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chapters will follow soon!***It's time. Maximus' whole journey led to this particular moment.

He stands before his king, naked, admiring his impressive physique. Despite his

age, the lion remained as impressive as ever. Things spice up when the king

starts pouring lubrication onto his private parts, getting Maximus even more

worked up for what is to come.

Lost in a haze of arousal, the stallion endures the king's

teasing before he rams him into the wall, taking his royal tailhole from

behind. Is a rough approach better, or should softness and affection pave the

way for the approaching climax? Read and find out...STORY STARTS HERE They both chuckled and laughed. Maximus' arousal dimmed as

he walked towards the main gate, hand wrapped around Damien's neck. They shared

jokes and small talk. Most of the quips were aimed at Maximus' obvious erection

and the way it slapped from side to side with every step. Maximus shrugged that

off. He greeted the guards without an ounce of shame and smiled when they

looked at his impressive equine shaft.

"Come right inside. The king expected your arrival."

"Thank you," Maximus dipped his head. "There are two outlaws

tied in our cart. Please be so kind as to retrieve them."

Both guards saluted, leaving straight away. Maximus entered

the grand hallway. He waited until the guards returned with the captives, then

headed towards the dungeons. His retinue was most impressive. Six armed guards

walked on each side, all feline. Adonis favored their sharp reflexes over

anything else. Once they reached the bowels of the earth, Maximus handed in the

prisoners and collected a weighty sack of gold. Damien had a thing for bulges.

He poked the sack several times, guessing the amount resting inside.

"Open it and see."

"Not here!" he whispered, pushing Maximus' offer back. "It's

impolite counting the king's generosity in front of his guards."

"He doesn't mind, Damien."

"I do. Keep walking and watch out for...you know what."

That meant his cock. Maximus took measured steps to avoid

brandishing his equipment too much. He preferred to remain on the edge,

avoiding the part where pride turned into an infectious desire to be admired. Unfortunately,

he couldn't keep a willing pair of eyes off his cock. From the castle's halls

to the stairs leading up to the throne room, Maximus held the gaze of every

passerby. He came to Adonis' castle a dozen times, yet every time he remained

amazed by the constant interest. It was as if these fine members of the royal

house never saw a proper cock in their entire lives.

Maximus exchanged two corridors, each fancier than the last,

before he reached the throne chamber.

"His Majesty, King Adonis the Fourth," a guard announced

before the golden doors were swung open.

Maximus and Damien strode inside the spacious chamber. Runed

pillars surrounded them, each depicting an important part of the kingdom's

history. Maximus didn't pay much attention. His eyes traveled between the oil

lanterns mounted above, and towards the figure sprawling inside the golden

throne in the far end of the room.

"He looks bored," Damien commented.

"Tired most likely. Adonis is almost forty years old."

"May he rule with pride."

"May he rule with grace."

"May his life be everlasting."

Maximus and Damien rolled their eyes as each guard started

to repeat those words of respect.

"That's enough," Adonis groaned from the far end of the

room. "My halls were tranquil and peaceful before your grumbling shattered the

silence."

"We apologize, your highness," a guard said.

"Apologize to your wives for keeping them alone in their

beds. Told you to go home hours ago."

"We're part of the royal guard, my lord. We can't just-"

"You can, and you will," Adonis stood up. "Just leave and

offer this old lion some peace, will you?"

The guards left one by one, until the doors closed behind

them. Silence resumed.

"Come closer, Maximus. I can barely see you in this light."

Maximus bowed his head and approached.

"You too, Damien. There's no whore hidden behind those

pillars if you're wondering."

"I just wanted to give you some space."

Adonis rumbled with amusement. "I have plenty of that

already. What I lack is a proper pair of eyes, a strong back, and...aaagh, a

rested arse."

Maximus laughed at the king's quip. He dashed forward,

summoning Damien at his side.

"Don't do that bowing crap. You'll strain your muscles and

become like me. A proper king I am."

