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Prince Raenn clutched the letter he had written tight in his hand. The fifth wolf prince stared at himself in the large mirror on the opposite side of the king's room. Several spots and splashes of white fur adorned the otherwise common gray fur and even some of the black markings near his neck were already showing up again. His fur looked bizarre, unlike any pattern he had ever seen. Yet, still, the features around his face and muzzle were not his own. He still looked like the damned dog that had forcefully switched bodies with him all these weeks ago through the use of strange, unknown magic. It had been several days since he had last been forced to drink the damned potion to keep the effects going, but he was still not back to his true self.

Everything indicated that he would be soon, though. That thought comforted the wolf prince.

Raenn's ears were up, listening to any sounds coming from behind the door right beside him. At his side, Tiberius, the large feral wolfdog belonging to his brother and king, Ruvel, came over to nuzzle his side. Raenn gently pushed him away and made a 'shhh' sound. Or, at least, he tried to, but no sound came out. The prince's ears folded back just a little as his paw came up to adjust the two collars wrapped around his neck. One was the heavy slavery collar used to train misbehaving slaves and the other was the hellish thing that kept his voice sealed away.

Aside from the collars, Raenn wore nothing but the slave loincloth he had been given. Several times he had wanted to put on any of his brother's exceedingly fancy clothes from the king's wardrobe, but if he was found wearing one of these while looking and passing for a common slave he was sure he'd be brought in for punishment. He himself had punished a slave for trying his clothes once. That thought felt distant in the past for him.

For two whole days, Raenn had managed to stay in Ruvel's room. With the king's top floor being the only place surrounded by magic repelling crystals, it was the only place he had found where they couldn't locate him through his slave collar. His brother, King Ruvel, had left to deal with business outside the castle two days ago and hadn't come back yet. Raenn had been forced to survive only by eating the fruit placed on a bowl in the small round table in the king's ample room and from the water that the slaves also kept replacing in a jug for the king's convenience.

It wasn't easy, though. Sometimes when slaves came by the room to collect sheets and clothes for laundry or replace the food he could try to hide, but when other slaves came to clean the room he was forced to lay with Tiberius. Being a sex slave for the king's hound was the pretense with which he managed to get in there in the first place, so the former prince had to do several degrading and humiliating things to keep his facade going. The first time the slaves had come to take Tiberius outside he had managed to hide under the bed. The wolf prince thought they wouldn't bring the dog back, which in turn would ruin his excuse for being there, but thankfully Ruvel liked to keep Tiberius inside and comfortable.

He couldn't risk being sent back downstairs, though. The slave master would be looking for him. If they found him, everything he had worked for so far would have been for nothing.

And that was why he took a deep breath and told himself that he needed to follow through with his plans. The wolf prince leaned towards the door and, carefully and silently, opened it just enough to peek outside and see the hallway. He could see the stairs leading downstairs and also the armored wolf guard standing right by it. The guard yawned once, but other than that, just stood there watching his post. He had been there since dusk, so considering that the sun was already rising Raenn was pretty sure his watch was bound to end soon. He closed the door again and continued to wait.

The prince held the letter tight to his chest. He had found writing supplies in the king's desk and did his best to write a concise letter explaining his situation in a way that wouldn't seem as ludicrous as it really was. That he was not a slave, but actually fifth prince Raenn, and that the prince Raenn walking around the castle was an impostor. It had taken him three drafts to come up with one that he thought was convincing enough. He signed it at the bottom as princely as he could, too. Most of the slaves couldn't even read, let alone write, so he at least had that small advantage.

All he needed to do was make sure he delivered the letter to the right hands. He wanted to give it to king Ruvel, his elder brother, but with him gone for so long, Raenn knew that time was running out. The slaves thought his relationship with Tiberius was funny the first time they saw it, then weird on the second, but there were only so many times he could be seen still being in the king's room before they realized he wasn't even leaving and ended up telling someone. He couldn't let that happen.

He needed to act. If Ruvel wasn't coming back he'd deliver it to the next best candidate: Prince Rael. Just like with Ruvel, Raenn never did get along quite so well with him. Still, Rael's authority would certainly be enough to protect him. He was sure of it. Perhaps one of his other brothers could work too, but they were just too hard to reach without risking being found out in the process.

