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Prince in Chains: Chapter 2

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"Squeal, pig!" Lestrade yelled, his fingers digging into the fat, hairy ass of the pig he'd pulled from the street and dragged into his chambers inside his Lord Christoph's castle. He drove his cock into the porcine's ass, the pig crying out in pain and pleasure as his superior bred and used him like he was simply an object for the proud lion to use.

The pig was a nobody. Just some filthy cock-hungry whore Lestrade had found on the city streets begging for someone to fuck him. Lestrade had decided to show mercy and allowed the filthy pig the honour of entering Lestrade's chambers to be fucked by him. He slammed his entire cock in deep, the pig crying out as he was used, bent over the lion's bed, his ass stuffed with the feline's hard, massive cock, his own hairy cock bouncing between his thick thighs.

"Squeal for me!!" Lestrade yelled again, his hand smacking cruelly across one of the pig's asscheeks.

"Ahh!" the pig yelped. "Squeeeee! Squeeeee!!" The high-pitched sounds of the pig's shameless squealing filled the room and echoed down the hall. He kept squealing while the superior Lord-General fucked him, breeding his ass brutally and mercilessly, hands gripping the fat rump while he buried his manhood deep into the tight, needy fuckhole. The pig kept squealing as he was fucked, "Squeeeee!! Squeeeee!!" His hands gripped at the bedsheets, his body thrashing about and his hole tensing around the cock inside him.

Lestrade was still breeding him when he heard a knock on the door.

"Nghh... Come in!" he called out with a grunt. The door opened and in stepped a rat dressed in what could jokingly be described as armour. He wore leather pauldrons and gauntlets and was otherwise naked save for his tight, assless undergarments hugging his crotch tightly, sporting a mouth-watering bulge.

"Sir," the rat said, unfazed by the sight of his superior fucking the fat ass of a pig in front of him. "Lord Christoph needs to see you."

"Unnf... I see," Lestrade grunted, never letting up on his fucking for a moment. "Stay there, I'll be ready in a moment." He fucked even harder, his hips a blur as he used his whore's body.

"Squeeee!" the pig kept crying out. "T-thank you, si-"

"Did I say you could talk?!" Lestrade spat, smacking his hand across the pig's ass again and making him yelp in pain. "The only thing I want to hear from you is your pitiful squealing!"

"Squeee! S-squee! Squeeee!!" The pig gave his lord what he wanted, squealing loudly as his body shook with the ruthless fucking he was getting until the lion was ready to flood the whore's body.

He continued fucking as he came, roaring out in pleasure as his huge, pulsing cock began to unload inside the pig's manpussy, blowing several hot loads of lion cum deep into the pig's body, filling his bowels with the stuff while the pig continued making his noises beneath him. Lestrade grunted and growled, cock twitching and throbbing as he emptied himself inside the fat, shameless whore until he was all done, his balls thoroughly emptied. He pulled out, his cum-leaking cock twitching as it began softening. He then grabbed the pig and tossed him onto the floor, the porcine whining and squirming about, his still erect cock standing upright between his thighs as he lay on his back, looking up at the lion who just scoffed at him, barely giving the pig the time of day.

Nonchalantly, Lestrade walked passed the pig and nodded to the rat.

"Toss him in a ditch somewhere, I'm done with him," the lion said, stepping into the hall and leaving the rat alone with the naked and erect pig. Lestrade could hear the rat dragging the porcine out as he made his way down the hall and towards the throne room where his king would be waiting. Lestrade was still naked, something that wasn't uncommon in these lands. Nudity wasn't frowned upon and sex was as open as anything else. In fact, Lestrade walked past two of the castle guards fucking each other in the hall as he went and did nothing more than exchange polite nods with them.

He eventually found himself in King Christoph's throne room, his cock still leaking cum, foreskin wet and sticky with the stuff as he approached the throne and knelt down, bowing his head and then looking back up at the regal, black-scaled dragon sitting upon his throne.

"My king," he said.

