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Kiriya if questioned when he became an enthralled to the Bandit King, it would be difficult for him to put into words. When ‘she’ first met him, ‘she’ was taken back by his greatness. His strength, dominance, and unyielding will. At the time ‘she’ felt like ‘she’ had to work for him, and earn his trust, and so ‘she’ did.

Over time ‘she’ changed, ‘her’ old self fading away with each passing day that ‘she’ worked with him. Did what he asked of ‘her’. Honestly the reason why he can’t recall how long it has been as it now feels like a lifetime ago. His old self slowly changed and transformed into a more gender-neutral version of his King. Gender changing, to that of a male, his supple breasts practically gone at this point, whatever he was has been replaced by his deumion body.

To those who would not know what a deumion is, they would think it to be a little more like an anubian or a jackal, but clearly to any real deumion like he is now, they are not. And now having spent so long near his King, serving his will, performing tasks that would please him, becoming his perfect servant, his body is a mimic of his King. The same soft gray fur, blue hair, blue eyes, though lacking the golden highlights in the hair, the soft golden claws, more than make up for it. With his long jackal-like ears, he is still half a foot shorter than his King, a clear dividing difference between him and who he serves.

There are times where he remembered starting his service to his King, the delightful aroma of his pheromones infecting him, arousing him, making him lust for his king. The training he had to undergo to become so infatuated with his king, so aroused by him, yet never thinking about him in any sexual manner. All of that was under his King’s control. Assuming he would have any kind of sex with him would assume that his King would lower himself to his humble level or that he is working for that kind of reward has now become preposterous to him.

Part of being an enthralled as his King would so elegantly put it, was giving yourself to him. Your lust, your arousal, sexual identity, and your own visage of who you are to him. He takes it all, as part of you becoming his property. A high honor to be such a close servant to someone of such great power, that remaining diligent as his King would put it, is the highest honor. One of the biggest points of being diligent is simply, not allowing yourself to climax. To keep the lustful high state of arousal, and to work with it always there, and with each ache, he thought of his King more and more. It dominated nearly every thought in his head, he is truly enthralled by his King.

But he isn’t the only one, he simply was the first. The one that looks most like his King, but never to be his King, he never wanted to anyway, his place was serving him as he desired. But his King as commanding and controlling, in love with himself as he is, was not heartless. He wanted a tight knit community between his enthralled, so they could work together in the one goal, serving him.

The ship Kiriya works on, the Renegade, is his King’s capital ship, the ship where he calls home. It’s also his King’s home away from home. Often he’d work long hard hours near his King performing vital tasks on the ships, his body aching, needing attention, but instead of becoming some kind of lustful puppy, he kept his focus on his duty, no matter what his body wanted him to do.

Even now there were good days and bad days when it came to taming his lust for his King. Even the most diligent of servants needed to enjoy themselves. He sat down in the mess hall where he and other members of the crew, some Enthralled, others natural born deumion, other races from across the galaxy, had their public meals, their King elsewhere, enjoying himself in however he saw fit. There was no current action that demanded his attention, today he had the afternoon off, after having to work a twelve-hour shift working near him. The aroma still on his tongue, the delightful aroma that is mixed in with his perfume that made his body grow stiff, ears perk in delight, tails way behind him. His pants tight, aching, throbbing, he almost never knew a fully relaxed moment anymore, his diligence has made him be constantly reminded of who controlled every aspect of him and he loved it. He felt like this is the way it should be.

Halfway through his meal, another enthralled one by the name of Zephyr sat across from him. Kiriya has known him for a while now, though doesn’t know what species he was before becoming their King’s enthralled, then again, he never cared to ask, it wasn’t a concern of his.

Zephyr smiles, “Another long hard day, huh Kiriya,” he says dressed in a simple pair of jeans, and shirt with a gold and black jacket trim, the same uniform as himself, the two look at each other with such similarities to the other it was like looking into a mirror.

