Suikoden Tierkreis - His Loyal Servant

Coming out of the hiatus with something short and different. If you're not interested in YAOI, don't read!

Suikoden Tierkreis - His Loyal Servant
by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

Prince Shams and his servant, Taj, walked in anxious silence towards His Highness' bedchamber in the torch-lit corridors of Shining Castle. The Prince's eyes rested on Taj's cute posterior, clad in purple baggy pants, and he felt his excitement growing as they approached his room. Taj opened the door, and turned to him, to let the Prince in first. But he stopped in front of his servant.

"Now remember, Taj, when you step in, you will be the master, not I. You can have me do whatever you will..." said Shams quietly, his voice growing hoarse by the last words. Suddenly, he pushed Taj through the doorway.

"Y-y..." stammered Taj, shocked, then collected himself. The purple-haired boy's cat-like, yellow eyes glinted. "Come in, Shams."

Even to Shams, it felt alien to hear Taj call him by his name, and the surprise eased him into his role. He went in, closed the door and bowed to Taj.

"What is your wish, master?" said the blonde Prince.

"Give me a kiss."

"A kiss?" said Shams, and put his hands lightly on Taj's elbows as he placed a quick peck on the other youth's lips.

"No. A kiss," stressed Taj. Shams approached again, and wrapped his arms around Taj's semi-nude upper body. They locked lips, and he kissed him, playing with his lips, touching, feeling, and their tongues met, their kiss growing ever longer. Soon they were gasping for breath, yet more hungry for each other, wrapped in a tight embrace. Shams felt Taj's smooth abdomen and groped his ass, while Taj returned his affections in an even more frisky manner, groping Shams as if he owned the Prince, and making his way to the crotch of his elaborately decorated short pants. But when Shams followed and felt his growing hardness, Taj pushed him away.

"Oh no. I didn't give permission," he admonished Shams. The Prince breathed heavily, almost melting to the look in Taj's eyes.

"Undress yourself first."

Shams proceeded as ordered, and slowly took off everything, including his crown, armlets and golden necklace, under Taj's appreciative gaze. He dropped everything in one pile on the floor, and stood up under Taj's scrutiny. His eyes roamed the blonde's naked body, lean and with a lighter tone than his, and paid special attention to the half-erect penis, decorated with a bush of blonde pubes.

"And now me."

Shams first took off Taj's gloves, kissing his fingers as he did so, then he wrapped his naked body around the slightly younger male as he removed his vest, and gave him a peck on the lips when it dropped on the floor. He left his necklace and pink armband on, and proceeded to kneel in front of Taj to yank his pants down. His cock sprang into view, and Shams's attention was focused on it when he peeled Taj's pants off from his legs. Now free, it stood hard in front of him, dripping with excitement.

"Can I... touch it?" asked Shams, putting on his best meek face.

"Yes," said Taj with a smile.

Shams wrapped his hand and lips around Taj's penis at the same time, stroking his meat and flicking his tongue across the head at the same time.

"You may touch yourself, too," said Taj.

"Thank you, master," said Shams. He took a hand to his own erection, and pushed his lips across Taj's cock, making the purple-haired youth moan with his lips and tongue. Taj enjoyed how cute the innocent-looking Prince looked with his penis in his mouth, but he also wanted a feel of Shams' meat. So he put on his best disapproving look, pushed Shams' eager mouth off from his cock and slapped the Prince on the cheeks with the hard, slimy slab.

"Naughty servant, hogging all the cock to yourself. Get on the bed."

Shams immediately put on his meek face again and put his hands together. "I'm sorry, master! It just felt too good, how hard you were..."

Taj barely suppressed a laugh. "No excuses. On the bed."

Shams got up, and like a berated dog, walked crestfallen to the bed, then got on all fours on it, sticking his butt up and looking very much like an overeager pup. Taj moved closer, caressed the Prince's butt and back, but made no further move.

"No. Wrong way around."

"Really?" said Shams, but spun around, his cock standing up as he lay on the bed. Taj gave it a playful prod, then bent down to kiss and caress Shams' naked abdomen, moving upward to his muscled chest as Shams waited with baited breath. Finally, Taj pressed his lips to Shams', but only to give him a few brief kisses, leaving him wanting for more. And Taj was about to give him just that. He climbed over Shams' head, and pressed his penis against the Prince's lips, then into his mouth.

As Shams eagerly started suckling him again, Taj bent down and licked the precum off from Shams' erect cock, then pressed his lips around the head. At the same time, he thrust his own shaft forward in Shams' mouth, surprising him a little, and started mouthfucking the Prince while giving him a blowjob. Shams moaned something unintelligible, and Taj carried on, safe with the welcoming embrace of the Prince's tongue as he drove his cock past his lips.

Shams hadn't realized Taj could be so aggressive. He was barely keeping up as Taj's wonderfully hard rod penetrated his mouth, again and again, tirelessly, yet at the same time his mouth worked on him, equally tirelessly, making him crazy with lust and desire and love, eager to just come in his mouth, and suffer the "punishment" that would ensue. But he held on, until Taj himself slowed down, and rose up, a trail of saliva connecting his penis and Shams' mouth as he moved off.

Taj maneuvered himself around on the bed, kneeling over Shams' waist, so that their hard members were just inches from each other. He moved himself a little closer, and it was less then an inch, then took both of the slick rods in his hand.

"Are you ready to come?" asked Taj, his expression ever more catlike, lording over Shams.

"Y... yes, master..." said Shams, eagerly, as his cock pressed against Taj's in his hold.

"Don't you dare come before me."

"N-no... ngaah!" moaned Shams, as Taj started stroking both of their dicks together, rubbing the hard shafts against each other.

Shams closed his eyes and thrashed from side to side on the bed as Taj stroked both of them together. To his consolation, he soon also heard the moans and heavy breathing of his lover.

"Yess... Master, please... come on me..." he moaned, and opened his eyes just enough to see Taj's strained face, biting his lip. Then, he heard him grunt, and soon came the splashes of warm cum on his abdomen and chest. He could finally allow his own release, and he came with an incredible rush of feeling, his cock spasming together with Taj's in his hold. Taj's thick white jets of cum over him were joined by his own, their copious semen landing all over his naked skin. He was panting and gasping through all of it, until finally they were spent, their cocks dripping the last of their cum, and he was slimy mess with sperm crisscrossing all over his skin from his stomach to his chest.

Taj ran his fingers over the spooge resting over Shams, then brought it to his mouth to taste the salty combination of their seed. With Shams still just sighing and heaving, the purple-haired attendant kissed his cummy skin, then moved up and kissed him, sharing the taste and making his lips sloppy with their combined spunk. At last, he fell on the bed next to him, their eyes locked, and neither cared who was the master or the servant, anymore.