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Sylvia lay in Ryoga's cabin bed reading through a pair of spectacles balanced halfway down her muzzle, the fat outline of her flaccid cock obvious under the Prince's silk sheets. Ryoga was standing at his desk, his rump aching with cum running from it, he poring over a few diplomatic scrolls, mission reports, and some legal documents. There was the signed copy of Myscindyr's vassalship, giving Jahaliya full access to their bay, there was the will of Ruk's parents, giving a "Lord Rukalor Noblesby" a vast fortune and holdings in the Blackstar thaneship in the Southern region of Jahaliya, and finally there were stacks of wedding catalogues the Prince himself had taken to plan for his renewal of vows to Jasmine.

His wives, Jasmine and Robin, wanted to take care of everything for him, but Prince Ryoga Miscon was not happy unless it felt like Atlas's burden was sitting atop his shoulders, and so_of course_ the Prince had pulled himself off Sylvia's thick, magic-formed cock after she'd finished filling him, and with a loud slurp and a gutteral gasp he had walked bow-legged back to his desk to get back to work, trailing cum the entire way.

"M'lord, shouldn't you take a bath?" Sylvia asked.

"These documents aren't waterproof, so no," he said, flipping through a sea of papers as his insides gurgled.

"Our mage can make them so."

"Lydra's done enough for us, thank you," the wolf said, nodding back at Sylvia's cock, kneading his stomach with his free paw.

"You're being stubborn," Sylvia said, coming up behind her Prince and rubbing his shoulders. "Let me bathe you," she purred, tickling his ears. Lydra's magic began to fade.

That relaxed Ryoga, and as he let out a long sigh his guts churned again. Everything that Sylvia had pumped into him suddenly reversed direction, and the wolf sprinted for the bathroom.

Blushing madly in a shining bronze bathtub, naked in front of a former school-mistress only a few years younger than his mother, Ryoga glared straight ahead as Sylvia poured soapy water over his head. "Now you see the struggle we females go through after you men have had your fun. You almost made it."

"The maids shall never speak of this."

"Yes, well," Sylvia said with a smile, switching topics, "Your wedding, your highness."

"I have planned everything; my wife will have the most elegant, precisely-regal event this kingdom or any other has seen."

"Then what about Robin?"

"Hers, when it's time, will be even better. There should be ten cake girls at this one; I haven't decided on cake men."

Ryoga softly sighed as Sylvia ran a sponge over his breast, gently pushing him to lay against the back of the tub. He'd not been sponge-bathed since he was a child. His baths were always loud, erotic affairs, with hard scrubbing, eight different shampoos, and a rough pawing! This... was soothing. The Prince actually thought of sleeping after this.

"Sylvia, your ministrations are glorious," he murred.

"Only the best for our Crown Prince, m'lord," she answered, scrubbing his cheek and making him whine like a pup.

The airship ride to Jahaliya's capital city was only to be a couple hours long, the wolf fine with the captain taking his time, ensuring a smooth ride. Ryoga beheld their primitive ranger, Ruk, with a secretive grin as the cougar wandered about the foreign, airborne vessel. Every piece of technology was new, and had his jungle lover Nell desperately explaining every last widget.

His tigress was now in proper Harem warrior slut dress, wearing a harness, cape, and boots, which embarrassed Ruk but gave the other males serious sexual fantasies. Not a single sheath was closed.

Ryoga's Majordomo came up to him after Sylvia had turned him away. "Sire, _you're_planning the wedding?"

"As well as handling Ruk's familial affairs and the Myscindyr merge. What can I do for you?"

"Can't you delegate this? I'm sure the Queen would be delighted to help in her son's wedding."

"She can help by attending."

John had to briefly step away. When determined, his Prince was a stone wall. "Ruk's actually what I wanted to speak to you about," the mouse said, "regarding our King and Queen. What about a cock ring for Ruk, something impressive? Our jeweler's fashioned one that matches a set of daggers we could also give him; they'll strap right to his harness."

"Jewels heavy. Only good for to weigh down wife," Ruk interjected, grinning and looking expectantly between the two men. John looked at Ryoga, confused.

"Ah yes," the wolf said with a chuckle, "can't have the wives floating off."

John chuckled as well, getting it. "Ruk, I can fashion the harness to snap off, if that's your concern. You like your nudity more than most Jahaliyans, don't you?"

"Ruk fast when not weighed down by trinkets."

"It's settled, then," said Ryoga, waving the accoutrements to be brought forth.

Ruk was soon fitted with all his Jahaliyan trappings, and tested them out by leaping about the ship, doing handsprings off the side railings and swinging from the ship's rigging, howling like an ape as he traversed the space. His lover, Nell, soon joined him and kept pace, dazzling their audience aboard. Nell had to maneuver him away from going over the side or too close to the exhaust stack, the feral unable to recognize that this was indeed a fall he could not recover from.

"Geez, were you trained from birth?!" Tina exclaimed as she beat back sword blows from General Athena of Myscindyr, sparring with her.

"I would ask you the same question!" the rabbit exclaimed, working to control her breath. She was quite impressed with the fierce skill the Harem possessed in fighting, and also in their fealty to the Prince and his sexual desires. Jahaliya in general was a mystery to the General--its open sexuality was invigorating and quite arousing, permeating all things. When she would meet King Gohrig later, she hoped she would be treated with respect should she inevitably become moist. "I am the product of generations of selective breeding; males thrown away and weaker females to die virgins! Don't tell me you are not the same, powerful skunk," she said as she jumped over a low sweep and struck out with the pommel of her sword , only to miss by a few inches as Tina dodged.

"I was an awkwardly large student in prep school," she panted as she pushed Athena back, feeling the heat in her sword, "then the Goddess of Jahaliya gave me this!"

The skunk put the power from both her arms into her sword swing, aiming to knock the General's weapon from her paws. The rabbit deflected the blow with a loud klang, sending sparks flying, then switched her dominant paw. "Gifts from the Goddess are one thing," she said as her strikes flew past Tina's blocks, "the rest takes experience!"

Tina gasped as her harness fell from her body in shreds, and the General sealed it with a kiss. A roar of applause and cat calls sounded from the crowd that inevitably had gathered around.

They arrived at the capital city long after the General had left the deck completely scuffed, having ably fought back all of Ryoga's Harem; and after Ruk had climbed every conceivable surface about this ship while cruising hundreds of feet above ground. Ryoga loved the exotic element both of these new citizens brought to Jahaliya.

Regally, he strode down the gangplank with his ensemble in tow, John and Sylvia closest behind him. His wives were first to greet him, Robin beating back the crowd while pushing Jasmine to the front, and they were both so excited that if given the chance, they would jump his face and cock right here on the landing pad. Instead, they all warmly embraced, his wives licking his cheeks before commenting on the pleasant soap scent upon him. The wolf's silver and alabaster face blushed.

"Ah, that was Sylvia," he said, "you should enjoy her sometime."

"Or she could teach us," Robin teased, then looked back as the crowd immediately parted. The furs at the edge of either side quickly knelt, and the ones behind them followed suit until the entire reception, two hundred Jahaliyans strong, were on their knees save two. Ryoga was one of the first to kneel.

King Gohrig and Queen Malva proudly made their way through their hallway of citizens, slowly nodding, smiling, and offering their regal paws to be kissed as they came up to their son, Ryoga Miscon, who bowed deep before them but was pulled into a tight hug regardless. The older wolf whispered in his son's ear.

"Once you bear us a son, you _too_shall know the paradoxical worry for your son's safety, despite having full knowledge that he will succeed."

"I shall exacerbate that paradox later, father," Ryoga said with a gay chuckle, his teeth on display, "but in the meantime let me demonstrate to you both my success.

"Jahaliya!" he barked with a clap of his paws. Everyone grew silent; all muzzles were pointed towards him. "I, Prince Miscon of Jahaliya, am delighted to announce we have grown! The uncharted land of Myscindyr has sworn fealty to Goddess and with it, we've inherited a port This is a strategic boon that shall aid greatly in the fight against our enemies, including the dreadful Poacher Queen. With it, we've also gained a feral, expert navigator so that we may sniff out new territories and snuff out our enemies."

The wolf curled his arm and hoisted his fist, grinning wildly as a hot spark shown in his eyes. His audience jumped to their feet and loudly applauded him, to which Ryoga thrust his palms out to silence them again.

"If you would please welcome Myscindyr's military leader, General Athena!" he shouted, thrusting his paw up the gangplank as she appeared, clad in her brush helmet, brilliant gold cape, and smart boots and bracers. Her paw rested firmly on her sword, her lips pressed tight, and the rabbit nodded respectfully at her land's new masters. They were lively, spirited, and quite naked. This was all well and good ... and sexy as fuck. Her Amazon Queen would devour all these men--metaphorically, now that the pact was signed--and she would laugh as that robust snow leopard drained every last cock. She stood aside Ryoga and bowed to her new King and Queen.

They bowed in return, with a nervous glint shining in the wolf King's eye as he got hard. This woman was battle-hardened, built from birth and without the Goddess' blessing_to be a legendary warrior. Every inch of her was molded for destruction and murder. Two thoughts immediately flew to Gohrig's head. Usually he was much cooler, but to have _Myscindyr under vassalship... it was like having a basement full of gunpowder.

There's a whole colony of these women! he thought to himself. But they are under my rule. What unimaginable power! And...

King Gohrig realized that this seasoned General, battle-hardened and tight like a bowstring, had no scars on her.

Now that she has the Goddess blessing, we've an unstoppable female army.

"My noble king," Queen Malva said with a knowing smile, seeing her husband stare so brazenly, "shan't we invite the good General Athena of Myscindyr up to our quarters later?" she asked.

