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Prince Julien started when the door to his room opened. His father's silhouette took up most of the doorway. King Goliath, the Crimson Crusader, Hero of Old Tide, always made Julien insecure. The older lion had a rich, red mane that he kept loose, with the size and strength to lift an ox over his head. A barrel chest, broad shoulders, typically clothed in finely tailored clothes that accentuated his waist. Tonight, he wore a heavy royal cloak, lined with the feathers of the beast Galdeon, one of his first of many heroic deeds.

Prince Julien, dressed only in a nightshirt, had been writing a letter to Chrysanthemum, a playwright who had been his consort up until this cursed marriage his father arranged for him. He rose from his writing desk, his room dimly lit by a few candles and moonlight spilling through a glass window. "Father--I assumed you would be busy tonight."

"Ah, you mean with your wife?" He chuckled, his voice a deep, rich timbre. "I will settle that here in a minute." He walked into Julien's rooms and snapped a finger. "Light." The stone ceiling above them took on a yellow glow, leaving Julien's chambers brightly lit. Not only did his father have the physique of a god, but also he carried the innate magical prowess of an elder dragon

"I'm not upset, you know," Julien mumbled before adding, "Personally, if my heir came from your coupling with Lady Diana, it would save me the trouble of pretending I care for her." He assumed his father came here because he had invoked his right of Prima Nocta. Goliath would bed Lady Diana and take her virginity.

"I care little for what you think of her or my rights as your king," Goliath said. "I came here to discuss your inheritance."

Julien's paws balled into fists at his side. "You mean my magic." His dormant magic. Each king in their line was supposed to carry the power his father did. It was their blessing, but Julien had grown into a wiry, lithe cat. His mane flowed down his back in a feminine braid, while the front had not even begun to grow in. His paintbrush tail whipped side to side as he mumbled, "Yes, well, perhaps you might sire a better son from Diana than from my mother."

"Julien..." Goliath crossed the room, brow furrowed. "Be not hard on yourself. I come tonight to share the secrets of our family line." He held up his paw for his son. "Here."

Reluctantly, Julien took his father's paw. He was led to his wardrobe and the standing mirror beside it. Goliath stood behind him, twice again his size. The elder lion rested his jaw on his son's head, hugging him close. "You know I have always had nothing but pride for you."

"That has still not stopped our court from complaining about me every chance they get."

Goliath kissed him between the ears. He was very close now, his body warmth a roaring fireplace. "You cannot let courtesans and weak-willed nobles make you doubt yourself."

"I know, father."

Goliath rubbed slow circles across his son's abdomen. He fingered one of the ties on his shirt. "May I?"

Breath a little short, Julien whispered, "Shouldn't you be saving yourself for..."

"Oh, son, you are the only person I will be bedding tonight."

Julien huffed. Goliath undid the loose knot on his cloak and shrugged it off his shoulders. He was completely naked beneath it. His cock nudged against his son's backside, still flaccid, but thick and heavy.

Goliath growled in his ear, "How long has it been, hmm?"

"A... a few months..." Julien whispered, trying to hold back panting. Robe removed, he now clearly smelled his father's scent. "I... I thought after the engagement you were done with me."

"Mmmm, hardly boy."

Since he had turned sixteen, his father had taught him everything he knew about lovemaking. Long nights with his father in his bedchambers had almost made him completely addicted to the irresistible, older male, but eventually, those liaisons became infrequent as Goliath insisted his son needed more than one lover.

Without waiting for permission, Goliath began to undo the strings on his son's nightshirt. Already nude elsewhere, his father could clearly see his son's more modest erection beginning to twitch to life. Goliath whispered in Julien's ear, "Our line is a special thing, you see. Achieved with ancient rituals. You will never have my power, Julien, dear."

"I'm sorry, father--"

"Shhh-shh," Goliath cooed as the nightshirt came undone. His paws, so big against the backdrop of Julien's smaller frame, roved up and down his torso. Pads teased his son's nipples, and Julien gasped. Goliath continued, "You are ripe with magic, son, but all of it is here." He tapped Julien's trim abdomen with a claw. "You were born to be the vessel for my seed, the incubator for the next great king."

"I..." it made no sense. He was entirely male. He had no vagina, no ovaries or eggs. "How?"

"You remember portraits of your grandfather. Like you in stature, just as portraits of my grandfather are like me. I was born from their coupling, just as your son will be born from ours."

