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Michael Kaiser isn’t a good person, but he does have one hell of a work ethic; resilient and prideful to boot. Honestly, he can probably pridefully boast about how he’s been the longest standing and actively working butler of the royal princess. No one really stayed for long because.. well.. to be frank, their master was and still is an absolute brat. Soft on the eyes but harsh on the soul. Often too demanding and always asking for the impossible. 

It’s known within the kingdom that the queen and king had locked up their princess for his own good, he was too beautiful! He would have easily been kidnapped for ransom or worse!!— force to marry an old and ugly man! Both were opposed to the idea of their lovely child marrying into a life with an unattractive man. 

Hence, why they lock up their son away from the public’s eye till his coming of age ceremony, which would be coming up very soon; just two month away, Michael has to get ready for the preparations in advance due to his master’s unpredictable behavior. 

As Michael climbed up the long-winding staircases up the tower that the princess resides in, he cursed underneath his breath about how busy he is in the mornings, “ sweep the floor, dust the shelves, air out the blankets— it’s too much!!” Currently, he’s the only servant that is serving his royal highness; though the working conditions suck, the pay was great. They were paying ten times the regular amount for his service because he was the only one that would take the job, not to mention the fact that he’s also taking the workload of ten people, and stay for the long run; Michael had been working here for three years now. 

Meeting the princess when he was sixteen while the princess was thirteen; Michael would say he has it better now because the princess was slightly more mature, still bratty as ever but better than before. But, he has to say, the princess is undeniably beautiful— if only his face matched his personality, then maybe Michael would like his job better. 

Knocking upon the princess’ chambers door, he enters; “You’re late!” The princess cries, he’s sat up on his pristine bed with an annoyed expression and arms crossed over his chest. Michael in fact— is not late, he’s even ten minutes early. 

Michael softly smirks at the princess’ soured face; he enjoyed watching the princess’ face, honestly that’s the only thing he likes about his job. The princess was and is a eye candy to behold— his metallic, bright, blue eyes that resembles the deepest shade of sapphire and locks of hair as blue as he could image, and a body so refined to appeal to male desires. 

He wants his princess, he wants Yoichi Isagi, the princess of the Ikebana Kingdom; the kingdom known for it’s beautiful architecture and royal members. Michael is a lover of beauty things; and the most beautiful man in the world that he’s ever seen was sitting right in front of him— Yoichi Isagi.

Walking to his princess’s side, Michael kneels down to his side, “Sorry, my princess for the tardiness,” he says as he takes Yoichi’s hand and kisses the back of his hand. But glances to look up at his princess, “But you know, if you get anger too often, you’re beauty will fade sooner than normal and turn you into a ugly, old, hag.” 

Watching the princess gasps with a revolted expression on his pretty face— it brings Michael enjoy, “Y-you!— PEASANT! H-how dare you speak to me that way!” He retracts his hands from Michael’s grasp and slaps him across the face with it; Michael looks pleased with his work. 

Touching his jaws and cheeks, exacerbating his pain as he opens his mouth; “Ouch— you hurt me, my highness.”  He speaks with a hurt voice, sounding pitiful to play at Yoichi’s games. 

Yoichi huffs, “Don’t you dare forget who is your master!— I can get you fired anytime I want!” But he wouldn’t, he doesn’t— Michael has already lost count of how many times Yoichi threatened to fire him and was still waiting till he has yet to do that. Yoichi grumpily pushes off his bedsheet covers off of his nude body; he often slept without clothes on due to how sensitive his skin was to fabric. 

Michael dared to glaze upon his master’s pink, pretty clit on full display; Yoichi pushes Michael onto the floor with his feet on the latter’s shoulder— there was no sense of kindness to his touch. “Hurry up and dress me!!— you damn fool!” Yoichi demands with a uncaring demeanor for his sole servant’s wellbeing. 

Yoichi looks down at Michael; whose been eyeing the princess’ pre-mature cunt without shame. Rubbing down his feet, Yoichi applied far too much pressure on Michael’s shoulder’s blades— ensuring that it would leave an ugly bruise. Meanwhile, Michael is just taking it all— though this job absolutely suck in all other aspects, he did enjoy that fact that he was the only one that the princess could do this to everyday; it was double-edged sword. 

Tugging on Yoichi’s ankles, Michael trips his princess into stuffing his clit onto his head— the sweet little thing directly above his mouth. Extending his hands on Yoichi’s waist, and holding him still as he indulgences himself into Yoichi’s secret garden with his masterfully tongue. 

A stiffen cries escapes Yoichi’s mouth as Michael’s tongue reaches the inside of the royal princess’ slit. The princess is tongue-tied and can’t help but sink into Michael’s face, “y-yoU.. ngh~♡ filthy bag of shit.”

Michael knows that his princess has quite a filthy mouth and personality, but he has innocent mind— savoring the taste of Yoichi’s lustrous body and  purity of his mind. He decides to hold back from going all the way in; he feels Yoichi’s body wiggling  on top of him just from his tongue, he can tell that Yoichi’s in the verge of an orgasim, it’s likely his first time he’s very experienced something like this. It makes Michael wonder how Yoichi would handle sometimes ten times more thicker and bigger?

It’s his first time he’s every tried to take advantage of his highness’s naivety; it’s Yoichi’s biggest weakness, more than his arrogance, or brattiness or even his inability to be considerate of others. It makes him— valuable, something like a wild animal to tame and claim as your own for bedroom pleasures. 

And as Michael curls his tongue inside Yoichi’s sweet, wetting walls— he withdraws from prevent Yoichi’s body, keeping him on edge for a orgasim. Yoichi should consider it as his punishment for being such a bratty, bitch boy. Pulling the princess off of his body, Michael takes a deep breath as he watches Yoichi’s face reveal a sweet smile and expression that he’s never seen on his face before; sweat dripping down from his forehead, glassy, wet eyes and a agaped mouth begging for attention along with a face flushed with feverish blush along his cheeks and noses. 

Yoichi looks confused, “W-why did you stop?” He lays next to Michael, holding his biceps— fingers tightly gripping onto Michael’s muscles that he’s built up over the long years of laboring. 

Michael notices how sweet his voice is now— it’s not demanding or bratty, it’s like raw and sultry, it’s almost sexy how innocent he can be. He touches his highness’ waist, pulling him closer; whispering in his ears, “Your highness need to get dressed, remember?” 

He watches the latter blink, and pupils turned wide eyed; “Wah!— o-of course I knew that!! Idiot!” Yoichi pushes Michael away from his body, walking away toward the mirror, “Now hurry up, you damn fool!— I don’t have all fucking day!” 

Still on the floor, slightly dazed by how good the princess looks, especially behind— his round, bubble butt and svelte waistline, with the memory of how arousing his cries were. It makes Michael want to do more than just a simple tongue-fucking. He wants to bend the princess over and fuck his womb in front of that mirror to force Yoichi to see how sexually his face looks during it. 

He picks himself up from the ground, rubbing his shoulders, then walks over to Yoichi; touching his waist, making sure his fingers touches all over Yoichi’s lower erogenous zones. And knowing how sensitive his highness is toward just regular clothes, Michael wants to know what happens when he goes deeper than that. 

Leaning closer to the princess’ ear, he whispers as he slowly rubs his sacral dimples, “So, tell me, what would you like to wear today? Princess Yoichi.” 

He watches as the latter tries to suppress his moans, Michael knows he’s never felt something like this before. Michael was the only man other than his biological father that he’s met; all of his previous caretakers were female, except him. 

For three years, Michael had never once made a move on the princess; just busting a nut every night to him but that’s it. It’s going to be different from now on; learning all those insignificant details throughout the years of serving him has came up to this, and watching his highness body grow from a young boy to a young man, it makes it impossible to stop himself now. 

The princess may be a boy— but he has something special that no one else has, a female genitalia, and only a female genitalia. A feminine shape, face and voice; it practically makes him female as well?— doesn’t it? 

Making him capable of birth and child-bearing.

And Michael yearns to impregnate the princess with his peasant seed. Forcing the boy to have a full-round belly filled with his cum, sperm and children— all in effort to call Yoichi Isagi, his.

“Hm? You’re not talking? Cat’s got your tongue, princess?” 

“Y-you’re being weird!— you freaky weirdo!” Turns to Michael, eyes on the verge of crying from the strangest happening in his body. Michael knows that he’s feeling weird all over; he knows that his vagina is soaking wet and preparing itself to something to penetrate his tight walls.

“Weird?— how so, princess? Tell me,” Michael asks, grappling the Yoichi’s cheeks in both sides with his right hand, watching how his thumbs and index finger sink into Yoichi’s soft, plumped cheeks, as he turns his face toward the mirror. Michael standing directly behind him; “tell me, princess, what’s on your mind?” 

