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Alexander Marth Richard of Pereth, third of His name, Duke of Maxon, Baron of Ract, King of Erdland, His Majesty the Emperor was by accolade and domain the most powerful man in the world. He had descended from the longest continuous dynasty first established by Raul I, first Erdish King and Emperor. Alexander's Empire, as it stood, stretched like a blanket across the globe. There were lands far off populated with tongues unfamiliar to him that spoke his name with reverence and fear. At his disposal was a navy that snaked the waves with bloated white sails and thundering black cannons. Soldiers were at the ready with their muskets, bayonets glinting in a sun that never set on the Empire they fought and died for without thought.

This was all for possibly the most pathetic excuse of a man.

Alexander III assumed his role as King at a young age. His nickname "The Boy King" carried him into his adulthood when his diminutive height and boyish face remained youthful and effeminate. He was a raccoon with golden blonde hair that fell down his back in a long cascade of curls. The gray and white fur covering his body was kept presentably fluffy and soft, particularly his long ringtail. The great many portraits commissioned of him depicted his stature far more masculine than reality, though they made sure to retain his famously pretty hair.

His dearth of physical might could be forgiven if not for his lackluster leadership. Alexander had never been a man of action or decision, reserving his talents for poetry and the arts. A lack of initiative was the bane of his uncles and brothers who saw themselves as more proper fits for the throne, and rightfully so. Their guidance was largely ignored in favor of Alexander's mother's. She had paid so much more than her husband had in raising the future Emperor. As he saw it, she was far more worthy of his heed than the rest of his war-hungry kin.

Most significant of her accomplishments as Queen Mother was the arrangement of his marriage to Princess Sarah of Desrosiers. More than just an insurance policy on the bloodline, it solidified an alliance with a former perennial rival in the Kingdom of Moulline. A dauphin and potential King meant strong political ties between the two nations, though it meant breaking the long line of raccoon genealogy. Sarah was a skunk, youngest daughter of the Moulish King, only two months Alexander's junior.

It was no secret how she was her father's favorite princess, making his approval of the marriage all the more significant. Affectionately called "The Jewel of the Palace" by her father, her beauty was refined by a certain charm and dignity that was the delight of family and guests alike. An impressive height for a woman was filled out by athletic curves and contrasting black and white fur. A round face was made all the more expressive by her emerald eyes. With her was a veritable squad of hairdressers who worked to maintain the snowy splendor of her hair, a single lock of which was black.

The marriage was awkward at its early stages. Sarah spoke barely a lick of Erdish. Alexander's Moulish was rudimentary at best, offering only sketched conversations. Whatever the language barrier, they were both eager to learn about each other, communicating with the universal language of love. Sarah mastered Erdish quickly, though she retained that Moulish accent Alexander loved so much. The two of them could be heard giggling at important functions, there being notes passed between them written in Moulish. From their barely being able to communicate with each other to becoming inseparable they had achieved a true love regarded mostly in fantasy.

It was his dedication to her that drew him to search for a more personal servant that would tend to the Queen. Alexander gave the order to find a suitable candidate not just within the massive reserve of workers who attended to the palace, but across the eEmpire. He and Sarah had set a very rigid set of requirements for that person to meet. Whomever was most suitable out of the many hundreds that would come to be inspected would have the honor of seeing to Her Majesty's needs.

Alexander had the finest men in the world to go look for proper candidates. They combed through his territory, digging their noses in every small town and village for someone lucky enough to land in the royal palace. They latched to every lead and hopped on every opportunity, letting nothing squeak past them. With the Emperor's order hanging over their shoulders as heavily as the executioner's ax, the impetus was exigent.

And then they found somebody.

Bruce's aspirations in life were nowhere near the Royal Palace. It was nary a place that ever crossed the hyena's mind, not when his tribe's survival on the arid grasslands concerned him most. He only thought of the Emperor when he saw his profile on the coins that would pass between him and whatever peoples he happened to be trading with at the time. A fleeting knowledge of the Empire was given to him by the occasional brush with tax collectors and foreign merchants, but nothing so concrete that he could even name the man he was expected to provide fealty to.

A rude reminder came in the form of the Emperor's soldiers riding into his camp. They bore no violence but an intent to search and seize a man of certain stature. The men of age were put in line and inspected. Whispers of conscription floated among them. Bruce, a stocky brute whose well-rounded belly sat at his forefront like the spear of a phalanx, did not anticipate recruitment.

Bruce then found himself seated before their commander who told them in a very broken rendition of his tribe's tongue that he would be coming with them for further inspection and judgment. They described it as a great honor. He and his tribe would be rewarded greatly. It was almost too much for the hyena to take in at once. A life with his loved ones was being stripped away from him. Could he trust these soldiers? With potential consequences for refusing, he bid his people goodbye.

He was treated with surprising kindness during his journey to the continent's end. He saw the ocean for the first time and even got to ride on a wood dragon. He found some wonder in the infinite blue that surrounded him, though its persistent swelling had him bent over the railing for much of the trip. They dropped anchor in the Emperor's capitol, a jungle of civilization so clotted that the nomadic hyena could not help but feel overwhelmed.

He found respite from the urban rattle in the Emperor's Palace, a bastion of luxury and decadence he had only heard descriptions of. Amidst bannered halls and elaborate rugs he felt as though the coarse savannah he had lived his entire life in didn't exist anymore. He no longer relied on the skill of he and his comrades' foraging skills for meals but whether the palace's small army of servants would bring it to him on time. Whatever appreciation he had for their catering was hampered by his fears that it would make him weak.

But he was not so proud to refuse their hospitality, not even when he was plucked and groomed free of all imperfections within a ring of servants armed to the teeth with brushes and clippers. The rougher edges of his burly physique were trimmed into something softer and more proper. His greasy mop of blonde hair was cut down into a more refined crop. His claws were clipped and the callouses scraped from his paw pads. Once the towels were finished swiping across his body and the fur had been brushed he could actually pass on as a civilized person.

Now that he could, it was time to meet the King and Queen.

Both men met the occasion with severe anticipation. Since his arrival to the palace, and by large the city, Bruce had been continuously exposed to the Emperor's face and mention. Such a universally renowned chieftain had to have been a powerful warrior and a keen diplomat. Disrespect towards him or his flag, no matter how slight, was sure to result in swift execution.

Alexander, far from the warrior poet Bruce envisioned him as, suffered similar expectations of the coming visitor. His trepidations towards the hyena began when he first learned of his species. A hyena? The expert men he had paid so handsomely chose, out of an entire empire of able-bodied men, a hyena? Someone was going to lose their head. Brutish scavengers prone to deceit and thievery had no place in the palace, let alone the King and Queen's personal servitude, an employment reserved for only the most trusted of the most trusted. Alexander could see the brute in his head: a blackened snout split by sagging jowls whose threads of slobber would sink to the floor beneath him. Paws the size of dinner plates would sport claws like daggers. He would lay eyes on the Queen and let instincts fly, violating Sarah before he or his guards could react.

The director of the task force to find a suitable servant assured him that Bruce was nothing of the sort, and yet Alexander paced the Royal Bedchamber incessantly. Head turned down, knuckle bent in front of his mouth, tapping his lip, he would turn one way down the rug and think for a moment. His blue eyes were unseeing, that primeval beast he'd conjured in his head absorbing all focus. The moment of paranoia would pass and Alexander turned around, resuming a nervous tap of his knuckle on his lip as he would make another trot down the length of the rug. Inevitably his imagination would betray him again, and the King would come to a stop.

Sarah watched him from the couch. The anxiety rubbed off on her, keeping her knees together with her paws atop them. The silken gold dress she wore shimmered with her every minute movement. Between her and the backrest of the couch her enormous skunk tail was lifted like a fan, curled into a fluffy S shape. Her eyes would track in one direction as Alexander paced, then hover the other way as he repeated his journey across the rug. In over a decade of marriage she hadn't seen him so fidgety, not even when his Empire had been in crisis.

"You know you shouldn't fret so harshly," she reminded him in her soft Moulish accent. "It does neither you nor I any good."

Alexander cut his eye at her. He lowered his finger from his lip and sighed. "I know, and yet I find it impossible not to." His voice was as delicate as hers. Anything louder than a scream seemed impossible given his meek timbre and shallow chest. "A part of me thinks I should have asked to see him before bringing him here."

"If it would make you less ornery, I think you should."

The King's unease was apparent even in his laughter. "I fear we're far too along for that. My men have toiled to bring this man here for us. I trust their judgment." He gave her a hopeful look. "I pray you do too."

"If you trust them, then so do I."

Alexander shook his head and looked down at the rug. He brought his paw back towards his mouth, but was able to hold it back at the last. "Then I hope my trust is well placed."

Sarah stood up from the couch and quelled him with a paw on his wrist. "Have any of these men ever betrayed you?"

He looked off into the distance, digging through his memory. "No."

"Then I think you can trust them. If it ever happens that we cannot, then it is they who will be worse off for it." Then she puckered her lips and kissed his temple.

He smiled and held her paw. "You're right." He looked towards the doors. "I suppose we will find out soon."

Bruce was marching towards the bedchamber, led by a squad of guards whose armor clattered as they marched behind him. They wielded their halberds above their helmets, sharpened edges aimed forwards, capable with weight alone to cleave Bruce's head and neck to the shoulder. With his back towards them, he was forced to bear their malingering presence without acknowledgement lest he suffer reprimand or worse. His simple brown tunic felt heavy and tight around his neck. How men were expected to wear such awful garments was an affront to decency. He could find some comfort in the fact nobody from his tribe could see him now.

He and his escort made it to the bedchamber doors, a pair of mahogany monoliths eloquently carved with the Royal Crest. He'd grown intimately familiar with the image over the past week, but knowing what lay just beyond these two in particular caused him to gulp and lick his lips.

The Royal Couple's friendly romance was shattered by the sound of knocking on the chamber door. Boom-boom-boom. Three strikes. The newcomer was ready. Alexander turned towards the door with a deep inhale. "Alright. Here we go." A long sigh blew out of him.

