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“I am so sorry, my dearest Velvet. It pains me to leave you, of course, but I cannot stand idly by. The pookas are not merely your people, but are my very own, just as surely as if they were of Titania. I shall return to you as soon as I discover their whereabouts. Be certain that I shall be thinking of you all the while.”

The conversation replayed endlessly in Cornelius’s head as he wandered into the darkest parts of the Elrit Forest, the parts where the cascades of color in the leaves, mosses, and undergrowth began to feel deadened rather than bright. The onset of autumn brought with it a certain kind of placid death with every fallen leaf, and not a breeze dared to disturb the pall of stillness. The jeweled, azure blade on his back was his sole companion, and he was glad that it was a trusty one. While Cornelius was wary, he was not afraid.

Even before he had been transformed into a pooka, the forest had become like a friend to him, a companion that had secreted him away to rendezvous with his beloved, Princess Velvet, while they met and planned to elope in secret. It seemed so long ago, being human almost seemed like a dream. He had resisted being a pooka for fear that he would lose his crown, his love, and everything else for sake of his new form. But instead he had not lost a single thing, and had gained more than just Velvet’s love: he had gained a crown, and a cause to propel him forward.

His eyes scanned the forest for even the slightest clue, a tuft of fur, a telltale pawprint, the barest hints of a struggle. Each day, more pookas disappeared from the remnants of the kingdom of Valentine, and they hadn’t been seen since. It had been a few weeks, and those that remained were growing worried. There were scant few clues to go on: those who went missing were usually last seen near the forest, and they were all male. Their wives, sisters, and daughters were naturally worried sick, especially since the fewer pookas there were, the fewer that could attempt to gather all the lost coins of Valentine in hopes of breaking their curse

Cornelius couldn’t help but feel for them. Even as only his own steps resounded lightly through the stillness, he kept his resolve strong as he spoke softly to himself. “Just hold on, pookas. Your prince is coming for you. I have vowed not to abandon you,” he said with a nod.

When he brushed his paw through his tuft of bright yellow locks - the only thing that truly remained from his human form - he was used to feeling his big, soft rabbit ears as well, now bursting with fluffy golden fur. He felt confident in himself, even if he was half his previous height, with big footpaws and a pink button nose of a muzzle. Becoming the Pooka Prince, as he was often called, had given him a sense of self he hadn’t truly felt before. But he knew the other pookas didn’t feel that way. They were cursed to be what they were, and not all humans were as accepting of him as Velvet was - and certainly they didn’t have the authority of a crown to make people accept them as Cornelius did. Even clad in soft, blue-gray fur with his creamy underbelly, Cornelius still felt like a knight in shining armor with his burnished steel breastplate, gauntlets, and green hooded cloak resting on the back of his long ears. If he wished for anything, it was that the tailors and smiths could somehow devise a way to garb his lower half. No one had said anything about his bottomless state, and his fluffy fur coat gave him about as much modesty as any other beast, but it wasn’t always as much as he’d like. A part of him was glad that his manhood hadn’t appeared to change too much with his smaller size, but he also knew that his fuzzy coinpurse wasn’t hard to miss when he was facing someone straight-on.

Although, he supposed that was another benefit of going on this quest for the missing pookas. Life in Titania had been a little stifling, to say the least. He felt an anxious energy within him that he couldn’t quite find release for, not when he was surrounded by so many people. But already, as he padded through the dead leaves and over gnarled tree roots, he felt far less pent-up. It was nice to be able to spread his legs without fear of anyone glancing between his legs to see what flopped between them. Cornelius had always been a rather pampered, proper prince, but he had to admit his time as a pooka had hardened him, helped him to appreciate more than fine silks and freshly-drawn baths.

His paw wandered to his groin, and he felt the keen temptation to take a break. Before his change, he would never have even dared to be tempted to do something so crass, but now he sat with the temptation. There was no one around. It had been ages since he’d had a moment to himself from his courtiers or even Princess Velvet.

“Perhaps… A quick wank couldn’t hurt, could it?” he mused aloud. His face felt a little red to even think the words, but the heat came with a sort of thrill, too. He knew it was a low thing to do, far beneath one of his station to tug on his own dick like some kind of base beast, but he found that his need for that sweet release was stronger than he’d ever felt it since returning to his kingdom. He dare not tell Velvet or anyone else about his feelings, but even while he was enshrined as king in the halls of the castle, he found his thoughts turning to his days in the forest, slipping away for the opportunity to pleasure himself. Now this quest had afforded him plenty of time.

He found a suitable tree to rest his back against, sitting with a sigh and spreading his thighs. He looked down at his manhood. The hooded, pink foreskin, devoid of the fur of his new kind, was already beginning to withdraw over his sensitive head. The mixture of sheepishness and excitement welled up within him. He knew that this was most unbecoming of a prince or a king, but he just couldn’t help himself, letting his soft paws trail down slowly toward his groin, where his shaft twitched eagerly in response. He couldn’t even truthfully claim that his urges had been inflamed by his love for Velvet; even when he was stealing away to meet her in the forest, he had never felt his passion for her take such a physical form. And now that he had her back, he knew that his loins did not yearn to thrust themselves into his beautiful lover; they merely yearned. If they yearned for anything beyond the mere spilling of his own seed, he knew not what for.

“Ahh…” he sighed as he gingerly took his shaft into his paw and began to stroke himself, slowly at first, but his trepidation quickly melted away in the heat of his lust. Soon, the stillness of the forest was broken not by his footsteps, but by the soft sound of his paw beating against his fluffy groin. The pleasure was truly exquisite as he stroked his length, sliding the foreskin over his head and pumping his stiffened meat. He doubted a human hand could ever yield such delights. His pooka paw was so soft, seemed so perfect for this sort of lewd activity. It occurred to him that being turned into a beast may be the cause of his baser instincts being so aroused lately, but he couldn’t bear to complain or stop now.

“Ah! Ohhh…!” Cornelius moaned again, looking down at his shaft as he stroked himself faster, feeling the heat and pressure rising, turbulent in contrast with the peaceful, dappled sunlight poking through the leafy boughs of the autumn trees overhead. His hips bucked involuntarily, and he knew that sweet release was quickly approaching.

With a wrenching gasp and a shuddering thrust of his hips, Cornelius hit his climax, his veins flooding with delight as his fuzzy pooka balls fired rope after rope of hot, fresh seed in powerful blasts, arcing across the forest path for several long moments while Cornelius writhed in delight. When it was over, his shaft softened somewhat, oozing the last droplets of his essence, but he felt the relief of satisfaction. At least, his desires were mostly sated. For now.

His chest still panting for breath, Cornelius got to shaky feet, examining the results with a frown. “If only this form were not so messy,” he muttered. He did not have much experience with these things in his previous body, but even a noble prince could awaken with his silken sheets stained with his royal issue. However, Cornelius did not remember his human member producing nearly this much seed when such things occurred, his pooka body seeming to easily yield thrice that of a human, if not more. Still yet, even though he had just reached a noteworthy climax that still tingled in his loins and spine, he could still feel that simmering spark in his loins, his body raring for another wank, should he decide to indulge.

Cornelius was about to turn away from the mess of splattered, milky semen with a bit of disgust when something caught his eye. His own issue was fresh and white, but he caught the gleam of some other fluid further ahead, clear but still thick against the fallen leaves. “My loins may be able marksmen, but even I could not have fired a shot so far,” he mumbled, raising his eyebrow in puzzlement. He crept forward carefully, examining the fluid and finding similar splatters and streaks about the leaves and the trunk of the nearest tree. He was not sure what to make of it until he gave it a ginger sniff, and instantly recognized the pungent, although not wholly unpleasant odor of pooka semen.

