FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Prince in Chains: Chapter 4

---

The sounds of moans, cries and whip cracks echoed around King Christoph's dungeons, the dragon sitting completely naked, his dark scales illuminated by the torches decorating the cell. He had his legs sticking out, resting on Lord-General Lestrade's back, the naked lion kneeling on all fours and more than happy to play footrest for his king. He knew his place; he knew who the superior male was and it was, without a doubt, the powerful, well-endowed dragon who ruled over him.

The two watched as Cliff hung by his wrists by the ceiling, dangling as naked as everyone else in the room while his lover, the wolf prince Scion, circled around him, bringing the whip down hard across the stallion's muscular body and making him cry out in pain. While his body ached and burned and his voiced quivered in agony, his rigid equine cock betrayed how he truly felt about this punishment, along with his fervent begging.

"More, my prince!" he screamed. "Punish your whore, Sire! Make me scream!" Christoph's cock throbbed at the pitiful sound of Cliff's needy voice. He'd ordered the two lovers down here, partly to see if they'd obey his order for the former prince of Atreon to torture his own boyfriend, but mostly because the dragon wanted a show to get off to, and it was certainly a damn fine show. His fingers and shaft were covered in his pre-cum and he swiftly worked his hand up and down his fat, leathery cock, watching as the lupine brought the whip down again and again on the helpless, bound horse's body.

Both Cliff and Scion were throbbing hard. Neither could deny how good this all felt. It was filthy, humiliated and degrading, but they were both getting off on it all. They were loving it; the pain, the degradation. They even found themselves enjoying having an audience to perform for.

"Give it to him," Christoph ordered, eyes trained on the couple. "Destroy that stallion whore, boy."

"Yes, Sir," Scion breathed, the whip cracking down on the horse once again, eliciting another cry from him. His voice carried down the hall; every other prisoner down there could hear him. A few of the more willing prisoners, those who enjoyed the torment they received down there and who had begged Christoph for the honour of being chained up by him, found themselves aching at the sounds. They humped the air, unable to pleasure themselves with their cuffed hands, and began begging for release; begging to be whipped and abused just like that lucky bastard of a horse. Christoph could hear them all begging from their cells. He was going to have to visit them next... or he could let them stew and squirm for a while. They had no way to get off until he let them and he did enjoy watching them writhe, helpless and desperate.

"Do you love him?" Christoph asked the wolf.

"Yes, Sir," Scion answered. "So much."

"So how does it feel to torture him?"

Scion barely hesitated before answering, "Good, Sir. Seeing his body like this..." He dropped the whip and drew close, standing behind the horse. He started to caress him, hands moving around his waist, marked with red lines from where the whip hit. Cliff hissed in pain, wincing from the wolf's touch.

"It looks like you both enjoy it, then," Christoph smirked, looking down at the horse's massive, erect cock.

"I love it," Cliff managed a groan. "It... It hurts... But I love it." He felt his lover's body press against him from behind, Scion's hands moving down and slowly caressing the thick forest of pubic hair decorating the base of Cliff's long, girthy manhood. Christoph licked his lips, watching the two naked males rubbing together.

"You want him, don't you?" Christoph asked.

"Yes, Lord," whined Cliff, pushing back and giving out a soft breath when he felt his prince's maleness grinding between his cheeks. "I need him." He looked into the dragon's eyes with a deeply needy look on his face. "C...Can he fuck me, Sir? Please?"

"Heh," Christoph chuckled in reply, sitting back with his feet still on Lestrade's back and his hand on his rod. "Well, I am a merciful king. Go on, boy. Fuck your horse's cunt."

"Thank you, Sir," both wolf and horse moaned, Scion pressing forward and thrusting his hard wolven cock against Cliff's desperate fuckhole.

