His Highness’ Uncharted Territory

cw: self pleasure lolololol

Elias's eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment as he realized the unexpected physical response to his thoughts about the Grand Duke. He quickly shifted in the bed, trying to ignore the sensation and willing it to go away. It was an awkward and confusing moment, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of desire and shame.

He closed his eyes tightly, attempting to redirect his thoughts to something less provocative. He thought about the events of the day, the academy, and the children he had met. Anything to distract him from the vivid memory of the Grand Duke's touch. Even if he poured all his effort to shoo away his thoughts, there's still the remnants from his memories.

Elias can't help but be captivated by the sight of the Grand Duke's fevered situation, how his whole body was flushed, tinges of reds anywhere, as if it's some dirty magazine. His cock twitches in anticipation as he slowly and sensually strokes himself, recalling what had happened earlier.

He continues to stroke himself, his breathing becoming heavier with each passing moment, as he starts to imagine inappropriate scenes to satisfy himself. 

In his ecstasy, it started with a gentle yet decisive motion, the Grand Duke positioned himself on his knees, his raven hair was braided as it rested to the side of his shoulder along with his earrings, his body angled in anticipation of the erotic pleasure that was to come. The Grand Duke's plum eyes locked with Elias, a mix of adoration, longing, and a hunger for pleasure shining within.

The Grand Duke's tongue moistened his lips in anticipation, his gaze never wavering as he leaned forward, drawing closer to Elias's throbbing cock. With delicate precision, he cradled it in his hand, feeling the heat and the pulsating desire emanating from it.

His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive tip, and tracing circles along the length, fully indulging in the taste and texture of Elias's arousal. The Grand Duke's mouth enveloped Elias's member, his lips forming a tight suction as he worked from base to tip, relishing the control he exerted over Elias's pleasure.

Each movement of his tongue, each gentle suction, was an act of worship and gratification. Elias unintentionally let out a moan as he continued to do so.

The Grand Duke's fingers teased and caressed Elias's balls, adding an additional layer of stimulation to the already heady mix of sensations. He lavished attention on every inch, savoring the intoxicating taste of Elias, allowing the power of his oral prowess to leave Elias writhing with desire.

The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, a delicious harmony of moans and whimpers that spoke of a connection forged in the depths of their desires. The Grand Duke brought Elias closer and closer to the precipice of release, his mastery and devotion evident in every expert movement.

As the Grand Duke teetered on the edge of ecstasy, Elias drew him to the pinnacle of pleasure, bringing him to the brink with tantalizing expertise, yet never quite pushing him over that edge. He reveled in the control, in feeling Elias's arousal throb against his tongue, in knowing he held the power to unleash Elias's release with a simple command.

The Grand Duke released Elias's shaft with a final, lingering lick, leaving him on the precipice of attainment as he pulled back, breathing heavily. The semen splattered to the Grand Duke's face, starting to his forehead down across to his face. As he finished pleasuring himself, the ecstasy also ended, leaving him with a thick amount of semen on his palm. Exhaustion washed over him, yet he hurriedly went to search for anything to clean his hand off. Luckily, there was a package of tissue, so he hurriedly grabbed enough to wipe his semen off. 

He sat on the edge of the bed, still reeling from the realization of what he had done. The feeling of guilt weighed heavily on his mind as he began to process the events that just took place. He realized that his lust had gotten the better of him, and he felt ashamed of his actions.

"Why did I do that?" he thought to himself, "What was I thinking?"

The feeling of regret was overwhelming, and he struggled to understand why he had succumbed to his desires so easily. He knew that he was better than this, but in that moment, he had been overcome by his hunger.

"I have to be stronger," he thought to himself, "I can't let my lust control me like that again." Then he involuntarily murmured, "I don't have a right to disrespect my king like this."

He vowed to himself that he would never let his desires control him like that again, and he knew that he would need to work on his self-control. He lay back in the bed, trying to come to terms with what had just happened, and hoping that he would be able to move on from this experience. Then, the feeling of regret and disappointment (for himself) slapped him back and forth.

