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Raenn watched from the corner of the far away opposite hallway as the guards roughly handling the coyote, arresting him in HIS name. It made the wolf with a dog's appearance growl in frustration, his ears folding back, his hands curling into fists. He really wished he could do something to help this coyote who had got rid of Jared, the big fucking bully of a slave, for him, but there was nothing he could do. Not like that. He was relieved to see the guards didn't notice he had slipped out, caring only for the coyote scribe as they dragged him away, probably towards the dungeons.

He leaned his head against the wall and sighed. He was free, but Jared would be coming for him as soon as he got out of that fence. Raenn laughed softly at the memory of the big fucker trying to pull back while the dogs licked him on the other side. The laughter didn't last, however, as Raenn's ears went down and he let himself slide to sit on the floor. The slave master would soon hear about his escape, too, and then he would put the whole guard after him, not to mention the use of that weird pendant tied to the slave collar he was wearing. He had used it to find him last time he managed to slip away, anyways.

Raenn let out a silent whimper. Even after a whole week wearing these collars, it still felt weird that no sound came out of his throat. It was hell, not being able to speak in any way, or at least he thought so. Maybe a good part of why that felt like 'hell' was being silent while stuck with Jared the whole time. The big slave dog's grudge on him hadn't subsided at all even as the days passed and Raenn couldn't even think about all the things he had done with and for the dog during the past week. He trembled and winced. If they caught him again, Jared would surely make him pay for leaving him at the fence like that. Raenn could see the sun coming up ever so slowly from the hallway windows, which meant the other slaves were probably just starting to wake up. They'd see Jared like that and then they'd help him.

Raenn stood up. He had to get away, no matter what. He had no idea how fake prince Raenn had caught wind of the coyote's plot so fucking fast, but he had to be thankful that at least he wasn't captured alongside him. He still had a chance! And, more importantly, he also had an idea.

He walked in fast steps. The hallways were pretty empty with barely a slave walking by every now and then. The guards stationed or roaming the castle did give him looks, but most of them were sneering. Raenn just kept his head low, for he knew very well that he was a slave walking around in nothing but a loincloth. His fur was matted with cum here and there, he was perfectly aware that he smelled like it as well. His last bath in the slave quarter's freaking cold water had been two days ago, after all. Tough Raenn felt a hint of embarrassment, it worked on his favor this time, since a pleasure slave walking out of some noble's room early in the morning was the most common thing ever. He knew that better than most, even.

Raenn went up. Towards the royalty side of the sleeping quarters, then up the stairs for the good guest rooms, the better guest rooms, and then continuing up, though he purposely avoided the prince rooms' hallway. The impostor was there, probably sleeping in his bed holding his appearance. Raenn could not bring himself to think about him without growling. Up from there he went, until he reached the top floor. The king's quarters floor. He went up the stairs and, thankfully, the guard standing there seemed to be half asleep. They exchanged a glance, but the guard paid him no mind and let him through. The moment Raenn stepped into the long hallway, he could feel a tingle in his neck. He had no idea what it meant magic-wise, but he looked at the bright blue crystals attached to the walls as if they were lamps all over the hallways. Raenn wished he had paid more attention to his studies back in the day since he couldn't even remember what they were called, but he knew that they blocked all sorts of magic through the whole floor. Despite the castle's magical wards for that stuff, magic was still too unpredictable to be allowed around the king, so both the higher floor where his quarters were and the throne room were filled with those.

It was Raenn's hope that it would scramble his collars. He tried to speak, but there was still no sound, tried to pull the slave collar, but it still burned him. A tiny part of him had also hoped he would regain his own appearance the moment he stepped close to one of those, too. The wolf in a dog's body whimpered, though no sound came out, of course. He knew it was something about the items already being enchanted or whatever, but he still hoped that staying around them would, at the very least, keep the bull from finding him with that pendant. It was really the only thing he could try. He knew he didn't stand a chance at getting out of the castle as a slave or anywhere else, it was just a matter of time.

Raenn thought about going straight to the king's quarters and knocking. Trying to tell him about all of it, but how the hell would he do that without even being able to speak? No, he needed a better plan. Even though king Ruvel was his older brother, they didn't share the warmest of relationships. Raenn was pretty young when their father died and Ruvel never quite had the time to hang around much. Raenn didn't really like hunting, didn't have a talent for combat and wasn't particularly fond of hunting dogs, which were pretty much all the things the prince could name that his brother, the king, liked.

There was no time to ponder over those things, however. Raenn caught the guard standing at the very end of the hallway looking at him, no doubt starting to get suspicious of him just standing there doing nothing, so he lowered his head and walked in the other direction. Raenn gave the king's office, which was one of the few rooms in the same floor, a try and was happy to find it open, so he slipped inside when the guard near the staircase wasn't really looking. The office was huge as well, bigger and cozier than most and Raenn was sincerely impressed. He had only been in that room once or twice in his life. All sorts of papers were scrambled across the main desk and, much to his relief, two crystals gleaming by the walls as well.

