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While the king was trying to study a soul totem, he was suddenly distracted by the entrance of his lady.
“Good day, dear, it’s unusual for you to come visiting in the workshop. I’m afraid I don’t have any new discovery to entertain you.”
She chuckled.
“Do not worry about this, love, for I know you’re the one who will be entertained. See, as I was walking through the meeting room this morning, I made an interesting discovery.”
He jumped from his seat and waltzed in her direction. Her remark had been enough to ignite his curiosity.
“A discovery, you say? Prithee, tell me what wonder my lady could have discovered!”
She let out a clear, joyous laugh.
“However, I fear this discovery puts one of our friends in an embarrassing position.”
He tilted his head to the side. His lady knew how curious he was, and now, she was using it to her advantage.
“How so? Who are you talking about?”
“Oh, you will discover it for yourself!”
With a theatrical gesture, she took a carefully folded sheet of paper from her pocket and gave it to him. He unfolded it rapidly and looked at the mysterious document. His eyes widened in surprise. Then, his shoulders began to shake, and tiny tears appeared in the corner of his eyes. He was overtaken by a loud, irrepressible laugh. He had laughed a whole minute like that, so much so that had some point he had ended up on the ground, rolling about in absolute hilarity.
The white lady laughed as well.
“I did not expect you to find it this funny.”
The king finally managed to catch his breath.
“Funny? Oh, my lady, but this is hilarious! How can you look at something like this and not die of laughter?”
He showed the paper to her with an exaggerated movement.
In fact, the king did not know what he found the most hilarious. The fact that this paper was covered with pornographic drawings of himself in a variety of creative sexual positions, the fact that this was unmistakably Lurien’s style… Or the fact that the poor watcher had completely missed the mark when it came to his anatomy.
“I did not know our dear watcher had such wild fancies…” he mused.
“Are you serious?” the lady laughed, “have you never noticed the way he looks at you?”
He scratched his head.
“I thought he was short sighted and had to squint a lot.”
The white lady facepalmed.
“Sometimes you’re so oblivious I think you’re doing it on purpose.”
“I swear you I had no idea! However,” he continued, while eyeing the watcher’s artistic production, “now I do not need further convincing. Our dear watcher’s imagination is running wild.”
The lady sat next to him and looked at the drawings, still chuckling.
“The poor thing will be mortified when he’ll notice he’s lost this piece of art.”
“He will be so embarrassed he won’t be able to come out of the spire for at least two days.”
They both laughed in unison, then stopped, and continued looking at the drawings. They had to admit, these were really well done. He had never imagined one would put so much care in drawing pornography.
“However,” he said, “we’ll need to do something about this.”
“About what?” the lady asked playfully, though she already had an idea about the answer.
“Our poor Lurien has an active imagination, I must admit, but here, it works to his detriment. The way he drew this is nothing like the real thing.”
Indeed, in the watcher’s drawing, the lack of realism did not only concern dimensions. He had drawn the pale king with a strong, muscular frame, in a domineering attitude, and with two huge cocks. He had also not given him the right numbers of arms and legs, giving him only two of each, when in reality, he had four arms and six legs. He had drawn himself being fucked by the king in every possible position, with a complete disregard for their respective sizes.
They white lady laughed.
“At least, this shows he holds you in great esteem.”
“This does not change the fact that he’s completely wrong from an anatomical viewpoint.”
“But he depicted you in such a manly way!”
He looked at the drawing again and made a comical grimace.
“Do you think he would be disappointed if he knew the truth?”
“I’m not so sure. On the contrary, it could give him a pleasant surprise.”
The king scratched his head, feeling visibly bothered by something.
“What’s wrong dear? Looks like something’s unnerving you!”
He lowered his head as he answered.
“Lurien is a great mind. Both for science and for art. I feel bad at the idea of leaving him in the wrong.”
The white lady giggled.
“You want to correct his mistake? Know that if it was your intention, I wouldn’t oppose.”
He smiled mischievously.
“This is for the sake of both art and science after all.”
“And what art!” She laughed.
“And what science!” He added.
The couple burst out laughing again. Then, the king stood up and exclaimed decisively.
“I hereby declare that it is my duty as the sovereign of Hallownest, and as a friend, to relieve the watcher’s mind of this egregious mistake! Hence I will go tonight to the spire.”
