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"Are you ready, Karde?" Pris asked me, he already knew the answer. My rabbit servant and lover could read me as easily as a scribe reads parchment. However, my answer was anything but honest.

"Yes, have Pivor prepared," I replied. It was time, my readiness was immaterial. As the Crowned Prince of Trevath, I had been trained to lead from birth. I killed an icebear when I was twelve armed with just a small knife. I killed a man in combat at the age of fourteen. At my father's command, I have led men into many a battle. All of this was without fear or hesitation. My father was chosen by the gods, his words were their words. His commands could not be wrong. So I had no doubts, no fears and no hesitation. The gods were with me.

However, when he sent me to be the ambassador to the Lapine kingdom of L'Vath he made a mistake. Ordering me to spy on them, to gain enough intel that a surprise attack he was planning would be successful. To do so I needed to befriend their Crown Prince, a man named Croyte. Only Croyte neither liked nor trusted me. Showing I suppose some intelligence, I would not expect less from an educated Prince. So he would not give me a single audience.

So for six months, I had been trying to ingratiate myself in his inner circle. If not for Pris I would have gotten nowhere. However, my servant knew that the Prince's weakness was his fondness for hedonistic pleasures. Pleasures I had only just discovered for myself. Pris had taught me how to pleasure and be pleasured. Through him, I had been able to gain friendship with another ambassador, Prince Drac of the Dracine kingdom. A dragon with access to Croyte's rather long ears.

I had arrived in spring and it was now mid-autumn. Croyte was known for his 'hunting parties' in which he and several of his noble friends would ride out into the woods. However, they never returned with any prey, for it was not meat that they hunted. It was an open secret that Croyte and his comrades would cavort in the wilds away from prying eyes. Many of his friends were ambassadors, like myself. Princes, generals and lords of all species.

In order to gain his ear, it seemed, that I must first gain his cock. When I arrived it would have been hopeless, I no more knew what to do in such a setting than a feral wolf would know how to fit in with a herd of deer. Now though, I had a chance. Yet, just knowing that I was closer to my goal, it set my mind on edge. The nerves in the back of my neck tingled a dire warning like I was being stalked, hunted. Maybe it was my senses fearing a trap.

Another knock at my office door awoke me from my wonderings, "yes?" I called out, a clear invitation to enter.

The door opened to reveal one of the embassy servants, Daisy, dark brown fur, save for a small white star just above her pink nose. A pretty young maiden, and our maid. She skipped in, her movements free and easy, "pardon the intrusion your highness, however, we have received a raven."

A raven, a messenger from my father. He had been sending them every week demanding I make progress. Each week I had replied little, my task was not easy and his expectations were far from reasonable. I know my predecessor had thought so, for he had never managed to complete the task. Not before my father grew too angry and had him assassinated. General Tavious, he once sat at my desk and answered the raven's call. I knew I should write back, it was expected. However, if I waited until the morrow, I may have much progress to report."Thank you, Daisy, I will attend in the morning. Have its note brought to my office." I had no fear that my servants would read it, it would be sealed by wax with my father's sigil. No peasant would dare break that wax for fear of my wrath.

The brown rabbit curtseyed again, before leaving, and I felt a strange tingle in my stomach. I had grown too familiar it seemed, the maid, the cook and my page boy Tulip. The lapine people did love flowers, often taking their names for their children. A beautiful tradition for beautiful people, who stood in my father's way. It was their crime and he would have this valley for his own. A new vassal state, if my father was feeling generous enough to let their king live. Beautiful people with the swords of my father forever at their throat. While he would use their valley to wage war against our enemy, the ursine's of the Korvath kingdom. This valley was a shortcut right to the heart of their kingdom. With their armies deployed far to the south along the borders of my people, we could sack their capital before they even know they are invaded.

It would be easy, if not for the walls blocking the entrance to the L'Vath kingdom. Forty-foot high, solid stone. Manned with their best archers and soldiers. My father had hinted he had a plan, a scheme that would allow us to take the fort quickly. All that he needed to ensure victory was to know how the L'Vath army was deployed inside their kingdom. Which roads to take, where there would be forts, where ambushes could be laid. That was why he had sent me.

The door opened and Pris entered, his golden fur lighting up the room and my mood. I gave him a warm and welcoming smile, my heart beating faster as his scent caught in my nose. "Pivor awaits your pleasure," he informed me with a slight bow and a coy smile. Then he glanced up, his eyes, azure blue and striking, suddenly filled with worry, "something vexes thee, Karde?" He asked reaching out a hand to caress my cheek.

I nuzzled against it and my smile grew broad, "nothing. Just thoughts on what is to come. Nothing to worry yourself about."

He smiled at me and nodded, "I understand, if you wish I could offer some apologies. They will be more hunting parties that you could..."

"No!" My voice was suddenly firm and cutting. "No," I repeated softer as I saw a slight flicker of worry in those blue orbs. "I am fine, you have taught me well and I know my task." I reached out a large feline paw and caressed his cheek. My neatly groomed orange and black fur catching in the morning sun, glistening in the warm, honey-coloured, sunbeams.

"Task?" Pris asked with a chuckle. "Try not to see it as a task. Let it be what it is, fun and enjoyment with those who are to become your friends. Like with Prince Drac."

I nodded my agreement, it had been a fun evening with the dragon lord and his servant. "Good advice, as always," I replied and then took a deep breath. "I should go. The hunting party is meeting many miles from here and I would not wish to be late and cause offence." I placed a soft kiss on Pris' forehead and then turned walking out.

Walking briskly downstairs, I entered the embassy entrance. A large and impressive room, filled with art of my homeland, tapestries and even a bust of my predecessor, on a wooden plinth just in front of the door. I could have had it removed. Yet somehow I had kept it. The man who had failed in my job. Though he arguably had not been far from success. The dignitaries I had spoken to had liked the man, he had been hunting with the Prince more than once.

My eyes met the statue's stony gaze and I felt the tingle in the back of my neck building. It always did that before a battle. Of course, this time I would ride in unarmed. Although, with Pivor at my call I was far from defenceless. That warg had taken the lives of as many men as I had. He had also been taken into the hearts of the local urchins, they called him Mr Stinky to my everlasting chagrin.

Outside the embassy, I turned and gave Pris another kiss on the forehead. "I will try to be home before night falls."

Pris smiled and bowed slightly, "I will be waiting for you, no matter how late you return." There was such warmth in those words that I nearly reconsidered his offer to postpone. However, I had my duty, Pris would be there when I returned and he would make the world feel right again. Leaping with a grace that only we felines are truly capable of I mounted Pivor. My clothes were simple, cotton shirt and flaxen pants. Fashioned into vague hunting garb to mimic the local styles. Not that anyone in the hunting party would care for what I wore. Their eyes would be on what's beneath. I was a fine figure of tiger manliness.

"Wait!" Pris' cry had me pulled Pivor to a halt just as we started. The rabbit ran forward and held up his hands. "For the journey." He said pushing a red apple, no doubt picked fresh from the orchard and a small fruit knife. Weapons were not allowed, but I assumed no-one would object to a small knife for peeling fruit.

