Unorthodox Strategy

 "Doing the same thing again and again will only yield the same results again and again. Sometimes, other methods are required for progress to be made." - Anonymous Alchemist

Extra tags: m/m, twink, handjob, blowjob, oral_creampie, analingus, anal, cowgirl_position, anal_creampie

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The Lord found himself standing up again, though he wasn't sure how he'd be able to fight. Maybe, at least, he could face his death with honour this way...

The Hero's foot kicked him backwards, and he found himself sat upon his throne, a sharp pain pulsing through him. His sword was halfway across the room, and the Hero's sword tip was placed at the Lord's neck. He met his nemesis' eyes with blazing defiance, daring him to get it over with.

"For generations now, my ancestors have bested and killed yours." The Hero told him "Again and again and again. And yet, it brings us no closer to peace. It is clear that another method is needed to stop the senseless death."

Before the Lord could move his lips to ask, the Hero's intentions became clear. With a few well-placed slashes, the Lord's robes were cut to ribbons, leaving him naked. The Hero dropped his sword, got onto his knees and took the Lord's shaft in soft, slender hands. The Lord couldn't suppress a moan as the Hero began to stroke.

The Lord's mind ran wild. This... this must be some kind of trick, surely? Nobody, not even a Hero, would be so naive as to think that-

Uuuuhn... He had to admit, he was rather enjoying this... The Hero's lips curved around the Lord's sack and sucked deeply. His right hand stroked it, his left resting on the Lord's thigh. The Lord felt the Hero's tongue gently pressing his sack before the sucking stopped and the Hero's tongue traced up the Lord's shaft, his mouth coming to rest around the Lord's head.

The Lord's hand moved on it's own, maneuvering behind the Hero's head and pushing downwards, encouraging him. The Hero obliged, allowing entryway between his luscious lips. The Lord didn't know what to think, or if he was capable of thought beyond the primal pleasure rushing through his bloodstream.

The Hero's mouth pushed lower, and the Lord felt the Hero's nose pressing against his groin. His tongue lapped at the sides of the Lord's shaft, and a singular moan escaped the Lord. A guttural groan that sounded as though it would come from someone of the lower classes.

The Hero seemed to sense that the Lord was close to his climax, and sucked deeply. The Lord's fingers dug firmly into the Hero's hair, his toes curled tightly, and his breaths came in ragged pants. The Hero looked upwards, directly into the eyes of the Lord, and the wall broke.

"Ahhhhhhhnnn!" The Lord moaned as he came, his load shooting down the Hero's throat. The Hero gulped it down as though it were a part of his duty, pressing his thumb to the base of the Lord's shaft and running it up, milking every worthwhile drop. 

The Lord could feel the breath returning to his lungs, the power returning to his fingertips. He saw a chance here; a chance to destroy the Hero, and finally claim ultimate power for himself. Yet, he stayed his hand. To his great shock, his immense lust for the Hero far outstripped his desire for power, or revenge. 

Maybe the Hero was right, and the time for death had passed. Right now, all The Lord's mind could think about was the Hero's smooth skin, practiced mouth, and the rich slap that came from the Hero smacking his own buttock. He wondered how the Hero would taste, and how tight his boyhole would be.

The Lord's hand caressed the Hero's cheek, and he found his voice at last "Clean me, won't you?"

The Hero's smile was better described as a beam. He eagerly set to work, his tongue licking all along the Lord's shaft, cleaning it of seed. More than once, the Lord winced, his sensitive shaft unaccustomed to such treatment.

When he was finished, the Hero spoke "Let us move to your bedroom. I doubt your throne has room for the both of us."

The Lord felt a smile curling his lips as he stood up. The Hero began walking, swaying his hips side to side. It was not a long walk to the bedroom, but it was long enough for them to briefly speak. 

The Hero spoke first as they headed down the hallway "I am... pleased you chose this option, Lord."

"As am I. We are both too removed from our ancestors to continue this... feud." The Lord answered "But let us speak of this later. For now, I wish to impale you in a far different manner to how my father would~"

The Lord waved his hand and the bedroom door swung open by itself, permitting entry to both. The moment they crossed the threshold, the Hero turned around and cupped the Lord's shaft, stroking it again. Simultaneously, The Lord placed his hands onto the Hero's buttocks and spread them apart. "I would taste of you, Hero." The Lord's words came out as a lustful whisper.

