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A Prince's Passions, A Demon's Desires

Part 2

For Roureem

By Draconicon

The monks came for him, eventually. The head of the monastery accompanied them, and the elder panda had many words of remonstration and beratement for the prince. He listened idly, barely hearing them through the slight buzz of the alcohol that he had consumed, but he nodded in all the right places and eventually the berating stopped. They escorted him back to the monastery, giving him the honor that he was due even if they obviously didn't entirely believe that he deserved it. He didn't care. He had been given everything he needed by...by...

Well, Bu Ren wasn't entirely certain why he felt better, but he did, and that was all that mattered. He walked with more confidence than he had felt before, and there were some in the village that didn't shrink from him this time around. He smiled at them, giving them nods of benevolent, royal approval.

Then the monks pushed him on, and he was forced to keep moving.

When they returned to the monastery, he was shut in his room. The panda leaned back, not quite discontent with this. At least it meant that he was absented from the different lessons that he so hated. More to the point, it allowed him time to tend to...other things.

As he reached into his trousers, idly nudging at his cock, something kept him from looking down. Maybe it was the whirlwind of fantasies running through his head, or maybe there was something that just nudged his attention elsewhere. Regardless, he only felt his shaft rather than looking at it, and his mind was full of one thing, and one thing only.

Men.

He growled as he stroked himself, his thick fingers dragging their way up and down a shaft that he imagined was mightier than it was. A true royal scepter, something that would be used to batter those that he wished to claim for himself. His cock, his rod, his member, slamming down throat after throat, breaking ass after ass, showing the men of the Empire just what it meant to stand against him.

He leaned back against the wall, reaching down to his balls, fondling them and pulling on them, too. A true prince had a hefty sac, and in that respect, he was a true prince. He had a big cock, a big pair of balls, and...

And it would feel so good, so very good, to ram them up the males under him.

His thoughts started to run away from him, his cock throbbing and somehow pulsing. Every time that he tried to introduce a female to his fantasies, she was frightened off by the throbbing rods of the men that he wanted to fuck. Every time that he tried to think of spreading his heirs through the Empire, he was reminded of the appeal of males.

Yes, males. So many males. So many asses.

The panda prince growled as he stroked himself harder, faster, humping his own hand, feeling his balls bouncing and swaying more than ever before. It was like they really were heavier, not just a fantasy that they were, like they hung down enough to truly slap down those that would oppose him.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

Bu panted as he gripped his cock tighter than ever, ramming his shaft through the narrow gaps between his fingers. His eyes closed tighter, and he bit his lip as he rammed forward and back, forward and back. He had to be making more noise than was acceptable at the monastery, but nobody came to him.

Nobody would dare, now.

Something seized him, and as the idea of conquering every general in the realm with his cock took his mind by storm, so did the idea of spreading that further. Other Emperors had seized hold of the different wives and concubines of the realm, used that power to establish themselves as the true males of the Empire. What if...what if he used that same privilege to establish himself over the various males of the realm? What if he took his power as Emperor, should he ascend the throne, and create a harem of all the eligible males, ensuring that any wives looking for studs had to come to him, had to take one of his subservient sluts for their husbands, knowing that they would always be second-best?

The idea burned in him, and it set his loins aflame. He stuffed one hand into his mouth to stifle his moan, and came.

As his seed soaked into the floor, he slowly came back to himself, tucking his cock into his pants once more. The feeling of...the feeling of doing that was so strange, and yet, at the same time, he felt bigger. Better. Stronger. More of a man.

More of a prince.

More royal than he had ever been.

And he liked it.

The days went on, and every other day involved another escape down the mountains. The monks, when they found him, were always baffled at the prince's means of getting away. They started setting traps along the slope, posting watchmen, doing everything that they could to keep him from slipping out of the monastery. Some days, they were successful, but those successes were diminishingly fewer with every passing attempt. Somehow, the prince was getting stronger, faster, more perceptive, almost as if there was something drawing him on that made him learn in a way that he had never bothered to learn before.