"Been having fun, Lestrade?" The dragon king's deep, booming voice filled the room, the scaly male sitting back in his throne, naked but for a regal silk loincloth, adorned with jewels and embroidered with fanciful patterns.

Lestrade nodded, "Just some whore of a pig I grabbed from the streets, Sir."

"Looks like you enjoyed him," the king chuckled, looking down at Lestrade's sopping cock.

"Yes, Sir," Lestrade said. "He was pathetic. I found him in the streets begging to be used. He must have thought he was dreaming when I of all people came along to give him what he wanted." King Christoph laughed at them, smirking wide.

"Well, enough about your pig," he said. "Come here, Lestrade. I want to talk to you about our very special guests."

"Yes, my king," Lestrade said. He knew what he meant. The wolf prince Scion and his caretaker. Lestrade began crawling across the floor, just like his king liked, the dragon staring down at him, his smirk widening as the strong, proud lion crawled towards him, climbing the steps up towards his throne and kneeling before it, gazing up at the big, strong and powerful male.

Without a word, Christoph raised his foot and Lestrade leaned down to begin kissing at it obediently. He'd been before his king many times; he knew what the dragon liked and what he wanted, and so he kept kissing, his lips moving up and down the dragon's scaly foot as the king gazed down at him.

"Where is the prince now?" Christoph asked, lowering his foot. Lestrade shuffled closer, putting his arms around one of the king's legs and hugging it close, nuzzling the scaly male's form affectionately.

"We have him chained up in the dungeons, Sir."

"The special dungeons, I take it?"

"Of course, Sir," Lestrade nodded. "The caretaker is being held separately in the common dungeons."

"Good," Christoph said. "I'll have to visit our royal guest soon..." He reached down and began toying with himself through his loincloth, noting the hungry look on his general's face. He slowly pulled the loincloth aside, displaying his massive, low-hanging, scaly cock to the lion. His shaft lay across the seat of his throne, resting above his two huge draconic balls. The king opened his legs slightly, gripping his shaft in his hand and slowly pulling the foreskin back to reveal the dark, black-skinned meat it was hiding.

"Kiss it," the king ordered. Lestrade obeyed, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his king's cock head. On the king's order, he kept going, placing kisses all over the thick cock tip, making out with it. He leaned forward to suck on it only for the king to pull it away. "Did I tell you to suck it?"

"No, Sir. Apologies." Lestrade kept up his kissing, lips caressing the powerful dragon's meat as the king watched him, hand still keeping his foreskin pulled back, his head twitching against his general's lips.

"Mm, good boy," the king smirked, pulling away and letting his loincloth slip back into place. He then stood up. "Lead me to him." Lestrade knew who the king meant and got to his feet in and instant, turning and leading his lord out of the throne room. The king spoke as they walked, "Is he enjoying his time in our fair kingdom?"

"He could use a bit more convincing," Lestrade told him.

"He'll come around when he sees what we have to offer," Christoph said. "They always do. Lestrade, about his caretaker..."

"His lover," Lestrade chuckled.

"Yes, I recall you telling me about that," the king nodded. "They are in love?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Adorable," the king smirked. "A prince and his caretaker. Sounds like something from a romantic novel."

Christoph was lead down a flight of stairs and into the lower areas of the castle where he was brought to a large, thick, wooden door. The sound of clanging chains and dismayed moans echoed throughout the cold, candlelit halls, prisoners kept down there for one reason or another as punishment. Christoph peeked into the holding cells of one of their prisoners as Lestrade opened the door in front of them, the king catching sight of a young fox man, bound in chains with an aching erection, whimpering and whining, humping the air desperately, his shaft a mess of pre.

"Sir," Lestrade said, opening the door and stepping aside for his king to enter. The dragon entered the room and smirked at the sight before him. Prince Scion of Atreon was bound in the centre of the room, fully naked and exposed, helpless and vulnerable. He was kept suspended in the air by the chains around his ankles and wrists, two keeping his legs spread wide while the two around his wrists kept him pulled up in the air, arms above his head. Scion gave the dragon a hateful look as the dragon and his general approached.

