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Being on his knees before the Chief had, in many ways, become something familiar to Kwame - it wasn't a position he had occupied particularly often, and yet it already seemed so natural.

What felt strange was sharing this position with Tandeko, as Ganya's chief attendant settled in beside him with the air of clear practice and experience.

Was it odd to feel a flicker of jealousy? To feel… threatened, even? Tandeko surely had the Chief's favour…

The sudden determination to prove himself felt absurd. This wasn't a competition.

(And besides, he was the one who shared Ganya's bed now!)

A heavy hand settled on the back of his head, and he took that as a gentle but firm signal to lean in and press his parted lips to the side of the thick black shaft. His motions were mirrored nigh instantly by Tandeko, close enough that if they tried, they could probably kiss around the Chief.

The idea hung in his mind despite his attempts to push it out, but he didn't get the opportunity to give in to the impulse if only because Ganya had started to guide Tandeko lower, down the side of his cock so he could begin worshipping that heavy sack.

Kwame started to work his way up towards the tip just before the hand started urging him along as well, a small satisfied groan escaping the Chief above them.

"Good boy," Ganya crooned, satisfaction and affection all but oozing from him. A thrill of pride rushed through the Prince at the praise, as it always did.

By now, Ganya didn't need to encourage him at all before his lips were sliding along his head, tongue playing along the underside to tease at the veins. Where his motions used to be furtive and unsure, he was now confident, almost assertive. He knew what the Chief liked, and that urge to prove it would not be denied.

He could just about feel Tandeko under him, shifting and moving as he tongued at Ganya's balls, and as his muzzle slid further down the Chief's cock, he could gradually feel them both getting closer. By the time his lips were pressed against the root of his cock, Tandeko's nose was just brushing up against his chin.

"Such a good little prince," Ganya crooned, a calloused thumb brushing through his fur and teasing at the shell of his ear, "With such a talented mouth. Don't you think, 'deko?"

Tandeko's response is a muffled noise. It sounds very much like an affirmation, and despite his budding jealousy, Kwame still feels a thrum of pride.

At his master's urging, he began to ease back off of Ganya's cock, popping off entirely despite his own reluctance. He half expected to trade places with Tandeko, but instead he found the svelte hyena was being urged towards him - and before Kwame could register the obvious direction things were going in, Tandeko was kissing him.

Although he had initiated it - or, well, Ganya had technically - Tandeko only made furtive motions with his tongue, clearly waiting for Kwame to take the lead, and the Prince was happy to take those particular reins. He could just taste the lingering flavours of their shared master on Tandeko's tongue, and he plunged deeper in a bid to find and savour each little hint he could find.

That Ganya was clearly enjoying the display, judging from his satisfied little groan, was just an added bonus.

Strong hands guided them both down towards the bedding again, and Kwame soon found himself pinning Tandeko down against the furs. He could feel him grinding up against him, the smaller Hyena's own drooling cock sliding against his own and slowly smearing their mingled precum against each other.

The hands moved down, pausing to squeeze and grope at his rear and drawing another needy whine out of the Prince - one swallowed up by Tandeko as he gently suckled on his tongue - as Ganya positioned then to his liking. Neither of them resisted in the slightest as he pulled and pushed, lifting Kwame's legs and moving them over Tandeko's.

He had no idea what the view was from the Chief's position, but Kwame could imagine it - with Tandeko's legs hooked over his, their cocks pinned against each other, and perhaps most obviously, the way their balls were pressing up against one another, stacked together for easy access.

Fingers squeezed the toned gloves of his rear before spreading them open, and he didn't restrain the low moan that slipped out the moment he felt the Chief's tongue lap at his inviting hole. Softer hands gripped him by the arms, holding him closer as Tandeko's legs entwined with his.

There was no escaping this position, not that he'd ever dream of it. This is where he belonged, now, always and forever.

The rough tongue pushed into him with familiar motions, making him write against Tandeko as he mewled desperately. It wriggled and squirmed, lapping at every little inch it could reach before he felt Ganya withdraw - only to drag his tongue down further, right across their twitching orbs.

It didn't take particularly grand powers of deduction to identify the moment Ganya's tongue was introduced to Tandeko's hole, but rather than let the ember of jealousy burn at him, Kwame opted to focus entirely on grinding his hips against the pinned hyena, choosing to draw pleasure and inspiration from the muffled moans and yips.

He might've been a little engrossed in his new drive, if only because he didn't even notice when Ganya had moved - but he could never ignore the feeling of that heavy cock pressing in against his ring, pushing into him now with almost casual ease.

He moaned, head lifted from Tandeko as his back arched with the carnal pleasure of it all. The Chief didn't waste anymore time before he began to thrust nor did Kwame want him to - he was finally getting what he craved, and it felt so good. He could feel Tandeko's hands roaming across him, even glimpse the soft, adoring and perhaps just slightly jealous look he was giving him, but none of it mattered nearly as much as the feeling of being stretched open around Ganya's cock.

"Good boy," Ganya growled, leaning against his back with an arm wrapped around his shoulders, "You were born to be fucked like this, weren't you?"

"Yesss!" With each slap of their hips, he could feel that heavy, ponderous sack swinging into their own, a potent reminder of his new role in life. His true role. Privilege, wealth, wives - what did any of them compare to this feeling? What joy could they have compared to being fucked?

