A couple of days had passed since Gyllen's fellatio fiasco in the Monster District. He had been replaying the unbelievable scene over and over again in his head as masturbation material for the following few nights, thinking about the wide variety of exotic non-human cocks he was able to suck. The raunchy clothes he wore that night came under his personal possession, making for a great disguise whenever he went for girl's nights out with Min. After that overblown exploit, however, there was one thing on a smaller scale that had been nagging him for a little while that he only recently believed he would see through thanks to his burgeoning boldness.
It was relatively early in the morning when Gyllen had awoken. While all the regular citizens were running their shops or tending their fields, the nobility would usually still be sleeping till noon but the prince had gotten up in advance with the intent of seeing Min for a spot of advice. Looking into the mirror, he brushed his blonde hair whilst wearing his expertly hand-made nightgown, making sure he was in presentable condition for the coming day until a rapping was heard coming from the door. Gyllen responded to which by saying:
"Enter!" The door creaked open and in came Robert the palace guard, decked out in his complete uniform: noisy chain-mail with a red tunic thrown over it displaying Snjórland's coat of arms. On his head was a brimmed metal helmet and in his right arm, resting against his shoulder, was an iron-tipped pike.
"Good morning, Your Majesty, so sorry to disturb you..." Rob mumbled, still not fully awake. He blinked his eyes a couple more times before it finally registered with him that he walked in on the prince still in his nightwear. "Oh, Gods! I didn't realise you weren't dressed yet, sir!" He made an about-turn to make a speedy exit.
"It's quite alright, Robert, I really don't mind." Gyllen giggled. "I wouldn't have told you to enter otherwise, would I?"
"I suppose that's true, my liege..."
"Well? What is the reason for your visit?"
"Oh, right, almost forgot! A courier just arrived saying Princess Jern is expected to arrive back home within the following fortnight, Prince. That is all."
"Thank you, Robert. You may take leave now." The prince smiled. The guard respectfully bowed and left unceremoniously. "Gods, he's so cute when he gets flustered..." Gyllen sighed once the door had been shut over before resuming grooming himself.
A little later on, Gyllen successfully sneaked out of the castle once again via the same route as before. The town was hustling and bustling in the early hours, something actually working to Gyllen's advantage, allowing him to vanish into the faceless masses with his hood over his face. He found a secluded alleyway, far from the crowds, and began to strip off his royal clothing. However, instead of turning this into an exhibitionism story, Gyllen had worn his 'casual' harlot's clothes beneath his more formal wear, allowing for a quick and easy change. He was even hiding his platform heels inside his cape. After bundling is regular clothes up into his cloak, rolling it up and putting it under his arm, he assertively strutted out into the streets, safe in the knowledge that nobody would have suspicions him of even being a boy now, let alone the prince! Though he did get slightly unsettled by couple of lecherous looks from some old men and many disgusted looks from a few old women were given in his direction as he hobbled his way down to the Monster District.
When Gyllen finally did reach the ghetto, he was further gawked at by the non-human passersby, whether it was due to the fact he was dressed so provocatively, he was a human or a mixture of the two, he was unclear about. He turned a corner on his way towards Marie Queen's Close and, literally, bumped into a familiar bovine. It was Brizola, the hunky minotaur who had been granted the honour of being the first person ever to have the prince's lips wrapped around his cock.
"Goldie!" Nice to see you again!" Brizola exclaimed, surprised to see the blonde.
"Oh...hello..." 'Goldie' replied, shrinking in the cow-man's presence.
"I'm on my break right now." The bold bull copped a feel on Gyllen's flat chest, despite there nothing really to grab onto in that department. "Fancy a quick one back at mine?"
"Ah! No!" Gyllen squeaked. "S-Sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry!"
"No worries! Another time then?"
"Um...yes...sure..." Gyllen muttered, opening the door to Mrs. Hertz's as the horny minotaur went on his way. Gyllen made it to the boarding home and greeted Mrs. Hertz as he entered, wasting little time in going directly up to Min's shabby, cramped room upstairs, knocking on the door as the goblin opened up.
"Yer early!" Min said, surprised to see the human crossdresser at her door.
