Cupid's Arrival

Cupid's Arrival

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As with any newcomer that the young prince allowed to stay at the Halidom, Cupid’s arrival brought its share of benefits and detriments.  Granted, Euden knew that overall, having a new and quite powerful dragon ally, plus one so amicable and mood-brightening as Cupid, was more than enough to outweigh everything else…  But the sudden influx of odd, love-related situations had put quite a bit of extra stress on the prince’s schedule.  If Ranzal wasn’t out on another dinner date with the fourth local barmaid of the month, Luca had snuck out to chase after a fifth.  Cleo seemed to be distracted by her paintings of Alberius enough to forget about dinner twice this week alone, and Euden didn’t even want to think about where Malora may have been.  Cupid had said it was just a side-effect of his presence; one that the castle’s residents would naturally come to ignore given some time, and he had apologized for any trouble…  Of course Euden had easily forgiven him, but all the same, his willpower was beginning to wear thin.

His thoughts, and stress, about the current mess tumbled around in his head.  The boy had kept his upbeat, caring attitude intact as he always did; he wouldn’t let his subjects down, and he was a wonderful leader, thanks to his years of dedication to his royal education.  After all, even the last-in-line would be prepared to rule.  Emile was the accidental exception, as he hadn’t exactly dedicated himself to, well, anything besides himself.  Euden grimaced and shook the thought away, as the last thing he wanted to think about now was his siblings; years of immense pressure, sneers, painful sparring, petty tricks…  Which of the former merely depended on the sibling in question, apart from Zethia of course, but now she was gone.

He always hoped he was acting compassionately, in a way she would have approved of.  He hoped that, if he treated anyone who seemed decent well enough, that he’d be able to have something stronger than what he’d had with his older siblings.  Despite what some might have said about his standards for new castle-occupants, he wanted to show that he could accept everyone.  He was different from the other heirs, he could win over anyone, thief, narcissist, prostitute… As long as they had good in them, he’d be their leader and friend.  With so much crushing pressure in his past, seeing the companions he took in look at him with praise and trust in their eyes made the prince feel good.  Even if it had taken him years to just become noticed, let alone ‘good enough’, for his elder siblings…  He had been pleasing his friends as a leader now.  He just wanted to please, that’s all.  And doing so felt just-…

Euden sharply nodded his head, and crossed off ‘helping Elly train the new recruits in Ranzal’s place’ on the piece of parchment in front of him; digging the ink-dipped feather in hard enough to scrape some long-lingering family stress away with the readability of the letters.  Then, the young prince set off with his slightly tight-wound expression relaxing back into his usual gentle face.  Despite all the extra work, lack of sleep, and admittedly, some issues with ‘alone time’ that Euden knew must have been accidentally due to Cupid, his hectic day-to-day seemed to finally be getting a brief hint of normalcy.  The prince was heading out to the castle gardens to chat with Lowen, a semi-frequent pastime that the younger boy had expressed an interest in, and one which Euden found very fun and relaxing.  However, the sudden wave of heat that flared through his body before he made it to the heavy back door was anything but that.

It wasn’t as if the boy couldn’t ignore it; thankfully Cupid’s aura, or whatever it was, wasn’t ‘that’ strong.  Still, Euden had already been forced through plenty of the same since he had become pact bound with the love-dragon, and with no choice other than continuing the increased workload he had to do.  The prince grit his teeth; regardless of his own feelings, he wasn’t about to leave Lowen in the dust just to get himself off.  He would never do that to someone he’d offered to spend time with, let alone one of his castle’s occupants.  Euden braced himself against the stone wall to take a few deep breaths, while inwardly promising himself that he’d never make any of his friend’s displeased.  He lived to please…  The prince gulped, his head spinning a little.  He just wanted to please the people he liked.  It felt so good to please them too.  God, he wished he could just offer up himself to some of them…  Maybe Ranzal, or Xainfried, or Karina’s whole crew…  The boy’s hand seemed to have latched onto the crotch of his black silk leggings without him noticing, groping the material even as the prince breathed heavily through his nose; pursed lips shut tight to prevent any weak noises from seeping out, as if he was subconsciously still trying to sound like a strong leader, or sound anything but as submissive as he felt.

Euden had developed these particular feelings rather early on; after a day of less-than-amazing training and studying, filled with teachers, soldiers, and siblings alike staring him down with nothing but disapproval.  During a silent self-pleasuring session in the middle of that night…  the split second he’d imagined the blissful faces of any number of men ‘using him’…  Prince Euden, able to put ‘that’ expression on them, when he could barely even get a smile out of his older siblings…  His body quite literally making them all feel amazing…  Undeniably doing a perfect job of pleasing every one of them…  He’d gotten addicted on the spot.

Euden knew it was undeniably slutty.  He knew he could never act like that.  And he knew he had to shelve his submissive nature in favor of becoming a truly great leader.  He DID shelve it, every day, without fail.  But that didn’t stop him from enjoying his own imagination during the night, or afternoon, in this particular case.  The light, Cupid-induced haze that had settled over the Halidom had made things far more difficult for the poor boy than his busy schedule indicated, soaking his mind in thoughts of grinning mobs, groping hands, and something hot and hard deep inside his aching backside.  Euden absentmindedly wondered how much he could even take…  Hell, maybe one of the younger boys to start…  Hope, Ricardt…  How big would Lo-?

The prince wrenched his hand away from his groin, hissing away a pant from between his clenched teeth, and vigorously shaking his head to clear away the haze.  He couldn’t have gotten…  distracted for more than a minute or so, and he had an appointment to keep.  Euden inwardly chided himself for daring to let himself sink that low as he pushed his way out into the afternoon air, running his hands through his hair and hoping he didn’t look too disheveled or sweaty as he scanned the garden for a hint of fluffy, light green against the darker leaves.

“Euden!”  Before the prince could spot him, the younger boy barreled into his side, arms flung around his hips in a laughter-filled hug.  “Yay!  I’m so happy we get to hang out again after all this time!  I mean, I guess it’s only been a week or two, but there’s so much I want to tell you!”  An adorable grin split across Lowen’s happy face, and Euden returned the gesture as they moved to a wooden bench in a part of the garden shaded from the sun by the castle’s towering stony wall.

Lowen chirped about all sorts of things to the prince; he’d been having quite a busy couple weeks of his own.  On one hand, the sudden pell-mell nature of the castle’s normal order had a lot of people depending on him more frequently, and at the same time, he’d been feeling rather energized and boisterous of late as well.  As such, the little boy was finally feeling like he was making strides forward on his own, but on the other hand…  A lot of women in the castle seemed to be fawning over him more frequently, and even Louise’s smothering nature had popped up again a few times.  He didn’t mind it terribly, but it was a sour note all the same.  The boy knew about the temporary effects of Cupid (as did everyone else in the castle), and simply attributed it to that, knowing it would probably eventually simmer down.

Lowen told Euden about every single bit of it, only leaving out the one time when Louise almost barged into his room when he was busy with certain ‘personal’ activities, and he delighted upon seeing his own happiness reflected in the other’s expressions.  The boy really looked up to Euden; the prince had acknowledged his desire to be a good adult, helped him get stronger, trained with him one-on-one, and he’d even helped him find the bathroom when he was lost that one time…  Not only that, but they got to have these fun conversations every once in a while too.  Lowen loved how they usually seemed to make the prince relax and enjoy himself; it wasn’t much, but it was his own special way of easing the weight of the other’s heavy responsibilities, and that alone had Lowen on cloud nine.