Julien's world spun with this information, but even so, he still remained hard. His body felt confused and torn, but something deep inside him surged, ecstatic. He did not even notice his father's claw tracing an infinity symbol above his Adonis Belt. Not until the claw began to glow with light, and a warmth began to seep into Julien's core.

"Wh-what are you doing," Julien asked. The rational side of his brain demanded he stop his father and demand what was going on, but some instinct held him in place.

"Your body carries a crest of fertility. It has remained inert till now. I am simply summoning it."

That heat flushed more of Julien's body. His knees wobbled and he leaned against his father's strong chest. He glanced up at him. "D-dad it... I feel so..."

"Watch son," Goliath urged, staring at the mirror.

Julien looked back at the mirror, looking like some limp damsel fallen against his father. He always thought it shameful how feminine his curves had been. His hips were oddly wide to the trimness of his waist, his full, bubble butt the opposite of an asset when asserting masculinity. Between his flat pecs dotted a meek trail of red fur that was supposed to be his mane. His too narrow shoulders were now leaning against his father's pecs, which were so heavy with muscle the nipples drooped downwards.

And now, on his lower stomach, black markings materialized on his fur. Blonde fur replaced like his father stroked an ink-soaked brush across his hide. A figure took form: a snake swallowing its tail in the shape of that infinity symbol, a set of dark arrows beneath that cradled the snake and pointed down. As it came more into focus, the snake had scales that, if Julien stared at, seemed to move.

Goliath stopped working the spell on his son, the crest complete. Then, gently, reverently, Goliath scooped his boy into his arms. Carried bridal style, he took them to the boy's four-poster bed. He lay Julien on satin sheets, red like his father's mane. Julien looked at him, his father's red fur went down between his pecs, in a treasure trail to a thick thatch of red pubes. Goliath now sported a semi: still hanging down over a massive set of balls with fiery red pubes that went down the sack's seam to his taint. His father's foreskin had only just peeled back, the pale flesh revealing a reddish-pink mushroom head.

Something_changed_. Julien always felt captivated and drawn to his father. Accepting their past incestuous couplings had been as easy as accepting lessons on state-craft. Now, however, his jaw hung open as he stared at his father's bare form. He did not even notice he nearly drooled. And this heat in him... It radiated off his fertility crest, lanced up through his core and down to his crotch, to his rear. His butt clenched on nothing. He felt... damp and warm down there. A hot tingling buzzed around his hole.

Goliath climbed onto the bed, mattress sagging under the massive lion's weight. "As I have done with you, you will train your son in the ways of lovemaking when he comes of age." Goliath straddled his son's chest, standing on his knees. His father's musk: pungent, virile, masculine, with the barest traces of cum from some fuck earlier today--it made Julien whimper.

"Worship you king," Goliath ordered.

Julien had been a good boy, waiting for that command before leaning forward. He nuzzled into his father's balls, moaning as that familiar, sacred scent filled his nostrils. The pheromones of it seemed stronger. His asshole grew wetter, some lubricant now leaking from it. He didn't quite understand what was happening to him, but he knew it urgent to please his father. He dragged his feline tongue along each testicle, catching a nut and lifting it with his motions. One ball would droop back down as he turned his attentions to the next. He bathed his tastebuds in his father's musk. All the previous suitors he had, all his past lovers never came close to his father's strong musk. He licked and lavished, kissing the heavy flesh, sucking on its side since those nuts were too big to fit in his muzzle.

As he worked, Goliath reached down and scritched his son's ear, getting a purr from his submissive boy. He said, "You will teach our son how a male dominates another by submitting your body to him, by guiding and showing him. And you will share with him the same knowledge I have shared with you. That he must sire a son, who will go on to bear his offspring."

"Yes..." Julien whispered, heart certain but head foggy from fantasies of the future. "Our son, my son... the kingdom's champion, my lover..."

"You understand," Goliath growled. "Our marriages are always ones of convenience and alliances. While the High Priest weds you tomorrow, your belly will be swimming in my seed."

Julien still did not understand how it could even be possible, but now the feminine features of his would be such a mark of pride. He imagined it: belly heavy with his father's progeny, fertility crest stretched out by his swollen flesh.

"Father... I want it..." Julien breathed, looking up from his father's balls. He cupped one of the heavy orbs and pleaded, "I need your seed." Over his muzzle, his father's royal scepter now reached its full-length, foreskin stretched tight over fat glans. From the urethra a bead of precum hung. The cloudy pearl swelled in size until it dripped on Julien's mane.