I gave a bow in thanks for the gift and then took one last look at Pris. I can still see him, blue eyes shining up, a smile on his face and love in his heart. Some days it is that image that is all that keeps me going. I placed the apple and knife in my saddlebag, feeling no hunger so soon after breakfast. My stomach was far from happy, neither was the back of my neck.

It was still early in the autumn and yet I could not help but admire the glory of the trees as they started to turn colours. So many reds and yellows in a place that had so recently been all green. The flowers in the meadows were still in bloom though, and my nose enjoyed the various floral scents as Pivor trotted through. I avoided the villages and towns, trusting my innate sense of direction to lead me. The meeting place was up in the foothills of the great mountains that formed this valley. Far away from the lush fertile farmlands of the valley between. By mid-morning, I had put the meadows behind me and was travelling through a broadleaf forest. Using a hunters path that led up higher. I had memorised the map many days ago and refreshed that memory on that very morning.

The rest of the hunting party would be travelling together, the other ambassador and the noble lapine lords lived much closer to the capital. They preferred to keep my people at a distance, even diplomatically. However, as my path joined another I saw signs of their passing. Hoofprints in the soft earthy forest floor and some broken branches. It wasn't long before I caught their scent on the wind. Distant but unmistakable. Lapine, equine, ursine and dracine.

The ursine ambassador, General Parvos. A might polar bear, an old gruff warrior. He would be my most fierce opponent. As I let the bear's scent fill my lungs I remembered the advice of Pris. "They will be watching, and waiting to see what happens between you two. Don't shy away from him, if you can win him over then you can win them all."

Next the sharp grassy scent of a horse. The equine lord Naros. I had met him only once and I have much respect for him. I had looked into his eyes and knew I was looking into the eyes of a warrior. Grey flecked coat and a wild flowing mane. I knew he had been one of the longest-serving of Croyte's hunting parties. "Don't let his size intimidate you, I've prepared you for that. Go for the neck if you can, equines cannot resist a good nibbling on their neck, use your teeth but not so much that you break the skin." Again Pris' words of advice, he had prepared me well. I knew the likes and dislikes of almost the entire party and we had agreed on a plan of action.

Croyte was, of course, the main target. His fur black and white, patches across his entire body. Smaller and lither than the others. Yet he knew this was his land and he was its lord. "He likes to watch but is willing to partake. You shouldn't approach him first, wait for him to give you some gesture of acceptance." If I could have turned Pris' mind to warfare, I fear he would have made a formidable general. For he seemed to quickly know his opponent's weaknesses and how to exploit them. He had certainly found and exploited mine.

Soon it was not just my nose picking up their scents. My ears heard the sounds of music, the lute and the flute mainly. Simple light and fun music. I knew that Croyte did bring servants of his own, though the rest of his guests were forbidden to bring theirs. However, there would be many a page, footman and servers to see to our wants and needs. Each one bound to secrecy on what they saw. Though, I must admit that did add more worrisome doubts to my mind. For I would not only have to be degenerate with other lords but before commoners as well.

That worry and doubt did not seem to deter my own desires. For the closer I drew, to the hunting party, the tighter my codpiece felt. It seemed that my body at least was eager to cavort. When my eyes finally spied a member of the hunting party ahead, my cock fair did twitch in anticipation of the fun it was to have soon. The path gave way to a clearing and set inside it was a gathering, several canopies had been strung between the trees to shade from rain or shine. There were many tables strewn with food. Hither and thither ran dozens of rabbit servants and in my way four armed guards.

I was met by the leader of the four guards. A rabbit captain I recognised, D'vane, a noble rabbit and head of Croyte's personal guard. We had met a couple of times, very briefly. However, I had some respect for the way he stood, for the muscles on his body. He was a warrior and I could tell he took that seriously. I hoped that as the party went on he might remove his armour and that I might get to enjoy the company of another warrior. First, though, I had business and a duty to fulfil.

"Welcome, Prince Karde," the black rabbit said in greeting. The businesslike tone to his voice helping to calm any nerves I had. It was time for the plan to be enacted.

"Well met, friend," I replied in my most jovial tones. Which as a stranger to civility were not that jovial. "I see I am last to the festivities."

"Only fashionably so, truth be told we only arrived less than an hour ago. There will be no insult taken from your arrival at such an hour," D'Vane replied and waved a paw towards a tent nearby. "However, I would recommend your Highness disrobe and join the festivities as soon as he is able, to avoid any offence."

"Flirt with him," Pris's voice whispered in my mind. So long had we planned this event, this quest that I could hear his advice as clear as if he were speaking directly into my ear. As always giving good advice to achieve my aim.

Dismounting Pivor with the grace of my species I bowed before the rabbit lord, "thank you, Lord D'Vane. I hope your duties will not last the entire event. I would enjoy discussing... swordplay with someone as adept as yourself," the pause in my words was matched with a slight raising of my eyebrow and a softening of my tone to let the rabbit know exactly which swords I wanted to play with.

With glee, I observed his face twist and his ears suddenly reached full erectness. A sure sign that you have a rabbit's attention, "I... will see if time permits, assuming his Highness has not tired himself by that hour."

With another bow, I took my leave replying, "I shall save some energy for our encounter, my friend." Then I departed to the undressing tent. It was already filled with many armours of the various lord's. I spied Drac's armour nearby. The one friend I had at the party.

"You must keep your distance from Prince Drac, at least at first," Pris's stern words echoed in my ears. "You will want to meet your friend, to shelter in what's familiar. However, this is a test, you need to prove yourself to Croyte."

"I know my business, "I whispered to myself alone in the tent. The plan we had laid out was blazon on my mind and I knew what must happen next. Quickly I stripped and hung my clothing on a peg marked with my name. Then I paused and took a breath. "Onto the breach then," I muttered to myself and then burst forth from the tent in my full naked glory. Naked save for a simple belt which held a small leather pouch to my hip

Waving a paw at a nearby server I bellow," I have the need for some mead!" My tone was far more jovial than commanding.

"The slight rhyme and tone of your words will help show that you are there to enjoy yourself. Calling for alcohol stronger and sweeter than wine will show you are not planning on being reserved. Say it loud enough that most of the revellers will hear it, but don't shout it too loudly, lest you sound angry." Pris's words once more echoing and yet I found it calming to hear him in my mind. It was as if he was at my side and at that moment I much desired to have him nearby.

Scanning the party I easily spotted Croyte lounging on a throne. A mug in one paw and his other paw on the naked form of another rabbit lord. His black and white form slender and invitingly reminiscent of my servant's body. If not in colour, at least I had an appreciation for the shape, especially rabbits' nice wide hips, which allowed for a more firm pounding that you would think such a small species could endure and ask for more.

However, despite a slight bow in his direction to acknowledge his presence, I did not interact with him. He was not my first target. My eyes soon beheld my target, standing with a few rabbit lords seven-foot-tall if he was an inch. Broad shoulders and broader belly. Muscles that I knew would be more than a match for most species. Fur was white as snow on the mountaintops. His blue eyes glancing clearly in my direction.

