The Royal Consort

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Prince Edwards' space yacht was the new pride of the British Space Fleet. Able to carry a hundred passengers in addition to her thirty-five crewmen, she was not only space-worthy and well-armed (in the unlikely event that someone would actually get around to inventing space pirates), she was graceful with fluid lines that were diminished in only one way. A prince's nuptial carriage should have been coated in silver and gold, but in space, those metals would be far too conductive to heat to permit their use. The lack was made up in the interior, the prince and his company ate from plates and dishes of solid gold with silverware made of, well, silver. Every metal object within the entire vessel was gold and/or silver plated with decorations by the Commonwealth's greatest artists, who had worked in concert to create scenes of beauty and fantasy. Indeed, a person walking down a corridor felt that he was not only traveling through interstellar space, but indeed had already been transported to a realm of magic and whimsy. Among these magical compartments, the Prince and his entourage of friends and retainers drank the finest wines and nibbled at the most delectable of appetizers, while discussing matters that were as fanciful as their surroundings.

Even so, as the trip progressed, the Prince's marriage upon his arrival began to dominate their conversations. "This is going to push the British Empire into the very forefront of Earth's expansion into the cosmos." one enthused. "To have a member of the Royal Family married to the Crown Prince of Xelthorn is guaranteed to give England the first chance at the best star systems."

"Assuming the Xelthornians are willing to share them." another interjected.

The Prince gently reproved the answerer. "They are the Billerii." he responded. "To call them 'Xelthornians' is like calling us 'Solarians.' Quite inappropriate. Quite."

"The Billerii, then." the man went on. "Double planets in the habitable band are rare enough that I doubt they'll want to share them overmuch."

"But the Billerii worlds are outwards from Galactic Center from us." the Prince went on. "A simple drawing of boundaries halfway between our systems will certainly give us the upper hand. I suspect they'll want to draw them differently for that very reason. Intelligent species are rare enough, there'll be worlds to spare without dispute, I feel certain."

"And if not, you'll be there to tickle your husband into agreeing." Charles, the Prince's best friend, added. "A few bed calisthenics and he'll be ready to give you the keys to his kingdom."

The assemblage laughed. It was somewhat of an embarrassment that the Billerii had insisted upon the King's second son, Prince Edward, instead of one of his three still-unattached sisters for the marriage ceremony. There was a secret about the Billerii that Humanity had yet to learn. So far, they had met nothing but the males of their species. And the marriage didn't promise that they'd see one there, either.

For himself, the Prince only shrugged. "The British Empire legalized marriage between men two centuries ago. It's well time that a member of the Royal Family put its own stamp of approval on the unions."

"So you're ready to take a bullet for the Empire." Charles joked with him. They'd been lifelong friends, so he was able to get away with more than most, and the company was all favorites of the Prince.

The Prince shrugged. "I am to be married to the Crown Prince. Unless they pull a female or two out of the woodwork for us after the marriage, I suppose that I shall."

"A consummation is required by law." Charles said more sympathetically.

"Then I shall do my best to be a credit to the Empire." the Prince told him.

Charles raised his glass and he and the Prince clinked their glasses in a silent toast. Overall, that was the best response he could have given.

They embarked on Xelthorn VI in a grand procession. As with the yacht, no expense had been spared, the members of the royal entourage were arrayed in crisp, clean uniforms, the Prince wearing his same as the rest, only his position told his importance. But around them were flowers and feathers and banners of all the colors of the realm, borne by the lesser members and the crew, who had been called into this duty, to make the procession grand.

The Billerii watched all this with an air that the Prince took a while to understand. They had no equivalent gathering, no crowds were present to watch their embarkment. True, a few camera crews (he assumed that was recording equipment trained on them, alien in design but, like the Billerii, form follows function, and it took lenses to capture detail from images over even a short distance. At a safe distance from the landing zone, the Billerii royal reception party waited.

In the same way as the Billerii cameras were much like Humanity's, the Billerii were nearly identical to Humanity in shape and proportions, a bit taller and stronger (their world's gravity was 1.15 that of Earth, a fifteen percent increase, which explained that), their faces held the same sensory organs as a man's though in slightly different shape and size. The eyes were smaller and held larger pupils, the nose was smaller and made only a small bulge in the middle of the face, the mouth had four lips rather than two, which closed around a common center, making a "plus" sign of sorts. Their tongues were longer and more agile, their ears were smaller but more acoustically perfect than human's, their arms were stronger in the forearms than the upper arms as with men but the fingers were smaller and shorter....let it be said that the Billerii were humanoid but not human, you might mistake one for the other in near-darkness, but with any sort of light to aid your vision, you could tell them apart easily.

With no cheering crowds, the procession stayed firm in its duty and with all grandeur intact as much as it can be to an invisible audience, the Prince strode up and met the Council. He was introduced around and tried to remember all their names, but noted an obvious absence.

"And where is my betrothed?" He asked.

"We do not understand that word."

The Prince tried again. "Where is Crown Prince Matterii?"

