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The carriage rumbled uncomfortably back and forth on the dirt path, causing the prince to bump his shoulder or head several times. Even after repeated requests, his escort had not allowed him to ride one of the horses instead. "It's too dangerous. There are bandits in these woods." “What if you fall and get hurt, Your Highness?” “You're safest in the carriage.” They were all stupid excuses, in his book.
Despite its fine seat cushions, the carriage was uncomfortable, the little cabin too stuffy, and Nai just wanted to be home at last. After two weeks spent in the neighboring kingdom for unnecessary trade deals and festivities, he only wanted to hole up in his chamber and not see anyone for a few days.
He really wished something interesting would happen. Where were those bandits the guard had talked about? He was craving some kind of action, craved attention. It was so boring sitting there all by himself. Even the stained glass in the door’s small window held no charm — it was just a useless mosaic, tinting the light and smearing the outside world into unrecognizable shapes. If only he had taken a book with him. Or if Vash was here at least, but he had stayed behind in the other kingdom, head over heels for Princess Meryl.
Nai knew they were going to marry. He gave his brother another week, maybe two, before he would announce his engagement. It wasn't that Nai was jealous, but he’d be lonely if Vash left to rule somewhere else, after all, they had been together all their lives until now.
The hours passed by, and he was only allowed to leave the carriage to relieve himself in the underbrush. It was during one of those short breaks when something seemed off. There was a whistle, somewhere in the distance, something that didn’t quite sound like a bird unless Nai’s ears were fooling him. But he was a musician, a pianist to be exact, so his ears should work fine. Another whistle rang closer to them, and then a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes surrounding the area.
“Your Highness, you need to get back into the wagon,” one of the guards said urgently, dragging Nai back to the carriage, and it was not a moment too late. An arrow whizzed through the air, hitting one of Nai’s men. He went down with a scream, clutching his wounded shoulder.
“It’s an ambush!” another guard yelled, and then a group of roaring men emerged from the shadows of the woods. “Carriage! NOW!” The guard at Nai’s side ordered and pushed him rudely inside. He almost fell, catching himself on the seats when the door was thrown shut behind him. He heard the lock clicking shut, a simple sound amongst the screams of men attacking each other.
Sword blades clashed, and the shouting of the men increased. “Don't come out under any circumstances!” Shouted one of the guards. There was a loud crash, and the carriage shook as someone was thrown against it. Nai tried to make out something through the stupid window, but nothing more than a few faded shadows could be seen outside. He tried to open the door, desperate to join the fight alongside his men — he hadn’t trained since childhood just to sit by and watch them die. But the door didn’t budge. This was stupid! What if the thing caught fire? Then his own guard’s man would have killed him. There was no escape, he was trapped inside, forced to listen to the yells and fighting.
The chaotic noise outside swelled. Then, without warning, it stopped. No movement, no voices, nothing. Nai sat frozen, straining to hear something, anything. Had they won? Or was the worst still to come? He saw people walking around the carriage, none of them seeming to care that he was still inside, so he banged at the door, making himself known. “Hey, let me out already! Who of you took the damn key!”
One of the shadows finally got closer, staring at Nai through the glass before finally reaching for the door. “I’m sorry, I seem to have lost the key,” the guard called. What a useless bloke, Nai would see him dismissed from the guard after this action. “Take a step back, I’m going to break it open!” Nai took a seat at the opposite side of the carriage, waiting.
The door shook in its angles, then a massive jolt went through the entire carriage, as if someone was hitting the locking mechanism with a heavy object. With a cracking sound, the wood finally gave way, and Nai felt relief flooding through him as he scooted towards the exit. Just as he reached out for it, the door was pulled open with a flourish, and he and a stranger suddenly found themselves face to face.
“Well, that doesn't look like a treasure to me,” commented the man. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his skin dark and tanned from spending a lot of time in the sun. He was wearing a loose, formerly white linen shirt, tight black leather pants, and high-cut leather boots. His face held an almost rugged handsomeness, despite the crooked nose. Unshaven, his uneven stubble matched the tangled black mop of hair atop his head. A dark smear of blood streaked his split lower lip, the gash pulling wider as he grinned mischievously.
“Zazie is such a useless scout, this isn't some kind of delivery, this carriage has the fucking crown prince in it. I’d recognize that handsome face everywhere.”
