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Being brought to the Deep Frost Citadel following the fall of the Dwarven Empire was quite literally Impulse’s worst fear when the tides of war started to shift. The Citadel had begun to create newer and newer redstone contraptions, creating monstrosities of weaponry and technological advancement that had been too much for the Dwarven Empire to overcome.
And now, hands tied behind his back, the former Dwarven leader was being transported to the realm of his enemy, the Dungeon Master and King of Deep Frost, Tango Tek. Every story painted him as a man who would crush kingdoms just to suck them dry of resources for mad inventions and a never ending expansion of his Dungeon.
Impulse had been separated from his people and tied up for this journey before he’d even been able to say goodbye, Gem and Pearl’s faces as he was dragged away clearly etched in his mind. The grief of being pulled from his friends weighed heavy as he rode a horse without the ability to use his hands.
Really, they could have gotten him a pony, at least that way he would have been able to reach the stirrups.
“Well, the Dungeon Master would want him cleaned up. We need to at least get him washed up and in something clean,” one of the riders surrounding Impulse’s horse mentioned to another.
Impulse’s jaw clenched. What did it matter how cleaned up he was after getting spirited away from his home and people, then dragged in front of a king who was probably going to kill him anyway?
But sure enough, they wrestled him to a river, washing him forcefully in the cold waters that left Impulse shaking with a bone-deep chill. The clothes that they redressed him in were warm, sure, but too big, the parts of the garments that fit his middle meaning that the rest of the clothes were entirely too long. This left Impulse tripping over the cloth as he made his way back to the horse. At least they had let him keep his own boots.
The rest of the journey after the riverside bath was short, thank the void, but Impulse was still shivering by the time the horses arrived to the Citadel. At which point, he was once more tipped off the horse and escorted to a new uncertainty.
“Your Majesty, we present the Dwarven leader, Impulse of SV!”
Impulse made a face as they butchered his name but refused to take part in this farce of an introduction, keeping his gaze off of the throne that held Tango Tek.
“What in the Nether have you done?”
Impulse blinked at the floor. That, that was not the reaction he was expecting from the king.
Footsteps made their way to him, shiny boots surrounded by a thick cape lined with furs appearing in Impulse’s vision.
“I apologize for my soldiers,” the voice came again, softer and quieter this time. “They were meant to extend an invitation. But based on the fact that they’ve got you all tied, I’m guessing that’s now how that happened?”
Impulse looked up finally with a glare, his eyes meeting those of the man above him.
“What do you think?”
The Dungeon Master sighed, standing and regaining a much colder edge to his demeanor.
“Untie our guest. Prepare him some rooms and make him comfortable. I will see him again this evening once he has had time to settle.”
With that dismissal, Impulse was led off to another wing of the giant castle, quickly finding himself in yet another bath, though thankfully this one was hot. And somehow smelled of flowers. Once he was allowed out of the bath, he redid his beard braids and the one on top of his head, wanting to look every part of the confident leader for the next time they met.
That’s when clothing was brought back into the room and Impulse was caught off guard yet again.
Why, in all the realms, had he been brought lingerie? He turned to ask someone, but there wasn’t anyone present in the room any more. And quite honestly, Impulse was just too tired to look for someone to demand answers.
Realizing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere and just wanting to feel clothed and warm, something that staying naked in the middle of the room certainly wouldn’t do, Impulse donned the lingerie, a bodysuit of lace below the clothing that the palace staff had provided, which wasn’t anything he was used to either. At least it fit though, with the right length - if they wanted a dress - and the tie closures that wrapped around the robe-like garment. Thank goodness they’d given him trousers.
“Oh! You must be Impulse. The new guy!”
This new man was tall and all smiles, but friendly in a way that Impulse found unsettling but also calming.
“New guy?”
“Yeah! Top has been raving about your redstone inventions for years now. I figured he’d be sending you an invitation soon but didn’t think you’d accept so easily! Glad to have you, man. You two move fast. This is even faster than Tango and I did, honestly. And Zed made Tango properly court him, you know?”
Impulse’s brow furrowed, “I don’t, what? Who are you?”
“Skizz! Tango’s first husband. Technically, I’m Prince Consort. But based on the fact that you were already a ruler, you’ll probably outrank me.”
“Outrank you?”
“Yeah! When are you two having the ceremony anyway?”
“Ceremony? What in the void are you talking about?”
“Your wedding! It’s really exciting that you’re marrying Tango, it’ll be nice to have another Consort in the wing.”
“When did I agree to marry him ?”
Skizz blinked, “Didn’t you? Why else would you be in the consorts’ wing and dressed in royal colors and a consort’s robe?”
“What the–”
No other words could be exchanged before the door opened and two servants entered the room, each of them bowing politely.
