A Kingly Lineage
There are ways to end a dynasty, many ways
Commission for Arcane Akuno (FA)
A Kingly Lineage
There are ways to end a dynasty, many ways
Grunts and groans. Huffs and puffs.
The attitude inside the cells was definitely not befitting the caged nobles there. Nor a King whose name, land, and even title had been stripped. Even his crown had been stolen, taken away, while the ‘just return’ was a sore pain in his genitals.
A pain many a man has experienced in his life when the needs for earthly pleasure are unmet. However, that pain, here, was worse. Intensified and exacerbated to a fault. To the point of searing the mind with an unjust and deviant order: please yourself.
So here was Erksor.
Fifth of his lineage, producer of a valuable heir, and the conqueror who’d expanded his kingdom twice its size before losing it.
The old Lizardfolk was still a hulking male, with broad shoulders and enormous arms covered in bronze scales. His eyes, glimmering gold, were focused on the stroking motion of his uncut cock, which he pulled up and down with a yearning unfeigned.
His breathing was ragged, obviously. But the pleasure, the satisfaction, the release?
Oh, they seemed to elude him while his testicles, held in a leathery scrotum, were each adorned with glimmering purple runes etched onto the very skin.
A curse? A boon?
Either way, his hands continuously went to his genitals, touching them, exploring them, yanking and cranking until his heart burned and his lungs ached.
But was he about to cum? It was always close, so close with his precum dripping onto the floor… Even at that moment.
Even when a pair of eyes looked at him with disdain and amusement.
“Are… you… Satisfied with your torment?” grunted Erksor, his serpentine tongue slithering.
“Pretty much. I came to see my favorite prisoner,” replied a voice with a calm demeanor, collected… With each word articulated with a pause in between.
A trait befitting the Loxodons.
Massive Elephant men; they were creatures of might and wisdom, yet with a slow diction. But that one? Ulolon? He was a dangerous one. An individual whose mere presence had started a rebellion had thrown down many nobles. Thrown down the Empire Erksor has been building.
“Get… Get away,” grunted Erksor, still stroking his cock.
“Don’t you want to hear about your son? It was smart of you to hide him in another country.”
Erksor’s fingers stopped. He pulled back while his cock still pointed outward… While his testicles throbbed and ached, and the purple marks on them seemed to grow, to claw their way deeper into his flesh and higher along the scrotum.
“Wh-What have you done?!” roared Erksor, jumping away from the dirty cot to the bars, holding them with his protruding erection in between. And he eyed the Loxodon…
Before the Loxodon turned his head away and beckoned someone with his trunk.
“If you hurt him, I’ll escape and kill you,” said Erksor, spitting and shouting.
“Hurt him? Why would I hurt my new queen?” asked Ulolon, his voice unctuous.
His eyes had a faint glimmer of malice and magic when the beckoned presence and a copy of Erksor appeared. Bronze scales, broad shoulders, the same puffy, thorny beard… And yet, naked… And Different.
Different in the way the Lizardfolk held his head low, moved with a tottering gait… Or held onto his belly, he stroked while the Loxodon welcomed him, stroking one of those pert nipples that already delivered a luscious bead of milk.
“Son… Erkon. Is… is that you?” mumbled Erksor, his voice trembling at the sight. His body shaky, with his knees trembling as he saw the son he’d prepared for War, trained until he was an example of Lizardfolk perfection, look so… Weak. And meek. And broken.
“Father,” replied Erkon, shaking his head and finally meeting eye to eye.
It was definitely his eyes, the same gaze… One that had been filled with rage on the day Erksor disposed of his traitorous mother.
“Erkon! You must escape! You must protect our lineage! Whatever he says, do not listen! Our people… Our name must survive.”
“It is too late,” calmly said Ulolon.
A remark that was met with a glare from Erksor, who pressed his body further, as if he could free himself.
“Shut up! You brought him to threaten me! I- I will never publicly abdicate.”
“Father-“
“Erkon! Flee! You must… You must undo the curse he’s inflicted on you! If you find my helpers, they will provide you poison and gold to escape and-“
“Father!”
Erkon’s voice cut through, making Erksor gulp and stop…
Stop while he saw Ulolon’s calloused fingers reach for Erkon’s belly, cupping it while he had his gutsy belly pressed against Erkon… While the barely covered erection from the Loxodon was pressing against his Son’s posterior.