Disappointed shouts and jeering laughter came from outside. Nai caught a glimpse over the man's shoulder and recognized one of his guards on the ground. From afar, he couldn't tell whether he was just unconscious or dead, but it was clear that the bandits had won, and he was still in danger.
Nai backed away and looked around, even though he knew there was nothing in that damn carriage to defend himself with. So, suppressing his rising panic, he looked firmly into the stranger's deep blue eyes in hopes of seeming more intimidating than he actually felt.
“Yes, I am Prince Nai Saverem, and you just made a grave mistake by attacking a royal carriage. But I am willing to overlook that if you let me go unharmed.”
The stranger barked with laughter. “Do you hear that, guys?” His voice turned mocking, “We’re in trouble! But the Prince won’t punish us if we let him go!” The men outside — damn, how many were there? — laughed out loud.
“Don't you know who we are, angel?” the man said, taking a menacing step into the carriage. Nai scooted further back until he hit the unyielding wood paneling behind him. He shook his head, but it was obvious that whoever these people were, they meant trouble.
“My bad, Your Highness,” the stranger said and bowed so deeply in front of Nai that he got a glimpse of his abs through the low-hanging neckline of his dirty shirt. “My name is Wolfwood. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and I am the leader of the Eye of Michael.”
The Eye of Michael — that name was familiar. And then it hit Nai. He had seen this man before, on a wanted poster in the city. Whoever had drawn the portrait had gotten the nose all wrong, but yes, that had been him. The sum on his head was absurdly high, and he was wanted for multiple robberies and murders.
He was dangerous. And god, handsome too, not that Nai should be noticing. He was trapped now, pulse racing, sweat prickling at the back of his neck. He couldn’t let it show, though, and it was probably better to pretend he still had no clue who Wolfwood was. He had to come across as in charge, but not so much that the rogue would feel intimidated. “Now, Wolfwood, what do you want so that I can continue my journey home? Is it money? If you had wanted to meet me, you could have simply asked for an audience."
Wolfwood laughed dirtily and then licked the blood from his lips. Nai stared mesmerized at his tongue as it ran back and forth over the crack in his lip.
“I hardly think I would have been granted one...”
He probably would have been granted one, but he would never have gotten out of the castle alive. Nai bit back the snippy reply — he didn’t have a death wish, he wanted out to go home already.
“The fact that you're here is pure coincidence, sweetheart. Oorrr, maybe it was fate. I'm sure you'll earn us a good sum when we tell your father, the king, that we have you in our power. Don't worry, if you're good, we won't harm a hair on your head.”
He came further into the carriage, a predatory grin distorting his face. “Monev, we'll take the carriage with us, collect everything useful from the corpses, and hide them in the bushes. I'll make sure that our prince can't run away until we get to the camp.”
Corpses? No! No, they couldn’t all be dead! They needed to be alive and rescue Nai!
Wolfwood shut the door behind him, letting his underlings do their thing. Nai gripped the cushions underneath him tightly as panic started to spread in his chest, making it harder to breathe. What was he supposed to do? Sure, he could try fighting Wolfwood with his bare hands or try to get hold of the dagger he had strapped to his thigh, but even if he overpowered the guy, his henchmen were still outside, and there was no way he was going to win over all of them by himself.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t kill you, unless you try anything stupid.” He said it like they were having a friendly conversation over tea and not like he was going to abduct Nai to blackmail his family. His simple clothes looked dirty — his pants were covered in a layer of dust, boots crusted with dried mud, and the sleeves of his worn shirt were specked with blood. Nai didn't know if it was Wolfwood’s or that of his guard, and he didn't need to know. What mattered was that it wasn't his.
“Give me your hands,” Wolfwood demanded. Nai bored his nails harder into the velvety cushions instead. “Angel, don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll treat you nicely if you obey me.”
Very slowly and hesitantly, Nai unclenched his fists and stretched them outward, where Wolfwood immediately yanked on them, pulling Nai so close he almost fell and landed in his lap. He had no chance to defend himself. Off-balance, Wolfwood easily twisted his hands behind his back, binding them with coarse rope. He didn’t give Nai time to get used to the new sensation, instead grabbing his chin with one big hand and turning his head left and right to take a closer look from all angles.
