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Chapter 13

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Dante

"The fuck he did," the armored jaguar to our left snarled, tightening his grasp on his spear.

His raccoon counterpart, who stood at the other side of the door, grunted in agreement and kept one hand ready on the pommel of his sheathed sword. He, unlike the jaguar, had his visor closed and his face was concealed. I was, however, able to tell that he was a raccoon, since he smelled like he had not bathed in a century, making his scent pungent enough to seep through his armor.

Esme, Peter and I stood in front of King Ulpis' palace doors, which were located just above a mountain of immaculate white stairs. We had arrived in Ophylius after meeting Lant nearly a week ago. As usual, before entering the City, we had removed Peter's binds beforehand in order to avoid rousing suspicion. It was currently an hour before nightfall and the sun had already begun to spill the last drops of its orange blood across the sky.

The outside of the palace was simply mesmerizing. All across the front of the structure, which was a few hundred feet long, where several gargantuan white pillars that held up the roof, each being seven or eight feet thick. The walls had several etchings of wild deer scampering left, right and diagonally. And above our heads hung black lanterns, which I assumed were lit at night to grant sentries better visibility. The door between the two guards was the centerpiece of the palace's face. Its doorframe was pure gold and was about four inches in width all around the door, which was around six feet wide and nine feet tall. The door itself was an inviting chestnut color and held out a golden doorknocker that put even the brightest angel's halo to shame. Finally, just below the doorknocker, the door had an etching of Ulpis' Family crest, which was a red-eyed deer with a swirl of stars that illuminated its antlers, making it appear to be some kind of omnipotent being that had come to grant understanding of all the secrets in the world.

_ _ "It's true!" Esme defended my story. "Prince Lant invited us to stay here,"

_ _ The raccoon released the pommel of his sword and expressed his disbelief. "You know how many times we've heard that story?"

"We're not trying to deceive you," I said. "If you prefer, you may go ask Prince Lant. We are more than willing to wait,"

"And tell him what?" the jaguar butted into the conversation again. "Tell him there's some fuckin' beggars starving on his doorstep?"

Reassuringly, I gestured to my stomach with a flat open hand. "Look at us, sirs. We aren't starving. Why would we need to beg the Ulpis' for food?"

"Ya could be thieves," the jaguar suggested, spitefully.

"What kind of thief uses the front door?" Esme asked. "Or talks to the guards?"

The raccoon, after a moment of quiet consideration, turned his head to his fellow knight. "She has a point,"

"I still don't believe 'em," the jaguar spat while keeping his eyes looked on us.

"It can't hurt to ask," the raccoon said. "They aren't starving and don't look like thieves to me,"

The jaguar took his comrade's words into consideration and then replied, "Fine. Go ask. I'll stay here and keep an eye on these three,"

The raccoon's armor clanked as he turned and used the doorknocker, banging it against the wooden door four times, only to disappear through the doorway moments later after the door had opened.

As soon as the door banged closed, the jaguar tilted his spear and pointed its tip directly at my throat. "Try anything and I'll run this right through yer damn neck,"

"Good to know," Esme said, jokingly, not seeming to take into account that the spear was pointed at me and not her.

Hours seemed to pass until the door opened as Lant himself stepped out into the dying sunlight, accompanied by the raccoon from earlier and two other knights, both of whom wore had their visors down. Lant wasn't wearing the suit of armor he wore when he had first met us. Now, he was dressed in a teal tunic and black trousers that clung to his muscled legs. In fact, the only knight apparel that he wore was the broadsword sheathed at his side and the captain armband on his arm. Apart from those two minor details, his sanguine smile was all that remained of what he wore on the day we had originally met.

Lant moved towards us with open arms, his smile seeming brighter than before. "My guests are finally here!"

The jaguar knight pulled his spear into an upright position and bafflingly looked at the prince. "You invited them, my lord?"

