Sweet dreams

Night. Gone was the sweltering heat of the burning sun, and in its place there was an almost serene calmness, a cool and gentle breeze gently blowing and causing one's hairs to stand upon end. It was not a bitter cold, instead serving to wake one up should they find themselves wandering aimlessly, pondering plans likely of little significance. This was the face for one particularly pale prince, an ivory white boy whom stood at the opening in his luxurious palace, stone warmed through complicated contractions contrasting deeply with the gentle kiss of the cold air. This short little beauty held his robe somewhat half opened, seeming more like a dressing gown than something a monarch might wear. Seeing as it was the dead of night, this almost certainly was the case, the boy named Shin'ade Orthamorug found himself gazing up to the stars, wondering.

The boy found himself wondering; thoughts of his people, his home, thoughts of how much people seemed to love him — and for all the wrong reasons. It made him uncomfortable, such thoughts combining with the cool wind to cause a precious soft face to contort with a doubt that made him wonder about himself. Was Shin'ade only really worth mentioning because of his beautiful body? A peculiar conundrum, but nowhere near as peculiar as the thoughts that came after it. His grimace turning into a grin, as he mulled over quite a unique idea.

His body gave him power, in a way. Shin'ade Orthamorug could sway the minds of those with weaker wills, and he figured that many people back home most likely had uncomfortable dreams, fighting with their desire for his beautiful body. Could Shin'ade influence this, perhaps? He thought he could, and should there be a spirit of such dreams, perhaps he could fuel it by giving people more and more of those bizarre dreams which awakened a lust they did not understand.

This was why Shin'ade found himself turning away from the view, moving back into his luxuriously purple room as he brought himself straight towards his closet. The womanly shape of his figure was silhouetted by a dim oil lamp, the boy almost certainly looking like a girl as his upper half reached into the closet to fumble about. Robes, robes, robes; the majority of Shin'ade's clothing was loose fitting, attempts to hide his figure explained by him being used to 'tropical heat'. The truth was that he was an outlier back in the moist land of Orhime, too. People within the hot continent finding themselves to prefer wearing little, when they could. Less clothes meant they could lose heat faster, and Shin'ade dressed himself up in modest clothes in a way to hide his shame. It never worked, when he was out in public. But now he was alone? Well, Shin'ade decided that maybe he should have some fun.

This explained why Shin'ade pulled something out that was very unlike him. To call it clothing to be worn out and about was a severe mistake, because in truth it was much more something that a woman would wear for her husband, on a very special night. Black cloth, woven with such precision that even the material itself seemed to have intricate patterns, lace flowers written upon various pieces of clothing which came together to be an outfit. There were black socks, thin and netted which reached up to the boy's thighs — and these were in turn supported by a belt which seemed to wrap around his waist.

Upon Shin'ade's chest was a little strap placed, delicate shapes of wyrms and dragons running along a little strip of cloth which seemed to accent his boyish breasts, more than attempt to hide them as his bandages did. “Heh, a little chilly.” Shin'ade spoke to himself, a finger rising up and gently prodding at his black nipples, erect nubs poking through holes in the cloth and making for perfect targets as Shin'ade gave himself a little pinch. It was quite fun, playing with his sensitive chest, the boy tugging and gently tweaking on his nipples before letting them go. He didn't want to get too distracted yet, he wasn't ready!

Finally, Shin'ade bend himself down, delicately moving his legs so that he could pull up a simple black thong, little patterns gracing it was it covered his crotch. With how little cloth there was, it would be an easy deduction to realise that this was not going to be on, for very long. Or it was going to get messy, one way or another. The fabric certainly did not cover his behind, the light from a pale moon casting his metaphorical pale moon with a subtle light, accenting its bubbly shape as Shin'ade's robe was little more than a pile upon the floor. He was more or less ready, and he could grab the rest of his materials on the fly; the monarch of Suderland deciding that his plan would suffice, for now.

This was why Shin'ade strutted to a mirror, examining his body as he wore this obscenely skimpy material on his body, fabric sinking into his pale flesh and accenting his womanly features to make him seem more like a girl with a penis, than a boy in any regular expression of the word. “Damnable peasants. Even the nobles of Orhime are but peasants to the dragon blooded!” Shin'ade spoke, a rare confidence echoing in his voice as he admired his feminine grace. “This is the sort of equipment you peasants wish for me to wear, is it not? A skimpy, slutty lace outfit which does not even hide my crotch!” Shin'ade added, his posture changing as he reached to grab at his black bulge, shifting it around with a little evil cackle. God, this was hot, Shin'ade realised to himself; his heart starting to race as he felt his crotch slowly begin to swell.

