Prince Gyllen Ch 03

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.

"Oh, it's nothing, Prince...just got a bit on my mind is all, you know? Little bored too..." Robert chuckled uneasily. "Sorry, sir...I shouldn't make light of my duties..."

"I take no offence, Robert. It's good to speak your thoughts sometimes." Gyllen smiled. "So...um...it's very cold outside tonight!" The prince attempted to make small talk with the guard, eyes darting about everywhere but straight ahead, as he consciously rubbed his mitts together in an act to generate some warmth.

"No kidding! What I wouldn't give for a big, piping bowl of Mum's soup right about now..." Robert rambled, as he always would when he got too comfortable in the presence of the prince, his all-business persona rapidly dissolving in the process. Thankfully, Gyllen much preferred Rob's truer, casual self. It was a refreshing change of pace from the constant worming he was so used to from the other staff and allowed him a just a glimpse into a far more simpler life that part of him coveted oh-so much. Ironically, the contrived subject change helped the blonde in formulating an idea in revealing Robert's orientation to him, even if it may have been somewhat convoluted.

"If you want...you could take a short interval from your work in the bath suite to heat yourself up!" The prince proposed, out of nowhere.

"Sir, you've got to be joking!" Rob laughed. "I'm just a lowly soldier."

"Don't be so modest!" Gyllen said. "You're a very hard worker. I am personally giving you permission to use the royal bath! Think of it as a reward for the impeccable service you provided for me during my holiday."

"Well, since you're so insistent...I guess a quick dip would be nice!" Robert gratefully genuflected before the blonde. "Thank you, my prince! I really don't know what to say..."

"For Odin's sake, Robert, stand up! You don't have to stoop over every little thing I say." Gyllen said as he held the trooper by the arm to lift him back on his feet. Robert was dumbfounded over a noble being so kindly as to do such a thing, treating him not as a subordinate, but as an equal. No wonder he was crushing on Gyllen! "It will be our little secret~!"

The royal bath was very similar in design to the one in the countryside home: a room carved entirely from stone with steps descending into a steaming, rectangular pool, lined with benches around its perimeter. Robert squirmed out of his shell of armour, too eager to jump in than to think about the risk of rust from leaving his armour in a careless jumble on the moist floor. He stripped from his underclothes, standing alone and naked in the mist. His well-toned chest, abdominal muscles and strong legs, results from his many years of difficult training, were covered in dark, masculine hair. A thick bush of pubes surrounding his flaccid, uncut love muscle and a heavy sack of testicles completed his model manly look. Rob touched his toe against the surface of the pre-filled water, causing small ripples on the surface, verifying it was at a satisfying temperature before immersing the rest of his being into the bath. He slumped down on the stone bench into the pool and sighed as he his skin started soaking up the warm liquids.

"Beats an old tub any day of the week..." Robert silently thought to himself. After a few minutes of carefree relaxation, the soldier heard the door creak open behind him. He turned his head to see the prince sauntering in.

"Oh, sir, what are you doing here?" Robert asked, a little startled and just a meagre amount discomforted from being nude in the presence of royalty, though he was hardly distressing since he had been casually naked around others before in his youth, unlike how the blonde would have reacted in a reversed situation.

"I-I just wanted to see how you were doing...!" Gyllen replied, trying, and not succeeding, to hide his shy state for what he was about to do next.

"I'm doing fab! Thanks again." Robert grinned, too chuffed to notice the prince's off articulation.

"That's wonderful!" The prince blurted, before beginning to meekly, but swiftly, unbuttoning his elaborate clothing without any announcement, as Robert watched on, slack-jawed and goggle-eyed in awe from the implausible sequence, to the point of his mind momentarily numbing.

"Uh, sir, what are you doing?" Robert asked after feeling was restored in his brain. The prince was already prepared to remove his white shirt.

"I was going to come in too." Gyllen answered in a falsely casual voice. "You don't mind, do you?"

"I...er...it's your bath and everything, after all, so I guess not...! It's just you're the last person I would expect sharing it with, Your Majesty! Didn't even know it was allowed..." Rob said.

"I have gotten somewhat more...confident in being nude before others..." The prince explained.

"Eh, we're both blokes anyway...no big deal, right...?" Robert continued to ramble and turn red, staring at the undressing prince who was sliding his top off from his shoulders, revealing his near-flawlessly slim torso, and holding it in his hand. Gyllen pretended to ignore the leering, hoping his anatomy would distract the guard from his blushing.