"You are," Maximus laid a hand on the lion's shoulder. "The

kingdom flourished under your rule, Adonis. People are happy, aside from the

few cutthroats we manage to catch."

"Did you bring any?"

"Two of them," Maximus smiled proudly. "Placed them in the

dungeons before coming here."

"Good," the king made himself more comfortable inside his

stiff chair. "I'll talk to them in the morning. See how and why I wronged

them."

"You aren't to blame."

"Some people just thrive on misery, my king," Damien added.

"My father, chief of his village, tried to keep everyone happy. Look where that

got him."

"Where?" Adonis squinted his eyes.

Damien tapped his foot twice. "Down there. Barely thirty

years of age. Killed at the feast of his name day by poison. Ma and I...we left,

and we never came back."

"I grieve for your father. Spite and envy give me more of a

sore arse than this throne," the king pushed himself up, shrugging off any

helping attempt. "Keep your hands to yourselves. A king that cannot rise from

his chair might just as well get his balls cut, have his mane trimmed, and sent

to the whorehouse to take it up his arse."

"I just wanted to help," Maximus said.

"Then keep me entertained. Both of you," the old lion

grabbed the two friends with each arm. "Tell me of the outside world and

adventures. My mind withers by hearing all this babbling and yapping about the

state of the kingdom."

"We'll recount everything since the last time we met,"

Maximus said.

"And I have a couple of brothel stories that are going to

stiffen your pride harder than stone."

Maximus threw Damien a sharp gaze. Adonis simply laughed,

giving the canine a slap on the back.

"The dirtier the better!" he roared with amusement.

They walked around the room, sharing stories and

experiences. Adonis thoroughly enjoyed a taste of the outside. Although his

body was growing old, his mind retained its youth. The kind remained a curious

cub where adventure was involved. He drank in every detail, adding his own

experiences to the table. Then Damien started talking about brothels, and all

the holes he oiled, licked, and took. They all got hard at that, even Adonis.

The king wasn't ashamed of his pride. He unlatched his robe and allowed his

cock to throb freely. He called that a free spirit, and Maximus agreed

wholeheartedly.

Damien had his doubts. He quoted some old customs and views

that kept his maleness firmly sheltered inside his leggings. At least until

Adonis ordered the canine to strip naked. Damien not only exposed his cock, but

he was also submitted to a thorough inspection of his genitals. With so many

felines around, Adonis did not have the luxury of inspecting other species. So

he touched, and felt, and even smelled, marveling at Damien's bulging knot.

"How does that work, again?" he asked as he inspected the

canine's exposed knot from all angles.

"It swells and fills the female's hole. Or any hole for that

matter," Damien slurred the words in his rush.

"How exciting. I should have my crafters build something

like that."

"Why not commission canine partners?" Maximus suggested.

"I'm too old, and that's too obvious," Adonis stood up and

shrugged. "Besides, I'm king. I won't allow anyone to take my arse or my seed."

"Fair point," Damien said. "I have the same rule on my

tailhole. You are of no use, unless you're Maximus."

Adonis rumbled with amusement. "You are a proper friend,

Damien. Maybe one day you will have the honor of filling Maximus' hooves."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of that, your highness. I'm a simple

dog with simpler desires."

"So you will disobey your king if I order you to mate me?"

"I...I haven't though that far."

Adonis laughed and hugged the jittery canine. "I'll never do

that, unless you offer. Even as a king I never order my subjects to do what I

wouldn't."

"That is very wise, my king."

"Call me Adonis. Or Royal balls. With friends, I really don't

give a horse's ass," Adonis slapped Maximus so hard the stallion groaned.

"Even I felt that one," Damien chuckled.

"Heh, good. Because I will have to steal your equine friend

for kingdom affairs. The whole castle is at your disposal, dear Damien. Just

don't cum on the throne. I would hate placing my furry arse on your legacy."

"That's...not what I had in mind," Damien chuckled. "Your

offer is very generous, but my desires can be better fulfilled at a brothel. Do

you happen to have such a fine establishment around?"

