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The flickering torchlight closely licked the decorated sandstone walls of the narrow tunnel as Amun made his way deeper into the claustrophobia-inducing depths of the royal palace. The bulky crocodile who was serving his first year as a royal guard couldn't help but feel a tad anxious heading down the oppressively confined corridor towards his destination: the royal bathing chamber. Those without royal blood were hardly ever permitted there.

Like most crocodiles around the palace, Amun was a hardened warrior, having served in the Pharao's army for eight years before joining the royal palace's honorary guard due to his accomplishments on the battlefield. The strong reptile was adept with the spear as well as the sword, although his current duties hardly required him to use either. Life in the Golden City was peaceful after all. Not to mention inside the royal palace: the holiest oasis of hedonism on the entire continent.

Gold, silver, copper, gems, and wine streamed in and out of the palace at any given time of day, the wealthiest of the Pharao's subjects showering him with gifts in order to gain his favor, some even daring enough to request an audience. The Pharaoh was very young after all, for a ruler of such a large nation. It would be most beneficial for merchants and nobles to get on his good side now so that they could then mold him into the ruler that would give them the most benefit in fattening their stacked coin pouches.

Amun himself had only met the young monarch a handful of times, but he had a decently positive impression on the successor to the throne, who was an anubian jackal like all the previous incarnations of Ammon. He was still a pup, anyone with eyes was able to see that. Mouth still wet from his mother's milk. Witnessed barely twenty floods in his lifetime, commanding four of those twenty as the Pharaoh. And yet, the canine with fur as dark as onyx already had the mysterious, charismatic eyes of a king, their golden hue rivaled only by the jewelry he donned on his slender, pup's body. He always carried himself with great grace and spoke wisely to his advisors and nobles, as if he had worn the royal headdress for two decades.

Pharaoh Akenhet II was a rational and just leader, and Amun among many others respected him for it.

Precipitously torn away from his nightly duties of guarding the palace's bottom floor, Amun was now marching his way along the dimly lit tunnel in the depths of the vast sandstone structure, anxiously clutching onto his spear as many thoughts swirled about inside his scaly head. He had been summoned by his highness.

The fact that the pharaoh was young and frail hadn't helped in dousing Amun's worries when one of the royal maids had abruptly told him that the Pharaoh had summoned him into the royal baths with no further explanation given. And in the dead middle of the night no less.

As with any royal court, there were always rumors being silently whispered into listening ears behind pillars and in the shadowy corners of the room. And as one of the servants, Amun did hear his fair share of gossip being circled about around all four floors of the palace.

One of such rumors - one that Amun was personally very familiar with - was that the young Pharaoh had a certain inclination in the bedroom. That he was fond of males, especially those bigger than him. Nothing truly scandalous, as royals throughout time, were known for sticking their dick into pretty much whatever they pleased and there had been many previous Pharaos who were known to enjoy the company of both males and females in the sheets.

But Amun had heard whispers. Whispers according to which he wasn't the first guard the Pharaoh had summoned in the middle of the night. Like Amun, all royal guards were big males, most if not all over six feet, species-wise varying from crocodiles and alligators to serpents in the service of the Pharaoh. They all fell into the assumed preference of the young jackal. And that was what made Amun nervous about all of this.

Amun's big tail curled and twisted restlessly behind him on the cool sandstone floor, his mind filled with a mixture of anxious excitement as he approached the distant end of the indeterminately long hallway. The muscular crocodilian was still trying hard to come up with a more levelheaded reason for being summoned like this, his uncut reptilian malehood disagreeing with him every step of the way under the semi-transparent royal guard loincloth, bouncing its way up to a decent semi-chub as the lewd thoughts claimed territory in Amun's male brain.

But he couldn't. This was the Pharaoh he was thinking about. Sure the pup was slender and delicate as a maiden, but Amun still felt conflicted about laying his claws onto him, even if that was what the jackal desired. He knew he shouldn't, but were the Pharaoh order him to, he would fulfill his duty. No matter how heated, sweaty, intense, -

Amun's mostly bare, scaly frame twitched as his ears picked up an excited whimper from the direction he was heading in, the sound of a few very hot and passionate yips reverberating along the walls of the tunnel soon after. The large crocodile froze into a big scaly statue as he listened to the voices, his reptilian heart racing beneath his muscular chest while his erection grew wildly towards its pinnacle. Amun swallowed.

The big crocodile clenched the spear in his right hand, his knuckles almost turning white as the sturdy wood in his grip creaked from being so compressed so intensely. Sporting a big and very conspicuous tent on the front of his guard's loincloth, Amun eventually forced his feet to move once more, steadily treading towards the entrance to the baths already visible at the end of the tunnel. His head was filled with nothing but lewd thoughts about the young Pharaoh.

The closer the big reptile got to the royal bathing space the more sounds he could hear from within. The amorous yips and steamy whimpers grew louder and louder around Amun, the crocodilian guard to his surprise soon hearing a much deeper, distantly familiar male voice accompanying what he assumed to be the Pharaoh's erotic intonations. The young jackal had company.

