10-08-2017, 06:45 PM
For the first time in what seemed like years, Armand woke up happy. He thought that finally he was given a chance at making his family proud, of carrying on the House of Albany. Maybe. This mysterious stranger waltzed in and promised the seemingly impossible. Armand can't get carried away. He had fallen for hoaxes before. Armand hoped this was not just another hoax; Emmett seemed too nice to behead.
Armand had not gotten out of bed yet when he realized he did not wake up with a massive throbbing erection. This was very unusual. Boy that man really knew his way around an organ. Armand had received sexual gratification from a man before but something was different about Emmett. It was like he projected this appetite. What was it he said? He wished the royal sperm ended up in his womb? Armand wished this as well now.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" shouted Armand as he sprang naked out of bed. He stretched his arms wide, loosening up his muscles.
It was Shepard at the door. Shepard had seem the kings equipment so often he didn't even register it anymore. "Sire will you be breakfasting with your guest this morning? He seems an odd fellow. Such ragged clothes. And what was wrong with his stomach?"
"Don't worry about that. Yes I will be breakfasting with Emmett. Did you put him up in the best room? The one with the surveillance screen in the portrait?"
"Yes of course Sire."
"Excellent. I can't be too careful you know. What should I wear to breakfast? Normally I just wear a loin cloth but that seems a bit too... informal today."
"Well why don't you throw a robe over it?"
"Perfect!" Armand got "dressed" and headed towards the private dining room. He arrived to find Emmett already there.
"Good morning." Armand stopped in his tracks. Emmett was still wearing his old rags. "Emmett, there must have been some clothes in the suite that you stayed in. You know you can help yourself to anything in there. Shepard, please fetch a robe for my guest to wear."
Armand had not gotten out of bed yet when he realized he did not wake up with a massive throbbing erection. This was very unusual. Boy that man really knew his way around an organ. Armand had received sexual gratification from a man before but something was different about Emmett. It was like he projected this appetite. What was it he said? He wished the royal sperm ended up in his womb? Armand wished this as well now.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" shouted Armand as he sprang naked out of bed. He stretched his arms wide, loosening up his muscles.
It was Shepard at the door. Shepard had seem the kings equipment so often he didn't even register it anymore. "Sire will you be breakfasting with your guest this morning? He seems an odd fellow. Such ragged clothes. And what was wrong with his stomach?"
"Don't worry about that. Yes I will be breakfasting with Emmett. Did you put him up in the best room? The one with the surveillance screen in the portrait?"
"Yes of course Sire."
"Excellent. I can't be too careful you know. What should I wear to breakfast? Normally I just wear a loin cloth but that seems a bit too... informal today."
"Well why don't you throw a robe over it?"
"Perfect!" Armand got "dressed" and headed towards the private dining room. He arrived to find Emmett already there.
"Good morning." Armand stopped in his tracks. Emmett was still wearing his old rags. "Emmett, there must have been some clothes in the suite that you stayed in. You know you can help yourself to anything in there. Shepard, please fetch a robe for my guest to wear."