The Alpha's Consort
Story by Erik2000 on SoFurry
My very first erotica! Yes, I can write kinky stuff! But this started as a simple scene drabble on Sunday before it exploded into a full short story and when I was finished I was so pleased with it I just had to upload it for you all! I want to thank Fopfox again for giving this a read over and an edit as aways! Please enjoy and tell me how I did!
“The Alpha's Consort"
A Biography of a Human Short Story.
“Minä hallitsen kohtaloani, mikään peto ei ota sitä minulta. Minä tulen hallitsevaksi ihmiseksi kaikkien yli" - Consort Jao.
Morning. October 16th, 3066 A.A.
Icy blond hair cascading like a shower of gold, eyes of sky blue dancing upon misty clouds, skin like shining ivory and soft like silk. Jao, covered in the resplendent silk sheets of his gold framed bed, roused himself from slumber.
His nature was regal, even in a movement like this. His slender body moved as he folded the sheets covering his nude frame, showing a form completely devoid of all body hair, which the wolves looked upon with abject horror when it came to their human favorites.
Across from the bed of his ornate chamber, illuminated in the light pouring in from the yellow curtained window, the doors swung open and a train of attendants bearing pitchers of orchid scented water, vases of flowers and censers from with sweet perfume wafted out.
Leading this parade of elegance was the imposing castrated bear, Beshir, confident of the Consort. In his burly arms he carried a ruby and diamond encrusted book, the consort's daily schedule.
The large bear and all those behind him bowed lowly as the consort rousted himself up, stretching out his supple and delicate arms as if to praise the morning sun in austere reverence. Now sitting up, he slipped his finely formed feet into a pair of pearl covered slippers, the toe of each topped with a large ocean blue sapphire.
“Good morning, my glorious consort, who's handsomeness blights out the moon and stars, and whose most clever mind makes the planets themselves lose their way!" the bear spoke in a high pitched voice, the hallmark of the Ursine eunuchs.
The Consort stood up, his bare silhouette framing the room as the serving boys came forth from behind Beshir. They surrounded their master like satellites around the sun, dressing him in a light blue morning robe, while another serving boy brought a bowl of scented water for him to wash his hands and followed by another bringing a towel that was warmed with heated stones to reinvigorate his face. While all this was going on, the Consort gave a hand gesture for Beshir to recite the political news of the day.
“The aging Prime Beta has fallen ill again and begs to be relieved of his duty, and the daughters of the Beta Gamma Gernan gave him a gift in the form of a human sapling from some far away island," the Consort, now dressed and seated on a small couch, merely nodded his head to the words of the Ursine, but stopped at the mention of a human child being given to his arch rival. Perhaps he could get to the boy and use him? Jao's mind quickly shelved that idea, it was too late, but it was a good idea though, he thought. And anyway, he had a more detailed plan in the works already.
Coming from the courtyard surrounding Jao's compound and residential hall, came the ever submissive teenage wolfess Concubine Io, who walked across the room and fell on her knees in front of the human, lowering herself down to kiss each sapphire on the toes of the human's slippers before getting up.
“Oh, Consort! You grow more and more radiant with each passing day! I sometimes wonder if the sun will turn black at your sight!" with a smug smirk, Jao closed his eyes, pleased at what he was hearing. He reflected on how one day soon Io will give birth to a male pup for him to foster and when the day comes, to take his place as Supreme Dowager of the Alphate. But first he would have to get Io in Wulffrim's bed.
The consort bid the young wolf sit on the floor beside him like she was his dog and that would not be to far off, for after all she was Jao's bitch in the literal sense.
While this was going on, an older human servant, Jao's hairdresser, tended his master's light golden waves, curling locks with a gilded enamel rod that was heated with charcoal kept in a fabulously molded bronze burner, upon which figures of spirits of beauty and handsomeness danced. The hairdresser also looked out for any strands of graying hair and uprooted any he found without telling his master as not to offend his vanity.
Jao again bid the hulking Beshir continue. So far, the Consort had said not a single word, yet commanded everything in an imperial silence.
“Grand Commander and Beta Zeta Rustem, wishes an audience with your most glorious countenance to discuss his future as Prime Beta. Of course, after a certain obstacle has been removed," Jao looked towards the Ursine and nodded an agreement to the proposal of a meeting with his political ally.
