Under Siege (WolfDog x Rumpleteaser) (18+)

March 1, 2017

Name: Emilio Langheim

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 5'6"

Social Status: Second prince

Ability: See people's futures by touching skin to skin.

Personality: Gentle, kind, He is the light and the heart of the kingdom. The heart to his older brother's brain and charisma.

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"Keep going!! Emilio shouted towards his fleeing family. "You guys go, I'll find the religious leader. I don't want to leave him behind." The second prince lowered the gate to separate his family from the pursuers... as well as himself. He reached out through the bars and his brother grasped his hand, images flooding into his brain of their attempted escape. "You'll be alright. I promise you'll make it," he assured his brother and parents before slipping his hand away and running back the way they came. As much as his family didn't want to leave, they didn't have a choice and were forced to turn their backs on the second prince and flee as fast as they could.

The purple-haired male slowed down as he panted heavily. He wasn't completely out of shape but he'd been using his powers almost all day as his brother grabbed him and pulled him along while he tried to find a way for them to escape. Of course, that's when he saw it; the route they would take to escape. Finally, the visions helped him and his whole family as Emilio told his family of the secret passage way beneath the castle. As they had been running, he knew the religious leader was left behind and refused to flee without him. Someone had to go back and so, Emilio chose to and set his family free as he tried to go back.

However, the second prince, and the heart of the kingdom didn't have time to truly catch his breath as he found himself completely surrounded. Men... those that had been chasing his family. He was caught. Emilio wanted to explain that he wasn't running away but there was no way these muscle heads were going to listen and the purple-haired male struggled to reason and explain that it was alright.

This didn't seem to work on bit. In fact, he was captured by the men. Though, they didn't seem to take him to the prince, their leader, right away. Instead, he was brought to an alternative room for just him and the men to get on a little... interrogation....

March 1, 2017

Name: Prince Moraine Terres

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5'10"

Social status: Fifth in line for the crown of Seethin Terres

Ability: No magical abilities. Strategy, swordsmanship, knifework.

Personality: Prince Moraine is a man of careful planning and forceful action. He is decisive, cunning and quick with words and actions. He very much enjoys control and doing what he wants, when he wants. He expects people to follow him rather than the other way around. Obviously, that doesn't sit well with four brothers ahead of him so he made his own plans to be king. At the same time, his kingdom wants to expand its territories. He's already helped conquer the kingdoms to the north and west of Seethin Terres, setting up his brothers with their own thrones.

Name: Advisor Ulrich del Mornis

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Social status: Religious leader and king's chief advisor

Personality: Ulrich is one of two people who know about Prince Emilio's premonition abilities. He acts as Emilio's teacher and confidante, preparing the next generation spiritual leader to take his place. He is level-headed, thoughtful and loyal to his people.

'Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems we've got a little canary fluttering around our dungeons,' came the purring, triumphant voice of one of the men. 'What are you doing down here, little canary?'

The men strode forward, swords and knives at the ready. There was little place for the young prince to go. All they had to do was corner him and lock him away in one of the cells. Soon their captive was surrounded by six fully grown men, all eager to grab hold of him. They weren't going to let their finely dressed captive get away. No doubt he was one of the royals, hiding out down there or trying to escape through some secret passage. The men weren't going to allow that.

'Does the little canary have a name? Where were you trying to go?' the team leader asked.

The man at the lead snatched hold of the front of the young man's robes with his blood stained gauntlet. He yanked him close while the others surround the purple-haired prince and grabbed at his hair to get a better look at him.

'He's a good looker, such a gentle beauty,' one of the men said.

'Easy tiger, we wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face,' the leader said, then grinned. 'Or maybe that's exactly what we want to do.'

The team leader took off one of his gauntlets and tucked it under his arm. Still gripping at the young man's chest, he traced one sweaty hand down the man's robes. He moved his hand back up and gripped tight at the young man's throat before ripping his shirt open to take a look at that slender chest. A deep, appreciative rumble escape his throat as he traced along that smooth skin and reached down to flick at one of the nipples with his rough, scarred hand.

'Take him to one of the cells and find some rope to tie him up. Prince Moraine wants answers and I think this boy has them,' the leader said. 'Don't you think it's strange to find all the dungeons empty with just this boy running around?'

The men dragged the young man off and threw him forcefully against the back of one of the cells. One of the men went to get rope while the leader closed the cell door behind him. He was looking at the young man as if he were a whore ready and waiting to be fucked. The men gripped hard at the young man's shoulders and knees. Their gauntlets were covered in blood and their iron grip was hard enough to bruise. The team leader crouched down in front of the man and traced a sweaty, bloody hand down that fine neck. He twisted an ear, traced a finger along those lips then grabbed the young man with both hands to rip his shirts even wider, exposing that smooth flesh. It looked like the young man had never need touched.

'Have you ever felt the touch of a woman before? How about another man?' he asked. 'It's going to be very painful, I assure you.'

One of the men snickered. His hand strayed up from the young man's knee to his groin and back down again. The young man's legs were spread wide.

'Now, what's your name, poppet? How do you fit into the scheme of things?' the team leader asked.

March 2, 2017

Emilio glanced around a bit. He was about to open his mouth to give at least his name but quickly bit his lip until he was pulled forward by the lead man as the others pulled at his purple hair, yanking it out of his face to get a better look at his features. He could feel some of their skin brushing his own causing visions of their futures to flood his head. Now, it was nearly impossible to ask the question as reality bent in his mind and the words came like distant dreams, far away and unable to be understood. The prince couldn't hear but could feel everything being done to his body. After only a moment, one man's future took over as his neck was grabbed with his bare hand. This wasn't good at all.... the prince was terrified as his shirt was ripped open and his chest touched by bare hands.

What was happening? He could see multiple futures as he felt his chest and nipples being touched and played with. Terrified, the prince was completely at their mercy as the men seemed to get more and more into it. This was so disgusting... He was a man....

Suddenly there was a moment of quiet as the prince was released from his powers but was dragged off towards a cell where he was tossed to the side, hitting the wall and freezing up. Emilio clung to the wall looking over at the man that looked at him like prey. He was a man... what good would he gain from raping another guy? Emilio started to tremble as more men grabbed hold of him with such rough grips it felt like he was going to break right there. His shirt was ripped open even farther and the clear leader of this group began to hungrily move over the purple-haired prince.

"Please, don't do this..." it was all he could manage before more visions flooded his mind. It was so terrible!!! "No, please don't touch me!!" Emilio shouted as terrible visions of death filled his brain. It wasn't even all of their deaths but of those they will kill. "Stop... I'm Emilio..." they managed to back off the touching of his skin enough for him to pull out the name.

March 5, 2017

'What's the matter, little canary? Don't you like our touch?' one of the men purred.

Emilio's head was twisted to the side and a blood smeared hand stroked along his jaw almost affectionately. Hands traced up Emilio's cheek, fingered along the pulse point of his neck and traced down to his clavicle. There were several of them all cramming around him to get a feel of the pretty little thing. Such soft hair, such a pretty colour. It didn't matter that he was male. He was more of a woman dressed up in fine robes than a man. It didn't count if he still looked feminine.

'Emilio, is it? What are you doing down here?' the leader asked. He flicked away the men pawing at their captive. They still had an interrogation to conduct. 'Where are the royals, Emilio? Tell us where they are and we'll let you go. It's not you we want.'

'What are the royals planning? Why didn't they put up more of a resistance?' he asked.

The leader took a knife out from amongst his armour and placed it at Emilio's groin. One slash ripped through the fabric at Emilio's groin where two others slit down his pants. The leader tore apart the cut fabric until his captive was bare to the knees. A soft moaning hum escaped his throat at the sight of such soft, fine flesh. He reached out to touch it and stroke his rough hands up those thighs. He leaned in, brought his lips up to sniff at Emilio's hair. It smelled of fine oils, as though the man had just bathed.

'You're one of them, aren't you? No commoner would have be so well taken care of. Who are you, Emilio? How do you fit into their scheme?' he asked. His hand traced down Emilio's body as he spoke. His hand slipped beneath the young man's undergarments and cupped gently at what he found there. He curled his hand around it and stroked slowly back and forth.

