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"You WHAT?!" Aiden's Lord roared. The big cat paced back and forth, his tail lashing behind him. The lion's scent was tinged with anger.

"I'm sor--" he started to say before a heavy paw wacked him across his jaw. He quickly shut his muzzle and coward back, afraid the Lord would strike again if he spoke again.

Lord Ashton gave Aiden a hard stare. "You're apologizes are meaningless . . . I required one thing from you: steal what I asked, and don't get caught--and you fucked up the last part!" He looked like he wanted to cuff Aiden again, and the fox hoped he wouldn't. His lord was heavy-pawed, and Aiden's muzzle still stung.

A large polar bear, the lord's adviser, and Aiden's master stood off near the thrown. "My Lord," Lord Barlow said. "Aiden did manage to steal the document, without getting caught--parse. He was disguised to look like a swift fox." The white bear wasn't saying this for Aiden's sake. Aiden new better than that--his master and Commanding Officer can be a very cruel man. He was just covering his own ass. "And he has been useful to us before. I'd advise some leniency."

The lion scowled at Aiden and then at Lord Barlow. His tail lashing even more and his fur bristling before he waved a paw and said, "Fine." Lord Ashton walked over to Aiden and grasped the fox's muzzle in his paw and forced him to stare into his eyes. "Tell me everything that happened afterward you were seen--and don't you dare lie to me, or I'll know."

Aiden could feel the sharp pin-pricks of his lord's claw as they were slowly extended. He briefly wondered if he should tell what happened between him and King David. But Lord Ashton was right, the lion had a gift of knowing when Aiden was lying to him. So, he relayed what happened once he was spotted--including the part where fucked the King.

Lord Ashton let got of his muzzle, and roared with laughter. "Of course," he said, his chest heaving as he belted out another laugh. "The little cock sucker is always pining over a nice cock,"--and then his gaze fell on the fox before he leaned back down, a wicked grin creased his scarred muzzle--"so are you, aren't you? Your kind can't seem to function with out a cock in you. Its disgusting is what it is." The last part was said with such venom, it made Aiden's ears and tail quiver. His stomach churned as if he felt sick.

Lord Ashton turned and stared out a nearby window; it was evening outside. The oranges hue in the sky started to bleed into night. The lion had his paws clasped behind his back, tail tip flicking in contemplation. "This may word in our favor . . ." he said. "See if you can procure some documents to let your mutt to work at his castle." He turned to the polar bear. "You may leave."

The white bear bowed. "Yes, my Lord," he replied. "Aiden, follow me." The two existed the lord's chamber before making their way down the long hallway to Lord Barlow's office. Once inside, the bear turned on Aiden and cuffed him so hard on the muzzle, Aiden saw stares. "How dare you embarrass me in front of our lord," Lord Barlow snarled, and grabbed Aiden by the collar of his shirt. He pressed his nose close to Aiden's, and the fox could smell the strong scent of anger in the ursin's scent. "Do you want to go back to being a whore?!"

Aiden shook his head vigorously, his ears completely folded back and his tail curled between his legs submissively. A whine--which he hated--escaped his lips. Even to this day, he was still terrified of the man. Something the polar bear had severally beaten into him.

"Remember I still own_you!" he said. "And I can do with you whatever I want. The only reason you're spying and stealing for our lord is because I saw potential in you. I treat you well enough, gave you your own place--gave you a small amount of _my money to do with what you wish, and this is how you repay me? I shall overlook this, but fail us again, and you'll go back to being some man's fuck-hole. Do you understand me?"

Aiden nodded and cast his eyes down. "Yes, my lord."

The bear let go of Aiden, and the fox slumped back the large wooden door, trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves. He hated the man! Forcing him to sell and use his body for other man--even bear used him for his own pleasure, when his need arose.

"Leave my sight," Lord Barlow growled, waving the fox away.

Aiden bowed stiffly and left the room. He made his way out of the palace to the small apartment his master leased for him. He went the around the bakery his home sat on top off. Once he up the stairs and inside, he fell onto his small cot, burying his face under the pillow. He was exhausted from the days long ride back, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep. Here were things he's sure he should do, but he didn't want to think about them.

He turned around on the cot and rested his head back on the pillow, resting a paw on behind his head. His eyes wandered his small home. As much has he hated his master, the bear did give him his own space. Though Aiden felt like it was a minor inconvenience for the bear. But that didn't mean he wasn't being watched by Lord Barlow's men. As the bear said, he was still owned, and he had to keep track of his property.

And that fact he was still owned by the disgusting polar bear, still made him cry at nights--that he had no freedom, absolutely killed him inside. Most nights he can get by, but some nights it was too much.

He couldn't run or hide, his master would send someone to fetch him, and if that happened his master would do horrible things to him to make him regret it.

He was trapped . . . .

A long time ago, Aiden ran. He ran for his life; but without his sack with cloths, and no coin, he was cold and hungry. Only surviving with temporary comfort from those he sheltered him for a day, or people who pitied him enough to give him their scraps. But even that was not enough for awhile, so he started stealing coin from nobles who wondered the streets. Unfortunately, he pickpocketed the wrong man: Lord Barlow, his master now.

It seemed like he was struck with one misfortune after another. So many things that happened to him, that led him to this point. He often wished he could go back to the time before things happened.

Aiden closed his eyes and hoped to get some sleep, but than there was a knock on the door. He sighed and got up and opened the door to find a tall wolf standing outside. He had a basket clenched in his paw.

Kelvin looked down at him and smiled. The wolf was one of the men his master had assigned to watch over Aiden. Not that the fox minded. Kelvin was kind to him. Maybe he was in a similar situation Aidens in now. Aiden knew the wolf has worked for his master for long time. He was the only one of Lord Barlow's men that he didn't mind doing sexual favors for.

Kelvin treated him like a living being, and not some common whore he could toss aside after he was done. Speaking of the wolf, he held up the basket to Aiden's sensitive nose, and Aiden's tail started wagging. He smelled sandwiches--and they smelled fresh too.

Aiden took the basket and ushered the tall canine inside. He deposited the basket onto a table and took out its contents. There were two sandwiches, some slices of cheese and a small bottle of what smelled like mead.

Aiden was about to get cups for them before he paused and turned toward the canine. His tall ears tipped back and he gave Kelvin a long stare.

"What?" the wolf asked.

Aiden put the cups on the table. "What brought this on." He gestured toward the food.

Kelvin's ears splayed, and for a tall, bulky wolf, he was switching from foot to foot. Something was wrong. "Can't a guy be nice and bring you food?"

Aiden scuffed and than sighed. "Kelvin . . . I like you. You're kind too me. But this isn't some surprise visit. What does Master want?"

Kelvin blow out a breath and took a seat in one of the two chairs at the table. "Master sent me to watch over you. He was worried you'd try something after this evening. I asked him what I was to do. He said, 'It is of no importance to me. Fuck him for all I care, but he does not leave his room'. I'm sorry, truly, but you cannot leave."

Aiden ran a nervous paw through his headfur. "What does he think I'm going to do?!" Aiden shouted. "Trust me . . . I've learned not to rebel long ago--I still have the scar to prove it . . . I don't have anywhere to go. Do you know what it's like to be caged here? I can't . . ." He shuddered, unable to speak do the circumstance he's stuck in. He ambled over to the other chair and sat down. His ears were all the way back and his tail laid lifeless against him.

