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The Prince's Suitor

Twisted Tales: Chapter 11

For TeryxC by Joshiah

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Behind every great man, there was a woman, or so the saying went.

There were plenty of bastardizations of the saying, and more relevantly to the soon to be king of Kanadul, it was the idea that there was a great queen behind every king.

"I hope that I've made my case for you, your majesty?"

For a person who'd just finished being rutted, the voice was surprisingly calm and collected. It was that very same lack of passion that left Prince Teryx with something to think about, when he was expecting the decision to be a fairly easy one.

"Your riches are impressive, but they aren't the most important thing to me," the prince replied, as he watched the last of his own seed drip and drool from the end of his spent cock. "And while you certainly took me with great ease, I'm not so sure that I'm sold on your efforts in the bedroom."

A female jackal with a family that constantly spoiled her with riches, she wasn't the type who ever had to try at anything, especially not pleasing a man in the way that a prince deserved to be pleased. Even her smile took a bit of effort as she lowered her skirt and made a small bow to the prince, showing her subservience.

"My father will eagerly await your decision, then, but not as much as I, Prince Teryx. No woman could make you happier, I assure you."

That's disappointing to think about, the prince kept his words in the safety of his thoughts as the admittedly attractive, but somehow lacking jackal made her way out of his bedroom.

Large, archway windows made up one entirely wall of the prince's quarters, and from them, he could look down on the entire valley below, seeing the world from a perspective that few would ever know. It was a gorgeous sight, and one that Teryx wasn't ready to give up, when the day came that he would finally move to the highest room in the palace, and be crowned the king.

Before that day came, however, he had to pick a suitor, and so far, he was having trouble finding someone that he could tolerate in the bedroom; the place that his father often said was more important to be happy in than any other.

"Sire? You do have one more suitor for the day," his retainer commented from the doorway. "But this should be the last one for you."

A heavy sigh passed through the muzzle of the dragon as he looked at his naked reflection in the massive window. A dark, blue paw reached down and pulled a goblet of wine from the stand next to his bed, and he held it up in front of a gradient muzzle of peaceful white and sky blue, under the same pattern of darker blue that ran across his forehead.

"Send them in, please. Let's get this over with."

The eldest son in the family of rain dragons that ruled the land for the last few centuries, Teryx was finding that the older he grew, the more that running the kingdom was effectively already his job. This was certainly the best part of it, but he still needed the enchanting effects of the wine he sipped, to bring his erection back to life in such a short amount of time.

Against the bright, sky blue of his underbelly, a warm, pink rod of flesh began springing to life once more, growing thicker and harder with each gulp of the wine. With his spare paw, he groomed the tall, fiery locks of tawny blond between his horns and made himself as presentable as possible, while his member stood at attention, pointing out sharply from his crotch.

No doubt, it was the first thing that his final suitor of the night saw, as they quickly gulped at the size of it. Though fur prevented a blush from showing, Prince Teryx could tell that his new suitor was flustered, and he set down his goblet of wine with a grin, while his sunset tail gave a comforting, inviting sway.

"To whom do I have the honor of addressing this evening?" Prince Teryx asked, using the stately voice that he was trained to use in his position of power.

That night, Teryx was told that he would be meeting with a jackal, and a tiger, and that they were the last two suitors he'd have to pick from. No one that he'd bedded before made any kind of real impression on him, so as far as he was concerned, these two were the only choices he had, and he was surprised when he saw not a tiger in front of him, but a small, lithe feline, draped mostly in a cloak of brown, with a hood that covered the creature's sharp, pointed ears.

"Sir Manick of Tarnfell, and the honor is all mine, Prince Teryx."

"Sir Manick? I'm shocked that my father approved of your coming here for such a task."

"Your father suggested that you might prefer to have options of who you share a bed with," Manick explained, as he lowered the hood from his head, respectfully. His thin framed glasses rested precariously on the bridge of his muzzle, his stark hair of red was tussled by the hood, and his curious, green eyes were trying not to be rude in their enjoyment of Teryx's burgeoning erection.

