Royal Bath
Before the inky heavens melted away to morning warmth, Goe, a servant to the royal Thunderwing family, woke from his floor-spread mattress to quickly wash his face and paws. Goe was a simple wingless drake, normal height and build with greenish-brown scales alike to a mossy tree trunk and small horns jutting from around his leafy frill â€" remarkably unremarkable. His first task was to ready a bath for his Prince Pehnaphitus and since the regal winged dragon liked his water near scalding and the depth enough to submerge his immensity, Goe had to prepare well before the prince roused. Dressed in a robe slotted at the hip and roped at the waist, the earth-colored drake crept into his prince's chambers like he did every morning to ready his outfit for the day (today was fencing in the morning and economic consultation in the afternoon, so a blouse and slacks would suffice) but noticed that his prince already stirred from sleep. To see the royal dragon lifting his muscled upper body from the sheets was surprising, but finding out that Pehnaphitus was sleeping stark naked again just made the servant sigh perturbed.
"Good morning, my prince," Goe stated with a quick bow before closing the distance between him and one of the vast curtained windows. With a flick of his wrist on the tasseled rope, the barely golden sunlight of dawn crawled into the prince's bedroom, though the most noticeable change was the subtle drain of warmth that joined the waning dark air. "Goe, you'd best not open that other curtain," he warned and visibly shivered for an instant before kicking his feet around to stand from his covers.
"Well, milord, if you'd listen to me and wear your sleepi-" he began, turning to face his prince only to find the now naked form inches from his body, staring out unabashed of his nakedness across the shadowed kingdom, hidden figures stirring below on the streets. In the dim morn, the royal dragon could be seen at least a head taller than his servant and thrice the shoulder width, each muscle seemingly worked to bulge into a sculpted shape against his silver-laced crimson scales; his head crowned in an array of impressive horns that curled back from his brow and jowls. The larger drake yawned while stretching his impressive wings, arms and chest, trilling out as Goe attempted to yank the curtain and cover up the prodigious mass situated between the royal thighs. "My prince-!" Goe began. "You can call me ‘Pehn', you know," he interrupted, not noticing his servant's desperation of royal modesty. "-please have a little consideration that your people can see you and your nudity!" he continued, yanking the curtains closed and tying them shut.
The young adult drakes had a brotherly love betwixt them, one that tested Goe's patience multiple times a day. Pehn laughed and trudged back to his bed and flopped on it lazily, yawning out and hooking his fingers behind his head, smacking his lips before speaking out once more, "Is the bath ready?" he asked into the air, knowing his closest friend and servant would hear him.
"It is not, milord; typically you're not awake so early," replied Goe, sighing and turning on the lamps to light up the room, "because you typically stay up so late," he continued, much to Pehn's non-listening. Sitting up in his bed, Pehn quirked a brow as he saw Goe picking out his blouse and slacks; something he's noticed for quite a while now is how often his servant seemed to face away whenever the prince swung his genitals about haphazardly, especially in the mornings or after a rigorous battle training (which he enjoyed fighting nude in). At first, it always seemed Goe was showing modesty towards the prince, until Pehn caught a glimpse of the blush burning through his servant's mossy-colored cheeks. "Goe, come here, please," said the prince simply, laying back on his bed with one leg up and the other beside him, spread to aptly show his meaty length laid across his lap. Goe pretended not to notice his prince's nakedness so readily shown, standing beside the bed, before once more instructed, "Disrobe and lay with me," he said bluntly. The earth-colored drake almost fell over as he could no longer hide his blush, the calm demeanor he often held shattered the instant of his prince's request.
"B-but milord...!" he pled, breathing visibly as he tried to find some reasoning for it all. In that kingdom males outnumber females. During mating seasons, a week-long festival known as a Sowing Carnival has the prime virile males courting the females; children and elders kept/stayed inside during this week. While the dragonesses are kept under secure protection and don't enter estrus except for few times a year, the prime virile males are almost always ready to fornicate; to keep tempers down and blood cooled, males are allowed (and are encouraged to) take each other as lovers. Younger males tend to form groups of playmates, until they grow older to form close-knit cliques known as "Fatherhoods", which focus more on raising their brood in fiscally and spiritually beneficial environments. There are, however, brothels that deal ‘faggots' for those who cannot or will not bond with others; this scenario was what went through Goe's mind when his prince asked for what he did.
"Not buts, unless it's yours in this bed," he smirked, patting the mattress beside him; the prince's crude demeanor was only for those closest to him, to all others he was always of proper manner and speech. Goe felt his loins swell while fiddling with his belt, finally pulling it away with an audible gulp. Once more, the servant looked to his prince, who watched him the entire time; the earthen skin blazed with blush as the robe that flapped at his knees was pulled open and folded neatly. Now, standing before his prince naked and exposed, Goe felt like he did when he first met the prince...
