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Perhaps the day was not so bad. Prince Khaed had not seen the amphitheatre so bustling with people and life since before the troubles began. It gave the tall, broad, starkly white-furred wolf a feeling of hope, his spirits lifted with the wind that was free to blow amongst the assembled. The playful air danced around his tight, militaristic formal wear of a purple tunic with golden leaf trim and buttons, fine slacks, and masterfully crafted leather boots, attempting to ease some of the tension in the rigid wolf's straight back. He was happy for the skies, there couldn't be a more perfect day or setting for his wedding.

Surely, the wolf thought, it bode well. Many other wolves, nobles nobles and commoners like, hastily bustled around him in preparation for the ornate ceremony that was to happen. The opulent, solid granite stage and raised stone seating all around it had newly placed pots flowers and vines all around! They were decoration and symbols of new life. His mother, Queen Tiri, was already taking her place amongst the honoured seats at the very front.

There was a foreigner already sharing the stage with him, a tiger. High Priest Vallin had agreed to come for the ceremony at King Mason's request, he visited as a neutral officiator and was taking his time to prepare by turning a closed-eyes gaze to the heavens in a mediation. Fresh seaside winds drew attention to the man's ceremonial white robes dancing in it, they tempered the sunlight to keep Khaed and his guests cool. The sun had not yet set, but, its rays partially filtered through swaying branches of the willow trees which stretched from horizon to horizon along their coast.

As far back as Khaed could remember he'd never felt such a sense of gravity around this place. Khaed looked over those assembled - the wolves, his beloved people, took up the entire western side of the seating. The eastern? Deer. The smell of them on the wind was overbearing. Barbarians, the lot of them, hard to like and impossible to trust in Khaed's experience. One couldn't even feel honestly outwitted when he received report of a loss in the Eastern Wastes or in the ever-contentious Kessick's Forest. The nomadic herbivores were tricky, underhanded, they only fought fairly after exhausting all other options. The prince grit his teeth, they were scars on his day.

The occasion was of such importance that his father's very throne had been brought to the amphitheater for the proceedings. It as going to be Khaed's by the end of the ceremony, it would be important for everyone to see him taking his rightful place on it and accepting the crown that went with it. The ancient throne had an uncomplicated, simple design of straight-lined marbled with columns supporting each wide arm of the holy seat. Even if Prince Khaed didn't care for the simplistic weight and severity of it, he did love what it represented - heritage, power, wolven authority. It had been passed on to his father from his mother before him, her mother before her, her father before her, and so on, stretching back to when their kingdom had first come to be. It was an awesome thought that it would soon be his - all that separated him from it was a simple ceremony. As regrettable as the ceremony would surely be, the throne made it worth it. His time for power had come.

The prince's crown was currently sitting on his father's head, it would remain there until the newly married king was declared. It was a small, simple thing of white gold and small sapphires, a relatively modest sign of wealth, power, and divine blessing to lead. He wanted it on his head, he could practically already feel it dripping power over him! All of those people assembled would see it on the white wolf and know King Khaed as the wolf he was, a true leader. He could already taste it on his tongue.

The deer had brought their own symbol of power, such as it was, though it was far from the stage and kept near the road. A golden chariot crafted of fine wood and gold, the 'blessed' thing had led their king and his general children into many battles with the wolves and others. Their overly large, towering deer of a chief was wearing his own symbol of leadership to match the Chariot - an ugly, showy, spiked piece of golden armour: a vambrace to cover and protect their leader's right forearm, the one that leads. Both the chariot and the armour were likely stolen from some other kingdom, surely. Khaed supposed that he might have to wear the thing to appease their honour once he was named head of the new royal family, but, he would be counting down the minutes until the hideous thing could be removed from him. To think that instrument of war were their highest symbols of royalty? Barbaric, simple. Unenlightened.

"Do you see Beryn?" a voice from behind the prince asked. The voice was deep, but light, rigid, but forgiving. Unmistakable - his father. King Mason had been the one fighting hard for this day to happen - he'd petitioned Vallin, Novak, convinced Tiri. The most difficult of all had been convincing his son.

Khaed turned his head part way. He crossed his arms in front of himself in obstination, he raised raised his chin to look down his snout at all of the invited antlered guests - they all looked the same, dressed in random rags and jewellery of bone. What gold adornments they had were wasted on the ancient Chief Novak, he had gold earrings and a necklace to match the fearsome vambrace plating just one of his arms. The gold adornments and the vambrace identified him as part of a small herd of deer standing just off-stage - General Beryn was likely one of the ones crowded around his leader. Their dress was revolting - loincloth bottoms for just about all of them, even the women! The two who were surely Chief Novak's daughters huddling with them wore coverings on their waists but laid their chests bare. Khaed's perfect, long-awaited wedding day wouldn't be to some studly prince of a fellow kingdom to make him rich, it was a primitive soul who cared not enough for the future to even settle a home. They were talking, laughing, clashing their goblets of ale and wine together in toasts before crudely throwing their head backs to drink. "... I'm sure he's one of them. What are they discussing, father? How joyous a day this is for their abdication, how wonderful they've strategized to surrender without saying the words? It's a war meeting, they're likely sizing up our guard to-"

"The chief and his kin are here to see their Beryn wed. Your marriage is not an abdication, son, it's a new beginning! The Old Ways demand a celebration. It would be wrong if they were four. They're simply joyous, just as much as I am. You are a prize, aren't you? Should not this Beryn be glad that you would take his paw? They're unarmed. We're sharing wine, food, this would not have happened even months ago. There's been a change, son. There will be more, all thanks to your love-"

"- No," Khaed growled, "Do not. No. Not love. I've never met this murderous fool who fancies himself a warmonger. This marriage is a political convenience, pacifism, diplomacy - but it's not love. It's disdain for me, revulsion, a betrayal-"

"- Shall I bring in a mirror for you? You can speak the ceremonial words of devotion to it and I'm certain the priest will overlook it. At least there would be some sincerity and devotion behind the words."

Khaed smirked. He took a breath of fresh air and returned his gaze to the chief's family herding just off the amphitheater's stage. "... That would certainly help," the prince joked back. He took the point, he could admit he was thinking selfishly. The day was important. His father left no room for agreement or disagreement with it, but, he knew as well as his father that continued fighting over a single path through a forest was hardly worth the security of their future! The severity of his former dourness returned when his eyes went back to the deer. "The thought of sharing this stage with one is revolting enough, I still doubt I'll ever be able to consummate this with one of them, father. No, you do not get to pretend this is some bedtime tale," he seethed. "There is no love in this farce. It's desperation." Khaed was furious, he spun his head to direct his fury at the High Priest! "Surely you agree. Is this a pure, holy thing? Or, do you know it's transactional?"

Vallin was rudely broken from his mediation and he showed it with a hiss and baring of his teeth. He extended his claws, too, though had the presence of mind to hide that. "... I believe, Prince," he said, "that you've made an assumption that they are not exclusive to each other."