"Prince Scion," Christoph greeted him. "Do you know who I am?" Scion didn't answer but instead spat at the king's feet. Christoph gave an amused chuckle in reply. "I am King Christoph, lord of this land."

"What do you want from me?" Scion asked simply.

"Straight to the point. Alright." Christoph gave a shrug. "Simply put, I want you. I want you as part of my kingdom, Scion."

"You want me to betray my father," Scion scoffed.

"Yes, I do," Christoph told him.

There was a long pause where the two stared at each other, the king's eyes moving up and down the wolf's naked form. So young and handsome. He'd look perfect with a cock up his ass.

"You're a good looking man," Christoph told him, licking his lips as he ogled the wolf's form. "No wonder your caretaker likes you so much." Scion scowled at the mention of his stallion. Christoph kept speaking, "You love him, don't you? Do you picture the two of you as lovers? Boyfriends?" Scion looked away, his cheeks starting to blush pink.

"I... do..." Scion grunted. Christoph stepped close and took the wolf's chin in his hand, making the lupine look back at him.

"Does your father know about this?"

"No," Scion said.

"Would he allow you two to be together?" Scion didn't answer that and so Christoph answered for him, "Of course he wouldn't. He'd rather marry you off to some whore, isn't that right? But here, you can be with whoever you want." That seemed to get Scion's attention, the wolf looking into the dragon's eyes. Christoph kept talking, "You want to be with your caretaker? Then you can be with him. Kiss him, fuck him, make love to him. Whatever you want. Would your father say the same?"

"N...No..." Scion said.

"No, he wouldn't," Christoph agreed. "You're a strong man, I can tell. You're strong, handsome and brave. Not everyone would spit at the feet of a king, you know. I want men like you as part of my kingdom, and one day we will take Atreon together and you can make your father pay for keeping you and your lover apart."

Scion was at a loss for words. It was tempting, so, so tempting. The dragon was promising so much. He could be with the man he loved, live as he wanted, and ultimately take revenge on his bastard of a father. Scion gulped hard, still looking into the deep, purple eyes of the dragon king in front of him. Slowly, very slowly, the wolf nodded his head.

"F...Fine..." Scion managed to say. It felt as if he was forcing the word past a brick wall.

The dragon's grin doubled in size.

"Perfect!" he laughed. "However, there is one thing we must do before we can officially consider you a part of this kingdom. An induction, if you will." Scion scowled at that. He knew there'd be a catch...

"Induction?" the wolf asked.

"You need to show me how subservient you are to me," Christoph told him. "You need to enjoy sex the way we do."

"And what does that mean?" Scion scowled.

Christoph stepped closer, his huge, bulky dragon body dwarfing the smaller wolf. He kept Scion's chin cupped in his hand, moving forward and bringing his muzzle close.

"I'm going to torture you," Christoph told him. "And you're going to enjoy it."

"Wha- hrrmph!" Scion's confused protesting was cut short when the dragon king rammed his long, draconic tongue down his throat, making him moan and gag on it as it was thrust deep into him.

Lestrade watched nearby as his king made out with their prisoner, the dragon grabbing his body and pulling him close, the wolf's chains rattling as Christoph made out with him deep and forcefully. Loud, wet, slurping noises echoed around the room, mixed in with the muffled whining of the wolf as the scaly king's tongue explored his maw, flitting around the inside of his mouth and getting in good and deep.

Christoph soon pulled back, a trail of spit connecting their tongues for a moment while Scion gasped for breath.

"You need to learn to love what we love here," Christoph told him, slowly circling around the wolf's naked form. He nodded to Lestrade who went over to a rack nearby, pulling down a long, cruel looking leather whip before handing it to his king. Scion gave the thing a worried look.

"And... what exactly do you love here?" asked Scion, though he already had an idea what the answer would be. Christoph brandished the whip and drew close, standing behind the prince and whispering into his ear.

