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"You're so beautiful." The male stoat said, clambering atop his nude bride, grabbing her inner thighs and spreading her legs, exposing the delicate flower that hid between.

Princess Emily blushed slightly. "My handsome prince is such a charmer." She said, watching as he lined his cock up to her folds. Emily could hardly even feel it as the prince bucked his hips, spearing his cock inside of her all the way to the balls in one thrust. However, she still moaned out, to save him the embarrassment.

"You know..." He grunted. "I bet this time- mff, will be the one!" He was already thrusting pretty rapidly, greedy hands reaching up to grab and play with the princess' exposed tits.

"I hope so." Emily said, her voice smooth and elegant, unperturbed by the male relentlessly rutting her right now. "I can't wait to be with your child." She said, though she very much doubted this would be the case. The pair had married eight months ago and have been trying to produce an heir since, but his seed has yet to take root. Already the commoners were spreading rumors that the prince was sterile, Emily couldn't help but feel bad for him, he already had an unfavorable reputation as weak, cowardly. After his parents passed to sickness, he was left with a kingdom that didn't respect him and Emily's father was fast to capitalize.

He arranged the marriage, but on the condition that their two kingdoms unite into one, meaning that the prince wouldn't be able to take the title of king for himself until the crown passed down from Emily's father. He also laid down the condition that the prince must produce an heir; the king was adamant on a strong line of succession.

Emily's thoughts were broken by a loud grunt from her husband. As he rolled off of her, she reached a hand down between her legs, bringing her fingers back up to observe the viscous white fluid. She looked over at her husband... out cold, like always. She sighed, realizing it was over. She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead before leaving the room to have one of her servants draw up a bath for her.

After her bath, the princess made her way to the garden. She always liked to go there to relax and the night air on summer nights like this was always refreshing.

Walking through the halls she passed some of the castle staff, in particular a maid whose budding pregnancy was beginning to show through her dress as she dusted an antique suit of armor that supposedly belonged to one of her grandfathers. Emily sighed, envious of the servants current state.

Emily passed through thick wooden doors into a large courtyard. The garden was beautiful, especially at this time of year while all the trees were flowering. It was a rainbow of colors, with many plants hailing from regions far from the kingdom, brought as gifts by traveling dignitaries. The stoat sat down on one of the stone benches, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the serenity for a few moments.

"Lovely night isn't it?" A voice rang out, breaking the silence. A squirrel she recognized as Marcus, dressed as one of the gardening staff casually walked towards the princess, head craned towards the night sky, before slowly lowering it to meet her gaze. "Almost as lovely as you, m'lady." He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips, planting a kiss on it.

Emily blushed. "I figured you would be here tonight."

"Oh?" The squirrel cocked his head, still gently holding her hand in his. "And why is that?"

"You're always here... right after the prince- my prince..." She corrected herself. "...tries to perform his... husbandly duties."

The squirrel seemed... intrigued more than anything at this. "What are you getting at, m'lady?"

"I know you're not a gardener. None of the men on the gardening staff know of any squirrels on staff and the women all dodge the question." Emily explained. "Several of whom are recently expecting, despite claiming not to have a husband or any suitors.

"If I'm not a gardener, then what am I?" Marcus asked, pulling the stoat princess to her feet, walking with her deeper in the garden, to a spot where the moonlight best illuminated both of them while he stared into her eyes.

"A thief." The princess said bluntly, not moving her gaze from the squirrel's deep green eyes. "You've been seducing the women on staff so that they will help you avoid the guards, that's how you stole that painting five months ago right out of my fathers bedchambers."

Marcus raised a brow, smirking at the princess. "A bold claim... seems I underestimated you, you are not only beautiful, but intelligent." He mused. "Very well, I won't insult you by lying any further, it's true." He said, however his positive demeanor never changed. "But given that I'm having this chat with you and not your husband's boorish bodyguard, I suspect you don't intend to turn me in, at least, not just yet."

The stoat blushed again. "I... I just want to know what your game is. What you intended to get by giving me companionship whenever you knew I was..."

"Frustrated." He said, finishing her sentence so she didn't have to.

Emily blushed, but pressed him. "You're a thief, so what is it you are trying to steal now?"

