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Prince in Chains: Chapter 3

Garth lay on his bed, hands behind his head, sighing to himself with a miserable look on his face. It had been just over a day since his brother Scion had left for his arranged marriage and he already missed him. It was hard to accept that he wouldn't be able to spar with his brother again or regale his brother with the tales of his sexual misadventures with his male suitors. They'd always had so much fun talking about that stuff, Garth telling him how amazing such taboo sex was, recounting all the kinky things he and other men got up to together, and now he didn't know if he'd ever be able to talk to his brother about such things ever again.

The younger wolf sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, giving an exasperated groan and shaking his head. He wasn't an angry type of person, but he still held a hatred for his own father for doing this to them, for forcing Scion into a marriage against his will all in the name of a political game. Garth scowled and cursed under his breath.

"Bastard..." he grunted. He wondered what his brother was up to at that moment. Had he gotten married already? Was his new family treating him well? How was he enjoying his new life?

Just as he started wondering, there came a knock on his door. He was in no mood to speak to anyone and he considered simply not answering, but then thought better of it.

"Come in," he sighed. The door opened and in stepped a figure who Garth recognized: a huge, hulking badger man. Gregor, the captain of the guard. Garth gave him a polite nod. "Everything okay, Gregor?"

"Aye, Lord," the badger nodded, stepping inside, his leather armour squeaking slightly as he moved. Usually someone in his position would be wearing something heavier: plate armour or such, but that day he'd chosen something lighter. Something that was much easier to remove should the need strike... Gregor continued, "I just had something, ah, important to tell ye."

"Hm? What is it? You should know I'm not in the mood for this at the moment," Garth glared at the badger. "You must know how I feel about my... what are you doing?" Garth gave the bigger male a confused look as the badger stepped closer and closed the door after him.

Garth shuddered at the wicked, cruel smirk Gregor wore on his scarred black and white face, the badger glaring down at the smaller wolf with his one good eye, the left being permanently closed after an unfortunate run in with brigands years ago which had seen the badger victorious but wounded.

"We need to chat, you and I," Gregor growled.

"I... I don't like your tone," Garth glared. The young, teenage prince wasn't the most domineering of people and his attempt at taking an authoritative tone with the huge male in front of him ended up looking more comical than anything.

"Ha, oh, don't ye?" Gregor laughed out. "'fraid yer gonna have to deal with it, prince."

"Wha- w-who do you think you are?" Garth scowled. "F-father would have you flogged if he heard you talking like that to me!"

"Quiet, dog. Your father won't be in a position to flog anyone before long," Gregor gave a short cruel laugh. Garth had had enough of the badger's attitude and was ready to call the guards, but Gregor was quick to put a stop to that before he'd started. "I'm here about Scion."

"Scion...?" Garth froze up. "W...What about Scion?"

"Well, yer big brother's likely right at home in Kroscious about now," Gregor chuckled.

Garth had a confused look on his face.

"Kroscious?" he asked. "But he was married off to Velosia."

"King Christoph decided otherwise," Gregor told him. "He figured your brother would make a good addition to his kingdom. I filled him in on when your brother would be travelling, which route they'd be taking and when. Last I heard, Scion was kidnapped and carried off to Kroscious." Garth glared at the badger.

"You... You're a spy then...?"

Gregor nodded. "That I am. I've spent time in Kroscious before, boy, and the things your kingdom has to offer are nothing compared to them. They make you feel things you wouldn't believe. So, yes, boy, I switched sides and became a spy for them."

Garth took a fearful step away from the hulking male, gulping hard and shaking his head.

"You helped them kidnap my brother?"

"Aye."

"Y-you're lying," Garth glared. "I should have the guards take you away!"

"Oh, aye, do that," Gregor laughed. "But I want you to know that if I don't report back to King Christoph... Well, he promised to do plenty of nasty things to your brother." That was a bold faced lie, but he knew Garth wasn't going to risk it.

The young wolf hesitated, looking up into Gregor's eyes.

"What... What do you want from me?" he asked. "Is this blackmail? Do you want money?"

"Oh, no, I actually came here to be nice to ya!" Gregor laughed. "See, lad... I can take ya to your brother. King Christoph would love an extra dog prince to play with." Garth perked up at the promise of seeing his brother again.

"You can really take me to him?" he asked.

"Of course!" Gregor chuckled. "Ah, so long as ye do something for me." Garth's expression soured at that. He knew there'd be a catch.

"And what is that?" he asked. Gregor, with a wide smirk on his face, drew close to the prince and Garth had to resist the urge to take an intimidated step away from him. Gregor stared down at him, their eyes locked.

