Innocent 2

Story by sisco on SoFurry

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This story is a sequel to https://www.sofurry.com/view/1056394 it was a request by a top-tier patron, who also took a YCH slot. This chapter picks up a few weeks after the first. Karde, the Tiger Prince, has learned a lot more about sex, and yet is still utterly confused by the feelings inside him. Fortunately his lover Pris is with him and he is about to meet a new friend or two.


"Sire!... Sire!... SIRE!" The squealed words were music to my ears and to the burning muscles in my hips. My beautiful golden rabbit, riding my lap, his cock erupting on its own and soaking us both with his juices. I gave a groan of triumph, my paws holding his hips tightened and I let go of all control. Jumping to my feet, I laid him over the table, the sweet honey buns we always shared for breakfast mashing into his silken fur. My roar echoed around the dining hall as I claimed my servant once more, my thick feline cock painting his insides with my royal seed.

Pris could do nothing but lay under me, his strength utterly spent. Our bodies sealed together in a way I could never fully describe, panting as one. I looked down on him, and my heart filled with joy to see his smiling face. That pink nose quivering in the way it always did after sex, his eyes fluttering and his mouth wide open, as each breath came in a desperate pant. Even the crumbs of the cakes, the half-emptied plates of bacon and eggs could not spoil his perfection, not to me.

His eyes opened and I joyously lost myself in the ocean of his azure blue beauty. "Sire... that was astounding," his words were panted as he looked up at me smiling. "Another lesson mastered." I smiled down at him, feeling myself slide out and the connect between us was gone. Inside I felt something, a strange feeling of pain. It wasn't something I was able to comprehend then, but looking back I knew why it hurt for him to refer to our lessons.

For six weeks, he had been my servant and he had been teaching me the ways of sex. Learning to suck, to fuck, to lick, nibble and a thousand other little ways of pleasure. All for one goal, to help me get close to the Crown Prince of L'vath. Prince Croyte and his friends were known to cavort lewdly in the woods while out supposedly hunting. He had refused all requests for meetings with me and all invitations to the embassy.

It wasn't too surprising, my father, the King of Trevath was not well loved. Which is understandable as he was not a loveable man, in retrospect, he was an evil despot who skinned his enemies alive, then deflowered their daughters and wives on the furry hide of their loved one. Fortunately for me, as his son, I had been raised by priests, taught to fight and nothing else. I was and am an excellent soldier and general. However, as an ambassador, I lacked something; a way with people. Of course, my own lack of talents was further compounded by my father having our previous ambassador murdered in the very embassy within which I was fucking Pris.

Grabbing a towel I wiped my cock clean, strutting around naked. My body was something to behold, pure feline perfect, muscles and grace. The stripes of a tiger, my fur a burning brilliant orange. "Thank you, Pris. However, all the lessons will be for nought if I cannot show these skills and impress your Prince."

There was a slight hurt behind his eyes as I talked of our time together so. Pris had taught me so much about my body and his. As a Cathal servant, he learned to serve from the age of ten and one of the many things he learned was to provide his master with sexual release. Those lessons he was teaching to me and each one I relished. During our moments together, naked and intimate I felt something, something I was too naive to understand. "Six weeks and still Croyte rebuffs me."

"I am sorry, Sire," Pris replied as he climbed off the table, trying to brush the food from his fur.

"It is not your fault. I should have waited a few weeks before attempting to join his hunting party uninvited. Let the court grow accustomed to my presence and let words of our... engagements spread." Let no-one say that Karde the Crown Prince of Trevath lacks integrity, I own up to my failings and work to fix them. Surprising Croyte and his friends mid-orgy had not gone down well. If not for Pris' gentle words and quick apology it may even have ended in bloodshed.

Now I needed to find another way in. At Pris' suggestion, we had taken on more staff, a cook, some maids and gardeners. All of which knew I was fucking him, not just through their ears they had oft walked in while we were mid-lesson. Pris had said this was good, rumours would get back to the palace and that might buy some leniency. The Trevath are not known to be open to such pleasure, that I was should have allowed me some small increase in the esteem of Croyte. However, so far there had been nothing but rejections or silence.

The door to the dining hall opened and a maid rushed in, she paused and looked away to see us both naked. Although, she looked away slowly treating her eyes first. I was a prime specimen of tiger maleness and Pris was beautiful beyond measure. Golden fur, deep shining blue eyes and a nice trim body. "Sire, there's a raven for you."

A raven, another one. I had expected it, one a week my father had sent asking me for news. One a week I sent back without the answers he wanted. His claw marks had turned to white streaks on my chest, a reminder of my duty of honour to my father, king and kingdom. Befriend Croyte, crown prince and most importantly General at arms. Find out the disposition of their army, were my orders. Naive I may be, but on military matters, I was no man's fool. My father intended to invade. L'vath was of interest purely for its location. One end of the valley faced Trevath and the other Carstar, the Ursine kingdom.

At each end huge walls with a giant castle in the middle as the only gate. We had attacked many times and failed. The ursine's had tried a different tactic, they were becoming fast friends with the rabbits. If either kingdom gained control they would have an unmatched tactical advantage a short route to the heart of their enemy. "Thank you, Daisy," I muttered and she scurried away blushing and giggling. "Pris, you should clean yourself and then meet me in my study."

Pris bowed and a moment later he was gone, and the world seemed somehow much darker. I walked out of the dining hall, wearing absolutely nothing. Shame was not something I had been taught about. My teachers were far too busy teaching me to kill and they had instilled a belief that any signs of arousal were an illness that must be cured with ice water or I would die. After six weeks with Pris, I felt foolish to have ever believed such a lie.

The maids looked away, slowly, when I wandered past. The gardener was willing to stare and I was willing to let him. I walked to the small coop that the messenger ravens were trained to find. Some nations used pigeons, but ravens are bigger and smarter. They had been our messenger of choice for generations. One was sitting atop the coop helping itself to the food and water the maid had no doubt supplied.

I took the message from his leg and placed him inside the coop for a well-earned rest. He would need it for I would respond to my father and send him back tomorrow. The response was going back tomorrow and it would be short, nothing new to report. I walked to my study, it was strange how quickly it had become my study. Back home, I'd just had a small room, I slept on the floor. Sometimes I would have books in my room if there was some new text on tactics or weapons.

The study in the embassy was like a library. Hundreds of books looked out at me, all written by hand, copies of texts available in the palace. The greatest literary works of several kingdoms were around me. I had read a few pages of one, a world through another person's eyes. It had been a pleasant experience and I had allotted myself time to read a few pages a day. I had the time after all until I found a way to complete my father's orders and then... I tried not to think of what was coming next.

