A new story
I finally finished this, it's been sitting half done on my list for months, well, one less to do
Die Traum-Koenig.
(The Dream King)
by Seraphim Grace
Disclaimer:
Anyway a story based on Higure You with real life characters, so they’re not mine. In the manga (as opposed to history although Higure-Sensei’s research is flawless) Ludwig’s madness is a real character. It’s the most beautiful love story, (even in dry history books that won’t come out and overtly say they were lovers) and I cry every time I read it. So dig out the Kleenex and find it. It’s available at www.mangagedon.cjb.net
Hornig touched the cool metal of the key around his neck and smiled, he wore it under his clothes and no one but he and the king knew it was even there. Under torture he would never reveal what it was the key for, it was too precious to contemplate. His King had given him the key to his journal to wear, his king had bared his soul to him. "This is the key to my heart, Hornig," he said, and kissed him on the lips, "and it’s only for you, beloved." It was the open secret of the Munich court that he and the king were lovers and it made Hornig blush faintly to think of it. He is my king, he thought, and he is my lover.
He opened the door to the king’s private chamber, he had a tray loaded with food for the king. The dark profile of his king caught him unawares, he was sat at the window with a book in his hands, his impossibly beautiful legs crooked up in front of him. "Your majesty," Hornig said putting down the tray on a side table and pouring his king a glass of wine, "I brought you some food, you didn’t send for dinner and I was a little worried."
Ludwig smiled fondly at his blonde servant. "I wasn’t hungry," he said, he closed his book after carefully marking his page. "But thank you for thinking of my well being." Most of Hornig’s waking thoughts were filled with his king, he was beautiful and clever and he said he loved him. Hornig was drunk on him. He turned his head slightly to show more of his lovely profile as he looked out of the window, "It’s starting to rain," he said, "and it looked like it was going to be such a beautiful night."
"Yes, majesty," Hornig said, bringing him a glass of wine, "Lord Taxis took a stallion out for a late ride and now I’m worried he might get a soaking."
Ludwig’s laugh caught him by surprise, "you are incandescent," he said, "that you worry about Taxis where he was my lover, I would be glad that he got a soaking, but you don’t have a hateful bone in your body, do you, my Hornig?" Hornig’s heart lurched in his chest as Ludwig’s fingers touched his as he took the glass and called him his.
"But, Majesty," Hornig protested, he knew he should jerk his fingers away, but he didn’t want to. He never wanted to.
"The rain is beautiful, is she not?" Ludwig asked, he took Hornig’s hand within his own, and pulled him down so that Hornig sat between his legs in the window seat and Hornig thought that his heart might stop with happiness, "I could sit all night like this, with you," his breath was hot against Hornig’s ear, "and just watch the rain on the window."
"Majesty," Hornig said, appreciating the kindness, sometimes the king could be cold and distant, he had so many worries that Hornig could not understand and was never made privy too. He laid his head against the king’s chest listening to the steady heartbeat. It was so relaxing to listen to his heart beat, he could spend the rest of his life listening to his king’s heart beat.
"You are like an angel, Hornig," Ludwig said in a slow deep voice against his ear, "and as golden as the sun, I cannot have you near me." He pushed Hornig hard away from him.
"Majesty?" He asked.
"I said get away from me," Ludwig repeated, his eyes were a little wild, "can’t you see that I can’t stand you." He stood up, disentangling himself from where Hornig had turned to look at him on the window seat. "You don’t understand."
"No, majesty," Hornig said, lowering his eyes. "I don’t."
"I am Bavaria, Hornig," Ludwig said, pacing across the room with long sure strides, his long legs making the pace effortless, he was like a stallion when he walked like that, "you are kindness and golden light, you are a gift from God and I cannot accept such gifts. Leave me."
"Yes, majesty," Hornig said, he stood up and with a bow went to leave.
Ludwig’s gaze was steady. "Your eyes, Hornig, they are the same blue as the Bavarian flag, have I ever told you that?"
"Yes, majesty," Hornig answered, "the day we met." He went to leave.
"Stay a while," the king said, "amuse me."
"How, majesty?" Hornig answered, he poured out a second glass of the wine, though he himself did not have a glass.
