Mouser
#1 of Stand Alone Complex.
Being king did have its perks, one of which was total control of one's subjects. This let King Asher pick certain serfs to engage in his one vice without anyone raising objections.
While everyone knew the white lion reveled in ruling over the largely rodent populace of his lands, only a handful knew the reason why he truly loved it. Most of those people being the mice he brought into his play room.
One of those mice was Jerry. The poor peasant had been dutifully out collecting mushrooms when the king's captain of the guard brought him to the castle. His clothes and other personal effects had been removed before being forcibly bathed and then left here in this strange room.
During the entire terrifying ordeal of being dragged to what the brown mouse feared was to be certain death, the sole consolation was the simple fact that the bath he was given was hot. The poverty stricken rodent had never had a hot bath in his entire life. By the same token, the bath meant he wasn't going to be killed, at least not right away.
However, standing there in damp fur, the field mouse did what mice did best when placed in new places, Jerry began to explore it.
The first thing he noticed was the heavy metal door which, upon being tried, was very securely locked. Looking around, the only other way out was a bar covered skylight set in the ceiling, being a good 12 feet off the ground, no way could a 4ft tall mouse reach it.
As Jerry's eyes traversed the room, several strange implements hung from the grey stone walls. The rodent, ignorant of what they were, figured out they must be related to the item in the center of the room.
A well worn rug, made from some type of feral deer covered the room's center. As the bark colored mouse approached tawny pelt, the faint scent of seed came to bear. The skin was stained with patches of dried semen and, much to Jerry's dismay, what appeared to be blood.
Backpedaling, Jerry tripped; bare rump smacking the cold stone, however, the pain was ignored as Jerry saw what hung from the ceiling. Ropes and chains of all sorts dangled down. It was clear to the mouse that this was some kind of perverse torture room.
What Jerry did not know was; the hinges of the door were well greased. Silently the room's owner slid in, quietly locking the door behind him. It wasn't until the rodent felt the heavy paw engulf his shoulder that the rodent realized he was not alone.
Slowly, Jerry looked, eyes going wide as the heavy feline paw rested on his left shoulder, not looking as he felt the other paw rest on his right. The short white fur could only belong to one person.
"My liege, I am sorry if I have done something to offend you, I beg your forgiveness for any transgression I have done unto you." Jerry squeaked out.
The paws turned the mouse around, letting him get a full view of the lion. Short, white fur covered the king, thickening around the pubic region. The well muscled body completed the deep white mane, which seemed to be a thing unto itself due to its sheer size.
However, what caught Jerry's eyes were the royal genitals. Coarse white hair enshrouded the feline's tight sack, the prominent egg sized orbs emitting a heavy musk. Rapidly thickening sheath told the mouse, whatever was going to happen; it was for the King Asher's sexual pleasure.
"No need to fear little mouse, I do not intend to harm you." Asher purred out, catching the mouse off guard. The lion couldn't help but chuckle, he was simply playing around.
"But why?" The mouse inquired, motioning to the dungeon in confusion.
"It is easier for me and safer for you." Asher explained. "You see, my "tastes" run both ways. But, finding another lion that not only has the same tastes as mine and is discreet is very difficult. But a mouse, randomly taken by the king, will raise no eyebrows amongst my kind."
Grinning widely, the feline purred out "Not too mention the court magician is quite skilled at finding mice that prefer male flesh." The purring grew much louder as the noble saw the inside of the mouse's ears turn crimson.
"Do I have a choice in the matter?" Jerry asked once he regained his composure. "I mean, you haven't even asked me my name. And once you are done with your pleasure, do you intend to cast me aside or drop a bit of coin in my pocket like I am some common whore? You ask of me the one thing I have that is mine and mine alone, my first mating. You never forget your first." He said, voice growing stronger with each word. "Yet I doubt you will remember me save to paw off to on a lonely night."
"So I say no." The mouse said, straightening his spine, looking straight into the yellow eyes of the king. "I will not let you take that from me and will fight you with every ounce of strength I have. I know I will not win but I will do everything in my power to ensure you do not walk away from me without baring the mark of my obstinacy."
A roar of mirth sprang from Asher's lips as he said with a laugh. "Oh my! A mouse who thinks he is a lion!" Asher chuckled out, slapping the rodent on the back.
Despite being staggered by the large paw clapping him on the back, Jerry relaxed. If the lion had taken offense, he would have been violated by now.
"I will tell you what." Asher chuckled out. "If you please me with your body, I will make you my concubine, how does that sound mouse?"
Concu- whaty whaty?" Jerry asked, having never heard the word before.
"Concubine, it means you will be a companion. Whenever the Queen does accompany me to, say, a party, you will go in her stead. Plus, it means we do this quite often." The lion purred out.
"Do whAAAAA...." Jerry asked, voice rising as the feline nibbled on his ear, said ear going flush as Jerry felt a stirring in his sheath, for a mouse's ears are one of their more sensitive erogenous zones.
What happened next was a slow, pleasurable blur. The noble lion, having molested more then his fair share of mice, kept the rodent pleasantly distracted as he worked Jerry down on to the deer rug on the floor.
Pulling back, Asher chuckled as the peasant realized the lion's touches had caused his body to react. 5 inches of pink throbbing flesh jutted out of his sheath.
Callused paws gripped the fur rug in both terror and anticipation as the feline's massive maw moved closer to the mouse's aroused lions. Gulping in terror, the rodent felt the massive canines nudge his testicles as cavernous mouth slowly encircled his genitals.
With a loud purr, Asher's thick, muscular tongue rasped against Jerry's erection, the purring growing louder as the mouse squeaked, the rough tongue on the virgin flesh causing the serf to mew.
White knuckled grip on the deer pelt, Jerry's body contorted as if he was struck by fits, twisting and arching as the adept noble licked his penis and testes, tongue playing with the wrinkled flesh of the scrotum.
It didn't take long for Jerry to realize he was being toyed with, for every time he drew near to release, the lion backed off, just enough to keep the pinned mouse hard. Jerry also realized that to cum, he would need to offer up something.
"My Lord, please, let me cum, if you do, you can take my virginity." Jerry squealed out as lion's tongue performed a gymnastic tongue twirl.
With purr, King Asher folding the mouse in half until Jerry's ankles was adjacent to his ears. With wide eyed curiosity, the mouse watched as the massive head bent down and the pink tongue flicked out, mewing as the king licked his peasant ass.
The mouse was stunned into silence as he felt his anus penetrated by the moist muscle, the pleasure overwhelming him as he watched dumbfounded, his own precum dripping onto his snout with each loud, raspy lick. Pulling back, Asher shifted positions, paw guiding his royal shaft toward the now slickened mouse hole. The cone shaped glans, covered in soft spines, easily slid into the peasant's anus, the half foot of red flesh easily forced into the balking bowels; the silky soft flesh caressed the royal cock when it attempted to expel the slim intruder.
Noble growls mixed with peasant squeaks as the lion deflowered the mouse, the wet slap of sack on rump setting the beat. Each thrust inside the bent mouse made Jerry mew with pain at the rough treatment but squeal in pleasure as his prostate was pummeled.
And so it went, until was a loud gasp, Jerry orgasmed, body clenching as his own hot seed splattered over his snout and muzzle, the peasant tasting his own salty essence.
With a loud roar, the king came as well, the clenched hole squeezing the sperm from his loins, spines scratching the soft innards as royal slime pumped into the serf's raw colon.
Panting, Jerry laid back, his crimson shaft weakly throbbing, dribbling out seed as it slowly deflated, happy to get royally fucked again if his king wished to.