"Pain," he growled, drawing back and cracking the whip just inches from the disgraced prince's body. Scion gasped; he barely had time to brace himself before the dragon king brought the whip back and sent it crashing across the wolf's exposed back.

"Nghh! Fuck!" Scion spat, fists clenched as he felt the long, leather thing slapping across his form.

"Does it hurt?" the king smirked, delivering another ruthless smack to Prince Scion's back. The wolf hissed and squirmed, his chains rattling.

"Ack! Y-yes!" he gasped, wincing as the whip kept crashing down on his body, the dragon ruthlessly punishing him while he wore a wide, mocking grin on his face. The combined noise of Scion's cries and the cracking of the whip echoed down the dungeon halls; no doubt every other prisoner down there could hear what was going on: the whipping and the agonized screaming of the once proud prince of Atreon...

The whipping continued. Christoph brutalized the poor wolf's back, bringing the whip down again and again while Lestrade stood nearby, watching his king going to town on the bound prince, Scion crying out in pain every single time the whip hit him.

Smack! "Arrrghhh!" Scion's back was burning, red marks criss-crossing along it and more being added every second as Christoph kept the whipping coming.

Christoph asked again, "Does it hurt?"

"Yes!" Scion cried out, eyes watering from the pain.

"What else are you feeling?" Christoph asked, smashing the whip down across Scion's shoulder blades.

"Nghh! I...It hurts...! T-that's it! It hurts!" Scion yelled, squirming in his chains, his exposed member bouncing around between his legs.

"Is that all?" said Christoph.

"Y-yes!" Scion panted in reply, grimacing as the burning sensation in his back intensified.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

_ _ "Stop!!" Scion screamed. "F-fuck! Please, stop! I-it hurts, damn you! Stop!!"

"Not yet," Christoph growled. "You'll learn to love this. I'll make sure you're begging for more punishment before the day is over." He continued whipping the prince, more red marks appearing beneath Scion's silvery fur, his cheeks a matted mess of tears at this point.

"S...top...!" Scion managed to choke out between yelps of pain, but the punishment just kept coming.

Again and again King Christoph brought the cruel leather whip down across the captive lupine's body, soon moving down and dragging it across Scion's rump which, despite all the whipping, had remained mostly untouched until now. Scion shivered as he felt the whip tickling across his cheeks.

"No..." Scion whined. "For Gods' sakes, stop th- nghh!!" Too late, Christoph brought the whip down across both Scion's cheeks, the wolf crying out in agony as he was tortured and humiliated. Within moments his ass was sporting the same red marks as the rest of his back was: bright red lines decorating both cheeks, burning into his skin and making him whine and sob.

Smack! Smack! Smack!...

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_ _ It felt like Scion had been there for hours, barely able to move, dangling there while the king of a rival country brutalized him and made him weep and sob openly, tears streaming down his face. It felt like there wasn't an inch on his back side that hadn't been abused by the dragon and his whip.

"Lestrade," Christoph said, passing the whip over to the lion who eagerly took it, caressing the tool and giving the bound wolf a cold, mischievous look while the dragon took up position behind Scion. Christoph's loincloth was distended; his fat, scaly cock had hardened from hearing the prince scream and for dishing out this much pain on the strong, proud lupine royal. That was something that never failed to get him hard: the agonized screams of his fucks. He loved abusing his whores until they were nothing more than whimpering masses of tears and various other fluids, and now his dragon cock was fully erect, pulsing under the single royal garment he had on staining it with pre. He quickly reached down and tore it off his body, discarding it on the filthy dungeon floor before stepping close to Scion's rear end, his member rubbing up against the wolf's sore cheeks.

"Ah!" Scion gave a pained hiss when he felt the dragon's strong hands groping at his burning asscheeks, squeezing them tight and sending surges of pain through his nethers. "H...Hurts...!"

"I bet it does," Christoph growled into the wolf's ear, hands still fondling him. "How bad does it hurt, little prince?"

