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Anken rushed up the stairs in fast, long steps. The coyote's muzzle open and panting, not used to physical straining. Being one of the many scribes that worked in the royal castle of the wolf lands he usually spent most of his time sitting either in the library or in his small desk inside one of the scribe's office. He was, in fact, sitting in that very desk when a slave brought him the message that the third wolf prince himself requested his presence in the military office. He didn't want to keep the prince waiting, of course, so he had to run.

The military office was pretty much at the opposite side of the castle. While the scribe's office was located at the bottom floor near the castle's entrance, the military office was located in one of the highest floors at the back of the castle, where it stood close to the soldier training ground area on the castle's side and near the other fancy offices that the royalty usually took care of. And also conveniently close to their own personal rooms.

He turned left in the hallways and stepped up to climb another set of stairs. He wasn't running like this because he'd get punished if he took too long to get there but because, for a scribe such as himself, praise from the royalty was everything. Though Anken was just a coyote, which was usually viewed as something lower than a proper wolf, at least he wasn't a common, regular dog. Being a scribe was also a totally different thing than being a slave. The castle payed him for his work, even if it wasn't much, and he was free to go away anytime he wanted, even if he didn't really have anywhere else to go. The main difference, however, was that he never got whipped. Never got to spend a night in the stocks. Never got stuck in the most degrading chores as punishment and, most important, never had to pleasure someone. That was something he was most grateful for as, for despite being in a hurry, he had to stop for a moment to stare as the slave master walked by him.

It wasn't the big intimidating bull that took the slave master position in the castle that made him stop this time. The big, muscular bull walked leading in front of him a dog with his hands tied behind his back and what seemed to be a pair of slave underwear, most likely his own, tied tightly around his muzzle. Worse than that, though, was that the dog was being paraded completely naked, with a full boner, and by the way he walked with his legs awkwardly spread, obviously something lodged inside his ass. The dog at least had the decency to look extremely embarrassed about it as his ears were folded back and eyes were kept low on the floor.

They were soon past him and he watched as they walked down the stairs he had just come from. One of his paws moved to tug at the slight stirring in his own loins before he started running again towards the new set of stairs. Being a coyote and at the prime of his age, he had heard many times he'd be a good pleasure slave considering his appearance. Those comments were of course only jokes of his fellow scribes but he did have a bright, brown fur characteristic of a coyote, which he made certain to keep always clean and in a perfect state. Scribing was his life though and seeing that dog in such a state sure made him glad for it.

Arriving in front of the military office door he stopped for a moment to catch his breath and tidy up his clothes before knocking on the door. He had to look good for the prince. Favours and requests like these were the fastest (if not the only way) to climbing up from being a simple scribe to something with status like a magistrate or even a judge. While he waited for the door to open he couldn't help but smile.

Only a few days ago Anken had managed to catch a dog that had been stealing weapons from the royal armory all by himself. Well, not quite by himself, but he'd been the one to report the missing units from the stock counts and cross reference it with the training schedules to find out that the only person that could be stealing was the slave that took care of the weapons' polishing and maintenance at night. Thanks to Anken the dog was caught right in the scene and was now probably locked up in the dungeons. That probably had much to do with him being called today by the prince.

It didn't take long for the door to open. The third wolf prince stood by the door with his usual smug smile. Standing tall over the coyote, third prince Regnar's fur was completely black from the tip of his ears to the point of his bushy, upright tail. Being assigned the position of commander of the royal army, he'd been doing military training ever since he was old enough to hold a sword and that was obvious by the muscles his arms displayed. He wore a simple military garb with no colors, which was unusual for a noble of his status, but that was the way he always looked when he wasn't around royalty.

"Well if it isn't our little thief catcher! Took you long enough! Come in!"

The wolf spoke with his usual casual tone that didn't match nobility at all. Specially of his level. But the coyote knew his reputation of being one of the most easygoing among the six princes, unlike some of his brothers.

