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General RP A Royal Pain (Knight_of_None)

Kasumi

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Aiden Quill
18
Hair & Eye Color: Brown hair, blue eyes.
Height: 5'6"
Middle Prince to the Kingdom of Anroma
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Family: King, Queen

Brothers:
Name: Luca Quill
Age: 23
Hair & Eye Color: Brown hair, golden eyes.
Height: 5'7"
Eldest, crowned prince to the Kingdom of Anroma
Appearance

Name: Elliot Quill
Age: 8-10
Hair & Eye Color: Brown hair, green eyes
Youngest prince to the Kingdom of Anroma
Appearance

After a tiring day of sitting at his throne, listening to the commoner's many requests and complaints, Aiden was done. He was tired and eager to play. He made plans to disappear for a little, to leave the palace on the hunt for his next victim. An aristocrat would be ideal, yet he was so desperate he would settle for a commoner. Up in his room, he pulled out his black cloak, one he typically used to freely wander about the kingdom grounds without catching anyone's attention. He didn't need a bunch of people climbing over him begging for his aid or whatever ridiculous thing they needed. There was a set time for that and he was through with the day's work!

Ensuring his youngest brother or any servants weren't wandering the halls, Aiden slipped out of his room and down the stairs. He quickly pulled the long cloak on before leaving through a side entrance where guards weren't posted. He took a chance, breathing a sigh of relief when he hadn't been caught. Feeling more confident, he walked on, figuring he could find someone in one of the busy marketplaces.
 
Beckett had always admired his prince, Aiden, the young lord that he was assigned to keep and aid ever since they were born. His family was sworn to the crown in a unique way, not merely bound in divine service to the king and queen, but every child born of the royal line was to be accompanied by a LeFayette, a butler or Maid that was to be an eternal companion and keeper. So intertwined that the growing babies would typically even consider them nearly family. Beckett often would consider the Princes to be his brothers. .well. more so the High Prince and Youngest prince. Aiden was...special. He took special care in his charge, following him closely, monitoring him. His mood, his actions. His sneaky behavior.

The servant even now was close by his prince, seeing through his disguise. He'd creep through the crowd, snatching the prince by the arm and dragging him out of the way from the marketplace paths.
 
The brothers loved Beckett, each in their own little ways. The youngest loved having a fun playmate, another older brother in his mind. The eldest appreciated the help in rounding up his brothers while he was busy learning to take over. Especially... Aiden. The middle prince loved his servant for some special favors he could do for him.

Aiden hungered far too often for things he couldn't have. He needed more, he craved more. More than he thought his servant could provide, hence the middle prince was out and about their kingdom, searching for something to satisfy him.

He thought he had done it, the middle prince scoping things out, his eyes landing on a particular citizen. Blue eyes shone, never leaving his poor victim's sight... Until someone grabbed his arm, the prince yelped in surprise and pulled away.

"Hey! Off!" He called out, turning as he faced the other. His mood turned sour as he realized it was Beckett; he had been caught. "Damn. Go away, please?" He pulled again, hoping to free his arm. If the other was smart, he wouldn't release his hold.

Aiden hoped he would forget and let go. He turned his head, hoping where he stood to find the citizen he had claimed.
 
Beckett was lean, and tall, a red haired young man that was braid into a ponytail at the back, green eyes and a tight face. His eyes were shadowed and he had a small beauty mark on his cheek. He had a adornment of finery, though he was cloaked. The handsome butler frowned to his prince, his gloved hand gripping him tighter rather than releasing him. "My lord...have I failed to feed you?" He said. His eyes were soft....for the moment, but they were hardening with outrage as Aiden looked away. He raised hith off hand, slapping the prince in his left cheek, forcing him back into looking at him. "Clearly I have to remind you, you mustn't leave the castle grounds without me!"

That wasn't expressly true. Aiden shouldn't leave without guard protection and Beckett. Though Aiden didn't know what his butler was capable off in any field but the court...and the lessons.
 
