CONTENT WARNING:
This chapter features hardcore filth domination inclusive of SMEGMA.
Exiled.
Part 1 - Fallen from Grace.
Written by HumbleHeretic
"Tsk!"
The sound of a person cursing came from the carriage trailing leisurely along the dirt road. By all rights it was a greatly relaxing ride, the carriage that Hamlet was currently in was of the high class ones that made use of both advanced mechanics and rare magical engineering to provide a smooth journey for distinguished nobles. It was a trip that mere commoners wouldn't even be able to dream of while Hamlet himself, the son of a lower class noble, had never ridden something so exquisite before. However this was part of the reason that the young man couldn't help but be anxious from the start of the journey until now.
You see, Hamlet had never been the most deserving of a noble's peerage. It was bad enough that he'd been born late in the line of succession but on top of that he was a failure in many aspects. No accomplishments to his name, no outstanding talents that could put him in the eyes of those that praised his older brothers. Even when he caused trouble for the commoners as a means of lashing out, he was simply ignored as if his actions weren't worth paying attention to. He had no talent for magic and he was too lazy to take up the sword, for what would even be the point?
For such reasons the young noble in name only had spent his years a louse and a nuisance to those around him, even earning the ire of those in his own household. How then had he come to have such a luxurious trip on an expensive carriage that even his more accomplished siblings rarely rode? Easy, because he'd finally been abandoned. Yes, his father had commanded the young man to go on an excursion, however Hamlet had a bit of smarts to him and had eventually understood what was going on.
In the first place, he'd not been given a destination or any indication of where this "excursion" would be taking him. He'd been told not what to prepare, he didn't even know the coachman steering the wooden box and he wasn't familiar with the one guard, the singular guard, that was meant to protect him on this "excursion". There was only one conclusion for all these incongruities; he'd been exiled. The best case scenario was that he'd be put in some remote encampment with the carriage being sold off to procure his living expenses for at least a little while. The worst case was that he'd be dropped off in some forest somewhere and left to fend for himself, in which case the only perceivable outcome for a non-combatant like him would be death.
"Fuck."
What a terrible outcome it was either way, the young man couldn't help but curse like he was so used to doing lately as the gravity of his situation set in. Hamlet clenched his fist that couldn't stop shivering as the horse drawn carriage strolled along. Of course he was scared, but more than that, he was resentful. Resentful of the "family" that threw him away simply because he wasn't as good as his other siblings. So what if he couldn't wield a sword or cast magic? So what if he didn't care for the commoners and only sought his own self-satisfaction? That was what it meant to be a noble, wasn't it? Were the others completely clean of faults and wrongs? Certainly not! So then why only him?!
The more he lamented, the more the young man's ire turned towards the family that threw him away. He swore to himself in this moment that should he ever grow to prominence, that he'd make them regret ever having treated him in such a way! A newfound determination blossomed in the young noble for the first time as he made this promise. It was only unfortunate that such resolve would never see the chance to flourish.
CLK-P~
"Huh?"
"Hurry up..."
A questioning voice left his mouth as he felt the carriage suddenly stop. Then he heard what sounded like the hurried voices of the only two other people present, the stagecoach and the "guard". Hamlet was both wary and curious about what was happening, he greatly hesitated as he heard more sounds and felt some rattling through the seat he was sitting on. Eventually, the young man was forced to look outside to confirm what was happening.
CLP-CLP-CLP-CLP~
"Wh-what?"
And as soon as he peered out the window on the side of the carriage, his ears were greeted by the galloping of hooves. Then his sight confirmed that this galloping was coming from the two horses that were supposed to be pulling his carriage, now said galloping was quickly growing farther and farther away as the un-reined horses fled. And perched on the backs of said horses were exactly the stagecoach and the guard.
"Th-there's no way right?"
He couldn't believe it, he must be dreaming. Yet no matter how long passed, Hamlet could only stare at the outside of the luxurious carriage, the sizable box sitting completely still in the middle of an area he had never seen before. Horses no longer pulling it and people no longer guiding it. The young that had only just been abandoned by his family was now once again abandoned in every meaning of the word, left in the middle of nowhere with only the sounds of nature and his own frozen thoughts keeping him company.
CRCHSH~
"?!"
Suddenly, before his thoughts could fully thaw, Hamlet was startled by a sound coming from the woods beside the stopped carriage! He pulled his head back in without a thought, a never before felt fright overtaking him in but a moment!
CRCHSH~
"?!!"
SHKCHK~
This fright only got worse as the sounds of crunching leaves and twigs grew nearer and more frequent! Hamlet didn't need to be a trained scout to tell that something was now approaching the conspicuous carriage, multiple somethings! His heart pounded in his chest as the noises grew nearer, it soon reached a point where he was shivering! There was no way he was already about to be done-in right as he'd resolved to get his revenge!
As the sound of crunching leaves became louder than it had ever been, it suddenly stopped. However Hamlet was unable to calm down as the noises had stopped right outside the door of the carriage! The young noble quivered, he prayed to the gods that he'd never believed in and had even blasphemed before now. Unfortunately, even if the gods were real, it was much too late for prayers.
CRCHSH~!
"Hiiiikk~?!"
An unbecoming shriek left the young man's mouth as the doors of the carriage were suddenly and roughly yanked open with enough force to damage the handle!
"Idiot, how are we supposed to sell it if you do that?!"