"We can play cards, it has been a long time since we played cards."
"Yes, majesty." Hornig said, "I shall fetch them."
A wicked smile slowly spread across Ludwig’s face, "No, Hornig, I shall fetch them, and I shall serve you wine, and I will entertain you."
"Majesty?" Hornig asked, trying to work out this new amusement.
"Yes, I shall be the servant and you can be the king, I shall lock the door and it will just be you and I." He lifted a heavy wooden box where he kept his playing cards although his parliament had told him many times that they were base, that only the lower classes played with cards he had an expensive set imported from Marseilles.
"Majesty?" Hornig pressed, this was new to them.
"Tonight, you don’t have to call me majesty, tonight, you can call me Ludwig." His grin was incandescent but cold, like a distant star and Hornig couldn’t help but smile back, it was so ludicrous that the king would wait on him.
"Majesty, instead of being my servant," he began, "maybe we could be equals, like two peasants meeting, without rank or caste."
Ludwig thought it over and then smiled a little brighter, "I like it," he said, putting the case down, "but Hornig," he stood next to where Hornig stood and whispered in his ear, "I don’t know how."
Hornig laughed, "it’s the easy part," he said, deliberately dropping the majesty, "you treat me like you would Empress Elizabeth and I’ll treat you like I treat a stableman."
Ludwig reached out and touched his long blonde hair, untying it from the thong at his neck, "do you really want me to treat you like I treat my cousin?" He asked.
Hornig’s throat was so swollen he couldn’t even stammer an answer, instead he picked up the tray of food and laid it on another table, out of the way and carried the low table across to set it up for the cards, and then took cushions from the chairs and put them on the floor either side of the table. "Come, Ludwig," he paused before saying the name, almost saying majesty. "Sit here, and we can play."
He laid the four cards out in a simple spread and dealt the rest of them between the two of them. it was a game that the king had taught him to play, and required patience and watching his opponent carefully. It was the game they played most often together as it was specifically for two players. Ludwig lifted the wine and two wine glasses before he sat down next to him. "I dealt," Hornig said as Ludwig poured the wine, "you can go first."
Sitting cross legged on the floor Ludwig turned the first card, it was hard to make a move on the first card and so he placed it face up down to let Hornig take his first go. He took a sip of his wine. It was dark and red, like blood, and stained his lips. Hornig turned the card, he was able to place it on Ludwig’s pile and turn a second, it crowned the third card in the spread, but the third card was useless. "If I didn’t know better I would say that you were cheating," Ludwig said, turning another useless card.
"I’d never cheat you," Hornig said turning a card to reveal an ace, "I’d never need to, you’re not very good at cards." He took a sip of the wine, it was rich and deep and much finer than he was used to.
"I don’t spend time with stablemen to perfect my skills at playing cards." Ludwig said, "I only have other noblemen to practise with and they all play as badly as me."
Hornig laughed, his lips were stained with the wine. His card was able to be placed on Ludwig’s pile again and the third and fourth card could all be part of the spread. He couldn’t help laughing as the cards came out, it did look like he was cheating, but he wasn’t and would never. This was his king, his lover, his love, he would never cheat him, even at cards.
Ludwig smiled at the laughter, he reached forward and pressed his pale lips to Hornig’s who blushed adorably. Ludwig adored Hornig when he was like this, naive and shy before his king, when he was a shy lover and not a stoic servant. Like this Hornig was all the shield that the king of Bavaria needed, and his eyes were the same blue as the Bavarian flag. He pressed his lips harder against Hornig then, determined to hurt him, to mock him, to make him understand that this was the King of Bavaria, that this was Ludwig von Wisselbach and not some mere servant boy. He practically threw him to the carpet and Hornig did not look in any way distressed.
Ludwig pulled back from Hornig. "Get out," he said, turning to stand.
"Majesty." Hornig said, getting to his feet and rearranging his coat, "as you wish." He went to the door.
"You would not betray me, would you, Hornig?" Ludwig asked, his voice was cold and harsh.
"No, majesty, I could not." Hornig answered.