"Everyone will be watching. They will expect you to avoid your enemy. You need to show them that, while your peoples are not on friendly terms, you two can be. More than friendly, it is with the General that you must demonstrate to everyone that you are there to enjoy yourself and the others present," Pris' words repeating in my ears as I approached General Parvos, the ambassador for the Ursine Kingdom.

The rabbit lords made themselves scarce as I approached, slightly saddening my heart to see that even with a tankard of mead in my paw and a smile on my face, I cast such a fearful figure. However, General Parvos was not a man to retreat without great cause and he met me well, with an outstretched paw.

We clasped wrists without a word and I looked into his clear blue eyes. It is strange but I have never liked a man quite so much without speaking a word as I did that bear. A warrior such as myself is taught to watch the eyes, you will see attacks coming in the eye before the muscles. However, all I saw in those eyes was strength and joy. Parvos was a man quick to laugh, quick to forgive and with a jest ever at the ready.

"Everyone is watching us, your Highness," the bear muttered softly. "Waiting to see if you came to fight, or to fuck. I have my preference, how about yourself?"

I licked my teeth playfully and let my gaze did just a little towards his crotch and to where my cock was already half out of my sheath. "I have mine too, and I warrant we have much in common." His grip on my wrist was loosened and our paws parted.

A huge arm was suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and the bear bellowed, "then come and let us get to know each other better."

"Press your advantage, let him know how eager you are," Pris' words of advice once more came through. I took a huge swallow of my sweet mead and lifted the tankard to the watching crowd. I spied Drac's purple form, busy with the equine lord Naros, the dragon had the horse pressed up against a tree and I could see the purple lizard's hips thrusting. With such a lewd display among them, it was hard to believe all eyes were still upon myself and the bear.

"This mead is sweet, and yet I find myself hungering for another treat," I purred softly and let my free paw stroke across the bear's belly. The ursine's reaction was immediate, his cock grew fully engorged in mere moments. No doubt savouring the thought of his enemy's son down on bended knee before him, servicing his maleness before such a crowd.

"Well, if your hunger is great, I know that I can satisfy you, for the moment at least," he replied with a chuckle and then added. "Though I do often find myself growing rather peckish, so I hope your Highness will allow me to return the favour sometime."

"Of course," I purred, knowing I would enjoy using the bear's mouth later. Though if things went to the battleplan Pris had carefully laid out for me, I would be enjoying more than his mouth and far sooner than he suspected. "However, just seeing your glory I find my hunger growing far greater. May I satisfy us both, for the moment at least?"

"Well done," Pris whispered in my ear as my eyes caught the bear's cock throbbing and a dribble of precum landing on the grassy floor of the clearing. "Now, you know how to do this, just remember to take your time. You want it to last, to let his orgasm build. It's essential that he cum as hard as possible, you need him exhausted and vulnerable."

Those words ran through my ears as I slipped down to my knees. Before me lay a mammoth task, and a gargantuan phallus. The ursine people are rarely gifted, but Paros it seemed had been rewarded by some god or other, for his meat was not just long it was so thick and girthy that my jaw did ache to think of taking it all. "It's not that big, you have trained with bigger toys." Pris's reassuring words helped soothe my nerves. "Now, show it love and remember to enjoy it... I know you do, I have seen it on your face each time you have tasted mine. There is no shame in it, so hold nothing back."

My pink nose twitched as I inhaled the ursine's scent. Meaty and musky, it was new and yet enticing, with an undertone of sweet forest honey. I purred deeply as I tasted the meat for the first time and heard the gasp of pleasure from above. My ears detected gasps coming from all around the clearing. No doubt all eyes were upon our display of salaciousness. Inch after inch of his thick meat pressed between my hungry lips, and my tongue lapped against it welcoming it inside.

As I felt the tip press to the back of my throat I paused and just held his maleness in my mouth. Savouring the feel, the heat, the taste and the texture. Two huge paws reached down and I found myself purring as my cheeks were stroked by my new ursine lover. "Now pull back, get a nice rhythm going." Pris' words instructed me. I followed their orders, pulling back slowly, my tongue tasting the bitter droplets as I felt the meat throb between my lips. His precum was swallowed eagerly.

Then I pushed forward, moaning with delight as my mouth was filled again and again. I sucked firmly, my tongue writhing against his hot flesh when it could. From above I heard his moans and groans of pleasure as he let me service him. His hips started to thrust just a little. My strong paws reached out and grasped him hard, holding him firmly. Pris chuckled in my mind, "people think the one sucking cock is the weak and submissive one. However, with your mouth around his cock, you are the one in control. Don't be afraid to show it."

With his hips stilled I took control. Twisting my head from the left to the right as I bobbed. Keeping my movements slow and deliberate and judging his reactions to tell what he liked most. His voice lifted up more with each passing moment and between my legs my own arousal was clear for everyone to see. That had been important too, it was not enough to just follow the actions, people needed to see my own pleasure in them. My fully engorged cock was there for all to admire and know that I was loving the taste of bear meat between my lips.

With each passing moment, I heard his voice getting louder and louder. However, just as he neared his peak, I paused, simply holding his cock between my lips. The groans from above let me know I had judged rightly, he was close and I waited, feeling the drumbeat of his heart against my tongue as his cock throbbed. My right paw let go of his hip and I dipped two fingers into the pouch on my hip.

As my mouth returned to its actions, my paw grasped his hefty balls. Far bigger than any lover I had yet encountered, sweaty and hot to the touch. They danced as my fingers closed around them. The son of his enemy, with razor-sharp claws right at his fingertips. I wondered if Parvos was nervous, he certainly held still. However, my claws were not needed today. This was about pleasure, not pain. I tugged on those hefty orbs and made the bear groan once more in pleasure.

Letting those orbs slip from my fingers I let my paw move. Picking up the pace of my bobbing to keep the bear on the edge of pleasure. Yet pausing when I felt him nearing his peak. My fingers tickled and teased along his sweaty taint and right to his unguarded entrance. The fingers that had been dipped in my pouch were thick with herbs and oil. To make for a smooth entrance and I did not wait to press my advantage.

Parvos voice bellowed around the clearing as my fingers penetrated his defences. I could feel his stubby tail wagging like some happy hound. I could only imagine what it looked like to others, my striped fingers plugging into his depths. As the young tiger prince sucked off the elder grizzled General. I was willing to bet that many a paw was on their cock from such a sight. However, my business was entirely with the General, for the moment.

Hours of practice on Pris had trained my fingers on where to press, where to thrust for maximum pleasure. With a roar of animalistic bliss, I knew my aim was still true. Now was time to really press the advantage to take the victory which my cock throbbed hard for. Thrusting forward with both maw and paw, I drove pleasure unrestrained into the bear. Pressing forward suddenly relaxing my throat and letting his girthy length press right down inside, from the scream of bliss I knew I had timed it perfectly. My fingers pushing hard into his pleasure spot. There was nothing the bear could do but submit to the pleasures I assaulted him with.

