The Tails of Prince Hrius

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A Prince Hrius Tale

Chapter 1 - A Very Royal Wash

Hrius hummed quietly to himself as he sauntered down the marble-floored corridor towards his private bathing chambers, his lean physique and total nudity drawing more than a few admiring looks and hushed comments from the servants and other denizens of the palace as he wandered through. In fact, these little nude strolls and the ego-massaging effect they had were one of the highlights of his day and the sole reason for him always walking the long way to the baths instead of having a pair of litter-bearers take the strain. Nothing else quite started the day like having a half dozen people look at you with barely-hidden desire and commenting to each other, just within earshot, about how good you looked and how much they wished to be bedded by you. Why, in a good morning he was half-hard before he even got to the baths, which of course only encouraged the admirers.

This was not one of those mornings but the looks and comments were still in abundance as the young lion padded down the corridor, a cocky smile on his face - as befitted one of his stature and physical good looks - and his tail swishing happily behind him. If not for what lay ahead, he might have taken some of the servants up on their unspoken offers, right there and then, in front of everyone else. Self-consciousness was not something he'd ever experienced and in fact the opportunity to enhance his reputation by reducing some lucky female - or male - into a screaming, writhing and panting mess in front of several witnesses was not something he often passed up on. Indeed, there were a few drinking houses in the area whose regular patrons knew well that if Hrius wandered in for a drink there'd be at least one floor show before the night was done.

It's not that the lad was exceptional in his looks; he was slightly above average height, lean and toned rather than massively muscular, possessed a comely if not stunning visage and had an endowment that, whilst impressive, was not jaw-dropping or swoon-inducing. Well, except for that time at the temple but that was another matter altogether. Nor was he exceptionally charming or witty, though he was certainly more silver-tongued and faster of wit than most. Not even was it simply his elevated position in society and the confidence that came with it. Rather it was all of these things rolled up into one decadent and hedonistic package. Hrius had a reputation for fucking anyone, anywhere, anytime and anyhow. He wasn't a womaniser, as such - and not simply because he went for both genders - it was more that sex was the one overriding passion in his life and he cared not who he indulged with, from the comeliest beauty in all the lands to the fat, middle-aged wench who served ale in one of the nearby taverns. If they had a hole and were willing - or at least not openly resisting - Hrius would more than happily fuck them till he couldn't feel his legs and his bed was generally such a state that the sheets were changed several times a day.

He also liked variety. The lion had heard that it was the spice of life and from his own experiments in the area it certainly seemed to be true. Any new girl - or boy, he really wasn't fussed about something as trivial as gender - working in a bar that he frequented would generally be on their back and in the process of being fucked within a few minutes of Hrius walking into the establishment and spotting them. In fact, new servers were generally advised to wear easy-access clothing that they didn't mind getting ripped during their first few days, for exactly that reason.

Even as he walked towards his morning bath, the prince was making a mental note of the people he saw along the way but had not yet coupled with - though in the palace this was a very small number and shrinking by the day - and assigning them slots in his schedule. By the time he'd reached the bathing chamber, he'd only had to make two mental appointments but was already unconsciously stroking his fuzzy ballsac, something which drew a raised eyebrow from the master of the baths, an elderly eunuch by the name of Side. The sloth was, like all of his kind, not famed for his speed or excitability but he knew his staff and his patrons well and he was unflappably cordial and always picked the right washer for whichever itch needed to be scratched.

"Your Highness. Welcome once again. What will be your pleasure this morning?" The grey-furred bradypod asked of his employer's son, his voice a soft and rich baritone but while his words were certainly not rushed, they were at least not as slow as the rest of the sloth's movements. Hrius paused in front of the eunuch's podium as he pondered his answer, one paw still stroking his genitals as the other was raised to rub his chin and the slight scruff of a beard that was slowly developing there. Now let's see, yesterday had been that snow leopard girl, the one with the powerful lungs and the very tight tailhole; the day before had been... well, he wasn't quite sure what she was but she'd had a hard, almost armoured back and a very, _ very_ long tongue that he could still almost feel if he thought about it, which he did now, in quite some detail and at enough length that he was woken from his reverie by a tap of one of the sloth's long claws against the wooden podium. Hrius looked up with a slight start and gave a grin that could not be fairly described as "guilty" on account of its wearer knowing the meaning of the word only from an academic point of view. He glanced down at the tapered, pink tip that was starting to emerge from his swelling sheath and gave a nonchalant shrug before finally answering the master of the baths.