"I thought so. Come, Richard," he only ever called Hornig Richard when he sought his forgiveness for some slight that only Ludwig could have ever perceived. He opened his arms to Hornig and he took the invitation, and let his beautiful king kiss him, press those thin pale lips against his own. These were the lips that made decisions for all of Bavaria, but more importantly to Hornig these were the lips that muttered sweet endearments, that called him liebchen.
His kisses burned like fire as his long thin, cold, fingers twined up into Hornig’s pale blonde hair, tugging the ribbon from the tail at his nape to release the hair to fall about his neck and to twist with Ludwig’s fingers. "So beautiful." He murmured. "So beautiful."
Ludwig pulled his fingers through the hair and pulled back to look at Hornig with the blue eyes that only saw Bavaria. Then he smiled, a slow genuine smile, like the one he had once given the Princess Sophie, a smile that until it was turned on Hornig he hadn’t even realised he was jealous of. Then he reached up and tugged on his cravatte. His clothes fell away until he was naked before his king. "Please," he murmured under his breath, "don’t send me away, please, don’t send me away now."
Ludwig pulled him down unto his back, pressing the entire length of his body against Hornig’s, pressing his thigh between Hornig’s. The length of it was hard and firm and hot. The hand that Ludwig wasn’t using to pull at Garth found its way to the curve of his ass, stroking the soft crease where his thigh began, knowing how sensitive it was.
Ludwig’s lips were hot and demanding now, his tongue flickering back and forth against Hornig’s own, but still there was no fire between them, no passion. This was a king taking his right, and Hornig wanted him to.
Ludwig’s hands were hard and cold as they pushed up against the soft skin of his ribcage. There were no calluses on the hand, not even from clutching a pen, and the skin was silky smooth from lotions and perfumed oils. Hornig’s hands were the hands of a stableman. "Beautiful." Ludwig whispered, pressing the rough edge of his cheek against Garth’s ear. His breath was hot and wet, he reached out and took the edge of the lobe of his ear between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
Ludwig allowed his lips to trace the rough skin of Hornig’s neck, scraping his teeth against his jugular because he knew that Hornig liked it.
Ludwig’s hands were hot on his skin, his breath was like the waters of the Lake Starnberg, salty sweet and foul all at once. It was what Hornig wanted. It was what he needed. He leant into the touch, he pressed himself against the long lean length of his king’s muscles; Against the gentle fabric of his shirt and the rough male kiss of his wool trousers.
Ludwig sat back for a moment and just appreciated the beauty spread before him at the end of the bed.
His fingers fumbled with the button fly of Ludwig’s trousers and the impressive bulge inside. He moved the hand away, batted it away and popped the buttons himself with a confident jerk of the wrist and a smile that was so playful, so very Lui, that Hornig melted under it’s onslaught. He pushed his hand into the gaping maw of his fly and felt the hot flesh inside.
Ludwig’s mouth found his again, quickly. Homing into it like an addict, like it was his wellspring, that like the elusive taste that maddened Hornig drove him on until there was nothing but it in his mind. That the bed was illusory, that even Hornig was, all that remained was the lingering taste of his king in his mouth. His hands were predatory, grasping and hot. They were everywhere and nowhere.
"In your mouth." Ludwig said, Hornig parted his trousers and pushed them down, then drew him out with a callused hand. "Tilt your head back." He added and Hornig obliged him.
Hornig moved to engulf Ludwig's slim cock completely in his mouth. Its head slid down his throat as his lips encircled its base, and Hornig swallowed to avoid choking. The clean yet musky smell of Ludwig's wispy pubic hair met his nose, and he was lost. This was an experience of sheer sensuality. Thought and emotion had no place in this -- he just wanted to suck Ludwig to climax and drink down the seed that would inevitably pump forth with the youth's orgasm. Taste Ludwig as intimately as one human could taste another. He pulled back until only the tip of Ludwig's penis was in his mouth, not yet applying suction, but curling his tongue around the throbbing head in a slow, swirling caress, washing the heated flesh with moist strokes. Hornig drew Ludwig's penis further into his mouth; now applying pressure. He suckled the burning flesh, feeling the silken stiffness against his tongue, tasting the droplets of desire that spilled free from its tip, his lips forming a seal that slipped up and down over the turgid length.
