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"Like this, hun,"

Krystal reached out and touched Wolf's bicep as he held the staff. A light touch, one that travelled over the muscles and took its time to appreciate them. Down to his hand, where he clutched the staff. It expanded in front of him, the end folding and fanning out to a sharp axe head. She instilled obedience in the staff, just as she displayed toward Wolf.

Inside the crystal, Fox watched them nervously. Along with a few of the Sharpclaw guards lingering around the room as always. His eyes widened as Wolf hefted the axe for a mighty swing aimed directly between Fox's eyes. Just a moment before impact, he halted and gave the crystal a light tap. Gravity took hold of him once more as the magic dissipated, cracking the crystal and shattering it into pieces that seemed to dissolve into nothing.

Free at last, Fox sat for a moment on the floor of the throne room until he was hauled back to his feet by a pair of Sharpclaw. Wolf pushed a claw against his chest abruptly.

"You make a damn fine chande..chandi..one of them fancy fucking lights," Wolf said, "But I'll give you a chance to be free, long as you obey me. If not..."

He pointed the axeblade at Fox's crotch, "Then we're going to have another vixen running around this place,"

Fox gulped, looking up at the muscular lupine. Hunger had not been a concern while in the magical prison cell, but he had lost some weight regardless. Wolf's arms were each thicker than Fox's body at this point. He looked past at Krystal. She had sympathy in her eyes, giving him a smile. The expression said it all- the scrawny fox was no longer even capable of mating with such a plump body.

Wolf had been inside her, and his musk was on her. The lupine had overwhelmed the both of them with the sheer strength and wild barbarity of an alpha feral male. Fox only lowered his ears and nodded.

The Sharpclaw ushered him off into a smaller side room and he was stripped naked and suited up for his new role. They had him fitted with a leather thong tucked away his sheath and balls, smoothing them down. Over this he was clad in a loincloth of semi transparent fabric, making it obvious that there wasn't much between his legs. A collar was clapsed around his neck to top off the outfit.

As Fox was marched in, Wolf perched himself on the throne. It was formed from various dinosaur bones with a large spine backing it and pelts or rugs draped thickly over it. A stylish and comfortable piece cobbled from the slain beasts that helped him rise to the King of the Sharpclaw. Wolf scratched his chin and gestured.

"Bow before your king,"

Fox got down to his hands and knees without objection. Delighted, Wolf clapped his hands and chuckled. The day was putting him in a good mood and all of his moods would eventually lead to horniness. He felt like he needed some company on the throne, just as Krystal emerged from the curtains flanking it with a goblet of firewater.

"You can rise. I'm not a complete monster, I wouldn't make you miss a show like this,"

Fox's gaze rose from the floor and he sat up. To see Wolf taking hold of Krystal's hips and pulling her big rear end toward his lap. A tongue slid across the side of her muzzle as she sat on him, with his hard cock standing straight up from between her thighs. Big enough that it curled up and poked at the bottom of her hanging tits.

She had looked to Fox, with concern as he watched. The tight smile she gave him faded as she absentmindedly stroked the giant shaft and pressed her breasts to squeeze at the head. There didn't seem to be any point in trying to hide it any more.

Wolf hooked his arms under her legs and lifted her up, spreading her pussy in front of Fox as he held her in the air a moment. He lowered the plump loins toward himself and she threw her head back as she was impaled steadily. She lay back on his chest, gripping the throne with her hands and the fat wolf cock with her pussy and toes spread wide where her feet stuck out in the air.

Fox could see the vague outline of wolf's cock and knot in her lower stomach as he began to bounce and jiggle her on his lap. There were plenty of approving hisses and comments from the Sharpclaw in the room while they watched their King and Queen get busy making another litter of royal heirs. The angry red shaft pumped in and out, his knot slamming into her harder each time, until it loudly squished its way inside her. The big balls hanging off the side of the throne twitched as Krystal was filled.

Of course, Wolf always produced massive loads and her pussy was overfilled. Thick musky white seed splattered out of her and onto the floor until it looked like a gallon or two of milk had been slammed into the stone tiles.

"We're gonna need a cleanup over here, fox boy,"

A Sharpclaw rushed to grab a bucket and scrub brush, provided for Fox and he was then shoved roughly toward the throne to get started.

On hands and knees, Fox began to mop up the mess that had squirted out of Krystal. His nose snarled up at the extremely potent musk that was now wafting through the throne room. He felt the leather thong tightening against his own cock as he did so. Wolf watched with approval, tongue panting while he hugged the chub of Krystal's stomach and resting comfortably inside her for the time.

Fox cringed as he wrung out a thick splatter of jizz into the bucket, viscous, warm and missing no opportunity to splatter. Just as Fox was reaching under the throne, Wolf lifted Krystal off his cock and a flood spilled out. Fox's eyes went wide as he felt the warmth spreading over his back and dripping off to the floor. By the end of the day, he too would smell of Wolf's musk. Defeated first, now owned by the Wolf King of Sauria.