Bu wasn't even aware of how much he had improved, nor was he aware of how his arms had grown thick and strong, nor how his gut had all but disappeared during his extensive self-training. And that, it turned out, was because the panda wasn't training at all. It was all the result of his obsession, and what said obsession was willing to grant him.

Bu grunted as he slammed in up to the hilt again, growling under his breath as he imagined taking the ass of that tight little panther. His imagination was so vivid, so real that his 'meditation' behind the bushes of the village felt better than jerking his cock in the comfort of the monastery. He panted as the unreal face of the feline turned to look at him again, growling in pleasure of his own.

"You've grown strong, oh Highness."

"Mmmph...I need this...fuck..."

"Yes, you do...and you're almost strong enough to take it."

"Give me...give me it..."

The panther slammed back, and he growled again, the bear's voice dropping down an octave or more from where his moans used to be. He didn't know what was happening to him, and a greater part of him simply didn't care. All that mattered was that he was enjoying himself, having fun with that ass, feeling - no, no, not feeling, just imagined he felt - that tight little pucker stretching further and further around his rod, giving him the pleasure that he earned, that he deserved as the prince.

In, out, in, out, each thrust building, each pull and push making his cock feel so much better. The chance of getting caught - oh, that was a new fantasy. A fantasy of showing off his manhood, of letting all and sundry see just what the prince of the realm had to offer. He could push himself into public, let the entire village see the royal cock, let them see what he could give them if they were as willing to prostrate themselves before him as the panther was.

Well, in fantasy. He had never -

Suddenly, the panther slid forward. He groaned as his cock was suddenly unattended, wondering why he had imagined that. Glancing up, he met the panther's green eyes again, feeling that strange, pleasurable tingle that always came with that gaze.

"Yes, you love the feeling of my ass, do you not, oh Highness?"

"Mmmph. Why do you think I keep thinking of you, commoner? It's dirty, and wrong, but..."

"Yes, yes, we've established that."

"...You dare interrupt a prince?"

"Oh, Highness, you know that I can do what I want."

"...Why do I imagine you so defiant?"

"Perhaps you like the idea of someone owning you through your cock. Perhaps you only like the illusion of being in charge."

Bu stood up tall and proud, almost revealing himself through the bushes in the process. He loomed over the panther, glaring down at him.

"You dare speak this way to a prince?"

"Oh, Highness." Those eyes glowed all the brighter. "I can say whatever I want. Your cock will dance for me regardless. You want to show off."

"Hardly," he said, even as he started to turn. His hands rested on his hips, defiant, even as he bounced his cock up and down. Why...well, it was a fantasy, why would he question it? "My body is my own, and you are hardly someone that I would allow to see it, normally."

"Then why would you allow me to see it now?"

"Because..."

"Ah, you are close, Highness. Look down again. See the truth for a moment."

Bu had no idea what the unnamed feline was talking about, but he did look down, anyway. Of his own volition, of course, not from -

His eyes widened as he saw his cock for the first time in...weeks, he suddenly realized. Despite his many episodes of jerking off, despite all the times he'd gotten himself off to the different fantasies, he hadn't actually looked at his shaft in all that time. Something had kept him from seeing it, or he would have realized that something was wrong much, much earlier.

It was the sheer size that he saw first. His shaft had once been barely long enough to fill his hand, though quite thick for that. Now, the head overtopped his fingers by inches, the whole thing surely at least four inches longer, nearly double what it had been all that time ago before the panther had shown up. He stared at it, his eyes wider as he tried to wrap his hands around it and failed, the whole thing too thick for his fingers to completely swallow.

How...how...

His eyes went wider as he pulled his hand back, seeing a glowing pattern slowly emerge around the base of his cock. It wound up around his shaft, then up along his crotch. As the panther crawled around his side, the feline pushed his rod up, showing off curling tendrils of the pattern reaching down to the panda's balls. They had grown, too, though not to the same extent as his shaft. They hung lower, too, feeling heavier as he looked at them.

But such a result was impossible. Nobody grew like that, not without...not without some extra...help...