“It was, but it was so wonderful. To spend that much time with him? I mean I couldn’t ask for anything better. The hours seem to fly when I’m near our King,” Kiriya replies, running the silverware between his fingers.

“I had only an eight hour shift myself, I’m rather envious,” he chuckles, “But then again, you’ve been with our King the most. I can see why he’d favor you.”

“I don’t seek any special favor from our King. I simply serve him the best way I know how. As long as that pleases him? Who am I to argue?”

Zephyr eating his food, “I can agree to that. I can still smell our King on you.”

He chuckles, “The same could be said for you, you only got off your shift fifteen minutes after I did.”

“True, true, but yours was always more potent than any others. It’s hard for me not to think that my King is nearby, ready to give us a command.”

“As long as we are ready to do as he wills. When he says jump, we reply, how high, that is what matters in the end.”

A soft sound of delight rumbles in Zephyr’s throat, “So very true.”

“Though we know much about our King. He’s one of a kind, and as such we must help him achieve his goals, no matter what.”

“That’s what I’ve always liked about him. How he could just take command of any situation. Lead us through victory no matter what the space police tried to throw at us. The space rangers? Never stood a chance against him.”

“Yeah, I saw the first one from a holographic feed. Watching my King do his work, just made me twitch and ache with excitement. I could barely contain myself.”

Zephyr leans in, “Oh? Couldn’t contain yourself?” he grins.

Kiriya shoots him a sly grin, “Barely couldn’t, but I did. I would never want to disappoint our King.”

“Yes, I know. I would never want you, me, or anyone else to disappoint him. Anyone displeasing him, as all of us displeasing him. We work together to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“It does, truly it does,” he replies looking at his food then back at Zephyr, “Do you have another shift?”

“Not for another four hours to be honest. Not sure what I will do with this free time. Work out perhaps? Learn a new skill that might be useful to our King.”

“Those are lovely ideas, but perhaps you like to work out with me? Back in my room?” he asks with a smirk, his cock twitching, aching, throbbing, needing to fuck so badly.

Zephyr’s long ears perk, turning toward him, his cock aching just as hard, as long, wanting to feel release. His friend’s words teasing him like a compliment given to him by the King himself, yet was at the same time nowhere nearly as delightful, “Work out in your room you say?”

“Yes, I think a little mental training to bolster our prowess, to make us be able to be more diligent as we take time to worship our King’s work? Sounds like a fun way to spend the next several hours.”

“Oh, ho? How interesting of a proposal. This sounds like a challenge.”

“Anything worth doing for our King is a challenge, don’t you say?”

“I couldn’t agree more now that you mentioned it. Your room after lunch?”

“Where else?” he asks, returning to his meal. The two enthralled eat up, going through the magnificent metal behemoth of a ship, elegant gold and black designs throughout the ship, with a light hint of Egyptian theme throughout.

They reach Kiriya’s room, Zephyr remarks, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before.”

“I don’t use it much for sleeping, but today I think,” he says leaning against him, “I want to try something different. Afterall, our King wants us to work close together. He never shied away from letting us know that we could freely enjoy each other as long as we remained, diligent to our duties,” he explains running his fingers across Zephyr’s bulging pants, feeling the throbbing, twitching length underneath.

Zephyr moans out gently pressing up against Kiriya, “True, but I wonder how far we can go and remain diligent,” he replies with a smirk, leaning against him, while Kiriya types in his passcode to enter.

“As long as we stay true to our King, we can do what we want,” he replies stepping inside.

“How very true,” he replies following him.

Inside there is a simple living quarters, a place to sleep, and a personal shower across the way with a little space to relax and enjoy oneself with a little study alcove. Black and gold bed sheets decorate the bed, images of their King are mounted on the walls, where their king is looking proud, superior, dominating. Three separate black and gold picture frames have a personal picture of him and his king from different moments of his service, none of which show what he used to be, only what he now is.

“Nice set up, it reminds me of mine a bit,” Zephyr remarks.

