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Seated atop a large, ornate throne of gold and stone was a rather large fur. A lavishly dressed lion man sat on the exuberant throne. His robes emphasized his royal stature; the royal tailors had spared no expense in adorning their king with only the most expensive of attires. His deep red cloak was pressed between his large physique and the warm metal of the throne. His garments were made of only the rarest fabrics in the kingdom, soft to the touch and just short of impervious to the weather. The king's half-lidded eyes wandered around the lavish throne room, a long room, the light coming from which was enough to illuminate a city.

Torches and lamps hung from the large stone pillars that supported the roof. A deep red rug trimmed with gold lined the floor from the throne to the huge doors that cut off the throne room from the remainder of the castle. The king felt a deep grumble in his stomach and a tightening of the royal leggings. His eyes lazily looked over to the short fox standing beside his throne. The king needed only to loudly clear his throat to get the attention of his vulpine servant.

The fox spun around and kept his posture as straight as he could, to avoid offending the short-tempered regent. "Yes, lord Nathaniel, what do you require of me?" The fox' voice was high as the king had him castrated as a kit, to remove the distraction of arousal.

"I require a youth, of twenty or less years, from the village." Contrasting with the fox' voice but fitting to his own stature, the king's voice was deep and resonant.

"Sex my liege?" The fox cowered slightly from the depth and might of his lord's voice.

"Male." The king did not even turn to face his squire as he issued his addendum. The fox merely nodded before turning towards the long carpet and scurrying along.

The king watched with disinterest as the fox slipped through the broad entryway.

Several minutes passed before the squire returned, following him was two of the royal guardsmen, holding in their grasp a thin wolf boy in rags. The tall oxen eunuch guards pulled along the obedient wolf, whose head was hung in shame as he looked at the extravagance of the hall. "Good work, squire. This is exactly what I had in mind." The low and intimidating voice of the regent echoed through the empty halls once again.

"Your will is my command, my lord." The squire bowed politely before returning to his king's side.

"Guards, you may return to your posts." With a wave of his paw, the two guards released the ragged lupine onto the floor in front of the lion's throne.

He did not expect to be dropped and his legs, failing to find their strength, gave way and he fell to his knees. This king, however, saw this as an act of respect. "Rise child, you need not bow to me on this day." The wolf was confused, but he knew better than to offend the king, he merely nodded and rose. As the wolf raised, his long, dirty black hair covering his face, the king got a good look at the young peasant. His clothing was dirty and torn, but his fur was surprisingly clean.

"And what may I call you, master wolf?" The tone of intimidation never left his voice, despite his kind-seeming words.

"Al- Alexander." The wolf stuttered nervously, moving his hair from his face to avoid seeming disinterested.

The king noted the wolf's nervous expression and deep blue eyes. "How old are you, Alexander?"

"I'm of nineteen years." King Nathaniel nodded and readied his second question.

"What do you do for a job?" The wolf tensed up as he desperately thought of an occupation.

"I am a trader's son."

"You recognize that as King, I reserve the right to remove from you your job and reassign you to whatever career I please?" The fear in Alexander's mind doubled over on itself but he did his best to refrain from betraying his fear.

"Y- Yes, my lord."

"You are henceforth my personal servant. Have you any objection?"

"I do not, my lord."

"I imagine it'll be far more enjoyable and much less dangerous than thievery." Alexander's eyes widened as the king remained perfectly level-headed.

"Sire, the grand assembly will commence in half an hour. Should I allow entrance to the public now?" The fox was facing his king from beside his throne.

"Let them in."

"It shall be done." The fox scurried off down the carpet once more and the king gestured to Alexander to approach him.

"Remove those rags. My guardsmen will give unto you your new attire." The king snapped his large fingers and the sound echoed through the halls. Reluctantly, the wolf lifted the rags away from his body, holding them out in his paw, waiting for the guard to collect it. The king watched in admiration of the young wolf's figure; he was slender and his pubic fur was neatly trimmed. Hanging from his waist was his circumcised penis, the incision a mark of his devotion to the Chapel of the Gods.

"Are you religious, Master Alexander?" The king asked, noting the lack of foreskin.

"No, my lord, I am not." The wolf released his garments as the guard took it from him.

"Then why do you bear the penile mark of the chapel?"

"Pardon me? I know not of what you speak."

"Come, boy. Over to me."

