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Akenhet rested his chin on top of his paw, lazily leaning against the handrest of his golden throne. The royal headdress felt heavy and uncomfortable on his head, as he watched the large group of exotic animals flooding into his throneroom in a painstakingly choreographed fashion. Four female cheetahs, all topless and slim as acrobats, performed flamboyant flips and cartwheels along the wide, red carpet that stretched out from the foot of Akenhet’s throne to the entrance. Each of the spotted felines was waving around a long, fluttery strip of red cloth to add some flair to their performance. In the cheetahs’ wake walked two, nearly seven-feet-tall zebras, each carrying a golden salver with at least a dozen gold bars stacked on top. The towering males wore nothing but a narrow, golden loincloth, one that was extremely inadequate at hiding their big, dark sheaths or jet-black stud testicles. Each of the two males’ scrotum was pierced with three golden rings to add further impact to their already sizable genitals. The sight naturally spawned some curious murmuring around the court, both males and females alike taking hungry glances at the striped servants’ packages; Akenhet included. The tall equines were followed by about two dozen lions, half of them male, half of them female. The males had half of their manes shaved, with the remaining hair braided into dreadlocks, each bound with colorful strings that reflected their military rank. All the males wielded a spear and had pauldrons crafted from silver and dark leather decorating their right shoulders, along with a lightweight leather tasset studded with platinum. The female lions each carried a halberd and wore decorative chestplates made out of gold. Their rank was displayed by the number of piercings they had, each of their faces decorated with at least two or three golden rings. The one marching at the front had a total of thirteen rings, six on each of her ears and one on her nose. The cheetah dancers bowed at the young Anubian jackal wearing the royal headdress, kneeling on the sides of the carpet, allowing the two zebras to present the pharaoh with the gifts at the foot of his throne. The four rows of lions stopped to salute Akenhet as well, stepping off the carpet in perfect sync, swinging their heads towards the entrance where more animals poured in. Around forty male antelopes, all castrated by the looks of it, strut their way into the throne room, all of them carrying a salver filled with jewels, myrrh, and expensive cloth, each individually presenting their gift to Akenhet, who displayed minimal interest in all the riches getting carried to him. The antelopes then made way for two female elephants, their large ears jovially flapping about as they danced their way inside with unexpected grace from such big animals. The nearly nine-foot-tall mammals were extremely curvy, their pleasantly bouncing breasts and rhythmically swaying hips covered in pink see-through cloth, sure to catch anyone’s attention with how little they covered. Both of the big females had their intimidating tusks decorated with gold and gems, the same going for their mischievously slithering trunks, adorned with piercings and colorful tattoos. They were definitely a sight for the sore eyes of any male. Alas, Akenhet remained unimpressed. He was already gazing past the voluptuous pair of elephants at the striped male entering the throne room. The culprit for all this excessive luxury. Emir Rekk walked down the carpet lined with his servants with long, confident steps, greeting the Pharaoh’s court by spreading his muscular arms and flashing his famously playful, toothy smile at everyone present. It was impossible not to notice the pair of golden fangs decorating his dentures. The male tiger was well built and never missed a chance to show off his strong body, being known to make all of his royal visits without covering his torso in any way. The naturally boastful feline had a pair of golden bracelets decorating his wrists and a similarly styled large collar of solid gold around his neck. And just like always, the modest crown on his head was tilted to the left, looking like it was only a light breeze away from slipping off the big feline’s gorgeously amber fur. Everything about the luxury-loving feline was eye-catching. He knew it and enjoyed it to its fullest extent. The narrow, scarlet cape flowed magnificently in the tiger’s wake as he stomped his way in front of Akenhet, exchanging looks with the younger monarch as soon as he brought his big paws to a halt. It was now time for Akenhet’s favorite part of the visit, purely because it was certainly the least favorite part for the cocky Emir. Whilst in the golden city, every foreign delegate had to bow their head to the Pharaoh, who was the representative of the gods within his kingdom. The rule was absolute, especially if one desired to maintain healthy relations with the kingdom that controlled the great river. Or in more severe cases, maintain their head. The sides of Akenhet’s mouth were drawn upwards by amusement as he stared at the intimidating tiger, who deliberately took his time before bowing his head, purely to rile up the young jackal and assert his dominance in the court. “The Gold Fang of the twin oases greets the honorable son of Ammon, the inheritor of the mighty Anubis’ blood!” Rekk announced loudly and with boisterous gestures, making sure that the greeting was more about him than who he was greeting. The only thing the striped cat loved more than attention was extravagant entrances, a craft that he had honed to perfection. “How jarring…” Akenhet thought to himself, straightening out his back to sit in a more dignified manner on his throne. “My Pharaoh, please accept these humble gifts from your loyal servant.” Rekk smiled, gesturing at all of the goods his servants had carried into the throne room. “The son of Ammon thanks you for your gifts, Emir!” Akenhet spoke, conjuring up a surprisingly mature tone for a male of his age. “I shall repay you with forty barrels of the finest wine from last year’s harvest once you depart. Just say the word, and I’ll have them delivered to your caravan.” “I’m deeply honored! My humble thanks!” Rekk lowered his head again, but not enough for a full bow. “Servants! Bring the Emir a seat! And some wine! If there’s a jug of wine with its seal still intact left in the kitchen after tonight, then I have failed as a host! May no guest of mine leave thirsty!” Akenhet barked and clapped his dark paws together. In the blink of an eye, the entire throne room was teeming with servants, large-eared fennecs carrying jugs of wine across the floor, burly water buffaloes setting down long tables all over the throne room. Two serpent guards brought a seat next to Akenhet’s throne. The large chair was made out of polished ebony and had cushions made out of leopard skin. A luxurious enough seat for a royal, but modest enough to be left in the shadow of the Pharaoh’s throne. “Please have a seat!” Akenhet smiled dryly, nodding towards the ebony chair next to him. The smile the jackal got in return from his fellow monarch was as charming as it was disingenuous. Rekk once again pretended to bow before seating himself next to the young pharaoh. He didn’t hesitate getting comfortable in the provided seating, leaning his elbow onto the armrest and lifting his left ankle on top of his right knee, lounging on the expensive chair as he would have on his own, cushy throne. He cast a brief glance towards his subordinates, lazily waving a hand towards them, signaling for them to relax and mingle with their fellows from Akenhet’s court. “Ahhh~ It is good to be back in the golden city!” Rekk chuckled, inhaling the air into his nostrils with exaggeration. “The last time I visited, you were just a boy. And please do not interpret my words as something spoken in slander, but I still very much see that same boy in you, your highness.” Akenhet did not dignify the tiger’s obvious taunt with a glance, instead observing the servants who were slowly starting to feast on the food being brought in by the fennecs. “You resemble your parents a great deal. You have the wise, dignified eyes of your father and the distractingly elegant visage of your mother. May both of them prosper on the shores of beyond.” Rekk spoke again, allowing his thick accent to corrupt his pronunciation. Akenhet sighed, giving a lethargic side-eye glance to the tiger, who was acting aloof, admiring the interior of the throne room. He knew what game the feline was playing. An ambitious male like Rekk rarely made leisure visits anywhere, being very fond of his home oasis and the luxurious palace he’d built there. His suave words all but confirmed his intentions. He was out to get something from the young jackal, whom he clearly saw as his inferior, or at the very least someone he could use for his own gain. “I’ve heard you commanded the flood of the great river… And the river obeyed. I take it you’re expecting a bountiful harvest then?” Akenhet scoffed, taking a sip of wine from a chalice brought to him by a servant. As the delicate impala retreated, the jackal raised his hand to signal a coyote servant to bring the Emir a drink as well. “Haaa~ My dear Rekk… I care for your flattery as much as I care about the buzzing of flies in my ears. And to be honest, I am not very fond of the way you appear to disregard the passage of time between your last visit and this one. This headdress fits me just as well as it did my father, so I would appreciate it if you attributed to me the respect and intelligence it entails for its wearer.” A big, toothy grin spread onto Rekk’s muzzle. He took a sip from his chalice before answering. “I see you take after your father in more than just your eyes. He didn’t tolerate camel dung in the streets of his city, nor in the words of those addressing him. This poor Emir humbly apologizes to the noble pharaoh. I hope the current will sweep this unfortunate exchange downstream, where it may never be remembered again.” There was a small pause, during which the two royals silently measured each other. Eventually, Akenhet sighed but kept his onyx muzzle pointing forward. “You may state your business. My ear is yours.” Rekk enjoyed himself a good mouthful of wine, signaling a nearby servant to fill up his chalice as he swallowed the grape beverage. “I have a certain proposition for you. Something that you will most likely refuse, but which I know can benefit us both… However… I don’t wish to tell it to you just yet.” “How come?” “My friend! Why should we sour the wine of such a great, budding feast with a bitter discussion about politics? I say we enjoy ourselves first, and I’ll present you with what I have… Tomorrow. In private, preferably.” “Hmmm… While I agree that important decisions should be made with a sober mind, I have a hunch that you will spend the remaining hours of today trying to entice me so that when tomorrow arrives, I will be more inclined to answer positively to your proposition.” Akenhet replied, eliciting a loud, hearty laugh from the older tiger, which caught the attention of a few nearby servants. “It seems there’s nothing that escapes your perception, mighty Akenhet. Not that I was planning on masking my intentions behind a veil of deception, regardless. I am not a subtle male. Never have been. And neither are the methods by which I intend to persuade you to consider my proposal.” Rekk smirked, lifting his arm and waving his paw at one of his lion attendants, who bowed his head and hurried towards the throne room entrance. “While I remain skeptical about the contents of your proposition, Emir, I find myself greatly intrigued by what sort of methods you have in store. I hope excessive, empty flattery wasn’t the only thing in your repertoire.” “I can assure you, it was not.” Rekk smiled, glancing towards the entrance from where his attendant was already hurrying back. “I have something more… Devastating in mind. Something sure to please your highness. Ah~ And it appears that my next bargaining chip is ready to be presented… I hope