Elias tucked himself under the quilt, and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply, he thought, 'Let's get over this, I have to prepare for the Academy tomorrow.' and fell asleep afterwards. 

The next morning, Elias awoke from a restless sleep, his mind still haunted by the passionate encounter with the Grand Duke. He groaned softly, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the memories of the previous night. He shifted under the quilt, trying to clear his mind and focus on the upcoming challenges at the Academy.

As he turned to glance out of the window, his eyes widened at the unexpected sight before him. There, in the courtyard below, the Grand Duke was engaged in a rigorous training session. Elias's gaze was drawn to the King's attire—a white long-sleeved blouse, overlaid with a tight-fitting corset that accentuated his slim yet muscular physique. The Grand Duke's raven-black hair was neatly tied in a braid, which to his surprise, it was accurately braided like in his ecstasy that left Elias breathless.

Goosebumps erupted in his body as he recalled what he did last night. He winced in regret. 

The scythe in the Grand Duke's hand gleamed in the morning sunlight as he executed precise and deadly strikes, the weapon an extension of his formidable presence. Elias couldn't tear his eyes away from the captivating display, a strange mix of desire and admiration coursing through him.

He knew he needed to get up and prepare for his first day at the Academy, but at that moment, he couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing figure of the Grand Duke, who seemed to embody strength, elegance, and a hint of danger all at once.

The Grand Duke's movements with the scythe were nothing short of mesmerizing and awe-inspiring. As Elias continued to watch from his window, he couldn't help but be entranced by the fluidity and grace of the Grand Duke's practice.

The scythe seemed to be an extension of the Grand Duke's own body, as if they were one. With each swing, twirl, and strike, he moved with a combination of precision and elegance that was simply breathtaking. His steps were perfectly coordinated, and the scythe sliced through the air with a deadly yet beautiful precision.

The morning sunlight danced off the polished blade of the weapon, creating a dazzling display of glimmering reflections. Beads of sweat glistened on the Grand Duke's flushed skin, accentuating the contours of his toned muscles.

Elias couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. It was as if he was witnessing a masterful dance, a symphony of movement and skill that left him both inspired and enchanted. The Grand Duke's dedication to his training was evident in every gesture, and Elias couldn't help but admire the King's commitment to self-improvement.

As the Grand Duke continued his practice, Elias found himself silently cheering him on from the window, appreciating the rare opportunity to witness such a captivating display of strength and prowess. Not until he was interrupted by a servant, knocking through the door.

"Pardon my intrusion," The servant started as she twisted open the knob and pushed the door open, her other hand was holding a great pile of clothes. "Oh.. Master Elias, you've risen." She remarked, "The Grand Duke told me to give you these Academy's uniforms, He was informed that you were transferred to the academy." 

Elias was momentarily pulled from his mesmerized state by the servant's arrival. He quickly composed himself, his eyes still lingering on the Grand Duke's impressive display of martial prowess from his window.

"Thank you," Elias replied, taking the neatly folded uniforms from the servant's outstretched hand, "I appreciate the Grand Duke's thoughtfulness. Please convey my gratitude to him."

The servant nodded and offered a warm smile, "Of course, Master Elias. If there's anything else you need or any questions about the academy, don't hesitate to ask."

Elias thanked her once more, and she exited the room, leaving him alone with the new academy uniforms. As he turned his gaze back to the window, he couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of determination and excitement about his upcoming journey into academia. The Grand Duke's unexpected support only fueled his motivation to excel and make the most of this opportunity.

Elias immediately dressed himself up soon after he washed his face. The uniform is more or less identical to the dame's, nevertheless, it has a bigger difference if an eye has seen it, they'll eventually know where and what level the student is. For goodness sake, why is there no clock in the guest room?! Elias urged himself downstairs, afraid that he might be late, he didn't spared any glance in the manor, which he thought, it was the palace so confidently lead his own way to the exit, for the reason that he was confidence since he was now familiar to its directions, but to his surprise, he came in the courtyard..

'Oh right..' Elias thought, 'I'm at the grand manor..' 

