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I remembered back to when my Father took my virginity. It wasn't a surprise, I'd known that as soon as I reached puberty that Father would break me in. It was a tradition of Lion Kings and Princes since time out of mind. I had been looking forward to it for over a year. Since I was his only son, Father and I were very close. I didn't get to tag along with him all of the time, but we were close none the less. I wasn't a body slave like Lyko. I had been a Prince all of my life. And for the most part it had been a pampered life. I had a pedagog, although he was a noble instead of a slave like the typical young noble had. It was considered an honor to be the pedagog to a royal heir. He was in charge of my more mundane education like math, reading and writing, which took up a major part of my day.

But Father always found time to spend with me. From a young age he let me sit in on his judgments to learn kingship. Father was always able to get to the crux of any matter. Those sessions taught me objectivity. Away from his judgments Father always treated his friends at court well. Although when they came in front of him for a judgment they got no special treatment. But they knew this going in so they rarely tried to abuse their power over the common citizen. Because of this fairness Father was loved by his subjects. It was a lesson I took to heart for when I became King. It was one of the things that held me apart from my cousins, and up until now had kept me secure on my throne.

Father would also take me out hunting. When I was a kit he would take me out for hares and deer. Safe stuff that a kit could take down by himself. But when I got old enough he used to take me out after the wild boar that he so liked to hunt. The more dangerous the prey the more he enjoyed it. He was the one that taught me to go for the throats on the huge vicious brutes. Something only large Alpha Lions were capable of doing. Feeling the life ebb out of them as your powerful jaws cut their breath off was a unique experience. As their blood flowed over your muzzle and down your chest it made you feel almost feral. But I digress...

As I was coming into puberty Father could sense it a few days before it actually happened. There were faint levels of eromenos hormones mixed with the protective pheromones of a prepubescent cat. He kept a close eye, or should I say a sharp nose on me for the next couple of days.

It was only two days later when he was able to tell that I was an adult cat. It was when we were exercising at the gymnasium with the rest of the cats that he recognized it. I was getting turned on by all the hot adult cats working out. They all worked out naked, so you could see their junk. It wasn't unusual for any of them to get a hard-on while they were working out. Many of them boned up because of my Father, and for the first time I was one of them.

Father noticed my erection and wandered over to check me out. He sniffed at me and then said, "Follow me." He led me to the Royal baths. I knew where they were and I had a vague idea of what I was being led to. The Royal Baths were fed from a hot salt spring that was a gift from the god Poseidon. Poseidon had founded our royal line. It was from being able to trace our bloodline back to him that gave us the birthright to be King. So even though Athena is the patron goddess of our fair city state, Poseidon still held a position of honor and high esteem.

The Royal Baths were the first place any of the sacred spring was diverted to. Enough was allowed to flow into the baths to keep them at a constant optimum temperature. The fact that they were salt water gave then therapeutic value. Many an elderly king lived extended years from bathing in these holy waters every day. When a Royal heir came of age it was a tradition that his father took him to the Royal baths to break him in to adulthood in the sacred waters.

We undressed outside of the bath. Father picked me up at the threshold and carried me toward the sacred pool. There was a shallow basin on the floor in front of the pool. Father set me on my feet in it. Then he knelt in front of me and ritualistically washed my foot paws. Then I returned the favor. He picked me up again and strode into the pool. A seat had been carved into the rock wall at the back of the pool. Father waded into it and sat on the chair. He then positioned me on his lap facing him. I had no idea what would happen. It was a ritual that had been passed from King to Prince over the ages. There was a spiritual aspect of it as the King was always also a priest. Whenever the city was in danger the King would pay the ultimate price and give himself to the gods.

We sat facing each other, our sheathed cocks gently rubbing against each other as the subtle current moved us gently against each other. He rocked us gently, going with the god's gift of the current as it guided us in our task. I could smell the potent erastes pheromones that were now streaming off of Father. The warm moist air in the baths made a perfect media for them to stay suspended. I quickly hardened to the point that my penis was throbbing. I was no longer emitting ANY blocking pheromones, just potent levels of eromenos pheromones. I had seen grown cats cum many times before so that was no secret to me. I was anxious to have it happen for me, since I'd been told how great it felt to shoot your seed.

Father sensed that I was almost ready. He lifted me up so my feet were on the chair and my groin was right in front of his face. Neither of us had spoken so far, and I sensed that we weren't supposed to speak yet. I put my hand paws on his massive shoulders to steady myself. It was then that Father took my five inch maleness into his muzzle, peeling the sheath back as he went. He ran his rough tongue across it, stimulating my barbs as he titillated them. I was to find as time went on that Father was a master at fellatio. He was a massive dom, but he also took pride in giving his subs pleasure.