Raenn opened the door to peek again. He took a deep breath but just stared at the guard with his anxiety growing. Tiberius became a little more agitated by his side, panting and nuzzling at him with his tongue lolling out. Raenn casually placed a hand over the dog's head to pet him, then closed the door again and looked back at the large room.

He didn't want to leave it. He hated posing as a slave and dreaded the thought of an imposter getting away with taking his place or the dragons succeeding in whatever it was they were planning. Yet, still, being in the luxurious room had been so refreshing after the weeks he had spent in the slave quarters living like one. The comfort and safety of it were soothing.

Yet, if he didn't take the leap, he might never get his life back. The wolf drew in another deep breath. He was running out of time. His claws were still scratching behind Tiberius' ears when he finally heard the sounds he was hoping to hear coming from the hallway. His heart started beating faster right away. Raenn hurriedly opened the door enough to look outside again just in time to see the guard stepping down the stairs and disappearing below. Voices followed. The guard was probably talking to his replacement down there. It was his chance.

Raenn's ears were lowered and his tail was slightly tucked between his legs. His heart raced, but he grabbed the key he had found on Ruvel's drawers and opened the door to slip outside. Right across the hall from the king's room was the royal office, the king's most private room to deal with official affairs, and that was Raenn's destination. Before he could close the chamber's door, however, Tiberius slipped past the opening to follow him to the hallway.

Raenn stomped his foot in a silent way and pointed at the room. His ears folded back and he quickly glanced at the stairs, but thankfully the guards were still talking down there. He pointed at the room, but Tiberius just stared at him with his tail wagging. Instinctively, Raenn tried to whisper an order to the dog telling him to go back, but of course that no sound came out at all. The heavy armored steps echoed through the hallway again and Raenn panicked. If they saw Tiberius out there they might know something was up. He had no choice, though. He carefully closed the door to the king's suite and rushed towards the royal office to unlock it. The large wolfdog trotted by his side and, even if Raenn didn't really want him to, he couldn't stop Tiberius from slipping inside the office alongside him.

With the door closed behind him, Raenn sighed with relief. He had done it. The first part of his plan was a success! Or, well, a partial success. Tiberius gave his side a small lick and, though Raenn looked at him with a frown and a bit of a frustrated snarl, the dog just let out a quiet, happy yip and continued to wag his tail faster. With some reluctance, Raenn used the key to lock the office door to avoid raising suspicion over his unauthorized presence there.

"Damned dog," Raenn thought. For some reason, Tiberius seemed to have taken a liking to him. The prince had to admit that the dog wasn't all that bad either. He could see why Ruvel liked to have him around. He was in a critical mission to get his identity back, though, so it wasn't the time to be playing around.

The office looked just as it had two days ago when Raenn had slipped inside for the first time. The papers on top of the large central desk were tidier than before but seemed to have multiplied in number. The office was as luxurious as the king's room with beautifully carved furniture and comfortable looking chairs. Raenn pondered on what to do next. He took another look down at the letter he still held in his hands as if he had to make sure he still had it, then decided to stick to what he had planned before.

The wolf ignored the office and went through the side door leading to the archives. The early morning sun was barely starting to light up the small room, so it was rather dark inside. The office archives were nothing but a few shelves filled with old documents that hadn't been moved to the main library. It was the same room Raenn had hidden in right after he finally got away from the slave master's hands and that awful, cruel slave.

Raenn stepped inside. Much to his annoyance, Tiberius followed him once again. The dog just nuzzled him and looked around the new room, but never strayed too far from him. Raenn frowned once more and let out a reflexive yet soundless growl at him. His plan was to hide inside the archive room until he heard Rael come in the office. Not too many people had access to the king's personal office, but he couldn't risk being seen by the wrong person and then getting sent back downstairs. He needed his brother. Once he was sure Rael was alone, he intended to come out and give him the letter. Tiberius' presence didn't help with that.

Then again, if he left the dog alone inside the office it could be worse. What would they think about that? Tiberius had an annoying habit to bark when he didn't get things his way too, which Raenn knew pretty well, so he just sighed and closed the archive door with both of them inside.

At least, when Raenn sat down at the small room's corner, Tiberius sat on his haunches by his side. The dog leaned in to nuzzle his neck and give his muzzle a lick. Raenn pulled away from that, but brought his hand up to scratch at the large dog's neck. That seemed to satisfy the feral who just leaned into it, then ultimately decided to lay down by his side.

