, which is supposed to be shortly after this one. TLDR:
Life happens, I am changing the way the chapters are written in the future,
and I also made a Ko-fi page for those who want to support me!

      It's not necessary, I really appreciate even just your kind words,
but if you do tip/donate to me, my kittens and I offer you our utmost
gratitude! Anyway, hope you like this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing
this one.