My robe was hanging ready for me on the study door. Silken fabric, in royal purple. Pris said I looked regal in it, but I felt stupid. Hearing someone coming up the stairs, I thought it might be him so I pulled the robe on. Sadly, it was just Tulip, the houseboy. I swear Pris had hired staff he knew I could not berate or get angry with. What kind of monster can bellow at a boy named Tulip, his parents have already punished him for life. You can't yell at a Daisy either, without feeling like you are screaming at a child.

"Yes, Tulip. What is it?" I asked as he timidly knocked at the door. Poor lad, eighteen years old, I had never seen anyone who was the age of a man with such a nervous disposition. I always spoke as gently as I could, because the first day I had met him I'd raised my voice, just a little to be heard and I swear you'd think I flew into a murderous rage from his face. "S...Sire... D...do you need Pi...Pivor today?"

Pivor was my steed, a warg of the purest bloodlines. He was a head taller than the tallest warg I had seen in these lands and he walked with a swagger that said he had noticed it too. Or maybe the swagger was because I had ordered a bitch in for him to mate with. It had been Pris' idea, to help me learn the mechanics of sex. It had worked too, sort of. I had at least known roughly what went where and Pris filled in the details.

"Not that I know of. Why?" I asked as I sat behind my desk and opened the note from my father.

"There's some of the village children coming up to help with the cherry picking in the orchard, and they was wondering... if'n your Majesty doesn't object... " the poor rabbit took a deep breath. "If they could ride him up to the orchard and back again...maybe."

I resisted the urge to chuckle. Pivor was a beast bred for war. I had seen him eat the head and heart of warriors he had slain. One time I watched him chewing on the guts of a soldier who had not yet passed on, the last thing he saw was Pivor's face with his spleen between his teeth. Yet the local ragamuffins thought he was just some big soft cuddly dog. "Very well, Tulip. However, please ensure they use his real name."

"Oh, yes Sire. He probably don't take too kindly to being called Mr Stinky all day," Tulip replied with a deep sigh of relief.

"I honestly don't think he gives much of a damn either way. However, he is my steed and I ride him into battle. The last thing I want my men to find out is that Crown Prince Karde, Lord of the Eastern Marches, is riding Mr Stinky into the fray." It was a strangely evil torture to watch Tulip try to hide his amusement. I don't smile much, it's not in my nature. So nobody is ever sure if I'm joking and you have to be careful when laughing around a person who is known to have a temper, and who has killed over three dozen men. Including three of my own brothers. All of it in service to my father, the king, or defence of my own life.

"I... will make sure they show the proper respect. Thank ye," Pris had been well educated his accent was more that of a lord. Tulip was clearly trained, but the more nervous he was the stronger his accent became. He bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

The note from my father was in code, I had memorised many cyphers before embarking on my journey. It took mere moments for me to translate it. However, it didn't say much. Just that he was getting impatient and angry at my lack of progress. Along with a not so veiled threat that I had better hurry to serve him and god better, or he would find a son who could. I knew was no ideal threat, I always had brothers looking to advance.

Grabbing a quill and a small scrap of parchment I drafted a response. Saying that I was trying and that I would not fail him. Lighting a candle I dripped wax onto the rolled paper and used my signet ring to seal the note shut. I would send it tomorrow, once the raven had recovered from its long flight here. The poor creature spent its entire life flying back and forth between two countries and never really stayed still for more than a few hours.

There was a knock at the door, a more confident one, rhythmic. It was Pris' knock, I had memorised it quickly, always the same, two taps a slight pause and two more taps. "Come!" I shouted and sure enough there he was, and it felt like the sun had come out from behind a cloud.

My golden servant gave me a smile, he was fully dressed in servants clothing. "I finally got the bacon grease out of my fur." He announced with a chuckle. I saw that cute pink nose twitch, he could smell the wax of the seal candle. "Another report to your father?"

"Indeed, though it is short, for it matches the progress I have made," I grumbled and he shook his head sadly.

"I am sorry, Sire. However, I may have news that may mean next week you will have some progress to report," he said with a smile.

I waved a paw at the chair next to me, "please, sit and explain." I saw his eyes flick to my lap and I knew what chair he wanted to sit on.

"One of Prince Coyte's friends has returned from a long trip to his homeland." Pris smiled at me. "He is a Dracine, a fellow prince as well. The Dracine have a more guarded relationship with the bears. However, Prince Drac is well in with our Crown Prince and has his ear. His manservant, a wolf from the north, has the ear of his master." The Dracine were the lesser dragons, roughly the size and shape of most beastmen. With large tails and plenty of strength. Unlike their greater cousins, they had only one head and didn't breath fire. Nor did they have much magic to speak of, a few tricks and the odd glamour.

"And, do you have the ear of this wolf?" I asked eagerly, excitement rising in my chest.

An embarrassed smile came to his lips, "Not exactly, though I think I could have. However, there may be a price. For both of us to pay."

"Gold is..." I stopped mid-sentence, the look on Pris' face told me the price was not to be paid in coin.

"Cardi has no mate and it is known that he likes to spend time down the local tavern. He will be there tonight as it happens. With your permission, I could attempt to...persuade him that you would very much like to meet his master. At his master's pleasure." Pris spoke the words master and pleasure very clearly and I know exactly what pleasure that would be, for both the wolf and for the dragon.

It was strange, I gave no thought to the dragon. If he wanted pleasure then Pris had trained me enough that I was certain I could provide it. That had been the intent of the exercise and I had always known it would mean I would have sex with other men. Potentially many at once, for that, is what it may take to win Coyte's friendship.

However, there was a strange reluctance within me to say yes. Looking back I knew what that was. I didn't want Pris to have to be with anyone else. He was mine and I wanted him to stay that way. "Very well, then I suggest you get to the tavern tonight and make the attempt. If you need coin for drinks and food I can provide it."

"Yes, Sire. Thank you," he replied and I could see a hint of concern in his eye.

I wanted to tell him he didn't have to go. Yet, I couldn't. My duty demanded I take this chance and that meant he had to take this chance. "I think I will go for a walk. Tulip has taken Pivor cherry picking with some of the local children." Pris nodded his agreement and we left. The day was spent mostly in silence, I found it more difficult than usual to speak. Pris I knew could sense it and he knew better than to press me.

When the time came for him to leave, I walked him to the door of the house. A very rare thing for me to do, certain for one of my own servants. I gave him a small bag of gold coins. Foolish me, I gave him so much money he could have ran away and bought his own farm. However, I really know nothing of the worth of gold. I know to some men it is everything, but the only gold I desire is the golden brown of Pris' fur. "Good luck," I muttered sullenly and he bowed to me.

"Thank you, Sire. I will not fail you." He replied with grace and then was gone.

The door shut behind him with a thud that seemed to echo through the house and my heart. "No, I know you won't," I muttered to the empty silence. All the servants had already left, they all lived in the village nearby. The embassy felt empty, the rooms echoed back every single footstep on the flagstone floors. My entire life I had been alone, this was the first time I had felt lonely.

