Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 14:47:25 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Kingdom of Francia Chapter 6

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***

	"I am cumming! Mommy's is cumming! Daddy's cock is so good! Rut
that snake inside mommy's cunt!" The red-headed chieftain said and impaled
himself harder on the smaller man's bony long bent cock before screeching
in a high pitch voice like a proper whore as he shot a copious amount of
cums onto the dried cum adding more layers on Connor's face and body.

	Connor didn't say anything and just smiled looking at the chieftain
impaling himself on his cock since yesterday, moaning like a slut, and
didn't give a fuck to anyone but Connor. He laid on the comfy fur bed with
his arms behind his head watching his bitch pleasuring himself. A couple of
times, one of the crews would come in and Rory wouldn't even stop riding as
he continued talking to the crew. If Rory got upset by something the crew
reported, Connor would push his cock upward, pushing Rory's button, and
soon, he would let the crew go. The first crewmate who had gone to Rory's
cabin received a word of insult and an earful of slutty moan. Rory didn't
say anything when the old sailor pinched his tits hard and weighted it like
he was a whore on sale. The sailor left the door open, so everyone could
hear the chieftain moan and made some bets on how many more times Rory
could cum. They weren't betting a small number as they knew the man could
cum numerous times.

	In the last weeks approaching Francia, Connor decided he want the
nighttime to be only Rory and his time. The word "Only", however, included
every crewmate hanging out at the bar every night. Rory would stand ready
near the bar naked as he waited for Connor to finish with whoever bitch he
had for the night. This also allowed Rory to learn to differentiate
Connor's whistles and understood whether his man wanted a beer, a beer in
Rory's ass, a pisspot, or other things. When Connor was bored pumping his
cock to someone, he would gather the table, lay on it, and whistle calling
Rory to ride his cock in front of his crewmates. They would cheer him, and
he would give them his fuck finger. The second he got Connor's cock inside
his ass, the crew would shove those fuck fingers into his nose, and Rory
would ride Connor's cock in that position a good couple of minutes before
he realized what his crew had done. He didn't do anything to them nor to
the people who spanked his ass or pulled his nipples. The reason was
obvious. The cock was hitting him so well, and he didn't care what he
did. He didn't even resist when his crew told him to squeal like a proper
bitch in a high-pitch when he came, and he had been doing that ever since
then. Connor was always smiling as well, which you would think in malice or
pride as he had conquered his own chieftain. But that's not what Rory
found. The eyes, they genuinely looked like Connor was proud of Rory and
wanted to show Rory around, not as a cheap whore, but as a prized conquered
cunt. And those eyes only got even prouder as nights passed, and that was
enough to make Rory's cheek rosy and his cock lurching.

	But last night was different because they were about to reach
Francia, so now Rory rode Connor in his own room with walls filled with
heads of animals he conquered as they stared at him as if they knew he was
joining their rank, probably not with his head hung, but his butt. Fuck, he
was cumming again. Despite Rory's attempts to lick clean his cums
afterward, Connor's body, face, and hair were still slick from the cum. The
man didn't get angry still, his dashing smile never disappeared.

	"I know you lovebirds want to say goodbye and all, but hurry the
fuck up! We're close and both of you fuckers still haven't dressed yet."
Was that Patrick? Rory wasn't sure, so he kept pumping Connor's dick.

	"We should get dressed."

	"Nah... Damned those Frankish can wait! I want my husband's cock!"

	"Mommy, c'mon. Patrick will be mad if we ruin his first impression
on the people."

	"Fucking hell! Is there no way for me to convince you to stay in
Leinster? You could be the chieftain, I don't care. And I'll just wait in
our bedroom like a good bitch, your good bitch. Please, Daddy. I'll be a
good mommy for your kids!" He got a slap from Connor.

	"Don't be a desperate cunt! I don't like a nosy cunt, you sound
like Iain! If you want to be a good cunt for me just be ready whenever I
want and shut up when I don't want or can't have you!" And then he turned
their position around so now Rory was laying doggy, faced down with his ass
up and Connor's cock deep in him.

	"Besides, it's not like I deprived you of cocks! You can fuck
anyone you want." Connor leaned in towards Rory's ear, "or have anyone rut
your spot."

	"My kids aren't as good as you."

	"I am not talking about our kids. I am talking about anyone with a
cock. I am sure Eckert would want to bag you again." He whispered
purposefully pushing Rory's prostate.

	"Yes! I mean, no! I am not a cunt! I am your cunt! There's no way
in hell I'll give that fucking Eckert a second dip at my cunt, Daddy! He
got a small cock and isn't as good as you at using it either. That fucking
man won't satisfy me! And he looks fucking old and he's younger than me!
Fucking saying I secretly wanted to be tied in his basement birthing his
babies!? The fucking nerve! Fuck, my cunt isn't interested in his cock! I
only want your cock, Daddy."

	Connor just sneered when he heard Rory say all of those as his butt
clenched Connor's dick tighter, clearly excited at the prospect. "Only my
cock? What if I come back injured and can't get it up?"

	"Then we should rethink this relationship."

	"Fucking cunt!" Connor laughed as he pulled Rory by the arms, bit
his neck, and slammed his cock deep. It was so hard that Rory's face
repeatedly hit the headboard but the man was too far gone to even
notice. After a couple of minutes, Connor gave a few hard slams and Rory's
face hit the headboard so hard the free crewmates now watching from the
open door. They cheered on Connor as he gave Rory a final push and filled
the cunt with his cum.

	"Connor, you're going to make the cunt dumb!" Said one of the
passing sailors.

	Connor pullout and slapped Rory's ass, "You don't mind being a dumb
cunt, don't you slut?"

	To which, Rory answered by farting Connor's cum.

	Connor told the sailors to clean Rory up before making his way to
his room.

***

	When the ship arrived, they were greeted by a loud orchestra of
trumpets lined near the dock area, with a carriage and horses readied. His
councilors were there to greet him along with their royal guards and
Leinster regiments who arrived just a few hours earlier. The army had lined
just the way Louis and Patrick planned, a pair of Leinster-Frankish on a
horse. It was customary for the king, after a conquest, to parade around
the town giving roses as they passed, Louis chose to parade in his white
horse just like his father did while Isabella would follow in the
carriage. Although the king usually did this alone, unless they were in a
carriage, both Patrick and Rory would use this opportunity to show their
standing to the people by riding beside Louis, just slightly behind. This,
of course, raised questions and tension amongst the nobles, but nobody dare
to object. The three made their way on their horses, Louis dressed in his
noble garments covered by a long blue regal mantle and Patrick in a more
rustic yet had a touch of vintage Frankish tunic with a tribal fur coat.

       They were greeted with joy by the commoners as they passed
by. Although everyone did note the new formation for the parade with a
Leinster reaching from behind a Frankish leading the horse, nobody
complained. They felt this was better since all of the royal army and
knights could now greet their family and give them roses. They also didn't
notice how the carriage was sometimes shaken to the left or right or
Isabella's moans as her bottom holes penetrated by Lucas and Sean. But that
was probably due to Rory taking all of the attention.

       Patrick was livid when he saw Rory ride with only a fur coat
covering only his backside and strapped leather across his chest. Oh, and a
fur loincloth hanging by the waist with nothing covering on the bottom, but
Patrick didn't think that thing need to be mentioned since it didn't cover
anything anyway. As Rory rode, the loincloth could not cover all of Rory's
crotch, so his balls would be hanging on each side. Since Rory rode on the
left side of Louis, he shifted his shaft so the head would be pointed to
that side. Everyone who spent enough time looking at his crotch would
notice Rory's cock and balls, and the man was indeed trying to flaunt
it. If anything, he did his best so his cock and balls could be seen by
everyone. Hearing the ladies and gentlemen gasped, then whispered even
pointing at him, he knew he got what he wanted.

       It was also customary to give the roses to the children and the
women, but Rory, of course, gave it to a few men, some of which had a wife,
some of the wives also received Rory's roses. Louis almost fell from his
horse when he saw Rory give the flower to one of the young acolytes much to
the dismay of the priest beside them. Louis knew the clergy would request
an audience later, but he had to admit, those old farts' expressions were
funny. So, Louis too gave roses to men he thought handsome or hot, while
Patrick charmed all of the noble ladies and, subtly, their husbands and
sons. Seeing they gave roses to the guys as well, one particular hunk of a
man on his feet just a little bit shorter than Louis on a horse, rushed to
the lines, trying to push the watchmen barricading the road.

       Louis was flattered to see how this man struggled just to get his
rose. His sharp eyes, square face that made him seem mature, and the
stubbles on his five o'clock made Louis's cock harden as he squirm on his
horse.

       When Louis approached, the man was clearly getting wilder and he
nearly knocked the watchmen off when he saw Louis was coming for him. He
was surprised when Louis gave him his handkerchief, a symbol of when
someone was interested in you. It was usually given by women to a knight so
he could show it when they were jousting as a symbol of courtship. That man
was no knight, but he was sure aren't refusing Louis's insinuation. He
brought it to his nose and inhaled it as he looked into Louis's eyes
briefly before the emperor made his way further down the road. Even that
brief moment almost made him cum on the spot. He knew where he would be
shooting his cum the next few months.

	When Louis arrived at his palace's courtyard and the commoners
still cheered, they knew the parade was a success.

	When he dismounted his horse, Louis quickly felt someone hugging
him from behind. He almost thought it was Patrick, but Patrick wasn't that
smooth or romantic, and there was only someone who aren't a Leinster who
dare to hug him like that. As he turned around, he was greeted by the
beautiful face of his younger sister who had just hit puberty.

	She has long wavy blonde hair, just like Louis's but younger. All
of Louis's features but a much more feminine smooth oval face instead of
Louis's sharp oval. Their eyes were blue, but everyone could tell his
sister was livelier.

	"Why do I feel like you aren't bringing me any gift, brother?"

	Louis laughed as he let go of her sister's hug, "I went to war,
Salome, not touring the countryside."

	"Did you seriously go outside Francia, and didn't bring me any
gift? Louis!"

	"Your brother went to war, and instead of worrying about his
health, you worry about a gift?"

	"Well, I know you're going to win anyway."

	"Silly goose!" Louis said as he flicked her head.

	When she saw Patrick approach gently, Salome suddenly poised
herself as the most graceful maiden on the entire earth.

       "Saint Mathilda would be jealous if she can see you right now."
Louis got a light punch on his light shoulder, which he kind of deserved.

        Patrick chuckled as Salome gave her hand. He stared into her eyes
as he slowly descended to kiss her hand. "My name is Patrick MacCarthal,
lady Salome. I heard a lot about you from your brother." He actually heard
it from the chancellor, but she didn't need to know that.

       "All good things, I hope."

       "You are as beautiful as he said."

       Salome blushed, but she didn't look away, clearly enjoying the
compliment. She was a little startled when Rory's big frame came to her
vision, but quickly composed herself as to not be seen as rude. She offered
her hand to the man which made the man smirk. Salome felt something weird,
nothing sinister, but it's like the man wanted to eat her, or have her?
What he did next sent a shiver to her body.

       Rory kissed the back of her hand, but he didn't stop there. After
kissing, he moved to lick her thumb. He stared at her as he sucked and
teased the finger with his lips. She blushed but didn't do anything to push
him away or show any annoyance. So Rory continued until all of her fingers
made their roll call inside Rory's mouth, then he let go. "This is how we
greet a new friend. I am glad you didn't freak out, my lady. As a gift,
here's my most prized hair as a token of goodwill for a graceful woman like
you." He said before pulling his loincloth upwards to grab some of his
pubes from his balls. He didn't need to pull the loincloth, but he wanted
to make sure the princess could see what he had to offer. After groaning
painfully, he gave her a good strand of hair, "It's always painful to do
that, but that shows how we take our friendship seriously, and I do hope
Francia and Leinster will remain friends for a long time."

       Salome was a bit hesitant at the first time, but she accepted the
thick pubes strand. Her face was as red as Rory's hair, which many
spectators, who were Louis's many courtiers, assumed from shame. Rory and
Patrick knew better, and even as he refused to see it, Louis as well.