He knew his own stuff would soon thin and be clear as this was, and judging by the volume, he was certain that a pooka had made this mess just as he had. He stood, looking off in the direction of the streaks of fluid. The seed had been sitting long enough to clear and thin itself, but was still fresh enough that it had not become dry or crusty. That meant that it was fresh, perhaps not even an hour since the male before him had achieved his own climax.

“This pooka must be close,” Cornelius reasoned. He gave a concerted look at the splatters of cum on the leaves again and nodded before adding, “I pray that this fellow achieved his relief under such pleasant circumstances as my own.” As he resumed his trek through the forest, Cornelius did not want to linger on any alternatives.

It was not long before Cornelius heard the distinct, unstealthy sounds of growls and groans filtering through the branches ahead. Creeping quietly, Cornelius unsheathed his sword, padding carefully toward the source. The sounds grew more distinct as he approached a thicket of trees and shrubs, but he could see the glow and hear the crackle of the fire, along with the distinctive voices of pooka men.

Cornelius poked his muzzle furtively through a break in the branches, pushing aside some of the leaves, trying to mitigate any noise as he took in the sight. He fought to hold in a gasp, his imagination unprepared, unable to conjure anything like what he saw before him.

Cornelius saw several pookas, maybe a dozen or so, their fur of various earthy colors, stripped of their cloaks and any other garments, scattered around a forest clearing with a large, flat stump in the center. Then he realized that some of the pookas still had their hooded cloaks, black with their hoods drawn over their faces as they stood in a circle around the stump. Around them, however, were not pookas, but many of the fearsome bears he had encountered in his trips through the Elrit Forest. Cornelius knew that these were no ordinary bears, as they had deep blue fur and usually carried satchels with which they kept the loot they stole from waylaid travelers. But now their mischievous gazes were dulled, and they huddled around the stump as well in dumb, animalistic awe at the figure at the heart of it all.

Cornelius saw a white pooka, and even though he had the same fluffy body as his own, something about his appearance gave Cornelius a tremor of fear. The color of his fur was a cold, icy white like the snows of the Winterhorn mountain. He had only one good eye, a vicious scar keeping his right closed, while his left was a similarly cold, blood red gazing out at those below him as he stood over them on the stump. He too, like the others, was mostly nude, but he felt no need to obscure his face with a hood, his cloak a silken black on the outside, and a bright crimson on the inside.

But the fearsome white pooka was not what shocked Cornelius most of all. Instead, it was the writhing motion he beheld, the grunting and moaning, the thrusting and squelching. He saw the bears surrendering themselves submissively to the pookas, all of whom were indeed male, while the pookas took their pleasure from them. The hooded ones did so eagerly, thrusting into furred bottoms or eagerly allowing their manhoods to be tended to by the subservient bears. But the naked ones without the hoods - many of which Cornelius recognized from the pooka village - were seemingly more conflicted. Troublingly, he saw some engaging in many of the same acts with the bears, thrusting themselves into open maws or allowing themselves to be stroked, gasping as they reached ecstatic, messy climaxes that arced up overhead, only to splatter back down over the debauchery. Yet he also saw attempts at resistance from the village pookas, shying away even as the bears attempted to pleasure them. With these, he saw the hooded pookas engaging more actively, working with the bears to force the pookas to yield to their own pleasure as they pumped cocks, or even dominated the village pookas themselves, thrusting into their bottoms or forcing their victims on their knees before them while they moaned and shuddered in their own dark ecstasy.

“Oh! Praise be to Lord Lucian!” one of the hooded, cult-like pookas gasped before bucking his hips into the muzzle of a brown-eared village pooka, unloading his copious, gooey seed while his partner simultaneously attempted to push away with his hands on the hooded pooka’s hips even though his voice moaned and his throat guzzled down the sticky essence that drooled from his maw.

“Yes… Give yourselves to my power. Soon, all pookas shall bow before the King of Beasts, the Lord of Lust!” the white pooka said, his voice a cold snarl. At his word, the action seemed to intensify. He raised a paw, presenting a shining silver ring with an onyx stone at the center, the stone glowing a deep red light. Cornelius could see those that were spent regain their stamina, and the orgy continued. He even trembled as he felt his own loins stir, seemingly from the power the mysterious ring held.

“Good heavens…” Cornelius gasped to himself in disbelief. “I have found the missing pookas, but I could not have imagined this! How terrible, to be spellbound so, forced to submit to such a lecherous fiend!” Cornelius had no idea how this Lucian had avoided becoming a goblin with his wicked ways and dark magic, but it didn’t matter. He gripped his blade tightly, already set on defeating him and freeing the captured village pookas being broken into sex slaves before his very eyes.

Cornelius was ready to spring from the thicket and strike before Lucian even knew what hit him. At least, that’s what he would have done, if not for a big blue bear that had managed to sneak up behind him.

One mighty thwack! to the back of Cornelius’s head, and all at once the light was gone, unconscious before his head could even thud against the forest floor.

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The pounding in Cornelius’s head began to fade as the darkness did from his vision, receding toward the edges of his consciousness as the world came into focus. The earthy, faded colors of the forest bled into his sight, and then a white shape at its center. Cornelius blinked a few times, and then Lucian’s grinning face appeared before him.

“Welcome back, Your Highness. Thank you for joining us,” the white pooka said from his position on the stump above Cornelius. Cornelius took in his form now that he was closer, but recoiled slightly, trying not to look at Lucian’s nakedness. When he turned away, he only saw more pookas, naked or garbed only in hooded cloaks, not to mention their enslaved bear servants, all watching him with eager, hungry eyes.

“I don’t recall getting an invitation to whatever it is you’re doing here,” Cornelius quipped back. “But if you’re the one behind the missing pookas, then I suppose I’m here to crash this little event of yours.”

“Oh, don’t you understand, Your Highness? You’re the guest of honor,” Lucian said.

Cornelius grit his teeth and glared up at the white pooka glowering down at him. “I’ll be taking no part in this sinful debauchery,” he declared. Cornelius reached for his jeweled blade, but found his paw only grabbing air. He looked over his shoulder, but realized that his back was bare, as was his shoulder, his chest, and the rest of him. He gasped when he realized that he was left utterly naked. Not that it was too much different from his normal garb, but he still felt the hot flush of embarrassment sting his cheeks at the principle of the matter. “What have you done with my garments!?” he cried, instinctively reaching down to cover his crotch with his fuzzy paws.

“You won’t be needing them for what comes next,” Lucian sneered. “No pooka can resist the power of my Ring of Allure. Its ancient power ensures that all beasts fall under my sway.”

“So that is your sinister ploy? Mind control?” Cornelius replied. “I assure you, my mind will not be so easily broken.”

“We’ll see what your body has to say about that,” Lucian said, holding up his snow-white paw and showing off the bright, heavy gold ring with the blood-red gem at its center. The ring seemed to gleam or even glow crimson in the fading golden light of the forest evening, and Cornelius could feel another surge of warmth pass through his body.

Cornelius feared that he might utterly lose control of himself, or go unconscious again while his body did Lucian’s bidding, but he was surprised to see that nothing of the sort happened. He moved and examined his paws, and found his body obeying him as always. “I retain my faculties…” Cornelius said. Then, he grinned up and pointed at Lucian. “Perhaps your ring is nothing more than a gaudy accessory!”

“Look again,” Lucian said, folding his arms and smirking down at Cornelius.

Cornelius started to see movement around him, and he could almost feel that subtle heat in the very air, as if it was no longer the height of brisk autumn, but a balmy summer’s day. He could see the pookas reacting as well, letting out hot exhales as they reacted to the ring’s effects. The pookas who served Lucian began to shed their cloaks as the others let their paws roam over their bodies, and one by one, Cornelius could see their penises start to twitch and stiffen. From their fluffy bodies, each watched in awe as their nethers quickly grew to a mighty arousal, some unable to resist grasping at themselves or even stroking their lengths. Without the benefit of the cloaks, and with all of them seeming gripped by the same hot lust, it was now impossible for Cornelius to tell which of them were Lucian’s pookas and which of them were the missing men from the village. They were all equal under Lucian’s spell.