Yoichi finds it hard to say the words that are bogging up his mind, he’s been shelter since birth, and Michael is deadly aware of that fact. “Y-you’re making me feel weird all over!— it disgusts me! It’s revolting! I hate it!” 

Just as he says this, Michael presses his finger into his ass, “do you?” Eyes still laser-focused on his reaction— a pitiful site, really; any other man that had Yoichi in their arms and bounds would have fucked the living out of him, no second thoughts to be had; but he was different, years he’s been dreaming of this. Seeing this reaction on Yoichi’s face— glassy eyes and a bitten, sucked-in lips with a fervent voice and expression on his face; anyone else would have kept the princess in their chambers till he gave them twenty or more children.

Yoichi’s body is fully matured— knots of blood appearing every month on the first of the week, it’s just his mind wasn’t. Yoichi has no idea how weak he really is without his parent’s protection. He really is so immature.

“I’m disgusting to you? My princess?” Yoichi moans an airy tune as Michael presses deeper into his anal hole. 

He nods, “the fucking.. ahh!~♡ worst,” he says as he pressed his head into Michael’s chest, “I feel all wet and weird all over; my heart’s beeping too fast whenever you touch me, I hate it.” 

Michael smirks, “Princess, I can teach you all about it— just say the word and I’ll cancel all arrangements for today.” Smooching the side of Yoichi’s neck; his all body is cover with flush of blushing red— his getting over-stimulated before they even begin. He slowly flickers his fingers in and it of the royal highness’ arse with care, till Michael finally had enough.

Wets fluttering eyes looks up at him, “tell me how to stop it. I feel like I constantly need to used the restroom, it’s making me feel restless. Tell me right now!” It’s demanding.

“Princess Yoichi, that’s not very kind of you— when someone’s offering to help you, you don’t demand it from them,” Michael yanks at Yoichi’s hair; causing him to screaming a blood-curling scream, no one has ever once raise their hands against him. “— you beg for it.” 

Yoichi looks at Michael through teary eyes, as he has his hands on his hair, trying to force Michael to let him go, “Teach me, please teach me how to make me feel better, Michael~” 

This time— it was Michael turn to be surprised, this was the first time Yoichi ever used his name, he had always referred to him as, ‘peasant,’ or ‘walking piece of shit.’ In fact, Michael didn’t even know if the princess even knew his name. He loosen his grip on Yoichi’s hair, patting his hair and kissing his forehead. “Okay, I’ll teach you— pretty princess.”—How to serve me instead. 

Before they begin with the day-long session, Michael walks Yoichi to the dining room, he’s already prepared breakfast meals; it’s nothing more than a simple omelette. But it’s different this time— because he added a special ingredient, his sperm, mixing it in with the eggs as he cooked it. 

Yoichi sits at the dining table— still nude but at least wearing a white, shirt; it’s oversized at the arms and shoulders— it’s almost like it’s drowning him. The shirt covers most of his upper half, but reveals his collarbone and clit. He sits in the table with a bitter expression as Michael brings out his meal, “What the hell is this crap!? Like hell I’m going to eat that!” 

Michael isn’t too pleased; he made it specifically for him, “Then how about I spoon feed it to you?” 

“S-spoon feed!?— n-no way!” He sharply turns his head away from Michael. “I can eat it just fine! Just watch me!” 

“Course, I’ll make your coffee as always,” Michael smiles a little too big— because the princess doesn’t even know what he’ll be feeding him. 

He walks away, preparing the ground coffee but again adding another special ingredient that he’ll be using from now on. In the kitchen; there’s no one else but him, and the sole, other living soul is in the dinning hall— far from here. 

Michael forcibly pulls his pants slightly down till his phallic member arises, it’s easy work— he can get it up as quickly or so slow as he wants. Hard as rock; Michael slowly builds up pressure on his shaft with his hand on stroking up and down while the other hand is on the coffee brewer underneath his shaft to catch all of his loads. 

He’s going to make Yoichi drink it all up; down to the last drop. 

He thinks about Yoichi’s morning, nude body, and his glistening, wet clit caused by none other than himself. His bratty nature weakening till Michael get’s him down to his knees. His bubbly arse sucking down on Michael’s member from top to bottom, balls deep— till Yoichi is nothing more than a royal flesh light for him. 

A deeply, evil and cynical smile appears in Michael’s face as he spurts his load into the coffee brewer; imaging it was Yoichi’s pretty face underneath him instead. The thought of having Yoichi’s pretty face cover in his sperm gets him all excited about today; because boy, he’s going to be teach every different ways to satisfy a man’s needs. 

He quickly prepares the coffee for his highness, he doesn’t want to keep his princess waiting for too long— he knows how impatient he can be. 

While brewing the coffee beans in with his sperm; he watch’s it evaporate into the brown liquid, he’s sure that it would be difficult to tell that it was tampered with. Setting a plate of sugar cubes on the side of the coffee cup; Michael bring over the drink to his master’s table.

Arriving to the dinning hall; Michael sets the coffee on the table, setting it near Yoichi’s near. “Princess Yoichi, your morning coffee.” He watches Isagi take a sip, Michael asks, “how is it?— is it to your likely?” 

Yoichi touches his lips; it taste oddly sticky and bitter, he doesn’t think anything about it,  “it’s too bitter!— but not terrible,” he says as he adds more sugar than he usually does. While tasting the omelette, he experienced a similar sensation; sticky, slightly salty and bitter. He takes another bite out of the omelette, “.. did you add something different to this?” 

“Hmm..? No, I don’t believe so, maybe your tastebuds are just changing, princess,” Michael lies through his teeth. 

“Are you sure?— it taste oddly…sticky,” He says suspiciously, while drinking the coffee to drown out the odd taste of the omelette to only be met with the same sensation. 

“Don’t mind that now; after eating we’ll begin our session,” Michael puts his hands behind his back, as he smiles down at Yoichi. “Now, don’t be picky and finish up your meal.” Even if it’s full to the brim with his sperm. 

His eyes drifts down to Isagi’s chest, though he isn’t a female— he does have a fairly erotic chest and nipple. Michael seen his chest everyday for the last three years, but he never tested out his theory that Yoichi likes it when he’s playing with his nipples. He gulps as he watches he finish his meal. The more he thinks about it, the more feminine the princess is than he thought; what part of him even is male?

It doesn’t matter; the princess has a boypussy, and a fat cunt that need to be stuffed. 

Yoichi slams the table as he finishes his meal, “So are you going to teach me how to solve this problem yet?!” He demands while pointing to his lower half; Yoichi stands up and Michael never knew how sloppily, wet Yoichi really was. A wet spot appearing on the chair that he was sitting on moments ago and how much Yoichi’s sacred garden really was leaking. 

“Are you going to obey me?” Michael asked. 

Yoichi chocked, “Wha-what!?— who said I’ll be obey you!! Don’t forget here!— I’m the princess of the nation! You’re just a lowlife peasant!”

Michael laughed as he quickly manhandled, the princess into the dining table— his entire body on the table with legs spread wide for Michael to slot himself in. “Don’t forget princess, you’re the one at my mercy now.” Right now, Yoichi just looked too erotic, his shirt crumpled and lifted up, Michael doesn’t even know what’s the point of wearing a shirt now if it’s just going to get in the way. 

Ripping the shirt off, Yoichi screaming, “Y-you!!- what are you doing!?” He kicks his legs, but Michael is stronger and older; he hold both of his legs and pushes them till its side by side Yoichi’s ear. 

“Flexible,” Michael tells himself. “Prefect.” 

“What’s so perfect!?— you don’t get to smile like that!” Yoichi snarls even though he’s at someone else’s mercy this time; his hands are above his head and legs are being manhandled by his servant. 

“Oh you poor, poor,  innocent boy. You really know nothing about sexual pleasure, do you?” Yoichi’s reactions answers his question— he’s puzzled by his words.

“What’s that?— sexual pleasure?” 

“Don’t worry; I’ll teach you all there is to know, all through first-hand experience,” He smirks. He knows he has the upper hand in this situation; he’s in full control of Yoichi’s fair body as if the princess was his plaything. “Spread your legs, your highness.”

Perplexed, Yoichi still goes along with it, finally holding his legs as far as he could spread— a gorgeous, pink, fat clit is on full display for Michael today; it’s glowing from the light that is being reflected off due to Yoichi’s clit producing an excessive amount of slick. “Now, touch yourself,” he hears Michael command. Before he could ask what that even means, Michael demonstrates for him. 

