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Lyco could not accompanying me to Delphi. When coming as a supplicant to the god, it was not appropriate to bring luxuries like servants with you. Even if you were a king, or should I say especially if you are a King. One needed to humble oneself before the god, bringing a servant might not get me the result I wanted.

Being a King, it was necessary to bring a rather large contingent of bodyguards for my protection on the journey to Delphi. But they weren't there for my comfort, they were there to ensure my survival on the trip. But even they were not permitted to accompany me to the Oracle proper. We are all equal before the god, he is no respecter of persons.

But that didn't mean I couldn't fuck my guards... I thought as I gazed at the back of Osiris, one of the bodyguards that was accompanying me. He was an excellent fuck and it made me think back to the time when I took his cherry.

My father came up with a great idea when he first became King. When one of our soldiers died his sons were brought to be raised by the King's orphanage. They were raised up in good conditions, better than the average non royal cub. These cats grew up incredibly loyal to the King. Nearly all of our guards and body guards come up from this group of intensely loyal cats. The King takes special interest in them and they grow up worshiping him. To all of them the greatest thing they can ever accomplish in life it to die protecting the King. When I was the Prince before my father's death, I spent lots of time weapons training with them. I never used my rank to get special treatment in the training. If someone beat me at something they were praised, not punished. As you can guess growing up in a barracks type situation they quickly learned to like sex between males.

We had two barracks, one for prepubescent and the other for post-pubescent cats. As soon as the prepubescent cats reached puberty they gave themselves to the King or the Prince. This wasn't something forced, it was considered a very desirous reward. What young Greek cat wouldn't want their first sexual experience to be with the King or the Prince? Or both? My father and I often would take the young cats together, which was great fun. We would flip an obol to decide which of us got to take his cherry. We were always gentle with them, this was supposed to be a reward. Besides if we broke them in right they would always be eager to give themselves to us. One of the things father and I agreed on and prided ourselves on is that we never took someone that was unwilling. We could have ordered any cat to put out for us, but we only wanted willing partners. We didn't just have sex with the young cats though, when father and I were together we were both eligible partners to the other. One of the things about being King is that you tend to not let any lower ranking cats take you. And lets face it, even it you're a big alpha stud sometimes it feels good to have another cat deep inside of you. That didn't leave too many options for royalty other than other royalty. So we often took each other while we broke in the young cats.

Osiris was a perfect example of how this all took place. Like all of the cats in the orphanage he completely IDOLIZED father and I. We could have raped him bloody and he would have still felt it was the least he could do for his King. But we had no intention of raping him. We brought him to our private outdoor bath at the palace. It was fed by a hot spring that cooled to just the right temperature. We all got in and father and I washed Osiris. He was hard almost immediately, but there wasn't much there. He had 3 inches, which was average for a Leopard coming into puberty. Adult Leopards rarely reached four and a half inches. On the other hand father had seven and a half inches while I was only 14 and I had a full 7 inches already.

Osiris gawked at our erections, he'd seen us naked in the gymnasium before but never erect. Father picked up an obol that was setting on one of the tripods and flipped it in the air. I called "Tails because I want a piece of tail!" before it hit the ground. We bent over it and saw that it was tails. "Yessss!!!!!" I cried out, my cock throbbing at the thought of taking the virginity of this handsome young Leopard.

"I guess I have to settle for sloppy seconds." Father said with a wry grin.

I turned to Osiris and asked, "Are you sure you are ready to do this?"

"Yes my Prince!" He said eagerly.

Then to his surprise Father got on his knees in front of me and said, "I'll show you the proper way to get a royal Lion ready to fuck your tight little asshole." He skinned my sheath all the way back and added, "Cover your teeth with your lips like this." Then he took me into his muzzle, bobbing on my cock a couple of times before pulling his muzzle off of my cock and presenting it to Osiris.

He gazed at it for a moment, concentrating on what Father had told him. It was obvious that he wanted to get it right. He pulled his lips over his teeth and went down on me. Even though I was young I was very experienced and had plenty of control when it came to holding back my orgasm. I let him take the lead at sucking my cock for a few minutes so he would gain a little confidence.

Then I gently wrapped my huge paws around the back of his head and gently started to guide him up and down my shaft. I pulled him all the way forward until the head of my cock hit the entrance of his throat. He gagged a bit so I pulled him back. I wanted him to enjoy deepthroating me, so I was taking it slow. In fact I wanted him to enjoy everything we did with him.