Khaed opened his maw to reply in anger, but, that was then he caught it! A look, someone judging him in the candid moment. He turned to see the general on the chief's right hand staring at him - no, staring through him. The deer had a wide-set muzzle, big nose, dark, vacant eyes. Unappealing. He saw the deer's dark eyes glancing downward, then up, left, then to right, scanning the prince like he were a piece of livestock! The gaul! Khaed huffed and tightened the cross in his arms, he lifted that snout to look down at him over it to the most extreme degree he could manage. His big, fluffy tail sharply darted from side to side, signalling the sheer annoyance at the open appraisal.

The deer dared to scoff at him, to rebuff and sharply turn his gaze away in an obvious sign of disappointment. He was tall, hefty, thickly muscled, and his antlers were large to dwarf even his father's. His chest and abdomen were bare for all to see, and while Khaed's eyes were drawn to the deer's thick, iron-strong thighs he was disgusted to see such a small, simple loincloth attempting to provide modesty amongst the formally-dressed wolves. It was wholly inadequate. Not that Khaed was looking, but his eyes could trace over every inch of the obsene bulge of sheath pushing out from the top of the loincloth, not to speak of the hideously enormous, wild orbs barely contained beneath it. No, not barely contained, as the deer lifted his arm to rudely chug more of his ale the clothe shift just slightly to the right and accidentally flashed his future husband part of one of those hefty orbs. Khaed's blood boiled from the disrespect, his eyes turned red and he shot his gaze away! "It's him. To chief's right. Look at him, father, he's feral-mannered! Do you see how he's dressed?" he raged. "They aren't serious, to them this is a joke! He's refusing to make eye contact with me again. He's haughty, arrogant, a judgemental child! Clearly! There is no appreciation for this place, its history, no understanding of-"

"- He looks like a fine husband."

The prince was speechless. He was speechless for the very first time in his life. He simply turned to stare at his father who was looking to the buck singled out by his son.

"I am being sincere. Look at his muscles, son, his antlers - Chief Novak did not pick his weakest, he picked his strongest. Look at his bulk, his antlers! You know how important a sign that is to them. He's respected you with the prime choice of his kin. Those muscles were formed on the battlefield, son, it's most impressive - you find that attractive, don't you? I know you enjoy gawking at Geralt-"

"This conversation is not happening," the prince responded. "It is only a nightmare I can't wake up from." He would never speak to his father in earnest in that fashion, the words were hyperbolic and a token that he knew there was a valid point in there. Somewhere. Under better circumstances, and if he were a wolf instead of uncultured prey, he would perhaps find Beryn an attractive prospect for a night. Perhaps. It was hard to judge, the ugliness of him and his personality was impossible to look past. There was such a smug look on his face, like he knew Khaed was still looking! It was an enraging, incensing face, the wolf could smell arrogance dripping from that deer's smug face. Insufferable.

Years of fighting and death had done nothing but weaken both of them, something neighbouring kingdoms were looking upon with far-too-greedy eyes. Peace was urgently needed, and so Khaed had done as many in his family had before him - seal a political alliance with one that tied the families together. The thing that made this one so odd was the union between a wolf and deer, it brought a turn to the wolf's stomach just thinking about it. Bern was a antlered, uneducated, simplistic, brutish, rough beast with whom Khaed shared no memories, culture, or surely even basic values. It was hard to see anything recognizable as decent. "... My days are going to be spent with a simpleton who hunts to outsmart berries and long grass as strategic exercise." He turned to his father, but, the man was already moving by him. Their servants were taking their seats or positions behind the stage, Chief Novak took his place at an honoured seat beside beside Khaed's mother.

His father took steps past his son and towards the free seat by his wife. "Hopefully, son, your days will be free of war and the too-soon death in your kin." He continued walking away without waiting for a reply.

Khaed's lips pressed shut, it was a pointed remark that made the white wolf's ears fold back. It put into focus those siblings who were dearly missed from attending today - it had been a long, horrid road of troubles. That his father could look past such things to try and find friendship with these deer was admirable. The king took his place by his wife's side. That had been an arranged marriage, too, and Khaed took note of how tenderly he placed a paw on her thigh and how gently she placed a paw on top of his - there was caring there, understanding. Love.

It was unlike anything he saw in the unseemly hulk of muscle and antlers stomping his way up onto Khaed's granite stage to join him and Vallin. Khaed scowled, there was nothing but haughty pride and a violent thirst behind the general's eyes. The prince showed that he could see it by refusing to uncross his arms, even as his betrothed stepped within arms reach. The crowd grew suddenly silent, that most of all caused a sense of panic - this was happening. As much as he had dreaded this day, it was officially happening. Khaed wished he could stop the tiger from opening the holy text, but, the old book was opened and those horrid, dreaded words started spilling from the tiger's mouth. Khaed's only pleasure from it was seeing the dread and discomfort mirrored in Beryn's eyes - good. If Khaed was to suffer through this humiliation it was a consoling that the buck despised the idea of their union just as the wolf!

There was precious few moments before Vallin began, really Khaed didn't know why he simply had to open his mouth to interrupt. "A pleasure to finally meet you, 'General,'" Khaed greeted in a dripping-sweet voice. His eyes lowered to the woefully insufficient rag that pretended modesty. "It is nice to see you looking so comfortable. I was worried you would concern yourself too much with wearing fine garments for something so important. Or clothes."

"Please, my dear Prince, it's Beryn," he replied, not missing the beat Khaed had thought he would. No, he extended his arm and open paw for the wolf to take. He didn't lean forward as he did so, the prince noted. Surely it was communicating an unwillingness to budge - he expected Khaed to lean forward to take it! "You needn't worry, this day is for bigger things. I know you understand. Truly, my only concern was finding you. Thankfully you've hovered so close to your father's throne this entire time! It was easy to see who you are."

Khaed tried to swallow a scowl, instead the snarl openly showed to the priest, Beryn, and those close to the stage. To keep his anger from boiling over took a few moments! "... Khaed, please, Beryn. Best you practice wrapping your tongue around-"

"- We will begin," Vallin so sharply cut in, booming across and stage and up over the seats of the amphitheatre. He was not tolerating that kind of back in forth in front of the assembled mass of people! The tiger cleared his throat and prepared the first part from memory - "So gathered here are the sponsors of a new union, new life - here before all is General Beryn of Novak," he said, motioning with one paw. The other followed, pointing to Khaed as he continued, "and Prince Khaed, son of Mason, son Elestra, daughter of Winoan, daughter of Kessick..."

Even Khaled's attention was outside of that lineage as it was rattled off, both he and his betrothed had locked gazes against each other. The wolf's narrowed and sharpened, refusing unlock except to cast disdain down at that offensive garment. It was chosen on purpose, he was sure, to distract and upset him. Up close the lines formed from behind the clothe were even more crude. Not that Khaed was looking, but, how could he miss some fat, flat shape pressing up from the previously flat round impression made from a sheathe? Beryn was doing this intentionally, Khaed was certain.

The wolf sniffed and scrunched his nose in disapproval - he didn't think that crotch could smell any muskier but his nose was itching with more of it by the moment. The unimpressed, bored, disapproving look the deer was showing to him? Completely unwarranted, out of place. The deer should be grateful there was a wedding at all, and here Beryn was the one acting as though he was superior. Khaed listened for what he knew was coming, though, and when he heard it coming from the deer's lips Khaed felt like he had won a round of their battle.

