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Talis had his eyes closed and was half asleep when a familiar voice snapped him to sudden awareness.
“Talis? Can you spare me a moment?”
The golden-haired young man was in the brothel’s lounge, dressed for work, in his new outfit of a scant, sleeveless tunic, worn long, with nothing but a thong beneath it. It covered the mark of the land-rule over his heart, which was a strange enough thing he didn’t want it on display.
It was one of the slow nights, and he was tired enough to not mind that. He’d had one customer earlier, and nothing since. But now he had…perhaps a customer. Perhaps trouble.
Talis looked up up at the masked face of King Ferron III, and found that despite the mask, the king’s uncertain, even nervous expression was clear. “You can very definitely say no if you want, but I was hoping we could at least speak in private?”
Talis swung his legs over and sat up. “Of course,” he said, nodding, a thousand butterflies suddenly fluttering in his stomach. He probably should say no to anything more than talk if the king wanted it, but…
“Ah, one of the luxury rooms, please? If for no other reason than I could probably use a drink,” said Ferron. Talis blinked. The arrogant, demanding manner that had characterized his earlier visits was gone entirely. It had been nearly three months, but that still seemed a short time for such a change.
“Yes, your majesty,” he said, and rose, leading the way.
In the room, door firmly shut but not locked, Talis sat down on a couch, and patted a spot next to him.
“A moment,” said Ferron, and went to the cabinet with its row of bottles. “Do you want something?”
Talis found himself blinking again, but nodded. “The apple brandy, please?”
King Ferron poured two glasses, and handed Talis one.
“Thank you,” said Talis, bemused all over again at the king’s utterly changed manner.
Ferron sat beside him. He pulled his mask off and tossed it aside, then took a long draught from his glass. “So. I suppose before anything else I should ask… Well, I should ask how old you truly are, and what your mother’s name was.”
“Ah.” Talis nodded. “I turned fourteen just last month. And her name was Illiera.”
Ferron looked away from Talis, his expression bleak. “Then you are my son. And I am sorry. I am so very, very sorry.”
Talis reached out, touched Ferron’s arm gently. “Can you tell me about it?”
“I thought she was lying, when she said she was with child. I thought it a ploy to replace the queen, or to gain some other advantage. I was…not kind to her. She left, and never returned. I… I… Goddess. I assume she is…gone now?”
Talis nodded sadly. “Yes. She died when I was not quite three. That’s what prompted me to become, well, the way I am now, not actually a child. I’d likely have died too, if fate and the goddess hadn’t allowed me to grow up in an instant.”
“I’m sorry. Truly. I could have taken her to a healer and had it confirmed. I could have done any number of things. I chose to be selfish and petty and think only of what I wanted. I’m very sorry.”
“The past can’t be changed,” said Talis gently. “We can only go on from where we are.”
Ferron heaved a heavy sigh, and nodded. “Where we are is a difficult place.” He looked back at Talis and shifted, then took another deep draught from his glass. Talis took a sip as well, suspecting he knew where this conversation was going.
“I still… I… My desires haven’t changed. I’ve tried to change everything I could. I’ve tried to be better. I’m still working on much of it, but I feel I’ve made progress, learning how to be a king and not a spoiled child. But this one thing I can’t seem to shake. I… You… I still want you.” His cheeks flushed, and he stared down into his glass. “I know it’s wrong. I know it’s deviant and sinful. Even more so now that I know you’re truly my son. But I can’t stop remembering how it was to be with you.”
Now it was Talis’ turn to sigh. “I know what you mean about feeling deviant. I don’t know, though. Iarun keeps telling me my own desires aren’t wrong. He’s oft times very convincing, so maybe he’s right. We should talk through it, perhaps. What about incest is wrong, Ferron? Do you know?”
Ferron frowned. “It’s, well… It’s taking a natural relationship and doing something unnatural with it.”
Talis nodded. “Do we have a natural relationship, though? You didn’t raise me as your son. I didn’t grow up with you as my father. We were strangers to each other before the first time you came here and hired me.”
Ferron finally looked back at Talis, his expression thoughtful. “I suppose that’s true. And it’s a much different argument than Arman—than Iluz used. He told me that as a man of power I could have no desires that were wrong, that a king was owed whatever he wished. I know now that’s not true. Your argument, though… It holds at least some weight.”
Talis smiled. “It doesn’t entirely keep me from fearing I’m somehow broken, in my worse moments, but yes. The powerful aren’t owed anything. But when two people have a mutual desire…”
Ferron’s expression turned startled. “Mutual?”
Talis, butterflies still fluttering, nevertheless nodded and put his hand on Ferron’s thigh. “Yes. Very mutual…Father.”
Ferron’s eyes went wide and he swallowed hard. “I see…Son.”
Talis felt the butterflies begin to settle. Wrong or right, he realized, he was committed to going forward. “Perhaps tonight it’s time for a different scenario. Perhaps it’s not a corrupt father teaching his innocent son. Perhaps it’s a not-at-all innocent son seducing his reluctant father.” Talis slid his hand further up Ferron’s thigh, squeezing firmly.
