{"id":2716,"date":"2017-01-25T11:59:07","date_gmt":"2017-01-25T16:59:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2716"},"modified":"2017-01-25T11:59:07","modified_gmt":"2017-01-25T16:59:07","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2716","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 21"},"content":{"rendered":"

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy<\/em> by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.<\/p>\n

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Twenty-One: Kenet<\/b><\/p>\n

21: Kenet<\/span><\/h1>\n

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I was on time for my meeting with my father, as I had been every time since the winter. We met on his private terrace, high up the side of the castle. Sometimes the castle itself seems like a mountain, as if it formed there by the forces of nature rather than by the work of human hands. From the terrace I could look down one side and over the gardens where I had seen Bear and Jorin practice in the spring.<\/p>\n

Father\u2019s gaze was for the horizon, so close to us on this side thanks to the mountains. I had often heard it said that no army would find a way to us over those mountains and through those trees, and I remarked on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is why they attack us by other means,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have heard about the blight in the south,\u201d I said, trying to sound more like one of his advisors than like the boy I had so recently been. \u201cAlthough there is still talk about a battle that took place on the Serde? At Tiger\u2019s Mouth?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father hissed as if in pain. \u201cIf you want stories of battle and glory, go down to the guard barracks and listen to them. But the tale of Tiger\u2019s Mouth is not one of glory.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo few survived, we are still not sure,\u201d he said, leaning heavily upon the stone wall with both hands. \u201cI suspect that the Night Riders took advantage of some freak occurrence of nature. Even a mage like Seroi could not single-handedly wipe out a garrison of five hundred men.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is the Night Riders\u2019 most dangerous weapon?\u201d I asked, wondering if there was some spell or fighting technique they used.<\/p>\n

\u201cLies,\u201d he said, surprising me. \u201cThey are masters of deception and when they infiltrate a town, they spread deceit and distrust. They create rumors against the crown, undermine the local governors and lords, set the people against each other… which weakens an area such that when they attack, the resistance crumbles.\u201d<\/p>\n

But surely a garrison of soldiers would not be deceived by lies and political propaganda? I opened my mouth to say so, but he had turned toward the doorway and led me into his quarters. There he poured us each a glass of chilled nectar and bade me sit at the ornate table in the parlor. His bedroom was beyond another door; this room was furnished in rich style, with a table that could be set for four or replaced with a larger one, accompanied by a chest of serving things topped with a gilt-edged mirror. A maid had once told me that my father had brought the furniture back from Pellon. Now I wondered if he had acquired it during the tour he and my mother had taken.<\/p>\n

I sat gingerly on the edge of the cushioned chair and sipped from the glass. Falla nectar and honey and the deep chilled water from under the mountain.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are your preparations for your coming of age ceremony progressing?\u201d he asked. \u201cSeroi has kept me in the dark about the details.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked up in surprise. \u201cDid you not have such a ceremony, too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did, but mine was different from yours. I had different magics worked on me as a youth than you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d I felt the heat starting to come to my cheeks as I tried not to think about what Seroi was doing to me to undo the suppressive spells that had kept my sexual urges in check. If not for this meeting with my father, I would have been in his tower today, this minute, doing who knows what to abase myself for the privilege of release. \u201cTo tell you the truth, he hasn\u2019t told me much about the ceremony either, but we do prepare magically. I believe when the time comes he\u2019ll tell me what to say and what to do.\u201c<\/p>\n

My father nodded, and I could see the indentation in his forehead that the crown he normally wore had left like a dueling scar. \u201cHe certainly did for me. He will not give you the chance to fail.\u201d At that he chuckled. \u201cI will tell you this much, if he has not. The actual ceremony will be performed in the woods, with just him, me, you, and perhaps two or three others present.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat up straighter suddenly, not because this news dismayed me, but because I felt the distinct sensation of a hand coming to rest on my crotch. I glanced down, wondering if I were going mad and had forgotten where my hands were. But no, one was around my glass, the other on the arm of the chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cBear and Captain Jaiks, perhaps, to ensure we are not ambushed,\u201d my father went on, oblivious to my distress. The hand began to move, stroking me through my leggings. \u201cAfter we return to the castle, there will be an official sort of ceremony in front of all assembled, but it is just a formality for the court. The true ceremony will have already been performed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI-I understand,\u201d I said. The sensation intensified, and then there was a sudden pinch right at the cleft of my cock head! I yelped, sloshing some of my drink into my lap a moment later to cover why. I leapt up, setting the glass down, rubbed at my leggings with my tunic. I tried to brush the sensations away, but they continued. \u201cClumsy! An insect bit me and now look what I\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father chuckled indulgently. \u201cYou will need a steadier hand for dinners with other heads of state,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I sat back down quickly, now trying to use the table to hide my groin from view. I hunched over. \u201cYes, definitely,\u201d I agreed. \u201cSergetten didn\u2019t teach me that part of manners. Will he return soon, you think?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not know,\u201d my father said, his face suddenly grave. \u201cYou should not speak of his absence if you can help it. I wish as little attention be paid to it as possible. If anyone should ask you where he has gone, you must say he went to research one of his arcane interests, and then tell me who it was that asked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cY-yes, Father…\u201d The sensation of the hand\u2014wrapped around my cock now and stroking me with quick tugs\u2014made it difficult to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you well, my son?\u201d he asked, brow furrowing with concern.<\/p>\n