“Be sure to do this in an amusing way. I want you to tell me a fun story when you go back.”
He nodded.
“I will make sure to have a tale full of surprises!”
On these words, the king walked confidently towards the spire.
In his room, Lurien was starting to panic. He had emptied all his pockets on his bed, looked in all his drawers and notebooks, checked every cloak he had, and still, he had not found it. The drawing he had made the other day during an especially boring meeting. His very incriminating drawing. If someone found this, this would be the end of the watcher. He knew he had a very recognizable art style, and if the fact that he used his talents for such base purposes was exposed, who knew what could happened to him? Surely, he could lose his position as the watcher. Or even worse, they could come searching in his workshop, and then… It would be the end of him.
Indeed, it had been years since the watcher had been plagued by his unrequited love for the king. And this love also came with an impressive amount of sexual fantasies. And for years, he had used art as a way to vent off such desires. Of course, he had not indulged in his more profounds fancies when drawing his elaborate pieces of pornography. Despite love and lust, he still had an immense respect for the king, and did not want to depict him in any position one could find degrading. So, he had secretly filled the drawers of is cabinet with paintings many would have found sacrilegious, and a worrying amount of sketches, that revealed that the watcher spent way too much time indulging his “artistic” impulses, often compromising his sleep.
Now, the idea that someone could discover his creations was mortifying. Even his most trusted butler was not allowed to open the secret cabinet, where he kept his finished pieces. This was a place of an utmost secrecy, one that revealed the time he had spent drawing and painting to indulge his lustful tendencies, the first sketches, where he had been trying to imagine what the king looked like, beneath those robes. Musings influenced simultaneously by his respect and by his desires, that had evolved over the years to reach the current way in which the watcher depicted his king. He knew that if one of his most recent pieces were found, it would subject him to such shame and such ridicule he would never be able to live again. The only thing that reassured him was that his more secret desires had never been laid onto paper, for he deemed them too shameful to ever be depicted in art. The idea of his king being submitted to… rougher treatments aroused him all the more for he deemed it forbidden.
The poor watcher was beginning to hyperventilate, still unable to find the incriminating piece of paper, when he heard someone knocking at the door. In a movement of panic, he closed the door of the secret cabinet and locked it, before putting on his mask and go open it. He hoped it could be another boring demand from the palace, something that would help his take his mind away from the worrying turn of events.
However, upon opening the door, he was met with a sight that did nothing to alleviate his terror: this was not a servant, nor a watcher knight, but the king of Hallownest, staring at him with a mischievous expression. The watcher had trouble standing, it felt like at any moment, his knees would give way under his weight, as he greeted the king with a quivering voice.
“Good day, my- my liege… Wha- what owes me the ple- pleasure of your visit?”
Instead of answering, the pale king just entered the room and closed the door behind him. The watcher was mortified, feeling a little weak, he sat on an armchair. He felt ridiculously hot. Even now, he was having the most ridiculous thoughts about his king, and the worst thing was that he couldn’t stop. Since his liege did not seem inclined to speak, Lurien asked again.
“Yes, my so- sovereign? Do you want so- something for me?”
The king approached with small steps, still looking at him with this playful expression. This didn’t help the watcher’s predicament in any way, he felt even hotter, and a well-known sensation was already appearing between his legs. Oh no…
The king stepped closer, and said, with a somewhat humorous tone.
“Do not be so formal, dear watcher, I just came here for I had some inquiries to make about your art.”
Lurien’s eyes widened. He felt as if he had died. A question about his art, in such a moment… could it be that his deeds had already been discovered? He wanted to burry himself so deeply under the earth that nobody would find him ever again.
“Worry not, Lurien, I did not come here to criticize your work. You know that I am an admirer. In fact, I came here because of personal concerns for the progress of your artistic creations.”
The watcher nodded, watching in disbelief as the king began to walk around his workshop.
“You see,” the pale wyrm began, with a sultry tone, “ I have heard from you that before letting their pencil be guided by their pure imagination, a good artist first needs to work from references. However, I am afraid that in your most recent pieces, such references have been rather lacking.”