Scion gulped before answering, "It... hurts... a l-lot..." Christoph just chuckled coldly, a finger tracing down the middle of Scion's ass and making the prince shiver at his touch. The dragon was soon grinding a single fat, scaly finger against his whore's entrance.

"I take it you're not too experienced back here?" Christoph breathed into the wolf's ear. Scion blushed furiously, recalling the day before when he'd been forced to take his caretaker's stallion cock inside him by Lestrade and his underlings. "Have you had many cocks back here, boy?"

"N-no..." Scion gulped. "My father-" He stopped himself there. He wasn't about to confide in these people, not to the king who'd had him kidnapped and was in the middle of torturing him.

"I'd assume your father wouldn't be too happy about his precious son taking another man's cock up his ass, hm?" Christoph smirked. Scion grimaced and winced. The king had got it in one: his father was too proud to let his son submit to anyone, let alone another male. He'd let his sons fuck other men, but the princes bottoming was out of the question. Real men don't submit, that was his logic, and his sons were real men.

"We'll let you fuck and be fucked by anyone you want," Christoph said, still whispering into Scion's ear, Christoph's warm breath rustling his fur. "Tempting, isn't it?" Scion didn't know what to say. It was. He'd be free of his father's oppression, he could be with Cliff, his caretaker and lover, could fuck whenever and however he liked... He gave out a loud gasp when he felt that thick draconic finger slipping into his passage, stretching his asshole wide around the thick digit as Christoph thrust it deep into him

"Nnf! Fuck!" Scion spat, squirming as he was violated.

"Mm, you're a tight one," Christoph grunted, finger slamming as deep into Scion's fuckhole as he could get it. "Maybe this will help you relax... Hrrm, where is it...?" Scion felt Christoph's finger pressing against his walls, exploring him deep, penetrating his body. Suddenly, Scion felt it hit something, something that made him yelp in surprise, eyes going wide and his still flaccid member twitch. Christoph smirked, "Ah, found it!" Christoph began massaging that spot, his finger toying and teasing with the wolf's inexperienced prostate.

Scion began to pant, his toes curling and body going tense.

"W-what are you... doing...?!" he whined, thrashing about in his chains as the bigger male began fingering his tight, furry ass, finger working at his hole and pressing firmly against his sweet spot.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Christoph growled. "Are you going to moan for me? Go on, proud prince of Atreon... Moan for the superior male!" He got in right up to the knuckle, finger grinding against Scion's prostate, the wolf shaking about. Scion couldn't help it, the sensations coursing through his body overwhelmed him and he opened his mouth to give out several loud, high-pitched and deeply submissive cries for the strong, dominant dragon king.

"That's it, moan for me!" Christoph laughed, his fingering growing harder and rougher, the wolf whimpering all the while as he was violated.

"Oooh! Oh, fuck! I-I- this is too much!" Scion cried out, chest rising and falling rapidly with his panting breaths.

"You'll feel pleasures like this every day as part of our kingdom," Christoph growled. "Just swear your allegiance to me, little prince."

"Ngggh! Unnf!" Scion kept whining, but he didn't answer Christoph's demands.

"Maybe this will convince you," Christoph growled and nodded to Lestrade who stepped closer, whip still in hand.

"W-what are you- unnf!" Scion couldn't finish the question, his voice deteriorated into whimpering groans halfway through.

"I told you we'd make you enjoy the pain," Christoph said. "And I stand by that." He nodded to Lestrade again who cracked his whip. Scion shook his head desperately.

"No!" he gasped. "No more whipping, please!" Lestrade ignored him and got to work, bringing his whip smacking down hard across Scion's front, leaving a harsh red mark across his chest. Scion screamed out, pain surging through his body as the whip came down again and again, pummelling his body and leaving marks all over it. It hurt and it burned and it made Scion's eyes water once again... But there was something else this time. That pain became mixed with the pleasure in his ass, the feel of his prostate being fondled and played with. Scion had never felt anything like it before: the searing pain mingling in with the immense pleasure...

He looked down in surprise when he felt his maleness starting to twitch and grow, hardening as Lestrade whipped him and Christoph fingered him.