The prince couldn't tell for sure how much time he spent sitting inside the small room. He sat in silence, watching the sluggish rays of sunlight travel across the shelves from the single high window. He hated the waiting. He kept thinking about his plan and, though he tried to stay confident that he had to do what he was doing, a thousand scenarios where he failed were going through his head.

Tiberius just laid there seemingly satisfied in getting an endless stream of petting and ear scratching. Sometimes the dog would lick Raenn's paw with his long, slobbery tongue, making the prince wince. At least this time he wasn't alone.

Finally, the sound of the door opening came from the office. Raenn's ears shot up at the same time as Tiberius lifted his own head and ears in alarm. What little calmness and reassurance the prince had managed to gather inside him vanished in the midst of his anxiety in a split second.

At first, Raenn didn't move. He just listened as the person closed the office door, then the sound of steps followed before the scratching sound of the desk chair being pulled came. Things went quiet for a while then, but Raenn knew he was still there. There didn't seem to be a second person since there was no talking. If it was prince Rael, this was Raenn's chance.

How would he find out, though? Raenn frowned. He hadn't really thought of that. Very quietly, the wolf started to move. Tiberius continued to lie down, but turned his head to watch him as he quietly got up on all fours, then crawled towards the archive door.

Pressing his eye against the small archive door lock to peek, he couldn't see much. He saw the front of the large central desk. Raenn leaned more to the side and managed to see a pair of furry hands holding a piece of paper above it. The prince's heart sank. It was a canine, but they had gray fur. Prince Rael's fur was of a light brown color, so it couldn't be him.

Raenn mouthed a curse under his breath. If it wasn't Rael, though, then who was it? Only a handful of people had access to the king's private office. The wolf tried to lean in further and adjust his angle so that he could see more. He saw one of those hands grab a quill, wet it in ink and start writing something...

And then a wet lick came to Raenn's rear.

He would have yelped if he could, but even though he opened his muzzle to do it, no sound came through because of his collar. The prince looked back in alarm to see Tiberius up and sniffing right between his cheeks. The dog had no trouble lifting Raenn's loincloth with his muzzle to give Raenn another quick lick right against his entrance.

The wolf moved to turn and sit, pressing his rear against the ground so that the dog couldn't get to it. He frowned and gave the dog a silent snarl with both anger and embarrassment, but all the feral dog did was look at him and wag his bushy tail. It brushed against the shelves making a little noise. Raenn grit his teeth hoping Tiberius wouldn't knock anything down. Bringing the large dog alongside him had been a mistake indeed. A big mistake.

The dog, on the other hand, was energetic. He advanced forth towards Raenn and lowered his head to come and sniff at the prince's crotch. Raenn placed both hands on Tiberius' neck to try to push him away, but the dog was so large and bulky that he could barely budge him. Tiberius just took it as playing and kept sniffing, then gave Raenn's crotch a lick over his loincloth as well. The prince blushed at how ridiculous his situation was.

Raenn immediately noticed how his embarrassment was also a bad thing. The damned slave collar he wore translated shame and embarrassment straight into arousal with the aid of magic, so despite how nervous and anxious Raenn was, he also felt his own member starting to swell a little inside his sheath.

It prompted him to push Tiberius away with more strength and urgency. The dog finally caught his hint and retreated willingly, taking a few steps back and then sitting on his haunches to stare at him. Raenn let out a soft yet silent growl of frustration at the feral. The effort left him panting and flustered.

When he was fairly certain that Tiberius wasn't going to try anything else, the wolf turned around to look through the keyhole again. The person inside the office was still writing. By leaning to the side as much as he could, Raenn managed to make out the tip of his gray, elongated canine muzzle. He was a wolf, no doubt about that. That was a good sign, at least. Raenn started to think about which wolves besides Ruvel and Rael could come to that office.

All of the princes could, of course. Regnar's fur was black, though. His own was white, so it wasn't the imposter. Young prince Revis would never come up there and mess with documents. Prince Rowell's fur was gray, so maybe it could be...

Raenn's ears perked up. The wolf leaned in against the documents, which gave Raenn enough time to see who it was. Recognition sparked inside his mind and his tail went high up in the air to wag.