"Yes, Sir Anthony," Lant said, smiling proudly at the jaguar. "I did,"

Lant then turned his head and re-focused his attention towards us. "Come on inside! It's almost night time,"

None of us argued and we followed the deer prince through the open doorway. Esme went first, then Peter went next and I brought up the rear. Once we were all inside, the two knights that had accompanied Lant outside shut the door behind us and took up positions on both sides of the doorframe.

The outside of the palace failed in comparison to the interior. The stone floor, which seemed to stretch out for miles, had a sleek white and black checkered pattern. The white walls on either side of us hung tapestries and paintings that portrayed the various events throughout the Ulpis' Family history. Battles, feasts and victories were given life through meticulous brushstrokes and intricate needlework, all of which were illuminated by the legions of candles that sat upon silver candleholders.

"We've already prepared rooms for all of you," Lant spoke, reminding me of his presence, as I gazed at the masterfully created artwork along the walls.

"'We?'" Esme asked. "You've already told your dad?"

"Yes," Lant said. "And he didn't need any convincing after I told him you three were the ones who've been giving Capres so much trouble,"

"He's not mad at us for your town being attacked?" Peter asked.

"Oh, no," Lant said, smiling back at us as we came to the end of the hallway and turned right. "He blames Capres for everything bad that happens. If a drought ever strikes, I'm sure he'd blame Capres for that, too,"

"Where are we going?" I procured. "To our rooms?"

"No," Lant said. "My father wanted to greet you three as soon as you arrived. He's in a meeting with his council as we speak,"

"When will we get the opportunity to meet your brother?" I asked.

"He's actually with my father, right now," Lant said. "My father insisted not long ago that my brother should start attending meetings, even though he doesn't have any authentic power yet. Father says that it'll teach him to be a better king. Honestly, I pity him,"

"Why's that?" Esme wondered.

"As a captain," Lant explained, "I get to go outside to stop murders and rapes. Ivan, on the other hand, gets to follow my dad everywhere all day long and has to watch him deal with his daily schedule. I imagine it gets boring listening to other people's problems all day, especially when your opinion doesn't matter,"

"All while your father's ass grows fatter each day," Esme snorted.

Lant, surprisingly, laughed at the kangaroo's joke. "I must admit, my father isn't exactly the thinnest man you'll ever meet,"

We turned around another corner and stumbled upon a pair of metal doors that had the exact same etching of the Ulpis crest as the door we had seen outside of the palace. However, these doors, unlike the one outside, had golden handlebars to pull on in order to open them. Also, much unlike the front door of the palace, there were four knights dressed in armor instead of only two, all of which bore the Ulpis crest on their breastplates. I was unable to tell what species any of them were because they all kept their visors closed. All four of the men stood in a single line, remaining in a shoulder-to-shoulder formation as we neared them.

Our host stopped walking and the three of us followed his example, remaining behind him at all times.

Lant slightly dipped his head forward, only to bring it back up. "At ease, men,"

"Who are these three, sir?" the knight on the far left asked, the metal of his visor trembling from the deep pitch of his voice.

"These," Lant said, as if we were long-lost childhood friends, "are my guests,"

"I'm sorry, Prince Lant," the knight apologized with sincere regret. "Your father is having a meeting with his council. It would be wise to introduce your guests to him later,"

"I assure you," Lant said, retaining his warm tone, "my father won't be upset. We'll just be in and out. He told me himself to bring these three to him once they arrived,"

The knight was silent for a moment, possibly wondering if he were going to be furiously scolded or not by King Ulpis. But, eventually, he turned and went through the door. As he stepped inside, I could overhear a buzz of conversation. However, after the knight had taken a step through the doorway, all of the discussion inside of the room ceased.

Then, the knight spoke loudly, as though he were giving some speech. "Prince Lant and his guests wish to enter, my lord,"

A mute moment passed.

"Well, don't just stand there like an idiot," a croaky voice criticized. "Send them in!"

The knight returned through the doorway and silently stepped to the right of the door, allowing us passageway through the line of men.

