The Prince's Favorite Breakfast
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Prince Harlam felt fantastic. He had slept well, woken up to the cheerful playing of a musical trio he had ordered to perform for him, the soulful lute, the playful flute and the tambourine setting his heart into a sweet mood right upon opening his eyes, and the bath where he had soaked himself in hot waters before the stallion servants rubbed his body dry and oiled any signs of dry scales to make sure that the noble dragon would be ready to face the world at his very finest. He was a proud creature, a tall red dragon with a long snout, intelligent eyes, and a body refined with exercise, and callisthenics, not by any actual physical labor wholly unsuitable for a nobleman, of course, but he had certainly taken care of himself.
The Prine strutted leisure along the corridor, lined with windows opening towards the eastern direction to give him streaming morning sun that painted a golden path for him to move along, each step clicking on the polished stone as he made his way through the hallway leading into the tower.
Servants bowed deep as they opened the great, ornate doors, allowing their young Prince to pass into the round chamber, the size of the entire circumference of the tower upon that point. It might have been very much morning outside, but the windows consisted of countless tiny panels of colored glass set into lead fittings, which painted the light that entered the chamber to be mostly red in quality, and dimmed it as well. Long shadows dominated the room that was additionally illuminated by candles in brass holders as tall as a man, dripping wax as they slowly burned.
The Prince felt a stirring within him as soon as he entered and the doors were closed behind him by the servants leaving him into the room. He was not its sole occupant, no, for there was another as well.
Laid upon a bed bedecked in silk sheets, the most gorgeous curve of a butt the Prince's eyes were immediately captivated with. The lion's golden furs were in perfect harmony with the red of the sheets, and they almost seemed to sparkle in the warmer light of the candles surrounding the large bed that was the centerpoint of the room.
"Hello," the prince spoke in his voice, a sonorant treble to it as he approached the bed set upon its raised pedestal.
"M-my liege?" the servant upon the bed spoke in a tentative voice.
"Yes, it is me, who else?" the prince chuckled, a cheerful sound, if ever there was one. "Oh and they've laid you out so well..."
The lion was a beautiful specimen of manhood, usually tending to the many horses of the castle in the stables, but having caught the Prince's eye, his other assets had also been recruited to serve the royal family in a very special capacity indeed. He was sprawled on his belly on the bed, with pillows beneath his hips to raise his gorgeous posterior higher up, while his muzzle was laid against the silk of the bed. A black swathe of cloth covered his eyes made his world blank, but he was free to speak, and to hear the approaching steps of the noble dragon behind him.
His body was secured to the various ends of the bed with leather cuffs, about his wrists and ankles hooped into lengths of leather that disappeared into hardpoints beneath the bed. An additional one had been wrapped about his tail to lift it, to let it hover above his rear and leave the view onto his butt unobscured by anything at all.
The Prince's cock grew massively hard and slipped out of his slit like a slimy snake, about to tent the front of his silk robe as he approached the platform with due reverence for the treasures displayed upon it. The edge nearest to the main point of attraction was padded with a large pillow, perfect for his knees to settle upon, but the robe had to go first.
"I've been looking forward to this, my beautiful," the Prince murmured to the lion whose tail was swinging a little, above him, "oh I have...wouldn't be a good start to my day if I didn't get to see one lovely butt on display like this...and today's your turn..."
The prince untied the silk cord about his waist and the silk fell off his scaled body like water along a stone. He stood there for a moment, stretched out his long limbs, his wings and his tail, and the noble drake let out a pleased trill. The motion made his hard member to throb as well, pointing ahead of him...in fact, aimed towards the golden hind dominating his eyes at the moment.
"Hmmmm..." the dragon mumbled approvingly as he settled onto his knees on the pillow laid out for him, like a servant of God settled for a contemplative prayer.
The Prince took his time, simply running his hands along the curves of the lion's hips. He found it thrilling to feel the strong muscles, to see how his touch made the muscles flex, even through the thick fur that covered them. The lion was immaculately clean, having been bathed by the servants in preparation for his audience with the Prince, and he emitted a slightly flowery fragrance for the soap that had been employed to make him presentable.
His hands went round in circles, fondling and pinching the butt cheeks, eyes roaming both their elaborate shapes as well as along the wihte-furred taint. The lion' balls were in a snug sac at the lowest point, while high up at its apex, below the base of the tail held up high, was the pink, furrowed pucker of his anus.
"Hmmm...temptation..." the Prince commented to himself, as his fingers tried apart the cheeks to take a better look at the lion's charmed jewel.
It didn't take him but one further sniff, something that brought a stronger hint of male musk that caused the Prince's resolve to crumble. He didn't feel ill about it, no, he could pay penance in other ways. Right now he just wanted to have his snout between the obscene spread butt cheeks, dwelling into the fur impregnated with the musky scents offered by the lion's beautiful rear.
