Chapter 3:

"You missed your lessons yesterday," Llywellyn, his old teacher, said, when Emry walked into his study. 

"Uh -- something came up," Emrys said.  Something had come up, time and again, a smoldering fire which, once quickened, could only be quenched by the juices of Megan's cunt.  But he couldn't tell the old man that.  He couldn't tell anyone that he'd fucked Megan. 

He wouldn't fuck her again, he decided.  It was too dangerous, not only for her, but for him.  If she became pregnant, it could throw into question the right of succession to the throne.

"You shouldn't go off on your own, Prince," said Llywellyn.

"Why not?" Emrys said.  "The God protects me.  What do I have to fear?"

"These are strange and troubling times," said LLwellyn.  "I sense evil."

"Why say you so, Teacher?"

"I heard a man mention the name of the Dark Lord," said Llywellyn

"And the God didn't strike him dead?" asked Emrys.

"No," said Llywellyn, " which is why I'm concerned for you.  It was the first time I've ever heard the name of the Dark Lord used.  If the God could not hear him, I'm not certain he could protect you."

"Do we know that the God strikes a man dead, should he say the name of Dark Lord, since no one has before said it?"  Nysrogh, the name of the Dark Lord, was written in ancient texts.  Emrys had seen it there, but it was forbidden to invoke the Dark Lord by either saying or writing his name.

"We know it as well as we know the God will strike dead anyone trying to harm you.  Has that ever been tested?"

"No," said Emrys, "no one has ever tried to harm me.  Some have tried to best me in combat, but those were games.  No one has ever tried to take my life."

"Then," said Llywellyn, "that, too, hasn't been tested."

"Careful, old man," Emrys said, "you're close to blasphemy."

"Before today, wouldn't you have said it was blasphemy to think that one could invoke the Dark Lord's name without being struck down by the God?"

"Are you certain that's what he said?" asked Emrys.

"There was no mistaking that name," said Llywellyn.  "The day seemed to darken with it's speaking."

"Did you report it to Heddwynn, the commander of the guard?"

"It was one of his men that spoke it.  Could he have so little knowledge of his men, that he have one that invokes the name of the Dark Lord?"

"Could it have just been one man that escaped his notice?" asked Emrys.

"The man was accompanied by others when he said it, some of the new men chosen by Heddwynn."

Heddwynn had recently added men to the army, men not of Gwynedd.  They had replaced men Emrys knew to be loyal to the king, men Emrys had known all his life.  He'd complained to his father about them, but he hadn't listened. 

But his father seldom listened these days.  Since his wife -- Emrys's mother -- had died two years before, he'd showed little interest in the rule of his kingdom, leaving those decisions to others, bureaucrats, Heddwynn and the king's wizard.  Emrys had once been close to his father.  Now, they seldom talked.  It was almost as if his father was under a spell.

"The new men?" asked Emrys.

"Yes," said Llywellyn.  "I like not their look."

"Nor do I," said Emrys.  "But Heddwynn is a man of Gwynedd."

"He is a man of Gwynedd," said Llywellyn, but his is not of noble blood."

"Out of merit, he achieved his position," said Emrys.

"Yes," said Llywellyn.  "He is a worthy warrior, but what need does Gwynedd have of a warrior?  Protected by the God, we have had peace for five hundred years."

"What think you of the wizard?" asked Emrys. 

Cadell had come to Gwynedd three years before after the death of the previous wizard, Megan's father.  That her father, the king's wizard at the time, could have been murdered, was disturbing on its own  How could such a man, imbued with the power of the God, have been murdered?  But murdered he had been, cut down in his own chambers?  Cadell had appeared soon afterward and, Gwynedd had needed a wizard.  He had said that the God had directed him to Gwynedd.  He had proven to be a powerful wizard, but Emrys found it strange that he could not detect the God in his magic.  He could, whenever Megan used magic.

"I like him not," said Llywellyn.

"Nor do I," said Emrys.  Could Cadell have cast a spell on the king?  But if he got his power from the God as did Megan, that would have been impossible.  There was only one source of power other than the God -- the Dark Lord. 

That Cadell's power might come from Nysrogh, was unthinkable.  For that, he would have to be a blood wizard, obtaining his power through human sacrifice, sacrificing the souls of boys to Nysrogh.  No blood wizard had existed in Gwynedd for five hundred years, not since the God had defeated Nysrogh in their last confrontation.

Hearing someone walk in, Emrys looked up.  It was Megan.  Sometimes joining him at his lessons, she was probably the only girl her age in the kingdom that could read; but few could read, men or women.  Scribes and priests were literate but few others were. 

He hadn't expected her this morning, but here she was.  She was beautiful, a hint of red on her cheeks, possibly accentuated by magic, but probably not.  Megan's beauty needed no magic.  He felt his resolve to not fuck her again dissipate.  His cock was hard at the sight of her.

