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A Princely Prostitute for SethTheTolf by Draconicon

The tiger-wolf hybrid groaned as he slowly pulled himself up from his 'bed.' For Prince Seth, it was hardly fitting of such a description; the tolf hated the lack of curtains, the inability to stretch out on the paltry thing, and the lack of silk left him utterly appalled. It was like he was expected to be a commoner, rather than the royalty that he was.

Then again, mother won't be coming to get me out of this one.

Lifting one arm and looking at the chains holding him down, the tolf shook his head before curling into a ball. The cool air of the early evening felt colder than usual on his bare body, and the metal chains felt absolutely icy. He curled his tail between his legs to try and keep some more warmth around him, but it had barely any effect. Teeth chattering, he looked down at himself.

The brand of the Banded Dragon Brothel was clear on his chest, marked right above his left nipple. A series of chains around the letters BDB with a pair of hearts above the two B's formed the sign, and he shook his head as he covered it with a hand.

It's not my fault. Just because I came home drunk a few times...

His mother, the queen, however, had entertained a different opinion. According to her, he'd humiliated the family too many times, and now he had to pay the price. For royalty, it meant that the only way that the stain of dishonor could be removed was to have him removed. By now, Seth imagined that his name was removed from the family line, as if he'd never been a part of the family to begin with. As if he'd never been born.

And unlike with his brothers, it would be easy to do. He looked down at his body, specifically towards his crotch. Unlike other princes, running around and begetting bastards everywhere, he...hadn't been. It was impossible, really, for a c-boy to do that sort of thing without getting a lot more attention. He blushed as he reached down, covering it up with his tail. Knowing his family, that had probably been another good reason to get rid of him. A prince that wasn't a man wasn't as much of an asset to the family.

He was shaken from his ruminations as the door to his cell was flung open. Jumping from the clattering clang of the door slamming against the wall, Seth rolled over, his tail still covering his privates.

Standing in the doorway was a great blue and black dragon, wearing little in the way of proper clothing. Only a long coat granted the male any degree of modesty, while the tight shorts he wore beneath it only emphasized the shaft hidden away. Seth shuddered at that, remembering seeing it his first night in the brothel. It was not a pleasant experience, as the dragon - known only as Spence - broke all the new whores in personally, as he later found out from the other 'employee's' here.

At his feet was a lyger, crawling around like a feral despite having the mind and body of an anthro. The feline wore even less clothing than the dragon, and Seth looked up and away with a bright blush on his face as the dragon's 'pet' started humping the air, cock throbbing out in the open like some sort of beast. Clearing his throat, Seth looked to the dragon.

"What do you want?"

"It's time for you to put that body of yours to work."

"I'm a Prince, Spence. I do not -"

"You were a prince. Now you're a whore, and not a very good one, yet. I'm going to be lucky to get two talons for you."

Two - you could sell water for more than that!

Ignoring his glare, the coat wearing dragon walked into the room and gathered up a number of chains. Seth couldn't lift them very well, due to their size, but Spence handled them as if they were nothing. Several were unclipped from the wall, only to have them re-clipped to different manacles on the tolf's body. Soon, Seth's manacles were connected to his ankle bindings, and the strap on his tail was pulled back to connect to his collar, keeping his body exposed.

And cold. Very cold. Seth shivered as the dragon led him out of his chamber by a leash, but his face burned as he was led through the open front room.

People from all across the kingdom were there, from the rabid barbarians of the north to the merchants of the west. Serpentine people from the south slithered around the room to examine the wares, while the nomads of the east were claiming their companions for the night, frightening most with their large 'swords' that they planned to sheath in warm bodies.

For a moment, Seth worried that he'd find himself in the hands of one of the easterners. Though he'd been broken in already, the nomads were huge, mostly of the equine variety, but all with shafts that dwarfed anything that he'd seen before. Only the barbarians seemed to have larger, and those were on the sides of freakish. He winced, his cheeks burning as he was paraded towards...and then thankfully past the bigger nomads. Spence looked over his shoulder at him and smirked.

"Don't worry, little 'prince.' You have a special client tonight, so you'll be safe from them. For now."

Somehow, that didn't reassure him. Prince Seth shook his head, trying to keep his head high and proud, but it was very difficult as he walked along. He could feel so many eyes on his ass, more than he'd ever felt at court, and he knew that his cunt was under close examination. He didn't want to admit that it was causing him some...discomfort, but he pushed his legs closer together anyway as he walked.