"A male for a change, I fancy. Young but not so young that it's like playing with a damp, furless finger. Mmm, herbivore - I like their submissiveness. Ooh, ooh! Something with horns so that I have something to hang onto! Oh, and, of course, they must be either virginal or at least fresh. I want to be able to touch the sides, you know." Side nodded, after a lengthy pause and very slowly at that, his mind meanwhile whittling down the possible options till only two remained.

"Would his Highness prefer someone with an endowment more in line with his own or something a little smaller?" Hrius gave this a little bit of thought before answering, all the while stroking the damp tip of his emerging prick with one paw, whilst the other idly tweaked a nipple.

"We'll go for the big one, today. I prefer to have something large enough to play around with. Who knows, might even be able to have a sword fight!" He grinned broadly at the notion and seemed almost surprised when the sloth did not share his enthusiasm for the promise of cock-fencing escapades in the bath. Instead, the three-toe merely nodded and gestured to one side, clicking the front two claws of his right paw together and beckoning over another eunuch, a much, much younger rabbit boy who would sadly never know the fortunes or the horrors of puberty. The older eunuch whispered to his assistant, who gave a brief nod of understanding to his master and a slightly worried look to the lion that appeared to be eyeing him up, then scampered off into the corridor that led from the small antechamber, separated by a heavy velvet curtain. Hrius watched the lapin depart, his gaze following the movement of that young, tender haunch and his arousal growing by the second; the latter very much a normal state of affairs for Hrius, all that really every changed was the speed it grew at. His attention switched the moment the rabbit left his line of sight and he turned to look back at the squat and distinctly rotund sloth, one eyebrow raising as he started to speak.

"You know, we've never-" Side interrupted with a raised paw and a shake of his head that communicated effectively and without words an agreement to that half-statement and added to it that they never would, either. Hrius shrugged and returned his attentions to masturbation whilst he waited but he was not kept for long, as the curtain slightly to his left parted to reveal a gazelle male, a couple of years younger than the lion and maybe three inches less in height but of a similarly lithe build. The antelope looked from sloth to lion and gave a small, servile smile to the latter before standing to one side to hold the curtain open for the prince and trying hard to ignore the length of bright pink lion-flesh that stood proud from Hrius' loins. For his part, Hrius grinned broadly and jauntily swaggered over to the gazelle, clearly approving of what he saw, particularly the size of the bulge in the younger male's loincloths. So long as that wasn't just wool padding, this promised to be a very fun bath time indeed. He practically skipped through the open curtain before pausing to let the gazelle take the lead; not because he didn't know the way to the private bathing area - he could walk there with his eyes closed - but because he always enjoyed a nice rump and the way the gazelle's buttocks moved as he walked stretched Hrius' already low reserve of willpower almost to its limit. In fact, he had half... well, more like three quarters of a mind to just tackle the gazelle to the ground right now and play a quick, messy game of "hide the sausage". The antelope closed his eyes for a moment as he walked and took a few slow, steadying breaths - he'd not had the honour of bathing Hrius before now but he knew well the prince's reputation and understood with certainty that he would be more than a little tender by the end of the morning.

They arrived at one of the palace's numerous private bathing chambers without any sodomy-related incidents, having stopped briefly outside an adjacent bathing area before the gazelle quickly ascertained that it was already in use - nothing so complex as an "occupied" sign, just half decent hearing and a lack of total naivety that allowed him to, for example, distinguish between the noises of Hrius' older sister enjoying a relaxing bath and the noises of Hrius' older sister enjoying an exciting stallion in a bath. Hrius too knew the differences, which was precisely why he tugged the curtain that covered the doorway to that bathroom and then stuck his head through to watch his sister enjoy the aforementioned horse of a male persuasion. Judging by the look on her face and the noise she was making, she was enjoying him rather a lot and the stallion didn't look like he was exactly bored, either. Hrius gave an irritated wave to the gazelle male as he coughed pointedly, and carried on watching his sister taking a rather sizeable portion of horseflesh in a fairly sensitive area, which would no doubt be a whole lot more sensitive after the painkilling effects of sexual ecstasy had faded. It was nothing he hadn't seen before and in fact he'd seen considerably lewder tableaus involving his sister. Hells, it was common knowledge that he'd been personally involved in quite a few of those tableaus - incest, like so many minor breaches of standard morals and ethics, was generally ignored so long as you were rich and noble enough. Though really all noble meant was that your ancestors had been bigger and more ruthless bastards than most anyone else in the area.

