Broken (Ch. 1)
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Broken
Chapter One; That which I love
Swirling depths of silver and jade pooled restlessly in the canines eyes, as he circled his foe, tossing his head recklessly back in a gesturing taunt. He dared the feline to take a strike closer, to jolt at him with another witty fang, and then they would see who would pin who this time. With a toothy grin the wolf swerved forward to catch the cat's sudden lurch with his shoulder; what really conquered the battle field, his foe's swift feet or his powerful strike? The fate's gave blessing on the latter, the tiger barreled into the shielding shoulder as the lupine came around with his jaws to snap at the feline's neck. His teeth catching on the delicate hairs of his throat, he tempted the reaction he wish: for the feline to pull back and protect the vein with loyal resistance. With the sudden break in contact, the canine took advantage of the misfocused attention, bringing his other paw out from under to batter the openly revealed stomach.
Reeling from the punch, the feline staggered back only a few more steps, gripping his midsection, before his foe was on him again. With an overpowering shove into the cat's chin, his opponent found the ground rising up to meet his whiskers and Rellik's strong paws pinning his own behind him. The tiger admitted defeat with a reluctant yowl for Rellik to release him his arms being pinned and pulled in an uncomfortable angle behind him. Through his heavy breathing Rellik found himself reveling in a deep chuckle at the victory over the wildcat, rising from his knees and letting loose his harsh clutch on the feline's arms.
"Raziel, you do know you are the one that's suppose to be protecting me, don't you?" Rellik asked the guard, watching him rise with some difficultly from the ground.
Raziel growled lowly at the comment, although he managed to rise from the ground, his paws nimbly feeling at his wrists to help release the dissolving tension. Raising his eyes to meet those of his king, he quickly lowered them once more, the personal guard embarrassed at the outcome of the wrestling match between them. He'd seen the prince, now newly appointed king, at the regular wrestling tournaments the palace guards had casually from time to time, if only to keep them occupied when no danger threatened the castle or those most royal. That morning he never expect the royal canine to approach him, nor he did ever imagine in his wildest fantasy that the wolf would challenge him to a match of his own; and most surprising of all, the large feline did not expect to lose such a match up.
Looking past the crown, that did not reside on the king's head currently, he could see that indeed the wolf was his equal, if not more. Naked, as all wrestling matches were done in such a way, he eyed the tall canine that stood before him, the king's taunt muscles and abs flexing under the defining rust color of his fur, which grew longer at his joints and at the edge of his chin scruff giving the male a wild and rogue appearance; hardly matching the criteria physically to be called any sort of pampered royalty. His eyes, primarily a striking silver with jade swirling along the edge of the pupil went back to the guard before they turned away, and Raziel let his own gaze drift in the pointed direction, where a palace servant now bowed and rose to acknowledge them with news.
"King Rellik, we have visitors. Your sister Marie and her husband Prince Enzi of Zirenta have requested an audience with you."
Eyes alight with interest, Rellik nodded the servant away, and glanced back at Raziel one last time before announcing, "Duty calls I'm afraid." and with a cocky flick of his tail, dismissed the guard to solitude as he left the area.
Pulling on a pair of trousers and leaving his torso bare except for the mark of royalty that weighed on his chest: the gold emblem glowing dimly with the brilliance of carefully crafted jewelry, a ruby centerpiece setting the whole thing aglow as it hung from the armor that padded his shoulders, giving the large male enhanced regal grace that conflicted with his naturally rough exterior.
Pushing the doors to the throne room with wide open with ease, he entered with his entourage that soon went to casually mingle with the visiting royalties court. Coming up to greet his brother-in-law first, in proper respects, he shook the prince's paw, his claws firmly gripping the feline's while his eyes wandered to the side to gaze at the lion's wife. There next to him stood his sister in all her fine grace, gazing back at him through the thick and lush curtain of her long lashes, vivid sanguine color catching his own earthly stare and holding it. As a child his sister had always been considered odd, an albino, she was unappreciated treasure that the family held. From the silk tresses of snow that adorned her entire form to her delicate pink nose and lips, she was considered abnormal and thus was shunned from the practices of society. Since their mother had died in childbirth, their father and former king of the land had been swung into the parental spotlight, and his way of dealing with his rare beauty was to lock her up and eventually marry her off one day as a peace offering to Zirenta.
