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Third Act by Sajja

The final scene of the third act of Izasha's latest play, a special performance of The Prince of Daniir, had begun, and so far, things had been moving well, if rather unexpectedly at times. The audience he had invited were on the edge of their seats, watching the scene unfold intently, waiting to see how it would all play out, and they would soon be rewarded. Izasha himself stood in his customary spot, on a small raised platform off to the side of the sage, overseeing the play, directing it and making sure that things moved in the direction they needed to through the use of his many talents. An ominous drumbeat could be heard, accompanied by the sound of chanting from the actors assembled on the stage, playing the part of cultists to some dark god and carrying out a ritual to their fell master which would culminate in the sacrifice of the Prince of Daniir. The set was ill-lit, a haze of smoke filling the air from the incense burning in the braziers, illusionary pits of fire providing an angry red glare that lit the actors, both real and imaginary, from below.

Everything was perfect, the sets, the unscripted performances, the lighting, the music, everything, even the audience. Everyone was, as they should be, completely naked, both actors and audience, and each of them a male and fully aroused. The actors had been working themselves into a frenzy as they acted out the erotic ritual, and the climax of it was about to begin. The snow leopard that had been cast as the prince was tied down to a block of stone in the center of the stage, just before an illusion of a sculpture of a great demonic figure, with the imposing minotaur playing the head of the cult towering over the feline, the prince's head almost between the bull's thighs, those heavy, furless balls of the minotaur so very close to the end of the feline's muzzle and the tip of his large, rigid cock was dripping precum down onto the prince's neck. Already, he could see that two of the other actors were getting into things, a panther playing a priest of the cult pinning a slim, feminine wolf playing one of the acolytes down and beginning to rut him while the pair kept up their chanting. Other cultists were soon taking it on themselves to add to the sexual nature of things, the ritual devolving into the orgy it was intended to be while the minotaur continued his chanting.

Izasha, a nearly six foot tall slim lizard with a hide colored a dark, almost iridescent violet and a set of long, pointed ears, stood on his platform. He alone wore anything, though it was just a mask of black nacre, and did nothing to disguise his long, thick shaft as it jutted skywards, fully hard, the head of it glistening lewdly in the light from the precum that had seeped from his cocktip. He was weaving his incantations, his violet eyes glowing in the dim light with each spell cast, using the sound of the drums to mask his incantations or letting them blend into the chants coming from the actors, keeping himself from drawing attention away from the unfolding play, or anything else that might be catching their attention, even though the sight of his nude, nubile form practically dancing up there with the movements his spells required was rather eye-catching in and of itself. He could see that several of the actors not needed in the scene were moving through the audience, their forms shadowy in the dim light, putting their muzzles to good use in making sure that everyone was fully aroused for what was to come.

With things ready, the lizard sent the signal to the other actors, those not on stage or in the audience, telling them the time was right. On cue, a rather feminine looking snow leopard, cast as the 'wife' of the prince, charged in through the rear doors of the small theater, accompanied by a pair of lupine guards. In spite of being slim and short, the feline was rather well hung, with a large cock that looked almost oversized jutting from between his thighs. The snow leopard let out an exaggerated gasp that could be heard over the sounds of the unfolding orgy and chanting coming from the stage, quickly drawing the attention of the audience to him. The cat didn't give them a chance to look away, quickly calling out. "My prince! We must rescue him! Quickly, guards, gather whatever brave souls you can round up to help save him from the clutches of this vile cult..."

The outburst drew the attention of the minotaur on the stage, who glared menacingly at the feminine snow leopard in the middle of the audience, though he didn't interrupt his chants, simply making a gesture to several imposing looking draconians who weren't too distracted with the orgy, sending them after the feline. This was the tricky part, getting the audience involved in things more actively, encouraging them to take on the roles of the militia roused by the guards. The wolves that had accompanied the prince's wife were already moving through the audience trying to rouse them to action, but the audience was being slow to react. Quickly, he mulled over his options, the lizard pondering whispered suggestions in the ears of certain likely candidates in the audience or a dimly lit illusion of someone in a corner to take the lead and goad the others into acting rather than watching.

He was saved from having to take action by a wolf seated in the front row. The fellow leapt from his seat, almost shouting as he did so. "I'll help save your prince, m'lady!" That exclamation brought a smirk to Izasha's muzzle, and not just because of the flush he could just barely detect in the ears of the wolf when that fellow realized what he had said. It came to mind that the wolf fancied himself a knight, though he was actually just another gladiator, and this was his first time attending one of these special invitation-only performances. Those thoughts were driven from Izasha's mind as he watched the would be knight practically tackle one of the approaching draconians, the two of them going down to the floor in a tangle of limbs, their cocks rubbing together as they wrestled in front of everyone on the edge of the stage. It only took a few moments before the wolf pinned the draconian, the actor knowing that he was supposed to lose, and the wolf, clearly lost in the moment, quickly started to fuck the actor's exposed ass lustfully. That spurred the rest of the audience into action, and in short order, they had preoccupied the other draconian in a similar manner and stormed the stage with the guards to take on the rest of the cultists.

