Laden with Lust

“I present to you, Princess Lyrah Ashborne of the Ashborne family from the High Northlands!” the court herald proclaimed before stepping aside. The crowd gasped in unison.

Timeless beauty would be the only words to describe her. Even Ares couldn’t help but stare as she floated through the archway. Hair cascaded off her shoulders like snow atop a mountain’s peak, eyes like jade punctuated fair and flawless skin. The North, engulfed in perpetual winter, explained her fur stole and vestments as well as her snow fox lineage. Although rare here in the kingdom of Fahlstrom, a precious diamond of irrefutable beauty, she would be yet another snowflake in the storm in Haeleor. She approached the dais and bowed to the royal family, the crown atop her head stealing a moment of attention, before she arose to meet eyes with the king.

“King Lucien, Queen Valeria – it’s an absolute pleasure and honor to see you both again!” Cold in appearance, her honeyed voice rang through the hall, all eyes focused on the princess.

The king stood, greeted her with a slight nod and gestured for her to approach the prince. You could hear a pin drop were it not for the clack of pointed heels as she crossed the stone floor. Ares jumped from his so as not to offend her family as she offered a polite yet elegant reverence. Lyrah slowly lifted her chin, looked at the prince and unintentionally caught the gaze of the dashing Sir Alexander standing behind him as well. A slight glance in his lover’s direction from the fairest fox was something Ares noticed immediately. Jealousy was afloat.

“Prince Ares, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you as well.” Eyes glistening, jade pools hypnotizing, affecting his better judgement. “You are far more pleasing in person than your mother had described. I am lucky to grace your presence for the chance to be your betrothed.” She gave a slight fanged smile.

Ares couldn’t explain the feeling deep within, rising from his core and moving through his veins, swiftly reaching every inch of his body. He watched as Lyrah approached Sir Alexander and whispered something before returning swiftly to the Prince. Both men’s cheeks flushed cherry red in unison.

“Dear Prince, are you feeling unwell?” The soft and supple back of her hand, aptly chilled, pressed to his forehead. “Oh, how terrible! let us be off to a quieter place so we may sit together and talk in private while you rest.” She turned to the King and Queen for approval as whispers resumed. The Monarchs agreed and gave a nod.

She looked past Ares to Alexander, beckoning him with a wave of her finger, “Knight, we require your assistance in escort, as the prince has grown unwell.”

Although ordered, he felt compelled to join them, it was a strong inexplicable desire. He quickly came to their side and followed as they left the dais, bowing to the King and Queen.

Almost as quickly as they left, they arrived in a nearby parlor. Luxurious furniture with embroidered cushions were placed perfectly for conversation and entertaining. The windows featured thick linen curtains casting a shadow as the cool winter air delivered sharp kisses to their skin. The princess motioned to the large sofa, and Alexander gently guided Ares to a position of comfort. He returned and stood by the princes’ side. Lyrah motioned for him to sit on the sofa next to Ares. Although unacceptable in action, he carried very little control over his body in this moment, and he collapsed into the cushion.

“Boys, boys, boys!” in a rhythmic melody she spoke, “I can smell the lustful desire on your bodies, roiling from within. How delicious!”

Both Ares and Alexander were still flushed and sweating, but they could both feel what she had just described, an inexplicable feeling of insatiable desire despite the confusion of the situation before them.

“It seems you have found yourselves in quite the predicament here, a traditional kingdom with a place only for a King and Queen. A political nightmare! Whatever shall we do?” a mischievous purr slipped out between her lips, “Mmhehehe..."

“Who are you?” Alexander demanded whilst fighting to reach for his sword, failing with each attempt.

“Little ole’ me, you ask? For I have many names that span centuries, and I fear it is impossible to list them all. Silly boy!” She rose from her chair, taking swift strides until she stood before him. “I am but a lustful gift that you are blessed to have the opportunity to unwrap. You may call me Lyriahs, as I can’t wait to hear it roll off your tongue!” She turned and, in that moment, Ares shifted to be atop Alexander’s lap, in a daze. “The way you hunger for one another, mmmm-hmhmhm… I can barely contain my excitement! Remove your clothing at once, for I demand entertainment!” She clapped her hands together in commandment.

As both men removed their clothing, like snakeskin shedding, Lyriahs began encircling them as their breathing intensified. Neither could speak, think, or act of their own volition and moved together at her pleasure. Placing her chilled hands on their bare backs – she pushed their bodies together, Alexander’s tongue met the deep crevice of his lover’s clavicle. Licking up his neck as the last piece of clothing hit the floor, they both returned to their positions, one straddling the thick and powerful thighs of the other.