That didn't mean that I didn't plan on him taking my cock all the way down his throat eventually though. "Just relax, we'll take it slowly..." I said soothingly. His eyes looked up at me and signaled me to continue. I pulled him forward again. As soon as I hit the back of his throat he gagged slightly. I held steady then as he regained his composure I pushed further. He instinctively opened his throat and the head of my cock slipped in. I pulled his head forward until his nose pad was buried in my pubes.

I held it there for a second, then eased his head back so I was only in his muzzle so he could breath. As I gazed down on him I could see that he was bursting with pride that he'd been able to take all of my cock. But I wasn't going to let him take too long of a break. This time I held his head steady and pushed my hips forward gently. This time he took it down his throat with no gagging at all. That was all I needed to know and I slowly face fucked him.

I didn't want to hold back too long. I didn't want to have his jaw get tired before I fed him his "Princely" treat. My barbs were getting pulled forward every time I pulled out of his throat and this was making me race toward an orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum! You better swallow every drop!" I cried out as my teenage balls drew up and my spooge jetted down his throat. I pulled out until my dick was only in his muzzle and he nursed on it like he was a kitten, eagerly swallowing it all.

When my dick got too sensitive I pulled out, much to his disappointment. "Did I do it wrong?" He asked.

"No you did a great job!" I replied as soon as I could catch my breath. "It's just that it gets too sensitive after you cum."

Father took the time to bend the pliant cub over the back of the couch and then knelt behind him. Using his massive paws he spread the young Leopard's ass cheeks exposing the tight virgin pucker that was going to be mine to deflower. Of course Osiris lifted his tail up and to the side allowing Father to have complete access.

Father worked his oral magic on the eager pubescent cat. Father was an expert at anything oral, whether it was cunnilingus, analingus or just plain old fellatio. Father never bottomed for anybody, well nobody except another Royal Lion, so he had to satisfy his partners in other ways. Obviously he was an expert and experienced cocksman, but he also prided himself in getting them off orally too. His educated tongue soon had Osiris purring like a kitten as he teased his tight little sphincter open. In the meantime I had recovered from my orgasm. I picked up a small vial of "extra virgin" olive oil off of the tripod and knelt behind our young initiate beside Father.

He held his paw out and I poured some of the oil onto his fingers. He immediately ran it up and down the cleft of Osiris's ass. When he had smeared a large portion of it over the tender virgin flesh, he penetrated it with his massive middle finger. He had the benefit of surprise at first and was able to get it in to the first knuckle before the young leopard instinctively clamped down on the invader.

"Just relax kit. This is nothing compared to what my son is going to nail you with. Trust me you're going to enjoy this more than anything you've ever experienced." Father said soothingly.

"I know Sire! All of the older kits brag about how good it felt when they were taken." He gulped for a second and then added, "I just didn't think that they got that BIG. Are you sure it will fit Sire?"

"Don't worry it's fit in tighter holes than yours. Your Dad took it on a regular basis and I think you're gonna grow up to be every bit the Leopard your Dad was. He was brave and gave his life defending our beautiful city." Father continued distracting the kit while he worked more and more of his large middle finger into the tight virgin hole.

"He was brave, wasn't he Sire?" He asked. Like every orphan he wanted to confirm the bravery of the father he had never met while he was old enough to remember him.

"Of course he was. I'm sure you've seen his name carved into the Wall of Valor at the entrance to the castle. Haven't you?"

"Yes Sire." He said. By now Father had his whole finger up his rectum and was working on a second finger.

"There are NO cowards on our wall of valor. Your Father gave the ultimate sacrifice for his city. He will not be forgotten. But now are you ready to give a much smaller sacrifice to your Prince?" Father asked with a wink.

"Of course Sire. Even if it does hurt a little." He replied with a brave smile.

"Don't worry. I'll do my best to make it as painless as possible. I want you to enjoy it so you'll give yourself to me eagerly in the future." I cut in.

Father pulled his fingers out and rolled the submissive kit onto his back. Osiris pulled his knees up to his chest, bravely exposing his cute little star to me, offering me the gift of his virginity. I would do my best to take it graciously. Father used the "extra virgin" olive oil to lube up my bristly shaft.

Having a rather pointed penis made taking someone's virginity a lot less painful than you would think even when you are as large as I am. That is if you take it slow. And I always wanted to savor the defloweration of our young charges. I put his legs up over my shoulders and Father guided me in. After taking two of Father's fingers it was easy to pierce his little rectum with my bristled invader. I didn't feel any real resistance until the head was the whole way in. He clamped down for a second then with a concerted effort he relaxed and offered himself up to me. I continued to ease myself in as he grimaced slightly until I was seated fully in his submissive little body. The further in I pushed the more his tiny little cock softened.