He was pulled to a stop in front of a creature he recognized as a demon-wolf, something possessed from the portals that had started appearing a few years ago. The creature looked like a more civilized version of the wolfen barbarians, but the red gleam in his eyes and the pulsing crimson light through his fur that had nothing to do with the fire told the prince that the wolf was as dark and monstrous as they came. He shuddered as his dragon owner pushed him forward, his head barely coming up to the wolf's chest.

"Here you are, Zack. As promised, a member of the royal family."

Sniff, sniff, went the wolf, his nose tugging air through the prince's hair. He shuddered, but before he could pull away, the wolf rammed a gloved finger between his legs. Seth arched his back with a pained cry, his chained hands shaking as he reached down to the wolf's hand. Try as he might, he couldn't remove it, couldn't even push it away as he was forced up on tiptoe by the questing digit.

"Unhand me! I am a prince! A prince!"

"Heh. Heh. Heh. A prince. I've fought princes, little boi, and I know what royalty is. I know the taste of royal blood, and I know the power that lies in royal veins. Your family has the power to claim royalty, but you? You're nothing but a bitch to me."

The wolf's multi-toned voice sent shivers down his spine, but nothing like the finger inside him did. He punched the wolf's arm, but it gained him nothing but having his arms pulled behind his back, chained together so that he had no protection at all. The demon-wolf lifted him higher and higher until his bare feet no longer touched the ground, all with the one finger that was pushed so deep inside of him.

As the wolf handed over money with his free hand, Seth felt the eyes of everyone in the room on him. They were muttering about a prince, but few believed it. They couldn't believe a boy with a cunt could have been born in the royal family. They couldn't believe one of them could be found in a whorehouse.

Most importantly, they couldn't believe that a royal would be dripping with a demon's finger inside them.

The wolf 'carried' him with a finger inside wiggling still, constantly teasing the prince as he tried to keep from making any sounds. He bit his lips, but the whimpers still escaped, slipping from his traitorous mouth. He couldn't even cover himself with his arms tied behind him.

Soon, they arrived at the demon-wolf's room. Zack threw him from the door to the bed, and no sooner had Seth landed on the mattress than the monster was above him. The creature was fast, faster than the shadows of legend, and the tolf shuddered as he felt the bulge in the creature's pants pressing against him.

More terrifying, though, was the still open door. He shook his head, his face burning with shame.

"P-please..."

"What, royal bitch?"

I'm a prince...not a bitch...

Yet, despite his pride, he couldn't even bring himself to demand. He could only ask this thing.

"Can't you...shut the door? The people -"

"The people should learn who rules them. Not powerful protectors, but rare princes among cowardly bois. And they'll learn as they see you break beneath me."

Seth panted in fear as the demon-wolf undid his pants, revealing a cock that was half the size of his arm. He was helpless to move, his arms bound behind his back and his legs too heavy to lift or move. He could only lay there as the demonic creature slowly lowered himself so that his cock touched the prince's sex.

It burned, the flesh of the demon-wolf hotter than the tolf had imagined, and he looked away. Unfortunately, the only other thing he could see was the crowd gathering at the door, collecting at the shouts from Spence to 'see the whore-prince be broken.' He looked up, begging, one more time.

"Please. The people. I can't take this!"

"Just like my people can't stand you."

Any pretense at gentleness disappeared as the demon slammed himself in, and Seth howled as he was stretched beyond all previous limits. He squirmed, throwing himself from side to side in a desperate attempt to get away, but all he did was get himself further and further along the demon's cock.

It burned at him, and not just from the friction as it rammed in again and again. The shaft glowed with red light, just as the fur did, and he could feel that hellish heat building inside of him. Zack leaned forward, whispering in his ear in that brutal, unworldly voice.

"I've waited a long time to have a royal bitch beneath me. After the war, we've waited for revenge. And now -" He thrust, his cock hilting with the screaming Seth. "Now, we'll have it. A royal broken to our ways. A reminder that we aren't gone. Just quiet."

The tolf shuddered as he was fucked harder and harder, biting his lip as he tried to stay strong. He was a good prince. He was still a proud prince, and he would do his family proud. He just had to take this. He just had to be strong enough to take it.

Seth closed his eyes, never noticing the slight streaks of red already beginning to spread out from his pussy, or how it was starting to get wetter as the demon-wolf fucked him harder.

The End