       "Thank you, my lord."

       "Please, smell it. I want to make sure you get a good one. If any of
that hair wasn't to your liking, I'm sure I can pull a good one for you. I
got a forest right here." Rory gave a belly laugh as he showed his hairy
balls to the princess.

       Salome smiled awkwardly, but Rory's smile made it as if she was
expected to smell it. That, and this sudden strange warmth in her chest
somehow made her want to do it. So she did put the strand under her nose
and smell it.

       "Inhale stronger."

       Salome followed the instruction of the man who she barely knew, and
inhaled so hard that some people there could hear her snorting.

       "Good right?"

       Salome nodded, "Yes, my lord. It was, different."

       "I like you. When we like a woman, we usually press her head here,"
He motioned under her balls, pulling his loincloth again, "so she could
smell our goodwill fresh from the meadow. Your brother is special, so I
gave him my goodwill even though he wasn't a woman."

       "Dad, I think that would be too much for the people here. Look, they
already look at you like you're going to rape the princess."

       Rory didn't take no for an answer, "I didn't ask you, son. What do
you think, do you want my goodwill, my lady?"

       Salome gave a little cough, "I am afraid your son is right,
chieftain. With all due respect, I do think the people weren't ready for
this display of different culture."

       Rory walked closer to her with his back to where most of the crowd
gathered covering both of them, "That's not what I ask." He pulled Salome's
hand right on his balls and squeezed it softly.

       Salome felt breathless for a while, but after a few seconds
squeezing Rory's balls, "I-I think, that would be interesting."

       "Then it settled. There'll be a welcoming feast inside, right? If
you're afraid of people in here, we just do that there. I'll show them how
much of a good friend we are." He said pulling Louis closer as well, "And
the emperor too. I'll scrub my balls using your beautiful faces like I am
rinsing my sweat off on your pretty face, and I'll show everyone I am such
a good friend with the emperor's family that they let me clean my balls off
with their face as I gave them my goodwills. I am sure they'll warm up to
us."

       Patrick was livid, "Dad, I-I don't think that's what the princess
meant."

       "Shut up son, and grow a pair of big balls like your old man. Let's
go." He said as he slapped Salome right on the pussy through her dress.

       She tried to hold down her voice when Rory's hand somehow managed to
feel like it was groping her cunt, and then as the hand finger pushed
through her cunt lips, well, through the clothing. "This is how we played
with our women. You're a virgin right? I bet you didn't know you could feel
this." He said as he somehow managed to stimulate her through the clothing
expertly.

       Salome no longer cared about her surroundings as she ground on the
fingers. But Rory quickly pulled away and gave her cunt a few hard
slaps. "Heh, virgins. Trust me, it feels better without the cloth. Perhaps,
I could show you later. Why don't you go inside and get a new gown that
isn't white? I only teased you a little and you're spotting." He said
pointing at the small wet spot on her crotch.

       "I-I am sorry! I never... I."

       "It's fine. Your brother made a bigger mess when my son played with
him, right son?"

       Louis didn't need to know which "Mess" Rory was referring to; when
he watered the pathway to Rory's house with his cum and piss? When he made
a fountain from the cum? Maybe when his crown was swinging around his cock?
Louis's face quickly reddened, not from the shame, but the heat in his ass.

       "I-I see... Then I'll change my cloth."

       "Wait," Salome tried to hold down her moans again when both of
Rory's hands squeezed her breasts. "You've got sizeable tits. Why don't you
show some of it."

       "Uhm, ah, I am afraid, it would be inappropriate."

       "I see. You're really beautiful and I am a man. I would be the
happiest man if I got to see some of your beautiful tits, but as you've
been respecting my culture up to this point so I'll respect yours as well
my lady." He said giving it a few light squeeze before letting it go.

       Salome was about to turn but she stopped again as if she was waiting
for the older man to show him something else, but when he didn't, she
smiled awkwardly and ran inside the palace.

       "That slut is going to show me her tits. I swear cunts running in
your family." Rory said as he stared at a white statue of Charles II,
Louis's dad, depicting him riding a horse holding a sword as if he was
leading an army. "I bet if your dad was here, he would offer me to fuck his
shitter, but I'll fuck him with his own sword hilt and do a second parade
around town, only this time, I'll ride his ass."

       "Yeah, fucker. How about some restrained?" Said Patrick who was
losing his wits from trying to cover the public indecency from public
eyes. Only then did Rory realize there were horses around them, even
Isabella's carriage.

       He laughed condescendingly at Patrick, "Didn't you say you're going
to give the cunt emperor here as much cock as he wants? How are you
supposed to do that with no balls? Did you see this bitch Emperor? Your man
lost his balls when he's no longer on our island."

       "You fuck!" He gritted his teeth, "I am trying to be cautious."

       Rory faced Patrick down, "There are cautious," He suddenly squeezed
Patrick's crotch, "And there are whatever this is."

       Patrick was silent, but he was staring at Rory like he was going to
murder him. But he didn't do anything, not even when Rory's hand reached
under his thigh to his covered hole.

       "Next thing you know, your son drives his finger up your butt in
front of your men and then whoring you to your councils. Trust me, I know."

       Patrick was about to say something but decided against it. Rory took
those as his win.

       "Now, let's just hope all is well, and I'll be so horn up I'll put
red babies inside your sister in front of everyone. Or, less favorable
option, I'll settle for wrecking your cock deprived cunt in your bedroom,
your highness. For now, I'll put some babies into your wife." He said,
slapping Louis's butt, then made his way into Isabela's carriage before
driving off to a secluded area near the palace.

       Other than ordering some of the men to make sure nobody was
following the Empress's carriage as it was visibly shaking, Patrick
remained silent which got Louis staring at him. "Keep looking at me like I
am a coward, and I'll fucking fuck you right here, so you can say goodbye
to your title."

       Louis sighed, "I didn't mean it like that." He reached for Patrick's
hand, "I get you're nervous, and it makes me nervous too. But I know what
you can do, and I trust you. I trust my man. I know we started it off as
you taking care of me, but I want to take care of my man too, be of use to
you."

       Patrick looked at him, then he let an exasperated sigh, "You're
making it harder not to fuck you." Then he looked at the hand and the crowd
behind him watching curiously, "But now I had to think about this as well."
He sneered, but curiously, didn't let go of Louis's hand.

       It was Louis who awkwardly retracted his hand back.

       "But, I guess that did make sense. So I'll let him have your
pristine ass for today. I didn't even get such a treat, and I am your
stud. Can't believe I lost a fucking bet with that fucking Connor and I
need to hold off from fucking you so my bag of fart of a father can have a
fucking consummation wedding night with my bitch. And that dickforbrain
Connor had me chaste for a week! A WEEK!"

       Louis chuckled, "Well, no use talking to me. I am just a hole,
remember."

       Patrick smirked, "Give me a break. You just love cocks." Then he
leaned in and whisper using his deep hoarse voice, "Soon, you'll be an
emperor whose face being used to scrub someone's ball sweat. I'll make sure
to let everyone know Rory never bath since he was born, so don't you worry,
cunt."

       Instead of scaring Louis, what Patrick said only make his ass spasm
from hunger. Just the thought of getting his face rubbed on someone's balls
in front of his whole court already drove him to a full mast, imagine if it
was done on a town square with all of his people watching.

       "Get inside, cunt. I already have a headache from my dad, and pretty
sure it'll get worse soon. Don't need you to add more to it by cumming in
front of your subjects." Patrick smacked Louis square on the ass, though it
could potentially look weird, people would probably think the emperor found
a new good friend. Whatever it was, it seemed Rory's talk did let some
weight off Patrick's shoulder.

       They walked inside the palace while Patrick kept fondling Louis's
ass. If he heard any whisper about it, Patrick will just play his dad's
cultural difference card.

       As it was only a welcoming feast, it wasn't as grandiose as the
Frankish court usually would have, they had that going for the following
night. For now, it was only a small brunch before they headed to the
tourney arena for a welcoming joust as was tradition for welcoming kings of
Frankish from conquest, but this time, some of the Leinster warriors were
participating as well. All of them lost to the Frankish army, this was
their sport after all. However, they weren't mad since the knight that
bested them had already lost to the Leinster meat lances a few hours before
the tournament, and those knights probably jousted while carrying their
seeds. If some of them did mad from the humiliation of losing, they just
need to reinforce their dominance by fucking the knight who bested them at
the stable as their horses fuck the knight's horse as well.

       If the knight wasn't the famous Knight of the Rose that
was. Standing tall and might, quite muscular under those plate armor,
Lancelot had shoulder-length brunette hair. If anyone was lucky enough,
they might discover the 7" perfectly shaped cut dick and a big bubbly ass
that can be seen even being covered by armor. He had a pair of cute doe
eyes and soft supple lips covered around stubbles. Those lips were so
lascivious that Rory rose from his seating approaching the knight to kiss
him on the lips right in front of the audience. He sucked on the lips like
he was parched from a long journey, and his hands grope the pair of covered
asscheeks so hard it lifted the knight off the ground. Lancelot, fearing to
insult the foreign ruler, endured the onslaught on his face. He tried to
close his mouth, but after a few minutes, he needed to breathe. That gave
Rory the opening he needed to push his tongue and spit deeper into the
slutty knight, as Rory would have put it.

       Louis thought Patrick would be mad, but it seemed the man was
observing the audiences' reaction. It was as Louis had thought, many were
giggling. After all, kissing was not out of the ordinary for them.

       After a few minutes, Rory let go of the famous knight whose face
redden from being cut off the air for so long. "Heh, for someone who had
ladies screaming their cunts off, you're not quite experienced with the
mouth, are you boy?"

       "Yes, my apologies, my lord," Lancelot replied in between breaths.

       "It has been a few months but I've known well your emperor's knights
and royal army, and yet I haven't seen you. Tell me, where were you when
the emperor assaulted the Pale?"

       "I was securing the coast of Provence, my lord. Pirates' attack had
been rough right before the war. I was tasked along with a few other
soldiers to take care of them."

       "Heh, what a shame. We could've been better acquainted. We could've
used you." Lancelot's ass, if Rory was asked to be specific.

       Louis finally gave a small cough, and Rory excused himself. As it
was only a small jousting tournament, if you can call it a tournament at
all, Louis awarded Lancelot with a few sums of gold.

       After the joust, everyone headed back to the palace for dinner,
where Rory would spend most of his time getting Lancelot, now wearing his
own noble garments signifying his nobility, drunk while molesting his fat
ass under the pretense of friendly ass grabbing culture. Of course, he
shared that phat ass to his own men as well. Louis, on the other hand, was
busy introducing Patrick to his courtiers.

       He introduced Patrick, and Rory, to his court advisors, other than
Councillor Ferdinand, Lord-Mayor of Gascogne, which Patrick already
met. Standing straight and serious was a hunk of a blonde man in his early
fifties, Court Marshall, Duke Baptiste of Normandy. He had a few small
scars on his clean-shaven face which added to his domineering look and mean
blue eyes. He had a sizeable belly as were many nobles, but it was hidden
well under those muscles. He was one of Louis's dad's best friends and had
been the Court Marshall since his dad's reign. He was with his two sons,
two blue-eyed blondes built like a brick. One was a hulking giant,
Percival, while his little brother was a below-average height hunk who had
a babyface, Jacques.

       The Steward, Duke Frederic of Provence, was a youthful thin man in
his late forties. He was everything his three sons were except in the
brawn. He would look no older than his eldest son if not for those few
wrinkles. He looked as fuckable as his empress daughter and three sons
were, and Patrick knew he need to have the Welf family fuckfest soon.

       The Arch-Bishop, Stephanus, was an old decrepit fat man in his
sixties and was everything you'd think whenever you hear "old fat
priest". Despite not being able to see his eyes, Patrick knew the man was
so perverted he could see Isabella's pussy even in her long gown which the
bishop had been eyeing the entire time.

