Innocent Prisoner

Part 5

The whole kingdom fell silent, awaiting the Prince's explanation. The Prince gazed at the woman in front of him with a sad and lost expression. Without a word, he had convinced her not to pass judgement just yet.

The Fate stood again and announced to the kingdom her ruling. "I give this kingdom three days. In those three days, I will converse with the elders about this sentence. Your Queen is still in rule. The Prince shall be free of his restraints. People of Mallent, I wish to see no revoltion in your streets or your palace." The woman said sternly, before looking in the direction of the X-Men. "As for you, strangers, your service is no longer required. I shall post watch over this kingdom until the elders have deliberated."

"I aint goin anywhere, lady. Not until that boy don't have to worry about rottin in a cell until you get back. I'm stayin right here." Logan stepped forward and released his claws. He glanced to either side of him as his friends stepped forward also.

Rheyne stared at Logan in amazement. He hadn't known the outsiders long, and yet they were willing to stay eventhough they were dismissed. He let a soft smile trickle across his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Rogue ran over to help the Prince to his feet and keep him from falling to the floor out of exhaustion. "Shh, it's ok shugah, Ah got ya." She felt him tremble uncontrollably, and motioned for Remy to come help her.

Remy had caught the prince as he collapsed, weakly. Gambit picked him up with Rheyne's legs dangling over one arm and his head on Gambit's opposite shoulder. "Don't worry, mon ami, I won't let you fall." Remy and Rogue rejoined the others and watched as the Fate remained calmly fixed on Logan.

"Very well, stranger. I leave the safety of the Prince in your hands. Do not fail me." The woman spoke as she vanished in a mist. The Queen's bonds loosened and fell to the floor, evaporating as they reached the cement.

Jean had come to stand in front of Remy, who was still holding the now sleeping Prince. She examined him quickly before turning to the Queen and requesting a warm bath and a hot meal, as well as clean clothing for the slight boy. To her amazement, the Queen had agreed to the request. Silently, she and the others followed the Queen back into the castle and down a long corridor to a room.

Remy had recognized the room as being the Queen's bed chambers. Servants had placed clean clothing for the Prince, on the bed. They brushed past him on their way to run bathwater. Remy was instructed to lay the Prince on the bed, before being shown to a guest room along with the others.

"I'm not leaving the boy alone. I told the lady, now I'm tellin you." Logan stated, sitting beside Rheyne on the bed and starting to undress him. When he had finished, he picked him up and headed for the washroom. As Logan reached the bath, Rheyne had come around and was begging Logan to stop whatever he was about to do. "Shhh, boy, I aint gonna hurt you. Just gonna get ya clean, and then we're gonna get ya fed." Logan's voice was soft and barely broke a whisper. Setting him in the bath, he looked over his shoulder to see Illyria standing in the doorway, watching him as he bathed the weak boy.

Rheyne averted his eyes as he became used to the hot water. "I don't deserve to have my kingdom back. I have been a disgrace to my people, and my wife has forced me to live in shame of what my father has done in the name of this marriage." Rheyne whispered softly, reaching up to rest a hand on Logan's left arm. He stared at his hand on the brawny man's arm for a moment before catching Logan's eye. Rheyne continued to brush his fingers against the soft flannel material and moan almost inaudibly as Logan's hand moved over his manhood.

Illyria had been still standing in the doorway, watching the two men. She was now walking up behind Logan and had started massaging his shoulders. She knelt beside him and rested her chin on his shoulder. "I know he's had his eyes on you, since you've come here. Big, strong, fierce. He has been waiting for you. If you feel like pleasuring him, I'll leave my quarters to you. Or, shall we invite the one called 'Remy' to join?" She had slowly started to run a hand up his hairy chest. She smiled as he closed his eyes and dropped his head to watch her play with his shirt buttons.

Logan moaned and sighed at the touch. He sensed the boy pulling back from him. He realised he still had hold of Rheyne's manhood, and was absently stroking and squeezing it while he was distracted with the Queen's massagings. With his other hand, Logan reached up and grabbed the Queen's roaming hand on his chest and held it tightly. "I don't do threesomes, lady. And I don't take advantage of weak little boys when they're down. I'm here to see that you don't pull this kind of shit. Not make a pass at him to please your sick mind." With that, Logan let go of both of them and finished bathing the now trembling boy. He then reached for a cloth that had been laid on a chair, beside the bath, and began to dry the Prince off. Holding on to the towel in his free hand, he wrapped his other arm around Rheyne and lifted him out of the water. Logan began to dry the rest of him off and tried to deversify his attention between the two people. Looking at Rheyne, he noticed the boy had started to weep, silently.