The wolf reached over and encompassed his large paws around Aiden's. "I know . . . this is hard. Believe me, I do. But you could have a worse master--I know from experience. Yes, our master can be cruel. But you'd be with far worse."

Aiden stared at the wolf with mild disgust. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He was temped to rip his paws away, but he didn't. What he couldn't seem to understand, if Kelvin knew what it was like to be owned, or to work for his master--why continue doing so? Why work for a man who used to own him? Maybe to still trapped like Aiden, but it didn't seem like it.

"Yes . . . no . . . I don't know," the wolf stuttered. "I don't usually have conversations like this with Master's . . . assets."

Assets . . . that's all we truly are to that man. Purchases he can barter and abuse, Aiden thought vehemently. At that thought, he did take back his paws. As nice as Kelvin is, he still works for the man who owns him, and he's not here for a social call.

He look at the food, and as good as it looked and smelled, he suddenly lost his appetite.

Kelvin seemed to sense this. "Please," he said. He grabbed the two cups, and bottle of mead and poured them both a drink. "Drink. It'll help distract you about this whole thing, and the food delicious."

Aiden couldn't disagree about that, or the alcohol. And there was something they could do that would for sure distract him. But he'll have to down the bottle beforehand and see what mood he'd be in afterward.

After some debate, Aiden finally decided join the wolf for dinner.

Aiden lay in bed, trying to dispel the effects from the mead. Wolf's arms were wrapped around him. He turned away from the naked sleeping wolf, and those arms tightened around him. Though he enjoyed sleeping with the canine. There was no intimacy between them--sure there was some kinship between them, but it didn't go past that.

Not unlike the King. Just the though of the muscled lion, made his body yearn for more. His body shuddered at the memory of his touch, and his lips tingled from their kiss. He lifted his paw to his muzzle and brushed a finger pad against his lips.

As if a muscle-memory his loins grew warm, and his tail lifted a bit. He couldn't seem to help it. Not that it mattered now. This little fantasy he was having, he had to let go of it. The lion and him could never be a thing.

Aiden turned back around and buried his muzzle the wolf's chest fur. At least could find a little comfort in the wolf, even if it was just brief.

The next two days were busy, with his master obtaining documents to allow Aiden to work at the castle. Apparently, he knows a trader he could "sell" the fox's contract too. But that took almost a week to be approved, all the while, him and his master went over his cover story, if this trader were to ask him questions. No one is to know he lives in Fenlic, which is owned by Lord Ashton. His mission, while there, was to survey the castle--all its entrances and exits. But he was also tasked with seeing if he could get an audience with King David. Then he was to see if he could . . . work information out of the King. That wasn't going to be easy, though. The lion was smart, so he'd have to be careful on his wording and phrase his questions cautiously.

After some time, the document was approved, and him and his master prepared for their journey. And it was a long and miserable one. The days were cold and wet as it rained almost everyday, and Aiden didn't have best sleeping arrangements, so he was exhausted constantly. All he had to sleep was a small tent with holes, and a small ratty blanket he could barely cover himself with--all the while his master had a nice big tent and actual warm blankets to sleep in.

His master offered to shear his pleasantries of the fox, but only if he were to held . . . alleviate some of his stress from this trip. Aiden flat-out refused and went back to his dingy tent to try and get some rest. On top of his piss-poor living arrangements, he was constantly reminded that if he fucked this up, he would suffer dearly for it.

It was late afternoon by the time the reached the outskirts of King David's kingdom. They stopped just shy of a tavern where Lord Barlow was meeting this _friend_of his, Lord Vasely.

Lord Barlow stood in front of his spy and gave him a quick once over to make sure he looked presentable; Aiden was sure. A large white paw adjusted the collar locked around the fox's neck. "Here," he said palming the fox the key to his collar. "Keep this safe and hidden so you can use it to walk around."

Aiden took the key and stored it in a secret pouch inside his loin cloth. "Yes Master," Aiden grumbled.

A quick paw wrapped around his muzzle and squeezed. "Know your place, boy," the polar bear growled. "You know your mission. Remember, if you succeed, you'll earn your freedom back. Our lord has a plan--so don't fuck up your part."

So much of this plan was still a mystery to the fox, but the prospect of earning his freedom stilled his tongue. So, he kept his muzzle shut and nodded.

Once every week he was to report back to his master at the very tavern they were outside, and relay what he had learned. While inside the castled, he was to stay with the other servants this mystery man within the castle owned, and complete whatever chores needed to be done . . . or whatever noble needed "attention". The latter unsettled Aiden, but there wasn't much he could about it. He hated having to whore himself again. He had no problem having sex with men--he quite enjoyed--but this . . . this was different. He had no matter in the choice; it was something he was forced to do, instead of wanting to. But being a servant, especially if he had to service some of the noblemen. It was just apart of his job.

Whatever it takes, Aiden thought. I'll endure it to be free again. When his master first laid out his proportion, he thought the man was joking, taunting him. He jumped at the chance never the less; whether it was real or not.

The sun was high in the sky, and the immense castle loomed in the distance. Tall spires held the entrance, and reliefs decorated the top of the entrance. The castle was beautiful, with marvelous sculptures and designs crafted into the foundation. But beside beauty of the large structure, it was also a symbol of power and royalty. It was also a fortress, that has stood the test of time. If Aiden remembered correctly, there had been many attacks on the castle, but here it still stood.

Aiden reached up a paw and tried to adjust the collar as best as he could, but still it scrapped against his skin and fur comfortably. He slid claw around the tight metal band and turned it this way or that, and eventually gave up.

Several people pasted by Aiden and his new "master", and no one bothered to give the fox a second glance. Self-absorbed bastards, Aiden thought. Still, kept his eyes and muzzle down and tried to look like the very life had been taken from him--which wasn't far from the truth . . .

As they go closer, those giant castle doors came into view. Aiden didn't think he would've gotten a second chance to see those doors, or pass through them like he did at the banquet.

They were stopped imminently at the entrance by a guard, a tall bear with a frown. "State your business here?" he asked. He looked down at Aiden, his arms crossed.

The bobcat scowled at him. "I have a new fuck toy for the nobles," he plainly stated.

The bear raised a brow and let out a gruff, "Hmm." He held up his enormous paw. "Papers?"

The feline ignored the bear and started to move forward until bear grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"How dare you touch me, you heathen!" the cat snarled. "Do you know who I am?"

The guard growled down at him. He wasn't going to budge. "Papers," he repeated sternly.

Lord Vasely scuffed. "This is outrageous." But still, he reached inside his satchel and withdrew Aiden's contract, handing them to the guard.

The guard took them and looked them over. He looked from man to Aiden before nodding and handing them back.

The bobcat snatched the papers from the guard's large paw before stuffing them back inside his bag. He shot the guard one more nasty glare, which didn't seem to faze him, before yanking on the leash attached to Aiden's collar. "Let's go," he said simply. He started grumbling about his social standing in the castle and how could he be treated in such a manner?

The rambling went on, so it was easy for Aiden to tune him out. He was lost in his own thoughts at the moment. He noticed there was an abundance of guards patrolling around, of stationed at areas. This is going to making things hard, he thought. He couldn't get caught sneaking around.