       Then Louis introduced Patrick to the court advisor and regent,
Louis's uncle, Pepin. The man was in his forties. Although he shared more
with Louis than Louis's dad whose pictures scattered throughout the palace,
he had a much meaner look than Louis. He was slender with no fat, but not
thin. He had short blonde hair and soft stubbles.

       Pepin wasn't only looked mean, he was mean as Patrick would later
see from him berating his own married son, with no wife in sight, for
flirting with married women. The son, a naturally toned beefy guy with huge
tits and no fat, named Hugo was clearly a Cassanova and a well-known
degenerate. He even flirted with Patrick subtly in front of his dad. As he
walked away to his own entourage of the like-minded degenerates, he made
sure he jiggled that big butt all the way since he was sure Patrick was
looking. He wasn't wrong.

       As for the rest of the courtiers, they introduced themselves to
Patrick in their own time. There was the blacksmith, William, who looked
more like a Viking than a Frankish man thanks to his braided otherwise bald
blonde hair, acted all tough like he had done the Royal Family a great
service for tempering their sword. Then he introduced his "protégé",
Adam, a bastard Orphan who was left by a courtesan from pregnancy outside
marriage. The courtesan left Adam in front of William's bedroom door one
night, and William had taken him as protégé as a charity since
then. Funnily enough, as the child grew up, he looked exactly like
William. Even at a glance, Patrick knew Adam helped temper his customers'
steel swords as well as his mentor's meat sword.

       Then a very well-dressed courtier also introduced himself to
Patrick. A dark hair thin man and charming small black eyes, clearly a
bootlicker, yet he did have a charming smile and a youthful charisma
despite clearly in his forties. Damien was a courtier who was also in
charge of organizing feasts and events for Louis. He used his assets well
and was quite a charmer thanks to his handsome face. Patrick could see he
was as degenerate as Hugo and his much younger and much handsome son,
Mason. He was the court jester during Louis's father's reign as a
punishment for complimenting Louis's mom's beauty. Louis didn't know why he
kept him as a courtier, not even a court jester anymore.

       "Probably because you've seen his cock."

       That did jog Louis's memory. He had a sizeable 8" uncut thin cock,
one of the many reasons his dad, a devout man, hated him for. During
Charles's reign, he'd have Damien play with his hood as part of the joke,
he even let everyone to pulled Damien's hood anytime they wanted. One
particular night Louis had the chance to see the dick in action as he
fucked the bride of the count of Callais, his dad's other best friend, on
their wedding night. Both Count of Anjou and the bride's family were
blonde, so when the kid was born black-haired, it did invite some
whispers. No one else knew about the real father besides Louis.

       The Grand Admiral Stephen and the General of the Royal Army Pontikus
also greeted him. He already knew both of them inside out so Patrick just
give them a nod. Stephen made his way back to mingle with the Leinster
regiments while Pontikus went to pour wine for Sean while his man mingled
with Pontikus's family of a wife, a married daughter, a son-in-law, and a
son. Once they disappeared from the party, Patrick knew Sean would be done
fucking all of them by the next day.

       Then there was this young noble rich brat in his earliest twenty
introducing himself to Patrick like his family's owned plot of land worth a
gold mine just because he bagged Pepin's daughter. But Patrick had to admit
this brat was quite fuckable. Although he was on the thin side, he was
quite toned. He had mouse-like small eyes and mouth that looked good on his
soft mustache and beard. He looked even more fuckable in his smaller
frame. He was like Louis, but way worse, yet Patrick would still turn his
ass inside out just to tell him he had bagged him. His name was Basile. His
wife, Charlotte, the oldest of Pepin's daughters, did look stunning, as
you'd expect from a Carolingian. She looked like a more mature Salome and
sluttier as well. The way she looked at Patrick, he knew the cunt already
had a few shares of cocks.

       Manon, the second sister, a beautiful blonde who looked more like a
girl than a woman in her mid-twenties thanks to her small frame, was
married to a slender blonde scholar named Marco who own a small library
collecting books and producing paper in Paris. She was a slut as well, but
married to a Navarrian prince, a betrothal she snatched from her own sister
certainly made her bolder. She spent all of her time during the party
charming all men in the room and expertly pushing that thin line boundary
between appropriate and slutty, just to let the men advance. It was
inappropriate for women to make any advance toward men, but it was okay if
the men did it as it prove the men's virility and chivalry to help women in
need, in this case, when her husband was "infertile". Not that Marco was
"infertile" or he cared less for Manon. He, in fact, was very sweet and
caring. He saw that his wife was happy interacting with other men, so he
always allowed any men who wanted to take her hand for dance or converse
with her, not knowing doing so would make it seem as if he needed other men
to help him with his wife. However, Marco was a timid man, kept to himself,
and unfamiliar with the social environment and the chivalry code, a fact
that encouraged Frankish to humiliate him by advancing intimately with
Manon even telling him to bring both of them, and sometimes a couple of
men, wine which was symbolism for gratitude for taking care of ones' wife's
needs. Pepin tried to educate Marco about chivalry, but the man shrugged it
off by saying he just wanted his wife to be happy.

       Pepin's wife, Catalina, was the sluttiest of the bunch. Dressed in
exotic almost scanty clad clothing, small thin one suit covering only her
tits and pussy in a layer of see-through velvet fabric, which she imported
from the Far East, she masked her lascivious nature well. The only black
hair in Pepin's family, but not the ugly one despite being the oldest woman
in her mid-forties. Her appearance made the youthful bachelors avoid
talking to her at all cost despite their growing hard-on and curiosity of
female anatomy, but for older nobles, she was a fair game. Unlike Marco,
however, Pepin did snark at the men if they became a little bit too openly
intimate.

       Yes, despite berating his family of propriety, Pepin only did so if
the act can be seen by the public. Patrick saw Manon was fondled in the ass
and boobs, when no one else was looking, by a man, then later another man,
and another. He would later know those men would become investors and
customers to her husband's business and studies. He also saw one of two
nobles gobbling on Catalina's tits in a dark hallway where nobody passed
and a bald nobleman with a thick mustache sitting beside Catalina fingering
her pussy while everyone was dining. The man was quite handsome and
definitely had a distinct look, especially his smile. He still looked like
a snobbish prick though. Patrick later knew the man as Bartholomew, an heir
of a powerful merchant house in Liguria. Pepin invited him a long time ago
to be a general in the Royal Army. Later, Patrick would know the man was
quite close with Pepin's family and often visit them in their abode, even
checking on Charlotte and Manon who lived with their respective husbands,
though Charlotte and her husband lived in Louis's palace as
courtiers. Patrick also saw Charlotte was kissing Louis's stablemaster
before sneaking somewhere without everyone looking. Later, Patrick would
know the man was Charlotte's long-time affair that she had even as she was
courted by many nobles in her youth.

       The man who told Patrick about all of those facts was Pepin himself
as Patrick would notice, during all of that, Pepin was aware of what
happened.

       "If my brother didn't go to countless wars, he would be drilling his
armies. Who do you think kept this kingdom safe? My sister-in-law? Who do
you think arranged his marriage in the first place? A simple woman who
spend nothing and interfere in nothing even though she was the princess of
the Eastern Latin Empire. I've been regent even since my father was still a
king and I've been managing the kingdom every since. And I can tell you
bring trouble just like Charles when he decided to flog Phillipe in public
for taking it in the ass and executed a Flander rich merchant's son. And he
still dared to request Mary's hand in marriage for Louis, just a few months
after the incident. The lowlands and Burgundy lost in a single night, and
Maximillian made sure he decimate the last bit of Charles's dignity. And
now, my nephew has been different since he arrived. He was... braver."
Pepin said when they were on a quiet balcony away from people.

       Before Patrick could reply, Bartholomew arrived shirtless, revealing
his muscular body and thick chest, and took Pepin's glass of wine. "I think
you had too much drink. If not, you wouldn't babble all of your secrets to
a stranger." Bartholomew drank the wine, the continued, "besides, there's
nothing wrong with being braver. This man here might be what your nephew
needed against that fucker Baptiste." The man slapped Patrick on the ass as
Patrick felt something soft pushing his back, Catalina's boobs.

       Catalina, looking sweaty but still vigorous, smiled as she caressed
Patrick's chest with her face awfully close. "Don't mind my husband. He
thinks people he didn't invite here are either useless and overcrowding the
palace he doesn't live in anymore." Catalina nudged Patrick's nose with her
which made Partick smile and pulled her in for a kiss while his hand
fondled her tit and wet pussy.

       "What a slut." Bartholomew said before gobbling on her free tit.

       "My husband might think you're useless, but I can certainly think of
a use for you," Catalina said pulling away from Patrick.

       "I didn't tell you to come," Pepin said to Catalina.

       "You told me to come with a sword, I'm just bringing my sheath,"
Bartholomew, who clearly didn't bring the steel sword Pepin meant, answered
winking at Patrick. Instead, he dropped his pants and fuck Catalina in the
ass on the balcony with his 6" cock. All this time, Catalina was still
dressed, but anyone who wanted to fuck her could just pull the cloth
covering her pussy or ass to the side for entry.

       Patrick, finally realizing what Bartholomew tried to imply, turned
to Pepin with a hand on his sheathed sword only to remember no sword was
allowed in the feast except for the guards.

       Pepin sighed, "I didn't intend to kill you. Only for the last
measure. I just wanted to know what do you want."

       Patrick seemed thoughtful considering whether to tell Pepin the
truth or not. It would be wise to tell a lie, but his dad's words and his
horniness that just getting harder with Catalina and Bartholomew fucking
beside him somehow made him feel aroused instead of wary. "Your nephew is a
slut for cocks, especially my cock, and I intend to make him into an
emperor slut and give him all the cocks he wants." Which made Catalina gasp
and Bartholomew laugh hard.

       Pepin looked at Patrick as if he was joking, but the smirk told
Pepin all he needed to know, "I know I was right, you came bringing
trouble. And I know I was right to tell that fucking useless Lombardian to
bring his sword."

       "I did, I am using it right now!"

       "Now, I need to worry about disposing you, and the clergy if Louis
finds another boy."

       This time, however, Patrick approached slowly while looking Pepin in
the eye, "If it's so troublesome, then why didn't you take the throne for
yourself."

       Pepin remained in his place, seemed not intimidated at all by
Patrick. "My place is not to rule."

       "Right, it's probably what your daddy said. It's not your place
then, it's not your place with your cunt brother, and it's not your place
now. It's my place to decide what is best for my slut."

       "Ouch!"

       "You do not know who you're speaking to boy. Don't forget your
place."

       Patrick scoffed, "I know who I am speaking to," he leaned in closer,
then whispered, "Don't you think I didn't notice you glanced at that cock
slut?"

       Pepin looked at him shocked. He tried to feign ignorance, but he
couldn't hide the hidden desire he buried for so long sparking in his eyes
as he was stared down by the boy, "So listen to your daddy before I'll put
you in your place in front of them. Or maybe that's what you want? For me
to be your new daddy? All of you are all slut, after all."

       Pepin stared at him defiantly, or he thought he was, but he couldn't
shake the undeniable excitement growing in his crotch. The heat rushed in
filling his body, and he did nothing when Patrick's hand sneakily grabbed
his ever-growing cock while he put Pepin's hand on Patrick's hardening
cock.

       "Cat catch your tongue? Slut?" Patrick whispered the last part. He
let go of the cock, making Pepin let out a disappointed sigh.

       Why was he disappointed when what he should do was to call the guard
and lock the boy in the dungeon? Because if he called the guards, they
would notice his wife and his best friend were fucking, right. That was the
reason.

       "I'll wait and see. I might as well wait until you ruin the kingdom
first before snatching the crown." Pepin finally replied. When Patrick
laughed at him and looked at the crotch, that was when Pepin realized he
hadn't stopped grabbing Patrick's cock. He also just realized he had been
massaging the cock to its full mast.

