Forbidden Love in the Royal Family

Chapter 4

Made up of a series of corridors and caverns, the dungeon was dark and damp. A guard named Drake stood at its entrance gate, keeping the entire area secure with other guards positioned throughout the cavernous space, even though the jail currently only housed a single prisoner, Declin Spencer.

Upon seeing a hooded figure coming toward him, Drake stood at attention. He bowed his head slightly as the person approached confidently.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” Drake said.

Without replying verbally, Prince Lucas placed a jewel in the guard’s hand.

“Thank you,” Drake replied after handing Lucas a key.

“You know what to do,” Lucas whispered.

He nodded and stepped back. Letting out a loud whistle that echoed through the space, Drake signaled for the other guards to come forward. They responded to his command by joining him at the entrance of the dungeon and then following him out of the area, leaving Lucas in privacy.

Alone at the mouth of the dungeon, Lucas looked to make sure the gate was closed and he had the privacy he sought. Lowering his hood, he revealed his handsome, chiseled face as he worked his way deeper into the cavern. Torches along the walkway created strange shadows that danced on the walls as he passed. Upon reaching the sole occupied prison cell, Lucas paused to look inside.

In a dark corner of his cell, Declin sat against the damp wall with his big arms wrapped around his bent legs, holding them against his bare chest. His head leaning forward against his knees, Declin appeared to be asleep; however, upon hearing the footsteps of a visitor, Declin lifted his head, throwing his long, wavy hair back to reveal his bearded face and penetrating light eyes.

Firmly grasping two of the cell bars with his strong hands, Lucas looked inside at the prisoner, who slowly stood up from his reclined position. The two men stared at each other in silence for a lingering moment, the flicking lights of the nearby torches illuminating their expressionless faces.

Lucas then used the key that Drake had given him to open the cell. Placing the key to his pocket, Lucas pulled open the heavy door and fearlessly stepped inside the cell. Turning his head, he looked back down the tunnel behind him to reassure himself that no one else was in the vicinity. With that concern assuaged, Lucas rushed forward toward the prisoner.

Beneath the flickering torchlight, the two men embraced, warmly holding each other in silence. When they pulled apart, Declin put his rough hands on each side of Lucas’s face, then leaned forward to kiss him. The kiss began softly but grew more aggressive as the men wrapped their bodies tightly around each other.

“I’ve missed you,” Declin revealed when the kiss concluded.

Lucas looked into the prisoner’s eyes. “I hate the thought of you locked in here all alone. I’m going to get you out of here.”

“It’s too risky,” the prisoner insisted. “This is my fate. At least they agreed to stop chaining me down so I can move around in the cell. The straw on the floor is actually starting to feel comfortable.”

“No, I must figure a way out of here for you,” Lucas insisted, kissing Declin once again. “If it were just a matter of dealing with the guards at the entry of this corridor, I’d break you out of here myself. But my father has his best knights at the dungeon entry. We’d never get past them. But I have a plan…”

The prisoner touched his forehead to the prince’s forehead, their noses coming into contact as well. “Please, Lucas. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I made my choices; I deserve this.”

“I’m not going to let the king do this to you. I love you.”

Declin didn’t reply verbally; instead, he removed Lucas’s cloak and tore open his loose shirt, revealing the prince’s muscled chest. He kissed his neck and shoulders, then dropped to his knees in front of the prince. He pressed his mouth against Lucas’s crotch and raised his hands to massage his chest and n*****s.

Lucas placed his hands on Declin’s head, running his fingers through the bandit’s hair. He watched Declin open his pants, allowing his erect c**k to pop forward into the prisoner’s face. Lucas adjusted his stance, widening his legs a bit as Declin grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled him forcefully forward.

Declin wrapped his mouth around the prince’s throbbing d**k. His lips and tongue caressed it as he dug his fingers into Lucas’s chest and abs. The prince’s soft moans encouraged the bandit to continue, which he did.

Suddenly, Lucas dropped to his knees in front of Declin. He leaned forward and kissed him deeply as he ran his fingers over the prisoner’s leather pants. He squeezed and patted Declin’s ass, then moved his hands to the clasp on the front of the bandit’s pants. Opening the clasp quickly, Lucas allowed Declin’s swollen p***s to emerge. He pressed his own hard c**k against Declin’s as his tongue worked its way down the bandit’s throat.

Declin lay back onto the bed of straw on the floor behind him. He lifted one leg at a time so that Lucas could pull each of his boots from his feet. Then he watched as the prince peeled the pants from his muscular, hairy legs. Completely naked, Declin looked up at the prince, extending his arms as an invitation for Lucas to lie on top of him.

Instead, Lucas licked his way up the insides of Declin’s legs to his hairy balls. He then lifted Declin’s legs and leaned forward, resting them on his shoulders. Leaning forward to kiss Declin, Lucas forced himself into the prisoner. His kisses prevented Declin from yelling out as he pushed himself as far into the bandit as possible.

Declin ran his fingers down Lucas’s back and cupped his butt as it flexed with each one of the prince’s thrusts. Declin’s c**k grew harder and harder against the prince’s abs.

Lucas looked deeply into Declin’s eyes as he prepared to release inside of him. He reached down and took Declin’s p***s into his hand, stroking it aggressively so they would c*m at the same time. Kissing Declin passionately, Lucas released inside of him, forcing ropes of c*m into the bandit.

Within seconds, Declin came as well, coating both men’s stomachs with his thick, sticky mess. He clutched Lucas’s ass as the prince forced every last royal drop into him. Then he wrapped his arms around Lucas, holding him tightly as the two men lay beside one another in the hay.

“I’m sorry it was so rushed,” Lucas whispered into Declin’s ear. “The guards will be back momentarily.”

Declin kissed his prince. “I love you, Lucas.”

Lucas reached over and grabbed his shirt from the ground nearby. He used it to wipe off his chest and stomach, then Declin’s. The two men lay silently in each other’s arms for a moment, before Lucas stood up.

Declin took the shirt from Lucas’s hand. “Let me keep it.”

“Sure,” the prince replied. He pulled his pants back up and then wrapped his cloak around his bare torso.

Declin tucked the shirt into the corner of his cage and covered it with straw so the guards wouldn’t notice it when they returned.

“Thank you for visiting me.”

“I’m going to get you out of here,” Lucas said, repeating his declaration from earlier. “One way or another.”

“Don’t do anything that puts yourself at risk. You know what your father is capable of.”

Lucas kissed Declin. “I can handle the king, don’t you worry.” Lucas stepped toward the gate as Declin pulled his pants and boots back on. “I’ll be in touch, I promise.” He stepped through the gate and used the key to re-lock it. “Next time you see me, you’ll be free.”

Declin stood at the bars of the cell and watched as the prince disappeared down the corridor.