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It was a chill day in the Kingdom, all the cookies enjoying the calm afternoon to meet in cafes and in busy squares to chat and play as much as they wanted. Even inside the Castle, where many were still busy with incessant research and plans to expand their lands, the air seemed a little lighter. Everyone gave their best for the kingdom and the cookies inside the walls, sleepless nights fueled by worry were nothing but a small price to pay for their glory.
Pure Vanilla hummed, stirring his tea thoughtfully as he watched the colorful stained glass paint the castle hallways in a kaleidoscope of colors. Everything was so quiet today, not even Holyberry was around to chat with him and walk around with her loud steps and booming voice. Ah, if only White Lily was still around…he tapped his silver spoon on the teacup before taking a sip.
Down the silent hallway, the white doors were thrown open with a loud bang, followed by a scandalous loud laugh.
“Out of the way, out of the way! Your king is coming through!” – Custard waved his staff around, marching towards Pure Vanilla with a proud grin and puffed out chest. The older one chuckled, placing his teacup down as he turned his attention towards the child. What a turn of events.
“Why, hello there your highness.” – Pure Vanilla bowed his head lightly, a playful smile on his lips. – “What brings you to this side of the castle?”
The little king stopped on his tracks, just now noticing that this was not the hallway that led to the gardens, but a ‘grow up’ room he wasn’t supposed to be in. Since one of the servants from the castle had caught him trying to sneak in a secret meaning, he had been cautious. Shyly hiding his staff behind his back, Custard eyed Pure Vanilla through his lashes. – “S-Sorry…wrong room. I know I’m not supposed to be here...”
But Pure Vanilla, kind as he is, just waved his hand. – “Don’t worry, it’s just a room for tea and chat. Would you join me for a cup?” – He raised the kettle as an invite. How could Custard deny? Pure Vanilla was kind and knew about so many fun stuff! He always told the best bedtime tales too.
Relieved he wouldn’t be punished, the little boy smiled. - “Yes! As a future king, I must know all about…tea and chat!” – He hurried to a seat next to the ancient, his little legs kicking the air as he sat down and eyed the man eagerly. – “Will you tell me new story today?”
Pure Vanilla pushed some tea towards the child, smiling. – “Isn’t it too early for stories? It’s the middle of the day, you should be running around the castle with your friends, no?” – He asked, but the silent he got as answer didn’t feel right. Then, he remembered, he never really saw Custard playing with the other children…
Ah…
“I don’t have time to play! I’m soon to be king!” – The blond boy crossed his arms, pouting. – “I’m too busy to…to run around.” – His small voice died down as he kicked the air again, sulking. What if the children didn’t want to play with him? What if he felt a little lonely sometimes? The throne of a king is always lonely, anyways…they would all bow to him soon or later.
“Oh yes, a future king. And what does this king do in his free time?” – Pure Vanilla decided to change subject as quick as possible. – “Have you been, perhaps, talking with Gingerbrave and his friends?”
Custard stared down at his cup of tea, his reflection blurry in the hot water. He poked his tongue out, watching his reflection do the same. – “No, he’s always busy too…everyone is always doing something, all the time! Well, except Maddie!” – The small cookie smiled. – “He always has time for me!”
The ancient tilted his head. – “…Maddie? Could you be talking about Madeleine, by chance?”
Pure Vanilla didn’t know much about the commander, only that he was exceptional in battle. He had seen him training, once, far away from the castle in the training grounds behind the stables. The cookie seemed kind and very proud of his techniques and would brag about them around town, swinging his sword and letting his cape flutter in the wind…it was hard to miss. Madeleine never struck him as good with children, though.
The boy nodded. – “He said he would be my personal royal knight when I get to be king! And said that I should learn how to fight!” – Custard swung his spoon in the air like a sword, cutting the air.” – He will teach me all about swords!” – Seeing how eager Custard talked about the commander, Pure Vanilla smiled softy. Ah, children are always so full of energy…
“I see. I’m happy you have such a good friend. But if you want to learn sword-fighting, then shouldn’t you be practicing?”