'You know what's going to happen to you if you fail our questions, don't you poppet?' he purred. 'When I'm finished with you, I'm going to leave you to my men. They're very... hungry... after working so hard to find you. We've got plenty of time on our hands before we bring you back to Prince Moraine. We might even leave you down here for others to play with you.'

The hand gripped harder and frisked roughly a few times before slipping lower. One thick finger traced around the young man's entrance before slipping in, testing its responses. He slipped it in and out before slipping in a second and third finger. The other men held Emilio in place while he continued to just play around in there and search for the prostate. His fingers curled back and froth against it and his short cropped nails scratched the sensitive skin.

'So what's it going to be, poppet? Are you going to tell us what we want or are we going to take it from you?' he asked, thrusting his fingers in deeper. He spread them wide then started to stretch the young man out. He doubted it would fit much in the first time but Emilio would be very loose by the end of it.

March 8, 2017

Even gentle touches to his cheeks, neck, or chest were enough to completely flood Emilio with visions. They were messy, mixed up, his brain suffocating to tell who was who and to get all the visions through. "NO!!!" Emilio cried as he saw flashes of death one after another. Some were of the men's fated end an others were of them killing people in other towns... Even some from his own home. It was too much for him to bare. Of course, he also couldn't hear what the main male was saying as he interrogated the young prince. Emilio wasn't sure when he screamed his protest... could have been when the man asked what he was doing in the dungeon or when he asked what he knew about the family. Either way, he didn't want to be touched anymore as the men continued to place their dirty paws all over him.

There was a moment when the visions paused, only to be replaced with Emilio glancing over to find a knife near his crotch. He was quickly startled but the beautiful fabric he wore was quickly torn away with one stroke of the knife. Emilio let out a whimper as he watched unable to fight back. "Stop...." His voice was weak as Emilio was in tears before he lost his sight again to the visions as he was touched. Every finger, every tiny bit of contact where skin met skin could be felt and followed with floods of images that made the young prince more and more terrified as this continued.

These men were fully aware that he was a male, and yet, their fingers stroke him and groped him like he were a female, a hand even going so far as to penetrate his undergarments and stroke his length. There had been times that Emilio had been told he was prettier than a girl but he wasn't usually mistaken for one. Though, if one were to dress him in women's clothing, he would certainly be able to pass as one.

"No.... Stop...." He pleaded in a shaking voice. Of course, that seemed to only arouse the men more as he then felt a finger slide up his entrance and penetrated his most private areas. "I can't," he managed though with that timing, it sounded as though he had just said that he couldn't give the information on the royal family. Emilio dug his own grave opening his mouth the way he did. Still, it was all he could do when he couldn't hear them or see beyond the visions he was having.

The icing of ultimate shame on the cake was his erection. It was hard as a rock, sticking straight up with the most vigor and every part of his twitched for a release. Emilio couldn't help but moan as he was no longer in control of either his body or his voice. Everything that the prince was, stripped away from him without a care. It hurt, he couldn't help but be a puppet to their play... a toy for their sexual desire. It hurt so much but Emilio couldn't do anything...

March 15, 2017

'What's the matter poppet? We haven't even opened you up yet!' one of the men cooed. 'There's not a scratch on you.'

The man took his fingers out and spat on them a few times before slipping three fingers back inside. He used two to spread the hole and one to flick back and forth inside it. He could feel the sides closing in on him and responding to his touch. The brat really seemed to like having his prostate scratched and tickled like that, even if he was begging for it to stop.

'You can't what? You can't tell us or you can't take it?' the captain asked. 'If you can't tell us, we can't stop.'

'Ha ha! You liked that, didn't you? Your clit is already hard and begging to be stroked,' he commented.

One of the men laughed, followed by a few other chuckles, as Emilio's body began to respond. He was soon erect and leaking as if he loved every moment of it. This only spurred the men on. The leader took the erection in his hand and began to stroke it gently. Back and forth he went over the neck and head of Emilio's cock until even more fluids came out. Both his hands were soon slick with fluids until there was more than enough to continue with. Who needed lubricant when Emilio was offering up so my pre-ejectory fluids?

'Little slut. Anything will do, right? I bet you've done this before,' he said in a rumbling tone as he continued to milk Emilio's cock. 'A little thing like you, dressed up like the king's favourite concubine. Is that what you are, Emilio?'

The captain pulled his fingers out and scraped the fluids back into the young man's hole, poking it in there and wriggling his fingers around for extra effect. He looked up around at his men then moved back to stand up.

'Where's that rope I asked for? Let's get him into position,' he ordered.

Emilio was dragged to his feet and hauled over to the side of the cell. He was thrown against the bars with his arms high above his head and his legs spread wide. While the captain held him in place, facing the bars, the other men roped up his wrists and ankles. These men were experts at knot tying and would make sure the ropes were good and tight so Emilio couldn't even get a foot out. The captain then ripped the rest of the young man's pants wider so they fell around his ankles then angled him so his arse was pointing out. He was a pretty picture there, clothes a mess and body spread for the taking.

The leader of the group quickly undid his own drawstrings and began to stroke his cock into hardness. He held onto his dick with one hand and came forward to rest it against Emilio's stretched hole. He gripped the young man's hip with his other hand and bent over the boy's body. He gave a soft moan and slowly pushed his cock inside. The young man's arse was tight and needed a proper working before the captain could fit his whole cock in there. He began to work his hips faster and faster, gripping Emilio's rump with both hands as he enjoyed fucking the weakling. One hand slid up the front of his chest and began to flick back and forth across his nipple. He gripped and pawed at the young man, enjoying that perfectly smooth body.

'Oh yes, men, this one's a keeper. Hnnng! This little bitch is staying down here until we're sick of him,' he said between groans. 'Go ahead and touch him all you want. I'm more than willing to share.'

March 22, 2017

"Please stop..." Emilio's voice was growing weaker as his body seemed to grow sluttier. There was nothing he could do as the man played with his cock, milking it to use as lubricant for his ass. The imprisoned prince whimpered as he was blindly messed with, these men turning him into a disaster. He cried, unable to do anything until finally, the man pulled his fingers away and demanded the ropes his men were suppose to have brought over. Taking a few breathes, Emilio had a moment to break from the nauseating visions and disgusting touches. Of course, that was nowhere near the end of it.

The men grabbed at the prince and dragged him to his feet where Emilio finally started putting up a fight. He screamed and struggled as the men easily pulled him along and bound him to the bars of the cell. The ropes were pulled tight and showed no signs of weakness leaving young Emilio helpless to yet another onslaught of sexual attacks... starting with the leader propping him up and positioning his own dick against Emilio's entrance after tearing away his pants until they were nothing but scraps of fabric around his ankles.

The man wasted no time at all as he began pushing the head of his cock into the prince's hole. It hurt so much that Emilio couldn't help but scream out in pain as more men came over at the leader's orders and began to touch and grab at him all over again. The visions were becoming blurry and mixed up as they flashed in every now and then to interrupt the main one he was forced to see from the man that was filling him with pain. "STOP!!!" He screamed and panted as he struggled against what his body was doing to show otherwise.

This was so incredibly shameful and yet, there was nothing Emilio could do.. He couldn't even try to push one of the men away as he was tied up and unable to move. Though it was colder down here in the dungeons, his body was burning up from the touch and sex that was forced onto him. He tried to twist one of his wrists but nothing good came of it. The movement only made the ropes dig deeper, rubbing and burning his wrists. Twisting his ankles to try and move away from the man connected to him was also no good.

Tears streamed down Emilio's face. Never had he felt like this before; the pain and the shame was enough to cause him to want to lose his mind. He couldn't hear much from his brain going fuzzy with visions but it sounded like laughter as the men played with and teased the broken prince.

April 21, 2017

'There's no use screaming, Poppet. We're the only ones down here,' one of the men said. Fingers were thrust into Emilio's mouth and traced along his jaw before plunging deep inside him until his gag reflex would react. The fingers still had blood and grit on them, no doubt some poor soul had lost limb and life at the very same hands now violating the prince. One of the men even landed a blow to Emilio's cheek as he tried to fight before he was thrust into position. Emilio was struck again, this time to the floating rib, before the struggling seemed to settle.