“You're even prettier up close,” he stated, and the coarse pad of his thumb swiped over Nai’s lower lip. “Aww, there’s no need to look so afraid, just take the compliment. Now open up.” The finger breached Nai’s lips and pushed between his teeth, the rest of his hand holding his jaw in place as Wolfwood mapped out the even rows and glided over Nai’s tongue. He tasted dirt. Ash. Something metallic.
He could bite, try to push the rogue away, and flee from the carriage, but fear kept rooting him to his seat. Something in the stranger's gaze was making his knees feel strangely weak. Wolfwood was looking at him, with a mixture of wonder and hunger that he had never seen on someone else’s face before.
“What a well-mannered prince you are,” Wolfwood purred in a low voice. “You're going to do everything I say so I keep you alive, right? You might think I'm bad, but I'm a gentle man, sweetheart. My men out there? They would eat you alive. I am the only one who can protect you from them.”
Nai let out an accidental whimper. He didn't want to die, he didn't want filthy men to touch him or steal his things. He should've stayed with Vash or at home altogether, this journey had been a great mistake.
“Tell me, pretty boy, have you ever been with a man before? Or a woman?” Nai immediately knew what Wolfwood was hinting at, and the thought made the thumb in his mouth taste sour. This was disgusting, and he scrunched up his face, trying to pull away. “Nuh-uh, you stay right here. You can nod or shake your head, sweetheart.”
Nai shook his head. No, he had never been with anyone before, and he wouldn't until he was going to marry. Or so he thought — Wolfwood seemed to have other plans.
“Suck,” he demanded, pressing his thumb a little further into Nai’s mouth. It felt obscene and lewd in a way, even when all he did was to wrap his lips around and suck lightly on a finger.
Outside of the carriage, the men were making noises, laughing, groaning, and complaining while they probably looted Nai’s dead guards and dragged them around the dirt, mindlessly tossing them into the woods where wild animals would tear them apart. They had left Nai behind, with the worst kind of monsters that roamed the world.
Nai’s eyes stung with unshed tears. If his men hadn't been able to protect him, then who was going to save him from these gruesome people?
“Would you like to know what that feels like? Being with someone? I'm in the mood. I'm always after a good fight. Your guards tried really hard to protect you,” Wolfwood said, canines showing as he smiled brightly. He removed his thumb and smeared sticky saliva all over Nai’s lips. Then he grabbed Nai by the shoulder and yanked him closer. He couldn't keep himself from falling over, his face making contact with Wolfwood's broad chest, which smelled like the woods, fresh dirt, and pines, with a bit of underlying sweat.
He tried to sit upright again, save some of his dignity, but Wolfwood grabbed the back of his neck in a tight lock and didn't let him.
“Please, let go of me!” Nai pleaded, anxious about how this situation was evolving.
“See, you’re so well-mannered, still saying please. You can thank me once this is over.”
Nai shook his head, his cheek making contact with the soft curls sticking out of Wolfwood’s open shirt.
“Look, angel. I always get what I want. We can do this the easy way, where I get to show you what real pleasure feels like, or you can bitch around and make me force you. It's your choice. Don't make me a worse man than I am.” His voice grew a tad colder while he spoke, underlining the sincerity of his words. Nai shivered. He didn't want to anger him, he didn't want to be hurt or killed.
“I-I don't know,” he stammered, whatever was left of his composure starting to fade away. “Please don't hurt me.”
“Oh, there's no need to hurt you, though that can spice things up... But there's no need, if you do what I say. You might actually like what I’m going to show you.” Wolfwood forced Nai’s face a little lower, to his stomach, from where Nai could watch him open his heavy belt and the buttons of his pants with his other hand. The bulge in his pants was large, the outline clearly visible through the soft leather. Wolfwood groaned with relief as he freed his cock from the tight confines. It looked different than the dicks Nai had seen before, not that there were many, only his own and Vash’s. This one had a bit more girth, with visible protruding veins and a slight curve to the right. The thick foreskin that Wolfwood pulled back revealed a dark, swollen head.
Nai could smell him, a weird mix of sweat and sweet musk he somehow found weirdly attractive. Again, he tried to get away, but the grip in his neck tightened and he was pushed further down, towards the glans that was already leaking with lust. “Don’t you fucking dare to bite,” Wolfwood groaned, guiding that thing to Nai’s lips. This was wrong. He shouldn't let anyone do this to him, but here he was going to let another man put his cock into his mouth.
