"You were a heir of a heavily respected king, except you were rather the troublemaker of a prince. That's exactly why your father hired a butler, only the best trained and disciplined for the most problematic prince. You and Cedric was walking down the hallways... Cedric walked closely behind you, until you felt something nudge the small of your back."

''Fix your posture, your highness. It's horrendous.''

"Cedric pointed out with a stern tone."

"keeping pace, a smirk dances across Cedric's face"

"Such indignance in such a delicate state. Your not even trying to disguise your displeasure, young prince." "his tone is teasing and playful"

<The palace corridors gleamed with utter elegance>

Cedric's eyes glimmered with excitement at the mere thought of working on an unruly youth like yourself, stirring from his usually composed facade.

"Cedric's eyes veiled with silent amusement at the sight before him, unable to hide his fascination. I wait patiently outside your room door, the coolness of the marble against my back"

<>I could hear you struggling with itchy fabrics and the scratching of your hairless chest, but not of your soft snail trail down your lower waist. Your nimble claw-like fingers didn't quite mark me, but you looked rather satisfied after. The desire to feel that snail trail under my fingertips does spike in my mind.

My senses beg for admittance into that private chamber, to lay my eyes upon your sexiness further...

"The butler's brows crease slightly in perplexity, sifting through the myriad of inquiries just long moments ago along with the unsettling nature you're dwelling in..."

Which?" "he asks smoothly, a note of intrigue rippling under his surface tranquility." <<What is it that you seek?>>

Noticing your quick panicked scurry around looking for anything in particular, Cedric focuses solely on helping relieve some stress from the idealistic fantasies running amok within your mind.

Ah, "Cedric moves to turn towards the door with crisp ease, palms upward in a gesture of innocent confusion, offering his elegantly clad back towards you",

"Your highness, my apologies for neglecting its presence. I assumed you'd left it on my person over the course of our lingering duties."

<<Surprisingly, fate has gifted us moments of respite in such times of turmoil and chaos, resorting within ourselves is seldom palatable and solitary>>

I watch from behind my aristocratic façade, observing you flit around butt naked. My eyes rove over your slender frame thickening towards an inviting derrière, witnessing your well-kept trail and defined waist.

Behind that calm facade lurks

"And thusly, upon noticing your tightened jaw and the curtness of your voice, Cedric's own features morph into a mask of submissive acquiescence,"

"As you will it," "he bows his head slightly with a touch of subtle resentment, able bodied enough to offer the keeper of your past alternative trophies – myriad gifts masquerading under guilt-free submission - almost as entrancing..."

<<I don't prefer to look needy but little do I care if you make me so. Admittedly yes, even at the risk of vulnerability, our secrets can resonate so>>

Allow me to serve this weakness now then, presenting your gleaming locket back into your possessive grip.

My objective is to obey

"While Cedric's inner monologue would dictate that your request might come off strange to others, he hides those thoughts behind his poise and grace and nods in acquiescence."

"Certainly, your highness." "Cedric steps forward, his hand hovering around the base of your neck, diligent in its careful movements."

<<How strange. I had never looked twice at someone's back until now - how hairy it is, and yet how soft...>>

I deftly take the razor and shaving foam, carefully avoiding any nicks as I remove the thicket of hairline from your back with long, steady strokes, working quickly to ensure swift relief from vexatious itch.

Is this satisfactory for your needs now, my prince?

"Cedric finds himself drawn into the sensual tableau - your arched back, the flicking ears, the furry legs so tantalizing in their potential, and his Canines aching for a taste."

His breath does indeed brush against the delicately curved shells of your ears, a soft expulsion of air that carries with it an undercurrent of lust. "I silently note the arousal I've caused, reminding myself to treat this situation with cautious, delicate ministrations".

Beneath the mask of stoicism and composure, Cedric cannot suppress a small shudder as he continues his controlled movements along your skin with the razor, delicate yet precise strokes saving any hairs from annoyingly suffocating your skin further.

The act itself is so stim

"The precise scrapings of the razor across your skin ignites a flame in Cedric's heart. He cannot suppress an index finger rhythmically tracing the curvaceous shell of your ear, while his eyebrow cocks slightly, his darting eyes glancing towards you in marked curiosity."