“Goddess…” Ferron was suddenly breathing hard.
Talis rose and climbed into Ferron’s lap, facing him. “You worry it’s wrong, Father. I’m not sure your worry matters, though. Because I want you. Do you think you can resist me?” He smiled wickedly, and slid his arms around Ferron.
“I…” Ferron was trembling, staring in shocked fascination at Talis. “Son, you shouldn’t, I should—”
Talis cut him off with a kiss, hard and insistent. Ferron went rigid, then relaxed and moaned into it. His own arms went around Talis, holding tight.
Talis broke off the kiss. “See, Father? You can’t resist me. I can tell exactly how badly you want me.” He slid his hand down the front of Ferron’s doublet to grope at him, wringing another low moan from his father as Talis rubbed over his already-hard cock through his clothes. Ferron wasn’t wearing a codpiece today, so only layers of cloth separated that hard hotness from Talis’ caress.
“S-son… I don’t… Oh, goddess.”
Talis slid off of Ferron’s lap to kneel on the floor in front of him. He nudged Ferron’s knees apart to sit between them. Ferron made an inarticulate sound of confused protest, but didn’t resist. Talis pulled the hem of Ferron’s doublet up, and undid the ties that held his breeches closed. Then he undid Ferron’s undershorts as well, and tugged those down just far enough to pull his cock out.
“Talis… Son, what are you doing?”
Talis leaned in and drew his tongue up the length of Ferron’s shaft, wringing a strangled moan from his father. “You know what I’m doing,” he said, then repeated the action.
“Ah… N-no…” Ferron didn’t quite seem ready to give up his protests, but he still made no move to stop Talis, so Talis took the head of Ferron’s cock into his mouth and began to sink down on it.
Ferron moaned, his fingers digging into the couch’s fabric beside him, his head tipping back. Talis kept going until he’d taken every inch of Ferron’s cock down his throat, which made Ferron moan again. Talis stayed down for a while, his tongue working the hot, hard length of it, his throat swallowing around the tip.
“Oh, goddess, Son… Oh, yes,” groaned Ferron, and put one hand to the back of Talis’ head.
Talis hummed in pleasure as he slowly pulled back, then dove back down eagerly. He always loved sucking cock, there was just something about it, and the extra taboo charge of knowing it was his father’s cock only added to his enjoyment. He could tell that his own cock was hard, but for now he concentrated on Ferron, bobbing his head and working his tongue along it, seeking to bring his father as much pleasure as he could.
“Thrice, how are you so good at that?” Ferron shuddered, breathing fast, his fingers twisting and clenching in Talis’ hair.
Talis didn’t answer, he was in no mood to halt what he was doing. He only moved faster, diving all the way down with each stroke, staying down just long enough to let his throat squeeze around Ferron’s cock, then pulling back to tongue at the head of it.
“Ah… Oh, goddess… Oh, thrice… Oh Talis, Son… Ah!”
Talis went down deep as Ferron began to come, keeping his tongue working along his father’s cock until he’d gotten every drop of thick, hot, bitter-salt cum. He pulled back and swallowed, then rose and immediately pressed a hard, intense kiss on Ferron. Ferron, panting fast, let out a helpless moan and kissed back.
When Talis broke from the kiss he said softly, “You taste yourself on me, don’t you? Taste the way your own son has had your seed. You like that, don’t you, Father?”
Ferron shuddered. “Yes…”
“Would you like to taste mine, Father?”
Ferron’s eyes went wide again and he swallowed. “Y-yes.”
Talis stepped back and pulled his tunic off. He saw Ferron’s expression sober for a moment, his eyes lingering on the golden, tattoo-like mark of the land, rule, but then he rose as well and started shedding his layers of clothing.
Talis only had his thong to remove, and then he climbed into the big bed. When Ferron was nude he climbed in as well, and Talis pulled the cords holding the curtains back, shutting them into a small, private space together. Then he stretched out on his back. He saw Ferron’s eyes flick to the land-rule mark again, and Talis frowned. Getting fixated on that would definitely ruin the king’s mood.
“Father, your eyes should be right here, I think,” said Talis, running his hand up his erect cock.
That was all it took, Ferron’s eyes immediately snapping to Talis’ hard member. He licked his lips and moved to kneel between Talis’ legs. Talis grinned. “That’s right. This is exactly what you want, isn’t it? Your own son’s cock?”
“Goddess thrice damn me,” said Ferron, breathlessly. Then he bent and lapped at Talis.
Talis let out a sigh of pleasure. He didn’t normally enjoy taking control like this, but urging Ferron into the taboo kink they both shared was somehow irresistible.
Ferron settled more firmly between Talis’ legs and took the head of Talis’ cock into his mouth. Talis immediately put his hand on the back of Ferron’s head, grabbing a handful of his shoulder-length hair. Ferron drew in a sharp breath through his nose, but didn’t pull back. In fact as Talis gently pushed down, he responded willingly, sinking down further.
