Sepulchrum: Royally Lewd (18+)
Originally Sepulchrum started off as a smutty origin story I wrote for Atlas. Slowly i've developed it into what it has become but I still had the smut. So I figured I'd share how it actually started.
Atlas stood outside the king's palace, harsh sun beating down on his bright red fur that was matted with dirt and sand. His tired paws on the hot limestone. Not wanting to keep the king waiting any longer he took a deep breath and pulled the wooden door open— bits of the oak poking into his right hand. As he started inside he was met by one of the King's men.
"What do you think you're doing here?" the guard asked
"You know exactly why I'm here, now please get out of my way. Wouldn't want to keep the king waiting"
Atlas pushed past the guard and continued walking, he noticed the King's door was open. He walked into the room where the king was sprawled along the bed, his silky smooth black and gray fur sort of shining for the sun's light coming in.
"Took you long enough and not even the decency to wash off first" spoke the king in a rough voice
"You called for me right away, I was working to feed my family. If only you'd prov"
"You know I can not do that, people are already suspicious because of your visits. Imagine if I started giving you special care as well"
"You're right, my King, I want to apologize. Why don't you let me make it up to you" Atlas said with a seductive tone.
Shoving the King down onto the bed, Atlas slowly crept on top of him allowing them to line their muzzles together whilst softly caressing the King's inner thigh. This not being Atlas' and the King's first private meeting, the gangly wolf knew exactly where to put his maw next. While moving his head down the metallic sheen of a gilded buckle caught his eye. Attached was a coarse leather strap bound to a thick and hefty-looking book. Written in golden lace were the same symbols and text Atlas remembered seeing above the door entering the King's room. "What's with the book?" Atlas asked, raising his head.
"Nothing of importance to a measly worker like yourself." the King said, pushing Atlas' head back down as he laid back on his silk bed sheets.
Continuing his descent, now with the king's aid, Atlas lined his muzzle with the king’s crotch, nuzzling it before slowly sliding his left hand under the king. He could feel the silky texture of his elegant tunic. A clear sign of his wealth and stature, but in his way. Using his claws he tore the tunic exposing the king’s bare ass to his furry palms and inserted his index finger playfully inside. It was tight but he knew it could be tighter, and so his middle finger slipped inside as well. All while his right hand was feeling sensually the two great peals of his majesty. Squeezing and squishing to his heart’s fullest content. The king’s neon green dick now fully unsheathed, Atlas could see by his shut eyes and gaping drooling mouth that his king was enjoying himself. He continued with his hands and lowered his muzzle onto the brightly colored scepter. He began to work on the king’s sizable cock with his throat– bobbing up and down as the king squirmed and let out soft muffled moans. His own throbbed and was leaking with pre, but selflessly continued working on the king until he felt the king shoot his seed down his throat. With one last up and down motion he had let the king’s cock fall out of his mouth leaving a string of drool and cum still connecting the two. The king’s eyes opened and his ears perked up as he pushed himself up on his elbows
“Enjoy yourself?” Atlas said with a smirk on his face as he wiped cum off his muzzle
“I always do, that’s why you're my favorite” the king spoke as he crawled closer to Atlas and leaned in for a kiss. As they swapped saliva the king felt Atlas’ hard cock brush his fur. “Oops my bad, Let’s get that fixed for you. Got anything in mind?”
“Oh I’ve got an idea or two, Why don’t you lay down on your stomach for me.”
The king did as Atlas told him to do, Atlas was now looking at the bare backside of the king who had a red spot on his ass in the shape of a heart. Though Atlas was enjoying the view he wasn’t going to waste any time enjoying it first hand. Grabbing some rope off the desk behind him, he grabbed the king’s arms and tied them behind the king's back. Then propped the king’s ass up and separated the heart in two promptly rimming the king’s anus. Unable to hold himself, the king let out a loud moan which only further fueled Atlas’s lust and made him plunge his tongue deeper into the king. Once he thought the king’s rear was properly lubed, he lifted his muzzle away and brought his orange gradient cock close to the king. Slowly sliding it between the king’s cheeks before slipping it in. Pulling the king’s hips closer to his he began thrusting at a rhythmic pace, slow at first and speeding up as time went on. Keeping things fresh Atlas and feeling his climax draw closer, Atlas flipped the king onto his back and shifted him to where the king’s head was hanging off the bed. With a few more pumps into the king Atlas thrusted his knot into the king’s ass and filled it with his thick sticky seed. Simultaneously the king had finished again, shooting cum on his own stomach and sinking into his gray fur. Flopping down Atlas wrapped his arms around the king and laid there.
“Heh might be here awhile” Atlas huffed
“You know I hate when you do that, there’s a higher chance you’ll get us caught”
“Oh hush, you know you love it. If anything is gonna get us caught it’ll be those cute moans of yours”
The king let out a low growl as he made himself comfortable under Atlas. Several Minutes passed but Atlas still couldn’t separate himself and would soon regret knotting the king as the door started to open and through it came the Queen.
The End?