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Chapter 63

Jonathan hadn't brought a hunting rifle with him to Wandourg, so that afternoon, he was permitted to take one from the royal collection before setting out with Ben. Princess Alexandria was beside herself with excitement and insisted on making a hunting party of it. She invited her brother Prince Adrian and his son Prince Florian, and Jonathan knew better than to protest, though he secretly loathed her entire family. Especially Prince Adrian, who had dropped several hints about the nasty things he had done to Corene while she was still a sex slave.

Before long, Jonathan found himself riding through the forest outside Norwich, with Princess Alexandria on one side, Prince Adrian on the other, and the younger prince riding in the rear with Ben.

Following even further behind was a contingent of royal guards -- Great Danes all -- who had been sent along by the king to guard his royal children and grandson. The Great Danes kept their distance, as the sheer number of them could have easily ruined the hunt. And when the hunting party entered the forest, only two royal guards continued with them.

Alexandria peered with serious green eyes into the gloom of the forest. She was riding at Jonathan's side on a sturdy auburn mare, a rifle on her back, shapely in tan riding breeches and a white coat. Her voluminous red mane had been gathered at the base of her neck in a thick tail, and her high breasts rode with each step of her mare's light hooves.

Prince Adrian was dressed in a red riding coat and tan breeches. He chewed on a cigar stub as he pulled his rifle from his back and quietly loaded. Behind him, his son was dressed identically and watched his father with awe.

The princess rolled her eyes. "What are you doing?" she demanded of her brother.

"What's it look like?" the prince snapped around his cigar. "I heard one of the things. It's watching us."

"Nonsense," Alexandria said at once. "You couldn't have heard it before me." Her ears pricked forward and she listened hard.

Prince Adrian rolled his eyes. "Right. I forgot you're an expert. My apologies, darling sister," he said sarcastically.

But Jonathan knew Alexandria_was_ considered an expert. Alexandria's marksmanship was famous, and her love of the Hunt even more famous than her skill. Her subjects called her the Wild Huntress of Hollyn, as that was the name of the forest outside of Norwich. She had bagged more foxes in Hollyn than anyone else in Norwich and possibly the entire kingdom.

"No one likes a jealous git," Alexandria sang, not looking at her brother as she listened.

"Me jealous? Tuh. You would like that," said her brother indifferently. "Anyway . . ." He cast a long eye over Jonathan and smiled. "I thought your lover here was the expert." He continued loading his rifle as he said to Jonathan, "Aren't you and your family supposed to be Beasts of the Chase? The greatest hunters across the nine kingdoms? And all that rot."

Prince Florian laughed derisively. "They're the greatest hunters, but Grandfather says they don't even believe in the Hunt."

Alexandria glanced uncertainly at Jonathan, and it was clear she was struggling with believing her nephew. "Shut up, both of you. It's not true. Jonathan loves to catch a good fox. Don't you, darling?"

"I wager I'll bag the first one," Jonathan said, not looking at any of them.

Prince Adrian looked at him curiously, his horse dancing restlessly on the spot. "What are you wagering?"

"Your son's virginity," Jonathan answered, and behind him, Prince Florian blushed uncomfortably.

Princess Alexandria laughed her tinkling laugh. "Oh my. This should be good."

"My son's virginity," laughed Prince Adrian. "I'd like to hear how this works."

"It's simple," Jonathan said, his head bobbing when his horse shifted. "If you bag the first fox, his majesty Prince Florian shall lose his virginity to it."

"And if you bag the first fox?" asked Prince Adrian curiously.

Jonathan held back a smile. "His majesty Prince Florian must lose his virginity to me."

Princess Alexandria burst out laughing.

Prince Adrian stared at Jonathan a long time, then said with a shrug, "Alright."

"Father!" Prince Florian burst incredulously.

Alexandria laughed harder.

"It's not _funny,_Aunty Xandria!"