"Scion," Cliff whined, looking over his shoulder at the prince. "Breed me, Sire." Scion looked back at him and smirked, grabbing the stallion's muscular ass, spreading his cheeks and ramming forward, forcing his hardened cock deep inside his lover's ass. Cliff cried out, tilting his head up while a look of ecstasy spread across his face. "Argghh! Yes, Sire! More! I need it all in me!" Scion was happy to give it to him. He drove in deep, grunting as he took the horse's tight hole hard and deep. He pistoned in hard, shoving inch after inch inside him, the two moaning loudly, their voices echoing around the dungeon while the dragon king watched on, pleasuring himself openly.

Lestrade was watching, his own cock fully erect, though in his position he couldn't so much as touch himself. Besides, King Christoph hadn't given him permission.

"Sire!" Cliff groaned, clenching his ass around Scion's cock and shivering with pleasure, his own equine cock leaking copious amounts of pre down his fat cock. Their combined panting filled their ears, Scion's grip on Cliff's ass tightening as he worked back and forth, breeding that strong horse ass hard and deep.

"Moan for me!" Scion growled, reaching around and grabbing hold of Cliff's cock, squeezing it firmly and getting a loud gasp from him.

"Ohh! Sir! Scion! Harder, Sire, please!" He pushed back, desperate to feel every inch of wolf cock inside him.

Scion gripped Cliff's cock with both hands, jerking it furiously as he pounded away, hands working at that massive dick while his hips pistoned back and forth, balls smacking against Cliff's body as he went. Cliff was sweating, the myriad sensations surging through his body driving him mad.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Scion growled.

"Yes!!" Cliff cried out in reply, humping into his lover's grip.

"Then do it. Cum while I use your pussy, you whore!" He fucked ever harder, snarling and growling, his stroking and fucking quickly pushing his stallion towards orgasm.

Cliff huffed and gasped, gritting his teeth and clenching his body before giving out a loud, echoing cry and thrusting forward as he came, emptying his heavy, dangling horse nuts across the floor, a few drops splattering across Lestrade's body and the king's feet. Christoph just smirked, still stroking off while he watched Cliff blowing his heavy equine load all over the place, Scion still stroking him off until he'd gotten every single drop of seed fired off from that hard, veiny horse cock.

He let go, hands sticky with cum and going to grab at Cliff's cheeks once again. The feel of his twitching passage around Scion's shaft drew the young prince on further, his own orgasm swiftly approaching while Cliff hung there, groaning and spent, cock leaking excess cum and slowly softening. Christoph continued to watch until Scion couldn't hold back his load any longer. The wolf kept on fucking as he came, firing load after load into Cliff's hole, coating his walls in his lupine cum and getting more submissive moans from the stallion who kept pushing back and letting his lover fill him with his hot load.

"Oooh..." Scion sighed, slowly pulling his dripping cock out of Cliff's hole and stepping back, panting loudly and gazing down at the used, stretched horse ass while his own dick twitched and leaked. Christoph gave the two a moment to recover before speaking up.

"Unchain him," he said. Scion nodded and got to work, getting Cliff's chains off and letting him collapse onto the floor, groaning softly on all fours.

"Lestrade, move," Christoph ordered. The proud yet subservient lion obeyed, the furry footrest moving to kneel down next to his king's chair while the dragon spread his legs and put his big, draconic cock on display. He then scowled when his feline began touching himself. "Did I give you permission to stroke off?"

"N-no, Sir, I apologise," Lestrade whined and forced himself to keep his arms by his sides.

Christoph sat, proudly displaying his cock, idly rubbing at it as he stared down at the stallion kneeling down on all fours on the cold, stone ground.

"Come here," he ordered. "Crawl." Cliff whined and did as he was told. He crawled between the dragon's legs with Scion watching nearby. Christoph looked at the wolf. "You too. Kneel besides your boyfriend here. I want you to watch this." Scion did so, kneeling close and continuing to watch obediently.

"Your stallion here is going to suck me," said Christoph. "I assume there's no objections."

"No, Sir," said Scion. "It would be an honour to see it."

"Good boy," Christoph growled in approval and placed a hand on Cliff's head, looking down at the submissive horse. "Well? Hurry up and suck your king's cock."

"Yes, Lord," Cliff moaned softly and leaned in, taking the fat dragon cock in his hand and gripping it firmly. He opened up and hungrily licked up the shaft, smearing it with spit while the king sat back and his boyfriend watched.