"I submit my soul to this union, it belongs to its head..." the chief's muscular son said, carefully repeating the words Vallin spoke.

Khaed would repeat the words a moment later, but, there wasn't the same gravity to them. That was his father's throne they were standing in front of, in the middle of his father's kingdom, signifying rule over a forest and other lands that had been theirs since the beginning of history. There was no question, the wolf was the head of the union. "I submit my soul to this union, it belongs to its head..." Khaed repeated, putting a point on each word so that Beryn would understand it was only for the sake of ceremony. There was no question as to who the 'head' would be; the deer didn't even have lands to their titles. Khaed would be the head.

Vallin continued, pretending as though he didn't hear the edges in Khaed's words. "... And so, the gods look upon us this day, they smile as we honour the Old Ways and each other..."

Beryn's chin kicked up and tilted. He wasn't listening as Vallin spoke, it distracted Khaed enough that he wasn't hearing them either. In front of all they pretended to listen while eyes glared at each other! The deer didn't miss the wolf's sharpness of tongue. It was enraging, Khaed could see it building in his eyes. "You think you've won something," he whispered.

Vallin's voice grew louder to chastise the interruption, speaking over the whisper to signal that he wouldn't tolerate it. "... Valhal, the mighty hunter, may he bless this union with the hunt..."

Khaed snarled. "You are mistaken if you consider yourself a prize, buck. My only joy in this is that it will soon be over," he whispered back. He could sense that some in the audience were looking at them strangely; he felt Vallin's molten-hot glare being cast he spoke ever-louder, but the wolf's rage boiled on. "I am happy that my people won't suffer the annoyance of your pinpricks. I have won stability, you have won a garden in which I may let you hunt tomatoes."

Vallin loudly cleared his throat and slammed his book shut. He didn't miss a beat; he continued despite showing every disapproval to the two men in front of him. "... Ales, the fearsome warrior, may she protect their heirs..."

Beryn scowled! "You are even more the spoiled child than I was warned about," he said. His voice was turning more low-volume yell than a whisper. "You truly are a weak, needy husk of a thing."

"... Arist, the harvester, may he provide stocks of..."

Khaed kicked his foot against the stage. How dare the deer speak to him that way! In front of everyone - his parents! "You speak to me of childishness? I'm showing the grace to call you family and you insult me! This, the day of my wedding! Where did you learn your manners, your etiquette? Did your family just fail to instruct you, or did you learn from the worms and gnats on the dirt you sleep on?"

"On this day, they smile!" Vallin yelled. "For multiple souls to submit themselves to a single being! It is the highest form of-"

"The coward speaks of manners!" Beryn exclaimed. "I've faced and bested your men in so many fields, beloved, why have I never seen your face? You speak to me of propriety while your knees shake behind your father's throne. Be glad that you'll be freed of it," he spat, "you would be crushed under the weight!"

Khaed's ears flicked back in alarm. What did Beryn mean, freed? A sinking, dreadful fear spread through his stomach and up into his chest. The wolf shook his head and tail 'no' as Vallin spoke the ritual louder and louder. "There is an empty sky between those ridiculous ears of yours if you think that's how this day plays itself. This union means your family is mine, Beryn, are you too stupid to see that? Do you think I would ever let you so much as touch my father's hallowed seat?"

"And so!" Vallin yelled, voice breaking under the continued strain! "These two souls are joined to each other as husbands in accordance with the Old Ways. It is time, please, before the gods, before your family, before the sea, and before the land: be joined in your new union, and step toward your present chief and king the one who leads."

Finally, Khaed thought. The ridiculous, stupid, infuriating show of arrogance from Beryn would be set straight. No more would there be fighting over the wolves' lands, palaces, trade routes, and seats of power. No more, all would be consolidated in Khaed. He would reign over a kingdom with peace and prosperity that neither Mason nor Novak could have hoped for before him. The wolf sacrificed by marrying the deer, he would be rewarded with that which escaped so many of his ancestors - absolute authority. Khaed closed his eyes to savour the moment, turned to face the assembled guests, and took his fateful step forward - a step into his destiny!

He was expecting clapping, not the gasps that twitched his ears.

Khaed slipped one eye open and turned it to the deer, expecting him to have remained in place. But no. The wolf's ears perked up, a mighty growl shook the air and his eyes opened to cast lightning at Beryn who dared step forward with him. What was this! A joke! They had no rightful claim to this, everyone knew that. The wolves looked at each other in shock, murmuring amongst themselves in scandalous whispers. The only ones who didn't wear such surprise were Khaed's own parents. Mason and Tiri sat there, carefully looking at Khaed to judge his response - they knew. His traitorous family knew what the deer would do.

"Unacceptable!" the prince raged at his new husband. "You have no right, you filthy thief, you robber, we offer you this disgusting show and this is how I am repaid?" he demanded. "Where is the justice in this?" he screamed, now directing the fury towards Vallin himself. "You! You, you know what's supposed to be. You name me the head, this is over. This ceremony is done. I will not be made a fool of by my own-"

"- Enough!" Vallin yelled. "The Old Ways demand a single head to lead the body, there will be no interference from outside the marriage. Do both of you contest the proper consummation?" he asked. The crowd fell silent. All eyes were on the pair. Contested consummation hadn't been seen in so long, and between a wolf and deer? Never. There had never been such a spectacle.

The wolf expected Beryn do back down, surely he wouldn't want to lose and shame himself in front of his family. Yet, the deer proudly huffed out his chest, and pointed his antlers up to make himself appear as large as he could on that stage. "I do. I am the head of this union, I will be the one sit on the throne. My beloved will rule - at my side, in his proper place," he declared. "I will prove my right in the contest of consummation if we are of different minds. I will make him understand his role."

Vallin paused before speaking to Khaed, he expected a firestorm to be hurled his way in reply. "... Do you accept your husband's proclamation, Prince?" the High Priest asked. "Or will you engage in the Contest of Consummation? All here must bear witness. There can be no doubt of the result," he said. He could see the panic and indecision in Khaed's eyes, he knew the prince didn't want to partake in that particular ritual. "... Please, Prince. Do you accept your husband's proclamation? Will you rule with him, beside his throne?"

Not that Khaed would admit to himself, but there was a moment of indecision. The easy way out would be to accept it - he would still have riches, protection, comfort. It may even be an easier life being the husband of the true king, it would not be so great a responsibility and he would not have the heaviness of heart his father seemed to carry with him. The wolf made eye contact with Beryn in that moment of indecision. Would it be so wrong? It seemed as though his own father was expecting the deer to claim it, would he be angry if Khaed allowed him to?

It was a question deep in his mind before he caught the glint in Beryn's eyes. He knew it from his battle instructors, he knew when someone expected a surrender, knew when someone expected Khaed to back down. The deer was trying to hold his ground and fully expected he would - instead of pride, though, Khaed felt disappointment from him. The buck dared to expect surrender and faulted the wolf for it. The prince could perhaps take a life of leisure, what he could not accept was being looked down on in such a manner. No, there was only one way out of this. Khaed had to humiliate his husband so thoroughly that nobody would question wolven superiority in leadership. The wolf focused on that horrible face of the deer until his resolve surged. Khaed was incensed! The world was no longer blue and green from the trees, sea, and sky, no, it was turning blood-read from the corners and edges of his vision. His temples pounded with a furious, angry rush of blood, and he squeezed his fists so tight that his claws drew blood from his palms.

