C Mimic (w/Bhdire)

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With that, Emmett blushed darkly and looked down as he burrowed into the comforters as if to hide himself. He simply nodded at the kings instructions, having not much else to do as he had already undressed and now he was simply waiting on the older man. Wondering what the king was like beneath his robes, he hoped that the queen wouldn't cast him out, he truly just wanted to use his newfound strengths for good. What better than to help the barren king and queen have a child?

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Greyson returned to find an ostritch on the bed. He chuckled, for the first time in many years laughed wholeheartedly. "Come on Emmet. Relieve yourself from.suffocation." he said patting his highly raised bottom. Turning around to remove his robe, the king peeled away layers of clothing that are unnecessary extravagance than proper grandeur. It had been his queen's idea to fill the king's wardrobe with matching garments, even though they had long abandoned any attempt to wear them in pairs - quite the opposite for the king in fact, he had always tried his hardest to avoid that. Underneath the final simple white shirt, his body was well built but marred with scars, some of them.quite deep. He had his fair share of battle.wounds, and some newer ones were from hunting trips that he was taking frequently as a mean to escape from his queen's annoyingly high-pitched sound.

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Emmett removed the blankets from over his head and his lower half quivered at the light pat, the young man looked towards at the foot of the bed where the king stood and was blushing at the sight of the other disrobing as he never thought he would see the most prestigious man in the kingdom nude. He moved onto his knees and shifted forwards to rest his hands on Greyson's back lightly, running his hands down then back up beneath the fabric slowly to tug it off over his head gently, not meaning to rush the King or to be too... promiscuous but he wanted to prove himself and didn't want the spell to wear off before he could. Not that he thought it would, but there was always a possibility and he didn't want to let the older man down, now that they actually had a chance to be together and create a child. "What do you want? An adoring son or daughter?"He asked after a moment, tracing the lines in his skin with his fingers gently and back down to the edge of his underwear, pressing his bare chest to the other's back.

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The warmth pressing against his back had Greyson frozen for a split second, unaccustomed to another body pressing so near. He relaxed quickly and answered Emmet. "A son would be more fitting for our purpose, but I think a daughter would be good as well. It wouldnt be a decision of us anyway though." He answered. It had been a youthful folly of him to have lots of children, but that had been a dream long forgotten and abandoned. In fact he wasnt holding any hope now, even with Emmet's peculiar body and promise. He had been disappointed too many times to be naive enough to raise his hopes.

As Emmet traced his hands on his scars, he flinched at the gentlr touches that were for once, not medical. He growled at Emmet's teasing fingers tracing further south and pressed his own palms on them, ripping his underwear away, finishing Emmet's unspoken demand. Turning around, he had a sudden urge to kiss the young man, something he never did to any surrogates, and also his wife for a long time now.

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The young man explored where he wanted, carefully though as he knew boundaries though did test them many times with his personality. Despite being coy, it only seemed to mask how seductive he really tried to be,"No... It wouldn't be, but you can still wish can't you?"He asked against his ear and his eyes closed as his hands wound around his waist,"How many of each do you want?"He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows when he tore his own underwear away while his hands stayed where they were even as the older man turned around to face him. Emmett smiled softly as he looked over the details of the other's face, bringing his hands up to carress his cheeks then his jaw and chin,"Do you really want to do this?"He asked the king carefully, leaning in a bit so he felt his breath more as his hands wrapped around his neck to loop at the space between his shoulders.

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"I dunno... perhaps a dozen." Greyson smirked and answered casually. "What do you think? You able to produce that many? I am guessing you would have to stay around for many years to reach that number, assuming you are able to keep popping them out." He said as he brushed his hands up and down of Emmet's curvy body. His motion froze hearing the last question from the peasant. "I am willing, though if you have any doubt of this, we could stop right here and now. This is not an easy task to do, wirb you being a ... male. Appearing like a male. This is even harder on you. If you arent willing to, now is the time to tell." The older man warned. He gave such a choice to all his surrogates before.

