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"Can I ride one of the horses outside?"

"No," the two men rang in unison, and the young prince's last hope jumped out of the window.

Prolly was his name, and he was the heir of this grand kingdom he called his home. A small pale orc, skin gray like stone and a tall tower of light blue hair, he wasn't known for having the image of royalty. But don't be fooled, he certainly had the silver tongue and the charisma of a prince, which he loved using for his own personal fun. Which was precisely what got him in this situation.

With feline curiosity, he looked to each side of the carriage, where his twin uncles sat and kept him in place with their massive bodies. To his left, Gol'ugg, the captain of the royal guard, his emerald green skin shining brightly through a thick layer of sunshine-colored fuzz, gave him a wide grin, showing off his tusks. The man was enormous, brimming with muscle and a chest that many maidens in this and any other kingdom would kill for. Those pecs were indeed massive, each one easily bigger than the prince's head, and he knew for a fact, fuller than a mother's breasts. And wearing only a loincloth and shoulder pads was the man's not-so-subtle way of showing off said marvelous body. If you got it, flaunt it, he said, and he certainly did.

To his right, however, was his polar opposite. Gol'agg was as tall as his brother, and while he was still exquisitely defined under the long, flowing purple robes covering his entire body, he was nowhere near his twin's musculature. The red-headed orc was, after all, a mage of the highest level, the head of their kingdom's magic academy, and the most studious their family had ever seen. That, however, led him to spending days indoors, leaving his skin a duller color than his brother's, and his life a mystery to even his closest family members.

That was more or less all the young prince knew of his beloved uncles. As familial as their bond was, he had never interacted too much with either of them, at least not beyond the regular training sessions he shared with both. After all, he had always been too busy with... other pressing matters to put too much time on his family.

"Stop that," and the words were followed by a staff bonking him on the head. His feline half reacted with an angry hiss, but when he looked at the orc to his right, his stern gaze made him cower back. "I can tell you're thinking something lewd, it's all over your face. Behave like a proper prince."

"Y-Yes, sir..." was all he could say in response. But the other orc seemed to have a different opinion, as he shifted around to look at his brother, without realizing how much the motion pushed the younger royal between the two gigantic thighs he was between.

"Come on, 'agg! Let the boy have some fun in his head!" the blonde orc demanded with a knowing grin and a wink at his nephew. "It's the least we can do for him, right? You know, after the whole business last month."

"That was his just desserts," the mage's firm tone left little room for argument, and even his brother was taken aback by it. "We have rules for a reason, and those rules have to be upheld and followed. Things like skipping your duties for the sake of personal endeavors, especially the kind he was indulging in, are unbecoming of royalty. He had to learn, and he still needs a few lessons, in my honest opinion."

"Come on, man. The boy's tired," despite the harsh words, Gol'ugg kept arguing his twin. "I think he can have some fantasies while traveling after all the hard work he's put lately."

"While I do admit that his latest efforts are commendable, he's still treading on thin ice. You have always been lenient with his escapades, Gol'ugg, but I have no intention of allowing any chance to soil our family's name."

And once again, the two brothers started yet another argument around him. First, he heard something about harsh words, boundaries being crossed, followed by more mumbled whispers. One loud, angering voice, the other remaining soft and somewhat distant. He was no longer hearing what they said. He was instead sinking in his memories, in the events that led to this situation.

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It had been two weeks since his first punishment, and Prolly was exhausted beyond belief. After a surprisingly creative torture from his father, the young prince had learnt his lesson. The once royal Casanova, known through the districts of the capital as an erotic beast with insatiable hunger, had turned a new leaf. The several men around the kingdom he kept at his beck and call for a night or two of fun were suddenly left hanging, with almost no explanation of why their favorite partner no longer wanted anything to do with them. He had grown; realized that skipping his duties for a quick fuck wasn't the road to kinghood. And he was dedicated to walking the straight path from now on!

Or so was the idea, before he was found the next morning with his cock trapped between his personal butler's massive chest. Rather innocent, actually, considering his usual encounters. And admittedly, early in the morning, before any of his duties were even scheduled. Any other person and the king would've given them the benefit of the doubt, but the prince had quite the reputation behind him.

Thus, came his father's decision. One month of doubled- no, tripled tasks. All in order for him to both, catch up with what he had skipped and also drill in his body the result of his lessons. You can bet the young prince wanted to argue about it. To cry of his father's unfair treatment, claim that he had changed for good. But that was hard to do when evidence against you was all over your butler's tits. In the end, all Prolly could do was agree with the new punishment and engage in every activity that his family deemed necessary.

There's no need, of course, to bore the reader with days spent on an office reading decrees, signing new laws, or reviewing the budgets of the multiple organizations in the kingdom, both big and small. The few times he was allowed to leave the castle, it was often for small, meager errands, such as bringing special treasures to the palace or temples; often heavy ones, and often on his own. Even the most interesting tasks, such as training new knights or aiding in the academy's experiments were taken over by his brothers. He was left with nothing but four walls around him and little sleep, papers in and out. More than once he was forced to read the same documents multiple times, and he wondered if his father was giving him a harder time than usual just to teach him a lesson. Not like he wasn't justified.

And two weeks later, this trip came as a blessing. An order given by the king himself that he wasn't thinking about refuting in the least. The chance to breathe in some real air after-

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"Prolly!" his uncle's booming voice pulled him back to reality. Back to being flattened by a pair of monstrously thick thighs in this horribly small carriage. Back to a blonde orc looking out the window in frustration. And a ginger orc rubbing his temples. "You didn't hear a word I just said, did you?"

"In my defense, it's hard to hear with so much meat covering my ears."

"Right..." Gol'agg sighed. "Well then, let me ask you again: Why are we going to this village today?"

"Isn't it a diplomatic visit?" was the young pale orc's first answer, but that did little to ease his uncle's stern expression. If anything, his frown only got deeper. Prolly recognized those eyes and realized his uncle was expecting a bit more depth. With some difficulty, he squirmed his way out of the massive muscles, Gol'ugg thankfully scooting over just enough for his head to properly come out between them. "The royal family must pilgrim to nearby villages on a regular basis in order to check on their current state and ensure they uphold the kingdom's laws. It also allows for the villagers to see the kingdom is still functioning properly and helps keep them at ease."

"Indeed," the mage nodded his approval, but his stern look didn't change. "I'd say that your level of knowledge makes me proud, but your studies have never been a problem. You do realize we were ordered to come with you to make sure you don't skip on your duties to find someone in the village to dally with, right?"

"I'm too tired for any of that anyway," he said, still trapped between the muscular legs his orcish uncles squeezed him between. A multitude of different sensations invaded him, from the big muscles pressing against his entire body to the powerful musk that the two large men emitted. Any other time, the prince would've been unable to contain his libido. But right now, all he wanted was to lie down and let his boner flop on his belly as he fell asleep. "I'm too tired for this. Isn't Alex the one who usually does this? In a bigger carriage, at that."

"Certainly, Alexander is your father's preferred option for these visits, especially when the border patrols' training methods need to be tested. He has helped develop more than one of our smaller forces through these visits," and Gol'agg's hand fell on his nephew's head, gently patting the bush of hair in one of the orc mage's rare moments of affection. "But he's not the heir to the throne. You are, young man. It's only natural for the next king to make some of these visits himself, become acquainted with the lands you'll rule over. And your diplomacy skills could use some work. As for the carriage-

"We figured this one was ok," Gol'ugg interrupted his brother, and then playfully pushed his nephew back to the tight valley between their legs. "Since you don't take up too much room to begin with."

"Hey!" the prince grunted from between them, but it was drowned out by the knight's loud laughter. Even the ginger orc next to him pushed back a couple chuckles at his expense, which only made Prolly's cheeks burn hotter. "You guys- Argh! Why are we even going like this? Why not just teleport to the village or something."

"Imagine if an assassin could simply poof into existence anywhere in our kingdom," Gol'agg started. "We would be unable to ensure our people's security like that. Therefore, severe laws have been put over the use of magic within our borders, and the appropriate measures have been taken to keep them in place. Teleporting is basically impossible in any way in the kingdom, even inside the royal palace," but just as he said that, the mage went silent. He seemed lost in thought for a couple seconds before the rest came out of his mouth in a quieter tone. "Although, admittedly, there was a recent visit by a wizard powerful enough to bypass even the castle's security."

"Oh, he bypassed my securities, let me tell you," Gol'ugg shared with the kind of grin Prolly had only seen in his face when talking about his favorite conquests, back when he was young. And to further confirm his suspicions, the same indignation as every time drew on his twin's face.

"What are you-

"Nothing," the two men said in unison, one in anger, the other with a playful tone.

"Ok, but we're the royal family and all. Can't we put up a spell for it? It's more comfortable like that."

"Being king doesn't mean you're above the law, Prolly," his uncle said again. His eyes were the hottest he had ever seen them, but his voice became soft and soothing. "If anything, you're an example of the law, meant to ensure and inspire your people. Never forget that. And never ignore the power that humbling experiences like this one possess."

"Well, that I have to agree with," Gol'ugg admitted. Despite being twins, it was rare for the two orcs to share an opinion like this. It only gave their claim more weight. "Do you remember when Father would take us with him to these visits? He would always tell you to look up from your books and take in the sights, and then you would start wandering around, looking for every medicinal herb you could get your tusks on. You looked so cute back then."

"I do remember. This village, especially," the mage admitted with his own blush, and Prolly saw a nostalgic glint in his eyes. "It was always fascinating to discover what kind of resources were at our disposal all along. And the people... You'll see, young prince; the faces of the people that look up to you really puts things into perspective. Honestly, I'm starting to get excited just thinking about it. A bit nervous as well, perhaps."

"Well, I'm excited to spend some time with my favorite nephew here," the small pale orc was suddenly pulled up by his blonde uncle, and before he knew it, he was resting on top of his lap. His head pressed against the bare chest for a moment and he went stiff from the sensation. They were truly like pillows, easily the softest pair he had ever felt, and he could lose himself between them all day long. But Gol'ugg's hand gently pulled his chin up and he stared the little prince in the eye. "I'm sure there's a lot we could do during some quality time. Especially after all the work you've been put through; you could use... some relaxing, right?"

Prolly blushed again, his short fur standing on end at his uncle's insinuations. He was truly lost between those majestic pecs and that charming smile, tusks practically begging for a kiss. But his uncle being smacked on the head by a staff immediately made the illusion vanish.

"Seriously," Gol'agg sighed. "There'll be time to spend together relaxing, I'm sure. And you two can do as you please with it. But keep your priorities straight, Gol'ugg, and your loincloth tightly fastened. And I don't mean just with Prolly! Now, straighten yourself up. We've arrived."

Prolly's feline instincts shot up as soon as he heard those words, and even his uncle's thick body was put on the backseat over his curiosity. The young prince had very rarely left the mountain before, and even then, it was usually for nearby reconnaissance. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so far away from home and was excited over the prospect of new sights. So much that his best attempts at keeping it hidden were undone by how fast he jumped to the window, to look at the town they had arrived in.

To be honest, he expected something small; a tiny rural village with houses spread here and there. But what greeted him on the other side of the window was a lively town, with beautiful stone sidewalks, houses and buildings up to three stories tall and several merchants on the roads yelling over the bustling of people, trying to advertise their wares. It was nowhere near the level of intense activity from the capital he was used to, but at least in appearance it reminded him of the lower districts he used to visit when heading for certain of his more adventurous encounters.

The sun had started setting, and the once blue sky was slowly turning a pinkish orange. The buildings reacted accordingly, and several lights could be seen through the windows and doors. He saw everything, from small houses were families dwelled to the nearby bars that had men of many sizes constantly coming in and out, all of them merry over their ales. Mothers walking with their kids, holding them by the hand until they reached their homes, a couple knights patrolling around the area even; one kid in particular saluted one of the knights, who returned the gesture with playful exaggeration. It brought a smile to the young prince's face.

And most of the village were orcs. Of course, he could see his kingdom's variety; they were known for having open doors to anyone, and a few lizardmen, felines and humans were scattered among the townsfolk. But they were mostly orcs, of every color he knew them in. Green, orange, red and even a few blue ones caught his eyes. Those were rare even back in the capital; he honestly had no idea their kingdom had such a wide array of people in their borders.

"It's because of the location," the young prince looked back at his uncle. The older mage returned his gaze with the slightly pompous air of someone who wants to show off their knowledge, and his feline nephew rested back on the knight's massive pecs, staring in curiosity. "As you may have noticed, the nearby area doesn't have too much vegetation. It's also somewhat dry. Since orcs are built for this kind of arid location, they can live as comfortably here as anywhere else. Granted, there are other species here, but that's bound to happen as a town gets bigger. It's still mostly orcs, but the more you help develop places like this, the more varied inhabitants you'll attract."

"And that means more eye candy for you, boy!" Gol'ugg finished with a hearty laughter, pushing Prolly's head deep between his pecs and bouncing them around it. The young prince was in paradise for a while.

"I'm trying to impart a lesson here, and you have to ruin it with your obscenely large tits," the mage yelled. What surprised Prolly the most, however, was listening the word 'tits' come out of his uncle's mouth. "We're about to meet with the village's chief. Please, try not making a fool out of yourself."

"I make no promises," the knight said with another laugh, unhanding his nephew just as the carriage stopped.

A grunt was all that left Gol'agg's mouth as he stepped out, and the young prince instantly followed him. As glorious as his uncle's pecs were, it was more tempting to finally be able to stretch his legs after a long day of travel. And to take the chance to breath in more of this clean air. Outside, he could get a clearer view of the building, and the voices around him were louder as well. The town was as alive as the capital, and the young prince felt at ease.

"Prolly, come over here for a moment," following his uncle's instructions, Prolly walked to the mage. Next to him, a group of orcs as varied as what he had seen so far stood with welcoming smiles, and more than one pair of admiring eyes. "This is the chief, Oga'lam, and her counselors. Chief, the throne prince, as we announced on our letter."

"Your Majesty, you honor us with your visit," the woman said in a slightly coarse voice. She was tall, with broad shoulders and arms with a few scars that showed her experience in battle. Her black hair fell in braids down to her waist, and the light green of her skin seemed to glow with the evening sun. Prolly looked at her and the first thing that came to mind was how, with such an almost ethereal, imposing appearance, she couldn't be anything but the village's chief. And such a powerful figure suddenly kneeled in front of him. "We will spare no effort in making your stay as enjoyable as possible," and as she did, every other man and woman with her followed suit. In the middle of the street, at that, where the eyes of several townsfolks had gathered.

"T-Thank you! Um... Please stand up..." the little prince whispered. Praise like this was common when you were a royal, but it still felt awkward to receive it from people he was seeing for the first time in his life. "I appreciate the gesture, but please, don't push yourself over my presence. I wish to see your people carrying on normally."

"Absolutely, Your Majesty," the chief and her followers stood up right away, and Prolly was instead offered a hand. A second of hesitation, but the young prince firmly shook it, getting a quick squeeze on the shoulder from his uncle.

"Hey, what's going on? You left me hanging," Gol'ugg's voice came from behind them as he approached their group. Prolly didn't need to look back to know what kind of expression would be in his eyes: Annoyance, impatience, boredom, all mixed in one. But when he did look back, a different face greeted him; slightly wide eyes and a mildly open mouth, stopped mid-sentence. Quickly turned into a charming grin. "And if my instincts are right, you must be the new chief, Oga'lam, correct? I'm Prince Gol'ugg, leader of the royal guard and, should you permit it, a future close friend to you, my fair lady."

"Your Majesty, I see your reputation precedes you," was all the chief had to say to the orc's advances, with a playful smile of her own. A much more positive reaction than Gol'agg had behind them. "I'll be curt with you, sir. While I do find you attractive at first glance, I won't share a bed with anyone until they prove they're stronger than me in combat. It's a matter of principle that I hope you'll respect."

"Certainly! And in that case," the knight's legs spread, and he stood in front of the chief, crouching until he was ready to leap at her, "I hope you'll respect my challenge."

A couple chuckles were the only response he received, more from the orcs behind Oga'lam than the chief herself. But she still held up a wide grin as she took her own battle position.

Once again, we'll spare you the details of such a one-sided beatdown. There's no need to know, after all, what kind of fight would make the young prince wince and hiss in empathy so much, or the ginger orc sigh in frustration. All you need to know is that the fight ended with Gol'ugg thrown back towards his family, sliding off the stone road with a dumbfounded expression and a blackening eye.

"...I think I'm in love," he said.

"It's been five minutes," Gol'agg mumbled, already walking over to the woman while Prolly used what little strength his petit body had to help his much larger uncle stand up. An apology came out of the mage's lips, no doubt, but the chief waved his worries away.

"Hey, Prolly," Gol'ugg's words were slightly slurred, but he quickly got back up on his own and looked at his young nephew with renewed spirit. "I'll make that chief your aunt. You'll see. God, what a woman!"

"Please, stop talking," the veins on Gol'agg's forehead were slowly becoming more and more noticeable. "Prolly, come here. The chief and her counselors will give us a tour on our way to our villa. Make sure you pay attention, young man."

"We have a villa here?" was the prince's first inquiry as they started walking.

"Indeed. It's usually unoccupied until your brother, Prince Alexander, comes for these visits. You'll be staying in it while you remain in town," Oga'lam explained. "It's quite quaint; nothing like the palace you're used to, I'm sure. I hope it'll be up to your standards."

"Nonsense. If it's anything like I remember it, it'll be more than enough. Thank you for your efforts, chief," Gol'agg replied, and a hint of guilt washed over Prolly. He was the one supposed to reply to the chief, after all. But the way his uncle carried himself was preferable to his own shaky voice. As solitary as he was, the mage had a way with diplomatic situations second only to the king himself. And even then, Prolly's father had shared more than one story about how his brother was the one doing most of the talk during these visits and meetings.

The young pale orc's worries started to vanish, but in his relaxed state, it became easier to just let his uncle do the talking. The chief's words became somewhat distant, and while he registered them, his mind was elsewhere. He was still amazed by the town around him, by its perfect balance of calm and business. As much as he loved the capital, he still had those times when the constant bustling was too much. A smaller place like this was a nice change of pace.

And of course, Prolly being Prolly, his eyes found themselves constantly drawn towards the larger men around town. Orcs were, after all, a naturally big species. Warriors by breed rather than choice. And these streets had more than their fair share: An older red orc, for example, setting away his wares for the day, the muscles on his shirtless back showing every time he picked a crate up. Or that green one coming out of the nearby tavern, his face flustered from the drinks, casually flirting that cute cat girl that walked by them; followed by flirting another orc, who seemed eager to take his offer.

Lots of choices, indeed. Even as his guilt hit him and made him look forward, trying to focus on the chief's words, he instead found himself eyeing the tall orcs that made up her council. Most of them, as expected, were muscular warriors, just like her, and their bodies were visible even under the long robes they wore. Prolly stared at one particular ass, more pronounced than the rest, and wondered how much it would take to convince its owner to sit on his face. But when he looked up, the blue orc it belonged to was looking back at him with a curious look. The young prince blushed and tried to look away, but a quick smile and a wink from the other man eased him. It wouldn't take too much convincing, it seemed.

A tap on the back of his leg almost made him trip, and he looked up ready to start a fight over it; you couldn't just distract him from his arousal and expect to get off easy, after all. But he came face to face with Gol'agg's imposing figure, standing tall like an angered demon lord, and he understood he was better off not lusting.

"And here we are," Oga'lam's voice got the prince's attention again and he looked up. They had arrived at a new house, much bigger than the rest in town and built somewhat differently. It was detached from the rest of town, with only a few similar houses spread over. "I hope you'll find your accommodations comfortable, Your Majesty. Anything you need, feel free to come to me for it."

"Oh, um..." Prolly looked back, hoping his uncle would take over and keep him from saying something wrong. But Gol'agg simply gave him the same stern expression as always, expectant. The small prince was alone. But before the panic could settle in, he coughed to clear his thoughts and let his several classes do the talking in his stead. "Thank you very much, chief Oga'lam. I'm sure the villa will be comfortable, and as I can see, our carriage was brought over while we walked through town. To be completely honest, I'm tired from the trip. Not having to go get my luggage inside is one less worry, and I appreciate it," he mentioned with a sincere chuckle, getting a similar reaction from the tall woman. "I'm sure we'll have a lot of things to discuss through our stay here, and I look forward to meeting with you again, but if you would excuse us..."

"Absolutely, Your Majesty. Have a good night," and with a quick bow that was replicated by the counselors behind her, the group of orcs left, heading back to town.

Prolly sighed, slouching from the exhaustion. Getting a few rubs from the blonde orc next to him. For all his advances and his sexual hunger, Gol'ugg's smile was always the surefire way to recharge.

"Everything ok, little guy?"

"I'm just tired," the prince admitted. His uncle held him close and actually picked him up, face glued to the marvelous chest and a relaxed smile appearing on the feline orc's face. "Man, who would think diplomacy took so much energy?"