"That was bravely done." I said gently as my balls came to rest on his tight little bubble butt. His snug velvety virgin rectum clenched on my big teenage Lion cock. I smiled down at him as he looked up at me in adoration.

"I took it all didn't I?" He said with the typical eagerness of the young orphans when they gave themselves to us the first time.

"Yes you did." I replied as I gently and affectionately caressed his muzzle. I waited a moment or two then asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Only a little. I'm ready for you to go on..." He said with a little uncertainty.

"Don't worry I'll take it slow." I replied as I slowly started to withdraw. I only pulled out a couple of inches before I reversed my course and eased myself back up into him. After a few of these thrusts his tiny little Leopard cock started coming to life again so I knew he was ready for more. I built up speed as my barbs tickled his sensitive prostate as it ran back and forth over the tiny little bump. He was throbbing and reached to grab his little cocklet to get himself off.

Father intercepted his paw pulling it back. "Just let it happen on it's own." He said gently.

He just nodded and let out a moan of pleasure. I tilted my pelvis to get a more direct shot at my target, repeatedly ramming his pleasure spot. He was panting as he got closer to the edge. I knew he wouldn't last long so I did my best to time my completion with him. We were just about synced up when he let out a loud "Yeooolll!" His cock started jerking as he sprayed his seed over his belly fur, his asshole clenching in time with his jerking cock.

That was all it took to bring me over the edge with him. My balls drew up and I roared out with my orgasm as I spent myself inside young leopard.

I was much bigger than he was so I rolled onto my back bringing him over top of me to rest on my chest and stomach, my slowly softening cock still deep inside him. Father in the mean time crawled up between my legs and started to lick our junction. My cum was slowly leaking out around my erection, and he lapped it up. In less than a minute my erection had subsided enough that it plopped out of Osiris's tight little sphincter followed by a flood of my seed. Father licked it all up and then used his rough tongue to dig as much out as he could.

He picked Osiris up off of me and sat on the edge of the couch. He set Osiris on his lap so they were face to face. Osiris was on his knees as he lowered himself down onto Father's member. Even though he had just taken me he still had to go slowly to fit Father's huge cock into that tight little hole. Father just sat back on the couch and let Osiris do all the work. It wasn't long before he was bouncing energetically on Father's cock. He was gazing up at Father with a beatific smile as Father moaned with delight from the tight ride he was getting. Osiris would never forget the day he lost his virginity. In fact he like all of the other orphans would brag for the rest of their life about the day that the King or the Prince deflowered him.

Father was the only one that hadn't cum so far so it wasn't surprising when he roared out and emptied the Royal Jewels into the bouncing young Leopard. He put his paws on Osiris's shoulders and pulled down hard, sinking all seven and a half inches into the eager teen as jet after jet of virile Lion cum filled him.

When Father finally stopped panting enough to talk he asked, "Do you want to spend the night with us tonight?"

"Of course Sire!" He replied eagerly.

And with that Father picked him up, threw him over his shoulder and carried him naked through the castle up to his room. I was following close behind. By the time we'd finished with him the next morning he was walking funny, but he wasn't complaining a bit.

That wasn't the only time we'd fucked him, he was always willing and eager. I had no doubt that tonight would be no different. My dick was stiffening just thinking about it.

But my thought's drifted back to Father. Father and I continued to bask in the prosperity of our thriving city-state for several years. The cats all loved Father because of the economic success and the peace with our neighbors. It was a golden age for our beloved Athens. But perfection is only for the gods. A portent arrived. It was a very bright comet in the night sky. Many of the peasants felt it foretold a pending doom or the end of the world. They were almost right. Those superstitious canid hordes from Germania had the same view of it as our peasants without the understanding of Astronomy that our wise scholar cats had that kept us grounded.

At first it was just vague rumors from traveling traders of these ravening hordes who were overrunning town after town, raping and pillaging their way down through Europa. At first it was easy to put it out of our minds, it was so far away and had the air of unsubstantiated rumor. But these displaced nomads continued to make their way down toward us, devastating every city that had the misfortune of being in their way. But soon it seemed that their trajectory had them destined to intersect with us.

Father prepared us to defend our fair city-state. All of the women and children were ferried across to the island of Salamas where they would be safe from attack. We stocked the island with plenty of food and all of our gold and treasures. We also stocked the palace with plenty of food to withstand a siege of many months in hopes that we would be able to wait them out. The walls of the city itself would probably not be able to be breached as long as we were there to defend her. But they could starve us out if it went on too long. We collected all the food from our crops and either butchered and salted our herds or transported them to Salamis. This served two purposes, it fed us and denied them the food when they reached our end of Attica.