It was the coronal secretary. A gray wolf in his forties that had worked with their father before them and now served as a helper and advisor to King Ruvel and, since he did a lot of the work too, Prince Rael. His name was Zane or something like that. Raenn himself, however, had seldom ever spoken with him that much. Why would he if all the secretary did was handle boring bureaucracy for the royal family? The prince bit his lip. He still had his letter in his hand. The question was... could he trust this wolf? Raenn rationalized that he probably could since at least he was loyal to the wolves. Would he believe his story, though?

Raenn didn't know what to do. He could take his chances, go out and show the wolf his letter hoping he would believe and help him, or he could wait and hope that Rael would end up coming to the office. ...But what if he didn't? It had already been hours. Raenn didn't know what prince Rael did all day for sure, but he could be too busy to come up there.

It was at that point that prince Raenn's nervous thinking got interrupted by the large weight that suddenly jumped over his back. The wolf had to place both paws down to hold himself from caving to Tiberius' much larger form as the feral dog decided to suddenly mount him.

Raenn immediately tried to turn back and push the dog away, but Tiberius' forepaws wrapped themselves around his middle to hold him down. It almost made Raenn fall with his chin against the floor. Those same paws, however, kept Raenn's ass lifted in the air so that the large and already hard feral cock could start poking against the prince's rear looking for the entrance to fuck.

"No!" Raenn tried to whisper. He couldn't struggle too hard or Tiberius would knock or bump into something. If he was found hidden inside the archive room he shouldn't be in, looking like a slave and getting mounted by a feral dog there was absolutely no way anyone would believe he was fifth prince Raenn.

He couldn't let Tiberius fuck him like that there. Much to Raenn's shame, he had taken the feral dog's large cock into him four times in the last two days including the first one under King Ruvel's supervision. It was enough for him to know that Tiberius was relentless. He liked fucking and he would stop at nothing to bury his bone when he put his mind into it. If the dog managed to shove his oversized knot into him, however, it would be more than an hour before he could come out from under the dog. The thought and memories alone were enough to make Raenn's face grow red with shame and, in consequence, for his own dick to start peeking out of his sheath.

With the dog's hard length poking around his thighs, Raenn still managed to twist around even with Tiberius over him to turn around. The dog kept humping and grinding his cock against the prince, but Raenn managed to make sure he wouldn't hit the mark.

Tiberius, however, didn't like it. He let out a soft little growl above the prince and made an effort to reposition himself. The dog's side bumped against one of the shelves with a small thump that made the prince's ears fold back with fear that the coronal secretary might have heard it. Raenn heard no sounds indicating that the wolf had gotten up, thankfully.

Tiberius still struggled, however. As Raenn managed to turn himself around to be chest to chest against the dog, he got to see the feral's big, veiny crimson length in full arousal. Just like every other time he saw the dog's cock, he couldn't believe he had taken that into him. Another frustrated growl came from the dog above him. Afraid Tiberius would end up barking, Raenn acted desperately and instead leaned forward to reach out and grasp the feral dog's cock with his hand instead.

He started stroking it. The act made Tiberius stop attempting to mount him and instead just wag his tail and start doing some light humping movements against Raenn's stroking hand. He could barely close his whole hand around the base of the dog's length and he could definitely see the lump of the growing knot still outlined and hidden inside Tiberius' sheath.

Tiberius started panting a little alongside his humping, but that sound too didn't seem to be loud enough for the secretary to hear. Raenn managed to shuffle around a little so that he could properly sit on the ground while continuing to stroke the king's feral hunting hound. The reality of his actions didn't escape the young prince's mind. He felt his face growing red as he stared at the feral dog's erection that he was forced to keep stroking. He was jerking off a feral dog. Raenn adjusted his own loincloth so that it sat over his own half-grown cock that was a result of his embarrassment over his actions. The dog's musky scent started growing on Raenn's sensitive lupine nose as his arousal grew. At least he had gotten Tiberius to settle down.

The wolf prince still wasn't sure how to proceed, but as he sat there stroking the feral dog's cock, the sound of the office door opening came again. His ears shot up thinking that maybe the secretary was leaving, but instead, he heard muffled voices coming from the office. The sound of the desk chair being pushed back so that the secretary could stand up came and then, while still pumping Tiberius' cock while the dog humped his hand, Raenn leaned to the side as much as he could to look through the keyhole again.