"It's certainly not the easiest task. I do a lot of cardio to keep up with it," the mage's words confused his nephew for a moment, who tried to picture the orc jogging. Prolly knew that under the concealing robes, his uncle was a mountain of muscle, like most men of their species. But his pride and joy was the monstrous ass behind him. Each cheek at least as large as each of his twin's pecs, and both of them just as tempting. Picturing it jiggling from the effort was enough to get the little orc excited, even in his tiredness.

"Oh?" Gol'ugg whispered. He held his nephew tighter to him just enough for his boner to press against his abs, and Prolly knew right away his thoughts were no longer private. But with the same jovial attitude as always, the knight led his thoughts elsewhere. "But he did good, didn't he 'agg?"

"Certainly," the mage said on his way inside. "Diplomacy isn't only about making deals with other representatives, it's in every interaction you have with them. Keeping a conversation educated while also ascertaining your position is a difficult task. You want them to feel comfortable enough to share their issues with you, but you also need them to remember you're in a superior position. It's a narrow window, between being too polite and too arrogant."

"You just find a lesson in everything, don't you, brother?"

"It's one of the things that sets us apart," he admitted. "Prolly, I'll finish this lesson with one last statement. Talking is an art; one that you've already dominated, clearly. It's the key tool for your diplomatic relationships. Now, I won't say that you can't indulge yourself from time to time, but I hope you remember that you have this skill for the improvement of our kingdom first, and to get your rocks off second."

"Yeah, I know," his words slid out of his mouth in a drag, just like his body did as it landed on the floor. Another quick stretch and he opened his eyes to the bright golden lights of the villa. When had they entered?

The villa itself was surprisingly spacious. A wide living room, fully furnished with several couches, clearly meant to house the massive size his family was known for, all of them looking towards a beautiful fireplace. A small kitchen a couple steps away, complete with a basket of treats, no doubt left by the council as a welcoming gift. And finally, a set of stairs going to a second floor, no doubt where the bedrooms awaited to be filled in. Prolly's eyes landed on it right away.

"Uncles, to be honest, I'm beat. You don't mind if I just head to my room and go to sleep, do you?" and just in time to emphasize his words, a long yawn escaped as he stretched again.

"Haha! Such a cat. You remind me of your mother, once she started loosening up around us. You remember, 'agg?" Gol'ugg's words were joined by hearty laughter, but they stopped just as suddenly. "Wait, you mean... You won't sleep with me? After all the days I've spent without milking my tits? I've been saving it up just for you, little man. Don't you want some of it?" and he squeezed his pecs together to show off what he meant, grunting as a single drop escaped his nipples.

"Like I keep telling you, you can do that in your free time!" the mage was starting to get angry again, and his twin's loud laughter wasn't helping matters. "You go to bed. It's a busy day tomorrow, so make sure you get enough rest."

"Yeah, good night," was all the young prince could reply on his way up the stairs, just as the second yawn started. He heard his uncles' banter for a while longer, muffled through the wooden boards, but the words became unintelligible. Before falling on his bed and passing out, the last thing he remembered was the familiar whack of a mage staff against orc skull.

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"Wake up, sunshine!"

The boisterous voice that indeed woke him up rang in his ears for the exact second he groaned and squirmed around in his bed. A second that ended when he was picked up from the safe haven of white sheets and pushed against a pair of delectably soft, familiar pillows. That, and he was also assaulted by a powerful musk as his face was pushed right between them, gently tickled by the bush of sunshine hair covering them.

"Uncle 'ugg," he said, his words muffled by the mounds of muscle he was trapped between. Part of him wanted to return to bed, while another wanted to reach up and squeeze those glorious pecs like there was no tomorrow. He could swear he was hearing the milk jiggle and slosh around in them. Perhaps he could just fall asleep on them.

"Wake up, boy! Today's the day!" the older orc had no intention of letting his nephew go back to his dreams, filled with tits and asses like you have never seen before. The young prince couldn't even reminisce properly, his body being shaken by the rough hands he was in until he was forced awake. His uncle's wide grin greeted him, tusks almost looking bigger in it. For a moment, he was sure there would even be a good morning kiss, and he wouldn't be against the idea, but Gol'ugg only kept talking. "You slept good, didn't you? Hope you did! Because today we're training, my boy!"

"Training?" the prince groaned again. "I thought this was a diplomatic trip? You know, easy stuff like talking, eating and improving our relationships."

"You were hoping to get close and personal with that blue orc in the council to improve our relationships, weren't you?" the prince blushed again and looked away, getting another laugh out of his uncle. "It's ok, kid! You go for him, I'll go for that lady chief. Hell, forget the sex, I would love to just train with her!"

"But I thought..." Prolly started, but cut his own words short when he saw the intense fire in his uncle's eyes. "Wow, okay. By the way, what happened with your black eye?"

"The what?" the fire vanished and Gol'ugg was confused for a second. "Oh, that! Your uncle fixed it up. I wanted to keep it, actually. It's not every day that you meet a gorgeous woman who can kick your ass. But he was all 'A royal can't just waltz around with such a crude wound; especially one from such a ridiculous spat' and he fixed it up."

"That was a literally perfect imitation of uncle 'agg's voice," a very amazed young prince let out, only to be pushed against the glorious pecs again. His uncle's actions were playful, carrying a sincere affection, but Prolly couldn't help feeling bullied into having an erection.

"Say, you think the chief will like these bad boys?" he asked, pecs bouncing around his nephew's head. "I mean, most guys sure as hell love them. Letting them get lost between these huge tits and suck them dry, that's how I get most of my hook-ups. But a lady like Oga'lam? No, she needs some proper courting to go along with these. And I guess most chicks don't like pec milk? I mean, I've never been with one that does, but if I ever found one, damn! That'd be some fun! Did you say something?"

He was indeed trying to say something, but between his growing arousal and the powerful musk and pressure assaulting him, the younger orc had a hard time thinking. Let alone speaking. Against every instinct in his body, he pulled out of his uncle's majestic chest, falling flat on the floor. Fresh air suddenly surrounded him, and he took heavy breaths to fill his lungs with it, while his eyes stuck to the enormous chest still in front of him. Getting a faceful of man first thing in the morning wasn't anything new to him, and it was appreciated, but even a chest connoisseur like him was still surprised by the sheer volume his uncle's body presented. Those glorious tits would never stop amazing him.

And it was thanks to that hungry stare that he noticed the drops of milk running down the pronounced curve of his chest, falling from his nipples. The sight alone was tempting, and it seemed as if they shook harder with every breath the orc took. It made hazy memories from the previous night appear on the prince's head.

"Holy shit, they're huge," Prolly couldn't hide his amazement. "Is it true what you said last night? That you've been holding back for me?"

"Hmm? Well, who knows?" playing coy out of nowhere, Gol'ugg crossed his arms in front of his chest. The motion squeezed the massive pecs together, and a few extra drops of milk pushed their way out. The young prince was convinced it was on purpose. "Anyway, I'm serious now. Get ready; we're going to the training grounds in ten."

"I still don't understand why we have to train during a diploma-

"You really weren't paying attention, were you?" the old knight looked back at him with a wicked grin and the feline orc had no idea what he spoke about, no matter how hard he racked his brain. A quick chuckle was all he got out of him. "When your dad briefed you, before coming here. We're here to check on the border patrol's training, kid. I mean, yeah, there's diplomacy involved and all, but that's the main gig. And we have to actually train with them to make sure their training is going smoothly."

"Yeah, right. I remember," his hurried words came out as he tried to squeeze himself into a clean pair of pants. But as the drowsiness vanished, he remembered the king's words clearly, followed by the many words of admiration from the rest of the town. "Hold on, didn't you guys mention the border patrols train with Alexander's methods?"

"That's right! And yes, it's just like you're thinking!" the blonde orc smiled brightly at his nephew, unable to tell- or perhaps very aware -of how his enthusiasm made the young man's blood freeze in his veins. "But you're our strong crown prince! You're more than capable of keeping up with Alex's work out routines. I mean, what's one hour of uphill jogging every morning, right?"

"That's the training...?"

"That's the warm up's warm up!" Gol'ugg kept saying with an excited, almost maniacal grin plastered on his face. Prolly started trembling so much, part of him thought he was in the middle of an earthquake. Even his uncle's laughter couldn't bring him back. "I'm messing with you, boy. I mean, they do jog uphill every morning, that shit's insane. But we won't be doing any of that; just checking on their swordsmanship, running some drills and making sure their training doesn't have to be updated."

And without waiting for an answer, Gol'ugg walked through the door. By the time Prolly crossed it as well, the taller orc was already making his way down the stairs, and the young prince was quick to follow. The lower floor of the villa was empty, save for them. But before he could get a proper look at his surroundings, he was handed one of the knight's legendary sandwiches, crammed with enough meat to feed a family.

"We don't wanna be late, so eat that on the way," the blonde orc said from the front door. "Come on, boy. Let's go."

"I'm not a dog," the annoyed prince said, once again hearing his uncle's laughter as he took the first bite on his way out.

A bright, cloudless sky greeted them as they left the house. Prolly's first reaction was to cover his eyes from the sunshine, letting them adjust to the light. A soft hiss left his mouth as the heat reached his skin, but it turned into a soft purr almost right away. And it finished as a pleased sigh when his uncle's large shadow covered him from the glare.

"Now that I think of it," he started walking, "pale orcs are really averse to sunlight. Like, it does something to their skin if they don't take proper care. But cats love sunbathing. When you look at it that way, you have a weird mix, don't you think?" another quick grin and a hand petting the prince's tall hairdo were the perfect finisher for his statement.

"Mhmm, sure," he replied through the mouthful of breakfast. "By the way, where's uncle 'agg?"

"Oh, he said he would go around town for a while, check on some things on his own before taking you out tomorrow," the blonde orc's words were distracted, his expression growing distant. As if he was less than interested on speaking about his twin. "He said something about some ruins, I think...? I wasn't really paying attention, I was excited! I get a day alone with my little boy!" and he held Prolly in a tight hug that almost made him drop his meal. "I don't know if I'll ever have my own kids, but until then, all my love goes to you!"

"Uncle," the prince tried to break free, not so much because they had reached town and everyone could see he gigantic beast of muscle practically strangling his young nephew- actually, that was part of it, yes. But it was mainly because the young prince was having a hard time breathing in such a strong hold.

"Man, I had forgotten how nice this town was," Prolly's efforts went ignored as the knight's focus went to the houses, to the several men and women that recognized their rulers and greeted them with small bows. And as if he realized something, he let go of the prince and cleared his throat. "Anyway, I guess I should be the one telling you about your diplomacy now that your uncle isn't here for the day. Like, um..."

"Uncle," Prolly started, stopping as he tried to regain his breath. He had done so too many times already, and the day had barely started. "Don't take it wrong, but you don't strike me as the most diplomatic figure."

"Oh, I'm not!" he admitted. "Talking isn't my forte. Unless it's trash talk... or flirting, I guess. My point is, try not to piss anyone off, ok?" but the frown forming on his forehead showed he wasn't convinced by his own words. "Ok, dad used to say it like this, um... You want your soldiers to be at ease, but they need to remember their own position- Or wait, was it your uncle who said that? Fuck, I think he was."

"Basically," Prolly's interjection seemed to be a blessing for his bigger uncle, "I shouldn't make them feel angry or intimidated by my presence, but I should demand their respect."

"Something like that, I guess?" and Gol'ugg's eyes started wandering off, landing on the nearby pubs, on the early orcs working on the streets, moving heavy equipment to build new homes. For the first time in his life, Prolly saw his uncle uncertain. "Look, I'm not good at this stuff, ok? That's why your dad and uncle usually take care of these. Sure, I can talk casually and flirt my way into things, kinda like you. But when it comes to this etiquette and shit, I'm a lost cause. I mean, I'm conscious enough to know I shouldn't carry you around town like a bag of potatoes, but talking with big people and all that- That confuses me, you know?

"I guess I'm more of a battlefield kind of guy? Your grandfather, that man had a temper! He got into quite a few squabbles back in his day, and I shone in those! The kingdom was big, but damn, I helped expand it a bit more. And then your dad comes along, and don't get me wrong, he's doing wonders! This kind of lasting peace is something most kings before him could only dream of. It's definitely something 'agg and I couldn't have achieved in his position. And I love this quiet; I love not having to spend days in a row fighting. But you know, I've always been more soldier than prince, so I guess I feel kind of..."

He trailed off. Prolly kept quiet through it all, surprised with every word that came out of his uncle's mouth and strangely attracted to them. He wanted to hear more and was about to poke the man about it. But the legendary smile had vanished from Gol'ugg's face, and in its place rested a somber expression that the prince thought more in line with his mage uncle. A shiver crawled up his spine, lasting less than a second, but prompting him to staying quiet.

"Ah, here we are!" the muscular orc's smile appeared on his tusks again, just a bit strained, as he gestured forward. Prolly looked up and saw the training grounds, so similar to those back on the palace, they felt familiar. And just as he thought so, his uncle went ahead of him, making him jog to not get left behind.

The small field they were on housed several orcs of varied sizes, builds and colors. And they were all focused on their own spars, blades hitting one another in a mix pf perfect synchrony and wild power. At first, Prolly's eyes landed on their bulging, sweaty muscles, but the more he stared at their practiced movements, the more his own inner knight started getting interested. He was taken by the powerful muscles simply because of how they moved, how each strike went down with strength the likes he barely ever saw before, and how they all met with the same power.

"Impressive, huh?" Gol'ugg whispered, and his nephew could only nod in response. "Alex is a lot of things, but let no one say he's bad at training. A couple days here and he whipped them all into shape. Most kingdoms would kill for armies as strong as our border patrol, you know?"

"Yeah, Alex is pretty amazing," the young prince said, his voice going low towards the last word. His uncle's hand ruffling his hair got him to look up, and he got a quick wink from the larger orc. He couldn't help but smiling at that.

"Ah, Your Majesties!" the two orcs looked up at the new voice. A tall red orc, wearing nothing but a loincloth and armbands, approached them. A quick bow and he let his hand rest on the pommel of a sword hanging from his hip, giving the prince a clear view of his defined muscles. "I'm glad to have you here. I must admit, I was surprised to hear the crown prince would be joining us. We were already used to Prince Alexander's methods. But rest assured, sir, we're here to learn and listen to whatever you feel we should work on."

"Uh... Of course, thanks!" Gol'ugg answered from him, and he realized what he meant before. Those were simple, weak words, completely unlike anything he had heard from the knight. "I think... Um..."

"The pleasure's all ours" the prince interjected again, and this time all eyes landed on him. He jumped into the conversation without thinking, without a plan on where his words would go to next, but it all came out in a blur, almost without his control. "I assume you're the captain, in which case, I hope our methods will serve you as well. To be completely honest, I don't expect them to be as effective as my brother's, but I hope that a different approach will help your growth. My uncle hasn't given me all the details, but I'm sure he has planned something good."

"Great!" the captain's grin beamed at the young prince. "Just let me know when you're ready and I'll gather everyone up."

"Right now would be fine, thanks," Gol'ugg's words were immediately received and the red orc left long enough to make sure his forces walked over to them. It gave him enough room to lean down and whisper at his nephew. "Damn, kid, what was that? Didn't know you had it in you!"

"Me neither! I was just improvising!" the pale orc said with a hint of panic. "You do have something planned, right?"

"I got a couple tricks under my sleeve, don't worry about it. It's army talk from here on out; no more stuttering," and he winked before straightening up. Just in time, as the orc soldiers lined up in front of them, followed by a quick bow. "At ease, soldiers!" the knight's voice became firm, booming, and he walked over to the other men. "At first glance, your efforts show great result. Your bodies are certainly sturdy, and what I saw of your skills leaves little to be desired. However, there's always room for improvement! You have strength, and strength is something you should never forego. But there's more to an army than just physical strength.

"Now! Years of experience have shown me that you can usually read a squad's strength based on its strongest member. Naturally, I would assume that is your captain, but this trip has been one surprise after another when it comes to strength. So, whoever is the strongest among you, step forward!"

Prolly's eyes immediately landed on the captain. His uncle did have a point: Strength and leadership tended to go hand in hand. It wasn't out of the question to expect this man to be the best of his own forces. But the red orc remained still, with only his expression breaking to reveal a quick smirk. The prince had no idea what that was about until a different movement on the corner of his eye made him turn around, and his eyes widened in shock.

The man that stepped forward was a massive orc, skin a bright, almost glowing green, easily twice the size of all other present. He had been so focused on the captain's exposed body, he missed this behemoth. And he was too ashamed to admit, even to himself, that it wasn't the first time such a thing happened. But now, his eyes were completely taken by this newcomer, wearing literally nothing but a loincloth too short to hide the underside of his balls, and with a gargantuan body full of thick muscles, practically throbbing with power. The solid gut, the stacked pecs and the broad shoulders- All of it screamed brute force like no man he had ever seen before.

"Yeah..." Gol'ugg reacted, sizing up the giant man in front of him. "It was kinda obvious."

Everyone, the giant orc included, burst in wild laughter at the knight's assessment. Even the young prince did, in a more nervous voice, trying to hide his blush. After all, who else was so distracted by a guy's body to notice the one that was twice his size?

"Ok, I just gotta ask. How come you're not the captain?"

"If I may answer that, sir," the captain himself stepped up as well. "While this big guy here is definitely the strongest on our unit- the strongest in all the village, next to the chief, actually -he's not fit for a leadership position. I mean, he's not a brute, but he's not the brightest either."

"Hey!" the giant boomed with a deep voice above the new outburst from all his fellow soldiers, to which he could only smirk. "Yeah, laugh while you can. You'll get what it's coming during next week's sparring sessions!"

"Now, now, big guy. You'll have your spar. And here I have, the best opponent you could dream of!" and with a flourish, the blonde orc gestured towards the distracted pale prince next to him.

"...What?"

"I need to watch their best guy going at it to see what he's failing at. His weakness is everyone's weakness, which we gotta cover up. And I need to watch from the bench to get a good idea of what's going on," his explanation went on, only causing the laughter among the soldiers to turn into curious mumbles. "And honestly, I trust no one more than my dear nephew to take care of it. You'll do great! You're one hell of a fight; I know that for a fact."

"H-Hold on! You didn't tell me-

But Prolly's complaints were drowned by the heavy hand landing on his shoulder, pushing him towards the field until he landed on the giant orc's leg. Carefully, the soldier held the pale orc, pulling him off and letting him softly on the ground in front of him, sword already in hand. Of course, calling it a sword is an understatement: The monstrous blade he held was around Prolly's size, making his own personal sword look like a toy in comparison.

But the prince didn't care for any of that. He cared over how fast everything was unfolding literally out of nowhere. As he stared at his uncle on the distance, the rest of the soldiers had already sat down to see the fight about to start, and some of them were even running bets in the back.

"Eyes up front, kid!" Gol'ugg's words caught him by surprise yet again. His tone was harsher than usual, and his expression, during the single second Prolly dared look away from his opponent, was stern and powerful. Terrifying, even. The kind of face he would expect on his other uncle, when angered enough.

"Your Majesty," the giant's booming voice pulled the young prince back into reality. When he looked up, the behemoth of an orc held his massive blade in front of him, his legs shifted and bent in position. His muscles were visibly tense, ready to take the first strike. "Whenever you're ready, sir."

It was odd seeing such a mass of muscle acting so courteously, even if he was referring to a royal. The kingdom really had a bit of everything. But Prolly pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he took his own stance, following his opponent's example. His legs shook for a second, still taken back by the other man's imposing size. But as if he could feel Gol'ugg's fierce gaze piercing his body, the pale prince willed them to stop.

There was no call and no starting sign. Yet, the two men lunged at one another at the same time, their blades connecting. Their size soon proved a disadvantage, as the young prince was forced back several feet. The few seconds it took for him to regain his footing were more than enough for the orc to cover the distance, and the giant blade came crashing down on him. It was only thanks to his feline instincts that the prince leaped to the side before the attack landed, and the giant lash left on the ground made him grateful for it.

The orc didn't waste time, however. His movements were slow and predictable, but there wasn't a single one wasted. As soon as he realized his attack failed, his blade headed for Prolly in a narrow arc, and the young prince raised his own weapon out of habit; an average knight and he would've been able to meet with their strike, leaving them in a struggle between clashing swords. But this man had so much strength on his favor, Prolly couldn't even put up a fight before being thrown on the ground, crashing and rolling across the stage.

He lied down, trying his best to stand up despite the soreness his muscles used to scream at him to give up. For a second, his eyes happened upon the direction of the stands, where the knights and soldiers stared at the field in silence and awe. But the young prince ignored them; his eyes were on the older orc next to them, his massive chest heaving with every breath and his face buried in one hand, moving to the sides in disapproval. A sigh left Prolly as he finally managed to stand up, his entire body hurting from the landing, but he still took a stance. A bit of a crash was nothing like the one time he offered to train with Alexander. And as if recognizing his stubborn strength, the large orc rushed over back at him.