The reality of what he had been doing slowly tumbled down in his mind, and the prince turned to the panther. The green-eyed commoner smiled at him, slowly getting to his feet. Bu topped the panther by a few inches, though that didn't seem like much when those glowing eyes felt like they were going to swallow him up any second. The panther's pendant glowed with the same strange light, one that was making him feel tingly, hot, needy, all while his mind spun in circles.

"You...you are not..."

"Mortal? No, no, I'm not. But that's part of the fun, isn't it, oh Highness?" The panther's fingers found his cock, slowly wrapping around the center, pulling towards the head and drawing a moan from the panda in the process. "You know what I am. You could have admitted it to yourself all this time, but you were so determined to pretend I had no power."

"You...you don't have power..."

"Do I not, oh Highness? Who believed that I didn't exist? Who forgot that they were never this long before? Who has failed to see their new muscles, their new power?"

Bu opened his mouth, then slowly closed it. His head hurt, his thoughts were slow, and his cock was ever so hard. Thinking, always something harder for him than it should have been, was almost impossible in that moment.

"Yes, that's it. Think with this, oh Highness." The panther patted his throbbing rod, and he swore the mark down there glowed. "This is where you need to focus. This is where your best thoughts come from. Allow your cock to guide you, and I will make sure that you have everything you need to please your father and gain your freedom."

"What...what do you..."

"Mmm, are you ready to hear my terms, oh Highness?"

The panda knew, on some level, that this was a bad idea. The gifts of someone that was able to do this were not to be trusted. He could have said no. He could have gone back to the monastery and confessed what had happened, told them what they wanted to hear. This panther, this creature, could not have stood against all of them massed together.

But there was something to the offer that tempted him, something that made him curious, something that made him look the other way. He shivered, thrusting his hips forward at the next stroke.

"Mmmph..."

"Are you ready, oh Highness?" the panther asked again.

"I'll...listen..."

"That's a good panda. Now, come with me...let's talk privately."

"You'll order a prince?"

"Oh, Highness, I've been ordering you around for weeks...and look, you're already obeying."

It took Bu a moment to realize that they were already walking, that they had left the bushes behind and they were following the old dirt trail from the village to the farm that was attached to it. More to the point, he hadn't even realized that he was doing it. His cock had taken hold, making all the decisions for him, and somehow, he wasn't bothered. Somehow, he actually enjoyed that.

They came to a stop just outside the walled farmland, following the stone wall that surrounded it to the far end where they would not be disturbed. Bu found himself both excited and nervous as they walked around in the nude, his shaft bobbing up and down, his sac swinging between his legs. There was a feeling of utter disdain for the natural order of things by walking around like that, feeling as if...as if he was somehow more powerful by getting rid of his clothing rather than keeping it.

It was a strange feeling, but one that he was keen to learn more about. He wanted to keep that power, to enjoy it for as long as he could, and if that meant listening to the creature that had changed him, then he was willing to listen. For now.

Still, it was a strange feeling, standing in the open with his cock throbbing, with all the energy of being naked and actually fucking someone else still coursing through him. Bu was used to that feeling fading almost immediately after sex was done, but this time...this time, he felt as if he could fuck for days. The throbbing stiffness that ran through his shaft was a consuming fire, pulsing through him and seizing hold of his thoughts. Those that survived were scarred by the heat of his arousal, making it harder and harder to think of much beyond the need to rut and assert his dominance over all.

The panther looked more than slightly tempting, particularly as he leaned against the stone wall with his arms crossed. He looked like someone that the prince might have picked from the servants on a day of boredom, putting him to work on the royal body. The fact that he would have been a commoner no longer seemed to matter to him.

"Speak, then," Bu said, trying to draw on a sense of superiority that he no longer entirely felt.

"Ah, you wish to hear me, then?"

"That's why we came here."

"Yes, but it is in my nature to tease." He chuckled. "Now, what do you believe I am?"

"No mortal, certainly."

"Yes, but I told you that."

"..."