"My lord," said the secretary. The older gray wolf came into Raenn's view as he stepped around the desk and bowed. He wore elegant, dark colored clothing that fit his frame nicely. The sound of steps followed and Raenn's ears folded back a little when he saw his brother approach the secretary.

"Zayn," prince Rael said in response while nodding his head in greeting. "I apologize for my tardiness. It's been an awfully busy morning." The prince then gave the air a couple sniffs and followed it with a heavy frown. "This office is smelling of feral dogs," he commented.

"That is perfectly fine, lord Rael. I only just got here myself." Raenn could see the secretary's more than polite smile even through the tiny keyhole. "I noticed that as well. The king must have brought his companion over before he left."

Rael simply rolled his eyes at that.

"I also see that the word of the small falling out you had with your brother, Lord Regnar, is true after all," Zayn continued. "I am sorry about that."

Prince Rael brought his hand up to his muzzle. Raenn could make out a faint bruising there even from his vantage point.

"Ah, well informed as always, Zayn. Yes. It was most unfortunate. You know how Regnar is. He has a temper and it only gets worse when he's drunk." The prince spoke in a dismissive tone and went around the desk to stand behind it, which was out of Raenn's limited sight.

"About that, my Lord. I've read the reports, but I've also heard from some of the guards that Lord Regnar did not appear entirely drunk. The circumstances around the prince's arrest are still quite blurry. I heard he took a prisoner out of the dungeons and everything. Having one of the six princes inside a dungeon cell does not look good for the royal family's image, as I'm sure you know."

Raenn could hear Rael's scoff from the other side of the door.

"What doesn't look good is having one drunk prince hitting another over a burst of anger. It's not the first time my brother has been put in a cell for the night to sober up. His reputation will live through it."

Zayn nodded. "Yes, that much is true. I only hoped to ask you about what exac-"

"We're not here to talk about my brother, Zayn," Rael said in a firm tone, cutting the secretary off mid-sentence. "I have too much to worry about. King Ruvel will be back tomorrow and I have much to prepare so that he can make up for the lost time in his duties."

Raenn saw Zayn place his hands behind his back and make a short bow. "Of course, my Lord."

"Did you gather the documents I asked for? The audiences that will be in the king's schedule tomorrow need to be properly assigned."

Zayn walked around the desk to lean against it and start messing with the papers over it. A growl from Tiberius behind him took Raenn's attention away from the interaction and towards the dog again. He had slowed down his stroking while listening to the conversation and Tiberius didn't like it.

Raenn sped it up again. Gliding his hand up and down the dark red dog's cock was not a pleasant experience for the prince. The dog's knot was growing and Raenn got to see it slip out of its sheath. The thick bulb of flesh at the base made Tiberius' member look even bigger and more intimidating than before.

Still, Tiberius let out a small yelp. Raenn's ears pinned down against his head in fear that they would hear it outside, but he could still hear his brother and the secretary talking about documents or other things he barely understood. Tiberius put a paw on Raenn's chest and tried to reposition himself closer. The wolf sped up the stroking again, but the dog seemed to always want a different angle. To hump faster. Raenn was having trouble keeping him satisfied.

Tiberius started nuzzling his shoulder. His large paw came up again. The dog pulled back, then awkwardly tried to mount Raenn from the front. The prince had to push Tiberius' large chest away from him after feeling the dog's cock bouncing around and grinding against his chest. In response, Tiberius' soft growling returned. The dog turned back and forth, anxious and horny. He then let out another yelp.

"Did you hear something?" Rael said from outside. Raenn panicked. Both wolves on the other side went quiet. Tiberius was still prancing back and forth. Desperate, the first thing that popped into Raenn's mind was something that Jared, the slave he had been stuck serving for weeks, had said to him.

"When you're too sore and tired but they still want to fuck you, you can subtly trick them by offering something else instead..."

That was after the abusive slave's own knot had finally popped out of Raenn's ass, who complained about how much it hurt. Then Jared had grabbed Raenn by his headfur and...

Raenn did the same thing he had been made to do back then with Tiberius. The wolf prince dived down between the dog's legs and took a mouthful of the dog's cock into his muzzle. The acrid taste of another male's manhood immediately assaulted his tongue, which in turn made his eyes water, but Tiberius stopped and, even from beneath the standing feral dog, Raenn could see his tail starting to wag rapidly.