The massive sword came crashing down at the prince, but this time he met it head on. With the ground as leverage, it was far easier to parry the attack, leaving the two in a stalemate as their weapons collided. One hand on the hilt, the other on the back of the blade, Prolly held the massive blade inches above his head. He caught the mumbles and whistles from the crowd, slowly turning into cheers for their young prince, and a surge of pride invaded him. More than anything, he was proving to his uncles that he had the strength to fight off this beast, that he could live up to what the older orc expected of him. He was put in the battlefield by his uncle, and he was damn sure going to make the man proud.

But just as he thought as much, the force above him pulled back. As his opponent's blade turned weaker, Prolly couldn't hold himself back in time, and his own strength pushed against the weapon over his head without warning. For one second, he lost his footing from the surprise; and that one second was all the giant orc needed to land a kick against the young prince. Calling it such, of course, was a stretch; his leg alone was almost as thick as the pale orc's entire self. Rather than a limb, it felt like he was hit by a massive log, and he was shot back onto the ground. The cheering ended just as suddenly as it had started, and all the young prince could do was let out a sigh in defeat.

"Uh... Should I keep going, Your Majesty?" the booming voice said, with a hint of worry. But Prolly knew it wasn't him who his opponent was addressing.

"Prolly!" his uncle's voice rang in his ears. Rather than worry, it was loaded with the same anger he saw in his eyes before. "Pay attention, men! No enemy will ever be better than you in every single aspect of combat, which is why trying to outmatch them in their field of advantage is a fool's errand! Always aim to make use of what advantage you have against them! Now, the young prince will stand up and demonstrate! Prolly! Up!"

"Use my advantages?" the feline orc repeated as he slowly stood up. Certainly, trying to beat this monster in a battle of strength was useless. The man wasn't only powerful, but effective in using that power. "Oh!" a spark ignited in his mind, and the young prince took his stance again, taunting his opponent.

Once again, the two orcs lunged for one another in what seemed like a repeat of their first moves. And just as then, Prolly was pushed back into the ground. This time, however, he never let the much larger man out of his sight, and when the second strike came, he jumped to the side much more elegantly than the first time. But he was far from done; step by step, the young prince rounded the giant, who could barely follow him with his impressive bulk. Before long, he was behind him, face to face with a broad, defined back and a pair of large, firm buttocks that he tried his best not to be distracted by.

Stepping on the massive calve, Prolly jumped as high as his strong legs allowed him. Once again, he had his feline genes to thank for the power that got him as far up as the orc's head, where he landed a blunt strike with the hilt of his sword. Before he landed back, his opponent had taken a knee to the ground from the sudden shock, while Prolly raised his blade back. With a furious war cry, the giant orc stood and turned, guiding his weapon in the prince's direction; all he did was step to the side, watching the gargantuan sword right in front of his eye as it cleaved into the ground.

A single pull failed to retrieve the orc's weapon, and he panicked for an instant when he realized he was now defenseless. Prolly took that instant and rushed up the flat side of the cleaved weapon, quickly reaching his opponent and, with the same strength as seconds before, landing a powerful kick straight on his bare stomach.

The air pushed out of the orc as his entire body took off the ground, a mere inch up yet still floating midair from the sheer force behind the attack. Every single cheer that Prolly had been tuning out suddenly stopped as his companions stared in awe how the small prince managed to push a man four time his size with apparent ease. And after that painfully long second, the gargantuan orc crashed on the ground with enough weight to lift a dust cloud over him. By the time it lifted and he could properly see again, he was no longer trying to move, as the sharp tip of the feline's weapon pressed against his neck.

"My win," he said, and the orc nodded in agreement, careful to avoid the sword's edge. As the prince sheathed his sword, he heard the screams and whistles of the other soldiers, waving at him over his victory. All of them with eyes wide open, talking amongst themselves, no doubt about the surprise comeback he managed to pull off. All of them save for Gol'ugg, who simply smiled with eyes closed, nodding. It made Prolly's blood boil with a mix of pride and embarrassment that made a deep red blush settle in his cheeks.

"Very good. I knew you had it in you, kid," he heard Gol'ugg say as he and his opponent walked over to the stands. A gigantic hand landed softly on his back and he looked up at the monster orc as he smiled down at him with a wide grin that showed off his massive tusks. Prolly wanted to say something in return, congratulate him for his skills, flirt him over his incredible body, ask him out for a chance to 'get to know one another', but his uncle's words soon took everyone's attention back. "Alright then, quiet, everyone! Quiet!

"Now... As you could plainly see, the result of this battle seemed obvious at first, when the prince tried to best his opponent through brute force alone. Any soldier out there could tell at a first glance there was no chance for that to happen, and the prince would've lost had he not recovered and rerouted his strategy. By taking advantage of his enemy's larger body and slower movements, he managed to take better ground and win the fight. This is an important lesson for all of you: Your training so far is good, and you all show a lot of skill already. But no one is perfect. Each one of you is lacking in something, and that's something you must become aware of. In the case of a fight, you must always strive to keep the field of play one where you have the advantage. If you're weaker but faster than the enemy then, just like the prince demonstrated, you should aim for the back, keep your distance when possible and avoid attacks rather than meeting them head on. Commander!"

"Yes, sir!" the red orc from before stood front, standing firm in front of Gol'ugg. The old prince let a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"At ease, soldier," he chuckled. "You should be aware of where your knights are lacking, and where each of them is strong. I want you to pair them off in opposites for a few sparring sessions. I want you to try your best and keep the fight in your favor, and I want you to switch partners after each bout to keep you from just growing used to one another. I want you to know how to keep the fight in your favor, to know how to adapt to different types of enemies with their own styles to fight. But most of all, I want you to know where each one of you, individually, is weak, so you know what partners to rely on if the time comes for it. Now, on with it!"

The knights all saluted the blonde orc at once and took towards the training grounds, the commander already talking with them, pointing and pairing them off as he saw fit. The two princes were left alone to watch as their forces started their own sparring sessions, and Prolly took the chance to walk over to his uncle.

"What was that about you not knowing how to talk, mister?" he teased the orc, and for the first time he could ever remember, Gol'ugg looked away while trying to hide a blush. "You had them eating from the palm of your hand all the way!"

"I told you, it's different when it's military talk," and despite how much he wanted to argue his uncle about it, Gol'ugg stopped the little prince before he could say anything. "I know you think I could try and feel it the same way anywhere else, but it's not that easy. I don't know, I just feel more at ease surrounded by big, hulking, sweaty guys. And no, it's not just because I'm super gay! I mean it, these guys feel a lot closer to what I am than anyone else. I don't know, it sort of feels like there's an unspoken understanding, and that's something I don't have with regular folks. That's why I want that hunky chief lady! She feels the same!"

"Oh... You're shier than I thought, uncle," was Prolly's first reaction, and it got him a face full of pec and a good set of noogies from the much larger orc.

"Why don't you try and say that to my face again, you little rascal?" it was evident that even with the strength that managed to net him the win, the smaller prince had no chance of getting out of his uncle's hold on his own. And yet, Gol'ugg gracefully let him go, watching the pale orc fall back on the bench, breathless. "Was it musky in there?"

"Y-Yeah," Prolly blushed again, but his uncle's heartful laughter eased whatever worry he had.

"Alright, come on. We gotta get a few fights in as well. Can't have you going rusty on me, can I?" he offered his nephew a hand, which was immediately taken, and the two made their way towards the grounds, weapons in hand and Gol'ugg already screaming for a partner to match against.

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Somewhere in the prairie, somewhere away from the village, at a distance from the few small forests scarcely spread around, a single mage rested on top of a hill, in front of rock formations that seemed to be natural and manmade at the same time.

"Now, where was it..." Gol'agg whispered to no one in particular. The tall orc had left his home early in the morning, waking up with the sunrise before his twin and nephew left. Hardly a surprise from Prolly, considering how tired he seemed, but to think Gol'ugg would sleep in as well. "I'm pretty sure it was around here."

He wasn't concerned with such trifle matters, though. His mind was taken by far more important tasks. Far more interesting ones, as well. Muscular arms left the confines of his robes and trailed the rocks in front of him, looking for that small indentation hidden somewhere in his brain, in the memories of his youth. But no matter how many spikes or walls he checked, the mysterious image in his head seemed to be just that. A figment of his imagination. But it was so vivid, it had to be real, no matter how difficult it was to-

"It's here. Down here, see?"

The mage's head shot up, and his grip on the staff tightened for a second. Up in the hill, lying on top of a large rock, was a young human, an otherwise unassuming figure holding a book in his hands. He wore elegant black clothes that seemed out of that world, covered by a long, flowing coat several sizes too big for his petit body. And resting on his head was a pointed hat, just as ridiculously oversized, to the point that the hem hid every inch of his face, save for that strange smile on his lips.

"Mad Circus..." the mage said, his back loosening. But the sharpness in his eyes remained. The wizard in front of him was a powerful one, enough that he could even feel the air distorting around him, and he remained alert. It was already rare for someone as powerful as him to hide his presence against Gol'agg, but it was plain strange that now, even as he saw him with his eyes, he seemed to still have no presence at all. "Forgive me if I'm being rude to an occasional ally, but what brings you here?"

"I'm here on a whim," he said in his usually whimsical tone, slamming his book close and sitting back up. "Researching things, here and there. Let's say I've grown interested in your kingdom. Interested enough to go around, looking for the pieces of the puzzle."

"So, you're not here, say, in behalf of other employers to attack us?"

"Your Majesty! I would never inflict any harm on a kingdom full of delectably beautiful men such as yours! I'm offended!" and his mockingly playful tone turned more sinister. "I wouldn't go so far as to call me an ally, though. But as a fellow practitioner, magic bonds us! The thirst for knowledge!" and with a snap, the vines covering the rock beneath him wilted, breaking apart and revealing a strange relief carved into it. "This is the entrance you were looking for, correct?"

But before he even started talking, Gol'agg had already rushed towards the stone. His fingers trailed the strange runes in front of him, eyes widened in shock and intrigue. His breathing slowly eased, almost becoming an imperceptible blow. And then, the runes started glowing under his touch, one by one. A soft blue light that seemed to make the stone rumble. And just as it did, the mage pulled back. And the light disappeared.

"Aren't you opening it?" he looked up, following the tempting sound of that voice, and came face to face with the wizard. Mad Circus' eyes, those pools of darkness, shone with the light of the setting sun, and he leaned forward. His entire body moved in one fluid motion, like a slithering viper, as his lips approached the orc's. "Then what will you do with these ruins?"

"Unlike my brother," Gol'agg stepped back, leaving the dark wizard midair, arms flailing wildly to try and keep his balance, "you don't interest me in that way," and just as he finished saying as much, Mad Circus fell face first on the ground.

"Mrrrmrr," his muffled words only served to raise a curious eyebrow from the ginger orc, until he turned around, lying face-up on the ground and staring both, at the sky and his fellow mage. "What a waste. You have a great ass," and he sat back up, eyes aimed towards the carved stone. "You're bringing him here, aren't you? His Majesty, the crown prince."

"That was my intention, yes," the mage sighed. "I won't bother trying to pry out of you how you could tell. But if, as a fellow practitioner, you could quench my curiosity, what is it to you whether I bring the prince here?"

"You just said it yourself, curiosity," and one of the wizard's hands rested on the rock. The runes glowed again, this time a much darker blue, slowly turning into a deep black. "I could go in by myself right now, but it sounds so much more interesting to wait and see how His Majesty reacts."

"Mad Circus. I'll admit I admire you as one of the most powerful mystics known to the world. Hence why your words concern me," as he talked, Gol'agg's grip on his staff tightened once again. "Speaking in behalf of my kingdom, and my family, I must make sure you won't put my nephew in harm's way."

"Of course not," and like the mage before, Mad Circus' hand abandoned the rock. The glow receded one more time, and the wizard stared at his palm with a soft grin. "I'm simply interested on his growth, you know? Lasting peace like this is unheard of. So, I wish to keep an eye on what kind of king His Majesty will become. For my own interests."

"Still-

"You have my word," he interrupted, with the hand he had stared at on top of his heart, "I won't put your nephew in danger. I pride myself on being neutral, after all. It's far more interesting."

"Good," the orc sighed again. Dealing with these deviants was always exhausting. "In that case, I'll be taking my leave, I bid you farewell."

"What, already? Don't I even get a kiss goodbye?" the wizard whimpered, but by the time he turned around, the ginger orc was already on his way down the hill, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Mad Circus lied back on the ground, staring at the tall man leaving him, a wide grin drawn in his features. "What an intriguing specimen. And damn, that ass."

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As the sun started setting, the training grounds were left in complete silence, save for the heavy breathing and panting of countless soldiers after a long day of effort. Only one orc stood over them all, and even he did it only for the showmanship; his muscular body leaned on his Warhammer, the only thing keeping him from joining the others on the ground.

"Alright..." Gol'ugg started, getting the attention of the few knights that still had enough strength to look up. The orcish prince's skin glistened with sweat under the afternoon sun, and had he been in a different disposition, one more dignified than his exhausted self, he would've really shone like the royal he is. "I'll admit Alex's training is working. You folks had a lot more stamina than I expected. Me? I'm busted. Go back home and I'll check some other things tomorrow. Dismissed."

With tired but firm salutes, the soldiers took their prince's words and stood up. The silent air was suddenly filled with countless grunts and the drag of armor and weaponry on the ground. The soldiers reached for one another, giving out slaps on the back, complicit smiles and whispers of a drink or two started flying around. Prolly heard it all, his own small body trapped between the legs of many as they went past him, giving him gentle bows and grins that he would've been happy to return if he had the energy. The giant orc winked at him as he walked past, getting the smaller man's attention, and as he stared at the magnificent mountain that was his back, Prolly saw one of his hands reach for the plump buttocks, faking a scratch to spread it and show the young heir the edge of a tight hole buried deep between. He had to bite his lower lip to keep his own little whimper from escaping, but it was meaningless when it was pushed out by a large hand slapping him on the back.

"Is that an invitation I see?" Gol'ugg said in the most playfully lewd tone he had, getting his nephew to blush in response. "Leave it to the silver-tongued prince to get guys interested without even trying! But then again, I guess he just really likes how you can handle yourself with a polearm."

"Ok, enough!" and a fist landed on the older man's stomach with a bit more strength than the young prince's body suggested. But despite the air pushing out of his lungs, Gol'ugg's laughter refused to go down. "O-Of course I get guys interested! It's because I'm hot!"

"Well, I have to agree with you on that," and with those words, his uncle made him blush yet again. The same hand that slapped the words out of him before ruffled his tall hairdo and got him to look up. "But if you'd rather skip on that fine piece of ass to spend some time with your dear uncle, I promise to make it worth your while. There's a spa nearby that I visit every time I come here, I'm sure you'll love it."

"A spa?" the pale orc's eyes flared with interest as the word danced around in his head, and the tiredness in his body seemed to somehow vanish and become heavier all at once. "I could really use some relaxation time," and no sooner he said as much, the larger blonde slapped him in the back again, hand already guiding him away from the training grounds.

It was a short walk, with merely two or three other buildings in the way, and once there, Prolly recognized a few soldiers going in. It made sense to open a spa so close to tired men needing it after a day's work, but then he realized that the inside would probably be full of large, hulking, sweaty men wearing close to nothing. The young prince both yearned and dreaded the moment he would be surrounded by so much hot muscle, picturing the commander greeting them in nothing but a skimpy towel covering his crotch while his exquisitely defined physique glistened with sweat. Somewhere inside there could be enough room for that giant beast of an orc to stand and fully display his monstrously massive self, tempting him into jumping in and licking, smelling and humping every inch of delicious muscle he came across.

Such indecent thoughts coursed the young prince's mind as they made their way inside, his blush and tent slowly becoming more obvious, forcing him to try and hide them as he walked next to his uncle who, thankfully, remained ignorant of his state. As they approached the front desk, where a young human woman sat to greet customers, Prolly took the chance to try and focus on anything other than his own arousing ideas, but seeing how many orcs were indeed walking around in nothing but towels, exposing their muscular chests without a care in the world, it became harder and harder.

"Yes, we would like a private booth, please," Gol'ugg said, followed by the receptionist's agreement, which Prolly couldn't hear as he whipped back towards his uncle.

"Private!?" he almost yelled without realizing, catching the blonde by surprise. As if realizing where he was and what he was doing, Prolly stepped back and took a quick breath. "I... I mean, why private? Why don't we jump in with everyone else?"

"Oh, is that what you want?" Gol'ugg's smile didn't waver one bit, but there was a hint in his words. "I mean, I was hoping to spend some time with my favorite nephew, but if you want us to hang out with everyone else-

"No!" truth be told, the prince did want to go in with everyone else, but how could he say no to his uncle's efforts like that. "No, I was just surprised they even have private booths. It's fine, I want to spend some time with you too, uncle."

Gol'ugg didn't say anything, but his smile widened from his nephew's words. A few more words were exchanged between him and the receptionist, but once again the prince didn't pay any attention to them; he was busy staring at the passing men, silently hoping one of them would come without a towel. But before such a dream could come true, his uncle's hand once again led his way, going further inside and yet farther from the communal area where no doubt many naked men stood.

They reached a small stall, with a few shelves to the side and a door that he figured led to a sauna. Private, it seemed, was synonym with small; there was barely enough room for perhaps two men of regular size, meaning that even with his shorter self, they could barely fit thanks to Gol'ugg's enormous physique. Having already witnessed an orc far larger than his uncle, it was easy to forget for a moment just how big the older prince truly was. But trapped with him in such a small space, he could properly appreciate the sheer volume of his uncle's back, the broad shoulders that were slowly exposed the more layers of leather armor he removed, and the promise of his wide front.

Just thinking about those massive tits jiggling right in front of him was enough to make Prolly go hard. He swallowed, hoping it wasn't audible enough for the old knight to tell, and turned around in the hopes of hiding his erection. Willing it to go down while taking off his clothes, neatly folding them, leaving everything on the shelf save for the pair of underwear, all to keep his mind distracted in the hopes that it would be enough to make his arousal go down, and keep whatever small bulge was left covered and away from the blonde's prying eyes.

But, unbeknownst to him, his luck was drying out. The moment he turned around, he was face to face with Gol'ugg as he stretched, his enormous pecs straining under the movement, squeezing against one another until a small drop of milk threatened to pour out of each nipple. But Prolly's eyes, against all odds, were instead focused forward, where he found himself at eye level with a naked crotch and the massive pole of flesh jutting out from it, hanging limp between a pair of monumental legs. Again, he swallowed, unable to tear his eyes apart from his uncle's length until-

"See anything you like?" Gol'ugg greeted him and Prolly immediately turned away, as if unconvincingly trying to say he wasn't staring. Whether it was out of more tease or consideration for his nephew, all the old knight did was laugh it off. "Well, we going in or what?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm coming right in," the prince said, following his uncle towards the other side of the door. There was no reason for him to be so aroused around Gol'ugg; after all, it was far from the first naked man he had seen, and while he certainly had quite a lot of volume, he wasn't the biggest one either. So, what was it about this particular time that made him so much more susceptible? We may never know, but it simply was.

The inside of the booth was somehow even smaller than the stall before. A small square with a wooden bench lining up all three walls, while the steam filled the prince's field of vision. He did the math in his head and figured it was the appropriate size for two, maybe three people to come in and spend a private moment inside; he even wondered what kind of private things went on in these booths on a regular basis. But of course, that was accounting for regular people. The moment they were both down, it became even more evident just how much his uncle's size was far from average.

While Prolly sat comfortably on one side, his feet only barely above the ground, Gol'ugg had a hard time just stepping inside; between the sheer width of his chest and arms, turning around to sit on the side across from the smaller orc proved to be a challenge. Even once he managed to get down, he continued to shift somewhat, trying to find that right position, his chest taking up a good chunk of the room between him and the young prince. Prolly almost wished the booth was even smaller so he would be squeezed between those glorious tits, but the second he felt the stir in his underwear, he tried his best to stop those thoughts while letting his hands above his lap in a vain attempt to hide his arousal. Thank god the blonde orc was still too busy trying to accommodate to what little room they had.

"Good lord, I figured they would've gotten these a bit bigger by now," he mumbled, still struggling for a few more seconds before finally pushing out with a sigh. "My own fault, I guess. I never learn to go for something bigger. Kinda like the snug feeling, you know? Makes me feel big!"

"You need help to feel big?" Prolly joked, getting a chuckle out of his uncle.

"You got me there, kid. God, I needed this," he sighed, leaning back as much as his body would allow, rubbing his shoulders and stretching them. "I'm getting too old to deal with these youngsters, and I swear, they get stronger each generation! Anytime now I'll be old news."

"You say that, but I heard some of the soldiers talking about how hard you were to spar with today," the prince's words seemed to get his uncle's attention, and he detected a glint of pride in his eyes, an arrogance that needed to be stroked. "Some of them even said they were scared you might kill them by accident! Can you even measure your own strength?"

