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A location among many others, connected by invisible strings to its neighboring realms. But this realm had something special about it: it's very inhabitants.

Animals that stood on two legs, walking and talking like men while possessing the strength and ferocity of the very creatures they resembled.

Those who inhabited the realm, known as the Beastmen, were actually peaceful and kind. They lived in harmony with not only their kind but the neighboring realms as well. They were able to traverse between realms, paying visits and even choosing to live in the neighboring worlds.

But one day that all changed. A wicked mage, fearful of the beasts that looked unlike himself, used his power to sever the links of the Beastmen's realm, cutting them off and leaving them isolated.

If that was not enough, the mage also cast a binding curse on the land's Divine Beasts. These four enchanted creatures blessed the land with their incredible power, being the origin of the Beastmen's very world.

With the Divine Beasts unable to bless the land, it would not be too long before the very Beast Lands itself would start to crumble upon itself. The Beastmen, trapped within the decaying realm, were left to fend for themselves. For the most part, the peace between them had been maintained, but in areas of decay, conflict began to arise.

Despite the disappearance of the Divine Beasts, the land remained held together, as it had before, solely by the Dragon King. Linked with all four Divine Beasts, the monarch continued to filter and distribute power to the whole of the Beast Lands.

The king had always known that there would be a day such a disaster struck the world. A reserve of the Divine Beast's power acted as a suitable substitute but the storage of energy was short lived. Soon, it would be up to the dragon himself to keep his beloved land and it's many people safe...

It was something that he certainly could not do for too long. The land itself would drain him until there would be nothing left. No, what the Dragon King needed was a champion. He could feel the many beating hearts within his kingdom: their hopes, their joy, their anger, and their fears... They were the many feelings within himself...

***

The King's steps echoed throughout the large corridor of his castle. With the plight of his people and his very home as a whole on his mind, the dragon marched towards a certain room.

That room in question was filled with books, potions, and all sorts of magical artifacts. But none of them were what he entered the room for. As usual they were left where they always were, practically forgotten. Sensing where his desired object hid, picking up and gently placing other artifacts to the side, the dragon found it and lifted it into his palm.

Demanding the king's attention was a simple necklace, decorated with four marbles, all a different color. The glow they usually had was dim, but still held light. The light of hope, clinging to the orbs, refusing to dim any further. Holding onto that hope, the Dragon King huffed and stepped to the center of the room.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself to calm down. Perhaps this was all a fool's errand, a desperate attempt to preserve what was already doomed to decay. Maybe this would all be for nothing.

But the king reminded himself to hold onto hope. Anything was possible and taking a chance could be his, and all the other inhabitants, saving grace.

The winged male's muscles were tensed and bulging, making his arms and chest look even bigger and thicker than they already were. He could see them through a mirror lying against a wall. Of course, the mirror was enchanted but it served a more simple use just as well.

The red dragon focused on his own image, taking a moment to simply admire his own features. His eyes danced over his pecs, down to the abs that were built under the scales of his lower body. Even further down, the winged beast stared at his own slit, taking a moment to think of the large, thick appendage that lay hidden from sight, something that even he grew infatuated with the very idea of.

The dragon couldn't help but chuckle, recognizing how his thoughts were already drifting. But it indeed worked to ease his fears and the tension within his body. He stretched, groaning and enjoying the feeling of his body loosening a bit. Once in a normal position yet again, the Dragon King was ready to begin...

"Enough with this delaying," the dragon muttered, looking at the necklace in his hand. "Yes. It is time."

The dragon sat down and crossed his legs, curling his thick, scaly tail over his thigh. He took a few more deep breaths and finally began what he was planning for. The words that were soon spilling from his mouth were those for a summoning spell.

The more words he said, the more heartbeats the dragon could feel. They were intensifying, pounding and making the dragon's body shudder. The said spell quickly zipped from heart to heart, seeking out the one that would become their new champion. One that had the perfect heart to hopefully save this slowly dying land.

Further and further, the spell traveled and felt for the potential within. The longer it went on, the more hopeless it seemed, but the Dragon King wasn't acting solely on hope. He trusted his instincts, that explainable feeling that a hero waited among them for the call to rise.

