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Devan walked steadily down the passage , his claws clicking on the stone floor as he went, the tray he held rattled with every step. Stopping briefly he inspected himself in a huge mirror, it would not go well if his appearance offended the king. A slender grey wolf stared critically back at him, clad only in a leather loin cloth his thick fur kept him warm, a gold collar sparkled round his neck marking him as one of the kings servants. Satisfied that everything was in place and his fur properly brushed he continued his journey. As he turned a corner huge wooden doors blocked his way, the guard on each side grasped the hilts of their swords as Devan appeared, relaxing as they recognised the king's servant.

"The kings supper requests entry " he announced formally. He could see the hunger on the guards muzzles, they would have been standing for many hours with no sustenance. But that was not his concern, they would have to wait until relieved.

The thick studded doors swung open to reveal the room beyond. Flaming torches lined the walls bathing the area in a flickering orange light, a hearth dominated one wall where a blazing log fire cast its heat out into the room, heavy curtains covered the windows to prevent its escape. Thick animal skins covered the floor deadening his steps as Devan entered the kings' private chambers and approached the group stood around a heavy oak table. Heads turned to glare at the intrusion as the doors thudded shut. Devan recognised the high chancellor and several army generals, some of the faces he didn't recognise quickly turned away and rolled up the papers the group had been discussing

King Matthias stood at the head of the table, standing a head above the others the muscular wolf dominated the group. The robes of kingship hung from his broad shoulders, the white of his belly fur disappeared beneath a kilt of the finest silk decorated with threads of gold and silver. The lines of battle scars could be seen through his thick pelt.

"Ah, food" the deep voice of the king boomed eagerly. "we will pick this up on the morrow" he continued , waving his paw to dismiss the group.

"Put it here boy" the king commanded, banging the table in front of him with a large paw.

"As you wish Sire" Devan replied with eyes lowered to the floor.

Placing the tray on the table in front of his king, Devan removed the cloth that covered it and knelt beside his master.

Matthias picked up a wooden fork and speared some food with it.

"Eat this boy" he ordered holding out the fork the Devan.

Obediently Devan consumed the proffered meat as the king poured some wine into a wooden bowl.

"Drink" the king instructed as the routine was followed. "Good" the king muttered as he gnawed a muzzleful of meat from a chicken leg.

"See to the fire and then you may leave pup. I am weary and will retire soon enough" Matthias continued, waving the bare bone at the hearth.

"Yes Sire" Devan said as he rose and put the wooden fork and bowl on the flames covering them with fresh cords of wood. Bowing to the king he left and returned to the servants quarters.

The castle slept as guards huddled by braziers to keep warm, the fires lighting their muzzles and spoiling their night vision. A dark shadow flitted through the gloom as a lithe figure dressed in black crept through the grounds unseen. From tree to tree , bush to bush the wraith closed on the castle walls. A rope that hung from an open window was quickly scaled and the figure slipped inside the keep.

Deep in the bowels of the castle hands roughly shook Devan awake.

"You didn't clear the king's supper, stupid boy" a voice growled in the dark "go and do it now before he awakes and causes trouble for us all"

Yawning Devan stumbled out of his cot and made his way through the castle, his head slowly clearing in the cold night air.

The king came awake suddenly with the sense that he was not alone in his room, moving to light the candle at his bedside he froze as he felt the prick of steel at his throat.

"Slowly my LORD" a dark voice whispered sarcastically "light your candle but don't make me prick you more"

The flash of light blinded Matthias briefly, as his eyes cleared he saw a figure in front of him all clad in black, cloth covering its eyes to protect them from the light, its arm held forward to press a blade at Matthias' neck.

"Your life is worth a pretty penny king Matthias, there are some that wish you removed and are willing to pay for it. Look upon death and repent before you meet your God"

The guards let Devan into the kings' chambers and he started to clear the table, making sure to make no noise lest he wake the king. He froze as light came from the kings bed chamber and he could hear a soft voice. Knowing the king always slept alone Devan crept over to the open door to investigate. Peeking round the door he saw the figure threatening his king, standing with its back to Devan. Only then was Devan aware he still carried the carving knife from the kings table and carefully he entered the room.

