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Prince Ass-Eater For Guderian and Sinister By Draconicon

Prince Zander was the picture of royalty, from his black scales to the purple designs that ran up his body from the tip of his tail to the inside of his hood. A snake of power and prestige, born into the ruling family of the realm and with nothing but promise ahead of him. He had been educated by the best teachers that his father and the royal advisors could find, had been taught swordplay by the most eminent masters of the land, and had his mind and his tongue sharpened by courtiers there were promised rich bounties if they could outsmart the royal prince.

None had, thus far, and he had earned much from his successes.

The snake smiled as he stood outside the quarters of his new harem, looking at the gold leaf that finished the door, giving it a gleam around his name. His name, Zander, burned into the center of the door, a proclamation that all those inside were property of the prince and none other. It was a beautiful feeling, knowing that he had come so far already.

One day, I will need an entire hallway to house my harem, he thought, resting his hand on the doorknob. When that day comes, I will be the most famous king in all the world.

He grinned at the thought of what he'd do today, his cock already starting to stir in the white silk pants he wore. His puffy shirt was already roomy, warm, but the insides were starting to feel stuffy. It didn't matter. He'd be out of it before long, and then, then, he would be satisfied.

Satisfied. Heh. That was a phrase that he never thought that he'd need to be concerned about. His hand had always been good enough before. Now, he'd never need to use it again.

He opened the door, and was immediately satisfied with what he saw.

There were two slaves, one a smaller, typical reptile, a lizard woman veiled in sheer blue silks with gold bands to anchor them in place. She was shorter than him by a few inches, her proportions generous and soft, curved in all the right places and pushing her veils to the edge of their endurance.

The other, however...

His eyes flicked up and down her body, shaking his head in awe at what his servants had found for him. He had expected his father to give him something unique, but he hadn't quite expected something like this. Something that looked like it had come from a completely different land.

"You like?" the second woman asked, smirking as she shifted from her kneeling pose to something more...provocative, leaning slightly to the side.

It showed off the minotaur's breasts, for sure, her large tits barely supported by the gold rings that were supposed to cradle them, but it was the rest of her body that held his attention. Namely, the great shaft between her legs.

I didn't know father would be finding me shemales, he thought, his eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets at the sight of the massive member. It had to be at least another thirty percent bigger than his own, something that he was, unfortunately, somewhat intimidated by. He had never seen a male with a cock that big, let alone someone that was supposed to be under him like this.

Her ass, though...

Zander licked his lips as she turned on her side, extending her hooved legs to show off that furred rump, her cow tail lifting up to show off a pucker that was as perfect-looking as any other that he had seen down in the slave markets.

Well, she still has the parts, he thought, walking up behind her, one hand reaching for her ass. If I can focus on that -

"Mmm, I bet you want a closer look, don't you?"

"Wha - mmmph!"

Without warning, the minotaur woman shoved her ass back, and the sheer size and surprise of it caught him before he could react. The bump to his face knocked him back, and then she sat down.

"MMPH!"

He was smothered beneath her furry rump, the silks pushed out of the way at the last moment leaving him smothered by cheeks that were not just soft, but sweaty. Not just large, but heavy. He was completely caught between them, his nose jammed right up against her pucker, his eyes going wide as he was made to huff the hot, bitter, sweaty, musky smells that were locked into that area.

As he squirmed, flailing around as he tried to push her up, the minotaur chuckled.

"Well, now, I guess you must really, really love my ass, because you're already hard as a rock, your highness," she said, and he gasped as she flicked his cock with through his pants with a finger. "Heh, hard indeed, though not quite so large as me. Could it be that you like it back there, hmm?"

"Mmmph!"

"What, you want me to sit down a bit harder on your face, turn it into a proper throne?"

"Mmmph! Mm-mm!"

"That sounds like a yes to me."

Suddenly, the weight on his face became much, much stronger, and he was pinned completely. He couldn't even move his arms effectively, and breathing became a matter of sucking down musk-tainted air if he wanted to stay conscious.

And if he had a complete choice in the matter, he might have decided not to do that.

However, his body was panicking, throwing itself around, sucking air as his nose was ground against that pucker again and again, almost like the minotaur was going to nudge him right up her ass. He was right on the verge of screaming -

Knock, knock, knock.

And just like that, the minotaur shemale was off of him, sitting back where she had been without a word. He gasped for breath, rolling to his side and pushing himself upright, staring at her.