The man fucking Emilio started to thrust deeper and harder into the young man. His moans came in short succession and his breath had a panting quality to it. His hands continued to trace over the prince's body, feeling that smooth, milky skin. He moved down to grip the young man's cock a few times and start to work it over too. All the while he kept himself bent close over the prince's body so they rubbed up against one another. It felt so good. The brat was a good ride, even if he was a sobbing mess.

'Come on, moan a little. These tears are doing nothing for me,' he barked through his panting. He leaned back and shoved one cruel thrust up into Emilio's arse before going back to his original pace. He wanted to hear moans, he wanted to hear panting and he wanted the brat to yelp like he was enjoying it.

'Aaah, yesss. Enjoy it, you little slut. Hnnng!' the man moaned. He started to slow and rub his cock against the prince's prostate in short jerks. He was getting close now. He could feel it in his dick. The leader pulled out almost the whole way before thrusting in hard. He did this several times before his hips bucked and precum leaked from his cock. He let out a long groan, thrust in deep twice more then pulled out completely to cum up the prince's back. The man stood back panting, hands on his hips as he eyed Emilio off. Gods, he felt good after that.

'All right, Regie. You're next. We'll go in order of rank then age. Hurry up because we'll have to report back soon and I want a second turn with him,' he ordered as he tied up his drawstrings. He took a deep, snorting breath through his nose and stood back to enjoy the show. Regie was already running his hands down those sweaty thighs and giving that tight little arse a good slap.

Each of the men had their way with Emilio, making sure to cum up his back rather than inside him. The prince was torn open by the end of it and bleeding severely. They hadn't prepared him enough and he'd had entirely too much dick. His arse was loose by when it was over and their leader had a disappointing second ride. The thing was no doubt exhausted after having so many men at once, not to mention they didn't know about the visions he was constantly experiencing through the entire ordeal.

When they were finished with him, the men wiped off his back but left him tied up like that. They didn't tend his bleeding arse or fix his tattered clothes. He was left half standing, half hanging against the bars of the cell to await the next group of men to find him. In their report they just mentioned finding a little whore down in the dungeons rather than saying the name "Emilio". As such, Prince Moraine Terres didn't even concern himself with Prince Emilio. Why would he care if the men had their way with one of the kingdom's subjects? Having something to toy with was good for morale and kept the soldiers from causing trouble with the populace.

May 13, 2017

It hurt.... It hurt..... It hurt so much.... Emilio felt every thrust, every buck, the hot semen that stained his back. It was so cold... Something warm and sticky was running down his legs... Emilio just couldn't tell if it was cum or if it was something else... Though... based on the pain alone... it was probably blood. Honestly, the prince couldn't even see by the end of it. Somewhere around the fifth man, he practically lost consciousness. Emilio's eyes glazed over and they seemed to have no life left in them. Heck, he probably appeared dead with how pale and limp he was. The only thing that said other wise was the gasping for air and occasional grunt or groan in response to what the men were doing to him. The visions had stopped as well somewhere around the 8th or 10th man... Heck, he couldn't tell.

All that was left of the prince when the men were done was a dirty rag with a gaping hole in his ass that bled like a river stream. He was hung by his wrists, pressed against a wall, his weak feet pressed against the ground, he body bent in a strange angle. Emilio still had his eyes open but he was unconscious. Every part of him hurt... His ass, his jaw, his ribs, his wrists, his swollen cheek, even his hair as many men tugged at it to get a reaction out of him. The prince was in terrible shape and would likely die at the rate he was bleeding from such a sensitive area.

It was several hours before he even twitched to show signs of life. His voice came in a dry, desperate sound that formed no words but was something unlike anything else, high pitched and yet level. His whole body shivered and shifted slightly before he suddenly formed words in that dry mouth of his. "I... am... Emilio..... L...... Lang-......." His body couldn't form all the words he wanted so his last name seemed to just drop off. "P-please.... L-.... let meh....... see...... Adviser ........... Ulrich del Mornis. He managed to say what he needed but he couldn't even tell if anyone was around or if anyone would care or listen. Though, it was strange that he knew the name of the personal adviser to the royal family. Plus, he did begin to say a last name and only those with some kind of status actually had last names. Still, in his condition, he could just be saying random things... Especially since the guards already thought he just worked in the castle.

He could only hope that one of the men nearby found it strange enough to at least go tell their prince that he was saying something about the adviser and that his name was Emilio. "I am..... Emilio...." He tried again but his voice and strength gave out as his body shivered from the cold before giving out again... not that it actually did much but twitch and quiver. He seemed to fall unconscious again but his eyes were still slightly open with no life to them left. It was almost as if he were still watching the horrors of what happened and what was to come through the visions still no one knew about.

The young prince had no idea what he was hoping for or expecting... Even if one guard did tell his prince about the purple-haired boy calling himself Emilio, what would happen to him? The prince probably wasn't going to save him... and if he did, would it really be any better in his arms than down here in this dungeon? Now it was the question whether or not this was a good idea... Should he have said what he did? It didn't matter now, Emilio was running on a kind of auto pilot when he spoke so his brain wasn't telling him what he did or didn't want.

May 17, 2017

'What did you say his name was?' came the icy, strained tone of Prince Moraine Terres's voice.

The prince snatched his commander by the front of the man's armour and pulled out a dagger. He pressed the thing up behind the man's chin and made a small incision. Blood trickled down the knife. Prince Moraine leaned forward and stared deep into the man's eyes. He was furious with the commander of his army but killing him there would only mean someone more incompetent would take the post. The commander had served him well thus far. It would send the wrong message to punish him too severely over the man's mistake. Nonetheless, someone would pay if the men had been using Prince Emilio as a stress relief toy for the past two weeks.

'His name is Emilio, my Lord. He's given us no other details and seems to know nothing,' the man replied.

'"Seems to" and "does" are two different things, Commander Eyker,' he said, twisting the knife slightly.

'Yes, my Lord,' the man replied. He did not flinch as the knife was traced down to his throat.

'Emilio is the name of the youngest prince. Did you realise that, Commander?'

'No, Prince Moraine,' the man replied.

'What do you intend to do about it?' the prince asked.

'I will bring him to you, my Lord.'

'No, leave him there. I will see him for myself. You will find the team responsible for searching the dungeons and bring me their leader,' the prince decided aloud.

'Of course, my Lord,' the commander replied, still looking straight ahead.

'GO!' the prince shouted into his face. 'AND YOU! FOLLOW ME!'

Prince Moraine jammed his gauntletted finger at the two men who attended him. They straightened up at his attention and saluted him. He marched them down to the dungeons at double speed, expecting them to keep up with his long strides. He was going to see the little harlot for himself. The man had been down there for two weeks by now without food, water or sanitation. It was almost freezing this time of year and there wasn't a single light there. All torches were brought down and removed when the men left. The prince knew his men well. They would not have been gentle with him. The prince had forbid them from taking brides of war for that very reason. They were to pay for women's services or use the harlot in the dungeons to let off their frustration.

'You really are a mess,' came the smooth, amused tone of the prince's voice.

The invading prince leaned against the bars of Emilio's cell and eyes him off as if the sight pleased him. It was amusing to see the kingdom's treasured younger prince brought so low. He held up his torch to inspect the younger man hanging in his bonds and had his men unlocked the cell door. As he walked over, he noted the striking hair colour that was depicted in a few of the family portraits. It was such a unique colour. His men should have noticed that immediately. His gauntlet took a fistful of that cum soaked mat of hair and yanked it back. He held the torch closer to the man's face so he could get a better look at his prey. He then let go and raised his hand to strike the creature harshly across the side of the head.

'Are you Prince Emilio Langheim?' the prince demanded loudly, making sure his voice would get through to the creature.

The cold metal of his gauntlet ran down the man's back. He bent down to slip a hand down his inner thigh then back up again to scrunch the man's package. He scrunched it tight and rolled it around in his hand before moving onto the cock. He gave it a physical inspection for hardness, length and girth before giving a small chuckle. He moved behind the thing and ripped off the last of the tattered clothing, tossing it over against the wall. The thing was so battered, bruised and filthy. No doubt he would have infections and wounds to treat, perhaps even a fever or illnesses from the cold, dry air. Prince Moraine could see his men had done a number on the man's arse.

'Hold this!' he demanded of one of his men, passing over the flaming torch.