"Come now, oh Highness. You have a mind, dulled as it is with the heat."

"You insult me."

"I entice you." The panther's tail twitched, and those eyes glowed again. Bu stiffened, his cock spitting pre-cum against the panther's thigh. "Ah, yes. Such an easy feast."

"Demon."

"Oh, you are close. Much closer."

"Mmmph...how did you...get this close?"

"Oh, to one of my power, it is easy." The panther looked down at his claws, then through them, much like some show-off in court. "One needs merely play off of desire. The monks desire peace, so I allow them to pretend that there is no threat in the village. You, however..."

"..."

"Come, come, keep up, oh Highness, or I might think that I picked the wrong partner."

"Partner? For what?"

"You see, it's not entirely easy for me to do what I want," the panther said, slowly pushing himself up from the wall. The naked feline stalked around him, feeling almost playful, and yet deadly. "I want to feed. I want to enjoy myself with my prey, not take them somewhere private and then hurry through the motions. I need to take my time to fully savor the meal, not to leap from feast and famine.

"And that, my dear prince, is where you may come in. You may offer me the chance to get what I want, for a change."

"...You want me to be Emperor."

"Yes, I do."

"And what, make demons able to hunt at will?"

"No, not demons. Just me."

"..."

"I am not above selfishness, my prince, as my mark on your cock attests. Have you thought of a female since you embraced me?"

"I never embraced you."

"Did you not?"

The panther smiled, and bit by bit, the fog of memory slowly faded. He remembered the time in the bar. He remembered what they did together, and his cheeks burned as he realized just how far he had already fallen. He turned away, but the panther only chuckled at his misfortune.

"You need not be ashamed. No-one could have resisted."

"But I should have."

"Should you? Have you no desire for what I offer? No desire for strength, acceptance, power?"

The panda tried to shake his head, but some curse - perhaps his own, perhaps the demon's - kept him honest. There was too much that he did want, too much that he craved from the world. He wanted to be accepted at court. He wanted there to be something for him there, not just the feeling of fighting for the scraps that were tossed down from on high. He growled under his breath, pulling his hands into fists.

"Now, now, oh, Highness." The demon chuckled. "I'm not going to take anything from you. On the contrary. I'm going to give you everything that you desire."

"You've taken something already."

"The females? Oh, dear, do you really crave them that badly?"

"They are pleasurable."

"They are weak."

"This is true, but -"

"No, no, my prince. They are weak. What gain do you take by laying with them? What pride do you take when you lay with someone weaker than you? Nothing. Everyone expects you to be the one in charge. But when you lay with a man, when you conquer him, is there not something that you get from that?"

"...Yes..."

"It is power. It is pride. It is prestige. And in that is a whole different pleasure. You will gain far more doing as I tell you, my prince." The demon stroked him along the back of the neck, chuckling. "All you have to do is exactly what I say, and you will find your way free of this monastery. You will find your way back to your father's court, and then onto his throne as you pass the Trials."

"...You can make that happen?"

"I have already begun. Look at yourself."

Bu didn't have to. Now that his eyes were opened, he could feel the changes that his body had gone through. He had muscles where none had previously existed. His small belly had been rendered away by this curse, and his arms and legs were thick and hard. He could have stood against an avalanche, he felt, and that was just part of the Trials.

He reached down to his shaft. It throbbed harder than ever, the whole thing nearly eleven inches long, now. Its girth was such that the average man would be forever broken after being fucked by it, his superiority established with the gape that would be left behind. He groaned under his breath as he realized just how much the demon had given him, and how in debt he already was.

It didn't matter that he hadn't asked for these gifts. What mattered was that he had been given them, and regardless of their source, a prince must always honor, at least in part, his obligations to his subordinates.

"What do you want from me, in return?"

"What would anyone of rank and power want? A harem, my prince, a harem."

"That's all?"

"Of fine men, of course, but yes. That is all I ask."

"And what will you do with them?"

"Oh, Highness, isn't that obvious?"

"..."

"Even you, in this needy, heated state of mind must know what a demon of sex and desire would do with his harem."