"I'm gonna fuck you, lad," Gregor growled.

"I... I beg your pardon?!" Garth was no stranger to fucking, certainly not gay fucking, but hearing that from the man responsible for the kidnapping of his brother shocked him.

"What, got fluff in your ears?" Gregor scowled. "I said I'm going to fuck you!" Garth hesitated, unsure of how to react.

"Y-you want to..." he left the sentence unfinished, hesitating again before speaking more. "And then you'll take me to Scion?"

"Aye," Gregor said simply. Garth had to take a few moments to think about it. He was certain he could handle whatever Gregor could dish out. While his royal suitors never had the nerve to be too hard on him when they fucked, Garth had sneaked out of the castle and had enough hard, kinky sex with the peasant folk who barely knew his face let alone his station to know how to take a hard fucking.

Garth was worried about his brother. He didn't want to anger the badger or have him arrested for fear of what might happen to Scion, and so it looked like he had no other choice but to do as Gregor wanted. He gave a sigh.

"Fine," he said. "I'll have sex with you. Sleep with you, whatever you want."

"That's a good doggy," Gregor smirked, stepping closer and putting his hands around Garth's waist, grabbing him by the ass and squeezing him through the royal robes he was wearing. "Mm, feels like our princey's got a cute little ass under these."

"Just... Just get it over with," Garth grimaced.

"Heh, as you wish, lad," Gregor shrugged and then pushed the young prince onto the bed behind him. He was on top of the wolf in a second, hands pulling and tearing at the prince's silken robes, ripping them harshly and reducing them to tatters while the helpless royal squirmed underneath him.

Garth grunted and writhed but didn't fight back. He had no choice but to lie there and let the towering, powerful badger tear his clothes from him. Gregor was almost watering at the mouth as the robes were pulled from Garth's body, revealing that light, silvery fur of his body. With the prince now dressed in only his undergarments, the badger pulled back, licking his lips as he glared down at the prince.

"Oh, I'm absolutely going to destroy your cunt, boy," Gregor growled, his maleness starting to twitch in his pants. Garth lay on the bed, exposed and vulnerable with only the thing loincloth covering up his shame. That loincloth didn't last long. Gregor quickly reached down and ripped it from his body, Garth yelping in surprise as he was unceremoniously made naked, completely at the badger soldier's mercy.

Gregor gazed down at the wolf prince, his member twitching against as it began to rise in his trousers. He started to strip off, eager to be as naked as his princely bitch was, ready to fuck. The leather armour creaked and groaned as he pulled it off, tossing it to the ground eagerly while Garth lay there, looking up at him nervously. He wanted nothing more than to call the guards and have this bastard arrested, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk it for Scion's sake.

Before long Gregor was standing in front of Garth wearing nothing but his own loincloth, his fingers toying with it. Garth glanced down. He could see the outline of Gregor's manhood in the badger's loincloth, that low-hanging cock and balls peeking out from the bottom of the garment.

"Ready, princey?" Gregor smirked, finally taking his loincloth and pulling it off to free the massive, uncut monster he had between his legs.

"Fuck..." Garth gasped, eyes going wide at the sight of the massive, fat cock Gregor had down there.

The badger's body was a mix of battle scars and muscles, covered with black and white fur, snow-coloured stripes adorning his thick, powerful body, a happy trail of white fur moving down his belly before turning mostly black on his cock and white-striped nuts. He towered over the prince, his manhood already semi-hard in anticipation of taking him. Gregor groped himself, smirking proudly when he saw the shocked look on his prince's face.

"Impressed?" he chuckled. "I hope you like it because it'll be jammed up yer ass soon enough."

"You're really going ahead with this?" Garth asked. "You'll rape your prince?" Gregor just gave a shrug.

"Aye, that's right." With that, he climbed onto the bed, grabbing the prince and dragging him into the centre, leering down at the lupine. "Heh, but I'm still a gentleman, how about some foreplay before I wreck yer cunt?"

Gregor shuffled positions and before he knew it, Garth was presented with the sight of a huge, toned badger ass looming over him.

"Wha- mrrph!" Garth gasped. Before he could even move Gregor and dropped himself down on the prince's face, his furry ass grinding against the wolf's furry muzzle.

"Eat my ass, princey!" Gregor laughed, thrusting his muscular ass against Garth's face and making him groan loudly around it. "Go on, get yer tongue right in there!"

"Mrrph! Unnf!" Garth kept whining and groaning, the musky scent of badger ass assaulting his nostrils and making him dizzy.