Rheyne didn't acknowledge the brawny man or the Queen, who had been watching the whole display silently. Instead, he kept his eyes on the floor and let his tears flow freely. As Logan continued drying him off, his breath caught and he gasped in horror as the Queen's head guard entered the room. Rheyne tensed and froze, reaching for Logan and trying to hide himself in the colours of the man's yellow and black shirt. The Prince had begun shaking again, and wrapped his arms around Logan's neck, pulling him ever closer. He didn't relax until he felt Logan's arms around him, and heard Logan's voice trying to calm him down.

The guard sniffed at the scene and acknowledged the Queen. Kneeling, he informed the Queen that the other X-Men were clean and awaiting the their presence in the dining hall. With his head still bowed, he looked to where Logan and the Prince were still locked in embrace. He sneered at the hairy man and returned his attention to the Queen's feet.

"Very good. Tell them we shall join them shortly. My husband must be dressed and composed before dinner." She waved her hand and the guard left as swiftly as he had come. Illyria walked over to the doorway and gave one last look before leaving them to calm down.

"Hey, kid. He's gone. They both are. What d'ya say we get you dressed and down to eat, huh?" Logan had started stroking the boy's damp hair with the cloth, and trying to convince the still shivering and now panting hysterically Prince that they were alone. Logan reached around and wrapped the boy in the thick white cloth as he gently picked him up off the chair. Feeling Rheyne cling to him even more, he whispered softly into his ear, "Ok, ok.. I'm right here." Logan had picked him up and carried him back out to the bed, just as Remy had done.

Reaching the bed, and sitting the boy down on the side on the bed, Logan began to stand up and give the boy some space to change. Catching the older man, Rheyne forced his mouth to press against the other man's. In shock, Wolverine drew his claws out and pulled back in surprise.

Rheyne and the Queen were taken aback by this movement. Before Logan could apologize, Rheyne had abandonned the cloth and scampered across the bed to where the shocked Queen had been standing. Resheathing his blades, Wolverine began backing away from the bed.

Logan dropped his hands to his sides, limply. He sighed at what he had done to frighten the already physically and mentally exhausted prince, and now the Queen. He was sure the boy wouldn't trust him again, after what happened. "I'll wait by the window, until you're dressed." He began backing up toward the window. Leaning against it, he folded his arms and stared at the floor.

"Come here, please." Rheyne suddenly spoke, hoarsely. He waved the brawny man back to the bed. Graciously, the man did as he was asked to. "Your hands are strange and strong, yet soft and kind. Please show me, again." The Prince crawled back over to Logan and arranged himself to a kneeling position on the bed. He began examining the man's hands, separately. He stared at Logan's fingers in fascination. Feeling his body shake again, he brought a finger to his lips and kissed it. Gently, he loosely sucked at each tip until he heard Logan start to moan in pleasure.

The Queen, who had been silently watching from the bedside, slid out of her heeled shoes and calmly walked across the room to a chair that had been placed a considerable distance from the end of her huge satin covered bed. She smiled and watched as her husband began to explore the older, more brawny man.

Wolverine watched the boy in muted shock. He knew the Queen had put him through alot of pain and mind games, but he never thought the Prince would initiate something with a stranger to his kingdom. Logan felt the younger man's hands all over him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes at the slow sensation that was becoming more and more enticing as the teasing went on. Logan's eyes flew open as he felt his jeans being unfastened. He looked to see the boy begin to remove the foreign material and sink down to a sitting position. Logan's eyes met with young, uncertain ones. "Don't think you have to do this, if you don't want to. Besides, you really aint in your right mind, Highness." He whispered to the boy who was lost in almost a drugged state. Logan felt his errection grow ever harder as the boy came closer and closer to his groin.

At that moment, Rheyne raised up casually and brought his lips to the man's ear and whispered, "Please. I know you don't feel about me the same, but I just need someone to make me feel human again." He began placing light kisses along Wolverine's jaw line. Not anticipating Logan's next move, he was clearly shocked as Logan placed his big strong hands on his slim shoulders and eased him back down to a lying position on the bed. Rheyne trembled slightly, as he watched the older man finish taking off his shirt and removing his jeans and boxers completely. Eyeing the brawny man's legnth, Rheyne forced his legs apart but remained resting on his elbows until the man towered over him. Replacing his eyes on Logan's, he waited to feel the man above him become rough and bruising with him. But, instead it was replaced with gentle and slow strokes. Judging by the burly man's physical looks and body size, the Prince knew it was going to be a rough experience for the both of them. He swallowed hard and forced a passive look to let the other man know he was ok with the idea.

