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BlissfulEternity · August 27th, 13, 01:29 AM

Name: Lord Dyrus Terrorwind
Appearance: http://yaoiai.com/gallery/showphoto....hot-sp/cat/563
Age: 31
Height: 7'2
Weight: 280 lbs
Cock Size: 11 inches, thick, uncut
Personality: Clever, manipulative, strong

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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.

August 27th, 13, 01:29 AM	#1
BlissfulEternity Senior Member BlissfulEternity is offline Join Date: Nov 2012 Posts: 1,123	Breaking the Knight (ShikamaruNara & BlissfulEternity Name: Lord Dyrus Terrorwind Appearance: http://yaoiai.com/gallery/showphoto....hot-sp/cat/563 Age: 31 Height: 7'2 Weight: 280 lbs Cock Size: 11 inches, thick, uncut Personality: Clever, manipulative, strong ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.