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"Father, do I really have to be here?"

"Yes, Finnigan. It's important that you mingle and form relationships, even at your age."

An audible, yet quiet groan escaped the boy's lips as young Prince Finnigan Ayersi Faustus stood next to his father, adorned in ceremonial garb. He was covered in gaudy, expensive clothes from head to toe, with a lavish cape resting over his shoulders. His head lacked a crown, though the sprouting feathers from his forehead more than made up for the lack of any ornament. He attempted to look polite, but the only expression his 10 year old muzzle could muster was one of pure and utter boredom.

Finn should have seen it coming. He knew that, as they neared into winter, they were eventually going to have a big diplomatic meeting in the grand hall, but he hadn't expected it so soon. He thought he might have another couple of weeks at least of idle leisure and boyish pranks before he'd be forced to stand for hours on end and speak politely to various diplomats and ambassadors from all over the continent. Yet, here he was nonetheless.

It was his father's idea. There was something of an alliance with the majority of the neighbouring kingdoms and a polite relationship with the outer kingdoms that they couldn't quite reach within a couple of days ride. Yet, Finnigan's father felt it all the more important they foster an idea of peace, and so he regularly asked them to attend his castle one a year-- though they did occasionally go elsewhere-- and they mingled, discussing political matters and potential new trade routes. Though Finn didn't know most of them by name, and honestly didn't care to remember when they told him, he knew they were important figures and knew that his appearance and how he acted would, in turn, matter to his father. The night was something of both tradition and politics, both things that Finn silently hated.

He swept his gaze across the room and found himself staring yet again at two figures that stood near the back end of the room, keeping to themselves: Mages. Magic was something of an oddity in this world-- though not uncommon, the aptitude for casting magic or even using it in general was rare and slim. To that end, those who were found to have an affinity for spellcasting formed an organisation known as the Mages Guild. They were effectively above the law, though attempted to foster some kind of friendly relationship with most kingdoms. People who could conjure fire at their fingertips didn't tend to have need for rules, but the supplies for their practice were predominantly provided by kingdoms all over the continent. Finn had always been fascinated by them, and he couldn't help but look at them and wonder what kind of abilities they had. They weren't the only mages there, of course-- most of the diplomats had their own court wizard who had used their skills to get them to Elkine faster.

Finn's father had his own court wizard, though he wasn't always around. He had his own special place to use his magic and brew concoctions in the lower parts of the west wing, beneath his father's chambers and other places, but most of the time the court wizard wasn't even in the kingdom, typically out exploring and performing matters for his guild. The only reason he had a place in Elkine was down to Finn's father-- the two were friends as children. To that end, Finn knew him only vaguely, but the figure next to him was completely and utterly new.

Finn knew very little about the world, but what he had at least been taught told him that the boy he was now staring at came from the tribal people to the far north of the continent, where the weather was cold and it always seemed to snow. He was a white arctic fox, his fur traced with blue runes that made him look strangely exotic and interesting. Though he was one of the 'tribal folk', as Finn had heard some say, he stood with a posture and an air about him that, to Finn, screamed of a boy who had been taught fine etiquette. Clad in only a traditional loincloth and a ceremonial tunic over his front painted with all manner of runes and symbols, the fox was doing his best to look attentive yet observant, keeping to himself. No-one dared to approach him, though that wasn't because he was frightening. Rather, they were scared of the familiar whose head was nestled firmly atop the fox's head.

Wargs. Finn knew of them only by name and never by sight. He'd never laid eyes upon one in his entire life, but he knew they also hailed from the northern regions. Many of the commoners in Ekline spoke terrifying tales of tribal people riding on giant wolves to terrorise villages with 'breath of frost' and 'pikes as sharp as their cold, dead eyes', but from what Finn could see from the other end of the room, the warg that was comfortably sitting behind its master looked nothing short of hilarious. Its tongue was lolled like a panting puppy and it drooled spittle into a small puddle on the floor beside his master, who did his best to look presentable despite the creature rather unceremoniously using him as a chin rest. Finn couldn't help but smile, even if only a little. Their peculiar combination was giving the boy some courage to approach, if only because he also felt a pang of pity: the fox looked a little lonely, and they were practically the only two people in the room who were reasonably the same age.

