A New Purpose
Spitting a mouthful of blood in the vague direction of the t-rex to his left, Gysen snarled at his captors, struggling in vain against the scaly paws that enveloped his limbs. "Let me go, you fucking savages. Fight me like a man and die cursing your gods." With his feet swinging ineffectually and his teeth gnashing at thin air, he traveled through a leather curtain into a dimly lit, smoky throne room.
Forced to his knees by unyielding paws, the silver fox growled, his teeth bared as his eyes finally lit on the imperious figure sitting on a wooden throne and smirking at his misfortune. "What is the meaning of this? Do you wish for a war?!" He snarled at the figure, his mouth nearly foaming with rage.
"Oh, I doubt there's anyone left to fight a war. Your men crumbled like a child's toy." Sitting with his legs held apart and moving his hips in an oddly rhythmic pattern, the nude t-rex, wearing only a few streaks of paint across his dark brown scales, flashed sharp fangs at Gysen. A sleeping monster of a cock sat above a pair of sagging balls that threatened to spill over his seat, and a stomach tightened by battle rolled with his body's movement as he laughed.
"H-How did you-?" Tearing his eyes away from the dinosaur's body, Gysen shuddered, feeling bile rise in his throat. He nearly admired the foul creature's manhood like some filthy tail-raising slut. "How did you bypass my sentries? It shouldn't have been possible to drag me from my bed without a single loss. I trust every warrior with my life."
"Oh, sweet one. It looks like it's time to reveal yourself." Leaning to the side and reaching beneath him, the t-rex lifted a familiar fox from a hole beneath his throne, trailing doting fingers over sweat-slicked fur. There could be no doubt about the creature's purpose for being below him, judging by the eager lap of his tongue and the unadulterated lust shining in pretty pink eyes. He could only have been delving his tongue into the dinosaur's ass or, at the very least, shining the backside of his balls.
Standing there, melting against his enemy's touch and crawling into his lap, sat Gysen's son, Arvyss. Strangely loving in his embrace, as if he were doting on the scaly tyrant, he cupped the chieftain's paw in both of his own, taking one meaty finger into his maw to suck on. Between his legs, his foxhood jutted proudly, dribbling its approval over a small pair of balls.
"You see, I planned on taking your village by force. Blood, sweat, and the souls of your warriors would have fed the ground well and allowed my fields to prosper." Stuffing a second finger into Arvyss's mouth and stroking his fluffy head fur affectionately as the fox groaned his delight, the dinosaur continued. "This sweet little one, however, happened upon me while I bathed. Of course, I expected a surprise attack, an assassination attempt, or even a poisoning. Imagine my surprise when he threw himself to his knees in worship, laid himself bare, and begged me to take him, to claim him as my mate."
"So deliciously devoted was his tongue that I couldn't resist sheathing myself within him. There, buried to the hilt within his luscious depths, I realized. Perhaps we don't need to fight. There was a way to claim your land as my own without spilling more than a token thimble-full of blood. All I needed was my sweet one's cooperation to enact my plan. A harmless sleeping potion slipped into your village's nightly meal would provide an easy solution. Of course, I required a few weeks to test my sweet one's loyalty. Often and enthusiastically." Staring down at Arvyss, the t-rex's eyes softened.
"B-But he promised me he wouldn't hurt any of you! He always keeps his word~." Releasing his eager suckling hold on the chieftain's fingers, Arvyss spoke, resting his cheek against the dinosaur's pec and staring up at him with devotion shining in his eyes.
"And I have, sweet one. I have not harmed any of your people more than a friendly tussle would have. Your women and children will be allowed to remain in their homes under my protection, as long as they help my crops thrive, while your men will receive a very different, though not altogether unpleasant fate." Gathering Arvyss closer, the t-rex trailed fingers over his stomach, his fierce yellow eyes fixing on Gysen's silver glare. "Breeding them without the worry of siring a clutch should improve my men's morale, and I instructed them to be gentle with their affections. Your men may even learn to enjoy themselves."
