tofi's trail

Prince Karnai was an absolute beauty. A vision on the battlefield, the elven crown prince was a force to be reckoned with, a charismatic lion dressed in golden plate armour and the blood of his enemies.

Lektim had been in awe of the prince for a century now, ever since the first time that he laid eyes on him when the army passed through the small village Lektim was born and raised in, on the way back from a battle to defend their people from the Metin army.

The prince had been astride a massive battle horse, still washed with blood, his armour gleaming in the sunlight. His soldiers had been worn, but proud, clearly feeling a confidence within them that was bolstered by the presence of their commander. Their commander, who was straight-backed in his saddle, swords at his waist and crimson hair in mussed braids, cheeks smattered with freckles, and mismatched eyes sharp and earnest. It was no wonder that he was the crown prince, even though he wasn't the oldest of the king's sons.

He was such an inspiration that men and women of all walks of life jumped at the chance to serve beneath him; Lektim, as well, was the same. But he was also different; he was more determined than anyone else to stand by the crown prince's side, to charge to battle upon a steed close enough that he could touch the prince's. Close enough that he could touch even the prince.

He wasn't quite there yet, but he had been given the opportunity to sneak a peek up close, by creeping past the guards on watch without notice, and slip into the prince's tent one night. It was a shame that it was during the prince's sleep; Lektim adored those eyes, the one brown iris on the left. the two half-merged green irises on the right. The absolute confidence held in the man's eyes, both in regard to his own abilities, and in regard to his men's. But since Lektim wasn't on the same level as the great knights that were the prince's closest allies, he had no choice but to watch from afar. Usually, at least.

Tonight was a lucky night, despite the loss and the bloodshed. The battle may have been victorious, as it tended to be when Prince Karnai led the charge, but there lay many slaughtered on the battlefield, awaiting collection upon the morrow. It had been a long, arduous fight, and it seemed even the prince had been ready to simply collapse to his beddings when the end of it came.

It was why it was a lucky night. The guards were exhausted, the prince was exhausted. No one noticed as Lektim entered the tent unbidden and unannounced.

Lektim knelt beside the prince's cot, simple despite the man's status. Thick furs lay half splayed over him, covering him up to the waist. He was still dressed in the stained undershirt he had worn beneath his golden armour, and he hadn't bathed, leaving his skin still mottled with smears of dried blood and smelling of sweat. When Lektim put a hand on the prince's shoulder to carefully test how alert he was, Karnai didn't so much as stir in sleep. He lay halfway onto his stomach unbothered by Lektim's presence and touch, scarred fingers half-clasped as though he had fallen asleep in prayer. The prince was known to be a devout follower of the Red Knight, one of the goddesses of war, and as many other of her followers he prayed each night, even after such tiring events.

Lektim wasn't ready for evening prayer just yet, but he internally sent a whisper of thanks to the deities of slumber for granting him the discovery of the prince in such a deep sleep.

Making quick work of the prince's lacings, Lektim pulled the prince's trousers down beneath his ass. Round cheeks were bared, and when Lektim touched the prince's behind, he whimpered at just how soft they were despite the many hours the prince spent in the saddle. But with the trousers pulled down, Lektim didn't only have access to the prince's ass, but to his front as well. He already knew of it, but seeing was another matter; the prince sported a cunt, topped by crimson curls, rather than a cock. Lektim stroked it slowly, fingers brushing through the coarse hair and across the soft warm skin.

Too exhausted to react, Prince Karnai kept sleeping, not so much as drawing breath when Lektim ran a finger between the prince's labia to feel the deeper warmth within. The wetness came surprisingly quick; Lektim may have never touched another person in their sleep before, but he had imagined it would take more than a few strokes for precum to coat his fingers, and that the labia would need more attention than what he had given to open up.

Not that Lektim was displeased. Rather, it was a pleasant surprise, that he was fully willing to take advantage of. It was as if the prince’s body was welcoming his touch. Although he had intended to simply watch and just touch lightly, the invitingly open cunt was clearly wanting. Lektim slipped one finger inside, releasing another whimper at the warmth and clench of it. Wiggling his finger around, pushing it deeper, it grew easier to do so quickly, and he was able to push another finger inside, then yet another. He thrust his fingers, soon four of them, with his thumb resting against the soaked lip of the opening, deep and wide, stretching the prince's cunt open around them. The prince had yet to make a single sound, but his body was slightly shivering. It caused Lektim to shiver slightly as well.

Lektim's other fingers opened up the front of his trousers, pulling his cock free. It bounced as it was released, hard and throbbing. Precum was already gleaming on the tip as it yearned to fill the prince's cunt. Lektim moved his free hand to once more stroke the prince's ass. With precum from the prince's cunt, he slipped a finger inside, and that one he held still, to feel the ass clench and unclench around it.

