Lilith shifted uncertainly from one foot to the other near the door to the room and waited for her master. She knew that he had to come out now. Every time the prince had a little free time, he wasted it in vain looking for Yegor. The guy hid well, the master would never guess what his slave was doing, and Lilith was not going to reveal this secret. She felt better when Klaus's attention was not distracted by Egor.
Klaus opened the door and almost bumped into the girl. He looked at her carefully. He realized what urgent business the girl had. Today, Lilith was wearing a long dress with a shallow, but eye-catching neckline. The style effectively emphasized the girl's thin waist. The light pistachio color favorably set off her fair skin, and the high and intricate hairstyle revealed a beautiful neck, decorated with a thread with a button instead of a pendant. This was the only disharmonious item in Lilith's image that caught the eye, but her neat small breasts distracted attention in a matter of moments.
"You look great today," Klaus complimented her and was about to go on, when the girl hesitantly grabbed his hand.
"My lord…."
"What happened? Do you need to be taken somewhere?"
"No, that is, yes…. Master. Today is my birthday."
"Forgive me, you did not tell me the exact date, and I did not have time to prepare a gift."
"Let me remind you that you promised to fulfill one of my requests."
"Of course, just a little later."
"My master, this slave is forced to insist, everything is ready…"
"Ready what?"
The girl looked at him with pleading eyes and pulled him by the hand. Klaus cursed under his breath, but still followed the girl. They came to Augustus' "favorite dining room", but did not linger there and, under curious and envious glances, walked further until the girl stopped near one of the rooms. This time with a door.
Klaus looked at Lilith in bewilderment.
"Sir, please come in. I have been studying hard all this time to please you."
Klaus became wary. He knew who Lilith had been hanging out with lately and knew what most of these people did. His suspicions grew from the sight of the room with its large, soft bed, pillows scattered all over the floor, the light scent of unfamiliar herbs burning in the corner, and the dim light.
"Please, sit down here," the girl pointed to the pillows below, and stood behind the prince, who sat down hesitantly.
"What are you…"
"Sir, let me take off your shirt."
Klaus wanted to get up to explain to the girl what a birthday is and what a gift means, when she panicked and put her hands on his shoulders and tried to sit him back down.
"Master, forgive me if this slave offended you, it's just that it's better to give a massage by touching bare skin."
"Do you want to give me a massage?" Klaus exhaled with obvious relief and sat back down. "Are you sure that this is what you want as a gift?"
"Yes, I studied very hard! I really want you to be the first!"
Lilith's ambiguous phrases amused him a little, and her desire was trivial. Klaus felt a growing relaxation, silently took off his shirt and simply allowed himself to enjoy the girl's uncertain movements.
"You are so tense that I barely have enough strength to stretch my muscles. Let me invite someone who will help me?"
"I am fulfilling your wish, now you can do whatever you want."
Klaus himself was surprised at his condition. He had practically no disturbing thoughts left in his head, wariness faded into the background, he just sat and enjoyed the inept massage and the pleasant aroma.
The girl walked away, and someone else took her place. With strong and large hands. Klaus could not even hold back a satisfied groan from the man's actions. He did not even notice how stone his body had become until the experienced masseur relaxed every inch of his back, shoulders, shoulders and neck.
When the young man stopped, the prince even grumbled indignantly, opened his eyes and threw his head back. A cute boy of his age with light, slightly curly hair was smiling at him. An unusual appearance for his country, but it immediately attracted Klaus, and he smiled back.
Lilith reached out her hands to the prince and helped him up. The three of them approached the bed. The young man continued the massage, climbing behind Klaus's back, and Lilith pulled off his boots and began to knead his feet. It was simply amazing.
The guy massaged his shoulders, and Klaus leaned back a little. Then some more. Finally, he lay down on the blond guy's legs.
"You know," Klaus said lazily, studying the face above him. "Your dick is pressing against my head."
"Forgive me, my lord, but you are so tempting right now that I simply cannot control it."
"Now I understand what you are talking about," the smile grew wider.
