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Prince William jotted down the last few words of his documents with the quill before closing the hardback, brown leather book with a sigh. It had been weeks, but it was finally done; nothing of major importance, but something big enough to make him proud that he had finished it. He stroked the cover of the book, tracing the golden symbols with his fingers and thinking back to the day when his mother gave it to him; the day she died.

He shook the memories from his mind, no, better not think of that right now, they would be nearing land in a few hours and it was best not to think about something that will bring him down. He wouldn't want to look depressed for his homecoming, his father (the king) would be throwing a party as soon as his ship hit bay. He had been gone at sea for the better of three years, so he imagined that his father and sister must have missed him dearly. He had written and sent them letters, but it just wasn't the same as carrying out a conversation with them in person.

William sat back in his wooden chair from his desk and pulled his long, golden blond hair from his shoulders, tying it back in a loose ponytail. His hair hasn't been cut since last he's been at home, so it had become rather long, drooping down to mid back. He had considered cutting to make it short again, but honestly, he didn't mind its length and has grown somewhat fond of it.

The boat rocked softly, making the quill and small jar of ink on his desk slide from one end to the other. When he had first started his voyage, the rocking of the boat on the waves had made his quite nauseous and often ended up getting sick to his stomach, but over the years, he had grown accustom to it and honestly missed the slow rocking when he and the crew would drop anchor to gather supplies on small, nearby islands. He smiled as he realized that he would soon again miss it when they reached his father's castle.

He could hear the bustling of the crew members on beck and the demands of the captain being thrown about. Over time, William had learned a lot about a ship and how to maintain it, and while he enjoyed being out at sea, it was not his passion. He had considered becoming a sailor and living on the sea, but the more he thought about it, the more it felt like something was missing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the absents of something was there and he just couldn't ignore it.

The bustling of the crew grew louder, making William wonder what all the commotion was. It was common for the crew members to argue or disagree on something and other would soon join in, threatening for a riot to break out. Only twice has two or more of the crew members ever come to actual blows with each other, but the fights were short lived as the captain would break it up with no problem.

Captain Duncan, a large and menacing looking man, was not one for disorder among his ship. The man was built, possessing more muscles than William would have thought possible for any human to obtain, and a fierce record of won battles and wars. The man was a tank in human's skin, being able to hurl a cannon ball nearly over forty yards at thirty-two miles per hour, which he gladly demonstrated for the Prince when he asked. The crew never disobeyed when the captain spoke.

The commotion grew louder, Duncan's booming voice becoming more audible through the crew. He was demanding something (as usual), but it wasn't like his normal orders. William couldn't make out what he was shouting about, so he stood and make his way for the door, curious at to what was going on. Before he could reach the door, there was a loud boom that shook the boat's frame and made William nearly loose his footing. It was the sound of a cannon being shot.

He flung the door open and raced up the stairs to the main deck. The crew was running around, some carrying cannon balls and others on their way to do their battle jobs. The men that used the cannons were all on the right side of the boat and William could see, just beyond their heads, a large, black ship firing their cannons back at Duncan's ship. "What's going on?" William asked a young man carrying a cannonball with both of his hands. He looked to be about the same age as William, only slightly thicker.

"Pirates!" the boy said as he continued to bring the cannonball to the beckoning man, shouting at the boy to hurry up.

William barely registered what the boy said when the ship was hit was a barrage of cannonballs, moving the boat back and knocking William clean off his feet and onto his rump. There was another barrage and William could feel the body of someone shielding him from the blasts. It was captain Duncan. William could feel the weight of the captains body as another barrage came in contact with the ship. He wasn't sure that Duncan's ship was even firing back anymore. Another barrage, and another, and another. Debris was flying everywhere, dust clouding Williams eyes and lungs, causing him to cough and attempt to wave the dust away. He could feel Duncan's full weight now and he wasn't moving. William feared the worst for the man when something hard came in contact with his head, knocking him unconscious.

William coughed, the taste of salt water rich in his mouth. He coughed again, gasping for air before vomiting violently on the soft ground beneath him. When his stomach finally settled, he sat upright, whipping the vomit from his mouth and opening his teary eyes. The sun shone brightly overhead, illuminating the white, soft sand on which he sat and the trees and grass of the jungle just beyond. He looked to his left and right along the beach, seeing wood from Duncan's ship strewn about the shore.