you enjoy.” Rekk promptly lowered the chalice from his left paw and rose onto his feet. Akenhet instinctively turned his attention to the luxurious red carpet connecting his throne to the magnificent archway, which served as the entrance to the vast chamber. New characters were walking on the expensive red fabric. There were five of them, but the one that caught the pharaoh’s eye the most was the character cloaked in a white silk robe, whom the other four were evidently escorting. The character in white was tall and notably rubenesque. The loose robe had no shortage of ample curves to cascade over, forming a ghostly silhouette of large breasts, a round gut, wide hips, and plump thighs on its surface as the person walked on the carpet, their voluptuous form jiggling mightily with every step. The long hood wrapped around their muzzle shrouded their identity in mystery. Akenhet was intrigued, but not impressed. He could find similarly built females, albeit admittedly not quite as voluptuous as this particular individual, from a dozen upper-class brothels around the city. And it wasn’t that he cared that much for females to begin with. As the mysterious character and their escort approached the throne, Rekk loudly cleared his throat and clapped his hands together. The entire throne room grew silent almost immediately, and all eyes were directed at the amber feline, who was once again able to bask in the attention that he found so intoxicating. “Everyone! Friends! Your honorable highness, Pharaoh Akenhet! May I present to you, Shabah Almukhmalia, the Velvet Specter of the twin oases!” The four emerald-scaled female serpents wearing scanty clothes of white and gold promptly grasped onto the robes draping the voluptuous-figured individual whom they were escorting. The new center of everyone’s attention was disrobed in a flash, and what was revealed from beneath the loose desert clothes spawned gasps of confusion and delight within the throne room in equal amounts. Even Akenhet, despite his royal composure, nearly parted his lips for an inhalation of awe as he saw the creature now standing in front of him on the red carpet. The surprise Rekk had prepared for the young jackal was an alligator. A being the existence of which was not particularly remarkable, despite its relatively low population in comparison with its crocodilian cousins within the borders of the great desert. However, everything about this particular gator was as remarkable as it could be. The reptile’s scales were white, differing shockingly from the usual, dull color palette possessed by creatures of the same species, or reptiles in general. The peculiar coloring and the strikingly smooth surface of the reptilian skin gave the big lizard the appearance of a masterfully carved marble statue, providing the viewer with the illusion of being both soft, yet magnificently reflective and polished at the same time. The only place where the alabaster hue of the magnificent reptilian beast was disturbed was at the base of the elegant muzzle, where two stunning sapphire eyes stood out against the surrounding whiteness, gleaming with confidence and pride. And what was more, they were staring directly at Akenhet. But it wasn’t just the distinguishing color that made the gator’s body so remarkable. Its shape was equally worthy of attention. What the loose silk robe had already teased about the big reptile’s ample figure was now laid bare in front of everyone in the Pharaoh’s court. The alligator was large, in more ways than one. The first thing to catch the eye of any observer was the giant pair of scaly breasts attached to the white reptile’s chest. Rounding out to near-bovine proportions, the two shapely spheres of fat rested beneath the wide shoulders of the corpulent scalie, teetering on the narrow line where they appeared both invitingly soft as well as firm and perky despite their ample mass. The nipples on both breasts were big and dark, adorned with gold rings big enough for an average anthro to fit their fist through. Similar piercings also decorated the gator’s temples and muzzle, dangling from the large lizard’s ears and nostrils. Directly beneath the attention-grabbing tits was a soft, round, proudly protruding gut which looked like it would start to wobble from the slightest of movement. Despite its abundant mass, the gator's belly managed to maintain its shape relatively well, forming a magnificent dome of fat over the reptile’s abdomen without any folds or creases visible anywhere. It looked oddly pleasing to the eye. The word ‘fertile’ flashed in Akenhet’s mind as he gazed at his guest’s hefty belly with curiosity. A large-ish gold pendant with a big onyx gem hung out of the chubby lizard’s navel, which was swallowed by the roundness of the abdomen surrounding it. The rest of the mysterious alabaster reptile’s mass was divided rather harmoniously into the creature’s limbs. The scaly arms appeared tender but retained their shape as perfectly as the rest of the bulging body. The smooth legs beneath the round gut were similar, only much bigger and thicker for obvious reasons. Akenhet was particularly impressed by the hefty lizard’s thighs, which possessed girth comparable to some of the pillars on the palace’s interior, once more tiptoeing the fine line of firmness and softness to perfection. Watching from the front, all the dark jackal could say about the gator’s hips was that they were wide. Extremely so. He reckoned there were at least a few doorways inside the palace that the reptile wouldn’t fit through without angling their body differently. He could only imagine what kind of mountainous, bulging rump was hiding behind them. And as if having white scales and possessing the alluring body of a fertility idol wasn’t surprising enough, the gator’s figure packed yet another surprise into its splendor. The alligator was a male. Akenhet was so preoccupied admiring the rest of his body that he nearly neglected the presence of coconut-sized alligator testicles and a plump but flaccid reptile cock deviously hiding in the triangular junction of the chubby lizard’s belly and thighs. As confused as he was to see them on a figure that would have otherwise passed as that of a female, the young jackal was more than pleased to find them present on the gator’s voluptuous body. Akenhet subconsiously tightened his grasp on the armrests of his throne as his circulatory system began directing the royal blood into the area behind his loincloth. He had never considered the possession of excess fat particularly attractive, usually preferring his male reptiles well-muscled, but seeing the alabaster alligator was enough to flip his perspective completely. He hardly recalled a time his body had reacted so strongly to someone’s appearance. He knew instantly that he wanted to breed the plump reptile. Once the whispers and murmuring within the throne room had died down, Rekk raised his voice once more. “Let him entertain us all with his captivating dance that has never been seen outside the borders of the twin oases! Dear guests, Pharaoh Akenhet. I give you, Shabah Almukhmalia, performing Saltatio Nymphaea.” A band of three painted dogs promptly emerged from amongst the tiger Emir’s entourage, two of them armed with large drums, the third with a long, bifurcated flute which was adorned with feathers. Two pairs of canine hands started creating a mellow beat with the taut leather of the drums. At the same time, the naked alligator performed a grandiose bow towards Akenhet’s throne, violating royal protocol by maintaining eye contact with the jackal ruler throughout. Had it been anyone else from Rekk’s party, Akenhet would have been within his rights to be outraged and raise a fit, but with the alluring, scaly seductress, he barely even noticed the breach of etiquette. The flute soon joined in with the two drums, playing a bright, upbeat tune which weaved itself around the vast chamber, harmonizing with the thick sandstone pillars and statues decorating the space. The alligator slowly erected his back, extending his chubby arms above his shoulders. As the tempo began to pick up, he started weaving his hands hypnotically, allowing the motion to cascade down his figure. As subtle as it was, the wavy movement was enough to set the large volume of reptilian fat off its equilibrium, and little by little, every single curve and extrusion began to shake and sway. The mass of the dancing gator’s tits, belly, and hips began shifting around hypnotically, harmonizing with the wavy motion of the white lizard’s body, almost giving the impression of half his body being fully fluid. A few new notes started flying out of the flute, and the alligator separated his hands, allowing his arms to slowly descend to the level with his shoulders while he continued weaving his body. The scaly hips began rocking from side to side, moving sharply from left to right with the assistance of the gator’s tail, which swept back and forth on the floor behind the dancing reptile, providing him with enough leverage to move his heavy haunches at the desired speed. It was difficult not to admire the way in which the alabaster beast’s entire body jiggled as he bumped his hips in either direction, adding delightful chaos to the bulging silhouette of his scaly frame. Everything from his breasts and grandiose belly to his thighs and scaly genitals was wobbling enchantingly, ensuring no one in the throne room was able to take their eyes off the big, beautiful performer. The composition being played by the painted dogs continued to get more heated, and so did the dance accompanying it. As the emphasis fell from the flute onto the drums, the chubby alligator began gyrating his hips, allowing the motion to slowly turn him from left to right while accentuating the impressive volume of his hips and abdomen. Akenhet felt his arousal spiking as he got his first proper look at the alligator’s behind, which was just as monumental as he had imagined it to be. Two giant spheres of heavy, fluctuating lizard fat, swaying and bouncing like two sacks filled with water. The jackal’s knuckles were starting to grow numb from how hard he was squeezing the armrests of his seat. The dance continued getting more intense and increasingly sensual, with the performing gator eventually taking to the floor to add some beautiful footwork into the routine as well. Akenhet had never seen any male even close to the size and bodily proportions of the white reptile move about so lightly and with such enticing elegance. Even if he hadn’t had a sexual inclination towards scaly hunks, he would have at the very least considered what the dancer was capable of as deeply impressive. And as oblivious as he was to the particular choreography of the performance, the young jackal could see that none of the swaying, jiggling, and bouncing of the big predator’s body was unplanned. He knew exactly what he was doing and utilized every single ounce of his voluptuous mass to its full potential, either by propelling himself more swiftly across the floor or allowing the movement to shift onto different parts of his body, depending on which part the performance was emphasizing at a given time. The dance was a true expression of skill and discipline. In other words, art. Aside from being a magnificent display of proficiency and pleasing to look at, the dance was also deeply provocative. Although a lot of the innate eroticism of the act lay in its performer, some of the sequences incorporated in it were clearly meant to fascinate and arouse the audience. The dance involved a lot of sharp turns as well as gyration and shaking of different body parts, which the plump gator naturally benefited from as they made his body quake and wiggle so magnificently. There was a lot of thrusting of the big white hips and shaking of the big fat ass attached to them. The big, thick alligator tail was raised with swagger on multiple occasions, and the scaly paws sensually cupped the round breasts and traced the shape of the scaly thighs and round gut many times throughout the performance. Combined with a seductive smile and the proud sapphire eyes casting