The Prince and the Woodcutter
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The Prince and the Woodcutter
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It was another splendid sun-kissed day in the kingdom, one that prompted birds to bathe in puddles, for gracings cows to ammoo at the sky, shepherds to wipe their brows and the sensitive buds of flowers to close their bulbs to prevent losing all their precious, life-giving moisture. The sun had been up since morning and even if the hour had turned for the afternoon, the weather was most agreeable, especially once a little breeze had picked up.
Prince Harlam was in a fantastic mood.His schoolmasters had congratulated him on his verb inflection, his elocution tutor thought that his poetry recital had gained yet another layer of emotional strength, and even the King had bestowed a good word on his son. That was a rare occurrence, and it had buoyed the drake prince's spirits throughout the day.
He was strolling along a fine path through the woods in the more mild part of the royal gardens, the one set up to appear like it was an untamed forest while actually having been designed carefully for that very purpose. The path was covered in a soft sprinkling of pine needles that felt amusing under the Prince's bare feet, claws gently scratching on the soil beneath his soles. He was only clad in a thin pair of linen slacks and one of the silk shirts he favored, one that let the air flow into the sleeves and under the cloth to give him a sense of coolness even in the warm sun. In the shadow of the trees, it was hardly a nuisance either way, and he was quite enjoying his post-meal walk in the woods. It was a peaceful place for him, beyond the usual bustle of the court where men and women were vying for his attention most of the time, even when he had already retired into his private quarters. There were no doors to knock here, just the cool soil under his feet, the smells of flowers, the singing of birds...
...and a rhythmic noise, coming from some distance away, that prompted him to investigate. It was a kind of a clatter, something he wasn't sure of its origin of. The prince's natural curiosity was perked and he wandered down his path, head turning about while he sought out the source of the noise he could hear. His feet and his tail made a little rustle as he moved, and he slowed down his steps in the hopes of silencing his movement, as in not to alarm anyone or anything into his presence.
The thumping clacking grew louder, and the Prince crept closer to it, he was sure of that. He reached the part of the woods where the trees gave way for some wild shrubberies, blooming with many red and white flowers that let out a tantalizing, perfume-like aroma. The Prince found it most pleasant, as far as potential hiding places would go, besides being very thick and providing the perfect camouflage for him, it also smelled nice.
Carefully, the Prince parted the nearest branches in front of him, crouching in the flower bush to peek beyond the foliage to spy at the source of the mysterious sound that had brought him into this covert position.
The young drake's eyes widened at the sight that befell upon him once he gained a clear line of sight, from the edge of the woods towards the river. Upon the bank of the lazily streaming water, a brown stallion, with a white splotch over half of his face and snout, toiled. The young, comely man's hands swung up a heavy splitting ax, the black, wrought steel flying through the air with ease with the strong male's movement, before it came down upon a piece of a log that had been put onto the chopping block to be smashed in half. The *thwok* signified the impact of ax on wood, and a twist of the horse's wrists caused the halves to fall to the sides, upon their brothers already piling up, to make the clatter that had added the curious cadence into the noise.
The Prince stared, quietly, with a wonderful leaping of his heart, how the proud young stallion's blonde locks of mane flowed with his smooth, trained motions, propelled by his toned upper body covered only in a lick of a shirt and plenty of sweat the dragon could see even from this distance away. The drake's breath caught when the horse leaned down to pick up one half of the split log to be cut into even smaller pieces suitable for putting into hearths, and the motion raised his large, round, shapely equine buttocks and drew taut the cloth of the trousers he was wearing.
"Gods..."
The Prince was in awe of the physique of the young lad, of his ease of motion, and sheer beauty of his behind as well, displayed for such a fleeting moment before the stallion stood upright and his stringy, black tail fell upon his buttocks and secluded the view once more. The drake felt regret for that effect, but still, holding onto the branches, he continued spying on the stallion's work. The young man was a stranger to him, a new face (and a butt!) in the number of many servants, workers, hands, pages and other helpers that tended to the court and its grounds, and that especially made the Prince to feel piqued by the comely, handsome young man doing such a harsh physical labor under the warm sun. The Prince wondered whether any of that wood was burnt in the great ovens of the castle kitchens to cook some of their meals, or whether this horse was a simple peasant's son chopping wood to warm his parents' cottage. He enjoyed the thoughts as much as watching the horse's eye-pleasing movements, imagining what his life must've been life, what kind of a character he was. He felt an urge to know him, suddenly, just a simple man to chat with, and to admire, from afar and near.