Scion gazed at his lover, watching as that equine tongue slurped all over the superior male's manhood, licking and tasting it. Scion wasn't going to protest. He knew how this kingdom worked by now: sex was everything and Christoph ruled above it all. If the dragon wanted to fuck your husband or wife then you give them up to him without question. He kept on watching as Cliff licked all over that hard draconic dick, mouth moving up and slipping the head inside it, lips wrapping around the girth and making Christoph moan softly.

"Your by has a nice mouth," the dragon growled, glancing at Scion. "He's going to do well here, as are you. You're both a couple of obedient little whores."

"Thank you, Lord," Scion said. He'd never been this submissive to anyone in his life, not even to his own father. He had no doubt that if his father had demanded Scion's boyfriend to suck his cock the young prince would be livid, yelling and cursing, but not here. This was different. Christoph had shown him pleasures he'd never even dreamed of and Scion was more than happy to give both his and his previous boyfriend's bodies to him.

"Mmrrrr..." Cliff moaned around the cock in his mouth, pushing down on Christoph's member while the dragon kept a firm hand on the back of his head, pushing his hips upwards and grunting slightly as he began to hump into Cliff's maw.

"Good little horse," Christoph grunted. "Keep sucking. Get it all down your whore throat." He sat back, forcing Cliff down on his length and thrusting upwards, making the stallion choke on it. Christoph gave out low growls, pushing every inch of his massive dragon meat inside the slut.

Cliff began bobbing up and down on it, savouring the taste and groaning submissively. He could see Scion out the corner of his eye, his boyfriend watching the whole time, and yet he just kept unabashedly sucking on the other man's cock, slurping loudly and pleasuring the bigger, stronger draconid.

Cliff felt the grip Christoph had on his head tightening, the dragon snarling with pleasure as he began to face-fuck his bitch, humping deep into him, thrusting his hips upward. He looked at Scion, glaring into his eyes, a look of sheer dominance on his scaly face. His balls clenched and his body grew tense. He was going to cum.

Cliff sensed how close the king was and the promise of hot dragon cum down his throat drove him onwards. He kept sucking, working his head up and down the shaft, the cock head pouring pre-cum into his eager mouth, coating his tongue with the salty taste.

"Mm! Rrrph! Suck on it!" Christoph ordered, still humping upwards and glaring down at his two new whores. "Suck on your lord's cock, you filthy whore!" He sat back, wrapping his legs around the horse's neck as he fucked upwards, roaring with pleasure and soon erupting down Cliff's throat, firing his hot, salty cum inside him. Cliff groaned and choked but gulped as much of it down as he could, huffing through his nose while the king filled him up before suddenly pulling out and firing the last few ropes over his face.

They all remained silent for a few moments, save for the panting and growling coming from Cliff and Christoph. Eventually, Scion spoke up.

"Thank you, my lord," he said, his voice taking a submissive tone that he'd never heard from himself until he'd arrived in Kroscious. "I hope he was good for you."

"Oh, he was," Christoph smirked. "Thank me again, boy. I don't often let others watch while I fuck their lovers."

"Thank you, Sir," Scion whined. "Thank you for letting me watch and for letting him suck you, Sir."

"Heh, good boy. Good boy," Christoph had a wide grin on his face. He was pleased with his new toys. Kidnapping the young prince and his stallion caretaker was one of the best ideas he'd ever had.

"Make out for me," he ordered. "Go on. You love each other, don't you? So show me." Cliff and Scion looked at each other and quickly got to work, the wolf wrapping his arms around the horse's shoulders and kissing him deeply. They both pushed their tongues into each other's mouths and the taste of Christoph's cum immediately filled Scion's maw. What little cum Cliff hadn't swallowed was rubbed off onto Scion's tongue, swishing around his mouth for a moment before the wolf swallowed it down with a quiet moan. Christoph was still watching horse and wolf kissing when there came a fervent knock at the cell door.

"King Christoph, you're needed in the throne room!" someone called out.