"Alright, settle down now," said Prince Adrian seriously and adjusted his gloves. "Let's get started. If we get separated, we'll meet back here in an hour. Anyone needs help, they howl."

"Alright," said Alexandria and cocked her rifle. "Let's go."

As they set off through the trees, Jonathan was confident that he would take the first fox. The Kingsleys really were the best hunters in the kingdom, as foxhounds were specifically bred for it. He could hear at distances the others could not, could smell scents the others couldn't dream of picking up, and he knew before anyone else that they were being followed.

As they rode along, he kept his eyes forward and pretended he heard nothing, but he could hear and smell the fox that was following them. A vixen. Young. Her breath was like milk. She was following alongside them, off to Prince Adrian's right, though the prince didn't notice her. She was too far back in the bushes to see. . . . And she wasn't alone. A male was with her. Jonathan could smell his heavy sack, the strong musk of his fur . . . and feathers. The male had arrows.

"I heard one. Off to the left," Jonathan lied. He glanced furtively at Ben, to make sure the servant understood he was lying. Ben nodded slightly.

Alexandria clicked her tongue at her horse and led it off through the bushes at a fast trot, in the direction Jonathan had indicated. Prince Adrian hesitated suspiciously but followed with his son in tow. The two Great Danes followed the royal three, and when they had gotten some distance, Jonathan jerked his head at Ben, and they went in the real direction of their prey.

"Are you really gonna fuck that little prince?" Ben asked in amazement. He was a clumsy rider and hadn't properly tightened his saddle, so that he slipped around and jingled a bit as he rode. Jonathan gritted his fangs irritably, wishing he hadn't brought him today of all days.

Before setting out on his journey, Duke Richard had brought Ben home for Jonathan, as a gift and an apology for all they had gone through recently regarding Corene. Jonathan knew his father was trying to placate him, trying to make certain he behaved and didn't go running after the princess while he was gone. Jonathan was almost twenty-one. It was flabbergasting to him that his father insisted on seeing him as a boy who could be so easily mollified. But then he reminded himself that the duke would always see him as that little boy who just wanted to sit in Daddy's lap and have his attention. And Jonathan knew he was still that little boy. In many ways.

"I'll fuck the boy's brains out when I bag this fox," Jonathan said quietly. He pulled his rifle from his back and took the tranquilizer Ben offered him. "I'll fuck him until he can't walk straight. I'll fuck him so deep, he'll think of nothing but cock, and later when Adrian wants to marry the boy off, he'll refuse whatever tart is shoved in his face, and Adrian'll think of me and swear."

Ben laughed. "Ah. Would be a brilliant way to get back at him for Miss Corene."

"Something like that," Jonathan said, his eyes darting over the bushes. He heard a twig snap. To the right.

"Could I join in, Master Jonathan? They don't have many male whores at the brothels here in Norwich. It's a real shame. And ploughin' a _prince's_tight virgin ass . . ." He smiled dreamily.

"Sure." Jonathan lifted the rifle and aimed. They were hiding right . . . . there. "We can double on him." He fired. There was a scream, and just as Jonathan had anticipated, a male and female fox burst from hiding. He was glad to see he'd shot the female. She staggered out wearing a deerskin dress and no shoes, her bare feet sliding through the leaves. Jonathan had gotten her in the neck. She sagged over and fell. The male fox lurched after her and scrambled to pick her up, but he had barely reached her when Jonathan lifted his rifle and aimed. The male scowled and took off running.

"Grab that one," Jonathan said to Ben and knocked his boots on his horse. "Ya!"

Jonathan charged fast after the male, his rifle in one paw and his reins in the other. Behind him, he could hear Princess Alexandria thundering along with her brother. Dammit: the others had caught up to him. Young prince Florian complained that he couldn't keep up, but Jonathan glanced back and thought he was keeping up just fine.