Finally, the dragon felt something. Akin to a hook that grabbed hold of a fish. A single heartbeat throbbed in time with the king's. He could feel it. This was it, the king had found his champion. Instantly, the monarch began to "reel in" the heart, pulling it closer and closer to himself.

A blinding flash of light filled the room. The windows of the room shuddered, just barely holding firm. The enchanted mirror formed a crack within it but held firm as well. To the dragon's surprise, that crack repaired itself, leaving the mirror untainted once more.

But the Dragon King's attention was brought to the dimming light, and the figure that was forming before him. The light around him faded and the image of his champion was clear, the dragon smiled.

It was done.

The dragon was treated to the sight of round ears, and a tail that reached even higher. Below it was the face of a mammal, the face of a squirrel. His fur was jet black, accented by gray along his muzzle and further down below.

Muscles that weren't anywhere near as thick as the dragon's, nor was the rodent's height, nevertheless the king saw past ordinary looks and felt what lay within the other male's heart. He was more than sure that this was the one. But it was up to himself to set this new hero on the path to greatness, on to becoming the Beast Lands' hero.

The squirrel groaned to himself, still trying to shake off the haziness in his head. The sensation of being suddenly warped still made him feel as if the room was spinning. And the bright light that came after made it worse, stinging his eyes and forcing them to shut.

But once he got a hold of himself, the squirrel looked up and bit back a yelp of shock.

Before him was the king of the Beast Lands, the great dragon that ruled over the lands and ensured the prosperity of the realm. He was the shining light that guided them when they were cruelly cut off from the other realms.

It also helped that the winged beast was very attractive to many, many other beasts. His body: large, adorned with crimson scales that shined like rubies. His chest, belly, and the insides of his wings were a light shade of purple, making his colors akin to a flower's petals.

A mix of fear and arousal struck the squirrel as his cock started to rise in his pants. Despite that, he bowed before his king, hearing the bigger male chuckle warmly.

"You may rise."

The deep, yet gentle tone of the King's voice. It struck his subject hard. The dragon continued to speak. But the squirrel was already daydreaming about hearing such a voice every day. He certainly considered himself lucky to somehow be in the presence of such a powerful and sexy beast.

It was known all throughout the kingdom as to how much of a dreamboat the king was. Large, muscled, but also kind and soft spoken. He looked like a model perfect for a pin-up within a local gym but his looks were contrasted by his gentle giant nature.

It wasn't helped that the sitting dragon noticed the erection in his subject's pants. It led to his own cock peeking from his slit, exposing the squirrel to something long and thick. As incredible as he looked above, he was the same below, seeming to have the pinnacle of maleness as well...

The dragon finally realized that he as naked in front of his own subject. He lived alone in the castle and saw no need to wear clothes half the time. At this point it was second nature to him, and he only noticed when the other male was reacting to his full body on display.

Perhaps he should have covered himself up before even casting the summoning spell? It was too late now, his cock had already grown to its full length and throbbed against the open air. And the squirrel made no attempts to hide his gawking.

Slowly, the king rose from the floor and cleared his throat. "Welcome. May I ask for your name?"

The squirrel gulped but still managed to speak. "L-Lake..."

"Lake. That is a nice name. And you can call me Tiberius."

The rodent shuddered upon hearing the king's name being revealed. To everyone else in the kingdom, the monarch was simply known as the Dragon King.

"Lake. I have summoned you for a purpose."

"W-what kind of purpose?" the squirrel asked, shivering a bit.

"I have sensed your heart and I believe that you have the potential to save this land..." The king relayed the many truths of this world and their situation to his subject.

Lake listened to the words of his king. He forgot all about being enamored by the dragon. The words spoken indeed resonated with him. For some time, Lake had desired, wished with all his heart, that he could somehow do something to ease the problems plaguing his home.

"...I do believe that you can save everyone, me included," Tiberius concluded.

Lake thought it over for a bit and nodded. He didn't really need to think about it, he could feel the desire in his own heart. He knew very well what he wanted, and now he had the chance to somehow do it.

"I want to. Yeah, I really do. But, look at me, your highness. I'm not nearly as strong as you are."

The dragon smiled and caressed his subject's chin with his large hand. "Not yet, you are not. But I can bless you with added power. It will aid you on your quest."

"You can do that?" Lake asked, his tail swishing.

The Dragon King nodded and smiled. His hand reeled back and traced down his body, coming down to wrap around his cock. "I apologize, but you will have to work for it."