"Most of the time," he said, and the smugness had moved to his words. In a similar fashion, his shoulders stopped, and his hands moved from them, roaming the vastness of his pecs and giving a quick, nice squeeze to each. "You don't get these bad boys being weak, you know?"

But honestly, Prolly was starting to tune out his uncle's words, too focused on the sight in front of him. Whether he was aware of it or not, Gol'ugg was kneading his pecs the exact same way you would in bed: Slowly, sinking your fingers in the flesh, aiming for the nipples and giving them a nice tug before going back to that rough handling. They were the exact same steps the young prince used with his own partners, right before they started-

"Hn..." a quick groan, only audible enough for Prolly to tell the moan behind it, escaped his uncle's mouth. The pale orc was suddenly a bright red and he looked down, desperate to avoid any action that would make his bulge more noticeable. But his eyes only ended on the blonde orc's dick, surrounded by a bush of sunshine-colored pubes, slowly stirring to life as his actions continued. The embarrassment made Prolly look back up just as a drop of milk started coming out of the massive nipples, rolling down the wide curve of Gol'ugg's pec, painting a white trail of moisture that he wanted to reach and lick clean so bad. "Sorry. Got a little bit excited. I told you, it's been a while since I milked them."

"Uncle 'ugg..." he wanted to say something- anything -that would make the older orc feel as embarrassed as he was, just so he would stop exciting him so much. But he knew Gol'ugg wasn't one to feel shame. And as his hands rested on his lap to hide the tent on his underwear, he wondered if he really wanted the blonde to stop.

"What do we have here?" he heard his uncle's voice, and before he could even think of an answer, a thick set of fingers reached for his wrist. His touch was gentle, tender, yet strong enough to pull his hands up and keep them from moving. And once again, the young pale orc swallowed, face burning red, as his bulge was exposed for his uncle to see. "So you do like what you're seeing!"

"I refuse to say anything else!" the prince stated, looking away with as deep a frown as he could muster. Eyes closed, trying to fight off the temptation to open them. But with one of his senses blocked, the others seemed to pick up immediately. The scent alone, the powerful musk as sweat and milk dripped down the curve of Gol'ugg's massive tits, drove him nuts; he could tell it came from the cleft, where a motherload of the essence was safely lodged, waiting for him to dive in for the take.

He could hear his uncle's breathing and his active imagination formed the image of his chest heaving up and down with the sound, expanding and contracting continuously, yet never being anything other than enormous. And he almost felt the heat being pushed with each intake of air, making him sweat almost as profusely as the pecs he vehemently refused to see. He could practically taste them in the air already, and his throbbing meat only made it more evident.

When he finally lost against the temptation, his eyes opened back up. Said temptation peaked as he was presented with an incredible pair of pecs mere inches away from his face, covering his entire field of vision. Nothing but thick, green meat in front of him, and it was enough to make the tip of his erection poke out of his underwear. As if that wasn't enough, their sight amplified everything else; the smell, the heat, the breathing- everything somehow became more real the second he found himself in front of those gigantic tits, practically presented to him to do as he pleased. And he thought about it, fighting his instincts, telling himself it wasn't the time, nor the place.

"Well, what is it, kid? Cold feet all of a sudden?" Gol'ugg's voice was different. There was still that arrogant tone, but there was something else, something that made him sound smoother, softer, like a seductive whisper. Perhaps that was exactly it. Prolly thought as much, and just as he did, the massive tits started jiggling and bouncing, slowly, one at a time, moving to the rhythm of unheard music mere inches away from his eyes. And his mouth. Between the smell and the sight, it was alluring, hypnotic... "Come on. Your father isn't here. Neither is your uncle 'agg. It's just you, me and these babies. You can relax and do whatever you want with them."

"You're... being more forward than usual," was all the aroused prince could muster.

"Am I?" he didn't need to look up to know how wide his uncle's grin was. "I'm just trying to help my beloved nephew relax. I told you, didn't I? You can do whatever you want with them. It's all up to you," and he didn't say anything else. He just stood there, hands slowly letting go of Prolly's wrists, leaning forward on the wall, chest close to his nephew's head. Prolly noticed their breathings synchronizing, his own modest chest moving in unison with the mounds of muscle in front of him. The sweat covering them, the milk that still poured in tiny trickles, promising of the fountain waiting deep inside them; it was all delectably tempting, yet that voice in the back of the prince's head kept telling him to reconsider. And in the end, that seemed to have an effect, as Gol'ugg made to sit back down. "Sorry. I just-

"No, wait!" he had no idea what happened. The young prince had no control over his words or actions for that fraction of a second. Instead, he just uttered whatever came to mind, and his hand reached forward on its own, touching that majestic tit, trailing the curve upwards until he landed on the leaking nipple, barely touching it yet making his uncle whimper again. It made his cock throb again. "Really sensitive, huh?"

"You have no idea," Gol'ugg answered with just a bit of a tremble. "I meant it. Go to town on them if you want. Do whatever you feel like it. It'll stay between us; your uncle doesn't have to know."

Prolly didn't say anything. He just stared at the massive pecs for a while, playing with the doorknob nipple, giving it playful squeezes that made the enormous orc above him shake in excitement. Another gulp of milk dribbled out of him, and the prince felt the temptation rising inside him once again. And yet, he kept fighting it; not out of a voice in his head, but because he figured something that good should be saved for last. Instead, his hands dove between the enormous pecs and spread them apart, feeling that overpowering musk hit him right on the face. His nostrils filled in a matter of seconds, and as if attracted by magnetic force, his face ended up between them, right in the middle of his uncle's chest.

One deep whiff and the small man was in paradise. The sweaty, earthy essence, masculine to the extreme, made him tremble in delight. He pulled out simply because he wanted to enjoy it all the way back in, from the top. Tongue pushed out and he trailed that pronounced curve again, always kissing and nibbling on his way. His hands roamed the impressive expanse of flesh presented to them, squeezing and pulling anything they came across, pinching the nipples whenever they happened to find them again. And Gol'ugg above him, that powerful mass of muscle, that sheer picture of dominance and strength, turned into a moaning mess from his actions, biting his lower lip to keep from making even more noise.

Prolly couldn't begin to describe how thrilled he was, how much excitement he was feeling. The blood in his veins boiled with arousal, telling him to push deeper, to bite harder and pull more into his mouth. To suck those gargantuan tits dry! But just as he was starting to really get into it, to reach for the nipples and tug harder to get the milk out of them, they started drifting away. The young orc leaned forward, desperate to keep them on his face, but a large hand on his head kept him in place, and the older knight's laughter filled the small booth.

"God! It's that easy to get to you, isn't it? You really are a slutty prince, just like your old uncle!" Gol'ugg said with mirthful laughter, just as he sat back on his side of the sauna, staring at his nephew. But even his usual joyfulness couldn't hide the fact that his breathing was rushed, his chest was sweating more, and his manhood stood proudly, fully erect and ready for more. "Your old man got it all wrong. With all the experience you've gathered, you could get us connections all across the continent with sex alone."

"Uncle!" Prolly's blush only made the blonde orc laugh again. A loud, deep rumble, lovely just from how real it was. It was contagious, and soon, the smaller prince joined in. "I actually wouldn't mind, as long as the other kings are hot!"

"Oh, lots of them are! Trust me!" a quick chuckle was all that he let out afterwards, before the two men fell on a comfortable silence. No words were uttered, yet they exchanged so much through their eyes alone, and the smiles still plastered on their faces. And yet, Gol'ugg felt the need to break their silence. "I really just want you to relax, kid. Your dad has a point, skipping lessons to fuck isn't how an heir should behave. But all work and no play isn't good either; you need to get off sometimes. Figuratively and literally! And you'll need that a lot. Being a king isn't an easy job. That's why, as a member of the royal guard, and as your uncle, it's my duty to ensure you have proper ways to let go of any stress."

"I still don't get what you were talking about, you're incredibly good at bullshitting your way into things," and that was enough to get both of them to laugh again. After they fell into silence, it was Prolly who broke it this time. "It's been a while, actually. I wouldn't mind getting off."

"Do you trust me? And I mean for real, do you trust your big old uncle 'ugg to take control and help you out? And I mean I want you to sit down and be still like a good boy," and for a second, Prolly doubted, simply because it would mean not getting the chance to reach for those giant pecs and handle them around however he pleased. All it took, however, was a look at his uncle's grin to be convinced that everything would turn out just fine. And so, a single nod in agreement.

Gol'ugg wasted no time in cutting the distance between them again. His hands, large and restless, landed on the smaller man's legs; but despite their appearance, his touch was gentle and slow. Prolly sighed from it, hardly surprised by his uncle's tenderness, embracing the feeling with closed eyes. The tight underwear that so far had been the only thing keeping his erection hidden started coming off, pulled down by the knight's strong fingers, until he felt it jump out, lightly smacking Gol'ugg's index and making the young prince purse his lips in embarrassment.

Those strong fingers didn't mind in the least. They reached, their touch never anything but sweet and careful, and the prince's modest rod was safely held between them. His uncle stroked him, thumb pressing the underside and pushing the first drop of pre out of him. His underwear fell from his ankles and on the floor, and the older orc seemed to take it as his cue to engulf the entire length in his hand, fingers poking and rubbing the sensitive head, making Prolly tremble in agonizing bliss. His back arched forward and his body heated until his breathing rushed; between the steam and his uncle's attentions, he started feeling this feverish need to hump and breed. His arousal peaked as the older prince made him get harder than ever, his member throbbing in his grasp.

"Goodness, you really are excited, kid. Not like I'm any better," the same kind of arousal, hidden behind his uncle's whispers, made Prolly's eyes open. And he saw the massive length jutting out of Gol'ugg's crotch, having grown bigger and thicker, slowly stroked by his free hand. He held it so tightly, it was evident he was holding back from furiously jacking off right there, but it still didn't stop the flow of pre from pouring out and pooling underneath him. He realized his eyes were glued to that enormous dick when his uncle stood up, and he found himself once again at eye level with it. It tempted him to lean forward, tongue out, and give it a good lick, a kiss for a greeting. But instead, Gol'ugg was the one to lean and crouch, until their legs were pressed together, and their erect cocks were pushed against one another.

"Wow..." was all the young prince could say at first. The massive legs that were now framing his own petit body were enough to drive any man crazy, and he was fully aware he could easily reach around and get a handful of those muscular cheeks. But it was the length itself, the beastly rod pressing against him, that really left him speechless. He could feel it throb and pulse on top of his own, ad his breathing grew shallow in response. "It's... pretty big."

"Bigger than yours, you mean?" Gol'ugg's tease was met with the younger orc's frown, and he looked away in shame. Once again, all that got out of the knight was a heartful laugh, but this time it was followed by long, quiet thrusts that made them rub together. Prolly had to hold from moaning, feeling them getting stuck in his throat, until his uncle reached down and held both of their lengths together, squeezing them as one. His voice could no longer be contained, and it filled the small sauna in a matter of seconds, only growing louder as the knight's hands began the familiar motions. Spurts of pre came out from both of them and the young pale orc felt them mixing around them, dripping down their lengths, through every crack left open between their throbbing meats. His own was already slick thanks to the hand coating them, spreading the fluid until they were both glistening under the dim light.

"Come here," Gol'ugg's voice was soft and low, almost imperceptible. It took Prolly by surprise when the free hand grabbed one of his own, slowly guiding it somewhere. He had remained quiet, hypnotized by the two members in front of him, and hadn't been able to look at his uncle's face until now. His eyes were almost closed, hazy as if coated in steam, and his mouth was mildly agape, sighs and grunts blowing out between his tusks. His words came out in one of those sighs, so strangely low, it was sensual. "Here. I can tell you're craving it."

Prolly stared at his hand, the one held by his uncle. The size difference was impressive, and it made him feel weirdly safe. Someone this big could treat him with such care. But Gol'ugg guided his hand closer to his flesh, letting it down on his chest, close to his nipple, and something different washed over Prolly. Arousal; the arousal of knowing that someone this big wanted to be treated by him instead. That he was free to do as he pleased with this excessive amount of muscle and meat. The young prince licked his lips as his hand was left free to roam the expanse of the orc's body, and his first action was to go for the supple nipple; a nub of flesh so large and perky, it almost fit around his hand. A single squeeze and he felt the chest grow tighter, his uncle's teeth gritting and something warm sticking to his palm, dribbling out and once again leaving a white trail as it dripped down the curve of the heavy tits.

Prolly's hand practically moved on its own, almost as if magnetically attracted towards the deep crevice between the mounds of muscle. Gol'ugg's pecs had always been big enough to have their own gravity each, but together, it was undeniable. It took the young prince all of his willpower to stop there, right before his fingers would sink in, but his uncle had different plans. The tender touch got only slightly firmer, enough to keep him from pulling away as his arm was further guided inside, fingers practically sucked by the cleft of the orc's enormous chest.

The young prince bit his lower lips at the burst of sensations suddenly invading him. The hair rubbing against his naked arm tickled, and the pressure around him only drove him further down. The warmth and the jiggling were both evidence of the milk churning inside the orc's pecs, as if the small trails dripping out of his nipples weren't enough. Prolly could barely contain himself, and a weak whimper left his lips; but it was nothing compared to the deep growl that blew through his uncle's tusks, drowning out any sound the young feline could make. And it rumbled all the way down to his pecs, tingling around the small man's fingertips, pulling him even deeper despite the resistance he started putting against it.

Prolly started pulling out, his arm now coated in sweat and his restless hands groping any piece of flesh they could come across. The inside of his uncle's cleft was a dark pit of temptation that made his fingers go crazy. He couldn't defy his instincts and instead pushed back inside, faster, longer, getting another growl of approval out of the royal knight. Gol'ugg's hands had abandoned his own body, instead resting safely to the sides of his nephew's legs, as if threatening to start their own motions once he was in the right mood. Prolly could feel the tension on his uncle's body, on his fingers itching to reach and grab his length, on his chest as his fist pushed in and out, causing him to tremble in delight. With every push, the trickle of milk got thicker, hotter, until small drops started shooting out of him from the sheer pressure put on his chest.

The young prince stared at it all, at those magnificent tits coated in their own milk, bright green nipples standing up hard and perky, ready to burst. He felt every inch of flesh in his body, every cell in his being, urging him to lean forward and bite them, suck them dry until he was choking on their contents. And yet the only thing he bit was his own lower lip, a harsh sigh leaving from the base of his throat as his breathing rushed in excitement; all because he kept hearing his uncle's moans and he couldn't resist the thought of making him whine and whimper louder with desire for him.

It happened in a second. Gol'ugg stepped back, pushing the younger orc's fist away and holding him by the wrists again, pinning them to the wall. During that second, Prolly froze, and he saw his uncle's face as he breathed heavily, eyes wandering like mad and chest heaving from the effort.

"Wow..." he sighed. His mouth was dry, and he swallowed air a few times, trying to catch the words. "That... I didn't know... you were that good, kid..." his words were constantly caught between deep breaths, desperately gasping for air. Yet, he found enough strength to reach forward and leave a quick, tender kiss on his nephew's lips. "Takes a lot to get me going this bad, you know?"

The young orc prince had no chance to say anything else. Once his hands were released, Gol'ugg simply leaned down and held his modest member again, stroking it softly, pressing the underside with his thumb until the first drop of shining pre pushed out. Prolly held his moan back in his throat, claws sinking in the wooden bench as his uncle's breath hit the head. It was weirdly cool in the sauna's heat, and he could feel the proximity of the thick, wet tongue begging to wrap around his length.

The moan finally escaped when that rash appendage pressed against his member. Slowly pulling up until the drop of pre rolled down, only to be caught in it. That moan was followed by another, just as the first drop was followed by a gush of fluids pushing out of the young prince's manhood, all of it quickly swallowed by the blonde knight. Prolly felt his hand tremble as it held the base of his dick, and immediately knew his uncle was also having a hard time holding back for their experience.

Gol'ugg's tongue reached the tip of the feline orc's member, and playfully trailed the edge of his head before gulping it down. It fit perfectly between his tusks, and he suckled on it alone while his tongue continued to lap at it in his mouth, and his fingers kept pressing the base and brushing the balls. Prolly let out yet another moan, long and rich, mixing with his uncle's deep, muffled voice. His entire body grew tense, chest pushing out from the sheer intensity coursing through his body, causing his back to arch. His instincts were telling him to push more of his member into Gol'ugg's mouth, even with the tusks and tongue putting up that playful resistance. It was surprising his hips didn't have enough strength' to fight the knight's mouth, until he realized it was his hands rubbing the fuzz on his stomach that kept him at bay. In his aroused state, he could barely think and detect what went on around him, focused only on the sensations around his member.

That's how he felt it when it happened; when the squeezed base was pushed against something else by the very same hand that had been holding it. When he looked down, only after gathering enough power to even open his eyes, he saw his uncle in an upright position, with his dick resting on top of his gigantic chest, underside pressed against the deep cleft, while the tip continued to be sucked. With every breath the larger orc took, Prolly felt his manhood pressed between just enough of his tits to feel the milk churning inside them, restless and gushing out of his nipples in thick trickles, coursing down the pronounced curve and coating his uncle's abs. Every movement from the knight made them shake furiously, and the young prince's dick sank in the flesh.

"S-Shit..." all he could do was whimper from the attentions he received, his body trembling as he tried to form the words in his head. Letting them out proved just as difficult. "I'm close..."

And just as they slipped through his lips, Prolly felt his body pinned to the wall once again. The eager mouth that had been working on his member suddenly abandoned him, leaving him feeling the cold air, even in the heat of the sauna. But the sensation was soon changed by something else, something strong and tight pressing around his length, squeezing it, bobbing up and down to jerk and milk it. When the prince's eyes opened, he saw his uncle pushing him against the wall, not with his hand, but with his gigantic tits alone; his entire lower body was covered by Gol'ugg's broad chest, and his cock was engulfed by the deep valley between them.

And up and down they went, rocking and flexing around Prolly's royal rod. Between the slick of his own pre, mixed with his uncles drool and sweat, it slid down too easily, yet the sensations didn't go away in the least; if anything, the multiple layers of fluid only served to amplify them, making the feline scream in absolute excitement.

It only took a second or two before both of them felt their bodies tremble. Gol'ugg's pecs jiggled, the milk inside them boiling from the excess arousal, while his cleft was soaked in Prolly's pre. And the young prince stayed still, the only thing keeping him from humping those enormous tits being the fact that they left no room for his hips to move. And yet, it was unnecessary; the constant bobbing alone was enough to rile him up, to get his member harder, standing on attention as the first shot of a powerful load burst out, landing straight up in the deepest reaches of the knight's chest. Prolly felt his own sed rushing up his dick, blasting out and coating the hairy cleft in a musky mess, and his voice rang out in accordance.

But Gol'ugg wouldn't be left behind; the old knight bounced more, squeezed his pecs harder, all to get more of those sweet moans out of his beloved nephew. And without realizing it, he too started screaming in delight, the pressure finally releasing from his chest as the milk exploded from his nipples in powerful twin jets, crashing against the walls and flooding the bench under Prolly. It soon dripped down to the floor, soaking the kneeling knight while still bursting out from him, moan after moan, his pecs shaking as they finally had the chance to release their massive load.

Prolly fell forward, hands resting on his uncle's broad shoulders, as the last shot of his own load fell deep inside the space between the massive tits. With his orgasm finally over, his breathing rushing, he could finally see not only the results of his actions, but the still ongoing release from the knight's chest. The young prince's eyes flared back to life as he saw those dark green nipples let out their chest's contents, geysers of hot milk that landed all over the sauna, on the wall behind him. His instincts immediately told him to lean down and suck them dry, swallow his uncle's milk until he was bloated from it, but his tired flesh wouldn't allow him to do anything other than witness the show in front of his eyes. All he did was stand there, watching the milk pour out, roll down the curves and on the thick thighs, covering Gol'ugg's abs and mixing with that single trail of cum that fell right from between his pecs.

When the much bigger orc was finally done, the floor was flooded with at least one inch of white milk, already dripping under the door, no doubt draining to the other side. Prolly thought of the poor maids that would have to clean their mess, but only for a second, before his mind returned to the massive man that still held his dick in place. His heavy breaths made his prominent chest rise and fall around it, rubbing and squeezing the last drips out of the prince's sensitive meat. Without the milk, they jiggled less, yet he still couldn't tear his eyes from them.

"Kid..." Gol'ugg's voice was coarse from his breathing, tired from his effort. When he looked up, strands of golden hair had fallen over his eyes, and deep sighs blew between his tusks, yet there was a lopsided grin on his face. "I thought I trained you to have more stamina than that."

"I've been pent up! I usually can last a lot longer than this!" and with a crimson blush, the young prince realized who he was trying to make excuses at, resulting in his eyes looking any other direction, just as his ears heard the knight's hearty laughter.