"I would say that would be a most sumptuous aspect," the wolf King said, his grin sharpening and eyes narrowing as the rabbit walked into his paws, pressing her breasts against them.

His son Ryoga smiled appreciatively, and then clapped his paws again. Everyone turned to him, away from their King's new consort, and Ryoga was delighted at his ability to captivate.

"That is not all, my fine nation," he said with a grin, taking his wives in his arms, his erect cock bouncing as he pranced before Jahaliya, "our aforementioned guide is the long-lost Lord Blackstar of Jahaliya, heir to the Noblesby fortune after Lord and Lady Noblesby's unfortunate passing."

The crowd bowed their heads and tapped the center of their brows in respect for the dead owners of Jahaliya's airship line, and then looked up to their Prince.

"Our jungle-feral, Ruk," he said while grandly gesturing, his crimson silk cape catching a gust as he moved about the gangplank, wives respectfully standing at the ready, "Is none other than Lord Rukalor Noblesby of Jahaliya; lost in the jungle for twenty years!" he shouted.

The crowd gasped, and even General Athena had to pull her lips away from King Gohrig to hear the news. Her paw gripped his cock as she listened to Ryoga, and she masturbated her King as her Queen watched with detached amusement. The wolf Queen grinned as this military expert deftly manipulated her husband's cock.

How good she must be with a blade, Malva imagined.

Lord Rukalor Noblesby--Ruk--strutted down the gangplank with all the emulated stiffness he'd seen all these royal people strut around with.

Stick up butt, Ruk, he thought to himself as this entire city unfolded before him. Everyone was almost as naked as he was, and he was in this stiff, uncomfortable harness to hold daggers he could have easily put on his armband and forgotten about! This all technology from books, he thought, guess my science-fiction book was actually history book. Walk like stick up butt...

He stood alongside his Prince and had to gape as these Jahaliyans applauded him, their clothing styles so distinctly replicated, their fur so expertly groomed, their buildings so symmetrically built...

"Lord Rukalor! I cannot believe it!" Queen Malva cried out, seizing him in a hug, lifting the cougar off the ground. She set him back down in a hurry, putting her paw on her stark naked breast. "Though I get ahead of myself. Your mother was a great friend of mine," she said, feeling the onset of a nostalgic tremble in her voice, "and so to see a proper heir in the Noblesby lineage gives me faith," she said.

Ruk's face felt wet; tears queued in his eyes and then ran down the sides of his muzzle. "Ruk...alor... remember mother from early age. You carry mother in voice," he said.

The tears in Queen Malva's face were apparent, cutting rivers through her wolven cheeks. "She would be brilliantly proud of the man you've become. Your speech could be improved though," she said with a laugh, tears running freely. Ruk braced himself, nodding his head in a violent motion. King Gohrig and Athena looked on, the rabbit held tightly in the wolf's embrace.

"Ruk like Jahaliya. Ruk... I...belong," he said with a tremulous grin.

Ryoga was biting his lip, the back of his forearm wet from wiping his eyes. Jasmine braced him, grasping his shoulder blade and breast, kneading both as the young wolf's cock spilled out of its sheath.

"Shan't we talk wedding and other happy items?" he asked.

"I am just fine, Jahaliyan," the General grinned as she leaned against his father's body and pulled as his cock, sneering as the older wolf came, spilling cum onto the airship's gangplank. "but you far deserve your own happiness."

After the formalities were completed and Queen Malva released the long-lost Noblesby heir, insisting to the cougar that he call her "Aunt Malva" instead of "Queen," the King sprung into action, still hard from the General pawing him off in public, eager to discuss his new vassals and the possibilities contained therein. Secretly, he wished to fuck Athena's tits right there in the reception field, but Ryoga caught that spark in his father's eyes and quickly suggested that such business would require a formal meeting. This gave Gohrig and Malva the opportunity to ensure their formal discussions would impress the rabbit Amazon.

"I wouldn't mind completing our intercourse right here in the atrium, Your Majesty" the General said as she pushed her breasts into Gohrig's ready paws. The wolf's cock stood firm out in front of him, ready for the next go-around.

Malva smiled as she caressed Ruk's cheek, who was also hard for the way the beautiful Queen was treating him. Her own body tingled with arousal, pussy lips tender and engorged for a passionate fucking. But who would be the lucky Jahaliyan?

"It is not the time, our vassal," the Queen responded. "Issues as this sadly cannot be all fun and games."

"You've my unerring cooperation, Your Majesty," the General said with a bow of her head, holding back a moan as her King teased her nipple. "We can set a schedule for business right away."

The Jahaliyans seemed to be responding to her vassalship quite happily, but General Athena had to restrain herself--if ever so slightly--were she to be treated with professional respect. But Goddess, she thought as Gohrig grinned at her knowingly, her femmesex buzzing between her legs, I would take every one of these men with their grand cocks if given the opportunity. That lioness Sylvia has gotten me addicted to them.

With Gohrig's suggestion, the Queen volunteered to deal with Rukalor with some help.

"Sylvia, Nell, my daughters?" she called out, waving at her canine in-laws as Jasmine and Robin caught up with Sylvia and Nell. "There are many people to be summoned and several social groups our young feral needs to be introduced to," she said, "I'll need Koji, Raschid, or Jessica to research his parents' will so we know exactly what's to happen."

"Yes, m'lady!" they said, Sylvia and Nell already scarpering off.

"I'll actually need Jessica to help the General before her meeting," Ryoga interjected, bringing Athena with him. The rabbit was impressed with the respect they were giving her, treating her as a dignitary. Ryoga's paw rested on the back of her waist, and they both secretly wished that it would be lower. Many of these males would probably love to fuck her silly if given the nod.

"I want to impress your King," she said suddenly to him.

The younger wolf smiled and brushed his paw over her tail, making her shiver.

"I feel you'll do well," he said, "and I promise to work on it from my end. Not everyone gets to touch the royal cock so quickly."

"Not everyone gets an entire city of Amazons and a strategic port in one mission," she quipped as his paw drifted under her tail, making her squeal.

Queen Malva had quickly involved herself with the flight crew, getting a personal air-launch ready for later as Ruk made his acquaintance with Ryoga's wives, Robin and Jasmine. Almost naked save for dainty circlets on their heads and leather harnesses embossed with Jahaliyan calligraphy, he could tell immediately that these were the women worthy of Ruk's grand and virile prince.

"You princess. Ruk amazed at beauty," he said with a deep bow, murring as his thick cock grew hard against his thigh.

The jackal and wolf shared a secretive giggle at this feral's ardent attempt at formality--he was rather good at it--and Robin strode forward as she caught a waft of her wife's arousal. Her own was building fast as she beheld this studly Jungle Lord.

"You honor us with your presence, Lord Noblesby," the black wolf said, kissing the top of his head. "Tell me, has our husband already made a pass at you?"

"Prince stroke Ruk thigh and flutter eyes like female," he answered.

"Our boisterous, bisexual husband," the jackal commented with a grin.

The airship was soon throwing gusts of wind about the reception field, sending capes and fur blowing as the Queen strode up the gangplank. Jasmine's fennec servant blustered into the wives as she caught up to the group, having come from seemingly nowhere, pulling Nell with her. This reduced party boarded and set sail for the Blackstar Thaneship.

Ruk noticed upon his return the airship that its seats had been stripped out, leaving bulbous cushions on the wide deck. "Passenger ship made like Amazon Queen fuck-balcony," he said to his Aunt Malva. "Is purpose to this?"

The Queen was quick upon Ruk and trailed her paw down his abs, stopping just before his fur ran coarse, his plentiful cock hanging out of its sheath. "I believe it was two missions ago that you came to the rescue of my son, saving two beautiful canines the burden of widowhood. Our thanks has been a long time coming," she said, pushing the cougar feral down into the cushions, Jasmine and Robin descending upon him with their Queen.

"Such lusty gaiety," the pilot said with a grin as he pulled at the helm, setting the ship on its course.

"Eyes front!" Nell barked as she watched on, seeing the three canines form a triangle around Ruk's groin, pressing their breasts together to sheathe his impressive shaft.

"Aye, noble slut!" he responded, snapping his head forward, feeling his cock bounce against the wooden wheel's spokes as he put the ship into a gentle bank. Instead he watched his Queen and Princesses pleasure this impressively endowed male in the mirrors affixed on either side of the ship, and Nell was soon upon him from behind, one paw stroking his stiff cock and the other keeping his head turned forward.

"Ruk no cum fast!" the cougar gasped as he fought back his orgasm, the femmes around him gliding over his rock-hard mass with their generous, furry tits. "Stop be so pleasurable!"

The females giggled at him and worked harder at him, causing the cougar to roar and punch his fist into the cushion before his cock finally gave, fountaining cum onto their faces and tits to their obscene delight.

The ship made a sudden right turn, sending the cushions sliding before the ship quickly righted itself, and Ruk's swimming mind was mutedly able to make out the chastisements of Nell as she berated a pilot who decided to collapse in a pile after ejaculating all over the steering wheel.

"Have that man punished and put through flight school again," Malva growled as she wiped cum off her tits, shaking off her sticky paws. "Goddess, Rukalor; you're impressively virile. Have you not cum recently?"

"It was a great show, madam," Sapphire commented, sitting in a corner of the deck, her thighs wet with her own orgasm, fingers still resting on her clit. "Hardly could you fault one with a sex drive."

"Goddess' blessing is so that he can be pleasured and do his job properly," she responded, glaring at him as he hung his head.

"It won't happen again, m'lady," he said meekly.

Malva threw her paw back at the pile of furs cuddling on the cushions. "It will happen again and next time, _you_won't fall down!"