The large dragon stepped closer to his new champion, his eyes glowing as power within him charged. He could spare some, especially if it was for the sake of his kingdom. Despite his large size, his steps were light as he came even closer, just a mere foot away from the rodent.

He snapped his finger and another blinding flash of light surrounded the both of them. This time, it wasn't so bad for Lake. This time, the sensations were not so bad, allowing him to recover quickly. All it took was a quick look around for him to realize that he was in the king's own bedroom.

The king himself stepped past the awestruck squirrel. As he did so the dragon made a show of himself, flexing his arms and swishing his thick tail. In truth, it had been a while since the king had been in the presence of another. He finally had a chance to push all the stresses of his land aside and focus on relieving all that was heavily pent up within him.

As much as his subject was likely enthralled with him, Tiberius found the squirrel before him attractive as well. He had admitted this to very few, but the king, as big as he was, had a thing for males smaller than himself. In his own eyes, Lake's body needed no changes. Just looking at him in his current state made his own needy cock throb.

He curled his finger for Lake to follow and the squirrel did. As he stepped forward and past the king, his clothes literally melted off of him thanks to the eager king's power. Upon laying on the bed, Lake's breath caught in his throat as the dragon slid over him.

His king reached for him, and Lake allowed the dragon to wrap the necklace around his neck. As faintly glowing marbles dropped onto the rodent's chest, he could feel them. There was a power radiating from the orbs, faint but certainly there.

But what really left the rodent awestruck was his king's large hands upon his body. Upon his body, those large fingers were nimble and his scales were smooth. Even his large claws, that he guessed could slice him up easily, were pulled back gently and slowly. They eased across his fur, lightly combing through his fur, forcing small shudders through his body. And when they were pulled away, Lake was trembling in a way he had never before.

"You were always meant to wear them, but I also thought you would look good with it on. And I am right."

Lake gulped again but he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "I'm sorry, my k- Tiberius. B-but... I gotta feel you inside of me!"

The king just chuckled and a smirk spread over his muzzle. "Very well. Then roll over, my champion. You shall feel the king's power filling you. Among other things..."

The excited squirrel would have never thought that something like this would be happening to him. This certainly wasn't his first time. Like everyone else in the Beast Lands, Lake was no stranger to sex, but for most of those times he was the one on top. The number of times that was the exception could be counted on a single paw. But under the gaze and body of the king himself, Lake was more than glad to make another exception.

His body was nearly working on his own. In the presence of the mighty dragon, Lake couldn't roll on his stomach and present his ass any faster. He had already lifted and angled his bushy tail out of the way. Not a second later he could feel large hands on each of his ass cheeks. Effortlessly, the dragon spread the mounds apart, introducing himself to the pink hole that was hidden between them.

The king could see and sense that the hole before him was largely inexperienced. He took note of that and proceeded with his actions. He could hear small murmurs come from Lake. It was to be expected. His warmer than average breath was puffing upon the hole. Alongside his breathing were a few light sniffs of his champion's scent.

"Ah!"

Tiberius delivered a soft lick to the pink flesh. It was quickly followed up by a second. But the third was a special one, long and slow. The king couldn't help but smirk up seeing the squirrel's tail flick back and forth, something akin to a dog wagging his tail in sheer happiness.

That large, hot tongue was now tracing directly along his rim. Lake was moaning against the sheets his face was pressed into. As he was being rimmed, the smaller male was squirming and making all kinds of noises. With his hole being so rarely used, it was left largely unprepared for things such as licking and penetration. But this was forgotten by the squirrel; and at this moment, it was as if he was being teased back there for the first time.

"Mmmph! Hrrg!"

That tongue, previously just licking, had already moved on to penetrating. It was slow and gentle, but that didn't stop the feeling of his rim being steadily stretched. For the most part, the subject's mind was muddled with pleasure, but he was a bit surprised to know that the king was one to indulge in rimming, an act that was fairly common enough but had a few connotations attached to it. But it hardly mattered at this point. The reality of his situation was that he was being rimmed by the king, broken in by just a tongue alone.

Moans were all but forced out of him, he couldn't hold them back if he tried...