The squirrel just grinned. "Your heart." he said, before pulling the stoat into a sudden, unexpected kiss. She was startled at first, but slowly relaxed, and as the pent-up princess leaned into it, the squirrel's tongue met hers. Slowly, the squirrel walked with her, pushing the princess backwards until her back was against the stone wall of the castle. That was when finally, after letting the kiss go on far too long, Emily pushed away, blushing.

"W-we can't." She said, blushing so fiercely the redness could almost be seen on the white fur of her cheeks.

"Why not?" The squirrel asked, calmly, running a hand through the fur on the back of her head, silken smooth, brown fur that ran across the entire backside of her body, contrasted by the white fur on her front.

"I... I love him. He's my husband." She muttered out.

"Do you?" The squirrel simply asked.

The princess was silent, breaking eye contact.

"Nobody will fault you for being... disappointed with a husband you had no choice in marrying. Who fails in his duties." Marcus stated. "Is he really the charming prince you dreamed of marrying? Can you even feel his tiny prick when it's inside you?"

The princess looked to the floor for several moments, before finally shaking her head. "N-not really."

"Has he ever brought you to climax?" The squirrel asked.

Emily shook her head again. "No."

The squirrel leaned in, whispering into her ear. "Don't you want to know what a real man feels like, just once?"

The princess didn't answer, couldn't answer. With the squirrel pinning her to the wall, looming over her, she was trembling, but not out of fear.

Slowly, Marcus began dropping to his knees, getting down low before grabbing the hem of Emily's dress.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked.

He lifted up her dress. "What your husband should be doing every night." He stated simply, before pushing his head forward, letting his warm breath wash over the princess' bare pussy. Slowly reaching out with his tongue, teasing her lower lips, before finally pressing his face in, his tongue pressing inside of her, seeking out and then exploiting every sensitive spot he could find.

Emily's legs wobbled, she nearly collapsed from the sudden jolt of pleasure she experienced and likely would have if not for the squirrel's hands coming up to grip her waist tightly. She leaned back, supporting herself against the stone wall behind her as she began to moan and whimper.

"If you get caught... y-you'd be executed for this." The princess muttered out, a small degree of fear in her voice, though the fear was for the squirrel, not herself.

The squirrel briefly pulled his head away to speak, his every word washing warm breath over her nethers. "My dear, you should know by now, I don't get caught unless I want to get caught." He told her, before diving back in to continue eating her out.

Despite having no frame of reference, the princess could tell this man was good at this, as pleasure built rapidly. The princess, who had never had an orgasm that wasn't caused by her own hand, realized she was soon going to have her first one caused by a man... a man who wasn't her husband. Biting her lip and moaning out sharply, she reached down and grabbed the squirrel by the head, but instead of pushing him away like she should, she pulled him in tight, holding him there until his tongue, still dancing within her, brought her to that most coveted of crescendos.

As she cried out, she was grateful for the thick stone walls surrounding them in every direction to block out the noises she made. She was trembling, breathing heavily in the afterglow as the squirrel returned to his feet, wiping some of the slick fluids from his muzzle, smiling at her.

"How was it, princess?" He asked.

"A-amazing..." She mumbled out, still a little dazed.

The squirrel smirked. "That was just the warm up." He said, as he pushed down his pants. The princess' eyes went wide as she gazed upon his cock. He was huge, next to her husband's cock, he would be considered positively titanic in both length and girth!

He began grinding that cock against her moistened nethers, covering his cock in her juices.

"I want to hear you beg for it this time, princess." The squirrel growled.

"P-please." The stoat whimpered. "Put it inside me... I want- no... I need it!" Any second thoughts she had were gone, she had already allowed things to go this far, she may as well see it all the way through.

"I can tell." The squirrel whispered into her ear, lining the tip of his cock up with her. "You've needed this for a long time." He bucked his hips, pushing his member inside, eliciting sharp moans from the female stoat as her pussy was spread wide open.

He went slow, letting her savor every inch, letting her body adjust to being penetrated by a real cock. Then, when he finally hilted his entire member inside of her, he pressed her against the wall, pinning her, placing both of his hands under her ass.

The princess lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and grabbed his shoulders for further support. The squirrel then began thrusting, pulling out before sliding his cock back inside. He started slow, but as Emily's moans grew more frequent and desperate, he would speed up, always making sure she was enjoying herself before kicking things up a notch. Soon his thrusts had grown frantic, he was really pounding into her. The princess' own moans had grown just as frantic, desperate, until finally... she reached her second climax of the night. But as his frantic thrusts didn't slow down, neither did her pleasure fully dissipate and as one orgasm ended, she could already feel herself building to another!

To her amazement, she could also feel Marcus approaching his climax, she could actually feel his cock throbbing inside of her! Twitching, desperate to release its potent load into her fertile depths. As she imagined how much she would like to get bred by this virile specimen, a real man. Reality hit her.

"W-wait, ahh, you ca- mmf, can't finish inside... it's not safe." She managed to get out, strained in between moans.

"T-too late, princess, I can't..." He slammed his hips into, burying his cock deep inside of her. Emily could feel every twitch and pulse accompanied by a deep warmth as the squirrel's seed was poured within. At the same time, she reached that second orgasm, her pussy milking his cock for every last drop. Every ounce of sperm meant more of the squirrel's virile swimmers seeking out the stoat's fertile eggs.

As the squirrel pulled his cock out, his seed trickled down Emily's thigh. The stoat released her legs from his hips, putting them back under herself. Her mind was moving rapidly. Would his seed take? How would she explain this to the prince? Did Marcus just breed her on purpose? Was it an accident? Had it been her fault? Were her legs wrapped too tightly around him?

Then the squirrel spoke up, adding yet another question to the pile, but this one she could actually answer. "Did you enjoy yourself, princess?"

Emily looked down, blushing shamefully. "Y-yes... it was... amazing. But... What if I get pregnant? The prince will know they aren't his as soon as they are born. We will get caught."

The squirrel just smirked. "Don't worry, if it comes to that, we will sort this out before it ever gets that far." He said, placing his hands on her stomach, slowly rubbing it through her dress.

For some reason... she couldn't help but trust him.

* * * * *

Roderick was elated when the castle physician confirmed that Princess Emily was finally with child. It was a serious boost to his pride that his... equipment was actually up to the task, as he had begun to have doubts himself, as the months dragged out. Finally, there was proof of his masculinity in the slowly swelling belly of his royal bride.

That pride blinded him, at first. But as more months passed... he couldn't help but notice the changes in Emily. Of course changes in mood were normal for a pregnant woman, sure, but it started to rub Roderick in all the wrong ways. She would still let him mount her when he was in the mood, but Roderick had noticed she stopped moaning some time ago. She had started growing more distant to the prince as well, spending less time with him and often disappearing for long periods of time. The staff always had some excuse for her whereabouts though. Speaking of which, pregnancy had become almost like an epidemic among the female staff, though Roderick just attributed that to them being inspired by him and the princess' success.

But as for Emily, Roderick even had Glenda, his personal bodyguard and perhaps the only servant in the castle truly loyal to him alone, tail the princess. But the results she reported back were always innocent enough. Often just reading in the study or taking walks through the garden. Eventually the prince just assumed he was being paranoid.

Just as he was starting to relax and not let his suspicions bother him, the prince was within his wardrobe, he was supposed to be choosing what he should wear for a banquet later tonight. However, he was currently side tracked, admiring his svelte, naked body in the mirror when he heard Emily's voice, speaking softly in their bed chamber, though he couldn't make out the words.

"What was that my sweet?" The prince called out. However when several moments passed with no answer, the prince stepped out of the wardrobe and back into his room. "Emily, did you say some-"

He froze, stunned by what he saw. There was a strange man in the room, a squirrel in fine clothes, a leather belt around his waist with what looked like climbing gear hanging from it. He was standing in front of an open window and looming right over the princess, their muzzles pressed together. The princess' hand was placed tenderly on the side of the squirrel's face. She didn't react at all to Roderick's presence, though the squirrel opened his eyes, making a sideways glance towards the stoat.

He broke the kiss and as he pulled away the prince could see the squirrel's tongue still within Emily's mouth being slowly withdrawn. Anger rose quickly in Roderick, his feet felt like they were moving on their own, running straight towards the squirrel he swung blindly, his fist striking the side of this intruder's face.

...To no effect. The squirrel just glared down at Roderick whose fist was pressed against his jaw. The prince flinched, coming to his senses as this male who stood a full head taller and was easily double his weight, wincing away as he awaited a retaliatory strike.

Instead the squirrel just grinned, grabbing Roderick by the wrist. "God, you're fucking pathetic." He mocked.

"Y-you can't talk to me like that! I'm the prince! The heir to the throne! Unhand me, I could have you executed for this!" Roderick cried out, his title and influence the only weapon he really had to wield his entire life.

"Prince in name only." The squirrel said, shoving Roderick down into a chair. "A limp-wristed weakling and a gullible fool. You really think the king had any intention of letting you rule? Have you heard what the people call you? Roderick the impotent, Roderick the small. Even your homeland is ashamed of you, they welcomed the rule of a strong leader like your father in law. There would be an open revolt against the crown within months if you took over." The squirrel said, leaning over the stoat, putting the smaller male in his shadow. "I mean why do you think the king was so insistent on you two producing an heir? He was going to make sure the brat was raised right and crown them instead."

Roderick was stunned, these were hardly the words he expected to hear from an intruder. He leaned over, looking at Emily who was staying by the bed, embarrassment painted on her face and suddenly the prince's heart sank as he fully grasped that she was in on... whatever this was. "Is... is this true?" He asked her.

Emily's blush deepened as she nodded. "He never told me his plan directly but... yes, I am afraid so. I think he assumed you wouldn't try anything rash if it was your own son on the throne."

Roderick shook his head, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were going to use his own child to pacify him? Deny him his birthright? "That... that can't be true."

"Oh, it is. Only unfortunately there was one hitch in the king's plan... your pathetic little cock can barely penetrate a woman and your nuts certainly aren't up to the task of impregnating one." The squirrel announced, his eyes flicking downwards.

Roderick blushed, attempting to cover himself with his hands as he realized he was still stark naked.

The squirrel smirked at that."Heh, so a real man like me had to step up and make sure our kingdom still has a leader in its future." He said, pointing at himself with his thumb.

"Wh-what!?" Roderick cried out, anger rising in him once again.

"Sorry, dear. It's true." Emily added. "The baby is Marcus's..."

"Th-then the deal is off! Our marriage is void. If your father wants my land, he will have to fight me for it!" The stoat yelled out, attempting to rise from his seat.

However, the squirrel shoved him back down. "Might want to think about that one, little man." He said. "A fight? Who's gonna follow you? That guard of yours? None of your people respect you, they certainly won't die for you. Your rebellion would be squashed in a week and if the king shows mercy, you might be allowed to live out the rest of your life in exile in some monastery, growing grapes. Heh, I wonder what they would call it? The war of the tiny pecker?"

"Fuck you! I'm not afraid of you!" Roderick yelled out, outraged, trying to stand up again.

Marcus just laughed, shoving him down yet again. "You should be, I had a few other ideas for how to deal with you, but your sweet Emily convinced me to make you a generous offer."

"Please, hear his offer out, it's what's best for the kingdom, for all of us." Emily added.

"Listen to the lady. You turn over your titles and land to her, you keep living a cushy life here. In new quarters of course, I'll be taking this bed from now on. But still, you keep getting to eat the best foods, have servants at your beck and call, with no responsibilities and worries."

"Wh-what kind of deal is that! I give up everything, my title, my claim to the throne, my wife-"

"Your wife?" Marcus cut him off. "I thought you said the wedding was void, now she is yours again? Did you even love her, or did you just love to have her?"

"I... that's not the point!" Roderick snapped, flushed with renewed anger at such an accusation.

"Oh, on the contrary! That is the point!" The squirrel retorted. "Everything about you is always just that, you, what you want. A greedy, impotent little shit like you couldn't lead anyone. You wouldn't even be in this mess if you were just a little more courteous to others."

The stoat cocked his head at the squirrel. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Marcus sighed, reaching behind himself and grabbing the length of rope from his belt, causing the prince to panic a little, trying to squirm away as the squirrel loomed over him.

"Calm down, I promised her I wouldn't hurt you." Marcus said as he bound Roderick's wrists to the chair. "But I am going to teach you a lesson, about how there is more than one person in the bed when you make love, about how useless and helpless you are and, above all... How you can never hope to measure up to me."

Roderick's struggles were in vain, the squirrel manhandled the naked stoat with ease, tying the prince's ankles to the chair as well.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Roderick whimpered out.

"Nothing." The squirrel said, before gagging the prince with a rag. Marcus then leaned in, whispering into the stoat's ear. "I'm going to fuck your wife again and you're going to watch."

Marcus walked back over to Emily, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into another kiss. This time their hands explored one another more eagerly, tugging at each other's clothes. The squirrel's belt hit the floor with a heavy thud, his shirt was thrown open and pulled off of his arms.

The back of Emily's dress was pulled open and soon the fine garment, worth more than most people see in their lives, was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, leaving the stoat naked. Roderick stared at her, her winter coat had come in, covering her completely in white fur. The shape of her pregnant belly had once brought him pride, now only brought him shame.

Roderick felt another rush of anger, not so indifferent from that of a spoiled child watching someone play with their favorite toy, only it was the squirrel greedily groping, playing with the princess' heavy, milk-laden breasts. They were supposed to be his, she was supposed to be his.

She dropped to her knees, pulling the squirrel's pants down to his ankles. Roderick was flushed with embarrassment as he saw the other male's member. Even only half-erect, it handily put the stoat's manhood to shame, no wonder she never moaned when he would enter her, not since experiencing that.

What embarrassed him more was how eagerly she took that tool into her mouth, she never showed half as much enthusiasm when Roderick asked her to perform oral on him, but to see her take the squirrel... it was as though his cock was coated in the sweetest honey. She was able to take all of him without much difficulty, her throat bulging with his thick cock as she did, meaning this was far from her first time fellating this felon. She began bobbing her head back and forth, moaning softly, further adding insult to injury. She won't moan for Roderick when he is inside of her, but she will moan just for the squirrel's taste!?

The squirrel placed a hand on the back of her head, only holding her gently, still letting her do all the work.

"God damn... her throat feels amazing." The squirrel groaned. "Though, I guess you wouldn't know." He cast a sideways glance to the prince, smirking as he mocked the prince's inability to receive a deepthroat. "Every time she moans, every time she swallows, it's like her throat is massaging my cock!" He moaned softly, his whole body trembling for a moment. "She's gotten so good with her tongue... I won't last much longer at this rate."

After several more moments, she pulled her head away, intuiting the squirrel's orgasm just from the way his cock twitched. She began stroking his cock with her hand, allowing him to ejaculate directly into her open mouth. Roderick flinched as he watched the other male's thick seed shoot into her mouth, then watched her swallow it down without complaint.

Emily smiled up at Marcus, wiping a stray drop of seed away from the side of her mouth. Marcus leaned down, grabbing the stoat by the waist, he hoisted her up and dropped her down on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the gravid female by the ankles, holding her legs apart as he looked back to Roderick.

"Take a close look, this is the only hope you ever have of pleasing a woman." He said, before turning back towards Emily's cunt, diving his face in between her legs.

The moans from Emily were practically screams of pleasure, as she squirmed and trembled under the touch of the squirrel's tongue on her sensitive sex. This went on even longer than the blowjob did, Roderick was not able to see much, save for the back of the squirrel's head and his wife in rapturous ecstasy. There were peaks to her screams and Roderick wondered... were those orgasm's? It occurred to him, he didn't know what a woman's climax sounded like. All he knew is she did it multiple times, before the squirrel finally lifted his head up with a satisfied, smug grin plastered across his muzzle as he gave Roderick a sideways glance.

His cock hard once again, the squirrel crawled up onto the bed beside the princess, laying down on his back with his arms behind his head.

Emily, wordlessly crawled on top of him, straddling his waist she began grinding her pussy against his engorged member. The smile on her face was completely unlike the squirrel's, it wasn't smug or patronizing, she never even cast a glance back to the bound stoat. Her attention was fixed entirely on the squirrel, like he was her entire world.

Roderick had only seen these kinds of expressions on her face once before, on the night of their wedding. Right up until they consummated their marriage, since then that look of love and passion had slowly receded, until their nights of pleasure simply had her looking... bored, in hindsight. At the time Roderick had thought nothing of it, assumed the honeymoon phase had simply ended and they had settled into a new life, into normalcy...

Now it was clear though, he could see it even through his heartbreak, he was a disappointment from the start.

Roderick squeezed his eyes shut, no longer wanting to face this reality, but he couldn't turn off his ears, he heard Emily's deep moans as she lined Marcus' cock up to her depths and sank down onto his fat member.

"Ah! So... big." The princess muttered out.

"Mmm, still not used to it? We've mated how many times? Dozens? Over a hundred?" The squirrel responded.

Roderick winced at that, over a hundred times? Were they fucking nearly every day, right under his nose? Who was this squirrel, that he could evade detection for so long? An unpleasant thought crept in as he wondered how many times Roderick had claimed his bride, only to be having the squirrel's seconds...

"I hope I never get used to it." She moaned back to him, accompanied by soft slapping as she began bouncing in the squirrel's lap.

Against his better judgment, Roderick slowly opened his eyes, peeking at the couple. Emily was quite vigorously bouncing in Marcus' lap, her hands squeezing and teasing her own breasts, fingers playing with her nipples. The squirrel meanwhile was now massaging the princess' swollen belly. It was this moment that Roderick began breathing heavily through his gag, blushing as he realized... he was hard.

"God, you're so sexy like this." The squirrel groaned out. "Once you have the baby, how about we have another, right away?"

Emily's giggles mixed with moans of pleasure. "Can't wait to breed me again? Good, I can't wait to be bred by you again!" She cried out.

The prince winced yet again, as they openly plotted to have even more bastard children, right in front of the stoat.

The squirrel's hand shifted to the princess' hips, without warning he began bucking his hips up into her.

As he slammed into her, Emily began crying out in pleasure, her moans ramping up in intensity until reaching a high pitched crescendo. As she did, the squirrel grunted, slamming up into her one last time, groaning as both of their bodies trembled in a shared climax and he flooded her depths with more seed.

Roderick bit his lower lip as he watched them orgasm, his own body trembling as a new wave of shame washed over him.

Emily slumped off of the squirrel, breathing heavily as she laid on on her back beside him, seed leaking from her nethers.

With them seemingly finally done, Roderick just stared down at the floor, tears in his eyes and anger painted on his face.

He didn't even notice at first, the squirrel slumping off the bed, still nude, flaccid cock swinging between his legs with every step. Even soft, he was several times the stoat's pitiful size. His balls were much bigger as well, at least four times over, ready to produce plenty of virile spunk to pump a fertile female's womb completely full and ensure they are left inseminated.

"Did you get hard from watching all that? I can't even see it from over here." He chuckled as he finished approaching. After a few moments of silence he stooped low and put a finger under the prince's chin, lifting his head up. "You see that over there?" He gestured with his head towards Emily, who has now dozed off with a content smile on her face. "A real man can keep going until his lady is satisfied, not until only he is satisfied."

That one stung, after seeing all that, it was hard for the prince to deny he was a selfish lover.

"So, you get the picture now? How helpless, powerless and unworthy you are? Are you ready to be reasonable? We're offering you a generous deal, a life of luxury as one of the queens consorts and if you start feeling lonely... I know a few brothels in town where the girls might not laugh when you pull down your pants." The squirrel reached out, pulling the gag out of the stoat's mouth. "What do you say?"

Roderick still wanted to spit in his face, to scream and shout more threats. But those threats would be just like he is, impotent. So instead he pathetically mewled. "I accept your terms..."

He was filled with shame, but the squirrel had the right of it from the start. Roderick couldn't even command respect in his own bedchamber for crying out loud! Nobody was going to follow him. At least... not while the squirrel was in the picture. Perhaps there was still a way out of this? Discredit and shame the squirrel, or find a way to remove him quietly, then if nothing else, he would be the only man in Emily's life. He could even earn her and the people's sympathy if he adopted the squirrel's bastards as his wards, then he could prove to them all he was capable of producing an heir, he just needed more time...

But these were probably just delusions, ways to kid himself like he still had some semblance of control or self-worth.

After he acquiesced, the squirrel grinned. "By the way, when Emily unties you, you might want to clean yourself up." He said, before slipping back out of the room.

Roderick looked down and blushed, his fur had several small globs of cum on it, a drop of it still leaking from his softening shaft. Still bound to the chair, he could do nothing about it and was left with nothing but his own thoughts and sight of his sleeping, satisfied wife. Frustrated, the stoat wanted to scream, but the thought of someone finding him like this was far too embarassing, so instead he just continued to sit there in silent defeat, waiting until Emily would wake and untie him... hopefully before anyone notices them missing at the banquet.