He breathed in deep, letting his entire body swim with the sensual pleasure of warm fuzzy fur tickling his cheeks while his nostrils inhaled the unmistakable aroma of musk. A strong, working one, one whose sweaty muscles would be straining after a day of mucking the stables...now laid on the bed as his plaything. The idea thrilled him so much that he leaked the clear fluid from the hole on the tip of his shaft within moments of burying his snout into the lion's warm, clean crevice.
The Prince's ears picked up the lion's surprised, somewhat muffled groans while he too was feeling a great many things, the warmth breath caressing his dancing pucker and his balls. The dragon's hands continued to caress the round, fleshy buttcheeks while he ran his snout up and down the lion's valley, hoping to catch a good bouquet of musk upon his own scales to carry with him even after he'd have to mournfully part from the lion and his rump.
The teasing, the initial contact, continued until the Prince couldn't resist having a taste, too. His broad, long tongue flowed along the soft, warm crevice, tasting the skin and fur and indeed, musk, lovely, tangy cat musk that made his senses tickle pleasantly. To find it from such a forbidden, intimate place added to the pleasure immensely, and made the drake feel the wicked satisfaction that came from dwelling under someone's tail.
The sweet butthole winked under the touch of his pursed lips and tongue, clenching with surprise at the contact with the dragon's agile maw. He tilted his head quickly from side to side, drilling with his lips to get as close as he could, thumbs pulling on the lion's cheeks close to the actual ass crack to truly spread it wide and to expose him fully. He tongued into the fleshy dimple, poking, pressing, tasting with the flow of saliva back and forth over his tongue, onto the muscled ring, suckled back into his maw for exploration, only before his tongue would once again crash and twirl onto the lion's hole.
His ears were filled with moans, the lion in the throes of the unspeakable pleasure of having his ass eaten out. The tail rattled its bounds, above the butt the dragon Prince worshipped with his tongue, deep in play while he toyed with the rapid clench of the muscled pucker. Saliva matted the furs surrounding the golden cat's opening and slowly seeped lower as well, towards his balls, tightly bound in their sac. The lion was even moving his hips a little, perhaps unconscious, or uncontrollable, indeed, going back and forth over the silk pillows and towards the endless tease of the dragon's seemingly untiring tongue.
The Prince held his eyes closed. He wanted to concentrate on the taste, the scent brought by every sniff, the fleshy flavor upon his tongue that he slurped in with every good swipe of his tongue over the lion's clean, warm, trembling asshole. His hands rubbed the cat's butt cheeks almost idly now, his actions mostly concerned with the furrowed hole he worshipped with his tongue and lips. It was so pliable, so alive, the centerpiece of the Prince's many erotic fantasies and ideas.
His cock stood as a proud pillar, arousal deep set and burning with every strong, rapid beat of his heart as he did his best to try and shove his tongue up the lion's ass.
The rudeness of the idea thrilled the dragon to even further his efforts, his tongue poking at a rapid pace against the winking hole as if he was actually thrusting into it, fucking that mischievous muscled hole into submission. It was noisy, slurping, and slobbery, wet with his saliva he was forgetting to swallow, so set on the task of tasting and savoring the lion's delicate pink flower he wanted to make bloom from a dainty bud into a full, wonderful, flower of joy.
The Prince actually laughed into the lion's asshole, amused by his bizarre musings. He was feeling almost giddy, his head so full of thoughts and feelings, and musk, to loveliest of musk and rubbery flesh against his lips, pulsing with the rapid beating of his servant's heart -
And suddenly a noise, a low, almost mournful, before it reached a crescendo and the lion roared, his tailhole clenching as if trying to bite on the tongue that was eagerly exploring the inner rim of its depths, his body in the throes of a sudden, powerful climax brought on by the alien sensations flowing into the very core of his being from his butt. The dragon trilled with joy, sending even further pleasurable vibrations through the lion's butt, even as the room filled with the cat's musk from him shooting streamers of cum onto the silk pillow his thrusting hips occupied.
The Prince continued his play until the hole felt slack agianst his tongue, and the lion simply laid there, panting softly. The smiling dragon pulled his tongue out with a slick 'slurp', and licked his lips to taste the final residue of his activities.
"Ah...that was very much needed..." he mused, getting up, his cock swaying, hard as ever."My lovely..."
He patted the lion's butt gently, gave one of the round, golden cheeks a playful little slap and went to retrieve his gown then. Attired and suitably relaxed now that he'd partaken in his truly favorite breakfast activity, Prince Harlan was ready to attend to any serious business of the day.
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