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"Wha..?" When he realized what she said, what she meant, a look that was a mix of several different, extreme emotions. Vaelin -the KING- was his father?! The dragon that had raped him, and hoped to breed him was his own FATHER?! It was, briefly, too much for him to take.

Amaris faints, out for a couple minutes,

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*Vaelin blinked at the revelation. Soon enough, his little... well... pet son was unconscious. The conversation that followed was a short one and ended with the wolf wrapping her legs around the king while he filled her belly with more of his molten seed.

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Amaris doesn't wake up until a few minutes after Vaelin's knot has deflated. He sat up, looked around, and very quickly went to the balcony. He closed the broken doors to it behind him and curled up against the railing, too numb to realize he was crying again. The person Amaris wanted to meet more than anything in the world had become someone he hated. Someone he knew would hurt him again and again if he ever resisted or tried to run away. What was he going to do?

After a while the doors opened and a heavy sigh mixed with the boy's crying. "Really? You wanted me to..." He rubbed his temples for a moment and growled frustratedly. "I give up. Even when you ask me to show you how to make you feel better without my dick, you break down and start crying..." He watched Amaris for a moment and folded his arms over his chest. "I don't care, begone. There are dozens of others in the castle that would give anything to be in your position."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks quietly, looking up at Vaelin sadly. "I wanted my dad so badly.. You were here the whole time! I TOLD you why I though he left, why YOU left and you didn't say anything about being my dad! Why?! I needed a dad more than a king! Did you have no use for me until my heat?!"

The dragon stood, glaring down at the pup for a moment before he shook his head. "I did not know you existed until last night," he said honestly. Licking his lips, he tilted his head to the side and quirked a brow. "Believe me or dont, I dont care. But..." He stepped forward and knelt down to the boy's level and reached a hand out expectantly. "I am still giving you the opportunity for something more. Call it what you will, at this point I do not care. I cannot take a peasant boy as my heir... but I will break that rule for you. You will be heir to the kingdom from this day forward if you but grow a spine and take pride in what you are and own what you ask for yourself."

"Really? You'd do that?" He hadn't expected that. Heir to the kingdom was... Wait, did that mean he was a prince? He couldn't think of any reason to do this. "Why? I'm just 'rabble', remember?"

"I am not without compassion," he said, growling lightly. "Can you do that, boy? Can you embrace what you are, take pride in it? And when you ask me to pleasure you, can you refrain from crying about it afterward?" he asked, folding his wings about himself like a living cloak to shield himself from the cool pre-dawn air.

"I wasn't crying because of your tongue! I was crying because... because the person I wanted to meet my whole life ended up being really mean and hurt me just because I was in heat, saying it was my fault. I don't ever want to be hurt like that again. Please? Can you do that? Can you treat me like I'm not just a hole to mate?"

He quirked a scaled brow at that and nodded slowly. "Of course.. if you can understand that your scent is going to drive males around you to want nothing more than to mount you." He gave a slow node and again held his hand out expectantly. "It's morning now. Why dont you come inside and we'll try it again, the way it is meant to be."

Amaris looked at the hand for what seemed like a long time. Even with Vaelin saying he wouldn't hurt him, he wasn't sure about this. He had, however, made a deal, and his mother had taught him better than to break a deal. He stood up and took the hand slowly. "I don't want my mother in the room though, okay? Or even in the next room." She didn't need to see what was going to happen.

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He quirked a brow and tilted his head to the side curiously. "And why not? You are embarassed? Ashamed even? You dont want to let her see what we will do?" He smirked and shook his head. "She was encouraging you before your... latest breakdown. If you want my opinion..." he leaned down and pressed his lips gently but insistantly to the little cub's, his son's. "She would probably enjoy joining us in our... relief."

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"I don't want her joining us! If she wanted to help she had all the years I was asking about my father to tell me about you so I'd stop blaming myself! She could have at least told you! How she hid that she was having me after you mated with her is a mystery! How did you not notice? Will you not notice if I swell?"

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Vaelin shrugged his wings lightly and folded his arms over his chest. "I do not concern myself with the affairs of the peasantry. Even my servants. I may have noticed her belly swelling but I paid it no mind. Sure, I fucked her silly prior, but I did not know, nor do I care if she was fucking someone else." He growled deeply and levelled a firm gaze on the little servant boy who had been revealed as his son. "You should not harbor resentment for her, though. She was no doubt trying to protect you. After all..." he reached down, gently trailing a finger over the boy's sopping hot slit, "I have a reputation with my underlings..."

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"Not a good one." He mutters, letting Vaelin touch him. He had to think on what the dragon had said for a few moments before he finally sighed. "Okay, I guess... But you better care more, got it? No more not knowing about your sons. Not knowing why my dad wasn't around.. It made me feel really bad sometimes."

*

He shrugged his wings and lifted the boy into his arms. Slowly standing, he moved back into the bedchamber and across into his private bathhouse. He smiled at Amaris and waved his hand over the large, well pool really. All on it's own, steaming hot water, bubbling and fragrant, began to flow into the basin. They would need that, he was sure. "This time, you will control what happens and what we do. You'll be on top." he said, wading into the rapidly filling pool to seat himself along one of the ledges beneath the surface. When all was said and done, their shouders and head were all that remained above the water's surface.

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"What do you mean?" He asks, confused, as he sat and shivered in Vaelin's arms. The water eased his body quickly though, and he took a deep breath to fill his lungs with its scent. He wished the servant baths were like this. "Do.. Do I get to tell you what to do and you have to do it?"

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He shook his head and reached down between them to grip his throbbing black phallus. With his other hand, he manuevered the boy to stradle his waist then lifted him up. "You will do everything..." he paused and tiltd his head. "If that is what you want."

*

"I.. I would like it if you'd do that stuff with your tongue again. I felt.. I don't know, something about to happen before my mother.. said what she did." Amaris says quietly, realizing Valor had meant that he would be moving up and down instead of being under his father and getting thrust into.

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"Then I will do it again, soon." Damnit, he needed to fuck the little boy! His heat was driving him absolutely mad! He took a breath and began helping to guide the throbbing black meat to the boy's submerged nethers. He pressed himself against and slightly into the boy, then smiled reassuringly, though the deep rumbling in his chest betrayed his growing lust.

*

Amaris shuddered again and looked up into Vaelin's eyes. "I get to m-move, right? You're not going to make me do a-anything?" He asks, wanting to make sure before he started trying to get that huge(in comparison) phallus inside of him.

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The dragon growled and shook his head. "Not if you dont stop asking questions and get a move on." he said, leaning back against the edge of the mosaiced tub. Even just the tight heat squeezing his tip served only to tease him more and drive his desire for the boy's fertile cunt to new heights.

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Being told to move had been slightly unsettling for the pup, and his ears folded back. This didn't seem very different from last time if he was just going to be made to do things anyway. Sighing, he did as he'd been told and started moving down slowly, cringing as he's spread open again.

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As slowly the little boy lowered himself and spread around the ridged length jutting upward, the dragon growled deeply and laid his head back against the edge of the tub. He growled pleasantly and nodded slowly. "Yeeessss...." he moaned. "Take it all, Amaris... You and I both want to fill your belly with my seed.... make it happen, boy!"

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"I don't know if I want a baby." He says quietly, shaking as his body started to ache again. It wasn't as bad as the first time, but it didn't feel anything like Vaelin's tongue had. How did it feel so good for the dragon? It was a mystery Amaris would never solve. "I'm still just a-a boy."

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"You're so much more..." he growled deeply as one of the hands gently resting on the boy's hips moved, letting his thumb drop to where they were joined. He found the little boy's nub and started rubbing it slowly but gently. All the while, he felt himself moving closer and closer to the inevitable end and the first swollen belly of the day.