"I look forward to that, m'lady."

"As do I," Malva said, sampling a messy finger.

It did not take long after for the grounds to come into sight. Before them unfolded an enormous tract of land with expertly-trimmed fields butted up against vast forests. They saw many river connections to the south with more land stretching over the horizon. In the center of it all was a sumptuous mansion--a modernized castle with smooth stone walls--and the Queen only had to point at it for the pilot to take the ship down.

Two small lines of people were neatly stacked before the mansion, the estate's staff gathered eagerly to greet the found heir. The Queen mentally noted that if this were all of them, they'd be constantly busy to maintain this pristine land and castle. she herself would feel guilty employing such a skeleton crew, but then again this place was empty save for the staff.

Malva was the first off the ship, gracefully walking down the gangplank in her luscious harness and polished thigh-high boots, and the staff bowed and curtsied to her before she set foot on the spansive lawn.

"May I introduce to you the long-lost heir of Noblesby Manor," she stated as she motioned back to the gangplank, Nell standing behind a nervous Ruk and massaging his shoulders. "Lord Rukalor Noblesby!"

The cougar bashfully made his way down the plank and imitated the staff's bowing, but they were much too thrilled by his presence to notice his shaky execution.

"Ruk honored by parents' servants," he said, dazed at the sheer scope of the estate. "Ruk happy to be here."

Malva was quick to spot the surprised glints in the eyes of the manor's footmen and maids, with the head butler, a gray fox clothed in a bowtie and bib that covered his chest, with a tailcoat that flowed behind him on either side of his bushy tail, stepping forward to speak for the group. His lip was slightly curled.

"Our Lord has ... admirable ... manners for one raised in the jungle. But I wasn't aware he was so ... feral."

"I've been hard at work tutoring him," Nell responded, wrapping her arms around Ruk's thick bicep, "He's a quick learner."

The fox's brow rose, surprised at this jungle cat's clean cadence. It took him a second to register. "I do apologize; I thought he'd taken a feral lover. You're Lady Nell of Prince Miscon's Harem. Many pardons," he said with a quick kneel.

"Yes, the jungle's taken a liking to me," she said, blushing.

"Color me impressed," he remarked, then turned directly to Ruk. "Shall I show you the grounds, m'lord?"

The gray fox, was firmly genteel as he spoke of the estate's history and each room's history. He was also quite hard, his vulpine cock standing out in front of him as he turned back to the gorgeous group. His tone had taken on a foxy ribaldry, despite his florid words.

"The main room, as you see, is designed for a calm clarity of mind. This is where we gather for many a polite conversation, but we of Noblesby Manor are two kinds of stiff, if you will," he said with a chuckle, softly running the back of his knuckles over the top of his hard cock, eliciting many a giggle and titter from his aroused company.

"Once tea time is through and our chats have kindled our vehement Jahaliyan libidos, the party often flows into one of these adjoining rooms where we entertain many a sexual frivolity. This here is the orgy hall," he said as he passed into the next room, murring as his ivory balls churned with many memories, "and has been built with clean channels to ensure a most lascivious flow of events. That is the mud wrestling pit where we throw our most comely maidens in to duel for the cock of the Lord--now that you're here, of course--and on the other side, just beyond a line of showers should you decide to change your approach, there is our fuck pit. If you would please take this in; our staff is rather proud of its design."

The gray fox held out his paw, smiling with a refined coolness that contrasted with his cock, pre having amassed on its tip as it stood out before him. Malva glided past him, licking her lips as she crossed by his sexy body, and then stood at the edge of this pit.

"This is an orgy pit fit for a Duke, much less a Lord!" she stated. "Who was your designer? I must have his name."

The pit itself was a deep hole with a velvety cushioned floor, with loose pillows scattered about and a mirrored ceiling above, inside the top hatch, so onlookers and participants could watch the debauchery.

The fox's eyes sparkled with pride. "It is my own, Your Majesty."

"Can we try it?" Nell asked, Jasmine and Robin standing next to each other, stroking each others' stomachs.

"I believe that would be up to the Manor's Lord," Malva stated, grinning at Ruk, who was staring up at the reflections of the femmes, ogling their naked forms from the top-down.

"Lord Noblesby?" the Queen asked.

"Ruk fuck ... later," he decided. "This Ruk's house when rooms explored."

Goddess's blessing, the head butler cringed, his grammar's atrocious but that cock of his ... it's absolutely resplendent.

The tour proceeded through the entire morning until they broke for lunch, which was a lighter affair than what Ruk was used to but still five courses long: he didn't know most of what he ate, but it was delicious nonetheless under all these new flavors he'd never encountered in the jungle.

Ruk had been consistently quiet through all this, only speaking when spoken to, and spending most of his time staring at the paintings on the wall that contained either genteel, noble subjects such as the past owners of the estate--a long lineage of Noblesbys, grandparents of his and beyond--or expansive, explicit depictions of all kinds of sexual exploits. The rest of the party were at strong levels of sexual arousal, though Ruk was somehow only halfway.

"Ruk," Nell whispered, "is something wrong? This place is amazing!"

"All Ruk want is enough to eat, a chance to serve great Prince, and a beautiful female to fuck," he said as he grasped the tigress's breasts.

"All of that and more is available to you, my Lord!" the head butler declared. "At the Manor, you've all-day access to superlative cooking from one of Jahaliya's best chefs. Lunch was merely a trifle. Just wait until you see dinner...and what the maids will wear when serving it!"

"Where Ruk parents?" the cougar asked, staring up at the walls.

"Ah," the fox said, respectfully bowing as he realized his Lord's mood. "That is the newest renovation to the manor. They've ... a room of their own."

The group followed him in silence to a hallway that grew increasingly austere. It was clean, the brass was polished, and the carpet perfectly straight, ending in a large archway twenty feet tall, blocking the room beyond with a set of large velvet curtains.

"This is the ... new ... Noblesby Shrine," the fox said as he grasped a golden rope, eyes cast on the ground, "dedicated to their memory."

The curtains parted and Ruk gasped at the room beyond. There was one painting, massive and covering the entire back wall. It was a happy, serene commission of Lord and Lady Nobelsby, smiling with a regal gaiety and a lively twinkle in their eyes. In front were two statues, carved in their likeness. Tears came to Ruk's eyes, the fox's, and most everyone standing there. At the sight of his parents in such an ornate, impressive presentation, Ruk began to understand the scope of his heritage.

"What Ruk's parents like?" he asked, staring straight ahead. Nell, Jasmine, and Robin confided in each other, greatly concerned in the trouble held in Ruk's expression.

Queen Malva cleared her throat, effortlessly composing her moistened face.

"Your father was bold and adventurous, your mother endlessly lively and caring. The hopes they had for you ... before they lost you ... were grand."

Her words quietly echoed against the burnished wooden walls. Ruk did not seem to move. At the same time, no one dared move towards him. The butler had lifted his head to try and catch Ruk's face, but the cougar's head was turned away. Sensing a certain danger brewing in her lover, Nell pulled Jasmine and Robin with her as she backed against the wall.

Ruk suddenly let out a feral wail that shivered their very bones, and Queen Malva had to throw herself back against the wall as the jungle cat reversed direction and barrelled down the hall, out of the Mansion.

"Out, out, out!" Nell barked, slipping from between her two Princesses and taking after him in a well-practiced lope. Robin, in her brashness, chased after him as well.

"Goddess Blessing!" the Queen exclaimed, standing from the wall and brushing her fur down. "Oh behalf of the Jahaliyan Royal Court I apologize!" she said to the gray fox, who was already on his knees with his head to the carpet.

"You do me too great an honor," the butler said, "but the fault is all mine. It was too much, too fast."

"That poor child didn't know what he was asking for," she commented.

"And I thought I had trouble acclimating to my adopted culture," said Jasmine.

They found Ruk. They chased him across the entire groomed lawn of the estate and found him up in a tree a few yards into the forest. Nell clambered up the trunk and Ruk didn't flee. He was sitting on a branch weeping into his arm. Robin stood at the base, leaning anxiously against its bark.

"It's a lot to take in," she said soothingly, creeping towards him. "Is that's what's wrong?"

Ruk sniffled loudly and looked down at his paws, turning them over in front of him.

"Ruk not know who Ruk am, where take life from here. Ruk born rich but live happy in jungle; hardly remember life before. Foggy knowledge of parents, now thrown back into rich life.

"Ruk is a ranger; that's all I know!" he protested, breaking back into sobs.

Nell wrapped herself around him and stroked his head, purring to him that he wasn't alone.

"You'll have all our help, from the help of the thaneship all the way to the Crown. Look: they've come for you already," she said, gesturing down to the base of the tree where the head butler and Queen Malva had caught up to Robin, all waiting for him.

"I'm sorry if we overwhelmed you," Malva said, nodding to the fox before turning her gaze back up. "We'll do everything we can to make you happy."

"I've run this place for twenty years, though I may not look it," the butler said, "and your estate sits upon a massive cash reserve that's only flourished under my watch. Anything the estate can do for you, my Lord, is yours to ask. We can have rooms styled after your jungle sensibilities should you desire. This place is yours to change as you see fit."

The gray fox sighed and then stiffened his posture, knotting his paws behind his back.

"Now, my Lord, since these trees are not yet suited for meetings of the estate, if you would accompany us to your drawing room so we may discuss the details?.

"Ruk accept help," the cougar said with a careful nod, leaping out of the tree and landing in front of the group facing the Manor, "need help adjust."

As they walked back, Ruk visibly became more calm. Nell took this opportunity to catch up to him and speak. "Eventually, you'll become too old to survive as a Jungle Man. This mansion can be your retirement from your military service to the Crown!"