All there was left to do was wait. Along with all the able bodied adult male cats we also kept the Orphanage cats at least eight years of age. They would do what they could to serve Athens, doing many of the things that our women usually did for us like cooking and cleaning. If the post-pubescent ones decided take up other "female" duties for the soldiers, that was up to them. It did definitely help to keep moral up...

Finally the waiting was over and the first advanced forces advanced onto the Attic plain. It was disheartening to say the least. Their numbers were overwhelming. There was no way we would be able to defeat them in a direct fight, we would have to hope to wait them out.

For a month their encampment ringed our fair city as they tried to find a chink in the city walls. They had to forage further and further every day to fill their bellies. We hoped that they would decide that there were easier places to fill their bellies but this is where our city's affluence caused us problems. Sacking our city would give these nomads more wealth than they had ever imagined. So they continued their siege despite their often empty stomachs.

They were handsome creatures who wore no clothing. Most of them had thick double coats that were warm enough even in their much colder climate. They were more well endowed than most of the cats, many of them were hung even more than father and I. Of course we had heard about their knots, but we never saw one since they only knotted when they were having an orgasm. Anyone that jerked off close enough to our walls for us to see their equipment would have immediately fallen to one of our archers.

The leader was a handsome Wolf who's cock hung half way down to his knee it seemed. He taunted us but made sure he stayed well out of the range of our archers. He was about my size and I really wished to be able to test my mettle against him when the battle came, but that would more than likely fall to father's fate.

After being under siege for about half a moon, we captured a scout that was looking for a weakness in our defenses. Unfortunately none of our warriors could speak their language to question him. He didn't seem much more than a pup so it wouldn't be hard to torture information out him.

Fortunately one of the elders that we had sent to Salamis had been a trader and in his younger days had traded in Germania and knew enough of the language to be an interpreter. Part of the city touched the harbor including one wall of the castle itself, so we were able to send a small boat out to Salamis to retrieve him. He was a grizzled old Bobcat, but he still had his wits about him and his memory of the language was strong.

Father didn't have much stomach for torture but it really didn't take much. When the little nomad was told that if he didn't tell us what we wanted to know we were going to cut his gonads off and make him eat them he sang like a bird for us.

Most of it was useless, but one thing had some value to it. Four days from now was their biggest festival. They were already preparing for it, or mainly preparing the very strong fermented brew which they would more than likely consume in copious quantities. The celebration would start at noon and go well into the night. It sounded like most of them would be passed out far before the sun rose. Now that we had what we wanted many of the warriors wanted to cut his balls off anyway. But Father was a Lion of his word and he locked the pup in a cell in the dungeon in case we needed more intelligence.

We spent the next several days in a war council with our best officers thinking up plans of attack centering around this new information. We were vastly outnumbered so we would have to count on surprise and on the possibility that they would not be in any condition to fight with the amount of alcohol they would imbibe.

On the day of the festival Father had the priest of Dionysus make an offering to the god to induce them to imbibe to the point of madness. It was obvious that the god was on our side. They started celebrating right on schedule at noon and in a couple of hours it was obvious that they were well into their cups. Our informant had told us how they would compete against each other to see who could drink the most, to the point that some of them would actually die from overindulgence.

Father banned all alcohol that afternoon and except for a small guard, all of us went to bed after dinner. Our plan was to strike right before dawn.

"Come to my room with me Demo." Father said as we walked away from the mess hall. In this time of turbulence father played the role of General more than King and he felt it was important to eat with the troops. It was a bit of King craft that he taught me that still serves me to this day.

As soon as we entered his room and closed the door behind us, he turned and embraced me. War was the ultimate aphrodisiac, the uncertainty of it making your body want to pass its seed on to the next generation while it still could. We were removing each others clothes as we ambled to the bed. Soon we were both naked, our rampant erections frotting against each other, vying for dominance. When we reached the bed, we fell into it, our cocks still battling.

We lay side by side as we thrust against each other. Our balls bumped against each other. It was a real turn on knowing that they were the same balls that created me. As we got closer to our climax we concentrated on rubbing our barbs together. It didn't take much of that stimulation before we both roared out and shot copious loads of seed into each others belly fur.

We lay there panting for an indeterminant amount of time. The release had been intense, we would now be able to make love much more tenderly. Father recovered a little more quickly than I did and kissed me on the forehead.

"Demo this will be your first real battle. It could be our last. The odds are against us but I can feel that the god will be with us. He spoke to me this morning and told me that we would win but there would be a high price to pay. This may be out last chance to love each other. Let's make it memorable."

"Yes Father." I replied as I rolled to my back, pulling him over on top of me.

