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"It is good to be king." Scar purred to himself as he undressed before the large full body mirror. His voice heavy with the self-importance and pride a king should have. After unbuttoning his robes and removing them Scar tossed them off to be picked up later, the moment they left his body they were no longer a concern of his.

Running his hands over his body to admire himself Scar did not notice the guest in the room until they cleared their throat. Anger flamed under Scar's breast bone and his blood ran hot. "Who dares to come into my rooms?" Scar growled whirling around with his arm cutting a line through the air. Scar's scowl became subdued as he saw the robed figure standing just inside his door. From head to toe the figure wore fine purple cloth to hide any visage of their form. The only part of the being Scar could see was a snout that stuck out from under a hood and even that was perplexing. It was the kind of snout you'd find on a hyena only shorter with white fur and green scales.

The figures response was only to tilt their head slightly in question. Raising one furred hand from under the robe's long sleeves the figure said "Save it Scar, I am here on a matter of business." cutting off the impassioned comment Scar had ready on his tongue. "It's been five years scar. Your people are prosperous, your nephew is under your thumb, and you rule! I am here to see my side of the deal is up kept." The figure was sure to enunciate his final words so Scar understood him clearly. "Kneel and become part of my kingdom to the north as was promised on pride rock."

A ruckus laugh roared from the lion's mouth as he threw his head back. He laughed with such force that he had to reach back to brace himself or else fall into the mirror behind him. Smiling Scar shook his head and motioned around the room where many fine clothes, bedding, furniture and works of art decorated his bedroom. "You speak to a king mind yourself mystic. You came when I needed you the least spouting words that my nephew would appear again after his father's ill-fated death and I would be overthrown. Yet when you came back no one wanted him on the throne after seeing what I've done." Touching his chest Scar raised his head as he spoke. "I owe you nothing mystic and I implore you to mind your tongue."

Pulling back their hood the figure looked Scar directly into the eyes. "You would have failed if not for you, torn apart by the very hyenas you use to police your kingdom. Do you think your dry savanna would have been granted such a lush bounty over these past years if not for my meddling hands?" The figure spoke with a calm strength, each word spoken as if they were the only ones that could have been used. Under the hood was a being with a face akin to his hyena's but more squat with rounded ears where their's were pointed. The eyes though were what drew Scar in. He had seen the face only a few times over the years, but he knew those eyes very well. A deep purple the eyes shined with a brightness like polished stones with a firmness and surety underneath them.

A nervous laugh came back to Scar before he shook his head, as much to show his denial as shake off the fear that was trying to rob him of his determination. "No, I don't care what you say mystic. Be gone and never darken my doorstep again." Scar said with a dismissive flick of his wrist. As he turned to go back to admiring his body the figure raised his hand and Scar's whole body locked up mid motion. Muscles tightened and wouldn't listen to Scar's demands to move. Even rotating his head was out of the question, he could only turn his eyes to see the figure's hand glowing with a deep purple mist the poured off of it to disappear an inch later.

"You've broken your deal, your right to choose is forfeit." The Mystic growled out as he pulled his arm back towards his side. Each word he spoke come out with an impact the Scar

could feel in his very soul causing a sweat to break out. "Now kneel." Against his own will Scar was forced to walk slowly to stand before the mystic. First one knee and then the other hit the ground bringing Scar low. Scar's head followed his knees and brought him down to touch the stone floor. "You will only know me as Damion now." The mystic growled before placing his foot on the back of his scar's head.

From his place on the floor Scar could see nothing but grey slate and Damion's other foot. Any effort to move his body was meet with a refusal from his muscles. It was as if his body was not his own and that made him angry. His blood boiled and all he could do was rage inside of his mind, wishing harm on to Damion.

"Let us leave, so I can show you the price of your transgressions feline. Do not worry about your kingdom. I am sure your nephew will enjoy his rightful seat running it." Damion spoke with great pleasure to his words. Scar wasn't focusing on his smug captor though, more so the fact that he was beginning to sink into the floor. With only a slight ripple of light showing something weird was going on the floor pulled Scar in with a warm embrace. It was a steady process that had Scar fighting for control of his person again. The panic became desperate when his head had all but sunken into the floor, and he was robbed of his sight to be given infinite blackness. The only thing that told him he was awake was the weight of Damion foot on his head.

