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Private Ashliegh Saunders sits on the train trying not to be ill. He is on his way to a small town in Moldova that he has never heard of to meet with a prince who has requested aid from his friend, Saunders? Colonel, for some security at his castle. It is a menial job, but Saunders cannot refuse as he has just joined His Majesty?s service. He is the perfect picture of a soldier; blonde hair that is cut high and tight in the back with a bit of length in the front, clear blue eyes, and a nice moustache on his upper lip. He is tall, lean and has beautiful posture. The red coat of his uniform shines brightly against his pale skin. His Colonel likened him as the poster boy for the military, and all the women stop and stare at the pretty young man in the bright uniform. Saunders sits back and tries to breathe through the nausea from the rocking train. ?You would think they would have built a better train or railroad by this time,? Saunders thinks miserably. ?Hopefully the Prince will have better accommodations than this, otherwise it will be a long assignment.? Saunders is assigned to stay with the prince for the next 3 months as a glorified bodyguard, after which, if all goes well, he will be promoted and sent on to a more plum assignment. ?I can do this,? he thinks. ?Just as long as I do not vomit!? He closes his eyes, pressing his lips together, and breathes deeply through his nose. ?I can do this.? This is Saunders? mantra for the rest of the journey. Thankfully, his body does not betray him. The train pulls into a dismal little station. As Saunders disembarks, he looks up at the sky to see dark, rolling clouds flying through it. ?Looks like rain, wonderful.? Considering he is from the United Kingdom, one would think he would be used to the rain, but he hates it. He does not like the way the rain ruins his hair, or his clothes. But he is a soldier, and he will take it like one. He gathers his belongings and goes to the front of the station. There a man stands in front of a wooden carriage, with a sign in beautiful, but slightly archaic script bearing his name. It takes him a second to understand the sign. When he goes and introduces himself to the little smiling man bearing the placard, he receives only vigorous nods in reply. ?Delightful, the man does not even speak the King?s English.? Saunders sighs, and smiles back at the man, pointing at himself, the sign and the carriage. The man again nods vigorously and quickly grabs Saunders? bags, throwing them onto the top of carriage with ease. Saunders eyes widen a bit at the surprising strength of the man, but shrugs it off as luck and gets into the carriage, as the man jumps onto the front with a great leap. Again, Saunders chalks it up to the fact that this man must transport people from the castle daily, and so is adept at getting up and down from the thing. As they start to move, the carriage sways and jolt as it hits every bump in the road. Saunders groans aloud, and settles in for another uncomfortable ride, hoping against hope that the castle they are journeying to is not very far away. Prince Jorza Szörnyeteg looks out from the tower window of the castle onto his small town, far below, wondering how things have progressed so far and so quickly. As he contemplates the tiny buildings and people below, his man, Pietr, comes to the doorway. ?Your Highness, the soldier has arrived.? Jorza lifts his massive, shaggy head and gazes sadly at his old friend with dark eyes. ?Thank you, Pietr. I will be along shortly.? He turns back to the window as Pietr withdraws silently, the silent hulk of a back blocking the light from the window. As the carriage enters the courtyard, Saunders sits stunned starting at the size of the castle looming before him. There are several towers of varying heights supported by beautifully ornamented buttresses, reaching across the gaps of the towers like lover?s fingers, holding them aloft. Gargoyles can be seen sprouting from all corners of the towers, their grotesque faces and yawning maws screeching silently to the sky as if in eternal pain. The stone of the castle is dark, made all the darker by the storm clouds that have followed them from the station. Saunders can see the small town below them, nestled serenely in the bottom of a valley. Here, the castle sits on a cliff overlooking all beneath it. Again he shudders. ?What have I gotten myself into?? He wonders as he steps from the carriage, the small man smiling maniacally, it now seems to Saunders. He smiles back nervously as the man jumps from the top of the carriage to the ground with Saunders? luggage. The man is becoming more and more freakish the longer Saunders looks at him and so he gratefully turns to the voice calling to him from the castle. A large ornate door has opened and there stands a tall, thin, pale man in severe dark clothing, beckoning him to come closer. The little man with the luggage zips past the man at the door, laughing. ?Medve! Slow down and