Now, Elias lost his track, he couldn't recall where the carriage entered last night, but as he turned his head to look out, Elias felt a sudden, unexpected tug on his waist as he turned to leave the courtyard. Startled, he found himself being pulled in the opposite direction by a strong, yet gentle force. His heart raced as he stumbled slightly, regaining his balance as he looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.

It didn't take long for Elias to realize that it was the Grand Duke himself who had grasped him and was guiding him in a different direction. His initial surprise gave way to a mixture of relief and nervousness as he met the Grand Duke's intense gaze.

Elias looked down to his waist— it was the scythe's edge. 

"Your Grace," Elias stammered, his voice betraying his bewilderment, "I... I must have taken a wrong turn. I was heading for the exit but got lost in the manor."

The Grand Duke didn't say a word, his grip on Elias remaining firm as he led him down a different path within the grand manor. Elias could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the proximity of the nobleman only adding to his anxiety. What could the Grand Duke possibly want from him now?

The Grand Duke's eyes scanned him, his earrings fluttering in motion, "The uniform suited you better," he said as he pulled the scythe in closer as it also pulled Elias, "You look very handsome." 

Elias couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment from the Grand Duke. His heart continued to race as the Grand Duke's intense gaze bore into him, and the sensation of being drawn closer by the scythe only added to the intensity of the moment.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Elias replied, his voice a little shaky, "I appreciate the uniform... and your kind words."

The Grand Duke's presence was undeniably captivating, and Elias found himself momentarily lost in those deep, plum-colored eyes. He tried to maintain his composure, reminding himself of the academy and the responsibilities that awaited him. Yet it was interrupted momentarily as the Grand Duke spoke again, "I heard from Ms. Somerset that you have an excellent penmanship, good at arithmetics and reading, which she considered to transfer you at the academy," 

He continued, "I'm very proud of you."

Those are the words that Elias rarely heard from his own father, which made it more special because he has feelings for the Grand Duke.

Elias's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he listened to the Grand Duke's words. Pride, gratitude, and an undeniable affection for the Grand Duke welled up inside him. The fact that the Grand Duke had taken an interest in his abilities and was proud of him meant more than he could express.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Elias replied, his voice filled with genuine appreciation, "Your words mean a lot to me."

The Grand Duke removed the scythe's edge with a swing, to up close, the scythe's about the Grand Duke's height with a foot length. This was the Dämonisch's Royal Scythe. The Royal Scythe is a masterpiece of blacksmithing, forged from the finest steel known to the kingdom. Its blade is razor-sharp, with a dark, obsidian-like sheen that glistens under certain lighting conditions. The hint of violet in its design is achieved through a subtle, intricate inlay of violet gemstones along the scythe's hilt and pommel. The blade of the scythe is curved and wickedly sharp, resembling the crescent moon. It is both a symbol of power and a practical tool. The edge is engraved with ancient Dämonisch symbols and patterns, signifying the lineage and the unity of the kingdom.

It was said that the Royal Scythe represents various aspects of Dämonisch culture and history. Its crescent-shaped blade symbolizes the moon, which is associated with guidance, cycles, and the passing of time. The violet gemstones embedded in the weapon represent the royal lineage and the unique connection between the monarch and the kingdom.

Elias's ocean eyes wandered and scanned the Royal Scythe in awe, it was his first time obviously, so, it is such an experience and an honor to see the Royal Scythe. It is either the servants in the palace or manor and the enemies could see the Royal Scythe, not some commoners like him.

The Grand Duke spoke, "It's your first time seeing a scythe?" 

Elias tore his gaze away from the mesmerizing Royal Scythe and nodded, his voice filled with reverence, "Yes, Your Grace. I've heard of its significance and power, but I've never had the privilege of seeing one up close. It's truly a remarkable and awe-inspiring weapon."

He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that the Grand Duke wielded such a symbol of power and authority. The scythe was more than just a weapon; it was a representation of the kingdom's history and the monarch's connection to it.

