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"So I had to tell him, 'okay, if you want to be forgiven, just lug me back to the kingdom, no questions asked', and he totally believed me!"

Skarlath's laughter echoed in the depths of his personal quarters as he pulled back a large bottle of beer from his muzzle. He sighed heavily, the bitter liquid refreshing him just a bit to continue the story of his day. The red furred wolf flicked his mane of blue hair to the side as he looked across the massive round table that stood as the centerpiece of his room. The brick laid castle had many spacious rooms, but Skarlath took to many precautions as to make this one his own. The wolf suffered many days where he needed some time to get away from his work and decompress. The thought of taking out the anger on anyone else didn't seem terribly right for someone responsible for essentially being king of a realm. At the very least, he had certain folks he could share his space with.

The room itself was large enough to house several families if walls were erected to make small apartment spaces. Each bit of the room had been decorated with various couches and other furniture, televisions as well as a 'small' bar where the wolf had rows upon rows of endless drinks and mixes with a counter near it for maximum effect. The ceiling itself was made close to two or more stories high for Skar's larger than life moments that included himself or his friends. He stood at the head of the round table, said company scattered about across the table in various seating for their unique sizes, which was another thing the wolf kept in mind when designing the room.

"Sir, I think it would be better to cease with the jokes. If I recall, I had to spend time with the poor demon that collided into you to make sure that you were indeed playing a trick on them," Artemis sighed. The platinum furred lion let out a detested grunt as he gave Skarlath a look that told him he should clearly know better for someone in such great power. Of course, the wolf simply gave him a hearty smile in return. Artemis played with the nozzle of the bottle between his bulky finger paws before he chugged down some more of his Red Moon beer. Artemis leaned back in his chair, the muscled feline patting down his nonexistent clothing. Considering he ran around the castle in his work uniform as an army seneschal for the king sitting at the head of the table as well as various other duties, he found it hard pressed to follow Skar's one rule for being in his personal spaces. Clothing was completely optional except for underwear if one needed it so much. The platinum maned lion wasn't shamed by the idea, his overly muscular frame was very obvious underneath the mass of fur and mane of his. Considering that Skarlath more often times than not pranced around the castle in nothing but a tight black speedo, he didn't see a point in subjecting himself and the others into this. However, they didn't seem to mind the rule all that much. The platinum lion had some sense of modesty and wore nothing but a bright blue speedo that clung to his broad hips. Skar told him that it made his ass stick out that much more and was complimented on the color considering the wolf had a nice view being almost a foot shorter.

"Eh, let him live a little. For being a king of hell, he's surprisingly upbeat," Roan retaliated. The naked Clydesdale horse sat to Skar's opposite side, sporting nothing but a pair of tight workout shorts that clung to his legs like a second skin. Roan was a horse of many things; he was able to appreciate the light comedy that Skar brought up on their little group every so often. While he never said it out loud, he always thought that Artemis was a bit too uptight due to his straight arrow work ethic. Regardless, as the stallion worked as a seneschal of Skar's, he knew that the attitude was just a side effect of ordering people around all the time. Roan had the same duties, but being a seneschal was surprisingly relaxing, which allowed some down time, as well as keeping a fit body. It also allowed him to show off the results whenever possible as one of the ones behind Skar's "no clothing" rule. The muscle-bound Clydesdale was the largest of the group in sheer muscle size and height, which he could blame his stallion and demonic blood for. His demonic side was also responsible for his deep black fur and streaks of red across his mane as well as the blood red eyes that gleamed in Artemis' direction. Roan took a deep gulp of the keg of beer in his hand and clacked his hooves together, making the bulge concealed by the table and his tights to wobble at times, nudging against the underside.

"Come on, am I right, Brock?" Roan smiled at the last member of their little group.