Sarah put on only a slightly better show of stoicism, though she could not deny the rapid thump of her heart. This would be her and Alexander's first look at the servant, as was requested. In truth, her imagination had gone just as wild as her husband's. A savage from the savannah whose tongue jabbered and clicked. He'll put his paws on me and tear me apart. It was her duty to keep Alexander calm that helped her stay reserved, though now that the beast was knocking at her door she found herself holding Alexander's paw tightly.

Alexander cleared his throat. "We are ready!" he hollered.

The double doors came open with a metallic croak. In stepped Bruce, the stocky fish out of water who exuded the same anxieties as his hosts. The bed chambers were expansive like every other room in the palace, it seemed. At first he did not see the King or Queen. Attention was on the many dressers and trinkets which sat atop them. His eyes scanned through the decadence until he saw His and Her Majesties standing in the middle of the room, holding paws, completely still like a pair of statues.

Sarah matched her depictions on paintings. The Emperor could not claim the same. His boyish stature did not come close to the tall, strapping example of authority Bruce had seen in portraits and statues. His face looked much younger than his 30 years. With the Queen's paw in his grasp he looked like a son being guided by his mother across the street. A brief double-check throughout the chambers confirmed that no other man was in there and that the effeminate raccoon standing next to the skunk was, in fact, the most powerful man in the world.

The doors shut behind him with a great thooooom. The King and Queen stayed where they were, staring at their newcomer like he was some important speaker ready to deliver an address. Nothing of the sort came, not when he was expected to speak only when spoken to. For a dreadfully extended moment the trio simply looked at each other, raking the atmosphere with awkwardness and making Bruce feel the most out of place since his arrival at the palace.

Sarah loathed the silence. She squeezed Alexander's paw, startling him.

"Oh! Yes." He put his fist in front of his mouth and cleared his throat. "Ahem. Helloooo theeeeere," he said in loooooong, drawn out syllables so that the savage might understand. "I am King Al-ex-ander." He gestured to his wife. "This is my Queen, Sar-ah." Sarah gave a tiny wave. "We have in-vited you here to be ou-r ser-vant. You will work for us and do as we say. Do you un-der-stand?"

A mildly frowning Bruce nodded along with each word as Alexander presented them. The syllable would drop, and so would Bruce's head before slowly coming back up in anticipation of the next word. Once Alexander was finished the hyena finally spoke.

"Yes, your majesty. I understand." Perfect Erdish. Hardly any accent.

Alexander blinked. "You speak Erdish?"

Bruce nodded. "Yes, my Liege. I've traded with merchants from across your Empire my entire life."

The King had never felt stupider. "I see. That makes things easier, I suppose." He looked at Sarah to share an awkward snicker with her.

She wasn't paying attention to him. She scrutinized Bruce intensely, drowning out everything around her that wasn't his brutish form. The stocky breadth of his hips and thighs were unlike anything she'd seen on an Erdish man. His brown tunic hugged the shape of his muscle gut and the jutted pecs above them. The muzzle of his face was grizzled and brown, but the bright blue eyes atop it shined as brightly as his neatly cut blonde hair. He had paws like mitts and arms like howitzers. Alexander's men had found the right men indeed.

The approval was mutual. Bruce had seen her visage in portraits, though no matter how detailed the two dimensional oils were they could not hope to perfectly depict the bonafide Queen. Her height was not provided just by her diminutive husband but a nicely stretched stature possibly as tall as Bruce's. The golden dress was strict to her ample curvature, the hips of which demanded most of his attention. There was her face, the cunning intelligence of which had him hypnotized. Her irises were stunningly green and her bushy skunk tail was enormous. Erdish modesty meant he would have to resort to his imagination to see her nudity, though what he already saw was more than enough to please him. Perhaps serving these two won't be as bad as I thought.

"Darling?"

Alexander's voice ripped them both from their trances. Sarah blinked at her husband. He was latched to her paw and she'd forgotten he was there. Bruce snapped his gaze away, reminding himself that any misstep would cost him his life.

"What?" Sarah asked, slightly surprised.

"I said it will be easier for us since he speaks Erdish."

"Oh! Yes. Yes it will." She looked back at the hyena and flashed him a stupid grin which Bruce returned.

Alexander was privy to how strained the room had become, something he felt keenly. "What is your name, travelor?"

Bruce erased his smile to address the King. "My name is Bruce, Your Majesty."

"Bruce," Alexander repeated. He expected an impossibly complex name with foreign vowels impossible to pronounce with his Erdish tongue. "That's a nice name."

"Thank you, sir."

"Has anyone told you how you'll be serving us?" Sarah asked.

"I was told I would be personal servants to the King and Queen, that I would be serving any of your whims whenever and wherever asked."

"Nothing more specific than that?" asked Alexander.

Bruce shook his head. "No, my Liege." He expected nothing more than being a butler, serving food and preparing clothes. That seemed less likely to him since he had been introduced to the regiment of men and women who kept the palace running properly. Further doubts came when the King and Queen shared a strange look with each other.

Alexander leaned towards Sarah and whispered. "Do you want to tell him?"

She put her lips to his ears and whispered back, "I think you should. He's here on your accord."

He was afraid she would say that. He nodded grimly and looked towards an uncertain Bruce. "Come join us on the furniture, Bruce. Get comfortable." He and Sarah let their paws go and sat on the couch. Bruce approached cautiously, still doting on his every action. He came to sit in one of the chairs opposite the Royal couple, unsure if the elaborately carved mahogany could hold him. His paws sat in his lap; putting them anywhere else felt inappropriate. Again he waited for the King to speak, and again it took longer than it should've.

Alexander's paw was on Sarah's knee, whether to support her or himself he did not know. Added confidence came when she laid her paw on it and squeezed it. Alright. No more dillying. "Bruce, you've come a long way here. We wouldn't have plucked you from your home so egregiously if we did not want you to do something... very important for us."

Bruce nodded. "I had thought so, my King."

"Yes, but..." Alexander fidgeted his fingers. "That does not make the task ahead of you any easier for us to ask of you."

Bruce remained stoic, though that knot of anxiety within his gut tightened. "Whatever it is, I hope I can handle it."

The King and Queen looked at each other again, then shared a giggle. "Oh, I'm certain you can," said Sarah while her gaze fell on his body again.

"Aye. My men chose you out of my Empire thanks to a very rigid set of guidelines, and I think they did a stellar job of it."

"I think so too," said Sarah.

It was hard to miss the way she was looking at him. He felt more relaxed looking back at her. That fluffy tail that towered behind her twitched slightly, a good sign, perhaps. "Thank you, Your Majesties, but if I may, I am..." He fished for the word in Erdish. "Confused."

"What confuses you?" Alexander asked.

"Well, again, if I may-"

"You don't have to ask that," Sarah cut in.

"Yes," added Alexander. "Speak as you please."

That was a tremendous weight off Bruce's chest. "Alright. Um... I was wondering exactly what these guidelines were that made your men choose me. They said it was a great honor, this position, and while I am very humbled to have taken it, I still don't know what it is that makes me suited for it. Your soldiers are very lean. I am heavy and stout. Your many servants are clean and civilized. I am but a nomad used to the plains and travel, not the soft beds you have me lie in. Yes, I have come far, which is why I wonder how you could not have found a man here in this land instead."

Apparently that was difficult to explain, as more quiet fell upon them. Bruce thought he would never get an answer by the time the King spoke. "As a King, I have many duties to perform, mostly to my empire but also to my Queen." He squeezed her knee, and the couple smiled at each other. "I try my best, as God and my people require of me, but I cannot be perfect. In some areas I am proficient. In others..." A long pause. "I am not."

"He does not rule the Empire on his own," Sarah went on. "He needs a great many men to make it function. Though he is the most important piece, he is not the only one. He is, however, the only piece in his duties towards me."

"Yes, and I've recently come to acknowledge my shortcomings in that regard. I cannot do it well enough on my own, which is why we've recruited you, Bruce."

Bruce understood every word perfectly, and yet it still hadn't clicked. His eyes would snap between each speaker as he drew in every bit of information and still failed to put together what was being asked of him. "So... I will be helping you... with the Queen? How?"

"Bruce," Alexander said. "I want you to lay with Sarah and please her."

If Bruce had been on the edge of the understanding, he was finally over it, though it hit him over the head like a sledgehammer. His eyes went round and his blood ran cold. He looked between his two hosts, suddenly terrified that he was in a spot he really shouldn't have been. "So... You're asking me to... make love to the Queen?"

It was an odd relief to hear him say that for Alexander. Finally he gets it. "Aye." He looked down into his lap and rubbed the bottom flaps of his tunic, right above his lap. "I am supposed to be the paragon of masculinity, a symbol for men across my Empire, and yet God has denied me the tools for performing as such. I am small, bereft of muscle..." He gulped. "And other such necessities."

Sarah rubbed his upper arm soothingly. "It is not his fault. He puts a valiant effort in with what he is given, but I fear for what God has given him in an improper endowment, he has also given me an appetite for much, much more."

"I cannot bless her with the physical delight she so crucially deserves," Alexander said, looking back up at Bruce. "It is a painful truth for me to bear, but to ignore it would be a crime. I decided- we decided -that finding a more capable candidate for pleasing her was necessary."

Bruce's heart was still hammering away in his chest. Oddly enough, it would have been less stressful for him if they asked him to be a living footstool. Being in front of the most powerful man on the planet and his wife was one thing, but being asked to fuck her was something else entirely, far too good to be true. He begged and begged his ancestors and the Creator Spirits that this was not some trick.

"I see. I... I would be honored to perform such a duty for you both." He saw their faces light up, Sarah's more seriously.

"You would?" asked Alexander, practically in a fervor.

Bruce nodded once. "I would."

The couple shared a shocked look, then broke into an utterly childish fit of giggles and bounces. Alexander actually stomped his feet on the rug while biting back his glee with a wrist over his mouth. Sarah was covering hers with her paw. Her face had gone red. She suddenly found it hard to look at the hyena. When she did she saw him smiling coyly at her, adding heat to her face.

