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Prince in Chains: Chapter 6

Christoph stepped down the cold, stone corridors of his castle, proudly displaying his naked body to the many guards he passed, his leathery dragon cock swinging to and fro between his legs as he went, his strong, muscular body fully nude and exposed. He let his guards ogle him, a few of them smacking their lips, mouths watering at the sight of his powerful body and intimidating maleness. Accompanying him were the two Atreon brothers, Scion and Garth, the older brother bravely following his new king while the younger still seemed a bit nervous standing under Christoph's banner. It was going to take some getting used to, but Garth wasn't going to back out of this now.

He kept glancing at his brother, surprised to see how readily and stoically Scion followed the draconid. Garth could learn from him, the older brother striding behind their king, both brothers as naked as he was, earning a few hungry glances themselves from the nearby guards. Christoph lead them down halls and up flights of stairs, eventually leading them out onto a large balcony where a horde of his men stood in his courtyard, dressed in their usual skimpy attired: codpieces and revealing armour, asscheeks exposed.

"My people!" Christoph addressed them, voice booming out and his men cheering for their king. "I present to you the princes of Atreon - those who will assist in our taking of their former kingdom!" More cheers and applause from Christoph's men, the two wolves standing by the dragon's side. Garth kept glancing at his older sibling who stood upright, his naked, muscular lupine body on display. He was fully behind the dragon, giving Christoph his full support.

"Prepare yourselves tonight!" Christoph bellowed. "Tomorrow we march on Atreon; we will take it and we will violate it!" The cheering turned deafening. His soldiers were fevered, applauding loudly. They were all looking forward to taking the kingdom as their dragon king wanted. Christoph continued, "And now, the two princes shall show their loyalty to us; to me!" He snapped his fingers and Scion took action, kneeling by the dragon's side. Garth was a bit hesitant but followed his brother's lead, kneeling down on the other side of the dragon, the two wolf's looking down at the massive draconid cock resting between Christoph's powerful thighs, the fat girthy thing already starting to twitch.

Christoph glared down at them, placing a hand on each of their heads.

"Go on," he said, his deep, powerful voice reverberating in their ears. "Prove your loyalty to me." He stood there expectantly while Scion reached out and took the cock in his hand, moving forward and looking his brother in the eyes as he began to slowly lick up the huge, growing shaft. Garth braced himself and followed Scion's lead, moving his muzzle towards the dragon's maleness and licking over it along with his brother. Their tongues danced around the shaft, the soldiers all cheering as they watched the two princes pleasuring their king's cock, their warm, wet tongues , moving up and down the hardening rod.

Christoph pushed them closer, the prince's lips pressing against Christoph's cock, the brothers' tongues rubbing against each other. They looked at each other, eyes locked and Garth's cheeks blushing bright pink. Scion made a move and moved closer, suddenly kissing his brother, the two of them tasting each other's mouths, still pleasuring the king's cock, slurping and licking at it while they kissed, moaning softly and lecherously.

"Look at them!" Christoph addressed his people once again. "Look how the proud princes of Atreon pleasure me like a couple of cheap whores!" He bucked his hips forward, humping against the two wolves' lips, his shaft throbbing harder, growing longer between their lips. The two wolven brothers kept kissing and licking, Garth giving out soft, whimpering groans while his brother's moaning had more of a needy, approving tone to it. Having fully submitted to the Kroscian way Scion found himself unable to get enough of his lord's cock. He kept licking and slurping at the leathery cock presented to him, his brother following his lead and licking along with him, the powerful, musky, taste filling their maws. Christoph's scent filled their canine noses, faces rubbing against his crotch. They could see the horde of soldiers watching out the corner of their eyes. Many of them were touching themselves through their leather codpieces and a lot of those increasingly horny men had already whipped their cocks out and were openly stroking themselves off as as they watched King Christoph having his way with the two wolves' muzzles.

Pre leaked out the dragon's tip, wetting his foreskin with the stuff and dripping down his shaft before quickly being licked up. Garth quickly got himself a taste of the salty stuff, the fluids smearing across his tongue.