Thinking back on it now, Rellik's memories of their childhood together were quickly washed away as his eyes glided down her delicate form, his stare now pinned on her bodice. His sister, now grown, was still the petite beauty he remembered, dwarfing his tall frame and her husband's by six inches or so, supple breasts edging over the tribal garment she wore from the land she was now married to, his eyes straying a moment longer upon them as he watched the large mounds, peek and hide with every breath, underneath the tight constraints. Beneath her chest laid the tempting hourglass shape of flawless femininity, her flat tight midsection bare to the elements before the split garment came down into a skirt that was supported by the width of her curved naked hips. At the sight of his sibling, Rellik found his tail waving softly behind him. His appreciation of the beauty growing, as the red tip of his cock shifted out the furry sheath that was concealed by his trousers; before his attention was redirected once more.
"We're pleased we could acquire an audience with you Rellik. Ever since the death of your father, you've been quite busy haven't you? Can't be helped I suppose." Enzi greeted, pulling on the wolf's hold so that two royals could embrace for a quick moment before Rellik stepped back to return the lion's grin.
"My father left many duties for me on his death bed. He was a great man, I wish to honor him by fulfilling his requests. I'm sorry you haven't been able to visit earlier." He answered the feline simply, leaning down towards his sister to take the back of her paw in his and bring it forward so that he could kiss the short hairs along her wrist, raising his head with a small smile, "Good to see you so well, Marie." greeting her specifically.
"Your sister is quite the jewel of the Savannah. She's adapted to the harsh weather comfortably, and my people have taken to her. Although we are not use to northern canines such as you and your sibling, she is well respected throughout the land. I have seen even the most respected of felines bow at her feet. Odd; but pleasant to know that there is peace." Enzi responded conversationally, his bride allowing his large claws to possessively inch across the slope of her bum and up her back so that he rested his hold comfortably across the curve of hip that met her waist. Marie's only response a silent smile that was accompanied by a nod on her part, the pale wine of her eyes darting from the face of her husband and back towards the examining stare of her brother.
"Hmm, lovely to hear." Rellik added after a moment's pause before his gaze left Marie to focus back on the prince, "I'm afraid that our time has been cut short though. My apologies, but tell me you'll both grace me tonight at dinner?" He asked, his eyes expectantly shifting from both of theirs. Rellik's shoulders raising in anticipation, his body becoming stiff in discomfort.
"Of course." Enzi answered at last, nodding his head in approval as the king stepped back to leave with one lasting stare at Marie before he turned entirely away from the pair, and with quick haughty steps left the crowded hall to escort himself back to his own quarters.
He couldn't have retreated to his room fast enough, before he slammed the door behind him. Sliding down his paw he unlatched the hook of constricting trousers, the pants dropping at his feet revealing four inches of thick red wolfhood growing from the furry sheath that had been concealed previously. He grabbed the erecting appendage, his breath running in short pants, distorted that only the sight of his sister could stir something such as this within him, relieved that his boner had not grown to a more obvious length in front of his company. But even now, thoughts of his sister caused his cock to stir once more and without restriction he watched as more the member slipped out. Although out of the public eye, he suddenly growled with the hungry want that stemmed from his dick, the sensation causing his look to go feral. It was in that moment that a maid had chosen to emerge from cleaning his private study.
The fox had stopped at the sound of his growl, her eyes running over to his crouched form that stood before the bedroom door. Terror filled the servant, when she caught his eye and instead of seeing her mostly mannered king, was confronted with his hot beastly stare. "M-master Rellik?" She questioned him quietly, barely having much of a voice at all, afraid that if she should make the slightest movement he wouldn't think twice about ripping her into shreds of flesh. Though her reply was only another growl, her eyes traveled farther down, Rellik no longer attempting to hide the nine inches of fully erected cock that stood exposed to her. In shock she simply stared before Rellik snapped her into attention again, breaking the distance between them he brought his paw, far from shy, to roughly clutch her throat with demand. With surprise she stifled a small whimper caught in her throat before her master requested directly, "Strip" his voice stoic.