The prince didn't do anything to hide his grin, or his enjoyment of the attention. "It only seems fitting for a prince to have options. I'm glad my father is starting to come around to the idea," Prince Teryx commented, before he beckoned with a single clawtip. "And I do like the idea of putting my options through rigorous testing before I stick with them, so please, come inside and close the door, Sir Manick. You'll have the same chance to impress me as any other suitor would."

Prince Teryx's retainer was already closing the door behind the new suitor, and Sir Manick knew that he couldn't keep his secret any longer. It was fortunate that he didn't need to, as he continued unbuttoning the cloak upon his form, and as lightly tanned fur came into view, Prince Teryx took his time in appreciating the unusual pattern of stark, red stripes that were carved into the feline like the numerous scars of a seasoned warrior.

Beneath all of that, between his legs, his feline member was already starting to come awake, and though his legs were crossed with one in front of the other, Manick knew that he would have to abide by the desires of the prince.

"You came to the castle wearing only a cloak, with nothing underneath? You're truly a bold one, Sir Manick. Can the same be said for your bedroom manners, or are you all show?"

The jackal who came before Manick was of a wealthy bloodline, and didn't need to become royalty as much as the other suitors before her. She also behaved with such a knowledge, and didn't put on nearly the show that others would have had to.

Manick was of nobility, but his family didn't have quite the funds that it used to, and while his cloak was all part of the show, his regular threads wouldn't have been too much better.

"Whatever pleases my prince is what I can accomplish," he explained, as he took a few steps into the wide, open room. Cut from stone, the tiles of the floor were massive, and made the entire room feel unnecessarily large, given the expansive bed on the far wall was the only real furniture within it. "I've been told that I'm very flexible, even for a cat."

"I've yet to meet a cat that was flexible enough to meet my demands," Prince Teryx admitted, "But as my father has commanded it, I must give every suitor a fair and equal chance before I dismiss them...your entrance does make me a captive audience, however."

Sir Manick could still see the remnant juices of the female who came before, glistening upon Prince Teryx's cock and leaving it in desperate need of a cleaning.

The feline gulped down his pride, slipped the rest of the way out of his long, heavy cloak, and fixated his eyes on the tasty looking treat.

"It would be terribly rude of me to keep a royal audience waiting," he suggested. "And I can see that someone else was even worse, leaving your body in need of service. May I be the one to provide it?"

He's certainly eager. I wonder just how far I can push this little kitten.

"If that is how you intend to prove your loyalty to me, I'm open to all forms of interpretation."

Perhaps, Sir Manick could have taken things a bit slower, but he didn't see any complaints, or hear any protest from the draconic prince. Instead, he looked as if he was expecting the feline to deliver at that moment, and Manick took long, careful strides across the floor, until he was close enough that his knees could settle on it.

The long, thin slack of his prehensile tail curled around the ankle of the prince, and he looked up with his best, cutest expression, his eyes wide and seemingly innocent. "To service a prince, even this once, is an untold honor," he claimed, allowing his breath to soak in to the ridges on the underside of Prince Teryx's manhood. "That I might call this cock my own someday is beyond my ability to fully appreciate."

Flattery wasn't a bad way to get into bed with the prince, and his paw came to settle between Manick's ears as the feline opened his muzzle wide, finding he had just enough freedom in his jaw to swallow the slightly flared tip. The ridges had just a bit of pliability to them as Manick began pushing the length into his own throat, and across his tongue, he could feel each individual ridge being coated with his saliva.

Can only imagine what it would be like to have this beast in my ass, he thought, refusing to close his eyes, or look away from the prince; he couldn't afford to disrespect him in this most crucial moment.

He was doing well, as the tiny smile on Prince Teryx's muzzle began spreading into a grin, complete with the shimmer of his fangs in the setting sunlight. "That you're willing to clean the juices of a lesser lover from my manhood shows excellent subservience," he claimed, and he watched Manick with sharp focus, glad to admire the impressive technique of the feline.

Despite his smaller, thinner size, Sir Manick was just able to reach the back of his throat with the tip of Prince Teryx's length, and as the head of the cock brushed his tonsils, he fought against his gag reflex, wanting to honor the prince as much as he could.

His muzzle was stretched, his mouth was stuffed to the brim with draconic flesh, and tears were starting to build in the corners of his eyes from his strain, but he held on tightly and waited, refusing to give in until the prince told him that he could move.