“I need to spruce it up a little bit with a little more black and gold here and there, but for now it will do,” he replies, removing his jacket and shirt, revealing his masculine chest with the faintest of a feminine curve, making it hard to tell if he was really an effeminate guy, or a very underdeveloped female, truly making him rather androgynous in looks.

“I could see it really working out for you here. It will really add to the mood, “I serve my king,” I’d think,” he says removing his own shirt and jacket, showing off a similar chest, with only the faintest of differences between them, rather negligible.

“You never know when our King will step into the room,” he explains nicely folding his clothes up before wiggling out of his pants, his supple butt, keeping to the gender neutral look his thin tail wags in delight, butt hiked toward Zephyr while removing his pants.

Zephyr lets out an enjoyable rumble in his throat, following through the same motion as Kiriya, “One has to be ready to always serve our King. can’t let our guard down for a moment,” he replies.

Kiriya stands up, turning him, his supple fuzzy balls hang between his legs, heavy, full, engorged, a lifetime of service just all held up between his legs. His red canine-shaped dick twitches and throbs in the cool air, a small simple knot at the very base near his shaft, adds to the throb he feels, a bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip. Kiriya’s underwear, heavily stained with the constant drip of pre-cum is gently folded and put on top of his other clothes, “Exactly. If it wasn’t for our King, we wouldn’t be here blissfully serving him. As we are forever grateful to him, we must be forever vigilant in our service.”

Zephyr’s own cock is a near perfect identical clone of Kiriya’s, long throbbing, aching, a supple knot at the base with grey-blue fuzzy balls that are heavy with an unknown amount of pent up seed, “I know, and I wouldn’t have it another way,” putting his pants neatly folded up off to the side, keeping a calm and composure despite their obvious arousal born from a lifetime of diligence and training.

“You took the words right out of my mouth. For that I will be putting something else into yours,” he chuckles walking over to him, his cock bouncing, twitching. The two enthralled only a quarter of a centimeter difference in height with Kiriya the taller. His cock gently touches the other, the two members twitch and throb, shooting an aching delight through the entire length of their aching members begging, screaming for more at the sudden sign of attention.

Kiriya keeps his eyes locked on Zephyr, smiling, their blues eyes gazing into the other, “All for our King.”

“For our King,” Zephyr replies, leaning into kiss, their tongues slip out of their mouths, coiling around the other. One hand wraps around Zephyr’s butt giving it a firm tender squeeze, while the other keeps their cocks gently grinding against the other, pre-cum spurts from their tips, while Zephyr rubs the back of Kiriya’s head with one hand and gives his butt a playful squeeze with the other.

They grind against the other, feeling the soft tender red aching sensitive flesh, throb ever harder between the other. They moan out in delight, feeling a sudden surge of feeling between them, their tails hard, wagging, while they grind.

As pleasure surges through them they feel their bodies’ lustful nature grow, their desire to fuck and breed swelling up within them, but as it percolate up through their bodies, it underwent a series of changes, and conversions, made from the time spent under their King.

The two enthralled deumion loved what the other was doing, but their thoughts were more on the one that truly mattered, their King. Yet they were not thinking about anything sexual with their King. No thoughts that the other holding them was their King. No fantasy that their King was taking them from behind, or that their mouths were wrapped around their King’s throbbing red flesh.

They simply thought that they were working to improve their bond with another enthralled. That this is a simple service to their King. Their King wants this, to have them work close together, and become closer while in service to him. The kiss lowly breaks their hips buck up against the other, Zephyr’s hand that was by Kiriya’s head is now by their cocks feeling the throb and twitch with each beat of their heart in each other’s hands, “Oh my King,” they moan out.

“This would never be as good without him,” one of them says, giving a playful buck.

“He is the one that makes this possible,” the other replies with a playful thrust back.

In this moment as they stand toward each other, rubbing the other’s cock against one another, their tails wagging, chest touch, snouts gently pressing up against the other, while they softly kiss time and time again, it becomes impossible to tell who is who. Perhaps even at this early moment as they feel themselves please the other ever so gently that they lose track of just which one of them is themselves.