There was no stopping him now, he decided, as the prince withdrew from the bushes and rounded them, to walk casually down the grassy hill.
"Hello there, my chap!" the drake made his presence known, thoughtful to pipe up only when the stallion was in the process of lifting more wood to the log (and showing that wonderful rump of his again, much to the dragon prince's pleasure!) so as not to startle the handsome man during a crucial moment while handling his mighty tool. Nonetheless, the Prince could see his ears flick, the tail move, a curious look on the eyes that met his across the several yards that separated them still, though he was quick to move across the grassy gnoll to be with the stallion.
The horse, upon noticing not only the fine attire, but the fine red scales of the drake, a rare breed of a creature to begin with, soon bowed his head down in respect to the approaching noble.
"Milord," he spoke with ease, eyes lowered in deference.
"Please, do not be alarmed," Harlam was smiling, addressing the stallion in his kindest tone, "I am simply enjoying the weather and the nature, and I came to inspect the source of a noise upon the garden over there..."
He pointed out the flowery bushes, quickly, and smiled still, serenely, happy to be in the company of such a male of beautiful breeding. There was never a shortage of them in these parts, but the horse was particularly attractive for the Prince, whom enjoyed eyeing him from proximity now that he was actually close enough to smell the sweat and the musk seeping off the hard-working male. It was enough to give the dragon an erection, but his swelling shaft was well hidden by the cloth of his loose shirt and his slacks.
"Yes, Milord," the horse said.
"What is your name, lad?" the Prince questioned the horse gently. "I do not know your name, for I do not think I have met you before."
"It's Freur, Milord, I'm Freur," the horse replied in a pleasant peasant drawl. "Honored to meet ya, Milord."
Harlam was smiling broadly, his tail alive and moving behind him in slow, expansive curves, scuttling along the tops of the grass covering the sun-bleached riverbank.
"I am very happy to meet you, Freur, very happy indeed!" the Prince spoke enthusiastically. "I could not help but see you work and I was so impressed by your work that I decided to come down here and make your acquaintance."
"Too kind, Milord," the stallion sounded bashful upon hearing this praise coming from someone of such high standing. The Prince enjoyed hearing that in the horse's voice, too, for it brought a thrill to him to hear even a hint of submission upon someone so strong, and obviously of great, stern character as well.
"But it is obviously the truth!" Harlam gestures over the horse's work, the chopped wood littering the ground. "Have you been toiling for many hours here, my friend?"
"Hmm yes, Milord, I am helping with your - I mean, your father's castle, I have been working here for a week and a half now, with the woodcutters."
"And I can see your are very handy with your tool as well!" the Prince beamed. "My stewards have done well hiring someone like you to tend the woods."
The horse rubbed his snout and flicked a casual ear, his tail on the move as well.
"I don't know about that, Milord, it's just chopping wood..." the equine mused. "Someone's gotta do it."
"I can see you are very well equipped for that sort of work!" the Prince smiled. "You are a strong young man, built like a soldier!"
The horse flicked his head and that made his mane ruffle from side to side, and send a veritable wave of warm musk into the dragon's nose. He was almost caught sniffing it from the air, but held himself back. These simple men could be so very shy about the smallest compliments, he thought, but kept on smiling gently, encouragingly.
"Well, I don't know about that, Milord, but thank you, Milord..."
"It is such a pleasant day!" the Prince trilled. "I do like you, Freur. Would you sit with me to watch the river for a little while? I would so much enjoy the company you keep with me."
"Oh I don't know, Milord -"
"It would please me so much, my friend!" the Prince smiled sweetly, the kind of smile he spared for exotic princesses his father the King insisted he entertained during official events.
"Well if it won't be any trouble for you, Milord..."
"Nonsense," the drake laughed. "Come, let us sit by the river and contemplate it!"
"Contemp...late?" the horse repeated the word as if he was not quite familiar with it.
