when the king died and passed his kingdom and power to his son, it turned the heads of the whole kingdom. the prince was a young man who, until that point, clearly had no interest in being a monarch. he was known by reputation spread through rumors to search out knights and guards and advisors who were willing to take the cock of the prince. they said that he never took a partner more than once, always on the search for something better.
as the sorcerer would find out, he was never quite satisfied.
this sorcerer realized, like many others did, that the new king would likely give full power over the kingdom to whoever managed to gain his favor enough to become his consort. many tried, in the months following his coronation, to make the king addicted to their hole. the sorcerer had a different idea.
he found his way into the king’s attention and took him to bed. turns out, the reason the king was always dissatisfied is that he was much happier face down and fucked open.
so the sorcerer finds himself in the bed of the king, permanently. he keeps the royal happy by letting him fall asleep full and wake up with his first orgasm of the day only seconds away. the king lets his sorcerer make decisions for the kingdom “on his behalf”- but the sorcerer finds that he’s much less interested in running the kingdom than he thought he was.
instead, he’s obsessed with his little king. his thin waist that give him perfect grip to pull the king onto his cock, his soft thighs that are perfect to hold the king down into his lap, his smooth back and chest that practically only exist to be bitten and marked.
and, of course, the sorcerer begins trying to impress the king with his power. he creates expensive and impossibly perfect jewels and chains to wrap around his little king; necklaces and anklets and bracelets. when he’s got nothing more to adorn, the king happily suggests piercing his ears so that his sorcerer can give him more.
so the sorcerer uses his magic to pierce the king’s ears, and soon he has deep navy sapphires framing his jaw.
but the king wants more. so his sorcerer pierces his belly button, and silver chains hang jewels between the king’s hips.
and still the king wants more. he begs for it- so the sorcerer tugs at the king’s nipples until he cries, and when he wakes the next day, a gold chain connects the studded bars his nipples are pierced with.
loving that, the king asks for more, but something deeper than a piercing. so the sorcerer paints a tattoo between his hips, beneath his sapphires.
the king loves it, but not as much as he does the following day, when he realizes that it glows as he cums, and if his sorcerer keeps his palm over the tattoo, it makes his orgasms last longer.
suddenly the king is newly obsessed.
what else could his magic do?
could it, perhaps, enchant his earrings so that all thoughts of the world beyond his husband’s cock disappear from his mind? or, possibly, charm his belly button piercing so that he’s simply incapable of orgasming until his husband chooses that he’s ready for the mind blowing pleasure of release? bewitch his nipple piercing to cause his body to electrify with pleasure under every touch?
well, with his desires known to his sorcerer husband, he’s soon to find out.