Another yelp escaped the prince's mouth, the younger prince whipping his head back to face his servant. He glared through narrowed eyes, a hint of hunger in them. "What do you think you're doing?" He spat, tugging harder to free his arm. "Need I remind you I'm in charge? Unhand me!" Despite the authoritative tone demanding to be obeyed, he was grinning. "I'm fully capable of being on my own." A lie. His parents preferred it if he was accompanied. Who knows who was lurking around, ready to murder one of the royals, especially their children.

"Leave. I was about to catch my first lay of the evening. Now where was he..." He mumbled, loud enough for Beckett to hear, the prince obviously looking to egg him on. An angry Beckett was a fun one. He satisfied him better when he was pissed.
 
"Now my prince, we both know you are not to be alone. You have no preservation sense." The butler jabbed with a amused smile. If Aiden was left to his own devices, the gods only knew what strangers would be foul him...and if he'd ever think of it as such. His next words however made the butlers smile break. "You little-" Beckett flushed as Aiden spoke of getting laid, his hand slapping his other cheek. A bit harder than before. Beckett felt guilty now...the guilt only manifesting in power and resolve to lay hands on royalty so. It was his fault, he wasn't able to properly attend to his princes needs this morning abd clearly it made his lords body act upon foolish thoughts. "You are Prince Aiden Quill- you do not open your legs and lower yourself upon commoners-" he chastised as he grabbed the princes face . No. His prince opened his legs for him. The butler looked around briefly.
 
"Hmm~?" He mused, knowing exactly what he meant, but chose to play dumb. For all they knew, that commoner he wanted to lay with had planned on hurting him - and not the way any of them would want. Every single time he lay with another, he was putting himself (and his family) at risk. Hell, the entire kingdom would be at risk, all because of his own selfish, foolish actions. His grin widened finding his butler's falter, another yelp forced out of him at the slap. It was harsher this time, butterflies filling the prince's stomach as he was growing excited. "How dare you lay a hand on me," he spoke lowly, warning him.

He laughed, happy to fill in the rest, "Only for you, huh? What a greedy, selfish servant I have." He grabbed for the wrist that held his face, holding it tightly. "Unhand me so I can have some fun. Or, would you prefer doing the honors?" No shit he would. Still, Aiden loved fucking with him. "Bring me back to the palace. Now," he ordered, already knowing what he would pick.
 
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The Butlers green eyes were like emerald daggers of frustration...he shifted his hand, pinching the prince by the ear abd started to pull him, lurchimg him like he was the lords teacher again. "I will teach you-you little brat brother of mine-" he hissed angrily. "You'll have to lay in your belly for the day when I'm done!" He threatened as if he was going to whooping the Princes backside raw.
 
Aiden whined when he was grabbed and dragged away by the ear. He felt like a kid again, getting scolded by the other. "You- Bastard," he cursed. "Yeah? Is that a promise?" Spanking? "No, you better do more than that!" He was taken back inside, the guards finally posted at the door, grinning to themselves seeing such a sight - the middle prince finally getting punished for once. It was a rare sight, all right. "Taking me to your room? Locking me up to punish me?" He tossed some nice ideas out, wanting to fill his servant's mind with some devious thoughts.
 
"Silence-" he snapped back as he listened to his princes ideas, the servant already shedding his cloak and passing it ti the house maids. "Or I will see your mouth given a better duty that babble." He threatened. He pulled the prince forward, thrusting him ahead , the Servant shuffling with a slightly slowed gait. The prince knowing this telltale sign, his servants special rod waking. "I'll cane you with my specter-" He threatened further hauling and pushing him now towards the servants quaters.
 
Aiden couldn't hold back his laugh, the other dragging him up to the first floor. His own bedroom, the blue room, was just past the stairs. The servant's quarters were on the same floor, just further down the hall, all the way at the end. The prince's personal servants roomed there, the other servants lived on the main floor. The king and queen wanted their son's personal servants to be close by, just in case something happened. It was more so due to the queen's urgings, the poor woman worried for their sons.

A little further down the hall, just past Aiden's room, was Elliot's room - the green room. Luca's room was found on the complete other side of the floor, on the other side of the stairs - the gold room. Beckett's room was a few more doors down on Aiden's side, the grey room. The colors came from the wallpaper color, and the accents were similarly colored. The wood flooring had a colored rug, depending on which room they were in. A working desk could be found, allowing the servants a surface to tend to any business side of work. Whatever that may be, Aiden didn't particularly pay any mind to that. He found himself hanging out in Beckett's room plenty while the man worked, reading, or... Hm. Doing something else.

