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Solus Zos Galvus, the founding father of the Garlean empire, had handed the reins over to his beloved grandson Varis but 7 summers ago. Meanwhile, after the death of his corporeal form, Solus (paraded around by Emet-Selch) resorted to simply being a spectator of his empire. He wanted to ensure that his grand scheme was going into fruition, to sow the seeds of chaos - for his military nation to conquer all. One thing that spectating had taught him was that his grandson was a failure. When it came down to ruling an empire, he was incompetent. He was truly disappointed with him as well as his great grandson for that matter. His sole hope was that he could leave this star knowing that Garlemald was in safe hands and this hope had been shattered as he even watched his great grandson with disappointed eyes. A boy that grew up to be an unruly, selfish man. Solus shook his head slowly at the thought.
Today he lingered in the shadows deep in thought. His world might never be the same again. Everything he had ever known and loved was long gone and had no way of coming back, no thanks to Varis and Zenos. They were useless, he thought. Good for nothing. But surely everyone is good for something....
He saw them through the palace walls, in some form of official meeting judging by the setting. There were approximately 10 Garleans around a lengthy table, all men of a large stature and high-grade military armour. However, Solus could easily spot his predecessors from the crowd. They were men of distinctive features. Nobody could mistake their stunning golden locks, fluttering eyelashes and hypnotising eyes. He shuffled in the shadows, his fur-lined coat becoming a hindrance as he felt himself break a sweat at the sight before him. The one good thing they inherited was his late-wife's looks.... and he intended on making good use of that.
Later on that evening, after both Varis and son had returned to their respective quarters, Solus decided to make a trip, visiting Varis firstly. Twas a common occurrence for the ascian to make himself known to the current emperor, much to the younger man's annoyance. He never expected a warm welcome having bore witness to his grandson spitting on his place of rest, and he never received one. This time was much the same. He appeared through his portal in the far corner of the room, directly opposite the bed which Varis himself was perched upon the edge of, still wearing the bulk of his armour but in the process of removing his greaves. He glared through the corner of his eye.
"Ascian." Varis growled without even lifting his head to meet Solus' gaze.
"Now now, that's no way to greet your grandsire." Solus waved his hand above his head in dismissal to Varis' tone.
There was no immediate reply and so Solus advanced towards the younger as he continued to rid of his armour.
"Not a single step more." Varis warned as he set his greaves down and glared at the man.
The ascian's reply was to simply cackle wildly, he flung his arms around like a madman as a whirl of black and purple began to fill the air around him. Then with one fell swoop of his arm, the black tendrils flung from the depths and coiled tightly around each of his grandson's appendages. His legs were pinned first as the other tendrils reached from behind to pull Varis' arms up. There was attempts at protest as he flailed his torso but the coiled aether was too tight and sucked every bit of control out of the current emperor. The strength of them being enough to throw the 8 fulm man back onto the bed and hold him there kicking and screaming with his hands spread above his head and legs almost touching the bedposts in front of him. Obscenities were thrown a plenty out of Varis' mouth which spurred the other on to keep chuckling in his glory.
"You MADMAN! What do you think you're doing to me!"
With a sigh from the still-smirking ascian, a click of the fingers sent him a portal and he stepped gracefully into it with the destination being Zenos' quarters.
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The air in Zenos' room sat a lot more relaxed than the former. It was lit by gentle candlelight that flickered ever so slightly as a portal formed by the entrance. Zenos sat on the farthest end of the left wall upon a wooden chair pushed into a very crowded desk. Upon it were piles of books, some open and some with many a bookmark sticking out of them. Another had a head of silken gold resting soundly upon it, open eyes that stared blankly into nothingness. They did not react upon seeing the portal open. Out stepped the man's great grandsire, a smug look covering his face as he strutted forward to greet him.
"Hello, boy!"
"I had not received missive of your presence in the palace today, sir." Zenos exchanging regards with a rather indifferent expression upon his face, though clearly having retained his early-learned formalities.