"Ruk no retire," he said, but then held up a paw as Robin moved in to object. "But can take vacation. Sleep on furry indoor grass, clean self under indoor waterfall, cook meat on indoor campfire. Ruk no get fat or used to rich life," he said, "No take jungle out of Ruk. Nell help Ruk become Lord? Nell be Lady?"

Nell gasped and clapped her paws, hopping on her feet. Had her lover just proposed to her? Or was it a proposal to propose. Either way, it had her excited beyond words.

Ruk smiled.

"It's a start," said the fox.

"Ruk had best make up his mind if there's to be a double-wedding," Jasmine said, poring over some wedding catalogues she'd stolen back from Ryoga. The head butler insisted he could take care of all the arrangements, but the Princess was quick to refuse, intent on planning her own wedding. "We can definitely make double-use of the reception. Or triple: wedding reception, welcoming the new Lord to his estate, and give General Athena a public reception for her vassalship under Jahaliya. Great excuses to pull some staff from Jahaliya's castle: that way, the manor will be fully staffed for the event and Ruk can _truly_experience what living a Lord's life can be."

Jasmine was up and down the manor, thinking aloud as she bounced ideas for her wedding with Robin and the head butler. Nell joined them as they moved into the drawing room. Ruk was sleeping on a plush red carpet in the corner.

"Won't that scare him away?" asked Robin.

"Ruk's never been shy of Jahaliya's material and sexual delights," Nell said, "it was being the center of attention in a place so formal that overloaded him."

"You know him best," the jackal agreed, plucking a quill pen from the inkwell and scribbling some notes in startlingly precise calligraphy. "A Princess's training," she said, winking as Nell stared in wonder. "Catering ... should we use the Noblesby chefs?"

"Perish the thought, dear," Malva said at the door, appearing from nowhere. "We must use our Chef Bastion; he'd be most upset otherwise."

"Mother knows best," Jasmine said as she returned to her parchment.

Back at the Palace of Jahaliya, Athena was stark naked in the center of scrubbing, massaging paws, glowing with tender lust as beautiful, busty maids roved over her. In the middle of this indulgent act, Ryoga appeared at the door with a well-trimmed red fox, one whose eyes constantly wandered. He wore a black cape and a harness that framed the front of his lithe body. The two things that immediately came to the Amazon General's attention, comparing him and Ryoga, was the difference in their postures and their cocks. Ryoga stood proudly with his chest out, making him seem twice as large as his mass allowed, and his cock stood full at attention with the gratuitous display before him.

The fox stood with his shoulders turned in, making his small body smaller, and his sheath covered any fleshy part of his gender.

"This is Spymaster Sumber," the Prince stated.

"Why are you not erect?" the General asked suddenly, then gasped as she clapped her paws over her mouth. She couldn't be rude before her Prince.

"I'm a homosexual," the fox said, "and I won't be here long."

"I see," Athena answered, sighing as she returned to a relaxed state. "I am still`new to this land; I'm finding it difficult to earn the respect of your King and his generals while still enjoying this blatant slutty culture."

"But that's exactly it," the fox said with a grin, "you can earn that respect by enjoying these powerful men and their amazing cocks." Athena saw his cock emerge from its sheath. "Why don't we work together? Gauge our attitude accurately? I work to _maintain_respect of my superiors," he said, brushing a flirty paw over Ryoga's chest.

"Very well," Athena answered, standing free of the maids, two of which were brushing her large breasts. "Let us collaborate."

King Gohrig sat at the head of his wide and polished war table, little representations of Jahaliya and its surrounding territories etched into the surface, with Jessica carefully etching Myscindyr into a corner, Ryoga's mission report sitting beside her. Accompanying the King were all his generals, sitting evenly on either side of him and discussing their new resources. Ryoga's harem was among the attendants on duty, and they milled about with beverages, reports, parchments, and light snacks, serving their superiors in frilled Jahaliyan harnesses and little lacy aprons that stopped short of their groomed nethers. The generals and King were keenly aware of their erections below the table.

Outside, Athena waited for the right time to enter with Raschid attending to her. On the other side of the wide door stood Raschid's fellow expatriate, Perditia, standing at guard with a red harness framing her large dalmatian breasts.

"You left Perslamus recently, didn't you?" she asked Raschid, both of them nodding affirmatively.

"A harsh place for women," Perditia asserted.

"And intellectuals!" Raschid added hastily. He was looking between the two femmes with his ears burning and an obvious arousal down below, thick cock swinging when he shifted his smaller body. The fennec had grown with Goddess' Blessing, but his compatriot even moreso, who was now nearly as tall as the Amazon General. The top of his head didn't reach the bottom of their breasts.

Oh, what I'd do to be smashed between these two sexy warriors. Sandwiching my head between their chests, pulling at my...

"Librarian, what was it like to lose all your clothes?"

"For Jahaliya?" Raschid said with a start, snapping out of a daze. "I'd do it for less. The library they've given me, it's perfect! And only made better by the females that come to study and fuck."

"You hardly study when I'm there," the tall dalmatian said, stroking the back of the fennec's head. Both of the femmes were aroused at his story.

"I like it here already," the General smiled, then produced a small box from under her cape. "On my signal."

"Yes, ma'am," Raschid said, taking the box and peeking inside.

Ryoga, with Corsi as his attendant, was leading the conversation before he stopped to present Athena.

"Ah, but that is a topic for later. Gentlemen! May I introduce you to the General of our new vassal warriors, Athena of Myscindyr!"

The Amazon rabbit's eyes darted about the Generals' bodies as she entered, noting that even the plainest one in the far chair was reasonably good-looking and sexy. She also saw their phalluses beneath the tables, and not a single one was the least bit soft when her grand, gorgeous form came into the light.

"I am General Athena and I pray that my territory and its noble guardians will be of use to you. Perhaps in a few ways," she quipped, getting a chuckle from her formal audience. "If it would please the council, I shall go into detail about my colony's strengths and a few key statistics, unless there are some questions for me upfront."

There were not.

With that, Athena readily pushed on with knowledge often recited to her warriors and Queen, although she encountered a few stutters in front of all these sumptuous males of the military and the Crown. Her cheeks burned hot.

I am displaying my Amazon body, buxom and hard in service to my Queen ... and now to these masterful men, my Prince and my King! Goddess, keep me focused...

She then remembered a coy tactic the Spymaster had given her that afternoon.

"Not all at once! Their battle must be hard-fought ..." he had told her with a vulpine grin.

"But that is enough about my territory. I've noticed Jahaliya's weather patterns have been quite tame; is it magic-aided or merely a good time of year? We can't give our enemies a fine summer day to attack us on; can you control it?"

"It would be the same summer day that will invigorate our warriors," one General countered, "Though Goddess may aid us as She deems. The airship you flew in on is fitted for war. A fine summer day aids our pilots greatly. Tell me, is it not stifling to fight in the humid regions of Myscindyr?"

"We Amazons always fight at full capacity." "Enough about the weather," Ryoga smiled, leaning forward in his chair. "That is only one of many topics. If you would take a seat, ma'am ... " All the males had gone limp as conversation continued to veer in intensive discussions of tactics, pertinent and probing questions about the vassal's new land to defend, and what Amazonian tactics could be adapted to augment their already diverse Jahaliyan force.

"That could be decided through war games," Ryoga concluded, tapping the table with his claw. "There we shall see the efficacy of Amazonian tactics!"

King Gohrig nodded approvingly at his son, and declared any further items to be tabled.

"Welcome to Jahaliya," he declared as he moved to shake the paw of his new General. "That chair you sit in?"

Athena's eyes went wide. Had she sat in someone else's chair? Was its General merely absent, later to call for capital punishment?

"It's yours," he said. "Jessica, if you could arrange a placard?"

"I'm not sure what to say," Athena said as she stood from her new chair at the council, suppressing a wobble in front of her new peers. "But if you'll allow me a speech on the fly, I shall declare that I am not presently with 'men' that I was raised to despise in our once-savage land, but with brothers-in-arms ready to defend Jahaliya with honour and courage."

The rabbit deftly plucked a drink from a maid's passing tray and held it aloft.

"A toast to victory!" she declared, which had the other attendants rushing to supply the rest of the council with their own, those that did not have one already. They raised their glasses and then Athena grinned.

"You've all passed my test!" she said, which surprised them. King Gohrig frowned and moved to set his drink down, but Ryoga caught his shoulder with a knowing grin. "She's a little manipulative. Remember what she did to you on the airfield?"

"You have fallen twice as much," the King said with his stern face blushing, then turned to the rabbit. "Explain your test."

Comfortable with being blatantly sexy, Athena purred as she sultrily paced around the war table. "Despite my rank, I am still new. In talking so earnestly with me about our different strategies and tactics, I confirmed that you respected me, and was one you _could_respect."

The rabbit put one knee up on the polished war table and stuck her rump out, feeling her cape fall against her moist crotch. "But I want more. And by what you were all packing when I entered the room, I figure that you fine gentlemen want the same thing."

The rabbit pulled herself up onto all fours, and looking around the room, seeing all those sheaths expand once more and their hot, horny cocks stiffen up, she squished her breasts against the table, moaning out as her cape draped over her form.

"Fellow Generals, I have your respect, but now I want your big, thick cocks."

She flung her cape off, leaving her naked with her hind quarters high in the air.

"Men to arms! All of you, fuck me!"

Delighted at this dramatic turn, the King summoned Sumber from the shadows and had him aid the high council as their lust took over and they all wanted to rush the table. First was General Lume, a tiger, who clambered up onto the table to Athena, who had turned over to see her first suitor. The fox slinked to the next General in line and fluffed his cock..

