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This story was written for HandofBlades as part of my Themed patreon request day for August! This month's theme was "Royalty". It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and drug use/venom play. :3

The King's Fever

A strained cry escaped the skunk as the snake's teeth pierced the flesh of his arm, but he fell silent a moment later. His shaking right hand stroked the smooth scales of the cobra's hood, ragged moans escaping Salem as he felt the hot, acrid venom pumping into his bloodstream through the reptile's fangs. It was only a brief dose, diluted by the cobra's specialised diet and thus far from the deadly toxin it could have been in greater quantities, but the effect was still rapid. Even as the cobra withdrew his head and planted the softest of kisses upon the bleeding flesh of the skunk's forearm, Salem felt his mind growing hazy. Even as the snake drew some strips of ointment soaked linen from a wooden box nearby and wrapped them around the wound as it oozed a mixture of red blood and greenish tinged venom, followed by some dry, clean strips of the same material, Salem pressed his free hand to his bare chest and felt his heart beginning to flutter and race.

The powerful anthro snake coiled around him, not a constricting species in terms of ancestry but sure as heck large enough to do so, his legless lower body wrapping around and around Salem as the skunk felt his flesh beginning to prickle with sweat beneath his fur. He could feel the snake squeezing him. Embracing every inch of him wrapped up in his coils. His lithe body. His thick, lush tail. His arms and legs. He was trapped. He was helpless. But though his mind was already losing its grip on reality as the venom's psychedelic properties began to take hold, he didn't feel panicked by the snake's embrace. He didn't feel terrified or sorrowful, mourning his impending death as many would have if they'd found themselves unfortunate enough to be wrapped up in a cobra's clutches.

"O-oh... Hass..."

He moaned as he felt the snake's body squeezing him so tight and yet so tenderly, and arched his back as best he could from his restrained position when he felt the warmth, the hot, rigid intensity of the cobra's manhood rubbing beneath his tail, between the cheeks of his tight, firm ass. Not one shaft but two, divided at the base into what resembled twin members from the mammal's point of view. Thankfully only one began to probe at his opening, not attempting to push in quite yet but making its presence known, the other simply rubbing between his cheeks and against the base of his tail along with the cobra's motions.

It wasn't long however before the skunk did feel the snake's cock beginning to press inside of him. There was no lubrication, but nor was there any pain as another effect of the venom coursing through his body asserted itself. His muscles relaxed. His body fell limp, paralysed and utterly helpless. He could still breath, the venom's dilution meant that it was no longer deadly in that regard. His heart didn't cease beating in its chest as it could so easily have done had Hassan intended it. Even if he hadn't been so intimately and tenderly embraced by the cobra however, Salem's legs and arms felt sluggish and heavy, like they'd fallen asleep due to lack of blood flow only without the discomfort of pins and needles to accompany that sensation. Instead he felt the pleasure of a large, swollen erection pushing into his ass, and moaned as the cobra's coiled body began to ripple and squeeze around his in allowing Hassan to begin thrusting into him.

The pleasure was extreme, and even though the muscle relaxant meant that Salem's member remained softened between his legs pre-cum soon began to dribble from its tip as the cobra began to hammer skilfully against his prostate. The skunk huffed and gurgled. He gasped and whimpered happily, and if he'd been able to do so would have pushed back hungrily against every stroke of that member pressing deep into him, welcoming, urging the cobra onward with ever greater urgency. Instead he could only lie there in Hassan's embrace and wait as his sanity slowly deserted him amidst the haze of pleasure. His vision slipping away from the lavish soft furnishings of the room around him and instead turning to other matters. To impossible sights of worlds beyond this one, worlds with laws of reality that made no sense and bore no resemblance to anything grounded in the world that Salem knew. He saw fish swimming through a stormy sky. He saw a woman with her back arched, screaming in pleasure as between her legs a burly elephant pressed an ivory tusk inlaid with golden runes into her depths. He saw a field of roses with a vast black structure rising high amongst them, six dazzling beams of pale blue energy streaking out in all directions from its peak. He saw fields of corn withering and dying, but lush plants bearing rosy red fruits rising in their place. And then he saw Hassan.

His body convulsed. He cried out in wild, desperate pleasure as sweat poured off of him, rendering his fur matted and slick. His cock was rock hard now as his toes curled and flexed violently, and he wailed in lust, crying out the cobra's name with fevered joy as the snake continued to fuck him. In his feverish, semi-conscious dream state he saw himself and Hassan sitting upon two thrones of equal opulence. He saw his hand reaching out from a set of golden trimmed robes between the two chairs, and a crowd of assembled nobles cheering and singing their praises as they held one another's hands so tightly.

"Yes..."