"True that! It's been weeks since you had a chance to properly unwind, right?" and without warning, Gol'ugg stood up, his nephew's length slipping out of his cleft and left dripping with a mix of cum and sweat. Prolly couldn't say out loud how much he yearned for that sweet pressure again, how badly he wanted those dripping pecs presented to him, staring at the at eye level with his uncle now standing up. The knight's hands, however, seemed to know what he was going through, and they reached and squeezed the leaking nipples just to tease him some more. "No wonder we made such a mess, then. You especially, just look at that!"

No sooner he said that, the knight pulled his own chest open, exposing the deep cleft to the young prince's eyes. Right there, in the middle of his chest, was a large splash of dripping seed matting his blonde hair, strands linking the inner sides of his tits together. Even at this distance, Prolly could easily smell the powerful musk emanating from them, marveled not only at its aroma, but at how in just mere seconds the sweat and his own cum could mix into such an essence. It was strong enough that he lost control over his body, and he dove right in, face practically slamming against his flesh and already licking them clean.

"Didn't even have to say a word, huh?" Gol'ugg chuckled, letting go of his tits and trapping Prolly's head between them. A quick succession of moans left his mouth almost right away, and his body trembled noticeably around the prince. "God, you really are a cat. Come on, leave them clean, kid."

He said, yet the words escaped Prolly's ears. With so much meat around him, the young prince had no way of hearing his uncle talking. All he could perceive was the heavy rumbling around his head, the constant movement of his breathing, and the powerful, overwhelming musk and flavor, both so masculine, he couldn't get enough of it. His hands, outside of the dark trench created by the orc's chest, reached up and groped that magnificently large chest, sinking into the flesh, squeezing the nipples until small trickles of milk once again poured out. He could feel the tremble around him, and even muffled, he still managed to hear Gol'ugg's loud scream of pleasure.

And he felt something else. Something unknown, yet familiar, soaking his body, his legs and crotch getting hot and sticky from the sudden hose pressure aimed at them. He couldn't see from within the darkness of the knight's muscles, but he didn't need the confirmation; rather, he could feel it all over himself, matting his fur, dripping, thick ropes landing on his flat stomach and soaking his petit lower half. It only made him go hard again, squeeze and bite harder at the massive tits presented to him, lick deeper to get more of that masculine essence back into his body. Anything that could bring him more of those delectable moans, filtered by the pounds of flesh around his ears.

When Gol'ugg pulled back again, and the young prince was freed from the entrapment that were his tits, the first thing he did was gasp for air. As the steam from the sauna filled his lungs, his head cleared, yet he couldn't help but feel it lacking in comparison to the musk that had just been taken from him. Between the sudden light in his eyes and his arousal, his vision remained blurry for a few seconds, and he had to blink a few times to get it back on track.

The first thing he saw was his uncle, sitting back on his own side of the room, upper body exactly as he had left it before: Massively muscular, pecs heaving from the deep breathing, covered in a glimmering layer of sweat and milk that rolled down the pronounced curve and soaked his abs. It was a sight he had pictured in his nastier dreams before, yet one he barely had the chance to see in person, and he soaked it in. But it was his uncle's lower half that got his attention almost right after, his powerful thighs also covered in sweat, but right between them, the gargantuan orcish length, a bright green and surprisingly large even as it softened, coated in bits of leftover seed as a string of fresh cum hung from the tip.

Even if he knew exactly what had happened, Prolly's eyes were still painted over with a confused haze. His gaze kept going downward until it met with the floor, a short trip before seeing his own body, and fully realizing what he already knew. His legs were covered, all the way down to his toes, in a layer of thick, hot cum, straight out of his uncle's manhood. The bench around him was drenched, and he felt his body dripping with seed, and his eyes widening in shock. Only for his uncle to let out a booming laugh in response.

"Yeah, I went a bit overboard, didn't I?" he laughed again, chest shaking from the action alone. "You can't blame me, though! You don't know how long I've been saving that for you!"

"For..." Prolly's first reaction, naturally, was to blush. "For me?"

"Ah!" and just like that, Gol'ugg's laughter stopped. It was so rare to see anything stopping his usual mirth, the young prince was taken aback at first. And his bedazzlement only continued as the orc's expression shifted to a shy smile. "Yeah, you know... You've been working so hard these past few weeks, and your dad is really not letting up. I honestly thought this trip would be a great chance to help you unwind like this, so I saved up as much as I could. I just wanted to help you out, kid," and with his grin returning to his factions, he held his fist in front of the smaller prince. "You did great, though! Just what I expected from my nephew!"

Prolly couldn't help but chuckle. Still drained, he fistbumped his uncle and got another laugh out of the large man. His eyes wandered again towards his legs almost right after, watching the seed clinging to every strand of fur available. Even for an orc Gol'ugg's size, this much was an exaggeration; it made him wonder just how long the old knight had held back for his sake. Such a weird way of feeling loved.

But before he could think any further about it, he was suddenly hurled up and held a few feet above the floor, suddenly trapped under his uncle's arm. Despite his flailing, his uncle only started laughing again.

"Anyway, we should go get cleaned up, don't you think? You're dripping!" and he kept laughing, harder still, as the young prince had no choice but allow his body to be carried out the door and back into the small lockers. For a second, he dreaded the idea of going even further out, covered in cum while his uncle's member swung wildly between his legs. Especially when all other soldiers they had been training with just mere minutes ago would be there to see the show in front of them. That would either kill whatever chances he had with some of them, or get them high up, but it wasn't a bet he was willing to make.

Thankfully, Gol'ugg stepped to the side, towards a door Prolly hadn't noticed before, when he was too distracted by the orc knight's body to tell his surroundings. The moment he opened it, the young prince was hit on the face with more steam, but this one wasn't anything like the dry air in the sauna. No, this was humid and warm, the kind that entered your body as deep as your bones and scared the cold away. Once the curtain of steam disappeared, the young prince was finally able to see where that pleasant sensation was coming from.

A large bathing area, with pristine white tails on the floor leading towards a small pool of steaming thermal waters. Just the sight made the prince feel colder, his body already craving to sink in and let the heat wash his worries away. In fact, he flailed around more, trying to pry himself off his uncle's grasp just to jump on the water and enjoy himself. If only the old knight wasn't so damn strong, so slow making their way towards the pool, as if he was purposefully teasing the small orc. Knowing him, he probably was. But Prolly didn't mind once he was let on the ground, his feline instincts taking over and guiding him in a flash towards the nearest source of heat.

There was a bit of a splash, a few drops landing on the floor behind him, just as the prince finally entered the water. And just as he predicted, the heat entering his body pushed out a dreamy sigh, everything trembling from the cold making its way out. Prolly felt his entire body sting and melt for a second, and even thought he could just as well fall asleep in such a state. The cum in his legs miraculously separated from his body, quickly dissolving in the water as if by magic, but he couldn't care less. As the tension left him, so did the interest in anything other than the warmth now coursing his skin.

And it all came to a crash when a tub of water was poured on his head, followed by a laugh.

"Damn kid, you really are a cat, huh? You were even purring!" Gol'ugg said and at that very second Prolly tried to sink into the water. If there was one thing he never wanted everyone to know was the he did our, and he put a lot of effort in hiding that whenever it happened. But before he could fully hide underwater, a rough hand grabbed his tall hairdo and pulled him back up, where his ears could still hear the laughter's echo. "Hell, how does your hair stay up with this much water?"

"I don't know, it just does!" he said with a blush, but whether it was due to the heat or the shame, he wasn't entirely sure. The next thing he felt, however, those thick, large fingers rubbing and scrubbing his shoulders, relaxed him again, to the point that such worries seemed meaningless.

"Oh, the cum is washing off on its own, huh? I think someone mentioned that these baths were enchanted, or something," the knight casually mentioned, chest pressing against the back of his nephew's head, no doubt to try and rile him up again. Prolly, however, was too deep in his own relaxation to care, and instead just reached up and pulled the nipple closer, mindlessly sucking out whatever milk was left in it. "Hah! Seems like someone's thirsty, huh?"

"You drink milk after a hot bath, don't you?" he said with a bit of a slur, eyes still closed and his purring flowing out without a care. He only opened one when he heard the splash next to him, seeing his uncle joining in and the water level rise considerably as a result. Just like his legs, any bit of dirt, grime and sweat in his soaked pecs vanished, and he let out an equally dreamy sigh. Sounds like the ones he made back in the sauna, that served to wake Prolly up just enough as he remembered them. "So... You were saving up for me, then?"

"Damn right I was, kid! I told you, you deserve it!" and just as he said so, Gol'ugg pulled the smaller orc closer, head aimed at his pec so he could continue suckling on his nipple. An offer Prolly obviously took advantage off. "That feels nice... But yeah, I wanted to have some quality time away from your father, help you relax without him looming over you. You've been really stressed lately."

"It's been hard..." he said during the brief moment he split away from that tits. "But you know, I push through and come out of it stronger!"

"Hah! You're just like your old man, kid!" more laughing, and a hand nursing the back of his head. "You know, we used to visit this village a lot. 'agg always wandered away whenever we did, to do who knows what, so your dad and I were the only ones left when your grandfather felt we needed more combat training. And back then your dad was such a wimp! He couldn't put up much of a fight. He wasn't that much taller than you, actually."

"Wait, really!?" a very surprised pale orc asked, but he was gently put back on the nipple, his uncle clearly enjoying himself too much.

"He was a late bloomer. Pretty scrawny for his age, couldn't even pick up most of the bigger weapons. And I kicked the living shit out of him every sparring session; gloated about it, even! Picking on my little brother wasn't my proudest moment, looking back on it, but he always stood back up, and he was just a bit stronger every time. Really, not giving up is your dad's strong point. That's the biggest reason he managed to excel at everything and get the throne. Nowadays, I would never dare fight the guy. If it was just trading blows, sure! I'm still stronger than him. But he'd find some other way to beat me out of it. Maybe giving me that mighty dad stare!"

"Playing on your own advantages, right?" Prolly repeated those words and his uncle's grin widened right away.

"Yes, that's exactly it! I learned that from fighting your dad, actually! I know I said no man is ever the best or the strongest on every field, but your dad's definitely the closest to that," Gol'ugg leaned back, arms resting outside the edge of the pool as he looked at the ceiling. Prolly couldn't see his face, but he could see his pecs, their rising slow and calmed. "Your uncle's the same too. The man's a pacifist, but he's no slouch in a fight. On the few occasions I've convinced him of a spar, I've never been able to put a dent on him without getting singed. And he knows how to negotiate too. It was a close call between him and your dad, actually. Compared to them, I..."

The words stopped. Prolly recognized this same pattern right away but decided to wait it out a bit. Give his uncle time to think, hoping he would look down and show him the same confident grin he always put on. But the seconds turned into minutes and the old knight kept staring at the ceiling, so lost in his own world that his chest stopped rising as his breathing evened out. The young prince started to grow anxious.

"Uncle-

"Ahhhhhh! These baths really loosen you up, huh!?" Gol'ugg's words were so cheerful, it felt forced. But once again, the pale orc simply allowed his uncle to continue in silence. "I told you, kid. I'm not good at the whole prince shtick. I love what your dad has done, I really do. I'm glad there's no more fighting. But sometimes I think, what's the point of me being this ridiculously strong then? I see your brother and yeah, he's also strong, but he's got the charm and the diplomacy to go with that. He's smart, he'll make a great adviser to you one day. I'm just brute force, what good is that?"

"I mean..." the words just came out. Prolly wasn't even entirely sure if there was anything he wanted to say but seeing his uncle's lost expression was enough to make him want to speak up. Seeing his tired smile made him feel like it. "Why did we train our soldiers today, then?"

"What?" the question took Gol'ugg by surprise, if his face was anything to go by. "Just in case. We need them to keep patrol over our borders."

"Yes, exactly! Because they protect our borders!" once again, the young prince wasn't sure where he was going with any of it, but it was as if the words came out by sheer instinct. "That's the point of strength, to protect the peace we have. We don't know when something could happen, so we stay strong to keep what we care about safe. And honestly, I feel a lot safer when I'm with you.

"But you do have your charm! You make everyone around you happy, keep everyone in this family with a smile on their faces all the time, and I think that's important. You guys worked really hard to achieve this peace, and you're still working hard to maintain it, and you keep us all grounded and together so that we may enjoy it. And that's huge! So, don't say things like that. We all need you around, or our lives would be too gloomy with all this royal stuff."

Prolly's impromptu speech was over, and for a while neither of them said a single word. The two just stared at each other's eyes. For the first time since he could remember, the young prince saw his uncle without a grin on his face, his eyebrows furrowed just enough to show concern. He never thought he would live to see the day the blonde orc would make that face. But it was quickly blocked by a hand coming into his field of vision, sinking into his hair and gently rubbing his head.

"Thanks, kid. I needed that," he heard the knight say, and when he got a glance at his face, he saw a large, beaming smile on it. The same he remembered from his youth, from those times the two sparred together, and that he gave him whenever he managed to land a hit strong enough to get complimented. It was enough to make the pale orc smile as well.

Gol'ugg's arm rose again, surrounding the prince's body and pulling him closer, until his head rested on top of his massive chest again. Prolly let out yet another purr, and he couldn't help but smile more when he heard his uncle chuckle.

"Well, I'm in a great mood now! No way we can just go back home like this, the night's still young! What do you say, kid? Let's hit the taverns or something. Pretty sure there'll be a lot of cute guys for you to hit on. Damn, I probably will as well, until the chief comes around! She's got all my attention if I see her!"

"Yeah," the smaller orc laughed. "I would love that."

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"Of all irresponsible things," there he went again, whispering only loud enough for the young prince to hear him and feel bad about it.

The previous night had been a blast. After a tender, sensual moment with his beloved uncle in the baths, Prolly spent the rest of the night enjoying the sights and diversions this town had to offer. Gol'ugg took him on his own kind of journey, hopping from bar to bar as the sun set and the night covered the houses; yet, just like the capital, the town seemed to become livelier as darkness settled, and the streets were filled with lights and music to celebrate the arrival of the royal family. A regular thing whenever they passed by, the knight said as he handed a pint of beer to his youngest nephew.

Bits of the night here and there were nothing but a blur to Prolly, but he still remembered most of it. The cheers of the people, their smiles of joy as the princes joined their party, the music growing louder as the two royals left and took the party elsewhere, followed by their own small entourage. He remembered the faces of every single member of the board patrol, all of them taking the chance to relax and make fun of their commander as he grew tipsy, whispering on the pale orc's ear how he could never hold his alcohol.

The moment the council showed up, part of the young prince dreaded their reactions. What if they saw him as a common party boy instead of the respectable figure he was supposed to be? But all those worries vanished when Oga'lam herself ordered the next round on her tab and, against all odds, accepted Gol'ugg's invitation to a dance. The loud cheering that filled the bar then was something the young prince hadn't heard before, but he couldn't look at them for too long before a giant hand landed on his shoulder, taking his attention elsewhere.

The giant board patrol orc was there, and how he managed to be so sneaky despite his size, Prolly still couldn't understand. But he still managed to guide him towards the back alley outside the bar without anyone noticing and allowed the petit orc to pin him to the wall and climb to his pecs, where his face dove in first. Just like with his uncle, Prolly felt the rumble of his quiet moans around his head, tongue lashing against the sweaty, fuzzy skin on his way up, looking for those tempting lips and tusks.

But his moaning wasn't quiet enough, apparently, as the door to the bar opened and one other man stepped outside, catching them in the act. Prolly froze for a second when he saw the white robes, sign of a council member; he was already thinking about the consequences of being found in the middle of such an act in public. But he kept looking up and recognized the blue orc from the previous day, and once again, a wink and a smile eased him.

The prince jumped off the giant and into the council member's arms, their lips already meeting in a passionate kiss, their tusks gently bumping against one another as he looked over his shoulder. The magnificent ass was still there, jutting out as if expecting to be touched and pierced. How badly the young prince craved it, and it didn't help matters when a large green hand reached around and lifted the robes. Prolly looked back only for a second, the giant orc leaning next to them, face close enough to kiss his prince just once before his attention returned to that large ass being exposed, the smooth blue skin glistening under the moonlight as he squeezed a buttock, getting a moan that the council member had to muffle on Prolly's neck-

"You better be paying attention."

Prolly was pulled out of his reminiscence by his uncle's furious tone. And when he looked up, all he could find was Gol'agg staring down at him; he could swear his eyes were shining a bright, flaming red, and that his robes and hair flowed on their own, despite the lack of breeze. It was the same look he had when the two orcs returned, well past midnight and with more than just a few drinks in their systems.

The night had been a blast, but Prolly was now paying the consequences with a killer headache that his uncle's fury wasn't helping. He still got off better than Gol'ugg, the poor knight left back to clean their lodgings for the rest of the day as punishment, but he was still far from thrilled by the prospect of running errands, royal training or not. Gol'agg, as if feeling his frustration, simply let out a sigh and kept walking, leaving the young prince with nothing else but to follow and stare at his back, gently remember the previous night, fondly remember that blue orc's exquisite ass... And he couldn't help but compare it with the perfect piece right in front of him, bouncing with each of the mage's steps and begging the younger orc to step forward and get a handful-

Prolly jumped to the side, out of instinct, as the ground next to him exploded. Widened eyes stared at the tip of his uncle's staff, right in the middle of the small crater, covered in a red veil of energy.

"My eyes are up here, kid!" Prolly looked back up, and this time it was evident that the mage's eyes were shining. "Seriously, you can't keep it in your pants for a single night, drinking yourself silly with that pile of meat of a twin, plowing who knows what ass and who knows what tits when we're in the middle of an official visit. You're just like the old man!"

"Old man...?" Prolly would've been hurt by his uncle's sudden words had it not been for that last statement. His feline curiosity rose to the surface. "You mean grandfather?"

"...Yes," Gol'agg slowly regained his composure, turning back and continuing to walk. Prolly followed, not so much to join in on their tasks as to quench his sudden interest on whatever the orc had to tell. "The man was stern and strict beyond belief. Never gave it easy to any of us, and he wasn't exactly easy to live with, either. But he was also a sleaze. By the time we were old enough to understand, it became evident just how often he and Mother would invite others into their bed. Not like it did anything to affect his judgment, but it was basically an open secret across the capital. Why do you think none of your partners bats an eye when the throne prince offers them a night? You're far from the first pervert in this family."

"I... didn't know that, actually," was all Prolly could respond to the sudden revelation that he carried what seemed to be a legacy of perverts.

"That goes on to show how little you actually know of the kingdom, which is why you should be paying attention," Gol'agg said, quickly returning the conversation to his main concern. It was the kind of talking skill you needed to become a ruler, and Gol'ugg's words from the previous night started holding more weight. "Yesterday, I procured a list of the village's current population, livestock, crops and several other things we need to check. While I have no doubt that all of these numbers are correct, and we could actually get someone else to do it for us, you do need to be punished for your less than stellar actions last night."

"So, you're openly admitting this is punishment?" the young prince asked, holding back a groan.

"Well, of course. That said, it won't hurt to talk with the townsfolks directly, get a feel of the town from a more personal perspective," he said as much just as they approached the nearby houses, and more people started coming into view, gently bowing in recognition of their royal family. "It's humbling, and that never hurts. Anyway, our first stop should be-

"Your Majesty?" a gentle voice interrupts Gol'agg's speech, and its owner slowly approaches the two princes. An older orc, his skin having grown a dull green and his eyes almost completely covered by a bush of white hair. He walks taking his time, and haunches slightly forward, yet Prolly could easily see the broad shoulders left by a life of hard work, and he pictured the powerful frame he surely had in his youth. Yet, now he spoke with a wizened, soft voice. "It is you, sir! Ah, forgive my familiarity, where are my manners?" and he slowly bowed down as much as his frail body would allow.

"No, please stand up. It's perfectly fine, elder," the mage immediately said, his voice far more tender than when he nagged his young nephew. With an equally tender touch, he helped the old man back up, and even bowed gently to him instead. "Whatever our positions may be, you're more worthy of respect simply due to your age, if we're talking about manners. However, I must admit I'm curious as to what calls this familiarity?"

"Of course, Your Majesty! I have lived my entire life in this town, you see. Born and raised! I was here when the previous king was crowned, and I was also here when he would bring you and your brothers along," the old man kept going, like his age seemingly made people do, but the smile on his face as he talked made it impossible for either prince to make him stop. "It was always such joyful times! Why, I even remember young Oga'lam had a bit of a crush on prince Gol'ugg."

"It would probably be for the best if we don't tell him that," Gol'agg chuckled, yet another thing Prolly wasn't used to seeing from him.

"Those were lovely times, let me tell you. Seeing you... I suppose it brings back those times. Just silly old man things," he said, still smiling. "I do remember, however, my son used to talk about you a lot back then! He said the silliest things, about you skipping your lessons to go investigate some ruins with him. The little rascal was always a troublemaker! But he really admired you, I think."

