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  "But milord…" As Tobey arched an eyebrow, Luke smiled. "All right T-Tobey."

  He smiled at his new personal attendant as they continued down the corridor.

  "We are here milord… Tobey…" Luke pointed towards the large door emblazoned with the Radcliffe crest. "His Majesty awaits inside."

  "Thank you, Luke. I will see you later, then?"

  "Not likely, sir." Luke laughed. "His Majesty will probably keep you with him for a few days."

  "I see. Well, I will see you in a few days then. Wish me luck."

  Luke looked at Tobey, taking in his thick blond locks, deep brown eyes, and genuine smile. "If I may be so bold milord… Tobey… I doubt you will need it." He winked.

  Tobey laughed, not without a tinge of apprehension.

  Luke knocked on the door before taking his leave.

  CHAPTER 3

  "Enter." The High King's voice rang out clearly.

  Tobey took a deep breath and opened the door. "Your Majesty?"

  He stood with his back towards Tobey, looking out the windows into the night. As he turned around, Tobey had to rein in his emotions, just like he did the first and only time they met. An attractive man with a commanding figure, the High King of Naverya was not a man to be taken lightly. Tobey did not have a preference for either gender but the High King might change all that.

  "Tobey." The High King smiled at him. "You made me wait a long time."

  "On my part, six months went by too fast, your Majesty."

  "As honest as ever, I see."

  "I thought that is why you wanted me? You called me refreshing, if I do recall."

  "Aaaah yes, that, you certainly are. You do realise I could order your death if I wanted to?" He walked towards Tobey, grasping Tobey's chin lightly as he stared deep into Tobey's eyes.

  "You could. But you wouldn't." Tobey replied. "You are not a cruel king."

  "You are lucky then." The High King chuckled.

  Tobey's vision clouded for a moment. "Perhaps some may view me as such."

  The High King sighed. "'Tis not so bad, you know. Being in my seraglio." He pulled Tobey closer to him, letting Tobey feel his half-hard cock in the process. Tobey felt his own twitch in response.

  "Perhaps not. Shall we get to it then?" Tobey moved away slightly out of the man's embrace before untying the knot to his black silk robe, letting it fall to the floor.

  "You make it sound like a business transaction," The High King reprimanded softly.

  "Is it not, your Majesty? Even now, my father hopes that my position as your concubine will benefit our household. And King Rowan himself is filled with glee. I am simply stating the truth."

  "There is more to it than just that. And judging from the way your cock is reacting, you are not overly averse to the idea either." The High King gestured towards Tobey's half-hard penis.

  "No. You are an attractive man, your Majesty. Why should I not find pleasure in looking at you?" Tobey replied honestly.

  Tobey went to the large bed and made himself comfortable on it, resting his back against the downy pillows. "Come."

  "And I wonder who the High King is here." He chuckled softly.

  "Why, you are, your Majesty." Tobey laughed.

  "That is the first time I have heard you laugh. It is a wonderful sound." The High King walked slowly over to where Tobey lay in the middle of the bed, almost as if he feared Tobey might bolt at any moment.

  Tobey blushed.

  * * * *

  Tobey's blush looked so becoming that Adam wanted him to blush again and again before the night was over.

  "You are a sensitive one, Tobey," he said, licking Tobey's nipple experimentally. The tip formed a tight bud in response.

  "Your tongue does things to me…" Watching Tobey hold back his moans, Adam resolved to do everything he could to hear the sweet sounds.

  "Hmmm… your nipples are a thing of beauty. Look at the rosy pink colour. And the way it is budding so exquisitely every time I take it in my mouth."

  "That is what Rafe said, too. That you would love my nipples." Tobey blurted out.

  "Rafe? Who is Rafe?" Adam asked, tweaking Tobey's nipple almost painfully as he waited for a reply.

  "M-My trainer…"

  "Trainer?" Adam asked with dangerous undertones to his voice.

  "My father hired someone to train me in the arts of pleasuring a man before coming to you," Tobey replied.

  "Someone tasted you before me," Adam said, displeased.

  "Not all the way. No man has taken me that way before."