The Grand Duke gazed at the Royal Scythe, a hint of pride in his eyes, "Indeed, it is a symbol of our kingdom's strength and unity. The Royal Scythe has been passed down through generations of Dämonisch rulers. It serves as a reminder of our responsibilities and the need to protect our people."

Over the centuries, the Royal Scythe has become the subject of many legends and tales within the kingdom. Some stories tell of heroic monarchs using the scythe to protect their people, while others speak of its mystical properties in times of great need.

While primarily a symbol of authority and heritage, the Royal Scythe has a practical purpose as well. It may have originally been used for tasks such as agriculture, symbolizing the royal family's connection to the land. In ceremonies, it's a potent emblem, often wielded by the reigning monarch during important events and rituals. Which also be used when the Grand Duke ascended to the throne.

"Becky, what time is it?" The Grand Duke asked. 

Becky replied, "8:30 am, Your Grace."

"And what time does the academy start?" The Grand Duke asked again.

"9:00 am, Your Grace." Becky responded.

The Grand Duke's eyes widened slightly as he realized the time. He turned his attention back to Elias, a sense of urgency in his voice, "Elias, the academy starts in thirty minutes. We should hurry if we don't want you to be late on your first day."

Elias nodded, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Being late on the first day would not make a good impression, "You're right, Your Grace. I need to get going."

The Grand Duke walked with him toward the waiting carriage, his pace quick and determined, "Becky, prepare the carriage. We need to get Elias to the academy on time."

Becky nodded and hurried off to make the necessary arrangements. The Grand Duke turned to Elias with a reassuring faint smile, "You'll do great, Elias. Remember, I'm proud of you, and I have every confidence in your abilities."

Elias couldn't help but smile back, grateful for the Grand Duke's support. "Thank you, Your Grace. I'll do my best."

As they approached the waiting carriage, Elias couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the new chapter that awaited him at the academy. With the Grand Duke's encouragement, he felt ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

The Grand Duke stood a few steps away with the Royal Scythe in his grasp as the carriage approached. Elias took one last glance at the Grand Duke before rushing to the carriage while he held the urge to hug the Grand Duke, or even kiss him on the cheek.

Elias managed to suppress his overwhelming emotions, though his heart ached to express his gratitude and affection in a more physical manner. He knew the boundaries and the formalities that came with their positions. As he climbed into the carriage, he turned to look at the Grand Duke one more time, his eyes filled with unspoken words. 

The Grand Duke met his gaze and gave him a nod of encouragement, "Go on, Elias. Make the most of your time at the academy. I'll be waiting to hear about your achievements." 

Elias nodded, his voice filled with determination, "I won't disappoint you, Your Grace."

NAPPEN'S EXTRAS

Elias: [sighing] Nappen…

Nappen: [looking up from his notes, a mischievous grin on his face] Elias, my man! What's got you sighing like you just stepped out of a fatherly responsibility?

Elias: [rolls his eyes] I just read the latest chapter. What on earth possessed you to write... that?

Nappen: [laughs] Ah, you mean the unexpected rendezvous with the Grand Duke? It's all about adding a bit of spice, my son. Keeps the readers hooked.

Elias: [blushing] Spice? That was more like a five-course meal of embarrassment and... and... I can't even describe it.

Nappen: fucking virgin. [laughs]

Elias: [crosses his arms] I'm not sure the "unexpected" is the right word here. It was more like a plunge into the unknown.

Nappen: [chuckles] Come on, Elias! Readers love a good twist, and your interactions with the Grand Duke needed a dash of the unexpected.

Elias: [glares] Well, I could have done without that particular dash, thank you very much.

Nappen: [grinning] It's all part of the narrative, my son. A bit of tension, a bit of embarrassment—it makes the story more interesting.

Elias: [sarcastically] Interesting? I'm just trying to survive at the academy, and you throw in... that.

[Kaiser entering the room at the background]

Elias: [panicking] do not speak a fucking word.

Nappen: [laughs] Elias, you've got to learn to embrace the unexpected. It keeps things lively.

Elias: [whispering] Nappen, I am this close to strangling you with your own pen.