" . . . your masters given you a lot of leniency. . ." the bobcat said, breaking Aiden from his thoughts. He tugged on the rope that connected to Aiden's collar. "Keep walking." He tugged again, this time rougher, and almost made the fox. He took Aiden down a long corridor, past servants and nobles, and some of the nobles, mostly felines, eyed him with a lustful gaze. Aiden, could practically hear their thoughts, fresh meat to fuck.

Some of them were good looking. But, if Aiden admitted to himself, they weren't the feline he was craving for. Just thinking of being in the presence of the King made him a little hard, to the point he could feel his tip emerging. Calm yourself down, he told himself. He hoped it won't show in his scent.

The bobcat took Aiden down another corridor until they reached a seemingly uninteresting door, and past inside. Inside the space wasn't as furnished and simple living space. There was a small communal eating space, off to the side was what looked like a bathtub behind a curtain for privacy. In the center of the wall was a small fire going, and on the other side was a set of sleeping cots.

But before they entered, Aiden noticed how door blended into the wall. Out of sight, out of mind, Aiden thought. Most people didn't like to see where these kinds of servants lived at. This was slightly better than what he used to live in, but not by much.

"Eat if you need to, but after that, you are to shadow one of my servants and help. Also, as you can see there aren't that many cots around, so you'll need to share one with one of the other ones here . . ." The bobcat said. "Nickolas!"

At the mention of his name, a young otter's ears perked. A timid otter scurried over. His eyes were cast down and his ears were folded back. "Yes, Master Vasey," he asked in a soft, but high, voice.

The bobcat gestured toward Aiden. "He is to work with you until he gets a lay of the castle, as well he will be bunking with you."

Nickolas bowed his head solemnly.

"Good," Lord Vasey said. "Now, I have somethings to attend to, but, fox, I'd like to see you in my chamber later tonight. Your master praised about you . . . skills. I'm looking forward to seeing how good you are . . . "

Aiden suppressed a growl and nodded. "Yes, my Lord." Already he hated this man.

With that, Lord Vasey was off.

Aiden turned toward Nickolas, smiled and held out his paw. "Aiden," he said.

Nickolas looked down at the paw, then into Aiden's eyes. Aiden could see the pity in them. "I'm sorry for tonight . . . Master is not a gentle man, just to let you know . . ." Nickolas said. He reached out and clasped Aiden's paw, shaking it. "Nickolas. But you can all me Nick."

Aiden smiled again, and rubbed the mustelid's paw against his nose to formularize himself with the scent. "I'll be fine," he reassured the otter. "I'm pretty used to . . . rough men."

Nick didn't seem to sure, but let it drop. Aiden sensed Nick wasn't fond of talking about his master. Aiden couldn't really blame him since it was the same with him and his own master.

"So, um . . . you hungry?" Aiden asked.

Nick nodded and together a plate of day-old bread and a small bowl of broth one or the servants was making. The sat on the small cot Nick had clamed as his.

As Aiden ate, he wondered if the bed was big enough to hold them both. _ I guess we'll find out tonight,_ he thought. He took a bite of his bread, and surveyed his surroundings. He noticed must of the servants went about their own business, and hardly talked to each other. Aiden knew being owned could to that to you. You just wanted to be left alone. You had to worry about yourself, and not any other poor soul to be owned.

When he turned back around, he noticed Nick had stopped eating and was staring at his tail. Nick's paw was close to it, and kept slowly inching towards it.

"Is something the matter?" he asked, flicking his tail against the paw for his own amusement.

Nick looked up. "Hmm, what?" he asked.

"Is something wrong with my tail?"

"Um . . . no . . ." Nick mumbled. "It's just that it looks so soft and warm. I-I've never really been this close to a . . . fox before. Your fur is really beautiful. Would it . . . would it be ok if I pet your tail?" Nick's faced reddened. He looked deeply embarrassed.

Aiden found it doubtful Nick has never seen a fox before--or at least interacted with one. Actually, now that he thought about it, he hasn't one fox awhile being there. Sure, there were some canines like wolves and coyotes, but no foxes. This kingdom was predominately populated by felines.

Aiden broke his revere and looked back at the Nickolas, finding his fascination with his tail cute.

At first all Nick did was rest his paw on Aiden's tail, and then slowly his fingers buried into the russet hued fur. Nick's own tail swayed in excitement. "It's very soft," he commented. He stroked the fox's tail gently, combing his fingers through it.

Aiden couldn't help but giggle. "Why thank you. I try to take as much care for it as I can."

"I . . . if you'd like, I could brush your tail for you," Nick smiled. He looked genuinely happy to do it.

Aiden patted Nick's shoulder and said, "You don't have, if you want to."

Nick looked up and smiled--really smiled. "But I want too. I-I know you don't know me, and I don't know me, and I know we just met. But you seem nice, and I like you."

At that the fox blushed. This otter seemed to want to please people, at least to Aiden it did. He didn't know if that was a good trade or bad. "If that's what you want," he said--and the otter's smile widened. "But only if I can brush your fur as well."

Nick nodded his head enthustically and his tail swayed behind him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm not usually like this . . . most of the others keep to themselves, but you actually talk to me. No one ever really talks to me."

Aiden reached out and help Nick's paw. "It's ok. I understand where you're coming from. Why don't you go grab that brush and I'll start brushing you while we talk? Sound good?"

Nick quickly fetched the brush. It was a rotting old thing with quite a few bristles missing, but it was better than nothing. This was probably used by the people who had to look presentable for clients. Where as most of the people here didn't care how matted their fur looked. Only a few people, mostly the women, looked well brushed. They were the "entertainment" for any aroused noblemen in need.

Like he was soon to be again. His master's clients always assumed because he's a fox, he's some cock-slut who needs a good breeding under his tail. Almost all of his clients were so smug about it. Teasing him, asking him to beg for it. And he hated it--was disgusted to be used by such fowl men. But he didn't have a choice in the matter and played the part of a needy whore.

And some men . . . some liked to hurt him . . . reviled in the pain they caused him. To this day he still had scars from some of those men--both mentally and psychically. And his master . . . that bastard let them! Told them not to bloody him up to much. Just the memory of it all made his body shudder violently.

It was late in the evening when a servant came by and said Lord Vesay requested his presence. Aiden sighed and got up, mentally preparing himself.

Nick reached up and gently held Aiden's wrist. Aiden could see the fear in the poor otter's eyes. He patted the top of the otter's head. "It'll be ok," he said, but even he wasn't so sure. He didn't know this man or how he treated his slave. But judging from the otter's reaction, it didn't bode well from him. "I'll be back before you know it."

An hour later, Aiden's ass was sore, and not in the fun sort of way. He was just thankful the bobcat lubed him up first. Still though, as Nick mentioned, Lord Vesay was non to gentle--the asshole barely gave him anytime to adjust! And true to his skill set, he used all of them to get the feline off as quickly as possible. It took a little longer than he hoped . . .

Once back inside the servant's corridors, he drew himself a small bath, and vigorously tried to scrub of the cat's non to pleasant scent. All the servants were sound asleep, which didn't surprise him--even Nick was sleep.

Aiden shivered as he splashed cold water over his face, and tried to wash out that nasty taste of Lord Vasey from his maw. He hated the man, and he hated his own master. He couldn't decide who he hated more. After some though, it was his master--paw down. Lord Barlow was just more sadistic.

His ears perked at the sound of ruffled sheets. "Aiden," a tired otter called out. The mustelid pulled the curtain back, and kneeled down by the bath tube.

"Do you need help," he asked. He grabbed cup from Aiden's paw, dunked it in the water, and poured it over the shivering fox.