As the hours passed, I wandered out to the stables to see Pivor. The big brute was upside down sleeping. His eyes opened as the stable door shut and I saw him look up, probably hopeful that the cook had returned with an extra late night snack. Pivor gave me a soft wuff of welcome as I stepped into his stall and then flopped back onto the ground. There were flowers woven into his mane, no doubt the local children had enjoyed their day with Mr Stinky.

With a grunt of my own, I flopped down next to him, my back against his warm flank. Pivor's huge head pushed into my lap and I scratched behind his floppy ears. I stayed there for hours, my warg eventually falling asleep with his head in my lap. It was warm in the stable with him, the straw-covered floor was comfortable enough and facing the embassy alone was something I didn't want to do. Although I told myself I was spending time with Pivor because a good soldier keeps the bond with his steed strong. For a person who had never lied in his life, I had been quick to adapt to telling myself lies.

Eventually, my ears picked up a sound from outside, footfalls. With a grunt, Pivor's slumbering head was lifted out of my lap and placed on the straw. I emerged from the stable, stinking of warg, and saw Pris just as he reached the embassy door. The rabbit was looking a little tired, and he wasn't walking confidently. I was used to his every motion being full of grace.

When I closed the stable doors behind me, he turned. Rabbit ears are exceptionally sensitive and I knew he'd heard me. In the dim light of a new moon, I could just about make out his face. It seemed to be sad until I got close and he seemed to focus on me and a bright smile lit up his face. "Sire!"

"Pris!" I said, my heart leapt to hear the joy in his voice and I trotted forward.

"I was successful, Sire," he announced staggering a little in my direction his words slightly slurred and the scent of alcohol on his breath. "You will get an invitation to Prince Drac's house for a lunch tomorrow."

It was good news, but you would have not known that from my countenance. It felt like a blow to my heart, his joy was not in seeing me, but in his successful completion of my task. "Well done," I said softly and nodded at the house. "You look tired, you should rest."

"As you command, Sire," Pris replied. However, as he turned he stumbled and I caught him with both paws. Before I knew what I was doing he was in my arms and I lifted him up. Carrying him like a newlywed husband carries his wife over the threshold. His muzzle pressed into my neck and I felt him breathing in my scent. "I missed you." Pris' words were so soft that I was not sure they were not just my heart hearing what it wanted to hear.

My arms tightened around him, but I couldn't think of what to say in return. So I carried him to my room and laid him down on my bed. "You should undress," I muttered, his clothes smelt of smoke and alcohol. This wasn't unsurprising for a man who had spent an evening in a tavern. However, I had no desire to smell that all night. A constant reminder of what I had ordered him to do.

Pris struggled to pull his shirt off and my paws flew to help him. Pulling off his shirt and helping him remove his pants. His golden form flopped back onto the bed, with a happy sigh and then he rolled over, naked. My eyes drank up every inch of his beautiful lithe body. Yet both my eyes and nose noticed something. The matted fur around his buttocks and the smell. It was worse than smoke or alcohol. It was the scent of another man... and his seed, inside my love.

My large paws reached out to his buttocks. Six weeks worth of lessons, I was no longer shy about touching him or myself. I had tried so many things with him. Pris moaned softly as I grasped him, his tail quivered in the cute way it did when he was getting excited. Pulling gently his golden cheeks parted and his pink puckered hole was displayed. My heart caught in my throat, Pris' entrance glistened with moisture I had seen it this way many times, it was a beautiful sight. Except, this time I couldn't see the beauty. All I could see was the seed of another man leaking from my love and it burned my eyes.

"Sire!" Pris called out in surprise. My mouth met his pucker, my paws held him firmly as my tongue pushed inside. Pris had taught me to rim, for pleasure. This time I wasn't thinking of pleasure, his or mine. My tongue didn't play across his puckered entrance and tease him open. It was a battering ram, forcing its way deep inside. My rabbit moaned and shuddered in pleasure anyway. My tongue never stopped, I lapped it up, every last drop of the musky seed.

Nestled between his sweet golden cheeks I found a soft purr escaping my chest. My eyes closed as I settled into my task, to clean my mate. My tongue worming into every crevice I could reach, licking him clean. While he lay on the bed wriggling in pleasure. He moaned, "Sire!" Over and over.

All my life to that point, almost nobody had ever used my name. I was Prince, Sire, Your Royal Highness. Never just Karde, not to anyone but family. My brothers all hated me, my father saw me as his ultimate rival. My name had never been spoken in gasped sighs of pleasure, but my heart ached to hear it come from his lips. Had my tongue not been busy I would have ordered him to use my name. However, in that moment, the only thing I wanted more than to hear my name was to clean every trace of his infidelity away.

My lips pressed and kissed his nethers with a burning passion. With each breath I smelt my love, the scent of the other male faded, as did his taste. Working my tongue deeper and deeper I began to slow down. Listening to Pris' cries and responding to them as he taught me. Finding the metallic nub inside that made him squeal with pleasure. My purrs grew louder, hearing his joy and feeling him squirming under my ministrations.

I could feel my own arousal growing and suddenly I needed to be inside him. My cock was aching to touch his insides. To show him who the better male was, who he belonged to. With a growl of passion, I pulled my mouth from his sloppy open ass. Oil wasn't needed, I knew that he had been bred too recently and well prepared by my mouth. My pants were discarded and I climbed onto the bed, squatting over his uplifted rump.

Pris gasped with desire as I pressed my cocktip to his glistening pucker. He wanted me, I knew it and I needed him. One powerful thrust down and I was hilt deep inside him. He was slick deep inside and I tried not to think just what that slickness was caused by. Taking deep breaths I thrust back and forth slowly, letting him feel every inch of my maleness. With each moment his cries grew louder and my desire burned brighter.

"Oh... Sire!" He whimpered as my hips pressed flush to his, my balls resting against his smaller ones. My breath caught in my throat again and I paused. Just basking in the feel, Pris beneath me, my paws firmly around his narrow waist, holding him on my maleness. Pris was mine, he belonged to me and I knew at that moment I would kill any man who dared to try and tear us asunder. My love had done his duty and now I had to do mine. To show him that I was his and that he was mine, not this wolf's mine!

"Karde," I whispered, pulling my hips back, slowly and firmly using everything I had to pleasure him. Licking my lips as I felt his body trembling and squirming, knowing the pleasure I was bringing him. My heart began to race and my instincts were screaming at me to fuck him, to hold nothing back, breed this errant bitch so he would know that no other man could compare to me.

"Sire?" He asked between gasps of pleasure, looking back at me. Azure blue eyes, an ocean of tranquil beauty that I wanted to spend the rest of my life swimming in. My hips kissed his again harder and harder. As I picked up the pace suddenly grinning down as I heart him squeal. Fucking him with desperation, my cock reaching as deep inside him as it could be thrust. Lion balls drummed off lapine ass as he cried out again and again.

A voice inside me was begging to breed him all the way, to drive myself to my peak of pleasure. To wash the other man from his insides and lay my claim once more. However, if there is one thing my teachers taught me, it was discipline. So I forced myself to slow down again, once more using my full length to tease his insides. His whimpers were music to my ears, I could hear his desperate need in every sound, in his every breath and movement. "Karde, my name. Say it."

The first day we had met I had forbade him to address me by my name, his hesitation was understandable for I had not asked kindly. Yet, when my cock thrust into him once more I heard his musical voice lift up, "Karde!" He cried out and my heart soared. My hips crashed into him again, harder and faster. "Karde!" He squealed with delight and desire, lost to the pleasure of the moment.

My body moved, laying down over him. Feeling his tiny form surrounded by my muscular body. He was under me, around me and inside my heart. I grasped him tightly in my arms, my hips bucking wildly and I kissed his neck and shoulders. "Karde!" He screamed again and again, over and over. My paw reached down and found his manhood, tumescent with his lusts.

"Again," I growled in lust, as I thrust and jerked his manhood. His entire body beneath me trembling with lusts and he pushed back wantonly into my every thrust. I could feel my peak coming, but I bit my lip and forced it away. I needed him to cum first, I needed to prove to him I was good enough.

"Karde!" He screamed out into the night, his voice echoing through the empty halls. While I gave him everything I had, holding nothing back. I bred him with a deep passionate intensity I had never known before. My body burned to be apart from his, and I tingled at his every touch. Our furs mingling as we writhed together, locked in passion. Until I felt his cock throb in my paw, his voice lifting up, screaming my name loud and clear as I fucked him to a deep and powerful orgasm.

With every muscle burning from the effort I fucked with every last ounce of strength I had. My own voice lifting up in a bestial roar, that echoed after his screams. My cock throbbed inside him and I unloaded everything, washing him clean with my own seed, leaving no trace of his infidelity. I rutted his increasingly sloppy ass for what felt like an eternity. Until I came to a rest, with my half hard member wedged deep inside him.

We fell asleep, with our bodies still conjoined in bliss. His tiny form under mine and I slept more soundly than I had ever done, knowing he was there and that no other could ever take him from me. Pris was mine.

I woke to the feeling of Pris squirming under me a little and I rolled off, but pulled him with me, letting him breathe the fresh morning air, but keeping him in my arms. "Morning... Sire," he chuckled as he pressed down into me, nestling into my arms. Part of me was disappointed to hear him use my title again. Yet, I know had he used my name I would have told him to only do so when instructed. It would not do for a servant to address me as a familiar. The previous night had been a different time, and I had been a different man.

"Morning, Pris," I purred softly and squeezed him closer. The room was filled with the warm golden light of a morning sun. It gave everything an almost magical glow and the warm light on Pris' golden fur made him shine.

"Breakfast will be on the table," my rabbit observed with a smile. "Given your evening appointment, I would recommend a good hearty breakfast to help prepare you."

"No Lessons today?" I asked a little disappointed. Every morning for almost six weeks we had practised some form of sex.

A tiny rabbit paw caressed my cheek and I stared into his blue eyes. Pris kissed my cheek and whispered, "if last night taught me anything, it is that you do not need any further instruction. My lord is a great student and he will be ready to impress Prince Drac or any man or woman he wants to.

His words were kind and I definitely felt pride in them too. However, I was sad to think our lessons were over. So I said nothing and just looked at him. Our eyes met and locked and suddenly his lips were on mine, and I was moaning happily as I returned his tender kiss. It lasted but a moment and yet the effect I still feel to this day. "I love you, Sire. I know that you are my master and that you will take other lovers and in time a wife. However, you will always be in my heart."

It was a risk he was taking, and we both knew it. Pris had expressed his love before and I had thrown him out. This time I didn't. My arms tightened around him and I wanted to say something to him. To tell him he would be first in my heart, always. However, those words wouldn't come, no words would. So we lay together as the sun got higher in the sky until Daisy knocked on the door to warn us that food was ready.

Pris slipped from my arms and they missed his touch almost immediately. "I should wash, Sire. I can still smell the tavern in my fur." I nodded dumbly and stared at his naked ass as he walked out and then I stood up. A silken robe was pulled around my shoulders and I adjourned to the dining hall. Breakfast was on the table, set for two I noticed. Though that was hardly surprising Pris had eaten breakfast with me almost every morning.

I tucked into a large plate of bacon, sausages and eggs. All good hearty food, and I felt ravenous after our late night fun. Halfway through Pris joined me. We said nothing but exchanged a glance and a smile that sent warm shivers through my body. He ate a bowl of porridge and then we shared some honey cakes, sweet baked treats that Pris had introduced me to and I had grown to love.

"The invitation to Prince Drac's came this morning. One of his servants delivered it." Pris announced after breakfast was over. Then his slid a small slip of parchment over to me. In some very neat script, but in a language I had never seen before. "It invites you for a meal and drinks at his Highness's pleasure. Tonight from six." Pris informed me.

I stared at the parchment. It was everything I had been working for, a way in. A way to get the rabbit prince to trust me. So that I could stick a knife in his back, at my father's instruction. My ambivalent feelings were very unsettling. Seven weeks earlier I had one purpose one narrow way of thinking. Wait for a sign from the gods to kill my father, in the meantime follow his orders as if those same gods had issued them. In retrospect it wasn't a particularly nice existence, however, it was very simple.

"Thank you, Pris," I mumbled as I put the card down. Pris gave me a slightly curious look, he was always trying to figure out what I was thinking. It was useful in that he often did what I wanted before I asked. However, sometimes I wondered just how much he had guessed of my true purpose. The thought of those blue eyes when I finally fulfilled my father's command. It wasn't something I could face, all I did was swear to myself I would not let anyone harm him. This entire valley could burn, but not Pris, he was special.

The day passed pleasantly enough. We spent the day in my study and I learned much of the Dracine that day. Nobility is as special to them as it is to my people, maybe more so. For them, a commoner cannot so much as touch as anyone of noble blood. The penalty for such is death, even if the touch is to save their life. Pris mentioned that he would, therefore, not be able to assist me when Drac grew amorous. As a fellow prince, I would be able to touch him at will.

His wolf manservant, Cardi, was well known and amiable enough, according to Pris. A fact that made me squirm internally thinking on the previous evening. Sensing my unease Pris confirmed that Cardi would do all of the serving for Drac. Butling becomes a dangerous profession when even slightly brushing your employer's arm is punishable with immediate death. For that reason, Drac had come with his own servant and he always left the house when the cleaning staff were there. He rarely went into town either.

"It sounds quite sad and lonely to me," Pris observed. "There's not many who can risk touching him. His predecessor stumbled on the steps of the palace on his last day. Before anyone could stop then two footmen had rushed to pick him up. He brushed himself off, apologised profusely and then cut their heads off, before the entire court. It was ten years before our King would accept a replacement ambassador. Drac is very, very careful."

"If he falls, you let me help him up," I said humorlessly. "In fact, maybe you should stay here entirely."

Pris smiled at me warmly, "I will be careful, Sire. However, Cardi insisted that I come, you need a servant to serve you and if not me then who? Daisy, or Tulip?"

Part of me wanted to say yes, a thousand times would I let them die to save his life. "No, I suppose that would not be wise."

"Besides, from what Cardi told me, we, that is Cardi and myself, will be expected to set the mood for you and Prince Drac," Pris' blue eyes were suddenly anywhere but on my face, as he let the realisation of what he was suggesting sink in.

"You mean,... you and he...will?" I asked a little shocked.

"Yes, indeed. Prince Drac likes to take his guests to the hot springs after food, where he expects their servant and his to perform on each other for the arousal of himself and his guest. It would not be wise to try and refuse such an offer."

My jaw hung open as I tried to grasp the enormity of that. To have sent Pris off to do so away from me was one thing, but to have my face rubbed in it as a way to arouse me? I desperately wanted to cancel it, but my chest tightened and I felt the claw marks my father had given me burning. I had a duty to fulfil and if Pris took that cur's cock once more we could both live with that, somehow. So I said nothing and just nodded my agreement slowly.

"Prince Drac prefers to be dominant, especially on a first encounter. Again, I would counsel that you accept this," Pris' eyes sparkled a little and then he lowered his voice. "However, when before Prince Coyte, I suggest that you turn the tables on the dragon. Our Prince likes to see the stronger males dominated thoroughly and I know, through the skills I have taught you, you could do so without hurting your relationship with the Dracine Prince."

Maybe hearing that I would have to lift my tail for another should have bothered me. It barely registered on my mind. Though I did smile at Pris' suggestion for some constructive retribution. I would have that, and more once I had taken what Drac had to offer. Pris had used a variety of what he named, toys, to prepare me to take the more well-endowed species. I was confident whatever he gave me I could accommodate with the grace and dignity befitting a feline prince.

With the lessons over and time running short we dressed. Pris had selected something for me. All silk, much of it purple, an important colour for the Dracine peoples. I felt akin to a flamboyant floral arrangement and not a Prince of the realm. Pris wore simple blue, in cotton. It was a small blessing, or maybe a deliberate one instigated by Pris, that all the staff had been sent home early. Thus my shame remained between the two of us and Pivor.

"I will walk, as is fitting," Pris said as I saddled up Pivor.

"Bollocks!" I grunted. "You will ride before me, Pivor can easily handle two."

"But, Sire it isn't done for..."

"It may not be done here, but I damn well am going to do it and I'd like to see a man who will look me right in my eye and tell me I am wrong," There was more than a hint of growl in my voice and in the swagger in my step as I leapt onto Pivor and offered Pris my paw. With surprising ease, he took my paw and mounted Pivor, his slender body before me. "Now, let us ride, lest we not be late."

During the ride, I suddenly realised I had made a tactical error by having Pris ride before me. His lithe body bounced with Pivor's easy strides. His perfect little buttocks pressed up against my crotch, sliding up and down. My nethers began to engorge at his touch. Sweet lapine scent was blowing back into my face, I could smell him, and feel him. My body wanted him more with each stride Pivor took.

We arrived at the Dracine embassy in good time and there was a tall black wolf standing in the doorway waiting for us, Cardi. He bowed as I dismounted and I saw a small smile slip onto his lips, possibly at my stupid purple attire, more maybe from the huge tent my erection was pitching. "Greetings Prince Karde, my lord is expecting you. If your servant would care to escort your beast to the stable I will take you to my master." Polite and direct, I was ok with that. To my eye, I could see not a speck of any colour but black on him, save for his brown eyes. His muscles betrayed a man who was used to physical exertion, and his movements were too fluid for a servant. He was either a dancer, a very doubtful prospect, or a man well trained in the military arts. My money was on the latter.

Their embassy was similar to my own. Apparently, the lapine liked to treat their guests to lavish surroundings. Cardi led me into the dining hall. The table was set, for two with the Lord sitting at the far end staring at the door. Prince Drac didn't get up to welcome me, he just regarded me quietly from his seat. Pris had warned me that the Dracine could be quite arrogant and not to expect too much courtesy. I also noted that my place at the table was set by him. While I could admit the practicality of it would enable conversation, as a Prince of equal rank I should have been placed at the other head of the table.

Not that it mattered to me, it was all just the means to an end. Even if the means was also my end. Cardi bowed and left without a word and I walked the length of the hall. Drac was a purple dragon, though I could see blue on the inside of his wings. He had two huge curved horns on the back of his head and some tusks sticking out of his chin. I actually thought he looked handsome and the slightly smug smile he had was more charming than offensive.

"Greetings and welcome!" Drac announced getting to his feet as I reached him. I shook his offered hand, noting the blueness of his wings was matched by his tongue and the pads on his paws. His scales were very fine and he gripped my hand like a man. I put some muscle into the shake and looked him right in his blue eyes, making my statement of our equality without a word.

"Thank you, and thank you for the kind invitation," I said. "It is a delight to make your acquaintance. It has been a rather lonely few weeks since I took up my posting."

With a nod of his huge head and an understanding smile he replied, "ah yes, I can imagine. Your predecessor was a rather popular chap. I must admit I did have him... visit often." The significant pause was noted and I was smart enough to know that he'd enjoyed the general for more than conversation. It was also a direct flirting with me, something Pris had prepared me for.

I gave a slight bow of my head, "I can never take his place. However, I hope as his replacement you can have me... visit just as often. Our peoples have much they can share and learn." His eyes flashed and his smile broadened as I flirted in return, making my intentions clear. We had shared just a few words but secured that later we would share something far more physical. I at least appreciated the brevity of the exchange, if not the indirect nature.

"I instructed the cook to make us a light meal, I hope you do not mind," Drac said as he returned to his seat, gesturing for me to join him. I took my seat at his side and glanced at the array of cutlery that was in front of me. To my eye, it looked like at least seven courses. A light meal when considered in geographic terms, maybe. "Afterwards I was wondering if you would care to join me in the hot springs. This embassy was built so high up in the hills specifically to take advantage. They are invigorating."

Something in Drac's eye flashed when he said the word invigorating, and I put as much charm into my smile as I replied. "That sounds delightful, I look forward to being... invigorated." Drac chuckled as he picked up on my exact meaning. Internally I was proud of myself, learning with Pris was one thing, putting it into practice successfully was another. Although, in retrospect, that was akin to an archer being proud of hitting the mark, five paces in front of him.

"I have some spring wine from my homeland. It is made with the nectar of the flowers that grow wild on the meadows of our northern hills. The flower during spring, of course, hence the name. It is truly sublime and I think a good way to toast a new... friendship." He picked up a slender blue bottle and poured a glass for each of us. This shocked me a little, not for the blue colour of the liquid, but that he would pour himself. I expected royalty with such a strict code to insist their servants serve them.

"Thank you," I said and picked up the glass. The scent was distinctly floral and yet quite pleasant. Drac picked up his glass he lifted it up saying, "to new friendships." He said in toast and I lightly clinked my glass to his. The wine was very pleasant, the floral taste and sweetness were cut with an alcoholic kick that felt like it had come from the hind legs of an enraged mule.

Drac was watching me carefully and I knew this was a test, so rather foolishly I decided to prove my mettle. I kept the glass to my lips, letting the sweet liquid burn my sinuses clear until the glass was empty. "Very pleasant."

"Indeed," he replied and leaning over he filled my glass again. My bravado satisfied and my head spinning a little I wisely decided to wait until I had had some food in my stomach before I tried any more posturing.

Pris and Cardi appeared shortly afterwards. I knew it had not taken Pris that long to stable Pivor, so I guessed their delayed entry was something commanded by my host. I said nothing, but Pris and I exchanged glances and very slight nods. The meal was pleasant and indeed light as Drac promised. Seven courses but not a single one that would have served to feed a poor starving church mouse.

Small the portions may have been but the dishes were absolutely divine. Though, I had to admit I found it frustrating to have to wait so long between courses. I may have drunk another glass or two of spring wine, the effects were not diminished by the small morsels of food. However, Drac started to match me, glass for glass and the rosy glow we felt loosened our tongues.

"My father sent me here so I would 'no longer disgrace him in his own home'." Drac shared with a laugh. "As if coming here is a punishment. Good food, good friends and lots of..."

"Significant pauses," I cut in before he could get out an innuendo and we both laughed.

"Nothing wrong with a good significant pause," the dragon replied with a shrug and he leaned forward. "I'm certainly planning to significant pause you before you leave."

"Just once?" I asked with a wink and a laugh that spoiled the effect. It is said that alcohol makes fools of peasants and kings alike. We were certainly proving that it made fools of Princes too. "My father would not approve of significant pauses, or all the fucking I have done since I arrived here."

My course nature unleashed by the alcohol and Drac's eyes went wide. A mouthful of spring wine sprayed out across the table, staining the white cloth with blue liquid as he guffawed. When he had regained a small modicum of his dignity and composure he asked, "I thought you had not... had any significant pauses with the other lords."

"No significant pauses, no fucking or sucking either. However, Pris here... " I pulled Pris into my lap and nuzzled into his neck. "Has been a wonderful companion." I saw the smile fade from Drac's face and his eyes left me and moved across the room to where a black furred wolf watched. At that moment I saw it, the jealousy and I knew there was more to this dracine than I had been told.

Pris was pushed out of my lap and I was kind enough to feign ignorance of the little moment I had seen. Two lovers desperate to be together, unable to even touch. No wonder Drac insisted that Cardi put on a show for the arousal of his guests. Drac smile returned quickly, "I must admit I envy your ability to... enjoy those of lesser breeding."

We sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a few moments. I knew I needed to say something to get the evening moving back along the right path, "well, why don't we adjourn to these hot springs which I have heard so much and you can enjoy someone of noble breeding?"

"An excellent idea! Cardi, inform the chef I was suitably impressed with his offerings this evening and give him a gold sovereign." I was impressed, that gold coin would cover the rent of a small holding for a year. It was a princely gift indeed and I wondered if I had been too stingy with my own servants. Poor Tulip could do with some reward for surviving thus far with his name. "Then I hope you and my friend's servant can provide some entertainment worthy of two such princes."

Drac led me through the embassy and out into the gardens behind. A small building stood not far away. I could see misty steam rising all around it. It was no surprise that this was our destination. Inside was a beautiful marble room. In the centre was a steaming pool of blue water. I could see a channel at the back where water was flowing in and another that let the water out. It was easily large enough for a dozen or more to bathe comfortably.

My eye was drawn to my host who was already disrobing. He showed not a single hint of shame, understandable for him form was most pleasing to the eye. I followed his example, deeply grateful to be rid of the horrible purple silk attire. Drac walked to the pool and stepped down into it walking to the far side where he sat down on a seat I could not see.

I dipped my foot into the water and I resisted the urge to pull away as heat seared against my skin. I tried to show no fear or discomfort as I stepped deeper and deeper. Although I did gasp softly as my sheath and balls were enveloped by the hot water. With feeling fading, I joined Drac on the far side. Finding a small submerged marble shelf clearly meant for sitting. Drac's arm and wing slipped around my shoulder and I leant against his naked form.

"This is nice," he murmured softly and I couldn't help but agree. The hot water seemed to pull the were from my muscles and left me feeling wonderfully relaxed. My muzzle wandered on its own whims, nuzzling up against his neck, my chest purring softly as I kissed his soft scales and he moaned in delight.

Drac's paws found my chest and he dipped me back a little, his lips pressing to mine. I moaned softly at the kiss. It was pleasant and warm, knowing what was to come my sheath was already beginning to swell. The sound of the door closing was enough for us to break the kiss. Cardi and Pris were walking around the pool, both of them were naked. Cardi's dark fur pure black as night, contrasting sharply with Pris' golden fur.

"Ah, excellent. Our entertainment has arrived," Drac rumbled as he turned to watch and gave a gesture to Cardi who nodded his acknowledgement. Pris and I exchanged looks, we didn't need clumsy gestures, he knew what I expected of him. The wolf put his paw on Pris' shoulder and I watched my love sink to his knees. "Your servant is very pretty, such a pity I couldn't get my paws on him too."

I didn't respond I just watched, while those lips, I had been kissing a few hours earlier, were kissing a furry black sheath. The black fur helped make the display stand out, the pink tongue running all over that sheath. My heart raced as I remembered that tongue on my sheath, running over it. Pris' warm lips taking my cocktip into his warmth and nurturing my maleness. A spearlike canine cock slipped into view, and then into Pris' mouth. Cardi's moans of pleasure echoed around the marble, his sounds of pleasure bouncing back and forth until they seemed to be coming from all directions.