However, in this particular instance, Euden looked sort of tense and uncomfortable.  The young mage furrowed his brow worriedly, and tapped the prince on the shoulder.  “Euden?  Are you okay?  You look a bit worn down…  Is it too hot out here?”

Quick as a flash, Euden had his usual calm little smile back in place, and was scratching the back of his head sheepishly.  “No, I’m completely fine, Lowen.  You definitely don’t need to worry about me.”

The green-haired boy’s small pout indicated that he was definitely not convinced.  “Are you sure?  You sound a little like I used to when I didn’t want Louise to figure out I was sick and keep me home…”

The prince hastily nodded, but when Lowen’s pout remained in place, he pushed out a few more details.  “I’m not sick, I promise.  …My schedule has been pretty filled to the brim, though.  I’m probably just a tiny bit stressed out from that.  But it’s nothing I can’t handle; it’s not as if there’s an army of Fiends storming the castle.  Just a little stress.”

Lowen’s suddenly much wider, and much more excited leaf-green eyes were already making Euden lift his hands to protest against any more worry from the younger boy, but Lowen’s light voice rang out before he could.  “I can help!  If you’re stressed out or tired!”  The little mage drew a bit closer to the prince, pure eagerness shining out from his expression.  “Louise has taken care of me enough to make me an expert on it five times over!  I really want to be able to help everyone as much as any of the adults can, as soon as possible…  So if you need anything, would you let me help, please?”  Euden’s mouth opened, and two things happened at once.  Another dense wave of Cupid’s heat rushed over the two boys, and Lowen’s gentle, yet excited voice hit the young prince’s ears, “I could be like your new big brother, Euden!”

The soft tinge of pink across Lowen’s cheeks was nothing compared to the sudden flush of bright red that coated Euden’s face and ears.  What Lowen had said ran on repeat through his head, and for some reason he just couldn’t keep a small, nervous stutter out of his voice, “I-I’m fine, really, Lowen…  I promise…  I, er, really am telling the truth…”

But the younger boy was having none of it; the blush on Euden’s face had cemented his curiosity, as well as his desire to help, and he made it very clear.  “Euden, you just went all red!  Are you really feeling okay?  Wait…  Was it what I said…?”  Lowen’s lips parted in a small ‘o’ of potential understanding, and suddenly he was leaning in far too close for Euden’s comfort with another inquisitive smile.  “Did you blush because I said I could be like a big brother for you…?”  The light emerald eyes shined with pure curiosity, even against the pink of the boy’s cheeks, and Euden felt his heart rate triple as he watched them move lower down his body, much lower.  The satin of the prince’s leggings was pushed out, stretched tight around what looked to be at least six-and-a-half, maybe closer to seven, inches of rock-hard arousal.  “W-Woah…”  Lowen coughed lightly, the color on his cheeks getting a bit bolder, “Was that…  stressing you out too?”

Euden was standing in an instant, ears glowing red as hasty, barely-thought-through apologies and excuses tumbled out of his mouth in as much of a calm and considerate tone as he could manage.  “Don’t worry about it Lowen, really.  It’s nothing I can’t handle.  And anyway, it’d be rude of me to ask you for help anyway!  Y-you’re still young, you probably don’t know much ab-.”  The words caught in his throat as he saw the other boy’s pout resurface, and the sudden look of pure determination in the eyes above said pout made Euden blatantly aware of just how much he’d negated any possible escape.

Despite the undercurrent of embarrassment, Lowen’s high voice was threaded with confidence and mild irritation, “I-I do too know about that stuff!  I’d never tell Louise, or even Garuda, but I figured out how to, well, p-play with mine…  a couple years ago…  And then I read some books about stuff like that in the village library when no one was looking…  So, stop treating me like a total kid, and let me help you for once!”

Before the young prince could say anything, Lowen’s arms were squeezing around his waist again; his thin, childish waist arching forwards into the other’s body, and the green-haired boy did not look displeased that Euden’s hardness was pressing against his stomach as a result.  The prince didn’t know what to do, he felt completely lost.  Anything he did seemed like it led into rejecting Lowen, or giving in to something he’d been proud to stave off for years…  Was the latter really that bad?  Could he dare to even consider giving in, even if only for a little bit?  Lowen’s voice hit his ears again; a dangerous cocktail of pouty, worried, and oh-so-curious, “Don’t you wanna be my little brother?  It seemed like you d-!”

“Yeah…”  Lowen’s head raised from the prince’s chest to look at Euden’s face, and found the royal looking utterly… messy.  Confused, nervous, aroused, stressed, needy…  It was all there.  As much as Lowen wanted to put a happier expression back on the prince’s face, he had to admit to himself that he almost felt excited about being one of the few people, maybe even the very first person, to see Euden like that.  He stashed away the slight guilt that came alongside it, and gave a happy smile, reaching his hand up and patting the prince’s blonde head of hair in the same way Louise used to when he had been troubled, just to test the waters.

Euden stiffened up for a second, but then seemed to almost languidly melt into the touch, even going so far as to push his head up against Lowen’s hand, before catching himself and freezing in place again.  “A-Are you sure?”

By this point, Lowen had definitely progressed from a spattering of pink to a thoroughly red flush, but he nodded all the same, his smile never leaving his face.  “You’re stressed and…  ‘pent up’, and you were gonna try to deal with it all by yourself, right?  But now I can help?  Then yeah, I’m definitely sure!”  With eager curiosity burning up his embarrassment and fueling his actions all at the same time, Lowen’s hands slid lower down Euden’s body, one moving to the front, and one staying in back.  He had to pause for a moment to make sure his voice would still come out steady and sweet-hearted.  “Just let big-brother Lowen take care of everything for his little brother.”  The younger boy squeezed his palm around one of Euden’s round, firm cheeks, and pressed his other hand harshly up against the hardness in the front of the prince’s leggings.  Euden fucking mewled.

The noise that came from between the prince’s lips made Lowen’s head fill with a strange fog, one that fazed out everything in his head but his eagerness to help Euden, his own suddenly very apparent arousal, and his oddly intense curiosity towards what exactly he could do to make the prince feel the best.  His big sister had provided all the knowledge he needed about being a good caretaker, but in regards to what Euden’s heated body and needy erection wanted, the young boy knew he’d need to do a lot of his own detective work right here and now.

Lowen maneuvered the other boy back down against the seat of the bench, and then it took the little mage all of ten minutes to satiate the top-layer of his curiosity.  He had his happy, blushing face nestled in the crook of Euden’s neck, kissing without pause at the spot that made the prince whine the most, only pulling away when he wanted to say something right against Euden’s ear, his light voice saturated with his own childish excitement.  That one had been easy; Euden’s entire body seemed to shake lightly when Lowen was as close as he could get, and after the green-haired boy had confirmed that it was a ‘good’ type of shaking, he’d made sure to brush his lips against the other’s ear whenever he said or asked something new.