"Well?" Gregor grunted, still grinding his hole against Garth's face. "Get licking! You want to see your brother, don't you?"

"Euuurf..." Garth whimpered around the badger's ass. He winced and braced himself, slowly opening his mouth and giving in. He gave his blackmailer what he wanted.

Gregor gave a low, approving growl when he felt the prince's tongue running across his asshole, the wet tongue slathering it in spit and making the bigger male shiver with pleasure.

"How's it taste?" Gregor chuckled. "You like my hot ass, huh?" He pressed down, more or less sitting on Garth's face at this point, grinding his musky, sweaty hole against the helpless prince's tongue, grunting as he felt Garth slurping all over him. This felt good, and not just the fact that he was having his ass eaten. Here he was, shoving his ass in the prince's face and having the wolf eat him out. It was a power trip. He'd had to serve under this little wolf bastard for so long and now the prince had his tongue jammed up his asshole. It was the kind of thing he'd fantasize about at night.

"Deeper!" Gregor ordered. "Come on, yer eating ass back there, bitch! Get that tongue right up my arse!" Garth groaned but he had to keep the badger happy, and so he pushed his tongue forward and managed to shove it inside Gregor's toned ass, the badger gasping when he felt that warm thing flitting about inside of him. "Mm! That's it!" His hand snapped to his cock, fingers wrapping amount his huge, semi-hard girth, and started to stroke himself off while the prince got his tongue lodged inside him.

"Keep licking, princey!" Gregor grunted, tugging back his own thick foreskin to reveal the swollen, throbbing cock head beneath, the shaft growing hard and rigid, swiftly reaching its full size as he began to pleasure himself. He made sure he kept his ass thrust against Garth's face, his hole twitching and clenching around the wolf's wet tongue. The wet sound of Gregor working at his now pre-slick cock began to fill the room, mixed in with the obscene slurping sounds of Garth's tongue working at his asshole, the thick taste filling the prince's mouth. Garth could hear the loud groans coming from the badger: loud, growling grunts and moans to indicate just how good a job Garth was doing back there with his tongue.

"Mmm!" Gregor sighed, his shaft and fingers soon a mess of precum. He kept pumping away at his own cock, his heavy, white-striped balls bouncing around as he did. Soon enough, he decided he wanted more. His hand wasn't doing it for him, not when there was a nice, tight wolf hole to fuck. He pulled up and finally gave Garth some air, the prince gasping out and spitting, the taste of ass still fresh on his tongue.

"Like my ass, boy?" Gregor smirked. Garth could only give a splutter at that. He lay there, watching as the badger climbed off the bed and stood there facing him, cock fully erect, ready for a hole to fuck. "Get up," he ordered. Garth had half a mind to tell him to get fucked, but he kept reminding himself of his brother. With a groan, he did as he was told and stood up. His feet had barely touched the floor before Gregor had grabbed him, spun him around and forced him to lean over the bed with his ass sticking out.

Garth whined, his hole already twitching at just the thought of having that massive cock inside it. Gregor grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezing them tight and making Garth yelp at his touch. His cheeks were so small: petite and soft, covered in glorious silvery fur.

"Can't wait to wreck this thing," Gregor growled before pulling a hand back and smacking it across one of Garth's ass cheeks, the wolf yelping once again as a stinging pain surged through his rump.

"Arrgh!" Garth grunted, hands gripping the bedsheets tight.

"Heh, does that hurt?" Gregor smirked, his hand slapping across the prince's asscheeks again, making the young wolf wince at the pain. "I never knew our prince had such a cute little ass! Haha!" Garth just blushed and looked away, hissing through his teeth as the badger gave his ass another slap, and then another, teasing and mocking him the whole time.

"How 'bout you moan for me, eh?" Gregor smirked, giving one of Garth's cheeks a particularly hard smack, the blow forcing the wolf's mouth open in a quivering moan. He couldn't even stop himself if he wanted to, the badger kept ruthlessly spanking his cheeks, switching between the two every few smacks until the prince's ass practically glowed bright red underneath his pale fur, Garth's eyes starting to water from the pain. The whole time Gregor's cock was pulsing between his legs, leaking pre down his shaft and onto the floor, begging for a hole to destroy, and it was soon going to get what it wanted.

With one more brutal smack across Garth's cheeks he drew close, grabbing that petite lupine ass and spreading the cheeks, making the prince gasp when he felt the cool air blowing over his now exposed hole. He cursed to himself and gave a soft, quiet whine. A second later and he could feel the heat from Gregor's manhood washing over his taint, the huge badger cock drawing close until it was grinding against his helpless wolf hole.