Taking both his index and middle finger and stuffing it on a place it should never be; Yoichi’s eyes widens, “T-this!?— what!  How is this supposed to help me?” But as he says this, Michael pushes the princess’ fingers into his own vagina sort, causing him to arch his own back from pleasure; toes curling in place and silent screams of eroticism leaves Yoichi’s mouth open. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?— touching yourself in such a manner you couldn’t have ever dared to think of, princess.” A rushing adrenaline travels down to Michael’s abdomen, “This is what sexual pleasure is all about,” Michael speaks as he continues to defile his princess; forcing himself into Yoichi’s agaped mouth that was pleading for some attention of it’s own. Desire is eating Michael alive with Yoichi as the main course. 

Tongue travels and wanders in Yoichi’s  cavity; searching and pressing each surface of his tooth, it soon become exhilarating. A peasant like Michael, taking the princess’ first kiss. He wonders which deity had blessed him with this opportunity to be this close to his princess and to have all of his firsts. 

Michael maneuver Yoichi’s hands to spread and curl inside of his own walls; he gasps for a longing breath, a breather. A thin string of saliva treads between their lips, Michael’s bright, clear blue eyes meets Yoichi’s deep, delicate sapphire gem like eyes, he asks again, “How do you feel?—great? Look at you, so wet and beautiful,” he says as he forces the princess’s fingers to go deeper inside. Yoichi’s walls are getting wetter by the second as he gasps and twitches from his own delicate, thin fingers inside his yoni. 

Breathless moans escapes the princess’ lips; Michael has to say, he’s delectable. His every movement, moan and cry— he wants more, he wants to see more, he wants to see Yoichi cry and have a orgasm from his phallic member. The princess cries, “oh!~♡ ah, wet!— I’m so wet!~why? Why?” this not a lie, the room is filled with squelching, breathless moans, and creaking table movements.

Michael’s glad, so glad, that he has an sinister grin, “I never knew the princess was a tramp; so wet, so horny and ready for a good dick to fuck you silly— that’s why you’re so wet, silly. You need someone to plug that leaking pussy of yours with a good cock.” 

It’s an opportunity; a chance to finally make all of his dreams come true— fucking Isagi Yoichi, the bratty-bitch princess. But he doesn’t take it, he want to savor it, to keep playing with him till he needs his dick so badly he’s on his knees. 

He drags his fingers to Yoichi’s lips, pressing them against his fingertips; it’s a beautiful site— messy hair, flushed hair, teary eyes on the verge of crying and the princess touching himself in front of him with his legs spread as wide as possible. “Suck them,” he leans over, making sure his body is pressing the princess’ fingers gently inside deeper. 

“Wh-what!? N-no way!” But Michael’s fingers are already creeping inside Yoichi’s mouth. “And make it wet,” Michael tells him. 

“Mhu!~♡ s-stop! I-I’m need to pee!- ngh~♡” Yoichi starts kicking his legs in the air as he was force to suck Michael’s fingers like it provided him sustenance. Michael leans make up to watch his masterpiece take action, and then pulled Yoichi’s fingers out of his own soaking, wet cunt. 

“Look at your fingers, it’s cover in your own slick— amazing, isn’t it?” The princess looked slightly dead from the heat; Michael watched as his pussy kept spasming as there was no longer a substitute for a cock or finger inside of him.

Sparkling eyes look up at Michael, Yoichi’s mouth is still sucking down on his fingers— but he moans, Michael isn’t sure if it was a moan in disagreement or in agreement. But he’s sure of one thing and that’s training his bratty- bitch of a princess to be the nation’a biggest cockslut. 

They leave the dinning hall a mess; body fluids are all over the table— it’s mainly the princess’. After their first lesson, he spurted everywhere. They moved to the bathing house, to avoid thinking about the mess that was creating in the dinning hall and to clean themselves up.

Michael’s clothes are a mess now, forcing him to strip himself nude as well; leaving his muscular figure on display for Yoichi’s eyes. He watches Yoichi’s eyes travel downwards towards his shaft; “So big,” he says, amazed. 

His hands drifts to present his cock to the princess’ amusement, “Wanna touch?” He asks; Michael considered himself a chocking hazard even at his nature state— a limp dick measuring at six inches long and five centimeters thick, most would say it’s pretty impressive. But not to brag; he isn’t just a shower, he’s a grower too. 

Michael’s breath hitch as he feels Yoichi’s refined fingers touch his cock; he feels massive compare to the princess. He’s always been smaller and thinner than him but, as the years went by, that never changed— Michael was always bigger, taller and stronger than the latter. He wonders if Yoichi can handle his cock if he force his cock inside him— he probably could. 

Even their waist size were drastically different; if Michael were to compare his with the princess, he might easily snap the latter in half. But Michael isn’t afraid of that— in fact, he wanted that, he wants to break his highness. Break his pride, take his virginity and leave him plump with his babies. Objectify him till his reduce to nothing more than a pretty playboy to fuck around with. 

He feels Yoichi tighten his gasp on his cock, making him smirk, “That’s my dick, princess— do you like it?” 

Yoichi’s scowled at him, pushing him away, “I would never like anything from a peasant like you!— why are you even here! This is for royals only, remember!? Or are you too stupid to recall that!” He huffed a with a cute, little pout on his face; but Michael saw how the tips of his ears were flushing in pinkish-red. 

With a towel over his privates, Michael followed his highness, “Princess Yoichi, did you perhaps forget?— you left a load of your bodily fluids on me. It’s only right that you take care of it. I am the one whose helping you out.” 

“Why should I care!?— you’re just a peasant,” Yoichi remarked. But Michael wasn’t listening, all he wanted to do was grab his tight, perky ass and fondle them like there was no tomorrow. Yoichi turned around, “Hey!?— are you listening? Get out!!” 

“Oh little Yoichi, Yoichi~ our lesson doesn’t stop after one lesson today. It’s all day, all night— no stop,” Michael pressed his lips against Yoichi’s neck, and allows his hands to wander down to the princess’ derrière. “I’m not leaving anywhere, princess.”

“Huh!?!!” Yoichi yelled as Michael manhandled him once again— being lifted up in the air and toss over Michael’s shoulder like he was an object to be transported. “L-let me down!!— this instance!” He flailed around in Michael’s arm, feeling his rear being fondled roughly. 

“Michael!— put me down! I-I’ll fire you if you don’t!” He threatened again for the tenth time in a hour but it all meant nothing. 

Michael laughed at his threat, “we both know that you won’t; think about it princess, who else is going to put up with your nonsense?” He asked, genuinely curious and awaiting a genuine answer, but it never came. He rolled his eyes, “See, princess?— you couldn’t ever fire me,” as he walked themselves towards the bathing house; it was large, enough to fill two families worth of people but it was all used for the princess’ private residence bathing house. 

The architect had design it to be outside since the princess had wants to be able to see the outside as he bathed; but it had shelter covering the entire house to prevent rain or snow from ever touching his royal skin. But here he was, Michael fucking Kaiser, here to disgrace his royal highness that he’s been serving for years in his own palace. 

Dipping into the pool of water; Michael still held Yoichi over his shoulders, whom was kicking and screaming for his release. Which Michael, now, greatly obliged, plopping the princess down, the water splashed in all directions. And now the princess was seeing red, because how dare he!?— he was a princes for crying out loud, he needs to be treated with respect! 

Michael soon simmered himself into the pool of water as well; Yoichi lifted his hands, ready to smack the senses back into his servant, but was again stopped. “You have to try better than that, princess,” Michael combatted by holding Yoichi’s wrists and pulling him into his lap; his crotch fully in his cock. 

Again, with a face full of red— whether from embarrassment or anger or humiliation; Yoichi began to cry, “Y-you!!— I never been this humiliated in my whole life.” He sniffled, his shoulder sank as he placed his whole head on Michael’s shoulders and arms around his neck. “So embarrassing— it’s so embarrassing! It’s all your fault, constantly making me feel wet and weird all over my body!” 

Michael turned his head, suppressing his laughter due to how cute the princess was acting right now; with each word he punched Michael in the back, “Stupid!” He called. “Idiot!— take responsibility!!” 

He had to pity him a little, Michael smile, softly patting Yoichi on the pat, “Okay, okay— I will my princess, I’ll take responsibility. All you have to do is rest, like you always do.” My cute, little princess. 

But though he did pity the poor boy; Michael was insanely horny— he’s been pushing off his own needs for hours, only rubbing it when need, pushing up opportunities for nothing but edging. Michael wants to penetrate Yoichi’s tight pussy with his ginormous cock, and this situation isn’t making it any better; Yoichi bare pussy has been on display this whole day but it’s different now; completely so, it’s now on his bare cock. Earlier, before Michael enter the water, he had removed his towel over his privates. 

