former kinkblog

Morvran is 15 when the Emperor takes him to his bed for the first time. He’s been part of his household for a year after the debacle with his family, and knew this was likely to happen, so he behaves himself as best he can when the Emperor orders the guards out of the room so they can talk privately. 

The Emperor is beautiful, and cold as glass, but Morvran convinces himself it’s a good choice. That the Emperor taking his virginity while he is not even at the age of majority, so that he will know how it will feel and not to fear it, is an honor and a privilege, and he shakes as Emhyr orders him into the bedroom but he goes with his head held high. 

Emhyr watches him strip down, quietly ordering him to take his time peeling out of his clothes. Face flushing with mortification, he does, awkward and uncertain, and slowly is bare and shivering in the Emperor’s chambers in spite of the fire. 

Emhyr orders him onto the bed.

Morvran goes, scrambling up, and watches as Emhyr pulls off his heavy surcoat and his shirt, and then the rest. He’s scarred but very strong, and Morvran doesn’t know if he’s supposed to look or avert his eyes. It doesn’t matter. Emhyr fetches something slick, orders him to his knees with his face down and hips raised, and he does what he’s told. 

The first few fingers aren’t bad, but it does feel strange, and his cock can’t decide if he likes it or not. The third decides him to a yes, and the fourth- the fourth, the Emperor deigns to graze something inside him that feels wonderful, and his cock jerks at last, embarrassing in its eagerness, and he wants to touch but is ordered to keep his hands away. 

And then the Emperor mounts him, heavy and powerful, and Morvran has to bite the pillows hard to keep from screaming. He’s thick and hot, and despite the stretching Morvran’s in exquisite, cock filling pain and lust. The Emperor’s hands on his hips squeeze tight enough he’s sure he’ll bruise, and he pants desperately as he starts babbling, begging mindless and desperate. 

Emhyr smiles at the crying, begging boy under him. Morvran has needed to be broken in for a while, and he has high hopes for the boy proving to be enjoyable for several years. He needs training, of course, but there really is nothing like breaking a new young virgin to bridle. He’s tight and burning hot, too, and Emhyr leans his weight down against the line of his back to make him feel how much smaller he is, how overpowered. Morvran keens weakly against the bedsheets, and Emhyr takes his time, savoring every shake as he drags his hips slowly out and then slams his cock back in to the hilt. Morvran gasps each time, mouth falling open, and Emhyr can’t resist grabbing his hands to pin to the bed so he can’t reach for his cock. 

It’s good for boys his age to learn to come on their master’s cocks alone, it shows obedience and submission healthy in a ward or servant. Emhyr has had a string of pretty teen serving boys learning obedience on his cock, as his owned and doted on servants should, and now they’re well trained to devotion towards him and only him. Emhyr buries his face against Morvran’s neck, inhaling the smell of his hair and biting hard into his neck to make him squirm and thrash helplessly, his feet kicking a little as he’s held trapped under Emhyr’s body and pinned on his cock. 

Emhyr loves this. Morvran’s nearly crying under him now as he lazily chases his pleasure, ignoring Morvran’s needs entirely, and it’s just perfect. Pavetta had been an unexpected joy, small and dainty and desperate to rebel, and her cunt had been the sweetest young thing. She’d barely become a woman when he got Cirilla on her, his precious Child Surprise devoted and blossoming on his cock, obedient to his whims even as she grew heavy in her pregnancy. His ward will be just the same, in time submitting perfectly to him. And one day, he thinks with an ugly little thrill, one day he will train Cirilla just the same. He’s had portraits of her made by spies, and she’s the image of her mother. When she’s of breeding age, he’ll be thrilled to have her under him as well. Pavetta, Morvran, Cirilla, all of them will be his down to their bones. 

Morvran wails as he bites in a new spot and speeds up, shaking and fighting in his grip from how overwhelmed he is. Emhyr has never adored the boy, but right now, with him fully owned and Emhyr’s mark permanently staining him, his virginity owned and taken, he thinks he could grow to like him plenty. 

Morvran shudders and comes all over the bedspread, legs giving out. Emhyr smirks, pleased, and murmurs sweet nothings into his ear as he fucks him through the aftershocks and well into overstimulation. The boy tries weakly to get away, but pinned under Emhyr’s bulk, all he can do is take it. Emhyr takes his time, enjoying the build up as Morvran’s eyes fill with pretty tears, and when he finally comes it’s to the beautiful sight of overwhelmed tears spilling over. He doesn’t pull out, just stays in the boy and kisses the tears off of his face. 

It’s good training for him, to learn that his comfort and desires are secondary to whoever holds his leash. Emhyr treats him with kisses and praise, bathes him and rubs oils over him, and gives him the entire next day to laze around and be coddled in the Emperor’s chambers. He blossoms under the attention, any discomfort whisked away by the sweetness Emhyr gives him.

It works like a dream. Morvran is shy, but sweet, and when Emhyr is done for the day he returns to find the boy waiting obediently for him, eyes big but hopeful in bed.