The tip slipped away from Garth's tight hole a few times as Gregor tried to shove in using nothing but his pre as lube, the stuff smearing across Garth's entrance as the wolf stood there, leaning over his bed, taking in a deep breath as he prepared to be speared on that massive meat rod. Gregor's grip on his ass tightened as he thrust forward, both males grunting as his cock strained against the hole until finally the badger managed to shove the first couple inches in, Garth yelping out as he was stretched. He winced, but tried to take it. It was just the first few inches, he could take it.

Gregor forced himself in a bit more, Garth grunting and squirming as he felt the big, hard thing penetrating him, steadily violating his ass. Gregor stopped after a few more inches and started slowly sliding it in and out of him, looking down at Garth and smirking wide.

"Having trouble?" he chuckled. Garth just groaned and shook his head, his ass twitching around the fat dick inside him.

"Just... Just get it over with already," Garth growled.

"Whatever you say, prince," the badger mocked, sliding a bit of his cock out of him before cruelly thrusting forward and burying his massive cock into Garth's fuckhole, the wolf screaming loudly, ass stretched agonizingly around Gregor's girth.

"Argghhh!" Garth cried. "Get it out! B-bastard, get it out!" He squirmed and thrashed but the badger paid him no heed; he just began humping into him, sliding his fuckstick in and out of the helpless prince's boy cunt.

"Haha, little prince can't take it, huh?" Gregor laughed. "Well you better grin and bear it! Remember your brother?" Garth scowled and whined.

"P...Please," he begged. "Go easy on me..."

"Ha, that's not going to happen, lad," Gregor scoffed and continued his fucking, slamming his cock in and out of Garth's already sore hole, his powerful badger hips working back and forth, thoroughly breeding Garth's ass and making him yelp and moan.

Garth had been fucked rough before, on the rare occasion that his suitors had the nerve to treat him as rough as he wanted, but this was something else. Gregor was showing him no mercy; all Garth's other suitors had taken the wolf's pleasure into account when fucking him, but not Gregor. Garth was just a toy to him: something to shove his dick into, nothing more. The badger slammed away, brutalizing Garth's princely ass and making him scream in pain, his voice echoing around the room and filling their ears. Gregor just kept fucking and fucking, fingers digging into Garth's soft cheeks, his cock pistoning in and out of him... until they heard a knock at the door, a concerned voice calling out.

"Sir? Is everything alright?" It was Garth's personal servant. Gregor's fucking stopped and Garth looked over his shoulders at him, their eyes meeting and the look on Gregor's face silently conveying a message of 'Be smart about this'. Garth gulped and called back to his servant.

"E-everything's fine!" he said. "I'm... I'm with a suitor, I'd appreciate some privacy!"

"Oh!" the servant was audibly flustered at that. "I apologize! Um... E-enjoy yourself, Sir!" Wolf and badger listened carefully and could hear the sound of the servant's feet on the cold stone floor moving away from them. Gregor looked down at him.

"Good doggy," he smirked. "Alright, where were we?" Garth could only whine as he felt the massive badger cock sliding out of him only to be thrust into his aching asshole once again, his passage sore and painful.

Pained tears streamed down Garth's cheeks and he buried his face in the bedsheets, whimpering loudly as he was fucked, used and humiliated by the much bigger and stronger male. Gregor would every now and again smack the sides of Garth's ass just to mock him, the sound of palm hitting cheek mixing in with the wolf's whimpering.

"Oooh!" Garth whined. "Please, m-my ass, it hurts!"

"I bet it does!" Gregor laughed mockingly, still pounding away hard as ever. His balls swung about between his legs as he worked back and forth at Garth's ass.

He was getting close to filling that princely cunt with his seed. He huffed and grunted, leaning over the wolf and gasping loudly. Garth could feel Gregor's warm breath blowing over the nape of his neck, ruffling his fur and making him shiver, his face still buried in the bedsheets, his ass twitching with pain and his fists clenched.

_Smack!_Gregor gave another slap to Garth's already red ass before pressing his body down against the wolf's, pinning him to the bed as he mercilessly pounded his fuckhole, growing closer and closer until he finally reached boiling point. With a loud roar of pleasure that had Garth's ears twitching and splaying he thrust every inch of his massive badger cock into Garth's body, shaft pulsing against his walls as he began to empty the contents of his furry nuts inside him.

