Spoils of War - Part 3
After a very long time, I finally managed to pick up writing again and was able to finish this 3rd commission for
(at Furaffinity) which was really fun to write as always! I hope you can all enjoy it too!!!
Make sure to catch Part 1 and Part 2 too!
“I will never leave you my dear." Cyrus whispered into Japir's drooping ears. His voice was silky soft, as Japir never heard it before. As he heard the words, he closed his eyes and took a long and liberating breath. “Never." Cyrus repeated.
He enjoyed the warm touch of Cyrus's strong hands on his hips, holding him tightly. He could feel the wind blow through the grass, caressing his bare feet, wafting some of Cyrus's smell into his nose. He took another deep breath, trying to catch as much of the delicious smell as possible, as if he was taking his last ever smell. A mix of the slight odour of Cyrus's sweat, intermingled with a soft touch of a new perfume carrying the scent of cedarwood, Japir has brought his master from the local perfume maker. He smelled divine, only befitting of this king.
The calm on Japir's mind was broken by a guttural sound emanating from Cyrus. As Japir opened his eyes again he could only see terror in Cyrus's yellow eyes. Blood started to drip out of his mouth.
In horror, Japir pushed away from Cyrus whose hands continued hovering right where they rested on Japir's hip just moments before. Japir gasped sharply and covered his mouth.
From Cyrus's chest, the tip of a sword protruded, covered in blood. His master's blood. Tears immediately formed in Japir's eyes as he tried to form a coherent sentence. “W…why…what…"
As more and more blood started to fall from Cyrus's mouth, a hooded figure slowly appeared behind Cyrus. The figure's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood and all Japir could see were burning red eyes piercing him. Then, a flash of teeth from a terrifying grin, mocking him. “Who are you!" Japir screamed.
As he took a step forward, the figure vanished in thin air and Cyrus collapsed onto his knees, his eyes turning lifeless. Finally, his torso started swaying, and he fell forward like a felled oak. With the thump of Cyrus's heavy body hitting the ground, Japir's vision turned dark in an instance. Before he could even form the thought of what has just happened to him, the grin appeared again, rapidly moving towards him from afar. A last moment of terror filled Japir's heart.
He gasped for air and opened his eyes. Sunlight shone right into his face, warming his cheeks and forcing him to squint. He felt around, and his heart rate finally calmed down. It was all a nightmare. His love was safe and sound. He turned his body away from the sunlight falling in through the high rectangular windows. He ran his slightly sweat-coated hands over the sheets next to him. He could feel a slight depression in the mattress where Cyrus should lay. He must be up already, Japir thought. He wondered what time of day it was and felt slightly embarrassed for potentially sleeping deep into the day. He forced his eyes open again and stretched his arms to get the tiredness out of his body.
The air in their bedroom was warm and stale. That was one of the consequences of sleeping up high within the central tower, and having the sun heat up their room no matter the time of day.
However, both him and Cyrus preferred their room that tiny bit too warm. It led to more heated and sensual nights together as the sweat would stick to their hot bodies.
As the lord of the castle, Cyrus had servants reorganize the distribution of rooms, and requested their bedroom to be located within the highest tower of the castle, so they could enjoy the breath-taking view over the valley. The room itself had a wooden floor which had a wild array of carpets all over it, and parts of the stone wall had tapestry of Cyrus's family, battles, and favourite landscapes of their homeland.
As he finally pushed himself off the bed, Japir stumbled to the eastern window. The sun was still visible from here, so at least it was not quite noon yet. He opened the lock on the window, and a gust of wind rushed into the room. He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath which transformed into a yawn. Time to find his master, Japir thought.
If him and Japir would be the only inhabitants of the castle, he wouldn't mind wandering around the way he was dressed currently, namely, not at all, but with their new status came many servants and observing eyes. He grabbed the purple silken robe he wore the night before and threw it over. He tied a knot in the golden coloured waistband and tried to rub the tiredness out of his face before opening their bedroom door.