Custard licked the last drops of tea out of his lips, nodding frantically. – “I was looking for him but…I got lost and ended up here! I forgot about our meeting! – He got up, almost falling down. The chairs in the castle were always too tall for him. – “I gotta hurry!”
Yet, the little cookie turned to the ancient once again. –“Um…do you know which way is the gardens?” He didn’t want to get even more lost in the castle. Pure Vanilla smiled.
“Follow the corridor on the right and you’ll be able to see the garden gates from the windows. The stairs next to it will lead you outside.”
Custard nodded eagerly. –“Thank you!”
And before Pure Vanilla could wave his goodbye, Custard was out the door, running down the hallway. The ancient shook his head, smiling behind a well folded napkin.
“Maddie! Maddie!” – Custard ran down the hills behind the stables, the tall grass almost engulfing him. Holding his little crown down with a hand, he used his staff to push the grass out of his way. He could see the wooden fences that surrounded the training grounds, and sitting on a bench next to it, was Madeleine. Different from usual, his heavy armor was nowhere to be seen. The wind blew through the fields, carrying the scent of cream and bitter coffee. Blue eyes watched as a dark figure turned its back on the knight and walked away, shoulders tense. Madeleine wasn’t alone at all. Custard knew those robes and that smell, actually, it was hard not to.
Espresso was friends with Madeleine, Custard knew that. Maybe best friends, even, because he noticed how close they were of each other. But since Madeleine began spending more time with him, Espresso didn’t seem to like it. Maybe he’s really jealous…maybe he thinks I’m stealing his best friend! – Custard thought, still hiding in the tall grass.
But there was no way to know, because Espresso was gone in an instant, and Madeleine turned his head so slightly and found a pair of baby blue eyes watching him. The commander grinned.
“You’re late, child.”
“Ah!” – Custard gasped, adjusting his crown and walking out of his hiding spot. – “O-Of course not! A king is never late…I was just…very busy!” – He hit the floor with his staff, like he saw Pure Vanilla doing once.
Madeleine got up, dusting his pants off and grabbing his sword. – “You need to remember; a true knight is never busy when there’s training.” – His smile was proud and wide, and even without his cape, he looked like a hero as his hair danced in the wind.
“I know, I know, you said this a hundred times already!” – The young cookie felt like jumping up and down to show his frustration, but nowadays he felt weirdly embarrassed if he acted too childish in front of Madeleine. – “Do I get a sword now? A cool sword, like yours?” – His eyes sparkled as he eyed the one in Madeleine’s hand, the Sword of Divine Light. But the commander only laughed, putting his sword away.
“Are you not forgetting something?” – The blonde man smirked knowingly, crossing his arms. He hadn’t moved from his spot near the fence, so Custard knew he was the one supposed to approach. This ‘adult game’ they played sometimes really made Custard feel all tingly and warm inside, and he didn’t know why.
So Custard shyly nodded, stepping closer until he could smell the faint aroma of sugar and lime that seemed to permanently radiate from the knight. As he got closer, Custard began to notice things he didn’t think he was supposed to; like how Madeleine’s black slacks looked tight and he could clearly see his bulge.
He heard Madeleine laugh softly. – “Where are you looking at?” – He leaned down, breath warm against Custard’s red face. – “Won’t you give me a kiss? Or…could it be you want to use those lips of yours for something else?”
The boy shook his head, embarrassed, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and closing the distance between them. Madeleine’s lips were soft and warm as always, pecking his lips with tiny kisses before shoving his tongue inside Custard’s mouth in a sudden hunger that still left the little boy startled to this day. He gasped, fisting his little hands on Madeleine’s shirt as the knight pulled him close, flush to his body. Custard was so small and soft. The commander felt himself get hard.
Both melted into the hug, Madeleine grabbing a handful of Custard’s ass and pulling him up, pushing the boy against the fence. The little king gasped, wet lips forming a perfect o as his crotch rubbed against the knight’s belly. Madeleine smirked, sucking on Custard’s lips. – “You’re hard.” – His warm mouth traveled down to the boy’s neck, sucking on the tender skin. – “So hard. You enjoy this, hm?” – He bit down, feeling the body below him tense up in pleasure. – “Say you enjoy it...you enjoy it, don’t you?”