"It can wait," Christoph called back.

"It's... It's important, Sir!"

Christoph growled in reply, "How important?"

"It's Gregor. He's returned."

Christoph's smirk widened.

"With good news, I hope." He stood up and looked down at his two pets. "You're dismissed. I have business to take care of." He turned and left, leaving the two of them to their own devices.

Christoph hastily made his way to his throne, not bothering to put any clothes on and letting his naked body display proudly for anyone who might see him.

"Perfect," he growled to himself as he sat down on his throne, looking down at the young wolf who stood before him and the powerful looking badger who stood next to him.

"Prince Garth, I take it?" Christoph spoke, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. The young wolf prince looked up at him and slowly nodded his head, but it was the badger that spoke.

"This is him, Sire," he said. "Prince Garth himself. He was very willing to meet with you once I mentioned his brother. After he'd taken my cock up the ass of course, hehe." Garth grimaced at the recollection of how he'd been forced and blackmailed into pleasuring the badger, the traitor who had sold him and his brother out to the dragon king.

The wolf had questions, one of which being why Christoph wasn't wearing any clothes and why his men were hardly even dressed, their armour skimpy and revealing, most of them wearing nothing but leather pauldrons and a codpiece. But the more pressing question he had was where his brother was. Ignoring the king's nakedness, he spoke up.

"Where Scion?" he demanded.

"I imagine he and his stallion, that Cliff, are on their way to their chambers at the moment," the king answered honestly. "You'll see him soon enough, I do have plans for you two." Garth didn't like the sound of that.

"Plans?" he echoed.

"You heard me," Christoph grinned. "Now, I have a question for the young prince. Are you happy living under your father's rule? Hm?" Garth narrowed his eyes.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just answer him," Gregor glared from nearby. Garth hesitated for a moment before lying through his teeth.

"I am," he said.

"Oh, are you?" Christoph wasn't believing it. "Your brother wasn't. He's much happier here with me in my kingdom."

"He's... what?" Garth was taken aback.

"I'm sure you don't believe me," said Christoph, turning to Lestrade who had followed him from the dungeon like a loyal kitten. "Bring him here."

"Yessir," the naked lion nodded and set off.

Christoph looked down at Garth. "You'e probably noticed by now, young prince, but me and my people... well, we're rather open about sex."

"I have noticed," Garth scowled. He tried to put up a disgusted front. All these barely dressed men, the hard, brutal fucking going on in the streets which he witnessed on the way here; as a proud and noble prince it was expected of him to find it abhorrent. But, in all honesty, he'd had to hide the rigid bulge in his pants as he was escorted into the castle. Garth wasn't a prude and being a prince didn't mean he wasn't turned on by sex just like everyone else. The sight of all that mindless, primal sex was enough to make his mouth water.

"Why am I here?" Garth glared. "What do you want from me and my brother?" Their eyes met, the young wolf looking up at the older, bigger male, the powerful dragon glaring down at him.

"I won't waste time," said Christoph. "One day I will take Atreon as my own and I want you and your brother by my side when I do."

"You... You want want what?" Garth asked in shock. "You're asking me to betray my father? My kingdom?"

"Your brother was quick enough to oblige," Christoph gave a cold chuckle.

"What do you mean...?"

"I mean your dear brother changed sides the moment I shoved my cock in him!"

"Y-you- he- w-what? I don't..." Garth was confused. He had no idea how to respond.

"Take your time to process it," another chuckled from Christoph. "Your brother's a regular whore for me now, him and his boyfriend."

"I don't... understand..."

"What's to understand?" Christoph shrugged. "He was unhappy in Atreon. Once I showed him what my kingdom had to offer he jumped at the opportunity to betray his father. And before you start accusing me of lying to you I suggest you ask him yourself..." He looked over to the doorway, Lestrade returning with Scion and his lover in tow.

Scion froze in place when he caught sight of his brother.

"Garth!" he gasped. They younger prince turned, eyes widening at the sight of him. They ran to each other, throwing their arms around their shoulders and hugging the other tight.