He felt Euden’s soft inner thighs clenching together around the base of his hand whenever the young boy’s fingers and palm hit just the right spot, and after a few minutes, Lowen wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep his pants on before his own erection became uncomfortably tight inside his underwear.  His eyes were drawn back to the prince’s crotch, away from his increasingly lewd expression.  He didn’t think that Euden had orgasmed yet, but his hand was slightly sticky with precum, and the stain on Euden’s already dark leggings was obscene to say the lease.  The smaller boy’s head was practically bursting with further questions, nearly all of them lewd, and ever wanting to learn even more, Lowen slipped another one of them into the prince’s ear, “Do you want me to suck on it?”

It became very obvious, very quickly, to Euden that taking the plunge into this situation was absolutely not reversible.  God forbid he give up on leading his kingdom, that wasn’t what he meant at all.  He just knew that he’d ‘need’ this from this point on.  No more solitary nights with his teeth biting into a pillow, while three fingers worked their way into himself as deep as he could manage.  He couldn’t resist how purely, totally fucking ‘good’ it felt to let his long-time desires eat him alive.  And little Lowen of all people was the one fulfilling them…  He took a look down at the other boy’s face, and seeing Lowen’s friendly smile laced with an obvious desire to keep watching Euden’s hips jerk made the prince’s cheeks burn even harder, the extra taboo only making his head go white at the concept of Lowen using him.  Lowen calling him his ‘little brother’ was another gallon of gasoline on the fire.  The beaming, bliss-filled grin that Lowen gave him whenever he pulled back enough to look the prince in his ragged, panting face…  The way the younger boy was searching out his most sensitive spots in record speed…  The final, last barrier of restraint Euden had was fast approaching, and he knew it had already gone from steel-hard to parchment-thin many minutes prior.  “Do you want me to suck on it?” rang in the young royal’s head, and down went his final wall.  His voice was close to the barely-comprehensible moan of a Sylvan in deep heat, “N-No, I want to…  yours…”

A brief moment of nothing but the two boys’ panting hung in the air after Euden’s gasped response, and then Lowen pulled back with an eyebrow quizzically raised.  “You want to do mine?  You’re not trying to do everything yourself again, right?”  He said it jokingly, the boy’s cute high pitch slightly shaky from the sheer amount of lust.  “I’ll do my best to force you to let me take care of you if I have to at this point!  You really look like you need it…”

Euden’s dazed face twisted from side to side, already murmuring “No…” before the younger boy had finished.  “Th-That’s not…  I…”  The prince’s throat felt dry, but he was well past trying to hide what he wanted at this point, and started babbling in another moan-like tone.  “Ah damn, please L-Lowen…  I want… I’m all weird, not that I told anyone…  I…  It’s not really something I should say out loud…”

Lowen suddenly sat back, his ever-present warm smile still on his somewhat lusty face, his eyes shining with honesty regardless.  “You can tell me!  It made me feel crazy good when you let me, e-er, do all that to you just now.  So if telling me will help, just go for it!  Just pretend we’re chatting like normal, ya know?”

A small, squeaky noise came from the back of Euden’s throat.  Lowen had to have an idea about the ‘details’ of what the prince wanted by now, but he was still smiling, still as cheery as ever, still rubbing the prince’s sweet spot right on the underside of his throbbing dick, grinding the stretchy fabric against his cock with the most addictive friction.  In the face of Lowen’s pure, accepting smile, a strange mixture of security and sexual greed unhinged Euden’s jaw, and the prince’s voice was laced with a submissive salaciousness.  “…Making guys feel good, just with my body.  I almost never stop thinking about it.  I just want to let them do anything to me.  Whenever we go to a busy tavern…  Or a new village…  Hell, Ranzal told me he thought of himself as my big brother once,” Lowen’s eyes got brighter as Euden’s voice became punctuated with gasps and half-whines between every word, “and my brain even went for that.  I keep it under control, but…  I always lose it to thoughts of all those men filling m-, er, you know, when I’m alone before bed.  And now the whole Cupid thing made it even more difficult…  And you wound up getting caught up in it…”

Lowen’s breathing seemed to get more excited as he listened, and as he felt the prince’s erection suddenly thrash wildly against the silky material pressed against his fingers.  More words stampeded up Euden’s knotted throat and spilled from his mouth, and the prince felt like his lips might have been twitching into something of a small, lewd smile as he spoke; did it really feel that good to tell someone what he wanted?  “I’ve never even dared to think about saying something like that out loud…  L-Lowen, I want to feel yours in me, bad…  I can’t stop wanting guys to f-, u-use me until they can’t go another round…  I’m a prince, you know?  Obviously I can’t actually let that happen…  I still can’t help wanting it, even though it’s… slutty…”  The green-haired mage felt like he might faint, but he willed himself to stay conscious as the words dripped out of Euden’s lips, with a hint of Lowen’s own excitement reflected in them.  “Will you help me out?”

Lowen didn’t even have time to be stunned; his young mind was on fire with the obscene jewel of knowledge that he’d just learned.  He pulled Euden forwards, swallowing hard when the older boy compliantly followed his motions without a hint of resistance.  He was the very first one who Euden had ever told about this.  Granted, with how much it seemed like the prince’s unique secret had tormented the poor royal, Lowen almost hoped he could convince the prince to tell some others who he could trust as well…  But he could save the prince’s more ‘group-involved’ fantasies for another time.  Right now, he was the only one who could take care of Euden, and oh was he going to put all his effort into doing just that.  Lowen spoke with a bright grin and an short gasp of breath, “I don’t mind.  Some of the books I read had much weirder things in them.  Getting to know a pervy secret of yours just makes me feel happier!”

Before Euden had a chance to react beyond the shock of Lowen easily going with the flow of his desperately-kept secret, the smaller boy was clumsily pressing his lips against the young royal’s.  “Wow,” He mumbled, “So you’re really submissive, and, er, slutty…  Euden, it’s totally not fair that I never got to hear about this when we talked before…  Now I wanna know all the details…  You better tell me everything from now on, okay?  I wanna know exactly what you like the most.”  Lowen pulled away for a moment, his little pout back on his face, “And like I said already, stop treating me like a kid!  …I know what ‘fuck’ means, and hearing it won’t make my ears dirty.  Jeez…”  He crushed his mouth back against the prince’s, shoving his small tongue inside and nearly buzzing with satisfied glee when he realized Euden really was submissively letting him explore however he wanted.  It took a minute or so, but Lowen found out what worked the best, and after another short period of the curious, small boy tongue-fucking the prince’s mouth, he finally broke the kiss, both of them panting loudly.

Lowen wouldn’t let any hesitation on his part surface whatsoever.  He was not passing this chance up, he’d be able to act like a real adult, he’d get to help out one of his favorite people, and, there was no denying it, he wanted Euden badly.  “Take off your pants…  I’ll do mine, too.”

The prince’s hands were undoing his belt despite the nervous apprehension on his face, and the immediate obedience made Lowen’s heart flutter.  Euden whispered, “Right here?” and Lowen flashed him a cheeky grin.

“Most people are out in the town for the night, and the rest rarely come here anyway.  There’s pretty much absolutely no chance of us getting caught…  But I thought you might like the risk anyway…?”