"He awaits you in his chamber."

"Could he not meet me here?" the Prince was rather offended at this. Surely the Billerii understood that royalty deserves to be met by royalty! "I expected to be introduced to him here."

"That won't be necessary." was the answer. And the speaker then had the infernal gall to move away. "We will escort you to your quarters now. We will have the marriage in three days' time if that is acceptable."

The Prince bit back his anger. "That will be fine, I am sure."

And that was his sole contact with the Council.

Back at the Palace, the Billerii had built quarters more than acceptable, and the yacht's supplies were placed at their disposal without inspection of any kind. But beyond that, they were left completely alone. Not even a reception that evening!

His entourage complained, and well they should. But the Prince, though he was as offended by the ill grace with which his company had been welcomed as the rest, kept soothing them all down. "These people have their own rituals and customs. This may be their way of showing us the greatest of respect. We shall assume that, until we have clear evidence that it is disrespect we are being shown. And then..." the Prince took a deep breath. "...then we shall continue to deal with it with as much grace as we can until we can remedy it."

And that was how it went until they came to get him for the ceremony.

The disrespect (if that was what it was) continued. Only the Prince was permitted to go with the two burly men who were dressed in uniforms he had come to learn were common Guardsmen. Not even officers to flank him while he went to meet his fiance!

They took him away from the beautiful gardens and fountains and small out-buildings to a row of houses that were at once old, unkempt and strong. Inside, the Prince heard growls and sounds that told him a horrible story. "Is this an insane asylum?" he dared asked.

The Guardsmen were shocked. "No, no, not at all!"

"I was told I was to be taken to meet my husband-to-be." He said. "Take me to him at once."

"That is what we are doing, Your Highness." the Guardsmen said.

"He is here?" the Prince asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Then why am I among all these poor, deranged Billerii?"

"They are not deranged."

"Then why are they confined here and why are they screaming in such ways?"

The Guardsmen looked at the Prince as if he were the one who was deranged. "They are of that age." one explained as if to a child. "When our race reaches a certain age, they enter maturity and the hormonal changes are sudden enough to drive our members temporarily dangerous to themselves and others. So we confine them until they can overcome it."

"And the Crown Prince is at this age? Then why is our marriage to take place now?"

Again the look of disbelief. "How else can you form the bond without being matched now?" he asked in turn.

The Prince gulped hard. "So I am to be placed with the Crown Prince while he is still maddened with his change of life?"

"Of course."

"And am I in danger from this?"

"Not if you form the bond."

The Prince swallowed hard. "And how do I form this bond?"

"You get in the cell with him." And with that the Guardsmen turned away to work the lock of one of the cells. The Prince would have spoken more but what they did killed any questions in his throat.

First the door was unlocked, and then the two of them braced the still-closed door. A solid thump shook the frame hard and then the men moved swiftly, one opened the door while another put in the lance he had been carrying, he used it as a prod, and a loud electrical "zap" sound struck and won a snarl from the occupant.

The first guard grabbed the Prince and shoved him hard inside the cell and then it was closed behind him and there was the sound of the lock being turned. Locked in with the Crown Prince!

His Highness was crouched down in a corner of the cell after being shocked hard as he had, whimpering in pain but as he saw his new roommate, he rose to his feet and advanced.

Prince Edward had three impressions in quick order. First, the Crown Prince was a majestic specimen of manliness in his human-centric eyes, being six foot six, massive and muscled, with regular facial features approximating that of a handsome human male. Second, the Billerii believed in keeping their captives clean, his body wasn't filthy in any wise. And third, His Royal Highness had a rather prominent erection and it was huge!

Prince Edward's first impulse was to flee, and he might have tried even within the small confines of this cell. But his second thought overrode this. He'd not been put in here unpurposefully, he had to "bond with" this Crown Prince. He would not be in danger if he formed this bond.

And given the erection on this stud, the way to form this bond was obvious, especially since this was a hormonal frenzy brought on by sexual maturity. As they say, when it's inevitable, lie back and try to enjoy it.

He started to remove his lower clothing but the Crown Prince reached him before he was well begun. The large hands gripped his clothing and tore it from his body, his opening of his fasteners kept it from being painful or damaging, the rough treatment bowled him over onto his back at first, but then he was stripped like an infant on a changing bed. He had donned slip-on shoes over his hose, they fell from his feet at the same time and he was now naked below the waist, his underwear having taken most of the tearing at those powerful hands.

The Crown Prince above him and between his legs bore a strong resemblance to a horny gorilla. And the jab at his bowels with that organ was pretty much what a horny gorilla would have done.

Prince Edward hadn't lied before about being ready to take another man for a lover. What he hadn't told anyone was that he had arranged a careful defloration of his anal cherry back on Earth. His retainers had found for him a rather formidable stud named Hercule and he had earned his given name quite honestly. The Prince had had to eat off the mantelpiece after the first few visits, but toward the end, had begun to look forward to Hercule's visits.