"Enough foreplay," Christoph growled. "Suck on my cock! Show my men how much you worship me!" He glared down at them and quickly decided on which wolf to bestow the honour of sucking him off onto, and that wolf was Garth. He grabbed the younger brother's head and shoved him onto his cock, making him gag and gasp as the king thrust forward and buried his cock down the former prince's throat.

Scion, though jealous that his brother was the one getting the cock down his throat, still went about pleasuring the dragon. He lowered his muzzle, rubbing his mouth against Christoph's balls and taking them inside him. He sucked and licked, the dragon growling his approval above him. Christoph kept his grip on Garth's head and began to hump into him, yanking the silver-furred wolf down on his aching fuckstick and thrusting in hard. His people roared and cheered, pleasuring and stroking themselves, several men already having blown their loads across the courtyard floor, every single one of them enjoying the show.

Christoph looked down at his two bitches. Once proud princes of Atreon, now nothing more than filthy, cock-hungry whores for him to use. With his cock leaking against Garth's tongue he started pounding back and forth, gripping Garth's ears in his hands as he worked, grunting and growling, his balls being eagerly sucked by the older Atreon brother.

"Suck on it, whore!" Christoph ordered. "Suck on your new king's cock!" Garth moaned in reply, lips wrapped firmly around the shaft, tongue slurping all around his girth, mouth sucking on it long and hard. The scents and tastes washed over him, assaulting his senses and making him light-headed. He managed to pause for a split second to collect himself but Christoph refused to give him any respite, his hands forcing the wolf down on his length and his hips pistoning violently back and forth.

Garth could feel it getting deep down his bulging throat, the massive cock violating him, the pre leaking down his throat. He was made to swallow the stuff as Christoph worked back and forth, his hands still keeping Garth held firmly between his legs, his fucking eliciting moan after moan from the bitch with every powerful thrust of his scaly hips.

"Scion," Christoph growled. "Get my ass."

"Yes, my king," Scion obeyed, pulling away from the low-hanging balls and moving to kneel behind the dragon, quickly shoving his face between the two strong cheeks, a warm waft of draconic musk greeting his nostrils as he did so. He went to town eating that tight ass, tongue hungrily lapping at it, coating it with spit and moving up and down the hole. With his brother still working his mouth up and down Christoph's cock, Scion soon rammed his tongue into the king's ass, giving out a muffled moan as he thrust it in deep. The wet appendage flitting around inside Christoph's passage, tickling the sides of his passage and making the big, powerful male shiver with pleasure, the attention coaxing more thick globs of pre to ooze from his fat cock head.

Christoph had a wide, lecherous grin on his face, pure ecstasy covering his face, his mouth even starting to drool from the sheer pleasure coursing through his body. His breathing was deep and heavy, his grip on Garth's ears tightening and his hole throbbing and twitching around the warm tongue lodged deep inside it. He gave out a shaking growl, his hips working ever harder at Garth's mouth, balls bouncing and smacking against Garth's chin. He dragged the wolf close, Scion still licking him deeply, his tongue pushed firmly and deeply inside the dragon's body. Christoph grew tense, glaring down at Garth; he was getting close. The little furry slut's mouth was going to push him over the edge at any second.

"Good whore," Christoph growled. "Keep at it; keep sucking me!" His growling and moaning continued, his hips slapping loudly at Garth's face, his balls ready to blow inside the lupine. It didn't take much longer; a few harsh thrusts of his hips and Christoph's body was ready. He tilted his head up and gave out a deafening roar that echoed throughout the courtyard, his hips thrusting forward and ramming everything he had down Garth's throat. The younger prince gasped and choked on it, eyes going wide as he was flooded with hot dragon cum. He groaned and whined, the stuff firing down his throat and filling his stomach. Scion could feel Christoph's body pulsing around his tongue while the king pumped load after load inside his brother's body. The powerful, salty taste filled Garth's mouth, the stuff coating his tongue and filling his maw. Garth gulped it all down, though a good amount of the stuff spilled out the sides of his mouth and dripped down his chin, matting his fur in the stuff.