There was another door in there that led to a very small room filled with nothing but files and that's where Raenn found his hiding place. He sat down behind one of the shelves in a corner and just sighed. His plan was looking dumber and dumber by the minute, but he felt truly lost at what to do. He didn't want to go back to Jared. He had never thought that being a pleasure slave in the royal castle was so, so fucking hard. He found his thoughts drifting towards Zeke, the nice wolf who has helped him before, and he wondered just how could he be so optimistic if his life was like that.

Raenn thought about a great deal of things. About the things he missed, about the things he wanted, about the things he didn't want. About his brothers, about the castle, the rules, the dragons. Hour after hour went by, the prince in a slave's body sitting there at the corner, hugging his legs as the day went by. The room was mostly dark, but there was one small, high window that let the sun go in and him see the day passing. Twice during the day he grew stiff, nervously listening to movement inside the office, but nobody had come into his small room. Hours and hours later, Raenn could see the orange glow of sunset shining against the highest parts of the shelves. He felt hungry and thirsty, missing even the grub the slaves always ate and with his body feeling sore from sitting there all day. He finally worked up the courage to leave his hiding spot. He couldn't stay there forever, he knew, but the fact that the slave master hadn't shown up with a magic-infused pendant to find him yet was a good sign that maybe, just maybe, being around the crystals worked.

Carefully, Raenn stepped out of his hiding room, into the empty office and then out the hallway. The guard by the staircase glanced at him, not the same wolf that stood there in the morning, but he disregarded the slave, just as his companions had done. Raenn tried his best to look sure of himself and natural, forcing his ears to stay up as he casually walked to the king's own private chambers and went inside as if he was some pleasure slave on duty. The guard near the door did give him a dirty look, but the wolf guard knew that unless he was somehow hiding something inside his small loincloth, the small, ragged-looking pleasure slave couldn't do any harm to the king.

The room was empty, as Raenn expected, his brother the king still out there doing whatever it was that he did, Raenn didn't even know for sure. The room was enormous, much bigger than even his own. The bed was so big that four wolves could lie in it, the wardrobe just as big making almost an entire wall of the bedroom. There was a whole bunch of furniture that held nothing but decorative purposes, all of them lined up with gold and silver. Near the bed, one of the room's corners had been fashioned into the paradise of any dog, with a dozen cushions lying around the biggest dog bed Raenn had ever seen, no doubt for that hunting hound Ruvel insisted on keeping near him all the time for some reason.

The first thing the prince slave did was attack the bowl of fresh fruit over the bigger table. Never had apples tasted so good before and he ate four before leaving three more for the decorative purpose they served. A jug of water was always at the ready for the king, too, alongside one of rich wine. Raenn almost went towards the latter, but a single sniff had him wrinkling his nose. The wine was very strong! He often preferred the softer ones, plus having wine breath would probably not help in his case with his brother. He almost felt princely again drinking from a silver cup, were it not for the fact that he was almost naked.

Raenn tidied everything up and sat on a chair. He still didn't really have a plan, but at least he was going to get another opportunity to 'talk' to his brother, so maybe he could tell him about the whole thing somehow. The plan sounded stupid in his own head. As if Ruvel would ever believe him, even if he could actually speak. Was he going to mimic his troubles? He considered going back to the office to grab something to write on, but he felt a chill on his spine risking that after he'd gone so far. The room felt comfortable, familiar, and he didn't want to let go of it. He didn't want Ruvel to come back, he just wanted to stay in the luxurious room like he used to and forget all of those problems and danger creeping up on his mind.

Raenn sat there and the minutes dragged themselves on. The sun was still there, faint on the horizon, clearly seen through the wide windows of the king's room when he heard steps coming from the outside. Raenn stood up, but his ears went right down. He wasn't ready, he still didn't have a plan! The world wasn't going to wait for him, though, for the door opened right away.

Tiberius, the king's trusty, oversized dog came trotting inside first as soon as the door was wide enough for him to get by with king Ruvel, his elder brother, following right after the canine.

"Easy, boy, I know it's been a long d-" The king's voice was rough, always holding a hint of his imperative status alongside itself. Of course, he stopped with the door half open in his hand when he saw the dog slave standing in his room. Tiberius was the first to react. The dog growled, but just for a moment, approaching Raenn with remarkable speed and making him flinch and yelp, taking a step back and protecting his face. All Raenn felt, however, was a cold nose pressing against his bare stomach, the sound of heavy canine sniffing coming alongside it. It was enough for him to open his eyes and see the king staring at him before closing the door.

"What are you doing here?" The king's question was straight and direct. Rubel approached him, the grey wolf always holding a straight posture. When he got closer, Raenn was reminded of just how much taller the king was, though of course his slightly shorter stature in the dog's appearance fortified that notion. He couldn't keep his ears up through his brother's stare.

Raenn moved his muzzle as if speaking, but no sound came out. He shook his head and pointed at his collar to signal that he couldn't speak. The king simply raised an eyebrow, but he seemed to understand it.