Alexander composed himself more quickly. He ran his paws down his slacks, pulling on it energetically. "Oh, that's wonderful news! I can hardly contain myself because of it."

Bruce thought he was dreaming. "Neither can I," he said with a nervous chuckle. "When should this begin?"

Alexander's smile softened. "Well, we were hoping now."

"Now?"

"Aye, unless..." Alexander looked at Sarah. "Unless you would rather wait."

"No," she said quickly, taking both men by surprise. "I mean, he's come all this way. Why make anyone wait any longer?" She realized how hard her heart was beating. The paw in her lap was balled into a tight fist.

"Wonderful," Alexander said. He did not go to Bruce for any affirmation, correctly assuming that he wanted to anyway. Even if he hadn't, it wasn't his choice to make. Alexander stood up from the couch with Sarah and gestured Bruce over. "C'mere, lad. Let's have a better look at you."

The rabid interest in Sarah's eyes said she wanted to do the same. Bruce smiled at them. "Alright, then." He rose from the chair to meet them at the center of the rug. He recalled how intimidated he had been by their presence. Now he stood before them with his chest thrusted, liking how much he outsized the King and how the Queen admired him up close. Her gaze was firmly on his nethers. No doubt her curiosity burned fiercely.

In her head she was telling herself not to stoke her hopes. The rest of him fit the criteria swimmingly. What remained to be seen needn't be as impressive. Both Alexander and her had heard the rumors regarding folk of the savannah. Maybe it was no coincidence that the man that had been chosen reigned from there. Both husband and wife (especially the wife) were itching to find out.

"Alright, Bruce," said Alexander. "Let's see the rest of you now. Remove your clothes."

A smirk on the hyena's face. "As you wish, Your Majesty." He pulled the string around his tunic, untying the knot and letting it sag. He pinched the collar and pulled it over his head, and then he was nude.

Sarah and Alexander were looking at the same place, as Bruce expected. What he really got a kick out of was the simultaneous broadening of their eyes. An involuntary inhale made Sarah's chest lift. Alexander's entire face sagged with a frown. Yes, Bruce had indeed met the last requirement and then some. It hung from him heavily, that limp pole swaddled in ebony black skin. Casting thin shadows against such a lengthy shaft was a highway system of rigid veins which webbed every way from the root to his tip. The foreskin had been cut, leaving a fat hammerhead the size of a golf ball exposed. Appropriately massive were his balls, two plums settled neatly within a dark brown hammock covered in hazel fuzz. Crowning it all was a recently trimmed bush of crotch furs, their relative absence leaving his giant cock to look all the more immense.

Just watching the Royal couple react to his member was reward enough for his journeys. In Sarah's eyes he saw the purest wonder fueled by lust. That magnificent tail of hers shuddered behind her while her thighs clenched together. Alexander was petrified beside her, leaning away from that barbaric tool ever so slightly. His own pecker quivered within his pants, threatened by such a dominating superior.

"W-well..." stammered the King at last. "That's... certainly something."

"It is," said the Queen in an airy tone. She gawked unabashedly.

"You humble me," said Bruce whose ego, while still reserved, had skyrocketed. "I had no say in the matter. I wield what the Creator Spirits have blessed me with."

"Blessed you indeed," said Sarah. It's not real, she reasoned. This has to be some trick of the eye or an attachment. A man's cock cannot be that size, nor that color. Without any hesitation she reached out and cupped her paw around that monster. Bruce jolted, though he thoroughly enjoyed it. Her paw pads were wonderfully soft, as he assumed the rest of her was. He would soon find out. Sarah brushed her paw along the underside of his dick, down to his circumcision scar and then back up to the tight gap between his shaft and those burdensome balls. It was hot, leathery, thrumming with life. Squeezing made her feel its turgid texture and many facets. She ran her thumb over the many veins. Pumping her hand made the skin accordion into new sets of wrinkles. Her face grew hot while an ecstatic grin came across it. Oh yes, it was very real.

Alexander watched silently as a great many emotions waged war in his heart. There was the natural envy of seeing his beloved fondle another man's pole. She did so zealously, eyes not leaving that spot. Had she ever given him that kind of attention? Surely she wanted to, but he did not have half of what Bruce had to make that possible. He wished terribly that it was his cock, not Bruce's, but alas.

Alongside such intense jealousy was the fiercest arousal he'd ever been through. Once his peen had better adjusted to Bruce's presence it managed to get hard, forming a small tent against his britches. One paw subconsciously pulled at the fabric to give it room, even though he knew his shame would be exposed shortly. Eyes locked on Bruce's pillar made him imagine it going into Sarah, a thought that made him queasy. He didn't know how he would react when the time came. He would find out soon enough.

Bruce migrated his attention to the King who was still watching meekly. "To your liking, Your Majesty?"

Alexander nearly jumped out of his skin. "What was that?"

"I asked if this was to your liking. I can tell the Queen approves." He smiled at her. She smiled too and looked away bashfully.

"Ah..." Alexander cleared his throat. "Yes. That will do... perfectly, I would think." He dared to ask Sarah. "You concur, my lady?"

"Yes," she said simply. "I most certainly do."

"Won't the Queen shed her dress and show us her natural beauty?" Bruce asked.

The couple gave him a surprised look. "What?" Alexander asked.

"I think if the Queen has taken such a liking to my nudity, then she would share hers for us to enjoy as well."

Such insolence would have earned a beheading. Alexander opened his mouth to say that was for her to decide, but Sarah did it for him. "Yes, that sounds like a capital idea~" She let go of Bruce's dick, letting it slump down only slightly harder than how she had found it. "Husband," she said.

"Yes?" said Alexander.

"Untie my dress." She spoke to him like he was a servant. For as long as they shared a bedroom with Bruce, he would be.

The King shuddered. "Y-yes, my Queen." He hustled over behind her where the top of the dress was tied. He undid the knot and let the strings go slack. The dress split down the back into a large V shape, leaving a wedge of her white fur-blanketed shoulder blades to be exposed. He pulled the shoulders down slowly so she could pull her arms from the sleeves. From there the dress slid down her swerving trunk slowly.

She did not give an iota of a thought to her husband. She stayed locked on with the stud in front of her, enjoying the way his bright blue eyes came down with the gradual descent of her dress. The bust uncovered her breasts, two plump hemispheres of charcoal that stared back at him with startlingly pink nipples. Out came her midriff, then the terrific swell that was her hips and ass. Bruce had thought he'd been given a good idea of their breadth when he first laid eyes on her. Now he was pleased to be corrected when confronted with the girth of her backside.

Alexander was still behind her. He fell into a crouch, face-to-face with those bulbous black haunches he adored so much. The thighs pouring down from them were like trunks of oak, the powerful muscle at their cores defining an exquisite curvature. He peered around those thick legs once her dress was on the floor. There was the hyena ogling his wife, drinking in her beauty by the gallon, something Alexander was only supposed to do. Oh how quickly things had changed.

Sarah stepped out of her dress. Athletically thick legs carried her over to Bruce so that they were within breathing distance. The apex of her bosom hovered within inches of his. Heat billowing from her moistening womanhood wafted across the gap and up into his nose. His mutual arousal simmered in the wake of such excitement, pushing that colossal column of meat towards an erection.

They were almost equal in height, with barely any visible angle to Sarah's gaze as she looked at him. Instead it fell to his penis again, as it would from now on in a habitual manner. "Quite the man," she said. "I've never seen anything like it, though I've only seen my husband's. Are all your kind this big?"

Bruce chuckled. "As big as me? Maybe not, though forgive me if I think my people outsize yours on the whole."

"Nothing to forgive. I think I agree."

Alexander stood nearby, fidgeting his claws in front of his chest. The urge to join their nudity was intense, though it seemed appropriate to do so whenever Sarah would prompt him. That still hadn't happened, and it didn't seem like it would. He quietly slipped his shoes off and began untying his tunic.

Sarah laid her paw on Bruce's gut. Though it jutted out of him in a serious paunch, it was now doubt layered with heavy, capable muscle. More could be found in those pecs of his, the valley between which she journeyed her fingers. Scratchy chest hairs tickled her palm. Just touching him made her entire arm buzz with excitement.

She thrusted her chest out at him. "Won't you touch me as well?"

The hyena smirked. "I plan to."

Out came one of his giant paws, but not for her chest. It hooked around her lower back and pulled her into him. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself bend and then collide with his brick wall of a body. That tremendous belly pressed into her tummy while her breasts flattened on his chest. His cock was against the inside of one thigh, radiating its heat just inches away from her quim. Both his arms went around her back, holding her in place so that he could mush his snout into hers.

Her eyes bugged even further as a squeak was cut off by the chomp of his lips. Her arms were out by her sides, shaking at first in a build up to pushing him off. Then she relaxed. Her eyes rolled into her skull, and she closed her arms around him to feel the epic shield of stone that was his upper back. As their lips locked she realized how gentle he could be. He did not bite. He did not latch. He did not palm the back of her head and devour her face like half of a melon. Now that she was in his grasp she did not feel fear and anticipation but safety and excitement. The fur of her tail flourished, jittering into a pavonine fluff.

There came the sounds of lips smacking as the two lovers kissed. Their bodies were pressed into each other, spotted hazel on white-striped onyx, burly bronze on soft floof. Then there was Alexander, on the sidelines, holding his tunic after being frozen in place. He was naked to the waist, left in only his pants which hugged the shape of his raging erection. With Sarah's body so firmly against Bruce's he could not see the hyena's penis, but the knowledge that it was at the gate of his wife's cunt was enough to keep the King stuck where he was, forced to watch.

Sarah didn't notice him, nor did she care. The deft mesh of Bruce's lips kept her glued to him. Her maw stayed partly open, allowing his coarse paddle of a tongue to slither and impress itself on hers. She could get drunk on the hot, musty taste of his breath. Most exhilarating was how his paws ventured down her back, finally grabbing two fistfuls of her ass. She jolted slightly, then relaxed. Her hips jutted into his manly grasp as her tail continued to quiver.