constant sensual looks into the audience, especially towards Akenhet, made it obvious that the performance was meant to excite and tease as much as it was meant to entertain. And the performance certainly managed to excite the onyx canine seated on the very edge of his throne. The gator’s dance was the most arousing thing Akenhet had seen in a long while. Had he been a more depraved ruler like some of his historical predecessors, he would have begun pleasuring himself right then and there in full view of his guests and his court. He certainly wanted to. And he wasn’t the only one with such desires either. His keen nose was able to pick up the scent of arousal of at least a few nearby males, one of them being a crocodilian guard behind Rekk, who was sporting a full-on erection from watching the dance. But as tempted as he was to nurse the eager erection barely staying contained within his sheath, Akenhet resisted his desires as the uncomfortable weight of the royal headdress reminded him of his position and the dignity it required. The last half a minute of the exotic performance was exceptionally draining for the young Pharaoh as the sexy alligator danced himself closer to the throne, passionately shaking every inch of his voluptuous body to the intensifying beat of the drums. Akenhet barely blinked during the fast-paced climax of the dance, exerting every ounce of his concentration to absorb the sight of the white reptile’s wildly bouncing butt, jiggling breasts, and quaking gut that were nearly at arm's reach of his seat. He became so focused that he didn’t even react when the smiling dancer spun around and seductively raised his tail, the very tip of which reached to briefly tickle Akenhet’s furry chin. With that, the chubby scalie promptly retreated to where he had begun his erotic act, striking a seductive pose just as the drums and flute grew silent on the same heartbeat. The throne room was dead silent for nearly ten whole seconds before Rekk eventually started the deserved applause for the performer. Following the example of the charismatic tiger, everyone else promptly joined in, Akenhet being the last one to express his appreciation of the stunning performance. He gave a small nod towards the curvy dancer and clapped his paws together seven times with weight and dignity, just like he should as the host and pharaoh. The rubenesque reptile bowed towards both monarchs three times before accepting praise from any other direction. Upon Rekk’s signal, the trio of dogs started playing another tune. This one was perceptibly more mellow compared to the previous composition and clearly meant as background noise. The kind of music that entertained but would not interrupt the flow of discussion in a social setting. The alligator also started performing another dance routine that matched the lower tempo of the song, continuing to steal gazes from most of the animals in attendance, even as others returned to their food and wine. “What do you think?” Akenhet flinched, sharply turning his muzzle towards the smiling tiger lounging in his chair. “Enchanting, isn’t he? A fully oasis-bred beauty. Big and round in all the right places and dances like a suave serpent. I’ve received compliments regarding him from every single one of the many royals who have visited my palace and seen him dance. Truly a unique specimen. Exceptional even.” “I cannot disagree…” Akenhet cleared his throat, unable to come up with a more adequate reply. “I knew your highness would appreciate the performance. As little as I indulge myself in royal gossip regarding the son of Ammon, I must confess I had become aware of a certain rumor, and I was… Inclined to believe there was some truth in it. I am glad to see my intuition was correct.” Akenhet chuckled, masking his frustration behind a calm smile. Had his infatuation with reptiles truly become so well known that even foreign royalty knew about it? “I will admit to enjoying the performance, but I find myself puzzled by what you are insinuating, dear Emir. I do not possess a particular fondness for creatures donning scales any more than you do for bathing in the seed of your big zebras.” There was a flash of shock and fury in Rekk’s eyes, which prompted great satisfaction in the young jackal. Eventually, the tiger chuckled, as did Akenhet. The jackal had waited for a while to use the information he had gotten from his spymaster stationed at the twin oases to knock the cocky tiger down a peg. “Gossip. Truly, the buzzing of flies in one’s ears is it not?” “Wise words from a wise Pharaoh.” Rekk grinned, emptying the contents of his chalice inside his maw. “But back to my lovely Specter… If you like him, I will give him to you! As a gift and a gesture of good faith regarding our upcoming negotiations.” Akenhet masked his shock behind his own chalice, taking a sip of wine. “Such a gift makes me worried about what kind of proposition you have prepared for tomorrow. You must be expecting a lot in return.” “Well… I am a bit reluctant to part ways with him… But I am willing to trade him for a few ounces of your favor. What do you say?” A silence fell between the two monarchs. Akenhet was more than inclined to accept such a gorgeous gift, especially while he was still burdened with his arousal from the dance. The chance that the alligator was a spy working for Rekk was low, but he couldn’t outright disregard it. But then again, the prospect of gaining possession of such a sexy lizard was extremely titillating. “Oh, and just so you know… He’s untouched…” Akenhet’s ears perked up. Without taking his eyes off the reptile in question, he nodded his head. “Send him to my bath chamber. One hour after the moon has appeared from behind the horizon.” “Of course, your highness… I am most pleased we could reach an agreement. Now then, let us drink!” … Akenhet descended the narrow stairs leading to the entrance to his private bath, listening to the soft echo of his paws tapping against the sandstone steps. Despite leaving his heavy headdress and royal outfit behind in his bedchamber, the young jackal’s body felt sluggish and even a little bit stiff. It wasn’t often that the dark-furred pharaoh felt himself burdened by anticipation, but whenever he did, it was hardly something he could ignore. And it was never comfortable for someone supposedly of divine origin to be reminded just how fallible their mortal body was against the sinful temptations of the flesh. Nearing his destination, Akenhet could soon smell the soothing odors of eucalyptus and aloe, the extract from both plants being a common ingredient in the bathwater of all nobles around the Golden City. Although thanks to his promiscuous bathing habits, Akenhet mostly associated the odors with sex, which meant that their presence in his royal nostrils did the opposite of calming him down. The lingering scent of smokedew myrrh was also rather prevalent, as Akenhet often used it to enhance the enjoyment of himself and his bathing partners. Even as it was slightly faded, the jackal was able to feel its intended effect of improved circulation as intensified throbbing by his sheath. The vast bathing chamber was silent when Akenhet finally entered his favorite room inside the palace. Hiding behind the decorative partition, which blocked the staircase from being visible to the rest of the chamber, Aknehet stood still and listened. The only things his pointy jackal ears picked up were the gentle whistling of the wind on the balcony and the restless beat of his own heart. And yet, he felt a distinct presence looming over the entire space that he had entered. A presence embedded with anticipation and passion, which closely matched what Akenhet was feeling inside his own chest. Drawing his face into the best expression of indifference he could muster and pulling his shoulders back for the perfect noble posture, Akenhet finally stepped out from behind the partition. His gaze naturally gravitated towards the largest pool directly to the right of the partition, where he expected to find the porcelain-scaled alligator who had been promised to him. But to his surprise, he was unable to locate the lizard whose large body should have made him almost impossible to miss in an open space like the large bath Akenhet was presently gazing at. To make things even more confusing, the jackal instantly felt someone’s gaze latching onto his slender figure. It took a few more seconds until Akenhet was finally able to spot the alligator. Towards the very back of the large pool, the surface of the water was broken by the inconspicuous shape of a reptilian muzzle, more precisely, the upper third of one. The only thing one could see were the gator’s nostrils, the bridge of his scaly snout, and his beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that were staring at Akenhet. As soon as their eyes met, the partially submerged alligator head began floating towards Akenhet. The water of the pool, combined with the dim lighting of the chamber, did a remarkable job at concealing the white reptile’s big body, making it look like the scaly snout swam across the pool completely on its own. The surface of the turquoise water barely even rippled. A few feet from the edge of the indoor basin, the alligator eventually stood up, revealing his bare body from beneath the water. Akenhet’s eyes became glued to the husky male frame against his will as his pride fought a brief, losing battle against his lust, which wasn’t ashamed to direct all of his attention on the sexy curves and profound plumpness of the scaly body. The pleasantly scented water poured down along the fat male’s stout breasts, clinging onto the piercings on his nipples before ultimately flowing onto the round dome of his belly. Droplets big and small raced down the white surface of the scaly skin, competing on which one could find the most optimal route down along the ampe curves of the bulging gator body. The gently rippling water of the pool cast playful reflections onto the chubby beast’s hips and abdomen from below, making the light dance on the most eye-catching features of his body just like the reptile himself had danced in the throne room. The white scales looked even better when they were wet, appearing shiny and smooth beyond mortal comprehension. Everything about the alligator just oozed sheer eroticism, an ounce of which was not missed by the young pharaoh’s eyes. “Good evening, noble pharaoh.” The chubby dancer spoke, bowing just deep enough for the jewel on his navel to touch the water. His muzzle was drawn into a delicate smile, and he never took his eyes off Akenhet even as he was bowing. His voice was soft and pleasant to the ear. Akenhet waited a few seconds for his inner male to calm down and the lusty throbbing of his genitals to cease before eventually opening his muzzle. “I suppose you know why you’re here?” He asked curtly, hiding his sheath behind his towel while struggling to meet the gator’s shiny eyes. “I do, your highness. The Emir has filled me in on everything necessary. And well… There are only so many reasons for a person to get summoned into the pharaoh’s bathing chamber during the night.” The alligator replied, slowly raising his head, smiling gently. “Good… I take it you are also prepared to service me in that way?” “Yes.” The reptile said without hesitation. “The Emir has been very straightforward about his plans regarding me, as well as why he brought me along on this visit. In fact, I have been preparing for this for quite a while.” “...Intriguing. How long exactly have you known that you’d be gifted to me by Rekk?” “A little over two years. The Emir came up with the idea ever since… Those rumors of your highness began to spread in his court.” The ivory lizard replied, tracing his index finger along the water's surface next to his right thigh. “...Well, I suppose you cannot fault a cat for being cunning. It would have been unwise of him not to capitalize on such an opportunity.” Akenhet huffed, barely looking at the large reptile in the face as he was so captivated by the rest of his body. “What do you think of the rumours that supposedly implicate me in what I assume