"Oh yes," the Prince's voice was low and trilling with amusement, "we shall sit down on our butts and simply relax with the water soothing our souls."
The horse seemed somewhat puzzled by the Prince's high-reaching vernacular, but gave a nod, before he plunged the axe into the wood chopping block with an easy, quick swing that left it protruding from the block. The horse rubbed his palms against his pants legs and nickered, softly, perhaps pleased that the physical toil was over for now.
"Splendid!" the Prince declared. "I am so glad that you have decided to accompany me."
"Yes, Milord," the stallion said.
The drake led his new friend over to the riverbank, not far away, of course, from where the horse had been working, and he plopped easily down onto the ground, settling his hindquarters onto the soft grass with his legs dangling down towards the flowing water. He could both hear and smell the horse's approach,too, still so deliciously musky from his hard physical labor, and creating even further thrills for the sensualist that was the Prince. The erotic scents made it hard to keep his erection in check, a hard, long lump in his breeches that the fold of the hem of his silk shirt only barely covered, but the Prince was quite sure that he was still going unnoticed by the stallion. Surely the horse would not be as bold as to remark on such a thing he'd notice on his Prince of all men in this realm.
"Aaah...it is so very nice here, do sit down with me, Freur!"
He looked up at the horse whom studied the riverbank for a moment with keen eyes before he too sat down upon the firm ground. The distance between them grew very brief, much to the Prince's pleasure, whom already longed to explore the firm, muscled body next to him. The stallion's clothes covered parts of it in a most tantalizing manner, leaving him to imagine just how wonderful the young horse looked like beneath the layers of sweat-soaked fabric.
"It is...nice, yes, Milord," the horse commented.
The Prince felt an urge to ask the horse to address him less formally, but decided against it. Only his family was allowed to use his name, and it was not really an honour he was supposed to bestow upon mere acquaintances, let alone his illicit little lovers, one of whom the drake hoped the horse might become as well.
"It is lovely," the Prince beamed, leaning back on his hands behind him so that he could lounge easily, tail swished to the side to avoid prodding the horse with it...too much at least."I could sit here for hours just watching the water and wonder where it might have come from and where it will end up, eventually...a drop in the ocean, my friend..."
The puzzled frown on the horse's face was simply adorable for the cheeky nobleman. Obviously his poetic musings had been received with a less than enthusiastic response. Harlam did not mind that - sometimes it wasn't a trouble that the boys he entertained were more pretty bodies than interesting characters. Philosophical musings were not necessary when he could occupy himself with other activities.
"Aye, Milord," the horse mused, eventually, "good to fish at, too."
"Do you fish?" the Prince asked. "I have never fished, do you enjoy it?"
"It's alright," the horse said. "Gives you something to eat too when you're lucky..."
"Oh, hahah!" the Prince trilled happily. "I do love fish. I wish we had some even now! A nice little meal of grilled fish and wine and leeks, followed by sweet cakes..."
His stomach almost grumbled at the thought of the imaginary feast. The horse gave him a curious look upon the dragon's descriptive chatter, but did not seem opposed to such a meal He seemed happy to listen to the Prince. Harlam desperately wanted his new acquaintance to enjoy his company, because he himself was very much taken by the comely youth and felt most piqued by his handsome, lean body.
"Or anything you'd like, of course, my fine man!" the Prince continued."It is a shame I did not bring a food basket with me!"
"I'll...be having supper later with the rest of the service, Milord," the horse stated. "I'll be fine quite alright, thank you, Milord."
"You seem most alright to me!" Harlam could not resist the urge to touch his new friend, and hence he resorted to patting the young horse's shoulders with his clawed hand. Freur's ears bounced a little at the surprising, intimate contact with the noble scaly, but he did not withdraw.
"Oh thank you, Milord," the horse sounded bashful.
"Oh I do think so," Harlam continued his sweet talking, "such a hard working, fine member of the royal court. You are a testament to your parents' fine breeding and a pride for my father's household, you should remember that."
"Very kind of you to speak these things, Milord," the stallion nickered.
"I know fine things when I see them, my dear friend," the Prince replied. "And you are certainly a very fine subject of my father', if I may say so."