Did...did that really happen? Zander wondered, staring at the minotaur. She was suddenly just...completely still, sitting as if nothing had actually occurred between them. That...that did just happen, didn't it? Didn't it?

"Your highness."

The door opened, one of the lesser serpents that were assigned to the palace guard poking his head around. Unlike the royal family, he had no hood, no marks along his body besides the natural patterns that he was born with. A spear point graced his shoulder, marking his status.

"Your highness, you are summoned to deal with the tutors once more. May I have the honor of escorting you?"

Zander gave the minotaur woman one more look before slowly nodding.

"Yes...yes, you may."

That didn't just happen, he thought, rubbing his face. There was sweat, but that must have come from him.

Denial was deep for the prince. If what he imagined had happened had just happened, that meant that he would have been pinned, less than someone that didn't even have scales. He would have even been turned on by having his face shoved into someone else's ass, and that just wasn't something that the royal family could be known for. Certainly, he couldn't be.

I am the best of them. I am not interested in...that, he thought as he left the harem quarters behind.

He returned nearly an hour later, clearer of thought and mind. Whatever had happened before would not happen again. That was, if anything had happened before, which he couldn't be sure that something had.

Zander cleared his throat, shaking his head as he opened the door -

"Oh..."

His eyes went wide as he saw the minotaur shemale on top of the lizard, pounding away and fucking a much smaller pussy with a much bigger cock. The mismatch in size was insane, yet the lizard woman was moaning as much as she might have been expected to on his cock.

It was...rather humiliating to watch, particularly when the minotaur's shaft popped free, showing how gaping the lizard's slit had become.

"You..."

They turned to look at him, though the lizard was obviously in a well-fucked haze, unable to quite see what was going on around her. The minotaur, however, grinned as she dismounted her fuck toy, the big, slick dick that she'd been using to torment her toy suddenly swaying back and forth in his direction.

"Well, well, sir. You've come back. I imagine that your highness would like to take some pleasure from us this time."

"I...yes...I..."

"You want to enjoy this ass. You want me to serve you with this ass."

That was an understatement and a half. Despite being pinned by it - maybe pinned by it? - he wanted to play with that huge, rounded rump. He wanted to see it clap as he slammed in, feel the hole between squeezing tight around his cock as he taught it proper respect for royalty. He wanted to see it shake, feel it quivering as he used it again and again and again.

Zander was nodding before he realized it, and the minotaur chuckled.

"My name is Mina, your highness, and I plan on giving you exactly what you need. Dear, help our prince to the bed."

The lizard had gotten up, and she was oozing cum out of both her ass and her pussy. Apparently, Mina had been a very busy minotaur.

He allowed himself to be led across the room, past the various cushion piles that served as beds for harem members to the great, massive mattress that was to be his bed when he used these quarters. The lizard stripped him slowly as he reached it, pulling off his shirt before dragging his leggings down, allowing him to be completely bare as he turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mina had fallen to all fours in the middle of the room, slowly backing up towards him with her ass in the air. He shivered, starting to reach for his cock -

"Oh, please, your highness, don't start just yet. Let me set the pace for this one. Lean back, and watch."

She lifted her ass up, and suddenly tensed. It was like her cheeks cracked as they slapped together, then came apart, then cracked together again, each sudden tension making them wobble, clap, and then spread for him. He did his best to ignore her balls, staring instead at the pucker between the cheeks every time that it was revealed.

I'm going to fuck that, he thought as he felt himself being laid down on the bed, encouraged to move closer to the head of it with his arms held towards the headboard. I'm going to fuck that, and she's going to know that she's being fucked by the prince of the realm.

He had to force himself to breathe as she danced her ass up and down, up and down, twerking it for him like some of the primitives off at the edge of the kingdom. She was beautiful, and so...

So was the smell in the air.

It was a hot, thick musk that had his cock growing even more than the sight of that ass did, and as he breathed it in, sucking it down his nose into his lungs and into his brain, he could feel his need growing, too. His cock throbbed up, almost slapping against his belly as he looked past it at that furry ass that was getting closer by the second.

I gotta fuck that, he thought, his obsession growing as he felt his wrists getting pulled again. Something tight, but he barely let it through as he stared at the ass cheeks before him. I gotta be in there...

By the time that Mina had come to the foot of his bed, swaying her ass side to side with each slow push back, he was as hard as he had ever been, and his cock ached to be sheathed somewhere. He was only somewhat aware of the fact that he was sniffing the air, hard, and that his mouth was hanging open slightly.