“I will let Beta Zeta Rustem know that you have granted him this honor," the large ursine then walked backwards out of the room, not once turning his back on his master and bowing with each step.
Oh, Beshir, that big loyal bruin. He had been with the Consort ever since Jao arrived in the harem as a young, frightened teen, when the then Grand Marshal of the army, Gernan, gave him as a gift to the Alpha. The bear has been loyal to him ever since, even when it seemed he was going to lose all favor with the Alpha after he got into a fight with Wuffrim's other favorite. It was Beshir alone who stayed by his side, while the rest of his people abandoned him like a foundering ship.
Over time the two would be more than just confidants. Jao still remembered when the Alpha started favoring Wolven females after pressure to sire a son and the anguish he felt, sobbing in his small walled compound in the palace, one of may such compounds organized in grids on both sides east and west of the Alpha's own residence in the center of the whole palace complex.
Jao remembered weeping at the foot of his bed alone, hair in a mess and tearing at his own robes after having to hold harem court with the new favorite. He cursed that he could not bear the Alpha a pup himself and for the first time realized how the Alphas death would make him powerless without a pup of his own.
It was in this moment of hopelessness that Beshir came to him and in the heat of the moment, the large bear pulled the human in a tight embrace and inserted his long ursine tongue into the shocked human's mouth.
“I love you! I have always been in love with you, Akim! Ever since you first arrived!" the ursine called him by his childhood nickname, when he was called Joakim. It seemed like forever since he heard himself called that name. It brought him back in time to the lake-lands, his homeland, playing barefooted, covered with mud on the shores of Lake Saimaa in view of all the lake-land islands as the cold northern air kissed his face. A time when he was just known as Joakim Järvinen, who spent his days climbing the boulders on the lake shores. What ever happened to that innocent boy?
“Do not think about that! Your past is to always be unknown and will be that way until I die!" Jao chided himself in his thoughts, remembering his power is being formless.
Instead of pulling away from the castrated bear, he found it comforting and Jao felt special that his loyal confident had been loving him from afar this whole time. The love Beshir had was truer that the Alpha's fickle favor that swung like a pendulum; but at the same time he truly loved the Alpha and cared for him! Or did he only love his power? If Wuffrim was just a peasant, would he still love him? Jao did not know for sure and turned his thoughts away from such unsettling questions.
The ursine then began removing both his own clothes and that of the Consorts, exposing fur and flesh to the air. The Consort's phallus aroused, lifted upwards while pulling back his foreskin in reaction to the bear's advance on his body, licking his chest with that flexible ursine tongue of his all over his skin as though it was drenched in honey.
The whole time Jao made sure not to let his preceptive gaze turn downward below Beshir's unclothed waist. Jao did not want to see the scarred wound that was no doubt there. Jao was afraid that sight of it would shatter his euphoria, and so kept his eyes steady on the Bear's face.
The bear had a lovey face indeed. The operation that so cruelty stole his masculinity when just a cub, Preserved his youthful features. Still possessing the short downy fur so often seen in young bear cubs and the unbroken voice of one as well.
Beshir then lowered himself to the Consort's nether regions to greet the waiting scepter of ivory flesh, the exposed gland of which pulsed cherry red in eager anticipation as the large ursine began wrapping his tongue around its base, causing Jao to moan out as he grabbed ahold of the frame of his bed in sublime ecstasy.
The bear's tongue coated the member with his saliva, easing the friction as he began moving it upwards, eager to taste the emerged pitted cherry. When Beshir's tongue reached the tip, the pleasure was so much it took the human's breath away, leaving him almost gasping for air.
Never had the consort felt this, for the Alpha always was the one that got pleasure in their union, leaving Jao to finish by himself later. It felt so good to be the one receiving the love for once!
The bear did not stop his assault on his appendage and Jao felt the pressure build up inside his jewels until they could not wait any longer, bursting forth like a volcano of thick milk, and splattered on the bruin's brown furred muzzle. Beshir then licked it up like it was ambrosia, food of the divine.
Jao collapsed on top of his bear's hulking form, completely exhausted from it all. The bear pulled the dainty human into his large arms, holding him tight.
“I love you, my consort…" Jao's normally hard heart melted at the words he heard.
“I love you too, Beshir…"