"Never." There were more commotion from their guests. "No. Never. Unacceptable! This antlered beast is welcomed into my family, it is not the other way around. A wolf, submitting to one of these... things?" he cried, eliciting murmurs of agreement from the wolves and a mix of scowls and hurt from the gathered deer, "I do not accept his proclamation. It is an insult. I am the one to head this family, I am the stronger and smarter husband. He will submit to me; I will make him in front of all of you to prove this. Please, hurry, bring the bonds. This contest will be over shortly - I will not slow or stop until he's leaking tears underneath my knot!" the wolf howled. "I will teach him his place."

"... Consummation has been contested," Vallin declared. He shook his head - this was not the ceremony he was expecting, but, he knew how important it was that the ceremony be brought to completion. Much was at stake. "Bring the Bonds of Matrimony!" he ordered.

The prince expected to see annoyance those big, doofy cervine eyes. His plan had been ruined, or at the very least stalled. Surely he had to know that the wolf would win any such contest? There was no other possibility - without their numbers or guerilla coordination deer were no match for their better wolves. Beryn would be on his knees in minutes, Khaed thought, pouting with those big, soft, dark lips of his. Yet, mixed with surprise in those big, deep, solid black bedroom eyes was an odd glint of delight. The stupid buck was excited about his impending loss! Khaed stretched his head and arms from side to side, cracking and stretching his muscles for the suddenly-required fight. Vallin left to stand behind the throne, and atop it a servant placed a bundle of varying lengths of ceremonial white leather strips, symbols of purity and devotion with which to bind each other.

As Beryn watched his stretch, Khaed turned himself and flexed both arms into strong curls to show off his bulk of muscle through his tightly-cut, purple tunic, stretching and extending his claws to add threat to it. "I don't wish to hurt you, husband," Khaed taunted. "I've had a richer, more complete training than you. I will use any strength you think you have against you." His feet slid apart on the granite stage in a lunge, flexing everything from his calves up his mighty glutes through his breeches! "Reconsider. If you don't, I can't promise that my knot won't make you squeal such awful noises, husband. I won't be kind with it."

The buck responded with a full-throated laugh! "It won't get near me until I'm feeling charitable one night, husband," he boomed, "and that will be long from now." He faced the enthralled audience, stretched his arms far out from each other, then curled them in a showy flex to show everyone how much thicker than were than the ones on Khaed. The bulging veins drew murmurs from their guests! He basked in the attention before flexing his pecs, meeting Khaed's shameless display with one of his own. He turned himself around, facing his back to the audience to lean his body forward and stretched his hamstrings to draw further gasps and murmurings from the watching deer and wolves, the rear flap of his loincloth just sunk into the open, thickly walled crevice. He flexed one cheek taught after the other in time with a exhibitionist sway of his hips to demonstrate mastery over his form. "This body was forged in battle. Where did you win those things you call muscles, husband? Did you slave, toil, whimper in the lavish comforts of your gymnasiums for them? Was it an awful inconvenience for you?" he teased. "Or did your father purchase them for you, like everything else?"

Khaed snarled, his flesh curled up to bare long, bright white fangs in threat to the buck. "There are entire books I've studied focused only on taking you pathetic things downs. You've heard of them, yes? Bound parchment with scribbles on them, your eyes turn them to words in your mind?" he taunted. "Indeed, they're not just good plunder for firemaking!"

The wolf thought he saw the smallest hint of sincerity in the grin the buck wore, it grew as he lifted to shake his tightened muscles out and face the crowd before them. "Never imagined I would marry someone who speaks so much," he said. "You do know some things don't need words?" To demonstrate his point, his right paw lifted to the tied string of his loincloth. With one switch, effortless motion he pulled the knot undone. The immodest, ineffective garment simply slid off of his might and down down between those thick, tree trunk-like thighs, landing on the granite stage directly underneath his weapon. The thick, wide, and heavy marble stone-hard throne was a pale shadow of the the might on display.

Only half-aroused and hundreds of eyes squarely focused on the bright red, flat, wide tip of the buck's cock as it throbbed to life. In Beryn's mind he pictured them all about ready to faint from it. It only stopped growing out of him when it reached tufts of fur which ran down the center of his chest, then the veins throbbed with the beast's heartbeat. Seeing the wolf queen's and king's eyes both lower brought such satisfaction!

Khaed hated the smug look it brought to him, he acted as though he'd already won. The sheer length and girth would have looked ridiculous if not the base beneath - and that sac was heavy and wide to support it. The untrimmed fur formed a forest around his sheath and stripped down between his balls, they'd trapped his musk and caused not only Khaed's nose to twitch, but, Vallin as well.

Beryn caught his father's chiefly eyes - the look of pride in them warmed his heart. It assured him of victory, he doubted Khaed could stand against it - no, he'd kneel. Beryn turned to face that hefty, hanging weapon to his opponent and grappled around the opening of his sheathe to coax more length to swell and spill from it.

Khaed clicked his tongue and turned his head up in a show of disgust! "Subtle." He pretended not to look, but, gravity befouled his eyes - they kept sinking to look as his husband's mass strained against itself. No, he didn't find deer dick attractive. Not at all! ... But if he did, the prince thought he could perhaps be impressed. His breeches grew tighter the longer his eyes examined the curves that red flesh, the weight at the tip was so curious. Khaed's arm lifted to the front of his tunic, he hooked two fingers over his collar and pulled down - the sun was sinking deeper into the treeline but the wolf was feeling warmer. Khaed sniffed at the air; at first the stench had been annoying, now it was wretched and all-consuming. It felt as though his nose was pressed to the tip of that flesh, he could practically feel the moisture budding on the buck's tip touching his nosepad. He scrunched his nose and shook his head, he needed that smell out of his head. It was atrocious, distracting, it was taking his mind off of the fight. "Remind me to introduce you to bathing after this," the wolf said. He caught he fingers pulling at his collar, he hastily moved those fingers to the top buttons of his tunic, releasing several down to the middle of his chest. He stretched his arms out again, the open tunic afford him much more room to move.

"No," Beryn replied, maintaining a straight face. "No bathing tonight. I want you to wear what's coming. I won't let you forget your place, husband."

Both of their attentions snapped when Vallin made the call. "Begin!"

Khaed's center of gravity fell as close to the granite as his knees would allow, preparing to spring a counter-offensive against the expected lunge - but there was none! The deer stupidly straightened his back and crossed his arms over his chest as soon as the match started, inviting an advance in a far more obvious manner than Khaed employed. Arrogance, nothing but arrogance. The deer had some weight over Khaed, especially with those antlers, so the wolf's thoughts went straight to toppling him over his center. That meant the legs. Given his husband's truly idiotic starting position, Khaed knew that the deer was expecting something, likely to counter with some simple show of might to humiliate the wolf. He could see it in the eyes, they were trying to predict what Khaed would do.