“Your highnesses. Please follow us. Prince Zedaph is being retrieved from the laboratory and will join you in His Majesty’s chambers.”
A group of what appeared to be nobility was standing outside of the King’s chambers when Impulse and Skizz arrived, meeting a short man in a similarly styled clothing to their own with the addition of a lab coat on top.
“Oh, ImpulseSV. Good to meet you, your sorting systems are inspired. Could always use more dangly bits, but inspired. I’m Zedaph.” The man was right around Impulse’s own height, his horns curling in a way that seemed harmless but Impulse knew would likely be deadly if need be.
Impulse glanced down at where Zedaph had offered him a hand to shake and took it, giving it one firm shake before letting go, gaining a grin from the other man.
Two guards opened the door and Impulse was ushered quickly into the room with Skizz and Zedaph, the group of nobles filing into the room behind them only to be stopped behind a gated half-wall that Impulse and the others were allowed past.
Tango was sitting at a desk, blue hair still slicked back for the most part except a single section which had fallen over his face, now with glasses perched on his nose while he sketched onto what appeared to be blueprints. Likely the plans for whatever expansions were coming next on the legendary Dungeon.
Impulse watched as the noise of so many people entering his chambers prompted Tango to look up, then stand up in shock at the number of people present.
“Majesty, your fingerprint here,” a servant prompted, pressing Tango Tek’s thumb into a pad of ink before pressing it to a document. The document was then brought over to Impulse, whose finger was also pressed upon it before he could figure out what was happening. As soon as his fingerprint was on the document, the nobles behind him cheered.
“What just happened?” Impulse hissed out.
“That’s a marriage contract in Deep Frost. You’re married now,” Zedaph explained easily, seeming unaffected by it all, as though it was a simple matter that needed no fuss.
“What?” Impulse’s voice was flat, lacking anything but shock. “How? No courting gifts, no beard braids, no presentation of passions or creations. How can a simple paper count as a marriage?”
“Because that’s part of how Deep Frost workificates,” Tango’s voice shocked Impulse to look at him again, the man being much closer now. He stood taller than Impulse and Zedaph, though not nearly as tall as Skizz.
“Okay, here’s how this is going to work. We’ve got two options. You can do the choosy-choosy bit, it’s your life, I’m not going to dictate it. But in the eyes of my people, we’re now married, you’re part of my, well, harem . And dissolving the marriage is going to probably restart tensions between us and the Dwarven Empire. Which I’d really rather not have happen? But I won’t forcificate you to stay.”
Impulse swallowed. He really didn’t want war again either, which he knew that renewed tension would inevitably lead to.
“What’s my second option?”
“Consummation?” Tango’s voice came out slightly squeaky, which almost made Impulse crack a smile.
“Aw, come on, Top. You can’t just leave it at that. Here, Dipple Dop, I’ll explain. Basically, royal consummation in Deep Frost is public. And has to be done with all existing members of the harem present. You don’t have to fuck everyone, it’s seen as a good thing, but you don’t have to. But everyone’s got to get off at least once and sex with Tango is a must. And obviously, we want to make you feel good and keep you comfortable too, so we’re not going to do anything you tell us not to or are unsure about.”
Impulse blinked at the information and the weird nickname that dropped from Skizz’s lips, “I don’t even know you. Any of you. And my choices are sex with you or war for my people?”
“I’m sorry,” Tango sighed, truly seeming exhausted and sympathetic.
“You, fucking void, you didn’t have me kidnapped from my people, dragged across boarders to force me to get married to you and have public sex. Right?”
“No, no, definitely not! Absolutely not. I’ve never even brought up the subject! I think your redstone is amazing, really super crazy awesome sauce stuff that’s super impressive. That part I’ve said, but never this. I didn’t order this.”
Impulse let out a breath, seeing how honest Tango was being, “Where’s the bed?”
“Oh, oh , uh, behind me. Here, I’ll show you,” Tango offered a hand and Impulse hesitated for a moment but took it. Somehow, seeing all these moments of Tango being thrown off guard made it hard to imagine the cold and unfeeling persona that he’d seen in the courtroom and heard about in war rooms.
Impulse was led over to an incredibly large bed at the back of the room, off to the side of Tango’s desk. The bed was indeed directly in the line of sight of the nobility still near the door, but Impulse could forget them. Mostly. He hoped.
“How do you want to do this? What’s going to be the most comfortable?” Tango asked softly.
Impulse swallowed, “Either way works for me when it comes to fucking. But I’m not doing anything with anyone that I haven’t kissed. It’s, it’s a thing. For me. For Dwarves.”
“Do you want us to get all kissy kissy with you?”
“If sex is happening, yes. Kisses first. Before any genitals come out.”