"Not inside the castle, no. But you can visit the King's

Chance just outside, on the main road. Tell them you have been commissioned by

the king himself to fill as many holes as you can."

"I will," Damien laughed. "Thank you, fluffball!'

"You're welcome, knotty cock!"

Maximus almost fell from the surge of mirth. He slammed his

back against pillar and waited until his well toned abs stopped spasming. "You

are such a devious cat."

The king purred and licked under Maximus' chin. "Come to my

bedroom, and I will show you how kinky this cat can get."

Maximus followed the king to his nuptial chambers. The scent

of lavender and aromatic plants hung around the door even before he opened it.

Adonis placed a paw on the metal handle and pulled it to the side. The door

creaked softly, revealing the soft radiance of portable oil lamps.

"Guests first," the king invite Maximus inside with a warm

smile.

Maximus entered the room. From the very first step he felt

the hard stone give way to something soft and warm.

"Rhangor pelts?"

"Mhm," the king said as he walked to a nightstand. "Had my

fiercest hunters bring the pelts of these fine beasts. Figured I have their

heads on the walls, so why not do something useful with the fluff?"

"My point exactly," Maximus walked around the bed, sliding a

hand along the silky curtains draped between the wooden carved pillars. "Use

everything you can and let nothing go to waste."

"Indeed. You would make a fine master of arms."

"Me?" Maximus chuckled.

"Why not?" the king said. "You have the expertise."

"Passing down knowledge is not something I'm good at."

"Now now, Maximus...I'm sure we can both find something more

lucrative to pass down."

"Like seed?" the stallion laughed.

"Among other things," Adonis picked a cup in one hand and a

flask in the other. "Wine? Squeeze?"

"Just water," Maximus said.

"Same old. Same old."

Adonis chugged down his cup in one gulp. "What about master

of defense? You can be the head of my royal guard."

"Too stationary," Maximus shook his head.

"You are a picky eater."

"I am, where the things I care about are concerned," he took

one of the king's hands between his own. He had such soft fur. Maximus pushed

along his warm pads, eliciting a soft purr from the old feline.

"Your castle is beautiful, Adonis, but I would feel trapped

within these walls. I have been on the road ever since I learned to hold a

sword. Traveling and adventuring is all I know."

"I know that, Maximus," the kind squeezed his hand and

looked into his eyes. "I still want you in my court though. Can't blame an old

feline for wishing the best, eh?"

"Not at all."

They stared at each other until Adonis broke the contact.

"Speaking of desires, there is an itch I have to scratch."

"Go right ahead," Maximus tapped the king's shoulder. "I'll

be waiting."

"I want you to drink, not wait. Juice, wine, mead. Whatever

strikes your fancy. I have it all here or on some other table."

Maximus nodded. He watched Adonis' tail swish as he headed

towards a small side chamber. His tail was quite catchy. Lean enough to whip,

and fluffy at the tip. Maximus wondered how he would look like with a lion's

tail. Probably ridiculous. He loved his bushy tail quite a lot, even if grime

had a nasty habit of sticking between his hairs.

He refreshed himself with two cups of clear water before

Adonis returned. He looked the same, aside from a slight, notable difference.

He was completely naked. Fur rippled along his form, a dark

shade of gold just like the tip of his tail. It was lustrous and dense, looking

quite healthy despite the lion's advancing age. The same could be told about

the rest of his body. Trained muscles hid underneath his fur, rippling along

his arms and receding slightly towards the waist.

Maximus focused on the king's muscular legs and his tawny

feet, yet his gaze always wandered back to his leonine sheath. It bore a

brighter shade of gold compared to the rest of his fur, and had quite the

perfect size. Not too small in comparison to his perky balls, but not too big

either as to droop like a weak, flaccid thing. It had that perfect blend of

thickness and length, which made his lionhood exquisitely plump.

"Cat ate your tongue?"