  "Good. You are mine, Tobey. Only mine." Adam's hands tightened around Tobey's wrists. Tobey belonged to him and no one else.

  "Y-Your Majesty…" Tobey groaned, his cock dripping with pre-cum. "Gonna c-come…" Adam sucked Tobey's cock harder and put his finger into Tobey's hole, pushing the bung in deeper. When the cold plug touched Tobey's prostate, he finally came. Cum spurted out of his cock in a rush. Adam swallowed every last drop before licking his lips contentedly.

  "You taste good, Tobey. Thick and warm. Sweet and salty." Adam kissed Tobey, parting his lips, knowing Tobey tasted himself on Adam's tongue. "My turn. Turn over. On your knees. It will be easier the first time."

  Tobey turned over on his stomach and Adam arranged pillows under him. Bracing on his elbows, Tobey spread himself wide open on his knees. Adam caressed Tobey's back soothingly, letting his fingers trail along Tobey's spine as his concubine arched into the comforting touch. Adam played with the steel bung in his hole, pulling it slightly out and then pushing it in deeper. The tip of the bung touched his prostate and Tobey moaned, feeling his cock harden again.

  "Even your hole is pretty. Puckered pink," Adam said and tugged the bung slowly out. Tobey whimpered in response. "One cannot help but taste it too."

  Adam licked around the tight rim before sliding his tongue in. He relished the sounds as Tobey moaned louder, letting his tongue slip deeper inside, coating Tobey's soft insides thoroughly. Adam licked his way out slowly, stopping to swipe his tongue over Tobey's smooth butt cheek before nipping it gently.

  Adam reached for the bottle of oil placed conveniently on the side table and poured a generous amount, coating his hard cock thoroughly before adding some into Tobey's hole. Inserting two fingers into Tobey, he stretched the narrow opening, searching for Tobey's pleasure spot and flicking it every now and then. Tobey whimpered every time he did and pushed his ass up higher in the air, begging for more.

  "Ready, Tobey?" Adam placed his cock outside Tobey's entrance. Tobey nodded in assent, still whimpering. Adam pushed in gently, gritting his teeth, trying his best not to thrust in all at one go, his instincts battling against him. Tobey's tight ass, tighter than the men he usually slept with, and knowing that he would be the first man to breach Tobey's pink hole made Adam's cock harden further in anticipation. He wanted to make it good for Tobey's first time. He needed Tobey to remember it and never want anyone else.

  "Relax, Tobey…" Adam groaned, his cock trying to make its way past the ring of muscle. He turned Tobey's head, kissing the man whilst whispering reassurances. "I need you to push out. Okay, baby… push out. It will hurt at first, but after that we are all good." Adam licked Tobey's nape. Tobey's scent aroused him and he wondered when his control would break. Tobey's muscles finally relaxed, welcoming him. Slowly, inch by inch, Adam pushed his way further into Tobey's welcoming heat. Adam heaved a sigh of relief when his cock filled Tobey's hole to the hilt. "All right?" he asked.

  * * * *

  Tobey breathed in deeply. His breath hitched. The High King's thick cock filled him, the burn overwhelming yet incredible. He shifted slightly and the man's cock touched a place in him that made him see stars. Moaning, he begged, "Move… please."

  "With pleasure." King Radcliffe chuckled.

  Tobey gripped the bedcovers tighter when the High King moved over him. Too much. The squelching sounds his hole made when his lover moved furiously in and out of him and the sounds of their harsh breathing
were the only noises reverberating in the still of the room. The groans his king made when he pushed into him deepened into growls. Tobey clenched his muscles tight, wanting to hold his lover in as long as he could. By the time the High King turned him over on his back and thrust into him once more, Tobey's moans were barely recognisable. He came without even touching himself, without his lover touching him. And moments later the High King came apart in his arms, the hot, wet spurt of his seed claiming Tobey as his.

  Tobey felt sore all over, especially his hole where he could feel a trickle of cum sliding out. He had lost count of the times they had made love. He didn't even know how many days had passed. A relentless lover, the High King only let him rest during meals and for baths when both became too sticky, covered in sweat and cum to the point it became uncomfortable.