"Hello?" He called.

...

No answer. William stumbled to his feet, the firmness of the ground being somewhat unfamiliar to his legs. The sound of wildlife was all he heard, making him wonder if the island was inhabited at all. He walked a few wobbly steps before stopping at the sound of rustling bushes ahead. Five figures popped out, two of them running full speed towards the defenseless William. They grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground, pinning him down and unmoved by his struggles. One of the men that held him down was a fat, hairy and rough looking man. The other that held him down was a dwarf with a short beard and a bandana wrapped around his head. The two of the three that didn't rush him were lemurs, looking to be twins and the only difference was that one wore a red bandana while the other wore green. The last figure to emerge was a tall, muscular wolfman. His fur was black, glistening in the sunlight as he strode closer. His cloths were the same as the others, but he seemed to stick out amongst the other pirates.

"Well, well," he said in a smooth, tenor voice. He looked at William's eyes and he noticed the dark brown eyes of the wolf. He crouched down to eye level with him. "I didn't think anyone could have survived that attack! Guess that makes you the lucky one, huh?" The wolfman chuckled and scratched behind an ear. "Well, you were lucky," the other four pirates chuckled and William began to stir.

"Let me go!" he began. "Do you know who I am? I am Prince William Endue, son of King Gregory Endue!"

The wolf's smile faded before it grew even wider than before. "Oh really?" William could see the two lemurs exchange glances. "You don't say," The wolf said and William could see a plan hatching in the man's eyes. "And what's the King's son doing all the way out here, so far away from your safe home?"

William scoffed. "I don't see how this is any of your business..."

The wolf put on a sarcastic face of shock. "Why, your majesty," he said, bringing a hand to his chest and holding his heart. "Why be so rude? I haven't done anything to harm you."

William puffed a strand of hair out of his eyes and glared at the wolf. "Then how do you explain these two brutes on my back?"

The wolf looked up to the two, as if just noticing them and lowered his brows. "What's wrong with you two? Get off the poor boy, where's your manners?"

The men got off the prince and the wolf man helped him to his feet. "See, no harm done!"

William shot a look up to the wolf, who towered over him by a head and a half. "No harm done?" William repeated. "No harm done?! Just look at what you've done!" he gestured towards the debris from Duncan's ship. "You call this, 'no harm'?"

The wolf man looked offended. "You think I did this?" he chuckled. "I think you're mistaken, your highness. I was on land when your ship when down, I know because I watched it with my own eyes," he smiled again. "No, you're attackers are over there." He pointed behind William and he followed the wolf's finger to a black ship sitting motionless on the horizon. "In fact," he continued, putting an arm around the princes shoulders. "They're probably on the island, searching for you this very moment..." he said in a near whisper.

William took a step away, offended by the man's touch and clearly seeing where this was going. "And what do you propose I do? Go with you? Well it's not happening, you pirates are all the same,"

The wolf's smile darkened as he gave a toothy grin. "Oh, your majesty," he said, taking a step closer to him. "It wasn't going to be a suggestion..."

William was getting ready to run when suddenly a black sack was shoved over his head. His hands were bound with rope before he could take in what was happening and he was thrown over someone's shoulder.

A hand that held him down slowly made its way to his rear and gave it a firm squeeze. "Nice ass, by the way." Said the wolf as he was carried off, struggling to no avail.

William was thrown down and landed on his rear with a thump. The sack was removed from his head as the blinding sunlight shone mercilessly down on his eyes. When his eyes finally adjusted, he found himself sitting on the wooden deck of a ship, the wolfman standing in front of him with his arms open wide. "Welcome aboard the Glass Sea!" he said as William got to his feet. The deck was full of pirates running around doing their work, much like the crewmen back on Duncan's ship did.

William looked back to the wolf, who was smiling innocently back at him. "Where's your captain? I wish to speak with him."

The wolf man's eyes widened. "Oh yes! I almost forgot! Follow me," he said, motioning for William to follow, so he did. He followed the bobbing black tail through the crew of pirates, some human, some not. It was strange, to see the animal people and humans working together so easily. Back in the kingdom, the humans and animals have a strong dislike for each other, though, William never understood why.