Yes, he did enter the bath house with Yoichi, knowing that they’ll both be in their birth given form— he didn’t think that the princes would be on top of him. But who cares, Michael was the one who forced Yoichi into this position; it didn’t help that Yoichi was unknowingly wiggling on top of his cock— it was bound to rise from the dead to get a taste of heaven on Earth. 

Sniffling through his tears, Yoichi raised his head from Michael’s shoulders, “Hey.. I feel something hard?” He still didn’t know what a cock was; Michael never really explain it all, but then again, he did promise that he’ll be teaching everything about sex-Ed to the princess today. 

“Don’t worry about that, it’s just my male genital— and it’s used to help with that aching feeling in your stomach when your vagina gets all sticky and wet,” Michael pointed to Yoichi’s stomach, thinking about how it would budge if he push it all inside of him without a second thought. 

He gulped, but told himself to wait till the perfect moment; the coming-of-age ceremony is just around the corner in a few months— what better gift to give to his princess than his dick up his virgin pussy? 

For now, just training him how he should act when receiving it should be fine; plus it’ll help Michael from combusting into million pieces till then. And, he wants to raise the princess’ stamina because heaven knows how weak he actually is. The boy’s daily routine was to eat, sleep, read, and repeat till nightfall.

Yoichi looked down to find the source of the random hardness pressing up against him, and it was voluminous shaft standing straight up, the head peaking from the water’s surface. “Wah-what is that!?— it’s hideous, it was flat before, why is it standing so tall?!” 

“For you princess, because it’s excited to meet you,” and your pussy, Michael graciously replied. “And don’t call it hideous, many noble woman would come crashing down on their knees just to see me like this!” 

Yoichi gave him an unimpressed look; “well, I don’t care! I want it gone so I can sit again!” He complained.

“Well princess, you could just sit on top of it; allowing your little, tight cunt of yours to just swallow me all up,” Michael half-joked, he didn’t want to ruin his own fun before the big day. 

“Wah!-what!? Are you joking!?— are your insane! There’s no way, it’s too big!” Yoichi whined about it’s size rather than the indication of Michael telling him to just riding his dick. Then again, perhaps the princess was too naive to think of such vulgar thoughts. 

He was without proper education of sex-Ed, or normal human interaction since birth. Michael compromised, “then let’s do something else,” he said as he slide Yoichi off his lap and force him to put on his elbows on the ledge and keep his ass up.

Michael fondled the soft tissues, before rubbing in-between Yoichi’s thighs to simulate his bottom once again, “let’s try this instead.” His hands slipped between Yoichi’s thighs; finding them to be thick and plump, it paired well with his hips— voluptuous and soft. He found it harder to hold himself back, as he reared his cock between Yoichi’s thighs while the tip of his head felt the princess’ fat pussy greeting him. 

“Tighten your thighs around my cock, princess— I won’t put it in, but it’ll stimulate the same feeling,” Michael requested, his hands again on Yoichi’s waist, pulling him closer till his ass was completely on his abdomen. Yoichi’s fat reserves were flattening against his stomach, Michael bit the insides of his mouth as he reframed himself from spanking the poor boy.

Perhaps, that will be tomorrow’s lesson— toeing the princess down to his bed, blindfolding him and wiping his ass with his belts till it started to bleed red. 

“Michael?..” Yoichi looked over his shoulder at him; his watery, wet eyes looking up at him, Michael could feel himself going crazy. The princess was too lustrous for his own good; and Michael’s sex-drive was getting harder to keep down. “Am I doing good?” He asked, as he tighten his thighs around Michael’s mass.

“Prefect,” Michael brought his face to Yoichi’s back, “You’re going perfect— you’re too good at this, princess.” He closed his eyes as he began to suckle down on Isagi’s delicate skin— licking away water droplets from his soft, pure, skin. Yoichi began to fervently pant, “Mihya~♡ mmh~ ahh!”

Thrusting back and forth, skin spanking against each other— water thrashing around their movements as Michael moved his hips and cock to satisfy his desires and Yoichi’s cute, fat, little clit. Hands buried on Yoichi’s hips; Michael saw how Yoichi began moving his own hips to his movements— the princess wanted him as well.

Dry gulps; Michael flipped his hair to the side as he viewed himself as a predator preying on his defenseless princess— he felt like a horny monster that they would tell child about in those folktales. His hands drifts from Yoichi’s hips to his chest; stroking  Yoichi’s small breast. 

His fingers rubbed and pulled Isagi’s nipples without regard, “Princess, tell me— how do you feel now?”

“ngh!~♡ s-So good!— more, I want more!” 

“Beg for it, princess.”

Michael flipped him over, their bodies no longer in water and on the floor of the bath house, grabbing the princess’ thick thighs and holding them tightly against his cock and he began to thrust faster; he never felt so warm and hot before in his live. Their sporadic breaths intermingled as they both wanted to each other’s bodily autonomy selfishly. 

His cock was getting ready to blow his load, it’s only been a few seconds but he’s already acting like a virgin again after so many years after losing it to another maiden; but for Yoichi, his all so immature once again. The head of his cock collide numerous times against the entrance of Yoichi’s forsaken temple— telling him temptations like a devil committing sins. “Princess, you feel so good— it’s heavenly,” he continued with his assault on the princess’ thighs. 

And all Yoichi could do was cry out for more, “Ngh!~ ♡ m-Mihya~♡” his trembling body clinged onto the floor tiles for support; Michael is hopelessly devoted to his body. With each push, Michael felt wet, folds rubbing on his dick— beckoning him to have a taste. 

He was going wild, feral even— his blood was running to his dick faster than it was to his head. Yoichi’s naturally, sexually attractive body and face was making Michael rethink his plan to save his dick for Yoichi’s birthday gift. Seductive moans leaked from Yoichi’s little lips. 

Michael was thrusting with so much power that he was on his heels; he knew that it would have felt good, but not amazing— and it was just the princess’ thighs, not even his cunt, not even inside of him. It was already mind blowing sex; than would he actually see heaven if he were to fucked Yoichi’s virgin with his cock? 

“HmM!~ g-good, I feel so, so good! Mihya!- Mihya! ♡” 

His head was ringing with Yoichi’s voice and moans in his head on repeat; he had to be the luckiest man on Earth. “Fuck, fuck!~ I love it, I love it when you call my name like that, Yoichi.” 

One last squeeze and Michael spewed his entire load on the princess’ bare body on the bathroom tiles. 

Breathless— both of them were. 

Thick treads of cum tracing from Michael’s cock to Yoichi’s face, chest and tummy; Michael gasped heavily, but happily, overjoyed, “Sorry, we were here to clean ourselves up?— weren’t we?” He apologized but didn’t say the slightest bit sorry. 

Yoichi looked at him and then back at his cock, “it’s still standing, Mihya,” he said confused; wasn’t it supposed to be gone after it spilled it’s load? Yoichi didn’t understand why the peasant’s shaft was still standing proudly in front of him, it made no sense, Michael say that it would disappear.

“And what’s this?” Yoichi asked before Michael could answer; he watched the princess licked off his sperm off his body and digest it. “It tastes… familiar.” 

“You jest, you’re highness— it’s just your imagination.” 

Yoichi pouted as he pushed Michael into the floor; “Shut up!— you don’t know nothing! You say this ugly thing would disappear, and it didn’t! I’m not stupid! I can figure stuff out on my own too! Don’t treat me like a child,” he angrily stated; while dragging his face closer to Michael’s standing shaft. 

Flicking his fingers, to only watch it stand back up; Michael blushed, “I never knew that you were so… proactive, princess.”

“What are you even talking about!?” 

Michael watched Yoichi close his eyes as he began to suck down in the tips of his cock; he toss his head back as he felt cheeks hallowing around the head of his dick. It’s unbearably hot, he already prematurely burst a load, and his dick is still standing. 

He never taught this to him; or told him, so why? Michael doesn’t fight it, in fact he loves it. 

He pressed Yoichi’s head downward on his cock; forcing him to take in more in his tiny mouth of his, its even sticker and more stuffed inside his mouth. Only one thirds ways in and Yoichi’s struggled to take in anymore inside his mouth; it bugle in his cheeks and tears began to flower once again. 

Michael’s mind broke right there; even if Yoichi was chocking on his dick, he force him to take in down his tight throat. Well, sticky walls sallowing him; he can only think that the experience would be similar if he forced his dick inside of the princess’ boypussy. “It taste great, doesn’t it princess? You love it, don’t you? Fuck- it’s so sticky and wet— princess are you sure you never done this before? You’re a natural slut.” 

Yoichi unable to deny the claims, kept sucking down on Michael’s humongous yoni plugger. Michael was right, he couldn’t get enough of it, it tastes gross, slimy and disgusting; but there’s something that keep him wanted more. 