"You bastard! Turning my men, my son into- into whores! What foul sorcery have you cast to bewitch my heir?!" His vision blurring with rage, Gysen struggled, desperate to stop the affectionate embrace and apparent corruption. He couldn't believe that he would betray them. Not the sweet boy he bounced on his knee as a cub and taught to hunt.
"Oh, you misunderstand. My sweet little one has me wrapped around a finger. I can't deny my sweet Arv anything. He is free to make his own decisions and roam as he pleases. My men are quite fond of him, though they aren't allowed to partake of his charms." Nuzzling flaring nostrils against Arvyss's chest, the dinosaur trailed kisses along his neck, stopping once he reached a panting, open maw and slipping his tongue out. His head tilted as Arvyss accepted him into a tender, sucking kiss, the dance of their appendages spilling over into view as he attempted to break the kiss, showing the lap of Arvyss's eager tongue.
"You're such a big softy, Orsu." Straddling the dinosaur's awakening member, Arvyss rocked his hips, draping himself over the muscular dinosaur's body like a trained whore, shamelessly spreading his cheeks to guide him into his rear. Despite the dinosaur's endowment, he took each inch in stride, never stopping until his rump kissed leathery balls.
Gysen couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was his son acting like a lovestruck cub, but he was also willingly debasing himself with public mating, throwing away his pride as a chief's son. Unable to look away from their glistening union, Gysen felt himself hardening within his loincloth, his tail lifting instinctually and a strange new itch awakening within him. Was he jealous of his son? No, he couldn't be. He wasn't some tail-raising slut; he was a ruler, a tribal king.
"Despite this new plan, the problem of what to do with you still exists. I can't place you with your men since the potential for rebellion is too great. I can't allow you to leave for the same reason." Cradling Arvyss and standing as he pumped his hips, breeding his hole without care, Orsu carefully descended the stairs, the wet, sloppy sounds of their lovemaking growing louder with every step. "Perhaps, though, my sweet one shall provide another solution."
Struggling uselessly, Gysen found his muzzle clamped shut by one of his captors as the slippery sounds took over his world, his son's fluffy tail tickling his nose before his world went dim, warm, and tainted by the smell of sweaty male. Trembling with anger, he attempted to force his nose away from their union, his struggles growing weaker as pheromones thickened his cock, threatening to spill from his loincloth. Would it be so bad to submit to this thick, sticky manhood? Arvyss enjoyed every thrust, heavenly stickiness coating the space between those soft cheeks, and there was no violence in their mating. Maybe it would feel as heavenly as it looked.
Hilting himself and wiggling his rump in time with each heavy throb of Orsu's shaft, Arvyss milked the dinosaur through his orgasm, his stretched hole leaking only a few precious drops of virile seed to drool over Gysen's muzzle and drip down leathery balls. "See, daddy? He fits so perfectly. We can be so happy here." He cooed, rolling his hips to release the dinosaur's softening member and reveal a pink, well-glazed hole.
"It seems our warrior king is as sweet and welcoming as his son." Pulling Arvyss back to sit on his knee and stroking through the boy's fur with doting paws, Orsu smiled imperiously down at Gysen's panting, aroused form. "Sadly, I've devoted myself to one fox and will not be able to initiate you. You'll find, however, that my guards are a suitable substitute."
Drunk on the promise of the same treatment, Gysen went limp, licking his lips of Orsu's seed without a care for his dignity. Barely registering the release of his limbs, he shuddered as his loincloth slipped from his hips, his ebony manhood slickening the floor with a steady drool of arousal and his twitching virgin hole bared to the air.
Tilting Gysen's chin, one of his captors guided him to the floor, running experimental fingers through his fur and flashing daggerlike teeth in a surprisingly handsome smile. Unlike his chieftain, the man was far less well endowed, though his thickness would give even the most experienced whore pause, and his muscles bulged with extra weight, glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the warm air of the tent. Kneeling over Gysen, he smeared his leathery balls over the former chieftain's face, settling his muzzle between two forest green cheeks and presenting him with a dark, sweat-slick pucker.