Lant turned and beckoned us to follow with his hand, just before leading us into the room, which held an oval table in its center that was around twenty feet in length. Along the sides of the table, sat seven men: two bulls, one antelope, one flamingo, a hyena, a zebra and a young buck. No tigers. Interesting. I wonder if that was an intentional decision. All were dressed in silk garments and wore jewelry that would enrage any good missionary. The young buck, I noticed, as we stood just at the end of the table and the door banged shut behind us, had his horns removed in order to allow him to wear the small silver crown that sat upon his head. It was then that I assumed he was Ivan, Lant's older brother and Prince of Ophylius. Unlike Lant, Ivan had a pair of sky-blue eyes.

Then, I gazed at the opposite end of the table from where we stood and saw a feeble buck sitting in a red armchair, whose grey muzzle was clearly visible from across the room. He must at least be sixty. He might even be seventy. His tunic -unlike any of the others sitting at the table- was hunter green. He also wore a robe that's shoulders were made up of blue linen, which were stretched out by his pudgy arms. Much like Ivan, his antlers had been completely removed, leaving the top of his head looking almost empty. However, unlike Ivan, the old man did not wear a crown. I was also just barely able to make out that his eyes were dark brown, just like Lant's, but showed no sign of affection.

"Lant," the old buck grunted and leaned back in his cushioned chair, "are these the ones?"

"Yes," Lant said, as he put his arms behind his back in a respectful manner. "These are the three I told you about,"

Abruptly, the old buck's chair slid back, screeching against the floor of the chamber as it did so. Leisurely, the elderly man rose from his seat and released a great sigh as his legs held up his massive belly, which hung over the edge of the table, making it seem as though he were nine months pregnant. And, as he began to pace around the table and silently hobble towards us, putting effort into every step, all of the eyes around the table were fixed upon him, the man who I now assumed was King Ulpis.

Once the old buck stood stationary before our group, all four of us turned to face him. His eyes fell upon me immediately and examined me from my face to my boots. Then, Ulpis' eyes returned to my face and were accompanied by a smile that made the hanging flesh under his chin jiggle when it crawled over his muzzle. "Capres' men never had a chance against you,"

"Thank you," I said, tilting my head slightly forward as Lant had done to the knights outside of the room. "It's an honor to hear you grant me such a compliment, Your Grace,"

"Oh, don't call me that," the king laughed. "We're just two men having a conversation. That's all!" His laughter abruptly ceased and his smile vanished from his soft face. "How did you do it?"

My ears flicked in surprise and I stared back at the king, wondering if maybe I misunderstood what he was asking me.

"I know it's a stupid question," Ulpis coughed and continued, "but I'm sick of sitting in my chair all day. I'd much rather be out there with a sword in my hand and a shield in the other. So, for God's sake, tell me. I'd like to remember what it feels like to be young and fighting again,"

"Um," I said, unsure of what to do with Ulpis' explanation. "I shot them,"

"With your bow?" Ulpis asked, his eyes growing with delight.

"No," I shook my head. "With my gun,"

Ulpis blinked and his eyes drifted to my side where my gun's holster hung. "That gun?"

"Yes,"

The king's eyes drearily blinked as they looked back up at me. "May I hold it?"

At first, I didn't trust the old man with my gun. He may have never used one before and could have accidently pulled the trigger, resulting in someone's death. But, seeing as my friends and I were guests in Ulpis' home, I drew my weapon from its holster and held its grip out towards him.

His fingers, as plump as rats, crawled around the grip of my gun and weakly took it from me. Almost dramatically, he pointed the weapon upward towards the ceiling and began to examine it.

After fondly glazing over the gun with curious eyes, Ulpis looked at Lant with spitefulness and spoke with condescension. "And you lost fifteen men,"

"Father," Lant said, "Capres had fifty men. We were outnumbered and we still killed all of-"

"Oh, shut up," Ulpis spat. "You had forty men and you lost nearly half of them. This wolf managed to kill three knights on his own! I should make him the captain of my knights instead of you,"

Lant remained silent, clearly wishing to avoid further kindling his father's anger.

"See?" Ulpis continued to torture the poor prince. "You don't even have the balls to stand up to an old man. What kind of a knight are you?"

