A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Prince Kian, son of the king and queen of Azela. On this day, the entire kingdom was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the ball when the daughters of noble families have a chance to meet Kian and have a chance at winning his heart.

The women in the crowd whispered, squealed, and some even fainted. So predictable. As he expected.

The demiboy's plea for help tugged at Kian's heartstrings, but he knew better than to trust such a tale. Still, there was something about the boy that made him stand out among the other women present. He nodded curtly and gestured for one of his guards to bring the boy closer. "What is your name?" he asked, voice calm and confident.

The name rolled off his tongue smoothly. "Very well, Sunny Heartsong," he said, studying the boy's features more closely now. There was something about him that was... intoxicating. It made Kian feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. Perhaps this would be an interesting addition to the ball after all. "I will help you, Sunny."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "But I must ask something of you in return."

Kian leaned in closer, his dark eyes boring into Sunny's. "I want you to belong to me." He paused, taking a step back as he said the words, watching for the boy's reaction. "Not just for tonight," he clarified when Sunny's face paled slightly at the suggestion. "For as long as you wish. I will be your protector and your master."

There was silence for a moment before Kian added softly, almost to himself, "I think... I could love you."

Kian felt his heart leap at the boy's eager agreement. He hadn't expected such a response, not in this room full of women vying for his attention. But there was something about Sunny that made him feel... complete. "Good," he said, his voice thick with emotion as he took another step closer. Reaching out, he gently cupped the boy's cheek and lifted it up until their eyes met.

"From this moment on, you are mine to protect and command."

Kian felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of those beautiful eyes looking up at him, filled with nothing but trust and love. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Sunny's, their first kiss. It was gentle yet firm, a claiming that left no doubt as to who now owned whom. As they parted, Kian couldn't help but smile softly, feeling an odd sense of peace wash over him.

"Now," he said, his voice once again confident and in control, "

"I'm sorry if that was too forward," he murmured, touching his lips to the palm of one hand before holding it out to stroke the boy's cheek with featherlight gentleness. "It was just... I have been alone for so long, and you are everything I didn't know I was missing."

Kian smiled again, this time more genuinely. "Come with me, Sunny," he said softly, taking the boy's hand in his own. "

Kian felt the softness of the boy's skin against his own, and it was like a balm to his soul. He squeezed Sunny's hand gently, reassuringly, as they made their way through the crowd. The other nobles parted before them without a word, seeming to sense that something special had just transpired between the two of them.

As they left the throne room and entered a private chamber, Kian turned to face Sunny.

"I want you to know that I will take care of you, Sunny," he said softly. "You no longer need to be afraid or alone." His gaze traveled over the boy's body, taking in every detail. "And I promise... tonight, you will feel safe and protected in my arms."

Kian stepped closer, cupping Sunny's face once more. With a tenderness that belied his years, he brushed his lips against the boy's, this time deeper and more passionate than before.

Kian moaned into the kiss as he felt Sunny's body melt against his own, returning his affection with an intensity that left him breathless. He deepened the kiss further, tongue dancing with the boy's, their mutual desire growing by the second.

With a gentle nudge of his hips, Kian pressed Sunny backwards until he was pinned against the wall, still holding him close as they continued to kiss hungrily.

Kian's hands roamed over Sunny's body, touching and caressing him in ways he had never been touched before. He marveled at the softness of his skin, the curvature of his hips and chest, the warmth that seemed to emanate from every pore. It was as if Sunny were made of fire, and Kian could feel himself burning up just by being near him.

Hearing the whimper and moan escape Sunny's lips sent a shiver down Kian's spine. He felt his own desire intensify as he continued to touch and caress the boy, exploring every inch of him with hungry fingers. It was then that he noticed how sensitive Sunny seemed to be, particularly around his chest and stomach. With a wicked grin, he lowered his head and began to nibble on the delicate skin there, eliciting a sharp gasp from the boy beneath him.

Kian growled low in his throat as he felt Sunny's body start to give way under him, pleasure washing over him at the boy's helpless surrender. He released one of his hands to cup the back of Sunny's head, holding him still even as he continued to nibble and suckle on his chest and stomach. His free hand traveled lower, sliding between their bodies to tease at the hem of Sunny's shirt, fingers itching to touch his smooth skin again.

His dominance over Sunny heightened by his knowledge that he had brought the boy to the brink of pleasure against his will, Kian continued to tease and torment him with his mouth and hands. He felt a surge of power course through him as he watched Sunny squirm helplessly beneath him, moaning and whimpering for release. It was then that he finally gave in to temptation, reaching down to stroke the length of Sunny's hard cock through his pants.

"Do you want this?"

Kian smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement despite the seriousness of their situation. "Good," he purred, leaning down to brush his lips against Sunny's neck. "Then show me." He pulled back slightly, giving the boy room to move before sliding a hand between them again, guiding Sunny's hand towards the growing bulge in his pants.

"Touch it," he commanded softly. "Make it feel good for me."

Kian hissed out a breath as he felt Sunny's trembling hands close around him, stroking him with gentle but firm movements. He could feel himself growing harder and more needy with every touch, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. His hips bucked forward against the boy's grip, seeking deeper contact, as he moaned his approval into Sunny's ear. "That's it," he whispered hoarsely. "Touch me like that and I'll make sure you feel good too."

Kian's eyes flashed open, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation of Sunny's tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He growled low in his throat as pleasure coursed through him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. His hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking more contact with the wet heat of Sunny's mouth and tongue.

"Fuck," he groaned, unable to contain himself any longer. "That feels so good."

Kian let out a guttural moan as he felt the hot, wet heat of Sunny's mouth engulf him. He arched his back, thrusting deeper into the boy's mouth with each desperate breath. His hands tangled roughly in Sunny's hair, holding him still as he took what he wanted without mercy. The sensation was too much, and he couldn't help but lose control, his body tensing and spasming as he came hard and fast down Sunny's throat.

Kian panted, still holding onto Sunny's hair as he tried to regain his composure. He watched with darkened eyes as the boy coughed up some of his cum, finding it both erotic and adorable at the same time. "You are quite a talented little thing, aren't you?" he purred, voice rough with arousal.

With a final groan, Kian released Sunny's hair, sliding his hands down to cup the boy's cheeks instead.

Kian's gaze flickered down to Sunny's lips before returning to meet his eyes. "You did well, Sunny," he said softly, barely able to contain the desire that still coursed through him. "Now, why don't we find somewhere more comfortable for you to rest?"

He leaned in, brushing a kiss against the boy's forehead before taking his hand and leading him deeper into the chamber.

As they walked, Kian couldn't help but marvel at how well-behaved and obedient Sunny was. It made him feel protective and possessive in a way he hadn't felt before. When they finally reached a large, plush bed, he turned to the boy with an almost predatory smile on his lips. "Time for you to rest now," he purred, pushing Sunny gently onto the soft mattress before crawling on top of him.