Without hesitation, Alexander quickly approached the throne. "This is what a regular penis looks like." The king announced, pulling his leggings down enough for his penis to be visible. He reached his thick paw into his leggings and pulled his penis out. Even in its flaccid state, the size of it impressed Alexander. He marveled at the royal bush of dark pubic fur that sat above it. The tip of his penis was covered in a hood of skin, with an opening on the end of it; this was completely unfamiliar to the young wolf.

King Nathaniel inhaled deeply as Alexander watched his large dick slowly fill with blood. "As my servant, Alexander, I wish for you to tend to my penis. Familiarize yourself with it; you'll see much more of it in the future." The wolf was confused.

"Tend to it? How do you mean, sire?"

"I want you to lick it, suckle on it, and make me pour my royal seed into your throat."

Alexander moved his muzzle closer to the King's large penis, breathing in its scent deeply. The aroma was strong and it filled his nostrils. As Alexander smelled the growing member, it achieved full arousal, standing very proudly, at least nine inches in length. "Are you waiting for me to ask? Begin suckling upon it as you would a teat."

Out of curiosity and slight fear, Alexander leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the top of the musky lion penis. The regent huffed and his penis throbbed in the wolf's mouth.

Alexander slowly slid down the intimidating shaft of meat, taking more and more of it into his muzzle with each passing breath. The wolf felt the tip against the back of his throat, every inch that filled his throat throbbing and pulsing. The king moaned and threw his head back with closed eyes, shutting himself off from the small crowd that wandered into his throne room like grains into an hourglass.

With a strong paw, Nathaniel grasped the side of Alexander's head and lifted it upwards, sliding it along the thick shaft. He pulled the wolf boy's head down his cock at the pace he desired. The pace was rough and quick, and the young wolf gagged occasionally on his descents. The scent of the lion's sweaty and musky pubic fur filled Alexander's nostrils as the king fornicated with his mouth.

Alexander felt the veins of the blood-filled member against his lips and tongue as his face was penetrated by the engorged sex organ. Alexander found it curious that blood begin to rush to his own penis as he was used by the king. The low pitch of the king's intimidating moans added an air of dominance, which only seemed to turn Alexander on more. He did understand it, but his penis was now equally as hard as the one he suckled on.

Preoccupied with each other; Nathaniel and Alexander did not notice the audience that was amassing behind them, and neither would have cared should they have noticed. It was too subtle for Alexander to notice, but slowly; his descents dropped further and further onto the king's lap. He only noticed once he descended on it completely and was greeted with a nose-full of the king's pubic fur.

The scent of the lion's pubic fur drove the wolf wild; his own member throbbed between his legs as he ached to touch it. The large regent never moved Alexander's head too far from the base of his penis, and thus the wolf felt his pubic hair in his nose and his testicles on his chin with each thrust. The crowd watched on in shock as the king moved Alexander's head quicker, quickly approaching his orgasm.

His breath ran ragged as he forced the wolf to very base of his cock. With a deafening roar, the king submitted himself to his orgasm. Alexander felt the thick feline testicles pulling themselves up to the lion's body and the surge of heat through the long penis. As the surge of heat reached the tip, it erupted from it in multiple shots of thick royal semen. With each throb, the wolf took another blast of royal seed into his throat, doing his best to swallow as much of the salty liquid as he could.

He struggled greatly to swallow the seed at the rate in which Nathaniel fired it into his muzzle. It escaped from around the thick shaft and began dribbling from Alexander's lips. The king slumped back into his throne as his orgasm faded into afterglow and his flow of seed slowed. He kept his grip on Alexander's head. As he stopped shooting his ropes of cum into the wolf, he pulled his head back along the shaft and watched as he failed to keep his mouthful of seed in his mouth.

It dribbled out and ran onto the king's garments. The king smiled and looked at Alexander. "I'll be keeping you." Looking at the assembly that had gathered in his throne room, the king felt no shame at all. "Guard, take this wolf for bathing, then take him to get sized for his uniform. He will then pay a visit to prince Elix. I must address the assembly, go with him, Alexander."

The wolf nodded and kept his legs close together, avoiding turning around to see the crowd he knew was watching him. The guard placed his arm on the nude wolf's shoulder, guiding him as he walked away from the throne room. Shamelessly, the king stood, showing off the penis that was slowly retracting back into a flaccid state.