"I'm not sure what you mean, my Lord," Zayn said outside. Raenn had just the tapered tip and about a fourth of the feral dog's member inside his muzzle, but all of a sudden Tiberius thrust forward and he felt himself gagging as more than half of the dog's length member was shoved in with the tapered tip reaching his throat. He was glad that not even his gagging sounds made through the enchanted collar of silence.

"I thought I heard whining. It is probably my brother's infernal hound out in the hallway again. Why he refuses to leave that beast outside with the rest of the dogs is something I will never comprehend."

Raenn felt relief wash over him. He still had to deal with being on all fours underneath a large feral wolfdog that was humping his muzzle, though. Over the last week, Raenn had been made to suck dick a lot of times, so even despite his awful situation he tried to put a little bit of that practice in and pretend it wasn't a feral dog wildly thrusting its cock against his tongue. Unlike most people he had been made to suck, Tiberius had little to no restraint. He shoved his length against Raenn's throat making him gag again and again. The dog seemed to enjoy how the prince's throat constricted around his length when Raenn gagged. The fact that Tiberius was humping and panting above him meant that the dog was happy as far as Raenn had learned. At least it meant he would also keep quiet for a while longer.

The taste of the feral dog's cock rubbing against his tongue coupled with the roughness of Tiberius' thrusting had small tears running down the sides of Raenn's eyes. He frowned, but kept a hold on the dog's hindpaws to try and keep him from humping too far in. The humiliation of what the prince was being forced to do weighted heavily on his mind, however, which in turn made his own cock stay rock hard with his small loincloth resting over it. Raenn, however, glanced back at the door as the voices continued.

"I noticed that you're still taking that personal guard with you too, my Lord," Zayn said. A heavy sigh followed.

"This again, Zayn? I already explained the reasoning behind it."

"Yes, of course. But as I pointed out, we already doubled the patrols around the castle during the dragons' visit. Having a guard with you constantly might give them the impression that we don't trust them."

"Which we don't," Rael quickly pointed out in a dry tone.

"Of course we don't. You of all people, my Lord, know the importance of keeping up the appearances."

Raenn could hear a growl coming from Rael, which was unusual, but he didn't get to hear his brother's reply because Tiberius' paws came over his back in another attempt to mount him. This one was more successful given the fact that Raenn was pretty much on all fours under the dog. The dog's forepaws wrapped around his waist, which in turn had him trying to retreat only to accidentally let the feral dog's cock thrust deeper into his throat.

Raenn gagged again. He had been made to deepthroat Jared several times over the last weeks, but Tiberius went too fast and was too rough. The entirety of the dog's red, smooth length went inside Raenn's muzzle, which forced him to open it as wide as it would go to accommodate the thick base of the dog's length. The prince's lips were pretty much kissing the dog's large, bulbous knot. The only part of his cock too thick to shove past his teeth. Tiberius pulled back, which made Raenn let out a silent gasp for air, then thrust right back in to bring a few more tears from the overwhelmed prince.

Finally, the wolf managed to retreat and pull away. The feral dog continued to try to thrust and therefore grind his member right against the prince's face. He felt the fur of his muzzle getting matted with his own saliva, but at least it gave him time to cough and breath. Thankfully, that made absolutely no sound either. Tiberius' small whine of eagerness above him, however, did.

Being right next to the door, Raenn's ears shot back down after hearing it. He didn't want to, he really didn't, but he forced himself to take the dog's cock into his maw once again and, as soon as he did, Tiberius was right back to his wild thrusting. The prince could feel it going into his throat, taste the smooth, glistening, saliva coated feral cock going in and out of his muzzle. Worse yet, as soon as the dog's cock was back into his muzzle Tiberius started being rough again. Raenn knew what the dog wanted, but the simple thought of it made his own rock hard length dribble out a drop of precum out of sheer shame translated by his cursed collar.

With each thrust, the dog pressed his knot against the prince's teeth. The feral didn't seem to mind that they were sharp. Either that or he was too overwhelmed by lust, but Raenn could tell that Tiberius' instincts wanted to do what he always did to finish: tie up with his bitch. Raenn's jaw was already stretched out as far as it could go, but Tiberius kept trying anyway. Another whine came from the dog due to his lack of success in trying. Raenn closed his eyes for a moment terrified of the thought of them hearing that. That they would find him in such a compromising position. Yet, he had come too far. As he opened his wet eyes and saw the large knot coming at his face, he knew what he could do, but he really, really didn't want to.