Talis brought up his other hand to grip Ferron’s hair too, giving only the gentlest guidance for now, as Ferron moved up and down on his cock. His father obviously knew what he was doing, for Talis couldn’t help another moan of pure pleasure. It felt wonderful. “Yes… Oh, Father… Ah…”
Ferron let out a muffled moan and worked faster, bobbing his head rapidly. Talis groaned. Goddess, he was so close. He tightened his grip on Ferron’s hair, and next time Ferron went down Talis held him there, not letting him up. Ferron made a faint, choked sound, but didn’t fight. He kept working on Talis’ cock with throat and tongue, even, still apparently eager to make his son come.
As Talis tensed, on the very edge, he had a flash of bizarre realization. He was holding down the king of all Etruvia on his cock right now. It was strange and unreal, yet it was real, and he came almost immediately, pleasure erupting into orgasm, his cock twitching as it pumped hot seed into Ferron’s mouth.
Talis could feel the shudder that went through Ferron, and he gave a twitch as if to pull back, but when Talis kept holding him down he didn’t fight, he stayed, taking all of Talis’ load into his mouth.
It was only when Talis was utterly spent that he let go, letting his father pull off of his cock.
Ferron gave a shudder as he swallowed, then rested his head against Talis’ thigh, panting hard, his body trembling. Talis started to feel a flicker of worry where the butterflies had been. Had he gone too far? “Father? Ferron? Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.” It was a barely-coherent mumble, but Ferron sounded blissful, not upset, so Talis relaxed, letting his eyes close and simply basking in the post-orgasmic glow that washed through him. After a moment, as Ferron’s rapid panting slowed, Talis again worked his fingers through Ferron’s hair, but gently this time, and only to urge him upward. Ferron rose, and seemed content enough to lie alongside Talis. Indeed after a moment he put his arms around Talis and pulled him in close, the two cuddling together.
They were both silent for a long time. Finally Ferron sighed and said, “I should probably not have enjoyed that as much as I did.”
Talis gave a shrug. “Maybe not. I’m glad you did, though. I… I don’t know. It’s my job to make people feel good. But you in particular…” Talis sighed himself. “You don’t really feel like my father. I don’t think you feel like a lover, either. But I feel closer to you than to someone who’s merely a customer. I want you to feel good, to be happy. To rule well, too, but…to be happy.”
“Do I deserve happiness, when I’ve ruled so badly? When I’ve… When I’ve let your mother die alone?” Ferron sounded deeply sad.
Talis felt a certain melancholy himself. But he hardly recalled his mother, and he didn’t want to let that sadness go unanswered. “You’re trying—succeeding—at doing better now. That counts for something. So I think so, yes.”
Ferron only sighed again. Talis turned to him and slid his arms around Ferron, holding him in a tight embrace.
“I suppose I should go soon,” said Ferron.
“If you like. The place will be closing shortly, though, so it’s not as though you need to vacate the room for another customer. I can tell the cleaners when they get here that you’re staying. It’s not usual policy, but I think they’ll make an exception.”
“I’m trying to not use royal prerogative like that,” said Ferron, sounding uncomfortable.
Talis chuckled. “Not for you, for me. I’m on good terms with the cleaning staff, I leave things neater than some.”
“Oh.”
“Iarun will know what to assume when he’s told I’m staying the night with a masked guest,” said Talis with a smile. “He won’t mind. So as long as the queen doesn’t either…”
“No, she’ll probably be at her lady-love’s till noon.”
“Then stay. Please.”
“I… Very well. Thank you.”
True to his word Talis saw to tidying up, including cleaning at the washbasin and giving Ferron a damp cloth to do the same. He also peered out the door and flagged down a cleaner to tell him that this room was going to be occupied all night, if he didn’t mind. As Talis had hoped he didn’t, and even said he’d run up and tell Iarun where Talis would be.
Then Talis put out the lamps save for one small one, necessary in the windowless room, and climbed into the bed, closing the curtains behind him again.
Ferron was beneath the blankets already, looking tired. Talis climbed in with him and sighed happily as Ferron pulled him in to a tight embrace, spooning around Talis. “Thank you,” said Ferron softly, his head nuzzled against the back of Talis’ neck, breath warm there.
“You are more than welcome,” said Talis.
“Do you… Do you really think this is okay, you and me? What we just did?” Ferron sounded suddenly fragile, almost afraid.
“In my lowest moments I fear it’s not. But… I think it is, yes. I, well…” Talis almost didn’t say it, maybe it would be too cruel to say. But finally he did. “The land-rule mark hasn’t faded a whit tonight. If this were against the goddess’ will, if this were evil, it would have. It’s strange, and maybe it’s not precisely good either, but… I really do think it’s okay, yes.”
Ferron sighed, but his arms tightened around Talis. “Thank you,” he said softly again. Then he was silent, and Talis could feel him relaxing, his breath slowing. Talis relaxed too, resting contentedly in the arms of the man who was his father, his descendant, his student at times even, but whatever they were to each other, in this moment they were close as lovers, together in the warm dark.