After not receiving a response from Lant, the king lowered my gun and handed it to me, just before turning around to trudge back towards his seat. "Lant, show our guests to their rooms...if you can even manage that,"

"Father," Lant sighed, "I think I can deal with-"

"Christ, never mind," Ulpis said, sitting down in his chair with a grunt. "You'll just get lost," The king turned his head to the left to face Ivan. "Show our guests to their rooms, Ivan,"

Without a word, Ivan rose from his seat and trotted over to our end of the table.

Lant sighed and turned towards us. His face, now that his back was to King Ulpis, did not conceal his irritation, allowing his nostrils to flare with fury. "I will see you three later,"

After that, Lant brushed past us and knocked on the door. A moment later, the door opened and he was gone.

"Follow me, please," Ivan beckoned, sweetly, his voice almost as soft as his brother's. He then made his way to the still-open door and guided us back into the hallway, away from King Ulpis' council room.

Once we traveled around a corner and were out of earshot of the sentries, Esme said, "Your father's an asshole,"

"Esme!" Peter hissed at the kangaroo.

Ivan sighed, causing his shoulders to sink. "He's been like that ever since my mother was killed. Believe it or not, he was skinny then, too,"

"Did you see how he treated your brother in there?" Esme asked.

"A daily occurrence, I'm afraid," Ivan admitted. "He's been hard on Lant since our mother died, trying to make him tough. I tell my dad that he's being cruel, but he tends to ignore me. He still won't let my brother be his General. Dad says its because Lant's inexperienced, but I know its because he's teaching him some kind of lesson. When I'm King of Ophylius, though, the first thing that I'll do is give Lant the position. There's nobody else I trust more,"

We were silent for the rest of the walk.

Soon, we came upon three doors, all of which were on the left side of the hallway.

"Here are the guest rooms," Ivan announced. "You each can choose what room you want,"

"Are you leaving?" Peter asked.

"Yes," Ivan said. "I need to go back to the council meeting and tend to a few other matters. I'll see you three again at dinner,"

"Thank you," I said to the prince. "We appreciate your hospitality,"

"It's no trouble," Ivan said with a smile. "See you tonight!"

The prince turned and walked back down the way we had come.

"Well," Esme said as she crossed her arms and smirked, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting the biggest bed,"

"The hell you do," I said and flaunted Esme a smile. "I'm the reason Ulpis is letting us stay here in the first place. If it weren't for me, we'd still be sleeping out in the woods,"

"Hey," Esme said and shoved me, playfully. "You got to sleep with a whore! I think you've gotten your reward already,"

"Fine," I laughed. "Peter?"

The otter's white-painted ears twitched and he gazed up at me.

"Do you care what room you get?" I asked him.

Peter's ears fell back and he shook his head. "No. Not really. I'm just happy I won't be sleeping on the ground for a while,"

"Dante?" Esme spoke. "Shouldn't someone stay with him and make sure he doesn't run off? Who knows how long it'll be until the Talth stop looking for us. He'll get a lot of chances to run away,"

I glanced down at the otter and he gazed helplessly back up towards me. Honestly, I hadn't even thought about Peter trying to escape.

"Don't worry about me," Peter said. "I know better than to try and run...now,"

To see Peter humbly admit that he had made a mistake was so astounding. And he neither said it with a hint of sarcasm or in a whiny tone. Then again, after I began to think about it, he really didn't have much of a choice, so maybe he was feigning his newfound modesty.

"Okay," I said. "Esme, find the room with a bed to your liking. Peter and I will pick after you,"

After Esme opened all three doors and was disappointed to see that all of the beds were the same, she picked the one that was furthest to the right. Peter then selected the room on the far left, leaving me with the room in the center.

