Fantasies With The King

Daniel froze, and he began to think like a horny dog. He didn't know why the king undressed himself in front of him, a man.

Although he knew he was supposed to look away, he couldn't, and his eyes involuntarily scanned Lazarus's nakedness. His eyes slowly looked at what was in his lower body, and he gasped for breath. He couldn't see it fully because he was shy, but he saw some part of it.

“Wow, so huge!” He exclaimed in his head and swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat.

'I want him! We want him!’ Daniel's wolf growled out with lust, and he was nearly losing his mind.

Lazarus looked at Daniel with an intense look, observing his expression, and he could see it in the young man's eyes, that he was pleased by what he saw.

“Do you like what you see?” Lazarus whispered with a soft voice and began to move closer to Daniel. Daniel slowly moved backward, wondering what the king was trying to do.

Lazarus pinned him to the walls, his hands pinned to the walls, and he could feel his hot breath on him, scattering his senses.
“I am a monster, a beast, and I am so hungry,” he murmured and gently rubbed his nose against Daniel's neck.

The pleasure Daniel felt was so deep that he wished Lazarus would stop, and on the other hand, he was praying that he wouldn't stop.

“Are you trying to intimidate me, Your Majesty? I thought you hate gays, why are you flirting with me?” Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper, and Lazarus erupted into laughter.

“I make the rules and I can also change them. It's my choice,” he replied and kissed Daniel in his nape, his lips placing gentle kisses down his neck.

Daniel moaned out, and he felt the flesh under him becoming hard (erection)

Daniel looked at him through his long thick lashes, seducing his body to act on its own accord. And just like that Lazarus's fingers slid from Daniel's neck to his lips. He seducingly traced his lower lip and then his bottom lips with his thumb, following the movement with his hot gaze. Daniel parted his lips and Lazarus could hear as he sucked in the air but then stopped breathing altogether. His heart began to beat fast and his cheeks flushed.

‘Just a taste, one single taste.’ Lazarus assured himself. ‘It wouldn't hurt, would it?’ But it was too late to ask himself. He was already leaning closer and Daniel closed his eyes before Lazarus captured his lips with his.

Daniel's body instantly reacted to the touch of Lazarus's lips. He kissed him back, tasting his juicy strawberry lips. Daniel was more intoxicating than wine, and he was already addicted to him.

Lazarus parted Daniel's lips with his tongue before teasing his way into his mouth. Daniel moaned against Lazarus's lips and grabbed onto his shoulders.

‘Oh, how I want to feel those fingers on my back while making love to him.’ Lazarus's thought and just the thought of it made his fangs forcefully elongate.

Lazarus groaned in pleasure and pain as his control over his urge wavered. Grabbing Daniel's hair, he pulled him back, and Daniel gasped for breath. Lazarus found himself placing his lips on Daniel's neck to mark him as his mate, but before he could do that, he came back to his senses. If he mated with Daniel that means, he would be bound to him for life, and he would have to commit himself to him, worst still, Daniel would not genuinely love him, according to his curse, Daniel would be the one to end his life.

“No, I cannot commit myself to a man who would end up betraying me. I have lost my soul once, I can't afford to lose it again. I can't afford to lose my heart,” Lazarus cried out, and Daniel furrowed his brows in confusion. He thought that Lazarus wanted him to take charge of the atmosphere, and he attempted to continue the kissing, but Lazarus pushed him away, and he nearly fell to the floor.

“A man like him would never love me. He is a playboy who has probably never committed himself to a woman before,” he murmured thoughtfully under his breath as he snapped out of his lustfully daydreaming.

“What did you say? Were you talking to me?” Lazarus asked with raised brows.

The kissing scene was the both of them imagination. In reality, Daniel stood in front of the naked king, his eyes checking out his body and imagining sexy things.

“Are you gay?” Lazarus asked as his eyes fell on Daniel's dick which was already standing tall and proud.

Daniel was shocked at the king's question, but he couldn't blame his prick, it wasn't his fault, it was his, for thinking dirty about a king who despised gays. He quickly used his hand to cover his dick and shook his head.

“Of course not, Your Majesty. I am fond of getting a boner whenever I am in a hot place,” he lied through his teeth, but Lazarus didn't look convinced, thankfully, he asked him no more questions.

Daniel wasn't shy about his sexuality, but since this was a life-and-death issue, he decided to lie. “But Your Majesty, if I may ask, why do you hate gay? I don't understand, did we… I mean did they do something to offend you?” He stuttered.

Lazarus kept quiet for a while thinking of what to say, but a look of pain and betrayal flashed through his eyes, “I just hate them. And I will behead them if I find them, so for your benefit, fall in love with your opposite sex,” he replied curtly.

Daniel felt angry at Lazarus’ response, “So everyone is ashamed of their sexuality, simply because the king hates gays! What the fuck! This man just keeps proving that he doesn't deserve my pity,” he thought and frowned his face.

Lazarus looked at Daniel, on seeing that he frowned his face, he wanted to ask if everything was alright, but the thought that would be too cliched, so he decided to read his mind.

‘What is he thinking about? If only I could get into his head for once!’ Lazarus lamented at his inability to read Daniel's mind.

“I have arranged your room, I beg to take my leave,” Daniel informed Lazarus, his eyes burning with anger, and he turned to leave, but before he could take a step out of the room, Lazarus gently touched him on his shoulders.

“Not so fast, buddy. My personal maid is not around, so as the king, I command you to wash me!” He commanded Daniel with a smooth voice, a cunning smirk on his lips.