"N...nah," Maximus blinked a few times. "You just look... great."

"Time has been treating me kindly," the king slowly

advanced. "But what is time's ruthless touch compared to the warmth of your

fur?"

Maximus didn't know how to answer at that. He knew Adonis

for years, yet a part of him still felt embarrassed whenever the king addressed

him so directly about intimate affairs.

"I'm a blunt stallion, Adonis. Thinking isn't always my

first choice."

"Truer words have never been spoken!" the king turned

around, presenting his ripe arse. "I should prepare myself for what's ahead.

Already talked too much and did too little."

The way his muscles bulged and shifted with each step made

Maximus' heart quicken. He was mesmerized by his swishing tail, tensing his

jaws whenever it jerked to the side. That's when his tailhole came into view,

muscular and strong just like the lion himself.

Adonis shuffled through the items. He pushed some away,

shook, smelled, and threw the others. "It's not here."

"What are you searching for?"

"The oil flask. It's the one with the golden cork and the

brown bottle."

Maximus threw a look over the refreshment table. "It's right

here."

"Give it."

Adonis pulled the cork with his teeth and dipped a finger

inside the bottle. He kept there for a few seconds, with only his purring

giving life to the surrounding silence. Then, he pulled out, sniffed, and

poured continuously along his fingers until his fur was thoroughly soaked.

Several drops fell upon his sheath, though not for long. The king grabbed his

lionhood from all sides, moaning softly as he did so.

"I've been thinking about this for weeks, Maximus," he said

over the soft squelching of his moistening sheath. His fingers played expertly

around his lionhood. Some massaged the furred skin, others pushed around the

balls, while one of them even snuck inside the small entrance.

"The promise of your warmth around me and your cock inside

my tailhole kept me sane through those horrendous council meetings."

"Wish I was there to keep you physical company. Want some

help with-"

"Naah," the lion bared his fangs as a lust filled growl

escaped his throat. A speck of pink emerged from his tip, expanding with every

throb. "You had your tasks, and I had mine."

Maximus gulped. Those squelching noises and the musk wafting

through the air pushed his rational thoughts away like a looming storm. He felt

weak before its arrival. Frail. For when the thunder broke, he knew his

willpower would be cracked apart in a flash.

Adonis grabbed his wet balls and fondled them between his

fingers. They had a firmness to them, but also an unexpected playfulness when

they slid around. The lion massaged a bit more, getting his sack thoroughly

wet. Only then he climbed back towards his half aroused cock. He gripped the

stretching sheath with all his fingers and pulled back.

A harsh shiver washed over his spine, jerking his tail and

rupturing his throat with a harsh growl. Felines were awfully sensitive when

exposed. Maximus knew that from the many times he and Adonis coupled. The lion

spilled within seconds, often filling the stallion's hole before he was fully

aroused. He worked with the same alacrity now. With a quick tug, Adonis exposed

his barbed cock to the chill of the air. Then, he cupped his erection inside

his lubricated palm. His muscles tensed and his hips trembled, barely resisting

the urge to thrust further into those rhythmic spasms.

"Think you should pull back," Maximus licked his dry lips.

"Nah," the king moaned softly. "I'm just desensitizing a

bit. Would be shameful of me to spill within the first thrusts."

"There's no shame in pleasure."

"It is. Just don't touch your cock. I want to take special

care of my juicy treat."

Adonis released his grip, leaving his erect cock to tremble

with arousal. Barbs flared all around his head, pushing forth the clear fluid fleeing

from his bulging tip. Maximus would have licked him clean if the king didn't

have penetration lodged inside his mind. He turned around, tail lifted. He

allowed Maximus to get a good look of his clenching hole before he shoved two

fingers inside it. The hard muscles ate them with a wet, arousing slurp. Adonis

pushed them in and out. He penetrated himself, pouring more oil after every

five thrusts. He only stopped when his tailhole was a glistening, dripping

mess.

"Done with me. Now it's your turn."