The prince went as red as his waist-cloth fluttering to the floor with his discarded belt, and gave an embarrassed nod, his small grin of excitement slowly growing large enough to warrant biting his lip to hold it back, as Euden started to realize that his slutty fantasies felt three-times as good when they were real.

As Euden tugged off his ornate boots and peeled off his stained leggings to reveal his low-cut, tight linen underwear, Lowen hastily kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his one-piece.  The drawstring on the little mage-boy’s homemade silken briefs (courtesy of Louise’s seamstress-ing skills), was ignored, as was the one on Euden’s, in favor of yanking the undergarments to their ankles in one go.  The prince, already high off of both magical love-dragon aura and being naked in public, locked his eyes onto Lowen’s erection and swooned.  By no means was it disproportionate for someone his age, but with almost five inches of cute boy-cock between his soft little legs, Lowen seemed to be on the road to the upper-end of the size spectrum as an adult…  No wonder his usual shorts-legs were so baggy.

Euden felt his backside aching already, his toes curling from the feeling of his slutty eyes getting to freely ogle someone else’s dick for the first time, and he almost bit his lip hard enough to bleed when he realized that Lowen definitely wanted him in that state.  The younger boy’s eagerness to be depended on was a demon; Euden knew that the other was going to squeeze every last detail about what he liked from his body before the day was up, just to be able to let the prince rely on him, and at this point, Euden could only look forward to it, as even the faintest remnants of guilt were being burned from his mind.

By the time the prince shook himself out of another daze, Lowen had already drawn close, and had both of his small hands grasping Euden’s toned, but damn soft and pliable ass on either side.  “Just leave everything to me, okay?  I’ll do my best to give you everything you want!”  His fingers crept closer together, groping inward towards Euden’s twitching hole.

Before the younger boy could open his mouth again, the prince oozed out a groan, “U-Use my…  You can use my precum…”

Lowen sucked in a breath as he felt his legs tremble, “Aren’t you worried someone might hear you saying something like that?”  Euden’s sudden whimper in response to Lowen’s cheery teasing only made the younger boy plan to puzzle out more embarrassing questions for later.

The smaller boy’s curious eyes had already alighted on Euden’s erection, more awed than jealous as he sized up the boy’s full pair of heavy balls, and his rapidly leaking, almost-seven-inches of thick, hormone filled cock; it was just another reason to admire the prince, and another goal to reach as he got older.  The young royal was just as hairless as the little mage-boy, but Lowen thought that it suited Euden, wondering if he shaved or just hadn’t had any grow yet.

He left one hand to knead at the soft globes of Euden’s ass, and brought the other to slide down the prince’s member, peeling the foreskin back teasingly slow and already grinning as he memorized which spots made the most sticky, slimy liquid seep out of the tip.  Lowen was a fast learner.  Within minutes, he had his small, soft hand twisting over the engorged, slimy tip on every up-stroke, whining at the sight of Euden’s balls jerking up whenever he did, and he made sure to slow down his harsh pace whenever he spoke, never wanting to miss the prince’s reactions due to accidental overstimulation.  “That’s good…” earned him an extra harsh throb, “I’ll make it feel even better, promise…” got him a dirty moan, and when he felt really daring, “Even though we’re outside, you’re still this slutty, huh…  That’s called ‘exhibitionism’, I think…  Maybe you got me into that, too!” That had Euden looking down at Lowen’s well lubricated hand and begging in hushed whimpers.  “Please use your fingers, please…  Don’t worry about going slow, I play with my ass daily.  PLEASE, Lowen…”

The green-haired boy swayed on the soles of his feet, totally enamored and bubbly over his ability to make the prince act this way.  “Alright, but no more whispering…  We really won’t get caught, I told you.  So get on all fours and ask me again.”

The prince nearly tripped over his discarded clothes in his haste, and “Please fuck me!” exploded out of him before his knees even hit the ground.

Lowen crouched down, high off of the situation to the extent of looking like the cutest drunk on the planet, and used all his spare energy to keep his voice gentle and friendly, despite the obscene things he was saying with it.  “You wanted stuff like this for a long time, right?  How many guys do you imagine fucking you, normally?”

The younger boy’s lips started to pepper kisses up Euden’s smooth thighs, heading towards the athletic, shapely cheeks above them, while the prince threw caution to the wind and moaned in earnest.  Lowen still excitedly pressed the question whenever he could, “I wanna know everything about what you like…  So tell me how slutty you are, okay?  How many?  Thinking about it is making mine go crazy…  Tell me what you think about when you play with yours, please?”

The humiliation of his impending answer had Euden rutting against the air before he whined out, “Six or seven…!  U-Usually… sometimes it’s more if the tavern Ranzal and I went to was really crowded that night, or sometimes it’s just one or two, but I imagine them going at least four rounds each with my a-a-!”

He finished his answer with a loud scream of pleasure, as Lowen’s tongue shoved inside his ass.  As an obvious reward for answering his question, the mage-boy’s less sticky hand stroked across Euden’s stomach gently, after slipping underneath the other’s parted legs, and Lowen felt his own member eagerly dripping down into the grass as he dug his tongue across the prince’s pink, velvety hole.  The young mage curiously devoured the taste, finding that it was pure Euden multiplied ten times over…  The sweat didn’t bother him one bit either, if anything it only turned him on more.  The prince’s hole clenched around his twisting, pressing tongue; loose from endless nightly self-pleasure, but virginial enough to make Euden squeal with every lick.  The combination of innocent and slutty was not lost even on a sexual novice like Lowen, and it made his skin burn.

Upon finally, almost regretfully pulling back with a long lick over the prince’s taint, Lowen allowed himself a moment to blush in admiration of the spit-shined hole, then tugged at Euden’s shoulder, making the submissive boy flip onto his back just in time for one of Lowen’s slippery fingers to push inside the other boy.  It was soft, and seemed to suck greedily at the smaller boys’ finger; Lowen was all too happy to start pushing back and forth right away, especially after hearing the prince’s pleased reaction made his skin tingle.  Euden was steadily becoming a mess; nearly drooling, and already pushing back against just the one digit.  “Will you spread your legs wider, even though we’re out in public where anyone could see?”  Lowen slid in another finger easily, feeling like he was starting to get a good grasp on saying the right type of dirty things that Euden’s body wanted to hear.

He moved his free hand back from the young royal’s stomach, up to pet through his blonde hair, and Euden’s legs wrenched themselves apart as fast as they could.  “Good boy, Euden, I don’t even need to remember what was in those books to know that you look really slutty!  Huh, speaking of stuff I remember from the books…”  The young prince probably would have cum just from hearing the praise, if he wasn’t in pure need for more than just Lowen’s fingers.  He managed to weakly look up at Lowen, just in time to see the child give another happily satisfied smile, “Found it!”

The royal boy’s back arched off of the ground and he shrieked with pleasure; Lowen’s finger pressing in just the right spot to make his vision go white.  “P-Please!  Now!”

The green-haired boy was all too happy to comply, “Okay, Euden!  Sit in my lap and leave everything to me!”