"Hm. Can't speak, huh? Been a bad slave? And they sent you up here anyways?"

Again, Raenn shook his head. His ears folded back even more. He had no idea what to do or say, but he took another small step back to retreat from Tiberius, whose nose was getting a little too, well, nosy trying to get under his loincloth.

"Are you the special slave I asked the slave master about? Guess slaves like that can't be the better ones, but I honestly... well, I half expected a female."

To that question, Raenn nodded quickly. He had no idea what that was about, but it served his purposes. The king didn't look entirely convinced and, for a few seconds, Raenn was sure he was going to get sent away, but Ruvel finally relaxed, shrugged.

"Fine. I was just asking if he had one like you, not saying that he had to send one already, but whatever." Ruvel grumbled. The king took another step forward and his paw came to Raenn's shoulder to feel his fur. It quickly pulled away, though, the king making a disgusted expression. "Ugh. You stink of cum. The bull could at least have thrown some perfume over you first. Made you take a bath," his brother continued, making Raenn look away with a hint of embarrassment. His heart was still beating fast. The king turned away from him to go towards the wine jug, filling a big cup for himself. "At least Tiberius likes you. He always knows when someone has ill intents. Trust me."

The dog nuzzled him again with his bushy tail wagging behind him. Raenn gave him a small smile, petting his head and scratching behind the dog's ears, which he seemed to appreciate. Tiberius was one of the mixes of feral wolf and dog the castle kept for hunting, but he was big. Bigger than any dog or wolf Raenn had seen before, the dog's head almost reached his chest in the slightly smaller dog size the former prince had. It made for quite the intimidating sight.

"I was looking forward to a quiet night alone with my thoughts, but I guess a slave is just a slave," the king sighed, drinking a very considerable part of his wine, then leaning against the desk. "You don't know how lucky you are, free from all the burden of a kingdom."

Raenn raised an eyebrow. If only his brother knew.

"I almost forgot you can't talk. I don't think that's all bad. All the slaves say the same thing. All of my subjects say the same thing. Everyone says the same thing. 'Yes, your highness,' 'you're very right, your highness,' I'll do as you ask, your highness'. It's exhausting. Gets very bland after a while." Ruvel finished his whole glass of wine, then moved to fill up another one. His brother had always been an avid drinker.

"You can sit down," Ruvel said, head nodding towards the chair behind Raenn, who in turn did so promptly. He kept scratching Tiberius behind his ears, causing the dog to sit on his haunches by his side. It was the first time he had actively interacted with his brother's dog, now that he thought of it. "My complaining probably sounds alien to you. What can a slave know? I assure you, however, being part of the high nobility is not the heaven it appears to be. Not by a long shot."

The king had already finished a second whole cup of wine and filled in the third before he sat down himself near the table, though he brought the jug with him. Sitting there, the king spread his legs, relaxing in a not very kingly way. Ruvel gave the slave a lingering look, which Raenn was happy to meet with confusion. They stared at each other for several seconds until the king finally broke it first.

"Huh. You really are different from most slaves," Ruvel commented, shrugging. "Most are afraid to even look up at my muzzle." Raenn raised an eyebrow. Thinking back on it, the slaves had always acted much different than what he'd seen the last days when they were around him as a prince. He had been too busy worrying about his own situation to think about that.

"Regardless, it's no excuse to slack off. Come on, show me what you can do." Much to Raenn's dismay, Ruvel pointed down at his groin and, after over a week being a slave and, most of all, with Jared, Raenn knew pretty well what that meant. He had no desire to suck his own brother's cock, however, as he had been already forced to do with Regnar. The memory alone was enough to bring forth feelings of shame, which the damned slave collar he was wearing promptly turned into a stirring in his own sheath.

When Zeke, the wolf slave, had first explained to him how the thick, enchanted collar he was wearing turned shame and embarrassment into arousal to make sure slaves got used to their duties faster, it sounded like bullshit. Now, a week later, after all the things Jared had made him do, Raenn found himself able to walk around practically naked with only that loincloth, found himself able to think and do a dozen of very, very slave-ly things without feeling an ounce of embarrassment. He wasn't going to admit to himself that the collar had trained him successfully, but now, thinking about doing that to one of his brother's and how he had done it before, it felt like a whole new level. It was embarrassing.

Raenn didn't move immediately. He was trying to think of a plan to get himself out of it. Ruvel kept watching him, drinking his wine, but slowly the king's eyes started to narrow down, showing his impatience. He finally settled his cup down, empty again.

"The hell is wrong with you? I know that's not why you came here, but you can do the basics, can't you? Am I gonna have to call the slave master to have you replaced?" Ruvel had a hint of a growl in his voice. The wolf thought he was threatening the slave with whatever punishment the bull gave to slaves that failed at pleasing, but Raenn knew that if he called the bull, it would all be over. His ears folded themselves back. He really didn't want to, but he shook his head and went down to his knees, slowly and reluctantly crawling towards Ruvel until he was right between the king's spread legs.

