#maximethread

Maxime never really cared for parties. Too many people. Couldn't hear yourself think. And worst of all, parties held at his manor meant he was the one expected to do all the work. Just a ghastly endeavor for no really benefit.

But this one was different.

King Stefan —speaking of entities Maxime had no love for— decided it would be a lovely time to hold a gala for his dear, beloved son. He didn't even know the man that well, but if he were anything like the royalty Maxime existed with, then he disliked him, too.

The actually interesting part? This party would, essentially, be the first major event since the introduction of the portals connecting their realm to others. And you know what that meant? Plenty of new fish in the sea for Maxime to, well, fish.

But that's not all. This would also be Maxime's official 'coming out' party following his transition. No longer forced to live his life as a woman after making some shady deals in an outside realm, people from not just his own realm, but several others, would meet the real Maxime Tremaine for the first time. Lots was riding on his performance tonight.

Maxime strolled into the palace with ease, looking every bit the dapper, handsome older gentleman he now was. But he couldn't seem eager. He needed party-goers to come to him. Show their interest. So he waited... perhaps a bit longer than he would have liked... until finally, he saw someone approach him. He wondered if they recognized him from before, or if they were completely oblivious. Time would soon tell.

After a few sessions with Harris, Maxime could honestly say he's noticed a change in the younger man. Their first time? Good, but always room for improvement. Maxime could normally spot a virgin unprompted; Harris seemed a bit too experienced to be one. But the potential was there.

Now, though, Maxime found himself being absolutely demolished by the baby bear, manhandled every which way on his bed, the other's cock splitting his cunt so deeply... thankfully, his children were nowhere to be seen tonight. That would have made the wild moaning impossible to do.

Those who were privileged enough to take Maxime to bed quickly learned just how, well, voracious he could be in his seductions. This only became more true after he granted himself a more masculine form; he finally felt as powerful as he always wanted to be.

This made him dangerous, in a manner of speaking. Hardly a concern when his partner could literally transform into a bear.

"Fuck, you are so big—" groans Maxime, riding the younger man with a fervor Harris had, possibly, never experienced before now. "Your cock is splitting my cunt open, Hell—"

Without even realizing it, the older man begins wrapping a free hand around Harris's throat, gently tightening his grip. He needs something to hold onto. May as well be the thick, firm base of his lover's head.