Maximus opened his mouth to speak, yet only a soft sigh came

out. Firm hands gripped his erect shaft, warming his rock hard flesh with waves

of delightful heat. Adonis stroke up and down, rubbing along the stallion's

bare flesh with a slow, maddening caress. He squeezed too. Every time he did

that, a gasp of pleasure left Maximus' throat.

"You are as hard as I can remember," Adonis whispered. "So

firm...I remember this scent as if it was yesterday."

He bowed before the stallion's great cock and took a good whiff.

His eyes glazed over, lips pulling up on either side of his mouth. Adonis'

tongue pushed between his canines with every rapid breath. Felines had this

reaction whenever they smelled something particularly arousing. They threw

their back just as Adonis did to whiff and pant and moan.

"Mrrrhhh. So young. So fertile..."

"D-don't-"

The king's tongue was quicker than the stallion's words.

Adonis already pushed his flare inside his own mouth, bathing it with heated

saliva.

It was Maximus' turn to throw his head back and moan. He

throbbed hard, slapping the king's tongue. That was a huge mistake. The king's

fleshy walls were all around him, smothering his cock in a vice grip. Maximus

tried to pull back, only to find himself thoroughly trapped. Adonis lapped around

his tip, using only the underside of his tongue. Maximus handled that. What he

couldn't resist were those awfully arousing barbs. They slid along his bare,

sensitive flesh, sending surges of delight along his throbbing cock. Maximus

moaned and spasmed. His muscles clenched violently, spurting a continuous wave

of precum.

Adonis pulled back. Half the squirt filled his maw, while

the rest splashed all over his face.

"Too much?" he winked.

"Yeah..." Maximus panted. "I almost spilled inside your mouth,

you crazy feline."

"That would have been such a shame."

"You told me you want to be taken!"

"True," Adonis stood up. "But I wouldn't mind a load of your

tasty, fertile seed."

His hands slid along his neck. Maximus had no idea what the

feisty feline planned until he found himself shoved into his embrace. Adonis

pushed his lips against his. Maximus didn't resist. He melted into the kiss,

allowing the king's barbed tongue to slide in and take whatever it wanted.

Maximus slurped and licked. Feline had such exquisite fangs. He slid his tongue

along their tips while his arms squeezed the king closer. Their bodies pressed

together to share both warmth and scents. Maximus adored the king's thicker

fur, but most of all his cock. Their balls pushed around each other and slapped

when they met, making for a highly arousing hug.

Adonis pulled back, licking his whiskers with a broad lick.

"Mrr. Tasty."

"I have something better for you, my liege," Maximus turned

him towards the bed.

Adonis caught his hands just before he shoved. "To the

wall," he pointed. "I want to do it on my feet, like in my younger days."

"Strong and feisty. I like that."

"We'll see how long you last, horse," Adonis cupped his

balls.

Maximus pushed him hard against the wall. They both grunted,

shifting on their feet.

"I'll last a lot longer than you."

"Big words mounted on a big cock. Lets see how hard you

thrust before-"

Adonis' words heightened into a loud roar as his tailhole

was filled to the brim. Maximus plunged inside him on his first thrust. He sunk

netweem the king's muscles like oil, pushing long past his clamping pucker.

Adonis snapped at the air. His claws slid out of their sheaths to rake and grip

at the wall.

"You're trembling, your majesty," Maximus licked along the

back of his neck. "Are you sure you're well?"

The lion struggled not to moan. Judging by his spasming

tailhole, he was enjoying himself a lot more than he had the right to.

"I...I have three sons. What does that say about me?"

"That you pant like a boar, my king," Maximus pulled back.

The king sighed with relief. He adjusted his weight on his

trembling legs, only to buckle his knees as Maximus rammed inside him. His cock

sunk into the lion's heated depths so hard and quick that his balls slapped

right against his clamping tailhole.