       "Woof, treason. But you surely don't need to worry about the
clergy. Even in the holy lands, those fuckers fuck boys. Not my kind of
taste, men's ass I meant, but I am interested in an emperor's ass. Say,
kid, if you need any money, I have a lot in my home in Liguria. I just want
a painting of me fucking an emperor's ass. That will surely be a nice
addition to my family house." Bartholomew said as he fucked Catalina
harder. The prospect of fucking an emperor surely got him going. In fact,
it got him fucking Catalina so hard he was only second from dumping his
seeds in Catalina's ass. He didn't pull out, however, Pepin knew
Bartholomew loved the feeling of his dick getting soft inside while being
massaged by the flesh and coated with cum. "And like I said, if there's
anyone who'll steal the crown, it's that Baptiste. I know a greedy cunt
when I see one. If this ballsy here make pretty Louis braver, then we need
to use him to our advantage."

       "Your ass seems to be smarter after a fuck."

       "You just notice? Why don't you show my asshole some gratitude with
that pretty lips of yours then?" Bartholomew jokingly bent over while
spreading his cheeks, then stood up to help Catalina.

       For a second, Patrick really thought Pepin was going to pounce that
ass. It was a great ass after all. Smooth just like the owner's head and
muscly yet firmly shaped, hairy on the crack to the taint, smells funky and
sexy even from where both of them standing, and the balls hanging so low
were just the cherry on top. Patrick, too, was doing his best not to kneel
and worship that ass.

       Pepin coughed, "That's enough playing around. We've gone too
long. Let's head back before people got suspicious." Pepin grabbed Catalina
away from Bartholomew and helped her to get back to the party.

       Patrick was still staring at Bartholomew's ass intently and watched
as it moved. Sometimes it would move to the left, then to the right, then
part to show Patrick's the small brownish hole. Then the ass was getting
slapped a couple of times, Patrick must have imagined it. Then the show was
over when the expensive velvet pants covered the ass. When Patrick finally
saw the ass owner's face, he was smirking at him.

       "You also have pretty lips," Bartholomew said with a wink that felt
like it shot right onto his prostate. Patrick opened his legs in response
to show the Lombard man his visible bulge. He swore if Bartholomew told him
to eat his ass while humping the floor, he would do it. It's a wonder what
balls filled with a full-week worth of cum could do to a man's brain.

       Bartholomew then headed out from the balcony as well. He didn't need
to sway his hip more to make Patrick look at his ass again, Patrick already
did.

       When Patrick was back at the party, Salome finally entered the
dining hall, and everyone was stunned. Yes, she was stunning in her long
red gown, but it was how the dress barely covered her breasts that made
everyone stunned. It was as if the breasts would pop out at any given
moment, and some people could swear they saw the princess areolas. Salome
approached Rory shyly. "It's the only dress I could find at such a short
moment, but it's quite small for me. I hope I am not disappointing you."

       Rory smiled reassuringly, "It's fantastic! You know how to make a
man happy!" he said as he groped Salome's breasts making one did burst out
of the cup. Everyone gasped, but they didn't turn their eyes away.

       It was the Archbishop who approached them and said, "I am sorry my
lord, I am afraid such behavior is inappropriate in here."

       "I am sorry, holy priest. This is a way for us to appreciate
beauty. The Princess is, after all, a beautiful young lady. For her beauty
not to be appreciated would be a sin, at least in my place."

       The lecherous archbishop nodded in agreement, "God loves beauty as
well, so your explanation makes sense. Although this way of thanking God's
creation hasn't been approved by the Holy See, more interaction with the
people of Leinster, sending priests to study there, could change our way of
worshipping God's beauty." He said sneaking a grab at Princess's breast and
expertly pinching the nipples. "I understand, please go ahead." He finally
walked away after he was satisfied fondling Salome's boob.

       Rory quickly grabbed Salome by the waist as he addressed the guests
who already had their attention. "As you can see here, my friends, the
Frankish royal family and I are close despite having met for only a few
months, hours for the beautiful princess here. There are some ways that I
do not understand of your people, and you to mine, but as a friend, we are
willing to share and to learn. The Frankish has welcomed us in their abode
and friendship, of course, we Leinsters need to show you our way of
welcoming ones to our friendship. We usually do this only for women or the
wives, but I had to make an exception for the emperor as only a blind man
can look at him and isn't be blinded by his beauty." Everyone cheered,
encouraged by the Leinsters' cheer first.

       "Now, I've done this to the emperor in front of my people, but I'd
do it again for our newfound allies within this hall." He held his hand
towards the Emperor, "C'mon, we've done this before, no need to be shy." He
said with a gaze that told Louis he would fuck him in front of everyone if
he didn't come forward.

       Everyone watched curiously as Louis approached.

       When Louis was beside him, Rory said, "Well, now, let me make myself
comfortable." As he snatched away the fur covering his cock. Half-hard
leaking cock. Not that it wasn't leaking before, but now everyone now what
that wet spot on the floor was. The murmurs began filling the room as the
crowd pointed at Rory's cock which seemed to get harder.

       Stephanus was about to make his entrance again when Louis held his
hand to stop him.

       When Louis was being slow, Rory spanked him on the butt to push
him. Now that Louis was in front of him, Rory pushed Louis by the head like
some common wench to everyone. "I know it seemed weird, but it's our way to
appreciate our friendship. For a man to rub his most precious thing, their
cock and balls, onto the face of a maiden they're going to protect and
cherish all their life, so they know they're as precious to them as well."
Some of them gasped at Rory's crudeness, some of them giggled, while Hugo
and his entourage of degenerate exclaimed, "Hell yeah!" The Leinster, on
the other side, was dying to hold their laugh.

       "I am making an exception for doing our most sacred ritual to a man,
your emperor, and I hope you'd do the same for my people, for the sake of
our friendship." He said as he grabbed Louis by the hair and pushed him to
his balls. "My cock is supposed to be hard, but don't worry, it'll be for
your sister." He said giving a wink to Salome who turned crimson red.

       "Inhale."

       Louis did.

       "You need to let everyone hear your or they'd think I am
bullshitting you."

       Louis led the loudest sniff as he could muster, his body was pushed
so hard into the balls and shook for a second. Then pulled his head away
from under the balls, letting the cock head make a precum trail across
Louis's face as it traveled. "Well, the woman was supposed to be naked, but
I think it was too much for all of you." He said smiling at the intoxicated
Louis as if he was challenging him.

       To everyone surprise, including Patrick, Louis stood and dropped his
huge coat and told Lucas to undress him.

       "My lord, he said you didn't have to--" Stephanus chimed in.

       "When a man offers you shelter, did you take his food without his
permission or refrain from taking it unless he over you by his hand,
Arch-bishop?" When Stephanus didn't answer, he continued, "The Lord taught
us to know virtue by heart and not by laws spoken by men. When someone
gives you kindness, of course, you return his kindness in earnest and not
insincerity. They fight alongside us. They didn't ask us to return it with
our lives. Have I no shame to steep so low, Arch-bishop?"

       "No, your excellency."

"Now undress me." Lucas spent no time shedding Louis, who turned his back
off the crowd facing Rory, off his clothes. As the last piece of cloth
fell, Louis's shame rose. Or maybe it was his heat? His cock was sure
raising despite the cold air blowing on his bareback.

       Everyone gasped as the last piece of clothing fell and they could
finally see Louis's round and high tight dimple cheeks. He could hear
several whistles, probably from Hugo and his friends. All those stares
somehow made his backside so hot Louis was trying his best not to bend over
and offer them his hole like a slut. He was facing away from the guest so
they cannot see his hard cock, but her sister can. Louis was as crimson red
as her when he covered his cock.

       Rory pulled Louis closer again by the hair, and whispered "Squat and
make sure everyone can see your asshole. I want to see if they'll notice
your hole has been battered by cocks." Then he pushed Louis by the hair
under his balls.

       At first, it was just a normal squad. But by the first strong inhale
in the balls, his legs were opened wider, and his back arched. Now everyone
can see him holding on to Rory's legs pushing himself to inhale the
balls. His hole was open for everyone to see. At first, the men wanted to
complain but fearing it would insult the emperor, they do not dare. So they
kept watching. They couldn't help themselves but feel intrigued by the
shape of Louis's butt as it gave a light shake when Louis was deep in
Rory's balls. Or when it winked a couple of times when Louis sneak some
licks on Rory's balls.

       "Want to know something about my dad's balls?" Patrick asked Hugo's
group, as he was seated with them watching, which made Hugo pull his chair
closer to Patrick and Damien, appeared out of thin air, pulled his seat
closer on the other side.

       "He never washed, not even since the day he was born," Patrick said
a little bit too loud the people around him started whispering and pointing
at Louis.

       "Fuck! That's gross."

       "You can tell that to the emperor's face if you can still see him
under those sweat!" They laughed.

       After a while, Rory pulled Louis a little bit so now his shaft was
on the face. He used one hand to press the cock and the other to pull the
head. That's when he began truly grounding his cock on Louis's face. He
didn't only press hard, he was also fucking hard. It was so fast that the
cocksnot didn't only glisten Louis's crown and face, it was also spraying
on nearby guests as well.

       "At least it's not the dirty balls anymore." Said Hugo.

       "You think he ever clean it off cunt juice?"

       "What a crude guy!" Said someone on the table looking at him
disgusted. Patrick was silent for a while and almost apologize when the
guys laughed.

       "You'll fit right in with us!" Said Hugo punching Patrick's shoulder
lightly, which Patrick returned by grabbing him by the ass.

       Hugo reached behind, and for a second, Patrick was ready with his
reasoning, but instead of pulling it away, Hugo made it so Patrick's thumb
can push Hugo's hole while his other fingers can touch Hugo's low-hanging
balls. Hugo gave him a knowing smile as he silently gyrated his hips on
Patrick's hand, letting the thumb tease his hole and the fingers scratch
his balls.

       When Rory was done, Louis's face was red slick with precum and
sweat, and his hair was messy as well. "This one wasn't part of the ritual,
but your Emperor loves it." He mashed Louis's face on his thick jungle red
bush and grated the face there.

       "Yeah, that thing is worse than his balls and his cock."

       "Hmph!" That was the sound Hugo surprised, but not by the fact, but
more by the skin suddenly touching his hole.

       Patrick leaned in and whispered, "Sorry, I couldn't resist tearing a
hole there. And yeah, not the first pussy I fingered like this." Then
Patrick pulled his hand so now his fingers can focus solely on the hole.

       "C'mon we also wanted to know about your dad! Don't keep it between
you two." Said Damien.

       "I was just telling him, my brothers and I used to get revenge on
him by pissing in his bush when he was asleep, and he never once cleaned it
off." Which was not a lie. When everyone was gasping in disgust, Hugo used
this opportunity to impale the finger right on his spot and let out a moan
expertly disguised as disgust. Patrick wasn't playing nice on Hugo, he let
the man know he intend on making him cum on the spot. Patrick was amazed by
Hugo's capability to have a normal conversation while he was getting
stimulated on his joy button. Of course, it only ignited Patrick's fury
more to make the man cum.

       Then when Rory was finished, Louis was breathless with a few red
hairs matted on his face. He pulled Louis by the hair again to stand, and
he announced, "Now, we'll see if I managed to forge a bond with the
Emperor."

       Louis was still taking his time after being intoxicated by Rory's
odor, he didn't realize what Rory planned to do until he said, "Don't you
dare cover your cock."

       Louis didn't even know what happened. All he realized was now he was
standing as naked as the day he was born with his cock pointing straight at
the guests. Rory was spouting some more bullshit about meaning and stuff,
but Louis knew no one was listening. All their eyes were on Louis's cock
displayed. The men from Hugo's group who he often berated openly as good
for nothing were now laughing at him and his hard cock. Then he saw Patrick
looking at him, and he knew he told them how unclean Rory's nether region
was. Louis, however, didn't expect Patrick to whisper to Hugo, and then had
him stand a little bit showing Louis sneakily how Patrick's fingers were
wrecking his cousin's ass without fearing anyone else would see him. But
then again, he was a degenerate, getting fingered at a party was certainly
something everyone expect him to do.