Alexandria was riding at a breakneck speed in the forefront, her red mane streaming behind her, her bright green eyes determined. Jonathan cursed as she caught up to him. He cocked his rifle and fired hastily at the fleeing male's back. Too hastily. His tranquilizer missed and zipped past the male's ear, landing in a tree. Alexandria sped past Jonathan, lifted her rifle, and with one shot, brought the fox down. She pulled her mare around, her red mane flying everywhere, breathless and grinning triumphantly.

Jonathan pulled his mount to a stop and gave Alexandria the impressed smile she was waiting for. "I bow to a skill far greater than my own, my princess," he said and bowed in the saddle.

"Ah, but don't play humble pie with me," laughed the princess, stilling her dancing horse with a gentle tug of the reins. She slung her rifle on her back and gestured for one of the guards to gather the male fox from the leaves. "You still won our bet, did you not? You brought down the first game." She gestured at Ben, who rode up with the female fox bound and slung over his saddle.

Prince Adrian rode up with his son, his face sour. "You lied to us, you scheming bastard," he said in amazement.

Jonathan shrugged and slowly smiled. "I did, your majesty, didn't I?"

Prince Adrian narrowed furious eyes on him. "You realize, of course, that lying to your prince is treason --"

"Oh, shut up, Adrian," laughed Alexandria. "You would have done the same had you the ears and snout of a purely bred foxhound."

Prince Adrian laughed darkly, and Jonathan went very still, trying not to let his sudden anger show. "Purely bred? Darling sister . . ." The prince gave Alexandria a withering look and shook his head. "There is nothing pure about your lover here." He looked at Jonathan. "Fucking the help seems to run in your family, does it not, marquis?"

Jonathan peered into the trees and said nothing. It was the only response that would allow him to keep his head.

Princess Alexandria gave Jonathan another one of her uncertain looks, and it was clear there were many rumors she hadn't yet heard about him and his family. "That's . . . that's not true!" she cried, scowling at her brother. "You're just angry you lost the wager. You can never lose with dignity. You always have to make an ass of yourself."

"And you're so in love with the mutt you can't see past his dick to what he really is," her brother returned. He sneered. "I'll wade waist deep in fox shite before I let Father give you to him." With that, he turned his horse and galloped off, his son in tow.

They returned to Wandourg, and Jonathan couldn't stop thinking of Corene and worrying that she was alright. He hated that he was forced to leave her alone with the king, and there was no doubt in his mind that the king hadn't come to her bedchamber and done things to her in his absence. He was eager to get back to her and could think of nothing else as their group dismounted. He had almost gone up the front steps of the castle when Prince Adrian called to him.

Jonathan turned to see Adrian standing with his son, as behind him, the contingent of Great Danes dismounted and led their horses to the trough.

"My prince?" Jonathan said politely.

"I believe we had a wager," the prince said. He grabbed his son by the neck and shoved him at Jonathan.

Jonathan fumbled to catch the boy in his arms as he fell into him with a cry. He looked up at Jonathan shyly, and Jonathan noticed for the first time that his eyes were the prettiest gray.

Without another word, Prince Adrian climbed the castle steps and disappeared inside. Princess Alexandria followed without looking back.

Prince Florian peered fearfully into Jonathan's face. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"

***

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Prince Florian's screams filled the room as Jonathan pulled on his arms and slammed him from behind. The prince's pink erection wobbled against the air, and his eyes grew wide as Ben crawled to him across the bed and took it in his mouth. He slobbered on the boy's erection, dragging his tongue up and down the shaft, curling his tongue to bathe the boy's balls. And Prince Florian whimpered breathlessly as he was sucked and slammed at the same time. His red mane was a mess in his face, his penis was trickling pre-cum. Ben hungrily slurped the pre-cum off -- then closed his mouth over the boy and devoured him to the base.

"Ah . . . ah . . . please . . . I'm going to . . ." the prince begged, frowning helplessly with pleasure.

"Come . . . . in Ben's mouth . . ." Jonathan panted. "He likes it." He grunted harder as he slammed harder -- so hard, the boy's soft backside jiggled on every thrust.