In that starting second he chose to fake-out his husband and play his certain counter against himself. Khaed lunged his body forward by springing with his left foot behind him! His left fist extended in a wild, inaccurate punching motion, triggering the deer to move his arms up in defense of where the paw would be - but Khaed's heel slid out from under him on the granite. It slid just as expected, sinking himself back down to the ground with a predator's grace. His punch was abandoned, instead he swung a vicious leg out in with a swift cut, striking the deer squarely behind his his knees.

Beryn yelled in shock, it was one of the sweetest sounds to ever grace Khaed's ear. His husband's massive body crashed first with his knees and then with his elbows into the hard granite surface of the stage, thoroughly knocked off his bearings. Khaed knew he had but a short window in which to work. The wolf had two things to control - the buck's antlers and his center of gravity. Key objectives, just as his training and reading described. One paw lashed out, gripped an antler and yanked it backward, looking for a strong hold for leverage and to keep from getting knocked off. For the beast's center of gravity Khaed used his knee - he drove it right into the small of his husband's back, making it impossible for the deer to simply roll out from underneath him.

Khaed wrestled to untie his breeches as his husband roared out to their crowd, he wished he'd taken the same nude approach the unseemly buck had. Precious time was lost getting those pants down. His thick, knotted pink cock pushed out from underneath the purple fabric of his tunic as it was freed, and the wolf shot his paw out to grip his husband's other antler while driving his own body down against Beryn's. He wanted the deer to understand what he was going to submit to, so, rougher and rougher he grinded his wide knot into his back!

"Off!" Beryn arced his head back with the pull of his antlers and rolled his eyes as high as they could, just so he could make upside-down eye contact with his lover as that knotted dick rubbed against his spine, his lower back, into the tuft of his tail - he'd expected to counter first move, not have a knee so expertly pinning him. It was a shock! The deer was almost impressed with his new mate - almost. Beryn roared in protest, threw his weight to the right, then hard to the left, all trying to swing the wolf off of him. Beryn's eyes went to the crowd - the deer were looking onward in shock, dismay. His father showed it most of all. The wolves? They were cheering their prince on. None of them dared speak, but, seeing the smile in King Mason's eyes was too much - the deer had new desire to dominate his son in front of him for it.

"I did not want to do this publicly," the wolf boomed, loud enough for all gathered to hear. His leaking dick slid into the sweat-soaked crease in that massive, warm, inviting tailhole. The guttural noise he heard coming from Beryn as the wolf's dick sunk in made Khaed smirk enough to bare fangs. "Submit, deer," he ordered, "There is still time to make your surrender pleasant..." he offered. Despite the offer, Khaed didn't wait. Relying on the dripping sweat from that crack and the precum leaking from Khaed's dick, the wolf slammed his hips forward! His cock pummeled inside to force his flesh open for him, swiftly sheathing himself inside until his knot more gently rocked and teased against the deer's ass.

Khaed furiously pistoned his dick without mercy, he pulled it out only to ram it forward with more force. There was no loving, no caring, no time given for adjustment - the wolf wanted his prey to submit quickly, not comfortably. It was for the crown, only, it was for the humiliation, only - Khaed didn't even enjoy the deer's ass clenching and squeezing his member with each thrust inward, he didn't like the way those muscled cheeks tensed and firmed each time the wolf pushed forward. He despised that spicy, musky scent which infiltrated his sensitive canine nose buried in the scruff of Beryn's back. The loud, slippery wet noises of his legs and hips grinding against that sweaty ass were repugnant. Khaed was in heaven! He'd won, he'd already won the title. The thrusting was wild and unrestrained, he wanted to plant his seed in as quick a time as he could to get the horror over with.

The wolf growled, dragged his teeth over the deer's back, gripped at his hips to hold him still and planted a firm bite underneath his shoulder blade. It was slick with sweat, musky, corded with muscle - revolting to the wolf, yet his fingers curled and explored inward, digging through that unkempt forest. He could practically feel that awful, earthy musk spreading over his fingers. His husband felt so solid! The wolf thrusted hard enough to jiggle the deer's sac, then spread his paw downward to really feel and squeeze at their weight. Khaed was so close to seeding his husband already, but he slowed! His paw lifted from that thick thatch to grip the throbbing, naked flesh above it, curiously exploring his husband's form as all of those eyes watched. He only slowed because of the lack of lube; nevermind the wet splattering sounds of his precum splashing with sweat whenever his hips battered against his ass. It had nothing to do with his eyes rolling upward, into his head, or that his left paw let go of his lover's other antler to unbutton the rest of his tunic - he split it open to bare the center of his chest and abs and exhaled pure relief.

Beryn felt his opportunity arrive. He stretched his arms out on the stage, looked to the audience with a heated expression and beared down to let the wolf's cock pummel into him with more ease. With both of those paws off of his antlers he just needed to catch him off guard. As the wolves cheered the deer's apparent fall he held back from grinning as Khaed's paw stroked the buck's cock. He played loosely with the base, then, pulled upward with force to squeeze and twist under his wide head - it made his jaw hang slack and his wide, fat tongue extend from his lips. The deer enjoyed the wait, even the thrusting into his body that came with it, until he was certain Khaed's attention was solely on delaying gratification. He could feel jets of precum with each push inward, the wolf's mind would be distracted enough! Khaed's knot was throbbing, the deer could feel veins pulsing into him with each shove of that enormous thing under his tail.

The heavy buck leaned forward, then, in one swift motion kicked his legs up and pushed his arms out in front - he made as much contact as his body could manage with the floor and pushed back as his upper flung flung upward with his neck craned back. His antlers slammed into his husband's shoulders with his head in between, then the buck violently wrenched himself and the half-dressed wolf to the left, pulling the wolf out and off of him.

Khaed's howl roared over the amphitheatre as his ass hit the ground. It was followed by furious growling, most of which directed at himself - he'd given the buck his opening and hadn't seen it coming, he thought he'd been too close to victory. Knowing he had little time, Khaed tried to continue with his moment to roll upward - the the deer's foot was quick to crash down into his stomach, pinning the wolf to the floor. Khaed snarled and snapped his teeth as the buck bent his legs to squat forward and down - his big, heavy, swinging dick smacked into the white wolf's cheek! The prince pressed his lips together and turned away from it in disgust, he knew what was coming: that dullard was going to shove it in his mouth. The wolf craned his head away and sealed his lips, he wasn't going to let it in.

But Khaed was wrong.

Beryn laughed while planting his other knee off to the wolf's side and brought his rump forward. The deer hovered the furry, musky, unkempt hunks of flesh inches over his husband's face. The look of horror on Khaed's face was something to savour! Beryn could very well feel how it looked - slick with sweat, reddened from the abuse it'd gotten from Khaed, and leaking so much of that precum the wolf had pumped into him. "Look at you. Delicate, decadent, but you love my cervine ass most, now, don't you?" he taunted. "Submit, you'll have it in private. Don't, and I'll have to show you how much you love it," he said. He pressed more weight to the pinning knee, then, stole another look out to the audience. The deer were cheering, and while he'd expected the wolves to be distraught, so many were laughing! Pointing! It surged the deer's confidence, they wanted him taken down a peg too. "Say it. Say you submit to it," Beryn ordered. While he'd wanted this contest over quickly, now he was almost - almost - wishing for Khaed to prolong it.