The wolfman lead him into the captain's quarters and cut the ropes off William's wrists with a dagger from his belt. He then walked over to a coatrack and pulled off a long, dark red drench coat and a large feathered hat. He put them on and sat down in his plush chair, throwing his feet up onto his desk and putting his hands behind his head. "Captain Johnathan Black, at your service!"

William's shoulders sagged. "Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke?"

The wolf smiled. "Of course it's not a joke! I'm the captain."

William looked at the man, he didn't look to be older than twenty six, twenty seven at max. He rolled his eyes. "What do you want with me?"

Johnathan put his feet down and rested his elbows on his desk. "I want you to write a letter to your father explaining that I have you and what I want in retu-"

"No," William said, cutting the captain off and crossing his arms over his chest. "I won't do it."

The wolf's smile grew. "I was hopping you'd say that." He said before getting up and walking over to the prince. He grabbed William by the arm and dragged him out of his chambers roughly. He dragged the prince across the deck, past the curious crew members and into a storage room. He tossed the boy in, watching his stumble over a few bags of meat. "I would have taken you to a prison cell, but I don't normally take prisoners you see, so I got rid of them. You'll have to stay in here until I'm ready for you."

"Ready for me?" William repeated, but only got a coy smile from the wolfman before he closed and braced the door, leaving William in the dark.

It had been hours since the captain had locked him in the storage room, and no matter what he did, William just couldn't get out. Pounding didn't work, though he hadn't figured it would, charging the door didn't work either, and there was nothing in the small room that could help in his attempts to escape. He sat down with his back against the door. He didn't even know what he'd do when he did make it out. The ship had already hauled the anchor quite a few hours ago, so he was well away from any land, way too far to swim to.

He leaned his head back until it came in contact with the door and yawned. It was probably midnight, or at least close to that time. He was getting tired, his eyelids were becoming heavy, but he couldn't sleep, he didn't want to sleep. The ship was quiet and the only motion it made was the genital rocking of the waves, making it harder and harder for him to stay awake.

Footsteps came padding up to the door. William moved out of the doors way as it opened to revile the captain standing in the moonlight. "C'mon boy," he said, waving the boy to his feet. "Won't have you sleeping in here." He led the boy back to his quarter's door, but stopped before opening it. "There's just... one thing that we're going to do that I can guarantee you won't like."

William just stared at the wolf. He didn't care, he didn't even want to be here with the wolf, he'd rather be back in the storage room fighting sleep than be here. Johnathan opened the door and closed and locked it when William entered. The wolf hung up his coat and hat before stripping his shirt and walking over to William. He lead the confused prince to his bed and told him to lay down, so he did. At this point, William had a feeling he knew what the wolf was doing, but didn't stop him, he felt too tired to do anything about it. Why was he so exhausted? He may have been tired, but not this tired. Had he been drugged? He couldn't remember consuming anything since he met the pirate captain, so what was happening?

Johnathan's body was now on top of William's, his knee in between the princes legs as he striped the boys shirt from his chest. He looked down at the boy, thin as a rail and almost had the resemblance to a female body; tight stomach, thin frame, and nice thighs. He gasped and tried to push the wolf away when he felt him slide his furry hands into his pants. "No," he moaned. "Stop, please..." his voice was quiet through his tired haze as he wondered what had happened. "Why am I so tired?" he found himself asking.

Johnathan leaned down and licked William's shoulder. "That room I kept you in, I had rags soaked in chloryphorm stuffed under the door so you would be too tired to do anything about me doing this to you."

William turned his head as Johnathan kept licking up the human's neck. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Somehow, Johnathan had worked the boy's pants off and was now rubbing up and down the princes thighs, sending strange sensations down William's spine. William had his hand on the wolf's muscular chest and was still trying to push the man away, but his arms were too week and tried to be of much use. He heard a vile being uncapped as he looked up to Johnathan pouring something slick onto his hand. He knew exactly what it was, and before he could protest, he felt two figures being shoved up his rear.

He pushed his head back into the soft bed and clutched the sheets as he felt Johnathan pushing his fingers deeper inside. He gasped as the wolf's fingers slid out with a small pop. He looked up through teary eyes as the wolf stripped his pants, reviling a huge canine cock and a full sack dangling softly beneath it.