Prince Florian was young. So he came fast and he came a lot. His head fell back, and he came with a choked cry in Ben's hungry mouth. Ben gulped on his penis, but didn't stop sucking him even after he was soft. He quickly became aroused again with a helpless cry and began to sob against the pleasure. Jonathan thought the boy must've gotten soft and hard and soft and hard about ten times as he was pounding him. It was probably torture.

Ben pulled his mouth away and sat back on his knees. He was rock hard and enormous in his passion. The boy's eyes widened when Jonathan grabbed him by the neck and bent him toward Ben's hungry penis. He shook his head in horror, his mane tumbling his face as Jonathan slammed him. He had never sucked before. Jonathan grabbed him by the mane and grunted for him to open his mouth. The boy made a face . . . and obeyed. Ben smiled and crammed his enormous penis in the boy's mouth -- so deep, his cheeks bunched up in his eyes and he wept. His muffled cries soon filled the room as he was penetrated on both ends, and as he rocked between the older males on paws and knees, his hard penis wobbled and squirted against the air.

Jonathan was getting close. He could feel himself almost coming. He reached under and fondled the prince's penis in careful fingers. He heard the boy whimper, felt him start to ooze. A little gentle stroking and the boy was about to explode. Clearly, he had never done anything before -- sucking, touching, kissing -- let alone taking it under his tail. And he was so _tight._Jonathan was holding the boy's anus taunt with the width of his shaft. He watched with narrowed eyes as the prince's slender body rocked in front of him, his soft backside flexing on every slam.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" sputtered the prince as Ben grabbed him by the mane and thrust rhythmically into his face.

Ben sighed as he released -- "A-Ahhh!" -- and Jonathan heard the boy's muffled cries as he was forced to swallow.

Jonathan grabbed the boy by the base of his tail and pressed himself in hard. He grunted as he came, and the boy's lashes fluttered as he was filled on both ends. They let him collapse on the bed, and he lay there, dripping cum from his mouth and backside.

Ben stretched out on the bed beside Jonathan as the marquis lit his cigar for the ritual smoke. They watched as the little prince panted in a daze for breath. "Can I have his ass next time?" Ben asked, and the prince went still.

Jonathan kissed out smoke. "Sure," he said indifferently. "We'll give him a minute to wheeze, though. Look at the poor thing. And we've barely begun."

Ben licked his lips, and they saw the boy stare at them in amazement.

Prince Florian wasn't that much younger than them. Jonathan would have placed him at sixteen, but the boy confessed -- as Jonathan was blowing him -- that he was seventeen. Then he sputtered and came in Jonathan's mouth, but Jonathan licked his soft penis and kept going until he was reawakened, his head moving slowly between the boy's hard thighs as he sat against the headboard, grimacing against the pleasure.

"We should teach him to suck dick," Ben said, taking the cigar when Jonathan passed it to him. "I want me dick sucked. Been so long since a bloke's mouth was on me."

Jonathan looked over at the male fox, who was sitting quietly in a chair, watching everything in silent dismay. His wrists and ankles were bound, his mouth was gagged, and he was wearing a deerskin skirt with a necklace of shells around his throat. Jonathan thought he was damn beautiful and had a nice red pelt that would have cost a pretty fortune were he skinned. He had given the female fox to Princess Alexandria, as that had been the plan all along. But the male had remained with him. And now he had to make sure both foxes escaped with him and Corene when the time came.

"And we should teach him to ride," Ben went on eagerly.

Jonathan laughed, taking the cigar back when it was passed. "Slow down, Benny. You're scaring the shit out of him."

Ben laughed too: the boy's eyes had widened.

Jonathan took a last puff, and setting the cigar in the ashtray, he pulled a pocketknife from the pants he'd left slung across a chair. The others watched as he went to the fox, who tensed as he came with the knife. But Jonathan only grabbed the male by the arm and made him hop awkwardly to the bed, where he threw him on his back and cut off his deerskin skirt. The fox's pink penis flapped free and lay large against his thigh. Jonathan saw the creature blush angrily.

