Baraggan's Harem 01 - Iss Sceptre

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.

"His Highness likes if you gently tickle around the head."

Nodding once more, Lorian caresses the king's hardening member as he leans in and plants a tentative kiss on the tip. The salty taste of skin and the sexy taste of cock embrace Lorian's lips. Looking up at the king with big, fawning eyes, Lorian pumps along the royal penis's length several times as he tries to telegraph eroticism and submission to his new master.

Then Lorian places a deeper kiss on the cock's dark tip. He gently and lightly swirls his tongue in a circle motion around the portion of the massive cock head within his lips. He feels Larvana stroking his hair from behind, her hips against his as she presses into him, presses him forward.

Lorian extends his tongue, running it lovingly along the underside of the head. The King of Hueco Mundo groans softly at the gentle increase in sensation.

Larvana's left hand reaches out to caress the king's heavy balls while her right hand runs up and down, back and forth along Lorian's chest. Reassuring, encouraging, and pleasuring him.

Lorian plants a row of kisses down the bulging veiny side of the long, girthy shaft. With the change in positions, Lorian's hips thrust back and as he leans forward toward Baraggan, it tilts his ass up and into view. Stimulated, Larvana's attention shifts to disrobing her new charge.

Lorian wears a short, sky blue kimono, short enough that when he leans forward, his shapely ass is exposed. Larvana's hips grind against Lorian's as with one hand she lifts the front of the kimono, too. Mouth just behind his ear, she whispers, "May I?"

Lorian freezes for a split second of considering whether he will even like being intimate with a woman. It wasn't part of what he anticipated when he signed up to be Lord Baraggan's concubine. Since the moment he wandered out of the wilderness of Hueco Mundo and into the palace of Las Noches, none of it had been as he had expected.

But as he kneels here, lips around the kingly cock of the greatest power and highest authority in the world, Lorian finds that the novelty of this world and the volume of peer pressure is sufficient to pressure him. To bend.

"If it would please Lord Baraggan."

Baraggan looks down with a twinkle in one eye. Before he gives a word of reply, Lorian feels a gentle fingertip playfully circle his tender star. Larvana giggles as she feels Lorian's ring clench and relax as he realises what she's doing.

He had thought she meant giving him a handjob while he gave the blowjob. He had not been looking forward to it, and suddenly a wave of relief that she had meant his butt becomes a wave of arousal. She wasn't trying to get him hard. She was the supportive second bottom in a threesome, priming him to take the king's massive girth.

Lorian wiggles his ass back on Larvana's probing finger, and for several minutes that is how the three of them make love. Lorian runs his tongue up and down, up and down the shaft of Lord Baraggan's magnificent penis, kissing and licking, trailing with just the tip of his tongue to effect tickling as Larvana had suggested. And Larvana extenders first one, then two, then three lubricated fingers increasingly deeper into Lorian. Circling his prostate, gently beckoning him to come.

Now fully invested and moaning in response to Larvana beginning to disrobe him, Lorian takes a final deep breath before stretching his jaw wide, wide, wider than a human jaw could stretch. Stretching to accommodate his master's cock.

Inch by inch, Lorian closes the gap between his lips and the king's bushy pubic bone. The cock's enormous girth stretches his lips, not grotesquely but perhaps it would be with human frailty. Standing at full mast, it lives up to its legend and then some. Lorian feels Baraggan bottom out just angled into the top of his throat.

When he bottoms out, Lorian remains there, with the king's dick at its fullest length, probing his uvula. Lips stretched around the hefty, solid trunk of the base. Lorian feels the underside ridge pulsing with the king's dark heartbeat. An aura of negative energy hums from within the cock. He feels the helm of the massive cock head, its contours filling up the entrance of his throat and imposing.

Sensing Lorian's swelling arousal, Larvana maintains a gentle but jaunty circular rhythm around the prostate, with a little extra stimulus on the ring. Baraggan stoicly sits upon his throne and beholds. Though machismo couldn't permit that he show it, he was getting close. When Baraggan notices Lorian begin to shudder with impending pleasure, that is stimulus to push him forward as well.

As the two draw nearer their orgasms, Larvana temporarily interrupts the rhythm to reposition at Lorian's supple butt. She positions on her knees behind him, one hand holding open his ass, the other roving up along his belly. Larvana opens her mouth, and where a tongue might be, there emerges a long, jointed appendage like a tentacle, or the body of a maggot. Covered in a gelly substance, the prehensile, insectoid tongue snakes out and teases the edge of Lorian's sensitive pucker.

Moments, maybe eons pass like that, as the Lorian passionately bobs his head up and down the engorged, veiny cock of his god and master. Larvana continues to tongue fuck Lorian with her aberrant pseudo-tongue, swirling her bumps and ridges over his prostate and the sensitive tissue from ring to junction. Where Larvana's sticky, gummy saliva touches, it begins to coat, gradually forming a film over the inside of Lorian's ass. His sensitive hole warms and warms, tingles, quivers.

Fed by each other's arousal, Baraggan and Lorian groan in unison. A thin stream of fluid leaks from beneath Lorian's kimono, dangling onto the ground unattended. Baraggan roars in the pleasure from his newest plaything and erupts. The king's colossal cock cums copiously, releasing his royal essence directly down Lorian's thin throat.

Lorian feels the hum of the massive spirit energy contained within Baragann's thick and virile semen. Like hot butterflies in his stomach. But that feeling is countered by the heaviness with which the king's massive load sits. Both substantial, and precious. Lorian reels in mixed pleasure and apprehension at the gravity that he has just received a substance worth almost as much as Light. Sweet as condensed Reishi, he has taken in an essence from Baraggan like a deposit of soul.

The king withdraws after a moment of the three of them remaining in orgasmic bliss. Then Larvana withdraws as well, wiping the extra lube off her fingers and shaking off her tongue, then caringly circling Lorian's ass cheek with the palm of her hand. Lorian looks up at the king, slightly dazed and fiercely resisting the urge the burp. He musters the sexiest and most inviting look he can, batting his eyes at the King of the Hollows.

Baraggan glares down at Lorian, expectant. Realising that this is not just love but service, Lorian presses his forehead to the ground in prostration and declared, "Thank you for using this servant, Master Baraggan. Thank you for your precious emission. How may I serve you?"

"..."

"If it pleases you, Master Baraggan, I have prepared him for you. May I go to Mistress Halibel now?"

"Go. Thank you, Larvana."

Having disrobed Lorian and filled his waiting hole with a yet unidentified secretion, Larvana stands and rubs a fraternal hand over Lorian's now bare shoulder and smiles as though to say "good luck! Have fun!". Then she trots out of the throne room, full naked but drawing no special attention from the guards, long since accustomed to the king's harem.

"How do you want me to treat you?" Baraggan's voice is gravelly authority embodied, and Lorian could cum again just from the sex of hearing him speak.

"What do you mean, Milord?"

"Larvana likes to be regarded as a friend. She mentors the new admissions. She gives me good advice sometimes. Hmm. I suppose... but you are not Larvana. Do you want me to talk to you like a friendly subject, maybe someday even a trusted one like her? Or maybe...could it be that you are the opposite? Do you want this to be purely physical, or are you looking for love? That...is what I mean."

"I see, so it's like that..."

"My Lord Baraggan...please use me as your Highness wishes! To please you in any way I can as your loyal concubine...that is my dream!"

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