A Royal Fool "Book 2" : Into The Fray

Part 4: Path of a King

Another battle had finished, and the smell of blood, sweat, and tears still lingered. I have taken many lives throughout this campaign, and yearn for its end. The custom of burying the fallen is imbedded into the minds of the soldiers, they need not be ordered to do so anymore. "Roshtur, I must separate from the army to get to our destination; the way I must walk is one that few can follow," he said with a stern voice. "I will not ask you to follow; the path ahead of me is more dangerous that the heat of battle, and I wish not that upon you," he said. "I'm going, I don't care if I must claw my way through the depths of hell, I am going," I said as sternly as I could. He looked at me as if I startled him, he then smiled and said, "I am glad to hear it my love." He embraced me and kissed me passionately, in front of his entire army. They knew of our relationship, but never saw our affection, until now of course. The soldiers stared at us, seeming rather surprised. "YES, I AM KISSING A PETITE JESTER NAMED ROSTER SAREN, WHO IS ALSO MY LOVER!" he yelled to them as I blushed as hard as humanly possible. "What's the matter my love?" he said. I whimpered pitifully and buried my face in his chest. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you my dear, how about I make it up to you before we set out for our journey?" he whispered to me. He picked me up like I was his bride and carried me to our tent. He laid me down and removed my armor and clothes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and used his mouth in a way that forced me to bite down exceedingly hard on a pillow to prevent from moaning. He stopped and kissed me after a few minutes. He began smiling and whispered, "Turn over." I complied. He pleasured me in such a way that forced my legs to wrap around his head and force it tightly against the part of me which he was currently operating, which only intensified my pleasure. I could no longer see due to the way my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My mouth was agape in a silent scream of joy and pleasure. He finally stopped and I exhaled heavily. "How was it," he asked with a devilish grin. I just pulled him close and held him, eager to rest. He smiled and held me, knowing he had done well.