Raising his head, Hornig grasped Ludwig's slickened erection with one hand, lapping at the tip a moment, before meeting his king’s heavy-lidded, beseeching gaze with a small smile.
Hornig worked Ludwig with finesse, flare, and a deep affection for the subject of his attention. The flesh was sweet in his mouth, silk over steel, throbbing to the accelerated beat of Ludwig's heart, and leaking a steady trickle of semen that merged with the saliva Hornig laved over the upright column that afforded them this intimate connection. He could feel the muscles of Ludwig's belly tensing and jerking above him and his ears caught the soft sounds of Ludwig's muted passion in the form of little sighs, murmurs, and moans as the boy shifted restlessly.
More wasn't a problem. Hornig sucked Ludwig down to the root, then began a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down. No more teasing, no more testing; it was time to bring Ludwig to climax. Ludwig's breath was catching in quick, harsh gasps, feet planted, hips grinding up and up, his fingers sunk in his servant’s blonde hair, not tugging as might be expected, but splayed over the curve of Hornig's skull beneath, mutely urging the young man onward, harder, faster, more!
Hornig obeyed, his arms leaving their locked position over Ludwig's thighs so that he could grasp those lean hips; his fingers standing out dark against pale, paper-thin flesh stretched over sharp bone. He shifted so that he was kneeling, leaning over Ludwig; this new approach granting him better leverage as he sucked Ludwig down to the root, over and over, feeling his throat clutching at the head of his cock, doing his best to drive Ludwig over the edge and into the burst of ecstasy that he knew waited; most likely only moments away, from the sounds Ludwig was making above his head.
Thick, hot fluid hit the broad dam of Hornig's tongue like a slap; spreading through his palate and flooding him with its unique, intoxicating flavor. Hornig drank it down, taking all Ludwig had to give, and then draining him dry once his orgasm began to subside. Hornig made sure he got every last drop, but left off before his suction began to pain Ludwig's now over-sensitized flesh.
"turn around." Ludwig said, "kneel for me."
Obedient Hornig turned his back, he straddled the linen chest the way he was wanted to, "hold unto the pillars." And Hornig grabbed the wooden pillars which hid Hornig’s face from his king.
Standing between his thighs Ludwig surveyed the scene, appreciating the view he had arranged and rubbed himself, his lily smooth hands move gently at first, then more rapidly as he worked out options of what to do with the vision before him. He leant forward and rubbed himself against the cleft between Hornig’s buttocks. He considered rubbing himself to completion like that, and spilling himself across Hornig’s back, a new idea for Hornig. He decided against it, and reached forward touching the slim erection that Hornig always had for him, sometimes he treated it reverently, and sometimes he just wanted to punish.
Aided by a little oil, silently applied, he plunged in. Hornig was hot and tight against him, made more intense by giving him almost no preparation, but Hornig made no noise of protest.
The sensations within Hornig went beyond the push and pull within him. Every time he was filled there was nothing in his world but his king, his nerves, muscles and sinew were filled with Ludwig. He was mounting and the desire was spiralling out of control, he wanted it to end, he wanted it never to end pushed his knees up on the ottoman to pull Ludwig deeper, to force him to go faster. Ludwig came with a grunt that was almost a scream, a shuddering eruption that made his hips buck and snap and Hornig rose to meet him, pushing the head of Ludwig’s cock against his sweet spot and he came hard.
"Come here, Richard," Ludwig said in his silky smooth voice. He held open his arms and Hornig almost fell into them, his legs were weak under him and he was yet to catch his breath. "Sleep with me, tonight."
"Majesty." Hornig protested.
"Sleep with me." Ludwig repeated calmly, and there was no room for argument, no space for anything but accepting.
"Yes, majesty." He answered.
Hornig pulled himself out of his sleep like he was pulling himself from a swamp. His body seemed disinterested in waking. He savoured his dream, rolling it about in his head before returning it to his most cherished and privileged memories. It could never happen again, Ludwig was dead, drowned on Lake Starnberg and his trial was ongoing. Hornig had been asked to give evidence today and he had no way to gainsay them. "I’m sorry, majesty." He muttered under his breath. "I’ve done all I can."