"If coin is what you seek stranger" Matthias spoke "then I can give you far more than what you have been offered to spare me and unmask the traitors"

"A contact is a contract " the figure laughed hoarsely "there is no going back...." the wraith gasped and looked down at its chest as the silver tip of a blade emerged ,shining in the candlelight before a ruby drop formed and ran down the blade. As the blade pulled back the drop became a stream and the figure fell forward. Only then did Matthias see his servant standing with the bloody knife in his paw. He watched the shock and disgust spread over his muzzle as Devan dropped the knife and tried to brush the blood from his paw.

Matthias leapt from his bed and caught the wolf before he passed out, laying him on the bed before he roared.

"GUARDS, GUARDS"

The ensuing banging and crashing only stopped as the kings guards ran into the room.

"Captain, take this thing away" Matthias commanded "Dead or not just lock it in the dungeon. If anyone asks tell them it still lives but no-one is to see it but me, and I mean no-one. Inform me of any enquiry or attempt to gain access. We have a traitor in the castle I will find out who"

"YES SIRE" the guards barked as they wrapped the body in a blood stained rug and took it away leaving a shining trail behind.

Matthias closed the door and locked it behind them before tuning back to the bed where his servant now sat with his head in his paws, whining pitifully.

The king sat beside his servant and put an arm around his quivering shoulders, making Devan flinch and pull away.

"Sire I should not be here". He sobbed

"Nonsense pup, I owe you my life, the kingdom and I am in your debt. This is the first time you have spilled blood is it not ? " Matthias spoke softly .

Devan nodded, "Yes Sire"

"The first time is always hard, especially when it is so close and personal like that. Let your emotions out, cry if you need to, I will think no less of you for it."

Matthias felt Devan relax and lean back against him, burying his muzzle in the kings thick chest fur as little huffing sobs wracked his body. Matthias lay back on the bed, taking the younger wolf with him.

"That's a good pup" he said stroking Devan's fur comfortingly. Slowly the sobbing ebbed away and Devan's breathing slowed as he fell asleep. As the king lay there with Devan's head on his chest he felt his battle hardened heart soften a little as forgotten feelings entered him. Was he feeling paternal? He had never wed and had no offspring, was this how a father should feel when his son was suffering he asked himself. Maybe, but the stirring in his groin, the plumping of his sheath told him this was different. It had been a long time since anyone,male or female, had lain in this bed with him and he suddenly missed it. Affairs of state, battles defending their borders had consumed him and this innocent, vulnerable young wolf who had risked his life to save his king was making Matthias think there had to be more to his life than that. Sleep claimed him before Matthias could answer the questions the night had raised.

As the sun rose to start another day Devan stirred and came awake as he was conditioned to do. For a few moments he was confused by his unfamiliar surroundings. He was not in his cot, and he was not alone, a heavy arm was draped over him and soft breath ruffled his headfur. Turning round he came muzzle to muzzle with the sleeping face of his king. The nights events came rushing back to him and Devan panicked. Taking care not to wake the slumbering wolf beside him Devan extricated himself and fled back to the servants quarters, just remembering to take the remains of the king's supper with him.

"Where have you been boy?" a gruff voice demanded

Fearfully Devan looked up into the angry face of the servant master.

"In the king's bed chamber Sir." he nervously replied

"Ha, so he finally bedded you did he? " the old wolf laughed

"What? No Sir, nothing like that." Devan retorted, blushing furiously.

"Nothing to be ashamed of boy. It wouldn't surprise me if he had. He must find your appearance pleasing or he would have had you replaced by now, and we can all see the adoration you display around him." the grizzled wolf continued

Matthias awoke quickly realizing he was alone in his bed, the indentation beside him and a fading scent the only evidence his young servant had ever laid there with him. Recalling the nights events Matthias arose and donned a leather kilt, pulling his robes across his shoulders. Leaving his bedchamber he summoned the captain of his guard .

"So did the intruder survive the night?" Matthias asked

"No Sire, his wound was too grievous." the guard replied

"Has anyone tried to see him?"

"No Sire, but the castle is abuzz with rumour and speculation."

"I imagine it must be. Very well, keep me informed. I wish to speak with the servant who was here last night, fetch him here." Matthias ordered

"At once Sire" the guard barked, bowing as he backed away from the king.