Klaus felt desire for the first time. Not like he had experienced after Alexander had slipped some stimulant into his drink. Then it had been agony, and desire had caused pain. Now it rolled in gradually, teasing and causing languor. The boy knew a similar look. He had worked in the house of pleasure long enough to understand such simple things.
Klaus rose up on his elbows and looked at Lilith. The girl was trying to unbutton his pants.
"What are you doing?"
"Massage," the girl was surprised. Only your feet are bare, I want to relax you everywhere.
Another ambiguous phrase? Or did naive Lilith really decide to relax him "everywhere"?
"Then come here and massage my temples." The girl immediately sat down on the bed and laid the prince's head on her lap.
Now Klaus's legs were in the power of the experienced masseur, and he was not yet embarrassed by the trousers. The stranger's hands moved upward, but as soon as they reached the right place, they went down. After the third time, Klaus made an inarticulate, but clearly dissatisfied sound and looked at the guy. This tempter slyly winked at him and returned to the feet.
"I know that I am still completely inexperienced and not fit to touch my master's body," Lilith became despondent.
"No, I liked your massage," Klaus decided to cheer up the birthday girl. "More practice and you will become a real master."
"Master, you refuse to brand me," the girl started this topic again, "but I understand why. Now I understand. But I still can't stand the thought that Egor has your mark, but not me. So I ask you, use my body the way you like."
Klaus's eyes widened. Now it was clearly an unambiguous phrase. Or was it?
"Lilith…. I don't need you to serve me like that."
"You're not attracted to me?"
"You are. Right now I am so attracted to both of you that my pants are tight," Klaus thought, but he said something completely different:
"You are beautiful, but I do not want your actions to be driven by gratitude or devotion. I do not need proof of your usefulness. You are free and can give your body to anyone you want to share your life with."
"But I always want to be near you, lord. Please. I feel useless to you."
"You are not useless. Bend over."
And the girl obeyed. Her breath hitched as she approached Klaus's face. The girl was clearly nervous, although she had asked for it. Klaus decided not to offend her with a complete refusal, and, what's the point of hiding it, himself too. He leaned forward and gently, almost weightlessly kissed her on the lips. One touch. Two. On the third, he deepened the kiss and felt uncertain, clumsy responses.
Klaus broke the kiss and moved away from the girl a little, who slowly opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she silently turned her gaze to the prince's lips.
"My lord, I know what needs to be done next," she said in a trembling voice. "I have read and observed a lot, but you are the first one to touch my body."
Oh, how Klaus wanted this, but he made every effort to say what he absolutely did not want to say.
"Lilith. Consider that I have fulfilled your request, left a certain mark on you. Besides, do not forget that I gave you this button with my power. It is much better than a slave mark. If after everything is over, and you get used to living freely, you still want this, then we will return to this topic, but not now. I cannot do this to you."
The girl was clearly not pleased with the refusal, but she nodded to him.
"And now go... I want to discuss something... with your assistant," Klaus answered evasively and immediately felt encouragement from the young man, who nevertheless reached the prince's groin with his hands and tugged at the button.
"Master..."
"Go Lilith, I beg you, go," he said in a strangled voice.
Klaus thought that the aroma of herbs had a soft arousing effect, and it was already difficult for him to fight his desires. As soon as Lilith closed the door, he looked at the guy and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you need an invitation?" he almost growled, feeling the pressure of his pants on his sexual place more and more.
"Master, I have dreamed of this since our first meeting," he smiled slyly, and the pressure weakened, releasing the flesh.
The guy chuckled with satisfaction and got down to business. Klaus immediately noticed that he worked with his mouth masterfully, so he did not hold back a groan and leaned back, letting the master do his job.
The door opened again, and Klaus rose up on his elbows in displeasure. Augustus was standing in the doorway.
"I see the herbs have worked after all," he chuckled, studying the picture before his eyes. He slowly walked towards the bed.
"Haven't they taught you to knock on closed doors?"
"I knew you were here," he waved his hand, sitting down next to Klaus.
"Don't you think now is not the best time to talk?" the prince asked and both men simultaneously looked at the blond crown, whose owner, not at all embarrassed, continued his activity enthusiastically.