Solus' presence was a common one throughout the entirety of Zenos' childhood as the call of duty ensured his father's absence, hence the lack of alarm caused compared to the visitation with said father. Zenos instead allowed his great grandfather to approach and stood up from his desk to speak. However, Solus resorted not to speech but decided to immediately close the contact between the two, placing each of his hands gently against the side of the larger man's biceps, stroking with affection. The Prince pinched his lips at this sudden gesture and pat the smaller frame as though to reciprocate the affection but in an uncomfortable way.
"Be a good boy for me, will you? The orders are simple, really. I'm going to treat your father and you today just as a loving family member should." Solus gave the demands in a way the boy would understand. He was bred a military boy and took his role as legatus very seriously. Any orders given from higher up, he took and delivered.
"Yes." was the answer.
And quick enough, Zenos strode through the portal behind his great grandfather and found foot in his father's quarters. Immediate alarm struck at the sight of his father contained and bound to the bedposts. He went to shout out but Solus' hand raised to shush the man. There would be no questions asked. Removing his robe as he sauntered over to Varis, the former emperor smirked and stopped just beside the bed. Zenos remained watching in the far corner.
"You see, your father is not as obedient as you and this is where it got him. And not another word...." he snapped his fingers and summoned a thick band of leather with a well designed buckle on one side. He had clearly come up with this design before. "....will be said in protest of my ministrations." In one quick movement, Solus pushed the band between the jaws of the man beneath him and fastened it behind his head. Varis thrashed and a pathetic noise came from the back of his throat. He could not form words and it added to the frustrations of being out of control. His efforts in releasing the restraints did not wane and he continued through the minutes even as his predecessor removed his own undershirt and unbuckled his trousers. Zenos was unfazed. He stood in the corner having not moved an ilm whilst this had happened. He had seen much having spent the entirety of his childhood within the palace walls. He had bore witness to the emperor bedding maidens as he snuck through the corridors and peered through doors. He had questioned the man on many occasions and received a demonstration of such events from him when he was of just 10 summers. The visits to his great grandfather often ended in situations like these so the man now stood desensitised and almost willing to participate. His father was never there. He never saw the man with maidens nor shared a moment with him himself. He was confused as to why he'd react this way.
By the time Solus had got down to his smallclothes, the man upon the bed had almost exhausted himself in protests of screaming and thrashing. He now lay still, eyes closed as to not see the events unfolding in front of him. A touch upon his navel sent his eyes flying open, only to reveal a well-built yet smaller frame before him, tight brown smallclothes tented from his arousal. He was unbuckling Varis' armour with caution. First came the chest plate which the smaller man climbed on the bed for. He reached over the massive body beneath him and threw off the pauldrons with a clang. His erection was brushing the man's waist, taking the armour off becoming more difficult as he shook with pleasure. It took a lot of restraint not to let loose and rut against the man here and now. He got off the bed and threw the other pauldron off. The chest plate was removed and he began on the lower half, his prize.
"Zenos, why don't you come over here and help your old man out? Besides, we wouldn't want you missing out on any fun now, would we?" Solus called out to the prince, who now made his way over to the bed still wearing the look of disinterest upon his face. Varis turned his head away in embarrassment as his son looked on at his half-naked form. Expecting a slow burn, he jolted immediately from the snap of fingers above him. The trousers he wore were off in an instant and he thrashed at the restraints in an attempt to cover himself. His great-grandfather cooed and brushed his hand across the stern lines of the emperor's face. He wanted this to be enjoyable, a moment treasured as family just as he taught Zenos all those years back. A scowl is all he got in return, however.
Feeling rather overdressed in this scenario, Zenos decided to undress himself. His clothes were left in a neat pile at the bottom of the bed. Solus returned the favour in a simple click of his fingers. The undergarments he had left on disappeared and the three were completely exposed in front of each other. It was an intimate scene and the elder of the three initiated the act when he took his great-grandson in an embrace. It was a well rehearsed embrace with Zenos' arms upon Solus' shoulders, the smaller hands gripping at Zenos' slender waist. The prince ducked his head and placed a gentle kiss upon his great-grandsire's lips which eagerly opened, inviting the two tongues to a dance. They elegantly brushed against each other and soon enough Solus pulled away as he felt the huge length of the prince begging for attention between them. He took his hands and wrapped them both tightly around the rigid girth. Both the men smiled as he admired the length.