“I-I…” – Custard felt his eyes water, overwhelmed with need. – “I…I like it. I want…Maddie to touch me more.”
Madeleine groaned, nodding. His firm hands squeezed the boy’s soft ass cheeks, fingers twitching to rip those shorts apart. – “You’re so adorable…and you wear these socks…you have such nice legs for a child.” – He pressed a hard kiss on Custard’s temple. – “Fuck. It is so unfair.”
“Maddie said a bad word.” – Surprised, he blinked up. He had never heard Madeleine swear before. He was so might and proud of being himself and doing the right thing, always, that swearing looked near impossible for someone like him. But Custard noticed with a pang of something harm inside him that this Madeleine was one only he saw. Only he could see the knight like this. Only he could see him flushed and embarrassed. And only he could make him so hard like this.
The knight laughed, hair sticking to his sweaty temple and cheeks. –“Apologies. You’re right. Let us keep this a secret between us too, alright?” – And Custard nodded. He noticed how Madeleine’s long hair cascaded around their faces, like a soft curtain hiding their love from the outside world.
“You are being such a good boy today. What do you think should we do about this?”
Madeleine’s erection pressed hard against Custard’s ass. The child bit his lips, legs firmly wrapped around the commander’s waist. He wanted to shake his head and say he didn’t know; he didn’t know what he wanted. He felt so confused yet so warm inside, and his crotch felt hot and wet and he didn’t know why. But something in Madeleine’s eyes told him that no wrong answers would be allowed.
“…between my legs?” – He tried, shyly playing with the frills on the other’s shirt. Madeleine hummed, gaze traveling down to the little king’s legs wrapped around him. So soft-looking, smooth, and warm.
“You want my cock between your legs?” – He teased.
“Ah- umn…y-you said you like my legs, right? So…do something about it!” – Custard puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, blushing. There it was again, Maddie saying bad things and making him embarrassed.
Custard felt the low humble of Madeleine’s laugh against his chest, and blinked in surprise as his feet touched the grass again; the knight’s warmth suddenly gone. Panicking, he wondered if he had said something wrong, if Madeleine didn’t like to be bossed around – by a child, even. But when he looked up and found eyes full of lust looking back at him, Custard felt his back hitting the fence behind him. Madeleine licked his lower lip, hands making quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open to show a flushed chest and firm abs. – “Afraid?”
Of course not! – The young cookie thought. Madeleine was undressing, which meant he was supposed to undress too. And very slowly, with his eyes fixed on the ground, Custard clumsily tugged his cape lose, watching it pool on the ground around his feet. He still felt embarrassed by doing this, but tried his best to look as eager as the knight.
Suddenly Madeleine knelt before him, smiling gently. Feeling the nervousness of his lover, he caressed the boy’s hip. – “Let me assist you.” – His voice was soft and easily coached the boy to meet his gaze again, receiving a quick peck on the lips. Custard held Madeleine’s shoulders as the older one pulled his shorts down; the cool breeze making his legs shiver. He still had his knee-high socks on, and as he stepped out the discarded clothes, Custard felt Madeleine kneed and squeeze his thighs. He gasped and leaned into the touch, his forgotten erection accidentally pressing against the knight’s arm.
Instead of pulling away, he rocked his hips forward, moaning at the delicious friction against his little cock. It made his legs weak and something hot curl inside him, and Custard couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from his mouth every time Madeleine pressed his palm back up against his groin, squeezing and rubbing his cocklet and balls in a way that made Custard’s eyes roll back.
“Fuck.” – Madeleine gasped, pawning at his own erection between his legs. – “Turn around.” – He had to force himself to stop touching Custard, or he would just pull his cute white briefs down and milk him until his little balls were empty. The young cookie nodded, turning his back to Madeleine with shaky legs, spreading them a little. The buzz of arousal still traveled through his body, and the sweat was cool on his temple. He couldn’t believe that someone so cool as Maddie was doing this to him. Adult things. Something that only adult cookies who really liked each other could do. The thought made Custard’s cheeks heat up.