So he was as prepared as any man can be to take a huge hard cock up his bum. The Crown Prince stabbed at him and the Prince hastily shifted his buttocks to permit entrance before the Crown Prince tore him a new hole, and the glans was plugged into him with that first stab. The Crown Prince stabbed again and now the cock was shoved into him several inches deep.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Prince Edward groaned. He felt like cursing, but a royal prince learned to foreswear swearing at a tender age. One never knew when a recorder would capture your voice and it would be spread about the aether most inappropriately. "Easy, now, easy, I'm all yours, but take it easy."

His entreaties were of course ignored, and Prince Edward groaned as the enormous dong was sent in and out of his anus hard and fast. The Crown Prince grunted like a beast, and moved his hips so that Prince Edward found himself nearly folded double. This put his ass as the highest point of his body, and the Crown Prince raised upon onto his toes and rested his body's weight on Prince Edward's ass and with his hands holding onto Prince Edward's back, began to hump his betrothed fellow royal hard.

Prince Edward moaned as his ass was pounded raw by the huge dong. "I sure...hope you...bond with...one fuck!" He gasped as he was rammed. "I don't...think I...can keep...this up...for long!"

The Crown Prince didn't heed him, but soon after that, he grunted heavily and then rammed his dong in deep, howling, and blew a heavy load into Prince Edward's ass. Prince Edward heaved a sigh of relief at the explosion, and looked up as the Crown Prince's face, flushed with exertion and passion, mouth open and breathing hot air into Prince Edward's face, closed his eyes and rolled off of the Prince and onto his back, and panted quietly, his desire satiated.

For now. Prince Edward sat up, wincing at the pain in his ass, and regarded the situation. Either he came up with a gentler way for the two of them to control these bestial urges, or he'd be so much hamburger meat within a week.

The Crown Prince looked over at him and the mouth formed words. "Ekto merri meetoe dekana desulta gannari?"

A question, but not in English. Prince Edward had been told that the Crown Prince would be fluent in English. So he answered in hopes the Crown Prince would understand him. "Yes, I'm all right. A bit battered, but all right."

The Crown Prince reached a feeble hand over to pat Prince Edward's side. "Meetoe immina kalanna exemino."

Prince Edward decided to treat that as an apology. "It's all right. You were all worked up. But that's all right. I'm here, now. You don't have to do without any longer."

The Crown Prince relaxed and in that, Prince Edward saw his solution.

He reached over and grasped the now-flaccid dong. "Rest a while, and we'll go again." he said, keeping his hold.

Perhaps a half hour later, he felt the cock hardening in his hand. Prepared for this, he smiled at the Crown Prince, then scooted down and scarfed the hardening dong into his mouth. As it stiffened, he began to move up and down, sucking the prick with all the enthusiasm he could muster.

The Crown Prince let him do this, all the way up until he blew another load right into the Prince's mouth. Prince Edward shuddered briefly, steeled his resolve, and began to drink it down, he didn't dare let go until this huge stud was drained again.

This formed his ritual over the next few days. He kept careful monitoring of the Crown Prince and pre-empted the sexual frenzy, stopped it aborning. He only slipped twice, both times due to sleep, he would awaken to find the Crown Prince climbing on him and shoving it into his ass yet again. This kept his butt sore, but even so, none of these were on the level of the first brutal fuck.

He lost all track of time but it wasn't too huge a gap of time before the Crown Prince began to communicate with him in English and then he had company. He still had to be ready to take a cock at the drop of a hint, but he learned about his new world and his new people.

It was perhaps a week when the jailers came to the cell and ushered him and his new husband out. Both were bathed and dressed and from there, he went to a proper ceremony where the Billerii, now in an aura of acceptance and festivity, married the two in holy matrimony.

A part of that showed Prince Edward a Billerii female. The females were non-sentient, about the size and intellect of a smart dog, and they would keep this being safe until they were ready to have children. Then medics would assist them in injecting their sperm into two openings in the female, and she would combine their genetic information with an "egg" in her own body, and the result would be a child of the two males. He was expected to keep the information about the female a State secret and swore he would. He meant it, too, he had to be loyal to this world first and England second, if he was to be a proper Royal Consort.

His own entourage was kept at bay until it was all done, and then were permitted to flock about him. "We were so worried about you, Sire!" one of them gibbered. "We worried so, but they would tell us nothing save that you were alive and well as could be under the circumstances."

"They told it like that, and you can understand it didn't reassure us." Charles declared. "Whatever happened to you during the last week? We must know! We must report it to the King upon our return!"

"I cannot tell you everything, but I will say that on this world, they place the honeymoon before the wedding." Prince Edward said. "I am fair worn out, but truly am well otherwise."

"I see." Charles knew him well enough to ask questions none other could. "And how did you handle this honeymoon of yours, if I may ask?"

"You may." Prince Edward said and sighed. "It was simple, really, I took some very old advice about such things. I closed my eyes and thought of England."

And that was all he ever told anyone about his ordeal.

THE END
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