"Ohhh," said Ben, looking at the fox's penis with hungry eyes. "I wanna suck that dick meself."

"The boy's going to suck it," Jonathan said, returning the pocketknife to his pants.

The fox lay there, paws bound behind his back, glaring at the ceiling to hear Jonathan's words. His chest heaved angrily.

Prince Florian sat up and looked at the fox uncertainly. His long red mane tumbled loose around his shoulders and it made him look very feminine. "But . . . do I have to?" he moaned. He frowned. "I'll tell my father if you make me!"

Jonathan laughed, pouring himself a glass of wine. He stood naked at the table, and his muscular back was to the bed, but he could feel the boy's lusting eyes on him. Clearly, the prince was enjoying himself more than he was letting on -- and more than he could hide, for he was still a little hard.

"Your father," said Jonathan, amused, "said I could do whatever I want with you. He doesn't give a good fuck. Believe me."

Prince Florian's ears flattened sadly.

Jonathan glanced at him guiltily. "Don't pout, your majesty." He crossed the room to the bed and sat on the edge, passing Ben a wineglass. "What your father thinks isn't the end of the world. Believe me." He took a drink, licked his lips, and nodded at the fox. "Now suck savage dick."

The boy scooted glumly to the edge of the bed, and they sipped wine with hooded eyes as they watched his backside flexing and his balls swinging. He knelt on the floor before the fox, who stared resolutely at the ceiling, and after licking his lips a moment, he gave the fox's penis an uncertain lick. His ears pricked forward and he licked again, harder. A shudder went through the fox as the curious licks continued, and they watched as he slowly hardened, his swollen penis rising up and up, little by little, as if he was trying his damnedest to resist the pleasure.

Prince Florian watched with large eyes as the penis lifted in front of his face. He had never seen another male's penis get hard before: Jonathan and Ben were already hard before they took off their clothes.

"What are you waiting for?" laughed Jonathan. "Take him in your mouth."

Prince Florian swallowed breathlessly, then hesitated . . . and closed his mouth over the erect, throbbing phallus in his face. He gulped on it clumsily but sucked slowly and carefully. He closed his eyes and frowned, and Jonathan knew what he was tasting, feeling, realizing. The prince was realizing he liked the thick heat in his mouth, the salty taste, the soft flesh nudging the back of his throat -- the prince was realizing he liked cock. Before long, the boy was sucking faster, hungrier, and the fox's chest was heaving as he strained against what was happening. The fox grunted weakly behind the gag and twisted as if to get away, but the boy -- suddenly ravenous -- grabbed his hips and held him still as he devoured him.

"We should borrow Xandria's new handmaid," Jonathan muttered to Ben. "I'd love to see the prince eat pussy for the first time. What a sight that would be."

" 'specially if the vixen squirted in his face," agreed Ben. "You think she'd let us borrow her?"

"I'll see about it. We'll need an excuse to borrow her if we're to leave tonight. I can't see any better excuse than wanting to eat her pussy. Or make the prince do it."

"What about the prince, m'lord?"

"We'll tranquilize him afterward." Jonathan set aside his glass. "Now come on. This is making me hard."

The prince clumsily stopped sucking when Jonathan and Ben approached him at the end of the bed, and the fox's penis slapped him in the eye. He blushed furiously. He was rock hard after having given the fox oral pleasure and he covered himself on reflex with both paws.

Jonathan grabbed the prince by his neck and pulled him to his feet. "Get the lube," he said without looking at Ben, and Ben scrambled to obey.

Prince Florian looked at Jonathan breathlessly. "W-What are you going to do to me?"

Jonathan touched his lip. "Hush."