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Amaris shivers and a small moan escapes his lips as he accidentally slips down another a inch, clenching tightly from the sudden added length inside of him. Why was that little nub such a pleasure spot?

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Growling pleasantly, the dragon king kept rubbing away at the little nub there excitedly. It was all he could do to keep himself from pulling the boy fully onto his length, or rock his hips up to meet the smaller ones above. He moaned deeply and leaned forward, nuzzling and nibbling at the boy's neck as slowly, more of his length dissappeared into the prepubescent hybrid.

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The pup wasn't sure what was happening. He could understand why his lower parts felt good right now, but his neck? What was with that? Trying to keep himself moving down slow, he puts his arms around Vaelin and hold on tightly as his fail swirls the water behind him sluggishly.

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His powerful arms and wings wrapped around little Amaris, holding him as tightly as he sank lower and lower. Finally when the boy could sink no lower, Vaelin leaned back and growled deeply. He stared down between them and grinned. He gently ran his fingers about the outline of his own cock obscenely stretching the wolf pup's body. "See? Feels a lot better when you've relaxed... doesn't it?"

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"It.. aches.. but not bad." He gasps, shuddering at the strange sensation Vaelin was giving him. He looked down and his ears laid back. "A-Am I okay? That looks bad..." His first thought was he might be bleeding again, but the hot flesh inside of him did a lot to banish that.

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The dragon king shrugged his wings slowly and he tilted his head to the side. "I dont know. Do you feel ok?" he asked, gently rocking his hips agaisnt the boy's own which in turn moved his length ever so slightly within his tight belly.

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Amaris shakes again, feeling full. "A-A little.. it hurts a little bit." The little hybrid leaned forward to rest on Vaelin while he adjusted, keeping still and quiet in the heated bath waters.

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He growled deeply and stroked his fingers over the boy's fur. All this waiting was wearing on him! He shifted his hips a little, rocking ever so little against the boy's young hips. He wanted to let the boy adjust, knew it would pay off in the end, but wanted just the same to plow the little boy's cunt without mercy.

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Amaris whines a little and instinctively tightens up around the length, which only serves to make him moan and slip farther down on the massive cock. It was strange, hurting and feeling good at the same time.

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When the little hybrid tightened and squeezed his cock, Vaelin growled and set his hands on the boy's hips. He gripped, almost tugging the boy down that last few inches to the top of his knot... but he steadied himself and dropped his hands to the bath's mosaic seat again. "For fucks sake, dont just sit there!"

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"Y-You said I got to decide.." He says softly, voice shaking slightly. Why couldn't they go slow? Fast had just hurt, and he wasn't used to sex at all anyway. How could he be? It was only his second time, not that he counted the first time...

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"Just sitting in my lap on my dick isnt a viable choice! Damnit, boy, you have no earthly idea what your scent is doing to me! A female's heat tiggers something in a male's head that makes him want to revert back into an animal and just rut like bunnies! You're playing with fire, boy!" he said, all the while writhing and squirming beneath the boy's tight little body. It was growing increasingly hard to maintain control.

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Amaris nearly tried to pull up and off to try and run, but he knew he'd get caught and.. and.. He didn't want to think about it. But he did move, knowing the 'choice' he had wasn't real. He moved up and slowly slid back down, closing his eyes against the feelings the motions caused.

*

"That's more like it..." Vaelin growled. He laid his head back again, gently rocking his hips against the boy's movements. "Tell me honestly that you hate how this feels." he challenged, lifting his head to stare down at the little boy he had been told was his son.

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He thought about lying, but he knew what the truth was. "It.. feels good, but.. you don't m-make me feel good. You c-can't even let me do what.. what I want..."

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He growled and rolled his eyes into his skull. "When you fully understand what effect you have on others... you'll understand why it is so hard to let you sit in my lap all night." he said, reaching up to let his hands grip at Amaris hips, then explore the soft, wet fur of his body. "Wait until your heat gets so bad, the only thing you care about is getting someone between your legs and you'll stop at nothing to get it!"

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"I.. I was t-taught b-better.." He growls. He'd had the willpower to resist just giving in so far, hadn't he? He could keep control. And if he lost that willpower... An idea formed, and he smiled. Yes, that would work. He opened his eyes half way to look at Vaelin and started moving a little faster. He'd keep the dragon happy until tomorrow night.

*

The dragon growled deeply and opened his mouth to speak momentarily, saying "You say that, but when-..." when suddenly Amaris started to pick up speed, Vaelin growled loudly and started bucking his hips in time with the boy's riding. "Oh, that's much better! Harder, Amaris! Ride your father like it's your last night on this earth!"

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He ignored the vulgar additives to the instructions and started to simply press down on the forming knot, forcing it inside of him despite the shake-inducing discomfort. Wether it stuck or not, it would speed things up.

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He gasped and moaned deeply but it was the boy taking his knot that got him throwing his head back and roaring in ecstasy. His knot swelled to it's full size quickly and his hips were a wild rhythmless bucking frenzy as Amaris enveloped all of his length, squeezing and convulsing around him and all the while dragging him rapidly toward another powerful climax.

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He bit his lip and rode it out, holding on to the tub now. It was back to hurting more, but he could bear it. He had a plan! Amaris squeezed whenever he could get the strength to do so, but after just a few moments the tang of copper added itself to the air from his lip. Vaelin was too rough...

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Rough or not, it wasnt long before his hands gripped Amaris's own and held him pressed tightly against his scaled thighs. He threw his head back and roared again as his balls tightened against his form and poured their contents in copious ammounts straight into the little boy's tiny tummy.

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He cried out and pushed, getting just high enough for the pulses to fill his tunnel up instead of his womb, gasping as the pressure becomes too much and the rest shooting out into the bath water. He was glad, but whimpering softly. It hurt him so...

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When he lifted his head and stared down at the boy, the pained expression annoyed him, but when he saw the cause floating in the water around them, he smirked and shook his head in amusement. "It wouldnt hurt you if you wouldnt fight it... You know what? I'm done trying to convince you." He folded his arms behind his head and tilted it to the side. "Go ahead, you're free to wander about the castle all you want for the next week. Or you can linger in my chambers here for the duration of your heat. I leave the choice to you."

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"Didn't... want to fight it. Y-You wouldn't.. wouldn't let me s-set the pace." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Could've been good if you l-let me, dragon... Why don't you care about th-that?" He pants, forcing his eyes to stay dry. Vaelin didn't like it when he cried.

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He snorted and shook his head. "Sitting still isnt a pace." he said, tilting his head with an almost amused smirk. "You're still blaming me for your discomfort. You did it. Not me." he spread his arms to either side. "I give up. I see there's only one way for you to see how good you're actually getting it. Go ahead. For the duration of your heat, you have free reign on the castle. Wander where you wish when you wish. You'll see soon enough how truly gentle I am being for you."

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"I know you're trying, ok? I just wanted.. wanted to get used to it s-so it could feel as good as you said..." Shuddering, he moves down and lays on Vaelin's chest as the rest of the dragon's cum swelled his stomach. "Tell me you honestly care about me or my discomfort..."

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*"I have refrained from simply making you a toy, a recepticle for my seed, haven't I?" he asked, holding the boy gently against his chest. "You just dont realize how... eager you make males with your scent alone." He smirked and shook his head. "You are unfortunate to be eased into this heat. The first is usually the most intense for a reason. It takes the discomfort of an adolescent's first time and turns it into sheer desire." He licked his lips in thought and shook his head once more. "Soon, you'll understand clearly enough, I think." His heat would get so bad, he would do anything to get, well, anything burried between his legs, and then he would finaly get it.