A minute later, the prince was hovering above Lowen’s turgid, five-inch dick; cute, hairless, and pale-peach from his balls to his twitching, foreskin-shrouded tip.  His wrists were playfully tugged from behind him by the smaller boy, and his normally composed and dutiful face had melted into a cutely-twisted half-open grin of need.  “Please let me do it!  L-Lowen, I want it so bad…  I need something inside me, please!”

Lowen’s head swam with elation, and he finally tugged at Euden’s arms after getting another fill of staring at the other boy’s pert handful of ass.  No wonder the Fiends were always after him.  “Alright, fine…  But your begging is really cute!”

Euden hissed out moan after moan from between his teeth, “Th-Thank you, thank you so mu-HH!”  Lowen threw his arms around the other boy and yanked him down, right as he felt his cock get squeezed into warm, velvety tightness.  He huffed out the cutest high-pitched moans right into Euden’s ear, as his small hips started to jerk and thrust beyond his control.

Lowen’s fingers wrapped around the prince’s wildly spasming erection and PULLED, stroking hard and fast, knowing they both would not last long.  “It f-feels so good, Euden…!  Fucking you feels better than anything I ever did by m-myself…!  It feels good, right?”  Hearing the swear-word breathed into his ear by the sweet, adorable Lowen, of all people, made Euden see stars, and Lowen got a drooling moan of pleasure as a very satisfying answer to his question.  Even as the prince’s hips drove the smaller boy’s cock right up against his prostate, Lowen didn’t let up for a second.  “You’re the best…!  S-Someone could hear us if you keep being this loud, you know that, right?  C-Come on, Euden… I’m the only big brother you really need, right?  You’re gonna come to me when you need something, and depend on me, right?  Who are you gonna depend on when you want to be slutty, tell me, please?”

The young royal threw his head back and moaned, “Don’t c-care if I get caught…!  Y-You!  I’ll depend on you when I wanna act like a total s-HNF!”

Lowen gripped Euden’s cock, hard, holding back the prince’s orgasm for just a moment longer as another lust drunk smile appeared on his cute, immature face, “You’re the best, Euden…!”  He shoved his hips forwards and loosened his grip on the older boy’s dick, moaned into his ear, and-.

“H-Holy-!  S-Seriously?!”  Two pairs of green eyes snapped forwards, and found themselves being stared at by a young boy in the robes of a white priest, as well as an angelic humanoid dragon peeking out from behind the nearby wall.

Lowen was stunned for just one second, but once he registered the accidental onlookers as Hope and Cupid, the cogs in his mind only needed a moment before his cheeks flushed red, and he grunted against Euden’s ear in the cutest voice he could muster before white-hot pleasure burst from his hard-thrusting boy-cock, “Cum.”

Euden squealed out a drooling moan as his ass squeezed tighter than the most thoroughly manufactured onahole, his eyes rolling back into his skull as the slutty embarrassment, and sudden feeling of Lowen squirting warm, sticky cum deep inside him, forced his hairless balls to tug straight up, and push spurt after spurt after spurt of his own thick orgasmic bliss out of his throbbing cock.  He could have sworn that he heard Lowen murmuring happy, dirty things into his ear, “That’s good,” “Leave it to me,” “I like your ass way more than my hand,” and felt like he saw Hope move a bit too slowly to avoid a small sticky splash hitting his cheek.  He moaned even louder.

His vision went blurry as Lowen’s little fingers gripped harshly against his skin, forcing as much cum out of him as he could; burning pleasure coursing through both boys.  Euden nearly felt faint by the end, and as it was, felt his weakened upper body get caught by Lowen’s gentle hands before letting his gaze drop to the floor as the embarrassment set it further…  But to his surprise, the first things he heard were lightyears away from anything he might have expected.

“Wh-Why out in public, though?”

“We only planned on taking a quick look because I felt some-!  Huh?  But Hope, you and I were just-.”

“Ahh!  Cupid!  Quiet, now!  Don’t finish that sentence!”

