Servant to the Heir #2 (story/pic)

     What an honor it was to be selected to serve as the heir's newest servant.  Andrew was fairly new to sex work, but had been well-trained by his nation's finest.  He was presented to the heir as a secret gift from his country.

     Andrew had a smooth, handsome body.  His skin was warm and soft, a pleasure to touch.  He was strong, yet tender.  His lips were soft, sweet and moist.  The heir was going to enjoy this young man.

     After a few weeks of "serving" the heir, their bond had become strong.  The heir enjoyed his new-found pleasures in the young man and Andrew loved the feel of the powerful heir both inside and out.

     After nights of great sex, they would lie down together in each other's warmth and whisper to each other to each other.  They could feel the warmth of each other's breath as they shared secrets.  Unfortunately, Andrew had a secret of his own that he did not share.

     The heir found out that Andrew was not sent as a gift, but rather as a spy.  True, he may have turned on his former nation, but the heir was not about to let that nation believe they had gotten away with it. 

     As Andrew was resting peacefully in the heir's bed, the heir went in to him and started making love to him.  Andrew awoke to the pleasureful sensations and caressed his lover's waist as the heir slowly and sensually slid in and out of him.  

     After a final deep and pulsating end, the heir pulled out his prized possession, the royal sword.  He showed it to Andrew, who looked at it pleased.  

     "I want to give this to you," said the heir.  "Do you accept?"

     Andrew was overthrilled at the gift.  "Yes, your highness."

     With those words, the heir rammed the sword through Andrew's navel.  Andrew jumped with a start, but was already pinned by the blade.  The heir then applied pressure to the sword, sliding it deeper until only the hilt stuck out of his lover.

     Andrew squirmed in vain, trying to free himself, but the pain was unbearable with every move.  His chest heaved with every breath until he gave out a final cough and was still.
   
     He then took a picture and sent it secretly to the other nation's leader, thanking him from the present.