Die Traum-Koenig.
(The Dream King)
by Seraphim Grace
Disclaimer:
Anyway a story based on Higure You with real life characters, so they’re not mine. In the manga (as opposed to history although Higure-Sensei’s research is flawless) Ludwig’s madness is a real character. It’s the most beautiful love story, (even in dry history books that won’t come out and overtly say they were lovers) and I cry every time I read it. So dig out the Kleenex and find it. It’s available at www.mangagedon.cjb.net
Hornig touched the cool metal of the key around his neck and smiled, he wore it under his clothes and no one but he and the king knew it was even there. Under torture he would never reveal what it was the key for, it was too precious to contemplate. His King had given him the key to his journal to wear, his king had bared his soul to him. "This is the key to my heart, Hornig," he said, and kissed him on the lips, "and it’s only for you, beloved." It was the open secret of the Munich court that he and the king were lovers and it made Hornig blush faintly to think of it. He is my king, he thought, and he is my lover.
He opened the door to the king’s private chamber, he had a tray loaded with food for the king. The dark profile of his king caught him unawares, he was sat at the window with a book in his hands, his impossibly beautiful legs crooked up in front of him. "Your majesty," Hornig said putting down the tray on a side table and pouring his king a glass of wine, "I brought you some food, you didn’t send for dinner and I was a little worried."
Ludwig smiled fondly at his blonde servant. "I wasn’t hungry," he said, he closed his book after carefully marking his page. "But thank you for thinking of my well being." Most of Hornig’s waking thoughts were filled with his king, he was beautiful and clever and he said he loved him. Hornig was drunk on him. He turned his head slightly to show more of his lovely profile as he looked out of the window, "It’s starting to rain," he said, "and it looked like it was going to be such a beautiful night."
"Yes, majesty," Hornig said, bringing him a glass of wine, "Lord Taxis took a stallion out for a late ride and now I’m worried he might get a soaking."
Ludwig’s laugh caught him by surprise, "you are incandescent," he said, "that you worry about Taxis where he was my lover, I would be glad that he got a soaking, but you don’t have a hateful bone in your body, do you, my Hornig?" Hornig’s heart lurched in his chest as Ludwig’s fingers touched his as he took the glass and called him his.
"But, Majesty," Hornig protested, he knew he should jerk his fingers away, but he didn’t want to. He never wanted to.
"The rain is beautiful, is she not?" Ludwig asked, he took Hornig’s hand within his own, and pulled him down so that Hornig sat between his legs in the window seat and Hornig thought that his heart might stop with happiness, "I could sit all night like this, with you," his breath was hot against Hornig’s ear, "and just watch the rain on the window."
"Majesty," Hornig said, appreciating the kindness, sometimes the king could be cold and distant, he had so many worries that Hornig could not understand and was never made privy too. He laid his head against the king’s chest listening to the steady heartbeat. It was so relaxing to listen to his heart beat, he could spend the rest of his life listening to his king’s heart beat.
"You are like an angel, Hornig," Ludwig said in a slow deep voice against his ear, "and as golden as the sun, I cannot have you near me." He pushed Hornig hard away from him.
"Majesty?" He asked.
"I said get away from me," Ludwig repeated, his eyes were a little wild, "can’t you see that I can’t stand you." He stood up, disentangling himself from where Hornig had turned to look at him on the window seat. "You don’t understand."
"No, majesty," Hornig said, lowering his eyes. "I don’t."
"I am Bavaria, Hornig," Ludwig said, pacing across the room with long sure strides, his long legs making the pace effortless, he was like a stallion when he walked like that, "you are kindness and golden light, you are a gift from God and I cannot accept such gifts. Leave me."
"Yes, majesty," Hornig said, he stood up and with a bow went to leave.
Ludwig’s gaze was steady. "Your eyes, Hornig, they are the same blue as the Bavarian flag, have I ever told you that?"
"Yes, majesty," Hornig answered, "the day we met." He went to leave.
"Stay a while," the king said, "amuse me."
"How, majesty?" Hornig answered, he poured out a second glass of the wine, though he himself did not have a glass.
