Holding Back
#1 of Prince Here, Action Where
This will be a short series or a longish one with lots of short chapters. But this is a story that *will* be continued+edited unlike my others, if still short. Enjoy the first chapter/intro^^
Prince Here, Action Where
Holding back
"I always watched the world out of this lonely throne," a wolf sighed deeply as he spoke his mind. He was in his private chambers standing next to a window with his bed behind him. A nightstand to the right of him between his bed and the window he stood at. The nightstand had two figures, a snake and a winged lion, some idols of gods that somehow stared at the prince or the center of the room. He continued to voice his mind, "I rule as a proper king should, just, kind, and forceful when needed, but..." He looked out the window and opened it to smell the garden and watch some servants tending to it or other tasks. "I'm still young and haven't had the more simple or secretive pleasures that my people perform." Although without a shirt, the wolf's necklace and pants brightly displayed his rank. He was young for a king but his shirtless chest displayed his years of training. The king moved a paw to his heart, wishing to his pendant and any listening gods. "I have everything but a friend and a life outside this shelter. I wish to live more at least."
As he finished his wish, the door to his room opened with a fox clad in full armor. "Sir, Clat sent me to get you ready for your..." The king waved a hand in acknowledgment.
"Yes, I know my training...but this is the first time I've seen you. Are you new to knighthood?" He didn't hold back the hope in his voice as he noted the new guard.
"Y...yes, your highness," the fox's youth was apparent in his voice which made the king focus more on the knight. The wolf sighed knowing this guard is the only one even close to his own age.
"Before he bursts in on his own, how old are you? But please don't answer to my status." the fox relaxed greatly, his armor clamoring to his posture change.
"I enlisted the day I became eighteen. Um, why ask, um?"
"Crest, I ask because you're now the only one close to my own age of twenty." Before the fox could make a physical response, a leopard rushed in yelling.
"Training time, Crest. The young need both mind and muscle active least be fodder in war or court!" The Clat's "formal" appearance was a large, one-color blue robe. The robe covered an eon of physical experience while his black hair covered a lifetime of magic. "Alex, because you're new, would you mind joining the king? You may skip the magic lessons if you wish." The confused fox looked to his king for an answer. The wolf simply scratched his dark golden hair smiling.
"I'd enjoy partnering with someone new. I can even teach you some of the secrets I know that the old feline doesn't," Crest laughed watching the tutor suddenly walk off. He turned toward the hall and added, "But we won't do anything to the good hearted leopard!" the king laughed again and turned to his young knight. "Come, it'll be fun to train together." smiles were exchanged and the wolf led the fox to training. The king secretly thanked the gods for this chance to be with someone closer to himself. I hope he's my wish granted. The king dreamt.
Alex had his own way of fighting due to bad history in being a squire. Instead of always frontal assaults or back attacks with defense stances, the fox used constant movement to find a spot to strike and not be attacked from behind. He had to struggle no matter what he did, as the king was both fast and shirtless. It was either stare at the other canine's muscles or strike flat bladed on the sides. Alex decided to participate with Crest's magic studies, though falling asleep whenever a tomb or scroll was presented. The king smiled and tried to keep his new companion awake so he himself didn't sleep. Clat watched the two with a grin that didn't fit his face. His toothy smile gave the opposite impression to his warmth seeing his young king not just blankly doing what is to be learned. The leopard was also impressed with Alex's fighting. The fox's style was equal in strength but completely different from whatever he himself had learned or taught. He's the perfect body guard that's already making an emotional bond to the king. He smiled again but more laughing as he dissipated into the library. "Gods those two will have a future."
In the king's chambers, the two figurines glistened in the window-light, the snake and a winged lion. The snake had an upper body like all anthrops but had no legs and a relatively long lower body. It was uncoiled and his upper body standing proudly. The lion's mane was back heavy and the feathery wings' length equaled to the body's size. Both idols' tails barely curved towards the front of their bodies. Both had an undetectable blue hue on their eyes which only to the most experienced would give a hint of their magic. They stood there in golden glitter from the sun, smiling.
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Days passed and over the time Crest felt like he was being watched. Other than at a consul, he couldn't figure out what was watching him. He ruled out his trainer who monitored him every moment of daylight. Crest gotten used to Clat watching him every second of daylight but the staring didn't help his magic lessons. The king wound his way to his room and looked at the chamber across from him, where Alex now slept. The fox was promoted to Crest's personal guard by Clat. He thanked the gods remembering the gift. _Odd...the feeling of being watched vanishes for a moment whenever I give my regards to the gods. _ "I'll talk to Clat too lean my studies toward the gods." He looked at his two idols on a nightstand. The serpent looked pleased while the winged feline looked annoyed, or bored, it's hard to tell on sculptures. "That's extremely odd...I know idols don't change from day to day...oh well, just another thing to talk to Clat about." With that he yawned and went to sleep with busy thoughts.
Alex was removing his armor at his bed. On his bed was a wrap for drying off with. He loved his new position but didn't want to show weak under Clat. That leopard freaked him out despite the warm smiles. The fox sighed remembering combat practice and his sexual preference. Alex now sat nude at his bed thinking of his king. "Why doesn't Crest ever wear a shirt? It's almost torture!" The fox whimpered, "Oh gods, those muscles flexing...Murr." He massaged his sheath as he spoke. He imagined a "hand to hand" session. The two trading grips and body impacts flooded the fox's mind. Murring more, his malehood emerged from its furry home. "Gods, I wish he would clame me his."
His other paw moved under his furry sac to the tight dot of skin. He prodded the sensitive tail hole until his member filled to the knot. A moderate nine inches pointed toward the owner's muzzle. The fox then used his free hand to stroke his hard on and while massaging his sac. Pre instantly trickled over the canine cock. He moaned when pre reached his knot though his motions. He stopped fondling his balls to gently squeeze the impatient knot. Gasping, he continued to stroke his member while putting more pressure on his knot. He visualized the king grabbing his member while impaling his knight. That fueled his sensation right away. He squeezed his knot even more and even bumped his strokes to meet his knot. "Crest, take me now!" he howled as he shot his load all over his chest.
After basking in the afterglow, Alex greedily licked his cum soaked paws. He dried himself with the wrap on his bed. He took a deep sniff of his own scent. Then he climbed into his bed and sighed to sleep, still thinking of the king across the hall.
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