  Tobey stretched and tried to move out of the man's arms, but he gripped him tighter, murmuring his name in his sleep. The High King looked much younger when he slept and Tobey smiled softly, brushing away the lock of hair that had fallen across his face. In the next instant, Tobey reprimanded himself for the gentle feelings blossoming in his chest whenever he had looked at the High King. A mere concubine, he had to stop dreaming he would be anyone of importance to the man. Tobey resolved to put away any growing desire he had for the King. Much safer that way. He needed to protect his heart.

  * * * *

  Adam woke up feeling empty, and he realised the reason when he discovered Tobey missing from his side. He looked around the room, relieved when he saw Tobey seated on one of the leather seats, reading a book.

  "Tobey?" he called out, his voice raw, even to his own ears. Tobey had drained him dry. Even now, exhausted, the thought of Tobey arching below him made his cock twitch in anticipation.

  "Your Majesty?" Tobey placed the book back on the table and made his way back to the bed.

  "I do not like waking up alone."

  "You are not alone," Tobey said.

  "But you are not in my arms."

  "It was getting too warm."

  "Come here, Tobey." Adam beckoned.

  Tobey sighed. "Your Majesty. Do you not require rest?"

  "None of my concubines have ever said that to me before. Usually they want more." Adam laughed.

  "Maybe you should call for one of them instead of me," Tobey snapped.

  "Maybe I should. But not right now. I just want to hold you close. Come here," Adam patted the empty space next to him.

  And Tobey went, allowing the High King to embrace him even as his heart warmed dangerously.

  "I must attend to affairs of the kingdom soon," Adam said, stroking Tobey's hair. Tobey lay atop his chest, his puckered nipples almost tempting Adam into another bout of lovemaking.

  "I know," Tobey said simply.

  "What, no pouting?" Adam half-teased.

  "You are High King. If you allowed your concubines to distract you from your kingdom you would not be the man I admire."

  "You admire me?"

  "Only as High King," Tobey admitted grudgingly. "Your policies have made improvements to Naverya. Especially the poverty stricken areas. The Rowan kingdom now has fewer people begging along the streets. For that I am grateful." Tobey said earnestly.

  "It is nothing."

  "It is something to those who sometimes go to bed with empty stomachs."

  "I accept your gratitude then, though I am only doing my job to make the lives of those who live in Naverya easier," Adam smiled.

  "Your Majesty…"

  "Adam," he said, surprising himself.

  "Your Majesty?"

  Adam cleared his throat, "Call me Adam."

  "All right… Adam… I have some ideas to help Naverya's common folk… if you would not mind listening?"

  "I am all ears."

  * * * *

  Outside the High King's royal chambers, the seraglio rumbled in distress. The newest addition to their 'family' had spent more than seven days with their King. And although the King attended to matters of the kingdom, Tobey never left the King's bedchambers. No one else from the seraglio attended to the King.

  "He's still in there with him!" Joshua shouted. "Are you not worried?"

  Zachary could only clench his fists. "He is the High King, Joshua. And you knew his attentions would shift. We all did."

  "I have only been here six months. Six months! And someone else has caught his attention!" Joshua continued to pace to and fro.

  "You are making me dizzy, Joshua. Stop pacing. He has only been here less than two weeks. Our King will tire of him soon."

  "Do you really believe that?! Have you seen how happy the King looks lately? He sleeps with the stupid bitch! He never does that with the rest of us!" Joshua said bitterly.

  Frustrated, Zachary rubbed his forehead. "Leave me, Joshua. I need to think."

  "I will take my leave then. But do something about him, Zachary. He is a threat to all of us."

  The High King had placed Zachary in charge of the seraglio, and since he had taken charge fewer incidents of arguments had occurred within the 'family'. But now, with the addition of one Tobey Mitchell, all that seemed to be changing. Even his position as the High King's favourite could be at risk. The High King had not called on him once since Tobey came along. Zachary thought perhaps it might be time to remind the High King of why he had chosen Zachary to be part of the seraglio in the first place.

  CHAPTER 4

  "You need to be more careful, sir." Luke commented quietly to Tobey.

  "We have known each other for close to a month and you are still not comfortable calling me by name," Tobey looked in chagrin at Luke. "What do I have to be more careful of, Luke?"