"Father," Finn turned his head slightly in his father's direction, who stood next to him, arms clasped in front of him as he quickly bowed to some passing diplomats. "I'm going to go and mingle."

"Oh?" His father sounded surprised, turning his head to stare down at him, eyes wide. "Well, alright. Just remember to--"

"Be polite and be careful with my words. I understand, father." Finn briefly bowed to his king, before he stepped away from him and began to weave his way around the room, aware that his father's eyes were upon him.

Finn passed by several diplomats and briefly engaged them in polite conversation as he slipped his way through. Most of the benign conversation was about his father's plans for the future or how he would be ascending to the throne in the next 10 or so years, and Finn politely replied to them, but kept his answers vague, admitting on occasion that he didn't know much about what his father intended to do with the kingdom in the near future. Eventually, he managed to break away from the majority of the crowd and found himself only a handful of metres away from the fox and his giant warg.

Finn glanced over to him absently, and their eyes met, if only briefly. The fox stared at him with those chilling cyan eyes before he looked away again, scanning his gaze across the room. Finn lingered his gaze perhaps a little too long, enough for their eyes to meet again shortly after the first time. Finn quickly averted his eyes, but couldn't help but smile just a little, his muzzle curling into a restrained grin. Eventually, he sucked in a breath and stepped closer, making his intentions to approach known. He watched as the fox silently tilted his head to the side and glanced up towards the figure beside him, a brightly coloured avian who Finn knew to be the court wizard.

"Prince Finnigan. A pleasure-- I believe it's been several months since we lost spoke." The avian cleared his throat and spoke to him from the few metres distance between them, inadvertently breaking the ice and allowing Finn an 'in', as it were. The hybrid breathed a quiet sigh of relief and closed the distance to them, the obligation to reply and have polite conversation giving him the opportunity to be introduced to the tribal boy.

"Hello, Magus Solomon. It has indeed been some time," Finnigan offered him a brief and simple bow along with a friendly smile. "How have your travels been?"

"Ah, quite well," The avian replied, puffing out his chest in a way that was not flattering. "I've been exploring the northern regions of the continent and, well, that's where I found my apprentice. Prince Finnigan, meet Etis."

Finn turned his attention to the arctic fox, and Etis cleared his throat. As if on command, the Warg atop his head slowly raised itself up, easing its chin off of the boy's head. The arctic fox offered a polite bow, deepening the extent of his dipped frame, as was customary when respecting one of an arguably higher status.

"It is my honour, my lord." Etis spoke, and Finn detected the hint of a foreign accent, masked beneath layers of etiquette. The colour rose to Finn's cheeks and he cleared his throat.

"A-Ah, no need for such extensive formalities..." He began awkwardly. "I'm a prince, but a young one at that. I don't have the maturity for such merit."

It was all bluster, but in truth he'd rather not have that kind of undue attention. Being treated so kindly by people lesser than him seemed to rile up something within him-- his own personal servant was all too aware of what power did to the pubescent boy. Solomon cleared his throat and also offered a bow, though his was short and curt.

"If you'll excuse me, I must mingle and speak to a few important individuals." He made a quick gesture and then retreated, and Finn saw no problem with it-- though he didn't really have the power to tell him to stay, even if he wanted him to. It was a good thing really, for it gave Finn time to get to know Etis better. They stood there in a brief awkward silence.

"Um...quite the gathering, isn't it?" Etis began, gesturing out towards the crowd. Finn groaned.

"It is, but it's a frightful bore." He remarked dryly, casting his gaze over the crowd. His ears perked when he heard a quiet, titillating laughter.

"You're not what I expected you to be, Prince Finnigan," Etis remarked. "I was ultimately expecting a pompous upstart, especially since you're so young."

"I'll try not to be offended by that," Finn responded with an arched eyebrow, a small smile crossing his face. "Thought I wager you're about my age anyway."

"Well...2 years your senior, I'm afraid."

"Surely you jest."

"Our tribes-folk tend to look a little younger than they appear, I'm afraid."

"That's...quite interesting, I admit," Finn continued. "Would you mind if I learnt more about your people? Though granted, I imagine you don't have a lot to tell...I'm just very curious about the outside world, and magic, and everything else. My father travels a great deal and I accompany him, but he's protective and I can never stray too far."