       Nobody would expect him, the prime and proper emperor, to stand
naked in front of his subject, after getting his face used like a rag, with
a hard-on. Instead of feeling ashamed, he was feeling hotter. He could feel
his precum was building, and it would be more humiliating for him if the
people see his dick leaking precum like a barbarian beside him. He would be
ashamed, and yet, Louis could feel his own cock letting go the precum,
debasing himself further. More fingers were pointing at him, his cock. He
didn't need to look to know his cock already spewing pre like a leaking
pot. He heard Hugo's group was getting rowdier with the insult that made
the guards were approaching them, their words just didn't register in
Louis's brain anymore. Instead, his cock was leaking more precum as more
whistles and words were thrown at him. He didn't even do anything when
Rory's slapped his cock around making it spray more precum everywhere.

       "Your highness always refuses to go to my brothel, we were afraid
that his highness has some problem inside his pants. We're glad to see his
highness himself has shown us how wrong we were. Why don't you open your
legs so everyone can see how healthy you are." That sneering and sarcastic
tone definitely belonged to Hugo, getting back at him after Louis's endless
barrage of insults prior to this. Louis, face redded in shame and pent-up
lust, looked at Hugo. Everyone was sure it would be another Louis's outrage
at Hugo, they were surprised to see Louis instead open his legs and thrust
his hips forward at Hugo. He wasn't challenging Hugo, however, he was
offering his cock as a sign of defeat like a dog offering his belly.

       "By God, Louis. If I know fucking unwashed pubes smelling like a rat
died in it would make you loosen up, I've given you some long time
ago. Don't worry, my brothel proud itself in fulfilling every desire, I am
sure I can find some sailors fitting your... sophisticated nose." Hugo
gloated, becoming braver with his quip, which incited more laughter.

       "Too bad my red forest is one of a kind! Your cock knows it!" Rory
said as he slapped Louis's cock making him wince. He spanked Louis so hard
the clap was thundering across the hall, "Stand firm, boy!" Rory scolded
him like a child.

       Louis apologized as he stood still once more with his legs open and
looked at the crowd giggling at him being treated like a child, something
they haven't seen in quite a long while.

       "Fuck, I like this Louis better. Remind me of cute little darling
Louis, not like the ass Emperor Louis." Everyone gasped at Hugo's word,
"What? I know all of you also prefer this Louis."

       He was right, everyone did prefer old, or the current, Louis than
Louis after his father's death. Nobody dared to say it.

       "Well, that's what a good bonding can do. Making men happy. And
women of course." Rory said grabbing Louis's hard cock. He knew the
insinuation didn't lose on the Frankish as he saw their face turn red.

       "Yeah? How happy can he get?" Hugo challenged with an evil smirk. He
didn't know how far Louis would take it, but he loved to see.

       "Why don't you show us how happy you can be, your highness," Rory
said sneakily pushing a finger hard straight to Louis's prostate making the
man tip-toed.

       Louis wasn't only tip-toed, he squealed loudly as his eyes rolled
backward and his cock jumped letting loose strong torrents of cum.

       "Fuck! Louis, I thought you always told us to grow up! But, I guess
the emperor can wet himself like a baby if he wants, or like an adult with
his cum while playing charade! Let me guess, it's a pig?" Hugo incited more
chaos as more nobles chimed in playing the charade, using this rare
opportunity to humiliate Louis, seeing the Emperor seemed to not mind the
act, even bringing this on himself by squealing louder.

       And as everyone shouted and shouted more humiliating guess at him,
stranded whale, dying pig, birthing mare, horny bitch, his cock grew harder
and redder until it was steel hard that it was getting hard for the cum to
come out. Everyone thought the show was over. Then Louis loudly moaned and
his muscle was tensing as his body shook, Hugo pointed out to everyone that
Louis's balls were so far up to the pubic region, the balls were no longer
visible.

       "We're not done yet! C'mon, your highness, show your subject how
happy you are and how much you love them!" He heard Rory shout with an arm
locking Louis's neck bending him over as his body was shaken by Rory's
rough finger fucking. To everyone else though, he was shaking from the cum
that was about to... well, cum out. Everyone could see his euphoric cum
face as Hugo somehow appeared in front of him with Louis's favorite
drinking golden goblet, a gift from his father for his first hunt. The
winning smile on Hugo`s face got wider as he covered Louis's cock with the
goblet and held it there. "Hump, cunt!" Rory's whisper which Hugo could
hear as well. When Louis humped the goblet like a dog, Hugo looked at Rory
like an excited dog. Rory winked at him and swung his hips showing his
half-hard huge cock.

       "Louis! Maybe you should play around with us more. With that kind of
move, I pity Isabella!"

       Louis squealed like a pig as he let out the strongest blast of cum
he ever let out. It was as if all of the cum he saved for the night was
pushing its way out. Louis moaned harder as he moved his hips faster while
cumming. Glob and glob of cum kept cumming out until nothing came, but Hugo
wasn't done yet. He told someone to hold the goblet while he milked the cum
out of Louis's cock like he milked a cow. The cum did come out, and when it
no longer did, he set the goblet to a noble who acted like he was disgusted
at first, but then the men gathered around to look at the emperor's cum
filling the cup.

       "See? That's how happy the emperor is. He might not show it because
of those, politeness, you love to spew about. But nothing a good bonding
can't fix." Rory grabbed and shook Louis's limp cock at everyone.

       "But an emperor is supposed to be held on a higher standard."
Stephanus disagreed.

       "Does he need to be around his trusted allies, courtiers, and
advisors?"

       "Yes, bishop. Not every king was as prim and proper as
Charles. Fuck, I read Charles the first knew how to party, unlike Charles
the second!" Shouted a noble.

       "Respect him! He was still your emperor!" This time, Baptiste barked
at the noble.

       "My point still stands, Lord Marshall."

       "I say, all of you need to shut up. This is our party, our
traditional feast where we let loose. We don't have to care about other
kings, we got tomorrow's feast, the feast of God's champion for that. This
night, it's ours." Hugo held up his glass, "Cheers!" then he clanked his
glass on Louis's cock before drinking it. Everyone cheered at Hugo as well,
lightening up the mood of the party as the night was still young.

       In the end, Louis was so weak that Rory gave the honor of bringing
Louis to his chamber to Hugo's group, including Patrick, who wasted no time
to carry Louis upside down by each limb so now his cock was dangling and
they made sure the cock was swinging. When they were out of sight, Hugo
quickly swoop his feet on Louis's balls.

       Louis was writhing trying to grab his balls, but all he could do was
swing his cock. "I'm sorry, buddy. I was just checking if you're still
alive or dead from cumming too hard."

       "Can I check too?"

       "Sure, made sure you have an emperor's uncle for a father to kiss
his ass when he wakes up."

       The men grunted and they began roughhousing each other and
incidentally dropping Louis flat on his face and balls to the hard
marble. They laughed and then looked around to make sure no one was
seeing. After faking to carry Louis again only to drop him again several
times, they way to Louis's bedroom.

       "You sure he won't kill you after he sobered up from
the... uh... pubes?" The group looked at Patrick, then at each other, then
at Patrick again shaking their heads.

       "I got my uncle, you guys should've used your brain next time
messing with the emperor."

       "What if I can tell you a trick to let him forget everything?"

       "Wait, do you know how to do that!?" Asked one of the nobles.

       "Yeah, it's a secret technique taught in our family." Hugo knew
Patrick was bullshitting everyone, but he wasn't one to back down from a
challenge.

       "What if it didn't work? We'll be dead!" Argued another noble.

       "Do you smartasses have any other choice?" Hugo slapped them by the
head one by one, then turn to Patrick, "What do we need to do?"

       "Put him on the bed." They threw Louis on the bed.

       Patrick got on top of Louis and slapped his face a few times as if
checking something, then he leaned in like he was checking on his
breathing. "You're awake right?" He whispered.

       "Yes," Louis whispered back, eyes still closed.

       "Good. I am going to tell everyone to fart in your face, and you're
not going to move an inch unless it is to make sure your nostril is on
their hole. Don't worry if they get suspicious. I'll handle
it. Understood?"

       "Yes."

       "Okay, he's ready! Everyone, I want you to drop your pants and put
your hole on his nostril then fart as hard as you can."

       "Wait, what the fuck? You sure it works?"

       "Yeah, what if it didn't work?"

       "You pussies. I don't give a fuck if it didn't work. I am not
turning down a chance to choke that cunt with my fart." Hugo took off his
pantsed and quickly straddled Louis's face. And as he tried to position the
head, it moved right to Hugo's hole. Hugo looked at Patrick who only
smirked at him. Hugo suddenly pushed Louis's face as hard as he can to his
hole and let out the hardest fart he could produce. Everyone could see his
7" cut cock was standing. When he finished, Hugo stood beside Patrick.

       "He awake?"

       "Yep." Hugo looked at him like he was crazy.

       "Wait, the head moves!" said the noble who straddled Louis's face.

       "Don't worry. It's my spell. To make the face look for the hole."

       "I see." Nobody questioned anything anymore, and the sound that
filled the room was only the sound of farts.

       Meanwhile, at the ballroom, Salome was pissing herself out on the
Archbishop's face. Something she never thought would happen to her, in
public at the very least. Then again, she also never thought to see her
brother would ejaculate in front of everyone while getting a finger up his
ass. Yes, all those times Louis was cumming, Salome could see Rory wrecking
his brother's ass along with other guards who seem to keep their poker face
like they didn't see something strange.

       Right after Louis was carried away by Hugo, Rory quickly turned his
attention to her, sucking the finger that had been in her brother's ass as
he approached her. He asked, "Do you want to keep your clothes or honor
your brother and our traditions?"

       When he put it that way, the answer was obvious. "I'll honor my
brother and your tradition."

       "Good." In one fell swoop, Rory rip her out of her gown. Everybody,
most notably the Archbishop, was walking closer to watch.

       He whispered, "Don't be shy Salome, you're a beautiful cunt." Salome
was aghast, but Rory didn't look apologetic. "I mean women. I am sorry, but
we don't have women in our home, only cunts. Now let's see if you can top
your brother's splendid performance." Rory grabbed Salome by the tits as he
pulled her. That was when Salome realize Rory might not be as genuine as he
seemed. Even then, she didn't run away, instead, her pussy was getting
hotter for what was to come.

       The thing that happened next was pretty similar, face to balls,
showing holes to everyone, face to the shaft, and face to pubes, which
Salome finally knew why his brother liked those pubes. Then just like her
brother, her legs were pulled to her shoulder as Rory held it in place from
behind and expertly played with her tits. "For women bonding ritual, we
usually do it like this, with the husband helping playing with her clit,
but as Salome had no husband, I think it would be better to leave the task
to his holiness."

       Stephanus, somehow, was already fingering Salome's cunt making her
moan, expertly finger fucking her. Then after sometimes he asked, "Only
with hands?"

       Rory smirked, "We give people freedom in worship beauty, your
holiness."

       "Then let me indulge in this worship of beauty. In Lord's name, of
course."  He said before giving Salome her first cunnilingus as he buried
his face into her crotch, and the tongue was so long it also sometimes
traveled far to her asshole as well.

       Rory whispered so only Salome and Stephanus could hear, "Say, your
holiness, I don't mean to implore but," Stephanus glanced at him once then
went back eating Salome, "I hope what I did tonight won't cause Louis a
problem. I know my tradition was unorthodox."

       "Don't worry, if I can truly feel the beauty of God in this
tradition, I am sure I can do something." He said without letting his mouth
go.

       "Well, you hear that Salome. Show him the beauty of God."

       "I... I don't know how."

       "Don't you reckon a piss would be enough, your holiness? Salome is a
virgin after all."

       "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He said enthusiastically burying his face deeper.

       "Well, you know what to do now. Moan like your brother as well to
get the people going will you."

       Salome didn't need to be told twice, she naturally moaned like a
bitch as she pushed Stephanus's head deeper. Sluttiness indeed ran in the
family.

       "See boys, this is how we like to party. With our heart and soul
while appreciating God's creation!" Everyone cheered Rory. "We became
closer, not only the Royal Family and mine but also you lot! We bonded
together! Louis shed his clothes to be closer to all of you, to understand
your hardship, and it was liberating, doesn't it!?"