It tasted salty. Different from the thumb. It felt hard yet velvety soft on Nai’s tongue, and for a second, he thought that maybe this wasn't as bad as he feared. But then Wolfwood pressed him further down, hard and without warning, until the tip rammed into Nai’s throat, making him choke.
Nai thrashed around in panic, realizing he wasn't able to breathe like this. Wolfwood hushed him. “Shht, it’s okay.” He held Nai there for another second before finally letting him come up for air. Nai coughed and panted, the tears he had so desperately tried to hold back now running freely. He barely got a clean breath in before Wolfwood forced him down again, groaning. “Be a nice prince and suck. I know you can, it’s no different than my thumb,” he ordered, as if Nai had any choice but to take the cock that was forcefully pushed in and out of his mouth.
It took a while to find some kind of rhythm where he was able to breathe without choking on the thing or his own spit. Wolfwood’s breath seemed to turn heavier as well, he groaned and moaned lowly whenever he pushed Nai’s nose into his curly pubes and his cock into his throat. It felt like time had slowed. How long was he forced to do this? How long would it take Wolfwood to cum and let go of Nai’s hair that he kept tightly fisted, making his scalp prickle? Tears kept streaming down his face, mixing with snot and spit and dripping onto Wolfwood’s pubis. Nai flexed his tied hands helplessly behind his back, searching for some kind of support that didn't exist.
Slowly, the world seemed to fade around Nai. He breathed in, swallowed what was given to him while keeping his abused throat loose, breathed out, and started all over. Until there was a sudden knock at the door, which made him flinch and realize with shock that, despite everything, he had somehow let himself relax. “Boss, we're done and taking everything to camp,” a voice called from outside. Wolfwood's eyes rested on Nai as he fisted his short hair a little harder and forced him to look up, pausing while still sheathed in his warm, wet mouth.
“Alright,” he called, and a moment later, the carriage started moving. Wolfwood finally eased his grip and let Nai sit up. He took deep draughts of air, which seemed to have become even stuffier. His lips felt puffy, and his face was stained with tears and spit and other fluids he didn’t want to think about. “You're not bad at this. I wish I had a mirror to show you your pretty face right now,” he admired, his expression turning a little softer. Somehow, that weird praise got Nai feeling a little warmer.
Next, Wolfwood pulled a piece of cloth from a satchel attached to his belt and wiped Nai's face with it, gently removing the mess from cheeks to chin. Tossing the dirty rag away, he ordered Nai to stand up. It wasn't easy with the shaking of the carriage and the hands on his back, but Wolfwood stabilized him with hands on his hips while he navigated him between his thighs. Would he force Nai to continue while kneeling in front of him? Strip him of his last bit of dignity and make the prince crawl before a vile bandit?
To Nai's renewed horror, Wolfwood tampered with his belt and slowly undid the laces of Nai’s expensive trousers. “I don't want this,” Nai said, sounding whinier than he liked.
“You're a bad liar, Your Highness. I can feel you getting hard,” Wolfwood berated as his palm smoothed over Nai’s still clothed cock and indeed, Nai could feel it swell. No, it was wrong. He didn't want to be touched like this. He only did so himself when the urge was getting unbearable, and always felt guilty afterwards. “Aw, come on, don't tell me you don't even touch yourself. What are you, a saint? Or just a prude? You sucked my cock so well, you deserve a little treat.”
Wolfwood groped him harder, then pulled him out of his pants, eyeing him closely. “Oh, it’s turning such a pretty shade of pink!” It was so incredibly embarrassing, and Nai bit his lips to keep from moaning because the hand on his shaft felt strangely good. Better than when he touched himself.
Wolfwood took his time, his hand unfamiliarly gentle as he jacked off Nai until he was truly hard and throbbing. “You like this,” Wolfwood stated, looking up at Nai, who quickly tried to avert his gaze. “No, keep looking at me, angel,” he ordered and sped up the movements of his hands. His thumb pressed harder on Nai’s tip, played with the small slit to push out more pre-cum to slick up his movements.