Not having much of a choice at this point, Rellik releasing his hold on her, the fox maiden tepped back so that she could shed her humble servant garments. Shamefully stripping herself down, so that she revealed unto him her lovely figure; standing there stark naked in front of him, averting her eyes with little to say. In compliance to the pressure his paws pressed upon her shoulders she nervously dropped to her knees, ears pinned back at what would possible happen in that moment. She could barely believe the previous series of events and how they had unfolded, but now caught between her morals and servitude, she knelled there conflicted in front of her king's bed. She watched his own naked figure encircle her in a predatory pace before he sat himself upon the mattress and in doing so brought her face to face with his dick. His only warning was a low rumble in the depths of his chest, her mouth opening to whine in fear once more; but suddenly crammed with his girth as he shoved the appendage into the soft confines of her hot and moist mouth. Driven with pleasure, he had caught her in mid sentence her tongue running across the length of it.
Completely caught by surprise, she resisted him at first, trying to spit out his member, her mouth driven open so that it could accommodate the beast that had forced himself upon her. But with determination, Rellik viciously snapped above her head: a threatening sign that she should comply. Fear thrilling on, she allowed the back on Rellik's paw to gun her head back and forth across his dick, not daring to stop the bob of her head, even when he removed his paw to grip the bed; his legs opened wide to that she work his shaft in ease. He could not place her new encouragement, but found himself leaning back with a moan as the vixen removed herself briefly to come up for air. But just as quickly she was upon him again, her wet tongue lapping at the head of his dick before she twirled the moist muscle across his member, unable to take it in her mouth all at once she rotated from sucking at the tip of his girth and running her muzzle across it's extended length. His cock throbbing with accelerated stimulation as she ran her soft lips across the taunt surface in a tease.
Now fixated with a fox's natural mischief, the vixen tossed her initial fear to the wind, her maw widening in a grin as she watched the expression of the once stoic king melt at every suck and lick, Rellik emitting audible groans of pleasure. The wolf's breathe increasing with a into a harsh pant, as his hips quivered. Taking hold from the base of his wide knot, cock slathered in her saliva and his own precum into her parted jaws, she began to milk him from his tip once more. Rellik's electrified hips began to thrust in an instant reaction, shoving his member farther into her mouth. Now humping at her maw in an easy pace, he placed a paw against the back of her head, forcing her to deepthroat him. His knot could not fit but nonetheless this did not stop the instinctual urge to try to shove it into her mouth anyway. Growling in pleasure as she gagged on his length the convulsions of her windpipe urging his hips to push into the moist cavern of her parted lips with a renewed vigor. Nearly being choked by the size of him, her mischievous streak spiraled out of her, morphing back into the fox's once forgotten fear which soon turned to panic, her jaw becoming sore from the neglect and exhaustion she was now facing.
On the verge of passing out, his hold on her suddenly stiffen, his hips quivering with one final thrust forward. She felt his cock twitch before the pressure that had been building at the base of his knot shot throughout him. Rellik grunted, clenching his fangs together as he released his load into the servant', ropes of sticky white cum flooding into her mouth. He held her there so that each wave which spewed from the tip of his throbbing member was caught in her maw, and that she was helpless to stop it. With a final jerk and exhale he finished shooting his load, removing his paw so that the vixen could break from the hold. Whereas the servant tossed her head back, her chest heaving as she gagged for air, open maw still pooled with white cum and in her quest of air she coughed roughly, some of his seed dripping down her chin as she gagged to swallow the rest, her throat now swollen from abuse.
When the fox was somewhat able to composure herself, her wide eyed stare went to the bed, where Rellik resided; laying back against the sheets now. With the palm of one of his paws cupping the back of his head, and the other one laid still across his stomach, nose twitching before he sighed contently. Thoughts of the servant's well being did not seem to plague the royal canine, instead his mind ran back to think on his sister once more. His claws scratching at the back of his skull, hopelessly wishing that it had been his sister vigorously sucking his dick moments before; not the servant he'd been forced to use in desperation. He could feel the already small, ego-driven, smile that was placed upon his face, stretch with the fantasy of his delicate sister being driven onto her knees. Rumbling, he shut his eyes, Rellik's hungry lust satisfied; for the time being.
Until then, he allowed the naked vixen to climb into bed next to him, and for whatever logic she held, he did not protest when she curled against him, a small paw placed on his chest; his rested and still body unknowingly comforting the servant in the smallest way. Intertwined and motionless, they let time slip.