"What?!" Khaed yelled. The words were shocking, humiliating, he would not speak them. "You filthy- nnng!"

Beryn cut his husband off with a swift sitting upon his face. Angry words turned to muffled cries through that damp crack, and the deer wasted no time in swirling his hips in a large circle to drag his leaking tailhole across the wolf's face to stain him with his own seed. Khaed tried to kick his foot up into the deer's face, but, the massive creature just lowered his head to block it with his antler so he could quickly grasp his wrist. "Eat!" he boomed, creating a wave of laughter and cheer. When he felt no tongue, no kissing, and not even a lick, the deer roared in displeasure and and pushed his bodyweight down to fully sit on his face. His ass spread open against Khaed's lips and a swirl stretched his ass open wider, making him shudder and his cock spurt pre-cum from the stimulation. He knew he'd need to apply force - his big, wide paw clasped over his husband's white, furry balls and squeezed.

Khaed understood how much trouble he was in.The pain was so horrible and uncomfortable with even the lightest squeeze, it took only a moment for shock to pull the prince from his reluctance and drive his tongue upward. His tongue sunk into the sloppy, musky hole that taste of deer ass and his own dick and swirled it for good measure. It was revolting - the feeling of that ass clenching and squeezing on his tongue, the laughter and cheer from both sides of the gathered audience, his own traitorous cock swelling and spurting more precum to flow down his cock, balls, and onto the stage - all of it. The prince pounded fists against the buck, but that steeled back wouldn't budge - so the wolf's fists relaxed and lowered to that thick, wide ass to grab and squeeze hold of it. Tactically, he needed to do what had happened to him - lull his partner into false security. He rubbed and massaged that ass, spread it apart, and growled as he speared his tongue inward over and over, reaching far enough into the tunnel to make the buck squirm and moan on top of him.

Then the prince reached it- Beryn's prostate. He could tell from the sudden change in pitch from those annoying, feral grunts coming from the beast's throat. He curled his tongue and dragged over it with powerful circles. He felt now only the deer's precum squirting over his chest and stomach from it, but, his own cock's knot throbbed and launched thick ropes of precum to land over the wolf's body.

"Look!" Beryn yelled, speaking to all of them. He laughed and circled one paw around Khaed's throbbing dick while the other moved up from his balls to squeeze and twist at his knot at the same time. "You put up a little fight, my dear Prince, I'm impressed. But it's time you simmered now, yeah? Time you accepted me. Your place is at my feet."

"Nnn--g!" came a muffled cry from the wolf. The world around him was spinning faster and faster from that musk, it was infiltrating him through his nose, poisoning his mind! Khaed could think of little else as he swirled his tongue under the deer's tail. He shook and twisted his hips to release his hardon from his lover's grasp, but, the hold was too strong - each movement Khaed made with his hips brought him one horrifying step closer to to cumming from Beryn's paws. Cumming was not an option, not with so many people watching, not when it was under the buck's touch! He could not lose. With his tongue firmly hilted and swirling in his husband's ass and his own dick on the very edge of exploding, Khaed made the only move he thought he could make given the situation. He threw his knees back with a sudden, punishing force, curling his body enough to slam his right thigh in between his legs. As soon as he felt contact with those big, swinging targets, the wolf viciously kicked into driving more force into them, savagely hitting him in his sac.

Beryn roared, the world and new stars spun around and around his head as that awful, soul-wrenching pain spread up from his balls into his abs, then, down into his thighs. He doubled forward, letting Khaed pull his tongue out and slam his palms to the floor to slide himself out from under the distracted buck. The deer fell on his knees and grabbed his tender, swollen sac, reeling from the unexpected assault.

Khaed expected him to rise quickly. There was no time for a hold, no time to think of a maneuver, his only hope was to get to the binds and work them to his advantage. His kingdom was in the balance! His eyes darted to the throne on which say sat, then, launched himself towards it. He had a grip of the tangle of white leather straps, he pulled them to his chest to sorts. He just needed one to start, the deer would never expect one around his throat. His fingers shook with nerves, he pulled one strap from the tangle just as a heavy body collided with his back. Khaed fell forward, his body was forced to lean over his father's throne. He was stunned, neither his feet nor arms would move!

The buck ripped the straps from Khaed's paws with a mighty roar and threw most onto the wide arm of the marble chair - the one remaining in his paws was so quickly wrapped around his husband's neck that Khaed was too late in reaching up to stop it. The audience gasped at the sight, Beryn pulled it taught until he heard a loud choke. Holding the straps, the buck darted behind the throne and pulled back, pulling Khaed by his throat against the hard back of the throne he'd desperately wanted!

The prince choked and gasped for air, he thrashed his arms and legs against the throne to fight with everything he had. It was so hard to breath, it felt like he was sucking it through a straw! It took only moments for strength to drain from his struggling limbs, his head rolled up to see some wolves and deer alike standing in excitement. Khaed's cock twitched and spurted precum from the rush, there was such an odd sensation spreading through his chest and through his head that made his cock feel more and more pressure. He was leaking all over himself and felt ready to burst even as he struggled for breath.

The strap being pulled taught repeatedly as it was tied behind him, securing his neck in place even as his paws pulled against the strap. His eyes fell on the honoured seats. The chief, queen, king - all were watching with what seemed like a detachment. How could that be! His own parents weren't concerned, they weren't cheering for him to recover! "- Nng... n-no!-" he sputtered. He stared at his father. This throne was his, that crown was his, that was how it was supposed to be! The wolf raged and thrashed his feet against the throne, he lifted his butt off of the throne and pulled against the choking neck-bind.

"Be careful, husband!" Beryn yelled. With the strap tied, he casually walked to the throne's side and picked up the coil of remaining straps - he slowly pulled another out to prepare it. "Simmer. Calm. Breathe, my love," he taunted. He waited until he saw his husband listen - the thrashing lessened, and so did the choking. As Khaed seethed and breathed with short, shallow breaths through the neck binding Beryn looped a strap around the forward-most column supporting the arm rest. Khaed kicked his foot when the deer grabbed it, but in his weakened state he could not stop Beryn from tying the strap around his ankle and pulling the slack out of it - Khaed's foot was forced up against that column.

"Do you submit to me, husband?" the buck repeated. "You can end this, right now. I promise that you can even shove that ungodly knot-thing in me when I'm feeling charitable," he teased! "Submit, Khaed, it would be so easy... please. This is your last chance, I don't want to embarrass you..." A lie, but it sounded sincere enough.

"Go..." he coughed and choked down air, "... to... hell!" the wolf replied. Khaed pulled against his ankle strap and huffed in alarm as his other ankle was grabbed. A strap went around it, too, and then the deer worked to tie it around the other column and pull the slack out of it. With both of Khaed's ankles secured the wolf tried to reach down to get at one of the knots, but, just trying to reach half an inch beyond his seated position was impossible. He choked again from the effort, all in the amphitheatre could hear his failure! A fourth white strap was tied between the two ankle restraints, pulled taut to create the shortest rope between them.