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"A dozen?!"Emmett burst into laughter as he leaned into the King,"I'm thinking six."He said himself and shivered at the way the calluses of the older man's palms rubbed against his skin despite being nobility, it surpised him that his hands were so rough. It reminded him of the old man who taught him his magic and potions, infatuation seemed to come naturally to men or women who sought after him. "No... No doubt."He shook his head simply and looked down slightly as his fingers ran through the hair at the nape of his neck,"It may be hard, but I've never been one to turn down anything just because of difficulty."He tilted his head the other way and hummed quietly,"Your majesty... Let me make your dreams come true."He met his eyes as his own bright eyecolor seemed to glow in the warmth of daylight,"Make a promise to me, my King, and I will give you all that you desire... Within reason of course."He brought the man down with him slowly as he sank back down again on his back, smiling softly.

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The king looked into the young and innocent eyes of Emmet, feeling like they were pulling him forward, posessing some kind of magic over him. "What is it, Emmet? What's it that you want from me?" He asked, climbing onto the bed ans hovering.over the peasant, one arm planted on the bed supporting himself. His eyes were unable to be removed from Emmet's brilliant eyes, but his free hand continued to roam over his young body, mapping the contour. It would be his first time bedding with a boy, even though he would be using his female part.

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The mage noticed how the King was enamored by his eyes and didn't use much else to manipulate the other man's mind besides that as he watched his face,"I want your partnership... Spiritually... Your Queen can have you mentally, but I want everything else she doesn't claim."He looked at his lips and ran his thumb over the curve of his ear, leaning forwards just a bit,"When I hurt, you hurt... My heart is your heart... Our souls, one."He ran his fingers through his hair as his legs hooked around him,"Do you promise me that?"He asked gently, tilting his head and leaning forwards just a bit as if to kiss him, though their breaths just mingled for a while.

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"How would that be possible?" The king asked, still clinging to the last of his sensibility. He was a realistic man and he wouldn't want to commit into something that he would be unable to actualize, or that he would regret later. "How could such a bonding be built. And why would you want that?" He asked, confused but not totally repulsed by the idea. It certainly was appealing to him to have one who would share his emotions and burden, having been alone for so long. He was so used to his solitude he craved for some companionship.

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"How?"He smiled softly as he looked over his face for a few moments,"Let's just say it's a serious thing when you give other men your word."He stroked the side of his face and tilted his head back as his eyes closed for a moment, their bodies pressed together until he sighed quietly,"You ask a lot of questions my king... Being a sensible man, I understand why it would be hard for you to understand my offer."He let their noses touch then and ran his fingers through his hair,"Just say yes and life will be a wonderful dream for the both of us... No worries, many beautiful children...everything you desire."He repeated, somewhere his familiar watched them, as it's master worked his magic in the secret as he was taught by his own teacher.

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(Hmm what i recall is magic was strictly forbidden in this world, like it was taboo to even mention it. You want to see that also being applicable here or not?)

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(OH wow thanks!)

The vision that Emmet offered was simply too ideal to resist and the king finally succumbed to his words. "yes" he muttered, his hand tracing the features of Emmet's. Somewehre deep inside his body, he could feel a resonance with Emmet. THis young man was touching him in places he didn't know exist. Before their marriage, he thought he had this resonance with Flora but it soon proved to be not the case. It was next to impossible for him to have this feeling with the others, for his queen had made sure only dump and ugly looking girls could be selected for being a surrogate, not wanting anyone to pose a threat to her position.

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At that, Emmett allowed their lips to touch briefly,"As you desire, your majesty."He whispered, he felt his magic crawl out of himself like tendrils to carress the hurting places of the man above him. The places where the Queen had sucked the life out of him, he made it his duty now to use his own brimming soul and fill in the empty places,"As long as you are just as dedicated to me as I am to you."He rubbed the side of his face with his thumb,"Now, let's conceive a child, my king."He smiled softly at him after business was done, after this their souls would be one completely, as singular as two people could be together.

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There's some injection of some sort into his body, the king could somehow feel. It felt refreshing, like he was rejuvenated, back to the days when he could still laugh and enjoy a carefree life. He kissed Emmet once more, this time deeper and more lingering, as they started getting into action. His hands lower down to cup Emmet's bum, kneading them and then parted ways as one hand move upward to his back, and the other further down to explore his genitals. They had both been naked already so their members had been brushing against each other already, making each other's abdomen a total mess.