"I can, though...it would be more appropriate if we find somewhere less noisy to talk, don't you agree?" Etis suggested. Finn knew it was a bad move-- not because he didn't want to find somewhere private with the boy, but because his father wouldn't be pleased if he'd disappeared during the gathering. Etis's Warg wasn't hard to miss, either. Despite that, he was intrigued.

"...Alright. I pray my father doesn't catch wind of us leaving and scold me." Finn giggled quietly to himself and Etis nodded, making a brief and simple gesture to the creature behind him. They slowly made their way towards one of the doors nearby, of which Finn was certain would lead out into the courtyard. They waited until they were sure no-one was watching them before they slipped out into the cold night.

The great hall was so expansive and large that it was more or less impossible for it to be situated in the main part of the castle, and so it was instead built as a separate building inside the castle walls. Unfortunately, that meant the two adventurous cubs had to quickly made their way across the cobblestones towards the main castle entrance so that they could inevitably retreat to somewhere more private. The Warg was their biggest hurdle.

"Is he your familiar?" Finn asked with a whisper. Though he knew very little about familiars, he knew they were some sort of pet. Etis glanced back towards his Warg before he nodded. With a grin, he padded forwards ahead of Finn and bolted up the stairs to the castle's entrance. It was in that moment that Finn noticed yet another oddity of the fox: a pair of twin tails billowing behind him. With a frown, the hybrid soon followed.

With Finn's guidance, Etis lead the way towards the wing where Finn's chambers were situated. They were less likely to be disturbed if they were in his own room rather than in some random chamber of the castle, where anyone could walk in on them. To Finn's surprise, his usual personal servant, Jaxon, was nowhere to be seen. Finn guessed he was getting some food or had already finished his duties for now, and was likely waiting for Finn to finish at the gathering. If anything, that made it all the more easier for the two of them to have some alone time. With the three of them, Etis's familiar included, safely inside, Finn closed the door behind them.

"I pray we don't get disturbed here." Finn began with a weary sigh, removing the cape from around his shoulders and draping it over one of the chairs that sat on the other end of the room around an ornate wooden table. He returned to his four poster bed, which Etis had already taken the leisure to lay upon.

"You have quite a nice room." Etis remarked.

"Thank you. I don't really decorate it myself, unfortunately," Finn's eyes followed Etis's warg, who too the liberty of curling up beside the door, effectively blocking anyone from coming in. "So...as I was saying before-- what's it like?"

"Cruel, and cold," Etis idly replied, looking down at his hands. "Our huts were tiny and the only warmth we could get was from each other or a fire. Most of our tribes-folk have some magic affinity, though most of us don't have the knowledge to practice."

"Oh...I see. Sorry, it was a stupid question." Finn muttered, looking down at his knees.

"You weren't to know," Etis assured him. "Besides, I'm away from it all now. Solomon is kind, if a little..."

"Handsy?" Finn remarked, and the two of them shared a giggle. Solomon felt himself above the law in a lot of ways. Though Finn had never been a recipient, Solomon always surrounded himself with well-kept men whenever he was visiting. Though Finn hadn't thought much of it when he was younger, he more or less understood it now.

"So, what about your Warg?" Finn asked.

"Pderto," Etis said a word that Finn didn't quite understand, and the hybrid's confused expression made Etis grin. "That's his name. When someone has a familiar, it's like...they can feel everything you feel, even down to whether you're happy or sad."

"That sounds...scary. Like someone living inside your head." Finn remarked, and Etis shrugged it off.

"Somewhat, though he is his own person. I can understand him as much as he can understand me, because we have that link." The fox made a gesture, and Finn experimentally reached out, placing a hand on Etis's bare leg.

"So he can feel this?" Finn asked quietly, and Etis slowly nodded. Finn glanced over to the Warg and the creature's tag began to wag ever so slightly, gently thumping against the wooden floor. It seemed that Etis's claims held truth.

"And this?" Finn asked, his voice growing ever quieter as his hand snuck in around Etis's inner thigh. That he hadn't initially had the intention to do it, Finn found himself naturally getting a little handsy himself. Despite that, however, he didn't venture further upwards, at least not for the moment. When Etis let out something of a groan, however, Finn found himself sneaking ever closer to the hem of the loincloth.