"Your son is..." the mage started, but his words drifted off, as his eyes did. And yet again, Prolly saw yet another new emotion in his uncle's eyes: concern. He was shocked, worried, things he never thought possible to witness in the stern mage's face. And it only served to make the young feline grow curious. But Gol'agg made it clear he wasn't looking forward to satisfying that curiosity. "Anyway, I apologize, sir, but we have to go. My nephew and I have a busy schedule today, and we can't be held up. At any other moment, I'd be more than happy to speak with you about the past, though."

"Oh, it would be my honor, Your Majesty! I certainly look forward to it," the old man said with another bow, which was quickly reciprocated by the mage as he tried to walk away. Prolly followed suit before joining his uncle, taking occasional glances to the old man and to the mage's tense back.

"So..." he started, watching the muscles beneath his robe slightly tremble. "Who was that old man tal-

"Would you like to see the ruins?" Gol'agg interrupted him, his words pushed out in a rush as he stopped. It was yet another piece of uncommon behavior that Prolly would've picked on had it not been for the shinier toy being dangled in front of him.

"Ruins?"

"I was planning on taking you there, anyway. After our errands today. But since it was brought up, we might as well go ahead and check them out first, as long as you make sure you finish your other errand by the end of the day," he looked over his shoulders and gave Prolly the same stern frown he was known for, but it was painfully easy to tell he was forcing it. "It'll be an excellent chance for you to learn about the magic history of these lands. And even without that, they're truly fascinating, quite a sight to behold."

"Well, it certainly sounds fun when you put it that way," his words were plain and serious, but they could barely hide the mix of childish excitement and scholarly interest Prolly was feeling at the prospect. "Yeah! Let's do that; I'll get everything else done when we're back, you have my royal word!"

"Excellent," Gol'agg's seemed to have a weight taken off his shoulders, and he took a sharp turn between the nearby houses, which the younger prince quickly followed. He was too thrilled now to pay attention to the subtle gestures of relief his uncle was making.

The trip wasn't a long one. Thankfully, they had come across the elder before entering the town proper, so it didn't take long before they left the last house behind and entered the small forests surrounding them. The trees weren't tall, and they were far from one another, leaving plenty of room to walk and watch the grass grow from the cracks in the rocks. It went far enough to hide whatever was outside, however, and that only added to the feline orc's interest.

He did, however, notice his uncle, the massive back and voluptuous ass in front of him heaving with every breath, shaking with every step, once again tempting him. He was torn between his libido and his curiosity, and all it did was leave him staring at the older orc, admiring his body and yearning for his touch. But it was precisely due to staring at him so intently that he finally picked up on things, such as the speed he walked with, or the slouch on his shoulders.

"Now," Gol'agg started after a few minutes of silence, shocking the younger prince for a second. Just as he did, the forest in front of them finally started parting, and he caught a glance of a tall hill between the trees. "Before we get there, I should warn you not to let yourself get too high on it. Keep your wits around you and don't let the hill win you over?"

"...What are you talking about?" he said, but Gol'agg didn't reply. In fact, he hadn't even bothered looking at his nephew while warning him. Something was clearly amiss, yet Prolly was far more worried about the vague statement just made.

It all became clear once they left the forest for good. On the other side was a hill stretching several feet into the sky, yet it couldn't be taller than a two-story house. And yet it was, or so it seemed to the young pale orc. The short grass swayed in multiple directions despite the lack of breeze, and all across the place were littered multiple rock formations, some standing tall, others lying down, broken and eroded by the pass of time, yet all of them keeping that gloss at the same time. And all of them, each and every one of them, were covered in strange runes, the type of which he had never seen before in his extensive studies. It was enough to awaken his feline instincts, but he remained vigilant as he reminded himself of his uncle's warning.

The air was heavy. He could feel it pressing against his chest and trying to enter his mind as he stepped up the hill. These were no normal ruins; there was a hint of otherness around them, an energy only similar enough to magic for him to recognize, yet far too different for him to call it that. It made the hill feel like an entirely different world, and he could feel the energy pulling him, calling to him. His uncle's warnings made immediate sense, and whatever libido or curiosity he may have held were put on the back of his mind.

"It's memories," Gol'agg explained. For the first time in a while, Prolly listened intently. "There's quite a heavy amount of magic energy mixed in, that's what gives them this sensation, but what you're feeling is mostly the lingering memories of the people who built these ruins. Or perhaps the people who were here when whatever stood in this hill was destroyed. Either way, it's something you've never faced before, so be careful. If you let the memories guide you for too long, you'll get pulled into them, and getting you out would be extremely tasking."

"So... memories can just do that?" that was the scholar talking, looking for answers to the hundreds of questions coursing through his head. "Doesn't that mean every ruin out there is a hazard? Should we even be allowed here? Shouldn't this place be kept off limits?"

"Calm down, young prince," a heavy hand rested on his shoulder, and his worries were immediately subdued. Almost as if they weren't his own to begin with. "Don't let your emotions get the best of you here, that's what gets you pulled in. Your worries are worthy of praise, however. You think of your people's safety, like a king should."

"W-Well, yeah..." Prolly couldn't help but blush. Compliments from his stricter uncle were rare, so this was the usual reaction. "Isn't that what any person would think of if they found a place like this?"

"Sadly not, but that's a topic to discuss at other time," Gol'agg kept walking, this time slower, guiding Prolly ahead as they passed the lying rocks. "Anyway, you have nothing to worry about. In the first place, since these memories only gain weight when in contact with magic, only those attuned to feel magic could even run the risk; mages, like you and me. Gol'ugg, for example, would be looking at us with a perplexed expression if he was here," Prolly couldn't help but picture the blonde orc in the situation, freaked out over their sudden seriousness and trying to look like he could feel the flow of magic as well. A quick chuckle left his lips before the ginger orc continued. "And in any case, it would take a tremendous amount of magic to create a place like this. Whatever did happen to create this place is one of the main reasons we started researching it."

"We?"

"N-Nevermind that. Here," the ginger orc headed for a larger formation, one that seemed indented into face of the hill, and reached for the runes deeply carved on it, trailing each line with a thick finger, guiding his nephew's attention towards them. He gestured towards Prolly, and the prince carefully followed him up to the rocks. He quickly realized this was the only complete piece among the rubble, and it was as unsettling as it was reassuring. "Give me your hand," the mage said once again, guiding the young prince towards the stone.

The second his palm came in contact with the runes, Prolly felt a rush invade his body. As if a dam had just broken in front of him, magic energy from every leaf of grass on the hill came crashing on him. Overwhelming pressure that lasted a single second, before all he could feel was only the leftover trickle coursing through his veins, almost imperceptible. And a faint tremble, a drumming somewhere deep within the ground.

"You can feel it, can't you?" Gol'agg's words came out in a whisper, yet it shocked the pale orc that had forgotten he wasn't alone. "You can feel the hill's breathing," Prolly nodded. "Good. Breathe with it. Synchronize your own magic until it's in the same wavelength as the hill's. Let this land accept you, embrace you. Let this power in so that it may let you in as well."

Somehow, the vague speech made things clearer in the prince's mind. The trickle of energy coursed through his body, and he felt it's gentle throbbing on every fiber of his being, every inch of his skin. It was a slow movement, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He didn't have to try for his own breathing to follow the same pattern. And as he did, the runes on the stone started illuminating with a pleasant teal light, the same color as his hair, he thought. He couldn't help but find it funny.

As the runes were completely bathed in light, and the lines receded back into the ground, Prolly felt a different rumbling in his hand. It was physical, real... As he stepped back, he saw the rock slab trembling, dust clouds pushing out of it as it sank in front of his eyes. Behind it, a dark tunnel presented itself, no doubt reaching to the depths of the hill. It only took one look for the pale orc to get an idea of how far back it went, and his stomach twisted as he stared at the murky abyss within.

"Excellent," Gol'agg admitted, a proud smile on his tusks as he summoned a flame on his hand, already causing his nephew extreme worry. "It didn't take me too long to figure out how to open this gate, back in the day. But it did take a long time for me to muster the courage to actually go through with it. You have already bested me in that regard, young crown prince."

"Yeah, no. I'm not going in there."

"Child, it's just a dark, mysterious cave in a magic mountain that might pull you into another timeline. It's your run of the mill magic expedition," the fact that he could say such things without flinching only made Prolly more nervous. "Besides, you're half cat, half pale orc. You're genetically inclined to dark, cramped spaces. Isn't that why you like your head around big chests so much?"

"That's..." pale orc, his uncle called him, yet right now he could easily pass for a red one. "How do you know something so... specific?"

"You should already know just how much detail Gol'ugg gives regarding his conquests," and that only made the prince turn an even brighter crimson. "Enough of that, let's go."

As the ginger mage nonchalantly stepped into the cave, Prolly had no choice left but to join him. Better that than being left alone in this mountain, feeling the energy crawl up his spine and pull him in.

Once inside, he noticed several things. The first was his uncle's flame, the brightest spot available, naturally drawing his eyes; but it was far from the only thing he could see. Gol'agg had a point in that his mixed heritage made him a nocturnal creature, and his eyes adapted to the cave in record time. He couldn't quite see but telling the shape of the tunnel and shadows around them was far better than being completely blinded. It was thanks to this sight that he realized the perfectly round shape around them, the smooth walls just going in, without turns or corners; just a straight and narrow path. As if the gate wasn't enough clue in the first place, it was painfully evident that this tunnel was man-made.

A loud boom and the light behind them vanished. Prolly whipped back to see the gate closed behind them, and the sudden realization came crashing on his head. They were trapped in the darkness now, cut off from the outside and with no one aware of where they had gone off to. And most likely, no one capable of even opening the gate even if they knew where to look. Out of instinct, he clawed at the air until reaching his uncle's hand, holding it tight as he hugged to the thick arm, pulling him closer.

"Relax," his uncle said, his voice remaining as calm as ever. "We can still open the gate from inside, there's nothing to worry about. Don't let the fear win you over, or the hill's memories might take you again. Breathe with the tunnel."

Prolly audibly swallowed before following his uncle's instructions. Breathe in, breathe out, just like when he opened the gate. In the cave's silence, he could listen to the gentle rumble on the walls, the magic coursing, cracking through them, like a slumbering giant. Slowly, his breathing eased to the same frequency, and his heartbeat calmed. Only then he realized his uncle had stopped to hold him in place while he did.

"I'm better now," the young prince said in a quiet whisper, getting a nod from the mage.

Their short trek continued for a while, Prolly never letting go of his uncle's hand. The tunnel remained straight, without any sharp turns. The inclination was barely noticeable as well, fooling him into thinking they were heading forward rather than downwards. Even with his nocturnal vision, he had a hard time discerning any possible end to their road, mainly due to his uncle's flame being too bright. Easily resolved by simply stepping away, but the small prince was unable to leave the mage's side now.

"We're here," Gol'agg declared with a solemn voice that echoed somewhere. It surprised Prolly, being unable to tell where exactly they were for it to bounce off that way. He would get his answer sooner than later, though.

The flame on his uncle's hand fizzled out of existence, leaving the two men in absolute darkness. The young prince panicked for a second, his eyes still adjusting, clinging tightly to his uncle. But he didn't need the time, as a low blue hue shone from the floor. Prolly finally saw the small dome they had arrived to, the curved ceiling still covered in shadows as the light couldn't reach that high. But his eyes were instantly drawn towards the light at his feet, runes like the ones outside guiding him towards the center, where a small pedestal stood. The young prince couldn't tear his eyes away from such a simplistic, yet majestic object.

"It's quite a sight, despite how plain it is, don't you think?" Gol'agg said, and Prolly couldn't help but nod, once again unable to tear his eyes away, even to look at his uncle. "The memories can't reach this far in; there was probably few people inside this room when the event happened. We had our theories about the pedestal; maybe it used to hold some sort of idol, and what we're feeling is a lingering form of adoration."

"Adoration to what? An idol of what?" the young prince looked at the mage with the same perplexed expression he pictured on his other uncle only seconds ago. "Who... built these ruins?"

"Go to the pedestal. Breath in with it, as if it was this hill's heart," Gol'agg's voice became softer with every word. "Let the hill itself show you the way to the answers you seek."

Prolly had enough experience with the ginger mage to know that whenever he got this cryptic, it was always to teach a lesson. Given his stern nature, those lessons tended to result in his physical or emotional distress. This time it was different, however; this time, Gol'agg's eyes were tender under the weak light, and his expression was softer than what he was used to seeing from the mage. Under any other circumstances, it would've been borderline upsetting, but right now, he was intrigued over what could make his uncle feel like this. And he somehow knew these ruins held the key to figuring that out.

And so, he stepped to the pedestal on his own. The runes stopped just before it, standing right in the middle of the dome. It truly was simple, without any sort of indentation or figure carved in. A far cry from the outside, where the stone slabs littering the ground were adorned with runes he couldn't remember seeing before. He put his hand on top, part of him wondering how he was supposed to guide his magic without any runes to help it flow back into the hill. With eyes closed, he tried again to feel the energy flowing through his body, from his hand, from his feet, from anywhere. But he only met with silence. Nowhere was the rumbling he listened to before.

"It's not magic you seek," he heard the mage from behind, still in the darkness of his own eyelids. "This place possesses magic, but it's not through magic that it breathes. You need to trust a more primal instinct if you want to keep listening."

Again with the vagueness. But if it wasn't magic he was supposed to use, then what? His uncle used the word 'listening', but all his ears could detect were his own breathing and the void itself. If the hill was really talking to him, it did so through the silence.

Suddenly, he felt something on his hand. Something coarse, heavy, yet soft to the touch. It didn't take him long to realize it was his uncle's own hand on top, holding him tightly. Suddenly, warmth started spreading across the pale orc's body, as if realizing he wasn't alone for the first time since entering the dome.

And that's when he heard it. It was incredibly faint, weak, almost like a plea or a cry. A soft drum, somewhere in the back of his head, joined by the sound of the breeze. It wasn't something as simple as breathing; it sounded- felt like a heartbeat, just like the fear he had felt when they were in the tunnel, slowly receding, calming with their presence. And the glow behind the prince's eyelids turned brighter, until it was too strong not to open his eyes.

Everything- every inch of the walls on the dome was glowing so strongly, it took Prolly a moment to adjust to the sudden light. And yet, even if the shine was so furious, it didn't cause his eyes any bother whatsoever. As his pupils adapted to the new lighting, the images on the tall dome formed clearly on his eyes. Hundreds of runes like the ones outside covering the stone walls, pointed down to be read, telling a story joining the myriad of images now depicted in front of the prince. He stared in awe at the strange hieroglyphs depicting people living in community, what looked like mothers and fathers tending to their children, joining in hands to retrieve crops, coming together to share their beds. And as if he was reading it backwards, he also saw the tall figures alone in that same bed, linked with one another; they talked about birth before returning to that same spot where the prince had started seeing.

And as he kept turning, his back eventually faced the dome's entrance, and he witnessed what was probably the main attraction: A tall mural, carved into the rock with far more detail than any other picture, showing these people, man and woman, elder and children, lovers and families of every kind, together in harmony, staring in admiration at... something. Looking at them, the first thing that came to Prolly's mind, the one thing he could relate the image to within his own culture, was praying. But whatever the object of their praise was, whatever deity they looked up to, the runes stopped there. It was the only blank area in the entire dome, hovering above them covered in shadows, forever a mystery.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Gol'agg put into words what the young pale orc was feeling, yet he came up short.

"Uncle, what is this place..."

"Very few ruins like this have been discovered, but most scholars agree on the theory that they must be littered across our lands, and perhaps even beyond our borders. The fact that there's one so close to them only supports that belief," at that point, he was no longer the royal uncle, but a scholar and a mage, imparting a lesson. "You've heard stories about them. The Previous Ones; the ones that inhabited this land well before our ancestors settled here. Domes like this have been found a safe distance from where we believe their settlements were located, always hollowed out like this. No one can say what kind of method they used, but it's becoming increasingly popular to assume their magic was at least this advanced. Or perhaps a technological feat? The possibilities are as endless as the interpretations.

"We don't know nothing for certain, but these domes seem to have been made to record and preserve their cultures. Considering their locations and the requirements for access, it doesn't look like they wanted this information to be known to the general population. Only for a chosen few. Honestly," for the first time, the mage's voice cracked with emotion, "the idea of holding this kind of records from the masses is the one thing I can't agree on with this culture."

"What is that?" the prince asked. His eyes, whether in feline curiosity, or held by something else, were still glued to that blank space above the praising people.

"I knew you would focus on that," he could hear a hint of pride on the orc. "Sadly, we don't know. Similar depictions have been found, but whatever their deity was, if we can even call it that, is always blanked out. We've come to assume it's on purpose, but whether it was to keep parts of their culture a secret, or if the mystery surrounding it was part of their praise, we'll probably never know. But it looks like just one more thing to bring them together, more than an object of praise alone."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at these ruins. They join in hands together to sing and pray to a mysterious object, they tend to their crops and feed one another. They make families and respect themselves and their neighbors. They nurture and grow, as people and as a nation. "That's what these ruins tell us about them. Community, love..." he stopped for a second, only a second, and yet that was enough time for Prolly to turn around, seeing the mage stare at the pictures depicting birth. For that second, he saw a glint in his eye, before the last word came out of his lips in little more than a whisper. "Reproduction..."

"Uncle-

"We can only assume," he turned his back to him. Gol'agg's voice had returned to its usual stern tone, but his shoulders hunched forwards slightly under his robes. "Their own peace was also their undoing. Yes, they were peaceful, advanced people. But their love for peace also translated as a distaste to the idea of warfare. They possessed no power with which to protect themselves, and in the end, it spelled their extinction. By the time our ancestors arrived into these lands, they were long gone, and almost all traces of their civilization were lost. It's actually only been recently that we even found out about them."

"Oh! Uncle Gol'ugg and I were actually talking about that last night!" naturally, Gol'agg turned with a raised eyebrow at the mention of his twin. "Yeah, about using power to protect the peace our kingdom has achieved, rather than keep expanding."

"'ugg said that?" to be honest, Prolly couldn't remember a time before when the ginger orc had referred to his sibling by a shortened name. And it seemed to show in his face, as a chuckle rumbled out of his chest. "What does he think he's doing, growing at his age."

"You make him sound like a barbarian," the prince tried his best to sound serious, but he had a hard time holding back the strangely contagious laughter as Gol'agg sat down, his back to the carvings.

"Like that's far from the truth," the mage gestured to his young nephew until he joined him, sitting down and leaning on his massive shoulder. "I guess he has mellowed out over the years. Back in the day, he was always eager to prove his worth on the battlefield. Your grandfather, that man had a temper! Always looking new territories to expand his dominion over, and your father and uncle were more than happy to join the fight. It was never meant for me, however. I used every trick on the book to stay away from battles. Couldn't keep myself holed up all the time, obviously, but the few times I had no choice but fighting..." and there it was, that glint in his eyes again. One of his arms surrounded the young prince's shoulders and held him tightly "War is a terrible sight, Prolly. I pray that you may never have to live through it."

"I... I didn't know you..." for once, the silver-tongued prince was out of words. "You don't usually talk about yourself this much."

"I have my reasons to remain a private man. But these ruins bring... memories."

"Does it have to do with that other orc you used to come here with?"

"...His name was Rignia," Prolly looked up at his uncle, but Gol'agg was no longer looking back. He was staring at the wall ahead, at the void, lost in thought. "I hate fighting. So much, I can't even stand the idea of sparring. Fighting for fun, I just can't wrap my head around it. So, I sneaked out any chance I could, not unlike you. That's how I came across these ruins, leaving under the excuse of studying them. That's how I met him, actually.

"Rignia was a troublemaker. He played pranks on everyone, broke every rule- Not the kind of guy you would picture me with, really. That rebellious nature of his was the first thing we had in common, in a way. And it's also why he came around here, even though it was a forbidden area. We met here, while I was checking the ruins of his usual hiding spot; he didn't recognize me at first and tried to play himself up, but as soon as he realized he was speaking to a prince, he apologized so profusely, it was hysterical."

More than a simple chuckle, for the first time he could remember, Prolly heard his ginger orc of an uncle laughing. Really laughing, full of mirth and happiness, just like his knightly twin always did. Somehow, his deeper voice made it sound even more cheerful. It actually took him a while to recover and continue his story, so deep in his memories.

"Under the pretext of research, I returned to this village on my own several times. Of course, I was conducting my research, but... as the months and years went by, my reasons to visit changed. Every excursion, Rignia would join me, claiming it was for my protection. He was a great sounding board, I'll give him that. I could tell he had been studying as much of our kingdom's history as possible while I was away. He eventually confided in me it was to impress me, at first, but that he eventually truly fell in love with it.

"These ruins were our research. But as it continued, the actual research started dwindling. A good chunk of our time was spent just talking, looking at the clouds go by together, exchanging theories of countless other topics. Eventually just... kissing and touching one another. And when I finally mustered the strength to open the gate, he was the one that pulled me down here. As much studying as he did, that recklessly rebellious streak of his never went away. It was one of his charms, really.