"I am General Lume, and I fuck you!" he declared as he crawled over her body, spread missionary. Athena growled lustily and threw her legs around him, rabbit and tiger clashing their hips together as he passionately fucked her in front of the council and their attendants.

"Great," an anonymous maid groused as she watched the proceedings, "it's bad enough the Prince assigned his Harem_to babysit us attendants for this meeting, but this ... admittedly _sexy female slut gets a seat at the council!"

"Did you know half of what she was saying?" Tina returned, one paw holding a tray and the other one teasing herself. "she's as much a General as the rest of them!"

The table below them already squeaking with their juices as Lume's peak approached, Athena stopped him with one paw and, carefully putting one leg over the other, pivoted around on his cock to lay on her belly. The tiger looked down at her exposed rump with animal lust. He resumed his thrusting.

"Your Majesty?" she asked between grunts, rolling over her breasts pressed flat to the table. "May I suck your cock?"

Lume automatically responded by pushing them both to the edge of the table, and the wolf King set his circlet and cape aside as he leveled his cock into her mouth, she taking it in with a hot sigh over his crotch, and then a gurgle as it hit her throat.

Ryoga patted Sumber on the chest as the fox stroked his cock, whispering into his ear. "Her first impression of the War Council is sublime," he said with a chuckle, caressing the male's tailhole with his finger. Sumber mewled and the Prince continued, "Did you give Athena the necklaces?"

"Uhf, m'lord..." Sumber groaned, his own cock hard and unattended. "They're with Raschid now. I'm only here to keep you men ready for our guest; must you tease me?

Ryoga grinned and hooked his finger up into the fox's rump, making him groan.

"You have the Prince's official rain-check," he snickered.

The two muscular males spitroasted Athena until Lume came and pulled out of her pussy with a wet slurp, trailing cum as he slipped off the messy table. The next clambered up to take his spot, pushing his shaft into Athena's creampie and then syncing his rhythm with the King's until they both erupted. The rabbit's mouth and pussy dribbled and drooled cum until two other generals took their place.

Between cocks, Athena coughed out a sticky glob and called Raschid's name. The young fennec immediately sprung to action, sliding around the back of the room with the box she'd given him open. To each of the attendants that were not Ryoga's Warrior Sluts, watching jealously, he gave an exotic jeweled necklace as a peace offering from this generous vassal. Ryoga's Harem Sluts smiled as they saw the expressions on the attendants' faces, their eyes wide as they beheld the glimmering jewels strung up before them, hanging from their paws. The grousing maid from earlier offered hers guiltily to Tina, who promptly turned her away with a blush.

After the entire War Council had taken their turn on her, coating her inside and out with their pleasure as she soaked many a muzzle and groin with hers, and now the messy rabbit lay on her back, smiling in the afterglow. "Thank you, brothers-in-arms," she chuckled weakly.

"Groomers," Sumber said as he broke away from Ryoga, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "If you would cart the weary off to be cleaned, it would be greatly appreciated. Send for a few gurneys," he said as he deftly stepped over an unconscious General Lume, "I'm not sure they will make it out otherwise."

The gurneys were fetched, enough for all the Generals, and the ones that were still awake dazedly traded old war stories with their new sister-in-arms.

Blackstar Manor was an ancient treasure of Jahaliya, and the gray fox Cadfry was beaming as John and Lydra oversaw operations to bring it back into its full glory. A full staff was now running about the place, many borrowed from Jahaliya's capital like Kestrel, as head maid, with an entire legion of lovely servants and waitresses milling about, dusting the furniture off, polishing the brass and the hardwood floors as they restored the Manor as it had been some twenty years back.

Perhaps it was his loud, clear-burning drive, or the fact that the fox kept close eyes on him, but Ruk ended up following Cadfry around and always looked at him funny when a question directed at the fox would be immediately deferred to him.

"What make older fox think Ruk know anything about candle...candle-a..."

"Candelabras? Why they're yours, my Lord!"

"No like."

"Put them away!" Cadfry called out to the staff, "Have we any torches to suit our Lord?"

Ruk nodded approvingly.

There were a few odd looks from the Blackstar staff, but their temporary head maid intercepted an open mouth about to object.

"'Tis in Lord Noblesby's tastes," she explained, "Anything he desires is your duty to perform."

Ruk heard the conversation and pressed a thumb to his chin. "If Ruk ask maid to suck cougar cock," he said, indicating the thick phallus hanging semierect before him. "Maid suck cock?"

"Lord Noblesby!" Cadfry chuckled, blushing as his own cock responded in kind. "Anything! We are a Thaneship under Jahaliya and Goddess."

The maid thus accosted had already gotten to her knees, lifting Ruk's cock to her lips as it swelled out, her lips playing with the barbed head. Ruk grunted in pleasure. Cadfry left Ruk's shoulder and replaced it with another maid, an orange otter, who playfully rubbed her breasts against him.

"Anything?" Ruk grinned as he tore the otter's harness off, making her squeal as he left her only in her maid's cap and the uniform's gartered fishnet stockings. His paw went to one orange breast as the other sat atop the first maid's head, his cock engulfed in her warm muzzle as he thrust into her.

John stood by the door, proudly looking on as his friend seemed to finally loosen up and play with the many lusty servants ready to serve under Jahaliya's tradition of sexy conduct. He himself stood in dignified lust, happy as his own body pulsed with delight.

At that moment, Nell came in through the set of double doors facing Ruk, ones leading back to the dining room, all decked out in honorable Jahaliyan garb: only a cape and jewels, with the rest of her buxom tiger body exposed for her audience ... and herself.

Surprised by her sudden appearance, Ruk came like a shot, the maid in his crotch gulping down his seed. The cougar looked on her with embarrassment and fear: would she be mad at him for this quick tryst with his waitstaff? He opened his mouth to explain, his paw flying from the otter's breast and hiding behind his back, but Nell was quick to speak.

"Ruk!" she giggled, grinning as her own surprise turned to delight. "My serious jungle ranger; are you enjoying yourself?"

Ruk nodded, dazed by his orgasm.

"All right!" Kestrel called out with a clap of her paws. "Our Lady needs a moment alone with the Lord; everyone out!"

The mouse maid flitted about the room, pulling the two maids off of Ruk and scooting them, Cadfry, and John out the door. When she passed by Lady Nell again, she tapped the tigress on the breast. "Now's the time," she whispered with a wink, prompting her.

The doors closed on the Lord and Lady of Blackstar Manor, and the cougar smiled on her as he approached, bowing as he'd seen the royals and Cadfry do before him.

"Is Nell happy?" he asked.

"I...why yes," she said, but Ruk caught her hesitation.

"What is wrong?"

"Rukalor," she said, bringing out his full first name, then taking a deep breath before continuing with what she was hiding within, "I thank you for making me an acting Lady as part of this impressive thaneship you've acquired, but ... what use does that make me to you? Am I not a ... gold digger?" she asked, invoking the gutter language of other kingdoms.

Ruk gave a devilish smile and folded his arms over his broad chest, stepping forward and wiping a drop of cum from the floor with his footpaw. "You ... latrine digger, maybe..." he said, "but you deserve all Manor. Have it and I'll sleep in the trees," he said, gesturing about to the paintings and old wood, "you loved me when I was in jungle. A savage. Now I have man-jungle to manage. Is the same, but with candelabras."

Nell smiled at his jokes, but she saw through them as well. The look on her face collapsed under seriousness, and a bolt of imploring. This gave Ruk great pause, and he hesitantly advanced upon his lover when he saw such a face upon her: he'd never seen his brash jungle lover so graven.

"Ruk ... you were raised in the jungle ... will you ever take leave of it? Will you retire?"

The cougar turned away from her and growled deep in his throat. The weight of fear she was pressing down on him was tangible, as if she'd handed it to him directly and the load tore at his biceps.

"Ruk _is_jungle," he growled, pushing out his chest as he faced her again. "Jungle _make_Ruk strong. Ruk continue to be strong by being in jungle. Is jungle not good for Nell?" he asked, swinging his paw out again to the burnished walls, the polished brass, and the commissioned portraits..

Nell knew what he meant: even with this load of luxury placed in his lap, he would continue his warrior ways. To him, it just meant that he'd hang his spear on gold hooks and lay down on expensive downy cushions in between the battles he'd always fought. She lunged forward and put her paw on his chest, resisting her tears as she felt its rock-hard defiance.

"Ruk, if you live as a savage you will die a savage. If the jungle is your home, then it will consume you ... alone and in pain."

The cougar's muzzle drew a grim line as he looked off to the next battlefield: "That is the jungle way."

Nell let out a sharp cry and beat against Ruk's chest. The cougar stood there and took her fists' strong pummels, wincing as the pain crept through his jungle-hardened body. Eventually the tigress relented, escaping from the room as tears coursed from her paws, pressed tightly to her eyes.

Ruk caught up to her in the next room, hanging from the door as Nell sobbed alone. This was the pleasure room, with its mudpit, showers, and the pit of cushions, and it was currently empty, having been prepared ahead of time. She readily accepted his embrace as he had hers earlier in the forest of the thaneship, and Ruk talked soothingly into her ear, pricked for him.

"Ruk left in jungle," he said, "not born there but abandoned. Jungle accept Ruk, and Ruk rule over jungle to protect animals against Poacher Queen."

Nell sniffled, hearing him, but pushed past his protestations and set a paw on his thigh.

"You don't have to carry the load alone, Rukalor," she said, "the Amazons are now in our employ, and your position as Ranger? Others can carry that load; it's not yours alone."

Ruk grunted at this observation, nodding at her logic.

"The jungle is full of animals, but Jahaliya is full of people," she said, "why not serve a thriving kingdom? It's so destructive for you to go it alone."