“But this is what you peasants want, is it not? Images of a boy king dressed as a woman, flaunting himself off so that you can beat off in the night imagining you taking him like a shrine maiden.” Shin'ade spoke to the mirror again, one hand moving up to tug at his black nipples again whilst he continued to palm and fondle his crotch. “Perverts, the lot of you.” Shin'ade stopped, his face contorting a little before the boy burst out into giggles. “Hah! I bet they'd love this!” Shin'ade laughed to himself, turning around and looking at his fat behind, round cheeks wobbling as he swayed his rump from side to side in a taunting fashion. “By the spirits, I have seen women with rumps less perfect than this.” Shin'ade spoke, letting out a little sigh as the hand that grabbed his crotch transitioned to grab at his rear, fingers sinking into soft pillow-like meat as Shin'ade continued to pinch his nipple. “Ahh~ They'd want nothing more than to take me like a girl.” Shin'ade mentioned, hand upon rump soon changing to hand upon thong, pulling it out of the way as he exposed his anus.

It was small and tight, a black wrinkled star which was situated ideally between two bubbly mounds of perfection, a pristine hole which soon began to throb and wink as Shin'ade started to control his sphincter. “Oh I bet they'd want to call this a pussy, too.” Shin'ade spoke, before his voice rose a few octaves in pitch as he did his best to imitate a girl. “But you can't! I poop from here!” The monarch let out a harsh laugh, his teeth slightly bared as his tone returned to normal. “Oh how they wish they could take me like a girl.” Shin'ade closed his cheek, strutting away like he was on a catwalk as he reached for a royal sceptre.

This royal sceptre was merely a replicate, as the true one was hidden away deep within the catacombs of Orhime, for truly special occasions. Yet, it seemed to fulfil the purpose well enough. A long silver rod which had upon it several beautiful gems, sapphires of red, blue and green all smoothed down before being placed in ascending tiers, only to be topped off by a magnificent ring of purple sapphires, smoothed down and placed upon a slightly larger ball at the tip of the sceptre. Shin'ade grabbed this item by the thinner end, twirling it in his hand with surprising grace before pointing it at the mirror. “I am an Orthamorug! Devourer of dragons, conqueror of continents!” Shin'ade boasted to the mirror, twirling the sceptre again before rubbing it against his behind, showing it off to the mirror. “Today I'll be your little girl~!”

Shin'ade turned himself around again, dropping down onto the ground as he pulled out a metallic container, opening it up and letting a clear viscous slime drip down upon his fingers. It was enough to coat one finger, just about; this was all that Shin'ade needed however, for his intention was to start small. Once Shin'ade's finger was well lubricated up, the boy rest his back upon the bed, posing himself so he could look in the mirror as he pulled his thong away. “Oh you like this, huh?” Shin'ade asked himself in the mirror, exposing his twitching hole before his lubricated finger went and prodded at it. Shin'ade shivered, his cock starting to poke out of his underwear as he started to teasingly rub his hole. “Oh, this is just obscene! Prodding against me and taunting me so? Disgusting.” Shin'ade commanded himself, the boy obliging as he slid a finger into his ass. “Ooof.” Shin'ade grunted, the black head of his pale prick throbbing and oozing some precum as he felt the slimy finger descend into his rear.

Shin'ade's anus was hot and tight, to put it very simple; the hole capable of clamping down on his finger and giving it a seductive squeeze as Shin'ade started to slowly finger himself. “Ehehe, this is goooood.” Shin'ade groaned, his toes curling as his free hand started to wrap around his pantie-covered prick, foreskin pulled back and forth as he slowly started to jack himself off. With how the boy's petite prick had procured precum onto his hand, the motion of his soft palms caused an obscenely slick sound, the sound of him smearing his ooze all around his cock and causing it to shine as he continued to prod away at his prostate. “You thought I'd not touch myself as you took me? You are not worth of that.” Shin'ade spoke, letting out a little whimper as  he slid another finger into his rear with a sloppy 'splooortch'.

Shin'ade was quite intend to use two fingers for a while, stretching himself out and tickling his prostate as he continued to rub and palm away at his penis, the boy watching himself become drenched with sweat as his fingers started to stretch his hole open. By the time Shin'ade pulled it out, it wasn't looking so dainty; ooze drooling from a slightly agape hole as it winked once more, tiny smacks coming from his black depths as the hole briefly gaped, before clenching tight again. “I think I am ready now...” Shin'ade spoke to himself, yet not reaching for whatever he was meant to be grabbing! Instead, Shin'ade brought his lube covered fingers to his mouth, pumping his fingers into his own plump lips as he cleaned the fingers from his own juices. “Mmm.” Shin'ade grunted, pulling out with a clear 'pop!' before he reached for the sceptre.

The sceptre was quite thick, but Shin'ade didn't seem all that afraid of it! Perhaps he had one too many romps with the item before, his tongue trailing over it and covering it in saliva as he spoke. “Mmm, I like this one.” He commented, laughing to himself before pulling away, letting the slime from his container drizzle all over the metallic sceptre, hiding the shine behind a thick layer of juice which oozed down and stained Shin'ade's perfectly dainty hands.

“Be gentle~!” Shin'ade teased himself, bringing the cool sceptre down to his stretched anus, rubbing the smooth gems against his outer wrinkles as he felt the cold rushing from his body. This was enough to cause the boy to clamp down on the rod, his toes curling as a little squeak escaped from his lips. “Hnn! Heavens above.” Shinade whimpered to himself, grinding the sceptre against his sensitive butthole before he felt ready to push it in.

