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The war with Novoselia was over, and all their lands had been annexed.
New neighbours were up in arms, accosting King Byakuya to honour their trade deals and such that they’d had with Novoselia.
Junko Enoshima’s head hadn’t yet stopped bleeding from where it’d been severed from the rest of her body when a new battle rose up on his new borders, so Byakuya took up the Novoselic Palace as his own in order to deal with this new, smaller war.
Fortunately, he still had plenty of troops on hand. Novoselia’s People rejoiced when Junko Enoshima’s head had rolled, and so pledged their lives to their saviour.
Whispers abounded that The King would take the Princess to wife, even if she went unwillingly to the altar.
She was kept in a grand castle tower with her noble ladies in waiting, and treated quite well by loyal Togamist’s throughout the months.
Then…one day, she was brought to her original chambers, with all her ladies.
“His Majesty has commanded you to pick out your finest,” The old Butler said, gesturing to the many racks of finely made dresses.
“What…does h…his…” Sonia swallowed tightly, frightened. “-his maj…majesty…intend to do?”
“You will not question your King,” The old man said stonily. “You have till sunset to choose.”
There was a collective, quiet squeak among the women, starting to scramble throughout the racks for this garment or that garment…
-
In the end, Sonia had gathered a pale gold/champagne coloured dress, layered and ruffled with fine, beautiful Novoselian silk, with a sweet-heart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves, matched with a necklace encrusted with diamonds and a ruby the size of a baby’s fist between her breasts, and an heirloom tiara upon her golden head.
Even if she was an unwilling bride, she would still be a beautiful bride.
Pennyworth looked over at her for a moment, examining the dress. “Adjustments will need to be made.” He rumbled thoughtfully. “Take it off, and leave it here. You will be escorted back to your chambers.”
Adjustments? It fit fine!
But Princess Sonia had no recourse but to obey, doing as the butler commanded.
[A few days later]
“I indulge you too much,” Makoto said idly, laid back on a chaise lounge, ankles crossed as flowing champagne coloured fabric artfully around his body as the court painter did their work. “I really have to ask why , Byakuya?”
They’d cut Princesses choice gown at the front, so the brunette’s legs were showing up to his mid-thigh, leaving the back of it intact to flow like a regular gown, and apparently used the cut cloth to make long, wrist-length sleeves that connected to a silver ring that the brunette wore on his middle finger, and a sheer, patterned panel over the now rounded neckline that went up to his throat but left the shoulders bare, where he wore the bright red ruby on a jewelled collar.
He wore no shoes, but did wear long, see-thru cream stockings, attached to a visible garter.
“These halls are filled with portraits of the enemy family,” Byakuya said simply, pouring a glass of actual champagne into a flute, gingerly handling it to the brunette. He leaned over the back of the lounge, kissing Makoto briefly. “I’m redecorating.”
“With over twenty portraits of me in dresses?” Makoto asked, incredulous as he sipped the offered champaign as the blonde backed off.
“I’m aiming for an even one hundred eventually, but that’ll be over a couple years.” Byakuya hummed, turning away from the brunette and artist, heading back to a long dining table where untold thousands of papers and lawbooks were sitting. He was still sorting through the enmeshment of the former Novoselia Nation and Togami Empire. “And I consider you a far more fair subject to decorate with rather than the dead and dusty reproduction art of my ancestors.”
“Nice to know I’m more visually interesting than Great Old King Byakuya the seventeenth or whatever,” Makoto snorted, setting aside the flute of champagne.
“Technically speaking, I’m King Byakuya the First,” Byakuya intoned, not sounding all that bothered by Makoto’s light ribbing as he sat down at the long table arrayed with Novoselian debts and records to sort through. Enoshima had certainly done a number on the treasury, but it was nothing a Togami couldn’t handle.
Nothing Byakuya couldn’t handle.
A band played softly in the corner, filling the grand hall with music to occupy the air rather than sitting in stony silence with only the sound of a brush on canvas and flipping papers to fill it.
Every so often, some noble would enter, taking a knee and swearing their vows of loyalty to the new king as he tirelessly worked, side-eyeing the lounging brunette when they entered.
“I get the feeling that I’m not welcome,” Makoto said, standing and stretching a bit, stiff after posing for hours.
“More than likely, you’re not,” Byakuya said, eyes never leaving the pages before him. “Novoselia was a far more modest country, heavily regulated pleasure houses, prostitution outlawed in most provinces, no wine allowed three days a week, clothing laws dictating massive fines for public crossdressing- you and I must seem like degeneracy personified, sullying these holy halls.”