"Ruk die for Prince, then. Is way of jungle tribe."

Nell sighed, amused by his logic but still insistent to push.

"A noble cause," she observed, and then turned to face him, grabbing onto his shoulders. She looked at him straight in the eyes, her own passion burning within. "I know you would die for the Prince, but will you do it for the whole of Jahaliya, not just for its jungles?"

"Ruk think that reasonable."

"And when the time is right," she said, squeezing his arms, "and when the Prince releases you from duty, would you please live for me?"

Ruk looked about the place, seeing the Noblesby line all hanging from the walls, happy couples with a powerful thaneship under them, they together and embracing each other for unseen artist. A stinging sensation came to his eyes as he realized the stubborn selfishness he'd buried underneath his platitudes.

"...yes," he said, pulling his tigress closer, "Ruk live for Nell after time for Jahaliya is served. Ruk and Nell live in Manor, together."

Nell smiled, overjoyed. "Does that mean...?"

A devilish grin crossed Ruk's face for a second time. "Did Ruk stutter?" he asked, kissing her on the lips.

The embrace itself was short-lived, as after the tigress had pressed her face against her cougar's she quickly stood and pulled him with her, seeking out Jasmine in the dining room, who was hard at work with a scroll in her hand, directing traffic for the ceremony.

"Jasmine!" Nell asked, pulling Ruk by his paw. "Is it not too late for one extra for the ceremony?" The jackal flashed a brilliant grin on her face, seeing love flourish before her eyes. "But of course," she purred, "I had contingency plans written for this very possibility. But there's one unfortunate twist ..."

Nell leaned in, puzzled. Jasmine wasn't usually so esoteric. "Is there a problem?" The jackal giggled, adjusting the jade-gold necklace that lay across her breast, stashing her quill pen behind her ear. "Mother's just added to my gift registry. She was conservative on your enthusiasm of being wed!"

"Our own Queen; a wager!" Nell laughed, patting Ruk on the chest. "Well, she should be good for it."

"Yes," the wolf-queen of Jahaliya purred, effortlessly passing by them, "Gold and silk for the newlyweds and for my son's new vows. It is no trouble. Our Goddess's Blessing is one we maintain through our blood, sweat, and cum."

It was a sunny day with a light mist that made all attendees' fur a little more plush as servants wandered about the place, putting on the final touches. Ruk was nervous, dressed in an excellent rendition of his Ranger garb that the Blackstar tailors had specially made for this day. It was tribal enough with the arm bands and the banners hanging from his body, but cut from fabric impossible to find in a harsh animal setting.

Ruk was away from his bride, during preparations for the wedding, meeting with the war council of Jahaliya and a new family he'd be marrying into. He was exceptionally nervous, scratching at the back of his neck when people weren't looking, worrying that they would not accept him being the savage he was. General Athena was the first to address Ruk as he entered the side-room of the Manor, the bunny smiling brightly at him as she ushered him through the door.

Ruk quickly recognized her and she responded, just as sharp.

"You Myscindyr," he growled.

"And you are the sudden heir to an aristocratic territory of Jahaliya," she chuckled, bracing her body as his also tensed up. The two warriors made eyes at each other, with Athena confidently leading. She thrust her chest out at him, and Ruk blushed as her heavy breasts hovered shortly before him.

"You very friendly for Myscindyr," he said, his sheath swelling.

"We're all Jahaliyans, now," she said as she led him into the room, taking one of his paws and placing it on her breast, and he readily squeezing it, purring in his throat, "We are no strangers to business nor are we pleasure; isn't that right, gents?"

Athena now was addressing the war council, who turned to their new sister-in-arms with a smile and salute. The room itself was a soothingly casual one, with cushions, couches, and chairs gratuitously interspersed about a low table in the middle. They were all in formal dress--capes, boots, harnesses, cocks out and proud--but everyone was lounging. They were all waiting for the wedding.

"Ah, so this is our new cohort!" General Lume said, the tiger smiling at the cougar entering the room. "A Ranger ready for the council." He did not stand, but respectfully made a small bow from his chair. "Our Prince Ryoga has given us your many reports from scouting so wide an area," he said. "You'd not yet joined us and already you've helped us greatly!"

"You've helped us, too," Athena purred, stroking Ruk's firm stomach, tickling the base of his sheath, "When Myscindyr caught a glimpse of you, angling through the trees as we worked out our terrible history with Jahaliya, the size of your cock quite intrigued us. You were a sign that Jahaliyan men could be as robust as we Amazons--and we still mention it to this day."

"Ruk serve jungle," he humbly chuckled, waving his paw, "But if Ruk so impressive to you people, Ruk willfully join."

"Rumor has it you'll return to the jungle, to the field; is this correct?" a second General asked.

The cougar flexed his body, baring his teeth in a grin. He was encouraged by this sudden attention, playfully fondling Athena as she fondled him back. "Ruk can fight, why not Ruk fight?"

General Lume chuckled, holding a striped paw to his chin. "All well and good. I had a cousin who also was a thane to Jahaliya. He became an officer, but always favored the barracks instead."

"And once you retire," the second General added, grinning at the luscious display, "and even before, frankly, you could be a valuable trainer for Jahaliya in jungle fighting and survival. We could send an entire unit with you to the jungle for exercises."

There was a knock at the door. Athena looked toward it, and Ruk leaned back to crack it open. It was Nell.

"Pardon me, gentlemen and woman," the tigress said. The war council gave a quick bow to her, recognizing her as the bride to their new Ranger. "But he's also good with herbs. Savagely good. Also useful!" she chimed in before shutting the door.

"She'll make a good partner," Athena observed as she pulled Ruk close to her. The cougar nibbled on her cheek, and then they briefly kissed. "My own Queen thought highly of her, from what little she saw."

The door cracked again. "And you're plenty welcome in our bed, Myscindryan! Anytime!" Nell called out. The door shut again before they heard her footsteps scurrying away.

"Ruk will marry now," the cougar laughed as he slipped from Athena's grasp, instead setting her into a couch alongside him. "You all make great with compliments, but Ruk ready to start this complicated ritual."

On their way out toward their staging area, a good half-hour before the ceremony began, this wedding party came to Agnes, Blackstar's Dowager Countess, an older cougar (and Ruk's great-Aunt) who wore upon her older, though admirable, body a translucent shift. She looked upon the young heir stonily, hooks of scorn tugging at the corners of her lips.

Cadfry readily stepped in to introduce her, but she held out a paw to silence him before he was through. A chill came over Ruk and the others.

"I've already seen the jungle decorations crafted for the second wedding; there are primitive torches burning in the halls of this venerable manor. You'll forgive my sharp tongue," she growled, "but I hope someone as crude and awkwardly mannered as you can live up to Lord Blackstar."

Cadfry cleared his throat and awkwardly chimed in, "Lord Rukalor is cut from the same cloth, though perhaps follows a different pattern ... "

Great-Aunt Agnes glared reproachfully at the gray fox, then continued. "Lord Blackstar was a randy gentleman, capable of pleasing many femmes and still able, afterwards, to make his wife cry out in delight. I and the Manor wonder if you, sir, can please the Goddess."

"I'm to be the Lord's wife, madam!" Nell countered, and Agnes grinned as she recognized the tigress' raiment.

"I see he's attracted the interest of one of the Prince's harem. I am encouraged, but I'll need more conclusive proof before I accept my great-nephew as the proper Lord of Blackstar. Adieu."

The cougar promptly bowed and left down the hall.

Ruk's ears sagged, dejected as her words rang in them. Seeing this, Nell came up close to her husband and began pulling at his cock. "There, there, Lord Rukalor," she spoke soothingly, "You'll get your chance to prove yourself...and you definitely will."

Nell purred as his massive shaft grew hard in her paws.

At the double-wedding, in which a harpsichord played a light and austere tune, Ruk and Nell went first, with Ryoga, Jasmine, and Robin serenely watching, holding each other in a happy embrace. Sylvia was behind them, waiting. As the jungle-mates arrived at the altar, they held onto each other by their special parts; Nell held Ruk's cock while Ruk cupped Nell's breast.

"They look so happy together," Ryoga said with a grin.

"Almost as happy as us," Jasmine said, brushing down a fold in her fully-opaque gown. The jackal was wearing a traditional niqab and burqa, a garment from her homeland with one peculiar exception.

"Robin," Sylvia whispered, pulling the wolf back, "Isn't your wife's 'traditional' garment a little tight to be modest? It's clinging to her ... everything."

The wolf shrugged in response, coyly grinning at the lioness. "I haven't a clue what you're talking about. It looks fine to me."

Once Nell and Ruk reached the podium at the end, their officiant gracefully nodding, Ryoga took Jasmine by a similar method while his wife Robin served as their Maid of Honor, bringing up the rear.

At the altar, the four exchanged vows in short fashion, excited but none too hasty to finish the ceremony: the pleasure after this business. They exchanged rings and the couples kissed each other, Robin sneaking in a few with her husband and her now-official wife, and then Jasmine parted from them to address the crowd.

"I came to this land as part of a greedy and insensitive trade," she said, sighing as she pulled the flap of her niqab away from her face. "We didn't know much about this land or its rules; all I expected was humiliation and rape--not that the concept of 'rape' exists in my old country. However, on all counts I was pleasantly surprised. More than overwhelmed," she said, cupping her paws against her front, feeling the fabric cling. "This is a land of industry and justice, of light spirits and rich sexuality. The Goddess blesses us all."

There was a murmur of agreement from the crowd, their heads nodding in unison. Perditia and Raschid, also expatriates, let out a quick cheer, remembering their own horrible land.