Between my lips his cock did throb and I felt him emptying those huge orbs right down into my belly. However, I pulled back suddenly, letting his third and fourth shots of seed land over my tongue. Making sure not to swallow, I milked his cock with my lips. When the flow slowed to a drizzle I pounced, as only a cat can. Leaping up to my feet in a heartbeat.

Before Parvos even knew what was happening, my lips were on his. I kissed passionately and dominantly forcing my tongue between his lips and then I let his own seed flow along the fleshy bridge. Holding firmly as I fed him his own seed, in front of the entire hunting party and more importantly Prince Croyte. "The Prince delights in dominant males, you need to show him you can be such when the need calls. You know what to do next." Pris's instructions flashed through my mind. Oh, I knew what to do next and my cock fair ached at the thought of it.

Feeling the bear swallow I knew it was time to break the kiss. The strong proud warrior was clearly weakened and yet also very clearly still in need. His black cock glistening with my saliva, fully erect already. With a simple wrestling move, I was behind him. My knees pressed into the back of his and he naturally fell down onto all fours before me. His rump exposed and open for me to take advantage. My fingers already having prepared my way, weakened his defences.

My paws grasped his hips and a moment later I was inside him. Wasting no time I thrust in fully until my hips pressed firmly to his. Licking my lips I paused and looked around the clearing, purring in my victory as a male more than twice my size squirmed on my cock. My eyes caught the rabbit Prince's and I could see Croyte was watching and more than that, he was enjoying the show. His paw on a fully erect cock. Our eyes met and he gave me a slight nod of approval. A moment later I thrust hard again, using the full length of my shaft to ream the bear's depths.

Parvos cried out in bliss, for my aim with my cock was as sure as with my fingers. I drove down into him causing much pleasure in us both, as I took him. Our hips pounding over and over, the smack echoing around the clearing and in the ears of everyone present. At that moment they all knew that this tiger Prince knew how to breed a man. Licking my lips again I purred, watching my red length slipping between those white furry mountains. My paws grasping the huge mounds like they were mine.

No quarter was asked for, and none would be given. His hips pushed back into my thrusting and I was certain the bear was lost to the bliss I was bringing. Part of me wanted to savour the moment, to prolong my victory and pleasure. However, I knew that was not part of the plan. "Show them all who you are my Lord. Let them see that you can give and take pleasure in equal measure. Make sure to spill everything inside him, but the last dregs, they should be spent over his back and ass. So all will know you have had your pleasure. That will arouse Croyte all the more, such dominance will get him onto your hook and later your cock."

My balls smacked hard against his as I felt my own need to cum rising quickly. I had no intention of fighting a losing battle, so I joined forces with it. Giving in to my more base instincts, breeding him without thought or hesitation. My groans and snarls of pleasure were uttered without restraint so that all had little doubt of the pleasure I was taking from the bear's ass.

Thrusting harder and harder, my cock reamed his depths and then suddenly I felt the unexpected. His ass grasped my maleness far tighter and I heard his pathetic whimpered moans, his entire body spasming as he came to the brutal fucking I was giving him. I roared in dominant pleasure and gave him my everything fucking my seed deep into his rump, remembering Pris' words just in time to pull out and let everyone see my cum jetting out over his rump. My white seed was hardly visible against his white fur.

After a few seconds, I offered my paw down to the bear. Who once again grasped my wrist in friendship and I pulled him to his feet. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed with bliss, "very well met, your Highness. It will be a pleasure to work with you to mend the rift between our peoples." He said approvingly and then he leant close and growled in my ear, "I hope you will let me return the favour soon. It'll be worth it, I promise you, lad. You're not the only warrior here who knows his business."

I gulped and my cock did fair ache again. If I had my way I would have given him his turn right there and then. However, that was not part of the plan. So I let my other arm wrap around him, in a very visible display of friendship. "Indeed, General. However, I have yet to pay my respects to our gratuitous host. If you will excuse me."

"Of course," the bear replied with a grin. "However, I will hold you to your word."

I bowed curtly, "my word is my bond, General. You may depend upon it." My guts twisted a little at that. Maybe it was the slight implication that I might not hold my word, or it might have been that I was offering friendship in the full knowledge that it was all in the service of my Father and his war. Or it could simply have been a natural reaction to the thoughts of his huge girth being stuffed inside my ass. Even now looking back I cannot say for certain.

However, it mattered not, with a kiss to his lips we parted in friendship. I turned and my eyes caught Croyte's once more. Walking towards him, I saw him dismiss the two lord's attending him at my approach. His face in a broad grin. He knew why I was coming to him. A huge dominant male, come to kneel at his throne and show subservience to the man who would become king, one day.

Stopping short of him I pulled myself up to full attention. A strange thing for me without my armour. However, I bowed smartly in acknowledgement of his position, "Greetings, your highness. I wanted to thank you for the invitation."

"Well met, your highness." He replied, his eyes shining with pleasure. Unlike Parvos I did not feel great fealty for this man from a simple exchange. For his eyes told of a life lived in excess, he was a person of salacious tastes and desires, who was used to having them fulfilled. Although he was also very handsome. His black and white patchwork fur particularly enticed me, especially his right eye which was surrounded by a black patch of fur on a white face. The contrast seemed to draw me into his dark oakleaf green eyes. "You are most welcome. I see Prince Drac's appraisal of you appears mostly accurate. You are very welcome to join us in the future if you continue with the same fervour at which you have commenced."

Stepping forward I let my muscular figure loom over him, my striped torso blotting out the sun from above him. A grin spread across my lips as I saw his eyes waiver nervously for a moment. "Of course, your highness. I came here for one reason only, to enjoy myself with others of like mind." I purred reassuringly as I slipped down to my knees before his throne. His pink cock glistened just a few inches from my muzzle. "If I may be so bold as to offer some service to such a gratuitous host."

"Well done," Pris's voice came clear in my head once more. "You flattered his ego greatly and he wants you. Remember the Prince likes his pleasure quick and intense. He usually prefers to watch others, keeping himself on edge, and then only lets select friends make him cum. If he says yes to you then you are likely to be invited to more private encounters where you can gain his favour even more."

"After such a display as you gave, I must admit I find myself in rather pent up need. If your Highness wishes to help with that need I would not say no," he replied smoothly, leaning back in his throne and pushing his hips forward, presenting me with his cock.

My head dwarfed most of his torso in size. Such delicate little creatures these lapines are. Yet robust and ever eager. Mouth head lowered into his lap and in one motion I took his entire length in until my lips kissed his crotch, and my chin rested on his orbs. Unlike with Parvos, I did not take any time to savour the taste or feeling. Instead, I began to bob fast on his needy length. Taking his entire shaft inside over and over.

Croyte's hands landed on my head, but they were tiny and unable to do anything more than grab hold as I pleasured him firmly. His voice crying out, his squeals of pleasure far less manful than the bear's had been. Yet just as delicious to hear, my cock swelled at the sounds I was making him give and at the thought of what was to come next. Pleasuring a prince right on his own throne, somehow it felt wrong and yet in the most strange way it also felt right.

