The Mage King's Conquest

"Good, you are starting to enjoy it."

Hearing the Mage King's voice was like ice on the heat of his desire. Cian kept his hips still as the Mage King kept stroking him. The pleasure had almost made him forget who was making him feel this good. He couldn't let that happen again.

The Mage King laughed. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. There's no shame in enjoying yourself, princeling."

Cian shook his head. "I'm not," he managed, but it came out as a moan and sounded like a lie to his own ears.

"Of course you're not," the Mage King told him mockingly.

Cian kept his mouth shut, but he felt hot with shame. He was enjoying the way the Mage King was touching him and stroking his cock.

The Mage King kept stroking his cock even as he moved Cian's legs to spread them wider and lifting his knees up. Cian wondered what the man was planning to do next. He hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn't feel this good.

He started when he felt the Mage King's other hand on his ass, spreading his cheeks and circling his asshole with a slick finger. He shook his head, knowing exactly what the Mage King was planning on doing next. He couldn't imagine how that would feel good.

And yet, as the Mage King kept circling Cian's asshole with his finger, making it slicker, Cian found himself spreading his legs wider of his own accord. There was something about those touches that was starting to feel good, especially with the way his cock was still being stroked.

He gasped when he felt a blunt finger push inside of him. It slid in easily, and knuckles pressed against his ass. His face felt hot and he was waiting for the Mage King to say something cruel about Cian's reaction, but the other man remained silent.

A second finger joined the first, and then the Mage King began to rub both fingers across Cian's asshole, spreading more of that slick liquid before pushing both fingers in again.

He winced and grit his teeth, panting as he felt those fingers press deeper inside of him. They had slipped in easily, but it had hurt for a moment, a sharp pain that was dulled by the pleasure of having his cock stroked. What was next? Another finger? A fourth finger?

The Mage King's cock?

He almost wished that the Mage King would say something, anything. Lying here in silence made it easier to forget who was doing this to him and why, especially since he was still keeping his eyes closed. It was a struggle to keep his hips still. His body wanted to push into the tight fist around his dick, and that fist wasn't moving nearly as quickly as Cian wanted. It felt good, but not yet enough to make him come.

But he didn't want that. He didn't want to come because of the Mage King, he reminded himself. He wouldn't ask or beg or give the Mage King any satisfaction. His fingers curled in the bedsheets underneath him, and he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning as the Mage King briefly caressed his balls before returning to his cock.

He felt a tremble in his thighs from the effort of keeping still, of trying not to react, and he could hear his own rough breathing. And yet the Mage King remained quiet, his hands working on Cian's dick and asshole. When a third finger pushed in, Cian couldn't prevent the gasp from slipping out as he arched his back. He wasn't sure if that third finger felt good or bad.

Those three fingers inside of him were pushing deeper, thrusting in and out slowly and curling slightly. And oh, they definitely felt good, especially when they thrust in. It was all Cian could do not to moan or gasp.

He wanted more, and he shook his head. He had to stay strong. He had to resist the way the Mage King was making him feel.

He was achingly hard now, and he knew that if he had been stroking his own cock, he would've sped up by now, rushing towards his climax. The Mage King, however, did no such thing. His pace was leisurely and even.

Cian wasn't sure how long he had lain here with the Mage King's hands on him, with his thighs trembling. His hips were rocking ever so slightly, despite his own efforts to keep them still. It was impossible to control the reactions of his body.

He flung one arm across his eyes. That way, even if he opened them by accident, he still wouldn't look the Mage King in the eyes.

The Mage King sped up the movement of the hand curled around Cian's dick until Cian was thrusting into his grip, and as suddenly as he had sped up, he slowed down.

Cian let out a whimper, thrusting his hips and moaning as the fingers in his ass pushed in deeper. Another moan escaped as the Mage King ran his hand across Cian's balls before going back to stroking his dick again.

After a few more slow, even strokes, the Mage King sped up again, making Cian rock his hips as pleasure washed over him. He moaned, his face hot as he knew that the Mage King was enjoying the reaction. He didn't want the man to know how much he wanted this.

He groaned when the Mage King slowed down again.

It went on like that for a while. The Mage King would speed up the movement of his wrist, making Cian moan and tremble and get closer to coming, but he would always slow down before Cian could reach his climax.

And Cian wanted to reach his climax. Being touched and stroked and fondled like this was the sweetest torment. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold out. Earlier, he had told the Mage King that he wouldn't enjoy this, and here he was, writhing and moaning with pleasure.

"Mmm, look at you," the Mage King murmured, his voice low. "I wish you could see yourself now, princeling. The way you move as I touch you, how your chest heaves and your hips roll. Your body has given in, little Prince. It's only a matter of time before your mind does too, and I don't even need to use my magic."

Cian whimpered, all too aware that the Mage King was right. His body had given in, reacting automatically to the Mage King's touches. It was impossible not to respond.

"Imagine how good I could make you feel with my magic, princeling," the Mage King told him. "Remember in the throne room? I held you down, and you thought I was strangling you myself when it was just magic."

Cian let out a sob, the same fear he had felt earlier coming back to him. And still his body moved in response to the Mage King's touches, yearning for more.