The older baritone voice was grunting and groaning, seemingly for the same reason as the Pharaoh was whining and panting as Amun now began to hear the scandalous sounds of sex echoing into the tunnel from the bathing chamber. Amun had visited enough bars and brothels to recognize the sound of ass meeting hips; the very same sounds he could now hear from inside the royal baths.

Amun could only imagine the sight that awaited him just a few dozen steps away. One of the palace's guards mercilessly - at least by the sound of it - pounding away at the Pharaoh's dark canine rump, the onyx limbs and fair muzzle of the young ruler twisting and writhing with pleasure. The representative of the gods brought down to a mere mortal, a sinful slut who wanted his tailhole filled with the big, raw dick of a lowly servant. Amun imagined the slender young male being taken from the front and back, having his dark and dignified muzzle fucked by a burly serpent guard, even picturing the Pharaoh attending to multiple males at once, using all of his body to please the fat, hard, scaly cocks pointed at him.

A ball-clenching shiver of pure arousal swept across Amun, his erection jumping happily under the narrow strip of semi-see-through cloth as the guard crocodile got too engrossed in his own fantasies. The lewd sounds echoing ever closer to him and the smooth fabric of the loincloth constantly rubbing against his member didn't do any favors to the big male's arousal and he was forced to walk into the baths with a rock-hard erection.

The royal bathing area was vast, notably so in contrast to the narrow hallway leading into the room from the other side of the palace. The large room was on the eastern wall of the royal palace and it had a large balcony with a stunning view over the distant rooftops of the Golden City's eastern district. And due to the royal palace being on the highest spot in the entire surrounding area, one could easily see all the way up to the great river from here, or that was at least what Amun had been told by the servants who usually cleaned the baths. It was certainly a view befitting of a Pharaoh.

The large room was mostly constructed out of decorated sandstone bricks like the rest of the palace, the only notable difference at first glance being the strikingly white marble pillars lining the room that were not present anywhere else. The floor was also beautifully decorated with thousands and thousands of small turquoise stones embedded into the dull sandstone to form multiple wide and winding paths to each of the many pools of the vast room, that were also constructed out of the same turquoise material.

The cold moonlight poured in from the balcony, scattering beautifully from the water of the many pools inside the baths, the obscure reflective patterns dancing on the roof of the great room giving their own touch of mystique to the place where the Pharaoh bathed himself.

But Amun was mostly oblivious to all of that, as his gaze was solely fixed on the decorated partition blocking his view of one of the pools; the pool from which all the hot, salacious sounds of cross-species intercourse were coming from. His heart was racing and a single drop of pre stained the front of his tenting loincloth while he listened to the intense sounds of carnal pleasure, both male voices expressing their enjoyment, serenaded by the wet slaps of male-on-male mating and splashing water.

Amun swallowed again. The big crocodile contemplated whether he should make himself known or not as he slowly slid his way closer and closer to the end of the decorated partition, his heart pounding as if it sought to burst out from his scaly chest.

He knew he shouldn't look, but his curiosity, combined with his male urges got the better of him, and the hot and bothered crocodile took a careful peek behind the partition.

The young Pharaoh was indeed engaging with a male bigger than himself, but not in the way that Amun had expected. His reptilian eyes widened as he saw the small and slender male jackal, impatiently mounting a pair of very round, very shapely scaly buttocks belonging to none other than the royal guard captain Slek. Amun witnessed an absolutely gorgeous view of the big male serpent, down on all fours in the shallow pool of clear water, getting his rump absolutely ridden by the younger jackal, whose dark, furry balls beat a fast, lewd rhythm to the bigger male's breedable backside.

Like Amun, Slek's reptilian cock was rock-hard, wildly swaying back and forth just above the water's surface, his round scaly testes bouncing happily from each impact the young canine hips made upon collision with the fat reptilian rump. The battle-hardened, strong serpent, and Amun's superior, seemed to be absolutely loving the breeding he was subjected to, having a smaller male on his back and pounding him like he was a lusty serpent mount for the young jackal. His pleasured grunts and deeply satisfied gasps alone were enough to make Amun blush as he watched two of his superiors having sex in the shallow pool.

Amun got the sudden urge to squeeze his thighs together as another tremendous wave of arousal made him shudder from his tail to his snout. So the Pharaoh was a...? The big crocodile danced on his tiptoes for a few seconds like a female about to wet her loincloth as he felt the pleasurable sting of sexual desire stirring within his scaly genitals. Momentarily facing away from the vigorously humping serpent and jackal, Amun revisited his filthy fantasies from earlier, only that this time the Pharaoh was the one who pleased his big and slutty guards, breeding serpents, crocodiles, and alligators in all sorts of steamy positions.

Amun sighed as he traced his hand down underneath his loincloth, his second spear responding to the sensual touch with pleading throbs while it leaked out some more reptile pre.