"Hah...do all princes do this sort of thing?" Etis joked, and Finn let out something of a growl, leaning his head in a little closer to graze the dampness of his nose and the contrasting warmth and dryness of his muzzle and lips against Etis's cheek and down to his neck.

"Not all of us, no-- but you can't deny it's nice, can you?" Finn asked. Though he was inexperienced, he could at least tell that Etis was tense. He could feel the quiver of the fox's muscles against his fingers, though it wasn't because of nerves-- at least, Finn didn't hope so. The fox seemed perhaps a little too confident.

"Ah, well, I don't mind it..." Etis admitted. "This sort of thing wasn't rare back at my tribe."

"And how was it?" Finn asked, fingers grazing the fabric of the loincloth.

"Warm...passionate. Mutual," Etis muttered, his voice husky and lidded with a certain hint of arousal. "Very different to what the mages like."

"Let me show you how a prince does it, then." Finn suggested, and with a sharp nudge and a gentle push, he coaxed Etis onto his side and clambered on top of him. Etis didn't fight his advances-- if anything, the smirk on his face and the wiggle of his hips made it clear that the attraction was very, very mutual. The two of them scooted closer to the middle of the bed and up wards the pillows for a more comfier experience.

Finn might have enjoyed his servant on a few occasions-- and one particular prince who'd proven to be more than he could handle-- but the hybrid puppy prince was still quite inexperienced, at least compared to Etis. The canine's lips roamed and peppered Etis's neck, but his hands couldn't quite find where they wanted to be. He found himself eventually settling them on the fluff of Etis's hips, before moving just as quickly to his own clothes, aware he was overdressed. Etis seemed to enjoy Finn's dominant personality, and though Finn was unawares of how much more powerful the apprentice was compared to him, the arctic fox played along for now.

Finn leant up, aware that he wasn't going to easily undress himself if he was still towering over the fox's body. He tugged at the buttons that held his shirt together and clumsily managed to worm the buttons through their holes as Etis watched him from a distance, enjoying the warmth of the bed beneath him and the sight of the undressing prince before him. Nothing but the moonlight illuminated them, along with the dim glow of fire below outside the window, bathing the two of them in an ethereal glow.

Eventually, the prince managed to undo the shirt enough for him to pull it over his head, and he tossed it to the floor, knowing that someone would eventually pick it up like the spoilt brat he was. He hesitated for a moment as he watched Etis shift and moved, the fox pulling his legs up to press his hind paws against the hybrid's legs. He dragged them up towards his hips and curled them inwards, pushing the fullness of his toes and pads against Finn's crotch.

"Do you like this?" Etis murmured quietly, making his voice sound low and submissive. Finn had never really paid attention to Etis's paws before, but now that he was seeing them close, he became aware of the fact they were more animal-like in appearance than his own. Rather than walking along the length of his paw like most people he knew, Etis's paws were digitrade in nature, his ankle sitting high up as he effectively walked in tiptoes. Despite that, it was clear the fox was quite dexterous with his movements, especially in the way he splayed his toes and curled them against the fabric of the prince's pants, managing to catch the cloth between his digits.

"It's...not something I've tried before." Finn admitted. Though he wasn't sure how to feel about it, it was clear from his body's reaction that he was enjoying the touch. The blood pumped eagerly to his member hidden beneath those pants and he was pretty sure that Etis could feel his twitching cock against his paws. The prince looked strangely embarrassed for a moment, before he reached down and tugged at the string that held his pants up. It loosened under his movements and slipped down past his hips, trapped briefly on the end of his member. All it took was a swift tug for his cock to bob into view, and it fell immediately into the snug warmth of Etis's paws.

The fox was attentive to the prince's needs as if he were familiar with what made Finn tick. In truth, he was merely doing what he thought was right, and that seemed to line up with Finn's own desires. A quiet groan escaped the 10 year old's lips as he felt those toes curl around the girth of his cock, his member throbbing wildly under the assault. He watched as the fox pushed his paws forward, peeling back Finn's foreskin just a little as his outermost toe grazed with the cub's pelvis, pads pressed firmly into the base of his length. He dragged back up towards the tip, gliding each toe across the edge of Finn's sensitive glans and taking the foreskin with it, allowing it to bunch around the head. Etis's movements were slow and methodical, each curl of his paws and twisting of his ankle measured.