"Thank you, Nick," Aiden chattered, before to took the cup back and did it again to himself. "But I got it, go ahead back to bed. I'll be right there."

Nick just kneeled there and watched.

Aiden sighed and continued washing himself, deciding the let the otter stay. All but a faint trace of the bobcat's scent lingered by the time he was finished. It was a long day, and he was tired, but his fur was still damp, and he hated sleeping with wet fur.

He got up and quickly started rubbed his body down with a towel near by. He gave himself a quick shake to make sure no droplets remand.

Nick adverted his eyes, when Aiden stood up--considering the fox's sheath was at level with his eyes and short muzzle. Aiden quickly turned away to save Nick from the embarrassment, smiling a little.

Once his fur was dry, him and Nick tiredly crawled into bed together, with the otter's back pressed against his front. He snaked his arm under their small pillow and used it to cradle Nick's head, and then draped his tail over Nick's small body like a pillow. "Comfortable," he asked.

Nick nodded and buried his face into Aiden's arm.

Good, he thought. Though it took awhile to fall asleep, he finally managed after a few minutes.

The next day was a busy one. Though he wasn't called to entertain anyone, he was still had things to do. He had to draw a bath for a few nobles, to helping out in the kitchen, to cleaning out one of noble's chamber pots.

After he was finished, he wondered if he'd be able to smell anything ever again. This was a task both him and Nick were supposed to do, but he offered to do it if Nick went to help one of the other servants with a more easier, and let smelling, task.

By mid day they were able to they were able to take a small break and get something to eat. Back in the servant's corridors, they were served broth again, but this time, it actually had some meat in it.

They chatted and told stories. At least, Aiden told stories and Nick just sat there and listened, smiling. They were just about to get back to work, when a tall bear walked up to Aiden and said the King's sister, Madelyn, requested new set of sheets to be brought up to her chambers. Said he wanted to knew fox to do it.

So here stood Aiden, fresh linen sheets tightly clenched in his paws. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before he rapped on the large oak door. His tail tip kept twitching in a nervous tick. He was so surprised that the King's sister requested the new servant.

"You may enter," a feminine voice called out.

Aiden shook himself and smiled, before opening the door and stepped inside. He quickly bowed once he saw the lioness, and said "My Lady." When he looked up, he saw the lioness was wearing a long, flowing sundress. The dress was a gorgeous emerald green with gold trimming to help accent the fabric, and it both hugged her hips and showed off her feminine form.

"You come closer," she beckoned. Her voice was soft and warm. It sounded very inviting. She smiled when Aiden got closer and stuck out her paw.

Aiden quickly bowed and pressed his lips to the velvet, soft paw. He tried to keep the nervous tension from his ears, and after a bit of control, they finally relaxed.

Lady Madelyn laughed. The laugh was rich and rang. "Thank you, but that is not necessary." She clasped Aiden's paw and gave it a light shake before releasing it.

"My apologies my Lady," he said. When he looked up, he saw the lioness was quite pretty--though, not was good longing was the King. She had similar fur to her brother, and the same light brown eyes as well. He could see why men males would find her attractive. And like most lions, she had a prowess to her, that was mildly alluring.

"Your new set of sheets," he sais holding up the bundle in his paws.

"Oh yes," she said. "You may change them."

Aiden went about changing the sheets, folding the dirty ones and setting them aside. And before long was bed was completely made again.

Though, when he was working on his task, he couldn't help but notice the Lady kept staring at him when he wasn't looking, and she had a puzzling look on her face.

He grabbed the dirty sheets and stood in front of the lioness. "Is there anything else you may need, my Lady."

Lady Madelyn bent down close to him, studying his face. Again, that puzzling expression crossed her features, her brows furrowing down. "You look familiar," she inquired.

Instantly Aiden's fur stood on end. His tail bristled and his large brown ears caressed back. Had she recognized him from the night of the ball? No, his fur was masked, she couldn't have, could she? He didn't remember seeing her there.

He stood there, waiting from a response from her. He tries to keep his features relaxed, and his scent neutral.

Then, was if a candle was lit, Lady Madelyn's muzzle pulled into a wide grin, and her eyes sparkled. Aiden could see something going though her head.

Oh fuck, he thought.

Her grin widened and her tail swished behind her. She leaned back and crossed her arms, tapping a finger against her arm. "I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Aiden couldn't help but whine. Somehow the new this wasn't a good thing . . . .

Aiden's back was pressed against the wall, and his claws frantically tried finding purchase in the stone wall, but to no avail. He huffed out a breath as he looked down; his legs were hoisted over the king's shoulders, and the lion's muzzle was buried deep in the fox's lap.

King David gave Aiden's sheath another long, wet lick, and that caused Aiden's toes to curl.

Aiden was surprised the lion could hold him up like this, though he couldn't deign it was hot! With another paw of that tongue, Aiden let out a heated moan. The more that tongue bathed his sheath, the more his arousal emerged. "Oooohhhh . . ." he moaned. Instinctively he placed his paws on the sides of the lion's head and pulled that muzzle further onto his cock.

King David chuckled and brushed the side of his muzzle against Aiden's damp erection, claiming it was his. As much as King David was enjoying this position, Aiden was sure his back wasn't loving it.

The lion tapped Aiden's leg, and mumbled, "We're going to the bed, hold on."

That abrasive tongue gave his shaft another pass, and Aiden wanted to tell the king he shouldn't talk with his muzzle. But he held his tongue, since the king couldn't seem to.

King David slipped the cock from his muzzle, and slowly lowered Aiden until their hips met. Aiden wrapped his legs around the lion's toned hips and clung to him as they backed away from the wall.

Together they made their way to the bed, and once they got to the edge of it, Aiden let go, falling on the soft feather mattress. He stretched out on the bed; he lazily rubbed a paw against his stomach before his paw reached down lower. While looking the lion dead in the eyes, he stroked his hard shaft, licking his lips slowly.

King David chuckled before getting down onto his knees. He leaned down and gave Aiden's shaft small little licks.

"Mmm," he murmured. "That feels great." He gave a teasing thrust at the feline's muzzle.

"Patience," the king said. He reached over and grabbed that special vile with the arousing smelling oil. He dabbed a good amount on to his middle finger before placing it against Aiden's entrance. With one swift, slow motion, he pressed his slick finger into him, while taking Aiden's cock in his muzzle. He kept slipping his finger in until he felt Aiden's special spot, and kept lowering his muzzle until his lips touched his knot.

"Mmm!" Aiden bite his lips to keep from moaning to the heavens. Each time those fingers pressed into him caused him to squirm under the large lion. His paws clenched the bed sheets and his toes curled.

King David chuckled and released the fox before crawling onto the bed and planting his lips against Aiden's. His paws trailed down Aiden's body, fingers combing through the soft fur before they rested against his cream-white stomach.

Aiden enjoyed the contact and kiss, finding both soft and sensual. He reached down and rubbed one of the lion's ears, and is until those fingers and muzzle went to work on him again. His paws clamped down around his muzzle and his back arched at the ecstatic pleasure he was feeling.

This continued until King David stopped and pulled his finger out. Aiden gasped at the sudden emptiness, and then murmured, "Thank God . . ." He was getting close, and he didn't want their night to end quickly. He panted heavily into his paws, wanting the lion's barbed cock inside, with deep need.