is a lascivious manner?” “...At first, I was intrigued. There aren’t many males who have the ability to choose anyone to share their passion with and who consciously prefer reptiles in this regard… Especially male reptiles of a heftier build. Amusing as it may sound, I was slightly flattered as I heard that about your highness.” The rotund scalie took a careful step closer to the edge of the pool. “I figured I wouldn’t mind serving a powerful male who can appreciate all of this…” He continued, slowly running his hands across his hips, belly, and breasts, making sure that Akenhet watched him the entire time. “As different as I am from most of my kin, I have rarely been looked at by lustful eyes. Although part of it was admittedly because I was Emir Rekk’s property. To say that I was pleased with the way you gazed at me during my performance would be a severe understatement. A performer always loves attention, but to have one’s entire form observed with such passion and desire… That’s something an artist never forgets.” “From what I’ve heard, the Emir’s court is not known for its taste in beauty. I can see how they would not recognize it even if it was literally dancing in their face.” Akenhet huffed, attempting to ignore the red canine rocket steadily climbing out of his onyx sheath. The big reptile chuckled softly, his entire bulging form wobbling ever so slightly as he did. He took another step closer to the pool’s edge. “I am happy to see that you’re just as handsome as everyone praises you to be. Your face, posture, and body… All exude youth and beauty in a way most males can only dream… I already knew that when I saw you sitting on the throne, but now…” The gator sighed and tilted his head. “I never knew a royal jackal’s body could be so perfect.” Despite being well aware that the opposing party was most likely just stroking his ego, Akenhet was happy to hear the praise. His royal cock was getting more erect by the second, and the rubenesque reptile inching further and further into his personal space didn’t help the jackal at all. “...Tell me your name. Your real name.” Akenhet sighed, slowly lowering his towel to display his swelling malehood to the reptile. “Mukabwa Nyeupe.” The alligator replied without reacting to the appearance of Akenhet’s inflating cock. “You may call me Mukany if you’d like. My whole name can be a bit of a... Mouthful.” Akenhet shuddered, and his cock extended a whole inch in one single throb as Mukany parted his scaly jaws and licked his lips. “Indeed… I shall do that.” Akenhet muttered, attaching his gaze to the alligator’s round chest to further fuel his growing lust. “Do my breasts intrigue you, your highness?” Mukany asked, tilting his head, using his chubby arms to squish his scaly tits together. Akenhet nearly whined as his knot popped out of its sheath as a result. “I don’t blame you. There aren’t many males with this kind of chest… Not that many females either, if I am to be sincere.” Mukany spoke, leaning himself closer to the noble jackal and gently swaying his torso from side to side. Akenhet growled as his member reached its full breeding potential, all of its red, veiny mass throbbing out in the open. “As I am sure you know, many of the southern domains worship a deity with an appearance similar to mine. Khaarak, or Kheyrak, depending on which side of the great river one happens to be on. An alligator goddess of prosperity with white scales and ample proportions… I’m fairly certain that your pantheon also includes someone similar?” “Khesera… The god of nurturing. She’s mostly forgotten by the common folk, and only a few devotees remain. The plague a few generations ago diminished her popularity greatly.” “Well, down south, she is still very much a beloved goddess and worshipped with great passion. As you can surely imagine, the hue of my scales naturally drew comparisons between myself and her ever since I was young. An alligator with white scales is only born once every century, they say… Before I knew it, I was adopted by the Zaleah sisterhood, who wield great influence in the Twin Oases. They are under the direct protection of the Emir’s lineage. Anyhow, they took it as their mission to mold me into the figure of the goddess, at least physically. To put it more crudely, they began fattening me up.” Mukany paused to admire the size and shape of Akenhet’s jackal cock, shaking his big body gently to prompt the canine breeder to twitch in reaction. “For years, I was only allowed to eat a certain fish found on the muddy bottom of the great river: a delicacy which is often reserved only for the most noble. Its flesh develops a certain type of fat that sticks to the body incredibly easily and makes it effortless for anyone to gain mass. Not to mention the oil from its skin is also extremely beneficial to one’s scales if ingested or rubbed on them.” “Once my figure began to plump up, they also started serving me with different herbal pastes and medicines, which were supposed to help a male develop more feminine proportions. They amplified the effect with various ritual massages and treatments. The whole process was shockingly effective. Once I was an adult, I already resembled the goddess to a degree where commoners would worship me whenever I ventured out of the monastery. If you find my body worth of admiration, you have the sisterhood to thank for that. It’s all their creation.” “Intriguing… Yet quite chilling. While I cannot relate to your experience personally, I would imagine having your body tampered with to that great an extent would be unpleasant.” “I appreciate your concern, young Pharaoh. But I am pleased to tell you that I didn’t mind the process and I participated in it willingly. Of course, I had my doubts along the way, but now I very much adore my current body, which can captivate even the gaze of a pharaoh to such a degree. After all… Beauty requires sacrifice… And if your highness finds my form desirable, then the sacrifice has most certainly been worth it.” Akenhet was hanging onto his last shred of royal composure as he watched Mukany taunt him yet again by swaying his heavy hips, the wavy motion of which naturally made the rest of his chubby carcass jiggle enticingly. His desire to pounce on the giant reptile was almost at the point of overflow. And Mukany’s eyes saw that as well. “I can tell that your highness is not content simply watching this body of mine. I have never seen someone’s malehood twitching in such agony as yours… Would you allow me to relieve it?” Akenhet resigned to hastily nodding his head at the suggestion. “Excellent…” Mukany chuckled softly, eyeing the red royal rocket quivering on the onyx canine’s crotch. “Why don’t you seat yourself by the pool, and I’ll do my best to see your desires relieved.” This time, Akenhet didn’t even bother nodding. Discarding the towel from his left paw, he slowly crouched down as Mukany watched him. Sliding his slender furry feet into the water, he sat on the edge of the pool, already knowing to spread his legs to give Mukany easy access to his genitals. The ivory-scaled alligator smiled and knelt down in front of the Pharaoh. His height left most of his gut and chest fully above the water, leaving his pierced breasts at just the right height to service the royal sceptre of lust throbbing before them. “Such a virile scent…” The gator muttered, pushing his scaly snout closer to the jackal dick, taking a few cautious sniffs of the royal breeding organ. “I’ve never had the privilege of smelling another male’s sex this closely… I am quite pleased with how strong and stimulating your odor is. A scent I wouldn’t mind marking me… Permanently.” Akenhet grit his teeth and growled as Mukany’s big gator tongue dragged along the keel of his canine sex. The powerful sensation of bliss it brought with it prompted some pre to squirt out from the pointed tip of the desperate doggy penis. “The taste is as riveting as I expected…” The young jackal had to fight back a pair of moans as Mukany’s big white muzzle inspected his sheath and testes, sampling both their taste and scent in a manner similar to how he had inspected the shaft. A few narrow strings of pre-ejaculate were flung on top of the scaly predator’s head. “I’ve always thought of canine genitals as fascinating… Mostly because of this bulbous thing right here.” Mukany whispered, tracing the tip of his tongue along the fuzzy junction between Akenhet’s royal sheath and the fat knot throbbing just outside it. The jackal was unsuccessful at holding back the loud gasp that left his mouth as the curious gator gently nibbled the round lump of canine lust with his soft lips. “...I suppose I will have my curiosity fully sated by the end of the night.” Another shaft-long lick prompted Akenhet’s testes to contract involuntarily, and the resulting ousting of pre was deftly caught by the big reptile’s awaiting maw. Mukany made sure to show off his intimidating predator dentures, holding his mouth open as he slowly curled up his tongue, swallowing the small dab of lust liquid glimmering on its surface. Both males shuddered. “Well then… Please excuse me, your highness…” Before Akenhet could even gasp, the great reptilian maw had closed around his member. He moaned and fought the impulse to bring his palm on top of Mukany’s snout, experiencing an intense rush of euphoria as the sultry warmth enveloped his malehood. A second later, he felt the big alligator tongue coiling around his shaft, reaching all the way down to gently cup his canine balls while dousing the whole area of his genitals with copious gator saliva. The gentle, monotonous writhing that followed brought the young monarch to moan yet again. But the pleasure of the pharaoh was frustratingly short-lived, as after just a brief while of wrestling the canine cock with his tongue, Mukany withdrew his muzzle from Akenhet’s groin. The jackal wrinkled his muzzle in disdain, while his sex was left to desperately throb in the rapidly fading heat of the chubby scalie's mouth. The sound of reptilian drool dripping into the pool from the surface of his cock echoed around the chamber as he breathed heavily. “There we go… All slick, shiny, and ready to be milked.” Mukany chuckled, flicking the tip of the jackal dick with his index finger. Akenhet looked down just in time to see the big gator grasping his plump breasts and pulling them apart, opening up the scaly cleavage which had captivated the dark canine ever since he first set eyes on Mukany. With the valley between his breasts fully spread, Mukany promptly leaned forward towards Akenhet’s groin. Akenhet twitched as his member landed squarely in the middle of the gaping chasm between the chubby male’s enormous tits. The passing two seconds were long enough for Akenhet to share a look with Mukany and subsequently lower his gaze back onto the scaly cleavage right before the plump mounds with their pierced nipples were wrapped around his cock. The royal jackal threw his head back and voiced a broken howl as the overwhelming softness of the reptilian male milkers viciously attacked his member. Mukany’s scaly chin received a big splash of pharaoh pre onto its alabaster surface “Wasn’t this what you imagined doing with them earlier? When you devoured them with your eyes?” Mukany hissed, sliding his tits up and down the spasming canine cock lubricated with his own spit. The golden rings dangling from his dark nipples plinked softly as he eagerly kneaded the fat pair of scaly milkers around the firm shape of the younger male’s erect member. “Or perhaps you merely wanted to suckle on them instead…? A natural desire given their maternal appearance. They look like they would be perfect for nursing offspring, don’t they?” Akenhet could not and did not disagree with a single one of Mukany’s statements. Getting his shaft and knot caressed by the two sexy lumps of supple reptilian fat felt dangerously pleasurable. The sensation prompted the royal jackal to reminisce about all the scaly rumps he had humped similarly. He recalled feeling similar bliss back when he had seduced his serpent guard captain and been allowed to play with his magnificent male