"You may say anything you see right, Milord," the peasant's son spoke slowly, thoughtfully, it sounded for the Prince in awe of him and listening eagerly for his every breath and word.
"Oh, I do see..." the Prince's eyes were easily lingering on the curve of the stallion's toned back that flared ever so beautifully onto the equine's broad rump cheeks, currently resting upon the riverbank's grasses to hold the horse's weight upright. The royal dragon longed to run his fingers all over the horse's butt, spread the halves of that muscled ass and then bury his snout between them to find the ripe, fragrant, sweaty musk of a working man's tight, possibly untouched butthole, deep under a tentatively raised tail.
His erection burgeoned and throbbed, so hard and distracting that it was troublesome for the dragon to sit still. The horse excited him, and the Prince was not very good at controlling his urges when they hit him. The stallion seemed very comely and friendly but whether he would be amenable...he had to find out. Otherwise he'd either go mad with lust, or be forced to make beeline back into the castle to find one of the most obliging servants who did not mind the Prince's passionate advances.
None of that everyday lust compared to the thrill he got from sitting with the handsome young stallion on the riverbanks, the drake making his chatter and the horse being most adorable by agreeing with everything he was saying. Perhaps he was simply being polite, or otherwise just thinking that deferring to his Prince was all in all the most agreeable way to proceed with their acquaintance.
"Oh wouldn't you come with me, just for a moment?" the Prince pleaded with the horse. "I'd love to show you the prettiest bush on the end of the path over the garden...is tending those trees part of your duties?"
He pointed out the place, and the stallion looked into the direction indicated, his long neck craning so that the drake could see every sinewy muscle, the tendons, and the musky sweat still glistening there.
"Not really Milord, but if you insist."
"I would enjoy your company greatly, my Freur!" the dragon beamed. "Please...let us walk, shall we?"
They climbed up, brushed grass and dirt from their clothing, and made their way up slowly along the gently rolling riverbank. The Prince found it prudent to fall just a little behind step to the easily walking horse, in order to spy the swing of his posterior while he was walking. It was a sight delicious enough to make the dragon noble's heart and stalk both leap with excitement and longing, surely the horse was unaware of his turmoil, the blood rushing through his body while he contemplated the woodcutter's wonderful physique. Even his scent...was 'rugged' the correct word, the Prince considered? He barely cared for matters of eloquence now, coming to the shade of the trees at the end of the path, where the bushes he had previously taken cover in were still blooming in the afternoon sun.
"Fantastic, aren't they..." the Prince mused, running claws over a delicate leaf, "and the scent, hmmmmmm, ah!"
The horse looked at him curiously and seemed amused by the drake's extravagant statements, ears flicking slowly in the still, warm air on the shade.
"Wouldn't you sniff it too, my friend?" the Prince gestured upon the poetic flowers. "They are everyone's pleasure, I think very much so!"
The horse appeared somewhat doubtful, but did do as his Prince suggested, leaning down a little so that his snout could reach some of the high up blooms upon the bush. He inhaled, and nickered a little.
"Very flowery, Milord," he commented.
"Oh aren't they?!" the Prince chuckled. "I do find them so very lovely, don't you enjoy them as well?"
"They're plenty nice, yes," Freur replied to the Prince's bombastic question.
"Hmmm..." the Prince tugged on one of the whip-like branches and sniffed deep and loud. It almost made him feel lightheaded, his tail slipping in the air behind him jubilantly. He turned to look at the horse, whom had a curious expression upon his gentle lad-like features. "So fine...isn't it such a fine bouquet, my friend?"
"I don't know what that not means like, Milord," the horse conceded, "sorry, Milord."
The Prince smiled. The stallion sounded genuinely unhappy and felt like he had somehow failed the drake's expectations. Harlam didn't want to hear anything of the sort. This handsome creature didn't deserve unhappiness, especially not over a frivolous little thing.
"Ah, don't you worry, my sweet thing!" the Prince put his hand upon the stallion's arm. "I was just saying that they smell so nice!"
"Oh...yes, Milord, they certainly do."
The Prince was not about to remove his comforting hand away from the stallion's arm, not even with the seemingly added perkiness of his ears once he had explained his earlier words in simpler terms. Hiw own smile had certainly not waned.
