Bad, Bad Wolfie

Wolfram sank into the steaming water with a sigh. He leaned his head back on the tile, closing his eyes, but when he felt a tiny wave splash up his arm, he opened them again. Conrad was inching into the bath on the other side. With a groan, Wolfram sank into the water up to his nose, blowing annoyed bubbles with it. He had been hoping to be alone.

But Conrad didn't leave, but instead got settled in, spreading his arms out over the edge with a satisfied sigh. Wolfram huffed.

"What's the matter, brother?" Conrad asked with a grin, his cheeks already turning pink from the heat. Wolfram just frowned, looking away. But instead of giving up like he should have, Conrad crawled over to the other side of the pool and sat beside him. "You haven't seemed like yourself lately."

Frowning, Wolfram turned his head away, but Conrad grabbed his chin and forced him to look at his face.

"It's Yuuri, isn't it?" Conrad asked, and Wolfram's glare softened away. His eyes turned to the water. But he didn't have to say anything. Conrad gave a sad little sigh. "I care deeply for our ruler, but I have to say… I don't understand why he turns you away." He reached up and ran his wet hand through Wolfram's hair. "He's lucky to have such a beautiful fiancé. If I were him…"

Wolfram looked up at his half-brother with a confused frown. Conrad gave a little smile, and Wolfram jumped when he felt his other hand alight on his bare thigh under the water and start gliding over it.

"Conrad-"

"Maybe you should explore… other avenues, Wolfram," Conrad purred, and Wolfram's eyes got big. "At least, until Yuuri comes to his senses." His hand suddenly moved forward to wrap around Wolfram's exposed member, and Wolfram gasped, trying to brush the hand away, but Conrad leaned forward and locked his lips with Wolfram's, his tongue darting into the blonde's mouth.

Yuuri's voice shocked them back into reality. "Well, isn't this cozy?"

Conrad jerked away in shock, and Wolfram shoved him off, climbing out of the pool and scrambling toward Yuuri, but when he got there, Yuuri grabbed his wrist tightly. Wolfram looked up at him in shock. Yuuri was standing there, naked except for a towel around his waist, as if he too were going to bathe. But he was in his Maou form.

"So you have an interest in my fiancé, have you, Conrad?" the Maou observed, wrapping his arms around Wolfram's wet body, which was shaking in bewilderment. Conrad was still in the pool, wondering what Yuuri would do. The Maou just grinned, his hands moving over Wolfram's back, one of them grazing over the blonde's pert ass. Wolfram jerked his eyes up to the Maou's in surprise.

"But he's right. Yuuri is a fool," the Maou breathed into Wolfram's face, "to not take advantage of such a lovely fiancé." Wolfram blushed as the Maou's hand gripped him tightly and pulled their hips closer together. He leaned down and captured Wolfram's lips in a fervent kiss. Wolfram's heart fluttered, and he pressed nearer without hesitation, groaning in relief. Finally, finally… A tear rolled down Wolfram's cheek. But the Maou suddenly pulled away.

"Where do you think you're going?" he bellowed past Wolfram's head, and Conrad froze. He had been crawling out of the pool as if to escape.

"I-I thought you'd want to be alone…"

"No, you're going to stay here and see me make him mine," the Maou insisted, grabbing the towel off his waist and tossing it away. Wolfram's eyes widened.

"What… are you…" he stammered, but the Maou turned smiling eyes to him.

"I know you're not averse to it," the Maou purred, and Wolfram felt his hand curling around his stiffening member. He bit his lip, blushing. "You're already getting like this." The Maou's hand moved slowly over it, and Wolfram gasped, his eyes fluttering.

This is it.

He leaned closer to the Maou, who moved to meet him, pressing his lips to Wolfram's throat while he continued to fondle him softly.

It's finally happening. I can't stop it.

The Maou nipped his way up behind Wolfram's ear and licked the sensitive skin there.

He's going to take me now.