I closed my door and examined my room after the three of us agreed to retire until we were called to dinner. Much like the hallway, the ground of the marble floor had a white and black checkerboard pattern. A bed lay to my left and was covered with black suede blankets. There also were five or six red pillows with yellow tassels around their edges piled at the head of the bed. To my right, there was a tan couch that was about ten feet long, which leaned its back against the wall. To the left of the couch, was a small empty desk that couldn't have been wider than two feet and was most likely only used for reading. In front of the desk sat a desolate chair, which was free of any scratches or missing pieces of wood on its legs. Ahead of me, there was an open doorway, which, after entering and discovering a black chamber pot, I realized was the privy.

Drearily, as I stepped out of the privy and back into the center of my room, I removed my quiver, bow and knapsack, placing them on the desk with a tired sigh before unlacing my boots. I then set them on the chair in front of the desk. Next, I slid off my belt, which still held my rapier and gun, before setting it on the desk as well. I probably should leave them here for dinner, too. Ulpis' knights would certainly feel more at ease if I did.

_ _ I sat down on the left side of the bed, allowing my hindquarters to sink into the enticing material. Much to my surprise, it was softer than the fur of even the most expensive whores. After my eyelids glided shut, I took a deep breath, allowing the muscles in my body to relax. It certainly had been a long time since I had slept on a decent bed.

Suddenly, my fur began to grow warm and I realized that the room was stuffy, mostly due to its limited size. With grace, I unbuttoned my cloak and tossed it onto the desk from across the room, unwilling to leave the soft bed beneath me. Still, my body burned, so I also stripped off my tunic and threw it over onto the desk as well. However, while in mid-air, my tunic curved in its velocity and ended up being draped over the arm of the couch. Yet, I was too lazy to go and move it onto the desk with the rest of my possessions.

I then closed my eyes again and fell backwards, my back singing with delight as I sank into tenderness of the bed, which was just as inviting as a lover's heartfelt embrace. It was not long until sleep detained me and dragged me down into its sweet chambers of oblivion.

Sometime later, I was heaved from the depths of my slumber by a knock at my door.

My ears flicked as I glanced over at the door. Probably Esme or Peter. "Yes?"

"May I come in?" a voice inquired through the wood of the door.

Lant.

_ _ "Of course," I replied loudly enough for him to hear. "It's your home, after all,"

The doorknob squeaked as it rotated and the door drew open to reveal Lant, just before he stepped inside. "Sorry. My mother practically beat manners into me,"

"Ah, mothers," I said, as I sat up on the bed and while Lant closed the door. "They have a way of living inside the heads of their sons,"

"Truer words have never been spoken," Lant agreed with a grin, as he turned back around to face me. His eyes suddenly widened as he noticed that my chest was bare. "Oh. Is this...a bad time?"

"Not at all!" I assured him, as I scooted to the end of the bed. "It's a just a little stuffy in here,"

"My apologies," Lant said, as he continued to stare at my torso. "These rooms are the only ones we have available,"

Unexpectedly, my fur began to blister with fear. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to complain. You have-"

Lant raised his hand to silence me and finally looked up from my chest with a smile. "No offense taken. I know what you meant,"

In an effort to ease my tension, I attempted to make the prince laugh. "Still, sleeping in a stuffy room is better than sleeping in the woods any day!"

Lant did not smile. Instead, his eyes had drifted back to my stomach and were now full of interest. "That's a terrible scar you have,"

I glanced down at a crooked red line running across my belly, which was the largest scar that I had on my chest. Gingerly, I pointed at it and looked up at Lant again. "This? Lant nodded.

"It was a gift I received from a Talth I met on the road," I recalled, as I traced over the old wound with my finger, causing the hairs on my back to tingle. "He told me I could give him all my money or be split me down the middle by his sword,"

"What did you do?" Lant wondered, as he persisted to gawk at my scar.

I shrugged. "I drew my sword and said I wasn't going to give him a single coin. He managed to nick me right before I jumped out of the way. He came at me again, but I ran my sword right through him,"

Lant blinked and pointed to my side. "And that one?"

I looked down to my right side, where he was pointing, but failed to see what specific scar he was talking about. "Which one?"

"This one," Lant said, as he edged toward me and moved some of my fur with two gentle fingers, revealing a tiny scratch just above my hip.