"You stuffed the queen with your seed. Guess what," Maximus

shoved himself again. "Now I'm here. And I am going to show you what it feels

to be mated." Maximus pushed harder. "To be filled." His cock squelched as it

spread apart the king's overly tight passage.

"To be bred."

The king roared with abandon. Powerful as he was, even he

couldn't handle a stallion's generous girth more than a couple of thrusts.

Maximus was far too big for a feline's narrow hole. Even with lubrication, he

still worked every ounce of strength to push all the way in.

That's exactly how the king liked it. Fast and sudden, like

any other feline. Maximus planned to give him just that. An explosive orgasm

that would linger inside his mind at night and erupt from his cock with the

arrival of every dawn. He wanted the king to wet his bed with seed just as he

lubricated his cock with oil.

And for that, he had to be ruthless in his approach. Had to

show no trepidation or weakness between his thrusts. Maximus pulled back until

only his flare remained inside the king's tailhole. Then, he took a deep breath

to energize his muscles. He allowed the crisp air to travel down his chest and

deep into his expanding lungs. That gave him strength. His muscles rippled with

renewed vigor. He grabbed the king's waist and pushed his nose right under his

chin.

Then, he thrust. Maximus sunk the entirety of his length

inside the lion's tailhole in less than a heartbeat. The king growled and

spasmed, but he didn't care. Maximus maintained a steady rhythm. Quick, hard

shoves that reached deeper than any cock had the right to. Muscles kneaded

along his cock with every push. Inside was warm and sweltering, whereas the

outside was cold and invigorating. Maximus made use of that. He pounded the

king hard for a couple of thrusts, then bit back his climax by chilling his

throbbing flesh outside the prison of muscles.

His ploy worked. The king barely managed to remain on his

feet. He shifted and thrashed his arms around, desperate for a grip. Maximus

allowed him none. He grabbed his muscular waist between his own arms and held

him tight while his cock pounded his tailhole. Wet smacks emerged between every

slap. Their balls met with every thrust, kissing each other with lewd noises.

Bursting bliss traveled down Maximus' crotch. He felt his climax rapidly

approaching. He knew the king was close too. The poor feline hasn't stopped to

catch a proper breath from all that growling. It got harsher and longer,

turning into a proper roar.

Maximus held back for a few more thrusts. He wanted to be

right about this. Wanted to pound Adonis' royal ass a bit more before he gave

in to the flood of bliss. He thrust long and hard, forcing his muscles to spasm

and shiver. Then, they clamped down hard. Maximus tried to pull back, yet even

his precum was useless against the king's unyielding grip. He was cumming, and

Maximus found himself trapped within the king's tightening halls.

The stallion blinked away the stars gathering before his

eyes and forced the fire back into his sweltering crotch. The pressure there

became a raging volcano. He pushed his muscles as tight as he could. A spike of

sheer lust traversed his cock. Maximus' knees buckled, almost sending him off

his feet.

"Not yet," he gritted his teeth as his hand touched around

the king's crotch. His cock was rock hard, same as his barbs. Maximus went

lower. He wrapped a finger around his balls, then another, until he had a firm

grip.

Maximus squeezed hard. The king had no idea what hit him

until his balls were savagely milked for their load. Maximus knew Adonis

wouldn't hold back. He shoved his hips forth, tightening harder than ever. The

roar burst out of his throat with the intensity of a rockfall, shattering the

silence with a long, blissful cry.

Maximus pushed in as deep as he could. The king spasmed

hard. A short squirt followed after. That was his seed, splashing against bare

stone.

Maximus couldn't hold back. The mere thought of the king's

erupting seed sent him over the edge. His cock hardened like the stone below

his hooves. A surge of heated seed traversed its length, pooling up right

behind his flare. Maximus tensed. Every muscle in his body hardened with lust

and purpose. His veins bulged, and his heart raced wildly as he hovered on the

edge of precipice. Maximus savored the heat for as long as he could.