Sparing a moment of his concentration, Izasha let one hand fall down to between his thighs, letting his fingers gently caress along the bare, hard length of his cock as he watched the audience get involved in the orgy. The lizard's needy flesh dearly wanted him to step down off of his platform and join them, but he had to keep the show going, to bring it to its conclusion, and reluctantly drew his hand back. Things had been carefully planned, making sure there were similar numbers of audience members and cultists, to make sure that everyone would have a part to play. But the audience was, as always, unpredictable, and several of them had decided to share their conquests, leaving no one to charge the minotaur, letting him continue his chanting uninterrupted.

That left it up to the rather feminine snow leopard, who trembled in mock fear as he looked at the much larger creature. The minotaur was a good two feet taller than the feline, and well-muscled. Despite the rutting going on, many in the audience were still paying at least some attention to the remaining actors, watching to see how things would play out. Izasha hadn't planned for that, expecting someone in the audience to have taken care of the minotaur, but they hadn't, and his ritual was going to finish soon, completing the sacrifice of the prince to the dark god, and everyone knew it. Hastily, he prepared a spell, driving thoughts of the sex happening before him from his mind. Again, he was saved from having to take an overt hand in his play, this time by the prince himself, and he made a mental note to properly reward that actor after the show had finished.

With the bull's balls hanging so close to his muzzle, the prince lifted his head, his tongue flicking from between his lips to stroke across that bare skin, caressing those furless orbs and then quickly pulling them into his mouth to suckle on them. It had the desired effect, making the minotaur's chanting falter as he lifted his muzzle into the air and let out a loud, attention getting groan of pleasure. The other snow leopard, the smaller one that wasn't tied down, jumped up onto the altar after that, almost laying atop the prince, the rigid shafts of those two felines obviously rubbing together. Following the head of his prince, the feminine snow leopard quickly was wrapping his lips about the head of the bull's quite large cock, and was soon swallowing more of it, drawing most of that considerable length into his mouth, and most likely his throat. That send a jealous throb through the lizard's shaft as he watched that, a bit of lustful envy hitting him. He was the only one in the theater not involved in the orgy, and he fully knew it.

Eagerly, the feminine cat was bobbing on the minotaur's cock, lips and tongue sliding along that thick shaft while the prince was keeping the bull's balls trapped in the heat of his own maw, lustfully suckling on them. The two snow leopards were also clearly grinding their cocks together as their muzzles worked over the minotaur's sensitive flesh, tongues and lips incessantly stroking at him. Combined with the aphrodisiacs that laced the incense that everyone had been breathing in all evening long, the large bull was in no mood to have either of them stop, his hands dropping down to help guide the more feminine cat's head along his shaft as he was orally pleasured by the pair of them. It sent another throb of envy running through Izasha's shaft, the lizard briefly contemplating using one of his special spells to let him experience what the minotaur was, but he cast that thought aside. There would be time after the show to deal with his cock, though one hand did stray down to lovingly caress along that flesh for a moment, the lizard's fingers quickly becoming stained and glistening with the steady dribble of precum that was leaking from his cock's head.

He was quite pleased to see that the snow leopards hadn't forgotten what they were supposed to be doing in a haze of mindless lust, even as they were giving into that lust, as they were intended to. The feminine one was untying the binds about the prince's wrists, though that didn't distract him from properly attending to the minotaur's large cock, his muzzle bobbing greedily along it as he kept the leader of the cult too preoccupied to notice that the prince would soon be free. At least some of the audience could see that, too, and seemed to be enjoying the show on the altar just as much as they were enjoying having their way with the actors, playing the part of victorious warriors using the losers of the battle for their own pleasure. Izasha, too, was enjoying the display the snow leopards and the minotaur were putting on, not to mention the rest of the cast and the audience, letting his fingers lazily run along his shaft as he watched the scene before him, slowly stroking along his own cock, smearing his precum along it and giving that hard flesh gentle squeezes. Not that the attention was enough to satisfy his flesh's lust, the lizard not letting himself give in and be distracted from his play.