Kiriya snaps back pulling his cock away from Zephyr letting the buildup between their loins relax for a few moments. They pant hard, as they feel the swelling delight slowly work its way down, the two eyeing the other up, ready to continue once they have brought it back under control, “You did take the words out of my mouth. Now to put something else in it,” he says looking down to his cock then back to him.

Zephyr smiles, “Are you sure you can handle it? I wouldn’t want you to break your service to our King.”

“I trust you that you won’t,” he says, motioning him to follow, sitting on the bed, the soft silky bed sheets against his naked butt feels nice, while he spreads his legs, showing off that aching throbbing member, “I feel you know how my body works as well as your own.”

Zephyr laughs heartily kneeling down before Kiriya, one hand gently cup Kiriya’s balls, fondling them, feeling the heavy churning seed, the touch of which makes Kiriya ache and moan with a soft pant, toes curling, “Are you sure that is a good thing? I know what will make you squirm and melt.”

Kiriya pants, watching Zephyr gently grab the supple knot at the base of his cock pulling down to get his throbbing length to aim towards his lips, “Neither of us want to be punished by our King. He loves to see us squirm. He could be watching us right now, just enjoying how we talk about how great he is, how we are just a cheap imitation compared to his greatness.”

Zephyr gives Kiriya’s cock one long lick, starting from the top of his knot, trailing along the entire underside, tasting the salty length that is constantly soaked in pre-cum before reaching to the tapered tip, of which he licks the tip, flicking some pre-cum off of it that is pulled at the tip, “Please, our King is far too busy to pay attention to us. He has far better things to do.”

Kiriya lets out a soft moan grabbing the bed sheets, “Yeah you’re right. But you know he loves how we squirm. It is fun to imagine he knows we are doing this in his name.”

Wrapping his lips around Kiriya’s cock, Zephyr slips down onto the throbbing aching cock, the soft scent of their King flowing off each other’s bodies, driving them to higher states of lust. The aroma is stronger now than earlier while he takes in more of his length, teeth gently teasing the flesh, tongue coiling around it, deep throating with a soft suckle. He bobs his head up and down the length, his lips kissing the subtle knot several times over.

Kiriya feels his cock ache harder and harder, throbbing more and more. Pleasure building to new heights. His heart throbs, his cock ache, the surge of pleasure swelling up in him, his balls tightening while Zephyr gives a little squeeze, his moan growing deeper, when Zephyr pops his head off of his cock with a loud audible pop.

Zephyr catches his breath, his cock aching hard between his legs, ready to blow, ready to pop, pre-cum dribbling down the underside of his lengths as his pre-cum pool on his cock tip is now overflowing, “Our King does love it. It shows how much control he has over us. Our every waking and sleeping thoughts are of him.”

Kiriya takes several deep breaths, closing his eyes thinking on how wonderful his King is, the aching between his cock slowly edging back down, “Oh yes my King. Oh, fuck yes, this is wonderful. Thank you, my King,” he mutters looking down at Zephyr who looks ready to take the cock back into his mouth. Noting his lover’s own cock he licks his lips, “This is true, even though I see your cock and want it now, it’s only to test your diligence to our great King,” he replies, reaching down to pull him up onto the bed, pushing him into a sixty-nine position.

Zephyr whines out in delight, his cock twitching in the cool air as it hangs over Kiriya’s muzzle who gives a slow tender playful lick across, catching what pre-cum that hasn’t already slipped off, “Isn’t that the way it goes? Even when fucking each other we can’t stop thinking of how great our King is.”

Kiriya rubs his lover’s thighs, giving the red cock a soft suckle, feeling Zephyr buck into his mouth before he pulls out with a soft pop, “Are you saying you don’t want that?” he asks, giving another playful lap at his cock.