However, it was the minotaur's chuckles that finally pulled him out of his needy trance and made him aware of the fact that he was tied up.

"What?!" Zander yelped as he pulled on arms that were tied around the headboard, keeping him pinned to the bed. "How? When did you -"

"Dear."

The minotaur gestured at the lizard woman, who bowed and smiled.

"Such a good job. You may leave, now, and make sure that the guards know not to disturb me and his highness."

"Yes, mistress."

The lizard departed before the prince could think to deliver an order of his own. This was impossible, surely. He was the prince of the realm. He was the most exceptional of the heirs. How was he so easily pinned down and trapped?

The minotaur moved back, sliding onto the bed with him. Mina kept pushing back, sliding her ass along the sheets until she was able to sit on his thighs. His cock, the traitorous thing, throbbed eagerly, beating out a rhythm on her belly with light smacks and drips along her curves. Mina chuckled, reaching back and patting him gently.

"Look at that. Still so eager for me."

"Mmmph...Untie me, and there will be no consequences for this. Continue, and you will face great - mmmph!"

She grabbed his cock so hard that he felt like it was going to pop. Certainly, his eyes nearly did pop out of their sockets as Mina gave him a few slow, firm strokes that kept him hard as a rock.

"No talking, little prince. You're not the one that needs to get off right now. I am."

"Nnngh...you can't...I'm the..."

"You're what?"

She lifted her rump up again, and once more, the slow, swaying movements of it captured his attention. The sweat drops that ran down the cheeks and into the valley between them pulled his attention forward, leaving him panting, shaking, moaning for more.

"You want my ass, don't you?"

He nodded slowly, the snake unable to deny his own hunger for those cheeks, for the hole between them.

I need to be in there, was his last thought on the matter, though it was now confused with the idea of being between them in a different way. Not in a fucking way, but in a...a very dirty way.

The image popped into his head, of his snout being forced between the cheeks, of that ass sitting on his face so hard that his hood was forced to curl around the cheeks and cup them. Of not being able to escape that slippery crack, of having his nose and tongue pinned against the twitching pucker.

"Come on, say you want my ass."

"I want...I want...your ass."

"Say you want to lick it."

"I want to lick your ass."

"Say you want me to sit on your face, drown you in my ass."

"Sit on my face, drown me in your ass!"

And that was just what happened.

No sooner had the words passed his lips than the minotaur's rump came right down on his face, smothering him from head to neck and leaving him with nothing but musk-tainted air to breathe. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his mouth hung open, and she ground her asshole over his tongue with abandon.

He groaned as he felt her pressing down all the harder on his face, only the cushions of his bed keeping him from being crushed there and then. His head rolled slightly to the side, his hood flaring out in a vague attempt to try and scare the ass away from him, but nothing happened. All he got for his trouble was the feeling of even more weight on his face, even more discomfort as she ground her musky rump down on him.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Heh, what's the matter? Can't breathe?"

And just like that, he couldn't. She squeezed her ass cheeks around his face, squishing him between them and leaving him with nothing but the rough, bitter air between them. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as he struggled to pull something, anything into his lungs. The hot musk of her flesh was something, for a short time, but it was quickly gone. His eyes started rolling back in their sockets again, his breath coming in a soft wheeze.

"Breathing is for good little ass-eaters. If you want to breathe, prince, you better get started."

Breathe...eat ass...breathe...

It was the only choice he was offered. Fall unconscious by refusing to eat ass, or stay conscious for a little while longer by doing what he was told.

There was no real option there, despite his best attempts to think otherwise.

Groaning, he opened his mouth as wide as it would go, sliding it between the cheeks and against the minotaur's taint. The soft, brown fur was soaked with sweat, forcing the taste of the salty liquid down his throat again and again.

Lick, lick, lick went his tongue, the forked tip seeking out anything that he might be able to lick that wasn't the asshole pressed right against his nose. Every time he breathed in, he smelled, he tasted the sweat and musk of that hot flesh, and every time that he licked something that was just sweat rather than...that...it was a victory for the young prince.

But there was only so much he could do, and she only gave him so much space for air while he licked around her hole rather than over it. She kept sliding down every time he pulled his tongue too far away, and that little margin for error was shrinking bit by bit, forcing him to lick closer and closer to her asshole.

Nnngh...this isn't...this isn't...fair...