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The young man leaned up into the kiss, his eyes closing and fingers grasping at the other's hair and flesh as he pushed himself up against him. Their cocks pressing together and leaving moist droplets everywhere over their lower abdomins, to have a 'straight' man all to himself now was a feat to awe at. He was powerful, he had confidence in that now, years after his teacher had died, he finally understood why he was taken in as a prodigy.

Their love making was sensual, one would think it was a woman beneath the king's muscular frame as Emmett arched his back at his deep thrusts inside of him. His mouth gaping wide as breathless sounds escaped him, true moans of ecstasy as his soul mate sank further and further into him. He captured his lips in a kiss while his body shuddered beneath him, praying to the gods for a son, a first son for the king, one healthy and strong. When their session ended, high and satisfied as he collapsed back against the mattress, lips moist and skin glistening with sweat, his eyes closed and he simply rested his mind after the binding.

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THe king also collapsed beside Emmet. Their session together left him very fulfilled. He wasn't tired at all, on contrary, he felt energized. Simiar to how he felt after those huntings, where he sweat a lot and found release somehow, away from all troubling state affairs and most importantly, his wife. He turned his head to look into the sleeping and relaxed face of Emmet, curious of how this young man managed to have such an effect on him.

The king spent a little more time with the peasant,until a small knock could be heard from the door. It was time to leave, but before that, the king gently lifted the man up, wrapping him tightly in a sheet. He asked for the maid to change their sheets, which were totally ruined, stained with fluids and Emmet's virgin blood. He put the young man, who's still blissfully sleeping, back on the clean beddings, pull the quilt over him, and left quietly. He hoped sincerely as he closed the door, that he had successfully conceived Emmet, so that he would have more time with this peculiar young man.

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The next day, no one had came to the King to tell him any news about the young man and when he came to ask about him none of his servants understood the person he spoke of. It was as if Emmett hadn't existed, even his wife had seemed to have no memory of the strange affair, the constant back and forth of whether the man he had slept with existed lasted for months. Six to be exact, a long time to be without someone whom you felt bonded with you deeper than just physcially. Especially when even in his dreams he imagined him.

It was midday when Emmett had finally came back, he had his bag again, filled with his personal affects and once again his cat whom he held in his arms. He stood in the castle foyer after being escorted in, waiting for the King and Queen to arrive, it was exactly the same as before. Before he was carrying a child, he shifted from foot to foot, wishing for a seat as even halfway through his pregnancy his back ached from the weight inside of him.

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The king had for a period of time thought he had finally gone insane under the pressure from all ends, imagining a complete story on his own. The emptiness he felt didnt help with matter as well, and he had fell into a deeper depressed mofr for a few months. Eventually he had convinced himsrlf it should be just a particularly vivid dream that he had, and renewed his passion in state affairs. That "dream" had triggered some part of him that yearn for changes, and he started planning against the queen. He wanted to struggle out of the restraints and looming presence of Flora.

The announcement of a peculiar young man asking for their presence regarding issue of his legacy had came as a surprise, and the moment he stepped into the hall, he was stunned. Emmet. The boy he thought was a dream. He froze at the entrance, unable to move forward.

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Emmett moved so he could place his bag on the ground near his feet with his cat under his arm who seemed pleased to be there, the young man offered a smile and bowed as far as he could with his stomach. "Your highnesses."He pressed his lips together as not to seem too thrilled to be there with the Queen being suspicious as she had been months ago, maybe even more so now with the size of his stomach. Though he wasn't dressed as a man, of course not while pregnant, that would spark too many questions and so he wore a long cloak and let his hair grow out long. This time he had washed his hair as well as his skin, he looked to be glowing with life and a beautiful woman if someone didn't know the truth of the genitalia beneath his skirt. His eyes lingered on the king and he felt the energy between them expand and burn as soon as their presences met and he had to tear his eyes away to look at the Queen. "Thank you for giving me your time."His voice was normal, it had never been low either way.