His asshole had only been stretched by two fingers so — even as open as it was — the sensation of a thick ball of metal starting to stretch it out felt almost like a glacier, Shin'ade's face starting to strain and whimpers escaping from his lips as the entrenching icy metal stretched Shin'ade's anus wider and wider. Shin'ade's asshole looked almost akin to a cock-sucking pair of lips, his sphincter wrapping around the metal rod and sucking it in with a satisfying sounding squelch.

Shin'ade's entire body trembled as the thickest part of the sceptre slid in, a strand of pre-ejculate spurting right onto the boy's soft chest from the result of the crushing pressure on his prostate. This caused the monarch to flinch, his eyes clamping tight as though he expected to cum on his own face, his face unscrewing only when he figured this was not the case. That insertion almost made him properly orgasm, in fact! His face looking a little bit love-drunk as his body teetered the line of release in such an obscene manner, a metaphor resembling his own body as the boy wriggled around with the thick ball of cool metal inside his ass.

It took a little while for Shin'ade to cool down from the crushing sensation stretching his rear, but after several pants the boy looked ready, one hand moving to pat his slightly bulging stomach as the other reached for the handle. “On a second thought. I do think I might try this without touching myself.” He commented, his voice woozy and filled with lust as he began to push the sceptre deeper and deeper inside.

Shin'ade managed to push the large object several inches on, stopping only when the pleasure started to melt into pain as the sceptre reached for his deeper, untouched regions of his insides, the boy grunting and starting to pull the sceptre back so that he could feel the stimulation once again. “That's it. Nice and slow.” The boy taunted himself in the mirror, watching as he tugged on the sceptre until part of it was visible inside, Shin'ade's anus puffing slightly as it looked like the boy was laying an egg. “Don't want to end this so soon, do we?” Shin'ade asked, pushing the sceptre in again until he felt much more accustomed to the object inside. This way, the boy could start to speed up!

Shin'ade's face started to scrunch up again, the boy letting out a sultry squeak as he trembled in pleasure. This was good, too good! Every lump and bump on his royal sceptre stretched his anus in unique directions and this gave him a pleasure he absolutely adored. More bumps, more speed. Harder, faster. The boy started to rotate the sceptre, bumping into new places as he pumped the sceptre in and out, with much more force and speed in each thrust. It almost looked like something was inside him, writhing and wriggling as his stomach bulged from such an obscene insertion, his anus squelching in a manner which resembled the boy playing in mud. Not the best metaphor? Perhaps, but it is a sufficient way to describe the 'slrp sqwch slurp plurp' noises which rung out of his hole each time he fucked it in, and out.

“Ohh. I think I'm going to cum. You want me to, huh? You want to watch me spurt before filling me up? I knew you love me more than you could ever love a girl, you giant homos.” The boy taunted himself, his legs shifting upwards and his toes curling as he prepared for the final release. It was close, oh so very close and he knew it'd take a few more before his temple erupted in obscenity. The noises of his anus were starting to sound much more greedy, the boy managing to even get to the point where he could pull the sceptre out with a loud 'PLOP!' Exposing just how widely gaping his slimy love tunnel was, before shoving the sceptre back in with a sloppy sounding 'SLORP!'

Several more of those plops and slorps came out, before the boy suddenly started pushing the sceptre up with both hands, using all the bumps and nubs to tease his prostate to the absolute before he finally jumped over the edge. The descent was deep and messy, quivery walls and slimy depths resembling the state of his anus as the boy climaxed, the pleasure washing over his body as he trembled. “Cumming, cumming! Hnnngh!” Shin'ade groaned out, his lips and eyes wide as he started to erupt.

Strand after strand of hot sticky cum erupted from the boy was he was overcome by the sensation, painting himself white as each shot seemed to stain his ivory skin, in addition to his ebony clothing. One part even managed to get on his face, causing the boy to wince again as he finally managed to get that release he so desperately craved. A truly monumental affair, one which cause the boy's entire body to ache as he finally managed to pull the sceptre out. “Do you like what you are seeing, peasants? I do.”

Shin'ade's asshole was a sight for sore. … It just looked sore, alright? An inches wide gaping tunnel, his once wrinkly pucker wide and puffy like a slack pair of lips as it was simply stretched too wide to close, for the time being. This meant there was no attempt by his anus to even restrict the flow of lubricant which started to drool out, staining the floor before his insides convulsed, sucking the stream back in with a sloppy gasp before suddenly clenching, squirting the lubricant out far enough to almost hit the mirror.

With the monarch's current ass obliterated state, it was no wonder that he only just about lay onto his side, panting and huffing as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was beautiful, truly. Beautiful and obscenely sexy with the state he was in, his ass stretched and his body covered with semen like some delightful little whore. “Oh, they love me. I hope they have sweet dreams~!” Shin'ade finally managed to say, letting out a yawn before resting himself on the stone of his castle. Sweet dreams indeed, although the boy was likely to be walking funny in the morning.