Tsarevich and the Priest (For Jinchu)

[Poesdaughter]

Nikita gave a little groan at the feeling of the fingers slipping inside of him, because even with the addition of the lubricant the stretch of the digits entering him stung. The sting, however, wasn’t nearly as bad as the humiliation of feeling such an intimate area being touched in that possessive and dominating way. Princes were certainly not meant to be doing this; they were meant to be dignified and noble and not tearful little boys volunteering to be sodomized. The sense of being humbled was impossible to ignore when his husband’s fingers moved in such a way as to send a little wash of pleasure through him amidst the shame. Even worse was the discovery that Nikita was quickly growing aroused at the addition of the caressing of his cock; it felt good in combination with the stinging.

His cheeks flushed at having his husband inquire about his habits then; it would have been a lie to say that he’d never touched himself. He’d spent his fair share of nights wiggling up against a pillow between his legs, or slipping a hand down his pants to bring himself just to the edge of orgasm. That delightful teasing feeling of almost bringing himself off then forcing himself to cool down was something he’d always pretended meant he wasn’t really masturbating. Yet he knew better than that so it was a terrible sin to have to admit to.

“Ohh…uh! Yes,” he admitted breathily. “Sometimes…after you tucked me in…I…uh…rubbed against the pillows.”

The mix of the embarrassment, the forced submission, and the ache in his bottom was only proving to excite him for how completely unfamiliar it all was. As quickly as he’d been made to feel like an errant little boy moments before, he was now being made to feel like the wife on a wedding night trembling of the thought of being taken. And he was practically trembling, between the rush of pleasurable touches and the feeling of being penetrated.

[Jinchu]

Fyodor audibly chuckled. His husband was delightfully innocent, still almost a child in many regards... But grown enough to learn the adult ways with Fyodor's help. He continued to gently tease the prince's throbbing cock and to little by little stretch and open his pucker, which sometimes caused a very immodest slurping thanks to the lube.


"Oh, what' coming is going to be quite different from the pillow humping, love. Maybe painful at moments... but in the end you won't be a boy anymore, but a man! My man" Fyodor whispered thelast phrase directly into young man's ear, inclining to gim, but still playing with Nickita's cock with his hand.


Finally the friar took his fingers out of his husband's ass and shook off his robes, revealing the dry, slim, but still strong body, with some of his body hair already turning grey... and his erect penis of rather remarkable size. He pressed the tip of that staff to Nikita's opened hole, slightly pocking it.



"Now take a deep breath, love" Fyodor whispered and started to push his way in - slowly, but steadily.

[Poesdaughter]

Nikita took a deep breath as he’d been guided to do, though any thought of trying to focus on his breathing was quick to slip from his mind. The feeling of Fyodor beginning the slow slide inside of him did hurt in the most unfamiliar way; it felt like a sharp hot sting to his bottom at first and then as if there was simply too much making its way inside of him. It didn’t seem to end once it had begun, either, and he grabbed tightly to the bedding in front of him with a whimper. Each slide of the cock forward made it seem as if there was no end in sight, and there was no possible way that he was going to be able to handle it. The tsarevich’s hips moved forward at first to slow down the slide inside of him, and he felt the renewed dampness of tears coming back to catch in his eyelashes.

“Oww! It’s too big! Ow!” the prince exclaimed, and he shoved his face back down into the bedding to mask the whining.

His husband hadn’t been wrong when he’d informed him that it might be painful at moments, but he’d also clearly known Nikita well enough to know that the promise that it would unite them was encouragement enough to make him want this. That and the fact that even amidst the ache of the stretching, the whole evening’s affairs seemed to make the prince’s own cock drip with arousal from the heady mix of pleasure and humiliation. There was something about being had in that way which felt like the ultimate sign of submission, and in turn, that made him feel as if he was completely awash in Fyodor’s control. All of the whining was quick to turn into a moan of pleasure, as well, when finally his husband breached him far enough. The sting seemed to dull to a pleasant ache then, and the slide of the cock further in only seemed to feel better and better.

A pant of desire escaped from Nikita’s lips and he glanced over his shoulder with wide eyes, looking towards Fyodor to see if the man was pleased with him. He looked disheveled and desperate for approval in the moment; his cheeks were flushed, his lips were parted in a little gasp, and his eyes were dark and wide with want.

[Jinchu]

Oh yeah. his prince was virgin and tight, wonderfuly so! Fyodor had rather a great stamina as a lover, but he still had to bite his lip not to cum prematurely as he rammed that hot, trembling hole, which clenched around his thick cock intensly. He was going to use certain herbs and potions to keep Nikita tight even if he layed with hus husband daily; maybe not that tight - the friar did not want to hurt his beloved prince... too much - but still.


Now he was balls-deep and moved a bit slower, letting Nikita really feel his lenght and thickness, every inch of it, and also trying to find the prince's "pleasure button".



Fyodor met his husband's eyes and smiled. "You're wonderful... And you took it all, didn't you? Wasn't too big for my brave young knight, after all" he encouraged Nikita, gently rubbing and stroking his hot buttocks and starined hips.

[Poesdaughter]

A soft kittenish sound of pleasure escaped Nikita's lips at the praise as if the demonstration of affection was all he needed for the tension to flee. It might have been mortifying to be resting his flushed cheek against the bedding and having his reddened bottom given a gentle rub of encouragement...but it also felt like something else entirely. It felt as if he could give up his attempt to control everything and let himself be loved and comforted through this. In fact, it felt good when the shift of Fyodor's hips found just the right spot inside of him that sent warm pleasure pooling into the pit of his stomach. The sensation was so intense that Nikita found himself wiggling back a bit to try to encourage more, burying his head in his arms in front of him to hide the embarrassment that was resurfacing now that he'd found some strange sense of pleasure from this.

"It feels nice," he admitted softly, cheeks burning with shame. "But it stings."

In some way, that might have been part of what made it feel just as good as it did. The dull ache of having his backside stretched to accept Fyodor and the warm hand rubbing his sore bottom seemed to heighten it all. The taboo of letting himself take this role of submission seemed to also have some effect, because so much of his life he'd clung to his attempts to seem regal and that had all been lost in the blink of an eye to his husband. There could be no more of that now, could there? Not when he was so evidentially pliant in his arousal and wanting more of what he was being given after his naughtiness had been tamed (for the time being).

"Please go slow?" he requested.