Horse Story: Date with the Prince
Commissioned by FA: Skarlath to finish off the horse stream, we have a final story with his characters Skarlath and Roan, and some of their fun on a date.
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Date with the Prince
for Skarlath
by Draconicon
As their plates were cleared away, Roan smiled down at his monarch. The wolf was still clearing off his lips, licking up a bit of blood from the steaks he'd enjoyed, while he was working to get a bit of dressing off of his lips. Salads were delicious, but he needed a lot of them to feed his horse biology. As a result, he didn't eat out often...but on royalty's dime, it meant that the meal was doubly good.
"Skarlath, you are most generous with your time. It's been a very long time since I've been treated to a meal that good."
"Oh, it's nothing. After all, you are one of my best men."
"I am your majesty's most loyal servant, and that is my humble, happy role."
The ten foot tall horse bowed over the table, his movements as slow and graceful as he could make them. Not out of any weakness, but the need to restrain some of his power. After all, the general of Skarlath's army needed to keep himself under control; if he didn't keep hold of himself, he could end up laying waste to bits of the world around him.
As the last of the plates and trash were cleared away, Skarlath reached out and took his hand. Despite the prince's own massive size, Roan's hand dwarfed the wolf's, but he could still feel the wolf's power. As strong as his, or stronger.
"Roan. Are you...free...for a bit?"
"I am free for whatever you might require, your majesty."
"Heh, do you always have to be so formal?"
"I have a lot of work to do to reverse the image of your soldiers, your majesty. It is quite the reputation to overcome."
"Yes, but with me -"
"With you, your majesty, I can be myself. And myself is...myself."
He smiled, ignoring the wolf's rolling eyes as he took another sip of his drink. It was rather adorable, in a way. Skarlath ruled over all of Eteria, was incredibly powerful and helped hold this realm together for their mutual lord in one of the more...ventral planes...and yet he was so easily exasperated by simple courtesy.
As he finished his drink, Roan put the cup to the side and stood up.
"In answer to your question, but of course I am completely at your disposal. My officers are more than ready to take over my duties, should you require me for something or other."
"Good."
The wolf smirked.
"Then get in touch with them. The army will have a good march around the city, and you and I...well, we'll have some time alone."
"And when his majesty says 'alone'..."
"I mean that we'll be alone...completely."
The wink from his sovereign left no question what he actually meant, and Roan held back an eye roll of his own. There were times when his prince was direct...and there were times when he was downright penetrating.
Still, he knew who would actually be penetrated tonight. It was always one way, and Skarlath was known far and wide for his...appetites.
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The wolf's bedroom was as opulent as ever, and Skarlath led him in without the slightest bit of hesitation or embarrassment. Even as the wolf prince started stripping off his cloak, the tall stallion reached out to the other soldiers and bodyguards in the room. He gently nudged them towards the door, even when some of them were still looking at the prince.
You should have more respect for your monarch, he thought as they walked out. The massive stallion shook his head a few times as the bedroom was finally emptied out. They'll be going through a number of exercises by the time that I'm finished with them. A few laps around the city should set their minds on the right path.
"Roan."
"My apologies, your -"
He turned around, and paused in his speech. For good reason, as well; his master, his sovereign, had stripped down to nothing. His cloak laid on the ground, and he stood on it. The horse could feel his cock hardening in his armor almost immediately upon seeing the naked wolf, and he couldn't help but smile a bit.
"You are rather underdressed for a social occasion, your majesty."
"Well, I'm not exactly looking to be social, am I?"
"I am sure that I don't -"
"Roan, just...stop."
The wolf walked across the room, and the massive stallion stood still as claws and fingers worked their way into the leather straps of his armor, pulling at them and tugging on them roughly. It loosened them, but slowly. The prince sighed, looking up at him before kissing his cheek, and rubbing his face.
"I know that you're the big stoic type. I know that you're...trying to be controlled. But I don't want that right now. I want the warrior. The stallion, the beast, the rutting male. I want that part of you that you keep holding back."
"Your majesty -"
"I can take it, Roan. Just give it to me."
The wolf stepped away, and Roan sighed as he started working through the rest of the straps. It was easy enough to get them off, and by that point, he was rather eager to get it off. The tension down in his crotch was getting harder and harder to ignore, and the metal was definitely not helping his comfort levels.