Gysen wanted to bite the t-rex's ass, to push him off and fight, but something about the scent cloying around his face gave him pause. One deep sniff, then another filled his lungs, sending a thrill straight to his jutting cock. It was hard to describe, but the dinosaur's rear smelled like raw masculinity. Like sweat, hard work, and the thrill of a fight all combined into an enticing, alluring scent. Reaching out, he touched trembling paws to a surprisingly soft, yielding ass, the pad of his nose nuzzling against the puckered star and taking in a long drag of addictive scent.
Trembling as his tongue slipped out, Gysen sampled the dinosaur's hole, his apprehension disappearing once he tasted silky, slightly salty flesh. His eyes drifted closed as he lapped hungrily, testing the tightness of the dinosaur's hole with growing confidence until his lips pressed against the softness of the dinosaur's most intimate part, his tongue wiggling past slackening defenses and rolling against slickening inner walls. Growing greedier by the second, he squeezed the leathery, scaled rump, marveling at how deliciously firm but muscled the green flesh was.
"Aren't you a cute little ass-licker?" Gysen's captor sat down more firmly, his voice growing fainter with the muffling presence of his rump and nearly taking the fox's muzzle past his hole's defenses with cheeky rolls of his hips. "Don't worry, chief. Ol' Torem'll let you eat your fill, but you have other duties to attend to." Dragging that deliciously sweating rump from Gysen's face, he draped his balls over the fox's face, marking him with musk as the fat underside of his thick member kissed against the former chieftain's lips.
Whimpering as his tongue slipped from its prize, Gysen huffed tainted lungs full of unwashed male, eagerly tasting the fat shaft and nuzzling against the extra skin hooding its tip, his silky ribbon rolling around the hidden head. Spreading his legs wide, he pushed his hips up, his cock begging for stimulation and spurting more arousal than he'd ever felt himself produce. Gods, even with Arvyss's mother, he'd never felt this good, and he hadn't even touched himself. Was this the joy of submission or some quirk of the dinosaur's race?
Warmth washed over Gysen's cock, reminding him of his second captor's presence, and a slippery appendage meandered over his length, slathering his already dripping shaft in a thin coat of drool. Trailing downward over eager flesh until it found something else to toy with, that silky appendage teased his balls, slickening the bare skin. A surprisingly soft and welcoming mouth, without a hint of the press of teeth, welcomed his whole sack into a warm, lazy suckle after a moment, curling his toes with the sensual feeling of lavished care.
"Dekit's good, isn't he? Just wait 'till he buries his face between your cheeks. The only man to make me splash the wall without a hand on my cock." Without waiting for an answer, Torem pressed his cock against Gysen's lips, stretching his jaw with the sheer size of his bitchbreaker. Colossal thighs on either side of the fox's face, he made love to Gysen's muzzle, withdrawing when the fox would gag or splutter and patting his fluffy stomach, reassuring him with slow, circling strokes.
Diligently circling Gysen's hole with his talented tongue, Dekit worked him open with infinite patience, rewarding every clench with a slow circling lick and coating the space between Gysen's cheeks with thick dinosaur slobber. Slowly, his appendage made headway, testing Gysen's depths and swirling over virginal depths, lighting up nerves the fox didn't know existed. A growl vibrated through his hole as leathery lips pressed against his hole, a celebratory lap pressing against a spot that made the fox see stars.
Muffling his high-pitched mewls in Torem's cock, the fox found it hard to think, torn between eagerly drinking a musky drip of Torem's arousal and forcing his rear against Deki's eager tongue. His tail thrashed from side to side, wagging like an excited dog's, and his innards begged for something more filling to plunder their depths, clamping tight and nearly trapping the tongue inside of him. He wanted to be rutted, buried under these scaly hunks of muscle and made to take their seed like a vixen in heat.
Hunching over the fox as if reading his mind, Dekit teased a member of unknown size against the increasingly slutty fox's hole, sliding home to the hilt and growling triumphantly as his balls pressed heavily against the fox's rump, cradled between his cheeks. Meaty paws taking hold of Gysen's waist, he massaged the squirming fox's overfilled stomach, his cock bouncing but remaining still, as if he could sense the discomfort bristling Gysen's tail.