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"I hope not." He murmurs, suddenly feeling very tired despite the early hour. Using his arm as a pillow, he lays his head down on the scaled chest of Vaelin and let's his eyelids start to droop. "I just.. want it to be," he yawns briefly, mouth going wide and slightly forked tongue curling, "to be over.." The day's events, short though the day had been so far, had caught up to Amaris and tired him out in more ways than one.

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He smiled and kissed his son's head between his ears. "You have a week to suffer, Amaris." he stood up, carefully carrying the pup to the large fluffy bed. He laid down upon his back and smiled, letting the cub, still locked with him, rest upon his chest. "It can be a wonderful experience it you let it."

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"I-I'm trying... You aren't m-making it easy and I haven't felt g-good yet like you said..." His plan was in the back of his mind now. All he wanted was to wake up next to his mother and realize this was a dream or a nightmare. Why couldn't he be normal? He missed so much because of what lay between his legs that he felt alone all the time now.

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"Please," he said with a smirk, kissing the boy between his ears. "You were moaning and squeezing my cock like... well... like a bitch in heat." he sighed heavily and tapped the pup's temples with two fingers. "You are the only one holding yourself back. You arent letting yourself feel what your body is obviously feeling." he smirked lightly. "You're trying to prove a point, but all you're doing is depriving yourself."

*

Amaris looks away, not sure what to say. "I'm not a bitch..." That was true enough. He might have a vagina between his legs instead of a penis, but he was still a boy, and he didn't like being called a girl. He hated it!

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Vaelin smirked and shook his head. "I never said you were." He watched Amaris for a moment then threw his hands up in the air, "But that makes little difference. Everything I say you are going to twist and contort because you've set your mind to disliking me. I could be the most kind king, I could give you the castle, shower you in gold and riches, and you would find fault in it." He leaned forward again, "And curiously, you're still here after I gave you leave. You are indeed a puzzle."

*

"If I left now... I don't even know what I'd do. You're probably right about the other males anyway... What would you do if that happened?" He asks, looking up at the dragon. He wanted to leave, but moving his legs ached more than he wanted to deal with when walking, so he decided to talk a little.

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Vaelin gave a wicked, toothy grin and shrugged his wings lightly. "Say I told you so and offer you less than I am giving you now." He tilted his head and grinned. "But you're here, staying with me. Good. I think I can begin grooming you to be my heir. Among other things you will learn to enjoy."

*

"You're cruel." He mutters, sinking into the water as his tummy starts to shrink. "All that talk about rabble and you wouldn't do anything if someone else raped me? Raped your heir? That's practically doing that to you, isn't it?"

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He shook his head. "Not if it was your choice. You know the risks of leaving the chamber while you're in heat. If you do so anyway, that is on your head, not mind." He grinned again and tilted his head to the side. "I have tried to stop you, haven't I? If you still go and get yourself raped, my hands are clean."

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"So... No one would be punished?" He asks softly, little mind racing. "No matter what happened?" Strangely, this seemed to cheer Amaris up, however briefly. "I.. didn't expect that, actually..."

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He laughed lightly and again threw his hands in the air. "So you being raped for an indeterminate ammount of time by gods know how many males is not punishment?" He chuckled lightly and glanced toward the door. "Well, that's your choice."

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"I never..! I didn't.. mean.." He sighed and looked away in a huff. "Fine, whatever, it's my choice . If you don't care why didn't you let me hit the lake then?"

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"Because even raped," he said, running his hands through the wolf pup's damp fur, "you are still alive. And you'll have learned a lesson from it. If you jump into the lake and break your neck, you wont learn anything."

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"Unless they kill me during or after..." He says quietly. He'd known a little sheep maid once, and she'd suddenly vanished. He'd pieced together what happened in the following weeks.

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He shrugged his shoulders and wings in unison. "So you're saying you would choose possibly hours of pain and suffering and then death? Well," he quirked a scaled brow, "you have odd desires... but if you're stubborn enough to keep trying for it, you'll get it one way or another."

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"That's not what I meant at all! You say I twist stuff, but you're doing it now!" He growls, frustrated. "I guess I got more than scales from you!"

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He blinked at that, then laughed heartily and nodded. "I'm just stating observation, but I suppose you're right." he winked at the boy and sighed pleasantly. "You didnt get your pussy from me, that's for sure. Still, I'm glad you have it."

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"It's not from my mother either. It looks different." He states matter-o-factly, defending her out of habit. "And you are the one who laid down for the captain of the guard and spread your legs! So it did come from you."

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He smirked at that and shook his head. "You only saw the end of that ordeal. I assure you, there was no laying down." He poked his slender tongue out and winked. "But well played." He relaxed more steadily back against the wall of the tub and sighed contently. Warm water. It felt wonderful..

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Amaris stays upright for a bit, but soon laid down against the side, resting his head on his arms. "Can I get some cold water running?" He asks after a few moments of silence.

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He laughed lightly at that and smirked. "It wont help. The knot will go down when it goes down." He smirked at the cub for a moment then reached down to grab his hips. "We can try and pull you off now, if you like. I think it's probably been long enough. More than likely."

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"You say it like you know it's not gonna not hurt." He mutters as he looks at the floor. He hadn't been thinking about what cold water might do to Vaelin, just how good it would feel on his aching labia.

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He smirked lightly and shook his head. "No, I cant promise it wont hurt, but if you dont trust me, what's the point of any of this?" He shrugged lightly and leaned back. "Sit there then." He leaned his head back against the back of the basin and closed his eyes, once again relaxing in the warm water.

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"I wasn't thinking about your stupid knot!" He snaps, albeit quietly. "I just wanted the cold to dull the p-pain..."

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"Like the royal apothecary says," he smirked, "prevention is the best remedy. Dont try to tug yourself off my knot mid fuck next time and it wont hurt. I have no sympathy for someone who complains about what they brought on themselves." he shrugged his shoulders lightly and continued relaxing against the wall of the basin.

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"And it has absolutely nothing to do with you being the size of my damn arm, does it? If we're listening to the apothecary, you should've waited a few more years, but no, you had to do it!" He's nearly yelling at this point. "I was right... You only care about people when you're between their legs!" Any bond that had started to form between father and son, if there even was one, was now thoroughly shattered.

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He snorted. "You are not too young. You are uninjured, and more than that you're in heat. Any pain from the first time onward you bring on yourself." His scaled brow bounced and he shook his head. "But please, dont take the responsibility for yourself, cast blame all you want." He yawned lightly and lifted his head to stare down at the pup. "You are absolutely right. You're in pain because I made you try to pull off of me when I came. I did that all myself, I reached into your mind and made your arms move without your permission. I am sorry."

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"You said we'd do it at the pace I wanted! You promised! I tried and you didn't care! You just wanted to feel good with giving a damn about me! When do I get to feel good, instead of stretched so far so fast..?"

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"When you get it in your skull that pleasure is a state of mind, not a reaction." He quirked a scaled brow and shook his head. "I thought you were beginning to understand, but it seems this heat is playing with your mind." He again shrugged and laid back. His knot was beginning to deflate, but at that point he was beyond caring. Let the boy suffer if that is what he was so intent on.

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"Maybe if you'd keep your promises my 'state' wouldn't change! Am I supposed to suddenly enjoy this when you're too big to fit right and you always end up forcing me somehow? I-It's.. It's like y-you h-hate me and I keep trying to change that cause.. cause..." He trails off as he tries to keep calm. Vaelin didn't like it when he cried...