The kiss broke off for a moment so that she could breathe. "God..." she huffed. "I feel like I am on fire."

"Mmmm," Bruce purred. "I can tell as much. Is your flower as wet as I hope it is?" One paw left her buttock to creep around her frontside and slither it between her thighs. The graze of his index finger made her squirm and whimper. Burning hot girlflesh crumpled around his touch, letting out a quiet skwish. "Oooh, you are. We should do something about that." He looked over at Alexander. "Shouldn't we, my Liege?"

The King balked at being spoken to. It had felt like an eternity since either Bruce or Sarah had even acknowledged his existence. He had to gulp away the terrible dryness that had beset his throat, and yet his voice remained cracked and humble. "Aye... I think we should."

Sarah was reminded of her husband's existence. Looking down at the tent in his britches she saw how excited he had become. "Oh, darling. Don't hold yourself back on account of us. Why don't you join us?"

"Yes," said Bruce. "I want to see the King in all his majesty."

Alexander gulped and forced a nervous smile. His willy shivered in his britches. "Al-alright." He came closer, into the cloud of sexual funk that billowed from them both. He could barely parse which smells were Sarah's and which were Bruce's, though the soon-to-be-familiar musk of such a heavy package niggled in his nose the most succinctly. Looking into the gap between the two lovers' thighs he saw that hyperbolic pole, still working to get hard, angling itself up towards Sarah's feminism. Equal parts of him couldn't wait to see it hard and dreaded what that might look like.

Sarah's teasing him didn't help. "If you're going to join the party you'll have to rid yourself of any garments," she told him.

Alexander figured as much. "Of course, my Queen." Just moving his paws to the waist of his pants was a colossal effort. The coming humiliation held his throat, ready to squeeze harder the moment his shame was free. Still, he kept pushing his pants down, desperate to be a part of the debauchery and urged by the two sets of eyes watching him closely.

The pants fell below his pelvis, and he let go of them so that they fell down his legs around his ankles. It was Bruce's turn to express shock. Sarah simply smiled. Sprouting out of Alexander with every bit of effort it could muster was his cock. The bright pink skin stood out amongst the soft gray frame of his crotch and the bitty orbs which hung from the root. What Bruce presented in overwhelming masculinity, Alexander demonstrated in pitiful shortcoming. That rosy pink prick aimed at his counterparts like an outcast begging entry into a club of higher status.

Bruce couldn't believe what he was seeing. He blinked a few times to confirm it. The image didn't change. "Well, that's..." He had to choose his words carefully. "That's certainly a challenge to work with."

Sarah giggled. "Like I said, he tries his best, but you can only expect so much with so little."

Alexander's face was ablaze. His penis felt like shriveling back inside him to wait out the humiliation, but he was far too excited. Instead it performed a tiny flex and bounce which produced the first drop of precum. "I... I try..." stammered the King.

"You certainly do," said Sarah. "Which is why it's a good thing we've got Bruce to help us now, isn't it?" She peeled off the hyena to show off his dick, now midway to being totally hard. It drooped ahead of him at a diagonal slant. Sarah turned him towards Alexander slightly so that her shoulders were at an obtuse angle with him. Her paw cradled his penis and began stroking it. "Come closer, darling. Let's have ourselves a better comparison, shall we?"

Alexander eyed that massive phallus warily. The way Sarah stroked it made it wag as if mocking his ill-endowment. Bruce just cocked an eyebrow at the King as if to ask Well? You heard the woman. Alexander's tiny cock seemed more willing to close the gap than he was as it jutted straight ahead in all its adorable valor. With his paws fidgeting in front of his chest and his ring tail slumped to the floor behind him, Alexander approached until he was within Sarah's reach.

"That's my darling," she purred. One of her arms came out and hooked around his lower back, pulling him into her shoulder. The two men's cocks leered within inches of one another, held apart by the buxom skunkette between them. They had her sandwiched, albeit with very lopsided slices of bread. One was dense and hearty, the other flimsy and trembling. She cradled her husband's pudgy purse with just the tips of her two fingers, lifting up the whole package and then letting it fall. The way her husband trembled in one paw while Bruce hardened in the other set her cunny ablaze. She smiled at the comparison going on in front of her hips. "Quite the difference, isn't there?"

Alexander thought he was going to melt where he stood. The fondle of Sarah's fingers turned his balls heavy. His toes curled against the stone floor while his bushy coon tail writhed like a snake. A terrible shade of red had befallen his cheeks, reflecting their horrid temperature.

"I'll say..." he mumbled.

"Pardon me if there isn't much of a comparison at all," Bruce said. "Don't let it bother you terribly, Your Majesty. I'll make up for lost time."

Alexander saw how close Bruce's pole was to Sarah's chalice. The thought of it going inside... "Th-thank you... Bruce..."

"I can hardly wait~" said Sarah. "Although I would like you to have been hard by now. Not to be impatient, but won't this thing show us its full growth?"

Bruce gave a regretful smile. "Forgive me, my Queen, but it's quite the weight to lift. I promise to reward your patience. But if someone would lend me their mouth, I would be there much sooner."

A happy coo from the Queen. "Ooh, that sounds like a wonderful idea." She looked at Alexander. "Alexander, darling, won't you help Bruce get hard?"

Both men were surprised. The shock on Alexander's face was the most evident. "I... Oh... You mean I should... Wait..."

"It isn't hard, my love," she went on. "Just give his cock a few loving kisses and work your paw on him. That will get us where we need to be, won't it?" she asked, turning to Bruce.

He was referring to the Queen's mouth when he had made the suggestion, and yet this seemed much better. "Why, I think it will. What do you say, Your Highness?"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, it didn't seem the King had much say in the matter. He looked down at that massive meat pillar which hung from the hyena, causing his own pizzle to shiver again. A queasy smile came across his face. "Yes... I think I can do that."

Sarah patted his tummy. "Aww, that's a good boy."

Hearing that sent a swarm of butterflies into his gut. With a heavy gulp he made the slow descent to his knees. Bruce and Sarah watched while he came eye-level with their pelvises, that monument to sex aimed at Alexander's face in Sarah's grasp. It was still hung semi-limply, unable to stand out on its own power. With his knees pressed into the cold stone floor he was introduced to the cloud of man vapor that wafted off Bruce's meat. It drilled into his senses with each whiff, making his nostrils twitch automatically. So thick, so earthy, it made his every muscle shiver. The many tiny details that defined Bruce's cock were on stark display: the discolored circumcision scar, the deep slit that sat in the summit, the wiry hairs that sprouted from his brown sack skin. It was like staring down the barrel of a cannon, one his beloved wife happened to be aiming at him. He looked up to see them both smiling down at him expectantly. His gaze fell on that pecker again. A deep breath came through his maw before he puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Hot dick flesh met soft mouth. The Emperor kissed.

The sound of that smooch, just a single wet smack, sent ripples of satisfaction through the Queen. She saw his lips close around the cock tip then implode with the suction. She bit her lip and resumed stroking Bruce. "That's it. That's my little sissy King. Use your paws." The King obediently reached up with both paws. She let go so that he could assume control. More kisses landed on the hyena's penis. His dual-grip was firm but polite, desperate for the haughty man flesh within it to grow hard and fuck his wife.

Bruce showed his appreciation with a deep inhale. Pleasure shimmered down his shaft and into his balls. Yes, the King's mouth would work spectacularly, but he wasn't anywhere near done with the Queen. They were only just beginning. One massive hand palmed the back of her head, catching her off guard. Her face was smashed into his, mouth to mouth, forming a sloppy, nose-crinkling kiss.

Though he took her by surprise, she wasn't going to resist. She melted in his grasp, pressing her body into his side so that one breast was flattened against the flank of his pectoral. Their "kisses" were more the mashing of maws and tongues, dictated by Bruce's dire need for her body. The arm on the side where she was pasted to him came down to grab itself a pawful of her ass. Those beefy digits sank into the blubbery softness, pulling and groping at it so that the haunch would peel and roll off its twin. His spare paw came to her tit and latched to it forcibly. He kneaded the gossamer flesh, adoring the way her rosy nipple tickled his paw pad.

Alexander opened his eyes and witnessed the claiming of his wife. His lips coddled the head of Bruce's dick, no longer kissing but suckling away gently. From that tiny slit in the tip bled globs of precum, musty and hot, coming with each throb of the hyena's cock muscle. Alexander swallowed it obediently, as he was certain Sarah would ask of him. His comparatively bitty paws were both wrapped around it so that he could feel how hard the hyena was getting. Things were moving along nicely thanks to the King's mouth and the Queen's ample body. Watching the mad way they swapped spit and how firmly Bruce collected her breast in his paw drove Alexander wild. He felt so tiny and yet so aroused. His cock raged in protest. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but kept both paws on Bruce's dick, per instructions.

He had become so distracted by the adultery going on above him that he didn't notice Bruce's dick was rock hard until several moments after it had achieved it. He peeled his maw from Bruce's cock with a tiny thread of spit connecting it to his bottom lip. His boyishly innocent eyes peered up at the two lovers.

"Excuse me, but Bruce is at his hardest, it seemed."

Bruce broke his kiss with Sarah. There was a loud MWOP sound as their suctioned lips came apart, letting fly several columns of saliva that wreathed their mouths. Sarah's head swooned backwards with a gasp. Her eyes still closed, forcing them to come open with a fluttered look of shock. She hardly knew where she was, she was so goddamn horny.

Bruce smiled down at the King. "So I am. My most humble appreciation, my Liege. You can let go of it now." Alexander did so reluctantly. It wowed him to see Bruce's giant pillar standing out ahead of him under its own power. He'd thought it was big when hung. Now it demanded the presence of a towering obelisk.

Sarah came out of her stupor and looked at that giant erection. "Oh my. Look at that~" Her paw came around it again. "Hard like steel. I was afraid you couldn't do it."

Bruce's paw began caressing her angelically white hair. "I wouldn't dare stay soft in the presence of you, Your Beauty." He smirked down at Alexander. "Nor you, Your Highness."