Regardless, it wasn't until the gazelle servant summoned up the courage to actually tap the prince upon his shoulder that Hrius stopped masturbating over his sister's equine tryst and stepped fully back into the corridor. He shrugged to the antelope and smiled charmingly before walking through to the indicated bath chamber, the sounds of his sister's sodomisation still ringing pleasantly in his ears. The gazelle followed him through and went straight for the portable rack of soaps, oils, combs, brushes and cloths that was resting on a pair of pegs in the far wall of the small room, stepping around the central, square and sunken bath in order to do so. Hrius dallied by the entrance-way, weighing up the two choices presented to him - he could either dart back next door and horse around with his sister and her lover du jour or he could stay her and get a good, hard and wet... washing from the gazelle boy. Decisions, decisions. In the end, and as he so often did, the lion prince opted for the sin not yet tasted and wandered over to the edge of the pool, giving his washer-to-be a smile that stated, quite clearly, "I'm thinking about how your tailhole will feel when I fuck it". The return look from the antelope male said, rather more simply, "Whimper".

With a wink, Hrius stepped down into the three foot deep pool and sat upon the second step, his arms spread across the edge of the mosaic-tiled bathroom as the gazelle warily walked down the steps opposite to his master, a resigned but not totally unhappy expression on his face. After all, from what the prince's reputation said, as obsessed as he was, he was definitely not selfish when it came to sex and was widely held to be a comfortably above-average lover. So while it was likely the servant might be walking funny for the rest of the day, at least he'd probably be smiling at the same time. Gathering a soft bristled brush in one paw and a bottle of oil in the other, the horned male poured a little of the freshly-scented liquid onto the bristles as he regarded the lion opposite him. If confidence was money, the prince would be the richest man in the kingdom. Of course, he was the richest man in the kingdom, ignoring his father, but it still stood that the lion was very sure of himself. And that wasn't the only thing that still stood, the gazelle noticed. Where before he'd been nervous and even worried around the lion, now he was currently pouring oil into the water because he'd lost track of what he was doing. With a start, he came-to and nearly dropped the slender glass bottle and the brush into the water before recovering his wits and putting the former back onto the rack. Hrius grinned broadly at that; he loved watching people get flustered around him, even more so when they were attractive, almost naked and about to start oiling him up. His pose remained the same as the gazelle approached and the slave struggled to keep his eyes off the erection that bobbed in the water before him, his heart thumping in his chest and his breath heightened by the excitement that tingled through his body. Brush in paw, he leaned towards the lounging lion and applied the oiled brush to the other male's golden chest fur, closing his eyes for a moment as he started to slowly, hesitantly scrub the prince.

Hrius started to purr softly at the gazelle's touch, his eyes watching the servant's face as the bristles worked the oil into his fur. His hearing was good and his sense of smell even better and he could almost taste the lust that was starting to roll off of the antelope male. That plus he could still hear his sister getting rogered senseless next door. Between the two, if he hadn't of been erect already, he would be now. He licked his lips as he continued to watch the other male work, the brush rubbing over the toned - and deliberately tensed - muscles of his chest and moving down to his upper ribs and across to his shoulders before the gazelle paused, looking to Hrius and indicating that he'd need to sit on the higher step or stand for him to continue. The lion complied happily, standing and leaning back against the pool's edge with his paws on the tiled floor and his erection standing proud of the warm water like a pink column from a re-emerging Atlantis. The antelope hesitated for a moment, caught in a quandary between the task in hand and the task he wanted in hand. Or in mouth... or arse. He shivered slightly before continuing his gentle scrubbing of the priapic lion's lower torso, almost moaning with pleasure as he worked the brush over that toned, rippled belly, his wrist bumping and rubbing against the lion's erect length in a manner that wasn't entirely accidental.

He looked up to his lord, brush in paw and his lips slightly parted in expectation as he regarded the lion, who merely smirked dirtily in response. That, however, was all the affirmation the gazelle needed. The scrubbing paw moved southwards, rubbing firmly over the lion's loins as he moved lower, hunching slightly as the soapy oil was worked into the prince's thick, lustrous pubic fur. His other paw hefted the two, heavy and full golden-furred globes that dangled beneath the prince's pink shaft and he shivered again, the brush falling from his paw to splash lightly into the water a few inches below and bob gently on the rippling surface.