The two males moaned, Gregor giving the prince's ass a good, hard fucking as he came, slamming away at his hole and firing off load after load of badger cum into Garth's bowels, the wolf squirming as he was flooded, cum splattering against his walls.

"Ooohh!" Garth whimpered. "Nghhh! Unnnf!" He huffed and panted, badger bearing down on him, keeping him pinned there as he finished up, the last few streams of cum being shot deep into Garth's sore body.

"Mm, that's it, take it all," Gregor growled into Garth's ear. "Your little royal ass is so fucking tight, lad." He gave the hole one more hard, deep pound, eliciting another yelp from Garth before the badger finally slid his fat dick out of him, cum pouring out of Garth's used and stretched hole.

"So that's what a royal ass feels like," Gregor chuckled. "Not bad at all." Garth gave a weak groan, slowly recovering from his pounding.

"N...Now take me to him..." he whined.

"Well, a promise is a promise," said Gregor. "Alright. Put some clothes on and we'll be going. Be sure to grab a hood too, we don't need anyone recognizing you and getting in our way on our way to Kroscious." He started putting his own clothes and armour back on after saying that, the prince taking a few more moments to collect himself before getting off the bed with shaky legs and going to his wardrobe. He dressed himself in some casual clothes, or as casual as his princely wardrobe got, and pulled a black hood over his head.

"Now... how're we getting you out of here?" Gregor pondered.

"Ah..." Garth spoke up. "There's a passage..."

"Hm?" Gregor gave him an intrigued look. "Ah, you mean the escape passage, aye?" That passage was built as an emergency escape for the royalty of the castle in the case of an attack or siege, though Garth had been using it recently to sneak out and get a good, hard dicking from the village folk.

"The escape passage would work," Gregor said. He thought about it for a few moments, rubbing at the fur of his chin before nodding and patting the prince on his shoulder. "Alright, princey. Let's get a move on. Sooner we get going the sooner you can see your brother." And with that, they were off, with Gregor leading the way and the hooded prince following him. Luckily they didn't run into any problems on the way to the passage, aside from a few guards or servants giving them odd looks and wondering why the prince was skulking around in a hood, but that wasn't a problem. The hood was just there to keep him hidden outside the castle. He was hoping nobody would recognize him once he sneaked away.

They eventually reached the passage, a hidden switch opening up the wall between two statues to reveal a long, old and poorly taken care of stone passage. The two glanced at each other, Gregor shrugging and then heading inside with the prince in tow. Garth was risking a lot doing this. There was nothing to prove that Gregor was telling the truth about Scion. He could be leading him to a camp of bandits for all he knew, but he just had to take the risk. He needed to see Scion again, especially if what Gregor said was true and he'd been taken by Kroscious. So, he followed the badger, keeping close behind him as he was lead down the passage. All he could do was hope that the badger was telling the truth.

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It was already late; Scion's chambers were lit only by a couple of dim candles and the light of the moon shining in through the window. He stood facing the stallion that stood before him, Cliff staring in shock at the prince whose body was a mess of red marks from the brutal whipping Christoph and Lestrade had given him.

Cliff crossed the room, horrified at the state of his lover.

"What did they do to you?" he gasped, going to hold the wolf only to think better of it when he realized how much those marks must sting. "Those... bastards!"

"Cliff..."

"I'll kill them! H-how dare they!"

"Cliff!"

"Look what they did to you! Your body's a mess!" Cliff began to inspect the marks. "Some of those look permanent even..."

"Cliff, listen to me!" Scion growled. Cliff stood to attention, looking down at the beaten lupine. "It's okay," Scion said simply.

"It's... okay?!"

Scion nodded and traced a finger along one of the marks, hissing in pain as he did, "Christoph whipped me... and then he fucked me... and... and I enjoyed it." He looked into Cliff's eyes, stoic and unerring. Cliff gave a confused look.

"I don't understand," he said. "You enjoyed... this?" He stared at the dozens of red marks.

"Yes," Scion said. "I've never felt anything like it before. The way Christoph's finger felt inside me and the way the whip hit my body. It was..." He hesitated for a moment. "I can't describe it. I could say it was amazing, but I feel like it was more than that..."

"I... I see..." Cliff said. He was still confused and shocked that his prince would enjoy torture at the hands of their kidnappers, but he took in what Scion was saying.

"There's another thing," Scion said, still looking bravely into his lover's eyes. He decided to just get it over with and say it. "I'm betraying my father. I've joined Kroscious." Cliff opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Was this really Scion standing in front of him? Saying that he enjoyed being tortured and now betraying his father, his kingdom?