Prince Moraine parted the man's buttocks and thrust two fingers inside, gauntlet and all. He thrust back and forth a few times before flicking the blood and cum on the young man's back. There was a lot in there by the looks of things. He'd been used recently. There was fresh blood running down the backs of his legs and cum bubbling from his arse. It was repugnant. The prince was impressed Emilio had lasted so long like this. Prince Moraine wondered what type of mental state the man would be in after such an ordeal. It hardly mattered either way. He would make a great pawn if the previous king and queen wanted to see their precious little flower again.

May 17, 2017

The only reason Emilio was even still alive was because so many men insisted on using his mouth when his ass was either occupied or too dirty for even them to bother at the time. If it weren't for that then the young prince would have died from not drinking anything for the past couple weeks. His body was always shivering now in an attempt to keep warm in the cold dungeons while at the same time, it was fighting off several infections as well as a terrible fever. His lips were starting to turn purple at this point and he moved more like a rag doll than a human. For a while now, his body had stopped reacting to anything, his eyes still glazed over and blind while he slipped in and out of consciousness.

When Prince Moraine walked in and grabbed at his hair, Emilio still didn't react. He was actually unconscious after his last use that had just taken place shortly before the prince had come down. So, naturally he was unable to even respond to his name. The cold gauntlets against his back that only burned because of his unnaturally high fever, did nothing to make him react but when those finger penetrated his ass where the worst cuts and infection was, Emilio's whole body seemed to jump before falling back into place. The purple-haired boy even made a bizarre gurgling sound for a second but that was it and he remained unconscious.

Sure enough, Emilio was on his last leg as he would either die from starvation, the infection, or simply his fever getting worse and damaging his brain by cooking it. It was only a matter of time before one of these things claimed the bony prince. Emilio's complexion would make ghosts look tan with the exception of his face which was bright red from illness. Even his wrists bled from the bindings though he was nothing but skin and bones now so the bindings would probably have to be redone soon or he might just slip right out of them.

His name and hair color should be enough to go off of but if it wasn't, he was hardly recognizable anymore. His body was even skinnier than before; his ribs showed, his waist was so tiny, a small child could probably get their arms around him. It was amazing the men still found pleasure with his condition... it was also fairly amazing that none of them had caught his cold or he hadn't been hit with a strange disease... Though he might have. Emilio would have to get cleaned up and heal up in order to find out.

May 25, 2017

Prince Moraine sighed and wiped his hands together as though cleaning them off. He supposed it couldn't be helped. If this was the prince, Prince Moraine wasn't going to get anything out of him here. He would have to be healed up before he was of any use to anyone. Even if he wasn't the prince, it would still be good to heal him up before giving him back to the men. Maybe Moraine would find somewhere more suitable to put the harlot back to work.

The prince untied the ropes holding the unconscious little slut in place and scooped him up into his arms. There was nothing for it. He just carried the thing out bridal style, leaving his two companions to trail after him with the torch. He carried the unconscious, naked mess up through the levels of the dungeons to the castle beyond. The men placed the torch in a bracket by the doorway as they followed. Emilio was taken to the infirmary and laid down on a bed. The matron came rushing in and gasped at the sight of her beloved prince fucked up and flushed with fever.

'What have you done?!' she gasped.

'I didn't do anything. Be grateful I found him before he died. Now fix him!' the prince ordered. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down at the wreck on the bed. 'So I take it this is Prince Emilio then?'

'Yes, this is the heart of our nation. The poor boy! How could anyone survive such barbarity?' she said, almost in tears. She wiped her eye and reached out to stroke his hair.

'Crying isn't going to help him. Move!' he demanded. 'You're to report to me when you're finished. I want constant updates on his condition. He's to be up and walking again within the week.'

'Forgive me, my lord. The fever could take more than a week to break,' she answered in a meek voice.

'Then you can take your job and stick it up your arse! Find someone more qualified,' the prince snapped.

'You're lucky the boy is still alive! He needs time to heal!' she said, shaking her head to hold back the tears.

Prince Moraine raised his gauntlet and struck the middle-aged woman across the face. He held his hand up a second time and looked ready to give her a harder blow. The woman just stared with wide, tearful eyes as he glared down at her. There was a large, red mark across her cheek and she looked frightened. She lowered her eyes and muttered a weak "yes, my lord."

The next second, the door to the infirmary burst open and Advisor Ulrich del Mornis came striding in. He looked furious and felt worried. He came over to the bed without looking at Prince Morraine or the matron and hovered over the unconscious young man without touching him. The prince was naked so it was easy to see what had been done to him.

'What have you done?' he breathed in a cold voice, without looking up. 'Do you realise what this means? What the people would do if they knew this? This man is our people's pride and joy. He is beloved by all.'

'And now he is "beloved" by my men. Thanks to him, none of your women were raped,' the prince replied.

'Raped?! This is what you people do to those you rule?' he said in an outraged voice, barely beyond shouting.

'Call it the spoils of war. This is what happens when men go to war.'

'You sicken me!'

'Don't be so naive. Your country has grown fat and lazy. It was time you woke up from your daydream,' he said carelessly.

May 26, 2017

Prince Emilio didn't even flinch to the commotion going on around him as he was moved to the infirmary and everyone seemed to bicker about how he'd been treated. His body was more or less use to loud sounds with the men always shouting at him as they mercilessly fucked him so it was no wonder he didn't wake. However, his eyes did finally close all the way and soon he was looking a little more at peace though he was still in such horrible shape.

A week had come and on the last day, the young prince finally woke. His body was still fighting off the infection, though it was healing rather well. His wrists were healed leaving barely a pink mark from the bindings and his ass had long stopped bleeding and should be fully healed, infection gone and all, in another 4 or 5 days. Sadly, Emilio's fever persisted, though far lower now. His fever finally broke after a couple days and started to go down and while he still had it, it wasn't nearly high enough to threaten his life anymore. The prince was still nothing but skin and bone from not eating or drinking enough but he was getting fluids and he was finally clean. A little sweaty from being in bed so long with so many blankets on him but he'd been washed again and again to prevent more of an infection.

The prince slowly opened his eyes trying to adjust to the light... Damn it was hard... Even the slightest light seemed to burn his eyes away to nothing. Still, Emilio managed to focus after several minutes and he glanced around. He wasn't in the dungeon anymore... He was actually somewhere warm... It was so comfy... Just then he tilted his head slightly and the movement must have caught the adviser's attention because he jumped up seeing the prince was awake. "Adviser Mornis...." Emilio's voice cracked a little but he seemed really happy to see the adviser. The prince smiled a bit trying his best.

One hand was pulled out of the blankets and the prince held it up for the adviser to take. This was such and odd thing for Emilio to do but when he took the hand, he simply said, "You're really warm." And that was it... No prediction, no visions at all. Emilio simple closed his eyes and relaxed feeling the warmth of another. His body still seemed unable to see visions as if he were temporarily blind or something. Just waiting for his vision to return. "I'm happy you're here," he added. Emilio wanted to talk but the light was too bright for him to keep his eyes open so he spoke with them closed for now.

June 1, 2017

'Emilio!' the adviser exclaimed, jumping slightly in his seat.

He'd been on the verge of falling asleep himself. His hands were clasped in his lap and his head was tilted forward on his chest. The moment Emilio had spoken his name, Adviser del Mornis had shot awake. He reached out a gloved hand and cupped the young man's cheek, almost as if the young man were his own son. The adviser cared dearly for Prince Emilio and had been extremely distressed over his condition. He was at the young prince's side whenever he had time to spare. He'd especially taken time out of his day the past two days in case his prince woke.

'You're warm too,' the adviser replied softly. He squeezed the prince's hand softly and brought them to rest back on Emilio's chest. He wasn't worried about premonitions, not with the gloves he always wore just in case something like this happened. He even wore them when he was not around Emilio, just in case people wondered why he only wore them when touching the young man - not that he ever touched him inappropriately. It was just that the young man enjoyed reaching out to him or resting on him. They were as close as uncle and nephew, though there was no shared blood between them.

'I'm sad to see you here,' del Mornis replied pointedly. 'Why didn't you escape with your brother and parents?'

The adviser let go of Emilio's hand and reached over to the bedside table to pour the young man a glass of water. He wasn't sure if the young man was thirsty but he could do with some fluids in him. Doing it while asleep had been very difficult indeed.

