Power of Legends 4
Thanks so much for all of your support! Chapter 4!
When Hank woke up, he was sitting on some sort of throne. It was soft, and it was made of some sort of animal skin. Hank immediately noticed about twenty male, muscle bound lions surrounding the throne. They were laying in a heap, all of them wearing loincloths. Milling about the room were other males of various size, shape, and species.
Someone seemed to notice that Hank was awake, and all the furs rushed to action. Some of the burly lion men got up and ran their paws all over Hanks body. They caressed and massaged every square inch. It really is amazing what 40 hands and 20 tongues can do.
A small dog approached and bowed. He stayed that way until Hank said "What is it?"
The dog kneeled before his highness. "Santa informed me that he shall arrive tomorrow. He wants you to get acquainted with your new house and your new kingdom. Is there anything else I can do for you master?"
Hank nodded "Would you mind showing me around the house?"
The small dog gestured towards one of the lions "You're lead guard shall take charge of that."
One of the lions bowed before Hank "Your majesty, we are your guards, and we shall follow you at all times. But, as you can see, we are much more skilled at performing more... delicate...tasks." He continued "This is the throne room, where your subjects will come with their complaints. If you may, follow me master."
Hank got up and followed the ripped feline, the other 19 lions in tow. The guard led him up the stairs, chatting at the same time "You may notice lots of young children or beefy men milling about. They are all yours and you can ask them to do anything for you whenever you like. First, allow me to show you your bedroom." The lion opened a door, and Hank walked in.
He was immediately assaulted by the smell of male musk. Hank couldn't see the floor, or the bed for that matter, because the room was littered with at least two hundred bunny twinks. The room was huge, so the rabbits all fit, but it was very tight. The bunny's were all male, and looked to be no more than seven years old; children.
The lion guard commented "You'll find quite a few species on the estate whose numbers are quite high. Bunnies and lions, as you can probably tell. We also have an abundance of horses, poodles, cats, deer, foxes, bear, bulls, tigers, and even otters. On this property there are nearly ten thousand servants for you master, and you can mate with every one of them as many times as you wish."
Hank noted "These are kids."
The guard responded "What's the problem with that? They want your huge cock as much as any other fur!"
Hank nodded, moving on with the tour. He was shown a room as big as a bowling alley, with water raining down from the ceiling. It was the shower. He also discovered that his guards 'cared for' him even when he was using the toilet. There was indoor sport courts, swimming pools, spas, garages filled with luxury cars, a full size theater room, bedrooms galore, a sex dungeon, gym, balconies overlooking his huge estate, servants, everything Hank could ever imagine and more.
Everything was perfect. He had his lion guards change into much more form-fitting spandex underwear, and he ordered to have 40 guards instead of 20.
By then it was almost time for Santa to come. Hank passed the time by watching ten of his guards gang bang a cougar. The other 30 stroked and caressed Hank, including his hard cock. One purred as he rubbed his masculine mane against his masters dick. They used their rough feline tongues against their majesties rippling muscles.
Somehow a second cougar had gotten involved and he was being forced to 69 with the first cougar as the ten lions pounded their asses raw. The feline dicks of the lions were around two feet long each. Their churning balls were as big as grapefruits.
Just then a twenty foot tall Clydesdale wearing nothing but a black shirt that read 'SECURITY' approached. "Your majesty!" He bowed, "Big lion at the gate. Says he's Santa. Know him?"
Hank nodded "let him in." Then he gestured at his guards and they pulled out of their cougar and collected themselves. Santa was ushered in by two canine servants and he smiled.
"Quite a place you got here 'your majesty'" The big cougar chuckled. "I'm glad to see this all went to a nice lad like you. After tonight, I'll be no more than an attractive cougar who is out of work."
Hank clapped him on the back "Something tells me that you'll have no trouble being successful. C'mon, let me get you pregnant big boy."
Hank eagerly ripped of Santa's pants and slammed him against a white marble pillar. Hank was very anxious to get his last wish, for it was the only one that he really cared about.
Hanks giant sheath perked up and swelled, hinting at the monster inside. The tip of Hanks equine member poked out, quickly growing into a five foot Titan. Without lube, the cougar lifted his tail to the sky and Hank plowed his dick deep into Santa's warm ass. Clearly Santa got a lot of cock, because his ass was loose and stretched. Not that Hank was complaining. It made it much easier to fully insert his tool into the feline.
The big cat took Hank all the way with seemingly no effort at all, purring as the boy rammed his giant cock harder and faster into his ass.
As Hank thrusted mercilessly into Santa, he noticed that he had an audience. All thirty of his guards were standing around awkwardly, trying to avoid touching themselves. The poor lions were dying. Hank saw most of their hard cocks sticking out of their undies, throbbing against their chests.
Hank slowed his rough humping long enough to wave them over "Come on men! Santa looks like he wants a bath! Don't you all think some manly lion jizz should do the job?"
Hank didn't have to ask twice, and before he knew it the guards were fapping to their hearts content.
Hank continued thrusting, hearing that wet slurp each time his cock slid in and out of Santa's warm ass. His cougar fur felt so nice against the sensitive flesh of Hank's dick. Santa's own endowment was quite sizable. At almost a foot, Santa was above average for a cougar.
The pent up lions didn't take long before they started losing it. One by one the men went up and shot their load all over Santa's face. The cougar opened his mouth as rope after rope of sticky lion goo was pumped onto him, getting into his fur. Each lion produced a little over a gallon of spunk, and seeing as there are 30 lions, there was quite a lot of cum.
Hours passed, and eventually all of the guards were spent, for they had hit their climax at least ten times each. The couple had been going at it all day, but Hank had yet to cum. He had incredible stamina, and if he really wanted to, he could last for months at a time while having constant sex. But as we know, all good things must come to an end. And come they did.
Hank was going hard doggy style, fast as a feral Elk in a rut, and with all the strength of a primal gorilla, when he finally lost control.
Santa felt it coming, and he clamped his ass down around the large Clydesdale cock in his rear. Hank exploded, and he started seeing stars like every time before, but this time His cum didn't go everywhere! Santa was taking wave after wave of think heavy sperm! Each shot was dumped into Santa, filling him. His gut swelled larger and larger, filling with Hank's rich baby batter. Hank continued shooting his load deep into his feline cum dumpster, enjoying a partner that could actually handle his load. Santa swelled up with cum, bloated with jizz.
After a lot of pleasure and enough cum to sail a ship in, Hank finished, and Santa collected every last drop of it. The poor cougar might never be able to walk again, judging by the pitiful state that he was now in.
When he came to, Hank was finally allowed his last wish. The one he had long been waiting for. Without further ado, Hank began "there is one thing I've always wanted more than anything else. Someone to call my mate. Someone to live with and die with. Someone who knows me better than anyone else."
"Done" Santa said. "Just name him."
Hank nodded hesitantly "The only trouble is that he's straight, and he's also my little brother."
Sant blinked "well..." He didn't know what to say "That's interesting..."
"I know it's weird. He's eight and I'm thirty-eight. But he needs me. Plus that kid is fucking hot. He hasn't even hit puberty yet! And I'll bet his dick is huge! He's probably never even had the talk!" Hank realized that he must sound like a huge pervert, so he stopped talking.
Santa nodded, secretly turned on by this whole development. "Your wish is my command. Nothing is too hard for me! But he may be a bit confused when he arrives. He shall appear here when I snap my fingers. He will recognize you and he will find himself attracted to you. Take him, feed him, reassure him. After that I want you to take him to your bedroom and show him the ropes ok? If you ever want to stop by and see us again, you know where to go." With that, Santa snapped his fingers and was gone.