"That's better," the wolf said, giving him a look of warning. He occupied himself with filling his cup one more time. "Get to it."

Slowly, and still desperately trying to think of a way out of it, Raenn undid the laces of the king's pants. Unable to even speak, he couldn't think of anything, however, which led him to stare down at his own brother's grey-colored sheath, the pink canine member already half hard from the handling alone. Even the musk felt... familiar somehow, yet in a completely wrong way. It smelled like Ruvel, and yet it smelled like sex. Raenn felt his face burning, which by now he had already subconsciously linked with his own member starting to grow, but he couldn't help it.

Raenn took a deep breath. He tried to steel himself. He had done this a thousand times for Jared over the week. The damned dog slave made him nurture his cock for hours just because he 'liked it slow'. That's why when Raenn closed his eyes and brought his muzzle down to let his tongue start by swirling around the tip of Ruvel's cock, he heard a soft moan from the king above him. As humiliating as it was, Raenn was trying to imagine it was Jared. That made it a little easier as he nuzzled and nurtured the growing cock, muzzle going down to give the plump, furry balls a few licks, then back at the cock... everything just how Jared had forcefully taught him.

Ruvel's paw came to the back of his head, scratching him much like he had just been doing to Tiberius a few moments ago. The king relaxed, sitting back on his chair and sighing with an occasional sip of wine.

"Very good. I knew you had it in you," Ruvel just said. By then, Raenn felt his own member hard, pulling his loincloth aside, but he was glad the king couldn't see that. Not that he seemed to care, either. Raenn did the whole thing almost automatically. He focused on the length, dragging his tongue slowly over the growing cock until he could pretty much kiss the tip, then starting over. When he had the member fully grown, dark red and bigger than Jared's had been, he used his tongue to tease the cock, giving it quick licks, sometimes pushing into the sheath, sometimes going as far as picking the tip up into his muzzle to suckle on it. He knew how to keep a cock pleasured for a long while, which was good, since being there on his knees sucking his own brother's cock was embarrassing enough. He had no desire to swallow his brother's seed as well.

Time went on. Ruvel got through three more cups of wine and there were times Raenn was starting to think he had fallen asleep on his chair while getting his cock worshipped. A small groan of pleasure or a movement of his paw were enough to tell Raenn that no, he couldn't stop yet. The slave's own cock was dripping over the floor on occasion from the shame alone, but as time went by, it became a little easier. Raenn had no idea how much time had passed, but it certainly felt like a good hour. Even Tiberius had settled down on the floor behind him, the oversized dog always content to just watch.

"Fuck... You're very.. very very good. Good slave, good slave," Ruvel mumbled from above. Raenn lifted his eyes, though his tongue didn't leave his brother's dripping cock. By now, the king was fully hard, knot formed at the base, which gave Raenn even more to work on as embarrassing as it was. Ruvel's hand came down to scratch his head in praise once more, but it missed two times before he found it. "It's fucking hard.. to find good slaves. It's hard to find good everything."

Raenn lifted an eyebrow. Yeah, Ruvel was definitely drunk, which wasn't new. He thought about using that. Slowly, Raenn retreated from the throbbing, dark red wolf cock in front of him, but that paw over his head was quick to grab his scruff and pull him back. He wasn't that drunk, it seemed.

"I should use you every day," the king continued. "Those damned, fucking dragons. Damned politics. I had the most boring day, listening to Rael preach about bureaucracy for hours." Ruvel took another sip and finished another cup of his wine. Raenn could see that the large jug was light now when he took it to get more. "You know, I haven't had time to hunt for two weeks. Two. Weeks. Two weeks of nothing but duty, duty, duty. Even Tiberius is getting tired. He needs his exercise, don't you, boy?"

Ruvel extended his hand to call Tiberius, who promptly came to meet it. The king's drunk, clumsy patting was directed at the dog now rather than the slave slowly licking his cock. He was silent for a few more minutes, just scratching the dog, looking all thoughtful. Raenn had seen his elder brother drunk plenty of times. He had a bit of a fame for it, but he usually was... noisier, to say the least.

"People think I don't know what they say, you know?" Ruvel started again. Raenn looked up at him from his cock, his muzzle focusing on pleasing his brother's knot. Two more times he tried to stop, but that hand always brought him back. "They say that Rael is the one that truly runs the kingdom. They say I'm just the face." Ruvel's grip on Raenn's fur got tighter, a low growl coming from the big wolf.

"Well, they're wrong. He's good at politics, sure. His muzzle is in every meeting, his hand in every document, but they're fucking wrong." Ruvel's growling grew louder, a hint of teeth showing on his muzzle. "It takes more than that to run a kingdom. Rael has the talent for cold decision making, for dealing with nobles, but he doesn't have the heart. The fucking heart."