Being as I was a young Lion ready to cum for the first time it didn't take long for me to go around the bend. I was feeling things I'd never felt before when Father slipped his middle finger up my ass and prodded my prostate for the first time.

I saw stars as my virgin balls slammed up against my body and my first cum spurted out into Father's muzzle. My knees buckled, but Father held me up as he drained my balls for the very first time. He continued to use his tongue to shepherd all of my cum and keep it from seeping out of his muzzle. I later figured out he was savoring it. It's not just the flavor of a young cats seed that is tasty, the eromenos pheromones will make even the most dominant males zone out in ecstasy. In fact the more dominant the male the more it seems to affect them. But I wasn't noticing it, I was too caught up in my own ecstasy to be aware of what was going on around me. I gripped Father's shoulders tightly and involuntarily thrust my cock as deeply into his muzzle as it would go as I shot the last couple of spurts into his eager maw.

"Wow Father I've never felt anything like that before." I gasped as I came down from my orgasm. My whole body was buzzing from the experience.

"So do you think you can return the favor?" Father asked with a big shit eating grin as he licked his lips lasciviously.

"I'm sure I can." I replied and switched places with him. I sat on the chair and when he stood he towered above me like he towered above everyone in the city. I was staring at not just an adult cat, but someone who's equipment was large even for a large Lion. Eight inches of rock hard sheath encased, dripping lion cock was right before my muzzle. The last two inches including a whole forest of barbs was peeking out of his sheath. He was the epitome of studliness. His groin was oozing erastes pheromones and the warm moist air was making them hang right in front of my nose. But this wasn't just any dominant male Lion's package, this was the one who's seed had made me.

It was almost like he read my thoughts because he crooned, "Yes Demo look at it closely. Those were the very balls that you came out of. The very maleness that impregnated your mother. You should be proud that you came from such a virile Lion. Now go ahead and suck it like a good cub. I'm going to cum in your muzzle and your gonna swallow it like the eager cub that you are..."

Well who was I to argue with that. I knew that he was responding partly to the eromenos pheromones, but mostly because that's what a big virile Lion stud behaves like. I was a young Lion just coming into puberty and he was going to break me in right. He was going to give me exactly what I wanted. Exactly what my pheromones were telling him that I wanted more than anything in the world.

I purred as his pheromones permeated my sinuses and coalesced there. Soon my brain was on fire with desire and my tongue shot out and licked the pre that was burbling out of the tip of that huge Lion cock. If the pheromones were powerful coming out of his pubes, the ones that infused his pre made them seem like nothing. I whined in submission. I daringly reached up and cupped Father's huge balls, the biggest ones I'd ever seen. I was caressing them when I felt Father's huge paws palm the back of my head and guide my teen muzzle to his sensitive red fleshed member. I knew enough to cover my teeth with my lips before it parted them.

He was now not just leaking pre, but squirting it into my muzzle in prodigious jets. He held it with just the head inside my lips and let me work his bristling barbs over with my rough tongue. "Aaarghhh." He moaned as I gave his dickhead an eager tongue lashing. "You're a natural born cocksucker. You take right after your father." He chuckled. He was proud of his ability to bring off his partners orally. Especially since with most of them that was one of the few ways he could reciprocate. No one not of the royal blood ever got to fuck the King.

But soon he was no longer content to just settle for just his barbs being stimulated. He gripped the back of my head tighter, his claws digging slightly into my scalp as he pulled my muzzle further down his cock. I continued to caress his balls as the head of his maleness hit the back of my throat. I gagged on it at first then he pulled my head back for a second. I regained my composure, then he eased it the rest of the way in. My muzzle was long enough that all but the head of his cock could fit in it. His barbed glans fit perfectly into my throat. Instead of thrusting in and out of my muzzle he concentrated on massaging his barbs against my throat muscles. It was a dom move, emphasizing that his massive cock was more than even a Lion's muzzle could handle completely.

I knew he wouldn't last long with the all of the pheromones permeating the humid air of the bath. And that's what happened. He pulled my head forward until my nose was buried in his pubes. I felt his balls jump in my paw and then the first jet of Lion cum shot straight down my throat. He pulled half way out, making sure that he shot a couple of spurts in my muzzle before pulling all the way out to shoot the rest of his thick load on my face.