With a horrified look on his face, Cornelius turned to glance up at Lucian. Lucian merely nodded down, toward Cornelius’s own crotch. Cornelius followed his gaze, only to gasp himself. There, between his fluffy thighs, his cock stood rock solid, straight up from his golden pubes. His foreskin was starting to slide back, he was so hard, and each throb felt as if it pulsed through his abdomen, a pillar of needy, hot flesh that he couldn’t even begin to satisfy.

“What fiendish black magic is this!?” Cornelius demanded, the burning in his cheeks now overwhelming, not simply because of his great mortification, but also because of the tight, hot pressure he could feel in his balls as well.

“It is my ring, as I said,” Lucian replied. “You’re already under my spell, and I promise that before long, you’ll be enjoying yourself just as much as they are,” he said. The white pooka turned and nodded toward the others surrounding the stump, the pookas already falling into each others’ arms, the men kissing each other and sucking on their tongues, even the bears starting to get involved, their growls mixing with the moans, their paws groping flesh just as eagerly as the pookas. Lucian turned back toward Cornelius and added, “Not bad, but for a prince, I expected better. Although, I suppose not everyone can be hung like me.”

He grinned at his own brag, and Cornelius found his eyes unable to resist the downward pull, toward Lucian’s crotch, where he saw the white pooka’s own manhood, standing stiff and proud. While it was no monster endowment, nothing like a stallion or a dragon perhaps, Cornelius did feel a sting of shame and deep intrigue when he saw the stiff, white shaft and could tell straight away that it was bigger than his own by well over an inch, perhaps two. The long, thick flesh twitched in the open air, and Cornelius fought to process the strange combination of resentment and curiosity that welled up inside of him.

“You blackguard,” Cornelius hissed, but even Lucian could tell that there was too little venom behind the insult. Cornelius’s eyes were drawn elsewhere, to the action unfolding around him. The enticing call of fleshly desires was instinct, and with the ring’s influence, Cornelius was powerless not to stare.

The pooka men around him were escalating things, their moans and kisses raised to the treetops of the clearing like a chorus. He saw two pookas, a smudgy gray one and a brown one, break from their passionate kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their tongues, before the gray one shoved the brown one onto his knees, and he seemed all too eager to submit, eagerly taking the gray one’s manhood into his mouth, licking and slurping along the sides of his throbbing shaft before plunging the head into his maw with a mutual groan of delight. But Cornelius noticed that it seemed somewhat rare for a pooka to service another in this matter, not when the bears seemed so happy to play the role. Nearest either side of him, he saw one blue bear crawl along his hands and knees, only to plunge his big head into the crotch of a plum-colored pooka, bobbing quickly with sloppy drool, eagerly servicing his master. Similarly, another yellow pooka was lying on his back while one bear suckled and bobbed on his shaft, and another’s head ducked beneath the first bear’s snout, lapping and sucking at the pooka’s plump balls. Even more shockingly, Cornelius could see a black pooka with a gray underbelly roll a bear onto its back, the bear’s own stiff cock pointing straight upward, spreading his legs as the pooka descended upon him. Cornelius heard the growl of carnal delight from each as the pooka plunged his stiff cock into the rump of the bear, his hips flexing as he pumped eagerly against the bear beneath him, who let it happen, his body writhing in delight.

Cornelius’s stomach felt sickened at the sight of the orgy developing right before his eyes, but his cock felt delighted, throbbing achingly hard with need, a bead of precum glinting at the tip of his erection. He had been so grossly entranced by the sinful sodomy around him that he hadn’t even yet thought of what he was going to do to get himself out of this mess. Unfortunately, his chance to formulate a plan was quickly running out, as he saw two more bears come out from around the sides of the stump Lucian stood upon, lording over the orgy, the blue beasts fixated on him.

All too late, the urge to fly from this danger surged through Cornelius, and the smudgy gray pooka tried his best to scramble to his footpaws and run. He didn’t know what Lucian had planned for him, but he was certain he didn’t want to find out, no matter how his balls felt about the situation. But before he could even get his feet underneath him, he felt the bears’ heavy paws upon him, pushing him over, toppling him back to the forest floor. He turned his head and saw a dark green pooka getting involved as well, grabbing onto his ankle while the bears held him down and affixing a rope snare around his kicking footpaw. Cornelius gasped when he felt the rope tighten around his ankle, and saw the pooka pull it tight before drawing it back. The rope was quickly lashed to a stake driven into the stump between Lucian’s feet, right below his plump, white balls, and Cornelius was now certainly trapped. Without a blade, severing the rope was impossible, and untying the knot would take far too long. He could only move about five feet from the stump at most, leaving him stuck in the middle of the unfolding orgy.

“Release me, villain!” Cornelius cried, tossing his yellow hair from his face as he again glowered up at Lucian. But Lucian saw fit only to laugh a cruel laugh.

“You won’t be saying that for long,” he sneered. Once again, the two bears that were set on Cornelius advanced upon him.

Cornelius couldn’t help but struggle, but it was no use. The rope was too tight, his ankle too big, the knot too complicated, and the bears were already on either side of him. Their hot breath brushed against his sensitive fur as they gazed down at him longingly, and Cornelius saw not malice in their eyes, but desire; pure, animal lust. It was the same note that he could hear in the moans around him, as the orgy began to descend into base rutting. “Don’t…” Cornelius attempted to protest weakly, but even he was having trouble summoning all of his fear when he could feel his manhood throbbing so hard he could barely think straight.

He saw one blue bear loom over him, his muzzle descending as his eyes closed. Cornelius tried to look away, but soon he felt lips upon his own. It was not at all like a kiss with Velvet; there was no sweetness, only passion, if it could be called that at all. Lips immediately gave way to tongue, the bear teasing out Cornelius’s with more skill than he’d anticipated, and soon the bear was sucking upon it, and shoving his own back into Cornelius’s mouth. “Ggglk-!” Cornelius half-gagged at first at the sudden intrusion, but the wave of heat that flooded his body was no longer one of burning desire and unmet need, but a soothing warmth that thawed the icy grip of raw lust in his body.

The make-out was only the beginning. Cornelius tried to gasp, but found his mouth still smothered by the bear’s tongue, when he felt another paw wrapping around his stiff manhood. An instant wave of pleasure rolled through him as the warm grip began to pump, stroking him and sliding his foreskin around his tip. A part of Cornelius tried to resist, tried to maintain his dignity against the ignominy of this base treatment, but his balls were already clenching with aching need of release. He even found his lips kissing back, sucking on the bear’s tongue in his mouth while his hips bucked involuntarily, his body seemingly moving against his wishes entirely, willing to trade anything for the pleasure it craved.

Only when the bear in his mouth withdrew briefly for breath, Lucian gasped for his own, coughing and spluttering mixed with groans of delight he couldn’t quite keep from his voice. “Ohh, unhand me, vile beasts! How dare you lay paws upon a Prince’s loins!” Despite himself, his precum only oozed thickly out of the head of his cock while the bear’s paw quickened its pace, settling into a steady rhythm, building him toward a swifter climax than his own paw could earlier that afternoon.

Lucian, still crowing overtop him, snickered and remarked, “If I didn’t know any better, Your Highness, I’d think you’d be quite disappointed if they were to stop.” He patted one of the bears on the rump and said, “These beasts are under my spell, charmed to serve all pookas and pleasure their bodies. I suggest you enjoy yourself. I can’t say what would happen to your mind if you were to try to resist.” He chuckled darkly, examining his ring with a curl of his paw and added, “If it were me, I would think I’d go mad from the lust left unsatisfied.”