“Yes, yes, yes, my boys!” She chanted. “This is what came for, or rather, that you will cum for!” Another rich laugh melted away any remaining tension. Placing her hands in a basket position, she swept the air up, moving Ares’ hips in the same direction. A pause that felt like an eternity punctuated the moment, until begging moans and bitten lips drove her to push her hands down, one atop the other in a slow and smooth return. A smile of pure joy spread across her face as Ares let out a ravenous call.

“Lyri-ahhhhhs!” ecstasy lingered on his lips.

Alexander’s hands slid down the prince’s back, meeting at his waist, and he took hold with his strong grasp, guiding Ares’ hips in waves against himself. He approached his limits quicker than he’d have liked.

“Uughhhhh – Lyriahs.” He groaned, deep and guttural, rolling into Ares with determination.

Lyriahs giggled, with her fangs bared and hands still guiding the men. She was surprised at the purity of their pleasure and longing in their cries and found comfort in their presence. They completed her in ways she had never been fulfilled, a curiosity circled her mind.

Ares threw this head back, long red hair tickling the knights’ knees. His tail was high and erect allowing for easy of insertion. Dripping, he felt himself thicken, reaching a pinnacle. In that moment, Alexander’s ravenous blue eyes grew wide, and he reached up to grasp the throat of the prince ever so gently.

“Oooooh! I am so captivated by your pleasure and lust – it’s simply delicious – Boys, hurry and let me drink it all up!” Lyriahs exclaimed as she began the consumption ritual, thirsting for a taste of their lecherous debauchery.

As she laughed, the men moved quicker through the thrusts until both rejoiced in release. A slight tear ran down the prince’s cheek as their bodies trembled, eyes locked, serenely with one another. Suddenly, as if hit by the cold winters call, both were jolted back to the moment they were engaged in, now fully aware and in control.

“Boys, wasn’t that simply divine!” she roared, as she licked her fingers clean. Only moments ago, she had gathered together all the floating ecstasy in the air, allowing it to drip from her fingertips into her mouth almost as if it had weight. She leaned over the back of the sofa and her face appeared between theirs.

“The Goddess of Lust has blessed you, my darlings.” she whispered gently. “For now, you are mine and the tastiest of them all!”

She stood and gently opened the door, exiting swiftly.

Ares and Alexander quickly returned to their seats next to each other and slowly assembled their attire. Both men were quiet, trying to search for words to explain what had happened, still ensorced by the sheer seduction they had both experienced. Ares was the first to break silence.

“What was that? What just happened?” he inquired in quick succession.

“My prince, I have heard legends of the Goddess of Lust.” Alexander stood affixing his belt and staring out the window. Placing a hand on the edge, he continued “Although known by many names, she feasts on the passionate desires and lecherous acts committed in her presence, in her name. I fear, however, that is not the worst of it.” He spun, returning to the spot next to a fully dressed Ares.

“Do I want to know what you are about to say next?” he asked, as Alexander sat.

“For not knowing is no longer an option. We are now bound to Lyriahs as a source of her youth for the remainder of our days.” He cradled the prince’s face with his hand. “Although there is no future I would rather have than one at your side, I fear that the Goddess will make us numb and empty to our love.” Eyes welling up, he leaned in, gently placing a kiss on Ares’ lips.

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The King and Queen had been patiently waiting for their return and were surprised to see that only Princess Lyrah returned. She approached the dais but not before raising her hand to release some of the gathered essence, swirling it through the great hall.

“I have returned, and I must say I am very fond of Prince Ares!” she declared. “Through our deep conversation, we have decided to wed, with but one mere caveat.”

Dazed and bewitched the royal family all nodded in unison as their adoration for the princess grew to extraordinary levels.

“I will be taking the knight Sir Alexander as mine as well. This is a non-negotiable and therefore has already been decided!” she exclaimed calling the court herald to her side. She reached into the dossier he had been carrying and withdrew a contract. Lyriahs had existed for centuries and knew her way around a binding agreement, especially in relation to royal families, as they have the most delectable libidinous proclivities.

Placing the contract on the table before King Lucien, she leaned in to further ingratiate the man with her whiles. He picked up a pen and in a quick motion, drove the nib into his palm, filling the internal reservoir with his crimson essence. Pen to paper, he etched his signature at the bottom and sealed it with the House Raynard Crest. A legally binding document was born.

“I shall be off, for I must return to my Prince and Protector!” She sang, “They await my return, and I refuse to keep them in anticipation.” As she exited the Grand Hall, slowly the court in its entirety returned to their senses, feeling as though a moment of memory had been stolen. The king, left to deal with the political ramifications of a document signed in blood and the shock of its permanence.

Lyriahs glided through the hallway, pleased with her achievements. She had secured her youth for at least 60-70 more years or until she grew bored of her boys.

She made her way back to the room where they’d been left, unaware of her challenges to come.