"Wow, you're...really good at this." Finn muttered, unable to resist reaching out and grasping each paw in either hand, holding them steady as he rocked his hips forwards and thrust between Etis's toes, dragging his foreskin back and forth, over and over. His breathing steadily quickened as Eits laid back and watched, the tenting beneath his loincloth a clear sign of his much he was enjoying seeing the prince thrust against him. Finn's eyes lidded over and he growled and groaned under his breath, his tail fervently wagging behind him.

Finn focused on the pleasure that grew within his loins, experienced enough with sex to be able to tell when he was getting close. His young hips slid back and forth and his breathing grew hot and heavy, and Etis propped himself up on his elbows to watch, tightening his grip around the prince's cock just a little more than usual. The end of Finn's cock bore no pre-seed or anything of the sort, but Finn ultimately preferred the friction compared to slick, wet movements, at least in this instance.

Eventually, he could take no more. With a final thrust and a quiet, lingering sigh, Finn orgasmed. A small dribble of cum oozed from the end of his member as his hips slowed to a halt, but Etis deliberately tugged his paws back and forth to coax out as much of the prince's cum as he could manage. The hybrid briefly squirmed under his movements and whimpered ever so slightly, coaxing a small bead of seed from the head of his length, where it dribbled down his cock and hung loosely from the end of his foreskin. Etis's movements eventually shook it from the end of the flesh and it landed unceremoniously on the fox's tenting loincloth.

Though Finn's knees wobbled with what was clear exhaustion, the glint in his eyes made it clear that he was anything but finished. Eager to keep going, the young pup scooted forwards, crawling across the fox's lap and up over his body. His hands hesitated for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting Etis's own for confirmation that what he was about to do was acceptable, before he reached for the hem of the boy's tunic. He slowly pulled it up, exposing the fox's pristine white fur and the supple flesh of his belly beneath. Finn experimentally sunk his hand in against the fur and Etis sighed quietly, apparently approving of the touch.

"Inexperienced?" Etis asked quietly, and Finn pursed his lips.

"No, of course not," He began. "Well...tribes-folk are new to me."

"We're not that different, you and I."

"I'm aware, but...your fur is softer. Gentler. I expected it to be rough from dirt and harsh winds and the cold, yet it's like...clouds." Finn remarked, catching the fur between his hands as his hand sank lower, trailing along the fox's lower stomach and towards his crotch.

"I'm glad you approve." Etis smirked a little to himself, watching as the prince's exploring digits moved towards his waist. Finn didn't bothered to untie the loincloth from the fox's waist-- instead, he simply moved it to the side and exposed the vulpine's knotted erection, anatomically correct and twitching as a solid 45 degree angle. Finn was no stranger to this type of arousal-- Prince Aerys had seen to that.

Slowly, Finn wrapped his hand firmly around the length of the member and felt it warmly pulse in his hands. Etis let out something of a groan and shifted a little, getting a bit comfier. His legs were forced to remained close thanks to Finn's domineering personality and the way the hybrid straddled his body, but Etis clearly didn't seem to mind all that much. If anything, he was rather enjoying the attention. Finn's hands slowly pumped the member up and down, careful not to apply too much pressure whilst gliding up and down, his fingers trailing along the sensitive flesh.

After a moment or two of idle rubbing, a sound caught Finn's attention, and he twisted his ear to listen a little closer. Aside from themselves, he could hear a deep, heavy panting along with an idle dripping sound, like water on stone. Finn slowly turned his head towards Etis's familiar, and his jaw dropped at the sight of the impressive Warg laid out on its side. That wasn't the astonishing part-- the part that really caught Finn's eye was the thick, pulsing meat that sat between the Warg's slightly spread legs and the fat balls that lay beside them. The dripping same came from the obvious leaking pre-cum that oozed from that knotted member, which readily dripped to form a small damp spot on the wooden floor mere inches from the Warg's body.

"Gods...that thing's as long as my arm," Finn gawked, before turning his attention to Etis. "He can feel when I...?"