buttocks any way he desired. The vivid memories from that time only expedited the growth of Akenhet’s arousal. “Goodness… You’re an eager pharaoh, aren’t you?” Mukany chuckled as the fleshy jackal cock twitched between his ample chest pillows. “Don’t worry… I’ll let you suck them all you want later… After all, they are yours from today on.” Akenhet liked what he heard. The idea of being in permanent possession of the pair of breasts responsible for bringing him so much pleasure was more than satisfying to him. The idea of owning a big, curvy male like Mukany was beyond arousing. The dark toes of the pharaoh curled in the clear water of the pool as the impatience-inducing throbs of an impending climax arrived to torment his genitals. The doughy alligator tits and their sensual movements were pure venom for any restraint Akenhet could have mustered up regarding his libido, steadily massaging him towards completion at an alarming rate. And there was no diminishing of the part the big alligator himself played in the milking of the royal cock and his ability to use his breasts to elicit the most pleasure in his lover. Everything from the rhythm of his movements to the strength with which he squeezed the royal member was nothing shy of perfect. It was all so exceptional that it made Akenhet question the Emir’s words about Mukany being innocent. But the shuddering jackal quickly forgot about all his suspicions and doubts. They were all wiped away as soon as the searing arrow of orgasm pierced Akenhet’s canine body. Akenhet threw his muzzle towards the roof and moaned as a hot geyser of cum erupted in the tight, velvety valley between Mukany’s breasts. Even with the large mass of gator fat in their way, a few ropes managed to burst out from the white reptile’s cleavage, splattering all over his neck and chest, deviating from their intended trajectory with messy results. Mukany smiled and continued heaving his fat tits along the knotted pleasure tool, completely ignoring the soggy mess that was claiming territory on the top half of his torso. The dark paws clenched the turquoise edge of the pool as Akenhet blew his royal load into the loving caress of his new lover’s magnificent tits, which diligently extract every single drop of jackal seed from the pharaoh’s balls. And as his cock was being drained of its thick, ivory essence, Akenhet felt the Mukany’s lusty gaze licking his furry body. “Did you enjoy that, your highness?” Mukany asked after allowing the young canine to catch his breath for a while. He gave the throbbing canine cock a few more rubs before withdrawing his breasts – now wet and sticky with jackal seed – from Akenhet’s groin. As soon as Akenhet gazed down, the sultry gator made sure to sway his chest to accentuate the presence of the royal load on his frame. “I’m curious as to why you felt the need to inquire me that…” Akenhet replied sarcastically, ogling at the sexy reptile without shame. “Courtesy, your highness.” “Rekk told me you were… Untainted. Yet you were able to utilize such a lewd technique on me. Would you care to explain?” “I can assure you the fine Emir did not deceive you. My body has not been touched by another male. Everything I know about pleasing a male was taught to me by the sisters in the monastery. They thought it would benefit me to know how to satisfy a potential lover.” “Another thing I should thank them for…” Akenhet sighed, wondering what kind of training the alligator had received from the devout females of Zaleah. “Indeed…” Mukany chuckled, slowly lowering himself into the pool and washing the viscous seed off his chest. “...What would you like to do next, your highness? You should have the stamina to continue, no?” Akenhet wasn’t able to get a word out of his mouth before the sultry alligator re-emerged from the pool, brashly invading the young Pharaoh’s personal space, pushing his bulging body onto him. The surprised jackal misplaced his paw as he attempted to lean away from Mukany’s chest, and soon enough, the ruler of the desert found himself on his back, with a big, lusty alligator looming over him menacingly. The white reptile’s sapphire eyes glimmered mischievously in the limited lighting of the chamber as he climbed out of the pool, trapping the smaller male between himself and the floor. “What… Will you do?” Mukany whispered, licking his lips while Akenhet’s erect malehood poked against his scaly gut. As stunned as he was by the reptile’s advances, Akenhet quickly recovered with some help from a subtle feeling of humiliation the pharaoh was not at all comfortable with. He was the pharaoh. It was he who should be assertive and have the upper paw. Mukany smirked as Akenhet slapped his paws onto his dangling breasts, voicing a content moan as the smaller canine squeezed his chest, sinking his delicate, dark fingers into the supple fat of his hefty mammaries. Akenhet growled, part from satisfaction and the other part to assert his dominance. The white gator didn’t even fake putting up a fight as Akenhet rolled him away from on top of himself, reversing their positions in the span of a couple of heartbeats. In reality, Akenhet didn’t possess nearly enough muscle to move a male like Mukany, but the heavy reptile knew what was expected of him and played along with the delicate pharaoh perfectly. Akenhet deftly straddled himself on top of the aquatic beast’s belly, casting a desirous look at the reptile whom he had defeated. The scaly abdomen, covered with a plentiful layer of fat, was a comfortable seat and gave in just enough to make it easy for Akenhet to find his balance. The texture was eerily similar to the gator’s breasts, and as soon as Akenhet’s sheath touched it, his cock started to throb. He shuddered, feeling his desires getting reinvigorated. He was still unable to fully explain why he found the alligator’s body so irresistible. With his member promptly returning to its full mating capacity, Akenhet suddenly felt something brushing against his back. It took him a brief while to recognize the shape of Mukany’s thick tail. The strong rear appendage of the reptilian beast gave Akenhet a firm nudge, then another and another, each more insistent than the previous one. While puzzled at first, Akenhet soon became aware of Mukany’s intentions when the big tail gave him a strong enough push to disturb his balance, and he fell hands-first on Mukany’s chest, scooping two pawfuls of reptilian tits as he did. Akenhet blinked, finding himself almost muzzle-to-muzzle with the smirking reptile, his fingers sinking into his tits and his erect princemaker firmly pressing against the soft dome of Mukany’s grandiose abdomen. “How bold, your highness~!” The alligator chuckled, gazing up at the smaller male’s face. “Please use my body however you wish.” Quickly catching on to what the alligator was suggesting, Akenhet spread his legs further apart and leaned himself further onto Mukany’s bouncy chest, angling his hips in a way that his cock got squished against the wobbly gator abdomen as firmly as possible. He saw the chubby reptile cracking a subtle smile just before he started humping himself against the cushy globe of abdominal fat. The round mass of Mukany’s reptilian tummy began to wobble and sway as Akenhet hammered his dark hips against it, sliding his hard canine member along its smooth, elastic form. The collision between the moist scales and dark fur produced a soft slap that was repeated every time Akenhet threw his loins against the round orb of reptilian flesh, spawning a lusty beat which began to echo around the spacious bathing chamber. The big gator belly provided the delicate jackal’s loins with enough recoil to bounce upwards on their own, making the act of humping it effortless and enjoyable. Akenhet was shocked at how good it felt to hump the reptilian dancer’s belly. The stimulation was admittedly one-dimensional but nevertheless equally lethal as any other kind of caressing of one’s cock. The slick scales tickled the underside of the canine shaft with each oscillating movement, radiating the pleasure up into the rest of Akenhet’s cock to account for its blatant neglect. The subtle tease of it was also a pleasure of its own. Half of his cock knew how painfully close it was to receiving the same kind of stimulation as the other half, yet unable to obtain it. The mixture of frustration and desire subsequently prompted Akenhet to thrust harder in an attempt to create a big enough dent in Mukany’s fat so that the sides of his shaft could also revel in the bliss enjoyed by the keel of his malehood. It was like humping a soft, jiggly pillow that was just slightly too big for a male of his size to comfortably mount. A murky growl started to seep out from Akenhet’s muzzle as his desires started taking over. Fornication of this kind was something that resonated very strongly with his canine blood, and it didn’t take long for the pharaoh to completely lose himself in the animalistic hip thrusts driven by his reproductive instincts. “Good boy… You have a lot of pent-up energy, don’t you? Go ahead and hump it all out... Good boy… It feels good to fuck a soft, voluptuous belly like mine, doesn’t it?” Mukany’s soft whispers echoed around Akenhet as he kept grinding his cock onto the abdominal dome with increasing abandon, already spilling copious amounts of jackal pre all over his own hands and the scaly chest of his chubby gator pillow. It felt good to let loose and act like a mindless desert canine. To share in the primal bliss even a simple peasant could understand to the fullest. The climax snuck up on Akenhet without warning, lying in wait behind his knot before eventually bursting forth with the destructive force of a spring flood after heavy rainfall. Akenhet voiced a howl as his royal seed began surging out of his furiously twitching male organ, exploding in a messy, fertile deluge directly into the awaiting maw of Mukany, which the lusty alligator had opened only a few seconds prior. Akenhet’s whole body shuddered as his genitals violently relieved themselves onto the white alligator’s vast tongue, coating the reptilian taster in a thick layer of noble sperm in a matter of seconds as the canine ejaculate kept on flowing. Akenhet could just barely hear Mukany’s delighted moans over the frantic beating of his own heart as he pumped a royal litter and a half into the bigger male's salivating predator mouth. The backfire from Akenhet’s orgasm was just as fierce and swift as the orgasm’s arrival. Suddenly, he could feel the inside of his furry chest tightening in discomfort, and all of his limbs being sapped of their strength. He felt dizzy, and his arms started to tremble. With his last few ounces of strength, he managed to push himself back into a sitting position, wanting to avoid collapsing on top of Mukany’s chest. And yet he was already too weak to reach his previous seat at the apex of the gator’s abdomen, instead slipping down into the valley between Mukany’s gut and breasts. Akenhet huffed, happily sinking into the softness of the bigger male’s physique, allowing himself to fall completely limp as he leaned his back onto the jiggly gator gut behind him. He plopped his dark head onto the elastic surface of the scaly dome, string at the roof of the bathing chamber, as his body started recovering from the utterly draining climax. Somewhere underneath him, Mukany closed his jaws and swallowed audibly. The dark jackal took slow, deep breaths, listening to the thumping of his canine heart slowly fading as it returned to its usual rhythm. The chamber was silent. The lonely screeching of a desert sparrow could be heard from outside the balcony. But before Akenhet was able to start dozing off in his shockingly comfortable alligator seat, a familiar sensation returned to tickle his member. A weak whimper fled his muzzle, and he promptly lowered his gaze from the ceiling to find Mukany curiously licking the tip of his canine cock. The alligator was smiling, just like he always seemed to do. “What a delectable load that was, your highness… It nearly made me ashamed I let the first one go to waste on my breasts… But then again, I did find