"I suppose you're surprised," Scion gave a wry chuckle. "I would be too, but I want this kingdom offers, and, to put it bluntly, my bastard father can fuck himself." Cliff took a moment to process what his prince was saying and then nodded slowly.

"I suppose a lot of people hate your father, you included," he said. "I... can't say I fully agree or understand your decision, but..." He sighed, shook his head and shrugged. "You're my prince..." He hesitated and then corrected himself. "My lover. I love you and if you're to march under Kroscious' banner then I will too."

"You'll stay with me?" Scion asked, unable to keep a grin from cracking on his face.

"Of course," Cliff said, giving a nervous smile down at the wolf. "I can't leave you, my prince. Besides, ah, if I may say so... Your father _can_go fuck himself. Did you know he docked my pay recently?"

Scion scoffed, "Well, we won't have to worry about him here."

They both stood there for a bit longer until Scion glanced down at the bed. Big, warm and soft. It was enticing, and so Scion lay down on it, gesturing for Cliff to follow. As naked as his prince, Cliff lay down with him. Scion's nose twitched; he could smell piss and various other fluids wafting off the stallion's body. They lay facing each other, looking into each other's eyes. Scion couldn't help looking up and down his lover's body. So big, strong and powerful, with a massive horse tool dangling between his legs. Scion found himself licking his lips with need and leaned in, placing a kiss on Cliff's lips.

"Cliff..." Scion felt as if he should feel something, and Cliff felt the same, opening his mouth to speak but then hesitating. They lay there in silence for a few moments before suddenly lunging for each other, tongues thrust into the other's mouth and their bodies held tight together. They moaned and gasped, lips smacking and tongues dancing.

"Mm! Cliff!" Scion moaned, hands going to roam across the stallion's muscular form. They kept kissing, making out deep and passionately. They didn't care what situation they were in, that Scion had just been whipped to hell and back or that they were turning their back on their home kingdom; at that moment all they cared about was each other.

Their hands roamed across each other, caressing the other's body, though Cliff had to be careful with those sore marks on Scion's form. Soon, they felt their crotches begin to tingle and twitch. Scion gave a low growl of arousal as his furry length began to harden, pressing against Cliff's hairy horse thigh and throbbing against it while Cliff's own massive stallion dick began to grow rigid and erect. The kiss was broken slowly.

"Should we be doing this?" Cliff asked. "Here, after everything...?" Scion gave a shrug.

"I don't care, I just need you," Scion breathed. "I want you to fuck me... Without some bastard forcing you to this time."

"My prince, I..." Cliff couldn't deny what he wanted and nodded in agreement. "I need you, Sire."

"Mrrrr... Just lie there, my stallion," said Scion, slowly moving down the horse's body, stroking at his powerful form and kissing at him as he went. Cliff gave out a soft breath as he watched his prince lowering himself, moving further down his body until he was kissing at the thick bush of pubic hair resting above Cliff's thick, girthy maleness.

He took in the horse's scent a bit. He could just about make out his natural body scent through the mixed smells of piss and cum. The wolf prince lowered himself further, now face-to-crotch with the horse, that semi-hard stallion dick twitching in front of him.

"Sire," Cliff spoke. "Are you sure you want to, ah, receive? You're my prince after- oooh!" He gasped when he felt the wolf's tongue slurping up his growing shaft, licking at the sensitive thing and coaxing it into hardening further, the shaft twitching and throbbing before him, quickly growing to full mast at which point Scion moved his attention to the swollen tip. Evidently, Scion was very sure that he wanted to receive.

Scion slurped all over the head, hands moving to work at the fat shaft and caress at the low-hanging, dark-skinned balls. He opened wide and leaned forward, taking the head of Cliff's horse cock into his maw. The sheer size of it meant that he wasn't going to be sucking much of it, but he could suck enough to have Cliff moaning for him.

"Mm!" Cliff gasped, instinctively pushing forward when he felt the warm maw enveloping him. He looked down, watching the prince do his best to suck on that huge thing, mouth working eagerly over it, tongue slurping away at the tip. Cliff moaned softly, "Nggh, Sire... Your mouth is amazing..."

"Mrrrr," Scion moaned around the cock, sucking hard on the cock while his hands worked the shaft and balls.

Cliff gave another thrust forward, pushing a bit more of his cock into Scion's mouth, his tip starting to ooze pre onto the wolf's tongue which was quickly lapped up, the salty taste smearing across Scion's tongue while they lay there at his lover's crotch; a needy, horny prince sucking on his caretaker's manhood. Scion sucked for a while longer, enjoying and savouring the taste, excitedly working his maw up and down the tip of Cliff's cock while his hand stroked at the base. Cliff moaned and gasped, stroking the back of Scion's head affectionately and watching as the prince enjoyed the taste of his cock.