"It's a land of happiness," she snapped, "and I am now the opposite of what I could have ever been in my homeland. I have the opposite of what I would deserve in my homeland: a kind, loving husband, friends that respect me for who I am, which is very important, Jahaliya."

The jackal pulled her headpiece free and tossed it behind her in a flippant, carefree act. She then rested her paws on the collar of her gown. "Flying in the face of my cruel, spiteful father, to whom I owe nothing, I am Princess Jasmine of Jahaliya. I'm beautiful, I'm sexual, so fuck him and fuck me too!"

Her voice raised to a triumphant boast as she tore her dress down to the navel, revealing her buxom body, breasts bared for the whole congregation. "Guards!" she cheered, to which a sedan of strapped, studly soldiers ran into the room from the side doors, their cocks swinging. They picked up their prince and lay him on the altar, one of them pulling his cock into hardness as Jasmine wiggled out of her clothes and climbed atop him, pushing her wet netherlips against the head of his shaft.

"To the reception!" she shouted, thrusting her hips down on Ryoga's and grunting as they sped into a full fuck. The guard that had masturbated Ryoga lifted his helmet and winked at the wolf Prince. Spymaster Sumber was then gone before the wolf could thank him. Ryoga instead grabbed Jasmine's hips and thrust hard into her pussy.

"Well," the Dowager said as she followed the crowd into the orgy hall, the humping newlyweds waving them on, promising to catch up, "this occasion is proving promising."

The orgy hall was all primped and ready, with a few tables both low and high streaking the center with many beanbags and cushions laying about, a few regular chairs thrown in for good measure. The crowd was already playfully groping each other as they entered, but upon Cadfry's insistence--who was having trouble warding off Athena following behind this poncy little butler and groping his sac and chest--the guests all made it to their reserved cushions, beanbags, and chairs, sitting as politely as they could in a room quickly starting to smell of sex.

"Respected General of Jahaliya!" Cadfry protested as she squeezed his full knot, making him shoot pre in front of his waitstaff, "if you would just give me five minutes!" he hissed at her.

Athena giggled and let him be, instead taking her place between two Generals.

"All right, that's plenty!" Ryoga's silvery voice called as he entered the hall, cock swinging between his legs and dripping what cum he'd not put into Jasmine, who followed behind him with messy, dripping thighs. The crowd turned respectfully to him and watched as he led his wife to her seat, then cleared his throat to address them.

"I'll be keeping this speech short," he said, "as we have plenty of indulgences to get through. That is ... plenty of each other." A wave of chuckles rumbled from his audience. He held up his paws. "I would like to thank Goddess for being blessed with such great parents, my wives; my stupendous harem and friends."

Jasmine watched the wolf's cock wave back and forth as he spoke, licking her lips as it would bounce against his thigh.

"But I'm sure the rest of you have plenty to be thankful for, so without further ado I ... oh ..."

The jackal was facing him on her knees, her tail up and creamy cunny on display for her guests. She slid Ryoga's cock into her mouth and began to suck greedily.

"You all know me as the calm, quiet type," Robin said with a smirk, standing and feeling her girlhood tremble. "But I wasn't always this way! I was quite the spitfire in Miss Sylvia's class at Prep School. I was a hellion back then; wasn't I, John?"

The Majordomo raised his paw and saluted her, his other paw busy as Kestrel leaned back while he teased her clit. "Only difference I see now is the amount of clothes," he said, laughing.

Robin put her hands on her hips, grunting as her fur rubbed against her swollen netherlips. In her periphery she saw her ex-schoolmate Tina crawl over to her and grasp her leg. "And with our clothes went our prudishness! Now we are so wonderfully naked; we're free! And deliciously slutty; isn't that right, Tina?" she asked as the skunk reached up into the damp insides of her thighs. "Oh, fuck me right now," she grunted, trembling as she sat back down on her cushion, pulling Tina in to kiss her full in the muzzle.

"It's been an unbelievable pleasure!," Nell said as she stood, Ruk then climbing up behind her. His muzzle began angling under her tail, and she blushed, stammering as she tried to keep her composure, "I thought I was bad as a boy-crazy schoolgirl! Now I'm a naked randy warrior, finding my true ... oh fuck ... finding my true love in a wonderful cougar in an amazing sexual jungle fanta ..." a purr interrupted her sentence and she bent over the table, Ruk burying his muzzle under her tail and rasping against her sensitive pucker with his rough feline tongue.

Sylvia stood next, guards on either side of her caressing her breasts. Her arms were over their shoulders; she inclined her chin like a proper schoolmistress. "Never did I think I would revel in anything else but the raising of proper, well-behaved girls. And I was correct," she said, dropping her paws to grasp her escorts' firm buns, smiling as she watched her old students devolve into salacious displays of affection. "You girls are behaving just wonderfully!"

Ruk stood after Nell fell back into her chair, panting with a mad blush on her cheeks. "Ruk proud jungle cat, but Ruk proud of Blackstar Manor, too. Will be back many times to fuck like this!"

At that, on Cadfry's signal, a giant cake was rolled out and placed in the center of the tables, narrowly dodging Athena, who had been making steady advances toward the much smaller Raschid. With a clap of Cadfry's paws, the cake burst open, a naked and buxom dancer leaping out and sliding across the table on her knees to embrace Ruk, getting frosting all over him.

"Welcome, Lord Noblesby, to Blackstar Manor!" she called out. It was the orange otter he'd groped earlier. Ruk let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uh, Ruk need return to jungle; this plenty for one visit."

The otter cooed and leaned back, displaying her naked, caked-up body to him. "Aww! You sure?" she asked, "but we just begun! And Jahaliya's Chef Bastion worked so hard on the cake. I helped with the milk! There's special prep involved."

"Ruk not sure. You pretty, but ..."

As her husband stammered out a flimsy excuse, Nell looked down the table to see his great-Aunt Agnes frowning at them. If he chickened out now, she'd make it a lot rougher for him...

"C'mon, love, enjoy more of the perks of Jahaliyan Nobility!" she said, squeezing at his balls as she pushed him toward the table. "Smell that cake..."

Ruk's nose caught the sweet pastry, and that, along with the sight of the otter's lewd pose and bodacious body, drove him onto the table to pounce her into the rest of the cake. The crowd cheered at this sudden feral act, and their Lord was on top of her and inside her with the speed of a skilled Ranger.

Athena then stood and clapped her paws on the table, sending a boom throughout the room. "My armor now protects me only from the blows of weapons, not the judgmental stares of others. I, too, proudly display my body for women and men alike, for I embrace Jahaliya's respect and lust! With it, I am invincible!"

Robin got John's attention with a daft wave of her paw. The dessert tray passed behind him as the two silently communicated across the long table. Once the wolf grinned, pointed at the Amazon General, and then thrust her cupped paw toward her face, John smirked and got the message. The mouse mage grabbed a cream pie off the dessert tray and threw it with amazing speed and accuracy, hitting Athena in the face.

Athena squealed as the cream ran down her and she massaged it into her fur, groaning out "Praise to Jahaliya and its Prince. Praise be a mighty cock."

Cadfry was ready for this one, too, and with a second clap of his paws summoned a second massive cake. Athena was able to clear her eyes of pie as the cake exploded in front of her, summoning a hung bull who wiggled free of the pastry. The titterings of John, Myscindyr's former foe and prisoner, caught her ear, and so Athena snapped to attention, raising her cream-smeared face as dignified as the situation would allow.

"Welcome to Jahaliya!" the bull cheered.

"Stand by my chair!" she barked. "So I may enjoy your cock. Make haste!" Ruk managed to free his head from the mound of cake that surrounded him and the dancer under him, and under a pile of pastry that flaked from his face he said, "Ruk welcome all to Blackstar Manor! Lord Rukalor take full residence after discharge."

His guests cheered him as the massive, muscular cougar suddenly trembled.

"Um, and not this discharge," he said, his consort below him laughing as she pulled herself up on him.

"To the mud-pits!" Ryoga roared, raising his free paw as the other held the back of Jasmine's head, he passionately humping her muzzle. "Let the games begin; girls, wrestle to pleasure your Lord!"

Many of the maids, along with Ryoga's harem and Athena, charged the mud-pits to queue up, playfully manhandling each other as they talked trash, bragging how they would be the one to fuck Lord Noblesby first.

"Hey lover," Lydra said as she walked past John, smacking him on the ass. John jumped and turned to his panther. "Why don't you and I commentate for these lusty ladies; make this a real wrestling match?"

The mouse grinned and hooked his arm around hers, leading her to a table by the pits, then helped form the rest of the femmes into lines, matching them up. Ryoga stood behind them with his wives in his arms, nodding at the two as the games were set up. Ruk was directed to a special chair at the head of the mud-pits: it sat higher than the rest and put him on display as much as it did the buxom femmes below to him.

"These are your shifts, ladies," Cadfry declared as he passed out skimpy, translucent nightgowns. "Bonus points shall be awarded to your opponent should she succeed in sundering it from your body. To the delight of us all, of course," he said with a bow, to a rumble of hoots and howls. "At the challenge of Majordomo John, here, the first two of you shall commence in filthy, lusty, paw-to-paw combat."

The head butler put on a mischievous grin, quite unlike him, and gestured to John and Lydra at their table. The Majordomo sat down and launched right into it.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen, we have an epic event laid out for you tonight here at the Blackstar Manor, home of its recently ascended Lord Rukalor Noblesby and its fantastic cast of horny, slutty waitstaff. Up first, we have Jane, a lovely orange otter who generally tends to the Western Hall; she's the one polishing all the wood tonight and I don't think she'll be stopping at the banisters and endtables! Going up against her is Elizabeth, a sensual husky who filled this mudpit in the first place; she's informed me this dirt is imported from the Myscindyr region and is extra silky. Gets into all sorts of places with no irritation. Isn't that beautiful, Lydra?"