Peeking out from behind the partition, Amun began to masturbate, watching the wildly jumping jackal hips bouncing off the full shape of the royal guard captain's dangerously voluptuous ass, the puppy of a Pharaoh hugging the bigger, older male from behind as he rammed his canine scepter down inside Slek's serpent's den. The peeping crocodile could see glimpses of the crimson canine battering ram as it squeezed in between the sonsy cheeks of the green and black male snake, its full entry lamented by a resounding slap from the canine's balls against the scaly glutes. In all the ways the Pharaoh still appeared like a pup, he certainly was a fully developed male if one was to judge him by his royal goods.

Amun's uncut malehood throbbed as he jerked himself off under his loincloth, taking greedy eyefuls of the concupiscent cross-species copulation between master and a servant. He eventually set his spear down against the partition to switch to his dominant hand, now stroking his scaly length much faster as the other two seemed to pick up their pace as well.

Slek moaned and Amun twitched in his hiding spot as the growling Pharaoh suddenly bit down on the slutty serpent's neck, winding his dark hips back even more with each thrust, really slamming his crimson princemaker inside the bottoming reptile.

"Y-your highness...!" Slek panted, his sturdy arms and legs visibly shaking in the pool as the scaly creature tried to writhe under the dark jackal.

Amun could hear the lusty, playful growl of the Pharaoh echoing inside the baths.

The lusty Pharaoh ran his impressive male length as deep into the submitting snake as he could, successfully knotting the bigger male with his last thrust, passionately grinding his hips against the soft, scaly rump below him while Slek shivered with his fanged maw agape, his expression twisted with desire. The high-ranking serpent guard groaned and twitched with every rope the small jackal pumped inside his slutty, knotted tailhole, his uncut, scaly shaft expelling its own load into the glimmering water below, foggy serpent semen soon clouding the surface between Slek's robust thighs.

Amun was not able to stop his own moan in time as the prime supporting structure of his loincloth tent throbbed at the height of the male crocodile's satisfaction, erupting inside the decorated piece of silk in one big, sticky mess. Fat globs of crocodile cum dripped down next to his feet with the voluminous ousting of voyeuristic scalie seed, Amun heartily jerking off through his entire orgasm. The blushing guard wasn't sure if the other two had heard him, but he knew that his moan had been loud enough to be picked up by both Slek and his highness. Not that he cared at that particular moment, the blissful fog of a good nut pleasantly clouding his judgment for the few following seconds.

Leaning against the partition with a big, lewd grin of satisfaction plastered all over his scaly muzzle, Amun's heart suddenly skipped a beat as he heard someone getting up from the pool. Something was whispered by where he could not see or hear properly, and there was a loud slap that echoed in the now otherwise silent bathing space.

And then, there were steps. They were loud and firm, Amun easily recognizing them as Slek's. The crocodilian guard was struck with panic, and he hastily fumbled at the shaft of his spear, still as erect as a stallion with a mare in heat in the same stable under his soiled loincloth.

Amun was just able to grab his spear and stand in attention as the mean, scarred muzzle and sharp, inquisitive eyes of his superior serpent emerged from beyond the partition. The intimidating, dark hood of scales made Slek look even bigger than he already was as the other male turned around to meet him. The saluting crocodile had no idea how the big snake had managed to put on his loincloth so quickly. He could still see the outline of Slek's meaty malehood drawn against the thin fabric.

Slek stared at his subordinate, his gaze scanning down the frozen crocodile from his toned upper body down to the very apparent bulge present on the decorated and messy loincloth and even further down to the mess itself on the turquoise walkway of the royal baths. The stern serpent didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth twitched with a soft growl of embarrassment.

Amun was blushing alongside his superior, trying to keep his gaze on one of the marble pillars in front of him even though his eyes were desperately drawn towards the big serpent who had just been bred by a male nearly two feet shorter than him. From the corner of his eye, he saw something cloudy leaking down Slek's inner left thigh.

Slek didn't answer Amun's salute and simply walked past the crocodile guard, disappearing into the dimly lit tunnel through which Amun had entered, the silence only broken by his thumping footsteps slowly growing more and more distant.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

The harmonious voice of the royal jackal nearly made Amun jump, the spear he was clutching so dearly in his claws nearly falling to the floor.

"Come on out, there's no need to hide... I summoned you here after all..."

Moving his scaly feet somewhat reluctantly, Amun stepped out from behind the partition, still blushing and his cock half-erect, both of these details surely visible to the bathing canine.

The dark canine was still lounging in the pool, staring at the fidgety guard standing a good fifteen feet away with his sharp, almond-shaped eyes, lined with golden paint to give even more impact to his already charismatic gaze. The Pharaoh was leaning against the decorated edge of the pool, his delicate arms splayed out along its length, the crimson crown of his canine masculinity curiously peeking out from underneath the water.

Amun got the chills from the jackal's piercing gaze and desperately tried to hold himself from fidgeting any more than he already was.

"So... You're Amun...?" The Pharaoh asked with a soothing lilt in his already very mesmerizing voice.

The nervous crocodile nodded while the jackal carefully moved over to a golden salver in the corner of the pool, a golden jug filled with wine resting on top of it. Amun closely followed the dark canine's every move as the gorgeous jackal poured some wine into a small chalice and then downed it in a single go before casting his golden eyes back at the crocodile again.