Scion soon pulled back with a soft gasp, though he kept stroking at the big, hard horse cock in front of him.

"Cliff..." He looked up into the horse's eyes. He was thinking of something, something he wanted to try, something he'd never thought about until he'd seen how the people of Kroscious treat their whores and sluts. "I... want you to..." He hesitated.

"What is it, Sir?" Cliff asked. Scion braced himself, thought about it for a moment and then spoke up to tell the stallion what he was thinking of.

"Piss on me," he said, looking up into the horse's eyes.

"I... I'm sorry?!" Cliff asked in shock.

"Being whipped and... tortured... like I was, it made me think about things," Scion told him. "It made me think about the way the Kroscians have sex. Filthy, dirty, taboo sex. I've heard stories of pain, piss and incest - all of it pleasurable here. And after the whipping I got, I want to try it. So... piss on me, Cliff. Don't make me turn it into an order." The two gazed into each other's eyes, both fully erect, the taste of cock still fresh in Scion's mouth.

"If it's what you want, I'll try it," Cliff eventually said. Scion smiled up at him and then looked back at the cock at his mouth, opening up.

Cliff took his cock in his hand and aimed it at the prince's face, his tip positioned at Scion's mouth. He relaxed himself and, a moment later, was releasing his bladder all over his princely lover's muzzle.

"Mm!" Scion gasped as the stuff splattered all over his face, covering his cheeks in the stuff, matting and darkening his fur and filling his mouth. "Oh, gods!" he groaned through garbled gasps, his stallion lover covering and filling him with warm piss, the wolf prince lying there and basking in the stuff as the fluids dripped down his fur, streaming down his face. Cliff's erect cock twitched as it unleashed the torrent of piss all over Scion's face, the horse looking down at his lover.

"My prince..." Cliff blushed deeply, his stream petering out and leaving the wolf's face covered in his hot fluids. Drenched with the taste of piss fresh in his maw, Scion moved himself back up, shuffling up the bed until he was eye to eye with the horse. He leaned forward, their lips almost touching.

"Taste yourself on my mouth," Scion breathed, locking lips with his loved and holding him close, thrusting his tongue inside and making Cliff gasp. The taste of his own piss hit him like a runaway carriage, flowing into his mouth and assailing his taste buds. Scion kept kissing him, a mix of spit and piss swirling around each other's mouths until the lupine finally pulled back.

"This is filthy," Cliff panted, his manhood rock hard, leaking piss and pre.

"I know," said Scion, griping Cliff's hard length. "Are you enjoying it?" Cliff, still blushing, nodded to his lover, barely able to believe his own response. He'd just pissed all over his prince's face and he'd never been harder.

"I am," he said, pushing his hips forward and grinding his manhood against Scion's body, smearing his fur with fluids. Scion smiled and whispered to him in a soft, seductive voice.

"I want you to fuck me," he said. "And I don't want you to be gentle." Cliff barely had time to respond before Scion had started scrambling into position, kneeling down on all fours and presenting himself to the stallion, tail raised and his abused, marked ass on display.

Treated with such a perfect view of his prince's boy pussy, Cliff couldn't help but eagerly get himself into position behind him, his equine cock pulsing, ready to spear the wolf's ass.

"Cliff," said Scion, looking over his shoulder and making eye contact. "This is a direct order... Do _not_go easy on me. I want you to breed my cunt. Understood?"

"Yes, sir-" Cliff stopped and then corrected himself. "I'll breed your cunt...bitch." Scion shivered at the sound of the word, especially since it was aimed at him by the man he loved so much. It was weird for Cliff to talk to Scion like this, but he couldn't deny that his own cock gave a twitch as he growled the word past his lips.

He placed his hands on Scion's ass, getting a soft hiss from the wolf as those strong equine fingers brushed up against the marks left by Christoph's whip. As he rubbed his horse cock against Scion's ass, sliding it between his lover's cheeks, he looked down at his body. There were countless red marks criss-crossing the wolf's back. Some would fade in time, but quite a few would remain, a permanent reminder of what Christoph had done to him. A reminder of when Scion had broken down and given in, begged to be fucked and pledged his allegiance to the king of a rival kingdom.