Salem moaned under his breath as he watched himself and the man he loved ruling over their Kingdom. A life spent conducting the court and its servants as justly and truthfully as any mortal man could, kept on that path by the love of the man beside him. Days spent metering out justice and advice and generosity wherever possible, and nights spent wrapped up together. Embracing. Kissing. Writhing and crying out in pure, unabashed ecstasy for the whole castle and court, the whole kingdom, the whole world to hear.

"I love you, Hassan!"

He screamed to his beloved partner as the snake's thick cock began to unload hot cum deep into him and across the base of his tail, a pleasure-stricken hissing filling his mind and making his already fevered, sweaty, saturated body boil with renewed fire and ecstasy. And then he was just screaming himself. Howling, sobbing, out of his mind as his own cum lashed out across the flexing, trembling coils of his furless bedfellow.

The pleasure didn't cease though, not when all good sense said that it should have. The fever, the burning venom inside him kept it alive. Stopped it from shutting off. He screamed louder. Louder. He let the castle's corridor's echo with his maddened cries as he kept on cumming within the safety of the cobra's embrace till his balls were empty and even then long, long after. He couldn't stop. He couldn't control it. Like the envenomed fever itself the pleasure burned through him mercilessly, and it did not stop until it had run its course. And all the while, holding the thrashing, writhing, wailing skunk tightly yet tenderly in his powerful form, Hassan lay with him. Whispering. Stroking the skunk's sweat-drenched brow. Serving his King as best he could, with pride, with devotion, and with true, uncompromising love.

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When Salem awoke, the bed upon which he lay was damp with his sweat and the scent of sex. He, however, was not quite so pungent. He gasped as morning sunlight bathed his form through open curtains across the Eastern balcony, and shuddered as a cool, wet, rose-scented cloth pressed itself to his brow, continuing the rosewater bath that from the feel of things had already coated and cleansed most of his body.

Pulling himself to his elbows where he lay, raising his head, Salem smiled at Hassan as the cobra ceased bathing the King, peering at him with respect, with loyalty, and of course with the love that they could only ever share in private chambers such as this.

"Did you see anything?"

His voice was soft and slippery, his forked tongue flicking out and tasting the air in the wake of his question as though hoping to sample the answer that way before he heard it spoken aloud. Salem thought for a moment, shuddering as he recalled much of what he had felt and thought in that fevered haze, before nodding and beaming at the cobra. He pulled himself to his knees, slightly unsteady and still a little light-headed, and flung his arms around the anthro upper body of his companion.

"The signs were right. The corn crop this year will fail due to the weather. But, we can avert disaster by rotation. Turn the corn fields to tomatoes. Ration what flour we have in preparation for a poor crop, and tell the people that this coming harvest season our plates will not be bare, but instead hold the same vibrant colours of the setting sun, and with it the promise of many more years of prosperity to come."

The skunk drew back slightly, smiling from ear to ear as he saw Hassan's eyes widen with relief and acknowledgement. He kissed the cobra upon the lips, once briefly, then again, deeper and far, far longer when the other man knew what to expect. His hands roamed across the smooth scaled chest of his lover, and his eyes drifted over the snake's shoulder to the rising sun streaming in through the windows of the palace. They lingered there for just a moment though before returning to meet Hassan's own. They stared deep into one another, and in those few moments spoke volumes.

They both knew that soon the King would be expected to rise. To exit his private chambers and reveal what his prophetic visions had shown him this time. To ascend to the throne for the commencement of his daily duties, and greet his wife the Queen, assuring her that his supposedly agonised screams of the prior night had not resulted in any permanent harm, a fear she expressed each time he was called upon to use his gift.

"My trusted advisor..."

The King's voice trembled slightly as he reached down and grasped at not one but both of the shafts of Hassan's member, erect once more, just like he himself was. Hassan smirked, though a little sorrowfully.

"The gateway through which I can see the whole universe. You complete me in a way no skunk ever could. No woman ever could. No other creature in the entirety of creation."

The cobra was far larger than the skunk, but allowed himself to be pushed backwards, lying flat down upon the bed as the royal male straddled his smooth scaled form.

"Even without your venom coursing through me, letting me see the beyond... I burn for you. I see, I dream of worlds beyond this one. Where we don't have to hide. Don't have to pretend. I know soon we will have to emerge. To face the reality in which we live each and every waking hour. But... please, first, let's dream a little longer."

He wrapped a single hand around his own member and one shaft of the cobra's cock at once, stroking gently up and down, pleasuring both of them in unison. Their eyes met. Their bodies shook. They moaned softly together, careful not to let the guards just beyond this chamber's doors here, now that they didn't have the skunk's prophetic fevers to conceal his orgasmic cries.

"Burn with me, Hassan. Let the fever of our love claim us both. Let us share in the truth... our truth, o-one more time. And let me prove to you why no matter what the court or the kingdom believes... I see the truth. I'm yours, a-and you... Hassan, you are my King."

By Jeeves

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