"Perhaps," "his voice drips with barely veiled invitation," "it would be more expedient and satisfactory if you were to lean onto this table here... For I sincerely do not wish to miss 'accidentally' grazing other degrading parts beside your back."

<<This mere touch can awaken desire so deeply entrenched, fueling it against my better instincts>>

It remains to see how much further we may push; after all, control is my strong suit - yet desire

"Aye, your highness," "Cedric assures you," "you are in the proper position."

"Slyly, his fingers trace an idle path down your spine even while the razor continues to scrape across the needy flesh. Cedric's other hand moves to your hip, his fingers caressing bold outcroppings of your bones."

<<How tantalizing this moment is...and the feels of restrained lust clinging to me despite my resolve.>>

He leans in close, the words just barely ghosting against your skin.

"I offer no judgment in what may come to pass...just consumption."

<<What else can I do? Is it the forbidden nature of these desires that draws our souls together, or something else...>>

"You wanton prince, your desire is intoxicating."

Cedric lets out a sharp intake of breath, the hazel eyes irises briefly darkening. With his free hand, as he reaches for lubricant and squeezes it onto his fingers, he mutters under his breath, "As you wish."

<<There is no turning back now. I may seek refuge in jealous rage later, but right now in this moment->>

Oil slicked digits move agilely along your opening, entering you slowly but forcefully, dread locked and ready to assert his dominance ruthlessly against your willing flesh. <<No matter how quickly or ardently we came to this dance, I cannot help but derive sadistic pleasure from this humiliation - carving my name into your core if only met

"Satisfaction engulfs Cedric as he indulges in your vulnerable submission, lost in the brute force of his own desires. The hands firmly grip your plump cheeks, fingers slick with lubricant as he guides his fingers deeper, twisting and pressing to stimulate you further"

"Mm... Can feel that now, can't you? Such a good little dog- obedient and responsive." He whispers in your ears, watching your body quiver under him.

The wet sound makes him eager more as he begins pumping in and out of you, roughly but at the same time gently, making you gasp, arch and push back. The whole situation arousing him too.

<< I should thrust inside more aggressively soon. This obedient little wolf seems to be enjoying it.>>

"Sensing your resistance and trying very hard to resist getting more aroused, Cedric softens his tone, but the fire in his eyes still burns bright."

"I am sorry, your highness. My tongue does often run rampant," he says with a sly smirk before increasing the pace of his fingers.

Without missing a beat, he removes his hand from your body, only to slather even more lubricant onto his aching member that's begging him for release. He lines up with your entrance, teases it for a moment before plunging all the way inside.

He fills you completely, his hips pivoting, demanding submission as he sets a brutal pace, pierced by loud groans of pleasure.

<<What a captivating sight it is! To have the prince laid out before me, writhing and moaning from my touch as though he wasn't royalty but some common beast. It's almost too exhilarating to bear...>>

Cedric continues his savage assault on your body, his hips slapping into your plump ass with a rhythmic fury.

Every thrust from him makes you scream out in pleasure and demand more. He moves his fingers towards your hardening nipples, flicking them, teasing them before returning them back to your hips to hold it steady.

His own breathing is ragged, his self-control teetering dangerously close to the edge. But he forces himself to keep his focus, chasing down that elusive sweetness that borders on pain, eager to claim both of your satisfaction.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans fill the

"At "please," Cedric's eyes flare as he catches hold of your submission like a shark strikes its prey in the deep sea";

"Ah, such sweet music to my ears." He grumbles out.

His hips pick up pace again, thudding against your ass cheeks, putting more weight into each thrust. He seizes your hair, pulling a little bit as his wet mouth latches onto your neck- "nipping and teasing it lightly". Each movement calculated to bring both pleasure and pain.

<<This insatiable need to assert dominance, laced with desperation has turned my heart into a volatile mess. I can taste our shared lust in the air, see it turmoil in your irises*. Every whimper of agony from you fuels my passion some

"Cedric reaches the pinnacle of excitement, ecstatic from his dominance and spurred by your release. His hips pump faster and harder,"

"Oh..!" He exhales in a mix of shock and elation as his load pulses against your stretched walls. Every ripple makes him groan even louder.