"Exactly, little Prince. Imagine if I used that power to touch you in a way that feels good." The Mage King let out an amused huff. "Although, perhaps being choked a little is something you might enjoy. You wouldn't be the first or only man."

Cian shook his head, his arm still slung across his face. No, no, he wouldn't enjoy the pressure around his neck while the rest of his body was being pleasured. It wasn't possible.

Then again, he hadn't thought it possible for him to enjoy this either. He whimpered, worried what else the Mage King would do to him that he'd enjoy far too much.

"I could make you feel like your cock was being sucked while I fucked you," the Mage King continued. "I could keep you perfectly still while I stroked your dick. I could caress you all over, from your pretty golden hair down to your feet."

The worst part was that Cian was imagining those things, although he couldn't see how being fucked would feel good. The three fingers thrusting in and out of him did feel good, yes, but wouldn't a cock be much bigger and longer?

"I could move you and position you in any way I wanted," the Mage King said, and sped up his fist around Cian's cock. "Turn you around so you were lying on your stomach, move you so you were on your hands and knees, or make you float so that no part of your body was inaccessible to me. I could use magic to spank you, or kiss you, or fuck you."

Cian was moaning with every breath now, his hips rocking and thrusting as the Mage King's fist was moving up and down rapidly. He wanted to come, and the man's words weren't helping as images filled his head.

"Just give in to me, sweet princeling, and you won't regret it," the Mage King promised. "You will feel the greatest pleasure. You think this feels good, hmm? My hands on your cock and inside your ass? This is nothing compared to what I can do. You will be mine, and you will love it."

His moans were growing louder as the Mage King stroked his cock, his pace even faster now. It was exactly the pace he needed to reach his climax, and Cian tried to hold it off, he didn't want to come, but the combination of the thick fingers in his ass and the hand around his cock and the images in his head were too much.

He gasped and groaned as he came, pleasure flooding every part of his body, his back arching off the bed as he moaned. The Mage King kept stroking him, prolonging the pleasure until Cian was trembling and shuddering.

The Mage King slowed the pace of his hands, and eventually let go of Cian's cock and let his fingers slide out of his ass.

Cian was still gasping for air, his limbs heavy and relaxed. The pleasure was fading slowly from his body and mind. He felt a hand around his wrist, moving his arm to rest above his head instead of across his face.

He started when another hand caressed his cheek, and Cian smiled.

"Look at me," a gentle voice whispered into his ear.

Cian blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the sunlight that streamed into the room after keeping his eyes shut for so long. He looked up, straight into a pair of golden eyes. There was a part of him that froze in terror as soon as he locked eyes with the other man, but he also couldn't look away.

"Good boy," the man above him said, the lines around his eyes crinkling as he smiled. "Very good."

No, it was bad. He wasn't supposed to look the man in the eyes, but his thoughts were slow. The glow from his intense orgasm made it difficult to think. He had kept his eyes shut for a reason.

"Keep looking at me, princeling," the man said, still smiling down at him.

He was a prince. Yes, of course he was, he was Prince Cian, and this man was -

The hand on his cheek quickly grabbed his chin to keep him from turning his head away.

"No!" Cian began to thrash on the bed as he realized his mistake. He pressed his hands against the Mage King's chest, and started to kick him.

"Be still," the Mage King told him, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Cian. "Be still."

Cian whimpered as his limbs relaxed. He couldn't move. He could only look into the man's strange, yellow eyes. "No."

"You're mine," the Mage King told him firmly. "You're mine, princeling."

He felt a warmth wash over him, and he found himself trying to nod. "Yes," he mumbled, even as part of his mind was shrieking in horror.

"You'll be my sweet consort," the Mage King continued. "And you will obey me. You will do what I say, when I say it."

Cian hummed happily as a warm glow filled him. It felt so nice and comfortable. "Yes." He smiled up at the Mage King.

The Mage King began to stroke his hair. "This is much better," he said. "Not that I didn't enjoy your stubbornness, princeling, but I much prefer you being compliant."

Cian nodded. Yes, he was supposed to obey.

"Perhaps once I get bored of that I'll release you from my thrall so I can enjoy your struggles once again," the Mage King said. He moved to sit up on his knees by Cian's side. "You looked very lovely, trying so hard to resist me, trying not to moan or move against me." He let his hand drift down Cian's chest and stomach, down towards his cock. "But I have other plans in mind for you for now."

Cian whimpered when the Mage King's fingers grazed his sensitive cock. It was too much after his orgasm.

The Mage King smiled down at him as he kept caressing Cian's dick. "Does this hurt, princeling?"

"A little," Cian managed, his hips jerking out of the way. "It's - after coming, it's too much."

The Mage King's hands drifted further down, sliding two fingers inside of Cian's ass, making Cian whimper again. "Mmm, nice and relaxed," he murmured, moving to kneel between Cian's legs.

Cian's eyes were drawn to the Mage King's body as the man settled there. His chest was broad and muscular, covered in dark hairs down to his stomach and the ridges of his abs. His thick, hard cock jutted out amongst black curls. He gasped the Mage King kept fingering his ass. It felt kind of good, but also kind of painful.