"That's all, though?"

"They will become finer, stronger, better suited for my needs, I admit, but yes, that is all."

He wasn't sure if he could trust the panther, but at the same time, there was something beautifully simple in the offer. Provided that nobody realized what he had done, provided that he could enjoy himself for the rest of his life - and with this demon on his side, he could - then he would stand to lose nothing from the deal. His cock throbbed upwards, twitching, spitting pre-cum across the ground, and the panther stepped forward, crossing his shaft with the panda's.

"So, do we have a deal then, oh Highness?"

"I..."

"A deal to put you on the throne, to give you pleasure and power, to see to it that your father will approve of you, to see to it that you will never be at a loss for your desires ever again?"

"..."

"And all it will cost you is a harem of men for my own desires."

"...I..."

"Yes?"

"I accept."

"Good."

The panther squeezed their cocks together, and as the frotting handjob continued, a new pleasure started to grow in his guts. He could feel it, the demon's power reaching inside of him and drawing something out. It wasn't just words that he had exchanged. He had offered something in exchange for this, and now, the demon was sealing the deal.

Bu moaned as he slumped forward, hunching his hips and grinding his cock against the demon's shaft, feeling the sheer pleasure that came from that unnatural touch for the first time. The slippery lubricant of their pre-cum offered a different pleasure this time around, something that stirred him to a needier height than the demon's mouth or ass had ever been able to get. He growled, he shifted, he thrusted, but more than anything else, he just humped away, becoming ever more bestial with the need that had been forced down his throat and into his cock. The pattern itself along his cock and balls became almost its own pleasure, flashing and pulsing and driving him ever higher.

When he finally came, he was sure that he had lost something, but then...then it was better. He stood, tall, strong, and virile, a true prince.

"Now, go," the demon whispered, fading into the shadows of the wall until only the green eyes were left. "Go, and see to the monks. Show them that you are ready for the Trials, and take your place...so that I may take mine."

Bu Ren, prince of the realm, nodded. He walked away, still deep in his own head, only barely aware of the robe that floated out of nowhere and draped itself over his shoulders. He was no longer his old self. He was demon-touched, though he barely knew it, and demon-grown. The Trials, meant for mortals, would be as nothing for him.

The Trials, or as they were more officially known, the Thirteen Trials of the Imperial Throne, were meant as a way to ensure that the strongest, the smartest, the most disciplined, and the most focused of an Emperor's heirs would be the one to take the throne. They were designed to lead the candidate in question through the capital city, passing from one test to another, slowly climbing the great peak that the city was built upon, until they reached the throne room itself. Along the way, their endurance, their stamina, their minds, and their muscles would be tested, pushed to their limits, and only one that had mastered all such things would reach the throne and be granted the right for consideration.

Bu had never been considered a proper candidate for such a thing, and his likelihood of taking the throne had diminished still further with his banishment to the monastery, but it was still within his rights to ask for a chance to take the Trials. Almost against his own will and sense, the Emperor allowed it, and the prince's siblings chuckled in anticipation of a yet greater fall. One that had failed the Trials could not ask to take them again, a means of ensuring that one could not succeed merely through trial and error. With Bu's fall, they were sure, their disgrace of a sibling would no longer taint the capital, nor their line.

Yet, Bu did not fall. He walked the path of the Thirteen Trials, winning in the first trial against a master of martial arts that had gone undefeated for nearly thirty years. He had stood against the master and taken beatings that would have shattered the most experienced soldier, and then delivered but one blow of his own to win.

He traveled the sky-paths of the capital, leaping and throwing himself over gaps that birds would have trained to cross with the high winds of the mountain, passing the second, third, and fourth trials with ease.

The siblings began to worry when their brother reached the fifth trial, where rather than being defeated by philosophy, he reduced the scholar to near tears, breaking him with a whispered philosophy of his own. Something had changed in their brother, and he was doing things that were considered impossible merely hours ago.