Raenn had no idea what his brother was talking about, but he lowered his ears to his snarling. To his rough handling. The grip on his fur was starting to get hurtful and the wolf was shoving him down on his cock. Raenn started kissing and licking his knot, aiming to pleasure him to calm him down, and from the way his growling got interrupted by a light moan, it seemed to work. The king instead drank more of his wine, some of it drooling down the sides of his muzzle to drip over the slave's head.

In order to hold Raenn against his cock and drink, the king had stopped paying attention to Tiberius. The big dog stood there, watching for a while, but then it decided to nuzzle Raenn instead. While he was busy nervously trying to please his brother's shaft, the dog started to sniff him, the cold nose pressing against his side, then finding the musk of his own hard cock, kept like that from the embarrassment of the situation, and without Raenn expecting it, Tiberius shoved his muzzle down to sniff and even give his cock a lick.

Raenn jumped. With one hand, he tried to push the dog away, but the beast didn't want to, so he failed. Another lick came to his cock, then another right at the tip where pre was leaking from. Raenn retreated from the king's cock for a moment to use both of his hands to roughly push Tiberius away, but as soon as he did, Ruvel growled. It wasn't the low growl from before. It was an angry, violent snarl.

Raenn felt Ruvel's paw coming up to his neck, grabbing it and pulling him up, holding him. Raenn could barely breath, his paws came up to his brother's wrist, trying to pull his paw away, but he was no match for the bigger wolf's strength. He could only look at his brother's growling muzzle and meet his eyes. He'd never seen such anger in them before.

"Don't. You. Dare. Lay a finger on Tiberius," the king rasped. The dog just watched from the side, the push had barely been felt by the big beast. Raenn just nodded. He nodded quickly and firmly, which was enough for his brother to let him go so he could fall back on his knees, gasp and cough. "If Tiber wants to lick you, he's gonna fucking lick you. You lay a claw on my dog and I'll have you thrown at the deepest dungeon of the most remote prison I can find."

Again, Raenn just nodded and lowered his head. His own paw still rubbed his neck, hurtful from the grip. What the hell was his brother's problem? If he knew who he was, he wouldn't do such a thing! Yet, Raenn had to keep up the appearance. Stay close until he found a way to tell him, to get away from the bull, the impostor and everyone else. That's why when his brother's hand came back to his scruff to guide his muzzle back to his cock, Raenn made himself start to lick again.

Ruvel seemed pleased with that. His eyes stayed over Raenn for quite a while, the huffing of his breath slowly calming down. Tiberius, on the other hand, acted like nothing happened. It didn't take long for the dog to start sniffing again and find Raenn's cock once more. He started to lick it again, much to Raenn's embarrassment and discomfort, but this time he didn't move to stop it. He couldn't.

"...I'm sorry," Ruvel finally said. The king averted his eyes. He seemed calmer now, but definitely still very drunk. "Sorry 'bout that. I just can't.... fuck." Ruvel stayed silent for a moment. His paw let go of Raenn's scruff, coming back up to scratch his head instead as if that was a compliment or an apology. It felt a little degrading, but it was better than being shoved around.

"Tiber is my companion. Do you know how hard it is for a king to have friends?" The king's eyes were fixed on the dog, not minding at all the fact that he had his muzzle buried down, licking the twitching slave's cock and balls vehemently. "Everyone is my friend, in a way, and yet nobody is. When I still worked on the military I had plenty of 'em. Even being a prince, I knew I did, but as a king? Nah. Everyone is too scared to be disrespectful." Ruvel sighed.

"Even my brothers. They understand what it's like and yet... We're all so different. We used to talk more when we were pups, you know. I miss that. Now it's all about duty or whatever else. Barely even talk, it's like I don't know 'em. Except for Rael, of course, but with him it's like trying to befriend a marble statue. Tiber isn't like that. He doesn't even know I'm a king, he's just here for me."

Raenn listened to it with attention. Despite the fact that he was having to nurse his brother's cock and had a dog being insistent on licking the underside of his own member, he listened. He had no idea his brother felt like that. After all these years, he had just figured that... well, he was the king. He had never thought about it, but now he found himself feeling guilty for it. Ruvel finished another cup of wine and grabbed the jug to fill it up, but he found it empty. The king grumbled in annoyance.

"Bah. It's time to finish up. Besides, Tiber is the reason you're here in the first place, huh?" The king's hand returned to his scruff, this time to push him downwards. Raenn grunted, looking up at him confused. What was that even supposed to mean? Raenn had to readjust himself to be on all fours in front of the chair with the king pushing him down, and once he did, Ruvel was satisfied, then the wolf used his own hand to point his cock downwards towards Raenn's muzzle. He caught the hint, his brother wanted a full blowjob to finish up, but the thought made Raenn's muzzle grow red and, in turn, made his own cock, which was already stimulated enough with the dog licking it, pulse and leak even more.

He had little choice, he did as was expected from him. He took his brother's tip into his muzzle and started to suckle on it. It was the same thing he had done for Jared so many times, yet the wolf's cock tasted.. different. He didn't want to think about it. He took more of it into his muzzle, letting his tongue swirl around it to please it just like he had been trained to do, but he found himself blushing more and more. At least Tiberius had retreated behind him, so he didn't have to deal with that.