Tango nodded along, “Okay, good to note. Then, uh, can I kiss you?”
“Yeah, you can.”
Impulse didn’t quite get on his tiptoes for the kiss, but it was a near thing as Tango leaned down to kiss him. Tango was warm, Impulse realized with a bit of surprise. The way he walked around this cold place so easily seemed to indicate a liking toward the cold, but it seemed that his new husband – and wasn’t that a shock – ran quite warm, which would be a welcome boon.
The first kiss between the new spouses was gentle, as though Tango thought Impulse might break if he acted with anything but the utmost care.
“My turn?” Skizz prompted when the two parted. Impulse took a moment to breathe before nodding. This time, he really did have to get on his tiptoes, Skizz being just too tall for them to reach each other if he didn’t. It didn’t help that Impulse wasn’t exactly a tall Dwarf. He was of stocky build, sturdy and strong, but not tall.
“Best for last, huh?” Zedaph prompted cheekily.
“Don’t tease too much, Zed.”
“Well, what if Impulse likes teasing?”
“Then he can tell you that.”
When Zedaph turned to Impulse, the Dwarf simply flushed and beckoned him closer for a kiss, shivering when Zedaph’s hands came to rest on Impulse’s hips. Being of similar heights, the two were much closer as they kissed, giving Zedaph the opportunity to kiss Impulse longer and touch him more while he did it, cataloguing the reactions that the man had.
“When’s the last time you were kissed and touched like this?”
“When did the war start?” Impulse deflected, though not well. Everyone in the room knew it had been a few years.
“Then we go slow. You can tell us to pause or stop, but I don’t want to overwhelmificate you.”
Impulse gave a sardonic smile. He believed them, but he didn’t believe their situation allowed them to take their time as much as they’d like.
“Why don’t you two start together? Zeddle-bop and I can entertain ourselves until you’re ready for us.” As soon as Skizz had finished speaking, Zedaph was prancing over to him and getting lifted onto the bed, clothes coming off of the both of them as they maneuvered themselves. Impulse watched as Zedaph, who was tiny in comparison to Skizz, sank down on a cock that was far bigger than he thought someone that size could take inside them, especially with no preparation. Impulse felt his eyes go wide as he noticed that a noticeable bulge could be seen where Skizz’s cock pressed out of Zedaph’s stomach. Somehow, Zedaph seemed to feel so comfortable with the giant cock in his ass that he had settled into sitting on Skizz’s lap, just watching Tango and Impulse!
“Something you want to try?” Tango prompted softly, a hand on Impulse’s upper arm drawing him back to the king in front of him.
“How, they’re, Zedaph is tiny . He’s my size.”
“And he loves the way Skizz fills him. He keeps himself stretched and ready most of the time.”
Impulse could feel the furious blush on his cheeks.
“You don’t have to want that. But for now, do you want to be fucked or fuck me?”
Impulse hesitated.
“Be honest?”
“I want you to be inside me. I want to be touched.”
Tango smiled, “Then I’ll start touchificating you as much as you like.”
The king reached out and touched along Impulse’s clothing, tracing over the tied closures before going back and beginning to undo them, undressing Impulse slowly before turning to his own garments. When Impulse reached out to help Tango, the man chuckled.
“No need to figure these clothes out in front of all these people.”
Impulse nodded, that would indeed have been mortifying, especially with how enraptured all of those onlookers seemed to be. Instead, he climbed onto the large bed, finding himself somewhat eager but also still apprehensive about everything. Just a few days previous, he’d been coordinating military movements and now he was about to get fucked to keep the peace and protect his people that he may not get the chance to see again. He hoped he would. But who knew? It was all an astronomic change.
“Alright, Impulse. Can I call you sweet things while we do this?”
“I, sure?”
“Perfect. Then, sweetheart, why don’t you lay down on your back and I’ll start working you open?”
“Right, yeah,” Impulse moved back, hesitating before spreading his legs a bit, his body now entirely on display for Tango. What probably should have made him feel self-conscious instead lit a fire in Impulse’s belly as Tango’s eyes drank in the sight of him slowly before the man reached out and began to trace over Impulse’s soft belly and up to his chest hair, even curling one of his beard braids between his fingers as Tango leaned over to kiss Impulse gently.
“Forget about everyone else. Just focus on me, Impy. I’m going to make you feel amazing,” Tango promised, beginning to make his way back down Impulse’s body with kisses this time.
“Maybe I didn’t ask for you to be brought to me, but you are a very beautiful man. And I’d love to make you fly with pleasure,” Tango murmured into the thickest section of hair on Impulse’s chest.