Zephyr pants shivering, toes curling, “Of course not. I fucking love it. Our King is the best,” he says, taking Kiriya’s cock back into his mouth, hands caressing and playing with his balls.

Moaning out in delight, “Oh my King,” he feels the urge not to be outdone by his lover, wrapping his mouth around Zephyr’s cock he keeps his thighs apart, keeping him nice and exposed while thrusting his head down onto the throbbing flesh within him. He swallows down the layer of salty juices that have built up on his length, taking the entire length into his throat except the knot, kissing it several times as he bobs his head up and down on the length.

Zephyr works to do the same, the two pleasing and teasing the other, their cocks aching and throbbing, loving the pleasure, having not felt so much in so long that their cocks almost forgot what it was like to actually get a taste of what they have been screaming their owners to do. But even now as the pleasure builds, each twitch, each pulse makes them think of how this moment is only possible thanks to their King. If it wasn’t for him and how great he was, they’d be nothing. He is their everything and servicing the other enthralled is simply a service to him.

Harder and harder they suckle the other cock, their members feeling so hard, dribbling pre-cum they drive themselves into deeper states of lust, their minds aching, yearning for their King as the sensation has been trained as a desire to serve him. They picture him giving them a command to do some task or another. Him complimenting them on a job well done. Then they slam the other all the way down onto their cocks, their mouths taking the knot in full, their cocks twitching, pulsating ready to blow…

They pant heavily, air wheezing through the air, their tongues gently rubbing the top side of the other’s cock while they hold the other close, toes curling, soft moan escaping their muffled lips full of cock, they wait… relax, feeling the edge fade back. A spurt of a wad of pre-cum down the other’s throat gives indication of just how close they were, too close for comfort. They wait, feeling the height mellow out over several minutes before pulling off of the other’s cock, the two at the same time licking the other’s cock length, still aching, still hard, unclimaxed, still following their King’s command and will.

“That was close,” Kiriya pants.

“Too close. Too close, why did you think of our King so much?”

“Are you complaining I was thinking about our King?” Kiriya asks with a playful smirk.

“No, of course not, but what if you broke your diligence to him? I don’t want in anyway responsible for that.”

“And I wouldn’t want you to be,” he says giving Zephyr’s rump a playful smack, “But the same could be said for you.”

Zephyr pants a bit more, moaning from the hit, looking away, “Well how could one not think of our King at a time like this?”

“You better not think I’m him now…”

Zephyr growls, “Don’t you ever think I’d do that!” he exclaims a bit.

“Relax, relax, I know you wouldn’t. But I can’t test you now.”

“Oh? Are you testing me because you were not obeying our King’s command and thinking of him in such a lewd manner?”

Kiriya lets out a huff and gives a playful nip on Zephyr’s cock.

“Hey!” he exclaims lifting his butt in the air.

“Of course, I wouldn’t. But since you raised your ass so high, how about I give it a good stuffing before you do the same to me? To make it easier we won’t be touching our sign of diligence as we are taken.”

“Sounds good to me,” Zephyr replies, keeping his butt hiked, crawling to the far end of the bed, allowing Kiriya to grab his lover’s hips, gently caressing his sides, his gold claws running through the fur, while he feels the cock tip pressing against his tight pucker.

“You ready?” Kiriya asks, hearing Zephyr moan, his butt clenching in delight, his pucker squeezing the dribbling cock tip that spurts a little pre-cum into the hole.

“Oh, my King, yes, I am ready.”

“Here I go,” he replies, slipping down into him, leaning in, feeling Zephyr’s ass squeeze around his length, taking his member in bit by bit, till the supple knot just presses against his hole.

Zephyr pants, feeling his butt be spready by his fellow enthralled, his ass clenches down on the cock, his own member twitching and throbbing in delight, when he feels Kiriya lean in more, the knot spreading his butt slightly before popping into him, “You are so big,” he cries out in delight.

Kiriya chuckles, “Nice way to compliment yourself, we’re the same size,” he replies, pulling out nice and slow till only his cock tip is still within Zephyr’s butt before he pushes back down into him.

