Breaking the Knight (ShikamaruNara & BlissfulEternity
 

Twelve years. It had been twelve years since all of this chaos had happened. As the warmth of a mouth wrapped around both his king sized dick and balls, the only thought he had on his mind was how everything had changed for him. He didn't like remembering these things, remembering his past life. The fearsome man sat sturdy on his gold throne, peering at a line of young teen boys and girls, each looking to be around 17. All of them were not much of a sight. All had tattered clothing with scratches and slight bruises on their skin. The lord's eyes scanned the line-up, seeing a male with shoulder length blonde hair. While the boy's hair might be his identifying feature, it was the boy's full lips that caught his attention. "You! Come here! Now!" The lord commanded, pointing in front of him.

The boy rushed over to the throne and stood in front of the king. "You know what to do." The boy had a scared look in his eyes, but he knew he had to do it. He walked towards the mighty lord and got on his knees, situating himself between two older teens who were already hard at work. One was a female redhead who looked about 19. She was eagerly sucking on the lord's giant balls. The other was a brown haired boy, about the same age as him. He had been sucking on the large, bulbous head of the lord, but had moved down to the shaft to make room for the new mouth.

The lord ran a strong hand through his short, brown hair. He continued to scan the massive hall they were in, which was a part of the castle he now ruled. Dyrus never believed that he would ever rule a kingdom. He was never raised with that leadership mentality. He remembered it all to well. Dyrus of the House Lightseeker, the King's right-hand family. For generations, House Lightseeker had been the King's most loyal citizens, with the males always being high ranking knights. Dyrus had spent all his life knowing only one thing: protect the king. He was squired at 11 and became the youngest ever to be knighted at 13. He fought in several battles and became part of the king's guard at 16. By the time he was 18, Dyrus had become a highly decorated war veteran and was declared a knight sovereign, in charge of personally protecting the king. He did his job well, for only a year, when everything changed.

"Enough! You disgrace your Lord!" Dyrus shouted at the poor souls who tried to please him. "You pitiful fools make for horrible whores! Get them out of my sight!" The three teens were whisked away from the throne and carried into another room, where the impaling of swords were heard, and a medley of screams. Dyrus was beyond frustrated. It had been months since they had last been at war, and he was anxious to make a move, but he was down men and all the men he received were cowards or incompetent. He was in desperate need of a prodigy.

Twelve years, it had been twelves years sense Arsal had felt anything but emptiness in his life. Arsal was born into a small tribe of Knights that specialized in stealth and tactics, at the age of 6 you started learning the ways of the tribe, much like the Spartans, their training was life or death, either you lived to succeed or you died and was forgotten. Arsal was the first to ever master stealth at the age of 12, and the youngest to ever join a war and come back alive at the age of 13. The boy was naturally gifted and went on to prove himself to many Kings of the Kingdoms surrounding the small unknown village, usually every 4-6 years his Village would bring the surviving warriors to the Kingdoms as Personal Guards and Knights. Arsal however after being knighted completely changed, he hated having a broad sword, being in bright shiny armor, having to just stand around and look terrifying. Thus he began his Assassin contracts, he loved watching peoples eyes as they saw his blade slide into their bodies not knowing he was ever there int he first place.

Arsal currently was hired to kill a tyrannical King who was abducting teenager males and females from the surrounding Kingdoms, Arsal of course didn't do it for them, but for his people, their tribe managed to stay hidden for a millennium and he wasn't going to let someone jeopardize their lives. Arsal would think of several ways to kill this monster, poison his food, killing him in his sleep, disguising himself as a servant and waiting for his chance. The thought of such an opportunity to kill a King was very exciting for him. Arsal would stop right before approaching the castle grounds, "Hmm... No guards... Either he is cocky, he has very little man power, or he is smarter then people give him credit for..." he said softly. Arsal decided to take the normal route, once he was close to the wall he began to scale the castle wall, which wasn't to difficult with all the loose bricks and spikes lining the walls to prevent normal intruders. Once Arsal made it to a window he looked in and saw a guard coming his way, he hung on the edge of the window and waited before pulling himself up and grabbing the man, tossing him over himself.

Arsal would watch the man become impaled and entangled in the spikes on the wall, he would climb into the castle and sigh before running down the halls before taking to the scaffolding as to avoid any more guards which he saw little of. Once Arsal got a basic idea of the layout he made his way to the King's bedroom. The location of his bedroom was painfully obvious, being the only one with gold double doors, "How... Dramatic." was all Arsal could say before opening the doors slowly and peering inside, he looked around to see no one, he then entered and closed the doors behind him quietly before figuring out where to hide for now. Arsal removed his turban and wrapped it around his waist before sliding under the kings bed, he didn't want to be anywhere further from the King to ensure a flawless victory. What the boy didn't know was that just like himself the King was also very observant.