Lurien swallowed. This was the worst. With this comment, there was absolutely no doubt. The king knew. The wyrm turned towards him with the same air of mischief that made the uneasy sensation in his groin increase, and walked to him elegantly. Then, he took a piece of paper from his pocket. Lurien recognized it immediately. That was it. The shameful doodles he had so unfortunately lost.
“My lady has found this in the meeting room. Looking at this, I must admit, provided us with many laughs. But worry not, watcher, we find no offense in this. In fact, I am quite flattered that my person could prove an inspiration for your creativity.”
Lurien looked at the pornographic drawings, crushed by utter shame. However, the fact that the king was not put off by this helped him relax a little. But then, as if to taunt him with his presence, the wyrm walked to the side of the armchair and leant towards him, taking a peek at the artwork.
“Truly, watcher, I admire your resourcefulness and mastery of anatomy. If it were not for the more… lascivious aspect of this, you could publish it in a book.”
The king leant closer, so much so that the watcher felt as if he was going to expose. His mind was completely overtaken by a contradictory mix of shame, pride and sexual impulse, rendering him almost unable to talk.
“Thank you…” He still managed. “For not punishing me.”
The king let out a small giggle.
“Oh, Lurien, it would be rather silly of me to punish someone for such a thing. Besides, you did no harm, it would hardly be fitting for a king to hold something like this against you.”
The watcher felt reassured. At least, he was not at risk. But still, he did not understand why the king was visiting him about this subject, if it truly did not bother him. Was it to make fun of him, as his demeanor suggested? Or for something else, that he did not dare thinking about, in fear of being completely overtaken by lust.
“No, I do not wish to bring a punishment. However, it is my duty to correct you. See, for lack of a model, your art has become quite unfaithful, so I thought I would take upon myself to remedy this problem.”
“What- what do you mean?”
The watcher had no time to think about his question. In a slow, light movement, he saw light grey robes falling on the floor. He looked up, and gasped. The king was standing in front of him, completely naked. The watcher quickly brought his knees to his torso, in an attempt to hide his erection. For so long, he had fantasized about his body, and now, he was standing right in front of him, with no robe to hide any of his features. Lurien felt hot, his mouth was dry, and he did not even manage to swallow. The wyrm was very different from what he imagined, with a slighter, more delicate frame, and also more limbs, and still, it seemed the real thing exceeded even his wildest fantasies. Now, the desires he had tried to repress were taking hold of him again, as he looked at the creature in front of him intently enough to imprint every detail in his memory.
“Now, watcher, to your pencils. Remember the importance of reference!”
Lurien stumbled awkwardly towards one of his drawers and took a sketchbook and a pencil. Still doing his best to hide his erect member with both weird movements and cloak, he began to draw. The watcher bit his lips. Having the king pose naked for him… it was one of his fantasies, and now that it was taking place in front of his very eyes, he did not know if he had to feel elated or ashamed of himself.
“If you want me to adjust my pose, say so, Lurien, and I will happily oblige.”
The watcher swallowed again and looked at the large bed in the back of the room. He pointed towards it a little shyly.
“Could you… lay there? I mean… It would be more comfortable for you.”
The king smiled.
“Of course, anything to please the artist.”
He jumped on the bed and made a forward roll on it, before adjusting his position. Lurien bit his lip once again, and felt very thankful that he still had his mask on. Now, there was no doubt, the king was obviously taunting him. If it was not the case, why would he take such a sensual position? He strengthened his grip on the pencil and began to make wild, hasty lines, with a result that spoke as much of the artist’s style and talent as of his current predicament. The finished drawing was a little rough, but very expressive, a satisfying result, given the state he was in upon drawing it. He put down his pencil and let out a long sigh.
“Oh, you’re finished already? Come over and let me see!”
Still feeling both extremely ashamed and unbearably horny, the watcher walked towards the bed, and showed him the drawing. The king let out a hum of genuine admiration.
“Oh, you’re good! I’m surprised you managed to draw such a piece in such a short time! Your art is always very expressive, I like it.”
Under his mask, Lurien blushed at the compliment. To him, how the king was about to act so diabolical and so sweet at the same time was a complete mystery.
“Now, sit down, Lurien. I will not leave this room until all your misconceptions have been corrected.”
The watcher sat down very shyly, still trying to hide the fact that he was still half hard underneath his cloak.