The queen-sized bed was in the middle of the room against the wall. Beckett had plenty of storage options, though he didn't decorate much. Aiden would complain about that, wanting to learn more about his servant, what personal style he possessed. The bastard was a complete mystery.

Despite being a servant, the higher-up servants were allowed to live much like the royal family did, as they found them to be so important in caring for their children.

Aiden noted the funny walk, it alerting him the other was eager to play with him, too. "See, good thing I snuck out." He said without explaining himself. "Keep making those promises."
 
"Stop-" the servant commanded, grabbed the prince's cloak, snatching it off him as they'd come into his quarters, tossing it aside for the moment. "The servant shut the door behind them, his hands spinning the prince around briefly and cupping his face, the servant coming in hot to start kissing his prince, a forceful, dominating pace, that refused to let the shorter male do anything but take it. Beckett's tongue was strong, and nimble, tasting of sweet treats and comforts. He broke the mind-numbing connection. His eyes softened in his prince's face. "Did I truly fail you so my prince?" He said briefly, the dominant force pausing before he could overwhelm his lord. "Shall I visit you twice in the morning now as well?' He already would creep into his prince's room in the night..sometimes even then he would allow his prince's greed to flourish and let himself leave the door unlocked for an encore. He had been responsible for the royal's orgasms and pleasure for so long...
 
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Aiden followed the command for once, stopping once inside the room. His cloak was snatched off of him and tossed to the side. He was turned, made to face the other, their lips suddenly crashing together in a hot kiss. He loved it when his servant acted this way, Aiden often riling him up to get such beautiful treatment. Slipping his own tongue inside, he fought back even there, playing with him. He always loved his kisses, his flavor sweet and inviting. A short moment later they parted, Aiden feeling a little dizzy.

"Oh, come now." He pulled away and moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge. "I would never leave you." The other may not have been suggesting that, but Aiden wanted to say it, almost in a reassuring way. "You know I love you." He grinned, a mischievous look to him. "Always." Leaning back on his elbows, he beckoned the other with a hand. His Beckett had always treated him so well, he was perfect. The prince was simply too greedy, his desires too great. He didn't want to overwork his poor servant, not when he noticed his elder brother seeking out relief by his servant's mouth.
 
Beckett pouted. "I didn't ask such a thing- I asked if you needed extra servicing and attention-" Beckett said as he approached, his hands coming to the bed and dragging Aiden to him so that he could straddle him. "Even if it's just a little extra polish on your little scepter-" he teased as he pushed the prince down to kiss him again, wrapping around him to hold onto him. Aiden may have had to share uf butlers mouth with Lucca, but his servant was still all for him. He would treat Aiden with all the favoritism he wanted if it pleased his princes heart. His body rubbedvup against his princes, muffling excited moans. "Mm~Tonight~Shall I be your commoner~"
 
"I know. You should already know the answer to that." He teased, holding the hips that straddled his lap. "Little?" He got out before their lips crashed together again. Oho, he would show him little! For now, he was in heaven underneath his Beckett. The other would be able to feel his hardness as he rubbed up against him. The kiss muffled his sounds, sweet moans that escaped the younger prince's throat. "Mm, you wanna be my commoner? A dirty, lowly commoner~? I could never subject you to such a status. Though, that aristocrat was hot. I wonder how he would have treated me in bed." He mused, taunting his servant with the mere idea of Aiden wanting to lay with that stranger. "I wonder... how big his dick was."
 
"Wanting." Beckett said as he drew hos head along the side his his princes neck, the butlrmerz mouth, skill, abd knowledge was perelfect, feeding every point just enough stimulus to warm his prince up. "I've hear of his family, they come up short in many ways" He said as his hips moved against his princes. There was a cool thing that touched the princes wrist. Then a click. something cool and metallic locked to the young man's wrist. "That word is so...unbecoming of your tongue. " He said as he leaned back, having managed his princes wrist ti his bed. Ah he had been upgrading things indeed. "We learned better little brother" he teased as he reached down, rubbing his princes lap. Though the commentary was triple the jab. When they were boys, Beckett was always reminded he was a few minutes earlier that his prince fir one, making him older and thus more responsible. Secondly, Beckett did still in some ways consider Aiden a younger brother...just a special one. And thirdly.. well. Beckett was now reminding his prince that he's seen plenty of Luca, in the first night's of servicing the crown prince, He had been pushed hard forcing ti use other methods of relieving his blprince in the morning after Lucca had finished with his mouth. Something Aiden never has.
 