"This is a rare sight, how can I miss it?"
Klaus rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed again, unable to hold back another groan.
"Get lost, August, I'm a little busy right now," Klaus growled and arched his back a little from a new wave of pleasure. He felt that the end was near, but he did not want to have outside witnesses.
"Are you happy now?"
"Damn!"
"And if I want to join in?" August whispered quietly, leaning almost close to Klaus's face.
The prince looked into the captain's eyes, burning with genuine desire, felt his quickened breath on his lips and leaned forward. At that moment, the boy below finished his job, and the prince let out a long moan into August's parted lips, and then they merged in a hard kiss.
August pulled away from Klaus.
"That's it, Kick, you're free."
Kick grumbled discontentedly.
"You've already gotten more than you need, now it's my turn to get what I want. Now get out of here."
August waved his hand and climbed on top of Klaus, unbuttoning his shirt. The prince assumed a sitting position and helped the captain deal with his clothes, kissing him and biting his lips until they bled.
Two naked bodies had a real fight on the bed, trying to take the leading role from each other. They were bursting with desire, and if one had long dreamed of this and now simply could not believe that he would be able to get what he wanted, then the second never even thought that their relationship could ever take such an unexpected turn.
"Stop, stop, stop," choking from passion and a long "fight" wheezed August, when Klaus turned him over on his stomach and spread his legs with his knee. "I somehow did not imagine it like this."
"And how did you imagine it?" Klaus did not want to talk at all now.
"Well, I kind of thought that we would be in a completely different position. I'm used to being on top, you know?"
"Have you already slept with a man?"
"I told you, I don't have these inclinations, you're the only one I've ever wanted."
"Then in this position it won't hurt you so much the first time."
"Hey, that's not what I mean! I'm telling you, I'm used to being on top."
"No," Klaus shook his head categorically. "I won't give you my ass to be torn apart."
"So, you can have my ass?" August was indignant and tried to crawl out from under Klaus.
"I know what to do not only in theory."
"So, have you already fucked your "friend"?"
"I'm not talking about Egor. It's a long story. You better relax now, I'll be careful."
"No, no, no, stop! Damn it, Klaus, I'm not ready for this yet," August screamed, and Klaus loosened his grip.
The men, excited to the limit, sat opposite each other. They had reached a dead end.
"Klaus, I always dreamed of having you under me, but I never thought that you would grow up and decide to do it with me," August grinned.
The passion gradually weakened. Klaus lay down on the bed and stretched out his legs, waiting for the erection to disappear on its own. August lay down on his side next to him, put his hand on Klaus's chest and slowly ran it down the relief muscles.
"Better not touch," Klaus growled, "or turn around."
"Damn," August cursed "I was so close to what I wanted."
"It's not too late," Klaus nodded towards his still erect member.
"Not today, unless, of course, you agree to give in to the elder," the captain turned to the prince with hope.
"You won't get it."
August sighed in disappointment.
"You are forcing me to put up with something I would never have thought of. I need to prepare. Mentally. And next time we will definitely finish what we started."
"Next time?"
"Did you think I would just back down? Klaus, you have always been special to me. It is not only a physical attraction."
"So these stimulating herbs are your work?" the prince decided to change the subject. He also always considered Augustus someone special to him, but their attitude towards each other was clearly different.
"They are not stimulating, but relaxing. I decided to test my theory, and it turned out to be correct."
"Theory?" Klaus asked with interest, turning to face Augustus.
"Yes. You said that you don't feel physical attraction, but you have no problems with erection. Will a dick get hard if its owner doesn't want it? I thought that your constant tension was to blame. You don't let yourself relax for a second, and your self-control pushes out all worldly desires. I was right."
"I never thought about it."
"Yes, and you've never enjoyed anything in life."
"And you suggest that I always use these herbs?" Klaus grinned.
"I suggest that you learn to relax, and these herbs will help at first."
"I don't think that's a good idea. Life is easier without emotions and desires."
"This is not life, Klaus, this is existence," Augustus again took the prince to himself, kissed him firmly and surprisingly tenderly.
"I have to go. I hope you won't change your mind."