'Do you think you can sit up?' he asked. 'I'll help you drink it if you need some water.'

June 2, 2017

"I'm sorry if I troubled you in some way..." He said sadly. Emilio tightened his grip slightly biting at his lip with what little strength he had. The adviser pulled away after a minute and reached for the water. The young prince just watching him for a moment before attempting to sit up. He managed to prop his upper body up on his weak arms but that seemed to be as far as he could go. There was still some pain and major stiffness in his lower back and butt. Clearly he'd been through quite an ordeal and after so long of not using his body properly, it was no wonder how hard this was.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I can't seem to sit up any farther." But man... that water seemed really appealing right now. To have some actual liquid beyond the cum forced down his throat. The mere thought of the water was enough for Emilio to push his struggle to try and sit up. He whimpered slightly but gave enough room for the adviser to prop him up farther with pillows. It wasn't a complete sitting up position but at least the young prince would be able to drink a little though his weak and shaking hand couldn't hold a glass all its own.

"Thank you so much," he said as the adviser helped him with the water. Never had water ever tasted so amazing!!! He was so happy to feel the cool liquid pass his lips and slide down his throat, landing in the empty pit of his stomach. After drinking it all, it was time to explain why he was still in the castle.

"I'm sorry I got caught but I couldn't leave here without you. I had everyone leave while I searched," He explained. Obviously he couldn't go into details about where his family had gone but the prince was able to explain this much. "When I was looking for you those men grabbed me... I don't even know how long I was in their possession..." Emilio stated. It was then that his hands started to shake more and he was on the verge of tears, barely able to control his fear. "It hurt.. It hurt so much... What they did to me... I-...." That was all Emilio could say, holding back his tears with everything he had trying to swallow the huge lump in his throat.

June 6, 2017

'Please, don't worry about me. You should worry about yourself more. I've always said that,' the adviser said with a wave of his hand. Del Mornis had not been mistreated. He was the spiritual adviser and counselor rather than part of the ruling class so there was no need for a show of force. The new prince was a violent man though and had been rough with the counselor when he heard something he didn't like but the prince also knew the importance of having del Mornis, and therefore the people, onside.

'Don't force yourself,' del Mornis. He stood up and shifted the pillows into a better spot so that Prince Emilio could sit the rest of the way up, or as best he could.

'It's a pleasure to help you, my prince. Don't drink it all at once, sip slowly,' he instructed. He kept the water at Emilio's lips but only poured it in sips so the man wasn't gulping huge chunks at once. After what the prince had been through, the advisor doubted he would want to swallow too much at once.

'You're the prince. You're more important than me. I'm in less danger by being here than you are too. If it wasn't that this man wants to make sure the people didn't revolt, he'd kill you too. There was a slaughter when he first came here. Other than your immediate family, all the royals have been killed. You're lucky your people love you so dearly,' he said, then sighed. There was no use lecturing Emilio now. They couldn't change the past and Emilio was no doubt too sick to hear the rest of his extended family had been killed. The reason Emilio wasn't amongst the dead now was because Advisor del Mornis had insisted the people would be furious to see him killed and would take to the streets in protest, if not open revolt.

'Shhh, shhh. Let it out, dear one. You've suffered greatly and come back so strong,' he said in a soothing voice. He took the empty cup away and set it down. 'I know. I saw you when they brought you to the infirmary. You're so strong to have survived those two weeks you were in the dungeons. If I'd have known...'

'It's okay to cry. Nobody is here except me,' the advisor said softly.

'And me,' came an amused voice. Prince Morraine strode over from the doorway. It was uncertain how long he'd been there.

'I thought I told you to tell me when he woke,' the ruling prince stated.

'He's not ready yet. Give him time,' Advisor del Mornis replied. He stood up and positioned himself between Morrain and Emilio.

'Your attempts to block me are futile. I have simply come to check on his progress,' the prince said in an amused tone.

'He's not well enough to get out of bed, let alone walk after what your men did to him,' the advisor hissed in outrage.

'Then stand aside and allow me to give my deepest regrets.'

'You can talk to him later. He has only just woken and needs to be alone.'

'He needs what I say he needs, now get out of the way.'

The advisor didn't move, he raised his head and stood firm.

'Don't make me do this the hard way,' the prince said, touching his sword.

Advisor del Mornis was no fool. He knew how ugly it would get if he defied the prince. He stood aside.

'Leave us,' Prince Morraine ordered.

The prince raised his fist and held it up in front of the advisor as though threatening to hit him. He waited for del Mornis to back away completely before taking the man's seat beside him.

'You're looking at leave halfway better already. I see the rest has done you good. A few more meals and you'll be on your feet again,' the prince said in what could be taken for a cheery tone. 'A little shaken, a little tearie but that's to be expected after what you've been through. I assure you, I never meant for such a thing to happen to you. You have my humblest apologies.'

June 7, 2017

Emilio jumped and stiffed at the sound of the invading prince's voice. His tears had started flowing already and he was able to cry in the comfort of just his adviser. However, he stopped immediately and quickly worked to dry his tears as the adviser worked to create a human wall between him and the other prince. Emilio quickly wiped away all his tears and said to the adviser as tension began to build, "It's alright... Del Mornis, I'll speak with Prince Moraine." The purple-haired prince was so scared right now and it was evident. His hands were shaking as he gripped at the blanket that covered him and he seemed to be unable to even look in the other Prince's eyes.

"Thank you, Prince Moraine... I appreciate you taking care of me. I Do apologize for not sending for you as soon as I woke you see, I only woke moments ago and there would have been no time to send for you and have you arrive any earlier than you had." Emilio may have spent two tormented weeks in the dungeon being raped day in and day out, taking up every agonizing second, he was still a prince of this country and had to present himself so. Although, the weaker prince cowering towards Moraine was not the way a prince should behave... Though... was he even a prince anymore? Emilio was a prisoner of the invasion.

Prince Emilio really wanted this encounter to come to an end peacefully. He wouldn't be on his feet for a long while and that was terrifying for he did not know just what Prince Moraine was capable of. Of course, he'd seen much from the visions he'd gotten from the men but could't distinguish them anymore. Everything had become a blur along the line and he suspected that it could be because he'd been mostly unconscious in the dungeon and while he continued to have visions, they came in the form of dreams that were quite hard to remember.

With that it seemed the prince had used what little strength he had and sank into the pillows a bit more, closing his eyes and trying to fight off all the pain and exhaustion he felt. Wasn't he just sleeping for a week? Why was he still so worn out after only talking a little. "I'm sorry, I have reached the end of my strength it seems," Emilio tried to keep focused but it was growing harder and harder. He let out a pained whimper and reached out his hand towards the adviser but tried his best to avoid any and all contact with prince Moraine.

Honestly, Emilio was terrified to come into contact with Moraine. He'd already had visions of his people and country being attacked and touching the leader would probably make it worse and send the young prince into a far more desperate situation. He also couldn't risk seeing the future. What if Moraine had found his family and slaughtered them all?! Would he be next in line to have his head removed from his shoulders? No... the adviser clearly stated that he wouldn't be killed so easily. After all, the people adored Emilio and killing him would only make them revolt. In that way he was safe but just because he couldn't be killed doesn't mean that Prince Moraine wouldn't do something else like lock him up in the dungeon again to only take him out to heal up and shove him back down for his men to continue working their play thing until Emilio broke physically and mentally until there really was nothing left of him.

The thought alone sent a shiver up and down Emilio's spine and he really wanted to burst into tears again he was just so afraid. Moraine was crazy and unpredictable for sure and that was what scared the younger prince the most about him.

June 8, 2017

'With your leave, my princes,' Advisor del Mornis said politely. He bowed his head and walked off, out of the infirmary. He stayed outside the door, however and waited for the ruling prince to leave. He hated leaving Prince Emilio alone with that man and wanted to be there when Prince Morraine left so he could make sure Emilio was all right.

'I don't very well like that adviser of yours. He's in the way and he talks too much. He needs to be taught his place,' Prince Morraine said once del Mornis was out of earshot. 'He may find himself having an accident in the near future.'

'You're most welcome. I couldn't leave the beloved prince of the realm in the hands of my men. They are good men, loyal to me but they are also hot blooded. Thanks you to, none of your women were raped during our occupation,' he said in a happy manner, as though Emilio being raped had turned out for the best. Perhaps he would even be sent back to work as a whore once he'd healed, given the tone Prince Morraine was talking in. 'Very well, I will forgive him this time but should he disobeys my orders again it will be the lash for him.'