"I was so worried!" said Garth. "Are you okay? Have they hurt you? Did they-" He stopped, hesitated and gave a nervous whine. "Christoph told me about... Tell me this is all part of some plan you have, that you're just playing along until you can escape..." Scion looked away and sighed.

He shook his head, "I take it he told you that I stand for Kroscious now. No, it's not part of some plan to escape or anything."

"You... You've betrayed our kingdom..."

"I betrayed our bastard of a father!" Scion growled. "My loyalties are to Atreon, and Atreon would be happier under Christoph."

"I don't know what to say," Garth whimpered.

"You don't know what I've experienced here," said Scion. "You won't believe how amazing Kroscian sex feels."

"Then why don't you show him?" Christoph finally spoke up again, having given the two brothers time to reunite.

The two wolves looked up at him, Cliff and Lestrade standing nearby, watching the events unfold before them.

"How do you mean, Sir?" Scion asked.

"How do you think I mean?" Christoph chuckled. Scion considered it for a moment. He knew exactly what Christoph meant.

"Brother," Scion said, turning to the younger wolf who looked up at him, unsure and nervous. "I want you by my side, so... let me show you what Christoph and his kingdom can offer."

"What-" Garth didn't have time to question before his brother grabbed him by the hips and pulled him close, his naked body pressed up against the younger wolf's. He leaned forward and locked muzzles with him, forcing him into a kiss and pushing his tongue deep into Garth's shocked mouth.

"Mrrph?!" Garth whined, squirming around as his brother kissed him forcibly, the king watching from his throne while Lestrade and Cliff stood nearby, as did Gregor, the badger guardsman who'd who'd blackmailed Garth into coming here, all watching the two royal brothers making out. Garth was shocked beyond belief. He kept flailing, trying desperately to pull away from the older wolf who kept him held there, tongue flitting around in his maw. Scion's hands reached around, grabbing his brother's ass and squeezing his cheeks tight, pulling him closer still while his tongue explored Garth's maw.

Eventually the kiss was broken and Garth pulled back with a look of abject shock on his face.

"S-Scion!" he glared at the older wolf. "Wha- what the hell are you doing?!"

"You'll come around," said Scion. "I'll make sure you do... I love you, brother... Now take off your clothes."

"Scion, this is insane!" Garth gasped as his brother began undressing him, pulling at his robes and tearing the cloak he'd worn to hide his identity from his body, tossing everything to the cold floor while Scion's new king watched on. He felt his draconic dick twitching as he watched the older brother preparing to have his way with the reluctant younger, the sounds of yelling and struggling mixed in with the sound of tearing fabric.

"Scion, stop!" Garth yelled. He could hardly believe this. He had to believe that Christoph had somehow brainwashed Scion into doing this, that Scion wasn't himself. Whatever the reason, Garth could barely fight back against him. Scion was much stronger and easily overpowered him, a result of his taking an interest in combat practice back in Atreon.

Despite his protesting, Garth soon found his clothes torn from his body and his nude form open for all to see. During the struggle Garth found himself tripping over himself, collapsing to the floor with his brother on top of him, Scion bearing down and keeping him pinned. They looked into each other's eyes, Garth's breathing nervous and quivering.

"Scion..." Garth whined, lying naked under him and looking up with a helpless look on his eyes.

"Go on," Christoph called out, stroking at his growing manhood. "Show him the pleasures Kroscious has to offer."

"Yes, Lord." Scion gave a nod and brought hand down, caressing his brother's body and making Garth gasp out. He gasped even louder when he felt his crotch being groped.

Scion looked down at him, a primal need building up inside him. He no longer cared about petty morality or taboo. Garth was a handsome man and he'd look even more handsome with Scion's cock up his ass. Moments later, Garth felt something warm and wet prodding against him. Without looking down he knew what it was. The more this went on the more Garth believed that this wasn't some elaborate plan to fool the king after all. He started to believe that his brother was truly into this and as he lay there, naked and vulnerable, he began to think to himself... Scion wouldn't turn his back on his whole kingdom without good reason, not would he betray there father without good reason. Did Kroscious really have that much to offer?