       "Yeah! Boys will be boys!"

       "I never knew the Emperor is that wild! He had always been,
proper. Never heard of any scandal about him at all! even Pepin the Pious
like to be spanked before sleep! I thought our parties would be boring
after his ascension since he was boring as a teen!"

       "Yeah! The late Emperor probably made him that way! I'm glad we know
he was a boy like one of us!"

       "The men and their rowdiness! It was surely interesting and new. I
never knew of this... tradition to appreciate beauty and flesh in the name
of God! Handsome and cultured! As expected of our new emperor! I wish I was
Empress Isabella!" Said a noblewoman whose husband didn't seem to mind.

       "Bear in mind, this tradition hasn't been endorsed by the church
yet!"

       "Well, then, I humbly ask the church to see and study the scriptures
about this, your holiness. I don't mind appreciating women's beauty! Or
even the Emperor! He's prettier than my wife!"

       "It's not fair, you're the only one who gets to appreciate beauty,
Archbishop! We also want to appreciate the beauties here." Said a Leinster
trying to incite chaos, which succeded as everyone's attention turned to
the bishop still eating Salome.

       "Fine! Fine! But unmarried women may not be appreciated by men,
however, as they belong to God before they finally belong to men. If they
want to be appreciated, let the clergy, in the name of God, appreciate
them. Married women may only be appreciated with permission from the
husband."

       "What about men?"

       "Men shall not lay with other men!" Said the Archbishop firmly.

       "But it's not laying with other men, your holiness. It's
appreciating beauty. If it was laying, then wouldn't you have violated the
vow of chastity?" Rory replied.

       "I guess you're right. Fine, only if the men want to be
appreciated."

       "Well, what are you waiting boys!?" Said Rory to the men,
particularly Leinster men who had stayed silent this whole time.

       Of course, they let all of the Frankish appreciate their wives, then
they shed their clothes to charm the wives, and the husbands. It was normal
for the wives who had only seen their husbands' pristine small frame to be
interested in more roguish bodies of the Leinster. The men knew they needed
to charm the husband first, however, so they began acting closer, teaching
them how to appreciate beauty, eating ass that was, as they were more
expert. Soon they too were offered to show how it was done by the
husbands. Once they saw how the wives squealed, the husbands were already
intrigued when the Leinster offered to do the same to them. Both wives and
husbands would be on top of a table offering their ass for the Leinster
men, and their friends, to appreciate.

	Manon was also being eaten on a table by a group of nobles, her
husband's "friends", while the husband ran around back and forth getting
wine and food to feed the nobles and wiping their sweat with Marco's
handkerchief which had his family emblem embroidered. The nobles insisted
to use it as helping his wife was a noble cause after all. They also wanted
to use it to cum into as they argued, cum was a dick sweat as well. Marco
was about to refuse when Manon interfere and begged him to follow what they
wanted. So now, his family handkerchief was a cumrag as well. Later, they
told Marco to bring the handkerchief everywhere, including social parties,
as a reminder of their friendship and in case they needed a quick use for
it. Marco remained on the side as a servant most of the time while his wife
was eaten out by his "friends" who sometimes brought other men he barely
knew, until the Leinster men came in, ate Manon, and then convinced Manon
to persuade Marco to be appreciated by the Leinster as well. Then the
couple was on all four on a courtyard bench, kissing each other while
strangers ate their asses. Both Marco and Manon also cummed numerous times
into the handkerchief, and it was easily stuck on Marco's face when they
were done and passed out on the table.

       Salome and Isabella were lying tired side by side as they were
serviced by Stephanus, among other virgin girls volunteered by their pious
fathers.

	Everyone thought the councilors would be hesitant, but that wasn't
true at all. Not Duke Frederic who even allowed his business partners to
use his wife and his sons' wives as well, only noting his three sons
eagerly bending over for the new Leinstermen. Ferdinand threw his daughter,
his son-in-law, and his grandsons at the Leinster before they even
came. Basile was looking for his wife when Pepin forced him to appreciate
his ass to keep him from looking for Charlotte. Despite his snobbish and
spoiled attitude, he knew not to question his father-in-law and resigned to
his fate as an ass seat for the rest of the party. Bartholomew, on the
other hand, was busy holding a train on Catalina going. Most of them were
old, but there were a couple brave your bachelors who were just too
curious. For a reward, Bartholomew would let them sink their cock into
Catalina's mouth while nobody was looking.

       It wasn't hard for Damien and Mason to convince husbands to let them
appreciate their wives. It wasn't hard for them to convince the husbands to
let them be appreciated or appreciate them afterward just for the
laugh. However, once the father-son tasted how Leinsters' tongues felt on
their hole, they didn't want anything else. They knew they would be great
friends, Damien even threw his wife and daughter-in-law straight to the
Leinstermen and didn't care where the women disappeared to afterward.

	The only one who didn't participate in this appreciation was
Baptiste as he wasn't convinced at all by what Rory or Stephanus said and
knew all of the bullshits they were saying was only to allow this
debauchery to happen. He did remain to stay with his two sons who he forbid
to participate as well, though his hand remained on his daughter-in-law's
crotch while the other on his gigantic eldest son's crotch. If his son,
Percival, ever got hard, he would swing his hand so hard on the crotch the
table they seated on shook up getting hit by the legs. He would eventually
tough it out and didn't even react when his father eventually punched him
again. His daughter-in-law, too, would suffer a similar thing
differently. Instead of a punch, Baptiste would use a few fingers that he
shot up his daughter-in-law's cunt if it got wet only to find it get
wetter. It made Baptiste so angry he didn't stop pulling and pushing his
fingers in and out while calling her sluts under his breath, when she would
eventually come and cannot hold her breath, it made Baptiste rougher, and
Percival hardened hearing his wife's moan. A hard-on that didn't go away
even after being punched, so Baptiste punched it again, and again. Deep
inside, he felt proud when the 10" wine-bottle wide hard-cock could take
his beating. Everyone in the room turned their attention to Baptiste
fingerfucking his in-laws while beating the husband's cock who only
flinched once or twice every couple of punches. Percival was also ordered
to do the same thing for his brother, Jacques. However, he loved his baby
brother so much he didn't do anything to him, only putting his hand over
the crotch. Jacques, on the other hand, scoffed as he knew his brother
would be too weak to hurt him so instead, he dropped his pants and ground
his hard cock on his brother's huge hand. He even asked his brother to jerk
his cock. Percival hesitated for a while, but with his baby brother's
urging, he did it anyway. Now it looked as if Percival couldn't get his
dick down, while Jacques was the pious saint who had shed his earthly
desire.

	"I thought Percival would be more chaste. He didn't seem to be the
type to lust over women." Jacques heard a noble say.

       The wife replied, "Man is just a man after all. His brother
surprisingly did well. I guess that hard work and training under his
father's scrutiny and clear bias must have paid well." Jacques was totally
basked in the compliment while hiding it expertly.

       "You slut, what do you know about knighthood? Percival was a great
knight, of course, he had a lot of stamina to spare of his wife. His
brother probably hasn't grown up yet to get his dick hard." Said a naked
man whom Jacques knew as one of the knights as well. "Fucking
merchants. Bend her on the table. I am going to teach you to respect the
knights because your husband didn't know how!" The merchant obeyed in fear
and watched as his wife was eaten and spanked in front of him. Later, the
knight would kick him in the balls for getting hard.

       Jacques, however, was so upset he was getting harder. He was truly
fucking Percival's hand, and not long after he told Percival to empty
Percival's own glass and put it under his dick. Percival did without
question and held the glass as Jacques filled it with cum.

       "Bro. Drink it!" He whispered to Percival.

       "What?"

       "If you put it on the table, dad will know and he'll kill me!
Please! You know dad has been looking for reasons to throw me down the
river my entire life!"

       "Nonsense. Dad loves you as much as I do." He paused, "But you have
a point."

       "Then stop talking and drink my cum, asshole."

       Fearing what their dad would do to his little brother, Percival
quickly brought the glass to his lips and drank its content before anyone
could see what it was. Jacques smiled seeing how dumb his brother
was. Percival returned the smile as he felt accomplished making his brother
happy.

       When the party was over, Baptiste and his eldest son walked out
proudly with hard-on inside their pants. Percival was clearly beat his
father in the dick department and Baptiste made sure every noble they
passed know. He would stop one or a few prestigious families just to show
his son's schlong. He would stand side by side and let them size his bulge
of a 6" cock to his son's 10". He wasn't even shy to grab the dick and
compared it to his own just to make it look even bigger.

       Back in Louis's chamber, some of the nobles had farted twice or
thrice for the charm, while Hugo had farted more than five times. He would
just sit on Louis's face as they converse and farted. He would grind his
ass on the face as well when he was bored farting. "Don't worry, we all
know his highness nose had a taste for the rotten smell. I just hope my ass
is smelly enough for him." He joked.

       Not much later, only Hugo and Patrick were left in the room as the
rest were in a rush to see Salome's naked body on display as she squirted
on the Archbishop's face. Hugo wasn't in a rush, so he remained seated on
Louis's face conversing with Patrick while occasionally letting small farts
out.

       When Hugo finally stood, he said was leaving the room.

       After a while, Louis heard Patrick say, "He left."

       Louis opened his eyes and saw Patrick stand beside Hugo who was
playing around with his 7" cock as hard as a rock leaking precum as their
eyes met. He was smirking like a wolf caught his prey, and Louis's cock
shot up in response.

       "Louis, I didn't know you'd be so happy to see me stay. I also
didn't know you're such a slut. I had seen nobles eating my manwhores'
asses. This is the first time I see someone, an emperor nonetheless,
willingly to be fart on." Hugo approached him, and grabbed his balls, "Tell
me, cousin, did my fart smell good?"

        "Yes."

       Louis whispered hesitantly which Hugo didn't take very well, so he
twisted Louis's balls instead.

       "Yes! Yes! Your fart smells heavenly!"

       "Heavenly! My, Louis! You're such a freak!"

       Louis, whose balls had been let go, turned his head away not wanting
to look at Hugo.

       "Then tell me why did you act like you're the purest man in the
universe in front of me and those pricks whose fart you inhale like drugs!
I knew I was offering you cunts, but heck Louis, you can just tell me to
look for fart and I'll swear I'll get a man with the foulest fart!" Hugo
grabbed Louis by the hair and turned it to face him. "Tell me why you were
such an ass to me, you freak!?"

       Louis could see anger and also sadness there, they were close after
all. It was just that as time went on, Louis grew to focus on making his
father happy and drove Hugo away. Even after his father's death, Louis
still couldn't stop being the pompous puritanical.

       "I... I just realized that I was."

       "Was what, cousin?" Hugo knew what Louis meant, but of course, he
wanted Louis to debase himself further, shedding his puritanical layers
until his leaking cock was bare for everyone to see just like what Rory had
done. Even the thought already made Louis hard.

       "I just realized—"

       "Hold on, make it interesting. Jerk your cock or something."

       Louis looked at Patrick who now stood beside Hugo, "Yeah, I guess
there is nothing wrong with reminding you of your place from time to time."

       Patrick picked Hugo up then threw him on the bed rolled upside down
with his ass facing Louis. Patrick gave Louis his usual naughty half-smile
as he licked his middle finger and stuck it inside Hugo's ass hard. Hugo
didn't care he was in front of Louis and let out a slutty moan.

       "C'mon bitch. Don't forget your job!" Patrick said sticking the
middle finger into Louis's mouth after and pulling it out to finger Hugo
again.

       Feeling in heat again even after that hard cum, Louis pulled his
legs apart and showed Hugo and Patrick his hard cock as he jerked it, "I
just realized that I like cocks and balls! I always got this weird feeling
inside me when I see one. I didn't know what it was until Patrick fed me
his, and I know right then it felt so right! The taste, the meat, the
sweat, everything taste so good. I realized right then how good sucking
cock was and how good it was being in between men's legs. My man's
legs. And when he put his cock inside my ass, I knew right then I didn't
have an ass. I have a cunt, and it was a home for his cock and any cock he
was willing to grace me." Louis stared Patrick in the eyes, as his man
stared back with triumph as if he had conquered a whole empire with his
cock. Well, he was about to.

