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"At last!"

Areku Al-Khemi, a white jackal, sighed with relieve when the last public query was resolved and his seat of power was finally his own in the full sense of the word. The heavy stone front doors were closed. From the hidden servant doors came little fennec slaves who brought him wine and refreshments. He had no eyes for them, busy in the mental exercising of cleaning out all the trouble the day of reign had brought. Snatching a date from the plate and washing it down with sweet summer wine from his own gardens helped through the ordeal. His gaze went down the long hall before his throne, up the other end to the ceiling and rested there for a moment. A shadow moved in the corner of his eye. Looking down instantly, he saw a red carpet had materialized in front of his throne. A carpet that ended in a puffy long tail and started with a sly grin. "Hello, your highness."

Areku had picked up another date for snack, but now he snipped it into the foxes face. Who caught it with a snap of his jaws. "Thank you, your highness!" he cheered, still chewing. Areku sighed rolling his eyes. "Nathaniel." he said, emphasizing each syllable with a tone of annoyance. "What is it now?"

The foxtaur was one of Arekus many advisors and one of the few master slaves to the Al-Khemis. Which meant he was technically free to move and enjoying a great deal of authority withing the palace, while remaining in the status of being royal property. His hands went for the Jackals thighs, massaging them with skillful fingers. Areku raised an eyebrow at that, but permitted him. "You see" Nathaniel began in his honeyed voice "While I was listening to your many verdicts this day, I was thinking you were in need of a distraction. Something that would ease your mind and do something against those pesky stiff muscles." He emphasized those words with a squeezes of Arekus thighs further up towards the hip. Areku groaned. "Look, if this is one of your usual games, you can go right into the dungeons by yourself and pick some pent-up guardsmen." "No, no, no" the fox interrupted, which earned him another royal glare. "You misinterpret my pure intentions, great Pharaoh." Nathaniel stood up in a smooth motion, walking around the throne on his four paws and placing his hands an Arekus shoulders, where he continued his massage. "See, your subjects ever so often don't know their place. Your family has given them so much, yet they remain unsatisfied so often or spoil the peace you brought them with bothersome quarrels of their own." Areku snarled silently, allowing himself to agree to this view of things for the time. The fox continued. "Where you put your foot, the people should rejoice." He bent down and cooed into Arekus ear. "So why not spent the night with someone who will relish your foot-putting adequately?"

Areku peered into the foxes green eyes, who grinned with a nod. "I see you find that agreeable. I'll see to it right away. Will the throne hall suffice?" Areku leaned back, still eying his questionable advisor suspiciously. But, eventually, nodded. "It will suffice. Show me who you have in mind. If nothing else, at least you seem to be of use for accounting my quantity of slaves." The foxtaur bowed, which meant he performed a curtsy with his front while his rear remained standing. "You're too kind, your highness." Then he silently withdrew into the shadows.

Areku had just eaten two more dates and half emptied his goblet of wine when a door to the east left opened. In came four minotaur guards who carried a kind of palanquin. This one, though carried on four handles, was though a mattress with chains and manacles at the sides. The manacles were currently occupied by a beautiful lion, who knelt in the middle of the mattress. The minotaurs brought it before the steps of the throne. Kneeling for their pharaoh and placing down the palanquin was one motion. One of them looked up, presenting a key and pointing at the manacles. Areku nodded. Each minotaur guard opened one of the manacles, freeing the lion. Then they left the throne hall and closed the door. The only sound remaining was the anxious panting of the little lion.

Which Areku had recognized instantly. "Kory." He said with a soft, loving voice. The lion looked up, startled with pride the pharaoh had spoken his name. Areku grinned. "Come closer, little lion. Kneel before me." Kory obeyed, his only reluctance caused by his shyness. But that was over in the blink of an eye, and gracefully he climbed the few steps to kneel on the last one. From here he was on eye level with his royal crotch, but forced himself to look down with humility. Which, he realized, made him watch those beautiful feet instead. The jackal moved his legs, setting his feet a little apart. Both were big paws, broadly grown to support an upright walking body. The muscular structure that framed his entire body also made them look athletical. His claws were well trimmed and clean. He wriggled his toes on the right paw. The lion watched.

Areku performed a few more movements, watching Kory before him, who wasn't aware how plain his face could be read. "You like my feet?" Areku asked casually. Embarrassed Kory looked up with a gasp. Feeling unworthy to look into the pharaohs eyes, he looked down at his feet again, which made him feel even more embarrassed. So he went for the middle, realizing he stared right at the pharaohs genitals, and turned his head to the side, looking away. "I- I do, your highness." He stammered eventually. Areku smiled, but his voice was firm with command. "Massage them." He lifted his right foot and put it on the lions chest. Kory gasped again, and after a moment took the paw between his hands.