"Mm! Mrrrph!!" Garth kept moaning, lips locked firmly around Christoph's cock. His tongue twitched against the cock, slurping at it and cleaning the huge thing, flitting against the leaking cock head while Christoph fired the last of his load inside him. He kept his cock hilted down Garth's throat, balls pressed against his furry chin. Christoph basked in the afterglow for a few moments before pulling his cock out with a grunt. Garth gasped out, coughing loudly and spluttering while Christoph smacked his cock against his cheeks, cleaning it of any excess seed.

Christoph looked out at his people, the men all pleasuring themselves in one way or another, revelling in the sexual fervour. Some of them were simply stroking while others took it further and had started fucking, breeding each other's asses, pounding faces, filling and covering each other in their seed. Christoph addressed them.

"You've seen how the two princes bow to and serve me!" he called out. "Now, fuck and enjoy yourselves, and once your balls are empty, prepare yourself for tomorrow's battle!" With that, he turned, stepping back into the castle and gesturing for the wolves to follow.

"We're going to my chambers," he said. "I need to discuss things with you. You in particular, Garth." Garth gave a nervous whine at that and followed his king, his brother still by his side. As Christoph said, the two were brought to his chambers: a huge, lavish room, a massive bed in the far centre, the place royally decorated as would be expected from the personal chambers of a king. Christoph turned to the two brothers, the trio standing there, both wolves wondering what the big, hulking draconid had brought them here for. Christoph looked to Garth.

"You still seem a bit apprehensive," he said. Garth gulped and looked away, wringing his hands nervously.

"N-no," Garth shook his head. "It's just that this is a big change. I never dreamed I'd turn against my own father let alone attack Atreon..."

"Hm, understandable," Christoph grunted. "But I can't have you hesitating during the battle, which is why you need to prove to me that you truly want this, that you're truly loyal to me."

"W-what do I have to do?" Garth gulped. Christoph's mouth curled into a smirk and he went over to his wardrobe nearby, opening it up and taking a moment to consider his options before pulling out a large, leather riding crop. He smacked it against his palm and turned back to Garth who glanced at his brother.

"You can handle it," Scion assured him. "You're stronger than you think." Garth hesitated but then nodded.

"I want to prove myself," he said bravely. "I know what you say about my father makes sense, how you say his rule needs to be stopped... It's difficult for me, but I want to join you against him. So... I'll prove myself to you."

"Good boy," Christoph gave a grin and then nodded to the bed. "Bend over."

Garth took in a nervous breath and did as he was told. He bent over the bed and raised his tail, presenting his petite, wolven ass to the scaly male who now stood behind him, lightly tapping his palm with the crop before bringing it down to run teasingly across Garth's rump. He then looked over at Scion who stood nearby.

"Feel free to watch," said Christoph. "And take care of business if you need to." He glanced down at the hardness Scion was sporting, the wolf having hardened while burying his face in his king's ass.

"Thank you, Sir," Scion nodded, watching on as the king prepared to put Garth to the test.

"This is going to hurt," said Christoph, still teasing the wolf's ass with his crop. "But I'm sure you could have gathered that." Garth felt the crop leave his cheek and braced himself, gripping onto the bedsheets and readying himself before the crop was brought down on his ass once again, the sound of the thing, leather thing meeting his rump echoing around the room. Garth yelped and winced, the burning pain pulsing through his rump as the dragon brought the riding crop down again and again, smacking him ruthlessly across the ass, pained moans escaping from Garth's throat and red marks starting to show themselves across his behind.

Scion watched on as his brother was whipped in front of him, his hardness never faltering for a moment. His hand was on it in a moment and he eagerly began tugging at it, stroking himself as that riding crop drew harsh, red lines across Garth's ass. The two brother's looked at each other, eyes meeting. Garth, understandably, had a pained look on his face, eyes watering and face scrunched up, but he didn't ask for mercy. He stayed in his bent over position and took it all, watching his brother stroking off to his punishment.

"How does it feel?" Scion eventually asked after a dozen or so more brutal smacks.

"Hurts..." Garth grunted. Scion was about to speak up again when his brother continued, "But... not in a bad way..." Garth wasn't sure how to explain it. It hurt, it burned, but despite it all he felt his crotch starting to tingle, his maleness starting to grow and harden in the face of the pain in his ass.