see that the Private?s items isvecbahis are stored properly. I will be along soon to ensure all is in order, if it is not, the Master will be very displeased.? At that, Medve slows to a slightly slower speed, but the laughter echoes in the hallways as his disappears around a corner. The man sighs, and turns to the soldier now coming up the walk. He notices the immaculate appearance, and the slightly scared look in the young man?s eyes. Pietr smiles to himself as he bows to the soldier, surprising him. ?Good afternoon, Private Saunders. My name is Pietr and I am His Highness? personal servant. Please, do not mind Medve, he is a silly little man, but very efficient in his chores. His family, like mine, has worked for the royal family for generations. He is very valuable to us. I trust your journey went well.? Saunders recovers from the formality and gives his own small bow to Pietr in return. ?Thank you for everything, Pietr. The trip was?.uneventful?though I would like to go to my room to freshen up a bit before I meet His Highness.? ?Of course! His Highness had thought you would be weary from the trip and has requested your presence in the baths. They will help rejuvenate you. Please, follow me.? A bit nonplussed, Saunders has no choice but to follow Pietr through the dark hallways to meet the prince. As they walk, Saunders looks around gaping at the incredible height of the ceilings, the arches that are in every entrance, the massive floors, and fireplaces that dominate the rooms. He notices that some rooms are spectacularly appointed with old but well maintained furniture, while others are bare and seemed cold and drafty. Candles in recessed scones in the walls light the way, but shadows abound and seem to follow Saunders and Pietr down the halls. Saunders makes sure to stay in the light so that the darkness will not envelop him. ?Get a grip, old boy!? He chides himself. ?You are a soldier, not a babe in its mother?s arms. If you are to serve the Prince properly, you will need to man up.? With a grim set to his face, he slows his pace slightly so that the darkness is at his back. He balls up his fists and marches proudly onward, ignoring the fear lurking in the back of his mind. *The Prince sits soaking in the steaming water, his eyes closed, and head back against the side of the bath as he rests his arms against the cool stones of the floor. He cracks open his eyes slightly to see Pietr and the young man emerging from the steam as they enter the room. A slight smile flits across his mouth before he closes his eyes again. He has liked what he has seen. *Saunders steps into the dark doorway that Pietr has disappeared to. When he emerges, he sees candles lit around the space, and steam floating up from the several pools of varying size scattered around the room. The water is clean and dark, hiding who-knows-what in its depths. Saunders checks the corners of the room and the ceiling to ensure that no one is hiding or lurking about. A deep chuckle comes from among the steam. ?Well done, I am glad to see that the Colonel did not lie when he said a well-trained soldier would be sent to me.? Saunders moves forward, searching for the man the voice belongs to. Edging around a small pool, he comes upon a hulking figure in the water. The steam obscures his features, but Saunders can see the outline of long hair, dripping past massive shoulders and thick, corded arms. The rest of the man is lost beneath the water. Then the figure pushes off against the wall at his back and stands in the water, striding forward to Saunders and Pietr, who has retreated a few steps behind Saunders. As the figure comes forward the light catches the man and finally, Saunders can see him. The man matches the outline that Saunders had seen before, but now he can clearly distinguish the tight pectorals of the man ending in dark, thick nipples. Thick hair courses down his chest and over his forearms, his hands huge and powerful. The nails are trimmed and shining. The hair on his chest ends at his stomach and spirals around his belly button, but Saunders can still see the tight abs and trim waist. The lower half of the prince?s body is submerged until a few feet from Saunders when the water becomes shallower, then Saunders can see the massive thighs and long, thick cock of the prince?and it is erect. Saunders gulps and quickly looks up into the prince?s face; he notes a thick jaw with a ghost of a beard which seems to threaten to burst from his chin at any moment. The cheekbones, high and beautiful, and the eyes under massive eyebrows are dark and intelligent. All are seen in a flash as Saunders stands at attention, staring at a spot above the prince?s head. ?Yes, Your Highness. I am Private Saunders of His Majesty?s army. I have been extensively trained and assure you that I will protect and serve you to my utmost ability while I am here.? Saunders calls out smartly, while adding in his thoughts; ?but why you need isveçbahis giriş someone to protect you is beyond me. This bear