King David grinned down at Aiden, stroking his shaft. "You should be ready now." He reached back over to night stand and a copious amount of oil onto his palm before working it onto his shaft, getting it nice and slick.

All Aiden could focus on was the king's shaft. He licked his chops, and his knotted shafted jumped at the excitement of taking that cock deep inside him.

This whole situation felt surreal to him--that he was given the chance to lay with the large lion king. He's had to sleep with men before to get information from, but with was different. He honestly wanted to be here, to be used by him, to pleasure him. And the king honestly looked interested in pleasuring him too.

The lion slowly crawled onto the bed; his eyes locked onto Aiden's. He reached out and wrapped slick fingers around Aiden's shaft. He gave slow strokes as he positions his erection against Aiden's entrance. With one slow nudge, he sank all the way in until he was completely hilted inside. The tightness was almost to much for him, and had to place both of his paws on either side of Aiden to hold himself up.

Aiden gave a high guttural sound, and his paws were shaking as they reached out the hold onto the lion's arms.

King David looked down, concerned. "Are you alright," he asked. His paws gently cradled Aiden's sides, and he rested there, buried in him.

Aiden nodded his head. "Yes, don't worry about me. Just took me by surprise." His whole body was a lite, and he felt wonderfully full. He wiggled his hips a little to help loosen him up more. Again, that sharp pleasure shot through him, all the way from the base of his tail to his hazy head.

They stayed still for a bit, just enjoying each others closeness. The feline was still buried in Aiden. He roamed his paws against the king's body, feeling those taunt muscle, and ran his fingers though that lushes golden fur. But he was getting antsy with the king's shaft inside him. His body craved more of that spark he felt inside.

Aiden raised his hips before sinking down back onto King David's lap. "Mmm," he breathed. He needed this, but even those shallow thrust wasn't enough for him, he needed more. This was just a little teasing--little licks of pleasure here and there, and he wanted to feel the whole thing.

David looked down at him and looked into his eyes. He seemed to sense the fox need it because he nodded before kissing Aiden. He drew his hips back and thrust forward with a sharp jab of his barbed tip.

Aiden yipped and clenched the bed sheets. That lion's tip found his spot with precision. "Mmm, yes . . ." he moaned. "Keep hitting there." His tail wagging vigorously under him, and his fur stood on end as he was racked with pleasure. Thrust after every hard thrust, caused Aiden's moans to pick up in pitch. "Woah, still down please." He rested his paw against the loin's chest. He was starting to get close, and didn't want to cum too soon.

King David slowed down to those shallow, teasing thrust. "Too much," he chuckled. He purred loudly and licked the side of Aiden's muzzle.

Aiden nodded. He body was tightly wound up, still riding from the closeness of his release--especially since he could feel a small pool of pre on his stomach. He needed to relax, or he'd never enjoy the rest of their evening. But it was hard for him, with each pass of the lion's cock, he cock throbbed, and dribbled more.

King David rested his free paw on the side of Aiden's muzzle and gently stroked it. "You okay," he asked. "We can take a break if you need." The lion's voice was gently and sincere. It made his tail flick back and forth, and his heart to speed up.

He shook his head, before giving his lips a slow lick, and squeezed around the cock buried deep inside him. "No, please continue," he panted. "We've barely started"--he looked into the kings eyes--"I want you, give me all you got."

King David smiled before giving Aiden's nose a lick. "As you wish." He pulled back until only his tip remand, and then drove it back in. He continued thrusting deeply inside before he thrust picked up in speed and hardness.

Aiden clamped his muzzle shut to keep from crying out in ecstasy. Each time the king hilted inside; his cock kept pressing against that spot inside him. He was getting close again, and so was the king with how hard he hammered into the fox's tailhole.

Aiden reached down wrapped his fingers around his cock--that is until the lion took his paw away and interlocked their fingers together.

Fuck, please . . . he thought. _Please let me. I'm so fucking clos_e. He wanted to scream. He was just tittering on the edge there. But the king wouldn't have any of it, keeping their paws locked.

"I know, just hold on a little longer," King David said. His thrust got shallower, but more intense. And with more final thrust, he hilted inside the quivering fox, slipping his seed. He roared with such force, the sound rung in Aiden's ear. "Fuck!"

That was the final nail for Aiden and he howled loudly--practically screaming as his shaft shoot spurt after spurt of fox cum. He rode out his paws-free orgasm; with each wave of pleasure, it finally died down. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex like that. He still felt all tingly, and that spot inside him was hyper-sensitive, so when King slide free of him, he couldn't help but squeal.

King David chuckled before taking Aiden with him, and together they laid under the sheets. Aiden was worried about his fur still being sticky, and didn't want to ruin the king's nice bed with his musky spunk.

The lion didn't seem to care. He pulled Aiden close to him, cuddling the small fox. They laid there in silence for a bit, simply enjoying the other company.

Aiden was about to say something before the chamber door burst in and a tall stag rushed inside.

"My lord, I heard you yelling are you . . ." he trailed off when he nodded Aiden and then his eyes slid to the king. Aiden was sure the stag could smell the scent of sex in the air. Aiden was also sure he wanted to die at that moment. He tried to bury his head under the covers, but the king had a tight grip on his, keeping insight of the frowning cervine.

He bowed his head, saying, "Apologize my, Lord. I thought you were in distress. I am in case there was an intruder." His eyes were locked into Aiden while he said this. It was obviously he was weary of him.

"It is alright, you may return to your corridors," King David said. "Goodnight Cedric."

Cedric bowed once more before he turned around in left. Just as he was about to leave, he turned his head slightly. He lowered his head slightly, and though the corner of his eye gave Aiden a look that was anything but threatening.

The large wooden door closed and Aiden let out a breath he was unaware he was holding. "That was close . . ." he sighed.

King David let out a hearty laugh. He squeezed Aiden in a tight embrace. "Do not mind Cedric. He's a good man. He's just protective of me--doesn't trust anyone I bed with."

Aiden let out a nervous laugh. "I thought for sure he was going to charge me with his antlers."

King David laughed again. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." He turned Aiden and kissed him softly on the lips. It was gentle and sweet, if caused Aiden to whine in his throat. The lion purred in turn.

Aiden broke the kiss and looked into the king's brown eyes. "My Lord--" he started to say until the king interrupted him.

"Please, call me David." David held Aiden's muzzle in his large paw and rubbed his thumb against the fox's muzzle sensually.

"David," Aiden correct. "I . . ." He paused. He was unsure of what he wanted to say. "Never mind." He turned around and rested his head against David's chest, wrapping his arms around the lion.

David started purring again, and together they laid there in each other's warm. He got up, blew out the various candles in the room before crawling back in bed. He pulled Aiden close to him.

Aiden snuggled up to the large feline, blushing under his fur. He felt something right now he could not describe, but being in the lion's arms made he feel comfortable right--and something else . . . safe . . .

"Aiden," he said, stroking the arm wrapped around him.

"Hmm, what," David murmured.

"My name is Aiden." And with that he closed his eyes, and with the soft breathing of the lion, fell asleep.

Bedsheets rustled as David stretched out. He looked down to find a fox encased in his arms. Aiden . . . he finally knew the name of fox who plagued his sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he bedded with a male, no less a canine. He felt overjoyed--of course so was another part of him. He erection laid heavily against his stomach, begging for attention.