“Father… I abdicated. I did it publicly because it is time to end this war.”
“No… No… That can’t be. This has to be an illusion. A trick. You… This is a spell. Is it?!”
“It is the very truth,” said the Loxodon, suave while his trunk wrapped around Erkon’s throat, closed on it. Almost choking the lizard, though he was calm. No, enjoying this enough for Erkon’s erection, as impressive and lengthy as Erksor, to ascend, to bob, to drip.
“Erkon has abdicated. Yet, instead of killing him. I offered him a choice. To become my queen and help me produce a legitimate heir,” said Ulolon.
“H-Heir?” replied Erksor, laughing nervously. “It’s… It’s stupid! My- My- son!”
“Your son already bears our eggs. Weak, but ours,” said Ulolon, his fingers stroking that heavy belly, pushing against the muscles and scales… Just to make Erkon sigh and then moan… A moan quickly silenced in a kiss.
One forceful kiss with the Loxodon’s tongue pushing deep within the Lizardfolk’s throat, enough to make it bulge and that thorny beard inflate.
Yet, no pain. Only a pleasure while Erkon’s erection continued to bob and drip… And spray on the ground, even when Ulolon had his fingers drifting from Erkon’s belly to his posterior, posterior he massaged and kneaded.
“This… This is disgusting!” roared Erksor. “This… You are no son of mine!”
“I told you,” whispered Ulolon back, pulling Erkon’s face away just for a moment. A moment in which the Lizardfolk seemed bashful, with his tail between his legs.
“Yes. It… You win the bet,” mumbled Erkon as he turned.
“The bet… What are you talking about? Erkon? What… What are you doing? What are you doing?! ERKON! ANSWER ME!”
“I must do what’s necessary,” replied Erkon, while Ulolon was satisfied.
No, elated as the young heir turned his back on his father and reached for the Loxodon’s white buttoned shirt to yank it open. The buttons flew while the Loxodon’s hairy chest, covered with white hair, was exposed… And so was the prominent belly Erkon touched and stroked. Meanwhile, Ulolon huffed but glanced at Erksor, chuffed.
Chuffed while his trunk stroked the back of Erkon’s head…
Erksor’s beard inflated and grew black from rage. But his erection remained… Even as he looked at his Son, his Spawn, his very Blood, squat like a promiscuous whore in a brothel, using Ulolon’s wide legs and belly as a support to steady him.
He presented his back to Erksor… And showed that posterior, muscular… That orifice once the tail was lifted away.
An orifice that was definitely swollen, with the red flesh showing signs of usage… Enough for even a small gap to be present, and for the orifice to have a shimmer in the light from the many sconces. And a smell… A sweet, familiar smell.
“The truth is, Erksor, we made a bet with your Son. He wouldn’t believe you’d refuse his genuine attraction to men. That you would accept him even if it meant putting your lineage in the balance,” said Ulolon, satisfied as his belt was undone and his pants open.
So sprang his erection, his shaft that was flared and protruding from the sheath. It glimmered, too, and was covered with a sheen that made it attract the eyes as it slapped the top of Erkon’s face. And yet, Erkon didn’t seem to bother as he went to kiss the underside and lick it, not daring to look at his Father.
“This is a lie! My- My son wouldn’t dare to betray our blood! My Heir is a proud male that should sire women! That should spread our lineage!” roared Erksor.
“See, I told you,” commented Ulolon, stroking Erkon’s head. “He won’t budge. It’d be so simple if he accepted us for who we are.”
“This is futile! You… You brought a tramp! Yes! It has to be one!”
“If he only accepted you. He would have been free… And instead, you lose, my love. But I shall make it painless for you,” gloated Ulolon… Before his eyes turned to Erksor, a smile visible on that face… And his hand raised. A hand glowing with magic.
Erksor instantly recoiled, but it wasn’t timely enough. No, he roared as he sensed his testicles flare with pain… As if thousands of needles pierced them, and he bent his knees, while his erection lessened for a moment, while the glow on his nuts grew.
“See, Erksor. I offered your Son to free you if you accepted us. But in exchange, if you refused… There would be no need to keep such a polluted presence in our lineage.”
“What nonsense… is this?” groaned Erksor, feeling the piercing pain grow and truly impact both testicles.