There was nothing the prince could do but watch in horror as a strap was then tied around the center of it, between his legs, to be leg up to the back of his neck binding. Khaed choked, he even let out an unrestrained whimper from the weakness spreading through him. Beryn had hooked his thumb in the rear of the neck binding, making it even more difficult to suck in fresh air. "Wrists up! Behind your head!" the deer barked! The smile that spread on Beryn's face when Khaed obeyed was insufferable to the wolf. "You chose this, husband," the buck said. He wrapped his husband's wrists and knotted them to the neck strap, then to the strap connecting his two ankles from their bonded positions spread apart at the front of the throne.

Khaed was horrified, every attempt to struggle pulled at the straps and tightened his neck. For every bit of force he fought with he felt chokes and coughs steal the energy, it only took seconds for a feeling of utter defeat to fall on him. "... Okay," he growled. His voice was quiet, an undertone so low that even Vallin couldn't hear. "I surrender-- gggn!-- Beryn!" he choked. He knew how hopeless it was, he didn't want those hundreds of eyes staring at the thick, knotted wolf cock that was still refusing to soften. It glistened with what little light was still coming through the trees and over the sea, it showed everyone how wet and needy it was with all of the buck's manipulations. It betrayed Khaed, and what was worse was that smell - that spicy, sweaty musk of his husband's ass was lingering on it, the prince could still smell it so strongly.

Beryn calmly walked behind the throne and untied the neck strap, releasing his head from the back of the marble throne.

"Thank you!" the wolf rasped. The binding was still tight, but, it was much easier to breathe when it wasn't strained so tightly around the throne. He couldn't believe it - his husband was letting him go! That 'last chance' was a ploy. If Khaed weren't filled with rage he could almost feel grateful, perhaps. With his wrists tied together behind his head, the prince waved his elbows and pulled at the straps, letting Beryn know that he wanted his paws released next. "Hurry, husband, let me out-"

Beryn threw his head back and let out a loud, hearty laugh and positioned himself in front of the throne. "Tell me what you love." He worked on the knot of the strap connecting his neck to his ankles-strap, he loosened it, first, then began pulling it through. The slack between his neck and the front of the throne became shorter, shorter, and shorter still.

Realization that his surrender wasn't accepted was slow and frightening. Khaed shook as his cock and its smells got closer - precum, sweat, his husband's ass. Every few seconds another inch or two was pulled in, drawing his face closer! Khaed put up more resistance, he struggled to pull his ankles free but all it did was cause Beryn to deepen the body-fold faster. It was horrible! His cock throbbed and swelled with each heartbeat, and that awful closeness of the deer and the overwhelming smell of sex and ass made his cock jump and spurt precum right into the wolf's eye - he howled in pain, shut it closed and thrashed against his bindings again. "Release me!" he howled, "This is over, done! Stop!" he shouted.

"Is it?" Beryn asked. "Don't worry, husband, I remember how much you love my ass." He reached up, ran his fingers through that thick, white mane again and curled it into a fist to grip and pull it to his will. "Taste some more." The deer twisted his paw to sharply pull on his mane! The moment he saw Khaed's lips part to mutter or yell in pain, that's when he struck. He gripped that mane hard and pushed down, shoving his husband's open maw over his own spurting dick! He ignored the muffled screams and cries from the folded-over wolf, instead he reached down and tightened the strap even further. Beryn let go the wolf's white mane and he could see him try to force his way back up, but, the strap was too short! As long as he was tied that way it was impossible for him to lift his maw up enough to get his own wet, deer-ass tasting cock out of it. When Beryn stepped aside to reveal it to the audience there was an uproar - gasps, cheers, people rising to their feet to point and laugh.

That cruel, laughing world spun around the wolf while he choked and gasped in air around his own shaft. The feeling of his tongue struggling against his own cock and knot was intensely stimulating a novel, he could feel his own tongue on his pulsing, sensitive pink flesh. He howled a muffled cry of protest at the humiliating, degrading treatment, but that just caused his balls to tighten closer to his body and his cock to jet precum against the back of his throat where his cock poked. His howl was choked off and replaced by a fresh fit of gagging. His neck being freed from the back of the marble throne was a small mercy, the wolf shifted his ass closer to the edge of the slab he sat on to ease the multiple tensions through his body.

Everytime he felt the least bit of more comfort Beryn just tightened the strap to his neck, closing his husband in a tighter and tighter circle, until that mostly-swollen knot was pushed in against the points of his fangs. Khaed growled at the sharp pains and opened his jaw as much as he could force it to prevent any skin from breaking, but with one swift tug of that strap the prince's knot disappeared completely behind his lips. Beryn carefully re-tied the knot to secure Khaed in place. The tightness of his binds was so harsh! The wolf struggled to inch his ass further forward on the slab, until it was practically hanging off of the end. Every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire from the stretch, and that fire spread to his eyes when he again looked out on the crowd - as many wolves as deer were standing to cheer. People were toasting each other, chugging their ale and their wine, laughing and pointing with each other. A big, grand celebration, all at the expense of their prince's dignity. The white wolf's eyes watered, it took every strength in him not to let them roll down his cheeks as tears while so many were watching him.

"The Contest of Consummation draws to a close," High Priest Vallin called out. "Bring me the Articles." Two wolves left from near the stage to meet with the honoured guests - one carefully accepted the white-gold crown from King Mason, the other held out his arms to Chief Novak to receive the gold vambrace he unstrapped from his arm.

Spit and clear-white precum drooled from the corners of the wolf's maw, he heaved a sob in his humiliation and cast his one open, unsoiled eye to his father. He'd wanted to sit on the throne so desperately - but not like this! He expected to see some shame and embarrassment in his eyes, but, instead he found caring. Support. There was pride in them, not shame. Somehow it made it all the worse for Khaed. This was not how it was supposed to be! He a wolf, Beryn a deer! Hunter and hunted, predator and prey. He could only be thankful that it all seemed to be over with now.

The prince was, again, wrong.

Beryn would not leave any doubt in the minds of those watching the contest, there would be no second guessing or whispers. "This is my throne now, husband," he taunted. "You aren't fit to sit on it." No thoughts among the wolves that this was unfairly stolen from them. As the servants brought up the symbols of their peoples' rulership the deer moved to the side of the throne, then, lifted his leg to plant it firmly on the arm of the throne. His massive body lifted up on that leg and set its opposite just behind his husband's rear on the throne. He lowered himself in behind a newly struggling, confused wolf, sliding himself down the back of the marble stone until he seated. Thick, muscled legs pushed out with his husband in between, snaking them underneath his husband's legs tied to each arm of the throne. The deer got comfortable, grabbed his husband's hips and roughly pulled him up, savouring the prince's new howls and chokes of surprise as he was drawn into Beryn's lap - and against the monstrous, throbbing cock squeezed between Khaed's back and the deer's stomach.

The crowd roared with new laughter and applause - unexpected! A surprise! Servants flooded out with much needed refreshes of more wine and ale.