_Smack!_Garth kept crying out as the crop hit him again and again, the dragon bearing down on him and brutalizing the wolf's rump. His cock had started hardening again. Nothing like hearing a squirming bitch's agonized cries to get the blood flowing.

Once Garth's ass was a mess of red marks clearly visible under his silvery-white fur, Christoph tossed the crop to the floor and stepped up behind him with his cock fully erect and ready to delve inside a nice, tight fuckhole. He glared down at the ass presented to him, his powerful dragon claws grabbing the wolf's cheeks and spreading them. Garth gasped when he felt the cold air blowing over his exposed ass, still slightly stretched and used from the last time his brother had taken him. Scion stayed where he was, idly stroking himself off, the wet sound of his hand working up and down his pre-slick shaft very audible.

Christoph gazed hungrily at the ass in front of him, his massive dragon cock pulsing, his black scales glistening in the dim light, his tongue licking his lips and his member once again starting to leak pre. He was going to destroy this tight wolf cunt. Garth felt the dragon's claws digging into his cheeks as the king pushed forward, cock pressing against Garth's hole, smearing it with his fluids as he began to hump against it.

"So tight," Christoph smirked. "It won't be for long." He grabbed his cock with one hand, lining it up and holding his massive, rigid thing in his hand, pressing forward and grunting loudly; he could feel Garth's body stretching around his maleness and slowly accepting him inside it.

Garth took in a sharp breath, wincing and groaning as the massive cock violated him, driving deeper and deeper inside his ass while Scion watched from nearby, jerking his manhood while he watched that fat dragon cock disappearing inside his brother's cunt.

"Ngghh! Ohh, fuck!" Garth moaned. He started to sweat as he was penetrated and used, his ass sore and burning with pain, the dragon's manhood pulsing against his walls. "Oooh... M...My king...!" Garth whimpered and whined, squirming under Christoph's powerful body. The dragon leaned forward, bringing his scaly muzzle close to Garth's ear and breathing into it.

"Moan for me, pet," he growled, thrusting forward and shoving more of his cock into the wolf's ass, Garth crying out as he did. The wolf gave him what he wanted, moaning pitifully under him, his voice shaking and quivering. It felt like ages, but eventually Christoph had managed to hilt inside Garth's ass, every single inch of his long, fat cock resting deep inside him.

"Hurts...!" Garth whimpered, fingernails scraping across the bedsheets. "Oh, gods! Sir! My king!" Garth panted, cheeks matted with pained tears. Christoph began humping into him, cock sliding in and out of the wolven hole, the attention making the younger wolf brother shake under him. Garth clenched his teeth and gave a gasp when he felt a warm tingling pulsing through him. His cock kept growing and hardening, twitching as he was bred by the bigger, stronger male, those sharp draconic claws digging into his rump hard enough to cause him pain.

"Mm! Tight little whore!" Christoph growled, sliding his cock out only to thrust it all back in again, pistoning back and forth with powerful movements of his scaly hips. Garth looked to the side, watching his brother pleasuring himself, his hand working fervently up and down his aching shaft, fingers wet with pre, hips bucking forward and humping into his grip.

"Take it, Garth," said Scion, looking down at him. "Enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Y-y-yes!" Garth cried out. That was the truth, his leaking cock was evidence of that. He gripped onto the sheets, letting the dragon have his way with him, eager and desperate to prove himself to his new lord.

The myriad sounds of sex filled the room. Their loud, guttural moans, Garth's whimpers mixed in with the sounds of Christoph's hips slapping against his cheeks and the wet sounds of Scion's hand moving up and down his own wet length. He stepped close to get a better look at his brother's ass being fucked, his stroking growing faster, his legs starting to shake. He was close and he was going to cum all over his brother's fur. His eyes were trained on the huge cock working in and out of Garth's fuckhole, his ears filled with their combined moaning.

"Moan for me!" Christoph hissed.

"Yes, Sir!" Garth whined in reply, his body clenching around the cock in his ass. "I need you, my king! Y-you feel so good inside me! Oh, gods, Sir!!" He pushed back, eyes wide as every inch of massive dragon cock was shoved into his throbbing ass. He begged for more, his body desperate for it, the bigger male bearing down on him, claws digging into his rump, his hot dragon breath blowing through Garth's fur.