Aiden was still sound sleep, and he couldn't bare the thought of waking him up. He looked to beautiful in his arms. He held the fox tighter, and brushed his nose against Aiden's cheek.

"Aiden," David whispered out loud. He quite liked the name, it rolled of his tongue smoothly. He said the fox's name again and his erection hardened.

David brushed his muzzle against one of Aiden's brown ears and stroked his side gently. The fox's fur was soft under his paw pads, and his scent was a welcoming one.

Slowly the king's slide down Aiden's chest, to his soft stomach, to his hips until his paw wrapped around the canine's enticing shaft. He was tempted grab his oil and have the fox fuck him again. But he simply did have the time to; so teasing him will have to satisfy him for now.

Aiden moaned in his sleep as David stroked his shaft. And then moan turned into a whine once he gripped the fox's sensitive knot. That cause his tip to dribble a little pre, and David's maw started watering. He had to have that cock in him, one was or the other--fuck his kingly duties for now.

He leaned down and gave the member in his paw a long, wet lick. He kept doing so until the excitement got to him, and he wrapped his lips the tip, and slowly lowered his muzzle until Aiden's knot touched his lips. David bobbed his head up and down a few times until Aiden hilted inside his muzzle again.

Instantly Aiden's paws held David's head and buried his cock into the lion's muzzle. He gasped and started thrusting upward. "Oh David," he said breathlessly.

David smiled. Someone finally woke up, he thought. He bobbed his head again, enjoying the taste of the fox's cock. Teasing the shaft that was his maw caused his own shaft to throb painfully.

It didn't take long for the squirming Aiden to cum, spilling onto David's awaiting tongue. He slowly slid the cock out before swallowing a fox's seed. He looked down and admired the sight of his lover laid before him, panting happy.

Aiden's tail wagged under him, and he gave David a lopsided grin. "My lord, that was . . . the best muzzlejob I've had in a long while. You surely know how to treat a man," he said.

David took pride in that. He bowed his head and grinned at the fox. "Thank you," he said, his tail swishing behind him. "I've had a couple decades of practice. I'd say only a male knows how wo suck a cock properly."

Aiden laughed at that, blushing. "It shows." His eyes hungrily trailed down David's body until they locked onto his erection. His fingers teasingly slide up and down David's shaft.

David had to admit those soft finger-pads felt amazing on his sensitive skin. And then those fingers played with the barbs at his tip, David rumbled in pleasure. This continued for a few agonizing seconds until the fox's paw wrapped around him.

Though the small haze of pleasure, David's eyes focused on Aiden's exposed sheath. "Wait," he said, and Aiden stilled his paw. There on fox's sheath was a faint pink scar.

He took Aiden's paw off of him and held it. "Did Lord Vasely do that to you?" He gestured to Aiden's sheath.

Aiden's ears flattened and he adverted his eyes. He started to turn away, but David held him in place.

"Aiden," he said softly. "Look at me," when Aiden finally looked into his eyes he continued, "Did Lord Vasely cut you or . . .?"

"No . . ." Aiden said after a long pause.

"Then who?" he pressed. He didn't notice it at first, but he did see a small scar on the fox's cock. The blade must have sliced straight through the lay of fur and skin.

"It was my old master years ago . . . after I tried escaping, and stealing some of his coin to get by." Aiden blew out a breath before his ears came back up and he smile. "But that was a long time ago, and this needs my attention right now." He grabbed David's shaft again and gave it a tight stroke.

David gasped. It was hard to think over the pleasure on him. He wanted to ask more, but the instant that hot, wet tongue of his fox touch him, he lost all ability to talk, only moan. Putting the though aside for a moment, he just laid there and enjoyed the fox's muzzle.

Aiden certainly had a talented muzzle. With each lap of that broad canine tongue, the more David slipped out of sheath. It wasn't long he was buried inside the fox's maw.

Aiden's lips formed a tight seal at the base of David's shaft before he started bobbing his head up and down. He started slowly, running it tongue from the bae of his sheath all the way to his tip, before swallowing the whole length again.

David huffed his pleasure. A hot fire began to build in his loins, and each time Aiden took his cock inside, he moaned out. He was quickly nearing his climax. "Of fox," he whined. He wanted to cum, needed it almost as much as he needed the fox's red bulbous mass inside him.

"A-Aiden, I'm almost there!" Just a little more, he was about too--

There was a light knock on the door, and Aiden stopped instantly. "My lord," Cedric called behind the door. The door handle started to turn.

"Do not come in! Of God . . ." He growled. He was finding it hard not to man. Dammit! He growled to himself. He was so close! And without the fox's continued action, his release quickly faded--leaving him painfully hard and unsatisfied.

Aiden took his cock out of his muzzle, but continued licking it. David couldn't help but squirm.Sly bastard, he thought.

"My lord, you are needed in the dinning hall for breakfast," the stag said calmly.

That tongue gave his shaft another pass, and David quickly stuttered out a response. "I'll be o-out iiiiinnn t-ten minutes!" he shouted. "Lord fox, you're not helping . . . ." He said loudly.

"Not trying too," Aiden said playfully. His tail wagged lazily behind himself. He was enjoying this!

"You say something my something," Cedric asked.

Damn, Cedric was still waiting outside. He must have heard that. "N-nothing Cedric. I'll be out soon."

Aiden looked up to him with a mischiefs grin on his muzzle. "I suppose we'll finish this another time? You do have to leave," he said tall this whine running a finger up and down his quivering member.

David shot him a dirty glare that actually caused Aiden to laugh. He pinched one of Aiden's chocolate-brown ears. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "You listen here you little devil," he growled. "You're finishing what you started . . ."

Aiden swatted at his paw before bowing his head respectfully. "Yes sire."

Five minutes later, David laid back, panting as he spilled onto the fox's tongue. Aiden had taken his time, really working it out of David.

He watched as Aiden collected his cloths and got dressed. He padded over and gave David kiss on the lips. "See you again."

David smiled and his tail curled happily. "Promise," he asked in earnest.

Aiden nodded before leaving.

Once Aiden left, David rested his head by against the pillow. He really wanted to sleep a little longer with the fox, but the simply didn't have the time.

Speaking of no time, David had to ready for his day. He entered the bath chamber. He looked at the bathtub in the middle of the room. He certainly needed it a bath, but didn't want to take a cold one, so he dusted himself with powered scent before grabbing a brush and brushed down his tangled fur.

Cedric was waiting outside his chamber door once he got out, standing dutiful as ever. Together they walked down am empty hallway. Cedric leaned over and gave David a couple sniffs. "You need a bath my lord," he said.

David's fur bristled and he blushed. "I can't image why," he said to himself. He looked over to the stag and was surprised the see the corner of his lip pulled up a little. The cervine was usually very serious.

"That fox," Cedric said. "I am concerned about him. I do not trust him."

You never trust anyone I bed with, he thought. "Don't worry. I'll keep my eye on him." He had to admit, he was suspicious about the fox--he just hoped he was wrong. Even though he hasn't known Aiden very long, he cared about the canine. He honestly didn't know what he'd do if Aiden was anything but who he says he is.

"I bet you will," his guard replied, breaking his reverie. Cedric was implying something.

David stopped in his tracks and stared at the stag before laughing whole-heartedly. He padded Cedric on the back chuckle. "This is probably true."

His generals were all waiting for him in the courtroom. They stood up when he entered, bowed, and took their seat once he did. They still looked tense, so David asked, "I apologize for my tardiness. What news do we have of this spy?"