"Well, now that we have things in order, why don't we put it in motion?" She put a paw on Alexander's shoulder and gently pushed him so that he would move. Once he was out of way she came in front of Bruce, his rod bridging the gap between them. With both her paws holding it by the fingertips she guided him into the sweet, soft trench that was her inner thighs. His helmet met the intersection between her moist cunny and two legs. With the long-awaited union of their sexes came a tiny skwish and a joyous sigh from the Queen. "Ohhh, yes~"

Bruce held her by the hips and carefully pushed himself further so that his cock would glide into her thighs' embrace. It was the most delicately wonderful thing he had ever felt. Combined with the rabid heat of her cunt splayed against the top side of his penis he thought he could fuck her to completion just like this. Of course, that wouldn't be fair to the Royal couple who sought him to make her cum, not himself.

Alexander witnessed the disappearance of Bruce's member into Sarah's thighs once their hips had met. It formed a brick of envious delight in his tummy, the weight of which also came down on his loins and made his penis throb. Sarah shivered, and the two lovers began making out again, more calmly this time. Bruce pulled his hips back to reveal a black pole glazed in juices along the topside. Alexander could not believe it had come from his wife until he leaned over to see her cunt petals splayed apart on Bruce's shaft, glistening with a heavy sheen of her arousal.

"Oh heavens," whispered Alexander. "Exquisite..."

Sarah purred. "Mmmmm, isn't it? Ohhh... It certainly feels that way." She kept a gentle hold on Bruce's cock as he began slowly humping it in and out of her thighs. Those delicate pussy lips bled their bounty on him, squelching every so quietly alongside the smacking noises her kisses with Bruce made.

Alexander got close enough to feel the heat on his snout. His jaw was hung, breathing in that reproductive steam and saturating his lungs with it. His mind was caught in a fog. The knife of jealousy was dulled on the rock of seeing such a majestic pillar rub itself on his Queen's flower. "God, I can only pray that it feels as good as it looks..."

Sarah chuckled. "And I can only pray that it looks half as good as it feels." Her and Bruce shared some more kisses. "Ahh... My body yearns for you to be inside me..."

"I can be, if the Queen so desires," Bruce said.

"Mmmm, shortly. Let the need grow hotter before we act upon it."

She was already boiling between her thighs, almost melting Bruce's cock. Drips of her feminine product slipped off his meat and trickled down the inside of her thighs. His own intense arousal made his cock throb and bleed precum. He wasn't complaining though, not so long as he got to hold her chunky ass. "As you wish, Your Beauty."

Alexander wanted even closer, but was held at bay by the slow close of their hips. Sarah's continued soddening of Bruce's cock made his mouth water. He wanted to feel that massive rod against his lips again, to taste his wife's liqueur, but alas. Undeterred, he made a brief journey to Sarah's backside. There he was pleased to see the head of Bruce's cock crowning out of the gap in her thighs, just within the cusp of her colossal black cheeks. It would peek itself from her onyx canyon before retreating and then reappearing. On one return he saw a thickish strand of Bruce's precum ooze from the slit in a glassy drool.

The King did not hesitate. He held onto Sarah's thighs and dove his face in between her bountiful haunches. Bruce's cock slid forward, suddenly finding itself back inside Alexander's lips. His tongue slid forth, lapping away at the great treasure trove of cunny juices Bruce had drawn out for him. The many tastes barraged his mouth, both Sarah's arousal and Bruce's. There was another throb of precum that let itself out on Alexander's tongue. It was gobbled up promptly.

Both Sarah and Bruce jolted at the sudden intrusion. "Whoa! Haha... Someone's hungry," joked Bruce.

Sarah felt the cold nip of his nose against her tailhole. She looked down her back to see his face buried in her ass crack, his curly blonde scalp shimmering beneath the root of her skunk tail. "Hmmm, I bet he is. That's my sweet boy~" Then she went back to ignoring him so that she could kiss her hunky lover.

Bruce kept his hips forward so that his cock head stayed peeking out from Sarah's thighs. Alexander took full advantage, orbiting his tongue around that fat cherry and suckling it whenever there came a bead of precum, something Bruce provided by flexing his mighty floor muscle. With all that euphoric taste came the skunky odor emanating from Sarah's star. He huffed at it greedily, the air sweeping into his nostrils to the sound of angry hisses. Doleful sighs followed, and then he would resume worshiping Bruce's cunt-glazed cock. Again his dicklet implored that he give it some attention, but he didn't dare let go of his wife's wondrous thighs.

Bruce winced in front of Sarah's face. Alexander's fervid work on his penis was really starting to irk him in a good way. It was too bad his seed was strictly reserved for the Queen. He parted mouths with a swooning Sarah and spoke to the King past her shoulder. "Your Majesty," he said calmly but firmly.

Alexander came out of his trance and ripped his face from Sarah's rump. Spit and sex slime coated his lips. "Yes, Bruce?"

"While I greatly appreciate your service to my cock, I fear what you're going after is for the Queen."

Alexander realized his mistake. "Oh... I... Sorry. I must've gotten carried away." He looked back into Sarah's deep canyon where Bruce's peckerhead stared back at him. Her pink pucker, barely visible at the bottom within the shadow of her massive haunches, winked at him saucily as if thanking for the attention. He stood up and noticed how wet his snout had become. He bashfully wiped some of it away with the back of his wrist, but not before sweeping his tongue around his lips.

Sarah whimpered and squirmed against Bruce. "Ohh... I think that's enough warming up. I feel ready to melt into a puddle, I've grown so hot."

"I noticed," said Bruce. "Perhaps it's time we consummated more properly."

"Mmm, that would be appropriate." She looked over her shoulder at Alexander. "Darling, you're more than welcome to meet us on the bed."

The King didn't think he needed permission, but wasn't about to protest. "Of course, my sweet."

Bruce thought it odd that these people fucked where they slept, but he wasn't about to condemn any cultural practices when he was benefiting from them so greatly."The bed, eh? Let's go, then." He fell into a slight squat and grabbed Sarah's midriff, again without warning. Suddenly she was in the air as he hoisted her up with a grunt, landing her on his shoulder with her legs coming down his front and her torso down his back.

"Ooh!" chirped the Queen. She was forced to look down at his brawny buttocks and the floor below. White hair framed her vision as it spilled downwards. She felt his head pressing into the flank of her haunch as he held her there with one buff arm wrapped around her trunk. She giggled. "He's as strong as I expected~"

Alexander was just as surprised. The sight of his Queen's jiggling ass next to Bruce's grinning face was not one he anticipated, but found oddly endearing. Bruce nodded towards the bed. "Come on, Your Majesty. The bed won't feel complete without you." Then he turned around and marched his prize towards the mattress with Sarah hanging down his back. She saw Alexander and gave him a curious smile that asked Do you see what this man is doing to me? He did, and he loved as well as loathed it.

Bruce dropped Sarah over his shoulder onto the bed. She hit the thick, luxurious comforter with a soft whumpf. The scarlet material cratered in around her ass. A streak of white hair had fallen in front of her eyes which she blew away in time to see Bruce mounting the mattress just next to her. The two of them chuckled before Bruce leaned his body over hers, pinned her arms down by the wrists, then began kissing her.

Alexander came over and sat next to them, on Bruce's right. His bitty weiner stood out of his shyly closed lap. He watched as they meshed mouths again. Sarah's legs squirmed this way and that, still struggling with the great heat that had befallen her womanhood. With every other kiss she would gasp or whimper, unable to contain herself for much longer. Neither could Alexander, who finally wrapped his paw around his willy and began stroking it.

As if sensing the infraction, Sarah opened her eyes and peered at him. "Aww, pulling your cock already?" she asked. Bruce migrated his maw to her neck and gnawed at it greedily.

Alexander hung his head shyly. "Yes, darling."

"Mmm, don't finish quite yet. I want Bruce to go first, so wait until he does, alright my love?"

Alexander's paw slowed to a stop. He gulped and laid it beside him where it gripped a fistful of the comforter so that it would not leave that spot. "Of course, my Queen."

Bruce smiled up at him from her neck. "Try to be patient, Your Majesty. I intend to make good work of her before I finish."

Alexander returned a smile, if weakly. "Very good. I'd like to see that."

"Oh, you will." Bruce cupped the underside of Sarah's knee and spread her legs apart. He maneuvered himself so that he was on his knees between them with his paws on the mattress besides Sarah's head. His pole hung from him and laid its tip on her lower tummy. One paw went around the hilt so that he could press it to her quim, demonstrating to both King and Queen how deeply he would drill. That heavy, burning rod sat well past her navel. Just feeling it hang on her pelvis in all its menacing masculinity made her shiver.

"Ohhh..." she sighed. She began stroking his shaft demandingly. "I need you to fuck me so badly. Hahhh..."

"It's coming, Your Beauty." Bruce shot Alexander a smirk. "You've really neglected her, haven't you?"

Hearing the hyena say it out loud for the first time churned the King's stomach into knots. "Aye... I suppose I have."

Bruce chortled softly. "That's alright. I'm here to remedy that."

Then his hips came back, lifting his haughty rump into the air and sliding his cock half way out of Sarah's grasp. She managed to hold on, and once his glans had fallen off the cliff of her crotch she aimed it at her begging cunny. Her head was lifted just to watch him go inside. Alexander was leaned over for a good look of his own. Nobody wanted to miss this.

Bruce brought his hips forward, and their intimates reunited. Her puffy cunt lips caved in around his helmet with a slight squelch. Sarah gasped. Her grip on his pole tightened. He met her insistence with more pressure, finally gaping those soaked petals to the breadth of his cock head and vanishing inside of her. Sarah could not watch anymore as her head came swooning back, mouth agape, a sharp gasp swelling her bosom.

"Ohh! Huhhh... Oh my God..." Her arms hooked around his back and clawed at it.

Bruce could more than handle it. The vice-like grip of her cunt, though only around the head for now, was enough to make his stoicism vanish with a hissing snort. He muttered a curse in his native language. "Mmf... Tight..." He inched his way forward into her cavity, vanishing that black column with every degree his hips came down.