A mysterious smile dancing on his lips Akenhet slowly got out of the pool, erecting himself to his full stature of about 5'3'' which was quite average for a jackal of his age. He was an absolutely gorgeous male. His body was fairly effeminate: his muzzle delicate and sharp, his limbs long and slender, waist and chest flat up but with a healthy amount of chubbiness to them to separate the royal creature from a malnourished peasant. His lustrous onyx fur was matted very unflatteringly against his skin, making his body appear even smaller than normal as his usual fluffy appearance certainly gave his natural shape some much-needed volume. The Pharaoh - naturally - wasn't wearing his royal jewels or headdress, and instead only had the thick, golden earrings dangling from his pointed ears along with the usual golden markings of his otherwise dark body.

And then there was the part that made him all the more gorgeous; his canine genitals. Akenhet had a sheath much better befitting of someone at least a foot bigger than what the young jackal was, his red royal rocket and noble gonads following the same suit in being nearly disproportionately big on the otherwise very delicate and slim, young male. Hell, the Pharaoh might have been better equipped than Amun. The timid crocodile feasted on the sight of the royal cock, being too aroused to feel any shame from doing so.

"Do you know why you're here...?" Akenhet asked with a soft, playful intonation, taking a few steps closer to the stiffly standing male guard.

Amun couldn't help but stare at the knotted canine member defiantly staring back at him from the Pharaoh's crotch. He slowly nodded his head.

"I figured... I bet what I did with Slek gave me away huh..?" The Pharaoh chuckled and walked even closer to Amun.

"Do you think I'm strange...? For my penchant?" The young monarch said, suddenly being close enough to place a paw on Amun's chest. The crocodile guard shuddered at the smaller male's touch and shook his head.

"I'm glad..." He whispered. "...I simply appreciate beauty... And I personally find you reptiles extraordinarily beauteous... You and Slek and the other guards..." While he spoke, the Pharaoh traced his claws - painted golden - along the definitions of Amun's muscles, tickling the big reptile's pectoral muscles and abs as he leaned ever closer. "It's not wrong to appreciate beauty, is it?" He gasped with sultry lust in his voice, gazing up into Amun's reptilian eyes as if desiring to hypnotize the guard with his gaze.

Amun shook his head, feeling increasing amounts of arousal as the Pharao's crimson baton rubbed against his own bulge.

"Your body is magnificent..." Akenhet whispered, leaning against Amun's chest, both males now able to feel the others' heartbeat. Amun's was significantly faster than the jackal's. "Would you allow me to touch it some more...?"

His breath short and heartrate rivaling that of a hummingbird, Amun nodded his head while the smiling eyes of the jackal stared at him from below.

"Excellent... Let me get the oil..."

Amun staggered a bit as the delicate weight of the young male jackal suddenly left his lap, Akenhet bouncing his way over to a small, beautifully carved ebony stand, which had a small, silvery jug and what appeared to be blocks of soap on top of it. It wasn't until now that the dazed reptile noticed the sweet but heavy scent of royal myrrh floating in the humid air of the baths. The myrrh did have a small hint of something which Amun didn't recognize, something that made him feel excited and caused his blood to flow into his wild reptilian erection.

The Pharaoh had actually had his eyes on Amun for a good while now. The meek crocodile was built similar to his serpent superior; very well-muscled upper body, with deliciously wide hips and a round rump the jackal loved to ogle. All of the guards in his palace had such nice bodies that Akenhet regularly had to calm himself down in order not to get any unwanted erections during the day from watching the nearly bare behinds of his reptilian servants. But with this, he was able to get some form of payback on the males, whose behinds the Pharaoh found so alluring.

He usually used Slek to satisfy his urges but had recently acquired a desire to lay the other guards as well, seeing how much he enjoyed fucking the hefty serpent. Amun had been the first one to come to his mind, as the young canine often found his eyes gravitating towards this particular guard's curvy hindquarters as the meaty croc patrolled the halls of the palace.

Turning around with the small jug in his paws, Akenhet gracefully walked his way back next to Amun, who was disoriented by lust and the smooth fragrance floating about the male jackal. Amun's sharp reptilian eyes lazily followed as the dark canine poured the transparent liquid with a gentle bronze shade onto his palm, placing the silvery container onto a small shelf at the end of the partition while he rubbed the slippery substance onto both his palms.

"The royal priest said this oil should be good for one's scales..." Akenhet muttered in his soft, soothing voice, aggressively going straight for Amun's chest, planting his paws on top of the bulging pectoral muscles of the dazed crocodile.

The jackal's ears twitched curiously as he began rubbing the bronze oil into the plump scaly domes on the bigger male's chest, his agile fingers perfectly tracing the shape of Amun's pecs as he greedily massaged them with his slippery hands. Amun let out a soft groan of satisfaction as the firm muscle of his chest was being pushed around by the small pair of hands, the strange oil pleasantly warming up his scales.