"That?" I asked and pondered for a moment. "I don't remember,"

"A pity," Lant sighed and stepped away from me, allowing my fur to fall back down to cover the scar. "I don't get to hear many good stories these days. Since I'm the king's son, my men are so afraid of offending me that they won't even share their escapades at whorehouses,"

"Being a prince must be lonely," I said, seeing sadness in Lant's eyes.

"It is," he said and drew quiet. The prince did not step away from my bed and continued to stare upon my chest, glossing over my injuries with his eyes, which seemed to twinkle like stars every time they admired a new scar, making my tail twitch uncomfortably. "You must have a lot of stories to tell,"

"I've been to many places," I admitted, "and I've done a lot of things,"

"I bet you have," Lant chuckled.

Wait.

_ _ My heart barley had enough time to freeze in surprise before Lant arched his neck and bent over to kiss me. I was about turn my head and break the kiss, but I caught a glance of Lant's open eyes, which watched me with delight, melting my resistance away like how the sun melts snow. Slowly, I allowed the prince's lips to do their work and I closed my eyes, just before returning their gentle kisses.

Carefully, I lay back onto the bed while he lay on top of me, still locking his lips against mine. His hand nested on the center of my chest and slowly began to slide down, caressing my fur. Eventually, his warm tender grasp discovered my growing cock and rubbed it through the soft material of my trousers. His fingers circled around it eagerly, teasing it with their tips. It was not very long until my cock became fully erect and was nearly stabbing through my trousers.

Abruptly, the prince pulled away from me and stood up just an inch away from the end of the bed. His eyes, full of lust, stared at me while he unbuttoned his tunic and threw it from his body. Once his tunic lay on the floor, I gazed at Lant's bare chest, which was covered with hardened muscles, and I watched it heave with power in every breath he took.

Filled with desire and urgency, I crawled to the edge of the bed and began to undo Lant's belt buckle. In mere seconds, his trousers were around his boots and I pulled down his loincloth to reveal his cock, which stood at full mass, awaiting my undivided attention.

Hands pressed down onto my shoulders and pushed me back onto the bed. Lant then kicked off his boots instantly and shuffled his legs free from his trousers before sliding his loincloth off. While he stripped himself free from the restraint of his clothes, I did the same, tossing my trousers and loincloth off to the side of the bed, allowing them to shambolically spread out across the floor.

Once we were both undressed, Lant jumped onto the bed and climbed on top of me, just before we embraced in each other's arms to exchange more lustful kisses. While we kissed, our cocks rubbed against one another, causing my fur to prickle with guilty delight and for me to moan into Lant's mouth. My pleasure only intensified with every kiss and every movement we made, which caused our cocks to caress one another even more.

Then, Lant tore his lips from mine and stared down at me with his powerful brown eyes. In their circles, I was able to witness the passionate fire that had lit inside of him. He had no intention of fighting it. Neither did I.

Warily, while keeping his eyes locked onto mine, Lant slid himself down my body until he was at my paws. He got on his knees and lifted my legs into the air, tightly coiling his warm hands over my legs. He placed my legs onto his broad shoulders and slid his hands over my hips. Suddenly, I felt a hardness poke against the lower part of my thigh. As I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in an effort to ready myself, I released an anticipated moan for the gift I was about to receive.

Pain blasted through my insides as the prince entered me. Perhaps it was due to the fact that I had never been on the receiving end of sex before or because Lant hadn't prepped me with a finger or two. It baffled me how I hadn't realized these things until Lant slid into my depths and caressed the inner walls of my body. Yet, I was soon lost in the moment. I relished in the sensation of Lant filling me. It made me feel whole, as if some crucial part of me had been missing for a very long time. And, while the prince slowly withdrew himself and then traveled deeper inside of me with a single thrust, I realized that my pain was diminishing. Eventually, a few thrusts later, the pain had been completely relinquished by both pleasure and a growing desire for the prince to never stop.

"Faster," I begged, as my eyes strained to stay open.