A confused and embarrassed Devan was at work in the kitchen, trying to ignore all the comments and innuendoes the other servants were bombarding him with when the guard arrived.

"You!" he snapped, pointing at Devan"The king demands your presence immediately."

The young wolf wiped his fur clean and set himself to follow the guard.

"Here, take his breakfast with you." the servant master ordered, passing Devan a covered tray.

As he followed the guard through the castle corridors Devan's mind was spinning. What would the king say, would he be cross that Devan had left or angry that he had stayed last night? Was what the servant master said true? Devan knew he admired and loved his king as every one of his subjects should do, but what the old wolf had implied had never occurred to him. Devan smiled to himself as he thought about the previous night,he had never shared his bed before but he had to admit it had felt good laying with the king as he had.

All too soon Devan was ushered into the king's presence, the young wolf placed the tray of food before his regent and knelt beside him as he always did.

King Matthias looked over the wolf beside him, head bowed in deference. Reaching down Matthias hooked a claw under Devan's jaw and raised his head to look at him.

"What is your name lad." he asked gruffly

"Devan Sire."

"How came you to be in my service Devan?" the king asked

"Sire, my father served as a captain in your silver pelt legion. He fell defending the northern borders from the invading hoards when my mother was still in pup with me. After I was born she could not provide for us so she took up the kings pledge to provide work in the castle for widows as recompense for their loss. When I was old enough I also entered your service for I have known no other life and have never left these walls." Devan replied

"Last night you risked your life to save mine and I am in your debt Devan and you shall be rewarded for that loyalty." the king said pensively

"Sire I did what any of your subjects would do and no more." Devan replied

"If only that were true lad then the assassin would not have been bought." Matthias grumbled "tell me Devan can you read and write?"

"No Sire, I have no need of such knowledge."

"Very well, I have decided what I shall do with you lad." Matthias said

"I am at your command Sire." Devan replied humbly

"I will make you a ward of the Kings court and I shall take it upon myself to teach you such things and more. Return to your quarters and await my instructions, and tell the servant master to send me another taster immediately."

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Devan, he was soon moved from the servants quarters to rooms on the upper levels of the castle. Instead of a cell he shared with another the room was his alone, the bed itself was bigger than his old quarters. His servants collar was removed and his loin cloth replaced by a kilt of the finest silk and a cloak marking him as a member of the royal court.

The young wolf was seated beside an open fire, confused and uncertain what to do with his new found freedom and the luxuries that now seemed to be his when the door opened and Matthias entered. From instinct Devan shot from the chair and knelt before his king.

"Stand up lad." Matthias instructed with a smile. "This shall be your lesson for today, from now on your are part of my court so you do not kneel before me unless I instruct it, just bow respectfully from the waist like so. And the greeting should be 'My Lord'" he continued giving Devan a demonstration of the correct form.

Devan stood and bowed as instructed. "My Lord." he said with a flush of embarrassment

"Good lad." Matthias praised "I know this is all strange and unnatural for you Devan, don't be fearful of failing. So long as you try as hard as you can I shall still be pleased."

"Thank-you Sire." Devan replied

"For now just relax and get used to your surroundings, wander the castle grounds if you wish. We shall start your education in the morning." Matthias said with a smile.

And so the days and weeks passed, every morning Devan would be ready at his table with quill, ink and parchment as Matthias taught him how to hold the quill, the correct amount of ink to use and the pressure upon the parchment. Moving on to the alphabet, how to form the letters on the page. Leaning over his ward, his stomach pressed against the young wolf's back, Matthias would demonstrate how to do things correctly. Both wolves enjoyed the physical contact and began to actively seek it out, Devan leaning back against his king and savouring the musk that filled his nostrils when he did.

The afternoons the king spent dealing with matters of state, meetings with his generals and chancellors from which Devan was excluded. Instead he spent his time practising what Matthias had taught him, his mind was young and inquisitive and he learnt all the king could teach with ease.