Logan placed a calloused hand on Rheyne's bare and thin chest and eased him back so that he was now laying flat on the bed. Logan took a deep breath and then turned to fix a cold stare on the Queen, who was watching with amusement. He looked back at the boy who was now spreading his legs further apart to accompany the bigger man. With his hearing, he listened to the boy's frantic panting and rushed heartbeat. He leaned over the boy and placed a hand beside Rheyne's right shoulder. With his right, he touched the boy's left cheek and let his thumb slide across the boy's trembling lips. Logan brought his head down and kissed the boy's lips,just as he had done earlier to him. Moving the hand from Rheyne's cheek, he placed it on Rheyne's now fully erect manhood and began lightly stroking it. Letting the boy moan against his lips and feeling two thin young hands rest themselves on Logan's muscular hips, he released the kiss and asked in a tone just above a whisper, "Are you sure, kid?" Seeing the boy nod, he placed two fingers in the boy's mouth and let him moisten them just enough. When Logan felt they were slick enough, he removed them from the warm and hungry mouth and placed them at the kid's tight entrance. Pushing the first finger in to the knuckle, he paused as the boy tensed in pain and then relaxed. He waited, and let the boy draw his legs up so that they were pointing to the ceiling. Logan started to slide the first finger out and then back in, slowly, letting the boy get used to the intruding digit. Hearing gasps and moans from the young man told Logan he could insert the second finger and let the young man get used to the stretching width.

The Queen who had been silent all this time, let an "mmmm" breathe out from her throat. She remained in the chair, and was holding on to the arm with one hand, and lazily rubbing her stomach with the other. She was reclined with her building attention nagging at her to join. Yet, she remained in her seat, and crossed her legs, right over left. She let her right leg swing slightly, and imagined in anticipation her husband moaning and writhing in pain/pleasure at this huge beast of a man that was pounding inside him.

Rheyne stared at the tall ceiling, waiting for his new lover to force himself in and go at an erratic pace until he acheived release. He gasped loudly as he felt himself being spread more and another finger had been inserted into him. His mind focused on Logan's member. It was about as long as his own, but Logan's width clearly outdid Rheyne's, only by a few centimeters. the Prince shuddered as he thought about having another man inside him. Pushing himself deeper into the slight Prince. He wondered what Logan's orgasm felt like, if it hurt or if Logan pulled out before hand to spray the white liquid onto Rheyne's sweat-beaded stomach. Those thoughts were brought to a hault as a third finger was inserted into him. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out in pain.

Logan stopped completely and was about to pull out completely when the younger man grabbed his wrist of the hand that was inside him, and gave Wolverine a reassuring look. With his free hand, he dabbed at the tears that formed at the corners of the Prince's eyes, and then smiled warmly. "Shhh, it'll be ok." He whispered, and removed his fingers from the tight opening, and encircling them on his own hard and pulsing with heat manhood. He rested the tip at the boy's entrance. With a fixed stare on the boy's face, he squeezed at his hard legnth and let a puddle of pre-come overflow onto the tip. Working at it with his thumb, he gently pushed the head into the tight opening and again waited for the young man to catch his breath and give the ok for him to proceed.

The Queen gasped in excitement. Her eyes danced across Logan's burly features before gradually focussing on his manhood that was now steadily inching it's way into her husband's panting form. Her eyes shifted to see the Prince's face. He had turned his head to look at the Queen. By his expression, he seemed shocked that she wasn't repulsed by this encounter that he had started. On the contrary, she had been very consumed in this display and was now sitting on the edge of her seat watching intently. She smiled at him and let him give a slight smile back before returning his attention to his new lover.

Logan was now fully inside Rheyne. Pulling out, he felt the younger man's hands on his hips again and was now being guided back in. The space was tight and he noticed that the Prince was straining himself to relax and let Logan take over. His nose picked up the faint scent of blood- the Prince's, and excitement wafting from the other side of the big room, the Queen's excitement. He began to quicken his pace a bit, working himself into a frenzy. If he could just push his orgasm, he wouldn't feel so many eyes on him and they could move on.

Rheyne had begun panting again and his body was now outlined in a bright flourescant blue. He was close to orgasm. And he could tell, so was Logan. Rheyne closed his eyes and whimpered. Logan was now at an erratic rate and moving faster and deeper as his climax continued to build. Rheyne gripped at Logan's hips and panted loudly as the older man pushed himslef to the hilt into Rheyne and kept it there until the pulsing tremors subsided and the two spent bodies collapsed and rested beside each other in exhaustion. Rheyne himself orgamsed, and thick liquid sprayed across his tight stomach.

The Queen jumped to her feet and applauded the two gentlemen at the spectacular show. She strode quickly over to them and congratulated Logan for giving in to his animal instincts and taking her husband in a fit of passion.

Panting, Logan sat up and stared at her litterally inches from her. "I did it because the boy needed some compassion in this cold place. I aint makin a habit of fuckin him like your guard wants to do. And, I let you watch this so you'd know how to make love to him, yourself, instead of playin sick mind games with him just for your damn child." He looked over and Rheyne, who had sat up and was staring back at him in sleepy shock. "Let's get cleaned up and dressed. I get just a bit grumpy when I haven't eatin in a few days." With that, he sauntered back in to the washroom, only stopping to pick up his clothing that lay in a pile on the floor.


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to be continued....