Bobbing his head and hallowing cheeks, Yoichi eyes up at his servant, whom seems to having the time of his life; of-course who wouldn’t!?— anyone would be overjoyed whenever he decide to make an appearance. His is the princess of the kingdom, ever where he walks, people should toss flower petals and sing fanfares of his existence. 

Riding on a high; Michael feels like he’s on cloud nine, there’s a euphoric rush swinging throughout his head and body. Yoichi’s tongue lapping on his cock and his suffocating gasps makes Michael feel feral. 

Not even five minutes lasted till Michael cum again; this time, inside Yoichi’s mouth, forcing him to digest more of his sperm. If he wasn’t getting pregnant from his cock in his pussy, than Yoichi was bound to get pregnant from the numerous times he’s indigested Michael’s sperm— knowing or not. 

“Princess,” Michael say breathlessly, he cuffed Yoichi’s jawbone, “You’re so prefect.” Leaving the boy’s mouth full with his creamy juices. 

They leave the bathing hall; getting dressed, finally— after how many hours had first pass since Yoichi awaken? But he’s not in his regular attire, he’s in a skimpy, maid’s dress; Michael didn’t bring any of the princess’ gowns to the bathing hall. 

He carries the princess because he demanded to be carried; the princess hide his face in between his shoulder, “How humiliating, me!?— a princess, in a peasant’s attire! W-where did you even find this, stupid!” 

There was no other servant but Michael, whom does not wear skimpy maid outfits and regular suits instead, “Who knows,” he shrugs. “But princess, no one is here to witness you in this state but me.”

“…” Yoichi stayed silent for a moment, “but.. it’s still embarrassing, dumbass, this is your fault, why didn’t you prepare my dress?” 

Michael’s fingers slip, entering Yoichi’s pussy— he didn’t even prepare the princess’s undergarments. The princess flinches, exhaling sharply, “Mihya~♡” 

He sinks his fingers deeper, while they climb up the stairs; Yoichi covers his mouth, but Michael still hears him call out his name like a pledging. Muffled moans and gasps reaches his ears, “ngh.. anGh~ m-mih-Mihya.” 

“Princess, it sounds like you’re having a difficult time. Would you like me to let you down?” Michael feels Yoichi shake his head, “then, I guess that’s a no.”

“Where would you like to go first?— you’re chambers or your study, princess?” 

“S-study, ngh~” Yoichi weakly replies. 

“Oh? I though you were complaining about your attire, why the change?”

“Why does it matter to you, asshole?” 

Michael laughs, “nothing, nothing princess.” That’s a lie, he knows why— because the study is farther away than his chambers, which would have meant that he would have to stop fingering the princess’s pussy. He likes it, he thinks. 

They stay quiet till Michael reach the study, and Yoichi still clings onto Michael’s shoulders, “princess, we’re here.” Michael withdraws his fingers from his royal highness’s vulva; not want to tease the poor boy anymore. And anymore sexual tension between them two, Michael is sure to faint from blue balls. 

Yoichi nod, and hums in acknowledgment; Michael takes that as a his queue to open the door, and seat on the princess’ favorite chair. Yoichi lets go of Michael’s shoulders, he plops down on Michael’s laps, rest his head against Michael’s chest, “Michael..”

“Yes, my princess?” 

“Am… I cute?” He pressed his face into Michael’s chest and hand on his heart.

Michael rest his arms on Yoichi’s waist, “princess?— where is this coming from?” 

“J-just answer the question!— idiot,” despite his annoyed demeanor, Yoichi seem quite charming here, in his arms, asking such an obvious question. 

Michael laughs, “Yes, you’re cute, princess.” 

“Even right now?” He asked, not looking up from Michael’s chest; perhaps he was feeling insecure due to his attire.

“Yes, even right now, you’re adorable.” 

“In the whole entire world?” 

“Yes, the cutest in the whole world.” 

Michael felt Yoichi dig his face closer into his chest. Despite the princess being know for being a bratty-bitch, there were some rare moments, where he was occasionally very adorable. He then hears a soft moan and the faintest, “that’s good.” 

Days passed, and then weeks, and then months; till it was finally just a day away from Yoichi’s coming-of-age ceremony, his debut party to the public. Michael is setting the princess to bed; he gently pats his head. 

Before he turns, he hears Yoichi call out to him, “Mihya..” his head is press against his pillowcase, voice soft and sultry. 

“Yes, princess?” 

“Don’t leave,” he meekly answered; “why, princess?— is it because you are afraid of tomorrow?” Michael bantered.

“Who says I was!?” Michael took that as a yes. Yoichi pulled the bedsheets off, “can you sleep with me?”

Michael short circuited— did he mean literally or sexually!? There’s no way he could have known; Michael hadn’t told a soul, nor was Yoichi aware of his intentions. It was only till he heard, “Mihya.. can you keep me company till I fall asleep?”— so, he meant it, literally.

Right; Michael just wasn’t in the right mindset, there was no way Yoichi would have known. All he’s been thinking about up till this moment were vulgar thoughts. “Y-you.. want me to sleep, in the same bed as you, correct?” 

“D-don’t make me repeat myself!— are you going to do it or not? One last chance, peasant,” still, despite his words, he held the  blanket sheets up, waiting to Michael to climb into his bed; and the way he said, ‘peasant,’ it sounded.. almost endearing.

It was a invitation from the princess; there’s no way that Michael was going to pass up on it, “so needy,” he says underneath his breath. He takes off his coat, tossing it in the floor and unbuttoning his top button to get comfortable. 

He climbs into Yoichi’s bed; the princess moves his body to make room for Michael, “Mihya,” Yoichi presses his face into the latter’s chest as he gets come in. He wear nothing underneath the covers, Michael knows this— the princess enjoys sleeping nude.

Michael tries to calm his mind; he’s been in near contact with Yoichi’s bare body several times in the last two months, but this time it just feels so different, so intimate. “You know, princess?— you been calling me by my name more often lately.”

“So what?” 

“Nothing, I just.. making conversation, princess. Don’t mind me, go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow.” 

Yoichi hums as he brings himself closer to Michael’s arms, burying himself in Michael’s warmth; he find it comforting, safe, cozy. “Don’t leave, till I wake up, okay?” 

Michael finds it adorable how Yoichi uses his arms as his teddy bear to fall to sleep with, “Of course, I wouldn’t disturb your slumber for the world.” Soon there’s a moment of silence between them; and he soon hears Yoichi’s soft breath slow down. Yoichi had always been a quick sleeper; and a deep one too. 

He find himself dragging the princess closer to his body; pressing his head to his chest; hands holding onto his back. Holding him tightly; his thighs rides up Yoichi’s, till he feels himself rubbing up against the princess’ bare vulva folds. Michael just finds him so cute; especially when he’s quiet.

He holds him so closely, he fears he might break him; there’s a swelling lump in his throat telling him to bite down on the princess’ fair neck. Perhaps it was his cuteness aggression getting to him, but he parted his lips, bearing his teeth to mark his bite onto untouched skin. 

His obsession was bring him to place he knows he shouldn’t be crossing; but here he was, with his mouth over Yoichi’s trapezius muscle, his teeth met skin. And then a bite; it’s was hard by any means, but it was enough to make the princess involuntarily winces in his sleep. 

Michael loves Yoichi; flaws and all— he loves him so much it feel intoxicating to bear. He never felt closer to the princess than now. 

There’s an exhausted sigh as Michael breaths out, he looked at the wound that he created on Yoichi’s neck— it’s turning red. He feels warmer inside; as he watches the princess breath slowly and softly— it’s hard to imagine such a brat could be so cute, but there he was, sleeping ever so peacefully. And there was Michael eating it all up, every last spect and crumb. 

His thighs dug into Yoichi’s fold deeper; Michael’s libido was a never ending monster and reminder of his thirst. I want him, I want ruin him; make a mess that lasts for a lifetime. 

Teeth piercing lips as Michael frown and closed his eyes so tightly that he thought it would strain his vision; his eyes shot open as he felt red-blood cells migrating down to his abdomen. 

And there it stood; bright and tall, Michael groaned— knowing how impossible it was to sleep it off. His hands seek downwards, shuffling as slowly as possible to avoid waking his princess’ slumber. With his hands creeping down, Michael pulls down his confines to lease his beast, “..just for a little bit,” he muttered underneath his breath. 

Stroking his shaft with long and tight hands; Michael breathed out while kneading the princess’ rear assets. He’d be drooling if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t want to disturb Yoichi. 

His brain hard-wired back to when Yoichi voluntarily sucked his dick; remembering how it was the best thing to ever happened to him. It was nothing but divine; a blessing, or a miracle. 