"Let us see where you got such qualities from, boy."
Solus approached the end of the bed and perched himself on both his knees between the lower of the aether tendrils. He ducked his head down between his grandson's legs and begun licking at the flaccid member that rested there. His warm tongue started at the base of his cock, gently brushing past the balls and up the shaft until swirling over the bright red tip of Varis' dick. It earned a grunt from the emperor and he repeated his ministrations as the length got harder and longer beneath his tongue. It throbbed against Varis' stomach as Solus removed his tongue. He gripped hard at the base of Varis' cock as he studied it. The man shuddered and a little bead of precum rose from the slit. This impressed his grandsire who immediately bent down to lap it up. Not a drop was to go to waste. He removed himself from the bed, happy in what he got done. He grabbed Zenos' hand as encouragement and led him to the bed.
"Seems father is as well endowed as I."
"Yes, yes. Now I think you two should compare."
Solus clearly knew what he wanted out of today, though Zenos did not quite understand the instructions.
With a squelch and a slither, the restraints formerly keeping the emperor on the bed disappeared into darkness leaving the man free to move as he wanted. He immediately sat up and scowled at the ascian.
"I want to get this over with." Varis growled through gritted teeth.
"Then simply comply and it will all be over as quick as it started." Solus replied, rolling his eyes and waving his hand above his head.
With this, Zenos moved atop the bed to get things going. He placed his head upon the pillows and lay on his back, legs spread flat on the bed for comfort. His father looked disappointed with him as he was wont to do but took his place straddling his son's legs. His cock lay heavy between them, still swollen and needy. He gripped the base with his hand and manoeuvred himself so he could line his length up with his son's. Zenos looked up and smiled thinly at his father who lifted his hard length from his stomach and gripped them together with his two giant hands.
Solus watched on beside them, he watched with intrigue at their actions and stroked his own length as he did so. His heirs were of impressive size, their cocks easily over flowing two giant, Garlean hands. He leaned back against the table to watch, removing his hand from between his legs as to not get overly excited.
Zenos now had his eyes shut tight, his head back against the pillow as he blushed in pleasure. His father's hands stroked their cocks together. He could feel the hardness of the other cock pressing into his. Varis let go of Zenos and started to grind down onto him, his rigid cock rubbing every inch of Zenos' length. Each grind of his hips rubbed the sensitive underside of both their cocks, their tips rubbing and slathering their mixture of precum down their slits. It was a debauched sound to hear the two men moan in unison with every movement and the wet, slick sound of their joining as they leaked with arousal.
The show of pleasure was enough to get Solus weak at his knees. He grabbed the chair from under Varis' desk and sat upon it, spreading his legs wide and taking his cock in hand. He stroked slowly, from the base to the tip with a tight grip. He mimicked the strokes that the men took on the bed, each grind of their hips against each other earning a stroke upon his member. He brushed the palm of his hand over his swollen cock head to spread the wetness all over himself. He stroked with ease as the men continued.
"Nghh... ahh. Father. Please." Zenos pleaded as his father's pace quickened. He was painfully close just from the onslaught of friction his father was giving him.
Hearing Zenos' begs for release got Varis' cock throbbing hard between them. He propped his knees up a little higher and ground down onto Zenos, the tip of his cock rubbing hard and fast against his son's slit. The prince's eyes shot open as he blushed hard. The growing heat in his stomach shot down into his groin and he gripped the bedsheets into his fists as he screamed out loud.
"FATHER! Father I'm- " Zenos followed up with a deep growl as his chest got splattered with cum. His swollen, red cock throbbed up against Varis' and spurted his hot seed all over his stomach and dribbled down onto his father's length. His orgasm sending the emperor over the edge and he came immediately after. He grunted and moaned as he drew out his high, painting his son's chest white. He rubbed their two arousals together, basking in the afterglow as they slicked each other up.