The Queen was gasping and moaning. Her claws raked and pulled at Bruce's back fur. This was unreal. She'd never felt herself gape like this. She never thought she could gape like this. In just that first push into her womanhood she felt the tension of dissatisfaction easing away into a blissful heat that made her muscles melt and quiver. There seemed to be no end to his length; he kept inching inside of her. At last she had him to the balls. His summit kissed the gate of her womb, a depth never dreamed of, let alone achieved by His Majesty.

The King knelt just nearby, tail squirming wildly. The sight of that majestic pillar vanishing into his beloved was both a punch to the gut as well as a tickle to the loins. At once he understood that he never stood a chance, that his measly peen could not hope to make Sarah react the way she was currently. With her every moan and writhe he came closer to the conclusion that her womanhood was no longer his. He'd given it away to a superior man, a fact that made him queasy as well as horny.

Bruce held his position for a few moments with his hips and balls pasted to Sarah's underside. He chewed his bottom lip while savoring the authoritarian hold the woman beneath him had on his pecker. "Hahhh... Is that good, my Queen?" The answer was more than evident with how she acted beneath him. He wanted to hear her say it."

"Ohhhhhhhh..." Sarah whimpered. "It's... Huhhh... Oh God... Ohhhhh... I've never felt anything... So splendid... Huhhhh... Yes... Yes..."

"And I've never had... Nnn... Something quite so wonderful myself. You've got the grip of a goddess."

She was able to laugh. "Hahahhhhh... I think that's your... rather great size... Hahhhhh..."

"Hmm, either way, it brings me great pleasure to see you enjoying it." He cut his eyes at Alexander. "Don't you agree, my Liege?"

Alexander's paw was back on his willy, rubbing it. "God, yes," he huffed. "Give it to her good, Bruce."

Bruce gave a gaudy smile. "Yes sir." Up came his ass, pulling his black missile out of her silo. It was smothered in her juices and the first smears of her cream. He made sure the King saw its grisly condition before he performed the first thrust by arcing his hips down.

The Queen's head rolled on the mattress. Her snowy hair spilled out into a halo around her head. "Huhhh! Ohhh my Gah- Huhhhhh." She slid her paws to Bruce's glutes. Their heavy clenches brought his hips down in a slow, steady beat. His full length would plunge and retract into her squelching portal, bowing the gates out with each pull back and then caving it in with the following thrust. The mash of his hips would squeeze those giant nuts between his flexed butt muscles and her open haunches. They would briefly cover her stretched pucker as it winked and bulged at random. "Ohhh! Ohhh, yes! Yes... Hahhhhh..."

Impressing Alexander more than just Bruce's physical size was the fluidity of his thrusts. For such a beastly fellow he sure could move. The smooth roll of his backside was hypnotic, urging the King to get a better view. He hurried off the bed so that he could stand behind the two lovers and more properly witness their meshing sexes. There was the up and down of Bruce's spotted buttcheeks and the gritting glutes at their core which made the flesh rattle. A black hole of cratered muscle sat between them, staring back at Alexander. Burdensome plums would swing into the air and then collide with the moaning, groaning skunk beneath them. Sarah's legs were spread wide with the knees hooked over Bruce's thighs. Her dainty feet waved in the air to the tempo of his thrusts. The toes curled and flexed. A waterfall of black and white tail floof spilled down the mattress's edge, flicking and spasming erratically.

Bruce caught the King staring from behind him. He smiled over his shoulder at him and slowed his roll. One on backwards pull he went extra slowly so that Alexander could properly admire how much was being put into his wife and what he was drilling out of her. Thickish ivory was clotted around the hilt of Bruce's staff and the front of his balls. A single stream of it swept down the inside of her buttock, just past her distended pink pucker. That entire region of her flesh was soaked in her water. Droplets of it darkened the sheets just in front of her ass.

"Your Majesty is welcome to touch the Queen," said Bruce, speaking to Alexander through the gap in his thighs. The upside down image of the King cowering just a few feet away almost made him laugh. "She is your wife, after all."

The current situation made that easy to forget. The King tried summoning some dignity by standing upright. "Of course. I know that. You needn't remind me, servant."

"Mmmmmmm, don't be so crass..." said Sarah, looking at him as well. "Huhhh... He's the one fucking me, not you."

Whatever dignity Alexander had brought on promptly died. "R-right."

"Darling, if you would be so sweet..." She reached one paw past her plugged sex organ and rubbed her tailhole with her middle finger. "Lick my other hole while Bruce fucks me... Mmm... It'll feel even better when both of them are attended to."

Alexander would've leapt on the command if not for the anvil of balls hanging just inches above where the Queen requested his service. Luring him out of his hesitation, however, was the handsome splay of her rosy crater and the sea of cunt gruel that had coagulated all around it and down her crack. He'd already put the hyena's dick in his mouth. How much worse would this be? Besides, Sarah had told him to do it. That meant he was going to do it.

"Of course, my sweet." He approached the bed and came to one knee behind the two lovers. His face was back in the great cloud of hot girl stink that blossomed from her. It was even more intense now, well mixed with the musks of her skunk product and Bruce's bloated sack. Alexander saw in strict detail their every wrinkle and blot. She unraveled her sphincter with a soft grunt, further inviting his service. He opened his maw, and in the next moment his lips were puckered to give her asshole a kiss.

The Queen shivered hard as tickles shimmied up her guts. "Hahahaha! Hahhhhh... Yes... Oh yes, that's it... Mmmmm..."

"That's it, my Liege," goaded Bruce. "Keep doing that for us. We'll get her where she needs to be in no time." Then he thrusted into her, landing his huge sack on the King's snout.

Alexander winced as his whole upper face was met with wet, leathery yeen skin, and yet he continued kissing and lapping away at the jittery tailhole in front of him. With the feminine grease Bruce had glazed it in was that skunky odor. It hung in Alexander's mouth, burning him down to the lungs. The meaty plap-plap of Bruce's whole body fucking his wife did not deter him anymore. Indeed he hoped he would go faster so more of that golden ichor would come bleeding from Sarah's cunt.

His hopes were not unfounded. Bruce struck a heavy beat, slamming his whole body into the Queen so that she could enjoy the full splendor of his cock. Flecks of her juices launched off the bottom part of his orbs when he would swing them backwards. Even more would splat rudely upon the following thrust. Much of it went up Alexander's nose, not that the sissy cuck was bothered. With passions at a fever he abandoned his worship of Sarah's tailhole and levied it upon the bottom corner of her cunny. There he lashed his tongue at Bruce's cock muscle. Most of her pussy cream was clotted there, thus he could taste depths of Sarah which he could never dream of before. Bruce's balls and hips would crash into his upper face hard, and yet the King could not hope to separate himself from such a wonderful treasure.

And then there was Sarah. "HOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOD! YES! HUHHHHH! YES!!! OH FUCK ME! HUHHHH! HUHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Between angry grunts and huffs Bruce could hurl chants at her. "Hfff! That's it, my fuck slut. How- Hah! How does this cock feel? Huhhh. Tell your whelp King how fucking better it is than his!"

The words didn't quite come together like she would've hoped, but it got the message across. "OHHHHH SO GOOOOOD! YES! HUHHHHHH YES! OH FUCK! HUHHHHH!" Even as loud and desperate her voice already was, it started to increase in pitch, becoming a shrill squeal. Very suddenly her pleasure was spiking, driven hard by the continued slam of Bruce's cock. A look of shock and terror stretched her features as she looked down at where he was pulverizing her pussy and where Alexander was lapping away dutifully. Something was coming rapidly, something that dunked her entire body in a pit of joyous flames and made her entire lower body spasm. "OH! OH! OH! I-! HUH! HUH! HUH!"

"Hah... Is my Queen cumming?" Bruce asked.

The answer was "yes", although she didn't seem to understand that. "HUHHH! OH! I'M-! OHHHHH! YES! HUHHHHH!"

"Hahhh... That's it. Cum for us. Cum for us, Queen."

When Sarah was growing up as a young Princess, she had been taught that it would be her duty as a wife to please her husband as much as it was his duty to please her. None of these lessons, however, offered insight on female orgasms. According to many men and women, they were an outright myth. To try and achieve them on their own or with a partner was foolish, and even if they did exist they were not necessary to becoming a mother, thus were unimportant.

The moment Bruce delivered Sarah her first she discovered how wrong they were. Her screams were cut off by a sudden locking of her diaphragm. Quakes and quivers blew through her with the impact of her climax, a delight beyond anything her brain was capable of handling. At once her back was thrown into a crescent, bringing the top of her head into the mattress while her jaw was held wide open in a voiceless scream.

Filling the void of her voice was a violent hiss as a stream of girl waters came blasting from her cunt. It was split into multiple jets around Bruce's fat cork, soaking the inside of their thighs and Alexander's face. Bruce, caught off guard by the sudden eruption, sprung into action. He knelt upright, accidentally sitting on the King's face and unplugging Sarah's gushing fountain. For a second there was a single geyser of her waters that rocketed high into the air. The many droplets broke away from the stream and thudded around her tummy and the mattress around her. It was broken by Bruce grabbing his pecker and violently smacking it on her pussy.

Bapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbap-!

The Queen jerked hard. Her back swung the other way, bringing her head back into the air and with it her wildly bugging eyes. With her soaring pleasure returned her voice. "HUUUUEEEEGGGHHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" She slumped back down, still spasming, still squirting. Her hips bucked at the rapid smack of Bruce's dick. Water splatted in every which direction off his pole, soaking the Queen and her adroit lover.

Alexander, meanwhile, could only listen. He had been shot in the face by her initial squirt, then felt an avalanche of ass fall on his head when Bruce came backwards. He was pinned in place by the hyena's weight, forced to feel the heat of Buce's musty tailhole on the snout and the ardent clench two powerful glutes. He would've stayed there and bore the brunt of Bruce's rump if not for Sarah's screaming. He ripped himself free and hustled to the side of the two lovers to see what was happening. An expression of shock came across his cum-soaked face as he saw that torrent gurgling out of his wife. Bruce's teeth were gritted, focused on the task and not the great spew of droplets that landed on his stomach, chest, and face.