"That's it. Swallow all of it." He encouraged as I eagerly swallowed every last drop that he'd shot into my muzzle.

He switched places with me and then pulled me down until I was sitting on his lap facing him. He licked his cum off of my face then pulled my muzzle toward his. He brushed his tongue against my lips encouraging me to part them. His tongue snaked it's way into my muzzle as he pushed his muzzle against mine, opening it up wide for our first sexual kiss. He leaned me back and let the spooge he'd licked from my face run into my mouth. I purred in contentment, as would any young Eromenos when being taken by a powerful King Lion.

We continued the kiss long after I'd swallowed all of Father's cum. By the time we broke the kiss we were both hard again and rubbing against each other in the warm salt bath. The interplay of our barbs was especially stimulating and I could just imagine how it would feel to have them deep in me when Father finally took me. "Stand up and face away from me Son." He said.

I stood up so my butt was right in front of his muzzle. He put each of his paws on one of my butt cheeks and used his thumbs to spread them. I didn't have to be told to lift my tail up and to the side. Even though I knew it was coming I jumped a little when I felt his tongue come into contact with my tight little virgin pucker. Although I'd heard about cats rimming each other it still seemed gross. At that time licking someone's asshole just seemed like it was dirty. That thought only lasted a few seconds. The feeling was indescribable. At first his broad thick rough tongue only lapped at my rosebud with long slow strokes which had me purring like a kitten. Then he started to dig in a little more with each pass. It wasn't long until he was fucking my ass with his firm tongue. Even though it was rough there was enough saliva to act as a lube for his entry.

He reached onto the ledge of the pool and grabbed a small ornate pottery cup with a cap on it. "I knew that you were coming into adulthood so I stashed this here. It's boar grease. It's a much better lube than olive oil when you are in water. The olive oil washes off too quickly in the warm salt water of the bath. But boar grease is less susceptible to warm water."

With that said he took off the lid and put the first two fingers of his right paw into the jar. He scooped up a generous amount of the grease onto his fingers and brought it to my eager opening. His fingers spread it up and down my crack and then eased the tip of his middle finger into my virgin pucker. He'd already penetrated me with his finger earlier when he sucked the first load out of me earlier. So it wasn't a big surprise to me when he worked his way in me to the second knuckle. For the second time in my life my prostate was being massaged. Being a large lion father's paws and fingers were huge. His middle finger was larger than the cock of many of the smaller types of cats. But despite the fact that it wasn't the first time I couldn't suppress a moan.

"Feels good doesn't it Demo?" Father asked with a smirk in his voice. It was obvious that father prided himself in his ability to bring pleasure to his partners.

"Yeah!" I enthused. As I said this father slid his middle finger the rest of the way in and started fucking me with it. After about a dozen strokes he pulled out, causing me to grunt in protest. But before I could voice my displeasure father added his index finger to the tip of his massive middle finger and started to slowly penetrate me with two fingers. It hurt a little at first, but I'd seen enough sex to know that I would soon stretch to accommodate his girth.

He paused for a moment at the first knuckle and then continued to feed my eager asshole up to his second knuckle which was deep enough to prod my prostate. I'd already cum once but I was on the verge of blowing my load again. Father could sense this and he moved away from my prostate. Instead of stimulating it he just continued to push both of his fingers in as deep as they would go and then spread them as much as possible to stretch me to accommodate his girth. Then with them spread he sawed them in and out of me to loosen me up as much as possible.

Without a word he turned me around and guided me down to his lap until the tip of his cock was resting at the center of my virgin, although now loose, sphincter. I was crouching and I slowly lowered myself onto Father's massive cock. He had prepared me enough that I felt little pain, just a fullness as he penetrated me. I was in a full crouch, my ass resting on the top of Father's thighs. His full length was taking me, staking his claim to my virginity. As I rested on top of him he brought his muzzle toward mine. It wasn't long until we were locked in a kiss.

I was soon feeling loose enough to start to ride without pain so I started to ease myself up and down on Father's pride. Father gazed into my eyes, it was like he could see into my soul through my eyes. I felt that my whole soul was bared to him. But as he looked into me I could see nothing but pride that I was his son.

He stood up still lodged deep in my virgin body. He carried me out of the pool to a mat on the ground. He gently dropped to his knees and then laid me back on the mat without withdrawing from me. He covered me with his huge body and slowly started to work his huge bristled cock in and out of me. More than anything I wanted to feel him fill me with the seed that had made me.