Moving a little bit faster, Michael shifted in bed to be on top of his princess. Yoichi was thankfully a deep sleeper; but Michael didn’t want to take his chances in ruining his rest. Avoiding all chances of skin touching; Michael leaned over Yoichi’s body with his forearm over his princess’ head and his knees keeping himself from touching the princess’ body as he jerked off his high. 

The fear of causing the princess to reawakened added to his drive; it was exhilarating, his heart was racing faster than ever. He’s a degenerate; a pervert, an absolute douche-bag.

Michael could take Yoichi on anywhere, anytime; over the kitchen counter, on top of horses, up against walls and trees— the possibilities were endless. It didn’t matter; it never did— outside, inside sex, in front of nobles or even his parents. He was ready to jump at the chance to defile his princess’ royal garden. 

Destroy his insides and rearrange it all over again; plant new flowers and foliage, tear up dirt and debris. He wants to all. He wants all of Yoichi. 

Whatever it takes to steal Yoichi’s attention. 

Michael frowns as he cum; there’s something in the way of his eyes as he stares down at Yoichi. It’s foggy up his vision  and he feels the corner of his eyes burn red, it strings. And after all of this time, he still looks as beautiful as he first met him— sleeping so peacefully too. 

Watching Yoichi’s chest rise and fall again as he sleeps; counting the number of lashes on his pretty, little eyelids. 

He loves him so much it hurt to think about; and Michael hates it. 

Michael couldn’t bring himself to keep watching. He gets up. Without disturbing the princess, he leaves to return back to his quarters. 

His hands are defiled with his own filth. He doesn’t understand himself anymore; the closer they become, the more sick he feel in his guts for knowing his true intentions.

He tries to forget about it. 

He doesn’t want to think about it. 

He’s sure that the princess will forget by morning comes. 

When morning comes; Yoichi reaches to his side, finding something missing from last night. 

He sits up, sheets crumbling into his fist, “Liar.” 

And he hears the doors open; Michael appears from behind the doors with a healthy serving of breakfast. But he doesn’t care; “You left!” He toss a pillow at Michael’s stupidly handsome face. 

Michael dodges, pretending to not understand Yoichi’s claims, “I’m afraid, I don’t know what you mean by that, princess.” He says calmly as he places Yoichi’s breakfast on the bed. 

But Yoichi doesn’t care: he doesn’t care that Michael woke up to make breakfast for him in bed! “You promised!!— you said that you wouldn’t leave till I woke up! You’re a liar!” He screams, it’s raw— straining the boy’s vocal cords. And Michael sees how much it finally meant to him as he gets closer, that single tears in his eyes.

It was the first time he seen Yoichi cry for any other reason than debauchery. 

“…” Michael doesn’t know what to say. He’s sorry; but for so many reason— he likes the princess far more than he should, he forced the princess in affairs he should have never partaken, he made meals mixed with his sperm. But this, was his breaking point?— when Yoichi was finally crying in front of him. 

He lifts the princess’ head up by his chin with his hands, he leans down to his height— their faces are mere centimeters apart, and he asks, “May I?” 

Yoichi, confuses, nods; Michael closes his eyes and so does him. 

Their lips touch, but it’s not like any other times they did, it was without heat or lust but with affection and intent. Yoichi’s frown softens, Michael opens his eyes— his gaze softly upon Yoichi’s expression. His hearts thumps, almost like he fall in love once again. The tears stick to Yoichi’s lashes in small, little water droplets. 

He pulls away, “Princess… I— fuck, I don’t know how to say this, but, I fucking love you. So much you don’t even know.” This was the aftermath of his mess and he knows his confession would land him one of two options; he actually gets fired or nothing happens. “I’m-“

Before he could say again, Yoichi interrupts his apology, “… me too.” 

Michael pulls even further, holding the princess by his shoulders, “H-Huh!?” 

Embarrassed, Yoichi huffs, “D-don’t make me say it again!!— I said,” now it was his time to interrupt; “I heard you the first time, princess..it’s just that, you said you love me… back?” 

“Idiot. I already said, ‘yes,’ I like you too,” Yoichi blinked with a pouty lip. 

“I’m a peasant, your servant— and you like me?” Michael is beyond stunned, puzzled beyond fixing. 

“Ughh!— how many times do I have to say, YES!?’ I like you! I love you!” 

Michael faints his head on Yoichi’s shoulders, “just.. just— let me take in the moment, please.” And he feels a hand over his head; and his breath falters into stagnate silence till where he feels his body start to chock. 

“You’re so stupid!— you know that?” There’s no menace or heat behind his words, just stubbornness to outright say, ‘it’s okay,” but Michael finds it always hilarious. 

Slowly, he starts to find his words again, “It’s a big-day today, princess— let’s get you ready for your ceremony.” He stands  back up with a honest smile as he combs back Yoichi’s longer stands of hair back. 

It takes them two full hours to complete Yoichi’s appearance for his grand debut appearance; from head to toe, it’s perfection. His waist is been more cinched in with a corset, it emphasizes his hips and waist. His hair is adored with his crown, rested high on his head; it’s glitters with green gems and golden headband. The gown is an off-the shoulder silhouette with a soft green-blue shade. 

And underneath it all— is a secret only Yoichi and Michael knows. 

When the carriage arrives to the princess’s palace, Michael assist him into the carrier with his hand as support. When he’s securely tucked in— Yoichi turns to look, “Why are you taking so long?… y-you’re supposed to be with me too, Mihya..” 

The cutenesses overload strikes again and Michael is shot in the heart by his princess.

In his head, he coughs up blood from his mouth, “Yes, Princess Yoichi,” he said with a smile. He accompanies his highness’ into his wagon. 

They sat side by side each other; but the way Yoichi looks at him the moment the door closes is telling him to do something more, “You absolute harlot,” Michael snarls.

“S-shut up!— this is your fault… idiot,” Yoichi softly punched Michael’s stomach as he huffed. “You have to help me! You have no choice!” He pinned Michael down to his seat by sitting on top of his lap.

“What’s the magic word?” Michael sang to his own amusement as he held Yoichi’s waist with one hand and the other on his thighs.

“p-please, Miyha~♡” Making Yoichi beg for help from him was something he never though would ever happen in his life. Michael felt the princess’ grinding at his shaft and the bumps on the road causing their bodies to collide even more. 

Michael sniffed Yoichi’s fair neck with predatory lust; kissing and pecking the sides of his neck, licking at the same spot he bite into last night. Burning with fervent enthusiasm; his hand at Yoichi’s thighs inclined upward underneath the princess’ skirt till he felt it. Bare skin and wet folds. 

The princess was going commando. 

Landing on sublime flesh; digging his fingers into soft skin, Yoichi’s breath hitched along with his body. Michael watched as Yoichi leaned into his touch by arching his back— his glassy eyes, soft moans and desire for ruin.

His fingers wander to Yoichi’s Eden gardens— fingers running through his wet, squelching folds; Michael never knew how sexy his innocent princess could be. He would fuck Yoichi right here if he could; but the though of ruining his hard-work before anyone else gotten to see Yoichi’s beauty would have been a waste. 

Michael grin as he push his hips upward; “Not yet princess— patience. It’s too soon.” 

“Please~ Miyha… something- anything will do,” Yoichi grind his hips down to match Michael’s heat. His hands palming at Michael’s chest. Which brought him an idea. 

Kissing the side of his neck, Michael whispered with a laugh, “You’re so needy.” His hands pressed into Yoichi’s rosy garden as he shared a passionate kiss on the princess’s lips, fingering till he reach his velvet insides— Michael pull out his pen from his breast pocket and slid it deep inside his princess’ clit, “something and anything, you said?— well, keep your pussy clenching down on that and we’ll have no problems till then.” 

The pen was cold— it was metal, and it was  penetrating warm walls, and Yoichi yelp with glee, “Cold!-ugh~ s-so cOld!” His hands shivered on Michael’s shoulders, Yoichi clench the pen so hard to keep it inside his vulva. 

“Now sit down like the good girl you are, Yoichi,” Michael commanded with a raspy voice. The carriage ride wasn’t even half way through yet, there was a long ride before they could reach the central capital. 

Which meant a lot of hot, needy, and hungry gasps and cries for Michael to listen to. 

With each thump and bump from the oncoming road, the more harder he got from Yoichi’s debauched yelps. It wasn’t going to be an easy ride for either of them. 

Minutes felt like hours— and Michael was sure that either of them would end up with a wet spot on their attire. Compromising, Michael ran his fingers through his hair, “Princess, why don’t we try something else?” 