Sarah's first orgasm ended at last, and she forced herself away from the brute by rolling over on her side. She covered her weeping pussy with her paws and closed her thighs. Her tail was in a terrible fluff behind her, twitching and vibrating like the rest of her did. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." She sounded in pain.

Bruce, meanwhile, was laughing. Hundreds of water droplets streaked down his frontside. His soaked cock stood out of his lap proudly, swaying with his laughter. "You didn't tell me she was a gusher! Or did you even know?" He looked at Alexander. The look of rage he saw made his smile vanish.

"What did you do?" the King demanded.

Now Bruce was afraid. "I made her cum! I thought that's what you wanted."

"I didn't want you to hurt her!" Alexander scrambled past him to comfort Sarah. She was still on her side, curled into a ball. Her whole body buzzed and shivered. Kneeling over her Alexander saw the scrunched look on her face. "Darling, are you alright?"

"Wait, wait. You thought I was doing harm?" Has this man never really seen a woman cum? "Your Majesty, I swear, I was just-"

He was cut off by a ferocious glare from the King and a point of his finger. "Enough out of you, fiend. I swear I'll have you-"

He too was brought to silence, this time by Sarah grabbing his upper arm. "No. Wait. Darling... Mmmm... Wait. Huhhh..."

Alexander looked down at her and saw her smiling up at him with her bangs spilled in front of her eyes. "Sweetheart, are you alright?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "I'm... quite alright, in fact. Haha... Ahhh... Never been better... quite literally... Ohhh..." She rolled onto her back and held her legs open. Her paw rubbed around her battered pussy, pulling the lips around and showing off the bright pink velvet inside. Everything from the waist down to her mid thigh was soaked in her water. The muscles in her legs still quaked sporadically. "God... I've never felt anything so spectacular in my life... Hahhh... I can't feel my legs. Hahah... Hahhh..."

Alexander was confused. "So... was that supposed to happen?"

"I... I don't know..." Sarah confessed. She gave Bruce a worried look. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was capable of anything like that."

"No, no, no," Bruce insisted. "You've done nothing but a service to me by blessing me with your fountain." He frowned between the two of them. "Have you... never really cum before?"

The couple shared a confused look. "Come where? Here?" Alexander asked.

"No, I mean..." Bruce, even though his life was on the line, chuckled. "I mean you've never had an experience like that, my Queen?"

Sarah shook her head. "Not even close. Like I said, I had no idea I was even capable."

"Nor I," confessed Alexander, feeling even more inadequate than ever. "I'm sorry I threatened you. I thought you had done something grievous."

Now Bruce could laugh more heartily. "Well! She really has been neglected! The most grievous thing I've done was not being here to fuck her sooner!" I wonder how many other women have not cum yet. Perhaps I can be of service for them too.

Husband and wife both laughed too. "Then we should make up for lost time," said Sarah. She cradled Bruce's cock. It was still completely stiff. "You didn't finish?"

"I'm afraid your eruption preoccupied me, though I'm more than fit to burst as it stands, if Her Beauty would let me continue."

"Mmmm, absolutely. I wouldn't dare drag you here without a taste of your seed." She looked at Alexander. "Isn't that what you want, darling?"

No point in lying. "Yes. I can hardly wait any longer." He squeezed his thighs together. "My loins ache something awful. I won't relieve it until Bruce has done so first, like you asked."

Sarah purred and rubbed his thigh. "That's a good boy~"

"You won't have to wait much longer," Bruce said. The Queen's cunt and the King's mouth had taken their toll. His nuts felt like lead weights in their purse. "I feel ready to explode any moment."

"Mmm, then we'd better take care of that," Sarah said. She rolled over and began crawling towards the middle of the bed. She got on her fours with her head towards the pillows, that wagon of haunch aimed behind her. Her skunk tail towered above her gently arched back in the shape of an erratic question mark. From her gnarled feminism drooled a single glassy strand of her arousal which settled on the mattress between her knees. "Bruce, darling. Come take care of me?" she requested with a teasing sway of her backside.

It riled both men terribly, and yet only one of them was allowed to satiate himself on her. Bruce came trudging on his fours towards her like a feral beast. He rose to his knees behind her, jaw clenched, eyes on the heart shaped bottom of black that hovered in front of his bowsprit. Her tail fell onto him, batting his face with its exquisite softness. He grabbed it and pasted it across his torso like a sash, the curled tip resting on his shoulder. Looking past it he saw the alabaster stripe that blanketed her back, the messied hair that spilled from her scalp, and that one saucy eye she looked back at him with.

Alexander was behind them, slightly off to Bruce's left. He was on his knees too, cock in paw, choking it aggressively. Sharp inhales sucked through his nose as his upper row of teeth dug into his lip. Fuck her, chanted that submissive part of his brain now set ablaze by what had already happened. Fuck her good. Bless her with your seed.

Like Bruce needed his spiritual input. He grabbed the hilt of Sarah's tail like it were a plant he intended to rip from the soil. The other paw went to his cock and directed it to her cavity. The very moment he made contact he pulled her backwards and slammed his hips home.

Schmack!

The Queen felt the impact throughout her body, sending a wave throughout the flesh. "Ohh! Ohhhh..." She felt his paws grab her hips and push her forward to perform another devastating thrust, one that was immediately followed by another and several more. She rebounded off him with wobbling ass cheeks, bouncing breasts, and wails hiccuped with every collision. "Huuuhhhh-Uhhhh-Uhhhh-Uhhhh-!"

Snorts beat through his nose as he expended the last of his energy with that great siege on her womanhood. The Herculean clench of his glutes would dimple his haunches. His balls crashed into the back of her thighs, creating the loudest smacking yet heard. The tendons in his forearms swelled to the surface and his lips furled back in a snarl. He forgot about the King behind him, that the woman he so voraciously fucked was a Queen, or even why he was doing it in the first place. The most primitive core of his brain had taken hold, telling him that nothing mattered more than breeding the woman who screamed in front of him.

Alexander was in a sexual fury of his own, if on his lonesome. His paw was a blur on his little cock, jerking it as hard and fast as he could. Tiny moans squeaked out of him as he felt the physical and emotional bliss rocket towards completion. Sarah's bellows were even louder than they had been, and though he supposed she didn't think about him, his coming orgasm was wholly dedicated to her. It no longer worried him whether to wait for Bruce to cum first or not. The moment the hyena did, the King was sure to follow.

He would've been flattered to know that Sarah was indeed thinking about him. Though she hadn't the fortitude to look back at him due to the violent rocking of her body, she was still dimly aware that her cucky was nearby, pulling on his willy to the sight of her being bred. She felt so beautiful, so womanly. The involuntary hollers ripping out of her were fueled by the brute fucking her, but also catalyzed by the man she loved watching it happen.

Bruce was at his limit, finally. The proud stature he held himself aloft with started to buckle as he bent over and scrunched his face tighter. "Hrrrrrggghhhhhhh... Gonna cum, my Queen! Huhhhh!"

Sarah felt the same message as well as the floodgates within her lover ready to burst. "HUUUUHHHHHHH YES! OH FUCK ME! I-! I WANT IT! HUHHHH! HUHHHHHHH!!!"

Alexander heard their announcements and promptly joined them on their rapid journey to the top. He gasped loudly and escalated his jerking. He started chanting again, this time in an audible whisper that went unheard beneath his wife's begging screams. "Yes. Yes. Fuck her. Christen her. Do it. Please."

Bruce obeyed.

"HRRRGGGNNNNNHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" Bruce's hips rocketed forward so far that his whole back curved and his head was thrown backwards. That triumphant roar of ecstasy was thrown at the ceiling, first through clenched teeth, then through an open maw. From his deeply buried cocktip spewed the first rope. It crashed into the Queen's womb, flooding her with batter in just that one spurt. More followed with the mighty pump of his cock muscle, unloading most of what he had in his sorely swollen cum tanks.

It was more than enough to throw her off her own edge. She joined his deafening growl with a long, doleful caterwaul. Another waterfall gurgled from her pussy and dribbled off his balls. Entire streams trailed down their thighs while the droplets thudded on the comforter below, creating a massive wet spot. The sudden contraction of her muscles on his pole triggered him to cum harder, which in turn fed into her quivering ecstasy. The violent buck and spasm of her body would've thrown her off him had his paws not held onto her for dear life.

And then there was Alexander. He completed the triangle of climaxes with a girly shout, one out of sync with the lovers' harmony. "Hyuuuhhhhhhh~!" What the King lacked in size he could make up for in the ferocity of his ejaculation. Spitting from that tiny peen was a tendril of ivory that rocketed across the mattress, painting it in milky streaks and pearls. Each successive spurt was more chaotic, going from thin ropes to droplets that spewed out of him like canister shot.

Bruce's much heavier load came to an end, though not before it started bubbling out of Sarah from around his throbbing cork. He was able to take a breath now that he was off his peak. Sweat had broken out across his body, adding to the sexual aroma which had suffused the chamber. He felt his knees grow wet from the massive dark spot her orgasm had created. More water came down his thighs and dripped from his plums. The woman he'd officially bred was slumped on the mattress, face down with her arms and hair splayed out haphazardly. His heart pounded in his chest. A wondrous euphoria glowed in his loins. He'd made the Queen feel like a woman, and in turn made himself feel like a man.

It took him a moment to catch his breath. "Huhhhh... Huhhhh... Whew... Incredible... Wow..." He rubbed her lower back. "Did that satisfy the Queen?"

A weak groan was his answer. Sarah was still trembling in an ocean of good feeling, unable to muster any energy in her rubberized legs. The occasional moan and laughter would escape her, though it would take a few moments for her to gather any real coherent speech. "God... Oh God... Hahah... Mmmmm... Yes... Yes it did... Ohhh..."

Bruce cackled proudly, then gave the Queen's ass a swat. Smack! "Then I've done my duty, I think." He stepped back on his knees, pulling out his rapidly deflating cock. It was drenched from head to hilt in thickish, white sex nectar, both his and hers. He angled himself to the side so that the King could see her slightly parted cunt, a ragged trench of pink amidst a canvas of wet, black fur.