In the evenings he joined Matthias for supper, the king telling him more about the kingdom. Describing the harsh desolate landscape of the mountains to the north, so cold even a wolf could freeze to death if he were careless. The king's tales swooped across the vast grasslands that swept away from the mountains, of the teeming wild life that roamed the plains.Of hunts and nights spent under an endless veil of black, dusted with a billion glittering stars. Finally the stories reached the coast with it's rocky coves and inlets battered by waves so fierce the spume flew high into the air. Long sandy beaches that baked under the hot sun with a sparkling blue sea that stretched over the horizon and the ships that sailed across it. Throughout these tales the king promised his charge that when summer returned they would tour the lands so Devan could see it all for himself

The big wolf regaled the young wolf with heroic tales of battle, miming the sword-fights he had won and where the scars that crossed his body had come from.

As the two wolves laughed and joked together the bond between them strengthened and deepened. The more time they spent in each others company the more they needed it and sought it out.

During this time the treasonous plot had been uncovered, the high chancellor arrested and never emerging from the dungeons again. His confession led to the arrest of two generals and their staff together with a servant from the castle. It was a time of uncertainty, suspicion was rank in the castle. The king took it badly and was of a foul disposition, only calmed when he sat with his ward leant against him, the kings paw gently kneading the young wolfs chest.

The air finally cleared after a public execution of the traitors, new officers fiercely loyal to the king were placed in command of the legions and the kingdom returned to a state of uneasy peace.

It was about this time that the king decided Devan should learn the art of swordplay and so the mornings found them in the courtyard stripped to the waist wearing leather battle kilts with a rapier in their paws. Matthias taught his ward how to thrust and parry and how to read his opponent's intentions, again standing close behind Devan to guide his paws in the correct movements. At the end of the session they would swap the swords for wooden cutlasses and have mock duels. Enacting the king's tales of battle.

Devan began to be increasingly distracted by the king's scent, made stronger from their exertions, aware of the stirrings beneath his kilt. Fortunately the heavy leather hid any embarrassment, but the king's nose was not so easily fooled and he was aware of his ward's increasing arousal in truth it mirrored his own.

One day in a particularly close paw to paw struggle Matthias tripped over a cobblestone and fell backwards, pulling Devan down on top of him. The two lay there panting and laughing like pups with Devan pinning Matthias down. For reasons he could not fully explain Devan suddenly leant down and kissed Matthias passionately on the muzzle.

Shocked he leapt up apologizing profusely and made to run when the king caught his paw and pulled him back down, wrapping his arms round the trembling young wolf he kissed him back with even more passion. At first Devan continued to try to get away but as the king's paws stroked his back he calmed down and pushed deeper into the kiss, moaning softly. Matthias was soon aware of their erections grinding against each other as the kiss got more heated.

When they separated Matthias smiled up at the wolf panting above him, gently stroking Devan's muzzle.

"It appears my affection for you has grown beyond what I had allowed myself to think lad." Matthias said tenderly "and it would seem that your feelings are similar towards me are they not?"

"Yes Sire."Devan whispered

"Then let us take this to my bed chamber where there are less prying eyes." Matthias growled lustfully

The two walked through the castle, the young wolf pressed into Matthias's side, with the big wolf's arm draped over his shoulder. Finally alone Matthias closed the door behind them, and they stood in each others embrace renewing their kiss. Their muzzles locked and tongues writhing together in passion as their paws roamed across each others body until they pulled apart.

"I know this is new to you lad so let me take the lead and show you the way." Matthias said

"Yes Sire" Devan panted

"Nay lad." Matthias whispered tenderly holding a finger the Devan's muzzle. "Here and now you are not my subject but my lover. You are here because you desire it not because I order it. Do you understand?"

"I do my love." Devan replied with a shy smile

Matthias grinned and reaching down he unfastened Devan's kilt, letting it fall to the floor. The slender wolf kicked it away and stood naked but unashamed. Matthias stepped back at looked over his charge.

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined lad." Matthias growled "Now me."

Devan did as he was bid, untying Matthias's kilt and tossing it away, his eyes drawn to the thick sheath and heavy sack it had hidden, licking his lips nervously.

Matthias scooped Devan up in his arms and carried him to the bed, carefully laying him down before lying beside him.

"Just relax my sweet." Matthias crooned as he began to kiss and lick over the young wolf's body. Nibbling gently on his neck before licking at his nipples, when Devan gasped and arched his back Matthias smiled and gently took one in his muzzle, pinching it softly with his teeth making his lover moan and huff. Slowly the big wolf worked lower, across the slim belly and through the denser fur of his groin until his tongue lapped across his scrotum. Gently he took one ball into his muzzle suckling on it and rolling it around with his tongue before moving on the the other.