One of his generals, a tiger, stood up. "So far nothing my lord."

David sighed. "And Lord Ashton?"

"That," the tiger said. "We have some information. Lord Ashton's adviser has been trying acquire some document, but as for what these documents are for, we do not know. We have our record keeper working on it."

"Hmm," David mused. This did not put him much at ease. He needed to find out what that bastards play was. The lion was a grudge full man, for many years after the death of his sister. "Have our guards doubled?"

"Yes, my lord," Cedric replied. "Our entrances are being guarded heavily, only the best were hired. No unwanted guest will be able to get by."

"Good . . ." David trailed off and instantly sat up straighter as he spotted a _very_familiar fox enter the chamber. When the fox approached with a jug of water in his paws, David's tail swished happily behind him.

Aiden looked very nervous. His tail curled under him and the tips of his ears kept flicking. Honestly, David found it adorable. And when Aiden walked up to him, he couldn't help but smile.

Aiden relaxed when he was near David. "Would you like some water my lord?" he asked.

"Yes, of course," David said. "Thank you." He took a long sip of the water, letting the refreshing liquid quench his pallet. He was tempted to reach his paw out and run his fingers through Aiden's cheek-ruff. Best he not though, especially in front of his generals.

Aiden smiled down at him, and David's smile widened.

Someone cleared their throat, and that brought the two back into reality.

Aiden quickly went to the next person, apologizing as he filled up their water goblet. He went around the table filling water, going to his submissive poster.

David rest back against his chair, watching Aiden move about. He continued all the way up until the fox left--especially that ass on him. The way his hips and tail swayed as he walked. David inconspicuously tried to re-adjust himself, but a few of his men had noticed--and they did not look happy.

His men looked at each other. They were thinking something, and David assumed it was something non too pleasant. "Would you like to say something to me?" he growled, annoyed.

The tiger general, who was still standing, nodded. His tail curled visibly under him. "Yes," he said. "In fact, many of us are worried about you and this . . . fox. We feel you might be too involved with him. You were late for our meeting, and word is you were busy being . . . occupied with him this morning." The tiger took a large gulp.

Cedric was on the tiger in a flash, holding the feline forcibly down. "Care to repeat that," he growled. He tightened his grip on the tiger's shoulder.

The tiger winced, and then cried in pain has the cervine forced him down more.

David's tail lashed behind him and his fur bristled. "Enough!"

Cedric let go of the tiger, and his general winced as he rotated his shoulder.

David looked at each general in the eye until they looked away. He sat back down and rested his paw on the table, claws extended. "You all feel the same?" he asked calmly, but there still was the predatory edge to his voice.

As if in unison, a few of his loyal and trusted generals nodded.

"I'm disappointed you," he stated icily. "Whom I bed with is none of your concern--and that will be the end of this discussion. You know value the well being of my kingdom, so this worry you have over my priorities displeases greatly. My kingdom comes first, and foremost."

A few ears and muzzles dipped down in guilt.

"You are all dismissed for the day," David said evenly. He had waited for his men to file out before sighing heavily. His tail stilled and his claws finally retracted.

He was worried they may have a point though. He had been a bit distracted since his fox entered his life. I knew he had to mitigate his interactions with him and focus on what that bastard Ashton was plot. But it was hard, because he wanted to spend more time with the fox and keep this worry in back of his mind for the time being.

No,_he told himself. _My kingdom is more important than some fox . . . or my libido. He was frustrated with himself and the pediment he found himself in. David hadn't been this attracted to someone in years--not since his early twenties. Not since another fox from his past.

David growled to himself.

"Sire?" Cedric said behind him. He walked around to face the lion.

"Nothing, just talking to myself," he said. He dismissed the stag with a wave.

"Yes, my lord." Cedric bowed his head before returning to stand guard.

David sighed again before collecting the parchments in front of him and reading through the reports. For the next hour and a half, the lion spent his time going over papers, writing comments for plans for the kingdom. It wasn't until he put down the last paper, that he was tired, and hungry.

His sister was already in the dining hall with her husband, enjoying a late lunch. She smiled at him once he sat down. "Did you enjoy the gift I sent you last night?" she asked instantly.

"Yes," he said, blushing deeply. "The fox was a much-needed stress relief for the day." He sat there and thought about watching Aiden lay next to him, sound asleep, and at that a warm smile creased his lips. "I enjoyed watching him sleep next to me. I was happy, in a long time. I was content next to him . . ." he trailed off, lost in the memory. It was true, he hadn't been this happy for a long time--he truly felt like he had a connection with Aiden. Even though he hasn't known the fox long, for the first time, he saw glimpses of the future--

The future? he thought. Did he really see a future with Aiden? He had doubts, but he . . . he hoped Aiden would be in it . . . .

The funny thing about the future is that it's a fickle thing, ever-changing, and brutal sometimes, but he had his hopes.

His sister waved a paw in front of him, breaking the lion from his thoughts.

"Wow . . . you're really enthralled by this fox," Madelyn said with all seriousness in her voice. There wasn't a hint of teasing her tone. He rested her paw on his and looked him dead in the eye. "Are you going to okay? I haven't seen you like this since . . ."

"Tem . . ." he finished.

She simply nodded.

David hadn't thought about the fox in a long time. He couldn't help see Tem in Aiden. In both foxes David seemed to find a radiance in them. They almost instantly lifted his spirits whenever in their presence. He--

. . . he missed Tem, deeply. But the fox was someone he had buried in his past. He had his regrets with how things ended between them, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do about them anymore.

David shook his head to dispel such dark thoughts from his mind. Right now, he could worry about both foxes, and focus on the task at hand. Such as what Lord Ashton was planning.

Their conversation trickled over after that point. He wasn't in the mood to talk right now, so his sister gave a fain t smile, if not a resigned one before turning back to her husband.

David left the two and made his way back to his chamber, telling the large stag he wished to be left alone. And for most of the day he was, though after awhile he thought about requesting Aiden's presence. He wanted the fox, wanted to get lost in him. But after minute he thought against it, maintaining his resolve about keep a bit of a distance for awhile. He couldn't focus whenever the fox a near by, and right now he needed to stay focused.

The days blurred together as the week passed by. His time was split between attending tribunals and meetings, as well as events being hosted at the castle. He managed to squeeze in some time to have lunch with Nick as promised. He was happy see the otter was fairing better and hasn't barred any ill inflicted bruises from Lord Vasely.

By the end of the week, David he decided he had kept his distance from the fox long enough. He had sent a nice pair of cloths to the servants quarters and requested Aiden wear them for evening with him.

David paced around his chamber awaiting the fox's arrival. Everything was set for tonight, candles were lit, and fair blazing, giving the room a romantic hue. The table was set with a full meal that consisted of small cooked hens, cooked vegetables, two glasses filled with mauled sweet wine, a pie with whipped cream--which he might have plan for tonight, if things led to such activities. Hence the presence of his special oils set off to the side.

But if things did lead to them making love, he was fine with that as well. Really, he just wanted a chance to talk with the handsome fox and get to know him--that's if that part of him between his legs wasn't demanding attention.

After five minutes there was a light wrap on his chamber door. "You may enter," he said.

Aiden stepped inside and than stopped still once he saw the table set with food. "Is . . . is this f-for me," he asked, unsure.

David smiled. "For us," he corrected. "But yes, for you two."

