{"id":2803,"date":"2017-04-12T11:59:11","date_gmt":"2017-04-12T15:59:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2803"},"modified":"2017-04-12T11:59:11","modified_gmt":"2017-04-12T15:59:11","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-32","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2803","title":{"rendered":"The Prince&#8217;s Boy: Chapter 32"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to <em>The Prince&#8217;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<p><b>A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Thirty-Two: Jorin<\/b><\/p>\n<h1 class=\"p5\"><span class=\"t2 sgc-1\">32: Jorin<\/span><\/h1>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2078\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.ceciliatan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/jorin-theprincesboy.jpg\" alt=\"jorin-theprincesboy\" width=\"100\" height=\"100\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When next I woke, I found Kan lying next to me, propped up on one elbow, as if he had been watching me sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Much like Kenet used to. And will again! I told myself, but at that moment he felt very far away. And who knew if Seroi had somehow changed him by now?<\/p>\n<p>These thoughts must have shown on my face. Kan stroked my hair in sympathy. \u201cYou\u2019re not alone anymore,\u201d he said. \u201cYou\u2019re a Night Rider now.\u201d<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u201cKenet is alone,\u201d I said. \u201cHis only ally is his childhood guard, but even he cannot keep him safe from the Lord High Mage. I fear for him.\u201d Judging by the light coming through the tent\u2019s canvas, the sun would soon be rising. \u201cSeroi was training him for his coming of age ceremony. I fear he has dark designs on the prince.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Kan\u2019s eyebrows knitted. \u201cTell me what you know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I told him what I could. That Kenet was under some kind of magical compulsion not to tell anyone, but that he was able to confirm or deny my guesses. That I knew Seroi milked him and that after their practice, Kenet was&#8230; different. \u201cI think it was making him ill. His skin looked ashen and his milk&#8230;\u201d Could I say it?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you taste his milk, Jorin?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cAnd he mine. But we never&#8230; yesterday was my first time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo you said,\u201d Kan reminded me. \u201cWhat did his milk taste like?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNormally, sweet. But after he had been to see Seroi, bitter. Almost burnt.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Kan\u2019s expression darkened. \u201cAnd when was this coming of age ceremony to be?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMidsummer,\u201d I said. \u201cTell me what you know about it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Kan shook his head. \u201cFor me to tell you what I know about the Night Arts will take considerably longer than the time we have available,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs Kenet in danger?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, but you already knew that. And I do not know enough to do more than guess at exactly what Seroi had in mind. But even you, with what little you know of the Night Arts yourself now, can make a guess.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday six Night Riders had planted their seed in me. I was bound to them now. \u201cHe means to bind the prince to him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI believe so, yes. By being the first to plant his flag in fertile ground, so to speak, Seroi can make a claim that subsequent invaders cannot.\u201d He shook his head. \u201cI want to stop it happening as much as you do. With Kenet in his control, Seroi would be even more of a force to reckon with than he is now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe already has the king wrapped around his finger,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>But Kan shook his head. \u201cBut he does not control him the way he would if Kenet were bound to him with Night Magic. He manipulates Korl the King other ways, the usual ways, with fearmongering and deceit and flattery and shows of might at the proper times.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I looked up at him. \u201cKan.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Weltskin?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoes the first&#8230; always have&#8230;\u201d What were the words I was searching for? My voice shook a little. \u201cCan you&#8230; control me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>His face softened. \u201cAh, I see what you are thinking.\u201d He ran his thumb gently over my lips. \u201cThe first&#8230; always has a special bond, yes. But no, Weltskin, I cannot control you. Not with magic, anyway.\u201d He leaned down and kissed me and I felt a warmth and tenderness I had never felt before, except with Kenet. But this was different, too. \u201cI didn\u2019t intend to be the first,\u201d he reminded me. \u201cI thought you\u2019d bond like a brother to Pietri and be good for each other&#8230; Ah, damn, I wasn\u2019t supposed to tell you who it was. Oh, you\u2019d have figured it out soon enough, I\u2019m sure. After he got overeager, though, I thought it best to do it myself, rather than it be one of the men who were less charitably inclined toward you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut if they don\u2019t control me&#8230;?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJorin,\u201d he said. \u201cForgive me if I\u2019m wrong, but I was under the impression you found me likable.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI do,\u201d I admitted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd I thought you\u2019d prefer to be more strongly bonded with someone you liked.\u201d He slipped his breeches down to his knees and revealed a ruddy erection, curved back toward his belly, his balls dusted with light-colored hair.<\/p>\n<p>I did not hesitate to slip my hand around it. \u201cAll well and good,\u201d I said. \u201cBut don\u2019t tell me it was all altruism.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have no reason to lie to you,\u201d he said, thrusting into my hand. \u201cI wanted you for a lover. It seemed likely I would have you anyway, regardless who went first, but I cannot deny being your first&#8230; makes me hard every time I think of it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As he said it and I felt the hard flesh in my hand twitch, I felt an answering tug inside me. Magic? Or just arousal? I needed to know who was in control, though. \u201cAnd are we lovers now, Kan?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you agree to it and only if you agree to it,\u201d he said, face sober despite my stroking him. \u201cWillingly. And not just willingly, but wholeheartedly.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I slid his breeches off him completely and then straddled him, so that our cocks touched. \u201cI will willingly be your lover, Kan,\u201d I said. \u201cBut you cannot have my whole heart. Kenet has that.\u201d I found my fists balled with determination. \u201cI&#8230; I <i>will<\/i> be Kenet\u2019s first. Not Seroi. I must.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He just nodded. \u201cI figured as much. Very well, Jorin Weltskin. Your heart belongs to another, but at this moment, your body is yearning for no one other than me. I would gladly satisfy that need.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re my lover now,\u201d I said, rolling onto my back and pulling him with me like a wrestling partner. \u201cIt\u2019s your responsibility to do so.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIndeed, I agree,\u201d he said, reaching for something I could not see. He slipped a hand between us then, between my legs, and the grease felt cool on my hole. \u201cYou\u2019re a bit inflamed from yesterday&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWill it hurt again?\u201d I could not help but ask, even as the desire to have him in me flared inside me.<\/p>\n<p>He kissed me before answering. \u201cNo, not like that again, and I apologize for that. If the circumstances had been different, I might\u2019ve prepared you longer, perhaps lessening the pain. Today, I imagine it\u2019s mostly just that you\u2019re sore from all the penetration.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The grease he used felt as if it cooled the sore flesh, though, and by the time he pressed his cock inward, the only thing I felt was desire. I groaned deeply as he filled me, pulling him in close. His mouth went to my neck, drawing another groan out as he suckled while he pushed into me. He took his time, moving more slowly than any of them had the day before.<\/p>\n<p>It felt good. Lightning strike me if I lie; I felt a desire like none I had known before, and it was to take him deeper and deeper. I made sounds I had never before made.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs this&#8230; is this what it feels like for a maid?\u201d I asked as he settled into a steady rhythm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve never been a maid,\u201d he said, \u201cso I couldn\u2019t say. The maids tell me it feels very, very good, though.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cYes, yes it does.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou come first this time.\u201d He stroked me until I spilled, then followed me a few seconds later, fucking me so hard the sound of our bodies slapping together might have easily woken the others. No one complained however, and within moments I felt myself drifting back to sleep, Kan still buried deep inside me.<\/p>\n<p>* * *<\/p>\n<p><i>Impatient to find out the fate of Kenet and Jorin? 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