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"You asked me, this time. You consented on the terms that I would be gentler." He openned his eyes and stared at the boy. "You are still trying to blame me for you trying to pull yourself away when my knot was tied." It wasnt a question. He stared at the boy again and shook his head. "It would have remained pleasurable if you hadnt, so you have none to blame but yourself for your discomfort this time. Argue all you want, it's the truth." He laid back once again and once more shut his eyes.

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Amaris had had enough. Steeling himself, he pushed with his inner muscles while pulling himself up with the side of the tub, barely making a sound louder than a whisper when the knot was removed by force instead of time. Showing great resolve and endurance, he held himself about the water as he let gravity drain the remaining seed from between his legs.

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Vaelin merely smirked at the sound of seed dribbling into the water. "So you do have a backbone." He smirked and let a small sigh escape his muzzle. "Dont try to prematurely pull somebody's knot out of yourself next time." he said, ever the relaxed king, confident of his seat of power.

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"I wasn't." Amaris replies slowly, gripping the tub hard enough he thought he was going to bend it. It helped keep his voice steady. "I didn't want to be... I didn't want to swell again. It would have hurt to be like that and laying on you." He explains. "Not that you'd care..."

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He smirked again and slowly lifted his head to stare at Amaris. "It doesnt hurt as much as you might think. Do you really believe I have not been in your possition, that I have not ridden a cock in my life and had a belly full of cum?" He snorted and shook his head. "I am the king, boy. I bed who I want: man, woman, or otherwise. Dont fool yourself into thinking you are the first person to be so full." He quirked a scaled brow and tilted his head to the side. "What if I could give you the chance to fuck me, hm?"

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He openly scoffed at the idea. "If I had a penis you never would've noticed me at all!" He nearly falls out of the tub as he gets out, legs not quite as strong as he had hoped. "If I wasn't in heat, you'd have gone on blissfully unaware you had a son living right under your nose!"

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He smirked lightly and turned to watch the boy. "And here you are." He tilted his head to the side, then the other. "If I could give you a penis, would you use it?" He gave a toothy grin. "Would you plug your dear ol' dad's tailhole with it until he begged for mercy?"The more he spoke of it, the more delightful it sounded to his ears.

*

"No. I'm not like you." He growls, forcing himself to his feet and slowly making his way to his clothes. "I-I'm not going to enjoy.. someone else begging me to stop! If you wanted to give me a penis, you should've done it when you mated with my mother and made me!"

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He rolled his eyes at that and shrugged his wings. "Of course. You're right. This is all my fault. I am a terrible person." he sighed dramatically and laid his head back against the edge of the tub. "I should throw myself from the balconey and let the castle's inhabitants bring you all the happiness I never could!" He held the back of his hand to his forhead and gave an exagerated mournful moan.

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"You don't get it. You can't get it, can you? You get what you want because you're a king, and if someone resists you you either get it anyway, not caring about them, or get rid of them! You're a horrible person! A horrible king!" Anger rose in the little hybrid like a wave. "You don't even care enough to see if you have children with them afterwards! How many brothers and sisters do I gave and not know about because you act like a colt in his first rut?!"

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He shrugged his shoulders. "Whether or not you know about them is not the point." He lifted his head and smirked. "The answer is thirteen. Most people come forward once they find out they're pregnant. Why your mother chose not to is beyond me." He sighed pleasantly and shook his head. "My knot has swollen considerably and you're still here."

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"You keep making me angry! How many of them have you dragged to your bed wether they wanted to or not? The only time you've been nice and not trying to rut me to death I had just tried to die, and now it's like you don't care at all anymore!"

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"You're bound and set in your ways, why should I even try to help you see the truth?" He shrugged his wings lightly and smiled to no one in particular. "Do what you want. It seems the only way you're going to learn anything is the hard way. I wash my hands of it."

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"What truth?!" He yells, tears of frustration falling down his face. "You haven't tried to explain a damn thing, you stupid lizard! Why would you? You just got what you wanted again!"

*

"I will not explain it again. You can ask and prod and beg and cry all you want, I'll not repeat myself again," he said, feeling a sudden, strange sense of nausea well in his belly for a moment. He forced it down then glanced up at the boy standing over him. "Your mind is made up. I see no reason to try to change it." Hells, he thought, more and more he debated giving the boy what he was so determined to see in him.

*

Amaris didn't know what to do, and he was angry and frustrated enough to actually be considering punching Vaelin's right in his nose. He held back though, forced himself to calm down with a sigh before covering himself with his wings and getting dressed carefully. He didn't want raped again, despite what the dragon might think.

*

*Vaelin purred to himself idly and finally looked up at the pup dressing himself. "What is it you want from me, pup? When I show the least bit of concern or kindness for you, you make the claim I am doing it only as a means to get between your legs. Do you want my kindness," he stood slowly, towering over the boy even standing in the basin set in the marble floor, "or do you want me to treat you exactly like you are acusing me of treating you?" An increasingly more tempting prospect by the minute.

*

Amaris nearly stopped dressing as he felt rather than saw the intimidating form of the king behind him. He did noticeably pause though, and he might even had started shaking. Had he gone too far?

"I.. I don't want that second one, please! I just want.. I just wanted a family! A.. A f-father who would treat me like a regular boy, who would teach me what I needed to know to be a good man." Amaris didn't notice that he'd started hugging himself, wrapping his wings around himself protective. "I didn't want to be f-forced into a bed.. or have children.. I didn't want a father that did that, or a mother that wanted to see that happening and lied to me my entire life!"

*

"And I want to acquire dominion of the nothern provinces, but..." He sighed, rubbing the sides of his head for a moment before he shook his head and leaned forward to set his hands on the floor, bending down slightly so he was closer to Amaris height. "The point is, we cant always have what we want. Your mother DID lie to you your entire life. She lied to me your entire life. And like it or not," his nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to the boy's slit, "you are going to have children some day, like it or note." He licked his lips for a moment and shook his head. "I can teach you how to be a good man as well as I know to be, but you have to understand..." He smirked and winked slyly, "You can't very well plant your seed as well as I."

*

That last comment didn't help things go more smoothly at all, and another flash of anger had to be quelled before the little hybrid spoke. "That's not my fault... I didn't ask for this. For any of this!"

*

"Of course not, I have never once said it's your fault. You do. Repeatedly." he quirked a brow at that and tilted his head to the side. "I think you need to stop pretending you're a normal boy, as much as you want to be. You may be a normal boy in spirit, but you cannot change what you are. Instead, take pride in it. Wear it as shining armor and no one can use it to hurt you."

*

"No one? That's a lie. Hurting me was the first thing you did when you found out..." Surprisingly, Amaris sighs and looks away. "Shining armor only let's the enemy army know where to shoot anyway." He knew he had to admit defeat in his desire for normalcy now. Any chance was thoroughly obliterated.

*

*He chuckled and shook his head. "See, this is what I'm talking about. Everything I say, you will find fault in!" He stood straight and climbed from the tub. "You want me to teach you how to be as good a man as I know how, but one cannot teach a stone." he trompsed past Amaris into the bedchamber. Little brat was truly getting on his nerves. He was beginning to believe he would make a better pet than an heir.

*

"If the truth is a fault, don't build on shaky ground." He muttered, walking for the door. Time to get out of here seemed to be dwindling, and the pup wanted to be left to his own devices for a while.

*

He laughed at that as he threw himself on the bed upon it's central dais. "And yet, you fail to see the truth that you are bringing about your own misery by not accepting what you are." He waved a dismissive hand. "Your scent is getting stronger. Good luck in the halls." He rolled onto his side, facing away from the stubborn pet-to-be.

*

"I'm surprised you care enough for even that bit of kindness." He scoffs. He had no intention of staying in the halls, or even the castle, for much longer tonight. He left the room and his whole body relaxed. He hated the king's room already. Feeling a bit better, he hurries to the next closest room to find a window.