Two paws stroked his head and played with his ears as Matthias worked, flicking his tongue deeper to run along Devan's taint and tease the puckered bud beyond it. Fingers dug harder into his head as the young wolf hissed and writhed beneath him. Matthias could smell his lover's need as the sheath resting on his muzzle began to grow, the pink tip steadily emerging. Slowly he licked up the plump sheath, slipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive flesh hidden inside. Matthias knew Devan would not last long so he sucked his shaft into his muzzle, sliding the sheath back past the growing knot. Swirling his tongue round the tip he bobbed his head up and down the cock until he heard Devan cry out and his hips buck driving his cock deeper before Matthias's muzzle was filled with hot sticky cum, again and again the hips bucked and Matthias gulped all of the sweet juices down. Only when Devan grew still did the old wolf pull away, smiling as Devan gazed up at him with a dopey grin on his muzzle.

"Your turn." Matthias growled as he lay down.

Devan knelt between the king's thighs and leant down for a kiss, tasting himself on his lover's tongue as he stroked the big wolf's fur. Slowly he worked his way over Matthias's torso, tenderly kissing and licking every hard won scar in the grey fur. Teasing and nibbling his nipples as Matthias had done to him Devan felt the wolf gasp and moan in response. The lower he worked the stronger the smell of musk grew, it was definitely masculine conveying strength and virility to anyone who caught the scent and it made Devan feel safe and secure. Needing more the young wolf sought out the source, nuzzling and licking at the heavy scrotum and the fat jewels that lay inside. Sucking one testicle into his maw it filled his muzzle and he gently worked his tongue around it, eagerly cleaning it of its musk before cleaning it's twin. Snuffling deeper the musk got earthier and more powerful and Devan's tongue hungrily sought it out. Matthias spread his legs wider to give the young wolf better access.

Devan could hear Matthias groaning louder as he lapped across his taint, strong paws gripped his head and pushed him deeper. Locating the strongest source Devan's tongue lapped and probed the wrinkled flesh making the king huff and pant loudly before a paw gripped the scruff of his neck and pulled him out. The paw steered him over Matthias's fat sheath, a few inches of thick cock stood free and oozing pre cum.

"Suck it" the big wolf moaned, pushing Devan down towards it

Devan eagerly lapped at the pink shaft, letting it slip into his muzzle as his head was pushed onto it, sucking the sweet goo onto his tongue. The paw held him still as Matthias bucked his hips, driving his throbbing meat in and out of the hot,wet muzzle. Faster and faster it went, Devan could feel the tip kissing the back of his throat as he sucked hard on it. Suddenly Mathias stiffened and drove his cock deeper before he howled loudly, Devan's muzzle filling with thick potent spunk. The young wolf swallowed as fast as he could but the torrent overwhelmed him and strands of cum leaked out the side of his muzzle and onto the bed.

Finally the cock stopped pulsing and Matthias went limp, the paw releasing his scruff so Devan could pull away, licking his lips clean of all the leaked spooge.

"For a first time that was amazing lad." Matthias gasped

"I had a good teacher" Devan replied with a grin

"Enough for now." Matthias chuckled "come lay with me."

Devan lay beside the big wolf, his head on Matthias's chest while the king wrapped his arm round his young lover, tenderly stroking his back. Exhausted the two quickly fell asleep in each others arms.

Sun streaming across his eyes made Devan stir, slowly waking from his slumber, it took him a few moments to recall where he was. At some point he must have turned in his sleep for he lay with his back to Matthias his rump pressed into the big wolf's groin as thick arms held him tight. The king's muzzle lay on his shoulder soft breaths stirring the ruff around his neck. One of Matthias's paws was massaging the young wolf's sheath while Devan became aware of something large and very hard poking him in the back.

Devan's movements awoke the king who squeezed the sheath in his paw, running his thumb over the pre covered tip while grinding his hips into Devan's rump.

"Seems both of us have awoken again lad." he rumbled into Devan's ear "I think you are ready for your next lesson eh lad?"