Yoichi fluttered his lashes in a seductive manner— it’s sickening how appealing he looks right now, his eyes are half-lidded and on the mist of an orgasm, “n~ahhhh, mm.” His voice comes out raw, wet— throaty, rough yet light, and Kaiser takes it as a yes.

He flips the latter over with one hand— his hands lingers on Yoichi’s thighs as he lifts it up. The princess’ skirt is up in a scandalous wayward— revealing all there is to offer to Michael’s eyes. The rustling movements of the carriages throws the two of them off-balance but, Michael naturally recovers.

“Mihya!.. I-I can’t anymore.. I need it, I need you,” Yoichi pleads with desperation, his voice demanding and commanding orders for Michael to obey— his fingers rush to pull his folds apart to reveal all of his wetness to his servant. 

Michael looks at awe at what he is presented; a glistening, slick, wet pussy, it causes him to gulp a deadly poison call, ‘Lust.’ He stares down at the princess’ pretty ,pink ,shade of skin and then looks up at him— face sweating with heat and panting soft breaths, “Good girl— you held out for so long.”

But Yoichi doesn’t want anymore of the pleasantries, he wants Michael, “S-shut up— dumb dumb! This is your responsibility, so hurry up and take care of it!” 

With a grin, he does— taking a firm grasp on Yoichi’s thighs— Michael dips his fingers back inside the rosy garden of Eden and pulls out his pen. Discarding it somewhere in the wagon for someone else to discover. “Will do, your highness,” complying with Yoichi’s request, Michael takes responsibility of all of his needs. Because after all, that’s what a servant is to do, serve their master’s every woes and words. 

Apart his lips, before he introduces his tongue to Yoichi’s most sensitive and sacred parts, dragging the tips of his tongue from bottom to top. It tastes as sweet as honey and as sticky as glue— it sounds even better with rolling pops and squelches. “You’re so wet— princess.” 

Michael watches as Yoichi withers into a sinfully hot mess; whimpering at his touch only, makes Michael wild. The soft gasps and shaking thighs adds to his libido. It all too much for Yoichi and yet it makes him laugh, this being too much? 

What a weak creature he was. So precious and weak. 

“Mihya~” Yoichi cries again; striking another cord at Michael’s heart. His hands spread Yoichi’s thigh further, burying his face in sweet wetness without shame. “Too—much!” He says this but Michael can feel his hand pushing his head forward. 

Who is he to deny his princess’ desires?— he’ll indulge him for once.

Inside the carriage they share; they’re having a field day. Michael curls his tongue inside soft walls, his lower mouth is covered in slick and thick, strings of bodily fluids— there was no other word to describe this excursion; other than divine. 

It was enlightenment— the true taste of heaven on Earth. And Michael couldn’t get enough of it, he wants more, he’s a glutton, and his a sinner. But Michael’s fine if he ends up in Hell, because he already had the sweet taste of Heaven.

In fact, he doesn’t care where ever he end up in— as long as Yoichi’s there with him, he couldn’t care less. 

It’s devotion. 

And it’s a promise; to serve his highness day and night, and beyond moral living. 

Yoichi yelps with a pleasurable moan; and Michael knows that he’s serve his role. Sucking down on princess’ clit harder than ever, ensuring that no drop is wasted, Michael enjoys his fruitful meal.

His mouth is filled with thick, white, and sweet liquid, it can be seen as revolting to others but he seen it as a gift. Irregular huffs of air being exhaled and inhaled; both Yoichi and Michael are ill in their head, without a word, they both had in mind was pure scandalous. They share this look between their eyes; Yoichi’s ridden face from sweat and tears and Michael’s cheeky smirk met. Sharing the same thought.

For another round of pleasurable desires to be fulfilled; to do it all day and night with excitement simmering underneath skin. For hot bedsheets covers and heavy exhales. They wanted it all.

“Mihya~I-i want more,” Yoichi’s raw voiced echoed in Michael’s ears. His legs were trembling, his Eden garden out for all to see, for all to bear witness to his luscious wetness and desperate gaze. His leg fair and pale— perfect to litter with hot, red marks of love. 

Yoichi’s words weren’t a question or a request, it was a claim form his power. And as his loyal servant, Michael had to make his highness’ demand come true. But with their current predicament, they’ll be soon arriving to the royal capital. 

With an aching pain in his chest, Michael rejected the idea with a sultry voice, “Maybe next time, princess.” 

“No!— now, not later, Mihya. I want more now!” Yoichi hissed in a fit, pleading with a desperate expression for cock and Michael’s  body on his. 

“Fuck. I can’t leave you alone for a minute?— can I?” Micheal questioned himself, asking himself how insane they both may be. Hole got up from his knees, yanking at Yoichi’s lock of hair at the handful and pull his face close to his, “Listen here, you slut. When I tell you later, it means later.” 

Whimpering at his touch, Yoichi nodded through his tearful expression, soon Michael loosen his grip, sitting there beside him. Gently patting the boy’s head, kissing his forehead to soothe his pain. 

“Don’t worry princess— soon, I’ll give you everything and more that you wished for.” 

Just as Kaiser predict; they were soon at the royal capital, for Isagi— this was his first time here after fifteen years of isolation. Finally back to where he belongs for his sixteen birthday. 

Upon their arrive— lines of servants from left to right lined up at the entrance to greet the long awaited princess. In the middle of it all was the queen and king, to greet their son together for his sixteen birthday and coming-of-age ceremony.

Michael got down from the carriage first— to then extend his hand out to the princess to be used as leverage for when he got down. He watched the way how Yoichi’s hair flutter in the wind— it was almost too perfect, the moment he stepped out, the wind began to blow. 

And off in the distance; they can hear a choir of bird chirping and singing a soft tune for the princess’ arrival. 

Oh, how loved Yoichi is— for even the smallest critters to acknowledge his presence and greet him? Making his appearance grand and welcoming. 

Yoichi looked up from his feet; watching his parents gush with excitement and joy for their son’s arrival, “Mother! Father!” His own face lit up with dopamine. 

“Oh, Yoichi, my baby— how have you grown so much?” The queen inquired, fondly remembering how the princess used to be so small that she could cradle him in her arms; as she began to rub the side of Yoichi’s soft, plump, cheeks. 

“You.. grown so beautifully, son. You’ll be the center of attention wherever you go,” the king boosted to himself about his son’s beauty. It’s been years since they were last able to visit their son and placed him under the care of Michael’s watchful eye. 

The last time they seen each other was three years ago; three years since Michael was appointed as Yoichi’s sole servant, three years since Yoichi and Michael first met. 

The king and queen introduced the pair to each other; Michael as their son’s servant and Yoichi as Michael’s master.

Michael wanted to say something; say that he’ll take the princess’ hand in marriage, and love him from heaven and hell and beyond. But couldn’t; there was still an uneasy tension, they just confessed their feelings to each other, and Michael doesn’t know if it would change or not. 

Because after all— he was still of lowly descent, a servant, a peasant. 

Acknowledging this fact strung him in the chest. 

And off to the side; Michael watched as Yoichi laughed and blushed with his parents, whom hurried their princess inside to meet someone. He should have known— the princess was only sixteen years of age, while he was eighteen, and being the only man Yoichi’s ever known besides his own biological father.

Yoichi doesn’t know what he means when he loves him. 

It was only affection by proximity. 

Michael stood behind the royal family as the king and queen introduced Yoichi to his new fiancé— a boy named, Itoshi Rin. He stood a head taller than Yoichi; with a stoic expression, one devoid of emotion and sympathy, but was objectively handsome.

He cursed himself for being born with lowly descent; cursing himself even more for enabling his own desire to take over him. Because he knows that no matter how much time they spent together; the princess will never be his. 

Standing there; watching Yoichi blushed as he greeted his fiancé; Michael had a fake smile, because underneath it all was a boiling concoction of ego and jealousy. He wants to yank the princess away from Rin; proclaim that Yoichi is his to claim. 

But couldn’t, so he just bite the insides of his lips to make the feeling go away. 

He hated this.

He wants to hide Yoichi away for his own desires; keep him isolated from the rest of society for eternity, punish the princess for even daring to look at any other man other than himself. 

Bend him down, and humiliate the princess with how much of a cock slut he really is. Side his cock in and out till the princess will have no other option but to bare his children. 

“Michael!” 

Yoichi calls out to him; dragging Michael out of his toxic daze. He blinks, and then has a genuine smile on his face, “Yes?— my princess?” 

“Y-you’re so slow!— come here, I need you, Michael,” Yoichi pouts, fluttering his eyes at him. The words, ‘I need you,’ echoes in Michael’s ears. 

“Right away, princess.” He says with conviction and carried it with the confident of a gentleman. In his words, there was this wind of arrogance, and hatred toward the other man— Rin Itoshi.