His eyes bored into Nai's as he sheepishly turned to look at him again. “I never thought I'd be doing it with one of the princes. You know, I saw you at the spring festival a few months ago. Of course, I had to hide in the shadows so no one would recognize me, but you... You and your brother were walking behind the king and his wife, dressed in your finest garments and with flowers in your hair. Your brother’s smile was as radiant as the sun as he waved to the townspeople. But you? You looked so stern. So reserved. But it was clear you didn't actually want to be there. I would have loved to snatch you then. I could have brought you to my camp, the beautiful prince, all to myself. It can't be a coincidence that we met today.”
Nai whimpered. That was bordering on a love confession. The hand at his hip started pulling down his pants, while the other still moved up and down his cock. “Don’t hold back your moans. I am making you feel good, right? I can make you feel even better,” Wolfwood promised, his voice sounding more seductive and less harsh than before.
With another jerk, Nai’s trousers fell from his hips and bunched around his feet. He made a disappointed noise as Wolfwood let go of his cock and guided Nai back to the side.
“On the bench, with your knees,” he demanded, but Nai hesitated. “Come on, don't make me wait. Or should I get one of my men to hold you in place?”
Nai shakily followed the order. One stranger seeing him half-naked and touching him was enough. Without his hands, he had no way of supporting himself, and his face pressed against the polished wood paneling behind the bench.
"What... what are you doing?" he asked nervously as Wolfwood stood behind him, guiding Nai’s knees further apart. He hated how this position was putting his butt right on display, and could feel Wolfwood gaze on it. A sharp pain shot through his body as Wolfwood's hand came down on one of his cheeks. Once, twice, then on the other cheek, making Nai howl.
The men outside surely heard him, but there was no chance of holding his moans in. Again, he tried to wiggle away, but Wolfwood clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Stay still,” he ordered, and Nai could feel him spread his cheeks with both hands.
“Don’t look–ah!” his voice broke with a lewd moan as something warm and wet was touching him at one of his most intimate parts. Involuntarily, he leaned towards the sensation, arching his back and trying to see over his shoulder what was happening. There was that warm, soft feeling again, and he was shocked to realize that Wolfwood was kneeling behind him with his face buried between his cheeks, which meant his tongue must be touching—
A shiver went through his body as he felt Wolfwood’s tongue dragging over his hole again, over and over. His cock throbbed. It was so obscene and unexpected, and somehow it felt good… Nai suddenly didn't seem to know his own body anymore. He let his head sink back against the wall and surrendered to the strangely erotic feeling. “Good boy,” praised Wolfwood, and those words felt good too.
If he did what Wolfwood said, Nai would be safe. He wouldn’t hurt him. He seemed to like Nai and made him feel good. And Nai wanted to be praised and admired, and now he wasn’t alone anymore. Hadn’t that been exactly what he had wished for?
The sensation changed, but still felt nice, and Nai realized a finger was now circling his hole. He wasn’t stupid. He had been educated on what he would need to do if he ever lay with a woman. He had heard the guards talk about how fun it was to do so. And he knew some men were preferring men, but until this moment, he had never considered how they would have sex with each other. But the way Wolfwood was touching him now made sense if he didn't possess a womb like a woman. And it felt good, even if it was strange to feel a finger slip slowly inside his ass.
“You’re a natural, sweetheart,” Wolfwood groaned. Was this turning him on? Was Nai his type? The tongue returned, wet and warm, and calmed him from the stinging feeling of a second finger pressing into him along the first. Nai clenched around them, felt them wiggling inside like he was trying to reach further, like Wolfwood was searching for something. Hot pressure built inside Nai's lower belly, while sweat was running down his back and legs. He panted, moaned — those touches made him feel like nothing had ever before.
“Wolf-Wolfwood,” he cried out when sharp pleasure spiked through him. “Fuck. Call my name when you cum, little prince,” Wolfwood answered between clever tongue sweeps and the relentless curls of his fingers.
“Hah, Wolfwood. Hngh. This feels– I’m–!! Wolfwood. Wolf~hmmmm~” Nai lost control. Over his voice, his body, his own will. He cried out while pleasure was taking over him, making him shake and almost lose balance, but Wolfwood was there, guiding him through it, one hand on his back holding him upright while the other was still touching something inside Nai that made him see stars.
Nai thought he must have passed out for a second because when he came back to his senses, Wolfwood’s chest was pressed to his back, leaving no room between them. Something else was poking Nai — Wolfwood’s cock he realized, still feeling a bit out of it. He had never come this hard before.
