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The Prince

The Empire is a prosperous and diverse nation, it is the year 1327 and largest nation in the world has grown larger with each new ruler. Prince Maxwell has been training from birth to replace his father as ruler. The brown wolf was average in size, making him the smallest prince and in time the smallest king to ever rule. Like all wolves from the royal bloodline his fur was a cream color from his chin to his groin, covering his torso.

The prince was on track to be the next emperor. Maxwell had been sitting in on council meetings long before he was required to. He had gained an understanding of politics and by his 25thbirthday he could persuade most to see his point of view. The weekly council meeting ended as scheduled this day. The dignitaries rose from their seats and bowed towards the empty throne of the emperor. Maxwell's father didn't have time for several gatherings so he attended in his place. The guards lining the room stomped their feet as the group disbanded; each dignitary's entourage followed them from the room.

A single guard remained, clad in ceremonial white armor. The grey wolf watched as the prince headed his way, never failing to appreciate the grace Maxwell possessed.

"Come Walter, I have to bring some news to father." he said. It wasn't traditional to call guards by their first name but Walter had been watching over the prince since he was 16, he was 36 now. They had formed a close bond and Walter had become the captain of the prince's guard. The larger and more muscular guard had served as a mentor and a father figure to Maxwell. Despite their 11 year age difference they harbored a forbidden attraction towards each other. Though neither had ever acted on it they remained unusually close for a prince and his guard.

They made their way through the grandeur maze of corridors. Walter walked closely by Maxwell's right side but a little behind him because they were not socially equal. His white ceremonial armor shook as they headed down a large staircase. The Emperor spent his afternoons in his chambers which were located next to the chapel. As they approached the familiar chapel Walter noticed something off, a pair of cloaked monks stood outside with their heads bowed. Their paws were hidden and one of them wouldn't make eye contact after seeing who was coming.

Walter kept his right paw on the hilt of the sword attached to his hip. The two walked passed the church and the first monk on the right. Walter smelled something suspicious just a bit too late; the other monk in front of them lunged forward with a knife in his paw. Walter drew his sword as soon the cloaked figure moved, swinging upwards and severing the assailants paw clean from his arm. The severed limb and knife flew past Maxwell who was wide eyed and confused shocked. Walter kicked the injured fur in his chest and then felt a sharp pain in his side. The other cloaked figure they walked past had stabbed the guard in his side.

After a loud howl Walter swung his arm back and knocked the cloaked figure behind him with his elbow. The assailant fell on his back and Maxwell stood stunned, backing away slowly towards the wall as his mentor approached the downed figure and stepped on his chest. Walter looked down at his side which wasn't protected by the armor, he pulled the knife out and threw it down the hallway in anger. The yelling had alerted the emperor's guard and they came running down the corridor. They quickly grabbed the first assailant who was holding his arm and drug him away.

Maxwell's father emerged from his chamber, alarmed by the commotion, he quickly saw the blood on the floor and his son against the wall. He approached and every fur stood at attention except for Maxwell and Walter who was still stepping on the second assailant.

"What happened here?" he ordered.

"Two assassins disguised as monks sir, we already dragged the injured one away. One of the guards said.

"Will the injured one live?" the emperor asked.

"Yes, they only lost a paw."

"We only need one of them." the emperor waived his paw and turned, uninterested in his son's well-being. Walter looked at the cloaked figure and pulled back the hood, revealing an angry lion. Maxwell looked away as his mentor swung his sword once more, executing the assassin. The prince had never seen death up close and was shaken by it. He stared at the bloody knife on the floor near him. Nuns and priests had exited the church and began cleaning the. Walter stepped off the corpse and sheathed his sword; he walked carefully to Maxwell, holding his side.

"Were you injured prince?" he asked. Maxwell looked at his mentor's face and could see his discomfort. He nodded and requested for a priest to grab his father's surgeon. Some of the emperor's guard helped escort Walter to the castle hospital. Maxwell begrudgingly left his older companions side to share the council news with his father. Two door guard's opened the emperor's chambers as Maxwell approached, both bowing to him.

"Father I bring news from the council." he said as he walked across the open room to his father's planning table. The much older wolf's brow was furrowed as he looked over a map of the neighboring countries.

"I have a feeling I already know what it is." his father raised his head to listen.

"New Savannah doesn't want to negotiate, they want an immediate release of all territory east of the Centari Mountains.

"Yes... it is as I feared..." the emperor rubbed his chin, "you will make a fine diplomat someday my son, but there is one thing you have not tried."

"What would that be?" Maxwell asked curiously.

"Marriage, if you offer your paw in marriage to the princess of New Savannah it will create a union between our nations. A union much like your mother and I created."

"Father, marriage is something I am not concerned with. Marrying a princess would only create a false truce between our people."

"Nonsense, every member of our bloodline has married to increase the size of the empire, and it is your duty to follow in our footsteps."

"I disagree-" before he could speak he was cut off by a shout.

"Silence! They plant assassins in our midst and our people tire of war. This is the only way. You will leave and return tomorrow to discuss the details. I will send an envoy immediately." his father spoke sternly, like he had when Maxwell was a boy. The young wolf bowed to his father and left the chambers with grace.

The prince was flustered but refused to show it, he had been taught better than that. He made his way to check on Walter, walking quicker than he would on any other occasion. His captain of the guard was more important to him than he would ever let on. He often dreamt of the larger wolf and even had his fair share of dirty thoughts. On more than one occasion he came to the thought of his guard mounting him. The surgeon was leaving the room as Maxwell approached.