So he pulled them off, and let them clatter to the floor. He was briefly distracted by the way that it clanged about, and out of his own fastidiousness, he pushed it out of the way. Arranging the pieces of armor at the edge of the room, as well as his belt and the weapon that hung from it, the horse only took a few minutes to get it done. However, it was long enough for Skarlath to have gotten on the bed, and by the time that the stallion looked over at him, the wolf was on all fours, and his tail was up as high as it could go.
He groaned as he walked over, his cock getting harder and harder, the fleshy cock slowly expanding further and further from his sheath. One foot became two, then three, and four. It only stopped when it was a full five feet long, half of his total height, and sticking out with an increasingly bounce to his cock. It only felt heavier as he got closer to the wolf, and by the time he was at the foot of the bed, his shaft touching the wolf's thigh, he had to reach down and squeeze the base to keep it pointed up.
"Heh...are you sure...sure about this, your majesty?"
"As sure as I've ever been. And besides..."
The wolf smirked, using his leg to guide that cock further up, the swelling head nudging under his tail.
"I'm making it a royal command. Rut me, stallion. Rut me, general."
And with that, he had no choice. He had no way of disobeying his sovereign.
And besides, he knew it would be fun.
He walked forward, not even needing to work to get his cock head into Skarlath's hole. They had done this enough times that it didn't even need lube, nor much more than the basest bit of pressure to slide it in. Even with his cock head starting to flare, it slid in without anything more than a small squish and a tight clench.
They both groaned as he slowly walked his way onto the bed, his cock slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the smaller wolf. He groaned at the hot tightness around his cock, something that never changed. The sheer size of his cock, both in length and width, insured that they would always have that. It was something impossible to get away from, impossible to escape, and both of them loved it, Skarlath for the filling, and him for the squeezing.
He kept walking onto the bed, slowly getting closer and closer to the wolf's ass and his squeezable hips. Each inch sliding in was driving him crazy, and he groaned and moaned, his hips starting to twitch on their own. Each time they did, a bit more of his cock slipped further into that hot ass, and he could see his prince's tail wagging from the penetration.
Finally, his hips bumped against the wolf's ass. All five feet of his cock were sheathed inside of his prince's rump, and he could feel the whole length of it being squeezed and teased by the hot insides of his ruler. Roan groaned over Skarlath, his hands grabbing hold of his prince's hips for some sort of stability, but he could already feel the wolf wriggling under him, already pulling and pushing against his cock.
"Mmmph. Your majesty.."
"I told you, Roan. There's one thing I want."
"Fine...then you will have it."
With a deep grunt, the stallion's eyes flared as he gripped the wolf's hips harder. There was a soft yelp from his sovereign before he pulled back and slammed in again, the harsh thrust nearly knocking Skarlath down against the bed. Back and forth he pulled, and the wolf rocked with him, the huge length of cock inside of him dragging him along for the ride, whether he wanted it or not.
Roan could already feel his cock throbbing, and the head of it was flaring out further and further inside of the wolf. It was acting almost like a hook, pulling the smaller canine along with each hard thrust from the big stallion. The smell of sweat and musk between them was getting stronger and sharper with each passing second as he really started to exert himself, and he grunted, heaving almost as he drove himself in and out, pulling a foot of his cock out with each slam of his hips. The grunts and yelps of his prince barely mattered; all he focused on was the feeling of his cock breaking his master open.
The bed creaked and groaned under them as Roan's cock throbbed and pulsed, and his balls started pulling up against him. He could hear the prince's groans changing to moans, and he knew that the prince wouldn't be long before he blew his load.
Nor him, he realized as his balls finally pulled up. With a huge groan, he leaned forward and pushed his full weight down and into his prince, his cock head flaring inside of the wolf. His prince moaned under him, and he could hear the splatter of cum on the bed, as well as feel it swelling and swirling around his cock. Both of them collapsed on the bed, panting.
Roan slowly pulled out, his flared head making a pop as it slipped from the wolf's temporarily ruined hole, and he laid on his back.
"Is his majesty satisfied?"
"For...the moment."
"Good."
The End