The third largest of their group could only grunt in response. The long haired badger blacksmith was the third largest, with Skar as the shortest, but hewas also the least defined of the group in terms of muscle. While Brock clearly sported arms that bulged with thick, supportive muscle alongside his broad shoulders and thick traps, down south laid a plush, yet thick and doming belly that nudged against the table every so often. The entire thing would jostle as he chugged down the bottles that Skar had made for Brock to use as his own cups. In the way of clothing, Brock normally kept himself as barely clothed as possible except for a loincloth that hung around between his legs. It was more for the sake of keeping others from peeking than for his sake. The badger's equipment freely swung and most of the time, he didn't care if folks saw or not.

"See, that's a yes." Roan said.

Artemis let out a snort and rolled his eyes in response as he turned his direction over to Brock for a confirmation. All the large badger did was shrug his impossibly wide shoulders as he set his empty keg on the table, fetched another one from behind him and started drinking again.

"Come on guys, this isn't a place for arguing, I called us all here so we could enjoy each other's company. And maybe a bit more," Skar said with a smile. Everyone seemed to quiet down afterwards as they sipped, chugged, or obliterated their drinks and went on to the next one.

"My king, I know you're rather...flippant with your partners, but I do think you could have picked better if you had to include Roan." The lion snickered as he snapped open another bottle. The lion's arms flexed and bulged slightly, forcing his fur to spread and become taut from the simple action until he got the bottle cap off.

"Aww, come on, I'm not that bad!" Roan retaliated. He kicked the table with a broad hoof before he stood up and playfully flexed his arms. The luscious black fur spread apart upon the entrance of his monstrous peaks of muscle flaring up. His chest flared in tandem as well, the stallion going through a pose or two with the bottle in his hand. "Right, Skar?" Roan glanced towards the wolf, who had been staring quite unceremoniously at the Clydesdale's bulging biceps and chest. It didn't take long for him to simply stare downward, making Roan smile in delight as he swayed his hips. His tights strained and creaked as the beast inside wobbled and jostled around at every motion before he sat down in triumph.

"If you could showboat less, I'd be inclined to agree," Brock's grunted, almost catching everyone off guard. The badger rarely spoke at times outside his work that some assumed he was a mute. Roan deflated in his seat slightly, prompting a respectable, but still very obvious chuckle from Artemis. Everyone shared a laugh for a few moments before the conversation turned to something else.

Skarlath leaned back on his chair as everyone devolved into their own little talks about their days. It made him happy that the idea about a private space went along so well recently. When it came to being responsible for an entire realm, Skar never had much time to himself to do much of anything other than sleep and staving off his urges. And even that was proving to be hard to find time for. At the very least, merry drink and friends was something he could try to make constant.

As the drinks piled up, the talks became more and more detailed with a bit of buzzed attitudes.

"Seriously, do you know how incompetent demons can be? I feel like a babysitter at times!" Artemis roared, slamming down a huge mug down on the table. The table itself had been a battlefield of empty drinks, each one bigger than the last while Brock's count lay behind him as several kegs and then some. The lion spoke in a much more gruff tone that still carried his sense of authority.

"Try sending the bastards out to battle. One of these days I'm just gonna snap one in half, bah...Don't know how to use any weapons, the lot of em," Brock slurred. He currently had a bottle in his hand as he spoke before he slowly drank the last bit of it and chucked it over behind him where it fell with a shatter. The badger rubbed his belly, the doming circumference of it casually pressing against the table every time he leaned forward.

Roan seemed to just laugh and nod in agreement, even though he didn't have much to say in the matter. Skarlath did the same as well. The numerous amount of alcohol clearly pumped the events of tonight further than he could have thought. No one seemed truly drunk out of their minds, but a lot of things were being said that the red wolf didn't think would have been said if they were in any way sober, even if it were just complaints about being stressed at their place of work in the castle.

"Jeez, sounds like you guys need something to de stress," Roan suggested. "Maybe Brock can give us massages or something."

"Or maybe just fuck the stress away!" Skar piped up afterwards, swishing back his beer a bit. It wasn't much of a joke as it was an idea spinning around in his mix of minor lust and alcohol in his veins. Part of the reason he asked that his friends go naked was to quite obviously stare and ogle as much as he wanted to in a space where everyone felt comfortable. As such, the beer was making it really hard to not suggest the idea since they were all here and all naked.