Goe lived in the palace most his life; his father a soldier, and his uncle a loyal servant to the king. When a war with a neighboring nation ended, Goe was without a father, and went to live with his uncle in the palace. Goe was introduced to the king's eldest son, Pehnaphitus, and was soon trained in skills necessary to be a servant. He was just entering puberty, but Pehnaphitus was already showing definite signs of maturity. The first thing Goe noticed about his prince was his powerful musk, despite being a fresh young adult, and it would be a few weeks before he could look Pehnaphitus in the eyes.
Before the wingless drake knew it, his own modest shaft was firm and warm, throbbing gently; Goe was a normal, proportionate size compared with his lithe body, nowhere near as impressive ... or tremendous as Pehn. Bracing both paws he hoisted a knee onto the bed, effectively leaning forward to further climb atop the massive furniture, feeling like a child scaling his father's bed. There lay Pehn, more handsome and beautiful than Goe could remember with his penis firm and full, yet still flopped over his powerfully muscled thigh; the prince's musk was thick in the air and pulling his servant all the closer. "You cannot hide your true feelings for me, Goe," he spoke in that lovely deep tone that made the servant's guts and loins tremble.
"Does...does anyone else know...?" whispered Goe, small paw braced upon the large chest, feeling the natural warmth and firm muscle against his fingertips. He would grip at the chiseled pectoral, amazed how it seemed firm as stone yet just pliable. "No one else knows, my friend, and they don't have to know," he replied, broad paw clutching Goe's back to pull him closer still, their muzzles mere hair's-breadths apart with hot exhalations passing anxious lips. Their maws met and the kiss initiated, Goe climbing atop Pehn and gripping his chest, legs straddling his waist and holding on for dear life as his head was kept locked to his princes by that broad paw. His earth-colored body was set ablaze with passion he never felt before; a secret ambition that stayed hidden within his heart blossomed as he kissed his beloved prince.
The moment lasted forever, or so it seemed, parting only to feel of something hard, hot, and wet rubbing up against Goe's perky bottom. He would gasp shrilly at the sensation of his prince's obvious endowment nudge at his bared rump, and moan at his own excitement pressed to Pehn's chiseled stomach, sliding over the smooth scales slowly. The sound of running water caught his attention, making him jump and almost throw himself back onto the prodigious erection; the prince growled in lust as the foreskin of his shaft was pulled back and a stream of warm pre splashed across his servant's cute seat. Goe shivered in delight, but pulled off before penetration could take place, "The bath!" he shrieked, scrambling from the bed and practically tripping over himself as he dashed to the washing room. Pehn growled once more, his red cheeks redder but fading as he looked to the cold spot on his chest and the empty space his servant once inhabited. Continuing to throb, the crimson prince swung his legs around and treaded over to the washing room, arousal bouncing along against his thighs as he did.
"Goe?" he asked, poking his head into the washroom to find the earth-toned dragon wiping up puddles of water into the large stone basin in the floor, the royal bath. "Just a little bit of overflow, my prince," he assured, his calm demeanor regained, as if they never even kissed. Pehn sighed and entered, penis bouncing along as he walked past Goe and stepped into the water-bulging tub; low, pleasured growls emanated through the air as the prince submerged himself, causing water to spill over the lip as it did before. Goe mopped up his prince's bathwater, looking to the crimson dragon as he submerged himself completely, sighing at the disappointment he felt for himself. His back to the water, hunched over and dragging the rag across the stone floor to clean up the puddles made; with a sudden loud shriek, his face burned bright with embarrassment and pleasure as a hot, long, slick tongue dragging across his bared rump cheek. Broad paws grasped his hips and spread his cheeks to the steam and that monstrous tongue; Goe dropped to his elbows in surprise, looking over his shoulder wearily at the stealthy dragon groping his haunches.
"M-my prince..." he whimpered, tail arched high and curled over his back, knees slipping to open his legs to the crimson dragon. The erection once softened regained hardness, soon throbbing excitedly as the livid tongue neared his needy, sensitive pucker. His mind ran with desires unbecoming of a royal servant, a desire for his godly prince to grab him by the hips and mount him as a dragoness in heat, to be filled and covered with virile seed and aching with sexual exhaustion. Goe whined like one of those faggots at the brothel we Pehn slide his naughty tongue about his tailhole, claws scraping across the stone floor as he begged to have his black cherry popped. "Please, my prince, let me be yours..." he panted, unsure what the words were that came from his mouth, but it felt right.