"You sure?" Lant grunted in between another deep thrust.

"Yes," I moaned, as the buck pushed into me, biting my lower lip as I closed my eyes.

Lant headed my plea and began to pick up speed immediately. His flesh slapped against me, which grew louder as his thrusts became swifter.

My arms spread out above my head. I gripped the bed sheets with my tense fingers, crinkling their smooth butter-like composure. All of my senses had been completely diminished by pleasure and there was not a single care in my mind about Peter, the Talth or the world.

"Could you," Lant said, rearing back and thrusting into me once again, "get on all fours?"

I opened my eyes, forcing myself to pull away from my pleasure for a moment. "Sure,"

Lant withdrew himself quickly after my answer and scooted back towards the edge of the bed in order to give me some room. In half a second, I was on my knees and balanced myself on the upper part of my arms. Naughtily, I raised my ass high into the air and shook my tail, inviting Lant to enter me once again.

His hands placed themselves on my cheeks and spread them apart to make way for his throbbing cock. Again, he entered me, only this time he was able to stimulate areas he hadn't touched before, areas that were so tight that it felt as though we hadn't already been fucking.

A few thrusts later, I could tell that he was getting close to finishing. His breaths had grown shorter and his pace showed no indication of slowing down. His fingers also dug themselves into my ass, creating a small stinging sensation, which I actually found to be quite exciting.

Then, he stopped and made one last enormous thrust into me, just before releasing a moan that loudly echoed off the walls of the room.

For a few moments, Lant didn't speak. Instead, his chest heaved against me, trying to catch as much air as it possibly could. Then, gently, he pulled himself out of me, causing a few dense droplets to land on the fur of my hindquarters. I then rolled over onto my back and saw that his hardness was painted in a coat of white.

Without warning, Lant's hand found itself onto my cock and began to crank it rapidly. His eyes watched me as his hand did its work, making certain not to miss my face contort with delight. That sent me over the edge and I quickly sprayed my seed into his hand, which stuck between his fingers like oil. I moaned and tremors ran along my arms, as well as over my shoulder blades. Meanwhile, the room became filled with the musky scent of our deed, which slightly stung my nostrils with its sour kiss.

Without a word, Lant crawled off of me and began to rustle his clothes as he re-dressed himself. His back was to me and the waistband of his loincloth had barley slid over his white hindquarters when he spoke. "You can't tell anybody about this,"

I scooted towards the top of the bed and lay against some of the pillows, placing my hands behind my head. "I know,"

The deer picked up his trousers and pulled them over his legs in one quick heave. "My father already prefers my brother and he doesn't need another reason to criticize me,"

"I understand," I said, stretching out my legs and discovering that I was a little sore.

"And who knows what my men would do if they found out their captain was a faggot?" Lant mumbled half to himself. "They'd probably never take an order from me again," Lant then slid his tunic on and, after buttoning it, began to wrap his belt around his waist.

"Don't worry," I reassured him for the third time. "I won't say a word. After all, who would believe me? I'm just a common traveler,"

After buckling his belt, Lant turned to face me. "You'd be surprised how many gossips there are around here. That flamingo you saw on my father's council? After a few glasses of wine, you can't get him to shut up for all of the gold in the world," The prince then bent over and sat on the ground as he began to put on his boots.

I smiled and crawled down the bed to peek over the edge. "So...do you always sleep with your house guests?"

The buck smiled back, forgetting about his father and his knights for a brief moment. "Actually, the only reason I invited you and your friends to stay here was because I thought you were handsome,"

"Really?" I chuckled. "Oh my. The prince is a devil!"

His smile grew twofold. "You have no idea, gorgeous,"

Once his boots were laced, he rose and strode towards the door. He reached out his arm, but, once he touched the doorknob with his fingers, he stopped and sniffed the air. "You should probably spray some perfume in here. I can smell the cum,"

"I don't have any," I said, after smelling the leftover scent of our passionate debauchery for a second time.

Lant turned the knob and stepped out into the hallway. "I'll send you some,"