Raenn had his ears down and kept glancing up towards his brother. Ruvel had a satisfied expression. The same expression of pleasure any male would have when someone else is enveloping his cock with a warm, wet muzzle. He took up to half of the king's cock into his muzzle, using his tongue to tease the underside of it and getting used to the size, but Ruvel would have none of it. He gripped the slave's head and forced him to take another few inches. Apparently Raenn had already spent too long going slow, so he had little choice but to take it in. The taste of his brother's precum against his tongue was so common by then that he could barely feel it.

The enslaved prince's muzzle was burning. Ruvel was his own brother! Raenn tried to control himself, to shove the shame away, because it was making his own cock throb with need. So much arousal. He knew he was dripping over the fancy floor, he could feel his knot as engorged as the one he was almost kissing with his lips and he felt a small urge to reach down and stroke himself, but he couldn't do that, of course. He still had plans of telling Ruvel who he was, somehow, but just thinking about the embarrassment of knowing he had done what he was doing... no. That was exactly the sort of thing he shouldn't be thinking about. Ruvel groaned above him, the hand gripping his scruff lightly scratching it as well, but Raenn knew it was always ready to tighten the grip again and keep him there if he tried to retreat too much.

"Very good, very good... You've got talent with that muzzle of yours," the king praised, his voice full of pleasure and satisfaction. He leaned forward, however, enough so that his paw that wasn't holding the slave's neck could go all the way to his back to give it a few taps. "Come on, don't let me enjoy this alone."

Raenn's eyes went up to the king. Jared had never told him to pleasure himself while pleasuring and he always said the nobles didn't care. Raenn's blushing got stronger. He really didn't want to do that! The realization that king Ruvel wasn't talking to him came crashing over him even more heavily than the weight of the huge dog over his back that mounted him.

Raenn grunted. Or, he would have, if he could make any sound. His eyes went wide and he immediately tried to retreat from the wolf's cock, but he was held tight by that paw, as if the king expected him to do that. The slave felt the dog clumsily adjusting himself, heavy over him, paws going around his chest rather than his waist due to Tiberius' size. Worse yet, he felt something half hard poking around his rear. He couldn't measure the size, but it already felt big, at least in his worried mind. The size wasn't even the whole problem, though. He was a feral dog! Raenn tried harder to retreat, pulling against his brother's hold, but the wolf above him just growled and shifted his grip to his collar. The slave collar. As soon as Raenn pulled back for the first time, the thing burned him, so he let out a silent whine and stopped pulling at once.

"What's wrong? Too late for second thoughts now, slave. I requested a slave that could help Tiber get off, you applied, now get on with it." Raenn would whimper if he could. He was having second thoughts about accepting the 'special slave' premise, but it was too late for that now. Ruvel was clearly still drunk, but the king sighed. He relaxed a little with Raenn stopping the pulling, but his hand didn't leave the collar. Raenn didn't even know if the wolf knew the thing burned him when tugged, but he couldn't do more than stand still with the three quarters of the wolf's cock inside his muzzle and the dog's hardening cock humping against his rear.

He felt exposed. He was dreading being fucked by a feral dog, but even though Tiberius' member felt like it was fully hard, the dog only managed to poke around, not really finding entrance. The position by itself was humiliating enough, however. On all fours, in front of his own brother, sucking his cock with a dog trying to hump him. Ruvel was oblivious to all of it, the drunk wolf simply relaxing his head back against his chair. A few more minutes of him slurping around his brother's cock while Tiber humped him went by, the shame still making Raenn's face burn and, in turn of course, his cock to pulse.

It felt like he could do it. Raenn started to work harder on the king's member, hoping that if he got off he would be able to shove Tiberius away from him. He took as much of the cock as he could, feeling the tip pressing against his throat and knowing he was going to be gagging if he hadn't been trained out of his gag reflex forcefully in the last week. He went down yet a little more, grunting silently from the effort of deep-throating the wolf's cock, feeling it against his throat. It was never a pleasant experience, he had no idea how so many slaves did it so naturally, but it had the desired effect. Ruvel moaned in pleasure above him, his cock pulsing. He knew the king was close. He couldn't believe he was trying to make his brother cum down his throat, but the situation demanded it. It wasn't enough to sate his embarrassment over it.

"Fuck... fuck, you're really good," Ruvel groaned. The king's hold on his collar tightened, which made him wince, but not enough to tug it. The wolf pressed himself forward, his knot going as far as press against Raenn's teeth, rubbing against his lips. He was definitely close and, at the same time, Raenn felt so much shame that his cock was demanding attention, full of arousal. The throbbing pleasure of his own member always made these degrading acts both better and worse at the same time. Raenn thought he was doing well, he thought it would be over soon, but all of a sudden, the dog above him shifted positions. He slid up a little, those paws around his chest going up. Raenn felt the dog's cock rubbing against his rear, the size impressing him, but what he did not expect was that with the shifting of position, Tiberius was much closer to hitting his mark. Raenn noticed that when the next thrust almost pressed against his entrance, but before he had time to do much about it, the dog finally hit the gold.