As I watched the two servant's service each other, Drac took a chance to press his advantage. A strong scaled paw wrapped around my achingly hard cock. I gave my own moan of pleasure, and I swear I saw Pris' head twitch. He heard me, I was sure and he wanted to see what was happening. "Well, it seems that you approve of the view." Drac purred into my ear and then squeezed my cock.

Not to be outdone I reached my own paw across and wrapped my fingers around the thick dragon shaft I found there. It was different to both my and Pris' cocks, different from the canine cocks I had seen. Thick and smooth, but with several plates along the bottom, they gave a bumpy texture. "It seems that you are enjoying it as well." Not an original response, though I have learned one does not need to be witty or insightful with a male when you already have your hands on their erect cock.

We sat in mostly silence, save for our pleasured moans, as we stroked each other and watched Pris on his knees. The echoes of the hard marble walls made it impossible to know whose moan of pleasures you were hearing. In my head I imagined that Pris' mouth was around my tip, licking and sucking. I could see him bobbing his head faster and faster. Cardi's length was quite impressive, though I was sure I was bigger, definitely thicker.

Drac's cock was throbbing between my fingers and I loved that feeling. The thought that I was making him moan and gasp in delight. A glance sideways told me all I needed to know, the dragon only had eyes for one person and he wasn't me, nor Pris. The dragon licked his lips as he stared hard at his servant.

Cardi suddenly stopped Pris, both Drac and I moaned, then a shared sigh as we let go of each other. "Looks like your manservant is about to take it, from my man... servant." Another significant pause and I was certain of the significance. Pris was on all fours, his paws gripping the edge of the bath and I watched as Cardi stroked his cock and moved up behind him.

That was too much for me, I got to my feet, much to the surprise of my host. I heard a grunt of confusion and glanced back at Drac offering up a paw to him, "come on, I want a better look." Drac grinned and grasped my offered paw, letting me haul him to his feet. We waded quickly towards our servants, who had both paused, maybe worried that they had done something wrong.

I waded right up to where Pris was on his knees. My paws were placed just beside him as I bent over, lifting my tail and glancing back at Drac. A flash of realisation dawned on the dragon's face. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be so... welcoming."

"I think you'll find I can be both warm and welcoming," I replied and he chuckled as I turned to look at Pris. He was smiling at me and then I saw his face twist and he gave a gasp, his entire body shook and I knew Cardi was inside my lover. My paws stroked his reassuringly as I smiled at him, leaning closer until our lips met.

Just as my lips touched his, two strong hands gripped my hips and I felt something blunt pressing to my pucker. It was big, I knew that and I gave a soft whimper as the dragon gave me no quarter. His thickness was stuffed into me with desperation and Pris drank down my moans of pain and pleasure. Inch after inch forced inside me, and I knew Cardi was pushing into my lover at the same time.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt Drac's balls pressing to mine and the kiss with Pris was broken. My rabbit put his paws on mine and squeezed. The thickness was something I had grown used to with the toys Pris had used on me. However, Drac's eagerness was not, there was no waiting for me to adjust, he just thrust again hard and fast. I cried out as the dragon held nothing back, he was breeding me like a bitch, right in front of our servants.

Pris cried out too and I saw his body shaking. Cardi was matching his master thrust for thrust. While Pris and myself matched each other, pleasure cry for pleasure cry. My paws grasped at my rabbit, I kissed him desperately, urgently. The roughness hurt and yet... it was addictive the powerful feeling of being taken I felt strangely powerful and my hips kept pushing back.

Not a word was spoken, just four voices lifting up in growing pleasure. The thrusting of the two synchronised. Pris was pushed to me, as I was pushed to him. Our lips were wrestling with each other. My cock ached and yearned for my touch. However, holding Pris was more important, he was my love, my life, my everything. I could no more let him go in that moment than I could cut off my own head and then play a game of chess.

His hot breath caressed my cheeks, I could see him twisting in bliss. Cardi apparently knew his business and I could attest to the skill of his master. With each savage thrust, he speared my deepest pleasure spots and I mewed like a kitten. My tongue and Pris' danced and then I heard something, the sounds of kissing, only it wasn't ours.

A glance upwards confirmed it, our hosts had given up all control and Drac's tongue was desperately exploring the muzzle of his servant. Had I any mind left it would have wondered if this might be Cardi's last kiss. However, all I did was purr and redouble my passionate kisses with Pris. My cock was begging me for release. With each thrust, I felt shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. My paws clawed at Pris desperately, could feel the pressure inside me building.

Neither of our hosts paid us any attention, they were lost to the final realisation of their forbidden romance. Years of living together, watching each other pleasure strangers, wondering what it would be like to touch and neither one wanted to stop. I could certainly imagine they knew that once they stopped a hard conversation would be needed. In the meantime, they had two warm bodies between them, just perfect for their aching cocks.

Four males lost to pure pleasure, the water splashing gently as Drac rutted me with the passion of a feral beast. Pris squealing and gasping with each thrust, I knew that sound, my bunny was on the edge. My guess was our hosts had little time left before their own peaks of pleasure. Biting my lip I tried to fight back the growing pressure and pleasure, my cock throbbed in the warm water, with each thrust it swayed and the hot spring water caressed my aching length.

My resistance was weakening, my paws reached out to Pris and I found his shaft. It was slick with pre and I wondered just how much my lover had spilt while another man was inside him. Pris cried out into my mouth and I grinned. I loved to hear his pleasure and I squeezed his length more and began to jerk him off. Pris trembled against my lips as I helped drive him over the edge.

One moment he was trembling and whimpering and the next he was crying out at the top of his lungs. My nose picked up his scent, the smell of his fluids, and my fingers felt his length throbbing as he emptied himself onto the marble floor. Cardi's voice joined his and I saw the wolf going wild on my rabbit's ass. His tongue hanging loose as he drove his knot deep into Pris and tilted his head back to howl in bliss.

Two servants collapsed on the side of the pool panting, while bunny cum sank into both of their furs. The two lessers finished all there was left to prove was which nobleman could hold out the longest. Drac took a page out of my book and I purred and cried out as a scaled hand grasped my aching length. The new sensation was too much and with a roar of pure feline bliss, I shot my seed into the steaming water.

Drac gave a grunt of victory as he felt me clenching down around his thickness. Last to go and the ultimate winner he picked up the pace, those scaled plates on his penis feeling strange as they slipped in and out. A ribbed feeling that had driven my pleasure higher and higher. I gritted my teeth and clenched down around his length, strapping myself around the dragon cock. My purrs were so loud, echoing around the room and right back to my own ears. No-one could question my enjoyment of the moment and no-one would question Drac's.

Last, but by no means least, Drac lifted his voice to cry out in pleasure. Giving himself to my muscular rump, pumping every drop of his royal seed into my striped rump. With one last savage thrust, his hilted inside me and then stood panting heavily. I saw his eyes go from me to Pris to Cardi. There we stayed for a good five minutes until Cardi pulled out of Pris.