He put my knees up over his shoulders, forcing my asshole up higher where he would be able to get even deeper penetration. And he did. I could feel his huge balls slapping against my ass as he tried to penetrate my virgin ass deeper with each thrust. Just the thought that it was my own father getting ready to mark me was increasing the intensity of my impending crescendo. Soon I could tell he was on the short strokes and was ready to mark me as his.

He cried out, "I acknowledge you as my son and my heir." And with that he thrust one last time and shot his seed deep into me. Of course it brought me over the edge with him. I shot my thin adolescent cum as we both gasped in relief.

After some amount of time Father picked me up and carried me back into the sacred pool. As the water rinsed us clean he said, "Our seed is an offering to the god..."

After we were cleansed by the sacred waters and towel dried Father carried me up to his room at the very highest point of the castle. He set me down aftr we crossed the threshold.

"You are now entering a very rare sacred fraternity and it's my job to initiate you into it. Being King is a hard job but with the benefits that go with the job most cats think that they would want it. You live in a castle, you get the best wine and food available in the city and nearly as much pussy as you can stand. You get to break in the new young cats at the orphanage which is one of the great perks of the job in my opinion." He said with a wink.

"But to those who much is given, much is required. The King of Athens is just as often known as the Shepherd of the Cats. He's required to make the sacrifice before the gods on any holy day. He brings the Cats needs before the gods. And in times of EXTREME needs he makes the EXTREME sacrifice. He will give his death to the gods so the city will survive."

I knew of this practice but I'd never given it much thought. He continued. "Come over here with me." He took me to the large window that looked out over the Aegean sea. The waves were crashing loudly against the large outcropping that the castle stood on. The Kings room was the highest room in the castle and it was right over the highest part of the rock. It was a sheer drop of several hundred strides. We looked out solemnly while the waves crashed furiously against he impermeable rock escarpment that would stand there forever.

"This is where we go when the gods call us home." He added solemnly. "We crawl onto the ledge and take a swan dive to our death."

"But how do you know when it's your time to go?" I asked.

"One of the reasons the original King of Athens built this room where it is is because of the cavern directly underneath it. It opens to the sea and the waves slosh up into it when they break against this headland. If you listen real closely you can hear Poseidon talking. Well at least the first born sons of our line can. As you know he is the founder of our line and one of the protectors of the city. Most of the time that he's talking he isn't talking to us. When he's not talking to us it just comes out as an almost hypnotic susurration. If you are at peace with the god it's soothing and it really helps you to sleep."

"But when he speaks to you, the meaning is always very clear. He will guide you as to what needs to be done. One of these days unless I die in battle or if a wild boar kills me I expect for him to eventually ask me for the sacrifice. And when it happens I will accept my fate willingly..." Father finished staring off into the realm of Poseidon.

"That's why it is crucial that neither my brother nor any of his sons become King. They are capable of being neither Kings or Priests. They would expect the privileges of being King without being willing to shoulder the responsibilities. I've never accepted a bribe for my judgments. The lowest peasant gets treated as fairly as the most important noble in my court when I give a judgment. I'm sure that my brother would rule for the highest bidder. They say that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, but that is only if you let it rule you. I have never accepted the "power" personally. The "King" has the power, Lycus does not. Lycus is only a Lion, in and of himself nothing important in the grand scheme of things. Because of that I have never abused my power. My father who was also a Priest and a King like myself taught me this. Like I'm teaching you. But he never taught my brother."

"My brother will also never be a Priest because he would never give his life for the good of the Athenians. He would consider himself much too important to think of sacrificing himself for a bunch of peasants when the city was in it's hour of need." He said, hatred and contempt slipping into his voice.

I had been in Father's room many times, but until that point I had not known the secret of the room. But for the first time I focused in on the voice of the god. It was almost if I could hear him speaking to me. "Demophon... Are you worthy of being King... Your father is... If you let yourself be my clay I will mold you into a King such as your father. Dedicate yourself to me and I will be your guide..." Except I didn't really hear it in words. I just sensed him.

"Father I can hear the god!" I said after he finished "talking" to me.

Father smiled. "I remember the first time he talked to me. Follow his voice, he'll never lead you wrong." He said as he ruffled my scruffy beginning of a mane.

I'd always felt myself important because I was the Prince, but it was just vanity I figured out now. It was here that I figured that I was truly important. Not because of who I was, but because the god had now chosen me to carry on after father. I was beginning to understand the difference between Demophon and the "King" as father had explained it. I decided right then and there to dedicate myself to the god like he had asked me. Like my Father had done...