He shook the thoughts from his head. Joining Kroscious would mean accepting all of this, all of the filthy debauchery, mindless sex and, most pressingly, he would have to accept his own brother fucking him... He was about to keep protesting when Scion spoke.

"I'll change your mind," he said. "Just watch me." He moved down, still groping at Garth's crotch and making the lupine squirm. Garth stared down at him, wondering what in the world he was doing next, his brother's muzzle quickly becoming level with his crotch.

"Stop," Garth said quickly. "I-I can't, you're my brother, I- nghh!" He grimaced when Scion leaned forward and gave his flaccid, furry cock a lick, giving out a soft sigh, his warm breath blowing over Garth's crotch.

"That's it," Christoph smirked, his own cock fully erect now, his hand gripping it tight and working steadily up and down the shaft. The rest of the audience followed suite, touching themselves to the show, their cocks hard and throbbing. Even the two guards at the throne room's door, two leopard men dressed in nothing but leather undergarments, were sporting hard bulges as they watched everything unfold. They shuffled about uncomfortably; they wanted badly to touch themselves, but they'd been given strict orders not to drop their spears or shields unless given permission.

"Scion!" Garth gasped, watching wide-eyed as his brother began sucking on his flaccid member, tongue flitting around the shaft, tickling the foreskin before pushing inside it to toy with the sensitive head. Garth squirmed and writhed, hands balled into fists as the older wolf stared sucking on him, bouncing up and down on his soft shaft until all that licking and sucking finally got a rise out of him. Garth blushed deeply, ashamed of himself as he felt his maleness starting to grow and harden in his sibling's mouth, twitching and throbbing against the warm, wet tongue and growing harder and longer. As he hardened, Scion slipped his hand between Garth's legs, a finger slipping between his cheeks and making Garth gasp when he felt it tickling at his hole.

Garth kept pleading with his brother but it was no use. Scion was intent on seeing this through to the end and no measure of begging and pleading was going to stop him. He gritted his teeth as Scion pressed the tip of his finger firmly against his hole, prodding and grinding against it, making the younger male groan at the attention. It took a few moments but Scion soon managed to get his finger shoved into Garth's fuckhole.

"Arrgh!" Garth cried out, wincing as he was violated, the thick finger being rammed deep into his hole while Scion kept bobbing up and down on his growing shaft, the combined feel of his ass being toyed with and cock being sucked quickly pushing him to full hardness, his shaft pulsing against Scion's tongue.

"Brother!" Garth whined. "Scion!! Please, s-stop!" He didn't want to admit how good this felt. He wanted to be disgusted and appalled, but he was no stranger to ass fucking and just having Scion's finger in him was driving him wild. On top of that, he had to wonder when the hell Scion got so good with his mouth; as far as Garth knew he'd never had any experience with other men before setting out from home, let alone experience sucking cock.

That pleasurable torment went on, Scion making his brother squirm underneath him, Garth whimpering and panting the whole time, struggling while his own cock betrayed him and leaked pre-cum into Scion's eager mouth. Scion waited until his sibling was fully erect before pulling off, savouring the taste of dick and pre and then slowly licking up the twitching, veiny shaft, his finger still jammed deep inside Garth's fuckhole. The two wolves looked at each other, Garth silently begging for mercy.

"Have you ever had your cunt eaten?" Scion asked.

"M-my...?" Garth gave a confused look and Scion twisted his finger inside him, getting a loud yelp from the writhing lupine.

"Your ass, Garth," Scion said. "Have you ever had your ass eaten?" Garth whined in reply and shook his head. He'd eaten ass a few times, but none of his past suitors had the common courtesy to return the favour. Wordlessly, Scion flipped his flailing sibling over and grabbed him by the ass. The sight of wolven muzzle approaching that hot, tight ass had Christoph growling with approval, his stroking growing faster.