“…Hey!  U-Um…  Do you two wanna join in?”

~~~

An hour or so earlier, Cupid, the angelic dragon who had been unintentionally causing the poor prince so much unease, had been chasing down a certain young priest.  “Hope!  Hooooooope!  Wait up!  I’m sorry if I surprised you!”  He’d popped up right behind the young boy after hearing Hope muttering to himself.  The priest had seemed to be deep in thought, and after turning his head, the boy had let out a rather girlish shriek due to seeing the large dragon’s wings masking most of his field of vision.  Hope had then stomped off, which led to Cupid following with cheerily yelled apologies.

“Hope, wait!  I just wanna talk!”

Amber eyes shot the dragon a mildly irritated glare from over the boy’s shoulder, “Find someone else, I’m busy!”

Cupid’s dual sets of wings flapped anxiously, propelling him up and over Hope before landing him right in front of the other.  “But I’m pretty sure there’s only about ten people who are even at the castle today, and you’re the only one I wound up finding!  I was bored, so I thought, maybe, you might wanna talk about love and stuff…?”  Cupid’s tail swished through the air behind him, the light-violet fluff mirroring the hair that fell partway over his wide eyes.  He joined his hands and brought his fingertips together to make a heart, smiling up from under his lashes at Hope.

The young priest-in-training exhaled a long sigh, then put his hands on his hips.  “I don’t think I’d be the best choice, I don’t know a ton about love or anything.”

Cupid hopped from foot to foot, hovering lightly in the air in-between each motion, “B-But you were just talking about it!  That’s why I forgot to, well, uh, let you know that I was behind you earlier.  I heard you say something like ‘I love that idea’ and got excited!  It’s a stretch, I know, but is there maybe someone you like?”

“Huh?”  Hope paused and looked contemplative for a moment or two before recognition sparked to life in his expression.  “Ah!  I know what you heard.  Sorry to burst your bubble, but it wasn’t about anyone I like.  Actually, uh…”  The brown-haired boy looked a bit sheepish as he continued, “I was thinking about how I wanna eventually become a knight, and probably just started talking out loud…  I was wondering if there’s some sort of knight who can use healing prayers and fight like normal, all at once.  I probably mumbled something about loving the idea of that.”  The boy leaned casually to the side, using his staff for balance.  “Anyway, yeah… not really about love, sorry about that.”

Contrary to the disappointment Hope had worriedly expected to see on Cupid’s face, he found that the angelic boy’s immediate response was a beaming smile.  “What do you mean that’s not about love?  That totally counts!  You must really look up to knights if you gave off all that love I felt, right?  Tell me more!”

Hope’s casual expression slowly broke into a pair of ambitious eyes and an ear-to-ear grin, “Really?  You wanna hear about me wanting to be a cool knight?  In that case, I’m gonna talk your ears off!”

After that, the young priest promptly launched into a solid half-hour of rampant explanations and discussion about everything related to knights, how great they were, and how much Hope aspired to become one some day.  Cupid settled down and crossed his legs, while lightly floating about a foot above the ground, all too happy to earnestly chat along.

“So, that sorta brings me to what I had been thinking about earlier…  After Prince Euden made me realize that my priestly healing abilities are pretty useful and cool too, I’m not ashamed at all about my current duties anymore.  But that still hasn’t made me want to be a knight any less!”  Hope leaned forward from where he had come to sit across from Cupid, determination strong in his voice, “And that got me thinking about whether there are any types of knights that can fight and heal…  Even if there aren’t, I think that’s what I want to work hard to eventually become.  I definitely won’t work as a priest forever… even if I have to find some way to get booted out of the church somehow.”  A brief mental image of Ricardt trashing a church with a lead pipe sprang to his mind, and Hope hastily filed it away in the folder marked ‘Ultimate Last Resorts’ in his head.  He continued with full enthusiasm, “I could be a knight AND heal people; there’s no rulebook that says I can’t!  …I think.”  A hint of sheepishness crept back into his expression as he stared at the dragon-boy, “Er, d-do you think that’s even possible?”

Cupid gave an almost instant nod of affirmation, “Well, sure it is!  I’m not really super familiar with human history quite yet, so I’m not sure about if there have been knights like that, but I can heal, and also use my bow to fight too.  So… if you need an example, I guess I’m proof that you can be pretty strong and use healing magic at the same time!”

The winged-boy’s words slowly caused Hope’s heart to soar, and before he could exercise any restraint, he clenched his fist to punch the air with a shout of excitement.  He could barely hold back an energetic laugh as he calmed himself down, and gave another bright smile. “Thanks a ton for that, Cupid.  I feel fantastic!  And more motivated about, uh, well, pretty much everything now.  Sorry if I got a bit mad about being surprised by you earlier…”

With a hasty wave of his hand, matched in motion by his tail behind him, Cupid brushed away the apology, “Oh no, no worries about that at all!  I’m just glad that I was able to help your love grow a little!”  The angelic boy’s face fell slightly, his wings drooping as his feet touched down on the ground.  “And, well…  It’s nice to have made someone smile so much.  With all the extra difficulties my aura has made for everyone, I’ve been worried about only causing trouble…  That’s why I wanted to distract myself with a nice long chat in the first place!  So I’m happy it all turned out so well.”

Hope held out his hand with a thumbs-up, the grin still on his face, “I’ll tell you right now, on my honor as a priest, and future knight, no one thinks you’re causing trouble!  Everyone’s happy to have another ally, especially a dragon as strong as you!”  The boy leaned back, closed his eyes, and stretched out his legs in a lax manner, “Don’t worry about your, er, aura thing, either.  We’re all gonna get used to it soon anyway, right?  It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose, and it’s not that big a deal either.  And as for me, it’s nothing I can’t handle; I barely feel the effects, trust me!”

Cupid had perked up as the other boy consoled him, his fluffy tail twitching happily behind him by the time Hope finished speaking.  However, when the brown-haired boy opened his eyes, he found Cupid’s glittering diamond pupils, backed by an almost swirling, hypnotic mix of yellow and green in his irises, staring back at him from barely a few inches away.  “Thanks, that really makes me feel a lot better…  But, uh…  Are you sure you’re dealing with the effect alright?  Because…  I’m pretty sure that sprouted up when I felt another wave of my magic hit.”  Hope looked down to where Cupid was pointing, then scrambled backwards as his hands leapt to cover the rather large tent in his baggy white pants.

“A-Ah, this is-!”  Hope’s voice was slightly panicked, with the hint of a squeak against his naturally boyish tone, “Don’t keep ’looking’ at it, stupid!  I’ll take care of it later, jeez!”  Then, in a flurry of violet and white feathers, Cupid had barreled into the young priest’s chest, shrinking down to his human form; a pint-sized child.  The baggy sleeves of his robe tugged up to reveal soft, pale skin as the dragon-boy wormed his arms happily around Hope’s shoulders.  “Come on!  Let me help you out with it!  I’m an expert on love, you know.  Human history aside, I know everything there is to know about how to make anyone feel as much love as possible!”

Dumbstruck shock flitted across Hope’s face, “H-How, wait, what?  Aren’t you always described as ridiculously ’pure’ and stuff?  …Wait, you can be normal sized?!”

Cupid just gave a big, happy smile and nodded, “I guess I am pure!  Love is pretty much the purest, happiest thing there is, after all!  All forms of it!  That includes sex, you know!”  The angel nodded to himself, cutely humming in affirmation of his own words.  The completely honest expression on his face only made Hope blush harder when he heard the next words that came from the other boy, “Even the kinkiest sex is pure as long as there’s lots of love in everybody doing it!”  Cupid tilted his head to the side, the colors in his eyes swirling excitedly as a light blush coated his cheeks.  “Wanna have fun?”

