Cursed Heir
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Soon, everything in this kingdom will belong to me. It was a thought George relished in. As Prince of the Kingdom, he was able to buy, do, say whatever he pleased. People would go out of their way to please him, desperate to curry favour with the future King of Ödesfarne.
As he pumped his cock into the barmaids tight cunt again, he heard her strangled gasp as she gripped the bedstead. He grinned down at her. Her face was scrunched in a way that made her look almost cute, her cheeks flushed, her hair spread in flaming curls across her pillow. He tightened his grip on her neck, enjoying the momentary flicker of panic in her eyes as he began to feel that warm pleasure rise in him. He grunted as he came deep insider her, and just as her face began to turn a deep shade of red, he released her windpipe and she immediately took a deep gasping breath and began coughing, sitting upright just as he collapsed onto the bed in satisfaction.
He could see, as her breathing returned to normal, that she wanted to scold him for the choking. It hadn't been something she had agreed to. But after all he was the Prince, so she mutedly pursed her lips as she stood from the bed, neatining her dress and hair, and examined the early signs of bruising appearing on her neck in the aging mirror in silence.
"For your trouble," he said smoothly with the smile that he knew was able to calm the most fractious of women, as he flipped a galleon onto the bed. She looked at it, hesitating, clearly unsure whether she wanted payment for her body. After all, she was not a whore. But after a glance at him and back at the coin, she reached for it and shoved it deep between her breasts. They were gorgeous breasts, he had enjoyed them greatly only minutes earlier and wondered if he would again soon.
"Thank you sir," she said, and to George's pleasure he heard a slight gravel to her voice compared to their earlier conversations. His doing, of course. Although whether it was from the choking or from the cock she had had shoved down her throat earlier in the evening was... inconclusive.
She left the room, returning to the bar downstairs and George finally stood from the bed, pulling up his trousers and moving to examine himself in the mirror.
He was all that a prince needed to be. His body was toned, but not too muscular to be beefy. He had large dark eyes, and matching dark hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. His strong jaw and cheekbones had made for an excellent painting, that hung in the palace near his bedroom. He admired himself in it more often than he cared to admit. Who cares about vanity when you're the future king? He ran his fingers through his tousled hair and rebuckled his belt before returning down to the bar.
As he returned to the bustling bar, he slipped through the crowds. Many paused to ogle him as they recognised him, but he managed to push though with just a few passing pleasantries before heading out of the pub. He threw a few silver coins into the laps of the beggars outside before starting his lazy ascent back to the castle.
When he arrived, he was greeted by an exasperated guard at the gate.
"Prince George, we have been looking everywhere for you. No one knew where you-"
"Ah I'm fine," he said waving the guard away as he sauntered past the gates and through into the courtyard beyond. "Just visiting the people. I am their future king after all."
"By people, do you perhaps mean the young and female variety?"
The voice came from above him, and George saw a familiar figure perched on the battlements. He clambered down, landing gracefully beside George who grinned.
"Seb!" He cried as he embraced the man roughly, feeling it returned with a sharp slap on the back.
"Good to see you my friend," Sebastian said, pushing his honey blonde hair out of his face and returning George's smile with his own gazzling grin. "It's been too long."
Sebastian was like a brother to him. The youngest of five brothers, despite being a Prince, he was unlikely to inherit his fathers throne. So when he was nine, he had been sent as a ward to Ödesfarne and brought up alongside George and his twin sister Juliana. They had played, learned, sparred for many years together. In fact there had been a long period of time when it had been expected that Juliana and Sebastian would marry once grown. That was until the day she disappeared.
Now, Sebastian spent most of his days visiting other kingdoms with young princesses, or future duchesses with heirs to wealth or grandeur. Whether through Sebastian's own makings or something that George himself did not know, he had yet to be tied down, preferring perhaps to enjoy the travelling and courting.
Not that George blamed him. To be a handsome unattached young man with a strong family background was a privilege he would enjoy making the most of for as long as he could.
"So who's the lucky woman?" Seb smirked as they walked towards the castle Royal Quarters.
"Barmaid at the Old Lion, she was rather spectacular. Perhaps you should make a visit?"
"Perhaps I shall, although the stable boy I had last night will be hard to beat."
George knew that Sebastian had always enjoyed men and women equally, although he could never quite understand the appeal of fucking someone with a dick.
"Well he is all yours," George laughed.
Sebastian shrugged, "can't knock it until you try it."
"Is that an offer Sebastian?" George raised an eyebrow, flashing his winning smile and Sebastian rolled his eyes, "in your dreams you arrogant arse."
As they stepped inside the castles innermost walls, they were met by footmen who proceeded to take off their jackets. From the nearby drawing room, George heard the call of his mother.
"George is that you?" She called in her haughty voice.
"Good morning mother," he said, bowing slightly as he entered the room. His mother was sat beside the fireplace, his father across from her. She looked relieved to see him, but his father scowled.
"Where have you been boy?" He said in a bad tempered tone.
"In the town," he said innocently. "Mixing with the people."
"You were alone? We have spoken so many times now George! You should not be going out alone, you are the future King!"
"I was with him Sir," Sebastian said from behind George having followed him into the room.
His parents both looked at Sebastian and George felt that familiar annoyance he often got when they looked at him. They loved Sebastian. He was the perfect son, and they thought of him as their own. He had a distinct feeling that they actually preferred Sebastian, with his gentle manner, polite respectfulness and general likeability. No one disliked Sebastian, he was adored by everyone he met. Even George despite his jealousy could not deny it. But George was rightful king of Ödesfarne, and one day Sebastian would marry off and become King or Duke of his own land.
"Well then," his father huffed "good. We've had a sighting of a witch coven only a few miles East in the forests. Our men have dispatched many of the wretched things, but there are still a few who escaped and could be causing havoc."
The witches had often been a concern to the kingdom. The large expanse of woodlands to the East that had long been claimed by Ödesfarne, were believed by the witches to be the sacred home of their ancestors and magic. At first things between Ödesfarne and the covens had been peaceful, but then reports of magic and witch attacks began to crop up in villages bordering the woods. Then when he was only eleven, his twin sister Juliana went mysteriously missing near the woods on a ride with her riding instructor.
He had loved his sister deeply, as had Sebastian and his parents. They had never got over the loss, and neither had their kingdom. The loss of their beautiful and kind young princess, had spurred on the bloody war upon the witches that continued to this day. The hate he and all of Ödesfarne felt for their kind, was filled with bitter grief.
"Let me ride with the men, I want to help-"
"No. You are not strong enough and are too valuable to go against a witch."
He scowled, "they're not that powerful. I've killed one before."