Matching his servant, Drac chose that moment to pull out of myself. Pris was the first to get to his feet, his training allowing him better recovery than almost any man. He gave me a look and I nodded, "I will go get Pivor ready, Sire." Pris replied and then he bowed to Drac, and as he turned I saw him give a cheery wink at Cardi.

The wolf was looking anything but cheery and neither was Drac. I pulled myself out of the pool, the air suddenly cold after such a long time in the hot water. "The hour grows late, I should return home. However, I thank you for your kind invitation and I assure you we will meet again soon." I turned to leave, and my eye caught Cardi and I could see the fear in those eyes. It was nothing to do with me, it was his fate and Drac's to set.

Turning back I gave Drac a smile, "this home is wonderful, so far from any towns. I could imagine you could do almost anything and no-one would know." It wasn't a very clear suggestion, but I was unused to subtlety. Drac didn't reply he just followed me out of the water, but his eyes never left the wolf. I stepped forward and placed a paw on the dragon's purple chest, lowering my voice I added, "Even a fool like me can see how you feel. I would say that of all things, love is the one thing that is most worthy of breaking tradition. Much as I am, you are the only of your kin here and nobody would ever know."

"I would know!" Drac spat and I felt the anger in him rising.

"Maybe, but you have to decide what you can live with..." a significant pause, used to devastating effect as I turned to Cardi. "And who you can't live without." A soft sigh from Drac let me know my words had hit home. There was nothing more I could do if I pushed any further I knew Drac would push back harder. If he went to kill the wolf there would be nothing I could do, or rather nothing I would do. To get in the way would almost certainly lead to war between our peoples.

As I left, I turned back one last time and saw Drac take a step towards Cardi. The wolf didn't move, he just looked at the dragon with sad eyes. Then the door was closed and I waited and listened. After a minute I heard a splash, and then another. I found out later that Drac had seen some sense in my words, or more likely his own heart.

I pulled on the pants from my rather flamboyant and uncomfortable outfit, staring at the shirt I decided that the night air wasn't cold enough for me to put it back on. That would have been true had it been mid-winter and mid-blizzard.

Pris was waiting outside the stables, with Pivor's reigns in his hands and a concerned look on his face. With a look, he asked the question and my small smile of a response was his answer. Pris gave a sigh of relief and then stood aside as I mounted Pivor. My rabbit climbed up in front of me in a heartbeat. His warm dry body pressing to my soaking one.

"A successful visit," Pris observed and I felt his rear pressing back into me as I spurred Pivor on. The warg leapt away at a gentle pace and my sheath rubbing up against Pris over and over. It was far more intense than on the ride to the embassy and I suddenly realised, Pris was pressing back. His rubbing buttocks were slightly out of the rhythm of Pivor's bounding gate.

My rabbit was throwing himself at me, grinding up against my crotch. The realisation sent the blood pounding through my veins. Pris lay his head back against my chest. His slender arms slipping around my neck as my cock pressed against his ass, suddenly tumescent and ready for more. Warm lapine lips kissed my neck and I gasped as his paw slipped down behind him.

I was dumbstruck as his fingers wriggled their way into my pants, made tight by riding with an erection. I panted as his slender fingers grasped my erect member and, without a slight hint of shame or hesitate pulled it out. My thick length flopped against his back, staining his shirt with my pre-cum. The night air was bitter cold and yet I could have stuck my dick into a block of ice and it would have remained hard with Pris' gentle and lustful touch.

One moment I was riding with my cock stroking up behind my lover. The next Pivor jumps over a rock. Pris rises up in the seat and he cums down perfectly, impaling himself on my shaft. My cry of passion echoed down the hills, Pivor paused and looked back at us in confusion before continuing on, leaving us people to our silly actions.

Warmth surrounded me, each step Pivor took our bodies rocks and my cock stirred inside him. Warm fluids soaked my balls and I tried not to think of the other man. My paws grasped Pris tightly and he turned to me. We kissed, deeply and passionately. Rocking in the saddle, my cock rocking back and forth in his depths. Our moans and groans of pleasure grew. Pivor made another jump and our kiss was broken.

Unable to stop I tried to steady myself, my hips starting to trust as I felt him push back. I wanted him, I needed him and I knew he wanted and needed me just as badly. Pris hadn't been willing to wait until we got home, he wanted me inside him the moment he got a chance. Just thinking of that made me grow lustfull and buck in the saddle, driving myself in deeper and harder. Our cries rang out again, as I stuffed myself inside his rump.

We rode on, Pivor taking the lead as neither of his riders cared for the direction. We were lucky he did not decide to go into town, or cross country. My lips and teeth found Pris' neck, and I kissed and nibbled him sharing my hot breath and deep moans of passion. Our hips pressing together over and over. I reached around and found his pants badly tented and moist with his precum. Holding him with one paw, the other pushed into his pants and I gripped Pivor desperately with my hips.

Any moment I was sure I would lose balance, but I couldn't stop. I was addicted to his touch, to the feel of him around me and to thrusting deep inside him. My balls were already beginning to sing with the need to empty. My fingers grasped around his engorged maleness, jerking it rapidly inside the straining fabric. His cries and moans filled my ears, "Karde... I need you Karde." He whispered and my heart soared to hear my name in his sweet voice.

My hips drove home faster and faster as I was desperate to have him. My cock reamed his depths, pulling out the juices of a lesser man, ready to fill him with my own and claim him once more. Pivor stopped as our actions confused him, or maybe he was just showing his masters he understood our needs. With no more rocking, my hips led the ride once more, delving forward fast and hard.

Our lips met with great passion, our tongues dancing and delving into each other's maws. I held him and knew I was holding onto love, while we drove each other nearer and nearer to the peak of bliss. It was me who lost control first, roaring like an animal into the night as I fucked desperately, my cock throbbing in his depths as I emptied all I had into my lover.

Pris wasn't far behind, my hips had only just begun to slow when I felt his warmth tighten around my cock, pulling it in. While Pris whimpered softly, saying my name over and over again. My fingers were soon soaked with his seed and my rabbit hung limply in my arms, fully spent. I looked around and knew we were not far from home. As Pris leaned back and snoozed against me, I spurred Pivor on. My softening cock stayed inside him until we reached home.

Pivor was left loose, I knew he would come to no harm as I carried Pris inside and laid him down in our bed. I pulled him into my arms and smiled at his slumbering beauty. I lay my head down next to his and just watched him sleeping, even asleep he was radiant and I wondered what my life would have been like had my father not sent me to this place. It was a very short wondering, fore I knew, it would have been empty and lonely. No friends, no sex, no laughter and no love. Just duty and honour. Some would say that is how a man lives, I would say it is how a hollow shell exists.

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