"Oh yes...we are alike in that, aren't we? We enjoy seeing these beautiful things...feeling them...smelling them too..."
"The...flowers, Milord?" the horse sounded puzzled.
"Among other things," the Prince smiled toothily. "I do enjoy beautiful things...don't you, as well?"
"I don't know much about that sort of thing, Milord, I just mostly work," the stallion said.
"Heh," the drake smirked, "I can see that...such a strong body from all that...woodcutting, yes?"
"Yeah," the horse nodded.
"Very strong arms..." the Prince stroked his fingers along the tantalizing, firm muscles of the stallion's upper arm, "you could model for an artist for a sculpture or a painting, I believe..."
"You speak so very kindly," the horse spoke, looking curiously at the hand now touching him quite forwardly.
"Oh, just the truth for you, my handsome friend," the Prince said, "I am so very happy to have met you on this beautiful day...it feels as if it was meant to be so!"
"Ah...I dunno..." the young man replied.
"Oh yes...you are most pleasing for your Prince...don't you like hearing that?" the Prince murmured.
"That is...I think it's a good thing...?" the horse sounded questioning, his tail flapping upon the posterior the Prince Harlam lusted for.
"It's a lovely thing, Freur, my friend, my lovely, lovely new friend..." the Prince breathed more quickly now, leaning close to the horse, "and I want to know you better...wouldn't it be wonderful to know a real prince?"
Harlam knew that he was putting his most golden words in use...tempting the horse's simple nature with his gentle promises. It was a genuine feeling for him, he had no doubt of that, he wanted to make the peasant's acquaintance, and if things were to turn his way, he could see them being close friends indeed. As long as he would show himself to be...obliging and not afraid to sacrifice a bit of his time and effort to help the Prince with his..frequent problems.
The horse's eyes appeared quite disbelieving, his ears flicking about while the Prince looked at him passionately. He seemed indecisive, too, perhaps wondering whether the Prince was serious or not about his offer of companionship.
"But I'm just a woodcutter, Milord..." Freur spoke humbly,
"What does that matter, when we enjoy each other's company?" the Prince mused sweetly. "And I want to enjoy your company...oh I enjoy it very much already..."
He had a free hand, and he decided to show the horse just how much his presence was affecting him already. He grasped the horse's hand and guided it upon the sizeable mound of his hard stalk, pressing the calloused fingers upon the hem of his shirt so that the horse could feel his massive arousal. The young lad's eyes widened as much as they possibly could, it seemed, and a surprised, shocked neigh rose from his throat.
"Milord!" the horse's fingers flexed, yet his hand was held upon its place on the draconian erection by the eagerly panting Prince.
"Oh just feel it, beautiful...what you do to me...oh how you torture me..."
"M-Milord!" the horse mumbled.
"You excite me, my dear friend, you set my blood on fire, I must have you right now, oh my beautiful, let me hold you close and pleasure you, I'll show you the greatest pleasures a man can experience - oh just feel how hard I am!" the Prince moaned eagerly. "I'll guarantee you'll not regret if you'll just let me touch you...let me touch you, my young colt..."
"It..it ain't...entirely proper, is it?" the horse breathed out.
"It's just what men do..." the Prince spoke softly, "oh just feel what you already do to me..."
His cock pulsed, and the horse's fingers were pressed upon his mound, no chance that he wouldn't be aware of the very effect he was causing on the dragon Prince.
"That...that's..."
"Oh, my stalk is hard for you...my sweet colt..aren't you happy that your Prince likes you?"
"I don't know about that sorta thing, Milord, I prefer lasses, Milord..."
"Oh it won't harm you to try some buggery," the Prince's voice became a rough drawl just as his vernacular too turned into more colorful parlance, "you might even like it, heh...at worst it'll just be...indifferent..."
The horse's ears had began to droop lower, which worried the drake, but he was not about to stop his efforts now. It felt like the summer heat had gone into his blood, and he had to release the tension that had been building up in his body for such a long time since the morning...and the horse seemed like the perfect outlet for his needs now.
"Ain't that called a sin or a vice, Milord?" the stallion spoke up.