it enjoyable having all of that male fertility on my chest. Plus, I got some of that wonderful scent of yours stuck to my scales as well.” Muakny growled, extending his large tongue to lap at the royal cock from all sides while Akenhet was too weak to do anything in response. “Yet… I find myself craving more of such a tasty treat. Alligators have big appetites after all, although I’m sure you can already tell that from my body.” Akenhet whimpered and trembled as Mukany closed his plump lips around the upper half of his cock, eagerly sucking on the painfully sensitive shaft in hopes of finding some more cum hiding away in the young jackal’s urethra. “You wouldn’t mind if I helped myself to another serving of your delicious seed? Your genitals seem willing to quench my hunger…” The question asked by the lusty reptile was nothing more than an empty formality, for as soon as he finished talking, Mukany buried his muzzle into Akenhet’s groin, swallowing the entire jackal dick in the blink of an eye. There was no denying a hungry predator his meal. Akenhet was less than prepared to take on the ravenous blowjob of the reptilian dancer. The flesh of his member was still woefully sensitive from the previous orgasm, and getting it locked between a pair of big alligator jaws where it was being wrestled by a tongue the size of a palm leaf was devastating to say the least. The red shaft started to immediately twitch and quiver as the gigantic gator taster squirmed and writhed all over it, rubbing everything from Akenhet’s knot to the pointed tip of his canine penis at a pace most tongues would be incapable of. The suction applied to his sheath by the big, scaly lips was also in a class of its own, constantly tugging at the stiff canine member as if Mukany wished to detach it from Akenhet’s body entirely. It took Mukany less than ten seconds to completely overwhelm the young jackal with his mouth. The noble pharaoh with his onyx fur was quickly reduced to a limp, twitching canine doll whose lower half spasmed with pleasure with each movement of the fat reptile’s tongue over and over and over again. The ruler of the desert was at the complete mercy of a mere performer. As much as he detested begging anything from anyone, Akenhet came dangerously close to doing so with the greedy alligator as his body simply couldn’t handle all the ecstasy it was in. That was, if he’d had the strength to even open his mouth at all. The sloppy lagoon within the reptilian muzzle grew too intense for Akenhet after only a few dozen seconds, and the powerful shudders of an orgasm soon ran through the delicate jackal’s onyx figure. Akenhet whimpered and reflexively brought his palms on top of Mukany’s snout, ejaculating hard and lots as the bigger male sucked him to completion against his will. Each strand of cum extracted from his malehood flooded his body with bliss, pushing forth a bittersweet feeling of humiliation, reminding Akenhet how little agency he had over his own ejaculation if and when the opposite party decided to get serious. But that was exactly what made the sensation of it so beautifully intoxicating. As much as he wished to look and sound like an absolute fool at that moment of ecstasy, Akenhet managed to maintain most of his composure, only ever whimpering and groaning through his teeth while his knotted fuck tool was milked for its fertile fluids by Mukany. He even managed to keep himself from making any embarrassing vocalization through the finale of Mukany’s oral act, where the big reptile pulled his dark hips against his sheath, scooping the throbbing jackal balls into his mouth with his tongue and essentially sucking the entirety of Akenhet’s genitals for all of its scent, flavor, and bodily substances. The whole of Akenhet’s lower body felt like pudding once he was eventually released from the moist grip of Mukany’s muzzle. He was even more exhausted than he had been after his second orgasm. Unable to maintain the tension in his spine, he began to slip from his fatty throne on the gator’s lap, being caught by Mukany’s big paws before gravity pulled him onto the floor. “Thank you for the meal, your highness… Oh my… I didn’t realize feeding me would take such a toll on you. Although you admittedly came the equivalent of an adult zebra warrior’s load in the span of a minute… That’s actually quite impressive for such a delicate-bodied male as yourself. Here… Let me set you down for a while.” Akenhet could only muster a weak grimace of disdain as the bigger male easily lifted him off his chest and laid him down next to the pool, using his tail to nudge the towel under the exhausted jackal’s head as a makeshift pillow. Mukany lounged down next to the immobile pharaoh, eagerly scanning the delicate canine’s bare body with his shiny blue eyes. Akenhet saw something big and phallic on the lower fringe of his view. As tempted as he was to look, he refused to give the alligator’s cock the attention it would most definitely have deserved. Mukany chuckled, gently tracing his index finger from Akenhet’s chin all the way down to his persistent erection. “Such a beautiful body… Certainly a worthy representation of your heritage. So fragile and elegant… And what soft fur as well.” Despite not being particularly fond of being probed this way, Akenhet chose not to reprimand the reptile. “Your highness… Would it bother you if I indulged myself a bit? Just a little something to pass the time while you regain your vigor.” Mukany asked mysteriously. Akenhet wasn’t too fond of his tone. “What I have in mind would not require you to exert yourself in the slightest… In fact, you wouldn’t have to move at all. You could just relax and enjoy yourself…” One of the alligator’s scaly fingers performed a playful twirl on Akenhet’s scalp. The paralyzed jackal was reluctant to agree. “You know… I’m only asking this out of courtesy…” Akenhet twitched, glancing at the ivory reptile’s mischievously smiling muzzle. “You and I both know the current you doesn’t have the strength to deny me anything… I was hoping you would be more enthused about this. Nevertheless, I hope you can forgive me for what I am about to do.” Akenhet’s limbs refused to move as the big alligator slowly stood up next to him. A small shiver of panic tickled the back of his neck as he watched the Mukany’s round abdomen looming over his torso. Yet, his pride still prevented him from asking the gator to cease. “Please don’t fret, your highness. I harbor no intentions to hurt you. I only seek to have my desires sated.” Akenhet was finally able to get a proper look at Mukany’s erect cock as it throbbed almost at the very center of his view. The uncircumcised alligator dick was longer and thicker than the onyx jackal’s forearm. Beyond the monstrous shaft, Akenhet saw a pair of blue eyes gazing down at him. He found the sensation of being gazed at in such fashion borderline insufferable. Alas, Akenhet didn’t have to endure the sympathetic look from Mukany for long, as the chubby reptile soon lifted his right foot and swung it onto the opposite side of the exhausted canine’s body. Akenhet swallowed involuntarily, now gazing up at the mountainous buttocks of the reptilian dancer, which nearly filled out his entire view as Mukany stood over his head. He was both aroused and frightened by the sight. “Hehe~ At least your lower half seems willing to participate.” Mukany chuckled, watching Akenhet’s red rocket erect itself yet again. “I wonder what might be the reason for that…” Mukany’s hands deftly slipped down along his flanks, rounding the giant rump cushions in an exaggeratedly sensual manner. Wedging both his index fingers at the fold between his glute and thigh, the hefty gator gave his ivory cheeks a well-deserved jiggle. Akenhet felt his balls clenching with desire as he watched the enormous mass of alligator ass quake and wobble above his head. The way the elastic fat swayed was hypnotic. “What might be the reason indeed…” Mukany chuckled, giving his right cheek a firm slap, bestowing the small jackal with the pleasure of observing how the motion got carried over to the chunky predator’s other cheek in a mighty ripple. Watching Mukany’s magnificent ass made Akenhet completely forget the disdain he had felt towards the alligator’s intentions just a moment ago. Now all he could think about was absorbing every single square inch of the huge reptilian rump with his eyes. He almost wished he could have observed the bountiful ivory orbs more closely. He soon realized he should have been more careful about what he wished for. “Then… Please excuse me, my Pharaoh…” Mukany got down on his knees faster than Akenhet would have expected from anyone the alligator’s size. The huge, meaty posterior was suddenly right above his face. It was all that Akenhet could see without even the slightest exaggeration. He shuddered, and his loins twitched with confusion and lust. A small tingle of fear danced on the back of his furry head as Mukany’s motives began to crystallize between his ears. “Don’t worry, your highness. I’ve sat on other canines smaller and more delicate than you, and none of them sustained any injuries. Just relax and let it happen. It’s better and safer that way. Just take a deep breath and…” Akenhet’s vision promptly went dark as Mukany plopped his gigantic behind on top of his flummoxed face. The supple, scaly spheres enveloped his entire head in an instant, flattening half of Akenhet’s upper body against the floor swiftly and unilaterally. The doughy mass of the gator cheeks forced the delicate jackal’s snout into the snug canyon that formed between them, hugging the dark muzzle tightly from both sides as the alabaster reptile ass spread against the unyielding surface of the chamber floor. The weight was overwhelming. It was on a scale that was difficult for Akenhet to even fully comprehend, much less comfortably support on top of his chest and face. His only saving grace in the situation was the impressive volume of Mukany’s behind, which made the weight spread out evenly across his wide posterior, making the pressure it exerted on anything underneath it survivable at the very least. Yet, there was no getting around the fact that Akenhet was completely and utterly trapped beneath the bigger, heavier male. Akenhet’s instincts told him to struggle. Acting on the high dosage of adrenaline the unfamiliar situation brought to his body, he attempted to move his shoulders and arms to no avail. His shoulders and chest were pressed against the hard floor so firmly that he couldn’t make them budge an inch. Summoning another burst of panic-fueled strength, he did eventually manage to move his arms, sliding them out from under the pillowy mass of Mukany’s cheeks. Or he would have, if the alligator’s ass wasn’t so immensely fat that it covered his arms even when they were extended to the sides, only leaving his forearms to stick out from beneath its massive volume. Akenhet tried to struggle some more, grasping onto Mukany’s butt with his paws and kicking with his legs, spending some further seconds completely wasting his efforts as the enormous reptilian rump would not move. Eventually, he was forced to yield by the crushing weight of the chubby lizard’s lower half. “I told you not to fight it… Although it was admittedly quite adorable watching you struggle for freedom.” Mukany’s muffled words only barely made it to Akenhet’s ears, which were blocked by the alligator’s gigantic rear end. The scaly dancer chuckled, gently shaking his rump as if to drive home that Akenhet was now helpless and at the mercy of the big, wobbly gator butt. Although he wasn’t a fan of forced submission, the smaller canine did know when to admit defeat. The noble jackal wasn’t at all used to being dominated, and the thought of being beaten by the backside of a commoner, no matter how erotic a body he possessed, vexed him greatly. Still, there was something intriguing in the sheer power contained in Mukany’s meaty glutes. As much as he had admired and lusted after its round form, feeling its weight over his own body gave Akenhet an entirely new perspective on the grandiose gator posterior. A