"Thank you, my lord. It's an honor."

Anken spoke with all the manners and education he'd mastered over the years when dealing with royalty, stepping inside the room as the wolf gave way for him and closed the door afterwards.

"I came as soon as I received your message, my lord, though the messenger was quite vague about the purpose of your calling."

While the coyote spoke, he noticed how the military office was huge. It was bigger than the room he shared with the other scribes. Four shelves full of scrolls, parchments and a few books. Ornamental swords displayed as decoration on the walls and a huge desk at the center. The desk, however, now had a huge white cloth over it that caught his eye. It covered the desk completely all the way to the floor making it look kind of like an altar, though it still had the usual papers, parchments, ink and quill over it.

"Ah yes, of course. Can't let the slaves know more than they need too, eh? Anyways, did you enjoy your reward for catching that little sword stealing bastard the other day?"

The wolf's smirk increased as the coyote grew uncomfortable with the question, his muzzle flushing and his usually flawless repertoire of polite answers faltering for a second. The night after the thief had been locked up the prince had given him two of what he called his "favorite" pleasure slaves to spend the night with. One was a curvy, big breasted female fox and the other a lean but muscular young male dog. Though not the reward he expected Anken would be rude to refuse and so he took both to his room that night. He was embarrassed by the fact that he'd chosen the male dog over the fox to spend the night with and the prince surely knew about that.

"I uhh... Yes, my lord, very much so. It was very generous of you."

The wolf seemed slightly disappointed that the coyote regained his composure so fast, but he moved on walking to stand by the big desk.

"So, I called you here today because there's a military public audience scheduled for today. Do you know what that means?"

"It means the office is open for both nobles and general public that scheduled appointments. The royalty in charge will hear complaints and take request, in this case of a military subject, and then judge each of them within a moon turn and act accordingly."

The coyote answered with fast precision and a proud face. The wolf seemed pleased.

"Very good. But what you forgot to mention is that these things are a major pain in the ass. I don't feel like sitting behind a desk until sunset hearing nobles whine and commoners beg. And that's where you come in."

Anken's ears flicked down slightly with the wolf's words. He was no noble to hold an audience and though this was, if true, a golden opportunity, it wasn't entirely legal.

"But my lord, the law clearly states that the audience must be held by a member of the royal family or a direct relative to it with military attach..."

"Yes yes yes, I know what those old damned laws say! But I'm being represented by you today. Plus, my big brother and the king don't even need to know. You'll hear what these bastards have to say, write it all down and then pass it over to me at night! Simple!"

Though the wolf interrupted him, the coyote was still very nervous about all of it. For once he'd never held an audience before and if he knew he'd have to hold one he would have prepared himself first. And second, if the second prince heard about this, strict as he was, he could even fire the coyote and send him away. Or worse. But lord Regnar probably wouldn't let it get to that point... would he?

"It's a great honor you do me, my lord, but I think that representatives need a proper contract of agreement signed by the two parties, as well establishment of length of representation, purpose, a cause and..."

But his words got interrupted once more as the wolf slammed his paw against the desk. This time the coyote's ears went all the way down.

"I know you know of all the little boring details of how paperwork works in this fucking castle. But. Here I am saying you will represent me in the audience today and report to me afterwards and that's what you're gonna do. Understood?"

The wolf's tone and look had changed completely from the playfulness he displayed so far. It made the fur behind Anken's neck stand and his tail to move down. He'd have to trust the prince to keep him safe from whichever consequences might arrive from him holding an audience, but at least he'd get a great lot of favor with lord Regnar himself. Heck, the fact that he was standing here being asked to do that was already proof that he was doing well. Plus, it wasn't so hard. All he had to do was sit there and look important while taking notes of everything they said and then report back to the prince.

"Yes, my lord. I will do my best. You will not be disappointed."

The playful tone and smirk returned to the wolf prince's muzzle instantly as he seemed satisfied with the coyote's answer.