The third whine was what made him desperate enough to do it, though. He could still hear them talking about something outside. So close to him! Reluctantly, Raenn brought his hands up and, using both of them, squeezed the dog's knot to simulate a tie.

Tiberius' tail started to wag right away. The dog's cock was still buried almost all the way into his muzzle, but the feeling of the false tie made his humps grow more shallow. Raenn could hear the dog start to pant above him and he knew what was about to happen. His own cock let out another dribble of precum that wet his loincloth. The tear that came from his eye was of shame and humiliation alone.

The prince tried to pull back when he felt the dog's cock start to throb, but Tiberius thrust forward right away not wanting to lose his purchase. The pulling back part of Raenn's little plan failed when a sudden rush of dog semen came pretty much straight to his throat. Out of sheer reflex, he gulped down the first thick coat of feral jizz. He tried to pull back more desperately and got another strong jet of cum coming straight into his maw, then another right over his tongue. A jet of cum hit the side of his muzzle when he finally managed to both pull his head away and aim the dog's cumming cock away to the side. Tiberius just panted with satisfaction while his cock continued to pulse and let out rope after rope of cum onto the archive floor.

Raenn coughed and spit everything he could, but his mouth tasted like salty cum and musk. No sound came from his desperate spitting. Tiberius sat down on his haunches and used his innate canine flexibility to start lapping at his own member that continued to dribble and let out more cum.

The worst part was that, despite how incredibly awful what Raenn had just done was, he still felt hornier than ever. Raenn gave his slave collar an angry tug of frustration because of that, which in turn made had the collar giving his neck that awful burning sensation for a split second.

The fifth wolf prince took a little time to recover. He caught his breath and spit a few times on the floor, but the taste wasn't going away. He turned back towards the door and pressed his ear against it. They were still talking. They hadn't heard anything. The prince let out a sigh of relief. Tiberius' knotted cock was still hard and out in the open, but the dog was busy excitedly lapping the mess that he himself had made on the floor. Raenn did his very best to clean every single remnant of cum from his face as well.

The wolf crawled towards the door and sat against it. He turned around to look through the keyhole again. He then noticed that they seemed to be arguing.

Only Zayn was within his line of sight and the gray wolf looked calm enough. He had his hands behind his back and eyes towards the desk, where his brother had to still be sitting.

"Questioning is part of my job as both secretary and spymaster to the Royal Wolf Kingdom, my Lord," Zayn said in a calm tone.

"Spymaster?" Raenn thought. His brothers did spend an awful lot of time with the older wolf. His father had done so as well. Raenn wished for the thousandth time since the whole ordeal had begun that he had paid more attention to what the higher-ups of the castle were doing during his time as a prince.

"Your job is to help us against our enemies. This endless questioning over trivial matters isn't assisting us against the dragons." Rael's tone was also controlled, but Raenn had learned to tell the subtle difference of his brother's cold reprieving voice tone over his usual obnoxious sarcasm. He had had it used against him far too many times.

"All the more reason for us to look into these unregistered magic users tending to our own castle's wards." Zayn himself frowned. "I thought that you would see how dangerous that can be given the dragons' magical nature."

"And I do," Rael replied. The desk's chair was pushed back and Rael appeared again with a bunch of papers under his arm. "As I said, we will discuss and analyze that matter as soon as I have time."

"Wouldn't you say that a threat of unknown magic users inside castle grounds is of a more dire urgency than the king's routine schedule?"

Raenn could see the cold look of annoyance Rael threw at Zayn. The secretary stood perfectly still, however, eye on eye against the prince.

"You are in no position to tell me what takes priority over what." Rael turned away from the other wolf. "I appreciate your concern, Zayn, but everything is fine. The dragons will be returning home soon and everything will be back to normal."

Prince Rael didn't even stop to wait for an answer and Zayn didn't attempt to give one. The secretary lowered his head respectfully and nodded, then Raenn heard the office's main door open and close again. He saw Zayn relax after his brother left and then let out an exasperated sigh.

Raenn, on the other hand, lowered his ears. He grabbed his letter that he had dropped on the ground after the whole ordeal with Tiberius. His brother had been right there and he missed his chance of delivering it to him. The wolf prince let out a soundless whimper of his own, then a warm tongue came to give his muzzle a lick.