Aiden stepped back a bit, his eyes getting glossy. Those beautiful eyes set him. "No ones ever really made dinner for me--at least, not this . . . nice or fancy."

Aiden truly looked taken back by the David's generosity. He looked to David with such a warm and radiant smile, and that made David's heart melt.

David walked ever and than bowed, pressing his lips to the back of one of the fox's chocolate brown paw. He clasped their fingers together, leading the fox over to the table. He pulled out of the chair, asking Aiden to take a seat, which he did graciously. He pushed the chair in before taking his own.

Aiden sat there, fiddling with the silverware. His tall vulpine ears kept flicking nervously, but his tail swayed gently behind him, so he was happy. Aiden's attire looked good on him, if not a bit tight--not that David minded seeing the fox's physic pop though the cloths. He had on a white flannel shirt, and a bit of his chest ruff peeked out at the drawstring opening. His trousers were similar to his, but a deep burgundy color. Also, there was a slight budge caused by the tight pants in Aiden's crotch.

David's loins sparked with a touch of arouse as he thought about was under that budge.

He cleared his throat has he watched Aiden's eyes wander around the room, chewing on a piece of bread. "Care for a drink," he asked, holding up a bottle of wine.

Aiden nodded and held up his glass, brushing crumbs from his whiskers and fingers. "Yes, please."

David got up and poured the wine in the outstretched glass. He sat back down, pouring himself one in turn. He raised the glass to the canine, who did the same, before taking a sip. The wine was sweet and fresh, perfect for washing their pallets after dinner.

Aiden looked down at the dark liquid sloshing inside. He raised the glass to his nose to sniff it before lapping at it a few times. Once he was satisfied with the taste and too took a sip.

David smiled and took another sip before reaching over the table to clasp Aiden's paw. He felt nervous, unsure what to say, so he just sat there and held the canine's paw, rubbed his thumb against Aiden's soft fingers. His fingers glided over the fur smoothly. He sometimes wished he had fur this soft. Aiden certainly took care of his fur.

With nothing else to do, he let go of Aiden's paw and leaned back against the chair, watching the fox.

Aiden's eyes wandered the table, looking at the various food set before him. He licked his lips once they settled on the hens. "May I?" he asked.

"Of course," David said, taking one of hens himself. The hens were stuffed and covered with a tangy glaze. And soon his plate was filled. He took the knife and sliced off a sliver of chicken before taking a bite of it. The chicken was juicy and tender, and burst with flavor with each bite.

Aiden looked like he wanted to devour the hen whole, which David found absolutely amazing. (What is with foxes and chicken that they loved so much) he wondered mildly.

Aiden took a bite of his chicken, and David swore he could see stars in the fox's eyes, as if this was the first meal, he's ever tasted that was this good. David supposed that was probably true. The castle hired some of the best chiefs in the region, and spared no expense to whatever ingredients they requested for.

They were halfway though dinner, and a bottle of wine, before David asked, "So, tell me a little about yourself."

Aiden stopped chewing the piece of watercress. He put his fork down and took a sip of the wine. "What do you wish to know my lord?"

David simply shrugged and smiled. "Whatever you wish to tell me," he said.

"I grew up in one of the northern kingdoms. My mother worked at a brother/inn her mother ran. I don't know much about my father other than he was a kind man," Aiden said.

"You lived in one of the north kingdoms? Tell me about that," David asked.

"It snowed there most of the time. The winters were sometimes bitter and harsh, but the snow looked beautiful, so sometimes it wasn't that bad."

"Why are you still not there than?"

At that Aiden's ears folded back. "I had . . . I simply couldn't stay. I still receive lets from Mother every now and than, but I haven't been back in a long time--for personal reasons."

David nodded and listened as Aiden talked about bits of his childhood. He had way of telling stories, David was surprised this young man was not a bard. And once he was done answering questions, he had some for David to ask.

"Have you . . . always been attracted to men?" Aiden asked uncertainly.

"My whole life . . ." he answered.

Aiden's ears creased back, and his eyes trickled with a few tears. He reached up and wiped them away. "Trust me, I understand that more than you know."

David's breath caught in his throat. He knew recognized a kinship in the fox. He life had been hard at time because of his affliction for men, he could only image what it was like for Aiden--the trials he must of suffered during his younger years.

Aiden looked like wanted to ask another thing, but was hesitant.

"You may ask me whatever is on your mind," he said encouragingly.

Aiden blow out a breath before asking, "If you've felt this way your whole life, how did you and your wife conceive? You had a cub with her."

David chewed slowly, thinking over what he was asked. "It was . . . difficult. She was a beautiful looking woman, but I felt no attraction. It took a lot of time and patience on her side until we were able to conceive."

"Did you . . .?" Aiden said, letting the sentence trail off, leaving it open for interpretation.

"Love her?"--Aiden nodded--"Yes, I loved my wife . . . but was I in love with her? No . . . ." David cut off another piece and took a bite, and Aiden did the same. He drank the rest of him wine and watched the fox eat in silence. He admitted, this wasn't now he was expecting this conversation to go.

All the food was finished expect for the dessert. Together they said there in silence, enjoying each others company. But there seemed to be another thing on Aiden's mind what he was unwilling to speak.

"My dear, you are free to speak," David said.

Aiden's ears perked up, before falling back again, and his eyes darted up to look at him before looking down. "It's just," he started to say, ringing the cloth napkin in his paws "My lord--David, I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds, but I noticed your wife doesn't seem to be found anywhere."

David's fur bristled fur a second before settling back down. He signed before answering. "She died a long time ago. After a couple years after Erik was born, right about when he was 12, we tried again for another cub. It was . . . a bit easier the second time, and soon she was pregnant again. But there were complications during the birth. Our cub was stillborn and just a few minutes later, she died holding our loosed child." His chest tightened as he thought back to that night, and his eyes began to swell with tears. "That was a hard time for the both of us. Erik took it harder than anyone else."

Aiden reached over and held David's paw. Their fingers interlinked together. "I'm sorry . . ."

David wiped the tears away. "Thank you," he said. "It was a long time ago, though, I had grieved her lose."

They talked for another half hour before David felt their night was over. A little part of him still wanted to get under the sheets with the fox, but after the conversation they had, he simply felt it wouldn't have been right.

He wrapped Aiden's paw and let him to the door. But before Aiden could open the door, David turned him around and pressed him against the wood with his body. He held on tightly to the fox while his lips explore Aiden's. The kiss seemed to last forever, filled by their passion for each other. He wanted more, but for now, this is enough the sate him.

David pulled back, panting against the fox--and from the looks of it, Aiden was feeling the high inside as well. The mere touch of the fox felt ecstatic. He looked into Aiden's brown eyes and held the fox's muzzle in his finger, rubbing his cheek with his thumb-pad. "Goodnight Aiden," he said. He reached down and planted one more kiss on the vulpine, gentle and sweet.

Aiden blushed before wishing David a goodnight before stepping through the threshold, closing the door behind him.

David stood there, resting against the door. It took all his will power not to drag Aiden to the bed and have his way with him. But felt it was best that their night ended there. He had a lot to think about, and the prospect of sex would only distract him.

To bad his hardened cock felt difference, practically fully out of sheath at this point. That kiss had fueled so much lust in him. So, for now, pawing off will have to be another enough. He quickly discarding his clothing, grabbed his oils and wrapped his slick paw around his barbed shaft