His eyes bulged at the feeling of the tongue sinking deeper within him. He clutched at and balled bundles of the sheet in his paws. For the first time, Lake could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing without him touching it. That worming tongue touched something really sensitive within, leaving it warm and soaked in heated spit. But that was the most he got before that large tongue was reeled back.

In truth, the only reason Tiberius stopped was to hold back the intense lust that was steadily building within him. It was that primal urge to just hurry up and rut this cute little guy already. But the king took Lake's own feelings into account. He was used to holding himself back on some level during sex anyways.

Taking a moment to stop also allowed him to see the rodent still squirming and flicking his large tail. The groans kept coming as Lake's stretched pucker winked, clearly missing the feeling of being filled already.

"Oooaaahh!"

Thick and hot, the king's tongue was back inside of the tight hole, but now it was thrusting within and out. It was the most Tiberius allowed himself to do. His body was burning up and perhaps he was already getting ahead of himself. In order to dull the literal fires within him, the king was now licking fervently taking in the flavors of the other male's insides.

Each soft lick was followed up by another hard press in deeper of the pink muscle. It was a representation of the king's internal conflict. But it was clear that he was really breaking the squirrel down, and with just his tongue alone.

His moans continued, his body was moving any way it could. Now his toes were curling in time with each press of the king's tongue.

Tiberius himself was getting rather lost in the sensuality of tonging the smooth walls. He had evolved from just licking alone. His lips worked alongside to softly suckle on the pink rim. The king feasted on his new champion, allowing himself to act not-so-kingly for once. And his actions were met with Lake's own body pressing back against his mouth, giving him room to work with.

He didn't really need it considering that only about a fourth of his tongue was actually inside. It took a lot of inner will to resist the urge to just jam the whole thing in. If that wasn't enough of a temptation, there was also his own cock, left to just bob and leak unattended...

The dragon slowly pulled his tongue back and made a sound of satisfaction at the taste.

"I think it's about time we move on to the next phase."

"I don't... I don't know if I can handle all that.."

"Don't worry," Tiberius chuckled. It was true that his cock in the squirrel's ass would make more than a tight fit. But this dragon had magic and with just a bit of it, they could more than manage. "Now, let us...truly begin."

Lake's breath caught in his throat as two large hands were planted on the bed, on either side of his body. It set in that this was really happening, that he was about to be fucked by the king. His eyes widened at the feeling of the dragon's tip poking at his ass.

The touches were light and teasing, first easing against his poker before easing back, leaving it winking in need. What took Lake by surprise was how eager he was to be penetrated. He had gotten a good look at what the dragon was packing, and the thought of it being jammed inside of him was equally terrifying and exhilarating.

"W-whoa... Aah!"

The rodent's whole body shuddered as the tip pressed against his tailhole and stayed there. That pointed flesh continued easing in, first just slightly opening his hole. He could feel how warm it was, how it was throbbing in time with a strong heartbeat, and as it continued to fill him, Lake could feel his own cock threatening to shoot.

"See? Just relax and allow me to-"

"Y-yes! Keep going..."

The dragon chuckled and dared to make the lightest of thrusts, pressing a whole inch of himself inside. Lake made no sound, he wasn't sure if he could.

The king's thick cock pressed further and further inside of him, it was as if his hole was regularly used. The tip was already oozing precum, further lubing up the hole. Already having been slick and wet with spit, it was all the easier for the large cock to fill him.

Tiberius finally made his mark, able to shove himself inside. He could feel the hard clenches of his champion's ass around his cock. Already on the first thrust he was already growling and panting.

"Guess I'm even more eager than I thought. Hmm, but the sooner I leave my mark on you, the better."

The king started to thrust proper, first pulling himself back before thrusting his length back inside. The pace wasn't slow either, fast enough to make the dragon's hips thump against the smaller male's. Back and forth, in and out, he pleasured himself by grinding his cock against those hot, slick walls...

Crying out in pleasure, Lake subconsciously thrust his own hips back. The king's cock was buried deep inside of his ass. The thick shaft spread his ass wide, ensuring that he was not only stretched lengthwise, but girth-wise as well. His ass clenched down on the hot flesh, seemingly hungry for it.

It seemed that the king wasn't the only one he was close to their limit.

Another hard clench of his anal muscles came and a deep grunt came from the large dragon above him. He could feel a jet of pre filling and heating his ass. Each thrust made a squishy noise, getting louder as the dragon thrust into him harder.