Cornelius growled, wanting to resist, but when the first bear came back to return to kissing him, Cornelius didn’t struggle, exchanging his tongue with the creature’s while the other stroked his cock harder and faster. He feared that Lucian might be right; even before the spell, letting his loins lie fallow for a couple of days made him feel tight and restless between his hindlegs, and occasionally irritable and distracted with thoughts of soft flesh and sweet climax. But with this power, sinisterly worming its way through his veins like pulsing fire, he already found himself struggling to retain his faculties and control over his actions. It was as if his loins had a mind of his own, as if his brain was now located in his balls, and he was a slave to their whims instead of their master.

“Nnng… Mmmhh…” Cornelius moaned as he felt that paw stroking faster, squeezing his dick just right, pumping his foreskin over his sensitive cockhead, now slick with his precum that seemed to drool from his length in a way it never had before. For a moment, Cornelius couldn’t bring himself to fight that which he had no control over, and he allowed himself to experience the rush of spilling over the edge of his body tightening and clenching in preparation for his release. When it came, he squeezed tight against the arm of the bear holding him down, his hips bucking as ecstasy seized him at last. Blasts of thick, sticky jizz erupted from him in a messy splatter, coating not just his own belly and the paw of the bear pumping him well over the finish line, but all of their chests, faces, and even the base of the stump that Lucian stood upon. Cornelius felt as if his orgasm might never end, as if his balls always had more to pump out, pressurized and satisfying, his voice a long, guttural groan of delight.

When it was over, Cornelius had to catch his breath, his head spinning with the thrill of it, to have cum so much and so hard from a simple handjob. He’d never been touched by another creature like that before, but after he was finding it harder to resist the temptations that sinful lust offered. He knew there were so many more licentious acts to indulge in, and many that would likely yield more powerful delights than that. What was more, where he usually felt his mind clear and his body sated after a simple orgasm, now he felt that his appetite had only grown, his loins still hungry for more and his penis trying to resist softening, eager to continue the feast of the flesh occurring around him.

Lucian was stroking himself lazily now as well, the sight of his white paw on his big manhood, sliding the flesh sumptuously, expertly, drawing Cornelius’s eye while Lucian gazed upon him likewise. “Now do you understand, your highness? With this ring’s power, I can give you so much more than anything before. Why pursue a title, a princess, or even your human form when you can lose yourself within the carnal delights I have to offer?” He bent forward, grinning down at Cornelius cruelly as he murmured, “And the true ecstasy is only just beginning. Wait until I bend you to my will and pleasure - personally.”

Despite the haze of post-climax still lingering in his mind, Cornelius still managed to at least make his mouth protest against Lucian’s influence over him. “You fancy yourself some kind of king, but you are nothing but a pervert! I will free the pookas under your control!” he declared.

But even he could not maintain his conviction for the duration of his sentence. His eyes couldn’t help but glance around at the action unfolding. He was not the only pooka gripped by the throes of orgasm, and he heard gasps of delight and cries of climax as he saw ropes of fresh semen arcing gracefully through the air, blasting onto bodies and faces, hips grinding and thrusting, mouths licking and sucking all around him. Cornelius didn’t know why the pooka men didn’t resist Lucian’s influence. Perhaps it was because he’d had them under his spell for longer? Or perhaps they, like Cornelius, felt that unbearable pull of their loins, the hellish burn in their veins caused by the ring’s gleam, and they didn’t have the strength to deny what felt so deliciously good.

“Relax, Your Highness,” Lucian purred. “Enjoy yourself.”

Before Cornelius could even reply, the bears who had been all over him were making another move. One of them, his face still covered in glinting stripes of Cornelius’s own semen, pushed his face into Cornelius’s crotch, his broad tongue licking and lapping at Cornelius’s member, cleaning it of the spent seed and even slipping the tip beneath his foreskin to draw it back. The pooka prince gasped again, reaching out to grab the bear’s ears with his paws, but he couldn’t manage to push the bear away as he felt that warm, dextrous tongue begin to stroke and slide over his sensitive organ. “Ohh… Oh goodness…” he sighed. So soon after his first orgasm, it all felt nearly like too much, and yet being pushed to the edge once more was its own sort of thrill. There was even something pleasing about seeing the bear’s head in his lap, his tongue and lips playing with his cock, servicing him, working for his pleasure.

The second bear wasn’t about to be passive, either. The first was standing beside Cornelius, but the second moved in front of him, between his thighs, pushing his muzzle between them. Cornelius gasped and sighed again as he felt that bear’s tongue work in tandem with his partner’s, lapping at Cornelius’s fuzzy balls, kissing and suckling on them. Cornelius laid back, spreading his thighs to make room, watching himself be the center of their attention and thoroughly enjoying it. However, he wasn’t prepared for what they really had in store for him.

The first bear opened his maw, and while Cornelius felt a twinge of fear at the white glint of his two fangs, exposed cutely from his muzzle, all he felt was smooth, slick heat as the bear pushed his muzzle down on Cornelius’s cock at last. “Ohhh, yes…!” Cornelius moaned as he saw the bear’s lips descend further along his shaft, taking inch after inch, the beast even growling a little in his throat as his broad, dark nose pushed into the yellow fluff at the base of Cornelius’s dick, encapsulating his member fully within his maw. He began to bob and twist, suckle and slurp, and Cornelius’s head tossed back involuntarily at the overwhelming bliss of it. It was his first blowjob, and the sensation of it was far better than his mind ever could have conjured. Even though he was a prince afforded the height of all luxuries, being serviced so completely, having his cock worshiped and sucked like this, was the very peak of pleasure he’d ever experienced.

And then he was caught off guard once more. The second bear popped his lips off of Cornelius’s balls after they had been given a thorough once-over and left spit-shined, and Cornelius felt that warm, wet nose moving lower and lower, beneath his ballsack, toward…

“Gah!” he jerked as he felt a pair of lips press to his tight butthole, then a broad tongue pressing against it and dragging around his backside. “S-Stop that! Desist immediately! I demand you - you leave my rump alone…!” Cornelius protested, but the more he felt that tongue dragging against him, pressing against his pert little pucker, the more he realized just how very sensitive it was, how each lick and kiss between his cheeks made a warm, tingling bliss shoot up his spine like he’d never felt before. “Ahhh…!” he gasped, his will fading as he watched the bear’s head move between his thighs, making a true feast of Cornelius’s butthole, leaving the prince squirming at every touch he felt.

But the other bear was still active, moving on his cock, sucking him off with more dexterity than he’d expected from a beast. Together, the two bears seemed to fill every inch of Cornelius’s lower body with a delicious pleasure, a writhing mass of tongues and lips over all his most sensitive areas, and with the way he could feel his dick throbbing in the bear’s mouth as he teased him beneath his foreskin, his lips pushing toward toward his pubes, he wagered it wouldn’t be long before he was gripped by an even stronger climax than the first. Even his butthole seemed to throb and clench with the building tide, and Cornelius could only squeeze the ear of the first bear and clench his fist in the grass, holding on for dear life.

Though his pleasure wasn’t merely physical. There was an undeniable satisfaction to the sights around him as Lucian’s orgy was no in full swing. In his previous life, he’d never have allowed himself to think about such lecherous things, or to gaze upon the salacious materials drawn or printed for the lowly common man. He considered himself above the rough farmers, traders, and craftsmen who would buy such books and magazines from seedy bookstores and brothels, stupidly tugging themselves like cattle, base beasts enslaved to their own loins. But having never been exposed before, now each sight was a new thrill, a door of his imagination opened to a vast world of horny possibilities.

He saw two pookas standing before and behind a bear, thrusting away at him in unison, the first shoving his cock down the bear’s throat while the beast twisted and slurped, and the other pumping away beneath the creature’s tail, splitting his rump in two while he slapped his pert balls against that of the bear’s.

He saw two pookas entangled with each other, each of them sucking on the other’s manhood in a tangle of limbs and bobbing heads.