Raenn gasped. He might have shouted if he could. All he did was breath in around the cock shoved deep into his muzzle. Ruvel groaned above him, taking the act as some sort of pleasuring technique, no doubt, but Raenn had to cope with a slicky, pre-covered feral dog cock going up his ass in one swift movement. It felt big, it felt wide and, most of all, it was too much, too fast. The feral dog let out a small bark of excitement above him, certainly enjoying the feeling of the slave clenching hard around his member.

Again, Raenn had an attempt to pull back, but this one was met with a soft growl from the king and a hard shove of his head down the wolf's cock. The wolf held him down, moaning again, but Raenn wasn't even sucking anymore. Well, at least he wasn't trying. With his mark found and being the feral he was, Tiberius didn't waste any time before starting his thrusting. There was no time to get used to the big length inside his rear, no mercy, no regard for his comfort or pleasure. The dog just wanted to get off, so he shoved a few more inches inside Raenn before pulling back and doing it again. The humping was clumsy at best, but it hurt! Raenn's eyes got wet, tearing up, but he closed them, enduring it.

It was hard for the slave to cope with all of it. Ruvel was dripping right into his throat, close to finishing, Raenn knew, but he was too busy to worry about that. Not even Jared, in all the times he had fucked him, had been as rough as the dog was being. Not to mention that he was a fucking dog!

"Hahah! Yeah, Tiber, good boy, rut him good," Ruvel cheered, just noticing the wet sounds of the dog's cock stretching the slave's tailhole way more than it should. It was almost as if Tiberius actually understood them. Raenn felt him going deeper, felt the dog's bigger, plump balls hitting his own as the dog hilt himself for a split second before pulling back and thrusting all the way down to hilt again. Too fast, too strong! Raenn could only gasp and grunt around the cock inside his muzzle. He wasn't even paying attention to Ruvel anymore, but apparently, that was enough for his brother.

"Fuck... fuuuuck yeah," the wolf above him growled. That hand gripped the slave's scruff again, hard this time, and he pressed the muzzle down on him so hard Raenn was half afraid he was going to shove his knot into it. The slave was so busy trying to deal with the dog behind him that it surprised him when warm wolf spunk started to come straight to his throat.

Raenn coughed a little, as silent as they were. His neck bulged and not even the sound of his heavy swallowing made it past the silencing collar, but it was very much there. Small tears of sheer embarrassment came out from Raenn while jet after jet of his brother's cum was deposited straight down his throat for him to gulp down while, at the same time, his dog went at his ass with no mercy. Raenn's cock underneath him was begging for attention, shooting pleasure up his body, feeling like he could hit his own climax right there if it wasn't for the short bursts of pain in his tailhole when the dog went too deep.

It only lasted a few small seconds, really, but it felt longer for the enslaved prince. Ruvel's grip slowly loosened around his scruff until, by the time his cock was done pulsing its last remnants of cum, it disappeared entirely. Raenn pulled back right away, some more silent coughing came. A little bit of his brother's seed dripped down the sides of his muzzle, the last bits he hadn't really swallowed when the king was pulling back, but he barely had time to worry about that. He immediately grit his teeth again, Tiberius going strong at him. The wolf's hand coming to scratch his head.

"That was fucking great. Hot and great. You're a good slave. A pervert, but a good slave," the king said, smiling. He just sat there, watching his dog fuck a slave for a little while with his own spent cock still throbbing, half hard. Raenn looked up at him, tried helplessly to form words, but it was only when the wolf finally leaned to the side to see the action that he spotted what was pretty much a pool of precum Raenn had made on the floor and stood up. Out of shame alone, of course.

"You two are making a mess. Go do your rutting on your own bed, Tiber, c'mon." Ruvel tried to touch Tiberius, but the dog just let out a light growl. He didn't want his fucking interrupted. Ruvel grabbed Raenn's collar instead, then, and pulled him towards the bed instead of the dog. The thing burned and Raenn had little choice but to try to crawl forward. Tiberius growled again from over him, but the burning was stronger than his fear, so he crawled a few inches with a cock still being thrust into him until, finally, the distance made the dog lose its mark and come off.

That allowed Ruvel to pull him faster, forcing him to crawl all the way towards the dog's big 'bed' on the floor by the room's corner. It was very soft under the slave's knees, but he was only worried about the burning that he couldn't fucking shout to his brother he was causing. The dog followed the crawling slave, all frisky circling him with impatience. When Ruvel finally let him go and the burning stopped, Raenn managed to get the first look on Tiberius' cock and again, and he would gasp if he could.

It was huge. Certainly bigger than Ruvel's or Jared's. He had taken THAT into his tailhole? No wonder it hurt so much! The dog's knot was all formed as well, huge on its base. Tiberius was glad to hop onto his own bed.