"That's right. His pleasure is mine, and mine is technically his," Etis glanced to the Warg, who stared over at the two of them with bright yellow eyes. "...He's being polite and not interfering, though he enjoys your efforts."

"R...Right." Finn shook his head, if only because the thought of two bodies, two people sharing one collective feeling was rather strange to him, to a degree. Regardless, he continued, stroking the length up and down as Etis relaxed himself again, pressing his head into the pillows and sighing quietly. After a few moments of gentle stroke, Etis began to suck in through his teeth, causing Finn to pause.

"Too rough?" The hybrid asked with tentative, gritted teeth.

"A little dry. I may chafe if you don't wetten it a little." Etis suggested, and the two exchanged a silent stare. Finn knew what Etis was implying as much as Etis knew that Finn didn't like being ordered around. The tribal boy waggled his eyebrows and Finn grimaced, grunting in acknowledgement. Though he liked to do things on his own terms, it wouldn't be good if his current plaything was injured. Reluctantly, he bowed his head.

His lips trailed along Etis's body as he scooted himself backwards, getting into a better position for him to angle his head over the vulpine's cock. He grasped the twitching member in his hand, feeling the knot throb and pulse against his fingers as he angled it upright, enough for him to press his muzzle to the tapering end. Slowly, he opened his mouth, dragging out his small tongue and sliding it along the tip. Etis shuddered in response and offered a quiet, approving groan that encouraged Finn to push his head down a little deeper. He couldn't deny that the thought of pleasuring another man with his mouth with tantalising, but he was aware of the social connotations of such a thing-- he didn't want to be perceived to be submissive. It was fine in private, however; he trusted Etis wouldn't share this sort of information so daringly.

His head dropped lower and lower as his tongue glided along the underside of the twitching length, and he made sure to collect the saliva in his mouth a little, letting it swill and slid over the fox's cock in an effort to bathe every available inch in spittle, wanting to lube him up as much as possible. Finn tensed when he felt a hand atop his head, stroking his fur. The hybrid boy reached up to grasp Etis's stroking hand and pull it away, peeking open one eye to stare at the fox as he pushed his mouth down. The fox quirked an eyebrow in response and a grin spread across his face, but he relented and moved his hand away.

The steady dripping and deep panting was becoming all the more apparent as Finn glanced over at the warg out the corner of his eye, seeing the panting feral beast idly laying across the floor, its cock wildly twitching and spurting a few hapless strings of pre-cum across the wooden floor. Finn hoped the creature wouldn't make too much of a mess, for it would be a thing that Finn couldn't quite explain his way out of. The deeper that Finn's mouth went, and the more adventurous his tongue grew, the better Etis and Pderto seemed to feel. He could tell by the way Etis groaned and the Warg huffed through its nose.

This wasn't the end of their little adventure, however-- though Finn was keen to continue, there was something else he wanted out of this. He eventually raised his head, much to the surprise of Etis who was eyeing him curiously, wondering what the hybrid was up to. He shifted slightly when Finn began to move on top of him, though not before the crown prince wormed his way out of the cloth pants that had sagged around his waist. They slipped past his legs and knees, eventually kicked from his ankles as he straddled Etis's body, sitting himself along the fox's stomach and sliding himself back. It didn't take much effort for his behind to meet with the length of the tribal boy's cock.

"I didn't think you would..." Etis began, his expression one of surprise for just a moment before he lapsed into the same usual grin that was plastered on his face. Finn didn't bother to answer him, if only because his intentions were obvious. He shifted his hips back, hoisting them up enough for the tapering end of Etis's cock to slip in between his cheeks. Though he would have loved for the cock to slip into him with ease, he soon found he needed to angle it appropriately. He reached back to do so and wiggled his hips, sighing when his pucker met with the wet tip. He didn't hesitate to push down, and his reasonably experienced behind swallowed up the fox's member as he sank lower and lower.

A grunt to Finn's right indicated to him that the pair of them enjoyed it, or at least Etis did and Pderto was only enjoying it by proxy. The prince looked down at Etis's flushed expression and lidded gaze, and the canine shifted his hips, slipping himself lower until the knot kissed with his stretched ring. Balancing himself on his knees and reaching out to steady himself with his hands, the crown prince began to move, his hips subtly rolling and grinding, occasionally lifting up and falling down rather gently. His movements were laboured and riddled with tiredness, yet he persevered, enjoying himself. Though he'd already cum and couldn't quite see himself getting close anytime soon, it felt unfair for their experience to not be mutual-- plus, the spikes of pleasure that ran up his spine were quite addictive.