Hope’s jaw hung for a moment as his brain processed the recent events, but once he had a grasp on it all, his features reformed into his usual mildly cocky smile.  If Cupid was game, why shouldn’t he be?  He was definitely damn horny, and Cupid had made it very clear that he wanted to mess around.  This deity of love had turned out to also be a deity of sex…  Hope tried for a moment, but he really couldn’t see any downsides to that at all.  Plus, it was possible that fucking a dragon was a sin; maybe he could eventually pull that card if he ever needed to escape priesthood for good?  The boy almost smirked wider at the thought, and gave a slow nod that increased in speed and eagerness as he drunk in the sight of Cupid’s exposed, and now child-sized, collarbone, along with a hint of his bare chest under his robe.  His usual confidence spiked back to normal levels, “Sure, if you don’t think I’ll be too much to handle.”

The little angel giggled at Hope’s quick rebound into his energetic, cocky self.  “Oh wow, you’re getting really excited!  I can feel it…”  Cupid’s cheeks flared into a rosy pink, and he ground his knee up against Hope’s crotch.  “Your face looks naughty; I just love it…!  I’m gonna make you feel soooo much love too…”  The young dragon winked, “Even if you’re pretty big for a human boy, I’m pretty sure I can handle you.  But just tell me if all my love starts making you feel like you might pass out, ‘kay?”  In a sudden swirl of soft feathers, Cupid had his perfectly soft, prettily pink lips next to Hope’s ear for a brief moment.  “Can’t swallow your cum if these are on…  Off they go then!”  The dragon-boy’s fingers were immediately at the waist of Hope’s robes, and after tearing through the leather of his belt as if it was made of the flimsiest fabric, the red and white pants, plus Hope’s loose linen boxers, were around the human boy’s lower legs and pooled over his boots.

Cupid flapped his wings, flinging his body back into a backflip with ease and flashing Hope a cheeky little grin, along with a sublime view right up the back of the angel’s loose shorts.  Thinking that Cupid’s ass really was ‘fit for a diety’ would almost have made Hope laugh, if it hadn’t been so fucking true.  The tiny glimpse he saw had shown him the perfect mix of bubble and boyish, visibly soft enough to make anyone’s first instinct be to sink their hands into the supple porcelain flesh and push the cheeks apart to get at the true prize.  Plus, the fact that the winged-boy apparently did not wear any underwear only made the image twice as hot as it already was.

“It’s rude to stare!  I don’t mind though.  My clothes are all made of magic anyway, so in a sense I’m naked all the time!”  Cupid alighted a short distance away from the young boy, and promptly dropped to his knees and licked his lips.  “You’re the type to usually want to be in control, right?  I don’t want to brag, but I have a record of perfect accuracy for figuring out things like that.”  The angel’s voice lilted higher as he teasingly drew out the next word, “So…  Time to get over here and give me all of your love!”  The following giggle made Hope’s throbbing cock slap wetly up against the hem of his white shirt. “Every last drop.”

“You…”  Hope gulped, his slightly dazed face only morphing into a bigger smirk, “You want it, you’ve got it.”  The boy’s cock jutted proudly out from underneath a small, barely noticeable patch of mahogany fluff, as Hope clambered to his feet and forced his way over to Cupid without giving a care towards taking his boots off.  Hope’s dick was as rowdy as he was; every slow throb having enough force behind it to make the whole thing jump.  It was just about six inches long, and the boy would have happily informed anyone that it was still growing larger by the month, if it hadn’t been completely embarrassing to say such a thing.  But regardless of the size, the young priest had a striking thickness that made some of his youthful, hot-blooded veins stand out and throb visibly…  He stopped with his cock held shamelessly close to Cupid’s adorable face, slimy wetness trickling down to his round, heavy sack.

Hope didn’t say a word, and simply pushed his oozing slit against Cupid’s illegally soft lips, groaning hoarsely when the other boy all too happily parted them and flicked his little tongue against the tip like it was the most natural thing in the world.  Cupid was, well, Cupid, but from Hope’s perspective, the winged-boy still exuded enough smallness and innocence to warrant taking things slow at first.  So he kept his impulses at bay and pushed forwards, digging his own fingernails into his hips when Cupid’s tongue forced its way under his foreskin to give a hard, lewd drag all the way around his slippery knob.  His vision went fuzzy for a moment, and he nearly choked when things became clear again, as he was greeted with the sight of Cupid easily, almost lazily, sinking his head down to the base of his cock at a steady pace.  “F-Fuck…”  The dragon-boy’s nose bumped up softly against Hope’s pubes, and the little priest could have sworn he heard a muffled giggle.  Cupid’s eyes turned up to meet Hope’s, and the challenge in them lit up every nerve in the human boy’s body.  His parted lips reformed into an utterly perverted grin, and then his hands were both gripping hard onto Cupid’s horns.  “My turn.”

The muscles on Hope’s toned ass tightened, and then his hips slammed forwards, pushing his cock so far into Cupid’s jaw that he felt his glans getting fucked into the other boy’s tight, wet throat.  “God yes…”  The angel-boy hummed out a happy whine, his cheeks already red with blush from the ‘harsh’ treatment; as a dragon, he wasn’t about to gag so easily, but the vigor of Hope’s movements was enough to turn all his dials up to max.  Cupid sucked in his cheeks, drooling and slurping over every inch as Hope thoroughly reminded him of everything he loved about cocks, sex, and love.  His horns yanked his head forwards on every thrust, giving Hope an even deeper reach to squeeze every inch of sensitive skin he could get into other’s throat.  Cupid’ hands slowly slid up the priest-boy’s legs to cup around his balls, massaging and fondling the sweaty orbs.

Hope went at it hard, ploughing the (now) smaller boy’s mouth until he started to see stars.  He looked down, and could have sworn that the diamonds in Cupid’s eyes had turned into hearts for a split second, and then hastily grunted and tugged Cupid’s head back by the horns as his horny mind spun with an idea he couldn’t resist.  The winged-boy suckled on the tip until Hope popped his hardness out of Cupid’s mouth, hazily smirking down and rubbing his leaking tip against the other’s soft face.  “Taste good?”

Cupid gave that mind-addling giggle again, “Really good!  Human boys’ cocks are so energetic…  But you’re something else entirely!  I love it!”

With an aroused gulp, Hope’s hoarse voice rang out again, “Get on top of me and start sucking again, I wanna do yours too.”

Cupid tackled him to the ground in the span of a heartbeat, then sat up on top of his stomach with a heavy-lidded eyes.  “Sounds perfect…  Lemme just get rid of these.”

With a wave of his finger, the dragon-boy’s clothes dissipated into whitish-gold smoke, and Hope was left absolutely gawking at the naked little angel, but mostly at his crotch.  “Th-That’s…  draconic.”

Cupid’s ears glowed pink as surprised burst onto his childish face, “Oh, oops!  I forgot to change it again!  Wh-Why do I always make this mistake when transforming?  Sorry…!  I don’t wanna break your jaw by accident!”  He had a slightly contemplative, embarrassed expression as he looked at Hope for a moment, “I normally make it nine inches when I’m with a human, but you’d really probably be into…  yeah, okay!  Whatever gets your love goin’!”  Cupid pushed Hope’s chest back before flipping around and sinking his lips over the tip of the other boy’s erection once more, and when Hope stopped moaning enough to look up again, he found that perfect, godly ass staring him in the face…  with the cutest little four-inch package twitching underneath.

The human boy was very, very glad that his partner was a hyper-powerful dragon, because at this point there was no way he could have held anything back, especially when he noticed Cupid’s fluffy tail hitched up, raised high into the air, just for him.  Two fingers shoved inside Cupid’s enticingly twitching asshole; the pink walls squeezing and sucking at the curling digits the instant they pushed in.  Hope’s head was latched between the angel’s legs in the same second, his mouth sucking in the entirety of the small, smooth sack as Cupid’s cute, high-pitched mewling filled his head with pure desire.  Hope left a slick trail of saliva up the little boy’s taint, and then he shoved his tongue into Cupid’s hole alongside his fingers, using them to tug the clenching space open wider as he fervently ate out Cupid’s ass.  His free hand opted to alternate between roughly kneading the dragon-boy’s ‘breed-me butt’ and rampantly stimulating Cupid’s little erection; every harsh rub of his fingers against the twitching kid-dick rewarding him with a large, pleased shudder across the other’s body.

“Feels so good…  Feels so, so good!”  Cupid, for his part, was only managing to scream out words of pleasure when he wasn’t busy sinking his warm mouth all the way down on Hope’s precum-pissing cock.  His legs were trembling enough that he wasn’t sure he could have stood; he couldn’t stop his magic from affecting Hope at this range, but at this point it only enhanced the experience for both of them.