Wolfram groaned, arching his body into the Maou's. The ruler let out a pleased growl at the blonde's reaction, nipping more fiercely down to Wolfram's chest and squeezing him tightly. But then he raised back up again, kissing Wolfram's mouth and slipping his tongue inside without hesitation. The Maou's tongue twining with his own made Wolfram giddy. His body burned as the Maou kept stroking him, and when the king took Wolfram's hand and put it on his own erection, Wolfram caught his breath, wrapping both hands around the king's rod and feeling it with his fingers.

The Maou took his lips from Wolfram's with a grin. "You want that, don't you, Wolf?"

Wolfram turned red but nodded. He'd never have believed that he would want another man's cock. If it had been the normal Yuuri, he'd never allow it, but this Maou… He was so sure, so powerful. It made Wolfram's legs tremble.

"Get on your hands and knees," the king said quietly, and Wolfram dropped to all fours in front of him, blinking up at him. He saw the ruler smile and his cock twitch, so close to his mouth. "Get it wet, Wolf. You know how."

Wolfram shivered, but his erection strained at the thought of having the Maou's cock in his mouth, and he leaned forward, taking it inside. He knew it was amateurish, but the Maou seemed to be enjoying it as Wolfram licked it and moved his mouth over it to get it nice and wet. Then suddenly, the king pushed him gently back.

"That's enough, now turn around."

Without a word, Wolfram complied, looking back over his shoulder to watch the Maou kneel between his spread legs. He was so turned-on, but also a little afraid.

"I won't hurt you, Wolf," the Maou said, aiming his cock at Wolfram's entrance. Wolfram bit his lip, looking straight ahead. His eyes widened when he saw Conrad sitting with his back against the wall, watching with hazy eyes, stroking his own hard cock slowly at the scene in front of him. Wolfram turned red. His own half-brother was watching him have sex, and getting off to it!

But the Maou's member pushed inside, and Wolfram gasped, his head arching back. He heard Conrad groan at the sight, but Wolfram no longer cared. After the initial pain passed, nothing had ever felt as good as the Maou's cock inside of him. His head lowered, his mouth hanging open as he panted at the rhythm of the king moving in and out of him. He groaned, breathlessly whining. He felt the Maou's hands moving over his back, then slide down to grip his hips.

"Is that all right, Wolf?" the Maou purred. "Do you like that?"

Wolfram ground back to meet him in response, and the king picked up his pace.

"It looks like your brother has a problem," the king observed. "Come here, Conrad."

Conrad stood and moved over to where they were, half-afraid of what the Maou was planning. But when he heard what came out of the king's mouth, he grinned.

"Take care of your brother's problem, Wolf," the Maou said, and Wolfram's eyes widened. He saw himself reflected in Conrad's eyes, his face flushed, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazed with lust, and he didn't care. He would have done anything the Maou had told him to at that point. So he leaned forward, taking Conrad's cock into his mouth, sucking it in time with his body's bouncing off the Maou's hips.

Conrad groaned, twining his fingers into Wolfram's hair. Wolfram knew he shouldn't have Conrad's cock in his mouth, but he didn't care, just kept mouthing over it as the king moved inside him. He found he almost liked it. No, he did like it. After admitting that, he put all his effort into it, and Conrad was moaning in appreciation.

But at that moment, the Maou growled under his breath, and Wolfram felt himself flooded with warmth. Wolfram gasped, letting Conrad fall out of his mouth. When Yuuri was finished, he pulled out.

"Why, Wolf, you haven't finished," Yuuri observed. Wolfram blinked up at him. He smiled, then looked to Conrad. "Conrad, finish up here for me while I take a bath."

Wolfram looked helplessly up at Conrad's face but was way too hot to think of resisting when Conrad moved behind him and got between his legs where the Maou had been before. Yuuri was already in the bath and watching with a little smile as Conrad stuck his cock easily up into Wolfram.

Conrad was bigger than Yuuri, and Wolfram's eyes closed as he groaned. His face turned red when he thought of himself getting off on his half-brother's cock, but it only made him hotter, and Conrad's moving in and out of him felt so good he was whining and moving back to meet him. But they were both so close already, when Wolfram felt Conrad coming, it sent him over the edge, too, and he came with a whimper, biting his lip as he rode the wave until it was finished.