Being Lions we had a fast recovery time. Feral lions are famous or should I say infamous for their ability to breed hundreds of times a day when a lioness is in season. Lions like father and I can go a dozen times a day when a mate is in heat. Even without that stimulation we can cum again and again. So even though he had just cum moments ago his erection was again rock hard, his barbs flared and bristling.

Father slid down my body and I pulled my legs to my chest presenting myself to him. He soon had my length in his muzzle cleaning what was left of my load off of it before kissing his way down my taint to my twitching little pucker. His tongue darted out and the papillae on it roughed it up making me moan with desire. When I couldn't take it much longer Father reached up and coated his paw with the combined semen that was pooling on my belly. He used that to liberally coat his erection which he then guided to my entrance. I let myself relax to receive him and he eased his maleness into me.

I felt his life in me, the being that I loved more than anyone else on Earth. It was then that I noticed that the god was singing to us. Not in any words, just an opus that exuded the love we felt for each other. We moved together as one, reveling in the moment, the song making us feel like it would never end. Father moved slowly and tenderly inside of me as we shared our bodies. He rubbed against my prostate, but slowly enough to just keep me on the edge, spurting precum onto my belly with each loving thrust into me. We didn't talk, there was no need for that, what was communicated between us was not something that would ever have been adequately conveyed by words anyway.

After an indeterminate amount of time the god's song picked up its tempo, spurring us from love to passion. The tenderness evolved to an urgent need for release as Father picked up the pace. He drove his massive member into me prodding me to even greater heights of pleasure. Soon we were in an out of control upward spiral to our crescendo. He drove into me one last time and we both roared in ecstasy. I could feel Father's seed, the seed that had created me, jet deep into my body as my own sprayed all over me.

When he finished cumming Father collapsed on top of me in exhaustion and complete contentment. Somewhere the god's song had changed from an orgiastic frenzy to a tender lullaby as we rolled onto our sides and held each other in a loving embrace. We lay there as if time stood still sharing our love, even though our passion was temporarily spent.

We could both feel each other hardening against each other as our libidos recharged. I mean we were two virile Lions, it didn't take much to waken our lust. This time he rolled onto his back and offered himself to me. "Demo I want you in me tonight. We have no idea what tomorrow will bring. The only thing we have of surety is tonight." And with that he guided me into him.

He didn't have much convincing to do, since I wanted him as much as he wanted me to take him. I had just recently passed him in dick size and I used my length to good advantage, sawing across the pleasure lump in his rectum. The god was singing again but this time there was an undertone of the bittersweet with a slight foreshadowing of doom. Like a chorus in a tragedy by a great poet...

Which just made our coupling more desperate and our love for each other more palpable. We had the night, we would worry about what tomorrow would bring when it arrived. I picked up the pace as the god urged me on and Father wrapped his legs around my waist, urging me deeper and deeper. The god's voice soared into an aria as my climax hit me. As he hit the high note I roared and filled Father with my essence...

We lay there in our afterglow. It was a night of magic and mysticism, with the god giving us his blessing as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms

A couple of hours before dawn I was woke by Father stirring. He crawled over top of me and out of the bed. I watched as he walked over toward the window that faced out over the cliff of our citadel, the sheer drop of which ended in a bolder strewn stretch of sea. He didn't seem himself, he seemed in a trance as he approached the window.

"Where are you going Father?" I asked.

"The god is calling me home..." He said in a choked whisper.

"I can't hear him." I said, panic creeping into my voice.

"Of course you can't. He's speaking to me. He's asking for the sacrifice. I am the 'Shepherd' of our cats and I must give it to him." This was the Priest speaking not the King. He continued his slow walk to the open window.

"But we need you. Who will lead us into battle tomorrow if you're gone?" I implored.

"You will my son. Don't make this harder than it is, the god is calling me, I must go to him." And with that he jumped up on the ledge and then launched himself out into the void.

I cried out, "NOOOOO!" as he disappeared from view. I ran to the window but he had already disappeared into the darkness. I knew the exact moment he hit, because from the nonsensical roar of the waves the god's voice returned to me.

"Young Demo don't despair. I will be with you. Trust in me. You are now the King and my Priest. I know your heart and it is pious like your father's was. You are your father's son in more than just seed, and your line was spawned by me. I will not forsake you in your time of need." Like all he'd always said to me it wasn't exactly in words but I understood him better than if he spoke in pure oral Greek. He spoke directly to my heart. And I knew the words were true.

But the loss of Father was bitter. He was the only one in my life that had been able to relate to the burden of kingship. And now I had to shoulder that burden alone at such a young age in an almost impossible situation.

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