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This story was written for Meekhowl as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and dom/sub play. :3

K is for Kingly

"You have failed me, Jace. You have disappointed your King. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Dropping to one knee, Jace whimpered softly as he peered nervously up at the King. Rowan might have been younger than the wildcat, he might have been smaller and far more slight of build, he might have been less physically capable than the knight was by quite some degree... and yet, he was the King. His word was law, and though the two of them were alone in the throne room right now with no-one else here to witness the King's disappointment, to even be aware of his own failure in the King's presence was a humiliation the likes of which Jace had hoped never to have to endure.

"I offer no excuses, my King. Please know that I am your humble servant now as ever, and that I will do anything and everything in my power to right the wrong I have allowed to pass due to my actions."

King Rowan raised an eyebrow, the ram-lion hybrid tilting his head and smiling as the crown perched upon it shifted from where it had been resting against one of his curved horns to the other.

"Everything in your power? So... if I knew of a way you could earn your way back into my good graces, and I told you of it, you would do it?"

Jace raised his head, eyes wide and hopeful. He nodded urgently.

"Yes. Yes, my King. Anything."

Rowan giggled and licked his lips.

"Anything, without question?"

In his desperation to appease the King once more, the brave knight did not even think about the tone of voice he could hear clear as day escaping the King. A tone he had heard before no doubt, and one that always meant trouble, mischief on the King's part when uttered. All he could think about was righting the wrong he had allowed to come to pass, and for that reason he nodded to the King once again.

"Yes, my King. Absolutely anything."

Clapping his hands together, Rowan flung his legs over one arm of the throne and turned himself to sit at a more comfortable, relaxed angle within it. He giggled, and as he regarded the knight while Jace stood up from the ground with his head still bowed respectfully low, one of the King's paws reached down between his legs. Rowan rubbed at his crotch, squeezing and massaging it gently in full view of the knight. He only stopped when Jace heard him moan and glanced curiously, nervously upward, giggling yet again as the knight saw what he was doing and issued forth a bashful whine.

"M-my King..."

Jace began, trying to back-pedal on what he had already said as it suddenly occurred to him how his words could be taken. Before he could get anywhere close to far enough though, the King delivered his command. He spoke aloud, and with his word being law, and the knight before him being a direct instrument of that law, both Rowan and Jace knew that with those words spoken there was nothing that the knight could do to avoid carrying them out.

"Strip for me, Jace. Take off your clothes in a seductive dance for your King. Ensure that I am suitably aroused, suitably excited by your performance, so that by the time you are naked... I am ready for what will follow."

Jace trembled and whimpered. He might have been a brave and powerful knight, capable on the battlefield and more than willing to put his feline form in harm's way to see justice and righteousness prevail throughout the King's lands. But... dancing? Stripping? Exposing his strong body right here in the King's throne room? He was horrified by how embarrassed the very idea of doing so made him feel. Overwhelmed and shocked by how close he came just thinking about it to saying no, to actually breaking his word to the King and telling Rowan that he couldn't do what was being asked of him. Worse still though, he wasn't merely humiliated by the idea of stripping and dancing for the King. He was humiliated by how excited just thinking about doing that for his beloved, cherished King made him.

Slowly and so very bashfully, he felt his feet begin to shuffle from side to side. He mewled as his lush tail swung back and forth behind him, and ever so carefully and slowly began to unfasten the buttoned length of his tunic. It took him almost thirty seconds to unbutton the garment at that slow, steady pace, but when he began to tease it off his shoulders and arms every bit as slowly, the King tapped at his throne with his jewelled royal sceptre and murmured a single command.

"Faster."

With another whimper the feline knight quickened his pace, soon casting aside his tunic and then the vest top beneath it, leaving him bare chested. To his rapidly growing embarrassment and excitement alike, at this point the King began to strip too. As the knight kicked off his leather shoes Rowan was busily stripping off his cloak, his crown and his own lushly stitched, padded tunic. Already barefoot it wasn't long before the two of them were similarly attired, or undressed, and as Jace tried to dance more openly and in an attention-grabbing manner with his upper body only so as to distract from how he was beginning to unfasten his belt, he groaned as he saw the King already stroking his crotch all over again. A crotch which was now visibly tenting the King's gorgeous silken britches, and which Jace could see quivering and twitching as he ran out of time and found himself with no choice but to slide down his own trousers to reveal the long-johns covering the majority of his legs below.