"I'm surprised you were in...don't you have a job?" Gyllen inquired.
"I have...a night-shift." Min vaguely answered as she invited Gyl inside. "Anyway, what's up?"
"Promise you won't ask any questions..."
"Swear on me life."
"Well...there is somebody...who I wish to have..." The prince hesitated to continue his sentence, murmuring the next part. "...a-anal sex with...but I'm not sure how to go about it doing it." Gyllen's speech pattern was stilted as it usually was when he was nervous, finding it highly humiliating to have to talk about a subject like this.
"Sooo, ya think just 'cause I fool around with men every once in a while, ya think I'm a total butt slut?" Min pouted, sounding peeved.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Gyllen desperately objected. "Just out the few people I'm acquainted with, you seem like you would be...the most knowledgeable on these sort of things..."
"Nah, jus' messin' with ya'!" The goblin cackled. Gyllen was less than amused. "I got jus' the thing for ya." She reach her short arm underneath her pillow and pulled a little glass vial, filled about a quarter of the way with a clear, syrupy liquid. "Here, take this. I think there's enough for one round."
"What is it?" Gyllen held the container, curiously examining its contents.
"Sex slime. Jus' get some in yer arse and whatever dick that's gonna ram it." The goblin explained. "It will be a LOT more pleasurable that doin' it dry, trust me." Min touched her behind as she said it, flashing back to a bad night.
"Ah, yes, I think I've heard of this before. How does one make it anyway?"
"Er...trust me, Prince Pussy, yer better off not knowin'..."
"Well, thank you in any case, Min!"
"Ah, don' worry about it. Have fun."
Gyllen arrived back home without incident and went about his day relatively normally, the only difference being he had some sex slime hidden in his bedside drawer, intending to use it up later this evening. After a hearty royal meal, The prince made his way towards the barracks in order to confront Robert about something he had been thinking about for a while: how attractive he was finding him as of late. Gyllen had a feeling that Robert may have been harbouring feelings for him ever since the comment he made about his pretty looks back in the country villa, the very same night he lost his virginity to Min. The interest was indeed mutual. Although he had already encountered plenty of attractive non-human males the other night who certainly provided him with hours of lascivious leisure, there was a certain, specific spark of infatuation Gyllen had for Rob that was not present among the rest of the males he met, despite doing nothing sexual with the soldier...nothing yet anyway. Perhaps it was because Robert was someone closer to his own age whom was simply pleasant to be in the company of or maybe it was merely Gyllen's hormones targeting the soldier as a potential companion during a particular cycle of overactivation. Whatever the case may have been, the prince still wished to investigate these urges further but he was not 100% certain on Robert's sexuality, with only an ambiguous statement made by the guard to support his theory and figured the only way to definitively find out for himself was to put on a brave face and ask him directly, man-to-man. The prince walked across the castle courtyard to the small wooden door at the base of the south-western tower and expected to have to request the dorm master to summon Rob for him, but instead found his beloved trooper standing just outside, with his back against the wall and his spear being held lazily in his lax grip whilst his gaze was fixated to the floor. Gyllen stood his ground, not yet noticed by Robert. He waited a few seconds, debating if he really wanted to progress another step as his stomach tied itself in knots. Gyllen took took a deep inhale and attentively walked within earshot of the guardsman, his heart-beating so quickly, he could swear he could hear it.
"Robert?" The prince forced his name out his larynx. Rob immediately scrambled upright to attention with his proud aura restored once more. He stood quite a bit taller than Gyllen, even though he was only a couple years older than him, and had handsome, boyish features on his chiselled face, retaining a brawny chin, stubbly from going without a shave this morning, and dark green eyes, filled with determination yet also innocence. Though it was hard to tell as he was wearing an iron helmet, he kept his black hair cut short though, if rather messy. His attire was the same as earlier that day but it would no doubt require great strength and stamina to keep on for several hours at a time even if he did not show it, downplaying the physique he must have built up during his experiences working as a palace soldier.
"Good evening, sir!" Robert saluted.
"Um...not to pry or anything, but you were looking quite upset." Gyllen said, putting off his original intent as much as his improv ability would allow.
"Is there something bothering you?" Gyllen asked.