Meanwhile, Solus sat in his chair with flushed cheeks and a smirk that never ended. He had bound the base of his cock with aether. Seeing the prince and his father at work almost had him cumming in an instant and he had other plans than to let his royal seed waste away to his hand. He got up from the chair and moved to join the men upon the plush mattress. He gently nudged at Varis who was politely sat upon his heels and shuffled to make room for his grandsire. Laying between them still was Zenos who was panting heavily, his wet cock softening against his thigh.
"As you can see, I am not done here." Solus exclaimed.
"Flip over, boy." He grabbed weakly at the thin waist of his great-grandson and pulled to flip him onto his stomach. The prince complied and flipped himself over to lay face down with his juicy rear end slightly raised to show off to the ascian. The man behind him lifted his hand and placed a quick but firm slap upon Zenos' right buttock, a burning red handprint left upon the pale flesh. The boy cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure both. He buried his face into the pillow to muffle himself. It embarrassed him to have his father witness him as such.
The emperor went to question his grandsire but instead the ascian grabbed hold of the cum-covered cock laying flaccid between Varis' legs and gathered the slick all over himself. He wiped it all over the tip of his rigid length and rubbed down his foreskin, slicking himself up all the way. After sufficiently covering himself, Solus gripped hard at his great-grandson's plump ass cheeks and spread to reveal the tightly puckered hole between them. Holding the cheeks apart with one hand, he pointed the other in the direction of the emperor. What he was to do with it was implicit. Giving his predecessor a glare, Varis dipped his head and spat on the finger. He brought his tongue up to it and made a display of himself, swirling around elegantly, lightly brushing the tip of the finger with the flat of his tongue. Solus' eyes rolled back and he removed the finger. No point getting too worked up yet, he thought to himself. He rubbed Zenos' tight rim all over with his father's saliva, slicking all around and pushing gently to get inside. His finger slipped in with ease, both the wetness and previous encounters helping with the preparation. Knowing the prince would be fine, he slowly removed his finger and lined up his cock at the entrance. Leaning forward slightly, he let gravity guide him in and soon the boy relaxed and the head of Solus' cock had breached him.
"Just a bit more. Relax now for your great- grandsire and you'll get your pleasure soon enough." he reassured as he heard Zenos whine beneath him. He was of twenty six summers now but the ascian still saw him as just a weak and innocent little mortal. After several pats on his back and shallow thrusts in, he bottomed out and Zenos could feel his balls resting low against his own.
"Just... do it." He growled from within the pillow and that was enough to send Solus off. He set a steady pace thrusting in and out of Zenos' hole, stroking from his tip to the base deep inside the boy and rocking his body each time. His hands found purchase on the muscular back of his great-grandson and he straightened his legs to push deep into him. The tip of his cock angled to brush deep against the man's sweet spots. Zenos was hard again. The cruel thrusts bruising his prostate send shocks through his cock and he was hard and begging again as his swell rubbed between his mattress and body. Each rock of Solus' hips ground his cock against the bed and hit every spot inside him simultaneously. He was close again and he knew that his great-grandsire knew that too. The man above him let out a cry of pleasure. Zenos' walls had clamped down on him as the boy's orgasm overtook. His cock was being caressed all over and it didn't take long for him to soon follow. He released the aether binding and shot his hot load deep inside Zenos' tight ass hole, cum seeping out onto the prince's thighs as he struggled to contain the amount being pumped into him. He felt so full and bloated, Solus pulling out giving some relief as the cock left him with a squelch, the royal seed dripping out onto the bed below him. His torso lay heavy into the soaked mattress that was saturated with his second spend.
Getting up from the bed, Solus made quick work of cleaning himself up. His boundless levels of aether seeing to his cleansing and dressing and he was ready to teleport away back into the shadows. He bid Zenos goodbye with a pat on his back and shot his grandson a glare before exiting in a whirling black portal. Varis got up from the bed immediately after and paused for but a second whilst looking at his son.
"You've half an hour, legatus" he ordered, treating his son like nothing more than a comrade at arms. He gathered his undergarments and headed for the washroom adjacent to his bedroom. The armour could wait for now.
And so Zenos rested. The men had drained him for another day and he slept soundly for the half an hour he was afforded, dreaming of the day his family will invite him over next.