*

The guards outside might have proven a little difficult to get past. Outside, the very captain who had been plowing Vaelin earlier that evening stood guard. Wielding an impressive spear, one might say. He smirked down at the little pup and tilted his head. "You two yell a good deal, dont you?" He knelt down to the boy's level, a wicked grin on his face as his nostrils flared. "So you dont have a penis? What do you have in those trousers, then?"

*

Amaris's blood ran cold as ice in his veins. He started taking little, edging sets away from the horse, praying silently for salvation from this beast of a captain. "Please, not now... I can't again..." He knew it wasn't much use though. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd die before it was over this time.

*

The captain's equine nostrils flared and his thick cock spurted a generous amount of pre-cum onto the floor. He reached out, grabbing the boy by the band of his trousers. "Again, hm?" he glanced to the door and smirked. "The king's new toy, are you? Well, he has never shown any compunctions with sharing his toys from time to time." He hefted the boy up and dragged him across the hall to the ambasadorial suite. He closed the door, still holding the boy by his trousers. He reached around, grabbing the boy's no doubt flailing wings to keep himself from getting thwacked in the face. "You dont fight like a bitch in heat. I like a challenge though!"

*

The captain had made a critical error not befitting one of his station. He held on to Amaris by the band of his trousers and wings, leaving the now-panicking boy the rest of his little arsenal. He screamed as he lunged forward as much as he could and sank his teeth into horse flesh while knees slammed into everything with in reach and claws attempted to slice arm.

*

The horse howled, shaking the arm Amaris caught in an effort to dislodge him. He needed both hands to handle this little shit! He ripped the wolf pup's trousers away and threw them to the side before grabbing the boy's other wing. He twisted them in opposite directions. Either Amaris would let go or the stallion would break his fucking wings! "You're going to paay for that!" he yelled as blood poured down his limb. "I'm going to fuck you so raw and pump you so full of cum, the king'll want nothing to do with you, you little bastard!"

*

Gut wrenching pain tore through the boy as he let go to howl in agony just before his stomach spasmed and he vomited fire down his front, destroying his shirt as surely as he had the sheets on Vaelin's bed. He could feel his consciousness fading. How could this be happening again so soon?! Hadn't he suffered enough at the hands of Vaelin?! He kept kicking and clawing whenever he could, but his wings...

*

When he was finally able to tear the boy away from himself, he threw him onto the bed. His brow met as the boy spewed fire all down himself. What a curious little thing! And he wasnt trying to run! In fact, he looked very light headed. Drunk, or drugged, even. He grinned and clambered onto the bed. Taking care to pin the boy's wrists with one hand over his little wolfen head, the stallion used his other hand to force the boy's legs open. "Oh, what a delightful little cunt you have!" He pressed his semi-flared cockhead to the boy's slit and grinned. "I think I'll make it mine!" He thrust forward, forcing every last inch of thick horse meat into the boy's waiting womb. His belly distended obscenely as the stallion's hips pressed agaisnt them. He didnt stop there. The boy needed to pay for the teeth marks on his arm! He began rutting the boy like the bitch in heat he was, grinning wickedly all the while!

*

Pain. White hot, soul searing pain. It blocked out everything else the little hybrid could perceive, even the equally vomit flames that erupted from his mouth in a wicked inferno. His entire body was growing hotter and hotter as the unearthly agony was preventing Amaris from just passing out like he wanted. Still, soon his other desire would be fulfilled, and he'd be free at last...

*

The horse cried out loudly as he was bathed in fire. The sick fuck that he was, the searing pain set him off and his balls began to empty their enormous load right into his distended womb. Little Amaris belly would get bigger and bigger, though at some point the stallion was yanked off of the boy and his agonizing cries were suddenly cut off. The next thing Amaris would realize would be the king's own bed all around him and blankets tucked in to keep him warm, albeit still bloated. Vaelin knelt at the bedside, simply staring and watching thoughtfully. He'd wanted something like that to happen, wanted someone to get ahold of him and rape his brains out. It would have proven everything he had been saying. But now that it had, Vaelin felt sick to his stomache. The nausea grew and grew as he watched his little son in his bed. But he ignored it. He felt, admittedly, quite terrible about what had happened to the pup, after all. He should have forced him to stay there, should have tied him to the bed if it would have been enough to keep him safe..

*

Amaris looked at Vaelin blankly when his eyes opened. They were dead eyes. Dead, soulless eyes that slowly looked away from the dragon and to his legs. "I wet the bed." He whispers flatly. It was like the pup was devoid of emotion now, dead while still being alive.

*

He shook his head slowly and gave a soft sigh. It'd probably be the next morning when the kid was coherent. "That you did," he said and slowly stood up. He'd have to have that mess cleaned up. Appoint another captain. Pity. He would miss that stallion's thick meat and soft, tight tailhole.

*

Amaris shifts his legs weakly, still watching them, and winces. He'd been wrong. His eyes moved to watch Vaelin impassively. The king had been right. Horribly, horribly right.

*

Vaelin looked back when he got to the door to his chambers, then turned and left, making sure to close and lock the door behind himself. He set about fetching servants and guards to clean up the burned stallion in the other room, pitch him outside the walls as it were, then went looking for the second-in-charge-of-the-guard to give him a nice promotion and hefty raise.

*

When Vaelin was gone and the door locked, Amaris lifted the top covers until he saw his legs again... and the growing pool of blood, semen, and, though he didn't know it, the beginnings of what would have been embryonic fluid.

He started to cry silently. He hadn't.. He hadn't wanted to die, not like this. He couldn't do anything but sit there and stare until he grew too weak to even hold a simple blanket up. Soon he couldn't even stay awake. Tears continued to fall even after he lost consciousness once again.

*

The dragon king returned after some time and finding Amaris in the state he was, and worst still his bed in the state it was, he fetched several servants to clean both up. Amaris was gingerly washed, Vaelin's bedding was replaced, and soon enough the boy was once again laid down to rest. Vaelin, in the meantime, sat in a rather comfy chair, staring into the gently crackling fire on the lavish hearth beside the curtained doorway of the wash room. What an unfortunate turn of events, he thought to himself. He had never truly intended the boy to leave, hadnt had the foresight to remember the guard captain who was ever-present outside his door. His own pride, his own hubris was the boy's undoing. His littlest, most delightful treasure was now in pain, had been claimed by another and while the other had been slain by the very boy laying in his bed, the mere idea another had had him infuriated Vaelin to no end.

*

Amaris's dreams were those of feverish origins. Things that he couldn't remember and things that couldn't happen in any world flitted through his subconscious as he rested and healed. One servant had had the foresight to stop what bleeding she could, and that had surely helped saved the little hybrid's life. He started to whimper softly and hour later as his dreams took a turn for the worse and he tried to fight off imagined assailants. He was as successfully as he had been in real life and once again suffered the consequences.

*

All through Amaris's fitful sleep, the dragon king sat brooding. No, he would have to take more drastic steps to ensure his son's safety. Things were definitelly going to change from that moment on. He was not about to let anything happen to his little Amaris like that again!

*

Amaris wakes up harshly moments later, calling out for someone who, mere hours ago, he wanted nothing to do with anymore. He cried out for his mother.

"Momma!" He cries, holding his stomach as his body shakes from the pain that still wracked his body. "M-Momma help me.. It hurts!"

*

Vaelin, shaken from his plotting, turned and considered the boy in the darkness. He stood and carefully made his way to the bed, leaning down to brush the damp fur along his forhead. "She is not here right now, Amaris. It's alright now. No one is going to hurt you." he said in as soothing a voice as he could.