Impulse gasped as Tango’s lips parted and he took the Dwarf’s cock into his mouth. After a few moments of that, Impulse felt fingers at his ass, gently massaging and then pressing inside, thorough in their job of preparing him for Tango’s cock. As Tango continued to finger Impulse, his mouth stayed around the dwarven cock he’d started sucking, at one point making Impulse practically see stars as an orgasm rocked through him.
“Can you give me one more, sweetheart? You’re doing so well.”
Impulse nodded, looking at Tango with desire still heavy in his gaze. The orgasm had built up the desire more than anything, teaching Impulse’s body just how wonderful touch could feel. He was sure it wouldn’t be nearly so simple all of the time, but touch like this felt wonderful.
Impulse could feel the eyes of Skizz and Zedaph on them, but Tango had positioned himself just perfectly to block most of the noble onlookers, leaving only enough for them to be certain of consummation. It stoked the flames of desire within Impulse, making it hotter to have eyes on them as they had sex.
Tango once more crawled over Impulse, settling above him and kissing him as he led his cock to Impulse’s ass, teasing at the ring of muscle before pressing inside at a slow pace. Impulse could hear himself groaning, the quiet compliments falling from Tango’s lips, and the sounds of fucking from beside them both as Zedaph stopped simply sitting on Skizz’s cock and began riding him instead.
“Go ahead, Impulse. Look at them. They’re as gorgeous as they sound.”
Impulse obeyed, looking over and gasping as he watched Zedaph completely taking control and bouncing on Skizz’s lap like the cock pressing in and out of him was nothing.
“Good. Keep looking at them. Watch their faces. Listen to them moan. Listen to yourself moan.”
Oh, that instruction pulled the very sound from Impulse’s lips that he was being told to listen for. All the while, Tango’s cock was punching soft sounds and whines from Impulse as well, easily arching the man toward his second orgasm.
“Please, I, I can’t, I need–”
“You can’t? Can’t take any more or can’t stop how good you feel?”
“Good, fuck.”
“Perfect. Then don’t stop, feel it all, Impy. And then, when you’re ready, sweetheart, I want you to cum for me again. Just like this.”
Impulse clenched down at those words, causing Tango to groan and lean to kiss him again, fucking him slow and easy as Impulse continued to react incredibly strongly to the touch and pleasure that he hadn’t felt in years.
When orgasm began approaching in earnest, Impulse noticed himself getting more vocal. Not louder, but more vocal. Tango pressed in at just the right angle and Impulse’s brain simply melted, body reacting to the pleasure coursing through him while his mind checked out for a few moments, just enough for Tango to finish inside of his new husband and to hear Zedaph and Skizz finding their own peaks together.
Impulse came back to himself when he heard the door at the other end of the room close.
“Shh, don’t worry, they’ve all left. It’s just us,” Tango murmured, holding Impulse to his chest, face in his braid. Impulse could also feel another body up against his back. From the size of them, it seemed to be Zedaph, with Skizz furthest away.
“How are you feeling, Dipple Dop? Any aches, pains, things you didn’t like?”
Impulse hummed, not really wanting to speak yet, but shook his head.
“Okay, good. We’re going to get you a little water, but then we can just stay like this and rest. Once we’ve all gotten some rest, we can talk about where to go from here. How to make your life here all happy fun sauce, if you even want to stay at the palace. Zed goes to visit his family pretty often. We’ll figure something out together.”
Impulse hesitated, but nodded, allowing the water bottle to be held to his mouth so that he could drink. Skizz was gentle with the bottle, tilting it slowly and pulling it away for intermittent breaks.
“So, is having trouble with words a normal thing for you after sex?”
“Zed! You can’t just ask that!”
“Of course I can, we just had sex. Well, Skizz and I didn’t fuck him but he was very pretty to watch. And we all got off. So I want to know if this is normal or if something feels off.”
Impulse laid a hand on Tango’s arm before he could argue again, silencing him before Tango could even start arguing.
“Normal. I’m okay.”
“You sure? You really drifted on us after your orgasm. Which was beautiful, by the way.”
Impulse flushed, “I, yeah, I’m sure.”
“So, about visiting places. Because I definitely want to see the Dwarven Empire. Is the castle as impressive as the stories?”
“The Keep. We don’t call it a castle. But yeah, it’s really impressive,” Impulse admitted, his demeanor shifting to a sadder sort of energy as he reminisced on his home.
“Then we should all go visit, right? That’s a thing, probably, visiting a spouse’s kingdom. If not, then we just flee the Citadel for a bit, with extra flee. Definitely extra flee.”
Impulse let out a huff of laughter, a small smile on his face as he looked at Tango. This whole thing had been incredibly awkward, but he figured if he had to be kidnapped, thrown into marriage, and have to consummate said marriage in front of witnesses with anyone, these three were probably pretty good people to do it with. He figured he might learn to like them a lot. Maybe, maybe, he could even love them someday.