"Is he well?" the prince asked. The much older white wolf bowed slowly and nodded.

"Gods be praised, the knife doesn't appear to have damaged anything major, we applied some salves and bandaged him. He is in the lord's paws now."

"Thank you." Maxwell had two guards posted at the doors and instructed them not to disturb them for anything. He entered the room and locked the deadbolt on the door just in case. Walter was lying peacefully on a large bed, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was wearing only a loincloth and a white bandage wrapped around his torso. The prince could only admire his body as he walked up and sat next to him; he noticed the wolf's gray fur became black near his armpits and stretched across his chest, making almost a triangle of thick fur down to his groin.

Walter's eyes opened when he felt someone next to him.

"I should have acted sooner, I'm sorry I placed you in danger" he said. Maxwell smiled, admiring his friend's commitment to him.

"I am alive because you acted soon enough, I owe you my life." Maxwell said with a soft smile, placing his paw on the wolf's chest.

"I am owed nothing, it is and has always been my duty to guard you." Walter said, staying formal in his speech.

"Walter... you are more than a guard to me." the younger wolf's paw gripped at Walter's thick black chest fur.

"Max... please... you know we can't..." Maxwell could see deep sadness in his companion's eyes.

"I know... you have told me many times before why we cannot be together..." the prince paused for a moment as he sat up straight next to the wolf. He ignored his mentor's words and leaned over to kiss him; Walter resisted and turned his head to break it.

"Walter... let me thank you... I can't bear the thought of losing you, and today I almost did." The older wolf slowly turned his head back to Maxwell and they kissed. Lightly at first but soon they were holding each other's heads as they made out, teasing each other with lip biting and tongue play. The prince was still leaned over and he moved his paw from his lover's head down to his groin. The loincloth had been pushed aside by the aroused canine's tool. Maxwell's paw slowly ran up it, tracing a large vein from knot to tip. The prince broke the kiss and looked at his lover, squeezing his cock. He could feel Walter's heartbeat with each throb from his member. He stood and slowly shed his imperial robes down his shoulders slow enough to tease his audience.

Walter bit his lip as the younger wolf revealed himself, his cream chest, tummy, and erection slowly came into view. The older wolf knew he would be put to death if anyone found them, but that only made him harder. The young prince stepped from his clothing and got onto the bed, he faced the opposite direction of Walter so he could blow him while being eaten out. He laid carefully on the injured wolf and waited to make sure he was ok. Walter licked his lover's furry cheeks and spread them to reveal his hole, licking around it. His injury had long left his thoughts. Max licked up the thick red shaft in front of him, tracing the large vein with his tongue. It was bigger than it was in his dreams. They lapped at each other's privates until the prince wanted more.

He raised himself off the wolf and spun around, his tail brushing past Walter's face. Max straddled his lover, trapping his thick rod under his cheeks. Walter's paws held the younger wolf's legs and Maxwell leaned forward to kiss him again. As he leaned forward Walter's cock was freed and sprung up to poke the younger wolf's cheeks.

"Breed me like that servant I walked in on..." Maxwell whispered. Walter looked shocked, surprised the prince remembered something from so long ago. When Maxwell was 16 he had walked in on Walter fucking one of the male servants. The prince never reported it because he secretly wished it was him the older wolf was bent over. Before he could reply Maxwell began taking the wolf's cock. His body shook as he impaled himself, stopping twice to relax. When he hilted on the wolf he arched his back and raised his head, resisting the urge to cry out like a bitch in heat.

Walter was in heaven; he drug his nails down the prince's thighs, leaving light marks in his fur. The wolf on top of him was near perfect in every way. Maxwell could feel his lover flexing his cock inside him, he squeezed around it and got a growl from Walter. The injured wolf couldn't do much but lay there as the prince began riding him, bouncing on him like some common whore. The younger wolf began gasping each time he hilted himself on Walter as he quickened his pace. Walter gripped the younger canine's cock as it bounced against his bandaged torso.

The prince gripped the older wolf's hairy chest and tugged lightly, as if he was trying to pull the wolf deeper into him. Walter growled louder than before, his knot pressing firmly against his prince's tight hole with each bounce. The large wolf couldn't take it, he needed to knot his prince. He sat up, ignoring his pain and covering Maxwell's muzzle with one paw; his other paw grabbed the younger wolf's hips and forced him down on his knot.

The younger wolf practically howled into the paw but it was muffled enough that no one heard it. The prince's tight hole was hugging the larger wolf's cock like no whore's ever had. He kept his paw on Maxwell's muzzle as he looked down, feeling something wet on his chest. Maxwell had cum when he was knotted, his cock was still pumping seed out and down his shaft. Several shots had hit Walter's chest and bandage. Maxwell began licking the paw that covered his muzzle while still grinding on the cock inside him. Walter looked back to his lover to see a needy and lustful look in his eyes. It pushed him over the edge and he pulled his paw from the prince's muzzle. Walter wrapped both arms around the prince and fell back onto the bed, pulling Maxwell with him. He held his lover tightly as his entire body pushed up into the younger wolf with each throb of his cock. Trying desperately to drive his seed as deep as possible into his lover.

Maxwell laid atop the larger wolf, gently rubbing his uninjured side as he felt the wolf empty inside him. After Walter had stopped cumming he gasped softly. They laid there into the night, refusing to part from one another even after Walter's knot shrank. They both fell asleep together long after the sun had set.