And on his other side, he saw another pooka at the center of attention from multiple bears, licking over every part of him from his footpaws to his armpits, from his cock to his ears as he writhed in delight, cumming with a cry as his seed rained down upon them.

Still yet, another bear was surrounded by a gang of pookas, stroking on two of them while he pleasured a third with his lips, each of them trembling and gasping as he took turns swapping their shafts into his mouth right as each pooka climaxed, filling his maw with their fresh spunk. Even more shockingly, after he had received his third load, his mouth filled with milky white sperm, another bear approached the first and began to kiss him, and Cornelius could see the withheld payload pass between their lips as their tongues moved against each other, spilling out around their kiss as they shared the bitter essence back and forth, the pookas around them already getting behind the bears to claim their backsides in their next act of debauchery.

It was all hedonism like Cornelius had never known, never could have conjured in his darkest nightmares and most depraved fantasies, and the fact that all were male only served to heighten the taboo of it all. His eyes took all of this in within the span of moments, each place they could possibly land was a new act of carnal creativity. The only place that was predictable in a way was the look of Lucian’s big, stiff cock throbbing above him, the manhood of the master, waiting for the right moment to wade into the fray of the peons beneath him. Somehow, the sight of Lucian’s impressive dick was the most salacious of them all, the one that filled Cornelius with a hot, anxious anticipation that he couldn’t contain. A tension filled him as he stared at it, wondering just when he would have to confront that beast at last.

But even in the space of a few moments, the bears servicing him were unrelenting. He felt a tongue eagerly pushing under his tail, not quite forcing entry, but insistent on exploring more, and he felt his butthole start to give, yielding to the invading appendage as his entire core seemed to twist and squirm in bliss from it all. And of course the other bear ceaselessly sucked his cock, taking every last inch he had into his muzzle, his dick coated in thick saliva as he felt the heavenly heat of cheeks and tongue twisting around his length, pleasuring every last sensitive spot he didn’t know his manhood had.

The orgy, the blowjob, the rimming, the sex, Lucian’s huge dick - once again, Cornelius found himself entirely overwhelmed. “Oh…! Oh, gods…!” he gasped. It was all too much, far too much than he’d ever felt before. His entire body was clenching, his whole groin pulsing with the buildup of his imminent release, until all at once, the dueling tongues pushed him over the edge. His hips thrust up into the mouth of the bear with a sudden spasm, grinding his cock into the creature’s maw while the other bear tried to hold his hips still to properly eat his ass out. A tide of cum burst from his shaft, and Cornelius could feel nothing but utter bliss as he could feel the bear’s lips pursed firmly around the fuzzy base of his dick, sucking in time with his pulses, swallowing down every last glob of thick, heavy jizz that he fed the creature. His eyes went hazy, his mind blank, unable to focus on anything but the sheer intensity of the powerful climax gripping his entire body. Again, the orgasm seemed to drag on, as if it might never stop, but every moment longer was another moment of overwhelming ecstasy for the pooka prince. He was worried the bear’s mouth would get too full, but it never did, every last drop of sweet, sticky essence sliding effortlessly down into the bear’s gullet, eager to please his pooka master and submit to his pleasure.

When that orgasm finally began to recede, slowly, still tingling in Cornelius’s loins, he was left breathless, dazed, fighting to regain his senses and control of his limbs. In a way, he was terribly satisfied, the bears filling him with a pleasure like no other. But in another way, now that he had felt it once, he wanted it again. His dick seemed to be of the same mind, fueled by Lucian’s lusty spell, the embers still burning hot in his crotch, only needing a bit more fuel to burst once more into a raging inferno of sinful delights. The orgy itself had already reached its fever pitch, a sustained blaze of moans and grunts and humping and cum, but Cornelius felt somehow that he still had higher to reach.

Of course, Lucian had only been observing thus far. But now that Cornelius had been properly initiated into his cult of lust, it was time to enter the fray. Folding his arms, he spoke at last, his voice a seething command. “Bring the prince to me,” he said. The bears, briefly releasing Cornelius, grabbed him in their paws, pushing him forward until he was clutching the base of the stump, looking up at Lucian. Although Cornelius’s eyes couldn’t stand to look at Lucian’s red glare for long, his gaze darting down to eye level, where he was mere inches away from Lucian’s long, impressive cock. “I think it’s time I received some proper gratitude in exchange for generously inviting you into my harem,” Lucian gloated above him. “And even so, my generosity continues to rain upon you, Prince Cornelius. You will receive the high honor of getting to suck my dick,” he said, the final words coming with a sneering grin.

Yet to Cornelius, it impacted with the weight of a hammer to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He wanted to resist, yet he found it so very difficult to do so - or did he even want to resist at all? Cornelius’s mouth felt dry, his mouth hanging open, parched in want of that succulent cock to suck on, but he croaked out an attempt at defiance. “But… I don’t know how! A prince such as myself would never even dream of–”

Lucian simply grabbed Cornelius’s blonde mane between the ears in one paw and the base of his cock in another and shoved the upper portion of his dick inside Cornelius’s mouth, also stuffing down his cry of surprise at the same time. “Much better,” Lucian purred. “Now get to work.”

“Mmmf–!” Cornelius tried to protest, but his lips were spread wide by Lucian’s girthy dick pushed into the back of his mouth, and he didn’t dare withdraw from it. The flavor on his tongue was light, mere flesh with the barest hints of male musk from Lucian’s heavy balls beneath, and Cornelius was surprised that it wasn’t foul at all, as he had feared. Feeling the meaty appendage, warm against his tongue, throbbing gently, was even pleasant in a way, knowing that he could give this penis the very same pleasure his own loins were still recovering from. But he hadn’t lied – he had no idea what he should even do with Lucian’s penis, even if he wanted to pleasure the white pooka to the very best of his ability. A part of him even ached to do so, but for the moment, he merely sat, passive and dumb, holding the first few inches of Lucian’s cock in his mouth.

Then, Cornelius felt a broad paw on the back of his head. His eyes shifted to see a bear beside him, the very one who had been eating his ass out earlier, making eye contact with him. He saw a sympathetic gleam in the bear’s eyes, and his touch wasn’t forceful at all, just a gentle pressure on the back of his skull, pushing him forward, encouraging him. Cornelius’s head moved forward with the push, and he felt another inch of Lucian’s cock press deeper into his mouth. When the bear relented, his head came back up naturally, until he felt the crown of Lucian’s dickhead against his lips, almost popping out. Then the pressure resumed, pushing him further down. Cornelius at least knew to cover his lips, knowing himself how much a penis did not like to feel teeth scraping against it, but then it was up to the bear to guide him into giving his first blowjob.

Cornelius could feel that his resistance by now was piecemeal. While there was an intense, animal pleasure to being stroked and sucked that his instincts and body couldn’t quite resist, there was something else entirely to being the giver. An orgasm was satisfying for his body, but his spirit yearned to give an orgasm, to be on his knees before his powerful pooka and earn his praise and pleasure. Some part of Cornelius’s mind knew that it was wrong, but another part couldn’t quite articulate why. Was it wrong to enjoy sex? Was it wrong to fornicate with other males? Was it wrong to participate in this debauchery? These questions were far from Cornelius’s mind, as his vision was filled only with Lucian’s crotch, and his mouth with Lucian’s dick.