Cliff could feel Scion's asshole twitching against his cock head, desperate for the feel of another male's meat slammed inside it. Cliff couldn't keep his prince, or rather, his bitch, waiting any longer and thrust forward, his fat cock straining against the wolf's already abused ass, making the wolf grunt and whine, hands gripping the sheets tight. With his own low grunt, Cliff gave a strong forward push and finally managed to jam the first few inches of equine dick inside Prince Scion's fuckhole, the horse moaning and wolf crying out.

"Arrgh! Fuck!" Scion gasped in pain, prompting the horse to stop for a moment. "Keep going! Don't you dare show me any mercy, Cliff! Destroy my ass! Do it!" Cliff hesitated for a split second, but his answer to Scion's order was to grip his sore cheeks tight and bury his cock further inside Scion's boy pussy. The wolf yelped and squirmed, huffing loudly and pushing back against Scion's hips, his teeth clenched tightly. He growled and grunted, his ass stretched painfully as Cliff forced inch after inch inside him.

"So good...!" Scion gasped. "So good... I need more...!" Cliff was happy to give it to him. With only a few more inches left, Cliff pulled back a bit before cruelly pistoning forward and ramming the entirety of his cock deep into Scion's tight, needy asshole. Scion screamed, his voice echoing around the room and down the hall.

"Fuck!!" he yelled. "Breed me! Breed my ass, Cliff!!" His eyes were watering already and the piss on his face quickly became mixed in with the sweat on his forehead. Cliff didn't waste any time. He quickly began breeding Scion's hole, fingers digging into his ass as he worked back and forth, his massive, low-hanging horse balls bouncing back and forth as he used the prince.

"Mm! You've such a tight little cunt!" Cliff grunted, brutalizing his lover's hole, hips slapping hard against Scion's furry cheeks.

"C-cum in it!" Scion grunted, his own cock staining the bed with his pre. He could feel Cliff's massive cock assaulting his prostate as he went, that big, thick equine dick pummelling him and making him scream in mixed pleasure and pain.

Cliff's cock pulsed inside him and Scion could feel it. He could feel that hard thing throbbing and twitching against his walls, grinding against his insides as Cliff pounded hard and fast at him. Scion's voice caught in his throat; he gave out a loud, quivering gasp, gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them as his lover and caretaker bred him ruthlessly, thoroughly wrecking his needy boy cunt with his massive horse cock. Scion tilted his head up and tried to moan out his lover's name but all that came out was a squeaking, choking gasp as his body was sent over the edge and he erupted all over the bed, his entire body tingling heavily. Everything went numb, save for the overwhelming pleasure his cock was feeling as Cliff's cock pushed it into blowing the prince's load all over the bedsheets.

"Oooh!" Scion squeaked, arms shaking and then giving out, the wolf face planting the bed with his ass sticking up in the air, still exposed for Cliff to fuck. Scion continued whining and moaning as his orgasm finished up and Cliff continued to breed him, those powerful horse hips going to town on his royal ass, using him hard and fast and deep until, eventually, Scion's vice-like tightness pushed him to boiling point too.

"Scion!!" Cliff cried out. "Filthy... bitch!!" He rammed himself in, shoving every single inch of horse cock into the prince's needy ass and flooding Scion's bowels with his load. Scion's eyes went wide and he moaned into the sheets, pushing back and clenching on Cliff's manhood, groaning and shaking as the horse's cum filled him up, coating his walls in the stuff as Cliff stayed fully hilted inside him.

"Oooh, yes!!" Scion moaned. "Oh, gods, yes!!" He squirmed and thrashed about, barely able to handle the feelings coursing through his body, the pain of having his ass stretched and body penetrated mixed in with the pleasure of having his prostate pounded by the horse that he loved.

A few hard, shallow thrusts later and Cliff had fully emptied his nuts inside his prince's cunt, the grip he had on his cheeks loosening before he slowly slid his enormous member out of him.

"Ooh..." Cliff groaned. "My prince, that was amazing..." Scion could only groan in reply. He was right, it was amazing. Unbelievably so. Scion had nearly passed out from it all.

The two scrambled around in the bed a bit, Scion's ass leaking copious amounts of cum and his body shaking as he lay next to his horse, the two embracing each other.

"My prince-"

"You can call me Scion, Cliff," said Scion. "I'm not sure I can even be called a prince anymore."

"Huh..." Cliff considered it for a moment and then shook his head. "I pledged my loyalty to you as my prince, and so you'll remain my prince."

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, eyes locked, the two exhausted after their fuck. The silence was soon broken by the wolf.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you... my prince." They kissed once again, hands slowly roaming each other's body.

TO BE CONTINUED