Prince Morraine sat forward in his seat and looked very intently at the young prince. He then stood up and stripped back the covers. Emilio was only wearing a hospital garb, which the prince pulled up to Emilio's chest so he could get a better look at him. He didn't seem to care a thing for shaming and exposing the prince like some common tart. There was no empathy in him at all.

'There you go. Look at yourself! You're starting to heal already,' he said. He placed his gauntlet on Emilio's ankle and slowly slivered all the way up his leg and thigh until the tips of his fingers brushed against the younger prince's cock. there was no contact though, only metal on tender flesh. The prince's hand moved down between the man's legs and stopped for a few moments before sliding back up the man's body to his chest. he pressed against this bruise or that gash, testing the man's responses to pain. 'Give it a week and you'll be walking already. With any luck you won't even scar.'

'You're going to stay by my side, Prince Emilio. You have the common man's heart, something I need if I am going to rule peacefully. I am going to keep you clenched in my fist until you bleed out,' he said, clenching his hand around the young man's throat. 'So long as you obey me and remain loyal to me, I have no reason to punish you. Should you please me, perhaps in time you will learn to find happiness again.'

The man leaned over until his breath played against Emilio's lips and they could see the fibers of one another's irises. Prince Morraine stared hard into those pink eyes and watched to see if the man would cower under his gaze.

'But if you disappoint me...' the prince hissed in a threatening manner. 'I will crush you. I cannot beat you as I wish but I can make your life misery. It is clear the advisor cares for you, and I am sure you care for him too. No doubt it would cause you great pain to watch him suffer for your disloyalty. I will treat him like a dog and let my men have their way with him. I will drag him naked through the streets behind my horse until he falls and cannot get back up. I will have you watch as every inch of him is whipped raw. I will scalp him and sell his hair to a wig maker. I will strip him of his post and instate you as my spiritual advisor, so that you may watch him fall from grace. Should you disobey me or prove disloyal, I will have him charged with treason and hung by his ankles until he slowly dies of exposure.'

Prince Morraine leaned further forward still and placed a gentle kiss upon Prince Emilio's forehead. Little did Morraine know that this would cause Emilio to see visions of Prince Morraine's future. The vision started in the king's bedroom, which Prince Morraine had taken over. The sheets were new but everything else was the same. Emilio would see himself through Morraine's eyes - small and pityful. He was wearing a god's collar and a leash that kept him on the bed. The vision would reveal Emilio through Morraine's eyes, pinned down to the bed on his back. Prince Morraine's hand stroked over impossibly smooth flesh before he was flipped over on hands and knees. Emilio's back was now impossibly scared with whip marks and he was trembling all over. Soon the vision would reveal both of them moving back and forth as Morraine fucked into him. The vision would hear them both panting and grunting as Prince Morraine speared deep into the younger prince. There was the sound of flesh slapping flesh, beating faster and faster until Prince Emilio could be heard whining. Morraine grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Emilio's head back. Through the vision, Morraine's voice could be heard demanding the words "squeal little piggy, squeal."

June 9, 2017

Prince Emilio was trying his best to stay as strong as he could. Hearing that his adviser would have to be careful scared him though if anyone were going to do it, it would have to be the adviser. As long as Emilio remained loyal, so would Mornis. The both of them would have to forever tip toe around Prince Moraine until he decided to let them go or not. "I'm sorry Prince Moraine, he's like that because he cares and worries for myself and my family. If it would please you then I shall talk with him so you needn't worry about such improper behavior again." The young prince was still gripping at the sheets and shaking slightly as the subject moved away from the adviser and towards Emilio himself.

Emilio put on such a brave face as the sheet was torn from his fingers and his only form of clothing lifted to his chest and it took great strength to not try and resist the invading prince, while at the same time he was nearly in tears. He reacted instantly to the cold metal touching his bare skin slowly making its way up his leg. Emilio bit his lip trying to control the fear that seemed to leak out of every pore in his body. He finally had reacted to the touch between his legs but he remained as still as he could while the hand continued to poke and press against every injury causing him to jump or flinch struggling to stop the flow of his tears.

It took every ounce of strength he had left in his body as Moraine all but threatened what was to come just before choking Emilio causing him to open his eyes as he gasped for air looking panicked and he finally reached up and grabbed Moraine's wrist, eyes filled with terror. It was so hard to breathe. Emilio was trying to motion that he wouldn't dare betray the prince but Moraine continued his threat on the adviser's life and the tears that were held back broke free and streamed down his cheeks.

Just the mere thought of what could happen to the adviser was enough to send Emilio over the edge. His tears came rushing down his cheeks like rivers as he imagined every word, threat... promise that came from Moraine's mouth like it were one of Emilio's visions. It was so vivid, every motion every cry the adviser made to the point of begging for death that probably would never come. As the invading prince continued his orders and torment to tear the adviser apart until there was nothing left of him. Emilio would be heart broken and knew he'd plead for Moraine to stop and would even go so far as to give himself in the other's place. He couldn't bare the thought and for that, Emilio was an absolute mess. When the prince pulled his gauntlet from the younger one's neck, he coughed and gasped for air. Though it was what happened next that made this entire visit far more terrifying. For it was more than just a threat.

When Prince Moraine placed a kiss upon Emilio's forehead, His eyes momentarily glazed over as a vision played in his head, making him blind to anything else going on around him. All he could see and hear was this waking nightmare of Prince Moraine's future... Though it was a lot about both their future's as he saw himself through the eyes of the ruling prince. He could hardly recognize his small form as it cried out and wriggled beneath Moraine's every touch. He was whimpering but not resisting as he'd become a pet for Moraine to fuck every night he desired, tying him to the bed and scarring his back with a whip, calling out names and slapping into him more and more as Emilio took it, broken into taking it without worry or struggle. He'd been completely taken in both his mind and body.

When the vision finally disappeared, it was an absolute relief and Emilio closed his eyes holding himself tightly as Moraine left him and the adviser returned into the room. Without any hesitation, Emilio, shaking like a leaf now and trying to cover himself back up, started to bawl like a child. He grabbed onto Mornis, crying into his shirt and saying things that never came out as words at first. It wasn't until Emilio calmed down some that he was able to talk though his tears didn't seem to stop flowing. "H-He... He.... He....." It was hard to get past this much. "He.... He.... He threatened you... and I saw... I saw myself beneath him... He was.... He was...." More tears and it took a while longer for him to calm down again. "He turned me into his mistress... I-I was listening too.... He kept..." Emilio had wound himself up so much and so far beyond his limit that he ended up throwing up right all over his adviser with no warning. Of course, the sound of him choking and barfing alerted the nearby nurses who rushed in to try and calm him down before he potentially flipped his stomach. Emilio's stomach was so empty that this could have caused life threatening damage.

June 9, 2017

'He should be more worried about himself and his position,' Prince Morraine answered. He didn't take kindly to people who gave him advice, especially those who were not loyal to him. He knew he didn't have del Mornis's heart. It belonged to the previous family whose rule Prince Morraine had usurped. 'I don't trust Adviser del Mornis. I do not doubt he will turn on me the moment he gets the chance, even if he has been sworn in an official ceremony to serve me. As you will too, when you are finally capable of walking.'

'Stay still and don't flinch. I might get excited,' the prince warned. He pinched the nipple between his fingers and flicked it back and forth before slipping his hand down the prince's side. He very much enjoyed how responsive the young prince is. Fear was an excellent control and Prince Morraine intended to use it to his fullest to make Prince Emilio his obedient servant. He wouldn't do anything too appropriate, nothing that would anger the masses, but he would make sure Prince Emilio knew his place in the new order and stay there. He watched eagerly as Emilio's eyes filled with terror and smiled charmingly at him, as though they were both having a laugh or enjoying one another's company. Prince Morraine was certainly enjoying the younger prince. Never had he had so much fun terrorising the people he'd overthrown.

'You're pathetic. Is that the best this kingdom has? A little brat who cries like a spanked brat? Stop sobbing!' the prince shouted, though he was thoroughly enjoying watching Prince Emilio weeping. He loved the smell of tears and the sight of pathetic little things trembling under his hands. It was better than sex! He could have stayed like this for hours, tormenting the younger prince.