Maddie likes me that much? – As the thought seeped into his mind, he felt his heart do a little flip. – M-Maybe I like Maddie that much too… - He arched his back, presenting his ass. Madeleine liked when he did that. But different from before, there was no slap or soft touches.
And just as the small cookie opened his mouth to question the knight, he felt something warm and hot poke his thighs from behind; before finding its way between them. Madeleine’s chest pressed against his back, breathing hard and warm. Custard froze in place, before looking down to find Madeleine’s cock sliding in and out of between his thighs. – “Press your legs- ah-yes, like that.” – Madeleine gasped, his arms coming up to wrap around the little cookie like a hug. – “Good boy.”
Custard’s chest swelled with pride. He was a good boy.
As Madeleine began to move, thrusting so hard that Custard’s little body was pushed forward over and over, that hot tingly feeling on his lower abdomen came back. His cocklet throbbed, leaking so much precome that a wet spot began to form on his briefs. Madeleine angled a rough thrust against his balls, pressing against his perineum, and Custard threw his head back and moaned, pressing back against the commander. Behind him, Madeleine cursed, biting his lips and quickening his pace. Custard drove him crazy. His cock had never been this hard before, and the boy’s inner thighs were wet and warm and squeezing his dick in a way that Madeleine had to fight against the heat pooling on his belly way too quickly. Custard didn’t know why, but the sound of slapping skin - so obscene – made his dick twitch.
With clumsy hands, Custard pushed his briefs down enough for his cocklet and balls to spring free. And mimicking Madeleine, squeezed his small length in one hand, moaning at the feeling. He palmed and pulled on his balls, his watery eyes rolling back in pleasure. – “Ma-Maddie…feels…!”
“Feels good, mn?” – The knight grunted, burying his head on the curve of Custard’s shoulder. He squeezed the boy in a thigh hug, hips stuttering. This kid, masturbating in front of him like this in public, like it was normal. Like it was normal for him to thighfuck a child senseless behind everybody’s back. – “Divine-!” - Madeleine moaned, biting on the boy’s shoulder as he came hard, cock throbbing between soft legs as thick spurs of cum coated them. Custard gasped, the feeling of something hot and sticky running down his legs. He looked down, watching Madeleine thrust one more time before slipping his cock out. Not only his socks were ruined now, but the fence had also been coated in a good amount of cum as well.
He wasn’t able to worry over it too much though, as suddenly Madeleine’s warm hand was wrapped around his cocklet. A shiver ran down the boy’s spine. – “You haven’t come yet?” – Madeleine’s voice sounded almost hurt as he slowly began pumping the little cock in his hand. Custard moaned, arms trembling. He had been supporting himself against the fence for some time now, if Madeleine kept playing with him like this, he really wouldn’t be able to keep his footing anymore. His legs already felt like jelly.
Custard remembered he hadn’t answered Madeleine’s question, and he shyly shook his head. Fortunately, the knight’s sweet scent was all around him, mixed with the salty smell of something more.
Madeleine smiled, kissing the boy’s cheek tenderly. – “You’re still young, maybe my charms can’t fully work on you.” – Because, let’s be real, who wouldn’t cum by just looking in his direction? Madeleine had the looks and knew how to swoon his ladies. Obviously, Custard had no idea what went through the commander’s head, thrusting against Madeleine’s hand, his little mouth letting out gasps and moans that got louder and louder. With his free hand, Madeleine pulled the young cookie into a kiss as he came, moaning against the knight’s lips. His obscene sounds were drowned into the kiss, Madeleine sucking on his small and soft tongue, letting drool run down their chins.
Custard was the first to pull away for air, his breathing shaky as he gazed into Madeleine’s eyes. The knight looked content, pressing their lips back into a kiss before standing up. Madeleine whistled, blowing hair – now messy – out of his face. – “That surely was something, huh? Did you enjoy it?” – He asked, buttoning his shirt back up. His slacks were still open, his soft cock still on display – “What a question, of course you did!”