perspective which unexpectedly increased his appreciation for just how devastating a pair of mating pillows the white reptile was rocking. Even if it was crushing him and making it hard for him to breathe, Akenhet could not bring himself to dislike such a magnificent ass. “All settled in? Splendid… I shall get started then.” The weight on top of Akenhet’s head started to fluctuate in a slow rhythm as the white alligator began slowly grinding his portly posterior against him. Akenhet’s heart began to beat faster as the chunky gator cheeks started squishing and kneading his upper body, doing whatever they pleased with his delicate figure, molding it like dough on the table of a baker. Akenhet’s muzzle, shoulders, and head were all dragged in whichever direction Mukany’s ass demanded them to, obeying the rhythmic movements of the wobbly orbs without a chance at resisting. Back and forth, side to side, around in a circle. The big fat booty mercilessly bent Akenhet to its every whim, using the pharaoh like a furry floor rag without a hint of remorse, slowly but surely working the desert monarch’s delicate muzzle deeper and deeper into Mukany’s scaly crease. Akenhet’s cock throbbed in confused ecstasy as the spankworthy reptilian rump rocked and wiggled on top of his face, smothering him with its heavy caresses. He was starting to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen in the gator’s cleft, but for some strange reason, the lightheadedness only amplified the rapture he felt about submitting to Mukany’s weight. Even though his body was still weak, his hips started involuntarily thrusting against nothing, and his paws greedily sank themselves into the supple flesh of Mukany’s scaly clappers. Mukany said something which Akenhet did not hear over the roaring of his own blood. A moment later, the weight on top of him increased, and he felt something soft and wrinkly brushing against the tip of his nose. The promiscuous pharaoh could recognize a reptilian sphincter, even when his surroundings were pitch black. Furthermore, he knew how reptilian tailholes needed to be treated. A loud, undulating moan echoed around the bathing chamber as Akehet indulged his royal tongue in the circular burrow hidden between the big alligator’s rump humps. Akenhet could feel the wide alligator ass surrounding him twitch and shudder as he dragged his canine taster across the hefty lizard spchinter directly above his snout. The orifice quivered frantically, contracting and relaxing in rapid succession as Akenhet licked and kissed its elastic surface with fervor. Akenhet experienced moderate satisfaction about the fact that his tongue acrobatics prompted the alligator to stop his hips, meaning his position beneath the bigger male was no longer purely of a submissive nature. Burying his muzzle even deeper into Mukany’s scaly crevice, Akenhet wasted no time in penetrating the fat scalie’s soft sphincter with his tongue. Another moan trembled around the dim chamber as the lusty Pharaoh drilled his royal tongue inside the ivory-scaled dancer’s ass, exercising the oral skills he had gathered from eating out his crocodilian guards over his adult life. Mukany’s trembling entrance tried to grasp the canine palate probe as it burst past its seal, but the circular muscle was forced into submission brutally and swiftly by Akenhet’s salivating taster. Extending it as deep as he could into the gator’s warm tail tunnel, Akenhet began making out with the giant tailhole, sucking and kissing the exterior of the gator rectum while whipping the walls of the roomy colon with his canine tongue. The reptilian dancer’s tailhole was surprisingly loose, even accounting for its enormous size. If one were to believe that the big lizard was indeed untouched, the sisters responsible for teaching him in bedroom arts must have given him one hell of a training. Imagining it aroused Akenhet greatly. Mukany eventually started moving his hips again, now mostly rocking them back and forth in a restless tempo, moaning loudly and lewdly ever so often. The reptilian tailhole started returning Akenhet’s smooches, pressing against the dark jackal’s mouth and nose whenever the gator leaned back, releasing soft noises of wetness as the pharaoh’s saliva drenched it further and further. It was shockingly erotic. Yet Akenhet wanted more. He wanted to feel more of Mukany’s ass. He wanted to fuck the chubby alligator, if not with his cock, then with his tongue and muzzle. And as his desires inflated, he started pushing his muzzle closer and closer to the quivering orifice already stretched wide by his tongue. Mukany ground his ass down far onto Akenhet’s furry face. The lusty pharaoh responded by shoving his muzzle upwards with as much force as he could muster in the stout grip of the gator’s giant cheeks. A surprised moan and a muffled gasp could be heard in the silence that soon fell into the bathing chamber. Akenhet’s furry snout had sunk inside Mukany’s tailhole. Akenhet opened his maw and huffed the humid air within Mukany’s colon, inhaling the raw scent of the big reptile’s insides straight from the source. His nostrils barely even registered any odor as the big, dilated alligator asshole started clenching and gnawing at his muzzle, trying to suck him further in or push him out while lacking the strength to properly do either. Mukany gasped and growled as Akenhet opened up his jaws even further, circling his snout on the squishy inside of the heavier male’s tailhole. Doing so felt extremely thrilling and deliciously perverted. As Akenhet continued stretching the humongous alligator ass out with his mouth, Mukany’s body began wobbling. The weight on top of Akenhet shifted slightly to the right, which enlightened the feasting Pharaoh about what the Mukany was doing. He had watched his guards and servants masturbate enough times to know how one’s body moved during said act of debauchery. Judging by how well the motion from Mukany’s arm was carried onto his hefty hips, one could judge that the gator was cranking it and cranking it hard. Soon enough, Mukany began pumping his backside yet again, shoving his tailhole onto Akenhet’s muzzle while continuing to jerk off on top of the royal jackal’s face. The elastic rectal orifice around Akenhet’s snout had begun to constrict in a more desperate rhythm, which the experienced reptile fucker knew to signal an approaching orgasm. Akenhet was also in the same boat, becoming more and more overwhelmed by his desire to fuck the squishy hole he had stuck his muzzle inside, desperately humping the air with his hips while Mukany shook his ass on his face. The air inside Mukany’s colon wasn’t particularly rich in oxygen, and the subtle threat of suffocation also drove Akenhet’s body to spill its seed with increasing promptitude. After a few intense moments of prolonged face-sitting, both males succumbed to the demands of their desires. Mukany’s tailhole tightened itself around Akenhet’s muzzle, squeezing itself shut with enough force to close the young jackal’s jaws. The rocking stopped, and Mukany started twitching in what Akenhet assumed was the rhythm of ejaculate pumping out of his giant gator cock. With the size of his flesh cannon and seed churns, Akenhet could only imagine what kind of eruption the chubby male’s cumshot must have been. But as much as he wished to have seen the spilling with his own eyes, his own ejaculation took precedence over everything else that could have occupied his thoughts or senses. Akenhet had almost never cum without direct stimulation of his canine goods, and now that he finally did, the sensation was shattering to say the least. He came hard and lots. Each seed-spewing throb of his crimson doggy dick flooded his loins with ecstasy. The pleasure tingled on the surface of his shaft, gouging his dark testes with each ousting of royal sperm while gradually seeping into his hips and spreading out to the rest of his body as an intoxicating warmth that was immensely addictive. The subtle asphyxiation Akenhet suffered with his muzzle stuffed up Mukany’s fat rump also played its part in enhancing the hands-free orgasm, increasing the satisfaction of each cum burst, and prolonging the climax to ensure all of Akenhet’s seed was extracted in the case he were to actually perish under the alligator’s enormous behind. As he was ejaculating, Akenhet heard Mukany’s big jaws snapping together. The sound produced by the big predator's mouth was loud and menacing. It wasn’t until the next few snaps synced up with the testicle-clenching pulsations of his cock, that Akenhet realized what the gator was doing. He was catching the cum serpents from midair, feasting on the potent canine goo in the middle of his own climax. The mental image of it was strangely arousing. Mukany remained seated on top of Akenhet’s head for a decent while after both their orgasms had already settled. And even when he did eventually move his massive behind, he seemed quite reluctant to do so. Or at the very least, his tailhole did, hanging onto Akenhet’s furry snout for as long as it could before gravity ultimately stole the pharaoh’s narrow muzzle from it. The lewd sound of broken suction was accompanied by a gasp. Akenhet was able to catch a glimpse of the winking alligator sphincter before it was swallowed up by the scaly cheeks that were lifted from his face. “I could have you executed for what you did just now…” Akenhet spoke between heavy breaths, getting to fill his lungs with fresh air after so long. “But now, that would be a real shame, wouldn’t it?” Mukany chuckled mischievously, brushing Akenhet’s right cheek with the side of his tail as he slowly stepped out of the jackal’s view. “It would… But one doesn’t often display such indignance in front of the Pharaoh and maintain the connection between their head and torso. I would prefer it if you didn’t make a habit out of it. You know what they say about testing the patience of a Pharaoh.” “I would be more inclined to believe your words if you hadn’t spilled your passions like a desperate pup by the end of it all…” Mukany laughed. Akenhet heard the reptile descending back into the pool behind him. “...I was able to enjoy it, yes. But that still doesn’t excuse your disobedience. Had I wanted you to sit on my face, I would have requested it.” “But then it wouldn’t have been as fun, would it?” Akenhet scoffed, slowly sitting up on the chamber floor. His eyes widened moderately as he saw the floor directly in front of his feet, which was covered in a copious splash of thick, cloudy substance extending multiple feet in all directions. It was almost as if someone had spilled a whole jug of cream or milk onto the floor. A singular sniff of the chamber air confirmed the substance as what any sane creature would have guessed it to be based on recent events. “I hope you’re not too upset with me, my Pharaoh…” Akenhet turned his head, witnessing Mukany emerging from the water and leaning over one of the pool’s turquoise edges. His big white tail curved seductively above his back as he showed off his round backside to the jackal, casting a flirtatious gaze at Akenhet over his left shoulder. “...Is there any way you could forgive me?” Mukany grasped his ass from both sides, spreading himself out for the royal canine, showing off the hungry gator hole which had devoured Akenhet’s muzzle. The invitingly pink ring of flesh winked at the jackal before Mukany let go of his cheeks, letting them fall back into their preferred position on his rump. The resulting wet slap echoed in the vast bathing chamber as if someone had just whacked a sack of grain with a whip as hard as they could. Akenhet didn’t answer Mukany. He slowly scooted himself to the edge of the pool and slipped into the eucalyptus-scented water. The sapphire alligator eyes licked his body as he made his way behind the illegally curvy reptilian posterior in silence. Mukany chuckled softly as the Pharaoh’s dark paws attached themselves to his ass, carefully kneading their jiggly shape just above the water surface. The gator didn’t react as the pair of curious paws gave his magnificent rear a couple of slaps, disturbing