With even the touch of Damion's foot on the back of his head was gone Scar found himself floating in a sea of black that rustled his fur in warm puffs of air. Still coming to the grips of what was happening to him the world spun around scar. The sense of what was down and up changed in a dizzying moment of vertigo.

Abruptly Scar had control of his body once more as he was hurtled into a wall of light. He impacted it with a physical force that knocked the wind out of him and blinded him for the lights intensity. No longer in the warm darkness Scar found himself laying on his back in soft bedding where he laid languidly, his muscles slack. Reeling from sudden changes Scar laid in the bed content to stay motionless as his vision came back.

"I would have thought that jump wouldn't have taken as much out of you." Damion's voice said from somewhere to the right of Scar's head. The shock quickly dissipated from Scar's mind as Damion's voice brought him back. Rage caused Scar to sit up as his blood ran hot with purpose. He would exact his revenge on Damion for what he done. What Damion had done still wasn't clear to Scar, but he knew it was something one did not do to a king.

"How dare you!" Scar roared before his voice was choked off again and his body was seized again. Having turned his head to where Damion's voice came from Scar was able to see the mystic approaching him once more as his vision cleared, fist glowing purple with the eerie mist once more. Using the non-glowing hand Damion undressed from his robe to expose a mostly white furred body with a belly of scales similar to a crocodile. Behind the undressing mystic was a large stone wall decorated with gold plate. Scar couldn't move his head to look and only could see the start of the figure stamped into the gold plate.

"How dare I, I was not the one to go back on our deal. I merely take what I worked to obtain." Damion preached as he stepped closer to Scar. Fully nude now Damion threw his robe off out of scar's sight before releasing Scar once again. Scar managed to catch himself before he toppled off the side of the gathering of pillow when control of his body was abruptly given

back to him. He was in fact laying in a raised bed, unlike his own that had been carved into the floor. "And what I've obtained is you, going back on our deal makes your life forfeit along with your kingdom." Damion continued as he grabbed a handful of scar's mane and lifted him up from looking at the floor to look into his eyes.

Seeing his chance Scar strike Damion, dragging his claws along Damion's belly catching fur and scale. Scar's claws came away red with Damion's blood." I'll end you, it's my kingdom!" Scar roared and rose up to continue the strike. He was halted when Damion grabbed Scar around the neck to force scar over and onto his back.

"Oh very tough cat. I will ruin you and make you bow." Damion was shouting by the time he finished his sentence. Releasing his hold onto Scar's mane Damion increased his hold on Scar's neck. The grip tightened and tightened very slowly around Scar's throat. Using his claws once more Scar struck wherever his hands could reach, gouging and tearing at Damion flesh. Still, it wasn't enough for Damion to lift his hand and Scar's fighting only grew weaker as the world grew dark. "I will make you pay for every mark cat, remember why." was the words scar heard as he was plunged into the dark once more.

When scar awoke again he found himself laying on his back once more looking up at a far less impressive ceiling. The room itself as resembled a cell with its stone walls and dank atmosphere. Torch light streamed in through a grate set into a door to the left of scar as the only meager light. Scar tried to move off the hard surface he woke up on he found his limbs shackled to it. His hands were together above his head while his legs were spread wide. "You will let me out of these bonds." Scar yelled to the high heavens. The intensity and volume of his words making his already ailing throat worse. Scar vented to all the four corners of his room as he shook against his bonds. His rage of his status as a king thrown into the dirt boiling over. The wooden table and shackles did not bend under the lion's rage. His throat breaking before his anger did, leaving him to only whisper his curses.

The sound of something large and heavy scraping across the floor drew Scar's attention. Having shouted for so long Scar could only offer his bared teeth to Damion as he arrived through a door holding a torch. "Thank you for telling me when he woke up. " Damion said to someone outside the door. Knowing someone had heard his cried and done nothing but bring Damion to him relit Scar's fire and left him pulling on his bonds. "I would think a king would know when he is beaten, but I overestimated you I see." Damion jeered as he walked around Scar and put the torch into a holder set into the wall. Striping back out of his robes Damion set it down on something out of view of scar.