The rabbit gasped and moaned and I used every trick the Pris had taught me. Twisting my head to the left and right, to add additional pleasure. My tongue lapped over his glans and meatus. I teased and pleasured as quickly and eagerly as I could. It was not long before I felt the Prince's heart rate quicken, his entire body tensing up. Knowing I had him on the edge, I pushed him off it just as hard as I could. Sucking firmly and bobbing my head even faster.

Inside my mouth his royal seed did issue. I kept up my pace, as the rabbit bucked and squealed under me. Collecting all of his seed in my mouth, not letting a drop slip or be swallowed. As soon as he was spent I repeated my actions on the general. Grasping his head with both paws, I pressed my lips forward. His tiny head dwarfed by my huge hands, he felt so delicate and precious, for a moment I thought of Pris and how it felt to kiss him.

His mouth was opened and into it, I let run all of his royal seed. Holding the kiss firmly until he swallowed, which wasn't long. The rabbit prince clearly enjoyed my display of dominance ads he broke the kiss and moaned, "fuck me." Into my ear. I blinked, Pris's plan had been to just service him orally. My servant had dismissed the possibility or him wanting such actions as the Prince usually only did so in private.

However, my cock knew what it wanted. There was a willing partner and a tight body to be thrust into. I grasped Croyte's legs and lifted them, his hips and ass naturally pulling forward and being exposed. Only, my cock found its way blocked by an object. Reached down I gasped to find the Prince had some toy inside him. Pris had used many such toys on me during my training, to prepare me to be taken by a male of any size. Yet, I had never thought others might use them simply because they enjoyed them.

Gulping I grasped the object in my fingers, hearing the rabbit Prince moan in pleasure. Then I pulled, the object resisted at first and I applied a slow pressure, letting the prince open up around it. I gasped as inch after, thick wooden, inch appeared. It was far thicker than I was, and longer too. Any doubts I had about breeding the prince vanished as I pulled the huge toy out. A rabbit servant appeared almost out of nowhere to take the huge glistening wooden object from my paw.

With my way cleared and my host growing slightly impatient. I had little time to think. I grabbed his legs and placed them either side of my head. Leaning over the Prince, on his very throne a position of ultimate power and authority. My cock found his gaping hole and in a moment I was inside him. His squealing mouth was silenced, or muffled at least, by a kiss. While I thrust forward savagely.

His warmth surrounding my cock, wonderfully tight despite the large toy it had housed for who knew how long. Maybe the Prince had ridden the entire way, bouncing up and down on a horse for an hour or more with each step driving that toy deeper and to more sensitive parts. I would never know the answer. However, I did know his body craved mine. I could feel his ass clenching as I thrust forward, my hips pounding into his.

Croyte was tiny beneath my huge body and yet he was pushing back eagerly. Our lips held firm, our tongue dancing as our bodies writhed as one. The rest of the party faded around us as I thundered my pleasure home inside him. Pris had given me no instruction on what to do, so I had only my own instincts to go on.

My paw found an erect rabbit cock squeezed between our bodies and began to stroke it. I wanted to bring the Prince to pleasure quickly, as I had with my mouth. My tail thrashed as my hips pounded away without mercy. Rabbit hips are broad and built for speed, they can take a pounding as few species can. So I held nothing back, breaking the kiss and letting his squeals of pleasure be heard by all. I gave him my everything pounding home hard and fast, his wonderfully warm body ever teasing me and pulling me back inside.

I felt him squeeze around me and my paw was suddenly drenched with fluids. I lifted my huge head and roared in pure triumph as I fucked the rabbit prince on his own throne through his orgasm. Biting my lip I held on to my own, waiting for his orgasm to fade. A purely instinctual choice to show the bitch beneath me that I was the superior lover. I held on fucking him until he lay almost still beneath me utterly exhausted.

Then I let loose with everything I had. My hips pounding home with the strength and power of thunder. My balls drumming on his ass like torrential rain. I glanced around the clearing, licking my lips in sheer hedonistic dominant bliss and roared at the top of my lungs as I fucked the rabbit Prince full of my cum. I did not pull out until I had fucked every last drop beneath his teardrop tail.

Panting I pulled my dripping cock from his abused and leaking ass. A rabbit servant pushed between us and for a moment I was worried I had gone too far. That leaving Pris' battle plan even at the Prince's request had led to disaster. Only to watch as the servant pressed that toy back into his Prince's ass, keeping him full and keeping my cum inside him. Croyte moaned a little and with the help of his servant returned to a seated position, a happy exhausted smile on his face, "I must have you over to the palace sometime soon." The Prince muttered and I knew that I had been successful in my quest.

Although, Pris's plan still had one more instruction before his final one. The Prince's words were a clear dismissal, I was once more free to wander among the other guests. Even though my success was apparent, I had no desire to risk it and besides following the plan relieved me of the need to think about what to do next. As a soldier born and raised to follow orders it was second nature to me. Even though my masters at home would be disgusted to see the Prince they trained doing such things.

My eyes found my next and final planned target. Naros the horse lord. His people lived way beyond the Ursine Kingdom and had little interaction with my own. Why their people felt the need to send an ambassador to a kingdom so small and distant was beyond me. Yet he was here, much like Prince Drac. Possibly it was some out of the way assignment for a lord too troublesome to keep at home. Though every bit of intel on the horse spoke of a most competent man, and supposedly a brave warrior.

His liaison with Drac had clearly long since ended. Which I was slightly sad to see. Any excuse to engage with my friend would have been welcomed. However, the purple dragon was quite busy with three of the rabbit lords. One speared on his cock, another feeding his mouth, while a third was feasting on his ass. It looked like such an inviting party, but one I could not join, yet.

Naros was sitting with his back against the same tree Drac had taken him against, with a tankard of ale in his hand and his eyes closed. My tankard of mead had been lost during my tryst with Parvos. However, a simple gesture to a nearby servant was all it took to get a new drink. "Greetings, Lord Naros," I said as I arrived and stood over him.

The horse opened a single eye and looked up at me, "Greetings, Prince Karde." He replied, closing his eyes again.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked, trying to be polite. A shrug of the equine's huge muscular shoulders was the reply. I took the lack of a no as a confirmation that I could. Naros was another handsome male, chestnut-brown fur, with highlights of white on his chest and all four of his limbs. His wild mane jet-black.

I sat beside him in silence and we both drank. While around us the bacchanal continued unabated. My confidence began to wane a little. As the horse lord seemed little included to enjoy my company. He was known to be a particular favourite of Prince Croyte. The prince especially enjoyed watching others squirm as they took the equine's huge maleness.

"He's open to listening," Pris whispered into my ear. "Look at his ears, they are pointed at you. Equine's don't talk much, but they do listen."

"I... have never had the honour of meeting one of your kind," I said, cursing myself for stumbling over my words. It was not the action of a warrior to be confused. However, I was in uncharted and unplanned territory.

"I have met one of yours before," Naros replied quickly.

"General Tavious?" It was a safe guess, he was the only other member of my father's kingdom to have been in the valley.