the scaly mounds from their equilibrium and making their elastic mass wobble uncontrollably. He also did not react when the paws wedged themselves into his deep, scaly cleft and spread his cheeks out with great effort. Mukany simply chuckled. The inviting tailhole of the bigger male winked at Akenhet as he uncovered it from behind Mukany’s cheeks, admiring the hungry gator hole with lusty eyes. His canine cock was quick to express its willingness to breed the alligator and his bottomless butt burrow, ejaculating a few sticky strings of pre onto the giant rear just from the visual alone. As usual, the young Pharaoh did not disagree with his cock. But while he was more than content to just feast on the sight and sensation of the bigger predator’s behind, Mukany quickly showed himself to be a bit more impatient than his new master. Akenhet barely even noticed Mukany’s thick, scaly tail moving around him, before it already curled behind his lower back and scooped him closer to the white buttocks. Akenhet’s hands ended up slipping away from the reptilian dancer’s shockingly heavy cheeks, and his cock was lovingly squished between the scaly rump mounds, which fell back into their place. Akenhet gasped, feeling his member throbbing restlessly in the weighty caress of the two reptilian fat orbs, the softness of which was unparalleled by any other scaly asses he had previously indulged himself in. Mukany didn’t need but give his hefty hips a gentle wiggle to make the onyx canine want to blow his royal load without ever penetrating the chubby scalie. But the Pharaoh wouldn’t have it that way. Grasping the base of Mukany’s sturdy tail, Akenhet forced himself deeper into the weighty caress of the monstrous cheeks, which were big enough to almost completely swallow the young jackal’s dark hips. Due to the sheer volume of the reptilian posterior, he had to angle his hips a couple of different ways before the tip of his length found its wrinkly target, but once it did, Akenhet wasted no time leaning himself against Mukany with all he had. The well-guarded lizard sphincter dilated as the firm shape of the swollen jackal cock pressed against it, barely putting up a fight against the anal intrusion once it finally happened. Akenhet gasped as the ring of reptilian rectal flesh devoured his entire length within just a couple of heartbeats, practically sucking his shaft into its fleshy embrace as soon as he had penetrated it. His knot bumped against the exterior of the gator anus before he even realized it, and had the fierce pleasure not completely paralyzed his body at that very second, there was a good chance Mukany’s ass would have swallowed it as well. Akenhet shuddered in the throes of bodily satisfaction as the big gator’s colon latched onto his canine shaft, squeezing the throbbing Pharaoh phallus with unexpected vigor. Akenhet’s instincts were telling him to knot the submitting lizard, demanding access to the pleasure sealed away in the girthy bulb at the base of his canine sex. As much as he wanted to give in to the feral reproductive urges tormenting his lower body, Akenhet felt inclined to resist the temptation for the shamefully selfish reason of prolonging his long-awaited mating with Mukany. Knotting one’s partner was usually a one-way trip to a canine climax due to both physiological and psychological reasons. Once the knot was in, it was difficult to get out, and the pleasure would be so overwhelming that it would almost certainly result in an orgasm. And Akenhet didn’t know if he wanted that just yet. However, the decision of ‘knot or not to knot’ wasn’t entirely in the Pharaoh’s control. Akenhet nearly barked as the tip of Mukany’s tail pressed against his lower back, introducing moderate but ramping pressure onto his loins, gradually pushing him further and further towards the bent alligator’s sphincter. He could do nothing but hold his breath as the fleshy orifice stretched to accommodate the widest part of his malehood, slowly sliding over the bulbous decoration of the swollen jackal cock, trembling ever so slightly. A soft chuckle and a sultry moan floated around the pool. The dark jackal hips nudged forward a few inches, and Akenhet stifled a howl inside his muzzle. “There we go… All the way… Inside…” Mukany sighed, flexing his glutes carefully while glancing at the trembling dark dog standing behind him in the pool. Akenhet shielded his face behind his palm, unsure what kind of expression was dominating his muzzle. With the raw amount of pleasure hammering his genitals, it couldn’t have been anything befitting of a Pharaoh. The bristles of an imminent climax were already dancing on the surface of his shaft, and his knot was swelling rapidly to its breeding proportions on the better side of the submitting lizard’s tailhole. He was trying desperately to combat the hot impulses that attempted to move his furry loins and was only a few threads away from caving in. “Please proceed, my Pharaoh… Breed me as hard as you like. Show me that all those rumours about your bedroom prowess were, in fact, true. I know you want to…” Mukany’s sensually whispered words made Akenhet lose control of his body for a decisive split-second, which allowed his desires to assume full control. In affront to his canine nature, he pulled his hips away from the base of Mukany’s tail, squeezing his knot outside the scaly sphincter against its wishes. The bittersweet satisfaction of it made him gasp and shudder while streaks of pre poured into the alabaster alligator’s trembling tail tunnel. Before the pleasure of the de-knotting had even fully washed over Akenhet, he threw his hips back against Mukany’s fat rump, stuffing the swollen lovelock of tautened flesh back to where it belonged. The sensation of the stretchy orifice enveloping the thickest part of his member was just as pleasure-inducing as it had been the first time, if not even more. In any case, it was enough for Akenhet to lose it. The water of the pool started splashing and rippling as the small jackal started fiercely knot-fucking the bigger male predator. Akenhet’s delicate, furry hips slammed into the enormous mass of reptilian ass with increasing momentum, sending waves across the twin spheres of gluteal fat, while the throbbing speartip of canine sex continuously pistoned in and out of the snug tunnel hiding in their fatty caress. The pool began to echo with the lusty whimpers of a mating pharaoh, the satisfied moans and sighs of his scaly lover, and the utterly sinful noises produced by the carnal act they both took part in. Mukany’s tailhole was perfect for knotfucking, almost as if it had been made with canine mating in mind. The big sphincter was just loose enough for Akenhet to drag his knot out from its grasp with maintainable consistency, while also providing enough resistance to make each knotting feel earned and satisfying. Fucking it felt so incredibly addicting. The canine knot popped in and out of Mukany’s tailhole with each thrust, sending devastating shudders of satisfaction all over Akenhet’s onyx hips, fueling his inner canine further and further. After only half a minute of intense anal mating, he was nothing more than a whimpering, panting dog, breeding his beloved bitch, who just happened to be a chubby alligator. And it felt good to breed him. Akenhet fucked his chubby alligator bride with everything he had, slamming his hips into the canyon between his cheeks over and over again while every single square inch of his genitals screamed for a climax. The pressure was building up behind his knot and inside his balls, growing exponentially with each thrust he delivered into Mukany’s frantically squirming colon. It was all becoming too overwhelming for him. For reasons his lust-clouded mind was unable to fully comprehend, Akenhet awkwardly climbed on top of Mukany’s wobbly behind. Hooking his legs around the rotund reptile’s hips, he proceeded to pound to the scaly ass from above, losing himself in a combination of his own canine instincts and the merciless pleasure ravaging the entirety of his delicate body. Humping the big, white water predator with the desperation of a dog in heat, Akenhet eventually capitulated to the mounting urges of his royal physique. He winced as he knotted Mukany one final time, feeling how a wave of ejaculate rushed up his urethra and subsequently escaped his cock with enormous pressure. His chest pounded, and his loins twitched as the incredibly swollen canine rocket expelled his royal seed in violent bursts, pumping the roomy alligator ass full of liquid puppies in a matter of seconds. Akenhet was shocked he still had so much impregnation ammunition left in his testes after his three previous orgasms. But he didn’t complain, and neither did his lover. Mukany voiced a moan much deeper than what Akenhet had previously heard from him. His tailhole promptly clamped down on the spasming pharaoh dick, preventing the black jackal from pulling out without his consent. The writhing tail tunnel wrenched the seed-spilling canine cock in all directions, squirming and convulsing like crazy as the climax of the anal mating helped Mukany reach the apex of his pleasure. His big white jaws snapped violently a few times prior to his big, soft body getting caught in intense tremors, which made his entire frame tremble. The water between Mukany’s legs became cloudy as he unleashed another monstrous load of reptilian cum from his gargantuan breeder. Akenhet could have sworn he heard the thick fertility liquid jetting into the water of the pool, as there was no doubt the huge alligator also came very hard from the rectal creampie. “How was it, your highness? Was I able to satisfy you?” Mukany asked, clenching his hole around Akenhet’s cock even after it had stopped twitching. “...Did you wish to stoke your own ego by asking me what you already know to be true?” Akenhet returned the gator’s question, hastily reassuming his usual noble composure. “...Perhaps. But mostly I just wanted to hear a verbal confirmation from your highness. Was that too selfish of me?” Akenhet allowed his breathing to settle for a few seconds. His cock remained fully lodged inside Mukany’s tailhole with neither his knot or the white alligator’s sphincter showing any signs of breaking their lewd union any time soon. Even after he was done ejaculating, it felt so insanely good inside the fatty reptile’s rump. “...I suppose no. If anything, I would consider you worthy of any praise that you might request from me with that kind of performance.” Akenhet sighed, leaning his furry body against Mukany’s sturdy tail. “It makes me dreadful about what kind of proposal your former master is about to present me with tomorrow. I’m certain the Emir knew how much I would enjoy myself with a lizard like you.” “Do you regret accepting me as a gift?” “...Not in the slightest. At least not right now. Tomorrow… I might feel differently about this arrangement.” “I’m happy to hear that…” Mukany chuckled, deftly climbing out of the pool with Akenhet still securely locked onto his plump backside. Struck by a fit of panic, Akenhet grasped the alligator’s tail with both arms as the large reptile crawled his way onto the tan tiles of the chamber floor. There wasn’t much the smaller jackal could do as the bigger male sat down, pinning him under the weight of his scaly body again. Before Akenhet knew it, the vast alligator ass was spilling all over his lap, flattening against the floor and his hips while Mukany straightened his back, glancing at the smaller canine over his left shoulder. His eyes were mischievous. “And if that is the case… We'd better make the most of this night. When you can still indulge yourself in me with no regrets.” The hefty predator chuckled. “It also seems that I have developed somewhat of an appetite for your cock. It is my first, after all… And like I told you earlier, the appetite of an alligator is not that easily quenched… As my master, it is your responsibility to keep me fed.” Akenhet whimpered as Mukany abruptly clenched his hole around his cock. “Just now, that was a delectable appetizer… But I’m still hungry for the main course.”