"You're already mine," replied the prince, pressing his meaty tongue against that hot little taint, paws squeezing and parting the round cheeks in his grasp, eliciting a lustful whine from his aroused servant. Goe's body was paralyzed with exquisite ecstasy, only able to squirm and clench at his prince's attentions; his eyes shut tight and then fluttered as he felt that wondrous tongue slide away from anus, making him whimper with need before feeling it lavish across his scrotum. Pre splashed from his rigid length as his balls were suckled and licked with such care, but his tailhole desired attention, and attention it got from a thick thumb prodding it. Soft suckling sounds were heard as Goe remained as still as possible, not wanting this intimacy to end, his moaning quieted as his hips rolled back and forth. With another sharp yelp of pleasure, lips drooling, he felt Pehn nudge his prostate with the digit inside his virgin hole; he couldn't withstand the flood of ecstasy, his body acting of its own will and his erection bursting with hot loads of cum across the stone. "Pehn!" he cried out with delight, clenching tighter around that thick digit, claws digging into the floor as his tail flayed above, making a puddle of white beneath him.
The steam embraced Goe's heaving frame, his mind cleared of the lust that once engulfed him and allowed him to enjoy the release of his loins. Panting softly, he relaxed on the messy stone floor, his tail flopping across Pehn's shoulder, to which the servant jumped when he remembered the prince's presence. "My prince, I...!" he began, but didn't get very far when Pehn kissed him hotly once more, caressing his side and soon his back, pulling the earthen dragon close to his broad chest. As the kiss finally parted, after what felt an eternity of affectionate tongue-wrestling and lip-suckling, the prince released his devout servant and sat himself back into the still steaming water, smirking to himself. Goe blushed and panted all the while, their mixed saliva dripping from his chin; the full but soft penis on his thigh seemed to twitch with renewed arousal, he scooted closer to his beloved prince, but only got so far as his feet in the water before stopped.
"Ohh...Pehn!" he suddenly gasped, the massive crimson dragon grabbed hold of his modest phallus and slurped it up with a marvelously slick tongue. The mossy drake's balls shivered as they began producing a new orgasm for the prince, pre dribbling from the tip as Goe began to throb once more in his prince's skilled maw, rolling his hips with the slowly bobbing head. He leaned back on his arms and lifted his legs for Pehn, panting and moaning out as any brothel faggot would; his pucker clenched for something to suckle, and appeased it was to find the thick red finger rub and prod against the still tight ring of flesh. Goe's mind swam with images of being his prince's slutty lover, being plowed through the night and servicing him anywhere, anytime; the mossy frame arched as Goe held no indications of pleasure from his lover. He felt that finger rubbing his prostate like before, the meaty tongue wrapped around his girth, his second climax so very close he could almost taste it...
A shiver jolted the mossy one's spine whilst teetered on that exquisite edge of bliss, but as the skilled tongue dragged upwards to the very tip, Goe drew back from the exquisite peak to whine pathetically. Upon opening his eyes he found his handsome prince turning away and grasping the edge of the tub, propping a leg onto the submerged edge; his heart sank, had he done wrong? Then a crimson paw reaching back and grasped that perfectly rounded, muscled rump cheek, tail arching out of the way, Pehn grinning over his broad shoulder and licking his lips; he was presenting his virgin tailhole to his dear servant â€" Goe would have ejaculated immediately at the beautiful sight if he wasn't intent to please his prince. With the willpower and determination, the mossy drake climbed into the still heated water, his flesh submerged and threatening to blow from every other sensation inflicted on it. Falling to his knees, Goe grabbed hold of those wide buttocks, panting and plunging his nose underneath the lifted tail to inhale that powerful musk, his face flushed as he pressed his meager tongue against Pehn's black cherry, lavishing the snug pucker with hungry lust. Encouraged by his prince's subtle yet pleased rumbling, Goe pushed his tongue tip through the untouched anus to lick at the inner part of the ring, finding it marginally bitter yet savory at the same time.
Licking down fervently (his erection harder than it's ever been), Goe shoved his face between the powerfully muscled thighs, knowing they could crush his jaw if given the chance; he still scooped up the hefty scrotum hanging like ripe fruit, cradling them endearingly and licking them lusciously. One orb was enough to handle in his paw, hardly able to hold both, but with a stretch of his jaw and a fierce blush on his cheeks, he popped one into his maw and suckled it like a hatchling at a teat. In his mind, he cursed himself for having only 2 paws and one mouth to please his marvelous prince; to grasp the heavy balls he had to release a muscled bubble-butt cheek, and he couldn't feast on both taint and sack. Reluctantly, Goe unhanded that beautiful ass so that one paw could keep the nutsack to his maw while the other grabbed hold of that monstrous erection. The fleshy and firm rod in his paw made him tremble, feeling so much bigger than it looked; he could only imagine how it might feel with him skewered on it.