"Mm? You know something I don't?" He was mighty curious now. "Maybe I'll hunt him down after all." The more he heard about this aristocrat, the more he wanted to play. His servant would have to work extra hard to sway his prince. He blinked then, feeling cold metal and hearing a click. He tugged and looked, finding he had been restrained. "Oho! Where did you get these?" Already, his attention and full interest were brought back to his servant. At the 'little brother' comment, Aiden playfully glared his way. "Ah, but you know I love older men." He teased with a gasp, a moan escaping him soon after as he was rubbed through his pants. "Mmn..."

As the other mentioned pleasuring his older brother, Aiden could feel a jolt of jealousy. Was he feeling possessive? "You want me to use that pretty mouth of yours?" He reached his uncuffed hand up, rubbing his thumb over his servant's bottom lip.
 
"Yes yes. You love that I'm older, wiser, and prettier than you" he teased vack as he moved his hips. Pressing on his bulge while his prince reached up to him.
"Mmm, my little brother, can you handle it? You've always been to fragile when I used it." He teased as he kissed his princes thumb, unafraid to give back in anyway, his mouth opening and his dexterous tongue swirled out lickin the digit. "Eyes rolling, little hips jumping as I had to make you stop resisting-" he teased as he grabbed the wrist and pinned it, cuffing that one too.
 
"Prettier?!" He was shocked, laughing over his words a second later. "How absurd. Thinking you're prettier than me." But it was true, Beckett was beautiful. Aiden had no idea how he got to be so lucky. He was simply having too much fun. "This beautiful mouth wrapped around my dick... Or do you prefer Luca's?" He wasn't upset, not too much. Just by the other sucking on his thumb, he was growing excited, imagining it actually working on his cock. "Maybe you should put that mouth to work." With that, his other hand disappeared, locked up beside the other above him.

"What will you do with me now? Your poor, little restrained prince."
 
Beckett eyes twinkled. "You're not a prince in this room...you are a just a naughty brat that needs to be adjusted." He said as he pulled back , sliding off his shoes, standing up in bed, he grabbed his princes hand, putting his face inti his lap. "Naughty boys must remember how to act." He said as he rubbed the princes fave into his groin, the hard thing that strained in his pants, he wasn't as large and intimidating as the Ekdest prince from the gate, more of a grower, but Aiden was quite familiar with how big and hard it could get. He stepped back playfully, starting to strip away his fine uniform, and opening his chest underneath the bed, pulling out a golden shafted scourge, a stern whip that stung the prine so nicely, but also healed marks rather quickly in the long run. He slid out a play scepter...repurposed long ago for stroking the prince with one end, the other for training the princes backdoor.
 
"But bro~" He playfully whined, laughing. With his face pressed against the front of his pants, he could feel his hardness through it. He was quite eager to get it in him, how ever that ended up being. Preferably inside of him, slamming away at his prostate. The other stepped away and Aiden whined again, "Hurry up~ You're so slow." Glancing in his direction, he caught the other stripping before going for his chest. He saw the items he pulled out, Aiden having fond memories of both being used on him. "Oh," he mused. The masochist in him cheered, begging for the other to use them on him. "Like I said, hurry up!" He ordered, enjoying himself far too much just by the prospect of them being used on him.
 
"Like I said. " He lifted the scourge. The grip lifting the princes chin as the servant stood close by, straining in his underwear even more. "You are not a prince." He teased as he swiped the scepter, the head of it hitting the prince in the stomach before the butler whirled it around, the under side, thinner, ending in a round pommel, hooking the princes shit to yank it open. "As your keeper, I must remind you." He said grinning as he pushed him down, using the scepter to pop the buttons of his pants and start to rip them down while the servant started to wind up to play the harsh role his prince needed. He had him stripped bare , the scrouge coming to life, whipping its lashing heads on Aiden chest first.
 