"Aye, a fine man and a friend," Replied by the equine. "Murdered before his time."

"Yes," I agreed. "Although I had not served beside him, I heard nothing but good reports. He led a brilliant campaign for my father twenty years ago when the bear's tried to retake the Agir islands."

"Your father had him killed because he got too close to the people here. You know that I assume?" I did indeed, though I was a little surprised at how direct he was in his statements. It was refreshing in a way. Diplomacy seemed to be the art of lying, of mistruths and half-truths. I was an ill-fitting person in this world.

"The King never told me more than that he had been killed, while here," I replied the half-truth of it weighing far too much on my mind. "However, my father is a man of little patience and I could believe that he might have a man killed for displeasing him. I have seen him strike down lords in our land for far less."

Naros turned as I spoke and I could feel his gaze piercing as he looked me over as if only now seeing me. "Most lords in our profession would have lied about that."

I took a deep swing from my mead to try and find something clever to say. Only to find that all that was in my tankard was strong honey mead, "I am a fine soldier. A man of honour, lying is something I am not accustomed to. In honesty, I was an ill choice for this position."

"Yet, here you are and more impressively you are here," the equine stressed his last word with a gesture around the clearing. "Why, would you wish to come here?"

Honesty had served me so far and I decided to tell what I could of the truth. "I was untouched when my father sent me here. Raised and trained to know nothing but combat. My life was simple, lead men, fight battles, and kill my father's enemies. Then he sent me here."

For a few moments we sat in silence drinking, then he asked, "untouched as in...?"

"I was a virgin," I replied too honest and ignorant to feel embarrassment that many men would have felt at being a virgin in their mid-twenties. "I had never even touched myself. The priests who raised me told me that when my cock grew aroused I was ill and I should cure myself with an ice bath, lest the blood sickness weaken me."

A deep laugh escaped Naros' lips, "and now you are here, making up for lost time?" He asked, partly in jest and yet there was more than a note of truth about it to me. Part of the joy I felt in this was the knowledge that it was the last thing my father or his priests would want.

Draining my tankard I gave a loud belch, that I did not excuse. Naros was a warrior, like myself and I felt oddly comfortable around him. "In no small part, yes." I looked him right in the eye and added, "if my father finds out I will suffer general Tavious' fate. Though I will try to give a decent accounting of myself."

The horse gave a nod, "he will not find out from me. You are a brave man, though I hardly expected less. Your honesty is appreciated and your form is most pleasing to the eye. I would like to fuck you if you think you can handle someone such as myself."

Despite his direct nature thus far, I was still surprised at the bluntness and directness of his words. "I came here to drink and make merry, and my tankard is now empty," I replied with a chuckle caused by the more than pint of strong liquor I had just imbibed. "Plus, I feel the blood fever starting," I added waving to my crotch where my cock was already half erect.

"Then we have an accord," Naros replied, placing his own tankard down he moved over to me. Our lips met and our tongues danced as I sprawled slowly backwards on the soft grass of the clearing floor. His hands began to explore my form and I found myself exploring his. The firm musculature of his shoulders and arms, the tautness of his buttocks. Even the thickness of the muscles around his neck. I appreciated his form greatly and found myself hoping that he experienced similar thoughts on my body.

However, it was not long before his hands found my maleness, erect and wanting. I cried out softly into his mouth as I felt his fingers gripping my shaft firmly. Naros moved, pushing my legs apart and himself between them. I knew what was to come next and I was prepared for it. Pris had spent the hours before dusk preparing my ass for whatever challenges it may face. I had been stretched and lubricated fully in anticipation of this moment.

It was not long before I felt Naros's huge equine manhood press to my prepared entrance. Despite the hours of preparation, I found myself tensing to feel such a huge battering ram at my back gate. His soft lips help calm my nerves and so it took a single thrust of that ram to breach my defence. Our kiss was broken by my cry of surprise and delight. The crafted articles Pris had used to prepare me for such well-endowed lovers may have loosened me up. However, they were a pale moonlit imitation of the real article. Feeling his thickness sliding inside me, in the full glorious sunshine I could do little but writhe. My cries of pleasure and pain were muffled as I bit down on his broad shoulder.

The bite did nothing to slow down my equine lover. He continued to thrust, working inch after agonisingly thick inch of his meat inside me. With each thrust, I thought that would be the end, that I would feel his huge fruits resting against my ass. Yet, again and again, there was more to take. His hand on my cock stroked slowly and teasingly, a technique Pris had taught me, firm grip slow strokes, thumb caressing over the glans, keeping the pleasure coming but not bringing it fast enough to build towards release.

Naros grunted as he thrust and I felt something pressing to my pucker. For a moment I thought he had finally slid his sword fully into my sheath, only for him to thrust forward extra powerful. A ring of muscle was forced inside me and I whimpered to feel it. His medial ring and that meant I had only taken him halfway. To take his all would take much more as his thickness would increase as he worked towards his full length.

My eyes darted around and I knew we were being watched. Drac was nearby, his eyes shining at me. While in his lap a young rabbit lord squirmed, as he rode the dragon's cock slowly. To my right, the polar bear General Parvos was sitting on the grass, with a rabbit under either arm, his eyes watching me. While the two rabbits each had a paw on his thick cock. It seemed that they were all interested, Croyte's throne was just out of my view, but I was sure the rabbit would be enjoying the show.

It was a show indeed, planned by Pris to demonstrate that I am willing to take anything any of the group cared to offer. My paws clawed at the grassy floor as another inch was thrust inside me. I felt stretched far beyond anything Pris had ever filled me with. The cock inside me was warm and moving, I could feel it throbbing to the beat of the equine's heart. Strong paws grasped at my hips and pulled me back savagely as Naros delivered his next few thrusts at a feverish pace. It was as if he was desperate to push everything inside me all at once.

I cried out in relief as I finally felt his leathery nuts pressing to my buttocks, as his hips came to a rest against mine. Panting deeply, my head spinning and with what felt like a yard of equine cock inside me, I lay meek as a kitten just trying to recover my strength. Naros recovered his first and I moaned, as his meat slid back slowly pulling free for my warmth, up to the medial ring. Then I cried out, in restrained blissful agony as that meat was returned to me with one powerful thrust.

Sensations of pleasure and pain mixing in my mind. My cock throbbed hard regardless and all I could do was lay back and take it. I could hear laughter and clapping from those around me. There was no doubt in my mind it was all aimed at me, the tiger taking on a horse. How many of Croyte's friends had taken Naros to the hilt? Somehow I doubted that number was high and the shouts of encouragement and disbelief from those around me seemed to validate my assumption.

He pulled back again, this time lifting up his body to tower above me, as he knelt between my spread legs. The cool air of the autumn day blew over my sweat-soaked fur in a most refreshing way. While his thickness thrust home right to the hilt for the third time. My back arched, thrusting my erect and drooling cock up as some lewd fountain spraying jets of precum over my stomach. While inside me the pain was fading, my body growing quickly accustomed to such abuse.