"Oh, look at that... so cute. Though, I dare say I could buy you some more seductive and charming undergarments. Something a little shorter, and more focused around the package perhaps? Like mine. Have a look, see what you think."

As Jace was now down to his underwear, so too did the King strip down to his. There were no long-johns to be found upon the protector of the realm however. Instead he was wearing a pair of blue silk briefs, the lush, smooth and pale fabric stretched somewhat out of shape by the bulge of his cock outlined through it, and a small dark spot visible upon the material itself around the very tip of Rowan's obvious erection.

"Look at it, Jace. Look at it and tell me what you think. Would you like a pair of these to wear while you danced for me? They're ever so smooth, and they feel ever so good against one's unmentionables. Though, I don't intend for them to remain unmentionable for long, of course."

The King spread his legs wide apart, one stretched out over each chair-arm of his throne, sitting back in the lush seat with his crotch thrust forward and fully on display as it twitched and throbbed and made that dark spot ever bigger through the stretched silk fabric. He put himself on full display, grinning from ear to ear, and only grew all the more delighted and excited as Jace couldn't help but obey once more, and looked at his underwear. At his throbbing, rock hard cock. And sure enough, just as the King knew that it would, staring at Rowan's underwear and the flesh contained within it had a very particular effect upon Jace's own underwear-clad form.

The knight squirmed not in a dance but in utter embarrassment as he felt his cock hardening, felt his long-johns stretching and swelling with the growth of his erection within them. He looked down at his crotch, the bulge in the white fabric almost more noticeable than if he'd just taken his underwear off without delay to begin with, then back up at the King. Once more he mewled in dismay at just how excited, just how horny all of this was making him, and as he watched Rowan kick out his legs, hook his thumbs under the waistline of his briefs and begin to tease them down, so too was he compelled to pull down his own undergarments so that the King was not left even more exposed than the man whom he had commanded to strip in the first place.

Soon both King and knight were naked. Both Rowan and Jace were rock hard. The only real difference between them was that as the King rose from his throne he did so with obvious pride in his bare, exposed body, while Jace trembled and quaked with shame not regarding the appearance of his attractive and muscular form, but over the fact that it was so obviously aroused by the man he was meant to be serving and protecting, not ogling like some piece of eye candy.

Thankfully for Jace, he didn't have to have the most intimate and exposed portions of his body left on display to the King for too long. After a short while of the two of them standing face to face, mere feet apart, the lion-ram hybrid addressed the knight with a playful giggle.

"Good. That's what I wanted to see. Now, if you'll be a sweetie and turn around for me..."

Jace did so, turning to face the other end of the throne room and leaving his back, and his buttocks exposed to the King. He took a deep breath, and tried to steady his nerves and indeed his excitement as his erect cock twitched once more. All his attempts to calm down however went straight to hell as soon as the King spoke again.

"Now, bend over forward, spread your legs apart, and spread your butt-cheeks open wide for me."

Turning his head, Jace's eyes bulged.

"M-my King??"

Rowan shot him a warning glare.

"Without question. You said you would obey without question. Was that a falsehood? Did you lie to your King, Jace?"

A mere second later, quivering in humiliation and unbelievably intense arousal, Jace was bending over forwards, hands upon his buttocks, legs and cheeks spread to show off his clean pink pucker to the King. He dared not stop, dared not change position until he was told, so he stood there exposed like that for ten seconds, then twenty, then thirty, then for-...

" Ahhhh! M-my King?!?"

Jace yelped, not in pain or disapproval, but in humiliation and pure, uncontrollable lust as he suddenly felt a warm snout press in between his buttocks, and a long, wet, sloppy tongue begin to probe at his pucker. A few moments later the quaking cat felt a hand cupping his balls, and another reaching around to grope and squeeze at his cock. Looking down he saw the unmistakable hand of the King wrapped around his throbbing erection, and he whimpered, he gurgled in stunned elation as he felt Rowan's tongue wriggling and teasing rather skilfully and undeniably pleasurably at his ass. He cried out in curious desperation again and again, but with his muzzle busy the King did nothing to answer beyond continuing to rim the buff, handsome and oh so loyal though cripplingly shy knight.