“There you are, angel face,” Wolfwood purred right into his ear. His stubble was scratching Nai’s cheek delightfully. “Did that feel good?”
Nai nodded sluggishly, his body and mind feeling funny, like when he had drunk too much wine.
Wolfwood laughed lowly. “I didn’t even put it in you, and you’re already cock drunk. You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He kissed along Nai’s ear while said cock was rubbing between Nai’s ass, the head catching on his entrance.
“All wet for me.” Nai felt it pushing inside, the burn making him wake up a little from his stasis. “Shhht, relax or it's going to hurt. I didn’t hurt you before, right? I was making sure you feel good, and I will continue to do so.” Wolfwood placed more kisses on Nai’s neck, sucking lightly on the delicate skin. Slowly, Nai unclenched, trying to breathe steadily while he felt the cock inside him slip in deeper and deeper.
“You’re perfect. Who could’ve known that my prince would take cock so well?”
“You’re so lewd,” Nai complained with a moan.
“And you love it,” Wolfwood replied and slammed the remaining inches into Nai, making him cry out again. “I bet my men are so jealous. I’m having you all to myself. Don’t worry, I’m not willing to share if you behave.”
He panted right into Nai’s ear when he started moving inside him, setting a fast but deep pace that would’ve made the carriage shake if it wasn’t already moving. Nai didn’t have a chance to think about where this group was taking him, fully focused on the way that long, hard cock was spearing into him. He felt his dick get hard again and wished he was able to touch himself, but instead, he could only hold on tight to the front of Wolfwood's shirt.
“I’ll take you to my camp and we will do this every day.” Wolfwood loosened his bruising grip on Nai’s hips and wrapped one hand around his throat. He pulled his face away from the wall, making him arch his back a little further. His fingers pressed into the sides of Nai’s neck, a sign of how much power he had over him, and Nai felt dizzy again. “I... I’m going to–”
He could feel another orgasm building, a bit slower than before, but it was already looming on the horizon. “Oh, you like it rough, hm? You're taking me so well, your insides are so warm and tight.”
Was it wrong that Nai liked this? That he wanted it? He didn't care anymore — the way Wolfwood's hips snapped forward at a brutal pace was too good. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out as he climaxed with a silent scream, a new load of semen staining the expensive cushions underneath him.
“Shit, tight,” Wolfwood cursed, deeply rooting his cock in Nai’s twitching insides. He forced Nai to turn his buzzing head and crashed their mouths together. His tongue was in Nai’s mouth, another new and strange feeling. He licked along his teeth and lips, and Nai could taste the metallic sting of blood as the wound on Wolfwood's lip opened again.
The bandit fucked him with a few more hard pushes, then moaned into Nai’s open mouth, his cock twitching and feeding him his seed.
Nai watched him from the corner of his eyes — the way his jaw grew slack, eyes squeezed shut, brows knit in tension. There was something unguarded in that moment that made Nai’s heart flutter in an unfamiliar way.
It didn't stop, even when Wolfwood opened his eyes again and Nai let out a chuckle. He couldn't stop. Something wasn't right, and his nerves finally got the best of him. Wolfwood grinned in return. He smoothed Nai’s short hair back and checked his neck, where he had left purple bruises with his kisses. Pulling out didn't hurt, but Nai shivered when he felt the hot semen spill out of him. It ran down his thighs and soaked the already ruined cushions of the bench a little more. “Look at you. All fucked out, leaking the cum of mere rogue,” Wolfwood commented.
He checked Nai’s shackles before he let him collapse amid the mess, but Nai didn't care, still feeling strangely lightheaded. “There’s no point in running, sweetheart. Stay here, take a nap. I’ll fetch you when we arrive at your new home,” Wolfwood said while putting himself back in his pants and fixing his clothes.
The blur of the forest slipped past as Wolfwood opened the door and climbed out of the still-moving carriage. Hoots and jeers rose from around it, the bandits cheering their leader on as if it were all a game. Nai was left alone, pantsless, with drying cum all over his legs and an ass that started feeling a little sore.
His mind couldn't yet grasp what had happened. His guards were dead, and he was getting abducted by one of the most wanted men in the kingdom, who had given him the best orgasms of his life. He seemed to be fond of Nai, so hopefully they could strike a deal where Nai could walk away unharmed. For now, staying put felt like the safest choice.