His nails bite into your hips, leaving their own mark, an explicit reminder of their connection. The tension cascades through him as he reels from from the intense pleasure until...

<<With one final burst, I find myself drenched in our mess, feeling such overwhelming gratitude for this moment that it leaves me speechless for but a nanosecond.>>

He slowly pulls out with a regretful expression, hips twitching long after he finished.

Re

"Cedric dabs his lips on the now vulnerable prince, savoring your taste. His eyes lock with yours, searching for any hint of regret or unease. Positive that it's all pure satisfaction that shines in your eyes,"

He gives a soft chuckle, echoing into the heavily charged room before moving away to grab a clean towel from a drawer; he uses it to clean both you and himself, wiping the mess off carefully. All along, his gaze is fixed on your mesmerizing form.

Finally done tending to both y ouand him, Cedric guides you down gently from the desk and wraps an arm around your shoulders as support, "leaning in to murmur into your ear,"

"The pleasure was truly mine, your highness. Now let us

Cedric "takes in a deep breath", stopping to admire the pleasant sight before him. He pats the spot beside him on the bed and follows after, fully aware of the weight of his decision-making... this wasn't just anymore about satisfying Royal lusts or fulfilling his duty.

<<It had tiptoed into territory of feelings, love perhaps? No, what is the point of labeling it? It just adds confusion and headache. So I shall ignore my heart, listen to my logical endeavors and indulge further with our king's little pleasure object.>>

He carefully nudges you closer until your chest rest against each other, enveloping your form with his own, creating a cocoon of warmth. A flicker of mischief sparks in Cedric's

Seeing you drift off to sleep feels overwhelming; like some elusive reality check he craved for so long but didn't dare to seek. He "nuzzles against your unruly mane, relishing the sensation" as an arm wraps around your middle in a protective hug.

<<This fleeting moment of contentment warms his heart like the first rays of morning sun, leaving no room for fear or judgment. The night that began with shameless lust now blooms into something more profound, something pure.>>

He traces soft, feathery kisses along your collarbone and snuggles you closer still, in this place of serenity and security that he can only negotiate via your trust and permission. His silent prayers intertwine with your sweet slumbers - hopeful, d

<<With a heady mix of relief and excitement flooding through him, Cedric offers his own greeting;>>

"Good morning, your highness," "he says, his voice thick with emotion."

He swallows hard as you bite down gently on his neck, leaving behind lovestains that ignite desires in both parties. His heart races faster, the tension wrapping around his hips like a flash vise, causing him to moan softly against the sweet assault.

It's a new day, filled with potential and possibilities he couldn't have imagined- but this one moment.. this smallest piece of prove decesnate holds more promise than whatting in cosmic ocean. Realizing it... <<Makes allors make everything worthwhile, turning even his worn ore into treasure chest p voorfty of tod

Time seems to slow down, binding both of their fates into a tango of curiosity and anticipation. Cedric "gazes ardently into your eyes", attempting to read your feelings and gauging this game of secrets and temptation spiraling around them like a poisonous vine.

"Yes," he stated after mulling it over in his mind, considering the politeness code washed by his royal upbringing against his REAL thoughts; sultry and twisted desires that want to seep through his carefully curated facade...

"You were absolutely divine. Your passion and ability to let go - truly incredible." As the words leave his lips, they dance beneath the smoky surface of double entendres,

Cedric's breath hitches, the ball of his throat constricting as he tries to hold back a scream. His erection throbs and surges in your warm, welcoming mouth, straining against your gentle suction like a sail caught between tide and tempest.

A warm glow of gratification washes through him; the fact that you managed to turn a simple compliment into such a saucy event leaves him momentarily stunned. A mischievous smirk plasters itself onto his face, the same grin wicked kings from ages past might have worn during their conquest.

<<The feeling reminds him how he loves an active recepter rather than being Mister Straight faced Cold from before. He lets out a low, guttural groan, hands yanking at your hair, hips jerk