"We can play cards, it has been a long time since we played cards."
"Yes, majesty." Hornig said, "I shall fetch them."
A wicked smile slowly spread across Ludwig’s face, "No, Hornig, I shall fetch them, and I shall serve you wine, and I will entertain you."
"Majesty?" Hornig asked, trying to work out this new amusement.
"Yes, I shall be the servant and you can be the king, I shall lock the door and it will just be you and I." He lifted a heavy wooden box where he kept his playing cards although his parliament had told him many times that they were base, that only the lower classes played with cards he had an expensive set imported from Marseilles.
"Majesty?" Hornig pressed, this was new to them.
"Tonight, you don’t have to call me majesty, tonight, you can call me Ludwig." His grin was incandescent but cold, like a distant star and Hornig couldn’t help but smile back, it was so ludicrous that the king would wait on him.
"Majesty, instead of being my servant," he began, "maybe we could be equals, like two peasants meeting, without rank or caste."
Ludwig thought it over and then smiled a little brighter, "I like it," he said, putting the case down, "but Hornig," he stood next to where Hornig stood and whispered in his ear, "I don’t know how."
Hornig laughed, "it’s the easy part," he said, deliberately dropping the majesty, "you treat me like you would Empress Elizabeth and I’ll treat you like I treat a stableman."
Ludwig reached out and touched his long blonde hair, untying it from the thong at his neck, "do you really want me to treat you like I treat my cousin?" He asked.
Hornig’s throat was so swollen he couldn’t even stammer an answer, instead he picked up the tray of food and laid it on another table, out of the way and carried the low table across to set it up for the cards, and then took cushions from the chairs and put them on the floor either side of the table. "Come, Ludwig," he paused before saying the name, almost saying majesty. "Sit here, and we can play."
He laid the four cards out in a simple spread and dealt the rest of them between the two of them. it was a game that the king had taught him to play, and required patience and watching his opponent carefully. It was the game they played most often together as it was specifically for two players. Ludwig lifted the wine and two wine glasses before he sat down next to him. "I dealt," Hornig said as Ludwig poured the wine, "you can go first."
Sitting cross legged on the floor Ludwig turned the first card, it was hard to make a move on the first card and so he placed it face up down to let Hornig take his first go. He took a sip of his wine. It was dark and red, like blood, and stained his lips. Hornig turned the card, he was able to place it on Ludwig’s pile and turn a second, it crowned the third card in the spread, but the third card was useless. "If I didn’t know better I would say that you were cheating," Ludwig said, turning another useless card.
"I’d never cheat you," Hornig said turning a card to reveal an ace, "I’d never need to, you’re not very good at cards." He took a sip of the wine, it was rich and deep and much finer than he was used to.
"I don’t spend time with stablemen to perfect my skills at playing cards." Ludwig said, "I only have other noblemen to practise with and they all play as badly as me."
Hornig laughed, his lips were stained with the wine. His card was able to be placed on Ludwig’s pile again and the third and fourth card could all be part of the spread. He couldn’t help laughing as the cards came out, it did look like he was cheating, but he wasn’t and would never. This was his king, his lover, his love, he would never cheat him, even at cards.
Ludwig smiled at the laughter, he reached forward and pressed his pale lips to Hornig’s who blushed adorably. Ludwig adored Hornig when he was like this, naive and shy before his king, when he was a shy lover and not a stoic servant. Like this Hornig was all the shield that the king of Bavaria needed, and his eyes were the same blue as the Bavarian flag. He pressed his lips harder against Hornig then, determined to hurt him, to mock him, to make him understand that this was the King of Bavaria, that this was Ludwig von Wisselbach and not some mere servant boy. He practically threw him to the carpet and Hornig did not look in any way distressed.
Ludwig pulled back from Hornig. "Get out," he said, turning to stand.
"Majesty." Hornig said, getting to his feet and rearranging his coat, "as you wish." He went to the door.
"You would not betray me, would you, Hornig?" Ludwig asked, his voice was cold and harsh.
"No, majesty, I could not." Hornig answered.