As the commander laughed, Custard pulled his briefs up again. Every time they did something like this, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed afterward. But Madeleine always enjoyed their time like this, and he never acted embarrassed over it, quite the opposite. Custard had to admit that it felt good for him too. No other adult touched him like that, or made him pee that sticky white stuff. The boy wanted to ask someone – maybe Pure Vanilla – if feeling like this was normal, but he had promised that this was a secret between only him and Madeleine. While bending down to catch his cape, Custard noticed his ruined socks.
The boy whined. – “Maddie, you…you ruined my socks! How can a king walk around like this?!”
Madeleine turned to the boy, raising his brow. He eyed the cookie’s legs and opened his mouth, but thought better. He thought of himself in that state, if his precious armor were to get dirty with cum of all things…he made a face. – “It would be better to discard them. Don’t you have more of those back at the castle?”
“Yes but…just walk around without them?” – The little king looked down. They really were ruined…not even washing them would do it. How can Maddie get so much of this sticky stuff out? Custard was stubborn, and he really wanted to just cross his arms and stomp his feet. But Madeleine was already dressed, leaning into his sword with a smile on his face.
“You know I like your legs.”
And how could Custard forget. The young cookie huffed, kicking his shoes off and pulling his sticky socks down. – “Maddie, you’re such a pervert.” – He mumbled, pouting. He didn’t know what pervert meant, but he heard Chili Pepper say it once, so it must mean something bad. He really liked those socks, ok?
The young cookie braced himself for any kind of reaction his words might have caused, but he did not expect Madeleine to approach him so calmly, a hand snaking around his hips. Madeleine pulled him close, and Custard had to crane his head up to look at him. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the deep kiss he found himself in as he did so, but his little body relaxed and he hugged Madeleine close, eyes sliding shut.
It was such a tender kiss that even after Madeleine pulled away, Custard kept his eyes closed for a little longer.
“Indeed, I’m a pervert.” – The knight ran his hand up and down the boy’s back. – “But if you do not wish to get pounded right here and now, I would choose my next words wisely.” – Madeleine’s smile had an edge to it, and his blue eyes shone with such deep desire that Custard quickly nodded.
After putting his shoes on a throwing his poor socks away, Custard grabbed his forgotten staff off the floor. The sun had set long ago, the sky dark and cloudy with incoming rain. – “Where are we going now? We spent the whole noon here and you didn’t teach me a thing…” – He kicked the grass, upset.
“Now, now. Let us return to the castle! There’s always another day for sparing and swordsmanship!” – Madeleine slapped his shoulder, laughing. – “Are you not hungry? I wonder if Espresso still has those cream jellies from that day…splendid taste, I may say!”
As the knight babbled away, swinging his sword around as they made their way back between the tall grass, Custard felt himself pouting again. Why did he bring up Espresso Cookie again? He thought of the cookie in the training grounds, talking to Madeleine. Espresso looked upset, and Madeleine was ignoring him…the young cookie didn’t know why, but he felt very happy with that. But now Madeleine talked about him like nothing had happened. Maybe they were still friends. Maybe Espresso Cookie was Madeleine’s best friend, still.
“Maddie?”
“Hm?” – Madeleine looked over his shoulder. Custard gripped his staff tightly.
“Are you and Espresso Cookie friends?”
The commander looked confused. – “Yes?”
“But, earlier today…you seemed…”
“Ah.” – Madeleine turned to him, scratching his neck nervously. – “We were just chatting while I waited for you. It is nothing to worry about.”
Custard wasn’t fully convinced. – “Do you like him? The same way you like me?” – He knew his puppy eyes were working, because Madeleine froze in place and looked away.
“It is complicated. Let us forget about this, yes?”
“…Can we hold hands, then?”
“I don’t see why not.” – Madeleine offered his hand, and Custard easily took it. The commander’s hand was big and firm against his, and he didn’t mind when Custard would swing their joined hands back and forth.