Everyone seemed to ponder the idea for a few moments. At least until Roan was the first to start off. He stood up from the table and moved Skar's seat enough for him to go on his knees and press his lips onto the red wolf's muzzle. Enormous black arms wrapped themselves along Skar's torso, the sound of their sudden kissing filling the room along with several 'whoops' and cries of laughter. Normally, Skarlath would have pushed Roan off if he had the strength, but it'd been much too long for any action for him to say no. The massive Clydesdale pressed himself upon the wolf, pectorals flaring and mashing together. Each deep breath and snort was accentuated by a slurp of the tongue and roam of their burly digits.

Skar's hands eagerly found themselves tugging off Roan's tights, which were like a second skin at this point. The horse's pole had already been pulsing and throbbing underneath the stretchy fabric, leaving it incredibly indented enough for Skar to rub and grind at it with most of his lower torso. Even with the seat factored, Skar barely came up to Roan's chest, his bulge simply spilled along his lap and then some The two wiggled about in the chair as Roan's hooves clacked along the ground as he adjusted himself. The two over muscled males ground and kissed fervently, their shafts only held by stringy clothing. Before long, the red wolf succeeded in his mission and finally removed the offending pieces of fabric, letting himself and his pride push and frot along with the titanic pole of equine meat in front of him.

Pre began to flow from Roan's shaft, the pure length of it making it nudge against the underside of his chest whilst Skar's deep black cock pressed against the base of that enormous stallion mea. Their make out continued once Roan picked up the small muscled wolf, both shafts now grinding together at the head as Skar was caressed by massive equine biceps and forearms flexing along his waist. Things resumed to get sloppier as their tongues were occasionally freed from their muzzles only to lick around and wrestle with another before going right back in without issue. Pre splattered against Skar's chest and torso, each pulse and throb of that enormous stallion cock making him groan into their kiss. Even while Roan had been sitting, that pole was as tall as he was and almost as wide by a few feet. He swayed his hips, grinding his flared knot up against the behemoth in front of him.

"Fuck, it seems bigger than usual..." Skar groaned. He parted from Roan's mouth for a moment, if only to admire the pure girth and length of the monster in front of him. His hands caressed the flared cockhead as it gushed pre outward down the surface like a faucet left open. He couldn't see the two cum factories that made this thing function, but the pungent smell of musk and the extreme warmth past his legs told him that they had to be bigger than normal, possibly as large as the chair he sat in.

"Well, it's been a while, I can say that much, sir~" Roan chuckled as he dove right back into those lips. He gently nibbled along Skar's lower lips, the horse rumbling heavily. His chest vibrated with enough strength that the wolf felt it right through the drooling pole situated between them. Those broad, bulky digits of Roan's soon began to explore the curves and valleys of Skar's back. He groped and squeezed his shoulders, soon arriving at his flared lats, his fur warm to the touch until he finally arrived at his destination. He gave an almost possessive honk to Skar's muscled ass. Both cheeks flexed and flared outward against his hand, the wolf's tail slightly raised upward.

"Hey, how's about we get a turn, I want in on this!" Artemis grumbled.

"Jus hold on a sec." Roan snorted. "I want my fill of 'im before you get yours...." Roan kissed Skar once more, both hands grabbing at that bubble butt and keeping him aloft from that alone. Veins gently pumped along his arms as he kept the wolf aloft for his ravenous, fervent kissing. The more the beast between them pumped and spewed pre, Roan gave off a snort. He finally ceased caressing the wolf and gently set Skar on the ground and bent him over along the chair.

"Alright, now here's the fun," Roan drunkenly neighed. He slapped that massive horse cock along Skar's back, the wet thud of it echoing throughout the room. Skar splayed himself along the chair with a grunt, cock throbbing along the seat as it gushed pre like a faucet onto the surface and the floor. The base slapped against the tip of the seat, while his knot was put against the end of the seat for something to grind on. He shuddered upon the weight of that shaft, knowing full well where it was going next.