'Your royal advisor won't last long under my rule. I only keep him because he knows the people so well. He doesn't need his hands or his feet to give me the information I need. They'll be the first things to go should either of you displease me. It's too bad he needs his tongue, otherwise I would have cut it out already,' Prince Morraine continued. He squeezed tighter at the man's throat before releasing. He didn't want to leave a bruise in case he was accused of mistreating the runt. He wiped his hand on his hip then raised his fist and clenched it tight in front of the young man's face.

Prince Morraine stayed there a little longer. He had his lips pressed against the man and breathed in deep, enjoying the smell of fear and tears. He parted his lips and licked up the man's forehead before leaning back to smile at the wreck he'd created. And boy was Emilio a mess! He was a sobbing, quivering half-naked mess in the sheets. Morraine sucked his lower lip as he eyed the younger man off. It wasn't hard to tell that he was thinking of what he could do to that young man. Gender didn't matter to Morraine, only a pretty face and the right personality.

'I will leave you for now but I will be back. Tell your adviser I expect daily updates on your condition until you're well enough to walk. I have forgiven him this time for delaying me but next time I won't be so kind,' Prince Morraine promised. He tugged on each of his gauntlets before turning to leave.

Del Mornis and Prince Morraine locked eyes as the prince walked out of the room. Del Mornis raised his chin and looked across without any sign of submission. The two said nothing, however, and as soon as the moment passed the adviser was half-running into the room to be by Emilio's side. What he saw had him moaning in agony very softly.

The adviser said nothing as he straightened the young prince's infirmary garb and pulled up the blankets. He tucked them in softly and moved the pillows so Prince Emilio could lay back in the bed and rest. He was furious with what Morraine could to do a man without even laying a finger on him. Was this how he treated his people? What more was he going to do to the young prince? The adviser held in a sigh as he thought of his and Emilio's futures. They had to find a way to get out of there before serious damage was done.

'There there. It's all right now. He's gone,' he said in a soothing voice, though there was a sharp edge to it. It didn't matter what he said, so long as he kept talking in a soothing manner the prince would settle down eventually. His gloved hand stroked down the prince's hair and he reached out with the other to grasp Emilio's smaller hand in his. He leaned over carefully and rested the side of his hair against Emilio's making sure no skin came into contact. He didn't want the prince to see what was in the adviser's future.

'It's okay. Let it all out until there's nothing left. I'll stay by you while you sleep. You can tell me all about it when you're feeling better, okay?' he said in a gentle, compassionate tone. 'I'll be here when you wake up and we can see about geetting some solid food into you. How does that sound? I'll ask the chefs to make your favourite.'

June 9, 2017

It certainly took a good amount of time, however, Emilio did manage to calm down enough to actually put himself to sleep. Adviser Mornis's gentle words and tone were enough for the young prince to settle and he finally fell asleep. The nurse wiped his mouth and told the adviser to go change his clothes. The smell alone was sickening so he should change into something clean and that she would temporarily take his place while he did so. She quickly double checked everywhere Prince Moraine had touched in order to make sure nothing was reopened or in some way damaged and when she found nothing, the nurse tucked him all in again the way the adviser had it and waited by his side.

Amazingly, Emilio didn't wake for almost two days after that. He woke early in the morning a couple days later and his fever was completely gone which also meant he no longer had an infection. It was still a healing injury due to its severity but at least he was clean and in far less overall pain. At this point, it was safe to try and get him on some food that he'd have to swallow himself rather than a liquid diet being injected into his system. The nurse made sure that at least someone kept Moraine informed each day of Emilio's recovery and that he'd still have several days before he could even attempted walking. At this point, Emilio was nothing but skin and bones so his legs probably couldn't even support him if he wanted them to.

The young prince woke and looked for Mornis right away and it being so early in the morning, he may not have been up but Emilio was hungry and lonely. As much as he wanted to say something, That was probably impossible at the moment as he refused to disturb the one man that remained by his side at all times. The nurse however, was up and walked in to check some paperwork to find her prince awake and she walked over to see how he was feeling.

"I'm alright," he admitted. "Just hungry."

The nurse smiled and pat him on the shoulder before going to get him something to eat. She started him off with a smoothie to see how his stomach could handle and would slowly work him onto solid foods again. Of course, knowing Mornis's feelings, she made sure he was awake before she sent for some food. She would have someone go and update Prince Moraine once he was up and she knew if Emilio was able to hold anything down. The nurse sent for some food for her young prince and had it mashed up. It had to be something with little to no acid in it... in fact, it was just a dry cracker diet with water.... All mashed up and mixed together. As gross as it was, it tasted so good to Emilio and he ate every bite without complaint. He even managed to keep it down so the nurse had someone wait outside Moraine's room until he woke to update that Emilio was awake and had taken in his first amount of "Food".

Things started going so well and Emilio was feeling so much better that they managed to get him onto oatmeal rather quickly and that became his breakfast lunch and dinner for several days. The beloved prince was able to smile gently towards the nurse, melting her heart and begging he never lose it. She cared for him so much and it was so painful to see him in such a terrible state being treated the way he was. Of course, the kind hearted prince told her there was nothing to worry about and that he would find a way to make everything right. Even if he couldn't he'd at least try to make their lives a little easier.

Finally he was feeling well enough to tell Mornis everything that was going on. He explained his vision and the threats Moraine made towards the adviser. Even the ones about how he wouldn't need his hands or feet. Emilio felt terrible about it all and apologized a few times, playing mediator between the two. He'd have to be loyal and obey Moraine's every command... and if that meant becoming his mistress then he would have to accept his fate and forever live his life strapped to a bed and some invading prince's cock. The thought was sickening.

June 12, 2017

The advisor sat back after Prince Emilio fell asleep and just sighed. He looked down at his soiled outfit and sighed again. He was pleased that Emilio was able to wake up but the rest of the ordeal was troubling. It was horrible to think Prince Morraine had tormented the poor thing when he was already such a state. Del Mornis could see what the man was trying to do by coming in and terrifying Emilio so early on. The man was trying to intimidate the young prince into submission and keep him under his thumb. Did he have to be so cruel though? Just what had the prince threatened? What visions had Emilio seen? How many times had Prince Morraine touched the poor thing? Of course, it was impossible to tell the ruling prince not to in case he began to suspect Emilio's powers. They must not give any hint as to what Emilio could do, unless it was used for ill purposes.

Adviser del Mornis thanked the nurse and bowed his head politely. He would bathe, dress then go down to the kitchens. He doubted Prince Morraine would want him at his table, as he had been with the previous extended family. Del Mornis would have to get his food from the kitchens directly from now on like all the other servants. He'd ask them to make something special for Prince Emilio too in case he could stomach something a little nicer than porridge, rice or soggy crackers.

With a plate of food in his lap, del Mornis sat himself down and settled himself up for a night of watching over Prince Emilio. He would spend most of his time either with Prince Morraine as an adviser or with Prince Emilio as a carer. He had little time for anything else besides the occasional walk through the grounds to clear his hear and settle his temper. Del Mornis was usually a very level headed man who could keep his temper in check but even he needed to get away from things and release his frustrations. He preferred to do that by enjoying the royal gardens.

Del Mornis was woken early after Prince Emilio woke by a knock at his chamber door. He puled on his nightgown and pulled the door open a peak to see what it was. When he realised it was one of the nurses he was almost itching to run over to the infirmary in his night clothes. He thanked the nurse for summoning him so promptly and asked her to tell Prince Emilio that the adviser was on his way. He then hurried to get dressed and combed his long hair, which took a lot longer than he would have liked. It was prone to frizziness, despite being straight, so he had to put a special argan hair oil through it. Otherwise, he would be running around looking like something out of a horror scene. Del Mornis wasn't vane but his position did demand a standard of presentability.