of a man could handle almost anyone, I look like a dwarf compared to him!? The prince smiles again as he lifts himself from the pool, dripping as he walks around Saunders, his hands clasped gently behind his back. The prince notes the private?s tight backside, his slim waist and body, the beautiful blonde hair that beckons to be pulled and his cock tightens just a bit more. ?I am very pleased by what I see here, I shall have to write the Colonel to personally thank him for such a fine specimen of a soldier that he has sent me. Now, I understand you are tired, I know that the trip here is not kind. Please, avail yourself of these healing waters and join me for dinner when you are refreshed. Pietr will see to all your needs until then, and show you to your room where you can change. You do not always need to wear that uniform while in my presence.? With that the prince accepts the dark purple robe that Pietr handed to him, seemingly to have appeared out of thin air. As the prince wraps it around himself, Saunders notices the stylized S upon the breast. He breaths again once the prince?s cock is concealed. The prince notices Saunders? gaze and glances down at the emblem and back to Saunders eyes. ?My family is very old. Sadly, I am the last surviving child of the Szörnyeteg line. When I die, the town will be turned over to the local government. Some have tried to speed me along my way, which is why I asked for help from the Colonel. But please, enjoy yourself and I will see you at supper.? He turns and strides out of the room as Saunders and Pietr bow. Pietr straightens and turns back to Saunders and holds out another, simpler robe to him. ?Please, enjoy the baths. I will take your clothes and see that they are pressed. You may wear them for dinner, if you wish. No matter what His Highness says, he does love a good man in uniform.? Pietr smiles and whisks the clothing away after Saunders sets them down and is safely ensconced in his robe. Finally alone, the soldier turns to the pools and chooses a smaller one from where he had met the prince. He lets his robe drop by the side of the pool and slowly enters the hot water. He shivers from the contact and sighs in pleasure as he settles on the bottom, mimicking the posture of the prince as he sits back. Closing his eyes, his thoughts wander over the hills of nothingness in his mind as his body soaks up the water and relaxes. As the stress leaves his body, he notices that he is aroused. His mind?s eye sees again the huge form of the prince and his massive cock. Saunders? breath catches as heat rises up to his cheeks. He cock becomes hard and he balls up his hands again, fighting the urge to stroke himself, knowing how good it would feel in the water. He forces his mind away from the prince and tries to relax again, but it is of no use. His cock is hard and his mind is wandering. Frustrated he rises from the pool and slips into the robe again. Wondering how he will call for Pietr to take him to his room, he startles as the man slips through the mist and appears at his side. ?Forgive me, sir. I did not mean to scare you. I trust the waters were helpful.? ?Yes, Pietr, they were. Thank you. I would like to go to my room now.? ?Of course, please, follow me.? They wind their way through the labyrinthine halls, past dark portraits of terrifying relatives, the men massive like the prince, and the women demure, and petite. Saunders cringes at the thought of their mating. They climb up richly carpeted staircases, while big grandfather clocks toll out the half hour. The sound stretches through the hallways. They pass ballrooms that are dark, but the huge windows cast just enough light so that the chandeliers twinkle in the dimness. Saunders gasps, glad that Pietr is in front of him so that he cannot see such un-soldier like conduct. The castle is beautiful and horrifying at the same time. Saunders wonders how these people could live here all alone and not be worried about ghosts and goblins, as he and Pietr continued down the hallway. Mercifully, they finally reach his room. ?When you are ready to go to dinner, just pull the bell cord beside your bed and either Medve or I will take you to the prince. Dinner will be in half an hour.? With that Pietr strides down the corridor. Saunders hopes that Pietr will be the one to collect him. He does not want to see Medve any time soon. He shudders and goes into his room and locks the door behind him. The room is huge, with a sprawling bed that has sumptuous dark green curtains and the windows are latticed, high and arched. Across from the bed is a grand fireplace that looks as if Saunders could stand inside it; a roaring fire is warming the room nicely. Above the fireplace is a life size portrait of the prince dressed in royal garments, with a flowing fur-lined red cape and a large saber fastened at his side. isveçbahis yeni giriş The portrait?s eyes, so life like, stare down on the bed. ?So, you want a show, eh?? Saunders lays down on the bed, throwing open his robe allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. While not so huge and thick as the prince?s, he is still of a good length and girth. He spits into his hand and grabs the base of his cock forcefully as he strokes. He thinks back to the pool, of the Prince dripping and naked, of his huge cock and what it would taste like, thinking of how his buttocks must seem, knowing they would be firm and high. He imagines what it would feel like to have the prince dominate him, to be pushed down on a bed and having the prince enter him. Saunders writhes on the bed, caught in his fantasy. Unbeknownst to him, the eyes in the portrait blink as they watch. Saunders keeps stroking, pumping his cock, squeezing his buttocks until finally, his pearly seed gushes from him and onto his stomach. Saunders lies gasping on the bed as his cock twitches its final hurrah. The person behind the portrait smiles and silently closes the eye holes before retreating. Prince Jorza sits at the head of the long dining table awaiting his guest. Fingers steepled under his chin, his cock touching the rim of the table, he moves slightly back and forth as he recalls what he had seen in Saunders? bedroom. Oh, how he was going to enjoy that little cub. Saunders had been correct when he had seen the portraits in the hall, the men in his family were massive and powerful. But they could also possess great gentleness when it suited them, and Prince Jorza knew that he would have to be gentle with this new cub. He rights himself when Pietr comes into the hall with Saunders in his pressed uniform, looking even more handsome than before with the candlelight glinting off the gold buttons of his jacket. ?Faithful Pietr.? The prince thinks as Saunders seats himself and Pietr starts to serve the first course. ?I trust that your bath was calming, and I hope you found your room adequate.? ?Yes, Your Highness, everything is splendid. Thank you for your generous hospitality.? The prince chuckles at the formal response. ?Oh, do not worry, you will be working for your keep.? He grins wolfishly as he bends his shaggy head to the soup bowl in front of him. Saunders swallows audibly and starts to eat. ?After dinner, I would like to show you where I spend most of my time. If you are ever in need of me that is where you will most likely find me.? ?Of course, Your Highness.? ?And please, stop calling me that. You are to stay here for the next few months, so please, call me Jorza.? ?Thank you, Your?Jorza. You may call me Saunders.? ?I would prefer your given name, what is it?? ??Ashleigh.? The prince?s booming laugh fills the room. ?Do not be ashamed! It is a good strong name. Thank you for telling me, Ashleigh.? Thankfully, the rest of the meal is spent talking about the castle, its origin, and defenses. Saunders sits enthralled by the history and story. The prince speaks well and knowledgeably, and answers all of Saunders? questions intelligently. After the final course, and the final sip of wine, the prince escorts Saunders to the tallest tower where the prince spends most of his time. As they climb the tight spiraling staircase, the prince explains: ?This is where I escaped from my father and brothers. My mother was the only one to ever come here, even when her health failed her.? ?What happened to your family, Jorza? If I may be so bold.? ?Not at all, Ashleigh. My father and brothers died in the wars over this area. Our kingdom used to be full of sprawling lands and towns, but over time other kingdoms and governments have slowly stolen them. This castle and the town below are all that remain. It is part of the reason that so many of these rooms are shuttered and only a small staff remain with me. The townspeople are loyal, but the little government that has set itself up there attempts to thwart me at every move. After my father and brothers died, my mother?s heart soon gave out. I have been alone here for many a year now.? ?I am sorry to hear that, Your Highness.? Saunders felt the formality was penance for asking such a personal question. He could not imagine living here in such a dark place with only a few retainers, no matter how faithful or friendly, and with the ghosts of loved ones lingering in the halls. ?Please, do not apologize. It was a long time ago, and I have coped well. Your company is a great excitement here, as we do not often receive visitors. I am grateful you have come.? The prince turns and puts a hand on Saunders? shoulder. The falling light from the day pierces the window at their side. The prince?s dark eyes shine in the light, his mouth sad. Saunders rises up on the stair and kisses his mouth gently, hoping to take the sadness away. The prince?s eyes close from the contact and he shudders from the beauty of the moment. He grabs the back of Saunders? head and kisses him hard, pressing him against the wall by the window. Saunders opens his mouth, receiving the prince?s tongue and grabs the prince?s mane in return, their heated breath steaming the window from their passionate embrace.