The drake shrugged, and pressed his fingers over the horse's sinewy arm, eager to feel his body react.
"What's in a name?" the Prince mused breathily. "Just a moment of carnality..."
"Caaa...what?"
"Oh, fucking!" the Prince chuckle. "Oh, just turn around for me, I'll show you, you needn't even do anything...oh I'll show you..."
He let go of the horse's arms and instead grasped his hips, to urge the stallion to finally reveal the part of his body he was most eager to see. The stallion's hooves brushed soil and needles about the path, making a noise, and his tail flapped up and swished upon the scaled drake's arm.
"M-Milord..."
""Oh, Freur, look at me, kneeling to worship you...oh my gods almighty creators of all...creators of you...oh, beautiful lad..."
The drake's knees pressed onto the soft soil, his muzzle coming up to just about the right level, almost sniped by the horse's nervously flicking tail. The Prince held onto the horse's hips still, both to steady himself and to make sure he would not bolt...he might give a playful chase through the woods if it came to that, not wanting to harm the horse by any means, but right now he was exactly where he wanted to be, with his face hovering inches away from the butt of the woodcutter stallion.
"M-milord, this is...uh...unusual..." the horse nickered nervously, feeling the fingers flutter over his hips.
"Oh don't you worry about a thing..." murmured Harlam, leaning over to kiss each of the sweet muscled buttocks in turn.
"Uh..."
"Just lean against that tree...yes...put those strong hands of yours onto it...yes...like that..."
The Prince was happy that the horse was doing what he was told, hands resting over the tree bark which had the added effect that his new posture pushed out his butt a little bit further towards the kneeling drake. He sniffed and inhaled the sweaty musk emanating from the horse, even through the cloth of his breeches that also had the scent of soil and grass upon them. These natural aromas couldn't fully mask the smell the Prine craved for.
"Ehh...bugger..."
"Yes, eventually," the Prince giggled rudely, enjoying the play immensely already, "you have such a fine butt, my friend...I do like butts..yours is...fantastic..."
He fondled the horse's hips and wondered whether he could resist the urge any further.
The Prince decided he couldn't and pulled down the horse's pants.
His eyes widened. The buttocks were even more lovely when seen up close and without a scrap of fabric to hide anything from the drake's view, not even the whispy tail, for it had the good grace to move to the side in a nervous, jittery flick. The deep valley between them parted at the very bottom to swell into the loose, heavily hanging sweaty sac of his testicles in their leather scrotum. It was almost enough to make the drake faint with lust, and he hadn't even seen the horse's tailhole yet. .
"Oh gods be praised...what an altar of manhood..." the Prince felt dry-mawed all sudden
"Eh..."
"Oh no need to be shy..." said the Prince, fondling the sweaty buttock under his scaly palms, "this is such a perfect sight...I wish I had a painting of it on my wall I could look at whenever I don't have this pressed upon my face..."
The Prince inhaled deeply, noisily, leaning even closer to better sample the perfume that was the stallion's odor. It thrilled him to no end, causing his cock to pulse rapidly in his slacks and leak watery pre-cum in copious quantities, a dark splotch forming onto his pants.
"I'll have to have my court painter do a session with you..." the Prince mused, "but first...I need all of this in my memory..."
"Ah...eh..."
The Prince drew the horse's smoothly furred buttocks apart with his thumbs and giggled almost nervously at the sight of the tightly puckered anus, its rim thick and raised up from the deeper, wrinkled dimple at the center of the horse's muscled hole.
"Oh you're beautiful...oh, gods..." the Prince panted. "Where have you been hiding, Freur...where've you been hiding all my life...my lovely, beautiful colt..."
"Uh..." said the horse, obviously feeling puzzled by the sudden attention and gushing praise, let alone probably very unsettled by the idea of being offered buggery by a royal!
Prince Harlam licked his lips to make them moist and pleasant before he applied a bit of extra pressure with his thumbs and buried his snout into the stallion's ass crack. Sweaty muscle huffed his cheeks and his nose was pushed right over to the source of the young male's deepest musk, giving the dragon the whiff of his life into the undertail of a sweaty horse fresh off his heavy labor by the river. The royal dragon couldn't help it but let out a moan as his nose was filled by the deep scent, such a heady mixture of manhood that the lusty Prince was left gasping.