Ben returned with the lubricant, a cold cream normally used for rashes and allergies. Jonathan dipped his fingers in the cream . . . then reached under the prince's tail and slipped his fingers in his anus . . . slowly and deeply . . . until the cream had moistened his tight backside. Prince Florian blushed and trembled as it was happening, and Jonathan saw pre-cum seep down his erection. He grabbed the boy without warning by the waist and lifted him roughly into his arms. The prince fumbled to hug Jonathan's neck and wrap his legs around him. Their faces were very close as Jonathan pried his backside apart in fistfuls . . . and punched himself in, plunging smoothly through the boy's soft buttocks.

Prince Florian melted. "Ohh . . ." Ben came up behind . . . and crammed himself under the body's tail as well. The prince sputtered, his eyes flying wide as the width of two shafts stretched him taunt. He clung to Jonathan with trembling arms as they took turns thrusting inside him, their thick erections moving slow between the boy's soft backside, as the fox lay on the bed, watching with a hard penis.

"Oh . . . ah!" the prince gasped and sighed, trembling and blushing as they made slow and sensuous love to him. And he clung to Jonathan, trapped between their hard bodies, frowning with pleasure as Ben reached around and stroked his erection. It wasn't long before he flinched and squirted in Ben's paw, but the older males kept going long after the prince had sagged between them, kissing his neck and ears, squeezing his buttocks, smoothing their paws over his thighs, and stroking his soft penis back to throbbing arousal. They grimaced and came inside him, their penises flinching against each other, and the prince shivered and moaned as he was filled yet again. They let him collapse on the bed, and he lay on his side, panting and staring at the wall, as if he couldn't believe what things were happening to him.

"Run and get the female," Jonathan told Ben and tossed him his pants.

"Yes, m'lord," Ben said eagerly and stepped clumsily into his pants with a flapping penis.

Jonathan went to the window and looked out. It was almost dusk. They would have to be quick if they were to escape tonight. He listened as Ben left the room, as the prince shifted softly on the bed. When he looked over, Prince Florian was sitting up, staring at him.

"Do you like females too?" the boy wondered. "I thought you liked my sister. How is it you like me?"

"I don't like you," Jonathan said without turning. "I like your tight little ass."

"I wish to kiss you," the prince said imperiously.

Jonathan laughed.

"I command it!" he yelled.

Jonathan's ears pricked forward and he looked at the boy in surprise. The prince was sitting up, perched on his knees, glaring at Jonathan through the streaks of red mane that tumbled in his face. He had a fur pattern not unlike his sister's: his chest was white, as were his chin, belly, and the inner sides of his thighs. But the rest of him was red, and when he blushed, his cheeks turned all the redder as blood rushed across the scalp beneath his fur.

Jonathan crossed the room to the prince, and without hesitating, he cupped the back of his head and kissed him. The prince bent backward beneath the kiss, but clung to Jonathan as it was happening. He moaned on Jonathan's tongue, and when the marquis tried to pull away, he held on and thrust his tongue deep in his mouth.

"Your majesty," Jonathan protested breathlessly.

"I don't want you to marry my sister," the boy said darkly. "I want you to be my lover --"

"Your highness . . ." Jonathan disentangled himself from the prince's grasping paws.

The prince glared at him. "Why not? You don't really like my family, I can tell. Why would you want to marry my sister and get stuck with us all? I could take care of you. I could set you up in a nice little home, come to you whenever I please, and you would never want --"

Jonathan laughed softly. "Am I to be your mistress, then?"

The prince glared at him again. "You're to be whatever I wish."

Jonathan didn't have a chance to reply. Ben returned with the vixen in his arms. She was still bound paw and foot, as Alexandria hadn't bothered to untie her. She was quite lovely and small, a gray vixen with red blotches all over her body and across half her face. Her sharp breasts pressed through her deerskin dress and heaved in a silent panic as she lay across Ben's arms. Her mouth was also gagged, and her eyes widened in horror to see her male companion on the bed with his penis standing, glossy from the pleasure it had endured.