Not that the minotaur seemed to care about fairness. She shifted her ass back, then forward, then back again -

"NNNGH!"

And his tongue was in just the wrong place to get caught.

Zander's eyes went wider than he believed possible as he felt his tongue go from fur to flesh, and from flesh to something hotter, slicker, and tighter than anything that his tongue had touched before. It had to be -

Oh no...oh no...

"Heh, you certainly feel quite a bit better in my ass than around it. Go on, prince. Fuck your mistress's ass with your tongue."

Mistress?!

Oh, no. That was not acceptable. Not no way, not no how. He had to get out from under this ass, and fast, before that musk...

That musk.

That musk was what was to blame here. He had been completely fine until he stepped in the room. He had been normal, waiting to get the chance to fuck his lizard woman before getting around to fucking the minotaur. If she had not been using that smell to drain his mind, to make it impossible for him to think, he would have been just fine.

And if he could get out from under her ass, if he could breathe some clean air, he'd be fine again.

Wriggling, Zander tried to pull his head out from under her, pushing against the bed with his legs in a vain attempt to get distance. Her weight was too much, the pressure of her body on his too strong to fight. He had to try something else.

He started to swing his tail up, hoping to dislodge her, but she caught it, shaking her head.

"Now, now, why do you think that you want to hit me, dear? Go on, take another breath of Mina's musk..."

He had little choice, and as he did, the breath and wave of musk hit him harder than he expected. The snake's eyes widened, then narrowed, the thick scent sticking to him and rolling through his head like a wrecking ball. Thoughts were demolished, his mind left adrift as the pheromones hit his nose and his tongue at the same time.

And as all knew, the power of a snake's tongue to figure out smells was second to none.

As the smell hit him hard, so did her words, the soft voice speaking around her ass into his ears, the words slithering like snakes themselves down his ears.

"You want to serve me..."

"I want...I want to...serve you..."

"You love your mistress's ass."

"I love..."

He groaned, trying to shake his head, but the next breath wiped out his resistance again, forcing him back down as the minotaur's ass rolled back and forth over his face, smothering him, forcing the scent down his mouth and nose again.

"I love...my mistress's...ass..."

"It's your favorite thing. Better than fucking, better than getting sucked, it's better to be under my ass."

"Better to be...under your...ass..."

And worse, the more that he repeated what she said, the deeper it seeped into his brain. It was getting harder and harder to fight it, and...

And it was starting to feel good.

He'd barely shifted his tongue, but the musky taste on the tip only made it worse. He could taste her pheromones, taste the power that she had, and it was making it next to impossible to keep a stable head on his shoulders. His head wobbled one way, then the other, her ass cheeks lifting off of him just enough for him to get a good view of what he was doing.

There. His tongue. Her asshole. The forked tips were just sliding free, and the sweat was running off her cheeks and onto his face, almost raining down and leaving him drenched from the dripping.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"That's it, boy. You're the prince of ass, aren't you?"

"Prince of...ass?"

"Yes, and the prince...deserves tribute."

She sat on him again, more gently this time, and he moaned as she rolled her ass cheeks around either side of his muzzle. He was drowning in her ass, and he was...he was hard from it, his dick standing straight up.

It didn't get easier when she grabbed it, stroking him and teasing him as she kept rocking her ass forward and backward, forward and backward, always whispering more of her corruption in his ears and dragging him deeper and deeper into ass slavery.

"Mmmm, yes, you love ass."

"I love...I love ass," he whispered back, licking on instinct now, dragging his tongue across her wrinkled pucker. "Love ass...so much..."

"You love ass, and you love my ass best of all."

"Love your ass...best of...all..."

"The biggest..."

"The biggest..."

"The sweatiest..."

"The sweatiest..."

He shivered, panting as he licked several droplets directly, the smell and the taste going right up his tongue to his brain. It was like licking up hypnosis, and he was no longer able to stop himself. His arms went limp as his hands opened again, no longer fists, no longer defiant.

She reached down, cupping his balls, and he moaned as he shoved his nose right into her taint, licking from the back of her balls all the way back to her hole. It was so good, so wrong, but so good.

Lick, lick, lick, he went, the minotaur slowly pumping him.

"My ass owns you."

"Your ass...owns me..."

"You need it. You can't be without it."

"I need it...can't be...without it..."

"You will obey it."

"I will obey it."

"You will obey my ass."

"I will obey your ass."