As he went down the spiral staircase, he passed several windows, giving him different vistas over the valley. To the north he could the cliffside upon which their people put up their war-camp prior to raiding the castle. Towards it ran a wide river, glistening in the sunlight. Towards the east and south he could see wide plains, with a large herd of animals too distant for him to identify grazing. Finally to the west almost hugging the castle walls started the Bristlewoods forest. Several of Cyrus's men have been sent within to explore and find out if there are any escapees from the castle hiding there, however not a single group that was sent in ever returned. After three such groups already disappeared, they halted any further exploration and stationed guards around the side of the forest following the castle side. A shudder ran down Japir's back, thinking what monster could so easily defeat any for their powerful soldiers.
He finally reached the bottom of the staircase and opened a door into the antechamber of the castle. Large red carpeted stairs in front of him led down to the ground floor, towards the main castle-gates. However, Japir assumed he would find Cyrus either in the throne room, or the council chamber. He took his luck searching for Cyrus in the council chamber first, and turned right, walking across the balcony overlooking the main hall. This is where he finally noticed the first signs of life this morning. A pair of slender female dragonkin walked towards the kitchen. They both had beautiful cobalt skin and large perfectly shaped breasts, forcing Japir to stop for a moment to admire the rest of their body, especially their rears. From the side angle that he could see them right now, their asses showed just how large and full they were. What he would give to just give them a good slap and see how they would jiggle. Just before they turned their back to him, Japir noticed that both held their hands on their bellies. They were in the early stages of pregnancy.
For one month of the year, their dragon folk had what they called, the period of Muwari where the mightiest or highest-ranked males chose whichever females they wished to spread their seed and therefore grew their clans. Since only one male was allowed to impregnate the women of a tribe or clan, most dragonkin of similar age were in fact half-brothers. This also had the benefit that it led to a much tighter bond within a clan. Furthermore, since only one single male of the entire clan was allowed to procreate, homosexual relationships were very common to relieve sexual desire. That is in fact how Japir ended up in Cyrus's care. However, now it was Cyrus's turn to lay with the women.
As the pair of women entered the kitchen, Japir heard loud voices arguing from the council chamber doors just next to him.
“The town of Darwen has finished repairing their silos already two weeks ago and have had plenty of supplies delivered, they should not be relying on even more grain transports from their neighbours! There are other people that are starving and need them much more urgently!"
He recognized the voice to be that of Cyrus's right-hand man in the council Woran, an old and sly figure, made for one thing only, politics. Even Japir could probably take him in hand-to-hand combat and would love to do so as he disliked him greatly. However, Cyrus trusted him deeply, as he already gave council to his father.
“Yes Woran, but we have to give in at least in part to the people's demand, remember, even though the way the Sorians brutally reigned over these people was despised, they still do not fully trust us to be better than them. Let us prove to them that we are to be trusted. Give them notice that we will continue deliveries for another two weeks and then they should be able to support themselves."
This was his master's voice. However, when in council or on official business, it was barely recognizable from when it whispered into Japir's ears. It was much firmer, powerful, and confident. Japir thought to himself that he would not mind him to occasionally speak like this in the bedroom, as he found himself to be aroused by every word. He moved closer to the door to dare a peak inside the room. He knew that Cyrus's seat was aimed at the door, so there would not be any risk of the other councilors spotting him.
“What about the townships of Reor and Ytrars. Both still are reported to show resistance to any of our troops entering. You have ordered no violence to be used, however if we leave them be for too long, they might think themselves to be independent. That will make it much more difficult to convince them otherwise later. We may risk losing troops if they are allowed enough time to put together a militia."
This time the marshal of the council spoke. A black muscular dragon with an eyepatch over one of his eyes. His whole body was covered in scars whose fleshy colour contrasted strongly with the rest of his skin. His voice however was surprisingly soft-spoken considering his stature. This was a person emanating confidence and wisdom, whilst still knowing better than to only trust his own opinion.
“Indeed, you are right in this. I ask you, Toran to ride with me to the villages within the week. We shall speak to the people and give them our terms. I am sure they will come to their senses once they see we do not want to rob them."
Two members of the council rose from their seats. Both of them were short in stature, with their yellow skin dressed in very expensive and elegant green clothes. One of them spoke up.