Ben carried the vixen to the bed when Jonathan indicated it with a jerk of his head. He placed her beside the male fox and backed away. The prince watched with quiet fascination as Jonathan took up his pocketknife and carefully cut the vixen's dress off. Her breasts heaved angrily as they were exposed, standing perky against the air. She rubbed her thighs together as if to hide the pink lips of her sex, and she twisted her body as if to turn over. Her gray mane tumbled around her in wild tangles, and Jonathan plucked a leaf out of it.

"Ain't she lovely?" whispered Ben.

Jonathan cut the vixen's legs free next. She immediately began to buck and kick, and Ben crawled up behind her and grabbed her. "Whoa, there!" he cried, fumbling to gather her in his arms. He closed his arms around her from behind, and she snapped her back against his chest, trying angrily to get free. He managed to hold her thighs apart, splaying the lips of her sex to the cold air.

"Go on," Jonathan said, giving the prince a nudge. "Lick her pussy."

The vixen's eyes widened when the boy eagerly knelt before her splayed legs. She looked down at him between her heaving breasts, and when he leaned close, she started to kick and fight again. Ben struggled to hold her still, and ignoring her flying feet, Prince Florian buried his face between her legs and ate her wildly.

The male fox lay on the bed, grunting angrily as he watched what was happening to his female companion.

The prince put his face between the vixen's bucking thighs and fingered her slowly, pushing his fingers through her tight sex and massaging her as his tongue flexed against her clit. She tightened her sex on his fingers, as if to shut him out. And the more she fought, the hungrier his advances, until her cheeks and breasts were blushing from the struggle. She eventually fought so hard, she snapped her head back in Ben's face, and Ben grunted in pain as her foot caught the prince in his eye.

Ben fell back and let the vixen go, and the prince tumbled to the floor. Jonathan gritted his teeth and ran to the nightstand. He was pulling out a tranquilizer dart when the vixen -- paws still tied behind her back -- managed to wiggle across the bed on her belly. Jonathan couldn't imagine where she thought she was going, but she seemed determined that the prince should not go down on her. The prince, meanwhile, seemed just as determined to have her. He picked himself up from the floor and lunged after her. She screamed behind the gag as he locked his arm around her throat and crammed his erection between her kicking legs. "I'll teach you to kick me in the eye, savage!" She bucked and struggled desperately, her breasts flapping as he humped her, and on the bed nearby, the male fox was roaring behind his gag.

Jonathan came up behind the prince . . . and stabbed him in the neck with the tranquilizer dart. The prince killed over at once.

"What bloody good are you?" Jonathan demanded of Ben, who had picked himself up and was rubbing his sore face.

"Sorry, m'lord," Ben muttered.

"Take care of him," Jonathan snapped and waved a paw at the prince. "I'll see to our fox friends here."

"Yes, m'lord." Ben carefully gathered the prince's limp body and set him on the bed, against the pillows.

The foxes stiffened and glared at Jonathan as he came their way. The female looked ready to fight again, but Jonathan only sat on the edge of the bed and regarded them. They looked back him uncertainly.

"I think you can understand me, right?" the marquis said to them. "Nod if you can."

The foxes glanced at each other and slowly nodded.

Jonathan cleared his throat. "Alright, look. You may find this hard to believe, but I'm a prisoner here as much as you. That brat over there?" He jerked his head at the limp prince. "His grandfather will probably let his horrible daughter do whatever she pleases to all of us if we stay here. My friends and I need to escape the castle tonight. And we need your help. You help us get away, and you'll return alive to her your own. No one will skin you. No one will rape you. No one will make you their slave. I have an antidote that will give you your magic back." He held up his paw, in which he was holding two syringes. "It will nullify the effects of the drug we shot you with back in the forest. And I'll use it on you now if you agree to help me."

The foxes glanced at each other again. The male slowly nodded. The female followed suit.

"Alright. Introductions are in order, then. I'm Jonathan. That's Ben." He gently pulled the foxes' gags over their chins and looked at them, waiting.

"I'm Motsumi," said the male hoarsely.

The female's lashes fanned down. "And I am Palesa."