"I am eager to learn more" Devan moaned as Matthias gave his sheath an extra firm squeeze.

"Then get onto your knees lad." Matthias said as he released his hold.

Devan waited as the big wolf rolled onto his back and lay flat, his cock, pink and glistening stood erect, the sheath rolled back behind his knot.

"Now come here and kneel over me, facing my feet." the big wolf instructed, patting the bed on both sides of the bed.

Devan did as he was bid and knelt over the king, hot breath from his muzzle tickling the young wolf's scrotum, Matthias licked his lips as he looked at the swaying sack, along his taint and the coveted pink bud hidden beneath Devan's tail.

"Now lay across me, resting on your elbows lad."

As the young wolf lay forward so his sheath came the kings muzzle and he lapped at it, moaning as he felt Devan's maw engulf his thick spire. Seeing his charge needed no further instruction Matthias suckled the prick twitching above him, while his paws massaged and spread Devan's cheeks. A pre soaked finger sought out the exposed bud, stoking and probing gently.

Devan closed his eyes as nose filled with heady musk which strengthened as he leant forward, opening them again the king's oozing head was right in front of his muzzle. He needed no prompting to take it into his maw and suck the wolf's juices onto his tongue, taking the shaft deeper until his nose hit the swollen knot. He groaned loudly as hot wetness engulfed his own and a greasy finger stroked his most private area.

Devan jerked and huffed loudly as his bud opened and the finger slipped inside, driving his wolfhood deeper into Matthias's maw. The invader wormed its way deeper until it hit a spot that made the young wolf's body tingle, as it massaged the spot more so the sensations became stronger and more pleasurable.

Matthias felt the tight ring clamp tight around his digit moments before his muzzle was flooded with spunk and Devan's body convulsed above him. With his lover satisfied the king gave in to the wolf nursing his cock and he growled loudly as his sack began the twitch and draw up, firing its contents into the waiting muzzle.

Once the cock in his maw had stopped pulsing and he had swallowed all of the royal seed Devan rolled off and the wolves lay head to tail huffing and panting heavily while they recovered.

"Now ." the king exclaimed as he sat up. "Now we eat."

Refreshed and suitably dressed the two wolves sat at the king's table which was covered with roast meats, bread and fruits. The king drinking wine from a golden goblet as they ate in silence while servants attended to their needs. Devan kept glancing nervously at Matthias before looking away with a blush colouring his cheeks. Once they had eaten their fill the servants cleared the table and they were finally alone again.

"You have been unusually silent Devan, do you regret what happened between us?" Matthias asked

"No my Lord." Devan replied quietly

"So what troubles you lad?" Matthias asked kneeling beside the young wolf and taking his paws in his own

"I fear that what we have done is wrong and that you must send me away." Devan sniffed.

"Pray why would I do that lad?"

"The king should take a bride and have an heir to continue his line, she would not take tolerate you taking a lover let alone another male." Devan whimpered. "and I fear I could not live without you now."

"Lad listen to me. These past few months you have bought joy to my life where none existed before. There is naught wrong with what has happened this day and I would not change it. The problems that concern you are for another day but I swear they are not insurmountable. I would no more send you away than I would slit my own throat for both would cause me to lose my life-blood."

"Are you sure my Lord?" Devan asked with a weak smile

"Upon my heart I swear it lad, but I must ask you one thing." Matthias said with a sigh

"Anything my Lord."

"The affection and desire you have shown me this day, is it really for the battle scarred old wolf that kneels beside you or for the crown that he wears on his head."

"My Lord, crown or nay I would walk the the very fires of Hell to be by your side for I love you more than life itself." Devan replied as he cupped the wolf's cheek in his paw and gazed deep into his eyes

"Then let us have no more of this melancholy, this is a day to celebrate and cement our union." Matthias laughed as he jumped to his feet. "Wait here lad there is something I must prepare."

Devan sat beside the hearth warming his paws by the flames, as the king spoke to a servant out of earshot before the servant scuttled away. When Matthias returned he sat in a large chair and patted his lap.

"Come sit with me my love" he crooned

Devan smiled shyly and settled into his lovers lap, leaning into the wolf's body and resting his head on his chest. The wolves sat quietly, lost in thought as they watched the fire crackle and burn Matthias gently stroking Devan and playfully nibbling on his ear until the servant returned.