"Goe..." groaned Pehn, twisting his torso to look at this beloved servant, catching the attention of the mossy drake, whom poked up from over the wide scarlet rump, "you have pleased me greatly, my friend; I would be greater pleased if you mounted me." Goe's heart skipped a beat at the incredible request, fingers digging into the perfect buttocks; his member pulsed and dared to climax. "My prince...I...I cannot do that...I am but a lowly servant not worthy to clean your feet, yet I'm taken to your body and pleasured beyond anything I could imagine..." Goe looked to Pehn, before sliding close and embracing his midsection from behind, their hips pressed closed; the smaller dragon trilled aloud as his member slide between the muscled rump cheeks, his body alight with ecstasy. Before he knew what he was doing, his hips were gyrating as he humped on the powerful haunches, gasping out lustfully as his last climax finally burst with such viscosity and force, it painted Pehn's impishly flexing buttocks with a layer of milky cream.
Blushing brightly, Goe couldn't bare to thrust or pull back, feeling his cockhead touching to his prince's anus, throbbing to prod it just enough to mess the red dragon's virgin entrance. Pehn trilled aloud at the warmth beneath his tail and the pathetic squirming of Goe as he seemed to fall back into the water from sexual exhaustion. The prince turned around, grand erection sweeping through the steamy bathwater, and scooped his servant from submersion.
"My prince, I'm sorry!" dreaded Goe, bowing in the water as best he could before the crimson dragon, trying not to smack his face on Pehn's erection. "You're now marked with my seed!" he cried, turning away, unable to look upon the prince he degraded. His embarrassment turned to swooning as his prince's arms embraced him, a broad muzzle touching to his cheek, "It's what I wanted, my friend," he rumbled, his raging hardon pressed against Goe's modest back, grinding suggestively at his haunches. He couldn't help but whimper as the images of being his prince's bitch returned, despite his state of waning afterglow; his tail was arched and his paws grabbing the tub's edge before he knew what was happening. The heat against his virgin tailhole gathered and turned gooey, soon becoming hard like a fleshy rock; he couldn't remember when those loving paws left his torso and grabbed his hips, or the exact words he used to beg Pehn to fuck him.
Shooting pain stretched his anus wide around his prince's fat cocktip despite the warmth and slickness of Pehn's pre-ejaculate, but sooner before later the pain cowed to the immense pleasure coursing through his body. His knuckles drained white as his claws dug into the smooth stone of the washroom floor, his heartbeat racing faster than before in his life as he tried to push back onto that impossible large erection, guided along by his lover's strong paws. Goe dared not look back at the enormous wang splitting his black cherry, keeping his eyes shut tight so he could exist only in a dreamlike world of enveloping ecstasy. His testes were presume drained, yet in a glorious finale they burst repeatedly to the lustful plowing of Goe's ass and prostate; in the waning moments of consciousness, the mossy dragon felt the divine eruption of hot semen flood his innards and overflow into the water.
Pehn gasped and growled after the sweet release of pent-up arousal, his member still rigid and throbbing inside the humble servant. He groaned with every inch pulled out, paws rubbing over the limp form while tugging, grunting finally as the plump cocktip sprung loose, trailing a thick string of cum in its wake to splatter across Goe's butt. He wanted to grind those sexy haunches a bit more, but couldn't bring himself to partake of bodily pleasure on the dazed drake; even so, as his member rest against the used rump, thick strands of draconic essence painting the mossy back. With great care, Pehn cradled his contently knocked-up and knocked-out lover from the water after thoroughly washing them both; Goe was set in his quarters upon his bed, face down and tail risen. As the prince had an urn of ointment when he pulled a muscle, he utilized the substance upon the red, puffy anus, working his finger in to make sure it was plenty soothed. With a final act, he set a note near his servant's pillow: ‘Stay in bed.'
There stood the naked prince at his wall-height window, curtain wide open with golden sunlight basking his crimson and silver scales, endowment hanging limp between his thighs once more; from the positioning of the sun, Pehn knew that breakfast was well underway and he was dreadfully late. Sauntering to his wardrobe and the clothes obviously set aside by Goe, the royal dragon pulled on his form-shaping trousers and a broad, elaborate sash that crossed over his chiseled chest, attaching a shoulder-adornment to his left shoulder and a belt buckle sigil right above his groin, elegantly draped down his back and between his legs. As a final touch of both duty and personal preference, Pehn attached to his shoulder adornment his favorite claymore, easily 6x1 feet in size, sheathed in an intricately detailed scabbard that acted as both protection and implement. Though he could've slapped any known enchantment on his blade, the only he permitted was the binding of ownership, so just he could wield his royal sword. With a final glance in his mirror to ensure everything was in place (including an adjustment of his genitals), he turned to face the window, kneeling to the sun and morning sky, kissed his signet ring, and gave thanks (as was custom).
"The day awaits," Pehn sighed, standing and treading towards his bedroom door.