"Lady Megan," Llywelln said, "you honor us."

"Megan," Emrys said, her name catching in his throat.  He had fucked her -- the God knows how many times -- the day before.  He had fucked Glendower that morning, but his horns had grown back, despite being so recently trimmed.  Llywellyn looked at him, raising an eyebrow.  Emrys looked down at the floor.  The old man saw too much.

Unable to concentrate on his lessons, Emrys begged off, saying, "The day is too fair for lessons, Teacher."  It was a fine day, bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, but it wasn't the weather he thought about.  Megan's beauty seemed to radiate brighter than the sun.  Neither did he think any longer about the Dark Lord.  Megan had driven all thoughts from his mind.  His cock throbbed for her.  That's all that mattered.

"Did you take the potion?" he asked her when they had left Llywellyn's rooms.

"Yes," said Megan.  "My mother keeps some already mixed.  I took but a little.  She'll never miss it.  Do we go back to the glade?"

"No," said Emrys.  "Let's ride to my father's hunting lodge.  He uses it no longer."

"What about the caretaker?"

"Use magic.  Change yourself into a boy.  You can be my new jilly boy, one I've taken to the lodge to fuck.  When we're in my room, you can change back."

"I'm to be a cock-less jilly boy?" asked Megan.

"Could you even form a cock?" asked Emrys.  They had tried altering their bodies using her magic before and had found that they could.  She could alter Emrys's appearance, changing the color of his hair, the shape of his features, his build, and even his height, but couldn't change his cock and balls.  Without them he would no longer be the crown prince.  Without them, he could never be king. 

Megan had be able to look like a boy, but a boy without a cock or balls.  She hadn't been able to grow them.  Beneath her maiden hair she had been smooth, like a jilly boy, but without a scar.  Remembering that play had given Emrys the idea to sneak Megan into lodge disguised as a jilly boy.

"No," said Megan, "I never could."  She smiled.  "All right.  I'll be your jilly boy."

"You'll have to leave your dress behind," he said.

"What shall I wear?"

"Nothing," he said, "a jilly boy wears no clothes, not on a day like this."

Megan's face turned red.  While boys -- even nobly born boys are often nude in public -- girls never were, not nobly born girls.  "But," she said, "naked?"

"You'll be a boy.  No one will know it's you."

"I will," she said, but she agreed to do it, ducking into a little used room to change.  When she came out, she was naked -- and a boy, a jilly boy without cock or balls.  She was still beautiful, even as a boy, more beautiful even than Glendower.  Emrys felt his breath catch in his throat. 

She was the same height she'd been as a girl, about five inches shorter than Emrys and had the same red hair, but shorter.  Megan's fell to her waist.  This boy's stopped short of his shoulders.  He had red hair on his groin, the same triangle of red hair that Megan had, but no cunt beneath it, just smooth skin.  A pee hole opened between his legs. 

It wasn't an illusion.  Megan had changed her body, just externally, though.  Inside, still a girl, she had a womb and ovaries.  She had a vagina, but no entrance to it.  Her breasts, though slightly larger than a boy's, could have belonged to a jilly boy.  Theirs often grew once their balls had been cut off.  She crossed her hands over her breasts, hiding them, even though they were no longer the breasts of a girl.  She hadn't exhibited such modesty the day before in the glade, but then, it had just been he and she.  They had often been naked together since they'd been small children.

"You're still beautiful," Emrys said.

"We don't have to go to the lodge," she said.  "We can go to your rooms.  Would the servants know one jilly boy from another?"

"They would know that they'd never seen you before.  No one seeing you, could ever forget you.  I've only seen one that even approached your beauty."

"And, do you fuck him?"

Emrys nodded.

"What's his name?"

"Glendower," he said.  Megan had never been inside the royal apartments.  She didn't know which boys and girls frequented Emrys's bed.  She and her mother had an apartment in the castle, but in a separate wing from the royal apartments.  Even as a small girl -- since she was a girl -- she hadn't been allowed in Emrys's rooms.  Now, she wanted to see them.  Now that she was a boy, she could.

She could have come to him as a girl, changed in appearance so no one would have recognized her, but her own mother had to check out any girl Emrys screwed to be certain she wasn't of noble blood, to be certain she couldn't have his child, and she would have seen through Megan's disguise. 

A commoner or slave couldn't have the prince's child.  The God didn't allow his blood to be mingled with that of a commoner..  It was as if nobles were a different species.  A noble could not father a commoner's child -- but a commoner could implant a child in the womb of a woman of noble birth. 

That's why it was so important for a woman to be a virgin when she married.  Giving birth to commoner's bastard contaminated her blood, preventing conception of a noble's child afterward.  Such women were driven out.  A male commoner known to have fucked a woman noble, suffered the most horrible of deaths, impalement, after first being castrated.

"I can't fuck you as Megan in my rooms.  My attendants spy on me.  They would see."

"You're the prince and they spy on you?"