"All is prepared Sire" he grovelled

"Excellent." Matthias boomed as he lifted Devan to his feet "follow me lad, time to relax a bit more."

Devan followed the king through the castle until they entered a small ante chamber.

"Remove your clothes and leave them here lad." Matthias said as he began to strip

Once they were both naked they entered the next room which was full of steam and the aroma of lavender and lemon. The king led them to a pool of water tendrils of steam rising from the surface. Beside that pool sat a tray of vials with a flagon and two cups beside it. Beckoning Devan to follow Matthias stepped into the pool and sank until just his head bobbed above the surface. The young wolf stepped into the pool and hissed as hot water surrounded his paw, as he sank deeper he got used to the heat until he lay beside Matthias.

Matthias put his arm round the young wolf's shoulders and pulled him into his side and they lay like that as the heat relaxed their muscles and the scents relaxed their minds. As the water cooled a little Matthias poured a refreshing cup and Devan sat across the king's belly resting his back on Matthias's bent legs while they drank.

Matthias reached up and affectionately stroked Devan's cheek as he gazed adoringly into his eyes

"Devan, my love. I have a burning need to mate with you and claim you as my own, bearing my scent and my mark so all shall know you carry my heart with you always." he crooned softly

"Nothing would bring me greater happiness my sweet." Devan replied softly as he leant forward and kissed the big wolf's muzzle

Standing Matthias lifted the slim wolf from the water and laid him on his back beside the pool, gently kissing and nipping over his body while Devan gazed up at him his paws stroking over the king's muscular arms. Picking up one of the vials Matthias pour warm oil into his paw and spread it over Devan's sheath and balls, then coating the other paw in oil he started to tease the young wolf's puckered ring, greasing under his tail before worming a digit into the tight hole. Slowly he penetrated gently working a bit deeper before pulling back and then deeper still adding more oil as he went.

Soon the finger slipped easily in and out , Devan moaning in pleasure, a second digit drew a hiss of breath and the ring tightened but the bath had done its work well and the young wolf's muscles relaxed again. The two fingers slid easily to and fro, opening the entrance further and a third digits joined the party and sank in easily.

With Devan fully prepared the big wolf oiled his aching cock and knelt between his lovers thighs, lifting his legs over Matthias's broad shoulders. Carefully positioning his tip at the quivering hole Matthias pushed slowly but surely into the young wolf's passage, groaning as the tight walls wrapped around his sensitive flesh surrounding it with heat. Steadily he sank deeper, Devan gasping as the thick shaft massaged his prostate sending jolts of pleasure through his body and into his brain. Finally the fat knot bumped between Devan's cheeks, pressing against his ring as Matthias ground his hips against the young wolf's rump, his meat opening his lover wider as it worked deep inside his bowels.

Slowly Matthias became to rock his hips back and forth sliding his throbbing shaft in and out of the welcoming hole, gripping Devan's thigh with one. paw he massaged his cock with his other greased paw.

Devan was becoming a quivering wreck as sensations bombarded his brain from all sides, until all he knew was that he craved more.

Matthias began to build up speed. faster and faster he went, his hips pounding against Devan's butt cheeks. Loud slaps echoed round the chamber drowning out the grunts and moans. Matthias felt the pleasure build and knew it had to be now.

"Are you ready to seal our union lad,to be claimed as my mate ?" he barked

"By the Gods, take me , take me now" Devan snarled

Matthias pulled Devan harder against him, pushing his knot harder and harder against the resisting hole. Leaning forward he took the young wolf's shoulder in his teeth and bit hard, breaking the skin . The act of dominance broke the resistance as the young wolf submitted and the fat knot popped inside, the abused ring clamping tight behind it tying the lovers together as one.

Matthias continued to hump, pushing his knot as deep as he could putting more pressure on Devan's love nut and driving him over the edge. His cock bucked and pulsed in Matthias's paw spattering them both with thick strands of cum. Devan's passage tightened and pulsed around the invading spire milking it of every drop of it's potent seed. Matthias tilted his head back and howled as loud as he could, the howls echoing round the castle announcing to all that the king had claimed his mate.

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