"When we first arrived here, I was as scared as you were. I couldn't do anything to light the pedestal on my own, until he tried it with me. That's why you couldn't do it either. The hill reacts to love and compassion, so it takes at least two people. And the first time we saw the lights on the walls, we were amazed by them. It was truly a spectacle to our young minds. Dazzled, that's the word I used back then. We returned and just stared at them for as long as we could, just letting the history and the meaning sink in, taking notes of the runes together, trying to figure out what the paintings meant, discussing, arguing! Like an actual couple. But... that first time, he was so fixated in that one."

He pointed to the side, where the first picture was located: The one depicting two people in bed, linked together. It didn't take Prolly long to understand.

"He was your first?" a blushing Gol'agg covered his face, but there was still enough room to see the sheepish smile on his lips as he nodded. "What, right here?" another nod. Prolly was out of words yet again. To think such an emotional man hid beneath the stern façade, his own smile won him over as he pressed tighter against his uncle. "Well, damn! He sounds amazing. What happened? Why have we never heard of him?"

Just as fast as it had appeared in the first place, the smile vanished.

"You know... Back in the day, the fight for the throne was pretty close between Gol'ugg and your father," the pale orc remembered hearing differently, but decided against correcting his uncle. "Your grandfather wanted a warrior to succeed him. Someone who would keep expanding his empire. I knew that wasn't me. And in my youthful naivete, I needed the throne to feel validated as a member of the royal family. So, foolishly, I thought I had to procure myself the most important thing any king needs: An heir."

"Uncle..." Prolly couldn't help a hint of disappointment from flowing out with his words. It did little to deter him from hugging the mage.

"I know, I know, pretty dumb. Your dad and 'ugg had always been very open about how little gender mattered to them in a partner. But I had always only been attracted to men, privately. Rignia was how I confirmed my own homosexuality, and I see now how ridiculous it was to think my family would reject me over it. Your grandfather would've probably been angrier at me for thinking so lowly of him. But when you're young and scared, even your most unfounded fears get to you.

"Coming to these ruins, watching these depictions of reproduction and family, it only made me think more and more about it. Making love with Rignia, sometimes right here in front of these images, only made me think how we could never have children. At some point, I just stopped enjoying sex with him altogether. Naturally, he realized something was wrong, and he tried his best to help, to understand... But I pushed him away. And one day, I just left and never came back. It's been years since I last saw him."

"Oh..." Prolly wasn't sure what he expected. His uncle was still single, so he was obviously prepared for a breakup. But he would've preferred something that didn't make the mage look so much... smaller. "But at least everything's better now, right?"

"Yes... But the story isn't over yet," those words filled the prince with dread. "See, I should have been inconsolable afterwards, but I was instead filled with a sense of purpose. Clearly blocking my emotions and avoiding the pain, but I was young and stupid. Instead of grieving, I focused on procuring said heir, and I needed a partner for that. So, I forced myself to sleep with women. It was something I had proposed to myself before, at least once to have the proper experience. I took a few of your uncle's advices on the matter and actually got more than one interested. Got them in bed real quick as well."

"But...?"

"But of course, I didn't enjoy it," his words were slower, heavier. He hesitated to continue, but Prolly squeezed his hand in reassurance. "Mainly because they weren't men, but also because they weren't him... But that didn't stop me. At some point, I even forgot why I wanted a child in the first place, and I was just going through the motions. It had been so long since the last time I enjoyed someone else's company, I honestly felt emptier in bed. I actually didn't stop myself, your father did. He realized something was up and talked me into properly coming out to the rest of the family. Hell, he was already king by then, so I was just fooling myself. Being so readily accepted by everyone took a weight off my shoulders. First thing Gol'ugg did was offer me some of his male companions!"

"Oh my god!" Prolly laughed. The mage joined him in as well, and it was the same joyful laughter he had when talking about Rignia. Loud and hearty, like Gol'ugg's own. Real. "Did you take the offer?"

"At first," he admitted. "I remembered liking sex, and the first guy I slept with in years, god! It was like losing my virginity all over again. I grew addicted. I told you, our family is full of perverts and I'm definitely one of them. I slept with a lot of guys, learned all the tricks, forgot some of their faces over how many there were. More than you, I'm sure; I had a lot of time to make up for. But I still had him in the back of my head, you know? Years later, Rignia's memory still haunted my dreams. I loved sex on its own, but after a while, it lost its luster, and I found myself craving the kind of connection I used to have with him. None of those other men could give me that; I couldn't fully trust them the way I trusted him. Slowly, I sank in my research, maybe because it was the last thing I shared with him. I locked myself up in my office, politely declined the offers more and more often, and before I knew it, I only had a handful of partners that I met with very rarely. It's actually been a few years since the last time I had sex, with your uncle, I think."

"You and uncle 'ugg!?" the prince yelled louder than he expected, but rather than pick up on that, the mage simply raised an eyebrow at him. It took Prolly a few seconds to realize what it meant, but his face flushed red again once he did.

"We tried," a heavy hand rubbed through the little prince's hair. "But he was too rough for my tastes. Well, I do like it rough sometimes... Too forward! Yes, that's the right word, he was too forward for me, too into it."

"So, you've been celibate for years now?" it was his question, and a nod was all he got for an answer. "Man... I, um... I want to say something, I really do... But I've always been confident about my sexuality. Not knowing yourself and having to reject yourself as well, I'm not sure I know how that feels."

"I'm glad you don't," another quick pet. Prolly felt warmth expand through his body at the orc's touch and leaned closer to him. "Anyway, enough about me. Back to your history lesson. Like I said, there are more ruins like this one littered through the land, and I'd like for you to see them all if capable. All of them portray the Previous Ones as peaceful people, with no evidence of conflict; some of the runes we've managed to translate even speak against it. And like I said, it is that lack of power that may have led them to their ruin."

"Yeah, you mentioned that, but that's the part I'm not following," Prolly's eyes, like his uncle's, were fixated on the runes in front of him. "If sharing was such an integral part of this people's culture, that means they would've been extremely open and willing to negotiations. I can't see a scenario where those negotiations would fail, so why waste resources on war?"

"I don't expect you to be so innocent as to believe all wars are fought out of necessity, young crown prince," and he wasn't. Those words had been weighing on the back of his head ever since the previous night, hearing about the knight orc's accomplishments; or perhaps ever since first hearing about the crusades his ancestors went through to expand their empire.

"I just... Even now, I want to believe there's always a better option."

"That's why you'll make a great king," he looked up at the mage's words, in a mix of awe and feline curiosity. "Like I told you, Gol'ugg has mellowed out; back then, he was Father's splitting image, a warrior that preferred to fight his way through everything. He always believed in dominion through power, and I love him, but he would probably be an iron fist ruler had he ascended to the throne. Me? I've always believed in the power held by words, the bonds of people and diplomacy. But I'm smart enough to tell that I'm biased, and that even if the only logical, available solution is fighting, I would refuse. Your father is that sweet middle spot, always meditating every option and taking the right one without hesitation. It doesn't take a genius to know when it's best to fight or speak, but it takes a special kind of person to being able to go through with either when the need arises.

"It's the same with you three. Alexander possesses great power, but unlike your sword of an uncle, he's a shield. He'd rather think of protecting than fighting back, and as commendable a choice that is, it's not always the right option. Then you have K'well; he is smart enough to tell when one path is better than the other, but he's too aggressive and doesn't have the patience for anything that can, in his view, be easily solved by throwing fireballs at it. You're that sweet middle spot, just like your father, always looking for the way that will lead to the least losses, yet always willing to take those losses if necessary."

"Like Father..." Prolly looked away, partially because he couldn't hold his uncle's stare for too long, but mainly because he wanted to hide the giddy smile on his lips. "You really think I'll make a good king?"

"The best we've had," another pet. "But... Look, I say this not as a member of the royal family, but as your uncle: You have a duty. You have a mission in this world, and a lot of people will rely on you because of it. It's an incredibly heavy responsibility. But that doesn't mean you should sacrifice your happiness over it, quite the opposite. It is my personal belief you should be allowed to at least bend that duty, up to a certain point, in search for your own happiness. Just... never do something that will harm your people, but never let your duties get in the way of your personal growth, your happiness, if you can help it."

"..." there was no need for the young prince to analyze those words too much. It was painfully evident where they came from. "Then... why don't you look for Rignia and try to work things out with him?"

"Last I heard, he was a lauded scholar on the other side of the kingdom, and he was already married. He and his husband had just adopted their second child," Prolly didn't want his eyes to widen as much as they did, but his uncle's chuckle showed him how much he failed. "Indeed, he... He managed to do what I couldn't; he moved on, found his own happiness, and made a family out of it. Even if he was still available, I can't just go back to him after what I did. Maybe to apologize, but I can't expect to have him back."

Again, Prolly squeezed the mage's hand. Gol'agg squeezed back and the prince leaned over to him, sinking deeper against his body, resting on top of the powerful muscles his robes hid. They just stared at the walls, covered in runes still shining brilliantly. He couldn't tell how long they had been down there with the light staying still like that; it never glowed harder or lower, remaining constant. A bit of a hum was the only thing they seemed to emit. It was as peaceful as the scenes they depicted.

"We should leave," he said, standing up. "These ruins will make us fall asleep, and we still have a lot of things to do. I suddenly feel inspired to work! Don't you?"

"Wait," his hand was held in place by a much larger one. When he looked back, Gol'agg was also standing up, returning to the mighty height Prolly had forgotten for a second he had. The older prince looked at his nephew with soft eyes and an unsure gap in his mouth, between his tusks. "This place really brought back a lot of memories. Memories I'd like to... repeat. With you."

"...What."

"It's something I've been thinking about for a while now," despite his admission, Gol'agg showed no sign of embarrassment, much unlike the young pale orc's rising heat. "I see all of these men you go with and I can't help see a part of myself in that; of the me that I just told you about. I must admit, I'm a tad jealous. Not of you, however, of them. And then yesterday... Well, Gol'ugg shouldn't have all the fun, right?"

"Uncle..." he was at a loss for words. Yes, this was a dream come true; it was no secret that he had thought about his uncle the same way he thought about Gol'ugg before. All it took was a single look to realize the man was exquisite, after all; how could he ignore that? But even with all the sudden revelations he had received today, it was so rare for the mage to be the one initiating.

"Of course, you're allowed to have sexual urges, that's part of being alive. I just wished you would consider coming to me for them," and before he could reply anything, Prolly was pulled into the orc's embrace, hands holding him by the hips as a pair of lips pressed against his own.

The pale orc's first reaction was shock. No matter how many times he dreamed of this moment, he never pictured his most respectable family member starting the action. He had no way of predicting how firm and caring his hands could be roaming his body, feeling the lithe muscles under his shirt. Nor could he expect the man's tongue to push against his lips and tusks so much, it would make him melt in delight until he opened for him. Before today, he would've never expected such expertise from the mage, unaware of his tumultuous, erotic past; but right now, it made too much sense for him to be such a good kisser.

It wasn't long until their weight started shifting, and Prolly felt the effect of gravity on his body. Slowly, with the same large green hands as before holding him all the way, he dropped on the ground, back to the floor, while a massive orc landed on him, pressing his body under his flesh's impressive weight. Their lips didn't split even once during the process, and the prince allowed himself a moment of weakness to purr in it. Only once did Gol'agg gesture in any way to try and pull back, but his nephew's speed held him in place and their kiss continued with renewed vigor, tongues lashing and wrestling one another between their tusks.

The prince's smaller hands crossed the massive shoulders and reached up front, slipping through the middle of the mage's robes and parting them away. What Prolly was greeted with was a carpet of deep crimson hair, thicker than any he remembered seeing before, scattered all across his uncle's powerful pecs. The sensation alone, the brush against his naked palms, was amazing by itself, and then there was the man's rushed breathing, his chest rising with every intake of air, emitting so much heat it was starting to sweat already. Prolly's purring mixed with his moaning as his fingers started pushing further, wanting to go as deep down that cleft as he could.

Hands moved up and the same hold that pushed him down to the ground got his wrists, gentle yet firm enough for him to be unable to escape. Stern, like the mage himself. His hands were guided afterwards, down the muscular torso, the thick thighs, until they pulled on the robe's hem together. The prince deduced right away where he was headed, yet found himself unable to believe his luck until the exact moment his hands landed on the gigantic, plump buttocks, feeling for the first time the flesh and muscle that had always hidden beneath Gol'agg's clothes tempting him.

They were hairy. A bush of crispy hair that went as far and wide as his chest did, covering every inch. No doubt they pulled the eyes towards the center, where that deep hole awaited to be played with, filled up. Just the thought drove the smaller orc mad with need, and he gave both cheeks good squeezes, fingers sinking into the flesh. The mage moaned deeply into their kiss, pushing deeper into it, his ass grinding against his nephew's hands, member already hardening against Prolly's body. The smaller man was in bliss from all those sensations.

When Gol'agg broke the kiss off, the only thing keeping Prolly from pulling him back was his ass; he simply couldn't dare tear his hands away from it. But as he prepared for whatever banter his uncle might have been in the mood for, the mage spared no words. A quick shift in position, and the next thing he knew, the prince's face was crushed under the wide, muscular pecs. A bit of a hump and he was basically facefucking him with his tits, the hair tickling Prolly's face and the muscle muffling his moans.

"Yes, just like that. You like it? Want to bite them a bit?" he whispered between grunts, between humps, all to make sure each and every word reached his nephew's uncovered ears. But as much as the young prince wanted to go to town on those massive tits, his focus was instead devoted to the gigantic ass in his hands. The hair brushing against his face, blissful as it was, simply couldn't be compared to the sinking sensation around his hands, the gravity of his uncle's hole slowly pulling them closer, wanting them inside. How he wanted to see it with his own eyes, after years of wishing it. So much, when he spread the mage's cheeks, the man's humping stopped, cut short by a sharp moan and his hand holding the prince's wrists in place. "Stop!"

"I-I'm sorry! Did I-

"If you're going to do that..." Gol'agg started, breathing heavily. He was trying to contain the hunger shining in his eyes, the growing need. "You might as well fill it up, boy."

Prolly's brain fried at that. Those were by far the last words he expected to hear from his uncle, and especially in such a sultry tone. He only got back to reality from another kiss left on his lips, and what greeted him was the older prince's soft expression, eyes glowing with desire. There was something about the image of his uncle framed by the runes' light that made the little orc feel secure, but he ignored it when the larger man sat up to release him.

The first immediate action was standing up; after that, he intended to walk around and get the first proper look at that enormous bottom. The object of one of his many wet dreams was at reach, making him tingle all over. But he had no chance to think too much on it when something else held him in place. He went stiff for a second, feeling the strong fingers against his clothes, pushing the fabric until they reached their prize, and couldn't keep down the moans when he was stroked through his pants. When he finally dared looking down, he saw Gol'agg on his knees, prodding himself up with one hand while the other fondled the pale orc's junk through his clothes. His mouth slightly agape and his robes already open, showing off the defined torso and plump pectorals, the prince realized how badly they both wanted this.

The same fingers that fondled him reached up, sinking down the hem of his pants and underwear before pulling them down in a swift motion. Prolly's erect member was exposed, yet he only got to see the gray skin for a second before it was engulfed by his uncle. The prince was taken aback by the suddenness, but his body slowly melt with delight from the strange mix of forcefulness and delicacy his uncle showed his member. After every furious suck, when he went all the way back to suckle on the pink head, he gave the slick rod gentle strokes that made its owner tremble. All to go back down, devouring every inch of Prolly's meat in the process, kissing his crotch before turning back up and repeating the process.

The smaller man was at a loss. Hands floated aimlessly, reluctant to hold the mage's head while he serviced him, as if fearing he would stop the moment things went out of his way. That worry slowly crumbled away with each suck, each stroke making his knees weak, forcing him to stay awake and keep himself up, or risk falling on top of the massive orc. Gol'agg was simply that skilled. Tongue lapping against his underside, playing with his skin on the way down, driving him to the edge only to push him back when he focused on the head; the strokes weren't meant to make him shoot, but to keep him riled up while the seed went back down his pipe. Soon, his arms just hung limply to the sides, and all Prolly could do was enjoy with a lopsided smile as his uncle showed off his years of unused experience.

That is, until his eyes landed on the same glorious ass he had been hoping for a while before. Seeing it for the first time, even if it was just the top, Prolly felt his body warm up at the sight. It was just as enormous as he had pictured it the moment his hands reached, and he could see the top of the promising crack, already tempting him to go for the mage's hole, and the forest of dark red hair covering them. It was a mess of sweaty fuzz reaching as far up as the orc's waist, going all the way back down to what was surely a sheet covering every inch of skin on his ass.

But that wasn't what kept the prince's eyes glued to him; every time the mage so much as bobbed and moved to keep sucking him, his entire body followed suit, reverberating all the way to his ass. Prolly was mesmerized by the way his ass shook and jiggled with every rough suck on his rod, every slurp, every lick, joined by the sight of his bottom jumping with excitement. It was enough to push the young prince towards the edge far beyond what the mage expected. He felt his own body grow tight, his balls going taut as they approached their climax. All because of the sight alone; if just looking at that magnificent ass was pushing his buttons this much, imagine how it would feel to finally get a chance to be right in front of it and do with it as he pleased.

And then, as if noticing his nephew's approaching climax, Gol'agg pulled the pale orc closer, properly kneeling as he held him from the waist, and started sucking harder. The poor prince could only moan in delight as his cock was suddenly deepthroated, so deep he felt the tip brush against his uncle's throat, pre oozing out only to fall right down his gullet. He couldn't believe the mage's hunger, the tender way he rubbed his torso to relax him and make him shoot his load sooner, the excitement growing through his body. It was so much, Prolly couldn't even start humping in return; his body was shut down from the intensity.

Just as he felt that familiar moment, that time when he would push the hardest, Gol'agg pulled back. Mouth open and eyes shining with need, he stroked the young orc for a few seconds before the bliss was too much for his body to take. Prolly moaned out loud, his voice echoing across the dome as his member shot thick ropes of hot seed all over his uncle's face and chest. His eyes were shut tight at first, but the moment he heard the first excited grunt from the ginger mage, he peaked out of the same feline curiosity. Just in time for a long rope to land right across Gol'agg's face, making him blink it away from his eye. Another one falling on the cleft between his pecs, joining several others clinging to his fuzz. The sight alone was a marvel, and it made the pale orc's knees weak again.

The last rope pushed out and Prolly started feeling the familiar buzz of his afterglow. Despite all the action he got the previous night, coupled with the lack of rest, he was amazed not only by how fast he could shoot, but by the volume. It only showed how much of an expert his uncle was, giving weight to his claims of being a former slut. And if his expression was anything to go by, he was equally impressed by the prince's orgasm, admiring the result with the same interest he put in his experiments.

"Simply impressive," was all he said, with a bit of a pleased sigh, as he held the little orc's member. Absentmindedly, his tongue pulled out and licked clean whatever leftover seed was near his lips, swallowing it all in one go with a bit of a moan. Needless to say, Prolly blushed from the implied compliment. "I can see why so many other men enjoy having you around. I should've tried this a long time ago. Guess my ass is up next."

"Wait, what?"

"I told you, you have to fill it up," was all clarification Gol'agg gave as he stood up and stretched, letting his robes down. Prolly stared at the naked figure of his ginger uncle for the first time, and what he saw was enough to get his dick hard again: piles of muscle covered in a generous coat of bright red hair, his enormous pecs topping a treasure trail on his abs, leading towards his standing staff.

He was nowhere near the sheer level of muscle his twin had amassed over the years, with a layer of fat on them instead, but unlike the hardened, strong appearance Gol'ugg was so proud of, this only made Gol'agg's muscles appear softer to the touch, something the prince could definitely appreciate. His eyes, following precisely that train of thought, landed on the wide hips, the thick thighs and the silhouette of the enormous ass behind them, jutting out proudly, waiting for him to knead it, play with it and sink his entire body in it. Just thinking about it was enough to get him going, and the mage picked up on that.

"See? You're already excited just looking at me naked," he teased the prince. Prolly didn't think he had it in him, yet it was just one more surprise about his uncle to throw in. "Besides, you don't expect me to believe a young, virile prince like you doesn't have more than one load in his balls, do you?"

"I...!" there it was again. The truth is, Prolly wasn't sure he did have that much in his balls. Never before had he needed the experience; no man had ever asked him for more than one, and he always took pride on the fact that he could last long enough to satisfy them with a single orgasm. Yet here he was, being demanded to provide more. "I'm not- I don't- I-

His protests stopped when Gol'agg turned around. They stopped because the marvelous sight he had been dreaming of was finally in front of his eyes. There he stood, naked, erect, tired from the first orgasm yet already starting to drip again, all thanks to the enormous ass presented to him. Large enough that when Gol'agg leaned down, his entire body was obscured by the width of his cheeks. It was impossibly massive, yet it jiggled with equally impossible softness, fat and muscle mixing in a perfect visage that bordered into liquid. All of it covered by that forest of hair, so thick it looked more like a mix of black and red than the ginger Prolly knew it to be. Cheeks perfectly round, firm enough to keep their shape, yet he was aware of hos soft, how malleable the flesh really was. Every cell in his body told him to reach forward and grab it, to sink his face in it, to spread those fuzzy cheeks and find that exquisite hole hiding deep between them.