So Cornelius did his best to pay attention to the bear’s guidance, trusting from experience that the bear knew exactly what he was doing, and could coach Cornelius into giving a similarly satisfying performance. At first, his head was merely moving up and down, back and forth, bobbing on Lucian’s cock. Cornelius did his best to keep his lips pursed and to adjust to the movement of Lucian’s cock down his mouth, hitting the back of it and resisting the urge to gag. Each time, he felt that urge lessen, the push of the bear’s paw making him pick up the pace until Cornelius was sucking Lucian’s dick at a firm, brisk rhythm. The motion was monotonous, but the simple repetition served to help numb Cornelius to the sensations, to adjust to the feeling of a dick in his mouth until he barely noticed it at all, sliding his tongue against it and pursing his lips further down the shaft now that he could pay attention to what the rest of his mouth was doing. Of course, his mind was also freer to wander, and he mostly marveled at the sheer size of Lucian’s cock. It looked big at a glance, but now that he was as up close and personal with it as anyone could be with a man’s dick, the size seemed even more enormous. Cornelius had no idea how he was going to service all of it, knowing for sure the full length would reach well into his neck, but a part of him was thrilled by the very idea, and that motivated him to push harder, to try and fit another inch down into the back of his mouth, wanting to breach the entrance of his throat.

Once the bear was confident that Cornelius had the basics down, his grip on the back of Cornelius’s head grew tighter, his claws digging into his yellow hair. The bear yanked on the back of his skull, using his hair to jerk his head sideways while pushing down. Cornelius gave a muffled grunt of protest as the bear seized more control over him, but he didn’t push away or try to fight it. He gagged when the bear pushed him down further than he’d been before, just a few inches away from Lucian’s crotch, but managed to keep up with the bear pushing him onward. Finally, the bear let him back up, but twisted his head the opposite direction until he was almost at the tip. Then, it was back down, again with the same yank and twist.

Cornelius started to understand what the bear was trying to show him, and he recalled how heavenly it felt on his own cock just a few minutes prior. Soon, the bear didn’t need to push so hard to get Cornelius to replicate the spiraling, twisting motions on Lucian’s cock. All he had to do was twist one way going down and then the other going back up, working the motion into the bobbing of his head. The movement was almost hypnotic, the feeling of Lucian’s cock sliding through his mouth and into his throat nearly a familiar sensation by now. Cornelius was even pleased to see that he was getting results.

“Ooh, not bad, Your Highness,” Lucian purred. It was the first noise that Lucian had made the whole time, the first bit of positive reinforcement Cornelius had received for his blowjob, and it pleased him to be praised. He wanted more, wanted to get better at this, at sucking dick, and at pleasing Lucian.

Soon, the bear’s paw released the back of Cornelius’s head, only for Lucian’s paw to replace itself, tangling in Cornelius’s hair. Lucian took over now, guiding Cornelius, showing him what pleased him, exactly how he wanted his dick sucked.

All the while, Lucian continued to taunt him. “My, my Your Highness, what a natural you are,” he purred, his teasing still laced with clear enjoyment as he exhaled long and hot. “Ahh, I dare say you even look quite cute like this, so eagerly sucking my dick with those soft, pampered lips of yours.” Lucian’s grip in Cornelius’s hair tightened and he grunted, adding, “Nng, I dare say you might make an even better Pooka Princess than our Prince – seeing that you enjoy sucking pooka dick so much!”

“Mmmff…” Cornelius groaned again, finding himself enjoying this, even the insults, far more than he ever could have thought before. A part of him was certain that Lucian’s wicked magic had something to do with this; it was the only explanation he could think of for why his throat seemed to crave for more, why he wanted to shove his muzzle into Lucian’s crotch and suck on the very base of his dick, or why he felt almost desperate to taste Lucian’s cum on his tongue. He felt entirely powerless to resist this magic, the last bit of his resistance starting to fade away, slowly feeling himself succumbing to Lucian’s dark influence.

Lucian could see it happening. He watched with great satisfaction from above, watching the yellow-haired prince bobbing on his dick without needing to be pushed or forced. He moaned, and spoke in satisfied victory, “Ohhh yeah, that’s good, Your Highness. You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”

Cornelius looked up at Lucian with his cock in his mouth, but slowly withdrew, his heart pounding, until he popped off the tip. He couldn’t speak, but he was seized by a moment of self-awareness, realizing just how far he had fallen, and knowing that the last shred of his dignity, his resistance, was hanging by a threat.

Lucian continued to explain. “That pampered, royal life could never give you what I can give you. A princess’s body could never please you in the way that another male could. And you could never submit to a woman in the way that you can to me.” Lucian’s blood-red eyes gleamed as he leaned down further, speaking darkly, and yet intimately to Cornelius, “I know what you want, Your Highness. I can see it plain on your face. I want to give it to you. To share it with you. No more fighting it. No more holding back. Let’s do this, Cornelius.”

Whether it was the ring’s influence or something else, Lucian’s vile words seemed to Cornelius to contain a deep, aching truth that sat in the hollow of his heart with an overwhelming weight, one he could no longer carry. Cornelius shed the last of dignity, the last of his resistance to embrace that truth, giving himself over to Lucian fully, at last.

He plunged forward, grabbing Lucian’s big dick in his paws while he shoved his muzzle into his ballsack, moaning as he began to lick and suckle on the white pooka’s nuts with feverish abandon. Lucian gave a groaning sigh, seeing Cornelius’s will turning at last. “That’s it, Cornelius,” he moaned. “Suck my nuts. Suck my dick. You know you want all of it.”

“Gods…” Cornelius gasped, but it was true. After he had given a thorough spit shine to Lucian’s balls, the other bears who had tended to him now finally joined in, and Cornelius felt himself lost in the wild, raunchy hedonism of the affair. He was just like the other beasts surrounding them in the orgy, lost in lust, moving with abandon as the three tongues slurped and slathered all along Lucian’s mighty length. Cornelius enjoyed feeling his tongue meet with the bears just as much as he enjoyed the taste of Lucian’s cock, and he knew that he deeply enjoyed serving Lucian, no longer being a prince, but being treated like a lowly concubine for the pleasure of a greater male.

“Fuck, yeah…” Lucian moaned back, grinning as he watched the worship of his cock unfold. If the three beasts tending to his dick were happy to submit, then Lucian was happy to dominate them, to fulfill the role they needed of a figure worthy of their worship. The chorus of tongues slipping around him, lips kissing his most sensitive organ was as much a thrill for him as it was for them.

But Cornelius couldn’t keep himself from Lucian for long. With the bear’s lesson, Lucian’s encouragement, and the ring’s magic behind him, he dragged a long lick up Lucian’s shaft while the bears continued to suckle on Lucian’s balls. When Cornelius reached the tip, he opened his mouth and plunged down.

Down, down, down, taking inch after inch. He felt the tip of Lucian’s dick hitting the back of his mouth, but he pushed forward, angling himself for it to slide into the back of his throat, allowing him to continue onward. Cornelius felt that the ring’s magic was aiding him, just as it kept his lust afloat, it ensured that he could complete this act even without the benefit of years of dick-sucking experience. A thrill ran down Cornelius’s spine, his own cock twitching in delight as he saw the last few inches he had to conquer, felt more and more of Lucian’s cock invading his throat, and knowing he could keep going. Pursing his lips around the solid meat in his mouth, Cornelius took the last few down, moaning in his throat when he finally felt his nose make contact with the base of Lucian’s crotch.

“Ahh, gods, yes!” Lucian groaned. While the bears worked at his balls with eager, slurping tongues, Lucian mashed Cornelius’s face firmly into his dick, keeping him buried to the hilt while he relished the feeling of Cornelius’s throat wrapped tightly around his cock. He bucked his hips, grinding Cornelius’s nose into his groin, and Cornelius only groaned back in delight.

But Cornelius wasn’t content to merely reach the base. He began moving just as he was taught, pulling up, twisting, slurping, turning, bobbing, slobbering, and sucking expertly on Lucian’s cock with a delirious horniness that felt as if it had been pent up inside of him all along, finally released. Cornelius’s eyes were lidded in hazy, lusty delight as he relished every bit of Lucian’s cock, loving its big size, its flavor, the sweet stiffness of it in his throat. Now, along with his bear companions, he had only to earn his final reward.