And he knew that he wouldn't be able to help himself. That need, that desperate, horny need to give in and let himself be ruled by that ass, had completely taken over. The idea that he had to be a good prince, that he was exceptional, was no longer even present. All that mattered was ass.

All that mattered was Mina's ass.

He didn't hesitate the next time that she brought her rump down on his face, didn't hold back as she offered it to him to lick. Instead, he stuck out his tongue and happily started dragging his tongue all over her pucker, whimpering, moaning as he thrust his hips into the air, humping her hand as she got a better grip on his dick.

As she worked him, stroked him, he worshiped her hole, giving it the attention that it deserved. He didn't deserve to sit on a throne. This ass did. The woman attached to it did. He was just a little seat, a throne that could worship it back.

She humped back against his tongue, and he thrust it deeper, feeling her pucker giving way before him. The insides tasted warm, maybe a little wet, but clean. No filth, nothing but more of that scent that filled the air and ruled his mind.

"Give in...fall...no more prince...just a slut..."

"Just a slut..."

"My slut."

"Your slut."

"Worship."

And he did, his eyes closing to slits as he worked his tongue in and out, in and out, moaning to himself as he slowly became addicted to the taste of her ass. There was nothing for him, nothing more than the taste of her and her sweat, and the smell of her musky, bitter flesh back there.

In and out, in and out, in and out.

His body had gone limp, his eyes closed. There was nothing to see but ass, after all, and that was something that he could imagine easily by now. The snake's breathing slowed down, the pressure on his chest keeping him from getting more than the barest amount needed to stay awake, and it was all saturated with her scent.

Through it all, he could feel her cock dripping on him, a constant reminder that she was getting off on his humiliation, that she was enjoying herself up there.

It didn't matter. She was the ruler. He was the throne. That was the way it was, and that was the way it would be.

"Lick, prince. Worship the ass that rules you."

"Worship...the ass...that rules...me..."

"See it?"

She lifted up just enough, and he could open his eyes. Her ass cheeks were spread, and her pucker, slippery with his spit, slowly pushed open, held apart by her hands on her ass cheeks as she showed it off.

"This is your new crown."

"My...crown..." he panted.

"Now, take your title...and wear it."

Things changed for the kingdom after that day. The guards noticed it first, but considering they were paid to protect without question, they never bothered to look into the hows and whys until it was too late.

The first thing that changed was the new throne that was brought into the harem quarters. It was strangely constructed, far too big for Prince Zander, but it was assumed to be a vanity project, so nobody questioned it.

The second thing that changed was the great variety of shemales that were hired for the prince's harem. All of them were big, too, big women that had strong hips and strong backs, and all drawn from a single kingdom, a neighbor to the south. Once more, it was assumed that the prince had gained a specific taste, and none questioned it.

The third thing that changed were the prince's commands. No longer did they come from him, but the one that was named first of his harem, a minotaur named Mina. She told them that the orders came from Prince Zander himself, and that he was merely too busy to give them of his own accord. A written statement confirmed it, so the guards reluctantly followed her orders, going about the palace and rounding up those that she declared traitors.

Over the course of a month, the palace changed, with many snakes and lizards being replaced with foreigners, newcomers that seemed more furred than scaled, and bit by bit, the old guard were replaced by those that were more loyal to Mina than they were to the royal family.

And nobody questioned it, because all the orders came from the royal family.

Ostensibly.

In reality, the prince was kept pinned beneath the new throne, his eyes rolled back as he was kept on ass-worshiping duty nearly all of his waking hours. Bit by bit, he was trained until he retained his mind-blanked status even when he was not under the throne, his eyes blank and his head empty until his mistress gave him something to fill it.

However, for all that he had fallen, for all that his brain had been stripped of everything that the Mistress didn't need, his hunger for ass remained. Even when he no longer needed to be kept under it to be trained, he begged to be sat on, to be held beneath it when he wasn't ruling his part of the kingdom under her orders.

And Mina, kind as she was, was happy to let him.

Yes, there were the occasional teases that the other shemales that were brought into the harem would be allowed to fuck his ass if he ever slipped in his service. Yes, there were taunts that he needed to get better and more inventive under her ass if he wanted to maintain his position as the head ass worshiper.

All of those threats came, but they were never delivered on. There was something about Mina that, while ambitious and threatening, was nonetheless still kind. Still willing to give him a chance.

Still willing to let him be himself, under her and for her.

And it was that part that made it easy for him to give in and just stay a slave. The kingdom would work itself out. His mind belonged to her ass.

The End