In the Summer Hall the feast was at its peak. Over a thousand esteemed guests from all over Mamafé had gathered to celebrate the Prince's wedding to Raia, a northern noblewoman.
Behind the parapets of marble, on the far edge of the hall, Nahmet gazed at the festivities. How he dreaded this day to arrive was still felt in the depth of his abdomen. He clutched his flat stomach through the cotton and rubbed comforting, while his eyes were locked at his life companion. Prince Aveen, who's smile lit up the room like a thousand suns, paid no mind.
Here, hiding on the sidelines, Nahmet could scan his best friends joyful face in peace. Aveen had a pointy noise and tight cheeks, a hairless jawline that could split an anvil and dark eyes that sparked with every wedding present he received. Nahmet couldn't resist dropping his sight down the golden necklace that decorated Aveen's broad chest and shoulders. How his pecks, covered in a light fur, and muscles flexed when he laughed and how his hard nipples stood proud and bare for all to see.
It was a hot night in Mamafé and so the wedding party was scarcely clothed. Nahmet himself had covered his body in a robe but Aveen showed off his build, rounded biceps, slim waist and ripped stomach and all, subjecting all of his guests to his power and strength. Nahmet wondered if it was a message to him as well. Those broad shoulders and big arms would never belong to him alone. They were the country's now. His wife's.
Growing up, no one could separate the prince from the pauper. Ever since Aveen had slipped away from the palace as a child and hid in the stables where Nahmet's father worked, and they had ridden horses all night, the two had been inseparable. Aveen always dragged Nahmet into trouble, breaking every rule a commoner like him had to obey by. Annoying the Guard of Queens when they were already tired at the end of their shift, stealing food from the kitchens and pestering their Scholars until they quit in despair. Still, Nahmet had a lot to thank to Aveen. Without him he would have probably been forced to join the Guard of Queens where he'd surely, as the scrawny teenager he used to be, would've died in the Guard Games. Instead, Nahmet got an education few got and he could train along Aveen, being shaped into the royal physique that left women drooling as he worked sweating and bare chested on a hot summer's day. But it wasn't women Nahmet was after.
When his father, and last living relative, passed away, Nahmet had come to the stables where he had spent his life, and cried. In the dark of the night, not unlike the one when they first met, Aveen had sought him out and comforted him. They were friends, the only real friendship the prince had ever had, and surely, the most meaningful for Nahmet. They had laid, speechless, in the hay where Aveen had wrapped his big arms around Nahmet and the slightly younger stable boy had rested his head on his friend's broad chest, sobbing silently. He had felt safe and comforted in his grief, but mostly, with their naked chests radiating heat and their similarly muscled bodies relaxed and intertwined, Nahmet had felt loved. It was the most erotic moment of his life. And now Nahmet watched as Aveen was about to love another forever.
A loud horn scalded through the room and a thousand voices jeered in excitement. The Fertility Hour was upon them. At elite weddings, the wedding party would seclude themselves and the entire royal family would watch as the man and wife would consummate their marriage, in celebration of the new life. Nahmet had never understood the tradition, but there was no shame or discomfort, only joyful pleasure as everybody watched the creation of their crown heir.
Large drapes slid from the beams and covered the center of the room, while the guests outside clapped and cheered. Before they closed forever, Aveen scanned the room and spotted Nahmet, waving him to come join. Nahmet waded through the crowd like Aveen had commanded him to float on a cloud. Even though men never lay with other men in Mamafé, every fiber of Nahmet was drawn to Aveen. He was addicted to him, being near him, having him around and if this was their final night together, at least Nahmet wanted to be close once more.
'Well at least one of our dreams is about to come true,' Aveen quipped as untied his skirt. Nahmets stomach turned. What did Aveen mean? Could he know about him? Could he know what Nahmet's deepest desires were, forbidden thoughts unspoken and only let free in secret when Nahmet stroked his tool in shame and longing? Had Aveen always seen the lust Nahmet gave his crotch? No, that's nonsense. Nahmet was sure Aveen must have meant something else.
Still, when Aveen dropped his skirt and Nahmet saw, for the first time, his long, thick member wobble between those large, muscular, hairy, thighs, Nahmet's robe started to peak. He quickly sat down to hide his excitement and he scanned Aveen's eyes to see if he had noticed. The prince only gave a crooked smile before turning to his bride and the rest of the party.
Everybody jeered as the man, their future prince, build like a god, walked to the center of the closed off area. He reached out to his bride. Raia was a northern beauty, with blonde hair and a longer build than most Mamafé women. Yet she was just as gorgeous, with a rounded stomach and broad hips and, as she undid her dress, two supple breasts that stood out round and proud. The King and the Queen, who was Aveens stepmother and not much older than Raia, clapped their hands, signaling the ceremony to begin.
Raia met her fate with grace and pride, spreading her legs, revealing her lips to her new family as everyone drank and cheered. But mostly, Nahmet's breath was taken as Aveen's already long and thick member swelled into a rock-hard pole, seemingly longer Raia's entire stomach. Soon, with much moaning from the new princess, his giant pillar disappeared inside that stomach entirely. Several other audience members had started to mimic the deed in their own arousal, starting off an orgy that was custom, indeed respectful, during Fertility Hour. But Nahmet didn't participate. He could only watch as his best friend towered over Raia, who had surrendered her mind and body to the power that had penetrated her. With her eyes closed and her tits bouncing, her tiny hands clutched her husband's waste as his lower body drilled hers.
Aveen himself had buried his face in her hair, pressing her neck with short, hard kisses, as he held himself up on his knuckles, his strong arms towering like pillars on both her sides. His upper body slowly starting to sweat but remained perfectly still, even when his golden chains smacked with every thrust. Only his butt, which was large, tight and round, clenched and moved far up in the air and far down. His hard shaft wet and glimmering with fluids, rammed inside Gaia, lingered inside and then retracted almost entirely, leaving just the large tip in contact with her flesh, before sliding down entirely once more.
Nahmet's own cock started to hurt, that's how badly he wanted to blow. He couldn't reason how he could be this excited, but everything about the sight made him ready to release without even touching. Seeing Aveen take his manly task so serious, so shamelessly even with everyone's prying eyes, drove Nahmet wild with desire. He imagined himself as Gaia, laying underneath this masculine beast as his sweat dropped down on his skin and his rod split him in half, deep into his... Nahmet had to control himself. How could he think these impure thoughts? The gods will surely punish him for this.
Gaia had started screaming, along many other women in and out of the velvet circle. Aveen bent down really hard, stayed in his place longer than he had until then, before bucking his hips up and down one more time and retracting forever. Like a champion he stood up, met with loud cheers and applause. A last drop of cum dripping from his slit. Aveens eyes stared down the room, with pride, as he, the Prince, had proven his superiority. His eyes stopped in their tracks when they met with Nahmet's.
**
"You should have seen your face!" Aveen cried out laughing, nearly pissing himself. Dawn was almost breaking, and the castle had slumbered into sleep. The two friends drank all night, so far that their initial rouse was already waning and the inevitable sleepiness made its presence known.
