"Would you like to come with me to the port," Titus asked.
Ace was now always nervous around him. He had agreed to something he hadn't initially understood, and Titus thought he was just shy. Titus asked Ace many questions about his kingdom and was pleasantly surprised when Ace mentioned offhandedly that people of any race or gender could marry each other. Titus then knew that he must have him. A magic prince, from a land where people were too free. He planned to make Ace his, so by the time the letter had reached the nonexistent Kingdom of Hawaii, Titus would gain a new colony along with Ace's heart.
Ace and Titus sat in his garden, which had a small stream from the Nile pass through it. Little frogs and snakes slid by, croaking and hissing, and the tall reeds and sounds were a welcome distraction in a place where there was very little to do if you did not work. Titus stroked the back of Ace's neck and he turned red, embarrassed that he was always so touchy. Titus again started his barrage of questions while they sat together outside on stone steps, the sun setting, and the air cooling. The beautiful sunset was the most exciting part of Ace's day, and he loved looking at the moon in its original form, no longer green, but pale and off-white.
"Who is your wife," Titus asked.
"I do not have one! I am too young..."
"Impossible! You are ten and eight years! You should have at least four heirs by now! Your death will soon be approaching!"
Ace looked at him strangely. "People where I come from leave to at least a hundred and ten," Ace explained. "I have time."
Titus' heart soared as he discovered a rare creature, neatly gifted to him, perfect as a companion to spend the rest of eternity with. Titus rubbed Ace's arm and Ace looked away, thinking about what excuse he could come up with, but he had used them all. Titus was no longer patient, and in his mind, he thought that Ace was the perfect companion from a strange kingdom that would make him remembered for centuries.
"Why are you acting like a maiden," Titus mumbled. "I have stated many times that you will be mine."
"I… have a person I like..."
Titus huffed, upset that his affections and many gifts had been turned down because of some person he'd never met.
"Who is it !?"
"It doesn't matter," Ace sighed. "She is back home, and I will never see her again... maybe she wasn't that great, to begin with."
"Do not despair Acheus," Titus whispered. "You can return home someday. I have sent many to find your home using the best maps we have."
Ace knew that they would never find the made-up land and he frowned, lonely, and missing his friends and family. "Let us retire," Titus whispered in his ear. "I can help you feel better."
He rubbed Ace's back and again Ace became nervous and weak. He was somewhat attracted to Titus, but he was too loud, easily excitable, and easy to anger. Every time Ace looked at Titus, he knew he had met him before, but it was impossible. Sometimes the things he would do and say would remind Ace of Candice, but he told himself that he just missed her.
Ace sighed again and agreed to go to bed. There was not much to do at night unless there was a temple to visit, but Ace had no interest in those. He followed Titus back inside to his ornate palace and didn't realize he was leading him back to his room until they got there. Titus closed the door and Ace looked around, realizing that he was so caught up in his thoughts he had come to the wrong room.
"Stay with me," Titus mumbled. He draped his arms around Ace's shoulders and stroked his hair.
Ace accepted that being with Titus was his best option, and possibly the only one. Titus took Ace to his canopy bed, where he promptly took off what little clothes he wore, making his intentions clear. Ace stared at his crotch and began to regret his choice. Titus crawled on top of Ace and kissed him. Ace stifled a moan, bashful that he enjoyed kissing this strange man. Titus was persistent, and he quickly took off Ace's clothes.
He grinned and took a small bowl of perfumed oil. Ace shivered as Titus rubbed it all over him and sighed as Titus started to stroke him.
“You are so shy, but during lovemaking, you are so open,” Titus grinned.
“Yes I am,” Ace moaned. “I’m sorry.”
Titus kissed his neck and murmured in his ear. “It is fine. However, you will not escape me this time.”
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Ace cried out as Titus stuck his fingers inside of him, and deftly rubbed his fingertips inside him, well-versed in the world of pleasure.
Ace grit his teeth through the pain, and after some time he started to moan again, embarrassed by the pleasure and how fast he had given in. He covered his mouth but Titus moved it away.
“Do not stifle yourself,” he commanded. “I want every part of you.”
Titus spread his legs wide open and Ace tried to relax as he knew what would happen next.