  "Sorry… Tobey. I am not used to calling my betters by their name," Luke said sheepishly.

  "Again, I am no better than you. You just work for my… my… the High King, that is all."

  "Let us agree to disagree then? Certain appearances must be kept." Luke paused and looked at Tobey worriedly before continuing. "Tobey, you need to take care. There are rumours flying around the household. The seraglio is not pleased with you."

  "Did you think I was not aware of it?" Tobey asked. "Oh, they have made me aware of it…"

  "Tobey?"

  "No one from the seraglio has spoken to me, Luke. Only Zachary. And he was barely civil, himself. I found gifts from Ad—the King damaged, and possessions that my mother had sent me from home destroyed. So please do not think I am not aware that they hate me."

  "You never mentioned anything. Why have I not noticed this?" Luke asked in surprise.

  "What is the point? I find it pure childishness on their part. Besides, they are merely superficial things," Tobey shrugged.

  "You are too kind, Tobey." Luke shook his head. "You will not survive here like that. Am I to think that even the High King does not know of this?"

  "I am not kind, Luke. I just know there are more worthy things to fight over and there are things that should just be left alone. To bother the King with this… would only make it worse. He has other things to worry about, more important matters."

  "I doubt he sees this as less important, Tobey. The King cares for you. All of us can see that. That is why they hate you so."

  "I am a novelty to the King… for now. His feelings for me will fade away just like they did for the other men in the seraglio."

  "You really do not see how he looks at you, do you? It is different, Tobey. Trust me on this. Even the other personal attendants have mentioned so."

  "Let's give it a couple more months, shall we, Luke?" Tobey said, laughing half-bitterly.

  "Do you really not see how he treats you?" Luke asked, dumbfounded.

  "I… I…" I don't want to hope, Tobey thought quietly to himself.

  "Just be careful, please. I worry for you. Men can be spiteful too."

  Tobey walked over to where Luke stood and gave him a hug. "Thank you for caring, Luke. I think you are the only one here who does."

  "Oh, I don't think so."

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nbsp; "Tobey?! Are you in here?! I told you—" Adam walked into the room and stopped short at the sight of Tobey hugging his personal attendant.

  "Adam!" Tobey let go of the man and smiled widely at Adam. "I thought you would be much later."

  "Leave," Adam addressed Luke, ignoring Tobey.

  "Yes, your Majesty. I will be back later Tob—milord" Luke caught himself before saying Tobey's full name, but not before the High King had noticed it. Luke left the room hurriedly.

  "Adam?" Tobey asked warily, aware of the sudden tension in the room but not quite sure of the cause.

  Adam stalked towards Tobey without saying a word. Grabbing Tobey by the chin, he forced Tobey's lips to meet his. No gentleness touched the kiss. Adam's tongue roughly scraped the roof of Tobey's mouth and a small part of Tobey revelled in the kiss. But when Tobey tasted the metallic tang of blood, his blood, he pushed Adam away.

  "What is wrong with you?!" He looked at Adam, whose lower lip was covered in his blood.

  "What is wrong with you?!" Adam shouted. "You allow another man to touch you? Do you know not who you belong to?"

  "Are you serious? This is about Luke?"

  "Oh, Luke, is it?" Adam sneered.

  "Adam… he is just my personal attendant."

  "Then do not allow him to touch you so blatantly!" Adam shouted.

  Tobey laughed.

  "What is so funny?!"

  "You, my dear Majesty… are jealous."

  "What?! That is ridiculous," Adam looked at Tobey as if he had grown two heads.

  "You are. I can smell the vinegar all the way from here," Tobey walked slowly towards Adam. "The High King is jealous of an attendant. 'Tis funny."

  "Do not bait me, Tobey." Adam glared at him.

  Tobey held out a hand to caress Adam's cheek. "You have nothing to be jealous of, do you not know that?" He hugged Adam tightly, only releasing the pressure when he felt the muscles in Adam's body relax.

  "You make me feel so many things, Tobey. You make me feel too much." Adam sighed.

  "If it helps any… you do the same to me," Tobey sighed dramatically.