Licking my lips I growled softly, finally able to meet the equine's gaze I looked him right in the eyes as he pulled his cock back, "Harder!" I snarled lost to my lust, in a voice loud enough that many nearby heard me and gasped. Naros himself paused blinking in doubt, his ears twitching around towards me as if he might have misheard. So I repeated louder in a more commanding tone, "Harder!"

Naros acquiesced to my order and his next thrust I felt myself being forced down hard into the grassy floor. "Again!" I snarled through gritted teeth, pushing my hips forward for emphasis. Pain and discomfort mean nothing to a warrior such as myself, we rise to meet any challenge. My claws tore up the turf on the clearing floor as Naros gave it to me again with more power. The muffled slap of his furry hips on mine somehow deafeningly loud. My entire body shook from the force of his thrusting. My cock sprayed more precum out over my stomach.

"Faster!" I snarled, giving orders came naturally to one such as myself. Naros grunted and neighed softly with effort, as his thick meat rammed inside my guts over and over. I could see the sweat glistening on his chestnut fur, his black mane thrashing wildly with each thrust. My hips pushed back meeting his every thrust with one of my own. I ask for no quarter and he gave me none. We writhed and wrestled together, our bodies conjoined in carnal bliss.

The world around me had faded, my entire existence was focussed on the more than foot of cock reaming my insides like nothing ever had before. With each thrust, I felt my balls tingle and my cock ache. His hands were holding my hips tightly as he rammed into them over and over. My own claws were tearing and clasping at the floor as if they could give me some purchase to withstand such an assault. My cock was untouched and yet with each monstrous thrust, I felt my release drawing nearer, a tiny footstep forward.

While Naros was clearly almost to his peak. I could see it in his eyes, Pris had taught me to spot the signs. I knew that any moment now he would yield and give me every last drop of his seed. My cock quivered at the thought. I wanted desperately to grasp it and to gain the release my body was burning for. Yet, I couldn't move, I was utterly at his mercy and he had no mercy left for a cocky feline who had told him to go hard and fast.

Neighing with utter bliss, Naros thundered home. His paced thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled. I saw his eyes rolling back in his head and I knew he was about to burst inside me. Neighing loudly he thrust hard one last time and I felt his flare expand deep inside me, followed by the warm wonderful pressure of a torrent of equine spunk following into my nethers. He thrust over and over, the sounds getting lewder and wetter, as rivers of stallion cum leaked from my abused rear.

My cock throbbed and ached, alone and desperately needy. Panting and with my senses returned I lifted a trembling paw and moved it towards my unattended manhood. However, a white paw grasped my wrist and pulled it away. I gave a purely animalistic snarl in petulant, impotent fury as General Parvos said, "I told you I would hold you to your word." Before I could recognise the intent of those words a wonderful warmth surrounded my aching and drooling maleness.

I glanced down in disbelief and watched my glistening shaft slipping in and out of the bear's hungry maw. He had me at such a disadvantage I had no chance to fight back. I was lost to the bliss and a moment later I roared out in bliss. Inside his muzzle my cock issued a more than considerable volume of tiger seed. The hungry bear milking my cock endlessly as I lay back mewling and purring uncontrollably. Utterly and truly spent, at least for that moment. In my mind, I heard Pris' voice one last time, "well done, my sweet. Now, remember what I told you after all the plan is done, make sure you spend the rest of the day having fun. You have earned it my love."

It took what felt like an age for my strength to recover to where I could sit up. The bear had gone, Naros' cock had been pulled from my depths. His seed forming a muddy puddle below my ass. I knew I would need a good bath after this day. "After a ride like that, I bet you could use a mug of fine ale." I turned around to find Captain D'Vane naked with two tankards of ale, one in each paw.

Struggling to a seated position I took the mug of ale and moved to rest my back against the tree Naros and I had started our trist against. "You are a man of honour and mercy." I chuckled as I took a drink from the potent liquid and D'Vane sat down next to me. "Your duties are over?"

"Aye, now my prince bids me 'enjoy myself' and I remembered your words on our greeting. Though, after what I witnessed, you have all the right to say nay and that you need time to recoup your strength," It was a gracious offer, from a man I felt I could respect.

"When my strength returns, I will be only too happy to fulfil my earlier promises," I replied taking another refreshing swig from the ale. In the back of my mind, I realised not a morsel of food had passed my lips since breakfast. Which probably accounted for the spinning of the clearing. I knew that food could be summoned from any of the many servants. Yet, my request died on my lips as D'Vane moved to lay down before me. His hands reaching out to fondle my furry nethers.

"Just lean back, Prince and your strength will return as I nurture these well-used sweetmeats," his words reached my drink addled mind and they seemed like wisdom. Putting the ale down I crossed my arms behind my head and closed my eyes. While I felt a soft warm tongue begin to lap over my much used royal fruits. His warm tongue licking and teasing at the entrance to my sheath, enticing my fleshy sword out for a duel with his tongue. I moaned in bliss, just basking in the sensations as his tongue cleansed my aching meat. His fingers teasing my furry sack and stroking along my inner thighs. The wonderful tickling sensations bringing new vigour to my muscles. As my body awoke to the new feelings and desires.

Glancing down I saw his pink nose twitching, a sure sign that the rabbit was enjoying my scent. After such a long day I knew my body would be far muskier than most. I gasped as I saw him press his lips to my cocktip and I closed my eyes as I felt my fleshy sword sliding into the warm welcoming rabbit maw. His head bobbed slowly and languidly, taking in as much of my meat as he could and letting it slide out slowly.

It was clear he was in no hurry and neither was I. My paws reached down, playing with his ears in idle bliss. I did that often with Pris when he gave me a slow sucking. Sometimes he would kneel under the dinner table, unbeknownst to the other servants. While they served me dinner, he would service my cock. Slowly and yet eagerly, not wishing for the pleasure to go to quickly. D'Vane was gifted with his mouth and his paws and I groaned in bliss. While in my mind thoughts of Pris brought new and renewed vigour to my muscles.

Soon I was thrusting, slowly in time with D'Vane's motions. Pressing my meat into his eager mouth, enjoying the caresses of his tongue. The feel of his paws, as they tickled my balls, inner thighs and then down my taint. A deep sigh of content escaped my lips as three fingers were pushed into my abused pucker. Dribbles of equine spunk flowing onto D'Vane's hand as the rabbit showed he knew exactly how to press the most pleasurable spots inside me.

My hips pushed back naturally and I groaned at the feeling. Wanting more. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I grasped my tankard and took another swig. The potent ale not exactly quenching my thirst, but at least wetting my mouth. Enough that I began to thrust faster and moaned louder. Enjoying the warmth and the tickling of his fingers inside me. My pleasure growing by the moment. I could feel his mouth moving faster, the suction growing much stronger.

Each moment my pleasure grew, his eager ministrations never stopping. I took another swig from my ale and almost sprayed it over my lover as he used that moment to launch an assault. His head bobbing tenfold its previous pace and his fingers pummeling my poor hole with such speed and strength that I did whimper in a most unmanly way. He was earnest in his desire to milk me dry and I was defenceless. So I let him take what he wanted, enjoying every moment as I came in his mouth. He gulped hungrily on my royal seed.