“Oh, and could you take of your mask, please? I must admit that you having it while I am so… exposed… It makes me a little nervous.”
Under other circumstances, Lurien would have refused. However, this time, he took of his mask immediately, revealing his three beautiful, deep blue eyes and three antennae. He hated taking it of in front of people, he knew what they thought of his third eye, that it was ugly, a monstrous deformity. However, he did not feel that was with the king. He looked at him as if he did not even know that the third eye was abnormal in any way.
“Thank you, that’s better.”
Lurien nodded in appreciation.
“Now, let us move on to the next step. From what I have seen of your art, it seems you believe that I am rather well endowed. However, I am afraid you would find me more than disappointing in that department…”
The watcher cut him, with an eagerness that was honestly quite ridiculous.
“Oh no, that’s not possible, I swear I would never be disappointed!”
The king laughed.
“Very good then. So, allow me to correct some misconceptions you appear to have regarding the way my body works.”
He crawled closer and began to whisper into the watcher’s ear, with a lascivious tone:
“You see, dear watcher, biological sex does not mean every creature will be built the same way… or will have the same role in reproduction. See, I am a biological male, but… my body is made to receive eggs.”
The watcher immediately felt his cheek becoming bright red as he heard the explanation. He felt a little ashamed too, his old art, now, seemed so far off the mark…
“I will not give you all the details, that would bore you, I am afraid. But maybe, you would like to know what it looks like… in practice.”
The watcher felt himself ready to swoon. That was too much, all this information, and now, the king making such an offering. He felt the heat in his groin and heard his own heavy, lustful breathing.
“Of course”, the wyrm continued, “If you prefer to stay with the theory, I could leave you to your own devices. I would not want to make you uncomfortable.”
The watcher shook his head. In his mind, lust was still battling against shame, but it appeared the former had gained significant ground over the latter.
“Please, don’t leave…” He managed.
“Very good,” the king purred. “So, would you like me to show you?”
Lurien nodded timidly.
“Excellent. This was the development I hoped for. Lay down for me, watcher.”
Lurien did as he was told, now, not even bothering to hide how hard he was. The king crawled above him and delicately took his hand.
“Are you still sure about this?”
The watcher nodded, more energetically this time.
So the king began to guide the other’s hand to his side, then, to his belly, then, to the base of his tail. The watcher shivered as he felt the slit underneath his fingers. It was hot, and already very wet. He felt the king’s finger push against his own, and two digits sunk inside with no resistance. The wyrm made a little high pitched noise, and he felt his walls tightening around his fingers, then relaxing again. Now, the fight was over. Shame had dissipated into the warm air, leaving room only for lust. Filled with a renewed courage, Lurien pushed a third finger inside, as he saw the king twitching above him, obviously, he had a hard time keeping his playful, yet controlling demeanor.
“So, watcher,” he whispered, “do you feel lighter, now that I’ve freed you of your mistake?”
“Yes…” he answered, mustering all his courage. “please don’t stop.”
“I did not intend to.”
On these words, he felt the wyrm grabbing his dick and stroking it regularly, in a way that felt both immensely pleasurable and tantalizing. Lurien began to hear soft, wanton moans, and it took him a few minutes to realize those were his owns. He felt the king’s other hands brushing his chest and his hips, and wondered for a moment why he never dared depicting him with more than four limbs. He could even feel the wyrm’s tail curling around his legs, with the tip getting very close to his ass. The idea crossed his mind, and that was enough to push him on the edge. With his fingers, he pressed deeper inside the king’s hole and began to thrust. The moment he did it, he saw the pale wyrm bend back in a difficult looking position, and felt one finger, wet with slick, pushing against his own entrance.
“Oh god!” He cried.
“See, watcher”, the king said, with a truly wanton voice, “even if I may lack the attributes you so generously depicted me with, I may still indulge in the fantasies revealed by your art.”
On these words, Lurien felt a second finger pushing against his asshole. It hurt a little, but pain was quickly overridden by pleasure, as he felt the wyrm begin a scissoring movement, stretching him slowly but thoroughly. He mimicked the movement in the king’s hole, though in a rougher, clumsier way. He felt slick dripping on his palm, and pressed a fourth finger inside, this time, meeting a little more resistance. The wyrm gasped, but still, he kept pushing in the watcher’s ass. Lurien became more confident with each second, and began to thrust energetically in the other’s now drenched slit, as the king, who, all this time, had managed to stay somewhat silent, was now letting out small moans of pleasure.