Strangely, the pain of penetration faded almost instantly, leaving a vague feeling of pressure and a cloudy, tingling pleasure from deep within the fox. Sandwiched between two deliciously masculine, impossibly sexually talented males, the fox cemented his position as their cocksleeve. His legs slipped around Dekit's hips as that slippery cock plundered his hole, softening his clenching muscles with increasingly insistent thrusts. Once filled with hatred and the coppery taste of blood, his maw accepted each of Torem's drools of arousal like a cub nursing at a teat, gulping gratefully.
"Fuck yeah. Open up for me." Sliding to the root, Torem massaged Gysen's throat with gentle fingers, coaxing him to swallow. A few deep thrusts followed before the dinosaur's drooping sack churned, pulling up. Withdrawing until the fox's maw accepted only the head of his cock, his member bucking like an unbroken stallion, he painted the inside of Gysen's muzzle in a thick, slimy gift. "Fuuuuck. Savor it. You fuckin' earned it."
Moments after Torem drooled his last drop of seed, Dekit greedily pulled the fox into his lap, meeting his cockdrunk, blinking gaze with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Thrusting hard and fast, he brutalized Gysen's sweet spot, dragging him into the soft embrace of oversized pectorals and trailing that talented tongue over the fox's sensitive neck. "Fancy a kiss? I'm a bit of a romantic." He growled, speaking for the first time since their meeting, his soft, slightly pudgy belly cradling the fox's cock.
Nodding, entranced by the heavy slap of balls against his ass and the almost magical feeling of eager breeding, Gysen leaned in, his tongue extending to meet Dekit's. Lips mashed together, and an explosion of pleasure wiped any misgivings from Gysen's brain, coaxing his arms to wrap around the scaly and his paws to cradle the back of his head. Screw his people, his pride, and his life. What he wanted, what he needed more than anything, was to be bred by this handsome creature, to give himself to the pleasure of subservience.
Slowing his plunging cock to a deep, precisely angled massage, the dinosaur twirled his tongue over the inside of Gysen's maw, mixing the unique taste of his maw, the musky, masculine taste of cum, and the milder flavor of the fox's rump into an addictive cocktail. Placing both paws on the fox's rear, he massaged each cheek, spreading them apart, hilting himself as a bloom of heat filled Gysen's depths. Seemingly endless, thick, and warmer than soup on a cold winter's day, his seed invaded every inch of Gysen's depths, pushing against his stomach and threatening to swell his flat stomach into a greedy gut.
"That's it, beautiful." Torem's pleasant voice echoed in Gysen's ears as his paw took hold of the fox's neglected cock, his warm palm enfolding the knot and squeezing rhythmically. Pressing against Gysen's back, he turned the fox's head, his maw taking the place of Dekit's and claiming the fox with another wet, drool-dripping kiss that further messed his dripping chin.
Painting Deit's gut with his submissive squirts, Gysen groaned into Torem's insistent maw, clamping on the softening cock within him and reveling in the press of sweaty bodies. A hunger awakened within him, begging him to work his new studs into a frenzy, and he whimpered, nibbling at a scaly lip and squirming. If he could only harden the cock within him or entice Torem to take its place, he could feel that aching pleasure again. His new purpose was clear; to be these studs' whore.
"Hi, daddy. Promise you're not mad at me. I didn't want you and Orsu to fight." Kissing Gysen on the cheek, Arvyss smiled brightly, indicating his newly dyed fur, marking him as Orsu's mate. "I'm sorry I haven't come to visit you these past few days. I couldn't tear myself away from our honeymoon bed."
Mouth full of cock, Gysen couldn't answer, barely registering Arvyss's presence in favor of worshipping Dekit's cock. Of course, he wasn't angry at his son. His world was far simpler now, and he was finally happy with his place in life. Taking the long shaft into his throat, he drifted on a cloud of happiness, luxuriating in the gentle, scaled paw scratching behind his ears. The pleasure was his true love, his deepest, darkest, sweetest desire. His purpose.