"There. You can get messy here. You better make sure Tiber is satisfied," Ruvel said with a warning growl. The wolf king was drunk to the point of stumbling a little. Raenn shook his head immediately, he wanted to stand up, try to tell him who he was, but before he could even attempt it, Tiberius was already over him again. With more space, the huge dog pressed him down as he mounted the slave and this time, much to Raenn's dismay, he had absolutely no trouble in finding the stretched tailhole he was using so that he could resume his activities. Raenn let out another silent shout, looking up desperately towards his brother, but the drunk king wasn't even looking at him anymore. He just yawned, turned away and slouched towards his own huge bed. Ruvel let himself lay on it, clothes and everything, and within moments he was already still.

Raenn cursed. He struggled. For several moments, he struggled under the dog to get out of him. That huge cock driving itself into him over and over again was now way more slick, the thrusting coming with much more ease. It still hurt like hell, Tiberius being just too big and ruthless for it to ever be comfortable, but there was still some pleasure. That wasn't what was keeping Raenn's arousal as incredibly high as it was, of course. It was the fact that his face still burned with the sheer humiliation of being rutted by a feral dog like that.

Tiberius growled above him. The dog's growling grew, annoyed with the slave's attempts to make his rutting difficult. If it wasn't for the dog's weight, Raenn was sure he would already slipped away, but it was hard and the assault on his tailhole kept him gasping and silently groaning. A pair of teeth at the back of his neck was what finally made Raenn freeze. The sharp things pressed against his skin didn't penetrate the flesh, but who was to say they wouldn't? Tiberius kept growling, the mating bite finally holding his 'bitch' down so that he could hump even harder. Raenn had his face pressed against the dog's bed. He could smell Tiberius in it, dogs hardly being the cleanest of creatures, while his ass was still up held clumsily by the dog's forepaws while he fucked him relentlessly.

The worst part was that, by then, Tiberius was actively trying to shove his knot into the slave as well. Since the dog's instinct was tying, of course he was going to try. It made Raenn even more nervous. He definitely felt the huge bulb of flesh pressing against his entrance over and over again with speed and strength, but it was just too big! At least, that's how it felt at first. Soon enough, Raenn's claws sank against the dog's bed, making tiny holes in it. The dog's knot pressed on and on, harder and harder. All of his pleasure spots were constantly hammered by the dog, over and over again, mixed in with the pain of the ruthless thrusting. The slave's cock throbbed in the air, untouched, overwhelmed with magical arousal from the damned collar in this humiliating position and the fucking happening right there. The conflicting pleasure was all that kept Raenn going, not that he had much choice anyways, but at least it was there.

The eyes of the wolf in a dog's body shot open. Both things happened at the same time, even though he was only expecting one of them. The knot popped past his entrance, a searing shot of pain going through his body the moment his tailhole was forced to stretch itself enough for it to go by and then, at the very same time, Raenn's climax hit him. He hadn't even touched his cock, so it came to him as a surprise when the rush of pleasure peaked, making his body tremble as his cock shot ropes of cum down over the dog's bed. He would have howled, if he could, the orgasm intense and overwhelming, mixed in with the high pain of the dog rocking his hips knot-deep into his ass. Raenn felt full, never having anything so big inside him before and his own orgasm was just fading when he felt the warm rush of the dog's own seed coming deep inside him.

Tiberius knot made sure none of it would come out. That his bitch would be suitably tied to improve the chance of having pups. The dog's bite tightened when he came, some silent barks coming alongside random growling. He kept rocking himself, the dog's load constant and lasting much longer than Raenn's own did. By the time Tiberius finally let go of his neck, Raenn was collapsing with exhaustion. His ass still felt hurtful. A few tugs from Tiberius were enough to make him grunt and wince, knowing full well he was tied to the dog in the most shameful way possible for however long Tiberius' knot lasted. That knowledge kept Raenn's cock humiliatingly hard even after his forced, hands-free orgasm. Tiberius, on the other hand, laid down, though he was pretty much laying over Raenn. It was a good thing that his bed was as big and soft as it was.

Some time went on. The dog got busy licking the back of Raenn's neck where the bite had taken place, then doing some sniffing, and then laying down with his head next to the slave's with a few whines and relaxing. His cock was still wide and big inside the prince, of course, but the dog didn't seem to mind that as much as Raenn did.

With half his body under the heavy dog, Raenn could barely move properly. He looked up at the bed to see Ruvel snoring. He was still recovering from the whole experience, but he did his damn best to try to at least see the whole thing in a positive perspective. At least nobody had came to capture him again, at least they didn't know where he was. Maybe... just maybe in the morning he could manage to tell Ruvel something, as embarrassing as it was to tell him that he was his brother and he had just been fucked by his dog after sucking his cock. ...Maybe, if he waited long enough, the potion the impostor renewed every two days to keep the appearances switched would wear off. Those thoughts were soothing. As bad as it was to be lying under a feral dog with a knotted cock up his tailhole, at least, for the first time in weeks, Raenn didn't feel surrounded by enemies.