"Relax and set down your spear... Let me admire your body..." Akenhet whispered, running his hands down over Amun's firm abdomen, spreading the oil even further on the scaly male's robust frame.

The concept of time seemed to just melt away as Amun was sensually touched by the Pharao's paws all over his body.

The young jackal had devious hands and he knew how to use them. Adding some oil onto his palms from the jug, Akenhet sent his paws roaming all over Amun's scales, the dark canine panting excitedly with a wild gleam in his eyes as he got to freely feel up the smooth scales decorating the handsomely muscled body. He was very callous in the way he rubbed almost the entirety of Amun's frame. He sneaked his paws up and down the crocodile guard's sides, his fingers finding every bump and every crevice formed by reptilian muscle as he worked his way up to oiling Amun's arms, generously groping at the robust biceps of the bigger male.

The jackal didn't shy away from spreading the greasy substance onto any part of the softly moaning reptile, deftly rubbing the insides of Amun's plump thighs, his cunning claws running dangerously high up and into the crocodile's groin, but refrained from touching the part the reptile guard himself would've wanted the Pharaoh to touch more than anything. Not yet. The jackal hadn't yet enjoyed himself enough.

Eventually hugging himself close to his trusted guard, Akenhet ran his paws onto Amun's back, slowly but determinedly sliding them down to where the crocodile knew the royal canine wanted to touch him the most. The gold-eyed canine was excited and Amun could feel his rapid heartbeat against his chest and also his abdomen, as the royal puppymaker throbbed in nearly perfect sync with the Pharaoh's heart, resting against the smooth scales of Amun's belly.

The young Pharaoh growled and Amun gasped as the jackal was finally able to sink his claws into the bouncy flesh of the crocodile's buttocks.

"By Sobek! What do you reptiles eat to get this big..." The Anubian offspring hissed, desirously running his oiled-up fingers over Amun's cheeks, the scaly glutes slipping away from the squeeze of his claws as they became glistening and slick with oil. Amun wasn't in a state to reply with anything but a pleasured groan.

Akenhet could not get enough of his guard's ass. The shape, the feel, the texture. The perfect combination of malleable fat and unyielding muscle right at his fingertips. He hugged Amun with his entire body, trying to squeeze his claws around the scaly mounds that constantly fled his grip from being too lubricous. The young ruler of the desert eventually settled to just pushing the soft mass around with his palms, tracing his fingers down the crease where the cheeks met the thighs and running them up to the scaly groove just under the crocodilian guard's robust tail. He was in heaven.

When he was eventually laid to rest in his royal tomb he wanted an ass just like this to be his pillow so he could take it with him to the Eastern Fields. He wanted his boat to the afterlife to be rowed by his scaly guards so that he could enjoy their company on his journey to meet the gods. But luckily there were still many, many moments of pleasure to be had before he would have to depart from this realm.

The tips of the Pharaoh's dark ears tickled Amun's chin when the jackal eventually decided to allow his claws to explore the scaly valley between the plump crocodile cheeks, the males' combined excitement nearly overflowing as the sensual massage reached its peak. Amun felt nothing but dull bliss as the Pharaoh's fingertips touched his tailhole, the guard's tail already reflexively raised for the purposes of easing access to that area of him. The dull bliss soon flared up into a raging flame of lust as the hungry jackal pushed two of his fingers inside the hidden crocorifice.

"This wouldn't happen to be your first time..."

The Pharaoh's words swirled all around Amun as his scaly ring was getting stretched by the tenacious jackal fingers. His cock was ready to explode again. He only needed Akenhet to push his fingers a little deeper inside him and he wouldn't be able to hold back.

But that decisive bit of stimulation never came as the gold-eared jackal suddenly withdrew himself from Amun's scaly embrace, panting heavily as a long strand of pre was hanging from the pointed tip of his royal member. If he wasn't near mad from the pleasure scorching his crotch, Amun could have been able to see that the young jackal was just as close as he was.

The gold and black canine swept his palm across his face and took a pair of extremely deep breaths in order to calm himself down a bit as there was only one place he wanted to have his precious puppybatter. None of the oil had stuck to the jackal despite him hugging the oiled-up reptile. The water in his fur had repelled any of the sticky grease from messing up the beautifully onyx fur any further.

The sexual tension was near-electrifying when the jackal eventually spoke, his voice dignified and melodious as always.

"Why don't you join me in the bath...? The water inside the pool is nice and refreshing..."

Amun wasn't thinking straight. He was hardly thinking at all as he stared into the golden iris of the young jackal, the cravings of the flesh and boundless lust being the only things he saw staring him back from the dark canine. His mind in a haze, his body aroused to its limits, he carefully stepped into the shallow water of the pool - only reaching about a foot up on his scaly shins - and instinctively went down on his knees, leaning over the decorated edge of the royal bathing basin, his breedable rump stuck out like that of a female mutt in heat. The slutty display was crowned as Amun carefully curled his tail over his back, granting anyone behind him full access to his male crococunt. This crocodile was ready to get bred.