“Mmn…” Makoto hummed in understanding, padding over to a nearby short table with the champagne, pouring another glass before moving over to the blonde, setting it gingerly onto the table before him. He stood behind the dining chair, arms sliding around his neck, hands lacing together down his chest, whispering into the king’s ear. “Degenerates of Novoselic rejoice, because their new king is just as much of a pervert.”
Byakuya chuckled as Makoto’s breath tickled his ear, warmth puffing against sensitive skin. He reached up, hand carding through short brunette hair, dislodging the tiara he wore and causing it to clatter to the ground. “Ahh, what man can live without an indulgence or two?” He asked as Makoto shifted, going from directly behind him to sit on the arm rest, Byakuya then tugging him closer to put the shorter boy into his lap properly, knees braced onto the chair on either side of Byakuya’s hips as the long dress flowed out behind him.
Lips pressed together in a soft, loving kiss, and Byakuya’s hand slid up the shorters’ thigh, just to feel the warmth and flex of his lover’s body beneath his palm, going from the sheer stockings to bare skin underneath the skirt, giving his asscheek a little squeeze that caused Makoto to pull back from the kiss a little to gasp.
“Oh…” He breathed, blushing pink. He laid his head on Byakuya’s shoulders, nuzzling into his neck, nose against the kings’ pulse. “My Byakuya, tonight…?”
Byakuya shifted the brunette slightly, lifting him by the waist to put his ass in his lap, legs together and over the armrest of the chair with the bulk of his gown thrown over the opposite armrest, where he was free to glide his hand along Makoto’s thighs as much as he pleased. “Tonight,” he assured his lover, kissing his neck. “And every night you’ll have me.” He added.
“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep,” Makoto chuckled lowly, tickled by the blondes kisses.
“Are you challenging me, mon amor?” Byakuya growled playfully into his ear.
“Consider it…a warning,” Makoto returned affectionately, pulling him into another kiss. “I have more of that love potion Kirumi gave me.”
“I’ll have to tell the staff we’ll be taking our meals in the bedchamber for the next week,” Byakuya huffed with a smirk.
The twosome continued their amorous embrace, kissing sweetly as the music played and artist worked.
They were interrupted by the door being pushed open, the former Princess walking in with one of Byakuya’s head councilers, Kyoko Kirigiri. The king was sat with a lapful of his paramor.
“Sonia Nevermind,” The King greeted with his arms still wrapped around Makoto’s waist, his hair lightly mused from the smaller carding his hands through his hair.
She peeked through blonde eyelashes. “You-!” Sonia gasped. “That dress- It’s ceremonial! It’s only meant for the Princess of Novoselia!!”
Her shouts caused the musicians to stop their gentle playing.
“There is no more Novoselia,” Byakuya said pointedly, gently sliding the brunette off his lap and standing, with the brunette standing with him. He walked towards the girl as Makoto sat in the chair he vacated. “So, the purpose of the dress is no longer.”
Sonia almost wanted to hyperventilate, looking at what King Byakuya’s seamstresses had done to her gown in order to make it fit a slender and short male.
“How very like the Togami Empire,” she said stonily, tears edging her eyes. “To be so lascivious and butcher Novoselia’s ceremonial dress into something so…so…”
“When you’re done thinking of an adjective, let me know,” Byakuya said, annoyed. “Until such time, I have buisness to discuss with you.”
The brunette stood from the chair, going to the king and fitting the forgotten champagne glass into his hand, tippy-toeing to whisper into his ear.
Byakuya bent to listen, his arm wound around his waist.
“Be kind, My Byakuya.” He whispered.
Byakuya sighed softly, facing his lover and touching his cheek and pulling him into a soft, brief kiss.
“I will try, Mon Amor.” The king replied in kind, kissing him once more quickly. He released the brunette, letting him return to the lounge where the painter was, going to approach the former princess himself.
Byakuya tilted back the glass quickly, drinking it all without a breath, and set the glass back down onto the table.
“I offer you a choice,” Byakuya said, arms folded behind his back, looking down at the princess. “Forsake your name, and join a nunnery of my choice, where you will be watched like a hawk for thirty years. After which, you will be released upon your own recognisance. Or, keep your name, and marry a half brother of mine to bear me an heir.”
“What?” Sonia whispered, incredulous. “You-? So, it’s…waste my childbearing years in a nunnery, so no future Novoselic royal can contest against you, or…give my royal lineage to you, and legitimise your take over?”
“There was also the third option of giving you a dagger and a small private cell, but My Love back there has told me not to offer such a deal,” Byakuya said, sounding slightly resigned and a bit annoyed. He took a breath, and sighed. “So I offer you my half brother or the nunnery. What you do to yourself with a dagger afterwards is none of my concern.”
“W…what of my Ladies?”