“H-hey…” Zephyr cries out in delight, his body jerks, his cock bounces, grabbing the bed sheets, feeling their soft smooth silk against his hands, while he is taken nice and slow.

Kiriya grunts and moans, moving in and out of his lover’s tight butt, his balls smacking against the other’s ass as he gives strong firm steady motions, steadily pumping in and out of him. His hands caress and hold Zephyr’s ass as he softly cries, “Oh my King. This feels wonderful. But remain focused, remain diligent. I can’t overdo it,” he mutters keeping his cool, his body screaming to just take his lover for all he is worth, but instead he keeps himself in a calm controlled state, his balls aching almost painfully so, ready to just unleash a thick sticky load into Zephyr’s body.

“My King… my King, my King,” Kiriya states over and over with each steady thrust, keeping himself in check with his thrusts, not to speed up too much, nor slow down to diminish the delight he and Zephyr are feeling. Using his mantra to keep focus, serving his kind, by providing an important service with another enthralled. Keeping himself and Zephyr on edge so they can better focus when near their King, becoming more attuned to this high level of delightful pleasure so that it may not distract them as they work for hours on end in close proximity to the one that truly mattered, their King.

They pant and moan, aching in delight, eventually Zephyr cried out, “That’s good, that’s good, let me try now,” he groans, arching his back a bit, squeezing Kiriya’s cock nice and tight while giving one last final thrust before pulling out slowly, the knot spreading his cheeks slightly with a delightful tension, “Oh my King, that is just wonderful. Do you do this with other enthralled?”

Kiriya smirks giving a nice smack on Zephyr’s butt, “Perhaps. I did become rather gay for my King,” he chuckles, turning around laying his head on the soft golden pillows with black tassels on the ends, hiking his butt in the air.

“Pffft,” Zephyr replies, taking position behind Kiriya, his hard-throbbing cock now resting against Kiriya’s butt cheeks, “I mean who wouldn’t? He’s so devilishly handsome,” he replies, slowly sliding himself into Kiriya.

With a soft moan, Kiriya feels Zephyr slip into him, spreading his butt cheeks wider and wider, the sensation of the hard throbbing length pushing into his body a tender pleasure, which grows deeper and deeper within him, till he feels the knot press against his cheeks before with a solid hard thrust, Zephyr pops into him.

“Oh fuck… you are big,” Kiriya replies squeezing onto Zephyr’s cock, his hands gripping the pillows while diving his head into them, his toes curling.

Zephyr chuckles, “Now look who is doing a roundabout way of complimenting himself.

Kiriya gives a playful squeeze with his butt around Zephyr’s cock, “Shut up and take me diligently like our King commanded you to.”

“In a way he did,” Zephyr replies slowly pulling out of Kiriya’s butt.

Kiriya moans out, feeling every bit of the cock slip out of his body, his cock twitching, pre-cum dripping from the tip already forming a small puddle stain on the bed, when Zephyr slides himself back into him, knot and all. The pleasure rises in Kiriya’s body, the knot adding to it, the pressure on his prostate rather delightful, making his cock dribble even harder, “Oh fuck, that idea is so hot. Our King making us enjoy one another, unable to release, having to remain diligent? I would happily do any order our King gave us, even one that tested me so vigorously,” he replies.

Steadily the pounding began to increase, growing harder, popping in and out of Kiriya’s tight butt, his tail stiff yet wagging happily, Zephyr replying, “It would be a delight. As much as if he told us we had to work in the mess hall all day. Any command from our King is a pleasure.”

Kiriya moans, squeezing down on the length the words bouncing in his head, his mind picturing working in the kitchen, learning to cook a good meal, spending days? Weeks? Months? Years? In the kitchen sharpening his skills, moving through the ranks of cooks on the ship, till he suddenly becomes good enough to prepare a meal for his King. Getting that juicy steak, or some kind of exotic meal he tolled hours to work on, only to have his King taste it, and enjoy it. The compliment he receives is that there is not a scrap of food left on the plate.