Alexander was on his butt, also panting hard. He was on the same heavenly cloud as the other two, if slightly removed. He watched as Bruce pulled out of Sarah, that huge dick of his steeped in the treasure that he rightfully possessed. "Good God..." huffed Alexander. "That was incredible..."

Bruce smiled brightly at him. "I'm glad it pleased you too, my Liege. I see you've painted the mattress too. You did that after I came, I hope."

Alexander nodded. "I did, just after."

Bruce nodded. "Good on you."

"Mmmmmmmmm..." purred Sarah. She pushed herself up onto her fours and reached between her thighs to rub her thoroughly used cunny. That terrific bounty of seed sloshed inside her with every movement. She could feel it oozing towards her gates, something she stopped by putting her paw over it. She looked back at her husband with a sleazy smile. "Alexander, darling, he fucked me so good~"

"I saw," said Alexander, nodding.

"Did you finish too?"

"Yes, darling."

"Did you wait until he did?"

"Yes, darling, like you told me to."

"Mmmm, good boy." She squished her fingers on her cunt. "Ohhh... So much seed inside me. Will my darling King come clean it up for us?"

"You mean... Lick it up?"

"Yes. It would make me very happy~"

Alexander gulped. "Aye... It would love to do that."

"That's a good boy~"

Bruce patted her rump. "Go on then, Your Majesty. There's plenty in there. It's yours to dig out."

"R-right." The King came crawling over, watching as her planetary backside came closer until he was face to face with it once more. Bruce backed away from her to give them room. Once Sarah saw he was in place, she removed her paw from her cunt.

At first nothing happened. Her chunky vulva stayed closed, though the great sheen of juices that coated them and the surrounding flesh remained as raunchy-smelling as ever. Then she gave a small heave and a grunt, and her two holes came bulging outward.

Pshffbtbtbtbtbt

Boiling out of her with a disgusting belch was a fat slug of Bruce's cum. It fell right from the slot, oozing to the right ever so slightly and then sinking its way to the mattress below. More bubbled out of her, an entire cistern of musty ichor waiting from within her womanly depths. The King gasped, then sprung into action. He slipped his tongue forward to catch that first drop. It landed on his twitchy mouth muscle which he scooped up into his wife's drooling pussy. He retracted it into his mouth and swallowed it. Hot, thick oil slithered down his throat and fell into his tummy. That masculine taste, coppery and musky, branded itself on the back of his throat.

"Oh God..." he muttered right before sticking his tongue into his wife's cunt and orbiting around it for more of that ivory treasure.

Bruce had himself a hearty chuckle and patted the King's blonde curls. "Eat up, Your Majesty. It's all for you."

"Mmmmm~" groaned a very happy Emperor.

"Mmmm, yes it is~" purred Sarah. "Bruce, sweety. Come here and kneel next to me."

"At once, Your Beauty." He came trudging over beside her. His dick was fully soft again, unlikely to grow hard until much later from now. It sagged next to her face as he knelt next to her, ready for his next task. "At your service, my Queen."

"Just stay there for a moment." She lifted his limp cock and held it like a cigar in front of her face. She smooched the tip, tasting both his and her own cum. She knew it wasn't getting hard any time soon, yet she took the courtesy of putting it in her mouth so that she could begin suckling away the detritus of their orgasms. "Mmmm..."

Bruce's one eye twitched. "Oof... Do you intend to drain me, Your Beauty?"

Sarah giggled through her nose. Her lips were suctioned to the shape of his shaft before she pulled off with a wet pop! "Not quite. I thought I'd join my husband in cleaning up, is all." She picked his pecker back up and resumed sucking on it.

"Ah, I see. Greatly appreciated, my Queen."

Alexander was too busy gobbling on Bruce's load to pay attention to what was happening on the other side of her. He could barely hear the smack of her lips on his dick, which he assumed was to get the hyena hard again. It seemed impossible given the weight of his member and the amount of seed he'd let go of, and yet Alexander didn't doubt that he could. Given everything he'd seen, the King was prepared to see Bruce fuck his way through the entire palace, really putting him in his place. He hoped that Bruce could, that way he could absorb more of that precious gunk which he had fallen in love with.

The other two heard his greedy slopping. Sarah's laughter was unmuffled when she removed her lips from Bruce's dick, now mostly rid of cum. "You have no idea how badly he's wanted to do this," she told Bruce, looking up at him from his loins.

"Oh?" he asked. "How so?"

"Well, you know this was all his idea. He insisted on finding a man like yourself to fuck me." She kissed the flank of his shaft while maintaining eye contact.

"I see, and how did you react?"

"Mmm. I said it wasn't necessary. I told him I loved him no matter what, which is still true, and that I hardly needed a third party to love him more." Sarah swept underneath his cocktip and swaddled it back into her mouth.

"How sweet of you. How did he convince you otherwise?"

She pulled back, letting his dick fall out. Spittle drained from her bottom lip and off his glans. "He was persistent. He said there would be no greater joy than seeing me be pleased the way I deserved. In all truth, I think he was more fulfilling a fantasy of his own than an obligation to me." Her nose fell into his sack before she closed her mouth around his right nut and suckled it. Schhhhhlllllppp

"Heh, I wouldn't be surprised."

She opened her mouth with a loud mwop! "Ahh, but I don't mind. I'd say we love each other even more now. He'll always be my sweet, sweet King, and I his Queen." Again she migrated to the head of his pole and devoured it.

"Hm, how loyal of you."

The King's meal came to an end once there was no more cum left to devour. He parted his mouth from her cunt with a heavy sigh. Within the vaporous cloud of breath and pussy funk was a thread of spit-cum connecting his mouth and her pink cavity. His whole visage was slimed over in the collective aftermath of the other two's adventures. Feeling it dry around his lips made his hair stand on ends.

"That's it, my love," he announced breathily. "Your chamber is clean."

Sarah had her mouth halfway down Bruce's dick when she remembered her husband was eating the cum out of her. She fell back and let it drop from her lips. "Mm! Thank you, darling! I feel so much cleaner now." She fell to her side and rolled over onto her back. "Did you enjoy your meal?"

He smiled bashfully and nodded. "Yes, my sweet. I'd do it again a million times if it made you happy."

"It certainly does. Does it make you happy?"

His blush deepened. He glanced at Bruce who was simply smiling at him. "Yes, it does."

"Good boy. Your little cock is hard again."

Alexander looked down. "Ah, it is. I think all this excitement's going to keep it that way for a while."

Sarah gestured him over with her fingers. "Come here, darling. Reclaim what's yours."

His face lit up like she'd never seen it before. "Yes ma'am!" He came scampering over like a wild monkey, mounting between her legs and reminding Bruce how much of a size difference there was between them. Her thighs looked like black tree trunks while astride his scrawny midriff. Even smaller was that dicklet which he carelessly poked into her quim, penetrating her.

"Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhh..." shuttered the King. "God... It's like... It's like it's not even your cunt anymore."

Sarah giggled. "Mmmm, it certainly doesn't feel like it anymore."

Alexander shuddered hard, then began fucking her. Immediately Bruce saw where his deficiencies in making love lie beyond just having a tiny dick. His thrusts were short, shorter than even the full length of his shaft. They came chaotically and without tempo. Wheezy moans huffed out of him as his face blushed and contorted.

The Queen didn't so much as moan or even really react to his novice thrusting. She was more enthralled with watching him struggle than any physical joy it brought her, if any. After the pillaging Bruce had put her through it was doubtful Alexander had a chance. She cradled his young-looking face. "That's my heroic King. Does it feel good?"

"Hnyuhhhh... Like heaven..." he moaned.

"Come here. Let me kiss you."

"Y-yes..." He lied over her so that their faces were together. They locked lips lazily and began smooching. Sarah did most of the kissing given his intense effort in fucking her.

"Mmmm, I can taste his seed on your breath," she cooed.

He laughed weakly. "Huhhh... There was a lot of it... Ohhhh..."

Bruce scoffed. "I told you."

It wasn't much longer from there. Even after one orgasm he could not surmount the sensitivity of his pecker nor the grip of Sarah's cunt. He let loose a strained groan as his second orgasm let out of him, much less powerful or voluminous than the one prior. The moment it faded he slumped atop his wife, his head coming into the cushion of her bosom.

She cradled the back of his head and kissed his temple. Sweet whispers fell into his ear. "That's it, my brave King. I love you."

"Nnnnnnnnnn..." That translated to "I love you too."

Sarah smiled up at the hyena witnessing their true love. He'd fucked her in front of her husband, and yet it was his turn to feel some envy given their intense passion for each other. "Thank you, Bruce. You've done everything we've asked of you with spectacular results."

Alexander flipped his head on her chest to look Bruce's way with half of Sarah's tit covering his face. "Yes... Thank you. Bringing you here was the greatest decision I ever made, I think."

Bruce knelt upright humbly. "Well, I assure you the pleasure and honor was all mine. I don't mean to spoil anything, but I think I'll enjoy this position. That is, if you'd let me keep it."

The King and Queen both laughed. "That goes without saying," Sarah quipped.

"Aye. I'll have to promote the men who brought you to me, and all the others who went on that search," added Alexander.

"Wonderful. What will you have me do now?"

Sarah and Alexander looked at each other then shrugged. "Whatever you please," said Alexander. "You can retire to your residency, wherever that is. I think I'll spend the afternoon with my Queen." He smiled up at her, something she returned.

"Well, alright," said Bruce with a smile of his own. "I'll leave you two alone. Until you need me next time." He crawled off the bed to collect his tunic. Behind him he heard the darling couple whispering sweet somethings to each other. He flicked his ear at them to listen, but quickly brought it back, deciding correctly that it was their business and their business alone. He also decided that he didn't need the tunic, and instead threw it over his shoulder while waltzing towards the exit, naked as the day he was born, whistling a tune to himself. Yes, I think I'm going to enjoy this job indeed.

THE END