From the sounds of it, it wasn’t far off. “Fuck, that’s it! Just like that, Cornelius! Suck my dick, little princeling! Swallow every last drop of my cum!” Lucian called. His words only made Cornelius suck harder, moaning back in his throat as he twisted and weaved, flicking his tongue when he neared the tip, swirling over Lucian’s retracted foreskin, doing everything he could think of to pleasure his new master. Then, at last, Lucian shoved Cornelius back down to the base and let out a mighty cry of orgasmic delight. “Fuck! Gods, I’m gonna cum…!”

With Cornelius’s mouth back down again, wrapped around the base of Lucian’s dick, the white pooka exploded into the prince’s mouth. Cornelius made a startled noise, feeling the thick fluid hitting the back of his throat, the flavor slowly creeping up the back of his tongue as the solid shaft throbbed in his lips, his balls beneath clenching as the bears serviced them, teasing out every last drop of pleasure and cum they could from Lucian’s climax. The taste was stronger than Cornelius anticipated, brackish, heavy, but with a cool finish that was unlike anything he could have guessed. But he felt it wasn’t unpleasant, and there was a deeply satisfying element to it. He let it pool in his mouth and throat as best he could, savoring the sticky wad of Lucian’s essence as the white pooka writhed and shuddered above him before finally, deliciously swallowing it all down into his gullet. “Mmmnnngg…” Cornelius groaned again, feeling the last few ropes fire down his throat and into his belly. Swallowing Lucian’s cum was just as satisfying, if not moreso, than having his own orgasm.

Lucian finally pushed them all away, and Cornelius gasped as he got his first breath of full air in a while. Cornelius wiped his mouth of what sticky residue remained, but he could only look up at Lucian. Just like himself, he could see that the climax had not fully satisfied Lucian, it had only pleased him, and set the stage for an even greater act of debauchery to occur. Lucian looked pent-up, almost angry, and his shining, wet cock was still stiff as could be, standing big and proud and needy before him. Cornelius could only wait to see what Lucian would do next, how else he could serve the mighty beast above him.

With a bellow, Lucian discarded his black cloak and grabbed Cornelius’s shoulders, shoving him down, throwing him to the ground. Cornelius struggled, managing to get to all fours, but Lucian was upon him, behind him, pouncing on him like a beast. Cornelius gasped when he felt Lucian’s paw grip the back of his head again by the hair, and his other pressing a digit into his puckered asshole beneath his stubby tail.

“Such a cute little ass you’ve got, little princeling,” Lucian teased again, drawing slow but firm circles around Cornelius’s butthole. “You’re a virgin, yes? Especially here?”

Cornelius exhaled with some surprise at the sudden aggression in the way Lucian was treating him and speaking to him, where he’d been happy to be passive and lording above them the entire time of the orgy until now. “Aye…” Cornelius gave his soft, yet still clearly eager reply. Around him, Cornelius could see all kinds of pookas and bears taking dicks up their own asses, and he couldn’t deny that the sight didn’t thrill him and make his own body ache for such treatment.

“Hmph,” Lucian grunted with a grin. “Well then, you’re in for a real treat. I guess I’ll get to do the honors today instead of Princess Velvet.” Lucian gave Cornelius’s butt a firm pat before crouching down behind Cornelius. Then, Cornelius felt Lucian’s tongue assaulting his butthole, hard and aggressive, not at all like the bears.

“Oh! What are you doing?” Cornelius asked. “Should it be I who services you?” he groaned as that tongue prodded his entrance.

Lucian withdrew only to answer. “Don’t kid yourself, princeling. This isn’t for you. This is to get you ready for me. Now hold still, obey and serve,” he commanded.

Again, Cornelius felt utterly powerless to resist, the order alone sending tingles of heat up his spine. “Ah! Yes, of course…!” he answered. Cornelius could only bite his lip as he felt that tongue assaulting his butthole, but he could tell that it was certainly different in character from the bear who had tongued him earlier. Lucian was indeed not doing this for Lucian’s pleasure, his pointed tongue pressing deeply into Cornelius’s hole, spreading him, coating him with thick saliva, preparing him for what was to come. All the same, it made Cornelius’s cock twitch and throb beneath him, oozing more precum. For a while now, he’d been serving Lucian, his own member untouched, and the buildup of need within him was becoming palpable.

Finally, he felt Lucian give his butt one final lick before Lucian stood over him, wiping his own muzzle. “Alright, little prince. Time for your wedding night,” Lucian chuckled.

He grabbed Cornelius by the haunches, his rough grip leaving Cornelius feeling very much like one of the royal mares about to be rutted by his father’s prized stud, a feeling that thrilled him to his core. When he felt that stiff, round, oozing tip of Lucian’s cock against his pucker, he pushed back with an instinctive, needy whine that only made Lucian laugh again.

But finally, without warning or ceremony, Lucian tugged back on Cornelius’s hips as he bucked forward, plunging his cock into Cornelius’s asshole and splitting him wide.

“Oh, gods…!” Cornelius gasped, his eyes going wide as he was invaded in a way far more personal and intimate than he thought possible. “It’s so big…!” he cried out involuntarily. Indeed, he didn’t expect the size of Lucian’s cock to feel like it was lodged in his throat, plunging to his very core. But when Lucian started to buck forward, Cornelius whimpered as he realized there was still more to go. He felt his asshole stretch wider, his body accepting the white pooka’s dick deeper and deeper, until his hips were met with a satisfying clap, and he felt Lucian’s balls smack lightly against his own, but still enough to startle him. “Ohhh, fuck…!” Cornelius cursed, feeling the heat of Lucian’s crotch pressed right to the hilt inside of him, that big, hard cock lodged so very deep inside of him.

“Try to keep up,” Lucian said. Wasting no time, he pulled back and started to fuck Cornelius properly. At first, his thrusts were aided by his layer of spit coating Cornelius’s asshole, but soon his copious precum started to ooze and help. Lucian withdrew to nearly his tip, stroking his cock to squeeze out a heavy dollop of it before plunging back inside, earning another yelp into a groan from Cornelius. With each thrust, their bodies smacked together, the impact rippling through Cornelius’s body, and that cock nailing Cornelius in spots he didn’t know existed. Once he had worked up to a proper, hard pace, Lucian gave Cornelius’s ass a spank and purred, “Enjoying my dick, little prince?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, gods, yes!” Cornelius gasped, turning his head to watch Lucian bend him over and plow into him with a firm, dominating control. “Fuck me! Fuck me like a filthy beast!” he begged, his princely dignity completely destroyed, fully embracing, relishing, absolutely loving the feeling of getting his brains screwed out by Lucian’s big cock. Each thrust he could feel the long shaft stabbing into a fiery sweet spot that made his vision explode into sparks, threatening a hellish pleasure that left Cornelius wild and delirious with raw, horny need.

“That’s it,” Lucian encouraged him, rewarding him with another spank as he drove his meat harder into Cornelius’s tight little asshole. “Let me hear you beg for it. This is what you want. This is what you need!”

“Yes, yes!” Cornelius cried. “I love it, Lucian! I love your dick! Ohh, it’s so huge!” he moaned, his eyes reeling, his vision hazy and his knees trembling. “Give me every last inch of that big, fat pooka dick!”

“Don’t be so selfish, little prince,” Lucian chided him with another spank, and another yelp of delight from Cornelius. The bears he had been tangled with all this time were still present, and now with Lucian’s will, they approached.