       Louis was about to kiss Patrick, when he suddenly stuck the finger
that had been inside Hugo's ass inside Louis's mouth again, this time it
stayed long enough for Louis to suck. Then he pulled it back and began
fingering Hugo's ass again.

       "And the smell! I hate it, I truly do. I don't know why. I guess I
know. When I smell Patrick's balls, Rory's proud red royal forestry, your
fart, they smell... strong. And it makes me weak in the knees. All I want
to do is just kneel and offer my cunt to you. Let you do as you please. I
guess, your smells make me realize my true place. And it makes me
uncomfortable as an emperor."

       Louis smelled Hugo's balls, inhaling in with deep respect before
began washing the jewels of the Carolingian dynasty with his tongue. Unlike
his, those jewels had produced a son and a second one was baking. "It makes
me uncomfortable seeing you, and your friends, being true men while I am
supposed to be your emperor, your better, when deep down, I know I am
not. I can't see you act like a man because I would want to kneel and over
my ass to you. I guess that's why I was being an ass." Louis stared at
Hugo's eyes this time with sincerity.

       Hugo, however, could clearly tell having his ass fingered and his
cock and balls dangling between Louis and his face meant it wasn't a good
time to have the heart-to-heart conversation. So he instead reached over
and pulled Louis's balls. "Listen little cousin. I guess the reason why you
were an ass was that you want to show my friend and me how good your
asshole was. I forgot that a shy cunt like you exists, so it was partly my
fault, but don't worry. I promise you, one of this day, I am going to bring
you to my brothel as the entertainment, and we'll rail your ass with our
cocks, fulfilling your cumdump dream. But, as you said, we're men, so you
better be ready to be turned into our cumbag."

       Patrick scoffed, "Yeah, seeing sluts talking like studs, as long as
you Frankish and Carolingian realize your place as our cumrag, I don't care
how you bone each other." Patrick then pulled Louis's head to Hugo's ass
which Louis happily ate as Patrick spanked Hugo's asscheeks hard to make
his point. Despite having his asscheeks beaten to red, Patrick could tell
Hugo didn't really get the message and still saw him as a friend. Luckily,
Rory entered the frame.

       "What the fuck son! I thought we had a deal!"

       Patrick quickly dodged to the side of the bed, expecting his father
had already charged at him. He was surprised to find his father just
standing in front of the door naked with a hard cock laughing at him.

       "The deal was not fucking him and me not to cum. It didn't say
anything about giving him someone's cock."

       "I guess you're right, son."

       "You're not mad?" Patrick stood there warily as Rory stood in front
of him.

       "Why would I? I just need to take your hole instead! But you didn't,
so I won't. I knew a week without release must be hard for you son." He
patted Patrick on the head, "besides, you bring me another slut. How can I
be mad?" Rory turned to Hugo who was fingering himself while Louis sucked
on his balls.

       "I am afraid I am not your slut tonight, chieftain. I can get you
one from my brothel if you got some golds. If you got more golds, I might
be persuaded to be your slut."

       Louis turned Hugo's body to the side so his cousin could show the
goods to Rory better. Hugo even pulled his legs wider to stretch his hole
more and make his cock and balls dangle upside down as he gave Rory a cocky
smile while his eyes were stuck to Rory's hard cock.

       Rory swung his cock to the left, Hugo's face followed. When he swung
it to the right, the face turned to the right as well, "I think not, son. I
think you're going to be my slut tonight, and any night, for free."

       "I am afraid, Hugo Carolingian doesn't do free, chieftain." He said.

       Rory pulled Hugo's body closer to the edge of the bed, then lower
the tip of his dick onto Hugo's mouth. The latter happily suckle on the
leaking head. After a while, Rory pulled away.

       "I was going to give that for free, but a bitch like you need to be
taught a lesson. Cunts shouldn't ask for money when a stud offered them his
cock out of the kindness of his heart, and balls. In fact, you're going to
pay me to wreck you like a slut."

       Hugo gave his confident smile, "You are charming,
chieftain. Especially that big cock of yours. But—"

       Rory held Hugo's mouth open, then he pushed his huge cock into
Hugo's mouth. He didn't care how Hugo's struggled to push him with hands or
gag reflex, Rory just pushed through. Louis could see Hugo's neck inflated
as the cock passed.

       When the huge pole disappear into Hugo's head, Rory made himself
comfortable by kissing Louis. "Breathe to your nose, cunt."

       Hugo did, only to be greeted with a strong smell of balls sweat, and
sex. Don't get him wrong, he used to smell of sex, he worked in a brothel,
and it wasn't uncommon for him to have conversations with the men while
they were having sex. This was different. The smell was so strong that Hugo
felt the smell was currently beating some sense into him. This was what
Louis probably meant when he said the smell was "strong".

       When Rory pulled out, Hugo was gasping back for air with glassy
eyes. Rory slapped his cock onto Hugo's face hard as he asked, "You ready
to pay, cunt?"

       Hugo didn't answer right away as he still catching his breath, but
Rory was having none of that.

       He turned around and opened his cheeks at Hugo. The man still
couldn't find his voice as he saw the winking hole covered around fuzzy red
hairy ass descend to his face. He could feel Louis's hand adjusting his
face so his nostrils were right over the hole. Hugo's body shuddered as
Rory let out a long and loud nasty fart.

       He smiled at Patrick triumphantly as both of them knew, by the end
of the fart, Rory's cock would rob Hugo's ass literally and
metaphorically. Patrick knew he didn't give Rory enough credit, he didn't
want to anyway, but he had to admit that his dad knew his way around with
cunts, if Rory got his head in the right place. Patrick was so sure with
himself on his island and his dad was the one who scared shits of Louis,
now, it was the other way around. Here is the thing, being confident in
your island was less cool than being confident in someone else's continent,
so Rory was right to feel triumphant this night, and the night Patrick lost
the right to Louis's cunt for a week. That was why he didn't make any fuss
when Rory motioned him to come over and proceeded to knead his asscheeks
like he was a cheap whore.

       "I won't punish you tonight, son. You've shown me how great you can
be in our home, and I get it you've suddenly lost your balls from the
excitement. But next time you don't have your head on the battlefield, I am
going to spank you in front of everyone, including your favorite bitch. You
hear me?" He said. His tone was gentle yet firm. A familiar tone that
Patrick always heard, but never directed at him.

       "Yes."

       "Yes, what?"

       "Yes, Daddy." It was his first time calling Rory "Daddy". No, real
"Daddy". A word every MacCarthal use as respect for their mentor, for
someone who they looked up to, for someone who had taught them and they've
messed up, and the person told them it was okay, he got your back. It was a
perfect wholesome moment for Patrick until Rory slapped him on the balls
hard and laughed as Patrick crouched in pain.

       Rory finally stood and pulled breathless Hugo up by the hair. He
didn't say anything and only looked at red-faced Hugo.

       "I got some gold rings and gold bracelets."

       "Do you think my cock is that cheap, whore?"

       "I'll give you all of the gold jewelry I have! Fuck, I'll give you
my wedding rings!" Hugo offered desperately.

       Rory didn't think that was enough, "Those, and every Leinstermen got
free access to your sluts' holes, including yours."

       When Hugo didn't answer fast enough, Rory spat on his face and
crushed his balls, "Yes! Yes! I am sorry! I'll give you everything you
want!"

       "Then pay the harbormaster for the fee as well. No need to have my
son's bitch paying my fee when I got my own rich bitch."

       Hugo nodded.

       "Now, I think it's time for your to know why the bitch emperor loves
my forestry so much."

       Hugo's eye bulged out, "M-May I not? Please? Daddy?"

       Rory ground Hugo's head on his pit hard, then pulled him away. When
he saw Hugo was not turned into the Carolingian slut mode yet, he rubbed
the head on his other pit. This time, Hugo's eyes were glassy, and although
Hugo was still looked disgusted, Rory knew he felt a lick on his pit.

       Rory positioned Hugo's head at the tip of his hard shaft, "Open up."
Hugo opened his mouth as Rory's dick push its way through, slower this
time, enjoying the warmness and wetness of Hugo's constantly licking tongue
as it made its way into the throat.

       Hugo could see the bush was coming closer until it was all red, and
then black. He didn't need to see as the smell easily told him he had
arrived at his destination. A funky musky nasty smell of matted cum, dried
piss, and God's know what else. The balls' smell was strong? What a
joke. This was what Louis meant when he said a strong smell. They didn't
knock their way into Hugo's nostrils like the balls or the fart, they
fucking barged in straight to Hugo's brain.

       "Yeah, that's right, breath the fucking smell in. I know you
Carolingians love our smell." He looked at Louis who was biting his lower
lips looking at Hugo's euphoria. "I bet you wanted me to do the same for
you in front of everyone, didn't you slut?"

       Louis nodded.

       "Don't give me ideas, slut. I might just fuck you on your throne,"
seeing how Louis's dick lurched, Rory didn't think the emperor opposed the
idea. "Fucking slut. Patrick! Wet your wife's cunt for my cock."

       Patrick bent Louis beside Hugo's ass, then he began eating Louis's
ass while fingering Hugo. Patrick might not show it, but he was truly
missing Louis's ass. The moment his mouth met Louis's ass, he wasted no
time parting the cheeks and went in for the hole. He tongued the hole
lightly, before nibbling on the hole, sometimes crushing himself between
the muscly asscheeks. And when Patrick began tongue fucking Louis, the
emperor moaned so hard he didn't care who could hear him.

       And yes, the courtiers were still around worshipping each other
beauty. After all, who didn't want a turn at worshipping Salome's pretty
virgin cunt now the old fart bishop was out of the way. Salome had many
courters and many of them were princes of other kingdoms, or at the very
least, a duke's sons. It was perhaps the only chance for the young, some
old, bachelor courtiers gambled their chance into the royalty by eating
Salome's cunt so good she decided to accept one of their lowly hands in
marriage. Some even shared her cunt with their brothers and said he could
pick either of them for marriage and got both. Some of the dads took their
sons' place and said Salome could always come to them if the son couldn't
satisfy her. The cook's big family of 5 sons hauled Salome to their own
lodging and began worshiping her body thoroughly together while the wife
argued with the other courtiers who felt cheated by the cook and afraid the
cook might do something horrible. The cook relented and opened their
lodging for everyone to freely worship Salome. All of them could still hear
Louis's blissful moan and knew right away it was their emperor's voice.

       They couldn't see Isabella anywhere, so they just assumed Louis was
getting lucky tonight, not that they would say anything if it was not
Isabella. Louis was an emperor after all. Isabella on the other hand was
currently faking being drunk while her ass was being railed by the
archbishop's 5" cock performing what he called as "Drunk Exorcism" and
Lucas stood nearby in case the bishop needed anything. Lucas knew the
bishop was bullshitting his ass right now, but he also knew Isabella wasn't
drunk so he played along. He made sure the bishop didn't do anything funny,
however, as he almost put his cock inside Isabella's pussy. Luckily, Lucas
saw that and the bishop blamed his bad eye-sight which resulted in
Stephanus plugging Isabella's cunt with his own loincloth. Not that Lucas
was the smartest person as whenever Stephanus was about to cum, he would
order Lucas to grab him a glass of water. When Lucas was out of the room,
Stephanus unplugged the cunt, and surprisingly gave Isabella the fuck that
rivaled even Rory. Then he proceeded to pour his cum there before plugging
it again and repeating the cycle. Not that Isabella was complaining, she
knew her husband was getting the fuck of his life after all, why couldn't
she have her own?

       Isabella was right, Louis was indeed getting the fuck of his life
when Rory pulled his cock away from Hugo and manhandled Louis onto his four
toned limbs facing the open door. He also ordered Patrick and Hugo to squat
and jerked off their cock facing their open door, which both of them
did. Patrick knew when his dad didn't want to be argued back, so he did as
he was told. Besides, he was the loser anyway.

