"Curse you, Von Hunter! I demand you get naked so we can duel properly!"
Why could he never think before he spoke? Honestly, the number of… situations it had got him into…
Luckily the big oaf was too dense to understand the other meaning…
At least, so the Flaming Prince had thought.
So it came as something of a surprise to find Von Hunter standing inside the open window of his bedchamber late that night. Woken abruptly from a dream of bouncing naked on a bed of marshmallows by the awareness of a strange presence in his room, the prince's first reaction was to squeak and hide under the bedclothes, his head buried under his pillow - until it occurred to him that daddy wouldn't be very pleased with that. So he sat upright, trying to keep his voice steady as he demanded,
"What do you want?"
Von Hunter grinned that annoying, half-knowing, half-idiotic grin.
"Well, you said you wanted me naked."
"So we could duel, you fool! It's the middle of the night! I was asleep!"
"Yeah, I know. So?"
"So… we'll duel in the morning!"
Von Hunter came closer, seated himself on the edge of the bed, eyeing the prince.
"You wear a nightdress?"
"It's a nightSHIRT, you ignorant fool!"
"Looks like a nightdress to me…" Von Hunter reached out a broad calloused hand to tug at the filmy material. The prince slapped his hand away.
"Get out of my bedroom!"
"Nah, can't do that." To the prince's absolute horror Von Hunter stood and slowly began to strip, the broad armbands, the leather jerkin… in the nightlight his body was broad, bronze-skinned, darkened here and there with old scars…
"Wh… what are you d… doing…?"
"Getting naked. Like you wanted."
"B…b…but…"
He should call for his guards, really he should… but Von Hunter had unbuckled his sword belt and dropped the weapon onto the pile of clothing before peeling the trews down powerful… muscular… thighs…
The prince stared, face on fire, as Von Hunter stood magnificently naked before him. Naked… and rapidly becoming aroused. The hunter grinned and grabbed the prince's nightshirt in both hands, ripping it from neck to hem before its hapless wearer had time to cry out.
Von Hunter licked his lips. Smooth pale milky skin, unscarred, slim body less muscular than himself but that was alright… cute little honey-coloured nipples all peaked up in fright - unless that was the cold draught from the window…
Von Hunter grinned, yanked off the ruined nightshirt and pulled the prince forcefully into his arms.
"What are you doing?!" The voice was at least an octave higher than normal, and Von Hunter laughed.
"You wanted a naked duel…"
"I meant with swords…" He whimpered as the hunter pushed him onto his back, caught his wrists in one hand above his head and shoved his legs apart, grinning down as he positioned something very large - and very hard - and very hot - at the entrance to a very intimate part of the prince's anatomy.
"Yeah, well, this is a different sort of sword…" He thrust his hips forwards and into the lithe shivering body, his hand over the prince's mouth to silence the strangled scream, then pulled back a little.
"Mmmm… Nice…"
Pain, outrage and humiliation coursed through the prince. And fear. He couldn't move, couldn't cry out - not that he'd want to have anyone see him in this position anyway - could only lie here as the leering Von Hunter shoved into his burning, stinging arse, hard and fast; could only close his eyes, feeling nauseous, as he was ploughed, feeling as though Von Hunter's… sword was hitting the back of his throat, the hunter was pounding so deeply…
"So… tight… so… tight… so… goooooood…"
Von Hunter's body arched backwards as he climaxed, slamming home and gouting semen into the prince, then yanking out before he'd softened and releasing his… opponent.
"Mmm. That was great! Let me know when you want another!"
He grinned cheerfully and climbed back into his clothes. The prince - wide-eyed and shaking with shock - rolled onto his side and struggled up to rest on one elbow; he couldn't sit, his arse was on fire and oozing stickily, and he doubted he'd be able to walk properly for days…
Von Hunter waved as he slung a leg over the windowsill.
"See ya!"
And he was gone…
The prince stared at the window. That was it? His nemesis saw, conquered and came and then just left? The prince clenched his fist.
"Curse you, Von Hunter! I shall have vengeance…"
He winced and yelped as his abused arse reminded him that abrupt movement wasn't advisable right now, and lay on his side, squirming slightly at the tickle of semen oozing down his thigh. Yes, he'd have his vengeance. One way or another.
But first… He gazed down at himself thoughtfully, then wrapped a hand around his own erection, pumping slowly. First, he needed a sound night's sleep…
with apologies to the creators of Von Hunter and the Flaming Prince