"Oh my precious..." the Prince drawled, maw filling with saliva, as if facing a well-cured steak instead of the rippling muscled butt of an extremely sensual, musky horse being bent over to the drake's will right in front of him.
He licked the horse's left buttock, just to taste the sweat, so intoxicatingly salty and arousing for the scaled male, deeply in lust with the young man he had captured under his spell. The Prince wasn't quite sure who had captured whom by that point, but he cared not for such a distinction, as long as he got to savor the warm body of the loudly breathing young man in front of him.
"Your Prince is so very pleased..." the dragon slurred, lips covered in horse musk, "ah...gods!"
The groaning drake pushed his snout down against the horse's balls and sniffed around madly. The dangling orbs felt so warm and lovely, potent with the reproductive energy of a horse surely simply burgeoning with the almost bestial need to breed and spread his seed.
"Oh your ass is divine..." the Prince complimented when he managed to come up for a hurried breath, "I'd eat this for breakfast...uuhhh....aahhh..."
The horse let out another nervous nicker and threw his head about, but did not move to stop his Prince's indiscretions when it came to his hindquarters. Instead he let the dragon have his way with the stallion's rump, even if that involved licking into the crevice between his buttocks, scooping up sweat and musk that only grew in intensity as he moved along towards the final destination of his raunchy journey onto manly flesh. The young man's noisy exclamations only served to arouse him further, and he settled in -
And he almost sprayed his seed into his slacks the moment his lips touched the stallion's anus, its secrets beckoning for the Prince's raunchy, questing tongue. He gasped and moaned, and pressed his lips even further upon the surface of the undulating spot of pleasure, ears filling with the horse's surprised whinnies.
"M-milord..."
His long, agile, rough tongue circled the raised rim of the horse's pucker in several rapid sweeps before the twirling tongue prodded at the gates of joy at the center, making the pliable flesh react in the most blissful kind of a throb he could feel as a kind of a tentative kiss over the Prince's tongue. The round, taut buttocks against his palms seemed to be trembling under the wet oral assault, a feeling that made Harlam's heart flutter with joy. He had rarely felt such heat under his skin, his cock like the hard hilt of a sword, so very needy for release that hopefully somehow involved the stallion he explored with his aggressive tongue.
It was a worshipful act, tongue sliding back and forth over the warm, firm flesh. He took in every difference in texture, from the whispy hairs surrounding the horse's pucker to the inviting heat at the center of the spit-soaked anus, more forthcoming for the press of the Prince's pointy-tipped appendage seeking to gain entry into the horse's forbidden depths. The royal drake felt faint, hypnotized by the heat of the activity he was engaged in. The stallion's untouched backside, spread open in front of him, musk upon his lips, his cock hard, the horse moaning and nickering with confusing, odd sexual pleasure filling his loins from the drilling tongue...bliss, pure sexual, sensual high for the connoisseur of butts that Prince Harlam admittedly was.
He pulled his head back a little, simply to eye the dripping hole that was now well covered in his saliva. He sniffed and breathed the nervous musk of a colt, closely aware of every single muscular twitch and tremor that set his keen senses ablaze. The horse's hole was simply too delicious, part of such pert buttocks that he'd be happy simply watching them, let alone massaging them under his fingers, possibly with the helping of a sensuous, slick oil he'd spread over them before rubbing them for hours on end until his fingers would fall asleep and the horse would be practically purring...
He spared a hand, a necessity, even if untouching such a gorgeous butt was a pity, but to tickle his finger against that very same hole was a sweeter pleasure. The curious hole clenched, nibbling upon the blunt tip of his finger, while the horse bent over against the tree let out a grumble at the sensation.
"Ughhh..."
"Such fine pucker...many would envy for such an opening into their pleasure folds, my friend..." the Prince detailed in his own sensual drawl, "oh I could lick it for ages...please allow me..."