Skar panted as he felt the spews of precum along the wide, flared cock above him. As it pressed against those rotund cheeks, it spread them out without much effort, leaving the wolf exposed rear and quivering hole. Roan let out a deep neigh once more as he shoved and thrust his hips, forcing his too wide shaft into Skar without mercy. The wolf let out a pained, yet pleasurable yell even caught himself off guard. His cock throbbed violently, spilling out pre even more along the floor and the mess of musky, transparent liquid already there. Oh hell, how he needed this! The sensation of Roan spreading him wider and wider with every inch that forced itself in had him howling. The sensitive pricks poked and prodded along the inside of that warm, anal space. Skar wiggled his rear, almost attempting to force more and more inside of him greedily. Roan didn't need to be told or shown tha.

With each thrust and pound, Skar's stomach bulged with Roan's pole. Pre flooded him from the inside, his stomach already showing signs of distending. His once shredded abs would slowly bloat forward against the couch. "More...!" Skar howled. While it was unbecoming of a king to beg for anything, he didn't care. Soon, foot after foot throbbed and made its way deeper into Skar. Roan's hips were dangerously close to colliding against those completely spread cheeks. Skar coughed and grunted as he wiggled himself down and upward as if he were a flesh light waiting to be filled. Pre sloshed along his belly and on the floor until that behemoth of a horse cock filled Skar to the hilt. Skar felt every throb and pulse of the beast, as well as each impact from Roan's hips. His gurgled groan filled the room until he was soon silenced by something filling up his mouth.

"Artemis?" Roan grunted. He'd been staring down at the wolf condom that was their king until he saw Skar's head bobbing and sucking on a sizable black pole with two near basketball sized orbs that belonged to the platinum lion. Artemis kept a hearty grip on his cock, gently forcing more of it into Skar's open mouth while Roan filled him up from the back.

"Couldn't trust you to do it right, so I want my turn now..." Artemis growled deeply. It wasn't one of malice, but rather unadulterated lust. Skar's maw was full to the brim with lion cock, pre casually flowing into his throat as his tongue slurped and sucked upon it, cheeks bursting with its thickness. He gently thrust and pounded into that drooling, open maw, Skar's grunts and groans now completely muffled save for the occasional snort.

Skarlath felt like he was over the moon as he was forced to split himself between focusing on taking the beastly horse cock currently filling up his stomach and the log of feline currently occupying his mouth. The poor chair was slathered to the brim with his pre, most of it falling from the floor as a consequence of the excess from Roan and Artemis along with Skar himself. The room carried a pungent smell of man and musk, the three of them pumping every bit of themselves into Skar from front and behind.

"Ahh, I fuckin' needed this!" Artemis grunted. He pressed his crotch against Skar's maw closer, the fluff and treasure trail of fur completely covering his nostrils. It forced him to take deeper whiffs of the lion's overly masculine scent as a broad hand placed itself on his head.

"Same, this feels great!" Roan replied in earnest

Skar could only grunt and whine in reply to their drunken cries of happiness. He was much too focused on treating the two men in front and behind him as his neglected cock throbbed and pulsed, the knot constantly pushed against the creaking and strained table.

Just as he was getting used to the constant push and sway of the two men spit roasting him, he felt another sudden spread of his rear, prompting him to roar out in pleasure. Both Artemis and Roan looked over to see Brock next to the stallion and slowly shove his way into Skar's poor rear. Despite the horse taking up most of the space, the badger found his way by simply shoving the horse aside best he could and worked from there. While it was a deeply tight space, Brock found himself rutting and thrusting into Skarlath like he was there the entire time.

"My turn now..." Brock rumbled. "Been a while since I used this tool in the first place."

Now that he was forced to take three enormous shafts at once and three different flows of pre, Skarlath's stomach distended extremely. It sloshed, brimming with pre. The room became full of grunts, groans and the splatters of seed, the three of them pounding into Skar like no tomorrow. Any normal body would have been unable to even take Roan, but here he was, taking all three of them with little problem.