The Hero answered by backing away and crawling onto the bed, shaking his posterior side to side. His hole briefly opened and closed, inviting the Lord to indulge in it.

The Lord wasted no time, spreading the Hero's cheeks and letting his tongue wash over the Hero's starfish. It puckered against the Lord's tongue, which began to poke against it. The Lord pushed his tongue into the Hero's hole, and was met with a delectable taste.

"Nnnnnngh~" The Hero's moans were hastily stifled, as if he was afraid of the Lord discovering how much he enjoyed it.

After a mere half minute or less, the Lord backed up, a trail of drool connecting his mouth and the Hero's twitchy hole. He pushed a finger into the Hero's ass; the Hero's legs gave way and he moaned aloud, panting somewhat. The Lord chuckled to himself, pleased that he already knew one of his bedmate's turn-ons.

"I confess; I am eager to seal our place as decisive lovers." The Lord spoke "But some other day, I would see if I can make you climax with naught but my tongue~"

The Hero offered no objections, his cock twitching at the Lord's treatment of his boyhole. The Lord lay on the bed, standing his shaft directly upwards. It almost resembled an exceptionally rude gesture pointed towards the heavens, and the Lord reveled in the rush of defying his supposed destiny.

The Hero placed himself above the Lord's cock, his own glistening with anticipation. The Lord felt the Hero's hole with the tip of his shaft. The Hero licked his lips, took a deep breath. The Lord swallowed, placing his hands on the Hero's slender hips. And then-

"Ahhhhhhhhn!~"

"Uhhhhhhhhn!~"

It was hard to say who made which sound, as both were cacophonous and deafening. Neither the Hero nor the Lord cared, though. 

The Hero had already begun riding the Lord, using his knees to propel himself up and down. The Hero's hole was warm and inviting, and offered almost no resistance to the Lord's shaft. The Lord's hands explored the Hero's smooth body, before finally settling on his nipples, his thumbs rubbing them in time with the Hero's motions.

"Ah! I'm already going to-oooooooohhhh!" The Hero shouted as he came, his seed shooting onto the Lord's torso. 

The Lord paid little mind to the stain; he bucked his hips, taking some of the work off the Hero as the orgasmic bliss washed through him. For those few seconds, the Hero's tongue rolled upwards slightly, and his tongue hung out. It looked so lewd... and so undeniably sexy.

The Lord gently slapped the Hero's cheek, smiling. The Hero's face returned to normal, and then to a smile. The two locked eyes as both lovers nodded.

The Hero's hips began bouncing on the Lord's cock. His hole tight, and his cock still twitching with every push downwards. He leaned forwards and placed his hands on the Lord's shoulders for more leverage.

The Lord thrust back against his bedmate, his shaft pushing entirely into the Hero. The Hero's moans were sonorous and delightful, mixed with the tightening grip on the Lord's shoulders speaking volumes of his pleasures.

The Hero began to slam down onto the Lord's cock. His asscheeks clapped loudly against the Lord's thighs, a lustful drumbeat building faster and faster in tempo.

The Lord panted "Hero... I'm... nearly..."

"Inside me, Lord!" The Hero planted his rear onto the Lord's full length and shifted his hips side to side.

"Unnnnf!" The Lord grunted aloud as he came, his load shooting deep into the Hero. He lost grip on his lover and the Hero fell onto the Lord's torso. Instinctively, the Lord found his hands wrapping around the Hero, indulging in the smooth, soft flesh laying against his own.

For some time, they just lay there, enjoying the silence. The Lord only spoke when the Hero looked up into his eyes.

"By my count, I still owe you one." The Lord asked, smiling at his bedmate. "Another round, Hero?" 

"If you're up for it, Lord~" came the lascivious reply.

In the days, weeks, months and years to come, the realm would be granted a peace unlike any other. Not one gained through the repeated clashing of sword and spell, but through the coming together of a handsome Lord, and his beautiful Hero husband-to-be.