It was less of a sadistic desire, and more of curiosity that Prince Teryx stood in place and watched, holding still as desperate throat muscles swallowed instinctively around a thick, pulsing shaft, providing pleasure by virtue of trying to provide Manick with oxygen. His throat was already bulging around the royal tool, and finally, saliva began drizzling down over the side of Manick's cheek, as he began to lose composure.

"Such dedication as this can't possibly go to waste," the prince declared. His grin softened up just a bit as he pulled his length free from the delightfully warm confines of Manick's throat, and strands of spit dangled and ultimately fell to the floor, hanging from the underside of his cock and making a mess of Manick's chest in the process. "And such a valiant effort certainly deserves to be rewarded, if you think you're up for it."

Even with the aid of the wine, the prince had simply impressive stamina, and with almost no break between, he was ready to go again, happy to show his appreciation for his new suitor.

Manick, for his part, knew what was coming, and he revealed his second secret to the prince, who couldn't have been happier at what he saw.

The feline pulled back, nodded to the price, and turned on a dime, sticking his rump up into the air. His length tail lifted out of the way of a slim, curvy rump, and at the very base of the tail, Prince Teryx could see a small, oozing trail of clear liquid spilling from a mildly stretched asshole.

"It would have been terribly rude to ask you to do the work yourself, sire. A good suitor should always be ready to satisfy."

Money, power and nobility were all meaningless to the prince: he cared more for compatibility, and Manick was one step ahead of his desires before he had a chance to utter them.

"If you can take every ridge down to the last, then your place at my side is secured, Sir Manick...but know that even the jackal slut that came before you couldn't quite fit the last one inside of her sex."

Playing up the theatrics of the moment was always fun for Prince Teryx, but he wasn't fabricating his story. No matter how she tried, it seemed that the jackal wasn't quite deep enough to handle the very last ridge, even if her womanhood was suitable for his seed.

Sir Manick couldn't make any guarantee, but with the wellbeing of his family on the line, he eagerly spread the cheeks of his rump apart, and the warm, eager pucker of his tailhole clenched as it waited for a royal treatment. "Do as you will, Prince Teryx. My body will accommodate you."

Kneeling behind the smaller creature with an eager grin, Prince Teryx pulled Sir Manick closer, his powerful claws digging into the waist of the feline and holding on tightly. Manick tried not to cry out in pain, and even when a whimper escaped his lips, it was of pure delight, as the rounded tip of the draconic length slipped easily inside of his prepared orifice.

Even the first ridge wasn't much of a problem for Manick, who was drooling for an entirely different reason thereafter.

"Your willingness to serve and pleasure me is finer than any gift that a man could make," Prince Teryx praised his final suitor as the second ridge on the underside of his shaft easily passed into Sir Manick. "Will you be faithful to me, and come any time I call?"

Manick bit down on his lower lip to contain himself, but it failed entirely, as a lust-drunk smile spread across his muzzle. "You don't e-even have to d-do that, my prince!" he cried, as his claws raked across the large, flat stones of the floor.

Even as the third ridge popped into place, the feline held strong, and Prince Teryx grinned with delight, able to feel how much more room was left inside the tight, welcoming ass. "Then how about we skip the formalities and tell my father that I've made a choice?"

The fourth and fifth ridge were pounded into the tiny feline with a sudden, powerful thrust, and his voice shattered into a pathetic, high-pitched whine as he adjusted to deliciously full sensation of the whole, draconic cock inside of him. Much wider at the base than it was at the tip, even the prince was shocked that Sir Manick was able to handle the entirety of it, but now that the ridges were inside, neither one of them wanted to move.

The heavenly glow of the moment was something that neither prince nor suitor could interrupt, and just holding still together, their orgasms were starting to build.

On the other side of a heavy, wooden door, the retainer could hear the wet, thick sounds of a royal cock penetrating and making a terrible mess of a worthy suitor, and he didn't stay to wait for the finale. As Sir Manick let out a feline meowl of orgasmic delight, and Prince Teryx declared his affection for the same, the retainer was telling a relieved king that his son was finally settling down...and happily, at that.