"Of course...just a couple of blokes..." The prince parroted the knight, following it up by wiggling out of his breeches, pulling them slowly down his smooth, creamy legs, before unfastening and stepping out of his footwear whilst he was bent over. Gyllen uncurled himself after completing his amateur strip show and began to neatly fold his fabrics over his arm, before putting them safely aside along with his shoes, with absolutely nothing to hide his details from the soldier, from his pink nipples to his uncircumcised prick. Robert had been unable to take his eyes off the exposed femboy before him, the only movements being made were that of his sturdy leg crossing over the other to prevent the rousing betwixt them. Gyl continued to act aloof as he elegantly walked down the marble steps and into the tranquil pond. Of all the spaces available in the virtually empty bath, Gyllen chose to sit himself right next to Robert.

"Oh, gods, he's naked! The prince is naked and we're in a bath together and alone! This can't be real!" Robert was screaming in his head, unsure what to do, how to act and too scared to budge a single micrometre from his place.

The pair sat together in an uneasy silence. Gyllen had already started to wash his golden locks while Robert was still as stiff as a board, trying to hide his agitated state. Gyllen was hoping the set-up alone would have seamlessly led into the lewd affairs but it was clear that Rob was not going to be making the moves on him anytime soon. The prince was not expecting Robert to be recoiling so much from him. Maybe the soldier had not taken a liking to him after all? Still, Gyllen was not going to let a one-in-a-million opportunity such as this pass up and opted to make the initial action on his own.

"Robert?" Gyllen said, gently putting an end to the quiet.

"Yes!?" Robert replied, startled by the sudden speech.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" The prince stood from his seat in the shallow waters, facing towards Rob, while liquid ran down his fine frame and his cock dipping into the aqua. Rob turned his head away on reflex to avoid staring at the phallus.

"Y-you mean you're going to t-touch me...with your hands?" Robert stuttered, turning his neck steadily back around, keeping himself concentrated on the prince's face, no matter how tempted he would was to drop his eyeballs just a little lower for a mere millisecond.

"Well...yes." Gyllen nodded. "Is that an issue...?"

"N-n-not at all...!" Rob complied, as he did not wish to come off as rude by declining Gyllen's gesture. The guardsman also arose, though more hastily in contrast to the prince's unrushed motions. Gyllen managed to catch a glance of Robert's dick swinging as he turned his toned back on the blonde. The prince started to feel overly excited just from the single brief sight of the soldier's genitalia, breathing intensely through his nasal passages and feeling all of a flutter, not to mention the blood beginning to flow down below. Thankfully, unless Robert secretly possessed eyes on the back of his head, Gyllen's developing wood would go undiscovered for the time being. The prince picked up a bar of soap from a small indent in the pool wall and bubbled it up in his soft hands. With white foam formed in his mitts, Gyllen moved his paws onto Robert's broad shoulders and caressed them gently, causing goosebumps all over the guard's shuddering body.

"How does it feel?" Gyllen asked.

"Pretty good, sir..." Robert replied. Gyllen's gentle massage helped ease his tension somewhat.

"Oh, Please just call me 'Gyllen'!" The prince said, weary of Rob's overuse of titles.

"As you wish, si...er, Gyllen." Rob articulated the blonde's name, sounding strange at first coming out of his voice. The prince continued to scrub around Robert's upper back a while longer, before sliding his palms further and further down his flesh, until they arrived below the black haired male's waist. Gyl daringly cupped two handfuls of the soldier's firm arse cheeks, causing him to yelp in surprise.

"W-what are you touching me there for!?" Robert inquired, only looking over his shoulder to the prince lest he would be able his growing erection.

"It's part of your back, isn't it, silly?" Gyllen strained a laugh. The blue-eyed boy continued fondling Robert's rear in his palms, gently squeezing them together and kneading them into the guard. Rob even let out a quiet moan as he felt Gyllen's hot breath panting against his neck.

"Aren't you being a little too rough, Gyllen?" Robert winced, his cock now starting to stand up.

"Sorry...I thought a big, tough soldier like you would have been able to withstand it!" Gyllen teased him, starting to build up his confidence while his own member was also becoming stiffer.

"You sound like you're doing it on purpose...!" The guard whined.

"Maybe because I am~" Gyllen smirked, his confidence skyrocketing in the heat of the moment, his hands suddenly circling around Rob's pelvis and clutched onto his increasingly hardening shaft, more erect than he believed it would be, but just for one instant, before Robert broke away from the prince's grasp and sunk back down onto the bench to obscure his hard-on by using the water's surface.