"I'll make you pay." Scar croaked out just above a whisper and for his trouble found Damion's palm connecting with his face. Stars dotted his vision as his head was flung to the side.

"I don't know what you said, but understand I am in no mood to talk." Damion said as he put one knee onto the table and then another. Reaching down to scar's bounds Damion unlocked one then another, both times his hands producing a flash of purple light before the shackles came off. Scar's first reaction was try to strike at Damion, but he was expecting it. Grabbing Scar's ankles he wrenched the lion's knees up to his chest and pinned him there. "I shall enjoy this." Damion snarled out as Scar struggled. The implications of the words barely

began to stir in Scar's head when he felt something warm and hard press against his rear. The sudden feeling stunned scar and Damion wasted no time.

Throwing his head back Scar let out a near silent cry as Damion pressed himself inside Scar's virginal passage. "That was the face I waited for." Damion sneered down at Scar with a toothy smile. Bucking Scar tried to shove Damion off to achieve nothing. Pain unfamiliar to Scar caused the lion to close his eyes as he tensed up. Damion's cock had a spaded head, a small mercy for Scar, and ridges along his cock. Each ridge that sank in cause Scar to tense up a new and throw his head back. On the way out it was even worse as scar's whole body tensed and his toes splayed.

"I will make it easier for you, but you must beg." Damion offered as he held his hips flush to scar's rear. After a few thrusts Scar had loosened up a little.

For scar the pain was unbearable. Tears had started to flow down his face as both the humiliation and pain wrecked his body. "Please." He wept as he turned his head away from Damion. With a low groan of pleasure Damion pulled himself out slowly. Suspecting Damion to be thrusting in once more Scar begged again, coaxing a throaty groan from Damion.

With a whistle from Damion the door was pushed open once more and a jackal came into the room carrying a jug. The jackal wore a white robe with purple trim. "Here you are my lord." He bowed before Damion and laid the jug on the table Damion knelt on. As quickly as they entered the jackal left.

"Do you know what this is my little dethroned king?" Damion asked as he poured the jug over Scar's groin and butt. When it touched his rear the sticky substance that was in the jug proved divine. It cooled and numbed the pain greatly. "It is a palm oil mixed with a healing salve. It is what whores are given in their first weeks of their job. That is what you are to me now, until I find use for you elsewhere." Damion informed Scar as he poured some of the oil mixture on his hard cock. Grabbing Scar's ankles once more Damion pressed himself in and began thrusting. The pain was all but gone now, but it was uncomfortable. Damion's cock forcing Scar to accept it into his body. It violated something Scar never knew he held so dear and laid him bare.

The ridges along Damion's cock served to ease entry but stretch on their way out. Even through the oil Scar could feel his hole growing sore with a dull throb underneath the discomfort and Damion only was speeding on. Damion bore down on scar as he took him, pinning his legs to his chest as he leaned into the thrust.

Scar wanted nothing more for the moment to be over, but had no way of doing so. All he could do was not focus on the pain as much or focus on anything. He couldn't stop it, so he could only let it happen. It pained him to even think such a thing. But, he had to survive. He survived living under his brother, and he would survive this injustice.

The injustice wasn't over though because soon enough Scar was introduced to something new and painful. Growing sweaty and his breath labored Damion was getting close. With that brought Damion's knot and as the bulb grew he wasn't satisfied with keeping it in Scar. Each thrust in he would force it past Scar's tight hole and yank it back out to stretch the hole. It soon proved more than even the oil could help and Scar threw his head back in pain as the knot grew in size. Damion soon joined him as he thrusted the knot in one last time and orgasmed.

"It's good to be a king." He cried out as he came, filling scar up with his seed. Not even waiting to finish his orgasm he pulled back out to elect a scream from Scar once more. Shooting a few last strands of Scar's crotch and chest Damion got up, leaving the robe and jug where they were. "I will be back soon, do not leave here." Damion joked as he walked out the door. As he left Scar could hear Damion demanding for a towel.