“My lord! What if there are more enemy troops hiding out there! You risk your life for a matter which can be easily taken care off if you were to just show some force with the present troops! You just need to-"
“Be careful how you speak!" Cyrus rose and pointed at the councilor. “As you said, I am the lord, and we do as I say! No violence will be shown to the people and Toran and me will ride to bring them our terms!"
“Very well my lord. Apologies for my insolence." Both yellow dragons lowered their heads and sat back down. One of them was the treasurer Ypris, and the other was his brother Yalen. Japir was still unsure about Yalen's role at the council, however he was also a member ever since his brother was brought on as treasurer.
“And with that, I need a break from this. Let's conclude this council meeting for now. We will reconvene later in the day." Cyrus wiped some sweat from his forehead, looking exhausted. He strode towards the council door, while the other members rose and in unison said: “Yes my lord." Japir stepped away from the door, moving towards the wall of the balcony, leaning on it as if he was watching the main hall and never listened into the council. He could hear the heavy footsteps of his master behind him.
“So, you finally did wake up." Cyrus spoke. Japir grinned and turned around to face him.
“You could have woken me before you left. Perhaps I could have helped give you the energy you needed to make it through these meetings." Japir said while widening his grin even further.
“I think then I would never have left the bedroom." Cyrus stepped close enough for Japir to feel his breath on his forehead. He could feel himself quickly become aroused from his master's massive presence so close to him, especially in such a public space and with the councillors soon to leave the chamber as well.
“You are wearing the perfume." Japir whispered shyly, feeling his face redden. Cyrus simply nodded and smiled at Japir, his eyes transfixed on Japir.
“I want to show you something. Follow me." Cyrus grabbed Japir's right hand and marched away from the council chamber along the balcony. Just before Japir got dragged away, he could see a first councilor exiting the chamber. It was the marshal Toran. He shot a glance at Japir with his one eye and Japir could swear he saw the faintest of smirks just forming in the corner of his mouth.
As they walked through corridor after corridor, turning corners Japir has never even visited in the castle before, he finally caught his breath and asked: “Where are you taking me?"
“You will see, it's a surprise. You will enjoy it, trust me." Cyrus laughed.
From what Japir could gather, they must have been in front of one of the far corner-towers of the castle. A large wooden door, slightly ajar stood in front of them. Japir could see a strong glow emanate from the room, and as Cyrus pushed the door slowly open Japir could see why.
It was a large circular room, with the half of the room opposite of the entrance slightly elevated by two steps. Through the centre towards that higher half ran a purple carpet with intricate details embroidered in golden thread. Flanking it on both sides were small pools of water, just deep enough for someone of his height to stand in them to his bellybutton. Lastly there was the main source of the glow, an immense amount of light falling in through giant windows scattered all around the entire wall which finally was reflected from all kinds of golden furniture and art. A massive golden chaise longue stood at the far centre of the room, with enough space for at least three people. Flanking it, two identical golden statues depicting a life-sized dragonkin sitting in meditation. Finally, from the ceiling hung a chandelier, also in gold of course, with crystals rotating, hanging at different heights. It was the most opulent room Japir has ever seen, and he could not keep his jaw from dropping in awe.
An involuntary whisper escaped Japir: “Wow."
“I said you would like it. Aren't they true beauties?" Cyrus replied.
“They?" Japir finally brought his focus back to the centre of the room and noticed that they were not alone. Three female dragonkin, their skins different shades of bright blue were lounging on the carpet in front of the steps, barely clothed. They only wore wafer-thin silken loincloths. They were so thin however, that Japir could still see their beautifully formed labias. They were the most perfect ones he has ever seen, although, granted, he has not seen many. The three women stared at Japir with seducing gazes, to which he did not know how to react.
Custom has it that no other male is even allowed to mate with females, and the punishment for breaking that custom could be severe.
“Now now, my princesses. I hope you had a delightful morning and are ready to enjoy our company?" Cyrus spoke up in the same voice he used during council meetings.
“Our company?", Japir thought. He really wasn't sure what Cyrus wanted him to do here.