"It sure is," the panther purred, her paw teasing the head of John's cock. She shouted, "Let's get it on!"

Ruk sat above the two maids with his chin on his fist, an intrigued grin on his face. His cock was erect, engorged and he fully enjoying it, his ranger mind steadily analyzing their moves. They were amateurs, to be sure, but their effort was commendable. And delightfully erotic: the Jungle Lord watched as they flailed about each other, tearing at each others' shifts, exposing their excellent bodies as they plunged into the mud, rolling about the muck and soaking their fur. Ruk got a little jolt, a little spurt of pre, when he would spy an exposed pussy, and when their breasts would collide.

"Ruk love Blackstar," he growled, smirking.

The maids continued for a long time; their shifts were in tatters by the end and as their fatigue set in, the two seemed more intent on each others' caresses than about fighting. That is, until Elizabeth pushed Jane and pinned the poor otter to the wall, tearing off the last bit of the otter's sleeve and victoriously sticking the fragment between her breasts.

Ruk promptly stood, dusting his paws off as his cock swung before him, he marching down to the pit and watching as Cadfry pulled the loser out. As soon as the otter's foot cleared the ring, the cougar leapt in and gave the husky a messy, passionate fucking. The dog and cat both roared with pleasure.

"Lydra, I can't believe it!" John said as the panther swallowed his cock, keeping her throat open as the mouse filled her face. "I don't think I've seen a better display of clean, consensual sexual aggression here today! Jahaliya is definitely the Kingdom of the Goddess. We are truly blessed."

"Bring other one to Ruk!" he called out as he pulled out of the husky, she falling into the mud and catching arcs of his cum on the way down, "Bring all sluts to Ruk! All everyone fuck!"

It was his crowning, his manor, and so many of the girls flocked to their new Lord of the Manor, this King of the Jungle. They were all over him and he, all over them, as tender bits were groped; holes prodded, licked, and penetrated; mud flung everywhere as their juices intermixed. Ruk brought one maid to orgasm and then quickly pounced the next. He was a sexual dynamo today and he felt no signs of fatigue, no chance of stopping.

Nell slid her way to the Dowager, she gyrating lewdly between many interconnected guests, groping a few butts on the way as males and females ground passionately against each other. She bumped shoulders with Agnes and grinned.

"So, how's he doing?" she snarked as another maid crawled out of the mudpit, trembling and groaning on the floor. Cadfry delicately led this one, too, to the showers.

"His efforts are ... adequate," the older cougar said, her forefinger against her chin. "I suppose he will do."

Nell braced herself as an angry flash shocked her fur and bones. "Adequate?!" she exclaimed with a crack in her voice. Geez, lady, what's got your goat?

"My dear, Blackstar is a venerable estate. We can't just let ... you'll pardon me, I'm feeling a bit funny."

The cougar looked down at her chest. Her nipples were rock hard and there was a tremulous tingle that tickled her abdomen. The age that had showed around her eyes began to vanish, her fingertips, toes, everything crackled with excitement--she felt wet!--and suddenly Agnes was fifty years younger tonight.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried as she tore her shift from her renewed, buxom body, revealing light jewelry that bedecked her nude, sexy form. "Rukalor is a fine Lord; long reign Blackstar!" she cheered, getting from the growling, moaning crowd a cheer in response.

"Mistress of the Bow!" Agnes called out, slinking her firm cougar body between humping couples and threesomes. Natasha responded readily, pulling her hips off a fennec's face and hopped on over to the Dowager.

"You called, Ladyship?" the rabbit curtseyed.

The cougar kissed her lightly on the lips, then curtseyed in return. "Join me in the dance of lust. This is only part of the Blackstar Wedding Ritual."

As Natasha and the Dowager broke into lewd gyrations, showing and then not showing themselves as they moved their sensual bodies around the party in measured unison, the orgy got a second spark of life, jolting into a second lustful rush.

"I knew that Ruk was the true heir," the young-struck cougar whispered to the rabbit as they slid against each other back-to-back, her paws running down Natasha's sides, "I had a spell."

"Then why all the grief you gave him?" Natasha asked as she turned around, pushing her breasts against Agnes's back as she cupped the cougar's jaw in her paws, then ran them down the cat's pulsating body.

"I had to see for myself. I trust the Goddess, but can't I see some of the sexy wonders She does?"

Natasha chuckled, looking sidelong at a few males who had all lined themselves atop femme maids, all pistoning between their consorts' breasts in unison. "Even in our lusty luxury, we can be jealous of Her."

The two shared a quick kiss, setting some of the males off and launching others into another partner swap. The orgy seemed to grow closer together, with twosomes becoming threesomes, threesomes becoming four; the energy, sound, and musk churning like a restless tempest as it broke against the salty rocks.

The party finally wound down like a great thunderstorm dissipating and settling into fog. Cadfry was up and about, gently pulling himself off of Spymaster Sumber's fox-knot before rousing select waitstaff that were not too waylaid by the lusty events. The gray fox quickly set them to brushes, towels, and spray-bottles, cleaning the partiers as they slumbered and snored.

"Glad we had the floor varnished last week," he chuckled.

Ruk and Nell were up on Ruk's viewing chair, one sitting on either armrest, viewing their new Thaneship. They saw Ryoga and Jasmine walk up to them, both stumbling with a pleasurable limp. Suddenly, with his years of good breeding, the Prince seamlessly clapped his heels and bowed regally. Jasmine mirrored him perfectly.

"My most sincere congratulations, Lord Rukalor Noblesby of Blackstar," he said in his caramel-smooth baritone, to which Nell and Ruk nodded gracefully, a little tired for words.

Robin and Athena, Princess and General of Jahaliya, approached next. The two spirited females had found temporary partners in each other, and lay conquest to many males that day. "So, how's royalty?" Robin asked, grunting as Athena's paw found its way between her thighs.

The Jungle King chuckled and swung his paw out to the mass of bodies. "Many advantages," he sagely declared, and then suddenly stuck his forefinger up at a thought. "Endless luxury. Endless lust," and then pointed at his cock, which was still semi erect and leaning against his calf. "Why?"

Robin spotted the cake dancer, Jane the otter, in the mass of bodies. "It's the same feeling that I had at a ceremony in which I danced in an entire bottle of Jahaliyan milk. It's the Goddess' Blessing, received in return for Her presence and pleasure at our events."

"Ruk fuck, Ruk get blessed?"

"He's very astute," Ryoga openly observed, smiling at the cougar. Their cocks responded to each other, which made the smaller wolf blush.

"Ruk thankful for all you've done, Your Majesty Prince," he said, sliding off the armrest and proceeding down the stairs, erection swinging. Ryoga, in turn, stood away from Jasmine and approached Ruk, his own cock stiff. "Ruk repay Prince. How?"

It was sexual magnetism that brought them together, and soon Ryoga was against Ruk's chest, Ruk's massive cock up against his chest, the two looking into each others' eyes before their minds could register what was happening. Ryoga cleared his throat, angling his muzzle up towards the cougar's, pointed down.

"It would require a large deposit," the wolf murred, stroking Ruk's powerful hip, "and could be paid in installments."

The cougar looked at him strangely, unused to his entendres, but when he felt a squirt of pre run down the inside of his thigh, the Prince's cock pulsing, Ruk understood enough.

"Wolf Prince need more loving," he declared, and then threw the Crown of Jahaliya over his shoulder and carried him to the fuck pits, to the cheers of everyone who was awake. Those cheers awoke the rest, and soon everyone, in varying states of sleepiness as sexual rubble, watched with glee as the Lord play-fought with the smaller Prince, then man-handled him again as he lifted him up, gave his rump a good licking, and then lay him on his back, legs in the air, the wolf's cock against his stomach, and penetrated him.

The happily married nobles, Nell, Robin, and Jasmine, watched with satisfied smiles.

"He's serving his Prince by making him a Princess," Nell chuckled, her cheek burning in the palm of her paw.

"There's three Princesses, then," Robin quietly laughed, patting Lady Nell on the knee.

"You jest," Jasmine smiled at the two, "but you all be ready. This will only serve to fire our Prince up, sore bottom or not."

"What a massive cock," Athena interjected, having made her way behind the three.

The femmes watched in amazement as Ruk drove his heavy girth into the smaller wolf's body, his hips slapping against Ryoga's firm buns. The wolf was in ecstacy, pre squirting from his relentlessly bouncing cock as the Jungle Lord fucked his sexy ass.

"I'm sure I can last longer than him. I have to!" Nell said, leaning easy sandwiched between Ryoga's wives. "The Prince can't take a cock better than I can. Can he?"

"I think he is," Jasmine purred, leaning back and teasing her nipples.

With a loud roar, Ruk grabbed hold of the Prince and lifted him up, holding his body out straight as he came hard into it, the wolf mewling and howling in pleasure as he received his large deposit, hot cougar cum filling him before it started running down his tail.

"Goddess!" was all he could manage as his stomach bulged, filled to the brim.

Ruk lay him down on the edge of the fuck-pit, remaining balls-deep for the time being.

"Plenty of Prince for all Jahaliya!" he shouted, to which femmes and men started crawling towards them. Ryoga's cock was plenty hard. And as his subjects and lovers beset the smaller wolf, launching into a more reserved, dignified sort of love pile, Ruk put his paws behind his head and watched another excerpt of Jahaliyan pleasure unfold.

"This not bad place," he said to himself as he gave the Prince's ass a few courtesy thrusts, "Me retire here, someday. Fifty years."