“Rin!— this is my… my..” Yoichi said, his words and tone weren’t bratty at all for a second when he was referring to Rin. And Michael saw how the princess was struggling to find the right words to define each other. 

Michael was his servant, first and foremost— lover second. 

“I’m his s-“; “His my b-boyfriend— i-i like him,” Yoichi confessed.

Michael didn’t know what to say or what to do— but with Yoichi saying it out right, he laughed. “Nervous, princess?” 

The room was stagnate after Yoichi confession; the king and queen stared at each other,  and Rin was standing there with a blank expression. “I like Michael Kaiser,” he stated again, but this time without his flushed and shutting mannerisms. Looking up at Michael, as he linked arms with him. 

There was never a day where he failed to surprise Michael.

Within seconds of Yoichi’s engagement being announced— it ended just as fast. 

Because Yoichi Isagi was already someone else’s bride. 

Moments later, they found themselves at the ballroom. Full with festive activities and music on a bright and clear day; but the main character of the event has gone missing! 

The servants alarming the king and queen of the absences of their princess, they looked at each other and then back at the concerned maids and butlers; “Kids will be kids, don’t fret— they’ll come back sooner or later.” 

The maids and butlers looked at one another in confusion, “They?” 

In the midst of the search; they were far out of sight, in a flowery, rosy and quiet garden where no one could hear or bother them. Michael and Yoichi were both lost in the sound of each other; their burning desires colliding upon each other’s bodies and more.

Without contriteness; Michael pinned the princess down against the tree truck and bending him down till the blue hair princess’ head was pressed against tree bark and ass up. Aligning his cock to slip inside, Michael exhaled for the long awaited moment. 

Yoichi looked over his shoulder with his glassy, doe eyes, “M-Mihya~♡ please!” 

Michael was a man now without binding nor restraint; his hands slide up the princess’ gown and grope his plumped rear, “Will do— princess. Anything for you.” He says with devilish intent. To defile his princess, to care him, and to love him all over again and again.

In the rosy garden— petals of red fallen on the ground, and a princess’ virginity were being claimed. 

Inserting the head of his shaft, Michael groaned with excessive pleasure, “Princess, you’re so tight.” Perhaps it was due to his size but the princess’ clit was soaking with slick. Thrusting his erect deeper, the more closed in his cock felt around Yoichi’s walls. Feeling walls stretching to accommodate his length and size brought a smile to Michael’s face. 

A chaotic smile. 

Dominating Yoichi in such a ways was a dream come true, it feels like he’s eradicating a longtime yearning. Finally archiving the his long awaited prize he has been asking for. 

His hands clenched around Yoichi’s waist, holding him in place as he mounted his cock inside Yoichi’s soft insides. But at the entrance, he felt like farmer ploughing through rough terrain. Biting his skin— Michael moaned, “Ngh-ugh! Fuck.” 

His head started to feel lightheaded and sloppy— like a blended-up mush. 

“Princess,” he begged, “say my name, I want you to say my name, princess.” His head resting on the princess’s back as he pleaded. His body was on fire, his lips were burning, and his pulse was pounding in his eardrums. 

It was a one of a kind experience— as Yoichi  gasped and moan his name, “Mih-Mihya.” It was too much— this was too much for a moral man to handle. Glossy, doe eyes staring back at him, with a flush face of blush. 

Nails glazed Yoichi’s delicately, sensitive skin. Sharp hitching, and back arching, Michael’s lips on the delicate skin, “Breathe, princess— in.” 

Yoichi suck in a gasp of air, Michael pecked the fair, untainted skin with his love bites like a bedbug, “—And out.”

Exhaling with a gentle sigh, Michael looked pleased— “Good girl, Yoichi.” His pulled out— leaving his tip inside, “tell me, whose’s a good girl?”

“M-me,” Yoichi cried with excitement. “Please Mihya. I need it— I need you so bad.” 

“Tell me, princess— tell me how much you want it,” his touch linger for a moment on Yoichi’ waist before reach his jaw, caressing soft skin and lips. 

“Ugh!—Mihya, y-you’re so mean!” Yoichi protested. He wants it so badly; he need Michael inside of him. He wants to feel that same high from hours ago. He wants to feel his brain scrambling to form a coherent sentence when Michael ravage his body like some sort of monster or animal.

“Tell me all about it, Yoichi.” With a sarcastic laugh, testing the boy’s patience for a good dick down. Michael grunted as he teased his princess, letting his fingers explore Yoichi’s mouth. “Tell me— tell me how much you want me, my love.” 

Yoichi’s voice makes a peek, but not a noise nor sound of intelligible words, Michael repeats himself for the nth time, “Say it. Say how much you want me to cum inside of you, tell me how long I can fuck you till your dumb in the mind. I want you to say it.” 

He then hears something coming out of Yoichi’s mouth, “Huh?— I didn’t get that princess, mind saying it louder?” 

“I-I want you to fuck me dumb, Mihya! Cum inside of me like a cream puff! Mihya— I want you, I need you inside of me, please, please, please! ♡”  

“Your wish is my command.” 

Without another second wasted, civic matters were erased from Michael’s brain as he pumped his cock inside Yoichi’s vulva— breaking skin and muscle tissue that were too slow to adjust to his length causing Yoichi to bleed. 

His hands back on Yoichi’s waist— it was sure to leave a mark, especially with the strength he was using to keep the boy’s pussy up. The veins on his hand were exploding; when he looked at how small the princess was, it got him higher than ever. 

“You’re taking me so well, princess- fuck, it’s so good,” Michael exclaimed as he piston his phallic limb in and out of Yoichi’s helplessly soft walls. “Princess, loosen up, you’re so tight—“ Michael frown, it felt like his cock was about to be sliced in half from how tight Yoichi’s vagina was. 

“Mihya— too, ngh much! I feel ugh so full,” the princess whined— it was too much for him to take, even with a sloppy, slicked up pussy like his was too small. With Michael’s full size inside the princess; there was a bump forming around Kaiser’s cock. “Mihya, fill me, I feel so full with you.” 

Fill me. 

Fill me. 

Fill me. 

Pathetic to Yoichi’s face, body and soul— Michael start to feel like a virgin again for Yoichi, to spill his load, to make cream-pie for his one and only princess. Groaning for refusal to fill Yoichi’s pussy with his cum, just yet— Michael bites the shell of his ears, “breath in, princess.” He wants to breed, prematurely pregnant Yoichi from one spurt, but it’ll be too soon. 

He feels corrupted; it’s all too maddening, the pain, the warmth, the adrenaline. An awful mess of a man who’s only thoughts are satisfying his lower half. 

Yoichi takes a sharp breath of air— he’s too sensitive all over, too hot, too slow to properly form a though that wasn’t for his desires. He followed Michael’s lead— breathing when being told, exhaling when asked. But there’s something missing— he wants to see Michael’s face, he wants to see how he looks while he obliterate his body. “Mihya— I wanna kiss you, I wanna see your face, please, please. I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be your good girl.” 

“You whore… only think about what will make you feel good?” Yoichi weakly moaned, begging Michael to touch him more. 

The princess arched his back, press his ass up against Michael’s cock. “I need you, Mihya.” 

Slut. 

Michael flipped Yoichi over, folding him in half with his hands in the back of Yoichi’s thighs, “Is this what you wanted!?” He felt Yoichi’s arms around his neck and nails pressing against his back. “Fuck- you damn slut.” 

He’s giving in, and pushing skin into flesh; tight, velvety walls surrounding his abdomen, Michael felt like he was going to prematurely combust. 

Yoichi’s smelt so sweet, so intoxicating sweet; Michael was to tear skin, rip those silly, useless fabric off of his princess’ body. Present Yoichi’s bare body to the whole world for everyone to see, to see how much of a slut he really is. 

Fuck. 

Michael was going to cum— way too quick; Yoichi’s legs were wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. He prided himself for being a good in bed, but here he was being a quick-fuck. “Yoichi.” 

But he doesn’t pull out, or back out, he presses in deeper, he making sure his sperm has the best start in the race to Yoichi’s womb. Making sure the slut is filled to the brim with his hot, steamy, liquid. 

He watches Yoichi take it all; all of him, his sperm, his cock and he wants more— around round. The way his clit clenches around his dick as he cum inside of him, it was remarkable, nothing Michael ever felt before. 

But before he could pull out, Yoichi’s eyes are closed and his breathing is slowed. He’s spent.

Michael smiles with a laugh, “He fucking passed out.” 

He looks down at the princess— the rumored princess was to be a brat; was now his brat. Yoichi is Michael’s bratty, bitch of a princess, and only his.