Watching that pair of feline muzzles moving between the thighs of the large bull was quite a stimulating sight, doubly so given just how much of that large minotaur-cock the smaller of the pair was able to fit in his mouth, almost able to catch the base of it between his lips and properly bury his nose in the thick tufts of fur about the base of that shaft. The insistent, guiding hand of the minotaur was almost certainly helping the feminine cat gulp down that much, of course, the bull quite happy to have as much of his cock as possible buried in the mouth of that much smaller male. And the cats were clearly enjoying it, too, the felines eagerly pressing their hips together to stroke their cocks against one another. Little shudders ran through the smaller of the pair every time he had as much of that bull's shaft inside of him as he could take, his hips making vigorous thrusting motions against the prince beneath him at those same moments. It was almost enough to make the lizard reconsider his decision not to cast that special spell he had prepared just for himself or even just let his fingers do more than tease at the long, thick shaft jutting upwards from the apex of his thighs, but he was far too interested in seeing his performance properly finished to actually do that.

Things were quickly coming to the climax, in more ways than one. The prince had one arm free, with the feminine feline working on the other, and he was using that arm's freedom to toy with the feminine snow leopard's bared ass, his fingers underneath the cat's raised tail, clearly rubbing at that puckered pink spot of bare flesh there. Both felines were lustfully thrusting against one another, keeping their cocks stroking firmly together as the pair worked themselves into a lust-filled frenzy. The bull was clearly feeling something similar, his hips quivering as he tried to keep from bucking into the snow leopard muzzle that was working so expertly at his cock, lips and tongue dragging along his needy flesh, coaxing him ever closer to release. He obviously wasn't wanting to interrupt the attention that the prince was paying to his balls, the suckling on those heavy orbs and the sensitive skin covering them, the caress of that tongue against them as the prince played with the captive minotaur's flesh.

A moment more passed and then the prince's other arm was freed. Izasha then cast his final spell of the performance, undoing the bindings on the prince's ankles, to keep the felines from having to interrupt their captivating performance to deal with them. A second later, the feminine cat pulled quickly up off the bull's thick cock, that long shaft slipping from his mouth's grasp just as an attention-grabbing bellow of pleasure came from the considerably larger male's muzzle. Straddling the prince's hips as he sat nearly upright, the feminine snow leopard grabbed the pair of cat-cocks and was quickly stroking them together, thick, sticky precum clearly leaking from both of them to dampen the fur of the prince's stomach. With his hands now free, the prince, almost as if he knew what was going to happen, swiftly grabbed the minotaur's cock with both of them, taking hold of it and squeezing it between his fingers as he stroked rapidly along that thick shaft, caressing it with his fingers as his own flesh was being attended to by the smaller feline.

Izasha slipped his hand away from his shaft as he watched things unfold, not wanting anything to distract him from seeing the culmination of his play. The prince was keeping the bull's balls trapped in his muzzle, greedily suckling on them as the cult leader was pushed over the edge by the sensations of that and the rubbing along his shaft. Thick spurts of his spunk arced from his cocktip, the sticky white fluid splattering across both of the snow leopards, staining their pelts where the thick jets of minotaur-seed hit them, the combination of powerful aphrodisiacs and the continued stroking of his cock by the prince making sure that the bull had a very impressive orgasm for the audience, not to mention the rest of the cast and himself, to enjoy watching. As the pair of felines were painted with the musky scent of the bull's cum, they were rather quickly joining him, the constant stroking of both feline cocks by the feminine snow leopard driving them both over the edge as well and brining a quite girlish moan from the smaller feline's upturned muzzle.

The lizard drank in the scene with pleasure. It was the perfect ending to his play, and the audience, most of them now paying attention to the events on the altar thanks to the bull's bellow, certainly seemed to appreciate seeing the prince and his lover painted with a mix of feline and minotaur spunk, the three of them shuddering together for several long moments as spurts of thick seed spilled into the fur of the two cats. There were even cheers from some of the audience members as they watched the prince stroking the bull off, clearly having triumphed over the larger male and spoiled his ritual, with the assistance of the other snow leopard, of course. It was a most satisfying conclusion and the timing was superb. Izasha was pleased that his actors had done an excellent job, both in playing their parts and making him eager to finally get some attention on the length of his own shaft.

Gradually, the illusions were allowed to begin to drop, the sounds trailing off and the scenery fading away into nothingness behind the actors and audience. He knew they weren't done in the least, but the play was, and everyone knew it had reached its end. Oh, the audience wasn't done by far. The celebrations would likely continue for several more hours, he was quite certain, an orgy that would leave every last one of them utterly exhausted and spent, and likely stained with the spunk of many men by the time it was through. Already, Izasha could detect the delicious scent of spilled seed mixing with the remaining smoke from the incense. Unconsciously, he let his hand stray to the needy length of his own cock, the lizard's fingers closing about it and caressing that hard flesh, coaxing more of his precum to spill from the head of his shaft.

Now, finally, he could start to devote his attention to physical pleasure, and get his cock attended to properly. As he made his way down from his platform, sauntering off of it with his fingers still wrapped about that thick shaft, he only had to decide who from among the cast and audience would be the first of many he would take out his lusts on.