Strong hands pulled his hips back just enough that when Ganya thrust again, rather than slide up against Tandeko's, his cock instead slid up between the smaller hyena's cheeks. Kwame didn't even consider whether or not this has been Ganya's intentions from the beginning - or even what was coming next - but he yowled in wanton lust when those same strong hands squeezed the base of his cock, pausing in the thrusts juuuust long enough to aim him properly.

It wasn't enough just to fuck Prince Kwame it seemed - Ganya was intent on fucking Tandeko with Prince Kwame. The Prince certainly didn't feel particularly like he was the one with any control over their movements - when Ganya slammed forward, he was pushed into the receptive hyena beneath them, and when he pulled back, a hand urged Kwame's hips with him.

It was a truly unique experience for the Prince. He was no particular stranger to allowing someone else to set the pace, but it had always been from a position of control - his partners submitted and served him, as befitting his position. Now he wasn't just submitting entirely to Ganya (he had already done that in nearly everyway he could think to), but he felt almost as though he were barely a participant.

Almost more like a toy. An object. Used and wielded at Ganya's whims to serve his pleasure.

It was the single most erotic thing he could think of, and the thought alone threatened to make his eyes roll back into his head. It was that same thought that caused him to hold on, however, because he had not been instructed to finish just yet. The desire to please, to satisfy, to serve had become so overpowering in his mind that it was enough to overwhelm even the raw physical hedonism he was experiencing.

Ganya kept fucking the two of them like this for what felt like forever, as was his wont. The frustrations of a day's work now being worked out through his lovers and attendants, and Kwame wondered how common this was before he came along. Half-dreamed images of attendants - Tandeko, or just very similar - on their knees, worshipping and servicing the powerful Chief.

And the only consistent thought was that he should've been there with them.

By now he recognized the signs of his master's climax coming, in the way he began to shift the angle of his thrusts to try and get deeper (as though they weren't already as deep as physically possible), and how his grip tightened.

"Cum for me, little prince!" he snarled, voice heavy with animalistic lust.

Kwame needed no other instruction - he obeyed the command with a wordless yowl of pleasure, squeezing tight around Ganya as he felt Tandeko squeeze around him. He thought the climax he felt from just being fucked was intense as it was - the feeling of a tight hole gripping his cock as another ground inside of him was beyond words.

Every pulse of Ganya's cock was mirrored with his own, each rope of seed filling Tandeko just as he was. Lips brushed against his neck and cheek, pausing to pepper him with kisses far gentler than his thrusts had been as two pairs of hands roamed up and down his body as Kwame mewled weakly.

Tandeko shifted and moved slightly, wriggling a bit out from under him. He could feel the wetness spreading as his seed oozed out from his well fucked hole, but he couldn't bring himself to care even if he wanted to - as long as Ganya was still hilted inside of him, everything could be on fire as far as he was concerned.

By the time Tandeko's still drooling cock was presented to him, Kwame didn't even have to think before he began lapping at it, gently enveloping it in his muzzle so he could swallow it down. This didn't stop Ganya from placing an encouraging hand on his head, but that only spurred him on further.

He was almost disappointed that Tandeko didn't last much longer, but he couldn't blame him for that - and he certainly wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to swallow another load, especially with Ganya's murmured encouragements and praise.

At his urging, Kwame pulled back off of Tandeko, gulping the final drops down as he did - and making a small, near silent, mewl as Ganya's hands urged his hips back up.

Feeling that wondrous, thick shaft slipping out of him was as familiar as it was disappointing, but he was distracted from those thoughts the moment Tandeko pulled him into a soft kiss. A flash of pity ran through him - he'd already swallowed his load, so if he was hoping to share it, he was too late. Tandeko didn't seem to mind though, taking his time to entwine tongues with the Prince and sharing the taste at least.

Another mewl of surprise slipped out of him as a rough tongue once again made itself acquainted with his hole. Despite his position, Ganya showed no reluctance or hesitance as he lapped and suckled, that broad flat tongue scooping out his own seed. If he hadn't already spent himself minutes prior, Kwame felt like he might've finished a second time all over again.

From the way Tandeko shuddered against him shortly after he felt Ganya's tongue retreat from him, he was guessing he was getting the same treatment.

He mewled again when he felt the Chief give both of them one last lap each, making sure he hadn't missed any stray strands before he moved up against Kwame's back, tugging him against his chest with a satisfied rumble.

It was at this point that Kwame would normally close his eyes and slip into slumber, comforted by the powerful arms around him… but Tandeko was still there, right in front of him, and looking a little unsure himself.

"My… Chief?" Tandeko murmured, squirming a little.

"Hm? Ah." Ganya shifted against him a touch, chin lazily resting on Kwame's shoulder. "What do you think, my little prince? Should we have a bedwarmer tonight?"

Me? It felt like it'd been so long since Kwame has to make an actual decision that he floundered for a moment. There was the clear and obvious temptation to keep Ganya for himself, to retain his privileged position as the only one who got to actually sleep with the Chief…

… but it felt pointlessly cruel to deny Tandeko this, after everything they'd already shared, so he simply reached out and pulled the smaller hyena against him.

Ganya let out a faintly amused chuff, sliding an arm underneath the Prince to wrap around him now as his other arm moved to drape over the two of them.

Sleep came easily to Kwame, as it often did as of late - and if it came a little easier this night, then it was just that he felt that bit more cozier nestled between the two of them.