Straightening his position he held the royal foot so he could rub the sole with his thumb and let his fingers play with the toes gingerly. Little dust was on the pads, because the halls of the palace were kept perfectly clean all the time. The leathery pads were warm to the touch, though surprisingly rough. Secretly he had expected them to be softer, but apparently a pharaoh was doing more legwork than the people rumored. While Kory kept exploring the pads and toes, Areku added his second foot to the lions chest. Kory massaged them each with a hand, humming silently to himself. Areku relaxed and closed his eyes, allowing himself to slowly sink into his throne. Only after a while he added "You may lick them."

Once more Kory gasped, but this time with a pronounced whimper of happiness. Lowering his maw to the foot to his left, he reached out with his tongue and gave the canine toes little licks. Carefully he went from toe to toe, while massaging the sole with his thumb and the other foot with his second hand, before licking the pads. He released the foot from his maw and took care of the other, giving it the same treats. Eventually he buried his nose in the softness of Arekus pads and soles, licking both feet in turn. Areku moaned, but Kory didn't hear him right now. He was too busy worshiping these mighty feet, which he was allowed to caress with his hands and tongue. He even sucked on the toes here and there or rubbed his cheeks against the sole. It was so pleasant.

So pleasant in fact his cock was already throbbing. And though Kory did indeed not notice, Areku already had a hand under his kilt, stroking his length. The lions little show did a lot to make him feel better. Reminded him how important his well being was on his daily duties, and how much the people under his feet depended on him. But even those royal thoughts were soon brushed aside by more pressing matters. Those that were pressing against his kilt. Causing the little Lion to sigh sadly, he took away his feet from him to stand up. Mouth gaping Kory stared at the throbbing length that presented itself in front of his face. "Lay down on that mattress of yours, Kory. Present me your back."

With grace befitting a feline, Kory made for the mattress and went on all fours as soon as he reached the soft cushions. Lifting his long tail he exposed his firm backside to Areku. The jackal grinned. Cock in hand he descended the stairs, approaching his waiting subject. His left hand touched a cheek, and with a thumb he probed the tail hole. Kory moaned, bending down further as if praying with humility. Areku enjoyed that a lot. Gathering his leaking pre-cum to lube Kory with, he tenderly massaged the lions entrance. More the feline moaned, wriggling his rump in anticipation for a second. Areku giggled and delayed no further. Slipping closer behind the lion, he placed his throbbing length between Korys cheeks. A single thrusting motion was all it took to lodge his tip below the lions tail. Kory gasped. And widened slowly as the canine drove his length into the warm depth. Areku groped the felines ass cheeks, rubbing them softly in the process while slowly applying his pre-cum with each thrust. Step by step he felt his way into the feline. Kory moaned passionately, holding still for the pharaoh. Soon Areku had fully sunken into the lion, rubbing his hip against his butt cheeks. Then he pulled back and began to thrust.

Kory gasped breathlessly. He wasn't made to pack all that meat so quickly. Yet he moaned in pure pleasure, while the pharaoh kept thrusting into him. Soon he began to bounce back against Arekus thrusts, pleasing him as well as possible. Areku plowed into his subject with all the calm he could muster, while raw desire was pounding through his system. His knot already began to swell, but he disciplined himself. Instead of giving in to the urge to hammer his kitty senseless, he kept on thrusting at the full of his length in a steady rhythm. He bent forward and reached around for Korys length, squeezing it. The lion moaned all too happily. Grabbing Korys cock he began to stroke him in union to his thrusts.

But no discipline could last forever in an endeavor such as this. His swollen knot made Areku shudder every time he smacked it against the firm hips of his lion. His muscles bulged with tension. Sweat was running down his frame. One strong arm embraced the lion around the chest, lifting him up. Kory gave a short yelp of surprise, sinking deeper onto Arekus shaft. Nothing could rescue him from the throbbing knot that his own weight pressed him against now. Areku pushed him down carefully, while keeping his thrusts coming in quick succession. Kory moaned raggedly in overwhelming pleasure while his hole slowly gave way. Both cried out when Arekus knot plopped in audibly. Arekus right hand stroked Korys member quickly, while his thrusts came in brief jerks of his hip. His balls tightened and he shot his load into the lion, who came that same moment with surprisingly mighty jets of seed. Their unified orgasm lasted until they grunted in exhaustion.

Areku allowed them to lay down on the mattress, now sticky with Korys seed. Neither minded. Sweat stuck them together, and Areku began to lick and kiss his subjects neck with great tenderness. Kory was panting, spent and heavenly overwrought. His pincer throbbed with every of his heartbeats, spread to the extends of his capabilities. The better of half an hour later was the first chance they got to untie, but they made no haste.

Later on, Areku would put the refreshments next to their mattress, together with the flagon of wine which had refilled as magically as the second goblet had been added to the dish. Together they spent the night, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings.