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“A Royal Comeuppance"

The sun was low in the sky as Alexander entered his luxurious and thinly layered tent; being in the desert as they were, a stiff breeze was all he really needed to make himself feel comfortable and the newly installed ceiling fan hanging from the top peak of his chamber was doing just the trick. The man rolled his large, muscular shoulders and gave a yawn as he stepped over to his vanity and observed himself in the mirror. He'd just woken up, his fiery mane of hair was still all over the place and his massive leonine body could barely fit in the frame of the mirror. But it wasn't too much for him to lean down to stare at his own reflection, then pick at his teeth with his pinky claw. He sucked air through and spit out a piece of food, likely having been stuck there since lunch as he cupped a goblet and put it to his lips. The taste struck him and immediately he spit the liquid out.

“PTEW!" He exclaimed as he gagged, sticking his tongue out far. “By the gods, this is awful! Horrible! Jacque! In here! NOW!" He roared loudly and not half a second later a sniffling man shot through the flap of the tent, then recoiled at the sight of him.

“Milord! Please! Have some decency would you? Strutting around naked like this will only attract the wrong sort of attention!"

“Like this poison you tried to serve me? This isn't wine, it's lukewarm spit!"

Jacque pointed at the goblet. “B-but sire, is that not the same goblet of wine you brought in with you earlier this afternoon?"

“And?"

“Well, it's hardly a fresh glass of--" He paused at the sneering glare from the emperor and snapped into action. “Right, sir! Fresh glass it is!"

Jacque kicked a cabinet open near Alexander's chest of drawers and a sudden billowing cloud of cold entered the room as the man extracted another bottle of wine, popped the cork and began to fill the man's wine glass. Handing it to him, Alexander snorted indignantly at it and took a swig, downing the ferment in a flash. He then huffed and rubbed the residual out of his beard and handed it to the servant for another fill.

Alexander was a beast of a man, over seven feet in height, he had the visage of a bold, lion-like man with a shapely leonine face and snout, claws, a curling royal tail. The very personification of true royalty, though instead of a pelt of fur he had a pelt of thick, coursing red hair that crew along his body, grew out of his face in a beard and in excess as a brilliant mane. The rest of his body, at least the bits of flesh that could be seen were actual flesh and not fur. A half-hybrid freak of royal birth. But none dared to point that out, or to oppose him when he stood in the same room. Those that did were often met with a snarl, a growl, or worse yet; the guillotine. He looked at Jacque expectantly holding his goblet again; one piercing blue eye and one of the typical amber-brown gazing upon him as he quickly filled the glass again.

“So, tell me Jacque." He said after at least four glasses had been emptied into the king's gullet. “How fare the warriors in battle on this glorious day."

“W-well...I'm not quite sure sire." The man stammered. “I am not part of your war council and have been told on many occasions that I do not belong among such company."

Alexander groaned in frustration, kicking his feet up and resting back in his chair, still naked as a bluejay as he did so. Jacque tried his best to keep looking away at the massive, masculine physique. “Oh but I do hate speaking with my generals, all they do is prattle on about how we should not need to conquer every country we come across, or how many of the women and children were widowed or fatherless. I grow tired of it, Jacque. How else is my empire to endure if I were to remain in the confines of my own country? I ask you, is that very fair?"

“I--I wouldn't know, sir."

The lion man groaned as he leaned back further. “Aw come on, then what good are you?" Before he could respond, a man entered the tent through the flap. Instantly recognizing him, Alexander immediately got to his feet and cleared his throat. The man's blue eyes stared into Alexander's and his glare immediately came apparent. “Father." He stammered

While it was true Faedrick was not his real father, Alexander had come to respect him as such. He was adopted when he was a child by the man, who quickly rose as a tactician and a vital part of his family empire's army. He stood at about half of Alexander's height, but in his presence, the emperor felt somewhat out of place. He stood there, his arms crossed expectantly as silence filled the room. “You...could do your old man a favor and put some pants on or...something?" He suggested.

“Oh, yes. Yes." Alexander hurriedly gathered up his clothing and threw on a robe as he put on a pair of briefs, tying it over himself in record time as Faedrick continually rolled his eyes around, keeping from looking at the lion as he dressed himself. “Now. What can I do for you?" He shied away at the glance Faedrick shot him and added a “sir?" for no direct reason.

The man let out a sigh of relief as he walked toward Alexander and placed his hands on the emperor's shoulders. He shrugged slightly, almost expanding so that his father couldn't hold onto him directly. “My boy. Your army has reached an impasse; it's no longer possible for us to directly defeat our enemies without significant losses to their numbers. They have recognized the superiority in our tactics and their king and queen wish a conference with you."

“With me?" Alexander scoffed and crossed his arms. “Don't be ridiculous. They seek to negotiate surrender when we are this close to wiping them out?"

“Had you been paying attention, sire." Faedrick cast a stern look at the lion. “You would realize that such an iron-fisted victory is still months away. At this juncture, a tactful negotiation of their surrender not only will spare countless lives, but also provide some leverage for their loyalty due to your--sympathetic nature."

“Huh." Alexander stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps you're right." He said. “Plus I heard the queen is quite the looker." He said with a wiley grin.

Faedrick groaned in frustration and furrowed his eyebrows. “Please. Do promise me you'll behave yourself, Alexander. We don't need to instigate another war."

Alexander set out the following morning; shortly after sunrise, with a caravan of seven of his most trusted and strongest guards. Traveling the desert in the earliest hours of the morning proved quite daunting, a sandstorm had rushed in at their backs and they spent two hours huddled together for protection from the elements before they were able to continue. As the mid afternoon sun began to bake down onto the riders, even their water-drenched horses began to dry out and tremble under the weight of their masters. Clouds in the sky around midday felt more like a boon, inspiring them to keep moving forward. Alexander following behind two of his men, while two others rode along at his side and two more rode behind. The last of their company was an assassin, following behind to insure the emperor's caravan would not be ambushed.

As they made their way over a rise though, they realized that they would in fact not be attacked as they now observed an almost utopian city nestled in the heart of the desert; small labyrinthian streets and buildings working from a square-shaped outer wall to a more circular shape of the streets encircling a much taller, more grandiose building directly in the center. “Must be the palace." Alexander pointed out as they came to a stop overlooking the city below. “Nice place."

***

It was a nice, mellow day in the palace as the King dressed himself in front of his mirror; his slender body, his dark tanned skin illuminated with a serpentine pattern of animated tattoos that covered his body. Dressed only in a loincloth at first, he leaned in toward his reflection to finish the trim on his goatee. Bringing his hands to his bald head he let them slide over the smooth skin as his hands reached the back of his scalp, the tattoos; which had gone into a hyperspeed of activity suddenly fell still and returned to their portrait landscape across his skin. He reached for an elegant tunic, which he strapped around his body and a matching pair of silken trousers, which he stepped into effortlessly as his double doors slowly pushed open. A man standing behind them immediately crossed his arm over his chest and bowed respectfully to avoid the king's gaze.

“Sire, our... guest of honor has arrived." He said.

“Oh, really?" The king said as he reached his hand out, allowing his servant to decorate his fingers in several gold and silver rings. “The leonine emperor himself? How intriguing." He said as he placed a hat atop his head.

“Indeed."

The woman's voice echoing from the darker corner of the room alerted his attention to her, and even the servants, whose eyes immediately refused to meet the gaze of her deep brown eyes bowed down humbly before her as she stepped out, draped in beautiful robes of red that left little to the imagination as she walked toward the king. He smiled at her. “My Queen Samaira." He said as he clutched her fingers and pulled the back of her hand to his lips. “Beautiful jewel of the desert. I was hoping you would come."

“My handsome King Kahaan; as if I would allow you to indulge in our visitors without my aid? Do you forget my power?"

“Never." Kahaan said in an unsettled breath. “Your power bewitches all men, even myself and I could not hope to do this without you."

She smiled, her hand grazing his face and clutching at his chin. “My love, you have such an interesting palate of taste. But even I can see why you pine for him, perhaps when you've finished with our emperor...you can spend some time with me..." She said as her hands came to a rest on his shoulders, she had practically seated herself into his lap and his hands pressed in on her waist.

“Yes, of course my love. I will be happy to please my queen."

She smiled and extended her hand, allowing him to take it, and in a half-twirling gesture, he locked it under his elbow, and the pair made their way from the room and into the shining, massive corridor that led toward their throne room. As the couple passed the final adjoining corridors, she gently released him and turned to the right; she had her own special place for watching their guests arrive. She knew that Kahaan would be very interested in trying to get the emperor alone; and her job was to insure that happened. She stepped up into the dark room that sat directly in the wall behind the throne; to visitors it simply looked like a bejeweled wall of mirrors, no one knew she could see everything through the mirror except of course for her king. She climbed into the plush room and peered out into the throne room outside, and waited.

“Emperor Alexander! Hail."

Kahaan's eyes met the lion's rather hardened gaze and he bowed humbly toward him. He was without a head of hair, but it was obvious from the sheen texture of his scalp that it had been voluntarily removed, it reflected the higher aspects of the light in the room. As he finished his bow and rose, he saw Alexander approach him. His throat felt dry and he watched the lion man reach his hand out in greeting. He took the man's wrist and gripped tightly to the man's forearm with a single, solid shake. “Please, you and your men make yourselves at home." He continued politely, gesturing to the exhausted looking soldiers standing behind him. “While you are guests in our kingdom, you are guests in our home."

“Will your queen not be joining us then?" Alexander asked, looking around for the fabled beauty. “Your majesty?"

“I'm afraid she is a bit... indisposed at the moment." Kahaan replied kindly. “But, no matter."

It had taken a moment for Alexander to realize that his arm was still locked with the king's; a strange, fuzzy feeling had been swirling about on his skin. Sort of akin to a numbing tickle or a strange intrusion against his flesh. He quickly pulled his hand away and stared at the man. “It is a pity, her beauty is but a fable in my empire." He said.

“Yes, but is that what you truly want?" Alexander felt the words invade his mind as the world around him blurred. He gasped and placed his hand on his head. “Wh-what?"

Kahaan looked curiously at the lion. “I did not say anything." He admitted.

“Look at that man, his highness is quite fetching, do you not agree?" Alexander felt a wave of dizziness accompany the words that time. He winced and shook his head.

“My emperor, are you all right?"

Even his guard's voice sounded strangely alien, warbling like a record with a warped edge. He inhaled slowly and exhaled. “Yes...I am fine."

“Excellent!" Kahaan said with a joyful bounce to his posture. “Then if you would not mind, it is quite late in the evening. Emperor Alexander, perhaps you would like to join us in the dining hall for dinner? Our chefs were on call to create an exquisite meal for just this occasion."

“Surely you want to get this over with?" Alexander asked with an air of frustration. “I am here to negotiate the release of your lands and your people into my empire."

“And you must be quite famished! Please let us discuss business after we eat. I can hardly parley on an empty stomach, after all." He turned to the emperor's guards. “And you gentlemen will be no exception. If you travel to the guard house, you will be greeted with the finest food our warriors have to offer and feather soft beds to rest in."

The men looked at Alexander, who gave them the slightest nod before they turned and vacated the room hurriedly. He turned back to Kashaan. “Very well." He said, pushing his unease aside. “Shall we?"

Kahaan smiled.

The dining hall wasn't far, but somehow it felt as though the king were leading the emperor to some distant land; the decor of the palace changed drastically from one corridor as they walked down another with a more middle-eastern appearance. The wood flooring gaining almost a rugged appearance, the smooth white walls and mahogany wood borders growing more off-white and gaining a lighter hue respectively. Fans decorated the walls in a bold style while larger ones rotated as they dangled from the ceilings, providing much-needed airflow to the otherwise stuffy abode. The palace seemed more claustrophobic here; it was then that Alexander realized that he had not seen any windows in several rooms. As they entered into another room; one with a sweeping vaulted ceiling at the top, he was almost taken aback with how massive it was. A large table with enough room for perhaps fifty sat before them and at the end of the table was a wall with a massive bay window that illuminated the room with the fading light of the sun just beyond. A woman entered the room; beautifully dressed in a simple, and gorgeous red gown. The straps that were supposed to lay over her shoulders merely rested beside them and aside from a slip of a dress underneath, Alexander realized that the dress was almost completely sheer.

“Welcome to our home, Emperor Alexander." She spoke in a soft, velvety voice that made the skin on his arms prickle and the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“Ah, wonderful. Alexander, might I introduce to you my queen; my wife Samaira."

The men approached her and she reached out her hand; as a gentleman, Alexander clutched her by the fingers and kissed the back of it. “Of course. Even in my home country, the legend of your beauty is spoken highly of. Had I known how short sighted those stories were, I would have ordered them to make you ten times as lovely." He said with a smile.

She smiled in return. “Milord, thank you." She said. “And if I would have known the Emperor to have such a smooth tongue I would have prepared myself more for your arrival." She gestured to the table. “Please, sit anywhere you like."

Examining the table, Alexander took it upon himself to seat himself at the head of the table, nearest the window. As he sat, Samaira and Kahaan took places opposite each other beside him. “So, this kingdom seems quite elegant. It is good to know you are taking my conquest as a good thing."

“You intend good things for our people then?" Kahaan asked, resting his head on his palm and looking at him, glancing occasionally at his wife, who smiled in return. “The freedom to live their lives as they choose?"

“Look, your highness, I am not some heartless bastard. Your people won't be harmed, in fact I will welcome them with open arms into my empire as willing, hard working citizens. I tend to let the rulers of the countries I take, continue to run things as they would have already. The only difference is that as emperor, I have a higher power than they."

“And this would extend to our kingdom as well?" Samaira asked.

Waving his hands non-chalantly Alexander let a puff of air pass his lips. “Of course, sure why not?"

As Samaira approached, Alexander could feel what seemed like waves of energy rippling off his skin, as if the air itself was wafting through the hairy red ocean along his body. He was dressed in a tight but regally plush vest, so only his arms were on display, but the pulsing that washed over his chest made it feel like he was being touched even before she made her way to him. “Such a powerful man then..." She said, her voice echoing in Alexander's ear as though she were speaking to him from the depths of a cave. She gazed into his eyes, and he noticed the redness glowing back from the center of her pupils. It was unnerving, and Alexander found himself suddenly unable to move. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but he was frozen in her stare. As she approached him, her slender arms swept up under his own and came to a rest on top of his shoulders, her suddenly naked body now pressed against him.

As he blinked his eyes to look at her, Alexander realized suddenly that it wasn't her he was holding, but Kahaan; his masculine, muscular body resting against his. Despite how large he was, he still paled in comparison to the lion body he was now holding. The shock made Alexander's eyes grow wide as he felt his cock now pressing against the dark tan color of this other man. He'd never experienced anything like this and his body began to shiver, growing ever closer to climaxing as Kahaan's hand turned Alexander's face to meet his own in a deep, passionate kiss.

Alexander suddenly came to with a loud gasp of shock; he looked around in a panic, everything had returned to the way it was moments before. Kahaan and Samaira were just seating themselves at the table on either side of the emperor, both giving surprised expressions of his actions.

“Milord... are you well?" Kahaan asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Don't fight it, you know you want it." The voice came loud and clear through Kahaan's voice, but his lips weren't moving. “You want...me"

“I--w-want it..." Alexander repeated without thinking. He quickly shook his head. “I mean--I'm starving." He said with an abrupt clearing of his throat. “When do we eat?"

Finally, as if on cue; a collection of men emerged from the adjoining room. Each one large in size and dressed in a lavender and red outfit with small hats that adorned each of their heads, barely big enough to contain them. Each one carried a singular silver tray with a domed lid, and they paraded into the room like a well-oiled machine. Each placing the tray down in front of the trio and removing the tops, revealing a vast array of delicious looking, meaty meals that made Alexander's stomach growl just to look at, and just as quickly as they had entered, the parade had vanished back through the door they'd come out of.

“Oh, finally!" He exclaimed as he pulled the tray toward himself and grabbed the utensils from either side. “I have been so hungry lately--" His voice trailed off a bit at the feeling of a hand touching his forearm and he looked to see Kahaan's fingers gliding across the generous amounts of red hair that trailed along it. “I--excuse me, what are you doing?" He pulled his arm away gently.

Kahaan smiled softly and Alexander could see the man's eyes trail down every inch of his massive frame. “Just admiring your fur, it feels more coarse than I would have expected."

“It's body hair." The lion grunted pulling his arm away more abruptly this time. “A mistake of my genetics, that's all."

“Oh I don't think it's a mistake...have you thought about--you know...shaving?"

Alexander raised an eyebrow at this. “That is a really strange question. What are you talking about?"

“Oh, don't mind him." Samaira said with a velvety smooth chuckle. “My dear husband has always had a thing for bodyhair--or well, the extracting of it anyway."

Alexander turned to look at her, and found himself suddenly unable to turn away. Everything surrounding her was red now, her eyes glowing golden rings around a dark pupil in the center. His expression was frozen in a look of confusion as the color filled his vision. “Come now, Emperor..." Her voice sounding distorted, growing less and less human by the second as he saw Kahaan rise from his seat and join her in this shocking scene. His mouth hanging open as the man pressed his hands on the lion's chest and peeled away at his tunic, fondling the man's chest hair and sending what felt like waves of fire that poured over his body and before he could get a chance to react at all, he pushed him backwards; sending him falling into a strange pit of darkness as his eyes immediately closed upon feeling the cold, hard floor under him. His body fell limp. Everything turned black around him.

***

Alexander opened his eyes to a strange sight; far overhead was a beautifully painted and stained skylight, filtering in just enough daylight from outside to tell him that it was just past dawn and he wasn't sure how he got there. He turned to move his arms, muttering mostly to himself as he did every morning: “Okay, Jacque...exactly what did you have in mind with--" He moved one of his arms and realized that it was not moving very far. Looking at it, he realized why; the shackle that bound his left hand was keeping him from moving it more than a couple of inches. Moving his other arm, then his legs resulted in the same restriction. “Wh-what the?" Alexander moved his head and found that it too had been clamped down. “Hey! What--what is this?"

“It is a good thing you are so attractive." Kahaan's voice came out of nowhere and the emperor looked around only to see him walking into the room. He was shocked at the king's appearance; that barren scalp and dark colored goatee, the copper, caramel skin. His large muscles which still failed in comparison to that of the emperor's tone. His body hair almost completely shaven off, leaving behind his slim, naked body. “I doubt you would have seen this coming even if you weren't so full of yourself." He said as he sat his body on top of the lion, his hands sliding effortlessly through the sea of red hair.

“What is this? Samaira?"

“Shh..." The king's finger pressed lightly against the lion's lips. “My queen chooses not to be involved when I choose a playmate." He paused and smiled. “At least, not beyond helping to lure him in." He almost purred in spite of himself as he leaned back and grabbed a tool from the bedside table beside them. “Now, I promise you'll enjoy this." He said with a grin as he produced a blade that shined against the room's light. And in a playful gesture, he laid over Alexander's body, pressing his chest against the lion's. The static feeling between the man's bare chest and the lion's hairy one felt electric as he parted from it and immediately took the razor to it, slowly grinding a long line from the top of Alexander's chest. He could feel the hair peel away slowly as Kahaan's blade went from the top of his chest down his torso and across the ridges just above his cock. He'd never experienced anything like this before, and that combined with the weight of the man resting on his lap was getting him aroused. He inhaled sharply and glared defiantly at Kahaan, who simply let the stare roll off as he wiped the blade clean and again returned it to the starting position.

“What do you want?" Alexander asked, seething with rage; or at least putting up the front of anger as the man's blade again slowly worked its way down his musculature from pectoral to abdominal.

“I want to give you pleasure." He said with a sly grin, his bubbled, almost-kingly ass leaning back and pressing against something rigid pressing against it. “And I think it is working."

Alexander continued to fume, though his red face was giving away much more than he wanted to lead on. As Kahaan continued to work on the ocean of red on his chest, the man's hand reached up and grabbed him by the head, his fingers intertwining with the lion's full and thick mane. His smile broadened as he swiped the blade down again, this time, the lion's toes curled. He could feel his cock riding the man's bare ass as he leaned back against it, but Kahaan was making it clear who was in charge. “L-let me go. What are you--?" It was the first time he could ever remember feeling breathless, maybe it was the man on his chest causing this. He tried to reach up, but found it futile as his hands were bound back still. It was frustrating.

As Kahaan finished the last line of chest hair, his hands moved up to grip the lion's scalp. Alexander's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the man's grip on his head tighten and force a head turn. The shine of the blade glinting off of the emperor's eyes as he stared at it through their corner. “What are you going to do?" He whispered in a fast voice.

“You will see." Kahaan replied as replaced the razor with a pair of scissors as he leaned in on the lion man.

The soft snip of the scissors slicing through Alexander's mane were loud in his ears as he held himself perfectly still; almost terrified of what the man was doing. He felt Kahaan's fingers move about on his head, holding it firmly as his hair seemed lighter. Cutting more and more until he could feel a cool breeze against his scalp. Shorter, and shorter, Alexander had begun to sweat and resist, but the man's touch held his head in place as he cut it; then, grabbing the razor again, he moved in to drag it along Alexander's scalp. He could now feel skin on skin and it was getting cooler. “Oh that's the stuff..." Kahaan said with a bit of a moan in his breath. “How does that feel?"

Alexander's face was red, the heat radiating between his eyes and snout was pretty intense as he replied. “It feels... pre-pretty good..." He stammered.

Kahaan's fingers pinched slightly on Alexander's scalp again and he turned the man's head to the other side so he continued to clean off the other side. “You see, your empire can feel this way..." He said. “Lighten the burden on your brow, sire and let the people live their own lives."

“But they...they don't know how to live without me. They worship the ground on which I walk, I cannot simply...allow them to--"

“To live?"

Kahaan's response resonated with Alexander. Instead of snapping back, he began to think until Kahaan pressed his hands on the lion's chest. “But forget about that, how does this feel?"

Alexander could feel the man's skin along his entire chest, Kahaan's cock pressed in between their stomachs. A soft slow separation of skin as Kahaan's hips rose slightly off Alexander's abdomen. Alexander huffed slightly and wanted to grab the man, but again remembered he was still bound to his soft surface. The man leaned forward again, his breath passing within a millimeter of the lion's face, his goatee barely touching his lips. It was so sensual, every inch of their skin touching. Slowly, Kahaan slid down from the larger lion and out of sight. Alexander looked around, but his limited range of motion kept him from really seeing him. He heard a click and felt his legs unshackle and Kahaan now appeared down between them. The sudden introduction of a tongue made Alexander gasp in surprise; the emperor's entire body growing tense as Kahaan's lips worked their way up the lion's ass to his balls, then up his shaft to the tip as it shifted from lips again to a tongue as he reached the tip, Kahaan inhaled a small trickle of precum that had been coaxed out and looked him in the eyes.

“Milord, are you enjoying this?"

Alexander huffed again, not responding as he rested his head back and felt the man grip tightly on his cock. His muscular chest rising and falling sharply as he surrendered to the pleasure. Kahaan rose and wrapped his lips around the lion's tip and engulfed his shaft. It was an instant gasp from him, his body reacted with a jolt as every muscle tensed up on him and he gave off a growl that echoed through the room. He groaned and his hips bucked in anticipation, precum began to spill and flushed across Kahaan's lips as he struggled, and failed to keep the copious amounts from leaking. His hands caressed Alexander's ass, stretching his cheeks apart as his cock taunted him by occasionally touching the circle of muscle down there. The lion gasped and looked at him; a questioning look from him quickly met in surrender as he again leaned back.

Kahaan dragged his cock down Alexander's crack, the man could feel it riding down even in this position, wetting his ass, soaking it even with a trail of precum. Alexander froze in surprise by this sudden move of aggression and wanted to say something, but the vision of something over his head, piercing his eyes with a ghostly pair of red orbs prompted him to stop. “You want him, you desire him..." He heard the words soothe softly in his ears.

“I--I do..." Alexander spoke softly, prompting the king to look at him.

“You do? What?"

Alexander blushed, embarrassed for the first time that he remembered. “I--I want you, sire..." He said. “I...desire you..."

Kahaan smiled again and pulled up on the lion, resting his large legs on his own shoulders.

He was bigger than the emperor had expected, as the head penetrated him, Alexander could feel the folds at the top curl back, an uncut human cock plummeting deep into his hole. It stung, prompting the lion to grimmace and gasp. He couldn't move his arms, but he could feel the man's hands caressing his skin before wrapping tight around each of his hips and pulling forward hard. “NNNH!" Kahaan grunted as he threw his cock hard into the emperor's ass the remainder of the way. All the way to the hilt, which rocked the lion backwards as his legs were pulled up over his head and the human slid in. His fingers working their way across the freshly shaven skin; they felt like fire, it was so liberating, so erotic, and the way the human's dark hands grabbed at his pectorals almost made him explode on the spot. He arched his back up, every muscle went tense and he grunted forcefully as he felt every inch of the man thrust inside. It was incredible, he'd never felt like this. The passion Kahaan was showing him, every--inch--of his hospitality truly showed the lion how generous and strong he and his people could be.

Kahaan rolled Alexander's hips back now, driving in harder and deeper, his expression contorted, growing darker as his well toned body began to perspire as he held the lion twice his weight in a position higher than his head, but he was determined. “Ho-hold on, please let me go..." Alexander asked, getting a look of surprise from the king. There was a long pause as they exchanged no words, and finally, with a nod, Alexander felt his neck and his arms release from their bonds. He sat up, allowing Kahaan to pull himself free, with a smirk; Alexander turned over on the bed, exposing his backside to the man's hungry gaze. The feeling of nothing falling over his shoulder, no hair no braids; was a strange sensation as he settled in, he felt the hands of the man now behind him as he repositioned himself and plunged in again. The lion huffed and moaned, drooping his head for a moment as the human now pushed his weight down onto Alexander's ass. Alexander hissed and groaned, his cheeks burning from a drunken sensation of pleasure. He wiggled his ass slightly and grinded it down toward the human so their bodies struck harder, every connection now resounded an audible slap. The pair getting faster and faster by the minute as Kahaan placed his foot onto the table in an effort to thrust in harder, balls deep and both were getting closer and closer to the inevitable ending.

“GRAHHH!! Ahh!" Kahaan huffed and grunted, slowing his lunges in a best effort to keep the climax at bay. “NNNHHHHH!!!" He gave in too quickly, his body shook hard and pulses of heat suddenly shot into the lion, radiating through his backside as Kahaan's fluids pumped into him. Alexander scowled and roared, pushing his face into the crook of his elbow as he rode out the remainder of the man's climax, barely holding on.

When it was over, Kahaan practically collapsed onto Alexander's back, panting and breathing heavily. The sound of a clock chiming a few minutes later made him chuckle. “We--we have been going at this for the past forty minutes..." He said.

So they had; Alexander thought to himself, “How time flies." As he laid on the table, face down with a raging hardon under his body. As Kahaan finally grew soft enough for his human cock to fall from him, he leaned back and quickly moved to turn Alexander over.

“Come now, let's see if we can't finish you off..."

“M-Me? No I don't need--" He couldn't even finish the sentence before Kahaan had him turned over, his erection pointing straight up toward the ceiling and the man proved his readiness by extracting a small vial and pouring its contents over him.

Kahaan then straddled the lion's abdomen like he'd done before, only this time he readily aimed the massive shaft and seated himself on it. Kahaan's face looked solemn, it looked like he was concentrating but Alexander could hardly contain himself and his body suddenly lurched upward as he drove his hands down, pushing the man hard and deep on his shaft.

“Ah--hahhhh!" Kahaan let out a litany of unfamiliar words and phrases Alexander couldn't understand as he steadied himself by putting his palms on the emperor's chest. That bare mass of muscle that soon received a slap from his re-growing cock now looming between them. “Ohhh by the gods, you truly a-are an emperor..." He huffed and leaned forward. As he opened his eyes he gazed upon Alexander, his hands so gently caressing the lion's newly bald head as Alexander began to thrust on impulse now. Their bodies rolled together several times, and as Kahaan's eyes rolled back and pleasure began to take over, the emperor noticed how hard the king was getting at this again. Now it was slapping onto his flesh with the vigor of a younger man, and he didn't seem to mind. He felt the king's hands against his bald scalp, tightening and releasing periodically, in time with his lustful rhythm. It was enough to make the lion's eyes roll back as he began to give into the pleasure.

After several more minutes, Alexander's body was on the verge of having enough when he began to feel wet strips of cum suddenly start shooting across his belly and up to his clean shaven chest. This was too much, and with a mighty growl and grunt, he too began to unload his cannon into the other man's ass; causing an immediate flood and spilling of white, which cascaded down between the both of them and dripped wetly onto the floor.

The sun was rising when Alexander awoke next; the light was filtering into the window of the bedroom; the sounds of early morning birds could be heard from outside as the kingdom below was beginning to awaken from its slumber. He looked back to see Kahaan had vanished and he was laying alone. He got up, got his clothing on and made his way out into the main hall.

Downstairs, Alexander was the last of his men to arrive at the table, where the terms of their negotiation were to be discussed. The men looked at Alexander expectantly, their shock to see that he was bald written plainly across their expressions. As he seated himself, Kahaan and Samaira approached with a scrolled parchment and placed it onto the table. “Milord." He said. “My wife and I have discussed the terms of your treaty and find it most favorable; while we would hope to negotiate better terms in the long run, for now we hope that signing this will represent a more meaningful and trustworthy relationship in the future.

“Indeed." Alexander said, taking the scroll into his hands. He turned it over and recalled the terms of the negotiations. “However, upon reflection I am not sure these terms are no longer agreeable to our best interests."

“Sire?" One of his men spoke up, and Alexander placed a hand up to stop him from speaking.

Alexander smiled. “I think a total domination of such a lustrous civilization would not benefit its people properly. I am stretched thin with many countries to preside over, and I think it's about time we started to look to the needs of the people, and not to the interests of my empire as it pertains to me."

“Wh-what are you saying milord?" Samaira asked in confusion.

“I'm saying that your people are free to live life as you are accustomed. We will not dictate or judge your kingdom because it does not follow our own. Your culture is free to expand, I only ask that you continue in your efforts to thrive..."

“That--that's so kind of you, sire." Kahaan said with a bow.

To the shock of everyone present, Alexander then placed the scroll over the fire, allowing the contract to catch ablaze and slowly burn as he dropped it to the floor. “And so it is done." He said. “We will leave you now, and return home, so that I may do the same for the rest of my people. No longer will they suffer under such a controlling dictatorship."

Sunset had happened upon the kingdom and it was time for Alexander and his crew to leave, as they departed, Kahaan and Samaira watched them from their tower. Slowly vanishing into the mountains like ants on a hill. “Husband, I do speak for all of us when I say that your powers continue to amaze and baffle even myself."

Kahaan smiled and took his wife into his arms and kissed her. “My love, I believe the same can be said of you..."

THE END