Cyrus ran his strong hand gently down Japir's back. “While you might not be allowed to penetrate any of the females, there are still plenty of other activities you can join in." Cyrus planted a kiss on Japir's cheek. Then with one swift motion he opened the knot holding Japir's robe closed, it falling to the floor without a sound. And with that, the three females slowly crawled forward on the carpet, one, which had an almost purple shade towards him, while the other two made their way towards Cyrus who was now also slowly removing his royal garments.
Finally, both men stood there, their proud members glistened in the sunlight. As soon as Japir gave a glance to Cyrus's heavy cock, he could feel blood rush into his own. He could also feel himself salivate right away for that delicious piece of meat. While still staring, he suddenly felt something wet touch his cock. It was the female dragonkin. Still on her knees, she looked up at him with hungry eyes, as she took his cock in her hand and started licking it gently all around.
It has been quite some time that Japir had any intimacy with a woman, and he could feel himself become quite overwhelmed by the situation. He took a couple of deep breaths, closing his eyes, focusing on the moment. He just had to relax his mind and rest assured by Cyrus's presence.
Then he felt a strong hand grab his. As he opened his eyes again, he could see one of the other females do the same to Cyrus that was done to Japir, while the other, small enough to fit under Cyrus and between his legs, was giving his massive ballsack an intense licking.
“Just enjoy this with me. I want you to be treated, just as I am." Cyrus looked at Japir reassuringly.
Japir nodded and threw a smile back at Cyrus.
Cyrus moaned and threw his head back, as he put is hand on the back of the female licking his cock, which was slowly filling with blood and reaching its full size. The soft barbs that decorated it started also growing. While giving his meat a dangerous look, they were only soft skin and would not hurt. Japir could see the woman swirl her tongue around some of them.
Meanwhile, the woman at his cock started taking it in her mouth and sucking it. And she did a fantastic job at it too, as Japir could not hold back a loud moan. His own cock also finally reached its fully erect state.
“Let's go ladies." Cyrus put the head of the female licking his cock gently away and started walking toward the front of the stairs. He pointed at the woman that just licked his cock, then at the stairs.
“You. Position yourself here for me." Without a word, she crawled quickly towards the spot Cyrus was still pointing at and knelt on the top steps, presenting her peachy rear.
In this position, Cyrus just had to go on his knees, and she was at the perfect position for him to put his cock in either of her holes.
The second lady that was previously licking his balls scooted over as well, and now started to lick Cyrus's strong ass-cheeks as he positioned himself behind the lady. They looked so beautiful, and Japir was almost jealous of the lady, as he would love to bury his head in between them right away.
“What are you waiting for Japir. Come over, enjoy the warmth."
With that, Japir had an idea. He gently pulled the face of the female that was sucking him off away, and slowly walked towards Cyrus. He then slid under both him, and the female, so that he was lying with his head just below Cyrus's balls, elbows propped on the stairs. He had to open his legs wide so that the woman working on Cyrus's ass still had her space to kneel too, but it was not too uncomfortable. He had a beautiful view of his master's already sweaty ball-sack, as well as the labia of the female his master was about to penetrate. A drop of precum dropped from his master's tip and Japir managed to catch it with his tongue. That delicious salty taste made Japir's cock give off a shiver of tension. Finally, he felt the familiar warm feeling once again on his cock, as his female had re-joined him, laying on her belly, sucking his cock.
He shifted his body to find the perfect position, and finally he saw Cyrus's fat cock, slowly part the female's labia. It looked almost impossible, to fit such a massive object in that female's vagina. He could see the fleshy colour shine through between the marine blue labia, and as the cock entered, he could see the rest of the female's body tense up and hear a load moan come from her. That only seemed to excite Cyrus further, as he pulled out, and then pushed in much stronger. He repeated that several times till finally half of his cock could easily slide in and out, and he started to properly fuck the woman.
As his master's ball-sack swung about, Japir buried his face in it. With all of these people around, it was becoming insanely hot in the room, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Sweat from Cyrus's entire body started to run down to Japir's face, and onto his balls. He loved the taste of his master so much however that he just kept lapping it all up hungrily. He also could feel the sweat on his own body increase, until he finally felt the carpet under him turning damp.