I stood there in contemplation, just taking in the god singing to me. It was more feelings than actual words at this point. It started out low key, but gradually it intensified. The tempo was rising, and to my surprise I realized that my member was also rising. I had been almost in a trance, but at that point I gazed down and realized it was affecting father in the same way. The "Royal Scepter" was surging with each surge of the wave. Getting harder with each "note" the god sang to us. We stared at each other, an even closer bond tightening between us.

Father reached out and took me by the paw. Without a word he led me back over to the bed as the god's song continued to build. To my surprise he lay back on the bed and spread his legs, inviting me to him. I realized that I was going to get to take my father for the first time. And with the blessing of the god. Father welcomed me to his body with open arms. I was still an adolescent so he was much bigger than I was but I lay atop of him, our members drawn to each other like lodestone. My head only reached to his chest. Beneath the singing of the god I could hear Father's heartbeat. And it was rising...

Slowly and sensuously we rubbed our engorged members together in time with the song of the god. Between the power of sex and the magic of the god's song the blood was rushing to my head. Father pushed me erect and placed his knees over my shoulders. He wasn't a virgin and I wasn't packing eight inches like he was so I really didn't need to use boar grease or stretch him out to get him ready. Just the couple of squirts of precum that shot onto his opening as I lined myself up would be plenty. The tip of my cock touched the center of his pucker and I leaned forward. I slowly eased into Father's receptive body. I quickly bottomed out in Father's inviting hole. I'd never felt anything like it before, I just held still savoring the feeling of being in Father's velvety tunnel.

I looked down and saw the junction of my adolescent cock and Father's pucker. It made me feel so grown up. There I was, my first time ever and I was fucking the King. But I wasn't going to wait forever to start thrusting. I eased back and as my barbs ran across Father's prostate he closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. My ego was stroked like never before by knowing I was enough of a stud to be able to pleasure the King. I savored it for a few more slow strokes before I started to pick up the pace.

Father's huge cock started to spurt jets of precum with each time I bottomed out in him. I continued to gaze down on him, fascinated at watching my cock slide in and out of him. It was such a high feeling my tender young balls slapping against the firm ass of the King Lion. He reached down and with each of his huge paws caressed one of the globes of my ass. He didn't try to control my thrusting, he let me stay in complete control of the situation.

And then I noticed it. My father, the King of our city state and the most dominant cat in it, was unashamedly releasing submission pheromones. "That feels so good, Demophon. It's been so long since I've given myself to someone..."

And I realized that for the first time in my life that I was producing dominance pheromones. I growled, my adolescent voice cracking in the middle of it to my embarrassment. But that was quickly forgotten as my balls started to tingle. I was going to shoot my nut into the King... Into my Father...

He was clenching his sphincter in time to my thrusting, milking my young cock as I was starting to reach my apex. I was getting closer and closer.

And then I could hear it building. It had been in the background but now it was coming to the forefront. The song of the god. He was urging me on and the song was growing in intensity as I pounded harder and harder into Father.

"Can you hear it too Demo?" Father gasped out as I fucked him with evermore intensity. I couldn't voice my response, all I could do is nod. "The god is giving us his blessing..." He added as I closed my eyes, trying to hold back as long as I could.

But I could hold back no longer. My almost virgin balls drew up as I seeded the King. I shot spurt after spurt of thin young lion cum into Father, much to his delight. My final deep thrust into him set him off. Thick potent lion cum pulsed through his huge cock and shot onto his chest. And with each pulse his sphincter squeezed my cock, intensifying my orgasm. We each grunted out our climax and after the last spurt I collapsed onto Father's massive chest, spreading his sticky seed between us.

As I lay on top of him gasping for breath, I could hear the song of the god fade. It was no longer the song of the god, just the sound of the sea splashing into a grotto in the cliff. But that didn't make it any less real that the god had been talking.

Father wrapped his massive arms around me and held me close. I was still in him, my cock had barely softened after I'd cum. "The gods want us to enjoy sex, it is their greatest gift to us." Father whispered in my ear as we recovered. "The average cat doesn't realize it, but as a Priest and a King I know it to be true..."

"Father will you teach me to be a Priest and a King like you."

"Of course my son. The god has decided you are worthy. As I said before, always listen to the god. He'll never lead you wrong. He started our line and he was there at all of our conceptions. He will give us his blessings as long as we give ourselves to him completely."

"I will Father." I said solemnly, and I meant it.

He smiled up at me and said, "While your still in me, why don't you do me again. That was wonderful."

And though the god was no longer with us the second time was just as good as the first.

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