*

"No!" He said desperately, trying to get away without the required strength to do so. "Please, not again! It hurts! Please... Please, don't h-hurt me..." Of course she wasn't here. She would try to stop Vaelin, try to get in his way!

*

The dragon shook his head. "No, no one is going to hurt you, pup." He offered a smile. "I wont let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise you that." He sighed heavily and tilted his head to the side curiously. "You wont ever have that horse force himself on you again."

*

"E-Even you..?" He hazards, still trying to hold himself to ease the pain. He'd need more time to heal than he'd had from just sleeping "Wh-What happened?"

*

"Exactly what I said would happen." He quirked a brow at that and licked his lips. The boy forgot? The trauma fled his mind, then. He both envied and begrudged the boy for that. What good is a lesson that one did not remember?

*

"No, I.. What happened to him?" Amaris couldn't understand something, and even feverish he had to know. "You said you w-wouldn't do anything.. H-How do you know he won't..?"

*

He sighed heavily and offered a sad smile. He couldnt explain the whole situation, the boy couldnt handle the knowledge that all Vaelin did was put the stallion out of his misery. "I heard your screams and I came looking. I found him filling your belly. So I killed him." Not entirely a lie. Not the whole truth either. Pefect for the boy to digest.

*

"Wh-Why?" He asks slowly, looking down at his poor, abused belly. It had been through so much these last few days. Too much. Not that he'd ever had a choice in the matter... "You washed your h-hands of me, said you wouldn't c-care."

*

He smiled, brushing the boy's fur and hair back along his scalp gently. "I thought I wouldnt. But I couldnt bear to see you hurt, much less in the hands of someone who didnt care for anything but what was between your legs." He leaned forward and very gently brushed Amaris lips with his own. "I found I cared a great deal what was happenning to you."

*

The boy flinched as he felt Vaelin's lips on his and looked away, his mind a jumble of conflicted and confusing emotions. "You d-did the same thing... h-hippocrate." He mutters, completely botching up the word 'hypocrite' on his first use of it.

*

He smiled at that and nodded. "I did. As I said any male would upon smelling your heat." He tilted his head and nuzzled into the boy's neck. Even then it was everything he could do to keep from pouncing on the boy and filling his womb with another batch of cum. "I also made the effort to focus on sharing the pleasure with you, didnt I? Failed attempt as it was, I still made the effort."

*

"I don't care about any male... I-I just wanted one, and ended up back here, b-bleeding.. There was so much..." He whispers, closing his eyes tightly as he starts to shake. "I hate it."

*

Jealousy sprang up in his heart. "Just wanted one?" he asked. And just what 'one' could that be? It had better be him! He was sure it wasnt, what with Amaris's eagerness to escape him earlier in the evening. Well, last night would be more appropriate. The sun had begun to rise.

*

"You'd just hurt him." Amaris says stiffly. "Which would hurt me. So.. So you're going.. going to get what you want. Again. "

*Vaelin growled darkly, but was silent for several moments as he struggled with himself. He growled internally once more and finally said "What if I make you a deal?" he asked just as stiffly, desperatly trying to keep the rageful jealousy from his voice.*

*

"You're mad. Just a few days and I can tell. You sound like me sometimes..." Amaris added, looking at Vaelin again. "Guess I got that from you too, didn't i?"

*

Was that... affection? The idea of such calmed his nerves considerably and after a moment, a small smile spread along his lips. he leaned down to give his son another gentle kiss then nodded. "You did. But you didnt answer my question."

*

Amaris let him, knowing he'd have to get used to it sooner or later. It wasn't all that bad, actually. "You broke your last deal." He points out, thinking back to the tub. "I didn't get to make any choices or set the pace, not for real.. Why should I trust this deal like I did the last?

*

He pondered for a moment then shrugged his big red wings. "I guess you're just going to have to trust me. The alternative..." he let it hand then shrugged his wings again. "You said you want one male." He quirked a scaled browridge and bit his tongue. He had to offer the deal... "I will give you one night with him. One night to fill your belly with as much of his seed as you can handle. But after that, you cannot lay with him again." He already knew Amaris reaction, but... oooh, he should just collar the boy and be done with it!

*

The way such a deal both calmed and excited Amaris scared him. He considered it strongly, but in the end, staring to Vaelin's eyes challengingly, it felt wrong. "No. I might be your son, your prince, but I'm not some feral you can selectively breed and lock up after! After this accursed heat is over, you'll find I won't stay in this room much if I can help It."

*

"I'm not trying to selectively breed you, and I was going to limit your interaction with this other male until after your most fertile period has passed." He forced another smile onto his muzzle and tilted his head at the boy curiously. "Nor am I going to force you to stay in this room afterward. But I do want to take you as my heir, and as such you will be held to greater standards. Standards I set for you."

*

"Standards?" There was something his draconic heritage could latch onto. Something his wolf heritage could use. "Fine, I'll settle for these standards. I'll hold myself to the same standards you set for yourself. What greater way to become the next king..?"

*

He shook his head and smirked. "You arent going to liike it if that's the way you want to go. The standards I set for myself are not everything you think they are." He held up a finger and said "For example: everyone beneath me is subject to my whims. That includes you. If you want to apply my standards to your life, you are nothing but a pet. If you want to be set outside of those standards, live by learning what I teach you and how I teach it to you, then you may become my successor, yet." His blue eyes seemed almost hopeful. Truth be told, he would rather an equal in his bed, in his life than a pet.

*

Drat, foiled as quickly as a beginning fencer in his first lesson. "Explain those standards then, instead of making yourself angry and hollow deals. As long as I'm allowed choices after, even if it means I get to sleep alone sometimes, heat or no heat."

*

He nodded his head and waved a dismisive hand. "You will be given your own quarters. You will live as a prince. You will be clean, groomed, fit, healthy. You will learn the intricacies of your office and ultimatly of mine. You will be tought manners, how to present yourself to other nobles and more importantly to the peasantry." His brow knit together and he leaned forward. "You are above them. In every way. They are as objects to you. Pawns on the board to be protected, but used to better the board as a whole. Do you understand?"

*

"I understand what you want me too, but that doesn't mean I like it, or that I will. I have no friends in the castle, did you know that? The only one hear I don't dislike was my mother. Don't spread the word that I'm your son. Please. I can't lose my friends outside... They make me happy. When was the last time a friend did that for you without spreading their legs..?"

*

He listened to the boy's pleas and sighed lightly. "You do not understand. Those people outside the castle are not your friends, cannot be your friends. They are your subjects. But I am giving you the chance to say goodbye to your friend. All night. For one whole night in any way you see fit." He folded his arms lightly over his bare scaled chest and quirked a browridge.

*

"Why? Why can't they be both?!" He couldn't keep up the attempts at cunning and ploys anymore, unskilled as he was, and fell back to being a kid. "It.. It c-can't be worth it.. How can you have no friends and not be sad all the time?!"

*

He shook his head. "Do not mistake me." He reached up and touched Amaris cheek gently with his palm, "I seek companionship with many in the castle. For sex, for meals, for sparring, riding, all sorts of things. But there will always be a barrier. You dont see it now, but it is not I who will build those barriers, but the people themselves. When you walk among them, you will be as a god to them, their Prince. They will treat you with reverence and kindness no matter how you treat them. Their friendship will never be real because they must, must keep their distance."

*

No, no that couldn't be true! He'd worked so hard to have friends down in the city, friends that could look past his hybrid nature! Was it all for nothing? Amaris's throat tightened as hot tears stung his eyes and fell down his face. When was something good going to happen?!