Tiberius' tail was still wagging. The dog licked him again right on the spot where his cum had landed over Raenn's face before Raenn could push him away. The dog's member was still hanging between his legs in an obscene fashion, but at least all the evidence of what they had done was pretty much gone. Raenn heard movement from outside again.

If Zayn left, would any of them even return to the king's office that day? Raenn had gotten too distracted, but he needed to deliver his letter. Could he trust Zayn? He still wasn't sure, but he didn't want to remain a fugitive hiding under the king's feral dog any longer. With urgency, Raenn stood up. His own member had retreated back to his sheath, thankfully, but he still adjusted his dirty loincloth to properly cover it. The prince didn't feel ready. He was a nervous wreck, but he forced himself to grasp the door's handle, take a deep breath and open it.

As soon as he did, Zayn's eyes snapped to him. He had been gathering documents from the table, but he took a step back while looking at Raenn with surprised eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?!" The older wolf asked with a growl. He showed some teeth, which made Raenn instinctively lower his ears. From behind him, Tiberius came into the office happy and panting.

"Is that the king's companion? Were you in there this whole time, slave?" The secretary's tone was heavy and reprieving. Raenn rushed up to him, presented him the letter and pointed at it. "What were you doing in there?"

Zayn gave him an odd look. The wolf didn't seem to feel threatened by him at all, which Raenn guessed was a good thing. He carefully took the letter from Raenn's hand, opened it and started reading it.

Raenn watched the older wolf's eyes go through line by line. His heart pounded on his chest. He fiddled with his hands and couldn't keep either his ears up nor his tail from tucking itself between his legs. Everything he had worked for so far was hanging on the wolf believing on the contents of his letter. Second after second ticked by, each one feeling like a whole minute. The wolf prince glanced back toward the door. Would it have been better to wait for prince Rael? Would his brother believe the letter? He couldn't know. Tiberius trotted to his side and nuzzled Raenn's hip. Without even noticing, Raenn placed his hand on the dog's head to scratch him like he knew Tiberius wanted.

Zayn finally lowered the letter, signaling he was done. Raenn looked up at him expectedly. He met the wolf's eyes, then saw them going down to inspect him carefully.

"You wrote this?" The wolf asked, his voice serious and impartial.

Raenn nodded right away.

"And this collar won't let you speak?"

Raenn nodded again and tugged at his silencing collar. He had an idea right there and then. He lunged for the feather sitting over the royal desk and pulled a piece of white paper to him, then quickly wrote down his signature. He did it three times, then pushed the paper towards Zayn. The other wolf looked at it, but Raenn could tell his expression was still suspicious.

"You are aware that this is quite the ludicrous tale, aren't you?" The wolf sounded skeptical. Raenn's ears fell down with anxiety. Still, he nodded slowly.

"Prince Raenn has been declared sick. He's been confined and resting in his own room for the last two or three days," Zayn said. Raenn was surprised, but when he thought about it, it made sense. A gray slave dog with white marks on his fur was nothing, but a pristine white wolf with gray marks...

"You, on the other hand, were hiding there in the archives with the king's dog. Your letter doesn't quite explain how that came to be."

Zayn's piercing eyes fell upon him again. He glanced at Tiberius, who just panted happily, then his eyes came back to study him. A few more moments of silence went by. Raenn could tell there was doubt, but at least he hadn't been laughed at. A part of him expected that to happen. A few silent sniffs from Zayn's part made Raenn's ears fall down right away. He took a soft step back, but he realized that he must be reeking like a feral. Or like a slave. The secretary did not outright comment on that, though.

Finally, Zayn folded down the letter and put it away in one of his pockets.

"Come with me," he said, heading towards the door. Raenn didn't move right away. He still didn't know if he could trust Zayn. Or if the wolf had even believed him in the first place. If he left the king's floor and the protection of the crystals...

Zayn stopped near the door when he saw that Raenn wasn't moving.

"Don't worry. I won't turn you in," the wolf said, voice still as calm as ever. "If you want me to trust you, you'll have to trust me too."

Raenn hesitated. His ears folded back a little more and his tail was still tucked between his legs. Tiberius nuzzled his side one more time. What other options did he have? This wasn't going how he had planned at all, but despite his fear and anxiety, he forced himself to walk forward and follow the other wolf.