He closed his eyes and moved his now free paw down to lightly, reverentially grip the base of that magnificent member, his own sheath swelling rapidly as blood flooded the flesh within and tightened his loincloth. Getting down on one knee, the antelope ignored the carnal and climactic sounds issuing from the chamber next door as he opened his mouth to accept his prince's crown, taking the tapered head into his maw as a bead of pre-cum started to ooze forth from the unseeing eye. He moaned softly, feeling that flesh with his tongue, tasting the slight saltiness of the prince's nectar and sealing his lips around the neck of his cock as the lion pushed his hips forward. Hrius moved his paws to grip the base of the suckling antelope's horns and he leaned forward over the kneeling male, his mouth hanging open while the washer fellated him, teasing more pre from the prince's faintly throbbing length. This was what he went for in a bath... fuck washing, he could do that himself and it was just as enjoyable but somehow masturbation just didn't measure up to having someone else do it for him. And when it really came down to it, there weren't many things in life better than having someone sucking his erection. Well, with the obvious exception of having two or more people doing it. His grip on the servant's horns tightened, as did his balls, and his pre started to flow steadily from his prick as the gazelle leaned forward, slipping more of Hrius' prick into the wet heat of his mouth. He gritted his teeth as the gazelle moved into a rhythm, bobbing his head back and forth halfway along Hrius' column of flesh and his tongue stroking eagerly over the belly of his cock as it disgorged more and more pre into his slender throat. Such was the prince's state that he was forced to pull back on the antelope's horns, gently but insistently separating cock from mouth before he spilled his load too early. Between his earlier reveries on previous bath times and the good view he'd had of his sister's, Hrius was more than a little stoked up right then and he didn't want to have to take a recovery break so soon.

The gazelle looked up at him, cheeks flushed beneath the short, tan fur and his eyes asking what he'd done wrong. Hrius merely stroked the other male's jaw before slowly turning his back on him, keeping eye contact as long as was comfortable before bending at the waist to rest his crossed forearms on the bathroom floor and lifting his tail high above his rump to make clear his intent. He'd managed to get a pretty good feel of the gazelle's size with his foot and he was in the mood to be stretched this morning. As much as he loved sticking his dick in something, it was nice to have a change every now and then and be on the receiving end of a good, hard fucking, especially if it was from a male that would make him scream. The younger male stood slowly on uncertain legs and licked his lips, one paw, now free of the two globes it had been fondling, dropping to rub his own erection through the wet cloth of his crude garments. With a nod and a glance from the prince, he started to undo his loincloth, delayed by his lack of desire to not play with himself. Eventually, he stood naked behind the lion, paw slowly pumping his prick and the cloth strip that comprised his clothes floating on the water's surface as he took a step forward, placing a hoof between the spread feet of the cock-hungry lion and leaning in to rest a paw on his master's rump. Hrius grinned towards the curtain covered door and wiggled his rear a little, lifting one foot to stroke it along the gazelle's shin.

Heart in mouth and cock in paw, the antelope angled himself down and pressed his dribbling tip between Hrius' partially spread buttocks, moaning quietly as he felt their warmth enclose the wet end of his erection and pushing forward between those toned curves until his cockhead nestle in under the lion's tail root and poked eagerly against the star of puckered skin beneath it. Hrius reached back to rest a paw on the other's hip, encouraging him forward as his own prick drizzled pre into the scented, oily waters of the bath. Outside he could just about hear damp footsteps coming from next door and a few moments later he saw a pair of golden-furred feet come to a stop on the other side of the curtain. Grinning broadly, he let out a soft, theatrical moan and encouraged his lover with a squeeze of his paw and a push of his hips, forcing the gazelle's cockhead to poke the centre of that star and begin to work it open. The washer moaned was well, pre spurting from his prick in a messy bolt and splattering against Hrius' ring and the insides of his buttocks. For a moment Hrius though that the other male had cum already but the renewed pressure from behind and that glorious sensation as his anal ring opened to admit the gazelle's insistent cock reassured him. He lay his head down and wrapped his tail lightly around the other's waist as he continued to push back, his prick bobbing under his belly and bouncing against the water as the gazelle continued to slowly stretch his rear entrance, gradually easing his engorged cockhead into the tight ring before it. With both paws on the lion's hips, the servant grunted and pushed harder, gasping in pleasure - a motion shared by the prince - as his prickhead abruptly slipped fully inside the bending lion's rear, stabbing into the inner ring of his anus and causing the lion to muddy the waters even further.

