Chapter 1 - Kiss the Sceptre
"Yes, My Lord."
Lorian catches himself shaking ever so as he slowly sinks to his knees.
I've been waiting for this moment...waiting for years, for who knows how many years...
The grizzled figure before him remains unmoved, seated in his ornate throne of interwoven bones. Overhead, moonlight streams down as Lorian prepares to tenderly lay his hands on the king's robe.
Lorian nearly jumps at the abruptness of his Highness's nod to someone behind him. Soon after, a set of hands wraps itself around him and begins to explore his supple, slender body.
"Who-?"
"Shhhhh shhhhh, lose focus..." The woman's voice is smooth, guiding him, caressing him and enticing him as Lorian lets his mind drift and his feelings rule. Behind him, Larvana continues to run hands up and down her new companion.
Lorian brings his arms up and places them on the king's robes, furtively undoing them at the waist. With each pulled tie and unfastened button, Lorian feels the pressure shift. Finally, the robes fall open.
It has been a week since Lorian was accepted to the harem of Lord Baraggan. It's a cutthroat world, where the strong rule and the weak serve. For the weak to survive, there is little but to find someone strong and beg for their protection. On one's knees, sometimes, which brings Lorian to the present.
It's his first time since admission to the harem that the steward has called him up to serve the king. Larvana lovingly brushes Lorian's hair to the side, tucking a pastel green lock behind his ear. She leans in to whisper seductively in his ear, her warm breath tickling him.
Nodding with new resolution, Lorian reaches out and bravely places a hand on the Arrancar king's Zanpakuto ["soul slayer" - the divine blade of a god of death]. His robes open, the king's glory is on display. His rugged, heavy balls show no trace of the old man sag and as Lorian looks at them, he squirms in anticipation. It's the hottest, most masculine pair he's ever seen.
And there it is, the king's sceptre. Standing at halfmast from the dance Lorian had done the moment before, Baraggan's cock is perfect. Grizzled, tan, regal. The king's cock hangs impossibly heavy and sways as though on its own time. A deep, manly musk hangs around him like a natural cologne.
The King of Hueco Mundo sits upon his throne, reclining expectantly yet still towering over this new sprite in his harem. Lorian finds it very daunting as he only knows Baraggan enough to be terrified of disappointing him. He closes his hand around the massive base of the king's glorious cock and nods. This is his time.
Lorian lifts up Baraggan's hulking half erection and runs his hand gently up and down the length of the shaft. So heavy and long is the weapon that Lorian finds he needs a second hand to wield it. Up and down, up and down, the king softly groans as Lorian manipulates him.
Lorian feels warmth as Larvana's breasts press against his exposed back. She leans against him, her naked form rubbing him, caressing him. Encouraging him, as she applies little by little more pressure.