Watching his scaly servant from the side, the Pharaoh's flaring fucker throbbed fiercely at the sight of the big and submissive scalie, the strand of pre hanging from his crimson member now transforming into a mighty glob of the translucent liquid, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing around the almost silent bathing chamber. He didn't even need to coax Amun into presenting himself, the large reptile did it out of his own volition. It had been long since Akenhet had been so aroused.

"My, my! Someone's eager..." Akenhet chuckled, only barely able to keep his composure and not attack the alluring crocodile rump right then and there.

Amun kept his pleading eyes on the jackal as the canine gracefully stepped into the pool and walked behind him with that excited glimmer in his mysterious eyes. But most of all, Amun stared at the knotted member his superior had been enjoying just ten minutes earlier, the engorged pole of canine flesh appearing even more intimidating up close, the thick veins on its surface bulging against the shape of it.

"I don't recall even Slek being this willing the first time I summoned him..."

Amun's scales reflected the light of the multiple oil lamps even better now that they had been properly lubricated, giving his scaly behind even more destructive force on the lustful jackal, who now stood behind the bigger male, his dark fingers subconsciously twitching and clenching. The anticipation continued to build up into a robust wall between the two, Amun waiting to get attacked and Akenhet desperately trying to remain in character and not immediately lose himself onto the fat and shiny cheeks of his guard crocodile.

Amun trembled from head to toe as he abruptly felt the still oily palms of the Pharaoh cupping his scaly balls into their warm embrace. The male crocodile growled and his legs nearly gave way as the sensation of pleasure ran through him like a lightning bolt. The remainders of his coherent thoughts got jumbled up into a great ball of horny that was now the only thing residing inside his male brain.

The Pharaoh was kneeling in the water behind Amun, now eagerly caressing the reptilian malehood that he had previously, intentionally left without attention. "Such an obedient servant deserves a reward..." He purred, deftly sliding his fingers from Amun's testes onto his shaft, sensuously moving them up and down on the pole of uncut reptile glory. He eagerly toyed with the stretchy crocodile foreskin, fascinated by what he didn't personally own, gently snaking his fingers inside to tease the partially covered crocodile glans while continuing to jerk off the majestic male extension with his other paw, being completely engrossed in feeling up all of Amun's scaly package.

"Go ahead and relieve yourself... No need to hold back for your Pharaoh..." Akenhet whispered, eliciting a hoarse moan from Amun as he stuck out his canine tongue and took one long lick along the scaly groove between the crocodile guard's cheeks. Amun didn't hold back.

Getting his cock milked from behind by the skilled paws of the dark Anubian male, Amun's entire upper body fell completely limp as countless sparks of pleasure exploded all around his body all at once, forcing the mass of ejaculate lulling inside his scaly containers to rush out faster than it ever had in Amun's life. The reptile could hear the pleased gasp of the Pharaoh from behind him as his cock started squirting out seed like a broken fountain, his potent jism getting diluted in the water of the pool one juicy rope at a time. And Akenhet kept on stroking Amun's corcocock, silently enjoying the sigh of the voluminous bursts of seed mixing in with the once-clear water he used to clean himself with.

Sensually milking his guards was one of the more sinful pleasures the young Pharaoh indulged himself in. He found it incredibly hot when the big reptiles came like horses in heat from his paws, just blasting all of their impregnation fluid out like rutting animals.

Amun was so battered by the storm of satisfaction that he barely registered the young jackal getting up from the water behind him and grasping onto his hips with the familiar pair of dark paws that had already explored everything there was to explore on the spent reptile. He flinched weakly as he felt something hot and slightly veiny sliding inside his thoroughly oiled crease, the frightening shape of a thick canine knot pressing up against his cheeks while the royal jackal pushed his length between the round reptilian buns of male fat. His tongue hanging out of his mouth, Amun gathered any remaining strength he had after his second nut to push back against the Pharaoh and wantonly wiggle his heavy hips at the ruler of the desert.

The muscular crocodile shivered as he felt the canine breeder being retracted, the pointed tip of the crimson reptile pleaser tracing lower and lower between his cheeks until it eventually grazed at the most sensitive spot on Amun's body. The tensed-up guard held his breath while the Pharaoh teasingly circled his tailhole with his tip, gently nudging at the stretchy rim of the oiled-up anal ring with just enough force to make it feel like he was penetrating Amun, whilst still remaining outside the big, scaly ass he lusted after. Amun whimpered desperately as he wasn't given what he had been fantasizing about ever since wandering inside the bathing chamber.

This was the smaller male's way of asserting dominance.

But there was a limit to how much even the proud jackal could hold back his desire, and he had passed that limit long ago.

Akenhet barked and Amun squealed in ecstasy when the Pharaoh finally bucked his hips and pushed his throbbing spear of Anubian love meat inside the edacious tailhole of the large crocodile. The water splashed beneath the two when the Pharaoh's knot bumped against the ever-stretching seal of Amun's reptilian hole, which - despite being well-lubricated - wasn't quite yet able to dilate enough to swallow the fleshy bulb of impregnation insurance. Though neither of the males particularly cared at this point as both were certain they'd be able to work it in there eventually.