One bear stood up on its hindlegs, and simply presented Cornelius with his twitching, blue erection. Cornelius accepted eagerly, opening his mouth without hesitation and shoving the mouthful of bear dick into his cheeks, quickly bobbing and sucking and twisting as he had learned. The bear gripped Cornelius’s head with his paw to steady him, but Cornelius’s rhythm was set by Lucian pounding into him from behind, hard and fast, shoving him into the bear’s crotch while Cornelius’s paws gripped the disturbed dirt for all the balance he could muster. He moaned on the bear’s shaft, its smaller size making it much more manageable, and allowing him a lot more room to twist and turn and suckle all over it. Even if it wasn’t Lucian’s, Cornelius still felt a deep satisfaction that came from feeling the bear’s dick twitch against his lips and swiping tongue, and hearing the rough grunts of pleasure above him. Although nothing could feel sweeter than the stretch in his asshole as Lucian railed him like a machine.

Although one other bear was still left to get involved. Ever-submissive, the bear crawled along Cornelius’s side, approaching his lower half. Cornelius wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, when he suddenly gripped Cornelius’s ankle in his paws and lifted up, tilting his whole body sideways and holding him aloft. His raised hindleg exposed Cornelius’s own yellow-tufted erection, stiff and throbbing beneath him, oozing precum with his unmet need. Still suckling on the bear in front of him, Cornelius let out a shuddering moan when he felt the other bear’s muzzle envelop his own cock and start to suck him off again, twisting and slurping just as he was on his ursine companion. While Cornelius felt that Lucian could probably drive him to orgasm on his own, now he felt himself rapidly approaching the grand finale with the dual stimulation of getting his cock sucked and his asshole fucked hard simultaneously.

But his new lopsided position, with his left leg and paw still on the ground while his right side was now held up by the bear left his right paw dangling free, and Cornelius quickly spotted its new target. The bear sucking him off was splayed out before him, his thighs spread, and his own little bear cock stiff and in need of release. So while he continued to suck off the first, he reached out and started to pump and stroke the other, feeling it throb in his paw and ooze precum in his grip, slickening his strokes and he slid the bear’s foreskin up and down in a quick motion.

And suddenly, Cornelius found himself at the center of pleasing three cocks at once. The white-hot thrill of it all burned to his core, and he could feel his own balls tightening with building pressure, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had earned the release of all three males around him. He craved it, wanting nothing but their pleasure, loving this new role that he found himself in. He loved stroking cock, he loved sucking cock, and he loved getting pounded by Lucian’s cock most of all.

“Look at you, Cornelius,” Lucian growled. “Such a good little tramp… Gods, it’s going to feel so good to cum inside your royal ass.” Again, he punctuated his remark with a sharp spank, harder and louder than all the rest as he picked up the pace, fucking Cornelius’s butthole as hard as he could.

“Mmmf! Mmmnnggg…!” Cornelius’s muffled moan back was one of pure encouragement. He could tell that Lucian was getting close, could feel and taste the bear’s twitching and getting closer themselves, and he knew that his own orgasm was only moments away with the bear’s lips and tongue swiveling and slurping along his own shaft. So Cornelius did his best to get them to that final promised climax, the one building that he knew would be the ultimate pinnacle of sinful bliss. Cornelius worked in rhythm with Lucian’s driving thrusts, pumping and twisting his paw on the bear’s cock as he slobbered and sucked on the other’s cock, shoving his face to the hilt and dragging his tongue around the length while he threw his hips back, impaling his tight, hot butthole on Lucian’s big, thick, throbbing pole.

The bear’s grunts became a chorus of strained growls, mixing with Lucian’s own. “Yes…! Yes…! Take it, you pooka harlot!” Lucian roared. He didn’t hold back anymore, sweat dripping down his white fur as he fucked Cornelius as hard as he could, his hips and nuts slamming into Cornelius’s with sharp claps, driving his cock right into Cornelius’s prostate while the gray and yellow pooka writhed and moaned beneath him.

Then, all at once, they came, and Cornelius was in utter heaven. Sweet, sticky cum flooded his mouth from the first bear’s release, oozing onto his tongue and sliding down his gullet in big, gulping mouthfuls. Meanwhile, the other bear’s cock fired jets of steaming cream onto his face, decorating his muzzle, eyes, forehead, and hair with white stripes that only made him look messier, sluttier, perfectly complementing his expression of hazy, horny delight. Cornelius’s own body shuddered, fighting for balance as he bucked his hips into the bear’s mouth, his balls clenching as he unloaded his own messy climax into the bear’s maw once again, copious and unrelenting. But Cornelius’s finish was only so big because he had the unparalleled apex of sexual delights behind him, Lucian’s big, meaty dick impaling him balls-deep and stuffing him full with his hot, thick jizz. Cornelius could feel it filling him, that massive cock driven right into his prostate as Lucian ground it into his deepest sweet spot, his insides feeling nearly swollen with Lucian’s oozing, warm cum pooling inside of him, filling every bit of his body until he felt as if he could nearly burst. Cornelius couldn’t think straight, couldn’t see straight with the stars exploding in his vision. All he could taste, touch, and feel in and around him was sweet, sticky, fresh cum. That, and Lucian’s big, hard dick still buried in his asshole.

As Cornelius’s vision started to clear, still fuzzy, the others were coming down from their own climaxes. A beat passed, the males weary and spent, but still standing. Only for a moment; they then collapsed, Lucian falling from his stump and landing on top of Cornelius, who pitched over onto his side and caught Cornelius against his body, while the bears spilled out beside them.

Around Cornelius, he could see the others had either hit their limits similarly, or had been spent for a while now, the orgy over, every man and beast catching his breath, only a few lazily stroking their softening, oozing shafts to coax the last droplets of pleasure out of their loins. Cornelius couldn’t deny the buzzing delight he still felt lingering inside of him, his body very spent, but very happy.

Part of that happiness was feeling Lucian beside him, in a similar state, his white chest rising and falling for air. The scarred pooka turned his head to look at Cornelius, unable to keep the goofy grin of any male after orgasm from his otherwise serious face. “So, Your Highness… I take it you’ve come to see the merits of my little group here?”

“You mean your cult?” Cornelius asked. It seemed that with Lucian’s lust reaching its limit, Cornelius found his own mind clearer as well.

“If you’d like to call it that,” Lucian said, looking up at the trees above, his lips still curled into a grin. “There certainly is an appeal to it, isn’t there? Having my cock worshiped like it were a god.”

Cornelius’s own paw stroked his own dick languidly, working out the last of his orgasm that oozed onto the grass, but as it did, his mind started to connect the dots. “What I don’t understand is,” he began, speaking in between heavy breaths, “I thought that pookas who were evil turned into goblins.”

“Is that so?” Lucian replied coyly, stretching his arms back behind his head.

Cornelius propped himself up on his elbow beside Lucian to look at him. “Yes! I have seen them myself. And I would certainly think that controlling the minds of other, innocent pooka men would be one of the more fiendish things I have witnessed in my life!”

Lucian simply cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you think the Ring of Allure does?” he asked.

Cornelius looked upon him dumbfounded. “...Is it not?”

Lucian laughed again, a fuller laugh than he’d given this entire time, clutching his stomach with a paw. “Oh, little prince…” he said. He turned, seeing Cornelius looking dazed, confused, and very spent. “Why don’t you rest? We can have some more fun with the ring when you awaken.”

Cornelius knew that a part of him should still be thinking about his duty, his title, his position. But as he looked around at the other pookas around him, recovering, but their eyes still lucid yet eager for another round, he realized that perhaps Lucian’s suggestion wasn’t so bad after all. There was a lot to think about, but Velvet and his throne and everything else could wait.

“That… sounds nice…” Cornelius agreed with a nod, his eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy.

He laid his head back down, Lucian’s paw wrapping around his body to grope his butt possessively. The last thing he saw was the red glint of Lucian’s ring in his fading vision. When he awoke, he knew he’d be ready for more, ready to explore Lucian’s wild, horny desires with the ring’s aid, and ready to explore this new side of himself as well. Yes, as he drifted off, he wished to dream only of cocks and cum, of horny males and what new carnal delights awaited him, serving as Lucian’s personal concubine, the pooka prince no longer.