Needless to say, if Skar didn't live in Hell, he would have been in heaven. The overload of force, musk and strength as an effective wolf condom had him snorting for air what with his muzzle being clogged up by Artemis. Every splash of pre went down his gullet with a fervent gulp as he was filled up again and again. The minutes seemed to fly by until someone let out a deep yell.

Artemis was the first to blow. He hilted himself into Skar's maw, toes curled against the ground as he unloaded rope after rope of white onto his muzzle. With the sheer, volume filled flow of the stuff, Skar coughed roughly. The excess seed splattered onto the floor, forming an enormous puddle on top of the almost constantly flowing pre. The chair rocked and groaned with resistance, still staying supportive despite the four large men forcing the entirety of their weight upon it. Before long, another groan shook them.

Brock was the next to go shortly afterwards. His cock let out a spasm and soon released rope after rope of hot white seed into Skar's churning belly while Artemis filled up the front side as best he could. Every violent, passionate throb of the badger's shaft had Roan shuddering, especially as the wolf's obscenely spread rear clenched and flexed around them every so often. Each shot eventually had Roan groaning himself until the room shook with a clack of hooves and a loud groan.

Roan's orgasm was something that could have been described as an explosion of white, compared to the other three. That massive horse cock flinched and pulsed violently, veins criss crossing along the bulging surface. The stallion's floor dragging orbs sloshed and churned with near dozen gallons of his seed and then some, all of it simply waiting to come out in on fell swoop. Skar tensed himself, inevitably clenching against the surface of the beast hilted inside of him like he was a condom until it actually happened. It was slow at first. Thick, voluminous ropes of seed sloshed out from Roan's shaft like molasses being dragged out of a tree until the actual flood happened. Roan's hips never stopped rutting into Skar's abused rear as he unleashed his load, the stallion snorting and grunting all the while as a hoof clacked along the floor. After that, Skar felt a powerful pressure slam against his stomach and soon every inch of his being. His muscles locked up and tensed in some attempt to take the gallons that Raon unloaded into him, but with only marginal success.

Any open part of the wolf, including his maw burst with white hot seed, making the wolf gurgle a bit as he coughed some of it out. The rest simply erupted out of his open rear with any bit of open space that he had down there.

The floor of the entire room became soaked with the stuff within minutes. Artemis and Brock were even pushed back to give the stallion some space, their own orgasms adding to the perpetual mix of white. Eventually, Roan shoved the chair away for the sake of comfort and put himself on all fours, forcing Skar to do the same as he simply fucked him into the floor, his shaft still diamond hard despite everything he was unleashing into him and into the room. The brown, musky cum factories bunched up, still rolling with seed by some miracle while Skar's shaft had finally blown as well. The wolf's neglected shaft ground against the sticky floor before it added to the ever growing mess as well. Soon, any tables and chairs were given a sticky coating of white while various yells and groans filled the room.

If Skar had been in his right mind, he would have thanked himself for making the room soundproof. Despite the ruckus they made, not a peep was heard outside the room. The only clue someone would have gotten were if the flow of cum had made it outside of the room and into the castle hallways. With no such luck on that, the four of them were free to blow their loads, leaving the room with a coating of white on the floor that went up past their ankles, no thanks to Roan.

The impromptu group orgy soon lasted well into the night, the four of them soon taking turns upon another. The one good thing about being demonic in their case was the immense amounts of stamina and virility. Skarlath was the most used and filled of the four, every orifice of his put to good use by Roan, Brock and Artemis. By the time morning arrived, their secret room looked and smelled like a complete mess. Nothing had been spared from the torrent of cum that laid waste upon the room in the hours that passed by. The few windows in the room allowed sunlight to be cast upon the space. It illuminated just how much damage they'd caused in their drunken spree.