The wolf's muscular arms came up to brace himself above William, both of their noses being only inches away. He could feel the warm tip of the erection find its way to the boy's entrance. He paused and William shook his tired head. "Please, don't do this."

The wolf gave a sad smile and William saw (to his surprise) regret in his eyes. "Sorry, your majesty, it's nothing personal..." he said, giving the boy no time to respond as he pushed his full length into William. The boy gasped in pain as his heart skipped a few beats, feeling as though he was being split apart from the inside out. The wolf's cock must have been at least as big as his fist, and as long as a sword hilt. Johnathan brought his large member in and out of the boy's virgin rear slowly, trying his hardest not to hurt the boy too badly. He knew that this was new to the prince and how big his manhood was in the first place, but he gave the boy credit; not many men or women can take his full length like William seemed to be doing just fine.

William made a whining noise as he felt Johnathan quicken his pace, pumping faster and harder and deeper than he thought possible. It hurt, it hurt really badly, worse than anything he could remember, but it also felt good, great, in fact, better than anything he could remember. William's mind swam with emotion as he couldn't figure things out, weather it hurt or felt good. The more Johnathan thrusts, the more William could feel the base of the wolf's knot slamming against his rear. It felt huge, nearly twice the size of the wolf's already large cock.

He gasped again as Johnathan stopped for a moment to grab the boy's legs and pull them up to his shoulders. He grabbed William by the sides, getting a good grip before he started pumping again, only harder and faster than before. He leaned down and bit the human on the shoulder, he couldn't help himself; he hadn't enjoyed himself this much with another person in a very long time and instinct was too powerful to ignore. William could feel the tears begin to form in his eyes and stream down the sides of his face. His own manhood had become full and hard and he didn't know how much longer he could hold it back.

"I-I'm gonna blow," Johnathan muffled through his teeth. William grinded his teeth as he felt the wolf pump harder, trying to get his knot into the smaller male. He let out a short scream as the knot slid in with a plop, but Johnathan didn't stop thrusting. He could feel the warm, thick liquid being released into his body, and the sensation as his own erection began to pulse, shooting out its load all over his stomach and the wolf's fur.

Johnathan collapsed onto the prince as he panted heavily. His knot has locked the two together and they would remain like that for the next ten to fifteen minutes until his knot would subside. He braced himself upright and looked down at the human, finding him fast asleep. The wolf smiled inwardly as he brushed the golden hair from his face tenderly. Sighing, Johnathan slid his arms under the prince and carried him off the bed and over to his desk as he took a seat in his chair with William still tied with the wolf's cock.

He pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and a jar of ink from the desk and began writing. When he was done, he slid his hand in between himself and William as he rubbed his thumb across a strand of the boys white globs that clung to his fur before he pressed the glob onto the corner of parchment. Then he grabbed a curved knife that sat on his desk and brought it up to the boy's hair. He held the blade in one hand and the boy's hair in another. He hesitated before cutting through his golden hair with little effort, putting the cut hair in the middle of the parchment and folding it up. He stuffed the letter into an envelope and sealed it with wax. He looked down at the boy's neck, where he had bitten him and drawn a bit of blood. His used his fingers to scoop up some of the boy's blood and pressed it onto the front of the envelope.

He looked at the boy, his hair now only going as low as his neck, and felt sorry for what he had just done to the boy. He felt bad for doing this to him, he didn't deserve this, but it needed to be done, if he were to convince the king, he would need proof, and this was the best way he could think of. He could have had one of the other men do it, but he feared that they wouldn't be as gentle as he had been.

Johnathan stood up, taking the prince into his arms as they both lay down onto his warm, inviting bed. As they lay there, face to sleeping face, Johnathan stroked the boy's cheek tenderly as he thought to himself. "Oh William, this was no way to be reunited with an old friend," he whispered, kissing the human on the nose. "I wish that we could have gotten together under better circumstances..." he sighed as he realized that William didn't remember who he was, which was good in a way, if the boy knew who Johnathan really was, it would not only hurt the boy in a way that shouldn't be done, but it was also hurt himself in ways that he didn't care to explain.

He closed his eyes, pulling the prince into his body and resting his chin on his forehead. Oh well, he thought. He'd have to worry about it tomorrow, when the boy would wake. He knew he would not be pleased, but what had to be done, has been done, and what's done, is done.