When the king spasmed, he too surrendered his load. Maximus

shut his eyes and bit into the king's neck. A flood of cum left his balls,

pushed forth by his pulsating cock. The hard streams speared into the king's

depths, stimulating his muscles beyond what was expected of them. The males

moaned and cried, emptying themselves of every drop of seed.

Maximus thoroughly enjoyed his release. He squeezed the

king's balls while he came, matching the rhythm with his own squirts. His hot

seed brought more than a surge of pleasure to the old king. It filled him with

lasting relief. Adonis tapered off with a long, mewly growl.

"Don't...don't pull back. I'll have you inside me a while

longer."

Maximus had no plans to. He was still going strong. In a

good day, he could fill a full bucket with his seed. Days of holding back did

that, and his balls were most grateful to spill their burden. His muscles still

pumped fresh waves of essence, flooding the king's passage with new reserves of

stallion seed.

"You're dripping."

"I know," Maximus groaned. "Your hole is too damn small to

hold me in."

"A damn shame," Adonis touched around his oozing tailhole to

scoop some seed along his fingers. He brought the tasty treat back, slurping

with a long lick. "Your seed it too savory to go to waste."

"Leave it," Maximus grabbed his hand. "I'll give you a fresh

load after I finish."

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm still going," Maximus empathized that with a

deep thrust.

Adonis mewled weakly. "I am your king..."

"You are my female," Maximus licked his neck. "And right now

I am breeding and filling you however I like."

The king moaned at that. He clung on to power with the

affairs of the kingdom. Being strong all day made him tense. Surrendering that

power was like an orgasm. He let go of every burden, spilling all that pressure

and weight like spurts of endless seed.

Maximus remained inside even after he finished spurting. He

stimulated Adonis' tailhole with feeble thrusts. The king laughed at that.

"Even limp, and you still manage to get me hard."

"Goes with being a horse, I guess," Maximus nibbled on the

feline's perky ear.

"You smug bastard. I'd be delighted to carry your cub if I

was a female."

Maximus chuckled. "I'm not that good with cubs. You know I

prefer freedom over entrapment."

"Which is what you are submitting to right now," Adonis

said. He clamped his tailhole hard to prove his point.

"It's not the same," Maximus nuzzled along the lion's strong

jaw, inhaling his pleasant scent. "I chose to mate you."

"Same with cubs. You choose to have them."

"My choice will probably surprise you."

Adonis looked back with a smile. "Test me."

Maximus kissed that cute muzzle of his. "I want a human."

He was right. The mention of such a lowly species raised

Adonis' eyebrows.

"A human? Why would you-"

"They're interesting."

"And stupid," Adonis went from curiosity to disapproval.

"Few of them grasp our language, and fewer can properly satisfy us. Would you

really choose a human over your own species?"

"What's so wrong with that? We are built the same. Two arms,

two legs, cock or cunt depending on the gender."

"No fur, no tail, no wits," Adonis continued. "Just stick to

your kind, Maximus."

"I did, and I still will, but that doesn't mean I will not

crave for something more exotic."

The king huffed his displeasure when Maximus pulled back. A

generous amount of seed leaked out of his hole, splashing onto the fur below.

"I'll get that."

"No," the king dropped on his knees, hands around Maximus'

cock and balls. "I'll have the pleasure of feasting on your seed."

Maximus closed his eyes and surrendered to Adonis' gentle

touch. He was quite thorough, sliding his tongue between every corner. After he

cleaned his cock, the king turned upon his balls. He suckled each orb, leaving

them damp with saliva.

"My men brought a fresh batch of humans this morning. Head

towards Rhegar's auction house if you are serious about that human of yours."

"I will," Maximus helped his king up, kissing him warmly on

his seed coated muzzle. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"No," the king licked him back, purring happily. "Thank you

for yours."

CLOSING COMMENTS

That was quite hot,

wasn't it? The way Maximus put the king into his place. He knows exactly what

buttons to press. He and Adonis go a long way back, after all...  There is nothing they wouldn't share or

wouldn't explore together.

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