Damn, it was hot when his servant knew just what turned him on. Beckett managed to surprise him every day, the other finding new ways to please him. The scepter went from lifting his chin, the bit of intimidation that turned him on, to slamming right into his stomach. He cried out, gasping at the sudden strike. It hurt, but it felt so good. His cock twitched, straining against his pants. Before he could urge the other to strip him, knowing his orders would fall on deaf ears, the other was already beginning to strip him. With his pale chest bare, the whip came in next, giving him that same amount of pleasure, forcing a cry from his lips. He tilted his head back, reveling in the painful pleasure. He gasped as the cool air suddenly hit his twitching cock, Aiden biting at his lower lip. He stared his servant down through lidded eyes, a look of hunger and desire in them for him.
 
The vutler shaped the scrouge over him, whipping lower and abd lower his talented hands the only thing preventing the whip heads from truly striking his straining hard on, lashing around it. His scepter hit him again with the scepter, in the side, scooping him around to flip him. "Naughty boys like you need to feel their lesson- on a deep level." He said as he kept lasting him, focusing in his ass to whip him ruled until the pale flesh glowed red, working up his back.
 
Aiden felt the anxiety rise as he whipped lower and lower, reaching quite close to his weeping cock. He cried out at each lash of the whip, the other switching to the scepter, aiming for his side and turning him over. He complied, not really having a choice, though he made things easier by helping to move. "Deep? Deeper," he warned, wanting nothing less. He was close enough, the other whipping his ass so nicely, the flesh turning an angry red. He squirmed on the bed, his cock brushing against the covers on the bed. "Mnn..." He moaned, the sound mixing as the pain he received turned to pleasure, his servant probably unable to tell which exactly would make him cum. He wasn't there yet, but he felt close, the pain stinging as it climbed his back.
 
The servant set the whip aside, pulressing the tip of the scepter to hus prince ass, pressing pommel into him teasingly, the servant, twisted the head of the scepter, start to squirt oil into the princesrear to prepare him, pushing the tool into him.
 
His servant seemed to be through with using the whip - for now? He moved on to using the scepter, Aiden groaning as the end prodded his entrance. He thought it was pretty clever for the scepter to hold the lubricant they used. Made it easy for them to sneak around and play, as they had done in the past. "Ahh, I wish it was your cock already~" he teased and the scepter slipped inside of him, the oil making things easier. He wiggled his hips, attempting to entice his servant. "Beckett~"
 
Beckett bit his lip as his prince shook his hips, the entitled joggly backside of his prince waving at him. He smacked it with his hand, as he pumped the scepter thrusting ot forward to prod the princes glands playfully. "You'll get what you deserve-" he said trying to sound tough. Though Aiden knew that he struggled not to spoil his prince. There were cases Aiden would need his butler to carry him to his room because the servant couldn't stop indulging in his princes holes when they were offered.. for his princes needs ofcourse.
 
Aiden laughed at the slap to his ass, gently biting his lower lip as the stinging gave him pleasure. He then gasped aloud dramatically, playfully, "Oh, mean! You're terrible!" He couldn't keep up the dramatics, laughing a bit harder. The laughter mixed with a moan as the scepter managed to tease his prostate, his hips jerking in response. Shit, any more and he would cum right then and there. Just as the thought crossed his mind, his hips shifted again, the pole pressing a little harder against that spot, emitting a cry from the prince's lips as he came. At that point, he was quite relaxed.

Panting, he glanced back, a sultry look in his eyes. "Beckett~" he called out then, firmer. "Get inside me. Right now."
 
Beckett shivered...the prince seeing his servants strength wavering...hus Pilger jumping. He pulled the scepter from his masters embrace,, pulling his underwear down as he jumped upon his prince, unable to take such a look. His member sprang out, a long, rigid thing that had been Aiden's first source of pleasure. The powerbootom prince was embraced from behind tightly, his butlers thrust however wild, was true, striking him clean in the happy place again. His butler never could deny his princes wiles, even if he was upset or stubborn. He loved his prince too much. 'Mmh~here ~ brother-"
 
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