Outside the curtain, Hrius could just about see the owner of those two feet sit down on the floor, legs parted and nethers only barely visible through the gap between curtain and floor as his sister got to entertaining herself, even the stallion apparently not enough for her appetite. He moaned aloud at the sight of his sister's bared and soaking wet cunt and at the sight of the horse cum leaking from her tailhole onto the tiles of the corridor. Behind him, his lover knew not of the audience as he paused in his impaling of the prince before thrusting forward again, his reticence overcome by lust as he roughly pushed himself deep into the future king's innermost sanctum, his pre dribbling into Hrius' rectum. Biting his lower lip and screwing his eyes up tight, the gazelle pulled slightly back, barely an inch of rock-hard cock sliding from the lion's straining ring before he shoved forward with his hips, sinking himself almost fully between those golden flanks and drawing a cry of pleasurous pain from Hrius and, in turn, a soft moan from the princess outside as she listened to her brother being roughly sodomised.

The prince ached for those distant nether lips to be closer so that he could taste their sweet juices and lap up the stallion's spilt milk but unless his sister broke her voyeurism, that desire would have to go unsated until later in the day or at least until after he'd had his rear filled with antelope spunk. Hrius cried out again as the gazelle leaned over him, using his weight and strength to drive himself the rest of the way into the prince's rear, stretching that ring wide and his cock burrowing deep inside the royal bowels as his balls came to rest against the lion's considerably bigger pair. The lion growled under his breath, his eyes screwed up tight as he fought back the urge to cum. He was worked up enough as it was without his sister sitting just outside, filling his eyes, his mind and his nostrils with images and scents that nearly overpowered him. How he longed to do to her what the stallion had just done to her and what the gazelle was currently doing to him. It must have been days since they'd last done anything more than get each other off with their paws and the smell of her sex and the horse's seeping seed was driving him wild, even more so than the sizeable prick that was lodged in his rear and even now starting to slowly slide out.

And then slamming back in again before it had reached even halfway. No cry this time from Hrius, just a low moan of perverse pleasure as the gazelle revelled in the joy of being the one doing the sodomising for once and moved into a slow, steady rhythm, each time stabbing hard into the prince's rear and splashing more pre into the lion's rectum, their balls thumping firmly against each other's. Hrius kept his eyes closed and paid attention to the one sense that was still coherent, his ears. The splash of water as his lover worked against him and the quiet, visceral sound of that thick erection sliding in and out of his rear; the barely audible splashing his prick made as it twitched up and down in the water, gushing pre like piss; the sound of heavy, ragged and aroused breaths gasping between open lips; but, above all that, the distant, wet sound of his sister's finger stroking and dipping between her parted cunny-lips, dabbing into the overflowing well between those silken folds of flesh and the restrained, stifled moans of pleasure that her ministrations drew from her sweet throat. And oh so sweet it was... he had seen and felt the seduction of his sister's mouth many a time; to say that the girl was talented would be an injustice - vassalships and peace deals had been brokered after visiting dignitaries had been treated to a night with the king's oldest daughter and traitors had gone happily to the executioner's block after being teased into confession of their plots by her golden tongue and lips.

Hrius panted loudly, his prick rigid with arousal and his eyes screwed tighter than a temple virgin's arsehole as he focused on the medley of images dancing through his mind. His claws scrabbled at the tiny tiles of the bathroom floor and his breath came out in a strangled, garbled and muted scream of desire and release as a jet of ivory seed sprayed forth from his erection to splash violently against the wall of the bath and run like a river into the sullied waters. The muscles of his back, belly and legs twitched and tensed in waves as his body rocked under the force of that climactic moment and the double ring of his anus clenched up so tightly that the gazelle ensconced so snugly in its warm, wet confines bleated out in surprise, pain and pleasure, all at once. He couldn't move, such was the grip the prince had on his erection, but it scarcely matter. A couple more struggling thrusts and tugs of his hips was all it took for him to lose control and follow shortly in suit, his prick spasming hard in the prince's rear as a series of powerful bursts of cum erupted from the slender tip, flooding Hrius' rectum to overflowing and the excess seed squirting out from the tight seal the prince's ring had around his washer's cock to spatter against the gazelle's groin and his balls as they emptied themselves into the lion.

Outside the doorway there was a pause and then a stifled giggle before the object of Hrius' lust withdrew itself from view as the princess stood. It had been fun to listen to her brother getting fucked and a shame that it had ended so soon but there was plenty more sport for her to indulge in around the palace. And maybe later she'd let him have a chance at what she'd kept out of reach. Or maybe she'd let him eat her out whilst he got stretched again. A whole day ahead of her and so many ways to be filled.