He kissed the fleshy base rising from those red pubes. A thick musty scent of sweat and male greeted him. His textured tongue slid up his father's spire. Julien whimpered, his father's flavor making his crest react. He got more and more heated, more in need of his daddy's meat. Julien lapped all the way to the head, then kissed it. He suckled on Goliath's tip, tongue lashing his father's piss-slit. Precum made his toes curl. He looked up at his father with complete adoration, sucking harder, then opened his maw wide and took the shaft properly in his maw. Julien bobbed his head, licking and sucking his father's cock. No other male could compare. Julien could cum hands free just by worshipping his daddy's cock. He felt his balls draw tight as more cloudy precum spurted in the back of his mouth, and he'd have happily sucked Goliath off had his father stopped him.

"You don't want me to breed you--you need it," Goliath said before moving back. Julien's disappointment at no longer sucking on his favorite treat disappeared when his father positioned himself between Julien's legs, a paw wrapped around each hamstring. His legs were positively dainty in his Goliath's paws as they were spread. Julien's cock, a little limp, leaked precum across his stomach. Despite his burning need, his body did not seem to care about keeping him erect. Not when his pucker was so sensitive he could feel it pulsing. He let his father press his legs forward until his butt pointed upwards. Despite not doing anything to it for several days, his asshole looked freshly fucked. His wrinkled rim was flushed red, puffy, and leaking some kind of lubricant. Exposed like this, Julien could smell his heat. Some heady mixture between his usual earthiness and the cloying scent of sperm.

Goliath's cock nudged his entrance. His grip on Julien's legs kept him firmly in place. His father whispered, "Even after tonight, the fertility crest will make you go into heat when you are around me. You, son, were born to be my consort, and you will be until your son needs you to be his. Lions of our line will leave you like you are right now until the day you die. Do you understand?"

Julien couldn't, actually. He could not wrap his head around being this needy the rest of his life. He could not fathom how desirable his mighty father would remain. While lions of their line had a normal lifespan and died of old age, magic slowed their aging considerably. Even nearing fifty, Goliath still barely looked thirty. In twenty more years he would still be a studly specimen of masculinity, and Julien would still be the feminine lion turned lioness for his father. For his son. He imagined being taken by his father and son at the same time and moaned. It was the only answer he gave Goliath.

"Guide me in, son."

Julien reached down, and when his palm touched his father's shaft he almost yanked it back. Slick precum stained his paw-pads, the spongy head so hot Julien thought it might burn him when he first touched it. Everything about their joining had changed. He never imagined sharing in bliss with his father could be this good, but it was as if the world aligned into its most sensible configuration. He had always been Goliath's, just as he would always be his son's. After tonight he would have no more than those two males in his life. The letter to his lover Chrys forgotten. Julien needed only his father and future son. He positioned Goliath to his slick entrance, and met his father's cold blue eyes. The only trait they seemed to share.

"I'm ready, my king," he breathed.

Growling, Goliath rammed inside. Despite having a prick thicker than his son's wrist, Julien only cried out in pleasure. Father's fat fuckstick blew his walls apart. His velvety interior, slick with some new lubrication, squeezed tight on Goliath. Julien threw his paws up, yanking down a pillow and biting it. He yowled as he came. His balls clenched above his father's cock, cum spilling in weak streams across his crest. He knew his father's size well enough to know Goliath had not bottomed out. Julien was allowed to ride out a different kind of orgasm, pleasure and heat radiating in waves from his hips. His split entrance buzzed from its stretching. His paintbrush tail whipped against his father's thigh.

Before he even recovered from his eruption, Goliath reached down and ripped the pillow away. "Show no shame, son," his father urged. "Let the whole castle hear what pleasures only you can have."

"Y-yes! Fuck!" His father slid back and slammed forward. Whatever resistance stopped him before, the king battered it aside, bottoming out in his son. That massive rod stabbed his insides and left a slight bulge in his stomach, right at his crest. Panting, Julien stared in amazement till his father commanded him again.

"Hold your legs open."

Like his life depended on it, Julien grabbed his legs by the pits of his knees. He kept himself spread for his father, who lay across his son. Goliath tilted Julien's muzzle up, and they met in a heated kiss. His son moaned into his mouth, quivering as the king's tongue stuffed his son's smaller maw. That thick, feline muscle rubbed roughly across the roof of Julien's mouth and his tastebuds. Even his father's spit tasted like some godly nectar.