Etis reached out, placing his hands on Finn's hips, and the canine moved to grab the fox's wrists. With a giggle, he pushed the tribal boy's hands back, pinning them down against the bed and applying pressure through his own weight to hold them down as his hips continued to move. Etis let out a hiss, but his muzzle curled into a grin.

"Mmh-- you like being in charge, don't you?" Etis teased, and Finn lowered his head enough to graze his muzzle against Etis's cheek.

"I am the prince, after all." The boy growled in response, causing the fox to chuckle darkly in return. Etis angled his head, tilting it slightly in Finn's direction, and it didn't take much for their muzzles to meet. Their lips grazed one-another until Finn pressed further, and the two exchanged a sweet and simple kiss. Finn hadn't initially planned to do so, if only because he was inexperienced-- yet, things were so intimate between them that it felt appropriate.

Etis stuck out his tongue slightly, and Finn parted his lips to do the same. A stab of an unfamiliar sensation shot through his body at the meeting of their tongues and he pushed his hips down a little further, rolling them effortlessly on Etis's cock, sliding the member back and forth inside of him whilst squishing and pushing his behind against the knot, causing Etis to grunt quietly against his lips.

Finn's movements eventually sped up as he gauged Etis's reaction and the way the fox moved. The tribal boy occasionally rolled his hips, angling them upwards in an effort to thrust, though he was doing his best to be relatively obedient to what Finn wanted. It came obvious after a while that Etis wanted to knot, especially given the way he tried to push his hips firmly against the prince's behind whenever Finn slipped himself down. They parted their gentle kisses for a while and Finn ducked his head down, burying it against Etis's neck as the fox groaned and huffed against him, his fervent moans growing heavier and heavier.

"I'm almost there." Etis breathlessly warned, and Finn knew what he needed to do. The pup pushed, sliding his hips down and firmly pressing them against the heated, bulbous base of the fox's cock. Etis hissed through his teeth and after some gentle coaxing and nudging, the knot eventually stretched the prince's behind and slipped into him. Etis groaned with relief and rolled his head back, and it didn't take long for Finn to feel a warmth spreading throughout his gut.

At the same time, a wet, lewd splatter from across the room caught the prince's attention, and Finn raised his head just enough to see Pderto laid across the floor, one leg cocked up to expose his cock and balls. He wildly humped thin air as his knot visibly throbbed and pulsed like a beating heart, his fat balls churning and tucking up against his body as rope after rope splattered across the hardwood floor and seeped into the organic material, dampening it considerably. Finn's cheeks flushed at the sight of such a ferocious beast in such an enthralled, lust-driven state. He could barely peel his eyes away until he felt Etis's face nuzzle his chin.

"I'll clean up the mess later." Etis assured him with a purr, and Finn nodded slowly, satisfied. He relinquished his grip on the fox's wrists and propped himself up, arms and legs shaky. He could feel the knot throbbing inside of him, though he no way of knowing how much Etis was putting out. The fox smirked up at him and Finn narrowed his eyes.

"What?" The prince grunted.

"Nothing," Etis assured him. "I just hadn't expected me evening to go this way."

"Well...you and me both," Finn admitted. "Though now I'm worried we might get caught. My father likes to scold me when I go missing for too long, especially at these events."

"Don't worry-- I'm sure Solomon is more than aware of what we might be up to," Etis admitted. "He's...peculiar like that. He'll cover for us somehow."

"...As depraved as he is, I do appreciate that." Finn muttered, relaxing a little atop the fox and draping himself across his body.

"How long do we have?" Finn asked, his insides squeezing instinctively as he referred to the turgid knot firmly lodged in his behind.

"About 10 or 20 minutes, give or take." Etis admitted.

"I see. Then, tell me a story-- one that isn't sad to think about, if possible. I don't want to upset you."

"Hmm..." Etis hummed quietly, reaching up and curling his arms around Finn's beck to stroke his fur. "Alright. I'll tell you about the time Master Solomon and I were in Tribarn city to the south..."