"Oh. Oohhh m-my... my King. Please. Your touch feels so good. Your tongue, y-your hands, so soft, so delicate. I... ah, I love it. I love your touch, but... please. Please, tell me why you are doing this? You said you wanted to punish me, but this is not punishment! I... I confess, I am aroused and enthralled by your every motion, by every moment you spend pleasing me this way."

Only then, as Jace began to whimper and confess to the King while beginning to simultaneously hump forward against the hand wrapped around his cock and push back against the tongue in his ass, did Rowan stop with a mischievous giggle. Jace gurgled in humiliation, but still did not move from the position he had been told to assume. He could hear the King moving, and feel the absence of the hands and tongue upon his body, but beyond that he had no idea what Rowan was doing, and did not dare turn his head again to look. It was only when the King addressed him once more, and placed his hands upon the sides of Jace's hips, that he began to suspect what was about to follow.

"I never said this was a punishment, Jace. I said this was you earning your way back into my good graces. And the way you do that... it isn't by doing something you don't want to do. It's by admitting that you do want something. Something you've wanted for a long time, by the look and feel of things. As for why I am doing these things? Because you are a loyal knight who deserves to know just how deeply and adoringly your King feels for you and all that you do for him. And, of course... because you are very, very hot. Now... be a good, loyal subject for your King, and tell him the truth."

Rowan fell silent for a moment, and Jace whimpered, nodding furiously.

"Of course, m-my King..."

The ram-lion hybrid giggled once again, and Jace yelped as gently an open palm spanked him playfully across the ass a mere moment before he felt something long, hard and hot rubbing between his spread, exposed ass-cheeks.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard... or to fuck you gently?"

Jace's eyes almost popped clean out of their sockets, and he mewled at the top of his lungs in embarrassment and excitement. The wildcat couldn't answer that. He couldn't confess to that secret he had been holding deep inside himself for so long, the subject of so many fantasies late at night. And yet... this was his King. This was his King asking for him to be honest, reinforcing the need for truth between them as liege and protector now in particular. So, under the circumstances, how could he not be openly, humiliatingly honest about his feelings, and his fantasies.

"Hard. W-when... when I pictured this. When I wished for this, in my head? You always... always fucked me hard."

The King giggled. He nodded, and without a moment's hesitation he drew back just enough to bring the tip of his cock into line with Jace's saliva lubricated, tongue-loosened pucker, and slid it forward, beginning to fuck Jace both immediately, and rather forcefully right from the first thrust.

"Ah! M-my King! Oh god, My... R-Rowan, deeper!"

Jace howled to his King, unable to control himself as his own erection twitched and throbbed with every stroke of the other man's cock deep inside of him, and every strike it made against his tender prostate.

"Yes! Oh y-yes, my... oohh my god, harder!"

He heard Rowan moaning, he felt the King's hips slapping against his own, and their balls brushing together as the other man began to hilt inside of him with each and every thrust. Their passion grew like wildfire. The intensity of their fucking built and built until Jace could barely remain standing thanks to the delicious, overwhelmingly pleasurable force of it. His eyes rolled in their sockets. Pre-cum drooled and spurted out over the ground before him. He felt the King's cock throbbing, and heard Rowan's own gasps and moans growing ever more frenzied as his ass clamped down and squeezed, milked its muscles around the King's member.

It was insane, nigh on impossible to believe that all this had begun not because of some great victory or success on his part, but because he had let the King down. Because he had failed Rowan.

But after today, he would never make that mistake again. He would never again request for the palace kitchen to provide the King with sandwiches cut square, when Rowan always wanted them sliced diagonally. Never!

Unless, of course doing so might earn him a second round of chiding like this.

"My King, I... ah, I'm so close! Please, please, cum with me. Rowan, please! Cum with me!"

Jace howled to the King, and he threw back his head in a wail of triumph and victory, proud to have made the man he was sworn to serve and protect every bit as happy, every bit as pleasure-stricken than he himself sounded in those life-changing, mind-bending moments of pleasure.

"Oh, Jace. Jace, I... y-your King is... I'm, h-haaaahhhhhhhh! I'm, yes! Inside you, i-in your... so hot. So deep a-and tight! Oohh god, I'm cumming!"

By Jeeves

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