He wasn't the only one enjoying the show. The various onlookers were still pleasuring themselves; Christoph had even allowed his guards to ditch their weapons and tug their codpieces down to reveal their desperate, needy cocks. Garth looked around while Scion grabbed his cheeks and spread them, the younger wolf blushing furiously, embarrassment and humiliation pulsing through his body. They were surrounded by half a dozen men jerking themselves off, looking down at the two wolves while Scion had his way with him, bringing his muzzle closer to his rump before shoving it between his furry cheeks and making Garth cry out when he began slurping at his asshole.

"Oh, fuck!" Garth yelped, thrashing about as his brother's tongue worked all over his entrance, covering it in spit while the taste of wolf ass filled his maw.

"Mm!" Scion groaned, tongue flitting all over the hole, savouring its taste before thrusting it deep inside his sibling's man cunt. Garth's eyes were wide, his hands scraping against the floor and his cock throbbing hard enough for it to be painful. Grimacing, he couldn't help but start humping against the floor, grinding his hardness against the cold stone and whimpering submissively while his ass was licked and eaten.

Scion got his tongue in as deep as he could, stretching those ass cheeks wide and gripping them tightly, listening to the whimpering moans coming from his helpless brother. Both wolves were throbbing hard, both leaking pre, desperate for release. They could both hear the panting of the jerking men around them, specifically Gregor whose moaning had grown particularly loud, his hand working fervently up and down his fat badger cock. He was close and it didn't take too much longer for him to reach boiling point, hand a blur while he pleasured himself and erupted all over the two brothers, cock twitching and firing several thick loads of his seed all over the two younger males.

Scion accepted the stuff all over him while Garth whined in dismay, his silvery coat becoming covered in and matted with the warm, sticky fluids.

"What's the whining for?" Gregor smirked. "I thought you'd be used to be load by now, boy!" He gave a cruel chuckle, tugging a few more times on his dripping cock, drops of his seed landing on the whimpering lupine.

With a moan, Scion pulled his tongue from Garth's tight hole, looking down at the split-slick thing for a moment, his cock giving an eager twitch at the sight of it. He repositioned himself, positioning his cock at Garth's hole and leaning over him. Garth looked over his shoulder at the older wolf, gulping hard and shaking his head with worry.

"Don't do this," he begged.

"Don't worry," Scion breathed. "You'll come to love this kind of stuff, just like I have." He placed his hands on his sibling's shoulders, gripping him tight and pushing his hips forward, thrusting his cock between his cheeks and rubbing his leaking cock head against the exposed, wet asshole.

"That's it," Christoph growled. "Fuck your brother's ass, boy!" Scion was more than happy to oblige and thrust forward hard, ramming several thick inches of his cock deep into Garth's hole.

"Arrghh! Scion! Scion, please!" Garth cried out, pain surging through his nethers, his body protesting the sudden intrusion. The stroking around them grew faster as their audience watched the two royal brothers fucking. Cliff was particularly getting off to the sight. All these years of serving the royal family and now he was watching the two princes fuck, Scion mercilessly penetrating Garth's boy pussy and making him yelp and scream. Mere days ago he'd be appalled at the mere thought, but now? It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

Scion started to fuck, pounding Garth's helpless little ass hard and deep, the sound of his hips smacking against his brother's cheeks echoing around the throne room. He heard Lestrade gasping nearby, the lion stepping close and aiming his cock at the two of them as he two grew close to blowing his own load all over them. He wasn't the only one; a couple of the guards who had come to watch were also getting close, growling and grunting as they approached climax before thrusting forward and humping their grips before firing the contents of their aching nuts all over the royal brothers. Lestrade came seconds later, roaring out with pleasure while he coated the two of them with his hot cum, adding to the already massive amounts of jizz staining their wolven fur.

They were a mess of jizz, more of their attracted audience cumming all over the two wolves, unable to take their eyes off the two princes.

"Mm! Your ass is so sweet, brother!" Scion growled, pounding away as hard as his powerful hips would go. Garth whined in reply, cheeks blushing bright red. He could feel Scion's manhood slapping against his sweet spot, pounding at his prostate and forcing waves of pleasure through his whole body. The feel of it all made his cock leak even more pre onto the floor, his toes curling and body growing tense. It felt so good; amazing even. He felt so filthy, his ass clenching around the forbidden, taboo cock of his brother. He tried to push back the pleasure he felt but he just couldn't; the feel of Scion's cock hitting his prostate was driving him wild, he felt like he could cum hands-free right then and there.