I clutched my stomach, a lie rolling easily off my tongue. \u201cI think perhaps something I ate at midday was not good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo to your rooms and I will send a nurse there to meet you,\u201d he said, rising and pulling a bell cord near the door. \u201cYou look flushed. Is it the return of the fever you suffered so recently?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t… doesn\u2019t feel like it…\u201d I got up hurriedly as a maid opened the door in answer to the summons. \u201cSometimes… the spells that Seroi casts…\u201d<\/p>\n

My father did not hesitate. \u201cTake him to Seroi,\u201d he barked at the maid. \u201cI will see you at banquet, Kenet, if you are feeling better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, father.\u201d I hurried out, ahead of the woman who trailed after me, flustered. She closed the door behind us and then chased me into the corridor. I slipped onto a settle there as the hand that stroked me continued, hidden from her view by my tunic and my hunched position. \u201cI will… I can make my own way there…\u201d<\/p>\n

She fanned me with her apron and pressed one cool hand to my cheek. \u201cIf it\u2019s the Lord High Mage you\u2019re needing, I can fetch him here for you, Prince Kenet.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cMy father jumps to conclusions. It\u2019s merely something I ate. I\u2019ll go to my own room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you\u2019re sure, my prince.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes, I\u2019m sure.\u201d I got to my feet and hurried down the corridor and then once I was around the corner, slipped into one of the secret passages behind a tapestry that hung to the floor. My goal was not a shortcut to Seroi\u2019s tower, but merely to get out of sight.<\/p>\n

I freed my cock from my breeches, moaning as the sensation increased all the more. Magehands. This had to be Seroi\u2019s doing! I groaned again, as the sorcerous touch kept me on the edge of coming without actually being enough to take me over. I tried to take hold of my flesh myself only to find the way blocked by the invisible hands.<\/p>\n

I do not know how long I lay there, my back against the tunnel\u2019s wall, before I realized that only Seroi would be able to give me relief. I began to crawl in the direction of his tower, knowing this back passage would at least bring me out near the courtyard of the Tour Tapestry.<\/p>\n

Jorin wouldn\u2019t be able to find me here, I realized. Only I had the touch that would open the doors to the secret passages. I hadn\u2019t realized that at first, but Bear had told me once I\u2019d asked him why I could and Jorin couldn\u2019t, that it was a matter of royal blood. There were spells one could put on locks and doors and boxes and things such that they would only open for us. The Rose Gate, he said, was the largest of them all.<\/p>\n

I passed through a part of the tunnel that was completely dark, but I pressed on, getting to my feet and hurrying, then hugging the wall at the bend, trying helplessly to rut against the stone itself, but to no avail.<\/p>\n

I was lying at the bottom of a few stairs, desperately but vainly trying to rub my cock against the floor, when the secret door there opened and Seroi scooped me up in his arms. His real hand took hold of my cock then as he kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth to coax more hungry moans from me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy prince, my prince,\u201d he said, his voice soothing in the dark, \u201cthere is no need for you to suffer so. I am here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSeroi.\u201d My voice was rough and dry. \u201cPlease. I need release.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, my prince. I know. You must have missed me to be in such a state.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was thrusting into his hand, which was wonderfully slick, his grip firm. \u201cWas this not your doing? Were you not… touching me magically?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhile you met with your father?\u201d He gave a scandalized hiss. \u201cNo, my prince. This magic is your own doing. This is your need calling to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I whimpered, needing to come more than ever and fearing now that I would not be able to, even with him stroking me as he was.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour magic runs deep, my prince,\u201d he crooned. \u201cYour needs, deeper. Else you would not have opened the door here for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh. I was the one who opened the door? Just by wishing? That didn\u2019t feel right but what did I know of magic? \u201cPlease, Seroi, I need to come. Please make me spill.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, my prince, I am surprised you have not yet. But perhaps all your body\u2019s cravings have not yet been met.\u201d He lay me back on his robe then, and knelt between my knees, licking the head of my cock and then suckling in earnest while his fingers scratched at my hole, stabbing me suddenly and prying me open. I cried out with the sharp pain but also the sudden rush of ecstasy as my orgasm broke loose. Release at last! He sucked up every drop with not a complaint about its flavor and I counted myself curious enough to pull him up to kiss me, his mouth on my mouth. But I tasted mostly the sweat from my own upper lip.<\/p>\n

When he pulled back it was to stroke my hair tenderly. \u201cI will teach you the proper way to ask for a kiss later,\u201d he murmured. \u201cFor now, it pleases me that you desired one. Expressing your desires is very important for you right now, my prince. You must not hide them from me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, my lord,\u201d I said, weak from the sudden release after being held on edge for so long.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are beautiful,\u201d he said, as he picked me up in his arms. I was surely too large for that, but he must have had some magical strength to carry me thus. He carried me through the passages and somewhere in the darkness I fell into a deep sleep.<\/p>\n

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Can’t wait a whole week for the next chapter? Skip ahead: download book one (chapters 1-56) for a mere 99 cents from Amazon<\/a> or from Circlet Press<\/a>!<\/i><\/p>\n

About the author:<\/strong> Cecilia Tan is the award-winning author of many erotic books and stories and the founder of Circlet Press.<\/p>\n

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