Several chairs were destroyed in the process, the ceiling dripped with cum and the bartender table was nothing but a wad of white. The shelf of drinks behind what used to be the counter had been cleaned to the brim of drinks. Shattered bottles and glasses lay out on the shelf and the floor in front of it, a thankful isolated mess compared to the rest of the place. The room itself smelled of sweat as it hung in the air next to an overpowering masculine scent, almost toxic to the smell. Any bystander that would have taken a whiff would have felt their nose hairs recede back as if they smelled some sort of acid and ran away. But to the four that caused the powerful smell in the first place, it was like a smell of pride.

"Ugh...what happened." A voice groaned groggily.

Artemis was the first to rise from his drunken, sex filled slumber. The platinum lion clutched his head with a paw, shaking his mane of any cum that happened to not stick on him, which was hard since his fur almost matched the color of the room. The lion's eyes blinked rapidly as he took in the sun's rays and slumped back onto the floor with a wet thud. He scanned the room from side to the side, then to the ceiling and let out another groan. This groan resembled one of pure annoyance and shame. The memories of last night were rather fuzzy, but he did remember drinking a lot...and doing a lot more after that.

"Everything, apparently." Brock mumbled

Brock was the next to rise from his sleep, the badger shaking himself up with a yawn. He slowly stretched his limbs and scratched his stomach lazily as he looked around the room with a low whistle. "Dang, can't recall the last time we trashed a place."

"Trust me, I don't want to remember." Artemis grumbled sadly. He was better than this, how could he, someone responsible for the day to day duties of the castle, do something so irresponsible? It was unbecoming of him, no matter how much fun he had last night. At least the damage was isolated.

"Come on, letting loose for one night...nnf...didn't make you feel better? I'm saddened, Artemis." Roan chuckled.

The stallion rose up from his own mound of cum, almost erupting out of it like a monster as he tried to shake his mane of the sticky stuff. His black color only bled out a bit from the sheer volume of the stuff. "I had a ton of fun, frankly. Even if I don't remember much of it, I certainly feel a lot better than last night." The stallion smirked.

Artemis had to admit, Roan had a very valid point. Ignoring the debauchery that occurred, he indeed felt a lot more relaxed. He had a few knots in his back and felt overly stressed coming into the room. He rolled his broad shoulders and stared around the room for a moment. While he couldn't ignore the shame, he did feel a sense of pride and happiness among it all. It was weird, but he loved it. Artemis was also sure that he was late for work right now, but he didn't care that much. That was at least a sign that last night had done its job. He had to thank Skarlath for that. Speaking of which...

"Um, sir, where are you?" Artemis said. He sat upward, Brock and Roan scanning around the room for any sign of Skarlath as well. It took a few minutes to search until they heard the sounds of snoring coming from corner of the room. The three of them stood up and waded through the molasses like cum, remarking at the amount of it to which Roan beamed with pride until they found Skar sleeping belly up on what used to be the table which had drifted to another part of the room. The wolf's fur had been matted with cum and sweat, his stomach distended almost absurdly as it jiggled and sloshed. Skar had clearly retained his massive musculature, but any semblance of a chiseled abdomen was gone, replaced by the doming belly full of cum right in front of them.

"So...Who's waking him up?" Roan whispered.

"Not me, I have to shower and go work." Artemis said.

"We could just leave him here and come back later?" Brock suggested.

Roan shook his head. "Nah. I feel bad leaving him with the mess. How about we just clean up and leave him there? After last night, I think he needs the rest more than us."

Artemis and Brock stood silent for a few moments. The two of them looked at each other before nodding in agreement. It was really the only right thing to do. After trashing the place that Skar offered them to hang out, it only seemed correct that they let him rest and relax himself. The three of them felt a lot better after last night, having used their king as something of a sexual stress ball. While they were sure he loved it, he was going to have to work off the after effects, and that was a trial in of itself. Skar's snores filled the room as the trio cleaned up the room, leaving nothing turned or coated in white after getting some cleaning supplies from downstairs in the castle.

At the very least, they knew one thing; they were going to have to do this more often.