He looked at the Mage King's thick cock, so much thicker than his fingers, and wondered if it would even fit inside of him. "Not yet, please," he moaned.

The Mage King snorted. "Your foolish attempts to resist me meant I had to wait much longer than I wanted to take my pleasure, little Prince. I won't wait now." He removed his fingers from Cian's ass, then grabbed Cian by the back of his knees, lifting them up off of the mattress, exposing Cian's hole to him.

Cian knew the Mage King was right, and nodded. He still gasped in pain when the Mage King pressed the tip of his cock against his asshole, and pushed until the thick head slipped inside. "Aah!"

The Mage King kept pushing forward, ignoring Cian's sobs of pain. "Ooh yes," the Mage King groaned. "So tight and hot. Perfect for me."

Knowing that the Mage King was pleased made Cian feel better, even as he panted desperately. "Th-thank you," he muttered. He felt the Mage King's dick force his asshole to open wider and take more. It hurt, being stretched this wide, but he had to endure it for the Mage King.

The Mage King smiled down at him. "So polite. Perhaps you deserve a small reward."

Cian gasped when he felt the lightest of touches on his flaccid dick. His eyes were wide when he lifted his head. There was nothing touching his cock, but he could still feel it.

"I told you," the Mage King said. "My magic can make you feel good, princeling."

Cian moaned when he felt light, gentle touches all over his body, not just his cock. Gentle fingers were stroking his inner thigh, and his neck, and his sides. He felt a hand run through his hair, then stroke his face.

He barely noticed it when the Mage King had filled him completely, the man's thighs pressing against his ass, but he definitely noticed when the Mage King began to thrust. He gasped in surprise, then moaned at the next deep thrust. Cian angled his hips for the third thrust and oh yes, this felt even more amazing.

The Mage King grunted as he began fucking Cian faster, flesh slapping against flesh. The touches all over Cian's body grew firmer, stroking him everywhere.

"Look at you," the Mage King panted, smiling down at Cian. His golden eyes seemed to be glowing as he locked eyes with Cian. "Moaning and writhing in pleasure like you were made for it, princeling."

"Please," Cian moaned, not knowing what he was begging for, he just wanted more of this. The feeling of the Mage King's thick dick sliding in and out of his asshole was amazing, the firm grip on his own cock felt amazing, the feeling of fingers stroking his chest felt amazing, even when they pinched his nipples every now and then. He arched his back, panting as he shuddered in pleasure.

"Already hard too," the Mage King said, then groaned as he thrust in deep. "Eager to come again, little Prince?"

"Yes," he moaned, nodding. He flung his arms out wide, fingers curling in the bedsheets underneath him. "Yes, please. It feels so good."

The Mage King started fucking him faster and faster. "Next time," he grunted, "next time, I'll fuck you in the throne room."

"Uh huh," Cian managed, moaning as whatever was touching his dick was gripping him tight.

"You will ride me as I sit on the throne," the Mage King told him, groaning as he fucked Cian deep and hard. "I will invite the survivors of the battle to watch. They will see that I'm their King now, and that you've submitted to me."

Cian nodded, even as a tiny part of him was lit up with anger and hatred. "Yes," he whimpered. "Yes, yes!" He would obey his Mage King, he would do as the man said and please him. It felt so good, why would he want to do anything else?

The Mage King let go of Cian's knees, planting his hands on the bed on either side of Cian's waist. The different angle meant he was able to thrust in even deeper. He stared down at Cian, his golden eyes burning with desire. "I wonder," he managed, his voice rough, "how many of them will wish they were in my place? How many have fantasised about fucking your sweet, tight hole?"

Cian smiled up at the Mage King, wrapping his thighs around the man's waist. Why had he ever resisted?

"You're mine," the Mage King said, and the invisible hands that were touching Cian all over caressed and fondled him firmly.

Cian arched his back as his nipples were pinched and pulled, the sharp pain only adding to the pleasure filling his body. "Yes," he moaned. "I'm yours, all yours." He'd never want to be anything else.

The Mage King kept staring down at him as he fucked Cian hard, his thrusts coming faster and faster, until finally he slammed in hard and threw his head back. His groans were loud and Cian felt the man's big cock twitch inside of him as he came.

The magic that had been touching him grew more frenzied, and the firm touches pushed Cian over the edge too, making him come again. He moaned and whimpered, his come erupting from his cock and landing on the Mage King's stomach as well as his own.

The Mage King's breathing slowed, and he pulled out of Cian to lie down on the bed beside him. He gathered Cian into his arms, pressing him against his body, cradling Cian's head to his chest.

Cian relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the other man's body, the scent of fresh sweat mixed with the scent of fresh come. They both reeked of sex. As he rested his head against the Mage King's chest, he listened to the man's frantic heartbeat, and smiled. He had made the Mage King come and experience such pleasure.

"That was good," the Mage King said, his hand coming up from Cian's shoulder to pet his hair. "But trust me, princeling, this was just the start. Soon, you will feel pleasure and take delight in things you never thought imaginable. I look forward to showing you, teaching you, and using you."

Cian let out a delighted hum. "I look forward to it too."