Garth's cock twitched, his breath catching in his throat as the merciless pummelling his ass was getting pushed him closer to boiling points. He clenched his teeth, eyes snapping shut and a submissive moan escaping his throat. He wasn't able to hold back his load for much longer; a few more deep thrusts from Christoph sent him hurtling towards climax. Crying out, Garth pressed back against Christoph's hips before finally blowing his cum all over the king's bed, his cock throbbing and pulsing, shooting several thick, hot loads all over the satin sheets, his body quaking and overwhelmed with his orgasm.

"Unnnf... Oooh..." Garth groaned, his body going limp as the last of his seed shot out the tip of his cock while Christoph still fucked his ass as hard as his strong hips could go.

"That's it, my pet," Christoph growled. "Cum for your king!" The sound of his hips smacking against the wolf's ass only grew louder as he kept up his fucking. Scion wasn't too far behind his brother, hand working furiously up and down his rod, hips bucking into his grip and his balls preparing to unload all over Garth's body.

He kept watching his lord breeding that tight ass of Garth's, eyes locked on that huge cock. He took a step closer, aiming his cock at his brother as he came, moaning out as he fired a dozen thick loads of lupine cum across Garth's back, coating him in the stuff while his hand kept stroking himself and coaxing more of his cum from his twitching dick.

He stepped back with a gasp, Christoph glancing at him and smirking before turning his attention back to the whore in front of him.

"You look good covered in your brother's cum," the dragon growled. "How's it feel?"

"Filthy," Garth whimpered. "I feel filthy, a-and... horny... so horny, Sir!"

"Good whore," Christoph growled, his hand smacking across the side of Garth's ass and making him yelp out.

"I need your load, Sire!" Garth whimpered. "I need to feel your cum in my ass! Please, Sir! Cum in me, I beg you!" He could feel Christoph's manhood getting deep inside him, violating his inner reaches, ploughing his body brutally.

Snarling viciously, Christoph buried his cock inside Garth's ass, claws digging into him hard enough to draw blood at this point, his cock throbbing and body once again unloading inside the younger wolf's body. Garth gasped at the feel. Powerful loads of dragon seed being shot deep into him, coating his walls and painting his passage white with cum. Christoph pulled him back and held the wolf in place, grinding into him, pumping him full of enough cum that Garth felt his belly start to distend slightly from the sheer amount of fluids being fired into him.

"Oh, gods!" Garth whined, trembling in Christoph's grip.

It felt like hours to the wolf prince; hours of bending over and taking the flood of cum inside of him before Christoph's orgasm finally subsided and the dragon, after spending a moment enjoying the tightness gripping him, slowly slid out. Garth's stretched ass poured cum out of it as it was freed, Garth lying there and panting loudly, weak and exhausted.

"Sir?" Scion spoked up. "Are you happy with him?"

"Ha, oh, he proved himself," Christoph chuckled. "I could tell by the tone of his moaning how much he needs me. So, yes, I'm happy with him." The two brothers looked at each other, though Garth certainly couldn't say anything in his state. Christoph spoke up again, "Take him to his chambers. I'm done with you both for now."

"Yes, Sir," Scion nodded and helped his brother to his feet, supporting him as they left, Garth limping along with an arm around Scion's shoulders.

"You did well," Scion said as they stepped down the hallway towards Garth's chambers.

"Thank... you..." Garth panted. "I wanted to... to prove myself. I'm in this with you until the end, brother." Scion nodded, holding his sibling close.

"I know, Garth," he said. "Heh, you took Christoph's cock like a champ." Garth gave a light smile, blushing at that.

"It felt good," he said. "I think I'm getting used to this."

"Well, you always were a whore,"

"Hey!" Garth would have slapped him had he the strength.

He was brought to his room where he collapsed on his bed, naked and leaking cum, groaning softly. If what Christoph had said was true, tomorrow they'd be attacking their home, the kingdom that raised them... Tomorrow, they would dethrone their father.

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