Khaed's tears now flowed freely over his cheeks, he struggled against his binds to get away from the rough-handling buck and to pry his face off of his own cock, but, the sensation of that thick slab of meat leaking seed into the mane of his back made his knot swell even larger. The wolf twisted against his binds while choking down his own steady stream of pre-cum. He knew what was coming; his stomach sank as his husband lifted his hips higher and higher until the wolf's tailhole was primed against the flat, bulbous, sticky-wet head of his husband's dick. He howled and pleaded for it to stop, but, no words could get out from around his knot - all it did was drive vibration deeper within it, prompting harder splatterings of fluid against the back of his gagging throat. It was intolerable! The wolf gave in to the buck deeper than he had before. He whined, he whimpered, he shook his head and pleaded as much as he could without the use of words - he didn't want it to be like this! It was his own father's throne, it wasn't right!

"You made your choice, love," the buck said with enough volume to carry. He leaned in for the quieter reply, whispered into the wolf's ear with a surprising tenderness. "It's time for you to cum, my Prince..." he whispered.

Beryn unleashed. He dug his fingers around the looped wolf's hips to secure him and shoved downward with as much force as his massive, battle worn muscles could summon. His lips spread open with a loud, thunderous howl that crashed over the amphitheater as the wolf's body spread and stretched around the deer's cock.

Khaed beared down to ease the initial entry, but, nothing could prepare or ease him for his husband's full size inside of him. The wolf howled in pain as the cock speared into him. Its fat, bulbous tip slammed hard into the wolf's prostate, triggering what the wolf had feared. His eyes pressed shut, his knot swelled, his balls became taught and a thick, hot flood of cum gushed against his throat. His mouth was full of the taste of his own seed within a second - before Beryn had even hilted in his first thrust, the wolf was howling and thrashing in orgasm! Jets of cum splattered down and out of his throat. The sticky, white spunk exploded from the corners of his maw and his cheeks puffed with the backflow of his own seed, he loudly and violently choked what he could of it down but it wasn't nearly enough. As Beryn forced the last few inches of his beast into the wolf Khaed's cum exploded from his nose, spraying outward to cover his face, his balls, his thighs, and the marble seat of his beloved throne just inches from his face.

Cum geysered out from around his knot and out of his nose as Beryn bounced him upward on that cock; the deer again used his paws and gravity both to shove him down. The second powerful slam of that entire deer dick into the howling wolf's ass caused yet another gush of his own cum to explode from his face, this was enough to cover not only himself in a second thick coat of it, but, his husband's heavy balls underneath his own and the thick, brown thighs around them.

It took Beryn until his third thrust to claim his wolf properly - the deer slammed his husband down into his lap, raised his open maw toward the open sky and roared in his explosive released. Cum filled his husband's rear until the pressure forced it out from underneath to coat the deer's pubic fur, balls, his thighs, the marble beneath. Cum from both of the rocking males spilled over the front of the marble throne and pooled on the stage. Beryn eased his hold on his husband as he relaxed his own form, letting himself relax back into the throne while Khaed came to rest sandwiched between his husband's dick and his own.

Khaed opened his eye and dared to look out over the crowd as his senses returned. It felt as though every inch of his body - inside and out - was stained himself and the deer. All he could taste and smell was their seed and his husband's ass on his dick, all he could feel was his husband's throbbing cock remaining firm after his release, and all he could see and hear was the cheering and clapping from both sides of the amphitheatre - it was so loud and thunderous that it took the air the around the newlyweds. He'd surely feel pride in their amusement and delight if he wasn't instead feeling ruin!

Beryn huffed with pride in his win - he smiled while surveying the cheerful crowd. It was a pleasure to see his own kin cheering for his victory, but, it meant a great deal more to see the joy and acceptance of it in the wolves gathered to see - he hadn't expected that. They, like Khaed, were surprising. Needing no words to claim himself the victor, he simply turned his head back toward the observing High Priest and extended his right arm.

The servant holding the golden vambrace rushed onto the stage; his nose twitched with the powerfully offensive smells of musk and sex but he was quick to secure the sign of leadership onto the deer's arm. He was followed by the other servant bringing him the white gold crown with sapphires - it was lifted to the deer's head, but, the antlered beast shook his head and held a paw up to deny it. "No, please," he said. He extended that open palm to motion the servant instead to the prince's face knotted to his own crotch. "I've taken the throne, I've taken the armour. My beloved will be a pretty holder for my crown," he said, gracefully giving the symbol to him instead.

Khaed sputtered something incoherent over his still-firm knot and stretched himself as much as he could away from his thighs, but, the servant paid no mind to his resistance and brought the crown closer. Khaed struggled to shake his head no, but, coughed! More spunk sputtered out of his nose and hit the crown, but the servant just went ahead and placed it on the prince's head, securing the now-dripping circlet above his cum-covered face and nose that was still dripping small streams of cum out over his lips, chin, and the throne beneath beneath them. The crown he'd so desperately wanted was finally on his head. He tried again to pull his face off of his cock, but, his own throbbed and refused. His eye cast back to his mother and father, king and queen for only moments more, and initially felt such humiliation, such regret for losing - he'd failed them, he thought.

Tiri offered him a warm smile, and Mason lowered his head as soon as eye contact was made in order to give a give a bigger, instructive smile, and to raise his paws to clap while his son saw him. The prince understood - his father had made it plain even before the ceremony. The goal was peace, union, prosperity. It was not the reinforcement of Khaed's ego. The spoiled wolf took some calm from that and let some of the cheers from his own people sink deeper in his mind. He'd succeeded after all despite his continued chokes and gags on his own cock.

"It has been so witnessed by all here, and the gods," Vallin called. "In accordance with the Old Ways I present to you: King Beryn and his beloved, King Khaed! May King Beryn's rule be righteous, may it be prosperous, may it bring smiles upon the gods who've chosen him to steward these lands," he said.

The white wolf sat upon his deer of a throne with his crown dripping cum over his face, joining the mess of spunk over his lips, cheeks, and the deer's massive thighs his face was sandwiched between. His muscles and ligaments were easing in their stretches, the pre-cum splattered in his eye didn't hurt so much anymore, and the joyous sound of celebration lifted not only the crowd but Khaed's chest as well. Breathing was easier, he focused on relaxing his throat around his cock jammed so deeply deeply and drew air in through his cum-wet nose. His husband brought a paw underneath him to circle his stomach, then, put another in his mane.

Khaed grunted as he felt the third tight grip and pull from him yanking his head back the only fraction-of-an-inch the wolf's knot would allow. He expected more humiliation, more savagery, but as his mane was twisted the held the deer doubled forward over the folded wolf, leaning down until his big, wide tongue lashed out to tenderly lick at his cheek, then to his lips and the corner of his open maw not blocked by Khaed's throbbing knot.

The wolf moved his tongue out from under his cock and met and lick his husband's, and giving the upside-down deer a kiss from out of the corner of his maw and against his knot. The audience quieted some of their cheers for the moment, recognizing it as a calm after their storm. Khaed felt a playful curl of the tip of Beryn's tongue inside of his mouth, the wolf met it by driving his tongue down to tease its sharp tip just underneath his husband's.

Perhaps the day was not so bad.