He climbed faster and further than any candidate for the throne had ever done in all of history. To pass merely the first two trials would have taken them hours, perhaps half a day. Yet, here he came, thrusting himself past impossible obstacles and reaching the sixth, then the seventh trial within five hours.

Something had changed in Bu Ren. Something had taken hold of him, and that something intrigued his father.

One by one, he passed the trials, moving through the tests and up through the city. Several of the royal siblings tried to throw their own obstacles in his way, desperate to keep the perverted, degenerate man from showing himself as any true claimant to the throne, but their soldiers were as nothing before the panda. Their distractions, their paid women, were nothing but a passing form in the panda's eyes, no longer pulling him from his path, but rather guiding him forward to the next place he needed to be.

In the eleventh and twelfth trials, he came into his own, pleasing the women that had been gathered while not missing the assassins that dwelt in the crowds. They were left in ecstasy, the one trial that no one had questions he would succeed in, and the assassins, rather than having the easy time that they had assumed they would, were caught off-guard by the panda's strange attention to detail, caught out before they could get anywhere close to him.

Finally, the panda reached the palace. The courtyard was littered with the Imperial Guard, men that had been trained to protect the Emperor with their lives. The Thirteenth Trial was meant to be a way of determining if the new Emperor could be strong enough to stand among them, to withstand what they had to bring to bear. It was one thing to fight one on one. It was another to fight against a group.

The siblings hoped that their brother would finally fall, that he would surrender against their fearsome reputation. Instead, the panda began the charge.

There was something to the fight that defied sense, almost as if there were two pandas fighting at once. One their brother, the other a green-eyed copy. He was never there for long, almost like an after-image, but if Bu Ren was a boulder rolling down a mountain, then the ghost was the wind that blew him faster.

It was not a matter of whether their brother would stand against the Imperial Guard, or last the prescribed time. It was whether the guard would stand against him.

By the end of it, there was no doubt that the prince Bu Ren had improved himself, no doubt that he had passed the Trials. The Emperor himself descended from the throne, walking down the grand carpet to his son. His crown, held for thirty long years, was lifted from his head by his own hands, and was offered to his son.

"You have passed the Trials, Prince Bu. Now, reign, as Emperor."

The siblings were at a loss for words. While it was true that an Emperor could be crowned as soon as one of the heirs passed through the Trials, it had been generations since the sitting Emperor had handed off his power so soon after an heir was qualified. They could hardly believe what they were seeing now as their indulgent, degenerate brother walked towards the throne, taking it and seating himself in the place of power.

It was the start of a new era, and they knew that they were doomed.

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What shall I do first? Bu thought to himself as he took the throne. His brothers and sisters stared up at him, their eyes wide, their mouths hanging open. The feeling of satisfaction in proving himself better was a start, but there was more that he wanted from this. So much more.

He could banish them now, but he believed that it would be better to let them sweat, to see if they were willing to try and buy their safety from him. It would be more interesting to see just how far they would be willing to go, how far they would debase themselves for their safety and status. More to the point, he could root out whatever plots they still had running, particularly if they were going to try and use them to dethrone him.

From behind the throne, he heard the soft chuckle of his demonic partner, and he nodded to himself. His promise would be fulfilled. The demon would receive his harem, and Bu would remain in power. Such was their deal.

His shaft throbbed in his pants. Pleasuring the women had been a forced moment, something that he had almost failed at with his new preference in partners, but the demon had allowed him the strength to move on with it. Now, however, he would take what he wanted. He would do as he pleased.

"Bring me the Generals," he declared to the court. "And my council, and all the advisors that my father had. Allow me to hear what they have to say. One by one, let them prove that they are worth keeping."

And in private, he would see what their privates were worth, as well. Would there be enough that had brains and bodies worth enjoying? He would see...

The End

Summary: Bu Ren finally comes to realize what's happening to him, and comes to understand what that means in the long game that the demon is playing.

Tags: M/M, Panther, Demon, Panda, Various Species, Deal, Frotting, Handjob, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Masturbation, Cock Growth, Muscle Growth, Mind Control, Corruption, Orientation Play, Miniseries,