“They will be married off to lesser lords from the colonies,” Byakuya said airily. “Fourth and fifth sons. They won’t go hungry, but they won’t help you plan a revolt against me.”
“I…” Sonia swallowed tightly, her legs trembling beneath her. A chance to keep living! To keep moving on, to forget what a fool she and her family had been, listening to Enoshima, to cleanse her name and the names of her family, to work towards a redemption in the eyes of her people…She fell to her knees, hands together as she looked up at the blonde man before her. “I choose…your brother. I-I’ll…I’ll make your heir.”
“Thank you,” Byakuya said, hand held out. Still trembling finely, she took his hand to pull herself to a stand. “You will leave tonight. Your wedding will not be grand, as it will only be a formality. My brother is a kind, if stupid, man. I’m sure he’ll grow on you.”
“If…I may ask, what’s his name?”
“Byakuya Togami,” Byakuya answered. He must’ve noticed the confusion on her face. “We were both born within hours of each other, and named for the same ancestor.”
She nodded in apparent understanding. “What will happen to me now?”
“By his own request, he lives in a castle by the sea, with only the bare essential staff. Well, bare except for his kitchen staff, he does quite like to eat. He was good to me in my fight for the crown, so I pay as he wants for the life he wants.”
Sonia let out a slight, shaky breath. “May…May I go, then? Your…Your Highness?”
If Byakuya was pleased that the former Novoselic Princess had taken up his title to admit to her informal abdication, he didn’t show it in the slightest. “Kirigiri,” He called, turning his back to her, walking back up. “Take her to the carriage, and guard her until she reaches my brother on the coast.”
Kyoko simply nodded. “Lady Sonia.” She said, bowing slightly. “If you’d follow me.”
With that, the two women walked out.
Byakuya sighed, almost visibly deflating once the doors were closed again. “I’m just about done with all this work for the day,” he said, hand going to rub his neck. He went over to where the painter was working. It was decently blocked out, the artists’ main subject, Makoto, was not as yet detailed as he wanted.
“Continue work on the background,” Byakuya said, going to scoop up Makoto from the lounge. “I’ll be taking the rest of the day to myself, return tomorrow.”
Makoto allowed himself to be carried, smiling sweetly as he cuddled into the blonde’s chest as he was whisked away from the hall, to their new chambers.
-
“Be kind, My Byakuya.”
Rumours of Makoto’s effect on the king resonated beyond the halls of the court, first purported by that same court painter and musicians who heard those softly whispered words in the total silence that had followed the former Princesses’ tearful outburst.
Despite the nobles’ trepidation concerning Makoto, it seemed like the common people really were rejoicing his arrival.
They were in bed one day when Makoto heard shouts and drums. He sat on Byakuya’s thighs, rubbing warm oil and massaging the king’s stiff back, both of them entirely naked. “What is that?” He asked, perhaps a bit worried. Were the Novoselians revolting?
“A Novoselian Prayer,” Byakuya groaned softly, relaxed under his lovers’ hands. “They scream, dance and beat drums hoping to catch God’s attention for a collective wish.”
“Are they unhappy?” Makoto wondered. “Hungry?”
“Last I heard,” Byakuya yawned. “It’s a public prayer, asking God to bless your womb with child so my heir inherits your kindness.”
“...They do know I’m a man, right? I don’t have a womb.” Makoto asked.
“Mmn. It seems all the paintings have put that into question among the people,” Byakuya said, snorting with a smirk. “Shall I arrange a nude painting to refute it?”
Makoto rolled his eyes slightly, crawling over the blonde’s back, laying himself onto him, kissing the nape of his neck. “Like you’d ever allow a painting like that to be displayed.”
Byakuya chuckled, enjoying the feel and weight of the brunette across his back. “Mmn…You’re right. I’d kill the painter after they were finished, too.”
“So jealous,” Makoto hummed, nuzzling into the side of his head, kissing his hair. “My Byakuya, it’s about time for you to fulfil your promise again…”
“Ahh, you’re insatiable.” Byakuya chuckled, turning to wrap an arm around the shorters’ shoulders, turning and pinning his naked lover to the bed, kissing him deeply as Makoto’s legs wrapped around his hips, squirming closer to his prize.
Makoto’s breath hitched as his fingers met with the kings’ cock, already hard and dripping. He slid his fingers across his length, his tongue twisting with Byakuya’s, swallowing the kings’ moans as he slathered his manhood with the massage oil still coating his palm, placing the thick head against his fluttering, well-used hole.
Byakuya pressed in, thrusting deeply as Makoto’s tender rim spasmed, already well lubricated with Byakuya’s morning spend earlier that day.
“S-still-!” Makoto gasped as his guts were invaded. “God, stay still, please~!”