This was wrong - this was his brother fucking him, but he just couldn't stop focusing on how good it felt... how much he liked it. There was something about it being Scion in particular too, how taboo having his own blood's cock up his ass felt, something that made the whole thing feel even better.

"Ooh, fuck..." Garth whined, huffing loudly as he was used and bred, his whole body tense and his cock pulsing. He could feel his balls preparing to unload their contents over the floor and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Scion!" Garth gasped. "Scion, I... I'm...!"

"How's it feel?" Scion growled. "Your own brother's cock up your ass... How does it feel?"

"Nghh!" Garth winced. He didn't want to answer; didn't want to admit how it really felt.

"Answer me!" Scion snarled, smacking the side of Garth's ass as he rammed everything he had inside his body.

"Arggh! Good! I feels good! Oh, brother, your cock feels so good!" Garth grimaced at the sound of his own voice echoing around the room having just thrown away his pride to moan for Scion's manhood. Christoph gave out a chuckle. Garth had given in so easily, but the young wolf wasn't broken enough yet. He wanted the younger prince on his knees, begging for cock, pledging his loyalty to him.

Garth's panting grew louder, sweat dripping from his forehead as the ruthless fucking he was getting swiftly pushed him towards his climax, his wolven cock throbbing and twitching until he finally reached boiling point.

"S...Scion! Scion!!!" he screamed out as he came and shot his cum between his furry body and the stone floor, coating himself with his load and squirming desperately, his whole body shaking with his orgasm.

Scion kept on fucking, ploughing his brother even harder when he felt that tight passage twitching and convulsing around his shaft, his own body preparing to unload his balls into Garth's fuckhole at any second. As he neared orgasm he heard a loud, deafening roar from the throne, Christoph thrusting upwards into his grip as he furiously pleasured himself, his massive, draconic cock shooting all over his powerful body, coating his black scales in the white fluids.

Scion came almost in tandem with his king, thrusting in everything he had into Garth's body and crying out as he filled it up, his load pumping the younger wolf full.

"Mm! Take it!" Scion growled. "Take my cum, brother!" He pounded hard, pumping more of his cum with every thrust, thoroughly emptying his balls inside of him until both men were a quivering, spent mess.

Scion lay on top of Garth for a few more moments, grinding his hips against the younger's ass and humping into him a few more times, leaking excess cum inside him before slowly pulling his fat shaft out, the hole making a loud pop sounds as it was freed from the hard thing.

"Ooh... Uuurghh..." Garth groaned on the floor, panting and lying in a pool of his own cum, his ass leaking jizz, weak, defeated and ashamed of himself.

"There's more where that came from," said Scion. "If you join us." Garth opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was a pitiful groan. He didn't know what to say or do.

"Give him time," Christoph said, sitting back casually on his throne, still covered in his own cum. "Lestrade, get the prince there a room. Let him rest for now; he's going to need it. We're not done showing him traditional Kroscious hospitality."

"Yessir," Lestrade nodded and hoisted the younger prince to his feet, practically dragging him out of the room while Garth groaned.

"W-wait!" the wolf gasped. "Scion, I-"

"You'll see him again soon, don't you worry your used little pussy over it," Christoph chuckled before turning his attention to Scion. "Do you think he'll join us?"

"He will," Scion answered. "He just needs some convincing. Leave it to me, my lord, I'll make sure he comes around."

"Good," Christoph nodded. "Good boy. Go on now, run along. Go see to your brother, make sure you didn't destroy his cunt too badly."

"Thank you, Sir," Scion nodded and hurried off after his brother, Christoph watching his naked, furry ass go.

"Well... This is coming along well," he smirked. Not only did he have the prince of a rivalling kingdom as his whore, but he was about to have two. And he was certainly going to rub that in the king of Atreon's face.

TO BE CONTINUED