"I assume you were awed into silence," Gol'agg teased him again, pulling him back into reality. A quick chuckle and then he twisted his hips just enough to make the cheeks jiggle in a hypnotic dance, trapping the prince again. "Come on. I know you have it in you, so you might as well go for it."

"I'm not sure I do?" was all the prince could muster in his mix of uncertainty and arousal. "I mean, I want to. Lord, I really do. But really, I've never done more than once, I don't think I can-

"Kid, I didn't rile you up this far to take a no for an answer," the stern tone returned. Before Prolly could say or do anything, the massive ass closed the gap between them, cheeks pressed against his exposed member, immediately sucking it in. A little yelp escaped the prince as his prick was stroked by the jiggling, pre once again pushing out. It was sensitive enough for him to feel the drop all the way out, followed by larger gushes that he soon felt all over his length and sticking to the cheeks. "Yes, just like that. Give it to me good, you know you want to."

"And you said uncle 'ugg was too forward?"

"Don't tease me, boy," he said in his usual stern voice, and yet he continued stroking the pale orc's cock against his ass, guiding it towards his hungry hole only to pull out in the last second. And despite his protests, Prolly had to admit this demanding side of his uncle did get him going. He was so used to be dominant, to be the boss and use his royal position and charm on his partners, that this intense need took him pleasantly by surprise. It felt nice to be wanted this badly.

Don't tease him, he said, but he didn't know who he was talking to. With his inhibitions finally gone, Prolly held his uncle's enormous, hairy ass with both hands, fingers sinking within the soft flesh, and spread them wide open. There, right in the middle, as if the hair guided his eyes towards it, was the tight, sweaty hole. It gently contracted and pushed back, trying to suck his cock inside, and the sensation of the ring against his flesh caused the prince to moan. Every rope of pre that pushed out of his rod was almost immediately sucked in, as if by magic. He had no idea how it was even possible, yet Gol'agg's needy grunts and whimpers made him think his hunger was simply that strong.

But just going inside already would be far too easy. Instead, Prolly pushed forward, hips and his entire body sinking into the fat ass, making sure to keep his tip away from the pucker. Right away, the mage reacted by humping back harder, looking for that length again; he needed it, desired it. His growing anxiety was that extra spice that made his ass even more delicious. Prolly pushed up instead, dick squeezed between the cheeks, pushing them back together just to make sure Gol'agg would feel him between them, only to go back down. Rather than forward, he humped upwards, parallel to the tight hole that yearned for him to fill it up, and instead of lubing, his pre served to coat the inside of the cheeks and get his cock slick for the sliding.

"Prolly, fuck me already..." Gol'agg was getting impatient, yet he couldn't hold back the whimper that joined his words. He was getting to him, and the need was slowly defeating the frustration. Yet, it only inspired the prince; if he could make these kinds of noises after a few humps, just how far could he push the old orc?

With that in mind, Prolly pulled the cheeks apart again, slamming them against one another a few times around his dick just to see how much he could make his uncle tremble. At that point, he had to admit that Gol'agg's ass was astoundingly large; even bigger than he thought before now that he was looking up-close. There was enough room for him to keep humping the underside, coating it with glistening pre, and still lean forward and plant his face between the massive buttocks, right where his hole anxiously waited for anything.

He licked his lips only once, growing just as excited, and dove in. The buttocks suddenly pressed around his head, covering his ears, reminded him of the knight's pectorals the previous day. And yet, this time he was able to listen to this uncle's moans and whimpers as his tongue pushed against the tight pucker. The resistance it gave was impressive, leaving it clear that it had been a while since the last time it was used. And yet, rather than pushing him back, it still continued to pull him in, remembering the sensation and wanting more of it. Prolly wasn't even an inch in and he was hearing the echoing screaming of his uncle, muffled words of encouragement reaching his ears; every time he was shocked by how much of a hungry slut his uncle was, and every time he surprised him with even more.

His sensitive prick continued to ooze gushes of pre, coating the thick buttocks into a dripping mess that the prince could already feel on his crotch and thighs. Gol'agg's ass clenched around him, and his cock let out more and more of the fluid, until his balls grew taut again, only to not release a single drop of anything. Whatever seed rose from the action went backdown, leaving his member as sensitive as before. Just as he predicted, a second shot would be out of the question for a while, and it would take him a lot of effort and stimulation to get to that point again.

Thankfully, that meant more time to spend lodged between his uncle's cheeks, eating out what was possibly the best ass he'd had so far in his life. His tongue was barely an inch inside, and he doubted he could go any further inside, yet he didn't need to; the walls clamped around it with such strength, every time he so much as moved he felt his uncle's whole body react. Each wiggle, no matter how insignificant, got the cheeks to clench harder, and the hips to tremble noticeably. And the mage's voice reached his ears clearer by the second, evidence that he could scream even louder than before.

He finally pulled out to see his work. The cave's air felt vapid compared to the powerful musk within Gol'agg's cheeks, but he paid it no mind. He was too focused on the massive ass in front of him, covered in drool and pre all over, thin strands joining each cheek across the crevice formed between them. It was impressive he could do this much with just a few humps, but his uncle was just that good of an inspiration. His moans and screams drove him mad.

"Prolly...!" Gol'agg's whimpers caught his attention. The stern tone had completely vanished, replaced by a growingly needy sound that he could only remember from his neediest partners. "Please, fuck me! God, I want you! I want you so bad! Please, I want your cock. I need it! Fill me up! Fuck your dear uncle as deep and hard as you want! Please, boy!"

He was speechless. The always serious, always stoic Gol'agg, who could make even the most rebellious magician in his charge melt with fear with a single look, broken into a pleading mess, begging for cock in the sluttiest tone the prince had ever heard. Not even in his wildest dreams did he dare even toy with the possibility; it was unprecedented! And that's precisely what made it so delightful.

"Ok," he said, barely able to let out another word as his uncle's voice left him about to explode. Funny how he was talking about the difficulty of reaching that point, yet here he was, holding from cumming again too soon in order to give the man exactly what he asked for.

Slowly, still teasing the old orc's ass, he reached his hole. A few pokes and rubs with the tip were all he needed; Gol'agg did the rest by pushing back, engulfing the feline's member's head in one go. But it refused to go any further. Just as he expected, the mage's tight ass didn't allow for much room, all thanks to its lack of use. The tightness brought a synchronized yell out of both men, which only continued as Prolly pushed forward, trying with every ounce of strength in his hips to break beyond the boundaries of his uncle's hole.

Inch after inch, Gol'agg's body gave in. It took several minutes, in which they drowned together in a mix of pleased exhaustion. Every bit of cock that pushed inside, Prolly felt more of that powerful tightness clamp around him; and he saw how it made his uncle go mad with bliss as well, based on hos much he humped the air and panted in tired, agonizing pleasure. The young prince, on his part, was holding his climax as far back as he could; he felt the hot seed in his balls churn in anticipation, yearning for release, wanting to fill the ass that seemed to be calling for it. He soon realized he needed it just as badly as the mage claimed to.

When his member reached as far back as possible, and his crotch hit the plump cheeks, Prolly considered just letting it all out in one go, right there. But his feline instincts struck, and he figured he still had it in him to hold back for a while, tease the old man some more. Quickly pulling back, almost as if his cock and the massive ass were both happy of letting go of the pressure, yet the mage himself was far from it, whimpering in yet another plea for more. Prolly heard him, and the first hump rammed his member back inside his hole, reaching his prostate in one go. His body finally collaborating, the young prince continued like that for a while, doing nothing but letting his hips push forward and cause his uncle to scream.

It took maybe four humps before he could no longer take it. The last one went in with more power than any before, and a massive load burst out of his cock and deep inside the tight hole, filling it to the brim. Their yells once again joined as the white fluid flowed inside Gol'agg; he was too tight for any of it to roll out, and it just kept pushing in until the pressure was too much for the prince to handle. Rather than pulling back, his dick was forced back when there was no room left inside his uncle, and the last few ropes of hot, sticky cum landed around his hole and cheeks, matting the ginger fuzz covering them and mixing with what was left of his pre and drool after their furious mating.

It was over in a matter of seconds, yet for the prince, it felt like long minutes, perhaps an hour of climaxing. Too many firsts in one day: The first time with his uncle, the first time being arguably submissive, the first time shooting a second load... And one as large as the first, perhaps the most surprising part of it all. It was all too much, and the exhaustion won him over. He fell unceremoniously on the floor, using what little strength he had left to keep his eyes open.

It was when he saw the same massive ass inches over his body, its shadow looming over him. For a second, Prolly wondered what exactly was going on, before it landed right on top of his crotch again, impaling itself in his tired, still erect member. Naturally, a moan escaped him from such a hit on a still painfully sensitive part, but that didn't stop Gol'agg from riding his cock with the same hunger as before.

This time, there was no need for the prince to hold back. In fact, he humped as fast as he could just so his climax would reach faster. Not like he needed much help with his uncle's exquisitely tight hole around him. It took mere seconds, yet the load he shot right after was just as big as the previous one. It was outstanding, impossible even, and he surprised himself in the brief flashes of lucidity he had in the middle of his third orgasm. Most of him, however, simply lied there on the floor, borderline blacked out from the intensity and frequency of all these sensations.

"There we go, full and drippy," Gol'agg whispered, rising from his nephew's dick and stretching on his way up, clenching to keep the seed inside him. "I needed that third one. For science."

"That doesn't make any sense..." the tired prince breathed out, but his uncle ignored him. So, all he did was let Gol'agg land next to him, and crawl up to the man in order to cuddle up next to his enormous pecs.

"Fuck! That was amazing," was the first thing the mage said, rubbing the prince's back. "I mean it, it's been a while since I came that much."

"You came?" energy returned to him for a second as he came to the realization. His uncle was a man, so of course he had to cum. Prolly immediately wondered if he had managed to bring his uncle to an orgasm as good as the ones he had felt and looked down searching for answers. He found them in the form of a sticky mess all over his uncle's abs, and a literal puddle in front of the pedestal, right beneath where he had been kneeling. "That's a lot..."

"It is! I usually jerk off on my office when the need is too much, but I've been extremely busy and was pent up," his explanation only made the young prince picture the mage jerking off in his office, and all the times he could've just stepped in and caught him on the act. Wasted opportunities that he was sure to take advantage of more often from now on. "Anyway... Thanks, kid."

"Well, it's not like I didn't get something of my own," Prolly's words came with a bit of a hump, to press his softening dick against his uncle's chest. "If anything, I should be thanking you."

"No, that's not... Shit, this is embarrassing," he was cursing a lot more than Prolly had ever heard him. He was the type to let his guard down in bed, it seemed. "I haven't had sex this good since Rignia... I think I'll start dating again."

"What!?" Prolly sat up and stared at his uncle, looking for an explanation. At first, all he got was a chuckle, which only made the prince pout.

"I told you, sex stopped feeling good because I couldn't find that connection with anyone else. I stopped altogether because of that. Yet, here I am, once again feeling that deep trust, that bond, with my nephew of all people! If I can still feel that with you, then that means there's someone out there I can feel it with. And I'm going to look for him. You helped me realize that, kid. That's why I'm thanking you."

"O-Oh..." and he looked away, blushing, hiding the smile forming in his lips as Gol'agg stood back up.

"Anyway, we should get going. We still have a lot of things to do," the mage said, picking up his robes.

"You need any help cleaning up?" Prolly mentioned, and Gol'agg looked down, admiring the several strands of thick cum clinging to his body hair on multiple angles.

"No. I'll keep it like this and hide it with my robes," and just as he said so, the cloth draped across his body, tied up and covering every inch of skin. "I missed the sensation."

"Uncle, you're way nastier than I thought!" the prince laughed as he pulled his pants up, heading for the exit. He couldn't put into words how excited he was to finally leave the cave. Despite the multiple revelations, he still craved the outside.

"I believe I told you I was the true pervert of this family. Which reminds me, it goes without saying that this must stay between us. If anyone finds out, I'll make you organize the academy's entire archive for a year."

"Not even uncle 'ugg?"

"Especially Gol'ugg!" Prolly laughed at his uncle's outburst, and the mirth kept him from even realizing he was already in the tunnel's darkness, headed upwards towards the exit. He did realize, however, that his uncle was nowhere to be seen. A quick look over his shoulder and he saw the massive orc still standing on the dome's entrance, his frame outlined by the runes' light. "Go on without me."

"What?" a bit of worry crept up Prolly's spine, partially over the idea of facing the darkness alone, but also at the tone his uncle had used. "Why?"

"I... want to be here on my own for a while. To say goodbye, I guess."

"Oh! Yeah, alright! I'll wait for you outside," that was the last thing the pale orc said before sinking back into the darkness.

A few minutes went by and Gol'agg simply stood there, watching into the abyss, waiting for his uncle's steps to escape his sensitive hearing. When he was sure the distance between them was enough, he created a soundproof bubble around the entrance, just in case. And the exact second he did, the room felt heavier, the air grew stagnated, and the light of the runes diminished, as if the hill itself tried to put it out. As if it was scared.

"Quite a show you two put on there," Mad Circus said, his blasphemous form sitting on the pedestal in the middle of the dome, his robes hanging right above the pool of Gol'agg's cum left in front of it. Almost as if they floated right out of reach, in wisps of black smoke.

"Didn't anyone teach you," the orcish mage said as he closed the distance between them in large steps, swiping his staff towards the wizard's face, who leaned back just enough for it to miss him by half an inch, "to give people their privacy!?"

"I must've skipped that class," the human mocked him. If you could really call him that.

"I tire of your antics, Mad Circus. My respect will only save you for so long. What do you want?"

"I told you before, I'm only interested on His Majesty's growth. I'm interested in what kind of ruler he'll become, and his reaction to these ruins was something I was looking forward to. The extra bits of information on your own background, Your Majesty, were quite delectable as well," he leaned backwards until he was staring at the praying rune upside down. His hands rested behind his head and he seemed to hold himself in the air with nothing but the strength of his core, yet Gol'agg could tell 'something else' was doing it for him. "Quite an interesting mechanism, the entrance to this place. I was sure the crown prince had it in him, but he figured it out far faster than I expected him to."

At those words, Gol'agg reached forward and pulled the wizard by the scruff of his shirt, until they were eye to eye. His stern look, the one that could bring fear to almost anyone, seemed lost in the black abyss that were the eyes beneath that hat's brim.

"You lied to me," he whispered. "You couldn't open the door in the first place. You couldn't get down here on your own."

"Of course not! My true form is far too dark for that," and he leaned back. How, Gol'agg didn't know, for he hadn't let go of him. "Still, quite a discovery I made here. Not only did I get to see the crown prince's growth firsthand, quite the treat let me add, but I also attended your history lesson. Although, history has never been my thing. What's the point on being told things you already know?"

"What do you-

"Your interpretation is a tad off, however," his words, once again, stopped Gol'agg on his tracks. "The Previous Ones didn't die off because they didn't have any power to defend themselves with, quite the opposite. They're gone because they had too much power."

A snap. It was all it took for the praying runes to shine with an ominous crimson, like hot magma. And Gol'agg stared, horrified, as the depiction somehow changed. The praying circle had turned into running people. The families that stood next to one another now ran in desperation, kneeled to plead for mercy. The runes were the same, yet they weren't. Their meaning was gone, edited by these images of horror. And well above them, where the mysterious blank deity was supposed to be missing, were shining red cracks, lined up randomly and yet together, forming the shape... The familiar shape...

"Is that... the mother crystal?"

"Ah, yes. You should be careful about that giant rock you have hanging above your house like an oversized chandelier," and like a chill creeping up the side of his body, Gol'agg felt the wizard lean over to him, until his lips were dangerously close to his ear. "Not all mothers love their children, you know?"

He turned around, but Mad Circus was gone. Long gone, he could tell. And the light of the runes was back in its blue, like if they had never changed in the first place. All of a sudden, the old mage was filled with an intense desire to exit this place.

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"Your Majesty, this was truly an honor," Oga'lam said, the rest of her council behind her, all bowing down in front of their prince. "It is always a delight to host for you, and we can't wait for the next time. The town always gets quite lively when you're all here."

"The feeling is mutual, Chief. We appreciate the work you do here, and we hope we can continue to stay here in the future, and that you allow us to show our gratitude for what you do for the entire kingdom," the young prince said. A quick wink from the blonde knight next to him was all he needed to know he was headed in the right way. Talking was far from being his weakest point. "In fact, I should be the one thanking you, for the hospitality you have provided us. You and your people were all," a quick glance towards the blue orc in the council, and he gave him a second wink, with a greatly different meaning from that of his uncle, "satisfying."

"We don't deserve your praise, Your Majesty," Oga'lam continued, offering a hand that the prince was quick to shake. Her hold was firm yet soft, and he realized that was the kind of leader he was hoping to be as well. He would have to keep this chief around for a while. "Please, don't let us keep you from the road any longer. You must miss the capital. Have a safe journey."

"You too, stay safe," the prince waved them as he climbed the carriage.

"Chief! I'll be sure to come back next month! And I'll definitely beat you into a date then!" Gol'ugg said with a wide grin, and Prolly could swear that he saw a similar smile on the woman's face as he did.

Both, he and Gol'agg climbed on either side of the carriage, and only now did the prince realize that he would once again be tra-

"Hey there, kiddo!" Gol'ugg noticed him and pulled him up before Gol'agg closed the door behind him, safely putting the prince on his lap. "We don't want you getting squeezed like a pancake now, do we? I could use some pancakes, right 'agg?"

"Mhmm..."

"Hey, what's with him?" Gol'ugg whispered to his nephew, "He's been off since last night, what did you guys do?"

"You know, just work around town, talked a bit," of course he lied. Despite the laughter he gave to his uncle's threat, he was positively terrified of the prospect of just being in the academy's archives. He had heard stories of it being both, haunted and infested with magical creatures. "He's just deep in thought, as usual."

"Thinking sounds like a drag," the knight joked as he looked out the window. Prolly followed his sight and saw the town fading into the distance as the carriage entered deeper into the plains. "I missed this town. It was always dad's favorite."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," the young crown prince started, "are we supposed to visit all bordering towns?"

"What are you, crazy? This empire is fucking huge. We can't visit the entire border on our own, we're royalty," for some reason, Prolly started thinking the supposedly humbling experience escaped one of his uncles. "We usually just send envoys to the smaller towns, but big ones, like this, is where we have the border guards trained. They get sent to other towns afterwards, so in the end we only visit the big ones, like... five, I think? Hey!" this time, his words were headed to the mage. "Earth to Gol'agg! You're usually the one teaching these things."

"Hmm? Yes, it is a nice town," his vacant tone was enough to get the usually cheerful Gol'ugg to shoot steam from his ears. "Full of good memories."

"The hell is that supposed to mean!?" but the mage sank back into his thoughts, leaving his twin with nothing but a sigh. "Whatever. Anyway, why do you ask, kid?"

"Oh! Just wanted to know when you were going for another patrol, that's all. Would love to join you again."

"Is that so?" the knight looked down at him with a smirk and a complicit expression, hands subtly squeezing the little man's torso, rubbing on their way down. Prolly felt something on his lap bump against his bottom and knew exactly where his uncle was headed. "Well, it's usually just me or Alex doing these rounds, but I guess I could talk your dad into letting you in. Hell, he'll be thrilled to see you interested in the workings behind his kingdom!"

"I wouldn't mind joining you again," Gol'agg's words surprised them both, despite his eyes still staring outside the window. "As long as Prolly comes along, of course."

"You, wanting some family time? That's unusual."

"Don't say it like that! I'm not a monster," Gol'agg turned to them, staring at his laughing twin with disdain, before his eyes landed on the bush of blue hair beneath. "This trip reminded me of a few things. The importance of family, and making sure you keep your bonds with people safe and strong."

"You two fucked, didn't you?" internally, Prolly screamed out of fear. But neither he nor the mage reacted in any way that would tattle on them. "You can't fool me, dumbass. I fucked him on this trip, too! I know what that dick can do for you! It's magic!"

"Obviously, I was aware that you two had sex, but that doesn't mean you should go screaming about it like a barbarian," Gol'agg threw out, unknowingly to Gol'ugg already changing the subject away from his own actions.

Whatever they said after that was irrelevant. Prolly tuned it out as it became simply more of their usual sibling banter. And just like that, everything returned to normal, as if this trip had never happened. Yet, it did. And as the orc prince looked out the window, he thought of how much closer he was to them for it. The next one would be even better, he told himself.