Once more I lay back exhausted. However, I could be sure that D'Vane was a military man, for he was quick to use my own tactics against me. My body exhausted, the moment the seed stopped flowing from my cock he was upon me. My hips were lifted and I felt him slide easily inside my abused rear. I moaned out, only for him to stop my lips with a kiss, which I returned in lazy passion.

My lover was welcome to my body, but it was for him to put the effort in. My arms closed around his torso, my head nuzzling into the nape of his neck. The soft grassy scent of rabbit musk a delightful tease to my nose. While inside me the rabbit began to hammer home his needy meat. Rabbit hips are built for both speed and strength. They may lack the endowment of larger species, but few could match their passionate endurance or pace.

Pris had shown me this on multiple occasions and I was glad to be receiving another demonstration. His voice lifting up in soft squeals of pleasure as my insides clenched down around him. I knew how to pleasure a cock inside me and grinning I used every trick I had been taught to repay this rabbit for turning the tables on me. My striped body was strapped around his thrusting cock, squeezing and massaging it working it in ways his desperate cries let me know he was not expecting.

Squeezing the rabbit in my arms I let him feel the strength of the body he was pounding. From the whimpered cry he gave I knew he was impressed and by the sudden increase in his pounding I knew he was further aroused. With his breath coming in ragged pants I knew he was moments away. Pulling my head from his neck, I kissed him passionately.

A moment later I swallowed his cries of passion as I held him in the kiss. His rabbit hips smacking away desperately as he fucked every last drop he could into my rump. His offering a small pond compared to the lake's worth Naros had emptied inside me already. Yet it was very welcome and as his hips slowed and our lips parted I found myself grinning at him, "well Met, Lord D'Vane." I whispered in slight jest as the rabbit collapsed into my arms and I held him. My mind wandered to Pris as it had throughout and I felt a great longing for my bed, for our bed.

It seemed to me that I was not the only guest that was feeling weariness in his limbs. Everywhere I looked people were dozing or resting in twos threes or more. The hunting party was a bright candle, it burned with intensity, but lasted less than one expected. Food was called for and afterwards many of the guests did rally. General Parvos took his pleasure in my ass and I took mine in D'Vane making that black rabbit squeal again.

I finally was able to spend some time with my friend, Prince Drac. No longer the only friend I had at the event. However, I thanked him profusely for getting me the invitation and he took great pleasure in the thanks. We fucked wonderfully and lazily, just lying beside each other as his hips slowly fed my hungry rump his thick dragon cock. I milked every drop I could from him, as I did every lover I had taken that day.

In the end, I was grateful when the Prince announced that the party was over. I found my clothes and bid farewell to my new friends. My mission a pure success, the Prince had already invited me for a more private party in a few days "after you recover your strength." The rabbit had informed me with a chuckle.

The hunting party and I parted ways halfway through the forest, where my path home lay ahead alone. It was once I was alone that I truly began to feel the wear of the day dragging on my muscles. My ass stung with every rocking motion of my mount Pivor. My head felt great pressure and some pain. The after-effects of too much mead and ale on an empty stomach.

Waiting at home would be Pris and a raven for me to reply to my father. With good news for once. His temper had been growing of late, he badly wanted to know the layout of the rabbit's defences. With Croyte now becoming a close friend I would soon be able to assuage his anger. That was of scant comfort to me as I rode on. The sun dipping lower and the land getting dark. I paused Pivor at the edge of the forest and watched the setting sun as it lit up the entire valley.

I could see the capital, the castle of their king and even in the far distance the wall that led to the Ursine Kingdom. It was so beautiful and peaceful. My soul tormented to see it and know what I was going to bring to the valley. I had extended my hand, and far more in friendship and yet my intent no longer sat well with me. Dismounting Pivor I sat on a grassy tussock, just watching and thinking. My hand stroked my chest to feel the slight bumps of the scars my father had given me. A marking to remind me of my duty, and of my loyalty to him.

I was a soldier, first and foremost. It was all I had known. Had I gained Croyte's friendship five months ago. This valley would probably already belong to my father. General Parvos would be dead. Likely so would Croyte and his father. Drac and Naros might have been let return home, to avoid angering their people. The towns and villages I could see looking so warm in the orange glow of the dying sun, they would be rubble, smouldering cinders of what once had been.

Pris, my sweet wonderful servant and lover. He would be dead too, dead or a slave. Maybe still in my service. However, I knew if I did this it would kill him, in spirit if not in body. Until this moment I had the luxury of failure. Now sitting on the hill I knew I was at a crossroads. My mind flew to my predecessor, General Tavious. Had he come to the same realisations as I? Did he not just fail my father, but actually defy his wishes? My father's will was that of the gods themselves. To defy it was to invite death.

Then why did it feel so unclean, so ungodly? To come as a friend, to enjoy and embrace. To love and to be loved. I felt a wetness on my cheek and realised that I was crying. I had never done that before. Not over the loss of friend or foe. It was too much, my father expected me to obey. Everything I had raised to be wanted to obey his will. That was who I was, his royal highness Crown Prince of Trevath, lord of the Eastern Marches and heir apparent to the throne. A captain amongst my father's armies, loyal and true. An exemplar of everything our people should strive to be.

Visions of Pris came to me, of his eyes looking at me with hurt and betrayal at what I had done. I couldn't stand to look and yet closing my eyes gave me no respite. If I did it, I knew I would have to look Pris in the eye and there would be no love there, no understanding. Only betrayal and hate.

Long did I sit there, the sun faded and the stars and moon came out. Much of the land was hidden from me. The cool night air blew across my body and yet I could find little relief or comfort in it. Pivor lay down and rested his mighty head in my lap. My paws stroked the hulking beast, safe in the knowledge that he at least would always love me.

My path forward was unclear. However, whichever road I took would end in betrayal of my father, or my lover. How long I sat there I cannot say. I know by the time I returned to the embassy the lights were all out. I stabled Pivor and saw to his comfort. Finding the apple that Pris had given me that morning still in his saddlebags, along with a knife to cut it. A simple act of care, or love. It was that single act that swayed my mind. I would report nothing to my father. Maybe in time, he would seek to have me removed as he had Tavious. If that happened I promised myself I would make a good accounting. Prince Karde would not go down easy.

Feeling utterly spent, mind, body and soul. My ass aching from repeated abuse and my limbs weary after such a long day I slowly limped to the front door. Maybe I should have known sooner that there was something wrong. Pris would have waited with the torches lit as long as it took for his master to return. My mind had been on other things. It wasn't until I closed the door behind me, with a mouthful of sweet apple that the hair on the back of my neck stood up straight. My nose twitched to a smell horrifically familiar, the scent of blood.

From the darkness inside the embassy, I heard a voice growl, "father is very unhappy with you, brother." As my eyes scanned the room and counted shadows I knew I was in trouble, seven shadows should not have been there. I was unarmoured and armed only with a small knife for peeling fruit. However, my mind went to one question, the most important thing I could think of; whose blood was it that I could smell?

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