Goliath started working his hips, and Julien came again. He whimpered into his father's tongue, his cock smashed between his abdomen and his father's. That lush treasure trail so soft, even as it became matted with cum. Goliath churned up his son's insides in tender but firm thrusts, giving his boy a passionate rutting. And each time Julien came wet squeezed out his backside. His pucker became a font of arousal each time his father bottomed out. That fat cockhead now battering some barrier inside Julien. He had not noticed before, but with each thrust it became more clear: inside him a cervix, guarding a fertile womb the crest had summoned.

Goliath broke the kiss, cupping his son's cheek. Even though his tongue lolled from his mouth and he drooled, Julien's heart still stuttered at his father's smoldering look. "You are my most precious thing, son," Goliath whispered.

Julien threw his arms around his father, claws digging into that broad, muscular back. He held his sire tight, whispering, "Dad... I love you... f-fuck, I'm ah!"

"Cum son," Goliath urged, still working his hips. "Each orgasm makes you more fertile than the last. Soon you'll ovulate and there will be no turning back."

"Yes!" Julien cried, his legs now hooked around his father's hips. "Don't stop! Fuck me!" Goliath did, snarling as his hips pounded his son's rear. The small of Julien's back lifted off the ground, his father grabbing him by the waist. Goliath worked in a frenzy now, teeth bared in a grimace. Julien yowled and moaned, hanging on for dear life as his father plundered his passage. Transparent arousal spilled out each time his father pulled back, squeezed out by his walls as they contracted like clockwork. Each thrust another spike of pleasure, another nail hammering their bond together. Father and son became one body, sweating and heated. Yowling and growling and coiling together. His father's pendulous balls soon drenched his son's femme cum. The stink of their sex was sharp and good. Julien practically melted into his father's fury, becoming his vessel, begging in incoherent babbles to be bred. His father had always prepped him for this. Julien's first lessons in lovemaking had been how to take a male, how to submit, how to please someone like his father.

Then came Goliath snarling, "I'm, hnng, close!"

"Knock, ah! me up--daddy, please--fuck!" Julien cursed as his father bit down on his shoulder, large fangs puncturing him in a mating bite. Goliath's jabs had worn down the barrier in Julien, and with a mighty yet muffled roar, his father jammed his cock past it, into Julien's womb. His son saw white: stars, swimming, like sperm to a fertile egg. He gasped and practically wept as his father's cock throbbed and pulsed, each great haul of kingly cum felt by Julien. Hot, bubbling batter sprayed inside his womb, washing it white with thick, potent gobs of spunk. Julien held his daddy close, purring, savoring each sensation of his father, his stud, sowing new life in him. His fertility crest buzzed with pleasure, cock throbbing even as it lay totally lifeless compared to his father's massive breeder. That cock inside him continued cumming till his tummy swelled with seed, its warmth so great that Julien started panting against his father. He never knew his dad to cum like this, and all of it seemed to stay inside him this time. His skin tingled all over, nerves alight with some sensation as his father's balls churned and clenched against his backside. Wave after wave of cum filled Julien, till he felt the weight of it sloshing in his belly.

He happily took it, basking in his father's raw virility. His heat felt sated, for the moment. His father released his shoulder and kissed it, speaking a spell to seal the bite marks immediately. He nuzzled his son, and the two males lay connected, purring and grooming each other through their mutual afterglow.

Eventually, his father whispered, "I know at times we must keep up appearances for the sake of our kingdom, but Julien, my son, never doubt you are my life's one true love. I will cherish and protect you till the day death darkens my door."

"Dad... I..." Julien teared up. His father nuzzled his tears away and licked his cheek. Julien shivered and said, "I feel more blessed than any saint to have you. I love you, father."

Goliath kissed him, which turned from gentle affections to trading tongue. A dance where Julien would tease his father's tongue, bite his father's bottom lip, just so his king would chase and overwhelm him with his larger tongue and maw. Just as Goliath taught him. Their kissing became more heated, and soon, Julien huffed and moaned against Goliath as his father began rolling his hips. Thick, ropy pearls of the king's seed leaked from around the spent cock which, still firm as ever, plugged away at his pucker. Goliath's cum matted his balls, Julien's butt and lower back, showing off the prodigious load he left inside his son. The first of many, as he would remain inside his son until the morning. Through every position, turn of Julien's body, Goliath would stay sheathed in his son's warm, fertile body.

Julien, the breeder his daddy trained him to be, was tireless and passionate the whole night.