"Yes.  So it is.  So it has always been.  Though peep holes, they watch me all the time."

"Can't you order them not to watch you?"

"I can order them," he said, "but that doesn't mean they'd obey."

"They watch you when you fuck?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"They've always watched me.  When I was younger, it was so they could attend my needs.  Now, it's just to watch, I think, but, since it's always been such, I never think about it.  It's like the odor of unwashed bodies during the winter.  After a time, you no longer notice the stink.  But knowing we would be watched, you can't be Megan."

"Then fuck me as I am," she said.

"Use your ass instead of your cunt?"

"Is not the ass of your jilly boy sweet?"

"Yes," Emrys agreed.

"Then might not mine be sweet as well?"

By that time, Emrys would have taken her in the hall on the floor, so long had his horns grown.  The lodge was much too far to ride.  He wanted her now.  "All right," he said.  "I'll take you to my room."

* * *

Heads turned as they walked to his rooms, people wondering where the prince had found this new jilly boy, one no one had seen before.  He was a beauty, they had to admit, even more beautiful than Glendower, the black haired jilly boy.  Glendower was one of those that watched.  He, too, saw the red haired boy's beauty..  He hated him for it.

Glendower knew that Emrys fucked others, jilly boys and girls, but he had also known he was the prince's favorite.  The others, the prince would fuck once or twice, but he kept coming back to Glendower.  None, though, had been as beautiful as the red haired boy.  He had watched the prince fuck others from a servant corridor that gave access to the royal apartments.  A crack between stones in the wall between it and the prince's bedroom provided a peephole opposite Emrys's bed.  As far as he knew, the prince wasn't aware of the hole.

He ran ahead, and was already in place, with his eye pressed to the crack, when the prince and the boy came into the room.

"Nice," he heard the boy say.  "Is this where you fuck your jilly boy?"

Glendower would never have posed such a question to the prince.  As far as he could remember, the only question he's ever asked the prince was why he he had to be cut, and it wasn't brashness prompting that question, but panic.  He would have said anything, if it would have saved his cock and balls.

"You're the only jilly boy I want," Emrys said. 

The boy raised the hem of Emrys's garment, exposing his cock.  It was hard.  "I can see," said the boy, "you do want me, don't you?"

"Yes," said Emrys, reaching for him, but the boy danced back, sidestepping his grasp.

"Have you fucked your jilly boy since you fucked me?"

The prince hesitated, obviously not wanting to admit that he had, but said, "Yes."

"I wasn't enough for you?" the red haired boy said.

"I had him only because I wanted you and couldn't have you.  I had him just so I could sleep"

This boy must be the one the prince had fucked the day before, the reason he'd fallen asleep after only fucking Glendower once.  The boy talked to the prince like a lover, not a jilly boy.  He would have never put up with such questioning from Glendower.  The prince had fucked Glendower just so he would be able to go to sleep?  Was that all he was to the prince, just a hole to fuck?  He had hoped the prince cared for him -- at least a little.  And why couldn't the prince have the boy if he wanted him?  He was the prince.  He could have any jilly boy he wanted.

"Which way do you like me best?" asked the boy.

"I don't know," said Emrys.  "I haven't had you yet like this."

"Do you like how I look?"  The boy ran his hand over the hair covering his mound.

"Yes," said Emrys.

"But my tits are so small," the boy said.  "Do you like them so small?"

"I like them both ways," Emrys said, reaching for him again.  This time the boy let the prince take him into his arms, raising his face for the prince to kiss, reaching beneath Emrys's skirt to grab his cock as he did.

"Umm..." said the boy.  "I think you do want me."  He helped Emrys pull his shift over his head.  Now, they were both naked.  Even from where he was, Glendower could see the sticky moisture of Emrys's arousal leaking from his cock.  The boy grasped Emrys's cock in his hand, rubbing his thumb in the moisture oozing from his cock.  "If you want me, why don't you take me," said the boy.

Lifting him up in his arms, Emrys carried him to the bed, kissing him as he did.  He laid him down on the bed, crawling between his legs.  The boy raised his legs.  Glendower saw the prince's hard cock poke at the boy's hole.  He heard the boy say, " Careful.  I'm a virgin.  At least, there I am." 

Glendower wasn't certain what he'd meant by that.  The prince grunted -- thrust with his hips -- his cock disappeared into the boy's hole.  Before long, they were both screaming -- both in the throes of a climax.  The prince had never screamed like that with him; and Glendower hadn't had a climax since that first week he'd been cut.

They fucked several more times as Glendower watched, the prince sometimes on top, then the boy.  The prince had never let Glendower on top.  Glendower cried as he watched, not because the prince fucked the other boy, but because he told him that he loved him.  He'd never said that to Glendower.

They spent much of the afternoon fucking.  The prince didn't call for Glendower that night.  Neither did he call for him the next day.  He had the red haired boy instead.