But as the question was asked, Erksor’s genitals were more painful. Pierced by so many needles.
So many, they were making him hiccup and then drop. He dropped to his knees, to his scraped legs, while he watched his Spawn continue to squat while reaching for the Loxodon’s testicles to caress them, while his mouth and head were steadily passing along the lower part of the Loxodon’s shaft, akin to a caress. A lick.
And then… Erkon’s mouth was against the flare, giving it a shameful lick while Ulolon had that gloating laugh.
“I wish I could have spared my new family. But the law is the law.”
“Yes,” replied Erkon sheepishly.
Erksor? He continued to observe one direction then the other, frowning.
Then, he shook his head and howled, the pain in his testicles worse. So terrible, he had to hold on to the bars of his prison not to fall and hit the floor. But as he held them and lowered his gaze, he saw…
His Son’s pucker opened and closed, winking while the substance inside seeped through, coating the shimmering pink, the scaly taint, and then the low-hanging testicles with the marks on them. The same markings as Erksor.
“You… You cursed him.”
“I cursed you through him,” said Ulolon, his trunk patting the top of Erkon’s head before he guided the Lizardfolk to open his mouth and… To have that flare, that enormous flare, pressed through his lips and between his teeth.
It was comparable to stuffing one’s throat, to filling it with so much food it was indecent. But none seemed dissatisfied if Erksor, as he grunted, grimaced, and tried to look aside, only for the pain in his testicles to soar.
“Tttt,” began Ulolon, clicking his tongue. “You must watch the end of your future.”
“I- I won’t see that tramp… Please you.”
“No. That ‘tramp’ is my Queen. And that cunt will give birth to my future sons while your pride will be consumed.”
“C-CONSUME?” asked Erksor, blinking and recoiling, slipping and sitting on his posterior, his mouth ajar.
Ulolon? He gloated, chuckling while, lower, Erkon was audibly choking on the shaft. That throat was wide, and that mouth definitely snapped open. But even then, breathing was arduous, and the sound was like a suction as the shaft descended lower.
And lower… And lower.
Guided by the trunk pushing against the back of Erkon’s head, making the Lizardfolk’s snout press against that fatty love triangle under that fatty belly. And then take a deep breath.
No fight. No opposition. No conflict. Nothing but a blissful gurgle from the Reptile as his tail wagged while not covering that exposed butthole that continued to wink faster and faster.
“Consume… Or I should make an example,” said Ulolon, raising one finger with the tip glowing purple.
One movement, and Erksor saw his Son’s asshole being spread by a faint purple finger. It was almost translucent, practically impossible to peer at. But it was a finger, one that pulled on the rim, forced it… And then kept it wide open while the Lizardfolk’s posterior kept trying to close despite the digit holding it open.
Meanwhile, the tattoo around Erkon’s testicles shifted, with strands stretching over the scales, like purple tendrils, going upward towards the Lizardfolk’s exposed taint, right to that asshole before the tendrils ended inside it… As if the asshole itself had been tattooed.
“Sorcery!” cried Erksor.
“This is nothing yet,” said Ulolon, as he wagged his glowing finger.
And then, Erkon pushed.
The Lizardfolk was groaning, huffing, pushing against Ulolon’s belly. He yanked his head back, only for the trunk to secure it. He was fighting.
Erkon was fighting back against that bastard, against that criminal. And yet, he was losing the battle of strength while his body was shuddering.
“Do not worry, love. This is the first time,” said the Elephant, looking down on Erkon before his eyes went on Erksor. “Admire.”
Admire.
It was an order, and Erksor’s nuts hurt, burned as he was forced to look at his Son’s orifice. Watching… The orifice clench and something to slip through. To crown. An egg, pearly white if not for the purple tendrils wrapped around it.
Meanwhile, Erkon’s scrotum was yanked tighter and closer to his abdomen, his low-hangers bouncing up and down while his legs widened and… Then, the egg was pushing through.
It was slow; it was steady. The sphincter opened and closed in rhythm, mirroring Erkon's movements as his hips thrust back and forth.
Each time, the egg seemed to creep outward a little further. It pushed a bit further… And then, as the wider part of the oblong egg was pushing through, the surrounding tendrils seemed to stretch. To shift… And then…
Snap
Snap?