“Hnngh…” Byakuya groaned, grinding his hips into Makoto’s body, disobeying. “You always enjoy the first stab, mon amor.”
“Y-yes~!” Makoto hiccuped, his face, neck and shoulders flushed with arousal, his insides twitching, pressing down on the thick intrusion. He could feel his walls being parted, feel his King’s cock nestling deeply into his hole, driving his prostate to rub up against Byakuya’s shaft. “M-My Byakuya-!”
“Maybe I ought to put you back into that Princess gown again,” Byakuya murmured into his ear. “You can sit on my cock all day long, and nobody would be none-the-wiser.”
“Please- no-!” Makoto wheezed, fingers failing to grip onto Byakuya’s broad back with the slickness of the massage oil. “I-I’d scream, My Byakuya! You f-feel…s-so good! Too-!!”
Byakuya’s hips drew back, slamming back into the shorter with a lewd squelch, moaning as that sweet, weak twitching tightened around his shaft, Makoto gasping and whining low in his chest. Makoto’s begging for his king to stay still were soon replaced with demands.
“Please, please, harder-! More~!”
Byakuya kissed along Makoto’s pulse, kissing against his neck, feeling the rapid blood flow beneath his lips as he fucked his beloved peasent into the bed, feeling his rim squeeze and tighten as the head of his cock pressed into him, rutting hard against his deepest sweet spot.
Makoto’s legs rose up, tightening in a vice around Byakuya’s waist. “There-!!” He cried out, tears edging his eyelashes as he clenched them tight.
Byakuya reached behind him, forcefully gripping Makoto’s legs and untangling himself from them, holding onto the backs of his knees and forcing the former maid to essentially bend in half, holding his legs up and making his asscheeks spread, exposing his pink, needy asshole as it flexed around Byakuya’s cock.
Makoto whimpered, embarrassed as his body still clung to Byakuya as he drew back, then sliding in and almost bruisingly ramming into Makoto’s pliant hole, almost collapsing when he felt his cock head ‘pop’ into something inside Makoto’s body, eyes almost rolling back as his sensitive underglands were enveloped in hot, slick pressure, unable to stop the overflow of sensation as he came, squirting his seed deeply into his lover.
With the position, angle, circumstances and incredible luck, Byakuya had unknowingly pushed past his sigmoid colon and accessed a hitherto unknown sort of pleasure.
“Don’t move!!” Makoto wailed, gripping so tightly onto Byakuya’s thighs, he was on the verge of drawing blood as he felt his king cumming inside him, marking his deepest spots. “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t-” he broke off with a swear, hips twitching madly, his own cock drooling precum onto his stomach, his hole pulsing badly as he screamed with his orgasm.
Byakuya groaned as his dick softened, still inside the maid.
“Ohh…ohhh, my King, my Byakuya…” Makoto gasped, legs trembling as they were released. “That…that was bad…” he swallowed dryly, lips open in a pant. “I’m never going to let you go now. Your kingdom will fall into ruin unless you can govern while fucking me.”
“Haaah, Mon Amor, you are so greedy ,” Byakuya chuckled breathlessly, kissing his panting paramor.
They would remain enwrapped within one another for the rest of the day and night. The next morning, Byakuya had to unfortunately peel himself away from his love, still quite determined to reach that heart-thundering high just one more time, but was swiftly denied with a kiss.
Days and weeks would pass in such a fashion, Makoto dragging his love away from work when the day had ended, keeping his company at nights, ensuring he ate by choosing his dinners, even meeting with the common folk as his proxy when things were busy, when word arrived that the former Princess was pregnant, and living quite the happy, simple life with her new husband.
“If we pass off this child as ours,” Byakuya mused one day, laid up in bed with a very naked Makoto in his arms as he read through mail. “History might actually call you a woman.”
“It seems like that’s my fate regardless,” Makoto groaned softly, nuzzling into Byakuya’s shoulder. “Already those who come to see me in your place call me your Princess Consort my mistake. I can’t even get hard anymore because I get all my pleasure from behind.”
Byakuya smirked, perhaps a little proud of that. Makoto was now perfectly moulded to him, nobody else ever would, or ever could, make his lover scream in pleasure like he did.
“I’ve done well to try get you with child,” Byakuya hummed. “Shall we try again in celebration of my niece or nephew?”
“Ah, My Byakuya is so virile…” Makoto whispered worshipfully, kissing the king, dragging him to loom over him…
Prosperity would reign for decades under the Togami Empire, and history would forever debate if his only known lover, a peasant taken from the laundry and the person King Togami Byakuya was buried next to as if they were a beloved Queen, was a man or woman.
-The End-