Amun gasped and hugged the slippery floor of the steamy bathing chamber, the tip of his robust tail wiggling about just above his forehead with how far the submissive reptile had bent his scaly appendage. His legs trembled and he felt a pulsating sensation of warmth by his loins, his previously untouched tailhole feeling oddly full and desperately empty at the same time. So this was the shape of the Pharaoh's cock. It was big and firm, even without the knot reaching well inside the deep rectal tunnel of the crocodilian guard where it throbbed with passion, enjoying the smooth caress of the bigger creature's insides.

The Pharaoh opened his mouth for a groan but no sound left his painted lips, a tactile shiver rocking the frail jackal's small body as he was finally able to fully admire and appreciate the intricacies of a male crocodile's body. The thumping desire instinctively moved his paws down to again grope and fondle the scaly spheres he had personally oiled moments before, their shape and mass feeling all the more pleasant in his fingers as he was able to simultaneously feel them around his cock.

The dark jackal's tail wagged just above the surface of the pool.

Amun's overly erotic, blatantly slutty moan echoed around the marble pillars as the smaller male behind him began to move, the pulsing pole of canine sex sliding in the vehement grip of the crocodilian sphincter. The great knot was rammed against the crocodile guard's quivering tailhole again and again as the impatient young jackal was no longer in full control over the movements of his own hips. Amun moaned against the turquoise stones of the floor, - curling his reptilian toes under the cool water, not quite knowing what he should do or in what position he should be as he was getting humped from behind by an enthusiastic jackal nearly half his age. The venerated crocodile warrior had never felt like this.

"By Set and all his minions! How come all of my guards have such perfect behinds...?" Akenhet groaned, sliding his hands back down onto the curve of Amun's hips and then even deeper onto the strong reptile's muscular back, leaning ever closer to his crocodilian partner. "I should have all of you, Slek included, walk around the palace completely naked from now on... That way I wouldn't have to go for a single second without enjoying the sight of... of this!" The young Pharaoh reached his right paw back down and tried groping at the right cheek of Amun's behind, the slippery sphere of scale-decorated crocodile rump fat escaping the jackal's grasp due to being coated with a plentiful amount of oil.

The muscles in Amun's muzzle had stopped responding since long ago, and the crocodile was unable to fix the lewd and blissful grin his face had been forcibly twisted into. The content but unnatural grin continued to widen as Akenhet picked up the pace, the pounding movement of his hips transforming into just a dark blur at this point. The lustful, rapid panting of a mating canine began echoing around the royal baths as scales and fur were getting smashed together.

Amun felt hot. Not just inside his tailhole, his entire body felt hot, as if the oil the Pharaoh had rubbed all over him moments before was somehow enhancing his pleasure. Every single one of his scales was tingling as his ass and his prostate got equally battered by the young canine, the crimson canine colon-filler 'splorching' in and out from the male crocodile with audible slickness as the lubricatory substance worked its magic along with Amun's tailhole gradually loosening. With each thrust, he could feel himself getting filled with more and more warmth and more and more cock, as his steadily rising arousal was getting closer and closer to its tipping point.

And Amun wasn't wrong. The oil was extremely erogenous for all reptiles. That's why the Pharaoh had chosen it, being perfectly aware of what kind of feeling it roused within his partners. Just a handful of it was able to make even Slek hiss like a harmless garden snake, and Akenhet had used almost an entire jug to oil up Amun. He wanted to leave a lasting impression on the male crocodile so that he would be easier to handle in the future. Though with how eagerly Amun had presented himself to be fucked, Akenhet guessed there wouldn't be too many issues with this specimen.

The hefty crocodile nearly bit his own tongue - hanging limp out from between his terrifying jaws - as the Pharaoh suddenly leaning against his tail made him flinch aggressively. The large, gasping reptile held his breath as the playfully growling jackal reached his arms around Amun's sides to again use his paws to stroke at the wildly flailing crocodile erection between his servant's thighs.

"I hope my dear servant is feeling good, hmmm...?"

Amun grit his teeth as his thick shaft was being squeezed and caressed by the Pharaoh.

"Say... Why don't you quit being my guard and join my house of concubines instead? You could be the Pharaoh's very own ssslut..." The charismatic young male whispered, really rolling the starting consonant of his last word on his tongue before spitting it to the base of Amun's ear. "I'd make sure to visit you every day in the House of Pleasure... I already made a similar proposition to Slek but he... Hmmm... Might be a little too proud for that... Not that he isn't already my loyal slut..."

Getting bred from behind like this, with the intense sensation of the hot oil rippling across his scales, Amun didn't find it to be too bad of a proposition but was unable to utter a reply in form any other than a lustful coo.

"But then again... What stops me from embracing you like this even as a guard..." There was a hint of cockiness, and dominance in Akenhet's voice, the panting Pharaoh driving his cock down Amun's rectal chute with the clear intention of going for the knot with one of his next thrusts.