Suddenly, he felt the wyrm pulling out of his ass. He would have let out a groan of dissatisfaction, if it was not to feel something else immediately pressing inside. He shivered as he realized this was the tip of the other’s tail. This was not nearly as big as a cock would have been, but it was… much more supple, and the way it began to squirm inside sent Lurien close to the orgasm. He began to push harder with his fingers, when he was interrupted by the other’s hushed, breathy voice.
“Put them out. Now.”
He did so reluctantly, and with a lewd noise, his fingers left the other’s wet, squishy hole. He breathed in with anticipation as he saw him prepare to ride his already swollen cock. The king sank on him, and the watcher’s member, despite its honorable size, slid inside with surprising ease. Now the king was moaning and writhing on top of him, still fucking him with the tip of his tail. The watcher jerked his hips upwards and slammed into him repeatedly, fucking the monarch as deep and hard as he himself was being fucked. His rhythm accelerated and became irregular, both of them now moaning loudly, while the thought that they could be heard did not even cross their mind. He thrust violently into the wyrm as he climaxed, spilling out fat strands of cum inside his partner’s pouch. The wyrm came immediately afterwards, and Lurien felt his cock come into contact with a hot liquid. Some of it spilled out on his belly, it was of a vaguely transparent grey. He felt the other’s tail pull out of his ass, while the king was still sitting on him with his cock deep inside.
“So…” The wyrm breathed. “I hope this could be used for further reference.”
“Not…”
The king tilted his head.
“Not so fast, my liege, I…”
Lurien could not brought himself to say it. He felt both ashamed and turned on by the surprising force of his own libido. The watcher had to admit. He wanted more. Some of the first fantasies he had had about his liege came back to his mind in full force, and this time, he knew he would not be able to resist them. He straightened up, and without pulling out, he flipped them over, so that the wyrm was metaphorically dethroned, and now squirmed under him while panting heavily.
“I am… surprised by your endurance… Lurien.”
The watcher did not answer. Too absorbed in his renewed lust, he began to thrust into the other, hard and fast, making him moan lewdly under him. He felt close once again, but still, managed to control himself a little. He pulled out of his king’s now gaping hole and flipped him on his belly, while easily lifting his tail with one hand and guiding himself back inside with the other. Despite the situation, the pale king laughed.
“That was unexpected! From your drawings I assumed you only liked having it the other way around, but-“
The wyrm was cut in his speech as the watcher grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him with full force, so much so that the king’s humorous comment was quickly turned into loud moans, as he was being fucked vigorously. The watched felt himself getting close once again, and accelerated the rhythm of his thrusts, filling the room with lewd, wet noises. The sight of his king under him, being turned into a hot, moaning mess only pushed him further to the edge. He continued fucking him erratically feeling closer and closer to his release, and then, started to cum for long seconds, as he continued ponding through his orgasm. He felt the wyrm suddenly tense under him as he, too, came for the second time. Lurien exhaled, as the last wave of pleasure hit him. Then, he pulled out slowly, and saw a mix of their seed flow from the king’s hole. They both fell on their back, this time, absolutely spent.
After a few minutes, the king finally said:
“So, watcher, now you’ll have to show me your next drawing. I hope this time, it will be a more faithful representation.”
The watcher chuckled.
“You know, my liege, realism is not the first quality you should await from art.”
“What is it, then?”
“What makes the power of art is not how faithfully it can represent the object depicted, but how deeply it can move the subject watching.”
“If the power of art is to create emotions, then, I must say your last piece can elicit a very strong one.”
The watcher asked, tentatively:
“Being horny?”
“Hilarity.”
The watcher crossed his arms and began to pout.
…
As the white lady was healing small plants of her garden with life giving magic, she was suddenly distracted by her husband’s arrival.
“So?” she asked.
“It went well. Now I am sure our watcher will never be in the wrong again, when it comes to art, at least.”
“I hope you’ve got a fun story to tell me about it then.”
“Worry not, my lady, I am sure you will find this story very pleasing. And through it, you will learn a lot about the watcher.”