Moans, and the sounds of tongues licking and meat hitting meat were all around Japir and his mind was lost in the ecstasy. Finally, he could hear his master's moans change. Japir knew he was close. He wanted to see him impregnate this female up close, so he stopped licking his master's balls, and leaned back. Wanting to still satisfy him however possible, he started however gently kneading them. The motion of his master's cock pushing in and out, quickened even further, until final he held his position, cock pushed in as far as possible, pulsating, and his master letting out an incredible roar. Then he finally saw the excess cum push around the side of the cock, out of the vagina.
Japir immediately brought up his face to lick up whatever he could. He licked around his master's wet cock, tasting not only his familiar taste, but also that of the lady he just fucked. There was still so much cum that could not fit into the female, continuously dripping out. Then Cyrus pulled out, and his heavy cock, dropped onto Japir's face, almost right into his mouth. It smelt of pure sex and cum. Japir took the tip in his mouth, sucking off the excess cum and finally saw his chance as Cyrus moved to the side.
He turned around, almost forgetting about the lady sucking his cock, and started to lick the female's vagina. A dribble of cum still escaped her, and Japir enjoyed licking up every single drop of his master's liquid. With Cyrus out of the scene, the females reoriented themselves. The one licking Cyrus's ass-cheeks was now poking her tongue into Japir's asshole, the one blowing him resumed that job, just in a different position, essentially taking Japir's previous one.
In this moment of heat, Japir could almost feel his mind slip into a state of pure animalistic behaviour, and it took only seconds for him to feel a final rush of ecstasy flow through his body. As he continued licking the warm hole, finally cleaning it of the last excess of cum, he released himself into the lady blowing him. His whole body rocked forward, pushing rope after rope of cum out into the warm mouth. He threw his head up, moaning in a way he never did before. This was one of the strongest ejaculations he has ever had, and it still was not stopping. Neither was the woman licking his ass, or the one gulping down his cum.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally did stop cumming, and the only thing he could do was roll to the side, spreading himself on the carpet. He could almost feel himself faint but tried to fill his lung with as much air as possible, to stay focused.
“Well, wasn't that something." Cyrus said, gasping for air.
Japir could see his master's cock, soft once again hovering over himself. A mix of sweat and cum slowly dropped on his face, and he gave of a soft and exhausted laugh. He lay there for what felt like an eternity before he finally found the energy to face the world around him again.
By then, Cyrus also collapsed and breathed heavily next to him. Two of the beautiful ladies also relished in their afterglow. He searched for the third and quickly found her approaching Cyrus. It all happened so quickly.
“Watch out master!" Japir screamed as he rose from bed, lurching towards Cyrus. However, always aware of the potential dangers as a leader, Cyrus shot up. His massive claw grabbed the female's hand as it almost closed the distance to Cyrus.
Cyrus, still breathing heavily stared at the female. “Drop it, whore."
However, the female dragonkin's face contorted in pain and hatred as she kept the shining dagger firm in her grasp. She finally opened her mouth. “Only once this dagger is piercing your heart."
Japir was holding his breath ever since this situation started unfolding. The other two ladies took off screaming. He felt a knot in his throat and tears forming, fearing for his master.
Then Cyrus calmly spoke. “So be it. Then die." As the female dragonkin's eyes widened, a huge black claw slashed through her face. Blood splattered all over the floor and bedding, some of it even reaching Japir. The dagger finally left the ladies dead hand and hit the floor.
Japir jumped at Cyrus, embracing him, as his heart almost felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. “Thank the gods, nothing happened to you!" The tears finally started running down his cheeks. “Why would she do such a thing?"
Cyrus reciprocated the hug, pushing Japir close. “I'm unsure. But I doubt we are still safe in the castle grounds. Let's get you to safety."
With that, both left the castle in a hurry, with only the most essential items and clothes to hide their identities. That night they found refuge in a small inn at the town, Japir still shaken up by what he had to witness today, trying to find calmness with his head on the chest of his master, slowly moving up and down as he fell asleep.