Part Five: The Courtiers
The elven guards’ laughter echoed in the courtyard as Alex stood, still naked and sticky from Sir Gambel’s “ride,” his request to see the Duke hanging in the air. The guard with golden eyes wiped a tear from his cheek, shaking his head. “The Duke? In this state? Lad, you’ve got balls, but that’s an insult to his power.” The silver-haired guard, his expression softer but still amused, gestured toward a stone guardhouse nearby. “Come with us. We’ll get you cleaned up and explain.”
Alex, cheeks burning, followed them into the guardhouse, a cozy space with wooden benches and a crackling fire. The guards handed him a simple linen tunic and trousers—rough but better than nothing. As he dressed, the golden-eyed guard spoke. “You’ve survived the forest’s trials, gained power from its creatures. Impressive. But the Duke? He’s beyond anything you’ve faced. Appearing before him now would be… unwise.” The silver-haired guard nodded, leaning against the wall. “You need to be stronger. We can help you start, and then you’ll face a gauntlet of the Duke’s most powerful courtiers to prepare for an audience.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “A gauntlet?”
“Aye,” the golden-eyed guard said, a sly grin spreading. “But first, a gift—our energy to bolster you.” Before Alex could ask, the silver-haired guard stepped closer, his voice low. “On your knees, human.”
The air in the guardhouse thickened with that familiar Fae arousal, and Alex’s body responded, his new trousers already tenting. He dropped to his hands and knees on the cool stone floor, heart racing. The golden-eyed guard unfastened his breeches, revealing a long, thin cock, pale and glistening with a faint metallic sheen. It bobbed before Alex’s face, and he leaned forward, taking it into his mouth. The taste was sweet, like honey mixed with copper, and Alex moaned, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Behind him, the silver-haired guard knelt, freeing his own cock—equally long and thin—and pressed it against Alex’s hole. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid inside, the stretch minimal but electric, sending sparks through Alex’s core.
The guards moved in perfect sequence, one thrusting into Alex’s mouth as the other pulled back from his ass, then reversing, a rhythmic spitroast that had Alex trembling. The golden-eyed guard’s hands gripped Alex’s hair, guiding him deeper, while the silver-haired guard’s fingers dug into his hips, their moans filling the room. The forest’s magic amplified every sensation, and Alex’s cock throbbed, untouched but leaking. After what felt like an eternity of synchronized pounding, the guards tensed. The golden-eyed guard came first, his golden cum flooding Alex’s throat, thick and warm. Alex drank hungrily, the liquid sparking energy through his veins. Seconds later, the silver-haired guard groaned, unloading deep inside Alex’s ass, the golden cum sending electric jolts through his body, making him shudder in ecstasy. Alex came too, his load soaking the tunic, his body humming with newfound strength.
Panting, the guards stepped back, adjusting their breeches. “That’s a start,” the golden-eyed guard said, smirking. “Tonight, you’ll meet Kyne, a satyr courtier. Be ready.” They arranged for Alex to rest in a small chamber, and as night fell, he was led to Kyne’s quarters.
Kyne’s chamber was a den of hedonism—furs draped over every surface, candles casting a warm glow, and the air heavy with musk. The satyr was lithe, his furry legs ending in cloven hooves, his torso lean and dusted with dark hair. His horns curled back, and his amber eyes glinted with mischief. A thick, curved cock jutted from his pelvis, already dripping. “Well, aren’t you a treat?” Kyne purred, circling Alex. Without preamble, he shoved Alex onto a pile of furs, tearing off the tunic and trousers.
Kyne pounced, his furry body pressing against Alex’s smooth skin. He licked a stripe up Alex’s neck, his beard tickling, then flipped him onto his stomach. “Let’s see how you handle a satyr’s rut,” he growled, spreading Alex’s cheeks. His cock, slick with natural lube, pressed against Alex’s hole and thrust in, the curve hitting every sensitive spot. Alex gasped, clutching the furs as Kyne fucked him with wild, animalistic thrusts, his hooves scraping the floor. The satyr’s claws raked lightly down Alex’s back, and he leaned forward, biting Alex’s shoulder just hard enough to sting. The mix of pain and pleasure was dizzying, and Alex’s cock ground against the furs, hard and leaking.
Kyne flipped Alex onto his back, re-entering him in one smooth motion, and grabbed Alex’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me, human,” he snarled, his own cock pulsing. Alex couldn’t hold back, erupting across his chest, ropes of cum glistening in the candlelight. Kyne roared, slamming deep and unloading a torrent of golden cum inside Alex, the warmth spreading through him, amplifying his strength. They collapsed, panting, Kyne’s furry chest pressed against Alex’s back. “Not bad,” the satyr said, licking Alex’s ear. “You’re ready for Syra, the elven mage. I’ll arrange it.”
The next morning, a knock woke Alex. He opened the door to Syra, an ethereal elf with golden skin and silver hair cascading to his shoulders. His beauty was almost painful, his eyes like liquid starlight. Without a word, he stepped inside, shut the door, and dropped his robes, revealing a tiny two-inch cock and grape-sized balls. But when he turned toward the bed, Alex’s breath caught—the elf’s ass was a masterpiece, round and firm, jiggling just enough to make Alex’s cock throb. He nearly came at the sight.
Syra pushed Alex onto his back on the bed, his voice soft but commanding. “Last ten minutes without cumming, and I’ll grant you my boon.” He straddled Alex, positioning his perfect ass over Alex’s throbbing cock, and sank down. The tightness was exquisite, the jiggle maddening, and Alex gripped the sheets, straining not to blow. Syra began to ride, his movements precise, each thrust a masterclass in control. His tiny cock squirted small bursts of golden cum every time he slammed down, the sight driving Alex wild. Then Syra switched to grinding, circling his hips, making Alex’s cock dance inside him. The elf’s prick leaked a steady trickle, and Alex’s vision blurred with the effort to hold back.
With a final trick, Syra grunted, pushing out a deep, reverberating fart that vibrated around Alex’s cock. The sweet, magical gas was intoxicating, the sensation mind-blowing, and Syra kept going, the fart seemingly endless. Alex’s control shattered just as the ten minutes passed, and he erupted inside Syra, the force so intense the elf had to grip the bed to stay seated. Syra’s ass drank every drop, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. They collapsed, tangled together, and Syra kissed Alex deeply, a surge of power flooding through him. “You’re worthy,” Syra whispered, setting up a meeting with the final courtier, Harl the Minotaur.
That night, Alex descended to the castle’s dungeon, where Harl sat on a massive chair, reading a book. The Minotaur was enormous, his furred body rippling with muscle, his horns scraping the ceiling. He looked up, his dark eyes gleaming. “I’ve heard of you,” he rumbled, spreading his legs to reveal an eight-inch cock, thick and veined, with balls the size of oranges. “My challenge: suck me dry. Not a drop left. Hungry?”
Alex knelt, taking Harl’s cock into his mouth. The taste was savory, like smoked meat, and he worked the shaft, deep-throating until his jaw ached. Harl growled, “I’m gonna blow—get ready!” Alex inhaled, swallowing the entire length as Harl unleashed a massive load. The cum was thick, endless, and Alex drank greedily, savoring the rich flavor. His stomach stretched, the pressure intense, and he sweated, gulping down wave after wave. Just when he thought he’d burst, Harl grunted, pumping one final spurt. Alex sat back, his belly gurgling, and let out a massive belch, the excess cum absorbed into his body, leaving him stronger than ever. Harl, drained, slumped in his chair, asleep.
Alex returned to his chambers, his body thrumming with power, ready for whatever came next.
... To be continued…