The royal canine balls rapidly slapped against the slightly bigger ones that Amun had as the dreaded conclusion of canine mating was about to unfold, the bottoming crocodile's tailhole already squeaking and stretching from the pressure applied to it by the hefty knot at rapid intervals. Amun wasn't sure if he was ready for it mentally, but his body certainly seemed to be. If he hadn't already been fucked into a panting and weak pile of scaly pudding, Amun would have probably tensed himself up in anticipation.

But simply knotting Amun normally wasn't enough for the jackal. He wanted to do it in a way that the crocodile would never be able to forget the sensation of it.

The dark and golden Anubian jackal abruptly leaned against the bigger male with his entire body, Amun twitching as the delicate paws of the Pharaoh grabbed onto his left thigh, the slender arms they were attached to conjuring up an incredible amount of strength while the jackal grunted. The oiled crocodile slid a bit further on the chamber floor, his rump suddenly getting turned sideways and plopped onto the edge of the pool with the royal canine now leaning over Amun's lower half, his palms firmly planted on the turquoise stones lining the pool.

The jackal only needed to perform a pair of anal-battering thrusts to force the widest part of his malehood inside Amun's receptive reptilian hole.

The passionate yip of the Pharaoh echoed all around Amun as all corners of his body exploded with pleasure, his rump now completely full of Anubian cock, the inside of his tailhole stretched inconceivably wide from getting knotted sideways to crown his first time laying with another male; the Pharaoh himself nonetheless. He gasped whilst drooling onto the smooth tiles of the bathing chamber floor, Akenhet tugging his knot in the meaty embrace of the reptilian tunnel, the jackal's impressive malehood filling up with even more blood, stretching Amun's insides even further apart as it flared up to really lock the two males together for the extent of the royal insemination.

Amun felt hot. He was burning up. It was like his lower half was wrapped up in scorching desert sand that had been basking in the afternoon sun for hours. That warmth violently infiltrated every single scale the young Pharaoh had caressed, eventually surging its way to Amun's scalie cock, currently squeezed between his thighs from the abrupt change in position. His reptilian hard-on twitched and throbbed, pulsating together with its canine counterpart as both began expelling ejaculate almost exactly on the same heartbeat.

The big crocodile's fierce ejaculation blasted cum all over the royal baths, the sizable scaly malehood doing its utmost to seed anything and everything from the pure joy of getting bred like a female. Amun's thick tail writhed on the floor with a restless waving motion as the moaning crocodile cooled his body down one long rope of ejaculate at a time.

Another yip echoed in Amun's ears as the big canine shape throbbed in the gentle caress of his walls, the big reptile able to feel the lustful pulsations of the invading organ down to his very core.

Suddenly, it was like the mating crocodile was thrust from the sweltering desert heat into the cool waters of an oasis. The unnatural heat he was experiencing - imaginary or not - disappeared in the blink of an eye and his body was again embraced by the cool breeze of midnight desert wafting over from the balcony. Only one part of Amun's body felt hot anymore, and it was his tailhole, absorbing the heat from the Pharaoh's cock and the absolute monster of a load the small canine was basting the croco-colon with.

Both Amun and Akenhet gasped and panted, the topping jackal even growling a little bit, as the snug reptilian rectal cavity finally got the reward it had been milking for, the thick and sticky royal seed inflating the insides of the bigger male's shapely rump. Amun's tail squirmed helplessly as his tailhole got filled up to the brim, perhaps even a bit further than that since the frothy jackal jizz really didn't have an escape from its temporary deposit thanks to the Pharaoh's knot. All of it was certainly a lot to take, even for a bigger male like Amun. Yet, the lowly guard felt nothing but bliss as he got his hole basted just like his serpent superior.

The baths were quiet. A lonely cricket chirped somewhere near the balcony.

The thick scent of myrrh floating about was now rivaled by a salacious aroma of two males and their fluids.

The bred male crocodile spent the next two minutes as if hypnotized, vaguely remembering the bittersweet sensation of the extra-knotty pullout, getting a few words of praise from the dark jackal, and subsequently getting groped all over by the mischievous but familiar pair of paws, from the tip of his tail to his plump buttocks.

"Thank you for your company tonight Amun... I hope you will join me in the bath again sometime..."

The velvety and melodious whisper rang in Amun's ears and he remembered staring at the kind, golden eyes of the Pharaoh.

He hardly even realized he was wearing his loincloth and holding onto the shaft of his spear again, blinking as he stood at the entrance to the tunnel from which he had entered. Taking a cautious glance over his right shoulder he could see the slender jackal carefully putting on his golden bracelets and royal jewels.

"Could you call my chamber servants as you leave? Tell them the Pharaoh is done with his bath." Akenhet said without turning around to face the crocodile.

"...Yes your highness..." Amun muttered after a moment of silence, stepping back into the familiar, narrow pathway.

The royal seed that was meant to sire an offspring, a successor to the throne, was now lulling inside Amun's ass and leaking out from between his cheeks as he walked away from the royal bathing chamber, the muscular male leaving quite a heavy trail of it in his wake as his body became one with the shadows of the corridor.