       Louis's chamber was at the end of the hallway, but it also has a way
to the courtyard and the barrack, as well as the private latrine. Not a lot
of people passed by, but that didn't guarantee none would come. And the
fact that his guard had gone from their usual place meant Rory did want for
someone to see him. And someone did, well, a couple of people did. They
were Hugo's entourage who shared equally wet garments thanks to the "beauty
worship" as they entered the room looking for Hugo. They were laughing and
joking with each other, and then abruptly stopped when they entered the
room and saw Louis fully awake on all four, hard cock. Not only that, Hugo
and their new friend Patrick were jerking their cock as their lives depend
on it.

       Rory smirked at the shocked young bachelors as he squatted a little
bit higher so all of them could see his huge cock lining up into Louis's
ass. Rory grabbed Louis by the ears as he pushed his cock into Louis's
cock-deprived hole. Louis whimpered, and then reached behind to spread his
cheeks further. He didn't care anymore if those degenerates could see him
like this. Fuck, their shocked faces and growing bulges in those tight
pants made them even hotter, and not all of them were hot. His hole was
starving, and even though it got extra painful as the huge cock pushed
through, Louis knew he was on his way to heaven.

       Rory, staying true to his words, didn't push it all the way in like
he used to. He made it slow, allowing Louis's ass to adapt before pushing
more and more of the humongous cock inside Louis's ass.

       "Fuck. Did the emperor just commit sodomy?"

       "Even the blind Stephanus could see that, idiot."

       "Stephanus wouldn't like it if he see it. The church wouldn't like
it."

       "Are you suddenly a church altar boy, now? Remember, fuck the
church!"

       "Calm down, boys! We're not doing any sodomy here? We're just
continuing our charade, right, and you're supposed to be my royal horse,
right, your highness?" Rory asked as he gently pushed Louis's joy button.

       "I don't think you're supposed to tell us that—" Said one of the
noble before being kicked in the shin.

       "Yes! Fuck me!" his head shot up when Rory was joined by the hip
with him, not quite lost in the fuck yet, just hanging conscious enough to
notice he jerked himself in front of those degenerates. He even made sure
they could see him jerking himself as Rory rode him while pulling him by
the ears. He had been eyeing the nobles' crotch as he pushed himself to
Rory's cock. One guy noticed and then he whispered to his friends, and now
all of them tugging their crotch as Louis stared at those bulges.

       "I don't think a horse can speak, your highness."

       Despite his better judgment, which he knew he no longer had, he
whined as hard as he could, producing his best impression of a horse. He
didn't stop there. He made sure he made the most ridiculous face he could
to make the guys laugh. They did as they openly pointed at his face which
got Louis's cock even harder. He even visibly pounded himself on Rory when
the man stopped moving, jerking his cock furiously as he made the weird
horse noise. The guys found the spectacle strangely arousing. There was
something about seeing your pricky emperor clearly debasing himself as he
got his rock off on a cock. Some of them couldn't even stop jerking their
hard cocks through their pants.

       "I don't think that's a horse sound your highness," Rory said,
stating the obvious.

       "Ah, sorry! I don't know how to make a horse sound!" He said without
losing a beat while pounding himself on the huge cock.

       "But I bet you know how to make a bitch sound," Rory said suddenly,
pulling Louis by each arm, interrupting the emperor's jack-off session.

       Now Louis was laying on top of Rory on his back while the huge cock
began wrecking his shithole. Everyone stared in awe as they saw the huge
cock stretch Louis's hole so much. The fact that it could completely
disappear into Louis was also fascinating for them. Rory pounded Louis so
hard his body was almost thrown off only to be pulled hard by the waist,
impaling the cock deep inside his shitter. Rory was pounding Louis so rough
the emperor's asscheeks were getting red from the pounding as well. Louis's
cock was swinging wildly, spewing pre-cum everywhere.

       "Yeah, bitch. C'mon, let everyone in your fucking country know what
a bitch is supposed to sound like!"

       Louis didn't care anymore, his inhibition faded faster than the
first time Patrick fuck him. He wailed and moaned as hard as he
could. Although it wasn't heard throughout the country, it was heard
throughout the palace. Of course, everyone just assumed Isabella was
amazing in the bedroom, while Isabella herself was pounded missionary by
Stephanus, in pussy this time, as he managed to sneak some sleeping powder
into Lucas's drink. Stephanus then laid Lucas beside Isabella on his
stomach with his pants down, then began whooping the ass like the bad boy
that Lucas was. Seeing the horsecock on Lucas, Stephanus, sometimes,
absent-mindedly began playing with the balls and the hung cock as well. He
never once stopped spanking Lucas, not even as he rested after cumming in
Isabella recuperating for the next round. He was beaming the next morning
seeing Lucas couldn't even sit as Lucas himself didn't know why his butt
was so bruised. Isabella too began "drunkenly" return Stephanus pounding
while calling him Louis, which of course the old fart used to kiss her by
playing along as Louis. The old man did know how to kiss.

       "Yeah bitch! Show everyone what a fucking bitch you are!" Rory
pulled Louis's legs up, then hoisted him like that without stopping
pounding the battered hole, and stood on the edge of the bed while Louis
reached under to jerk his cock. "Son, kneel in front of me. I am going to
coronate you as the emperor's stud! Don't stop jerking your cock."

       Patrick knew he didn't have any voice left, so he just did what his
dad wanted him to do.

       Louis looked at Patrick kneeling in front of him jerking his cock,
on the far side was Hugo jerking his cock as well, behind Patrick were the
crowd of the young degenerate bachelors, and here he was, hoisted by the
body with his legs up clearly showing himself jerking his cock and a huge
cock wrecking his inside out.

       "One day, son. This is going to be your real marriage and your
official coronation as the bitch emperor, with my son kneeling proudly
under me, unlike right now, dejected like a fucking loser cunt."

       Louis looked, and his vision changed. They weren't inside his room
anymore. But at the grand Cathedral of Reims, on top of the velvet carpet,
jerking himself proudly while giving Louis his confident half-smile,
tugging his cock seductively, making Louis regret it wasn't his cock
pounding him right now.

       "And right there, with your cousin, there will be the rest of your
family. All of them lining their ass up for my sons and grandsons to
use. Including your in-laws and cousins-in-law."

       He saw all of them, lining up bending over as Ferghal and the twins
checked them over. Grabbing their asses, weighing them, sticking their
fingers inside their holes. Ferghal would settle on the prick Basile,
making him scream as he fucked him mercilessly, while the twins would
spitroast his uncle, Pepin. Fuck, who was his name again? The cute pre-teen
almost teenager, Jack, Rory's eldest grandsons, Ferghal's son, or rather,
Patrick's. He probably would be attracted to Marco, children flock to him
like moths to a candle. He was the court tutor, so he would probably
approach Jack as he did with all of the children, with kindness and mentor
approached, only to be bent over and mentored on how moans like a good
bitch by Jack. What about Rory's other grandsons? Louis never met
them. Didn't the twins also have another twin? Did that mean Patrick was
the one giving the MacCarthal twins? It didn't matter, all of them could
stick their cocks inside any hole available.

       "And in front of you will be your people. And I mean, your
people. Everyone will attend and watched as I give the fucking fate of this
empire onto my son, while their emperor's shithole was wrecked by my huge
cock. And you'll show them how happy you are to be shown your place. You'll
sit beside my son's throne, on a fucking chair, I don't care. This will be
your position, in the coronation, and your throne room. Legs up, jerking
your cock while smiling like an idiot. That's what a queen's job is right?
Besides giving birth, that is, but you got your wife covered for
that. She'll give birth to only red babies, doesn't have to be Patrick's,
just have to be a MacCarthal. You hear me?"

       "Yes!" Louis screamed. He truly could see himself as he was fucked
thoroughly for everyone to see from the pews. Fuck, he would spread his
cheeks apart so everyone could see Rory's magnificent cock disappear into
his hole, before pulling back only to slam inside again.

       "You know what would be a great end to this coronation, right?"
Feeling Louis's ass muscle massaged his cock harder, Rory was sure Louis
knew. So he gave Louis his hardest fuck. Even though it was only a
rehearsal, Rory wanted to make sure he marked the ass with MacCarthal's
cock so everyone knew he conquered the Frankish. Louis too jerked his hard
cock wildly.

       With one hard thrust, Louis shot out globs and globs of cum right on
Patrick's hair, some trailed down to his face. Oh yeah, Rory did say it
wasn't a punishment for his son, but he didn't say anything about it not
being a repercussion of Patrick's wimpy ass decision-making. And truth to
be told, he was so petty that he still wanted revenge for his humiliation,
and his son just delivered it right to him on a silver platter. Of course,
he would take it and fucking shit on it. There was no greater pleasure than
teaching your fucking rowdy ass son who was the boss. The pleasure filled
his balls so much he couldn't hold himself anymore and impaled Louis deep
on his cock as his legs buckled filling Louis with gallons of cum. He
didn't stop filling him with cum, however, he still had other liquid to
store into the emperor, and he filled Louis with it.

       "Hold it." Though some trickled, Louis managed to close his gaping
ass shut when Rory pulled his cock. Then he held Louis right above
Patrick's head as he showed the guys Louis's close tight battered asshole
and still hard cock. "Now showed everyone what I fucking turned you to be."

       Louis somehow managed to hold himself, not as respect for himself as
a person. He knew fully well Rory intended to humiliate Patrick, his man,
so he couldn't just do it. But then Patrick himself said, "Just get it over
with!" And Louis opened his ass. No, he pushed his ass hard as he made a
torrent of piss and cum burst through his shithole spraying Patrick's
head. It was so much by the time it ended Patrick was so wet almost looked
like he was poured under a rain.

       "That's right, I turned you from the emperor of the Franks, into the
Holy Chamberpot Emperor. Didn't your father want that title as well?" He
said as he threw Louis to Patrick. He then approached Hugo, grabbed him by
the hair, and threw him onto the bed. "Let me see that cunt."

       Hugo spread his cheeks as far apart as he could, showing not only
Rory but also his group that he was supposed to be the leader of. They were
shocked to see the deviant Hugo this meek.

       After ordering Hugo to wink his asshole a couple of times, Rory
finally addressed the guys whose pants had dropped on the floor, "All of
you boys won't open your mouth about this, do you understand?"

       Their hard cocks dropped to soft as they nodded.

       "Good. As a gift, you can go to my bitch's bitch house and get any
cunts you want for free tonight."

       "Wait? Really? Hugo never gives free?"

       "Well, he better learn because he's going to be a free hole for my
men to use, and so will the rest of the Carolingian. You hear me!" Rory
spanked Hugo hard.

       "YES, DADDY!"

       Rory then hauled Hugo's huge body like it weighed nothing,
manhandled him so Hugo was lying flat on his stomach ass arched back
preparing for impact from Rory's already steel hard cock while facing his
friends. In one hard determined merciless thrust, Rory planted his meaty
cock deep inside Hugo's tight cunt to the hilt resulting in Hugo making
loud incoherent noises with eyes rolled back.

       "What are you waiting for? Get the fuck out!" They scurried away
from the bedroom, not before slapping Hugo's slutty blissful face lightly
with their cock, from which soon Hugo's slutty moan would be heard across
the palace.

       ***
       That's it for this chapter! And we finally arrived at Francia! I
know it took a while, but we got a lot of new characters and this rooster
will get bigger as we haven't even touched the geopolitics of the world
yet. And remember when I said, "inspired by the dark age"? this is what I
meant. The setting was indeed inspired by the dark age but everything
inside, including cultures, was pretty much not. And there are more hetero
scenes as well in this chapter and will be present in a few future chapters
as well, but I need you to know that the plot won't revolve around them too
much, and mostly it is there to complement the domination/cuckold/beta
males theme of this series. I hope you'll understand.

       Anyway! That's all from me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'd
love to know your opinion on the chapter or feedback, or if you want to ask
me anything, just email me. Thanks for reading!