He couldn't help what he did next. It hurt to even move, but he couldn't not do this. No one else was around, after all. Crying from the injustice of everything being taken from him in one way or another, Amaris embraced Vaelin and sobbed.

*

*Vaelin was more than happy to drag the little cub into his arms and rock gently to and fro with him. He purred soothingly and sighed heavily. He had the advantage of having grown up in this environment, but little Amaris was being thrust into it. It wasnt his fault, he knew. It was all Vaelin's. And he did feel somewhat bad about it. Though, his apparent lack of a legitemate heir did complicate things. As did his advancing age. "Everything will be alright, Amaris. It's really not as bad as it sounds."

*

"It's horrible!" He cries, eyes shut tight and squeezing out tears. "I'm all alone no matter what I do! It's.. It's all gone now! I.. I can't take it..." He entire body was wracked by his sobs, which started a vicious cycle of aggravating his injuries, which made him cry harder, which aggravated the injuries more, and so on. The poor prince-to-be just couldn't win.

*

Vaelin shook his head. "It is not gone. It's just changed." He smiled and kissed the top of the boy's head. "Do you have anyone you dont like, bullies and whatnot?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed on "Now they haev to bow to you, they have to kiss your feet, they have to do precisely what you tell them to or the castle guard will throw them in the dungeon." He said and smiled at the boy. "You can do anything you want with anyone you want. Want to go ride horses out beyond the wall? Take anybody you want. The guards will fetch them and you can enjoy your day with the wind in your hair and someone of your choosing to keep you company." And after that first night with his... desire... that's all that would be happening He'd make damn sure of it!

*

"I don't want any of that! I don't want bullies locked away or guards fetching people for me! That's not me! But I can't be me now! I.. I have t-to be something that feels wrong now just so I'm not tied up and raped again!" He was bleeding again, he could smell it. He almost didn't even care. Almost. "N-No.. No more b-blood! Make it stop!" He pleaded, gripping Vaelin even more tightly than before.

*

He sighed heavily and picked the boy up, easily carrying him toward the washroom and the large basin and it's warm water. "Relax, it's bleeding far less than before. You're just excited and your heart's pumping. You dont have anything to be excited about, pup." He carefully moved into the basin, still cradling the pup against his chest. As he eased down into the water, he said "This is a part of growing up. We cant all stay cubs forever, playing and frolicking and... whatever it is cubs do. Growing up means changing, and not always for the better." He pondered for a moment then said "Did you know I used to sneak outside the walls every night?"

*

The warm warm stung initially, but as it seeped in it became more and more soothing. Maybe an herb was added to the water before it got to the king's chamber? Amaris didn't know or care, too busy not staring at the reddening water. "H-How could I? You're older..." He thought of his way out and wondered if Vaelin used to use the crawl space between the library and the kitchen to get out or grab a snack at night too.

*

He laughed lightly and nodded. "You're right. Well I did. There are hidden passges all over this castle. A lot of them are new and frequently used but there are a few very old ones. There is one in the servent's bath that leads down past the dungeons and comes out at the stables, but that one is usually blocked by lots of people. There's one in the dining hall, though. Between the entrance to the library and the door to the royal kitchens. You know the suit of armor there? The pedastool is hollow. You pry open the right side and can crawl right in. It's a little small for me now, though, but it looks like it used to be tall enough to walk in before something happened and it caved in." He smiled in pleasant nostalgia then went on. "Anyway, I used to use that to crawl out of the castle. It comes out in the gardens right by the wall. Follow the wall ten, maybe fifteen feet and there used to be a drain where I'd go out and look for things. Rocks, pretty flowers, hiding places. I would take them all to a little cave down at the far end of the lake and hide it all away." He sighed heavily and physically drooped. "I havent been there for years." He seemed genuinly sad about that. "I had to grow up, though. I started learning how to handle a sword, learning how to ride, learning my manners and all of the things I said you would have to. I must have cried and cry and cried for days because I couldnt go to my little hideout." He smiled sadly at Amaris. "I think you might even be taking it better than I did when Mother told me about the change in my lifestyle." Indeed, mother. Only a few people knew her true nature, that she herself sired quite a few bastards, but those people had all been long since gone. Hermaphroditism, unbeknownst to Vaelin, ran in his blooodline.

*

"Why couldn't you just fly?" He asks, genuinely curious. "I'm not all dragon, and I'm as fast as most hawks if I wanna be." It seemed, at times, like the winds always favored Amaris. "Is it because it was more fun?" That's why he liked the two passages he'd found. Passages Vaelin hadn't mentioned. Maybe he didn't know about them then.

*

He shook his head and sighed. "The first few times, yes. But the lookouts always caught me. I was always brought and flown back to my room." he chuckled and shook his head. "And cried myself to sleep, as children tend to do when they're caught. Once I found the passage under the knight, though... well I got out whenever I wanted. It became a game, looking for more. The exciting parts came when I grew older and was actually taught about them, where they went, what they were for and so on." He shrugged his wings. "I was so...depressed for so long after my mother told me about what needed to change in my life. As time went on, though, I started learning new things that excited me more than hiding rocks, met people other than the servants who would lie through their teeth about my nightly adventures to keep me from getting in trouble. It didnt take it long at all before I grew more excited about the future and less mournful over my childhood."

*

"You got lucky. You didn't go through what I have. Some of which you caused. I'm not going to meet anyone I can enjoy or trust because I'm different." Somehow he managed to say that less bitterly than he had before. With less emotion entirely, actually. "Yeah, yeah, 'shining armor' and stuff. Stuff that shines just gets... dirtied." He sighs. "It's not like I'd even get to use most of that stuff for fun anyway. I just can't see why things have to change so much so fast! If it could slow, even just a bit..." He didn't know what he was trying to accomplish with this conversation anymore.

*

He stared at the boy thoughtfully and smiled. If there was a chance of easing the boy into this life and away from his old one... "How would we do that?" he asked. As long as it had nothing to do with 'let me fuck that other guy a dozen times a day!' Vaelin was fairly sure he could handle it. Maybe. Hopefully.

*

"I.. I don't know." He admitted. He hadn't expected the question, and was a little stunned by it. "Maybe.. Maybe if I didn't have to do that stuff all the time? Like a day every now and then just for fun? For me? Just time to do the things I like..." Amaris didn't realize how his mood had subtly been changing for the better as he talked, how his ears perked up and his tail swished slowly through the water. "Maybe even learn about me. Like why.. why I make fire that way..."

*

He was a little skeptical at first, then smiled and nodded. "Alright. Every once in a while, you dont have to be a prince. Ride a horse in the woods, shoot a bow, climb a mountain, anything you want!" Except fuck that other guy! "And we'll explore your body a little more, too. See how much of me you've got in you." His brow suddenly met and he shook his head. "That came out wrong."

*

He looked at Vaelin in confusion for several moments before he let out a single, soft laugh. Maybe more like a bark. It didn't matter, it was some kind of expression of mirth. "Too much to feel okay, sometimes. Do you mean it?" He asked, daring rather foolishly to hope Vaelin did mean what he'd said. "The not being a prince part?"

*

He held up his finger again. "Remember what I told you about how the people will act around you? I cant order them to stop doing that. It will always be there. But at least you'll have a day where you wont have any studies, no training, and no learning about being... well... me." He held his hands up and to the side lightly. "How does that sound?" The water did wonders hiding the boy's smell, but his closeness only amplified the instinctual arrousal in Vaelin. He would have to put the boy to bed soon and go visit his mother. Again. Or someone else. Hell, why not the pretty gryphon hen outside who had taken the horse's place as captain?