Kiriya tenses, the pleasure rising quickly in his body, his toes curl, eyes shoot up, “Zephyr stop. Stop. STOP!” he exclaims tightly squeezing onto Zephyr’s cock just as Zephyr slams into him fully, hilting into him again. Zephyr tightly grips Kiriya’s ass, his fucking stopping in an instant.

“What’s wrong?” Zephyr asks, not moving his cock at all, leaving it lodged deep within him.

“Too close, too close,” he pants, holding onto the pillows, biting into one, feeling his body still rising up in pleasure, the edge right there, his cock dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. His member twitches, another spurt, another twitch, another spurt, the edge right there, his body feeling just about to go over, his mind thinking, “No, no. For my King no. I can’t let this happen. Please stop. Stop!” he cries out, Zephyr staying still while he feels Kiriya’s rump squeezing, milking his length in his body.

Steadily the sensation fades, his body coming back from the brink of the abyss, a heavy sigh escapes from his body, steadily relaxes, Zephyr doesn’t move, waiting on Kiriya. The only thing he does is gently rub his lover’s back, while he feels his member still being clenched hard by Kiriya's butt, “Take your time Kiriya.”

“Just another minute… maybe three. I don’t want to risk it.”

Zephyr nods gently rubbing some more, “It’s all good. It happens to the best of us.”

“That was too close. I will have to tell my King about this when I see him. He needs to know.”

“Good. If you weren’t going to tell him, I was going to, about how I almost pushed you over. How about we tell him together?”

Kiriya nods, “Yes, that sounds good,” he says waiting a few more minutes, “Okay, I think you can pull out now.”

Zephyr nods, “Of course,” he says pulling out with a soft pop, Kiriya moaning a little, before sitting up, his cock twitching hard between his legs, visibly pulsating, throbbing, aching to be played with.

Zephyr sits next to him, rubbing Kiriya’s back some more, his own member in an equally aching state as Kiriya’s, “Sorry about that. I guess I got a bit too eager.”

Shaking his head, Kiriya replies, “No, it was my own fault. I got too eager there. Though, you’d laugh at what almost did it.”

Zephyr smirks, “Oh? What was it?”

“I imagined I cooked our King a meal and he loved it. Could you imagine? I’d break my diligence for him over a wonderful thought but one not worth disobeying our King for.”

Zephyr nods a bit, “I can see that, but I am glad you didn’t. I don’t know how I could face our King if I broke his favorite enthralled’s diligence.”

“I’m not his favorite, simply the one whose been with him the longest. I simply serve him,” he replies standing up, “Care to take a shower?”

Zephyr nods, “Sure,” he says as the two walking into the bathroom, a simple shower barely big enough to fit the two of them. They slip inside the warm water running down their bodies, their cocks bouncing against the other, against each other’s cocks while they return to completely ignoring the throbbing ache between their legs.

“You know, I have been thinking about our King,” says Kiriya shampooing his hair.

“You don’t say? Thinking about our King?” Zephyr sarcastically replies.

Kiriya gives Zephyr’s butt a playful smack, “I’m serious. So, I was thinking that perhaps I should take my free time and learn how to cook. I don’t know if I will get up to the level that will be worthy of our King, but you never know if you don’t try, right?”

Zephyr nods, scrubbing his hair, “Yeah, that’s not a bad idea. Perhaps it’s a sign that our King would like another who could cook for him.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he replies rinsing out his hair before Zephyr does so as well, the two stepping out of the shower, drying each other off, giving a quick tower dry to the other’s cocks, the pleasure there aching yet outside of a soft grunt, they don’t acknowledge it, “Do you mind if I take one of your uniforms?”

“Go ahead, it’s going to fit you anyway,” Kiriya replies.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome,” he says, two enthralled deumion preparing to rejoin the crew, ready to serve their King in any way possible.