"I thought so. Come, Richard," he only ever called Hornig Richard when he sought his forgiveness for some slight that only Ludwig could have ever perceived. He opened his arms to Hornig and he took the invitation, and let his beautiful king kiss him, press those thin pale lips against his own. These were the lips that made decisions for all of Bavaria, but more importantly to Hornig these were the lips that muttered sweet endearments, that called him liebchen.
His kisses burned like fire as his long thin, cold, fingers twined up into Hornig’s pale blonde hair, tugging the ribbon from the tail at his nape to release the hair to fall about his neck and to twist with Ludwig’s fingers. "So beautiful." He murmured. "So beautiful."
Ludwig pulled his fingers through the hair and pulled back to look at Hornig with the blue eyes that only saw Bavaria. Then he smiled, a slow genuine smile, like the one he had once given the Princess Sophie, a smile that until it was turned on Hornig he hadn’t even realised he was jealous of. Then he reached up and tugged on his cravatte. His clothes fell away until he was naked before his king. "Please," he murmured under his breath, "don’t send me away, please, don’t send me away now."
Ludwig pulled him down unto his back, pressing the entire length of his body against Hornig’s, pressing his thigh between Hornig’s. The length of it was hard and firm and hot. The hand that Ludwig wasn’t using to pull at Garth found its way to the curve of his ass, stroking the soft crease where his thigh began, knowing how sensitive it was.
Ludwig’s lips were hot and demanding now, his tongue flickering back and forth against Hornig’s own, but still there was no fire between them, no passion. This was a king taking his right, and Hornig wanted him to.
Ludwig’s hands were hard and cold as they pushed up against the soft skin of his ribcage. There were no calluses on the hand, not even from clutching a pen, and the skin was silky smooth from lotions and perfumed oils. Hornig’s hands were the hands of a stableman. "Beautiful." Ludwig whispered, pressing the rough edge of his cheek against Garth’s ear. His breath was hot and wet, he reached out and took the edge of the lobe of his ear between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
Ludwig allowed his lips to trace the rough skin of Hornig’s neck, scraping his teeth against his jugular because he knew that Hornig liked it.
Ludwig’s hands were hot on his skin, his breath was like the waters of the Lake Starnberg, salty sweet and foul all at once. It was what Hornig wanted. It was what he needed. He leant into the touch, he pressed himself against the long lean length of his king’s muscles; Against the gentle fabric of his shirt and the rough male kiss of his wool trousers.
Ludwig sat back for a moment and just appreciated the beauty spread before him at the end of the bed.
His fingers fumbled with the button fly of Ludwig’s trousers and the impressive bulge inside. He moved the hand away, batted it away and popped the buttons himself with a confident jerk of the wrist and a smile that was so playful, so very Lui, that Hornig melted under it’s onslaught. He pushed his hand into the gaping maw of his fly and felt the hot flesh inside.
Ludwig’s mouth found his again, quickly. Homing into it like an addict, like it was his wellspring, that like the elusive taste that maddened Hornig drove him on until there was nothing but it in his mind. That the bed was illusory, that even Hornig was, all that remained was the lingering taste of his king in his mouth. His hands were predatory, grasping and hot. They were everywhere and nowhere.
"In your mouth." Ludwig said, Hornig parted his trousers and pushed them down, then drew him out with a callused hand. "Tilt your head back." He added and Hornig obliged him.
Hornig moved to engulf Ludwig's slim cock completely in his mouth. Its head slid down his throat as his lips encircled its base, and Hornig swallowed to avoid choking. The clean yet musky smell of Ludwig's wispy pubic hair met his nose, and he was lost. This was an experience of sheer sensuality. Thought and emotion had no place in this -- he just wanted to suck Ludwig to climax and drink down the seed that would inevitably pump forth with the youth's orgasm. Taste Ludwig as intimately as one human could taste another. He pulled back until only the tip of Ludwig's penis was in his mouth, not yet applying suction, but curling his tongue around the throbbing head in a slow, swirling caress, washing the heated flesh with moist strokes. Hornig drew Ludwig's penis further into his mouth; now applying pressure. He suckled the burning flesh, feeling the silken stiffness against his tongue, tasting the droplets of desire that spilled free from its tip, his lips forming a seal that slipped up and down over the turgid length.