In the end, it was impossible to resist drawing closer, and Lektim pulled one of the prince's legs up over his shoulder. He slid up along the other leg, seating his body just near the prince's privates. It was a tough decision to choose the prince's ass or cunt, but the cunt was more prepared, already spread open a nice size, and least likely to cause the prince to wake up. Lektim aligned himself against it, and slowly slid even higher up the prince's leg. He'd had to remove his hand from the cunt and the ass to hold the prince's leg and his own cock, but he expected to let go soon.

Warmth wrapped around Lektim's glans as he pressed it into Karnai's cunt, and he nearly came just from feeling the cunt twitch around his head. He was somehow able to contain himself, but not for very long. He felt the prince's leg twitch in his hand, and the cunt clenched around his glans. With a groan muffled by his lips, Lektim felt his balls clench, one startled stream of cum spurting into the prince's cunt. He whimpered, sitting frozen as the surprise orgasm ebbed out.

It was the knowledge that it was the prince that he had yearned for for so many years, that it was Prince Karnai's cunt clenching around his cock head, which made Lektim's sense of touch so much more intense, that made Lektim's whole being feel so much more heated.

Still, Lektim wasn't spent yet. He still had much to give and even more to take. He drew a deep breath through his nose to steady himself, moved his hand from his cock to the cot's mattress, and slowly started to move forward again. His other hand clenched around Prince Karnai's thigh, drawing it close to his chest as his body moved closer to Karnai's. Karnai took his cock easily, his muscles relaxing as though welcoming him in. It didn't take long for Lektim's pelvis to rest flush against Karnai's body, cock fully buried inside of him.

Lektim just sat there for a long while. He basked in the sensation of Prince Karnai's body wrapped warm and wet around his cock. He could feel every little clench of the prince's muscles, could feel every twitch in his own cock. It was a wondrous feeling, like nothing he had ever felt before. Lektim loved it, loved feeling it as he watched the prince sleep beneath him.

The prince still hadn't seemed to take note of what was happening to him. He lay still, his breathing calm and deep as before. However, his cheeks were slightly flushed in the darkness, marked only by a slight shade of deeper gray; and his cunt was hugging Lektim's cock, clenching and unclenching as though shifting its grip to hold it tighter, more closely.

Lektim drew his hips slowly backward, not so much that his cock would risk slipping out, but enough for the root of his shaft to feel the cold of the night air dry the juices on the skin. Then he slipped back inside, slowly, with his eyes peeled on the prince's face and his ears perked for any sounds.

At first, the prince remained unresponsive. As a result, Lektim's thrusts grew bolder, increasing in speed and force bit by bit. It took a while, until the thrusts were sharp and hard, for the prince to react. He gasped at a particularly hard thrust of Lektim's hips, and his hands lifted. At first, Lektim thought the prince was awake, but then realized that the prince was still sleeping. He was sleeping, but he was responding. Karnai's arms reached up, looping around Lektim's neck, and the prince twisted his body and pulled himself upward. Perhaps he was half-asleep, not realizing who was pounding into him, because no way a person could wrap their arms around another person so passionately in their sleep. Or utter such a guttural sounding sentence of strange words that Lektim absolutely didn't understand; it sounded warm and soft, despite the amounts of consonants in the words. It had to be impossible for the prince to be fully asleep at that point.

It was when the prince kissed him that Lektim released his first proper moan, barely muffled by anything except the prince's lips and it was at that the prince's eyes snapped open, finally alert. Thankfully, Lektim saw through half-lidded eyes as shock and confusion made way onto the prince's face. He reacted quickly because he had been aware that the prince might wake up at any moment.

The prince's hands released Lektim's neck and he fell back into the cot. Karnai's mouth opened, air was drawn into his lungs, his chest rising. Lektim pressed one of his hands over the prince's mouth, muffling the words of protest. With his other hand, Lektim caught one of Prince Karnai's wrists, and moved it underneath his knee, pressing down onto it. He quickly caught the other as well, though not before nails scratched against his cheek. He pressed that hand, too, under his other knee. Then that hand went frantically upward, as the hand over Karnai's mouth struggled. Fingers wrapped around the prince's throat, and squeezed down.

Adrenaline pumped through Lektim's body, making him impossibly aroused. Even as he and the prince struggled against one another in the cot, Lektim's hips moved back and forth, thrusting into the prince's cunt with growing force. It didn't help that the cunt kept working around him, clenching and unclenching, and the prince was trying to buck him off to no avail. There wasn't much difference in their sizes, but Lektim had the advantageous position, and it allowed him to keep most of the control. Most of it. Suddenly, Lektim felt Karnai's body relax beneath him, the struggles stopping.

Initially, it didn't register in Lektim's brain. He was running on an adrenaline high, on arousal so intense that he couldn't stop moving, couldn't stop squeezing.