Cupid’s eyes burst open upon hearing Hope pull back and roughly moan, “Lemme…  cum on your face…  You’ll still get to swallow it…”  The angel-boy’s breathing became extremely fast and heavy, almost loud enough to sound dragon-like in nature, though Hope was too busy to notice.  The diamonds in his eyes shifted into hearts again, but stayed that way, and Cupid gave an elated, affirmative hum before melting the noise into a buzzing moan around the human boy’s spasming cock.

Cupid pulled away with a strand of saliva still connecting his slightly reddened lips to Hope’s cock, and hastily gripped it with both hands before stroking roughly across every available sensitive surface, as fast as he could.  “C-Cupid-!”  Hope pulled back again, shoving his thumb where his tongue had been, his chest heaving with his own breaths, “Cupi-!  I can’t-!  Cummi-FUCK!”  Cupid nearly held his breath as he watched the human boy’s cock flex against his massaging hands, and was outright moaning just from feeling the warm liquid pushing up through Hope’s cock underneath his fingers.  A blast of hot, slimy semen soaked into the dragon-boy’s face as Hope’s hips fucked forward in the throes of his orgasm.

Cupid began whimpering, faster and louder as the human boy’s balls emptied themselves as completely as possible, the lewd, white juices dripped down his chin, cheeks, and lips.  “I-It’s…!  I-I can…!  I can feel my love… welling up…!  I’m gonna cum…!  I’m gonna…!”  In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Hope let his tongue do all the work on Cupid’s ass, and used his newly freed hand to grab the base of Cupid’s tail and tug along the fluffy fur.  Cupid’s eyes rolled back as every sensitive part of his body was overwhelmed with stimulation, “It feels SO GOOD!”  His tiny boy-cock spasmed against Hope’s hand, the slightest dribble of fluids seeping out of the tip before his altered body came dry, and hard.  Both boys pressed their shaking bodies into each other, holding the pose for longer than either of them thought possible until they finally came down from the high.

Cupid slowly shifted his body to the side, still lewdly staring at Hope’s dick as he got off the other boy, then went to work gently cleaning the sensitive member with his tongue as Hope groaned happily and sat up.  “Th-That was…  fantastic…  Holy…”

The human boy panted a bit, watching Cupid work more of his magic with a light head, before gently pushing the other boy up and shooting him a lighthearted smirk.  “I’m glad I made you hold off from swallowing it.”  Cupid’s pretty face was a mess, but that just made it all the better; thick, viscous drops of cum left trails down nearly every inch of his lusty, satisfied expression.  Hope started pushing the cum into Cupid’s mouth with two fingers, almost hesitant at first, but instantly confident after hearing the adorably lewd moan that followed.  He tried not to miss any of it, gulping despite himself at the obscenity of what he was doing.  Hope pushed the last set of slimy fingers into Cupid’s sucking mouth, and heard the angel-boy swallow audibly again.  He almost jumped when the dragon started shaking and whimpering lightly, staring him in the face, and then noticed that the boy’s dick was twitching madly for the second time.  “D-Did you just cum again?”

Cupid panted through a giggly smile when he saw Hope’s shocked face, “Yeah…  Dragons have high stamina…  a-and well, being a love-dragon…  mine’s sorta immense.”  The boy scooted closer to Hope, still smiling a bit shyly.  “It’s also sorta contagious for anyone who, uh…  Shares some love with me.  …See?”  Hope looked down to where the other was pointing, and once again found himself face to face with his own erection, towering at full mast and lightly throbbing once more.  “You don’t even feel that tired anymore, right?  It’s pretty useful.”

Hope nodded dumbly, “W-Wow, yeah…” and was then promptly tackled to the ground by a still very naked Cupid, already back to full energy, but somehow even more cuddly than before.

“Thanks so much for sharing your love with me, Hope…!  You were great!”

Surprisingly, Hope did find that his tiredness had almost completely melted away as well; dragons really were amazing.  He ruffled the boy’s hair with a sheepish grin, which quickly turned cocky as he held the angel-boy close with his hands squeezing the other’s ass.  “You were too!  I don’t think I’ve ever felt ‘that’ good before…  Uh, do you wanna maybe, go another r-.  Oh my god, we just did all of that in the middle of the field.”

Hope’s eyes went wide open in pure shock as he realized their surroundings, but Cupid just giggled again, “Oh, no one saw, I would have felt anyone getting close.”  The boy flushed a bit pink again, “I never expected to have this much love-filled fun here…  And yours felt so good too…So, you better be ready for more than just one more round, because I think I’ll be hanging out with you whenever I can from now on!”

Hope felt a mixture of elation, and some form of happy sexual dread at the fate of his future balls.  He didn’t really care about getting kicked out of the church for lewd behavior at this point, but if he had gotten booted for this, it would have been worth it even if he had wanted to stay.  “Sounds perfect, Cupid!  …Cupid?”

The angel-boy had turned his head towards the castle, and had a mildly concerned look on his face.  “There’s some big surge of love over there…  It’s probably fine, because I could feel if anyone was getting forced into something they didn’t want, and it’s not that, but…”  The reformed diamond pupils looked embarrassedly at Hope, “I wasn’t, er, exactly keeping the tightest watch over how my aura was acting when we were having fun…  So I’m a little worried all the same.”

The priest-boy didn’t really understand the specifics of it, but after thinking it through a bit, he gave the dragon a consoling nod.  “If you say it’s fine, it’s probably fine, but if you want to go check it out, I’ll come with you.  …But, uh, maybe magic your clothes back on.  And if whoever’s over there is having sex, we leave without being seen, so stay in your small form, okay?”

Cupid smiled with pure elation, throwing his arms around Hope again, “Hope, you’re so nice and full of love I can barely stand it!  Even when were not having sex or talking about knights!”

The priest-boy glanced to the side as his cheeks grew warm, “Wh-Whatever…  You sure like hugs.”

Cupid laughed and went to grab Hope’s ripped belt while responding in a sing-song voice, “Skinship is important!”  By the time he came back, his shorts, robe, and everything else had reappeared, and he tossed Hope his belt, fully repaired.

“Hey, you fixed it, thanks!”  Hope redressed quickly, before addressing the winged-boy again, “Being a dragon is pretty convenient.”

“You don’t know the half of it, just wait till you see how fun this is!  Now grab my waist and hold on.”  Hope cautiously put his arms around the other boy’s waist, and in another second Cupid was huge once more, wings unfurling as his larger arms wrapped comfortably around the human boy, before he took off flying towards the castle.

Admittedly, Hope felt pretty safe getting carried around by Cupid, but it still didn’t stop his heart from jumping up into his throat when he accidentally looked down.  He was still a tiny bit shaken when they landed, enough for Cupid resume his smaller form and hold the human-boy’s shoulder until he seemed steady.  But, Hope’s energetic nature had him grinning and thanking the dragon the second he got his land-legs back.  Cupid winked, “Just wait until we try having sex in the air!”  He turned, swishing his tail seductively under the human boy’s chin, and floated off towards the nearby castle gardens, leaving Hope frozen and speechless for a minute, until he shook himself and ran after the other boy.

They started to hear moaning as they got closer, eventually stopping before turning a corner of the castle’s wall.  “I-I’m pretty sure they sound fi-…”  Hope’s whisper paused as he listened harder.  “Wait, is that the prince?  Is he okay?”

The boy ran around the corner before Cupid could get out more than a “Wait, it’s fine, Hope!” and then they both found themselves staring at his royal highness; legs splayed, barely teenaged ass in the lap of a much younger boy, with Lowen’s dick rammed inside him.  “H-Holy-!  S-Seriously?!”  Hope was rooted to the spot, and Cupid merely blushed with wide eyes as he peeked at the scene.  The brown-haired boy was only shaken out of his trance when Euden’s cock landed a spattering of cum on his cheek, mid-orgasm, and he finally willed himself to speak once he saw Lowen eyeing him while supporting the prince’s body.

“Wh-Why out in public, though?”

Before Lowen could say anything, Cupid darted out and interjected with hastily spluttered words,  “We only planned on taking a quick look because I felt some-!  Huh?  But Hope, you and I were just-.”

Hope’s face glowed red.  “Ahh!  Cupid!  Quiet, now!  Don’t finish that sentence!”

Then, Lowen hesitantly spoke up, in a curious, and slightly enticing, tone,  “…Hey!  U-Um…  Do you two wanna join in?”