*

"If they didn't know..." Amaris trailed off suddenly, partially feigning fatigue. He was tired after all, and sleep would dull the pain considerably, but he'd halfway formed an idea of what to do and Vaelin needed to leave so he could go through with it.

Unfortunately for the little hybrid, between the day's exhausting events, blood loss, the wonderful water of the bath, and the unexpected sensation of comfort that came with putting his head on Vaelin's chest, Amaris passed right out.

*

He tucked the boy in and grumbled to himself. He could hump that boy now and-... He shook his head and turned, promptly leaving. On the way, he snagged the newly christened captain and dissappeared into a nearby room. How Amaris slept through the squawking was anybody's guess. Just before lunch, however, Vaelin emerged from the washroom, the evidence of his morning washed away, and moved to the side of the bed. Settling beside Amaris, he smiled lightly and leaned over to gently shake the boy. "Wake up, pup. It's time to eat."

*

Amaris jerked awake almost instantly, wings flaring and tail lashing the sheets. Some days he just didn't like waking up. He calmed down and rubbed his eyes soon enough though, and looked around. "It's time for breakfast already? I don't think I slept enough." He groans and sits up, blinking blearily.

*

He smiled sadly and shook his head. "Lunch, actually. And afterward, I've got something planned for the two of us. It wont take long, only a few minutes afterward. Then we can come back up here and you can sleep more while I have a room made up for you." The dragon said and leaned down to kiss his snout. "How are you feeling?" He reached down, gently resting his hand on the boy's no-longer-swollen belly.

*

"Like I was kicked in the stomach by a.. you know." He sighs and checks under the covers hesitantly. "At least I didn't bleed again. What do you have planned? I wish I.. never mind." He couldn't go through with his plan while Vaelin was around, and he'd missed a perfect chance last night!

*

He tilted his head and helped the boy to sit up before fetching clothes the servants had brought while he was sleeping and Vaelin was... breaking in the new guard captain. He turned back and started to gingerly help dress the young pup. "You wish you what?"

*

"It's nothing I'm going to worry about now. What do you have planned?" He asks again as he is dressed. He needed the help too. His muscles felt stiff and moved only slowly. "What is it?"

*

He smiled and kissed the boy's snout. "It's a surprise." He stood up and offered the boy his hands. "Come on. Let's go get something to eat so you can go back to bed, hm?"

*

He took the hands slowly and stood up. Something was going on and it made him uneasy at best, but food was food and he was a boy who hadn't eaten a thing in far, far too long, so he went with the dragon somewhat willingly.

*

He didnt hold Amaris hand, but he was always watching, always sure that his son, his heir, his successor and hopefully, with a little luck, the mother of his eggs, wouldnt fall. He was always watching to make sure the boy was making it okay. Finally when they came down to the royal dining hall, it's large, empty table already set at the head. A place for two. One large platter, another smaller. He helped Amaris into the seat at the right side of the throne like chair, then sat in the afore mentioned himself.

*

Amaris had walked slowly, taking each step as carefully as he could to avoid jostling his tender belly anymore than he had to. He sat down just as careful and half-whimpered as his lower lips were pressed on the seat. "I-Is this all for us? What if I can't eat it all?"

*

He smiled and shook his head. "Then it will be taken away. Given to the servants or the poor in the city. I dont know." He shrugged his wings and reached to the large platter to remove the lid. Beneath was a large stack of something bready. Or resembling a pastry. Or something. It was smothered in a golden fluid, looked like tree sap. Assorted fruits rested beautifully aranged around the stack, all cut and molded to perfection. To one side, thick sausages and slices of bacon. Amaris's platter was assorted similarly and between them, a golden pitcher of juice and two ornate goblets already full of the dark purple stuff.

*

"Oh.. Oh, that smell." Amaris murmurs, breathing it in deeply before he picks up a piece of sausage and chomps a big bite right off, savoring the delicious taste before picking up fruit with his claws and popping it in his mouth as well. Such a simple food was a delicacy for the boy, and he'd stuff himself to bursting to finish it all.

*

Vaelin cleared his throat. Once he had Amaris attention, he shook his head and held up a fork and a knife, one in each hand. Identical pieces rested on either side of Amaris platter. "Lesson one: Table manners. Never eat with your hands."

*

"But they're fruit and little meat bits. Why do we have to use these?" He asks, frowning a bit as he picked up the utensils. Having to use a fork and knife were going to slow down his lunch.

*

"Because it's proper. It's what's expected of people like you and me." He held up the utensils then began to poke the fruit with special emphasis, lifting a piece into his muzzle before he cut a bit of the sausage and did the same thing. "We arent animals. We are civilized people. I'm going to teach you how to behave like one."

*

That laugh/bark from earlier makes a brief comeback before Amaris starts to imitate the king as best he could. He was careful to observe and learn so he could figure out how to mix proper eating with how he wanted to eat. He felt half-starved! The last thing down his throat had been blood.

*

Vaelin, pleased the cooks had substituted lunch with a proper breakfast for the late-risers, guided Amaris all throughout the meal, nudging and urging the boy into proper etiquette. When finally the servants took away their empty platters, Vaelin smiled, leaning back in his throne as he watched the little hybrid pup. "There, now that wasnt so hard, was it?"

*

"I guess not, but it took longer than it had to. I'm already looking forward to eating like a normal person on my first princeless day." He told the dragon honestly. "All using forks and knives at breakfast like that does is make more work for us."

*

He smirked and shook his head. "Mark my words, you'll grow so used to it that in time, you wont even give it a second thought." He stood up and waved toward the door leading into the great hall. "Come on. One last thing before you can slink back to your den." He winked playfully. And he would have to find another female. Damn this boy's heat-smell!

*

"I only slink because I'm hurt." He mutters angrily as he gets up and sorta limps after Vaelin. What was going on? He didn't remember anything planned that would require the great hall...

*

He smirked lightly at that and nodded. "I'm sure that's true, but however you can get there, I'm sure you'll want to go back to bed while I make arrangements for a room. Now, to the courtyard, boy. Slink along faster!" he chided playfully, but again was never too far away, should the boy's legs falter.

*

"Why??? If it's to ride something I'm not doing it!" He informs Vaelin matter-o-factly, limping as fast as he could out of annoyance. "And I already have a room! Why do I need a new one?"

*

"Because princes do not sleep in the servent's quarters." He looked back at his son and shook his head. "You wont be riding anything until you're all healed up. Then, we'll see." he winked slyly as they made their way across the great seal on the marble floor of the great hall. The guards at the main doors drew the immense portal open as they approached where there they beheld the courtyard at the base of the steps filled with towns people, all congregated for... something.

*

No witty comeback could make it's way out of the frozen Amaris's mouth. Why were there so many people? Was this the plan? To embarrass him in front of everyone? He had to force himself to look away after some staring. He was in the crowd, he was here and about to see Amaris be put through something horrible for the pup.

*

The dragon stepped out to the top of the steps and waited for Amaris to come to his side. Once he did, Vaelin set his hand gently about the pup's shoulders and spread his impressive wings wide for all to see. He took a deep breath and bellowed outward "Long have I been without a queen to rule at my side! You have watched as decades have rolled past and I have sat alone, without an equal, without a means to pass on my line. Without an avenue of succession." He paused, looking out over the crowd that watched with bated breath. "The wait has come to pass! I have discovered this day the heir to my legacy! It has been revealed to me that I have sired a son! Though it shames me, he was born of an illigitimate night with another, a woman not my equal. But alas! In my waning years, I cannot afford to await an equal with whom to marry, with whom to build upon the strength of my line! But know this!" He paused, looking down to Amaris for a moment. "There is no one alive whom I would be happier to give my kingdom's care unto. No one alive whom I would be more proud to trust the passage of my bloodline with."