Raising his head, Hornig grasped Ludwig's slickened erection with one hand, lapping at the tip a moment, before meeting his king’s heavy-lidded, beseeching gaze with a small smile.
Hornig worked Ludwig with finesse, flare, and a deep affection for the subject of his attention. The flesh was sweet in his mouth, silk over steel, throbbing to the accelerated beat of Ludwig's heart, and leaking a steady trickle of semen that merged with the saliva Hornig laved over the upright column that afforded them this intimate connection. He could feel the muscles of Ludwig's belly tensing and jerking above him and his ears caught the soft sounds of Ludwig's muted passion in the form of little sighs, murmurs, and moans as the boy shifted restlessly.
More wasn't a problem. Hornig sucked Ludwig down to the root, then began a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down. No more teasing, no more testing; it was time to bring Ludwig to climax. Ludwig's breath was catching in quick, harsh gasps, feet planted, hips grinding up and up, his fingers sunk in his servant’s blonde hair, not tugging as might be expected, but splayed over the curve of Hornig's skull beneath, mutely urging the young man onward, harder, faster, more!
Hornig obeyed, his arms leaving their locked position over Ludwig's thighs so that he could grasp those lean hips; his fingers standing out dark against pale, paper-thin flesh stretched over sharp bone. He shifted so that he was kneeling, leaning over Ludwig; this new approach granting him better leverage as he sucked Ludwig down to the root, over and over, feeling his throat clutching at the head of his cock, doing his best to drive Ludwig over the edge and into the burst of ecstasy that he knew waited; most likely only moments away, from the sounds Ludwig was making above his head.
Thick, hot fluid hit the broad dam of Hornig's tongue like a slap; spreading through his palate and flooding him with its unique, intoxicating flavor. Hornig drank it down, taking all Ludwig had to give, and then draining him dry once his orgasm began to subside. Hornig made sure he got every last drop, but left off before his suction began to pain Ludwig's now over-sensitized flesh.
"turn around." Ludwig said, "kneel for me."
Obedient Hornig turned his back, he straddled the linen chest the way he was wanted to, "hold unto the pillars." And Hornig grabbed the wooden pillars which hid Hornig’s face from his king.
Standing between his thighs Ludwig surveyed the scene, appreciating the view he had arranged and rubbed himself, his lily smooth hands move gently at first, then more rapidly as he worked out options of what to do with the vision before him. He leant forward and rubbed himself against the cleft between Hornig’s buttocks. He considered rubbing himself to completion like that, and spilling himself across Hornig’s back, a new idea for Hornig. He decided against it, and reached forward touching the slim erection that Hornig always had for him, sometimes he treated it reverently, and sometimes he just wanted to punish.
Aided by a little oil, silently applied, he plunged in. Hornig was hot and tight against him, made more intense by giving him almost no preparation, but Hornig made no noise of protest.
The sensations within Hornig went beyond the push and pull within him. Every time he was filled there was nothing in his world but his king, his nerves, muscles and sinew were filled with Ludwig. He was mounting and the desire was spiralling out of control, he wanted it to end, he wanted it never to end pushed his knees up on the ottoman to pull Ludwig deeper, to force him to go faster. Ludwig came with a grunt that was almost a scream, a shuddering eruption that made his hips buck and snap and Hornig rose to meet him, pushing the head of Ludwig’s cock against his sweet spot and he came hard.
"Come here, Richard," Ludwig said in his silky smooth voice. He held open his arms and Hornig almost fell into them, his legs were weak under him and he was yet to catch his breath. "Sleep with me, tonight."
"Majesty." Hornig protested.
"Sleep with me." Ludwig repeated calmly, and there was no room for argument, no space for anything but accepting.
"Yes, majesty." He answered.
Hornig pulled himself out of his sleep like he was pulling himself from a swamp. His body seemed disinterested in waking. He savoured his dream, rolling it about in his head before returning it to his most cherished and privileged memories. It could never happen again, Ludwig was dead, drowned on Lake Starnberg and his trial was ongoing. Hornig had been asked to give evidence today and he had no way to gainsay them. "I’m sorry, majesty." He muttered under his breath. "I’ve done all I can."