On the fourth day, Prince Morraine came to inspect Emilio again and tried to force the man to his feet. He was annoyed with how long it was taking Prince Emilio to recover and he ended up doing more damage by slapping the man down and grabbing him by the front of the gown. He'd shaken Emilio violently then thrown him back onto the bed. Morraine had chosen that moment because he'd sent Adviser del Mornis away on negotiations with the city's guilds. They all wanted to know whether Prince Morraine would continue to support them as the previous administration had, what the Prince intended to do about the tensions between guilds and how taxes were to be implemented and used. Of course, Adviser del Mornis had no idea what Prince Morraine intended, as he had not been told, but he had to reassure them and promise to have that conversation with Prince Morraine at his first convenience. It was not a good position to be in and del Mornis knew Prince Morraine would make the meeting as painful as possible.

So when del Mornis came back to see fresh red marks on Prince Emilio's cheek, he was internally livid. He walked over silently with long, determined strides and said nothing for a moment while he glowered over Prince Emilio's treatment.

'My Prince, I can't believe he laid a hand on you. Did he hurt you anywhere else?' Adsiver del Mornis asked in a soft tone. He wouldn't raise his voice at the prince or make him any more upset than he no doubt already was. 'Please, tell me what happened.'

June 12, 2017

When Del Mornis was sent away, Emilio was afraid, and rightfully so it seemed. He was still trying to build muscles in his legs so he could walk again but it would seem it was taking too long for Prince Moraine's liking. He came rushing in the door, scaring and scattering the nurses where they got out of the reining prince's sight but stayed close enough so they themselves could see what was going on. It was so hard for them to remain hidden when Emilio was grabbed and pulled from the bed where he couldn't stand and simply crashed straight to the floor. Of course, the purple-haired prince was able to sit himself up a little but Morraine continued to assault him, yanking him back and forth, lifting the smaller prince but the gown or his wrist leaving clear bruises before straight up hitting Emilio across the cheek.

After what felt like an entire day of being treated like a rag doll, Prince Moraine finally tossed the useless prince back onto the bed and stormed out. Emilio of course, couldn't move and simply lay there on his side trying to rest as much as he could. Of course, it wasn't too much longer after Moraine had left that Del Mornis returned. He was unsurprisingly shocked to see Emilio in such a sorry state with fresh new scratches and red marks. Thankfully, there weren't too many and nothing was very serious nor did he leave any bruises. The scratches couldn't be helped but even those disn't even bleed so there was nothin the nurse's could even tend to.

"I'm alright. My healing process and walking just didn't seem to be going fast enough and Prince Moraine was growing impatient." Emilio sat up and got himself back into place with little help from a nearby nurse. "I'll have to work harder to get back on my feet... Though... what use will it be if he really does plan on tying me to a bed..." Emilio explained. He was clearly scared and depressed about the mere thought of it all. He had no choice of course but that didn't mean he could like the idea any better. His visions would always come true unless there was some way to avoid it but he didn't think there was any way he could avoid this one unless he remained in the care of the nurses at all times for all the injuries he had. Too bad he was actually healing rather well and was only a couple steps from being able to walk again.

"Is there any food for me to eat? As much as I appreciate the oatmeal, and it does taste quite good, I won't be able to gather up enough strength with such a bland diet," He said. The young prince wasn't afraid of giving up his life of luxury, he was afraid of having to give up any amount of freedom or personal space he had to a prince as cruel and violent as Prince Moraine. He wasn't just giving up his freedom to become a prisoner of war but he was going to have to sell his body to the prince to please him and never betray him. Emilio had to wonder if mistress was the right term because it felt more like a simple slave than someone he cared enough about to call a mistress. His only care for Emilio came from the people and their refusal to follow Moraine should anything happen to the younger man.

Emilio ordered some more food, something with a little more substance in hopes that he could hold it down. He took only a few bites to start and after a while of nothing happening, he was able to continue to eat in small bites, taking small breaks between them until he finished the meal no problem. Even something as simple as that felt like an accomplishment.

June 12, 2017

'Oh, thank heavens you're all right,' Ulrich exhaled. Indeed, there were no bruises to be seen anywhere on Prince Emilio's body, though Adviser del Mornis wasn't about to lift the man's garments up to check. He could have hugged and kissed the prince if not for the visions the young man would experience. The adviser already expected his future was bleak but he didn't want Prince Emilio seeing that. What would happen would happen in good time. Yes, knowing the future meant being able to change it but at what cost? Emilio would be scarred and forever looking forward at what might not actually come to pass.

'Leave us,' the adviser ordered the nurses. He closed the curtains and came up close to his beloved prince. He took the man's hands and cupped them gently in his gloved ones. There was no skin-to-skin contact at all. What he was about to say next may even be considered treason in the ruling prince's mind. He knew what would happen if he was caught saying such things. They needed to be said though.

'No, take as long as you need to get better. The longer, the better in my opinion. So long as you're in the infirmary you're relatively safe. It seems he means to do you no serious harm while you're here,' he said. 'It's likely the people would not take kindly to you being harmed. We must use that to our advantage. While I was out today, I had many of our people ask after you. As much as you might wish to keep your treatment in the dungeons private, I thought it better the people know what kind of people their new rulers are. We need them on our side and not on Prince Morraine's side.'

'Do you wish me to get you something now?' del Mornis asked. Maybe it was best not to leave Prince Emilio alone so soon after Prince Morraine's attack. 'Better yet, tell me what you want and I'll send one of the nurses to collect it.'

Ulrich del Mornis then walked out past the blinds and found one of the nurses changing the bedsheets a few beds away. He spoke to her quietly, instructing her to go down to the kitchens and tell the staff Adviser del Mornis wanted some food for Prince Emilio. They would be sure to do a good job knowing who the food was for. He smiled, rested a hand on her shoulder and thanked her politely before going back to Prince Emilio's side.

'Now, forgive me and I know this is hard on you but I want you to tell me what happened last time Prince Morraine came to see you. Take it slow, if you like. You don't have to tell me all at once. We can start talking about other things if this distresses you,' he said in a soft tone. He wasn't going to force it out of Prince Emilio if it was too hard. This was only the second time the prince had woken up and he still was not strong enough to walk yet. He needed to rest but Adviser del Mornis also needed to know everything he could so he would know how to act and prepare in future.

June 12, 2017

"Please, don't go so far. I understand where you are coming from but if I do not get on my feet soon, I may never get on them. Prince Moraine doesn't have much for a fuse and he may take me from here if he catches on that I'm taking my time to try and avoid being near him." Emilio was trying to be rational but as he heard Ulrich speak about making what happened to him public to get the people to turn, the young prince knew that wasn't the way to go. "Please, hold your tongue. I've seen what prince Moraine can do... I've seen what his men have done and I do not want to put our people in danger by going against him. As long as he does right by the people, I hope we can gain the assistance of an allied country and my parents to drive out Moraine and his men with as little conflict as possible..." Emilio wasn't sure if this was the way to go. He really didn't have the leadership skills or knowledge his older brother or his father had so he wasn't sure what the right path to take was. He did hope to meet his parents again.

"Let's just wait a little longer. I'd like to get into contact with my family before we decide on anything," He said ending the conversation there. He did ask for food then and had Mornis go get a nurse to fetch him food. When the nurse left, Del Mornis returned again and inquired more about the last time he had a vision of Prince Moraine's future. This was a terrifying place to tread and Emilio clearly debated whether or not to even say anything. He was scared to speak of what happened. Finally he took a breath and began to tell of what he saw.

"Just before he left, Prince Moraine kissed my forehead and I saw a vision of his future. He was in my parents' bedroom and well... I was there... beneath him. I was wearing a collar like a dog and was tied to the bed. I hardly recognized myself but Moraine was calling out to me and turned my backside to him... I was covered in whip marks, red and he fucked me until I was crying. Actually... I think I passed out... All I could do was hear the sound of slapping skin and the terrible sounds coming from both of us... I wasn't even fighting him off... I just sort of let him do as he pleased as I desperately grip the sheets moaning. I don't want that to happen but I don't know what to do..." Emilio was so scared of his future. "I could almost feel my ass being torn open again.. Even though I was seeing it through Moraine's eyes, I could feel it happening to me."

Emilio bit his lip. "What if his men start to act up again and I get used for their fun again?! I don't think I'll be able to survive a second time! What if each of them want to whip me or if Moraine is into some really terrifying things?! He doesn't seem to have a problem marking and scarring my body so I don't know what he could do to me? What if he does something else or uses something else strange. I don't want to be torn in half by that man," He started to cry again. The young prince did everything he could to try and calm himself down but now that it started there was no end in sight.

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