"Prrrr! That's better," Lestrade laughed, looking down at the wolf's now fully hard cock. Christoph took note of the prince's newfound hardness, his smirk widening.

"I'll ask you again," Christoph growled quietly, seductively into Scion's ear. "How does it feel?"

"It... It hurts..." Scion whined, instinctively humping into the air as his cock leaked pre down his aching shaft.

"And what else do you feel?"

"I... It... I feel..." Scion didn't know how to answer, but he soon managed to find his words, forcing them past his lips. "It's... It's good."

"You're enjoying it?" Christoph asked, jamming his finger in hard.

"Nghh! Y...Yes... Oh, fuck, yes!" Scion cried out, the whip crashing across his soft, furry belly and making him yelp. "Oh, gods, I enjoy it!!"

Dragon and lion laughed at him, Lestrade continuing the whipping while Scion squirmed and whined, panting loudly and humping into the air as he was fingered and abused, a myriad feelings pulsing through his entire body, making his shaft pulse and throb. Christoph wouldn't show the wolf's prostate any mercy. He kept fingering it, pummelling it with his finger and listening to the whimpering moans coming from his whore.

Scion could feel something building up inside him, his furry, lupine balls clenching as the attention to his body continued. He huffed and gasped, toes curling and his arms and legs tugging against his metal bonds. He humped the air, yelping whenever he felt that whip hitting his body leaving yet another red mark across him. Scion clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow, hands balling into fists.

Tilting his head up, Scion gave out a deafening cry as he thrust his hips forward, every sensation in his body being accentuated as Christoph's finger slammed against his prostate. Lestrade's whip came crashing down on his midsection the moment Scion came, his cock throbbing as it erupted all over the dungeon floor, his seed splattering over Lestrade's feet as he came load after load.

His kidnappers and tormentors treated him to the most intense orgasm the young prince had felt in his entire life. He came until his nuts ached, several thick streams of wolf cum being fired across the room, decorating the far wall with the stuff, the last of his load oozing out of his cock head and down his shaft. Panting, exhausted and spent, Scion rested back in his chains, whining pitifully, his cock twitching and covered in his own cum.

At Christoph's order, Lestrade stopped the whipping. The dragon then slowly slid his finger out of the wolf's hole, his hands going to caress the prince's burning asscheeks.

"You understand what we were trying to show you, don't you?" Christoph said, stepping closer and making Scion gasp when he felt that warm, wet cock pressing between his cheeks. Scion nodded slowly.

"I... I do..." he whimpered. Christoph had been trying to show him the pleasure of pain in sex... and he'd succeeded.

"Mrrrr, good little prince. But I'm not done with you just yet."

With that, Christoph began grinding his cock against Scion's hole, already slightly stretched from the fingering he'd just gotten. Scion gasped but otherwise remained silent, panting as he felt his hole being teased by the slick, wet tip of the dragon's scaly cock.

"Hm? Not begging for us to stop anymore?" Christoph smirked. Scion answered with a quiet, barely audible whine. "What's that? Speak up, boy!"

"D...D..." Scion couldn't get the words out. He braced himself, taking in a long, deep breath before forcing himself to speak. "Do me."

"Heh, what was that?" Christoph asked in a mocking tone. Scion gulped.

"D-do me..." he repeated. "I... I want you to fuck me... Please...?"

"Well... since you need it so bad..."

He gripped Scion's ass tight, grinding his cock against the wolf's ass before thrusting forward and burying himself deep into the prince's boypussy.

"Arrghh!!" Scion screamed as he felt himself being speared on that massive thing, the cock stretching him wide and painfully, his body tightening around the intruding member. Scion moaned, "Oh, gods! F-fuck! M-more, please! I need more!" The dragon king was more than happy to give him what he wanted forcefully shoved his entire cock deep into the lupine's fuckhole, his shaft pulsing against his walls and making the bitch squirm and writhe for him.