The sound was absurd. But Erksor definitely heard it before he felt like something was drilled into his testicles. Before, through the sheer pain, he felt something else. Something coaxed out of him: an ejaculation. He was in pain, ragged, panting.
In spite of this, he was cumming. He was cumming so much, it was as if he’d been satisfied by no concubines in the last ten years.
He came as if he were a flood. No pleasure, but only a following contraction, while Erkon seemed to relax.
And then… The sighing, huffing, and groaning Erksor saw it… He heard his Son moaning while a puddle of cum was between his son’s legs. Between his own, too.
Then, Erksor saw his Son’s orifice remained agape, with the strands still reaching inside. The egg itself was covered with glowing markings but seemed healthy.
As for him… As for Erksor, he felt weaker. Drained.
“Dark… Dark magic.”
“Yes,” said Ulolon, his voice suave as he stroked Erkon’s cheeks, while the Lizardfolk continued to choke on his cock. “Drain spells are mainly used to make people immortal. But what if all that vigor and power… Is given to a new life?”
“This… This is monstrous,” cried Erksor, recoiling and trying to drag himself again.
Snap!
It happened again, with Erkon groaning and cumming while the egg almost shot through his rim… Leaving it gaping and open and dripping while the purple egg was covered with slime.
All the while, the two Lizardfolk groaned and then cried. The two had their erections going stiff before they shot, before their cumshots spilled on the ground, and then, they were suddenly left alone… Their bodies tense and shivering.
Erkon’s orifice was wide open now… But Erksor, he felt… He felt like he was too weak. Too drained to cum again. And yet.
“You’re! You’re murdering me for… Half-bloods!” cried Erksor, angry tears in his eyes.
But as he met eye to eye with the Loxodon’s, he only saw an intense malice.
“I drained your strength… Only your virility is needed, now,” said Ulolon, his fingers on Erkon’s shoulders. Soon, the Lizardfolk produced a whole distinct sound. Chugging? He was swallowing something, and the movements of his abdomen and chest were definite proof.
But Erksor could only look his captor in the eyes and saw that… Delight.
“My queen has produced four eggs. I am quite lucky. You had enough strength for two eggs… But you have two more ‘eggs’ worth of life between your legs, hmm?”
Erksor’s eyes widened as he turned, as he tried to scramble to his feet to go to the back of the cell. As if the distance could undo the spell, as if the distance could protect him.
He turned, twisted, gritted his teeth while his testicles soared with pain from thousands of needles going in.
He screamed, he spat, he almost threw up as he was finally afoot and taking one step forward.
Snap!
The former King stumbled forward on the tiles, scraping his legs, arms, and chin in the fall. But worse was his ego, as his lower body wasn’t answering his orders. Instead, he felt the fiery burn inside his groin. As if something had lit his organs on fire. Precisely one testicle.
Yet, he came. He came while listening to his Son, his heir, gurgling on the cock of the very same monster who’d undone his kingdom and was now undoing his lineage.
He heard the egg roll free, covered in slime, before it hit the other two eggs lying in a puddle of fluid.
He came and groaned, his fingers planting on the tiles while sickening shudders took his body. He felt sick; he was sick. One part of him had been consumed, taken away against his will.
Even …. Even if he could feel that his right testicle had been taken, he could still feel the thousand needles piercing through as he spat… And then curled up, just so he could… He could hold onto his scrotum, see the normally sized testicle in his palm, while the second was so small, shriveled, drained.
“You… You monster!” cried Erksor, his eyes wet and bloodshot as he turned to the Loxodon, seeing that devious smile as he wagged his finger.
“I only returned justice. But do not worry. I plan to have your grandson visit you, while I will teach them how to treat their people.”
“I will not allow tha-“ Snap
Erksor’s cries died in his mouth, his eyes rolling.
That was worse, much worse than before… His upper body dropped as he had his last organ, his last testicle, consumed. He felt it in his palm, warm like a charcoal… Only to shrink, to be lighter, to shrivel against his palm until it was but another dried raisin…
All the while, his cock burst with life and exploded, shooting three creamy white shots… His last shots, fertile, virile… But wasted on the ground as he was curled up.
He felt weak; he was weak… And he’d been weakened, his body drained while he had to listen to his Son’s moans… Sucking and swallowing loads after loads from the laughing Loxodon.