And that was the problem. The prince's body went limp, and still Lektim kept hugging the slim throat in his hand. His body noticed before his brain did; it picked up on the fact that Karnai had stopped trying to scream, and the hand covering his mouth moved away from it, down to the prince's throat. There was something satisfying about it- about feeling the prince's soft skin underneath his coarse, sweaty palms, about feeling the muscle and sinew and bone crack beneath his firm touch.

Lektim felt Prince Karnai's body flutter weakly around his cock, as though it didn't have much energy left to fight and to stimulate. Then there was a tight clench around Lektim's cock, followed by a sharp sound in his ears. Warmth flooded around him, and then within him. He came hard, and the sound of a snap that made the body clench even tighter around him just made the orgasm hit harder. He thrust deep and hard and shivering into the prince's slowly twitching body, not realizing what that snapping sound had been. His cum flooded the prince's cunt and filled his womb, trying to fertilize the eggs within. Lektim's orgasm was stretched out, enormous, and felt so good that he started to weep.

He stopped when his mind returned and his vision focused on the prince's face. Karnai's eyes were red from burst blood vessels, bulging and large. His mouth was agape and drooling. His skin was flushed so deep it was blue even in the monochrome darkness. His neck was bent in an awkward position, and only when Lektim retracted his hands and saw the full extent of it, he realized that he had heard the prince's neck snap several minutes before, and that he hadn't even cared, hadn't even registered it before.

The tears rolled faster then, when Lektim realized that his hero was dead- that he had killed his hero.

Lektim bent forward, and buried his face in the crook of the prince's neck, and he wept.

The residual energy in the prince's lifeless body caused it to twitch occasionally, and though Lektim quietly continued to sob into the prince's stained shirt, he also slowly thrust his hips again. It was a strange feeling. He knew that he was to blame for the death of his hero and the future king of his country, but he also, besides the guilt, felt a strange heat rise in his chest. Something that felt absurdly related to pride. He rutted into the prince's lifeless body as the heat kept growing. Lektim pulled himself to sit. His knees still dug into Prince Karnai's hands, and his own hands were on each side of the prince's broken throat.

The strange feeling was power. He felt powerful, hovering over the dead body of the person that he had devoted himself to for a full century.

It was a good feeling, one that Lektim wanted to feel again.

As he lowered himself over the prince's body, his mind darted around into one repeating desire. Lektim kissed the prince's panic-wide mouth, pushing his tongue into it. He thrust into the still cunt, making use of the warmth still making his cum slippery and the path deep inside easy. His moan as he came was wrapped around the prince's lifeless tongue as he sucked on it; he came once more into the prince's cunt, whimpering and wanting. Somehow, the orgasm was even greater the third time, perhaps bolstered by his newfound desire.

For a while, Lektim simply lay on top of the prince's body. He felt his heart calm, and his breath steady. He felt the prince's body stiffen beneath him, as well.

Lektim straightened up, pulling himself out of the cot, and he drew his britches back up. He then pulled the prince's trousers up as well, lacing them back up loosely. He couldn't leave him like this. If the clerics decided to speak with his spirit, then they would find out that Lektim was the one who had killed him. That he had raped him to death. While it had felt good, wonderful even, to do so, it wouldn't be good to get caught for it. He climbed out of the bed and pulled out what he needed from his things.

It was a good thing that Lektim always carried a troll bag, one that he primarily used for carrying snacks and loot. Another good thing was that he didn't tend to tell people that he had it. He wasn't supposed to carry around either of those things, after all, and he could get in trouble for it. But since he did have it, and always kept it hidden, it was an easy thing to get rid of the evidence. The prince's body wasn't alive, so it mattered little that it was stuffed into the bag.

Lektim looked down at the cot, empty of the prince but stained with fluid. Piss. Lektim looked down upon himself and saw his trousers stained with the same. The prince's bladder must have given out as his spine was snapped. Leaving the beddings like that was fine, as he couldn't see any cum on it- but he stole them anyway, leaving the straw beneath be. He had stolen a few pairs of clothing from another person's items before, as he had a tendency to soil them with his cum as he masturbated with his mind on Prince Karnai's visage, and lucky that, as he could simply switch britches and look perfectly clean.

Leaving the prince's tent was nerve-wracking, but Lektim really was in luck today. He could, far too easily, pass the sleeping guards, and slip through the dark and quiet camp to his tent. There, he made sure the bag the prince's body was in was properly hidden, same as he would if they expected an inspection, and he went to rest in his cot.

Still too alert after the rush he had gotten, Lektim found it hard to fall asleep. His mind kept returning to Prince Karnai, to what people would think when finding both the prince and his sheets missing in the morning, and to what he could do to his body. And how he might be able to revive Prince Karnai, so he could fuck his straining body again, and fuck him to death once more. Again, and again.

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