He cried and shook as Titus entered him, his toes curled up, feeling strange all over. Titus moved inside of him, whispering in his ear how beautiful he was. “You have soft hands like a woman’s,” he whispered.
Titus went faster and rubbed his body, the oil making everything feel more sensual, and Ace’s pleasure more intense. Ace locked his legs around him and Titus, grunted, knowing that Ace wanted more, even though he was too shy to admit it. He went faster and Ace screamed louder, his hips shaking, enjoying as he felt his balls slap against his hole. Finally, Ace was honest and asked for what he wanted.
“More,” Ace mumbled. “Please.”
“I have only one Priapus,” Titus teased. “You are quite hard to please.”
He pulled out, and Ace yelped. He turned him on his stomach, and again he took him, faster and excited he had finally won him over. Ace grunted every time Titus hit the bottom and started to feel strange. He gripped the bed and moved his hips along, loving how it felt, desperate for more.
Titus slowed down to meet his pace, and they moaned together, enjoying the sounds of each other. Titus stroked him as he continued to thrust inside him and Ace shook, unable to keep moving his hips up now that everything was too much. Titus started crashing into him grunting, and Ace cried out.
Like an animal, Titus continued, not satisfied, going faster as if there were some deeper part of his body he had not explored yet. Tears fell as Ace came and he moaned, shaking, his hips raised up and face down in the bed. His hips jerked and Titus felt proud, outlasting him and conquering him. Titus slowed down again, enjoying as Ace tightened and squeezed around him, and shivered, rubbing his behind and squeezing it.
When Ace was done shaking and crying, Titus began again, gripping him by the waist and panting. It was hard for him to hold on to his waist with all the oil, but that did not deter him from trying to be as deep as possible inside of Ace. “You are so much tighter now,” he rasped. Ace’s face went warm by the comment and he tried not to make noise again.
Titus took his quiet sounds as a lack of pleasure and went faster. Ace started to moan again and Titus pushed him down, knees tired from how long they had been going. Titus wrapped his arms around Ace and grunted with every thrust. Ace shuddered, everything too much as he was indeed tighter, and Titus felt bigger inside of him.
Sweating and groaning Titus finally finished, emptying himself inside Ace, and he shivered. It spilled out of him and Titus grunted on top of him, twitching and jerking, not done. Ace sighed into the bed, his behind sore, and the adrenaline rush wearing off.
Titus did not want to stop. He did not want to pull out. Ace laid underneath him, worried if he was stuck. After a minute, Titus realized that it wouldn’t work until he was hard again and finally pulled out. Ace let out a small sound as it slid out, and Titus rubbed his hole while he stroked himself, still wanting more. “No more,” Ace mumbled. “Hips feel weird.”
Titus pouted in frustration but realized his lover was possibly not experienced. He was, but Titus was simply insatiable. Ace turned over and winced, as Titus was too excited, and it had been a long time since he had done that.
Titus kissed his neck again and rubbed his chest as they lay in bed together. “I would not take you for a lover of men,” Titus said.\
“I like both, I just don’t like to talk about it.”
Titus’ eyebrows went up and pouted again. “You will take no other lover, male or female,” he commanded.
“I won’t,” Ace promised. “The only thing I think about is going home.”
“Am I not enough for you,” Titus asked, hurt in his voice.
“I just miss my family and friends,” Ace sighed.
“I will help you with whatever you need,” he promised. “You are mine and mine alone.” Ace’s face felt warm as Titus held him tighter from behind, his breath hot on his neck.
“Thank you,”
Over the next few months, Ace soon realized that Titus was truly enamored with him. It was quite strange, as he was used to chasing after Candice, but Titus was quite bold in his affections. He gave Ace many gifts, mostly jewelry, which he did not want. Whenever Titus was free he would take Ace with him on many trips, and soon the servants realized who Ace was. He soon became tired of servants looking at him, expecting him to ask for things when he was perfectly fine doing things on his own.
They started treating him with more respect, and Ace soon felt like he was a mob wife. Ace was still lonely, and often thought of his home, and sometimes Ibis. He was confused about why a woman would look exactly like Candice but decided that the faces of people must eventually repeat.
The watch told me that she was here, and she is a monster, but I do not see any proof, Ace thought.
He soon became bitter that he was stuck someplace strange, with only one person as his companion.