He didn't ask for further permissions neither waited for them, but instead began to lick over at the hole, to encourage it to open further while his finger wormed upon the leathery pucker. The horse nickered as he was dwelt upon, the sensations surely growing ever the more intense with the slick stroke of both a digit and a tongue teasing onto his presumably virginal hole. The territory gained by the Prince was tight, hot, spit-slickened and heated, pressing strongly onto the fingertip attempting to find entry into the horse's charmed rear.
The Prince was a drooling, panting wreck by the time his own urge grew too much to handle, and he was forced to stand up and drop his own slacks. His cock sprung out and smacked against the horse's butt, sending his ears flying up again.
"Oh Prince, don't think - "
"It won't hurt," the Prince spat against his palm and spread the slippery saliva onto himself, groaning from the feeling of scales on his bare skin, "you'll only feel pleasure and my wonderful warmth upon you, beautiful...uuuuuuh I need to ---ssShhhAAAH!"
He drove himself against the stallion's wet anus, hips tensing, buttocks clenced tightly together as he put his weight behind the thrust and pressed into the straining flesh.
"Ohhhhsir..."
The Prince's tail bounced behind him while he pushed on and on, slowly parting the ring of muscle that finally, with a loud grunt and a whimpered sigh from the trilling drake, allowed him to enter into the cavern of wonders beyond.
"oooohhhhhhmyhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaah..." the Prince rumbled in utter sexual rapture as he slid within, a few inches or so, pulsing and streaming pre-cum into the horse's rear.
"Ahsirr.r..."
The horse sounded constrained, confused by the Prince's actions and likely in some discomfort, too, but the Prince was beyond further considerations. He was inside the rear of dreams, so tight and hot around his flesh, and he wanted to bury himself entirely into the stallion, to be one with him and his beautiful, erotic body -
"Oh my beautiful - !" yelped the drake, thrusting joyfully to sink even further within the lad.
"Agh!" neighed the horse.
"My sweet - sweet lad!"
The Prince pounded into the horse with quick, deep thrusts, sinking himself through the wet grip of his beautiful rear while his hips collided, finally blissfully, onto the muscled pillows of his rump cheeks. The sensation of the sweaty flesh slapping the Prince's groin drove the dragon into a total lust of heated pounding onto the horse's butt, unconcerned and without inhibitions. He moaned and groaned, the horse grunted and seemed to be pushing his ass back to meet some of the thrusts...at least not escaping from them, the lusty man thought, as he continued fucking the once virginal hole wrapped around his dick.
"Oh I'll make you a chamber sssservant...aah...I want you in my bed..." the Prince groaned, "In my bathroom...in mt...ah...PRIVY!"
He groaned, head thrown back as he moaned, his cock jerking inside the horse's tailhole, on the verge of an orgasm, kept on the edge...tail smacking deep grooves onto the ground.
"Ohhhaaahhhhhhh..."
The horse's hole clenched nervously, and it was enough to send him over, the balls in their internal pouch spasming before creamy cum began to pour into the horse's rectum.
"hhhsirirrr..."
The Prince kept himself buried to the hilt and felt the constant rush of cum into the stallion's rear.His balls were sure to be drained, with his cock jerking so powerfully, while his seed gushed into the horse's fucked insides. The sight of the sweaty male bent over, getting his butt bred by a royal cock...it only spurred him on, to churn his load inside the horse's rear, with little bucks of his hips.
"Ohhhhh my gooodness..."
The Prince staggered backwards, out of sheer exhaustion. His cock slipped out with a slick pop, followed by a gush of his pearly seed dribbling down the horse's crack, over his balls and then into the grass underneath him.
The panting drake looked at the horse, whom looked over his shoulder with a puzzled expression over his youthful face.
It was only then that the Prince smelled the different kind of a musky scent, something that was not his own...and realized that cum was dribbling down the trunk of the tree, still held onto by the stallion.
"Oh, dearest!" the Prince giggled with delight.
"M-milord," husked the confused horse, barely aware of the fact that he too had spilled his seed, in such copious amounts all over the tree and the ground below.
"I think you will find it very...enlightening to serve under me from now on, Freur, my beautiful," said the Prince while admiring the sight of the horse's well-bred butt.
"If...if Milord wishes..." the horse neighed.
"You have no idea..." the Prince replied. His cock still felt like he could go right back into humping that messy, stretched hole.
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