Before long Christoph had hilted inside his whore, his hard draconic cock jammed as far into Scion's body as it was going to get. He started to fuck, pounding away at the prince's cunt and eliciting more loud, high-pitched moans from Scion.

"Tell me how it feels!" Christoph snarled.

"Good!" Scion moaned in reply. "So good! Y-your amazing! Fuck me, please!!"

"Swear your allegiance to me!" Christoph growled, ruthlessly pounding away at the smaller male's hole. "Call me your king!"

Scion hesitated for a very brief, split second, but his will and pride had crumbled. It didn't take much coercing for him to give the dragon what he wanted.

"Yes, my king!" he screamed. "I swear my allegiance to you, King Christoph! F-fuck me, my lord! My king! Fuck my cunt, it belongs to you, my king!!"

"Haha! Good little fuckslut!" Christoph roared with laughter, mercilessly breeding the wolf's fuckhole, hammering away at him and making the wolf scream and moan. Christoph reached around the wolf's body, gripping him and holding him tightly as he slammed his entire cock into him with every powerful thrust he gave until his own scaly dragon balls prepared to unload themselves inside the disgraced prince.

Snarling with pleasure, Christoph continued breeding his whore as he finally reached climax, his scaly manhood pulsing as it came deep inside Scion's needy body, the stuff flooding his bowels, seeping out around the sides of his cock.

"Ohhh! S-Sir!" Scion whined, his body trembling as his ass was filled with the cum of his new lord and king.

Christoph gave him a few more hard, deep thrusts, coaxing the last of his cum from his low-hanging dragon nuts. Spent, the king then yanked his cock out and gave Scion a mocking smack to the side of his ass, getting a surprised yelp from him.

"Get him down from there," Christoph said to Lestrade who quickly got to work unbinding the prince and letting the used, humiliated wolf collapse onto the cum-stained floor. Christoph glared down at him.

"You made the right choice, little prince," the dragon said. "This is only a taste of what our kingdom has to offer. You'll experience pleasures you'd never thought possible here." He stepped over and offered a hand to the wolf who slowly took it in his own trembling hand, letting the scaly male help him to his shaky feet.

"Don't worry, we'll make you feel right at home," Christoph told the wolf. "I anticipated that you'd accept my offer, and so we've already had a room made up for you. Come, we'll take you to it." Scion nodded silently and followed the dragon and lion out of the dungeon, up several flights of stairs to the floor where the more noble of the castle's workers lived.

Scion wondered what his father would do if he found out about this... About his own son submitting like he had. He'd be furious. His own son screaming and moaning, not only for another male, but for the king of a rival country. A wry smirk broke out on Scion's face as he imagined his bastard of a father's rage.

"Fuck him," Scion thought. "I can do whatever I want here. I'll be happier here. Especially with Cliff."

Scion was brought to his new chambers. A decently sized room with a large bed in the far centre. Not as fanciful as he was used to, being a prince and all, but it would do.

"I take it you'll want some company," Christoph said, letting the wolf into his new room. "Specific company, I mean." Scion gave him a curious look and the dragon gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Of course, I mean your dear stallion. Lestrade here will go and fetch him, you may stay here and get used to your new chambers. Come, Lestrade." With that, the two of them were gone, leaving Scion alone with his thoughts. He sat on the edge of his bed, leaking cum, still naked and covered in red marks.

He had a lot of thinking to do. He could hear his own voice echoing in his thoughts, the way he'd submitted to the dragon, how he'd moaned and cum for him and how, in his sex-crazed state, he had sworn allegiance to King Christoph... He was expecting post-orgasm regret to set in at any time, but it never came. He wasn't ashamed and he didn't regret anything. He was part of Kroscious now, King Christoph's kingdom, and he didn't regret it at all.

And so he sat there, leaking cum, becoming increasingly resolute in his decision as the seconds passed. Eventually he heard footsteps approaching, the door handle turning and the door opening with a groaning squeak. Scion looked up to see his caretaker standing in the doorway: his big, handsome, stallion lover.

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