The squirrel shoved himself back and clenched as hard as he could down on the large cock, all but constricting it in the hot and sticky heat of his ass.

That was all that was needed. Above him, the dragon king made a deep growl, something primal and guttural. The smell of sulfur filled the air, a product of the smoke billowing from the beast's nostrils. He shoved himself deep and moved no more, clenching his teeth as the first shot of cum slid into the other male's hole.

Warmth and sticky dragon's cum filled the rodent's ass and alongside it was power. A little piece of the power that the king of all beasts held within himself. A power that was given to him by the four Divine Beasts themselves. Nothing happened to his body, but he could feel it swirling within him, fusing to his own body.

The king grunted and pulled his cock back, purring as he watched his load spill from the squirrel's ass. Lake himself grunted against the feeling, along with the sensation of his ass spitting out the king's cum. But his own cock was left desperate for release and he needed it bad.

***

Lake bit his lip as his cock pressed against the pucker. He boldly thrust again and shoved his cock into the king's ass, smirking as he heard the dragon cry out.

Their positions had changed. In order to gauge the power, and to give his champion the sweet release of a needed climax, Tiberius was now the one clutching the sheets as he was penetrated.

Even though Lake's cock was dwarfed by his own, the dragon could feel the power of Lake's body. Though it came from him, it seemed the squirrel was already making the given power his own. It added a certain something to the sexual experience. It couldn't be explained accurately, but that blessed cock was certainly making the large beast writhe and whimper just from it being shoved into him.

Lake himself could feel something different about himself. He gained no muscle nor grew any taller, but as he was fucking the very Dragon King, there was certainly something there. His cock had met with enough holes to feel the change. It was added by the dragon's ass itself, just like his cock, it had a bit of magic as well. The pleasure as intense, stronger than anything else but his body evenly spread it out, making it bearable.

As he continued to thrust, Lake basked in the heightened sexual pleasure. It was a blessed cock fucking a blessed hole. And as he shoved himself inside, pressing his length against soft walls, the both of them reacted in loud sounds of pleasure.

It was certainly something to see the large beast clutching the sheets and squirming like so. The movements made Lake hold onto the large, thick tail. He used to steady himself while his lower body continued to plunge inside.

It wasn't long before the king raised his head and Lake bit his lip. The two of them came together, basking in the intensified orgasm they shared. Lake was ecstatic to cum inside another hole, and for it to be the hole of his king...

And Tiberius was all too thrilled to feel his own ass being filled with cum again after so long. To know it came from such a little guy...

It was a shame that there was a duty to perform. They had spent enough time in the room, and it was about time they both did what they were meant to. But if the king had his way he would have loved nothing more than allowing his champion to claim his ass for even just a little while longer...

The dragon cleared his throat and reminded himself that it was time to be professional. There would be plenty of time when the lands were saved.

***

The king and his champion were in the throne room. Lake was dressed in new clothes and Tiberius actually put on a little something on as well. Although it was hardly formal, nothing more than some tight pants and tank top that was actually ripped a bit along the chest.

"With that necklace you will be able to sense the Divine Beasts when they are near," Tiberius started as he sat on the throne. "Although, you may not be able to do all of this alone. You would be wise to find those to assist you."

Lake nodded and grinned. This was actually a quest, a crazy adventure like something out of a story book. But now it was his reality! He was the lands' champion! He fucked the king himself!

"I will do my best, your- Uh, Tiberius." Lake bowed, but his grin remained.

The king smiled as well, hearing his name being spoken by his small, sexy champion.

"So, where should I begin?" Lake asked.

"The best place would be the town of Fangar, located in the south. That region is the most stable and it should be no trouble to locate the first Beast."

"You put a lot of faith in me," Lake chuckled awkwardly.

"Of course. You are essentially our realm's, and my own hope. And the fact that you were chosen by the summoning assures me that you will prevail."

Tiberius rose from his throne and kneeled down before Lake. "Do not worry so much, Lake. You have been blessed. And with a few allies, there is nothing you cannot handle."

Lake nodded and took a deep breath, the weight of his chosen task finally setting in.

"Thank you. And I won't let you down!"

Tiberius nodded and raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers. "Until we meet again, my champion. All of our hopes fly with you..."

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