"Good, very good, lad. This is gonna be a lot of fun! Now why don't you sit down and we'll get you ready for what you're gonna be doing today."

The wolf gestured at the big desk as he spoke. Anken looked at him slightly confused. Didn't he just explain himself what an audience was? Of course he knew what to do. Either way, he walked around the table to sit at the huge chair behind it. It was a mighty comfortable chair. The wolf walked around the desk as well to his side, setting up some blank papers in front of him.

"Now, like you said yourself, you're gonna hear everything whoever made an appointment today has to say and write it down. You'll tell them that they must return to the castle after a full moon turn to receive the official answer to their requests. And I trust you can do that flawlessly despite any distractions you might have, right?"

"Yes, my lord, of cours... AH!"

The coyote jumped on the chair, moving to stand up as he felt something grabbing at his ankle from under the desk. Before he could stand the wolf's paws pressed down at his shoulders keeping him sitting down and, with a small laugh, lifting the cloth over the desk to reveal a young fox sitting on the floor under the desk. The fox gave the coyote a small wave and blink. By the way the fox was dressed, which was nothing at all except for the common slave loincloth, Anken could tell he was obviously a pleasure slave.

"Calm down! It's just my little plaything down there!"

The wolf spoke after a hearty laugh for the coyote's reaction, who still had a confused look on his face.

"Pardon me, my lord. It was just... unexpected. I'm sorry if I... err... interrupted anything."

Anken spoke regaining his composure quickly. He looked at the wolf and then at the fox, expecting him to crawl out from under the desk. It baffled him, though, that the prince could be so irresponsible as to have fun with a pleasure slave in an office room and still allow the slave to be seen. Even if just by himself. That was the sort of thing that could soil one's reputation completely. The fox wasn't moving, though, and the prince just let the desk's cloth fall back down concealing the slave again.

"Oh no no, don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. I know what you're thinking, but by the gods, I would neeever do something like that! Right here! Could you imagine?"

Speaking a mocking tone, the wolf smirked looking down at him.

"You, on the other hand, will. You see, it's all part of your little test. I know you're smart and copying an audience would be a piece of cake for you. That's why I thought it'd be a lot more fun if we added a small... obstacle."

The coyote kept staring at the wolf whose smirk turned into a grin. The wolf knocked on the desk one more time and immediately Anken felt one of the fox's hands moving to his thigh and then start undoing the laces of his breeches. His arms moved in an instant reflex to hold the fox's paws, but the wolf was faster, grabbing both his wrists and holding them up.

"Nuh uh! Here are the rules of our little game. The fox is a very well trained slave that I gave specific orders myself. He'll do whatever he wants down there while you hold the audience and you cannot interfere. You don't have to worry about anything, he knows how to be very silent. If you DO interfere in any way, however, he might slip off and grunt... or maybe even moan... or worse."

The wolf prince, still grinning, slowly let down the coyote's wrists as his hands no longer forced towards the fox's. Anken's pants were now open and his sheath exposed for both him and the wolf to see, while the fox's hands scratched and massaged slowly his furry balls in plain sight. The coyote couldn't help but blush furiously, being exposed like this in front of the prince. Forcing to keep his usual polite tone, his voice trembled a little from the embarassment.

"But my lord, this is hardly appropriate! I can't meet with people like this, someone is going to see it! I have to object! If your lord brother hears about this I co..."

The wolf interrupted with another loud slam on the desk. Though still smiling, the coyote could see the lack of patience in his expression.

"It doesn't matter. None of that matters cause you won't let anyone find out, right? I gave you my orders and I'm counting on you to execute them."

A hint of anger was clear in his voice as the wolf walked around the desk's chair, stopping behind it to push it forward in a strong motion, pressing the coyote's belly against the desk and concealing completely the fox's insistent massaging under it. The wolf then walked calmly to the desk's front, looking down at the coyote. His anger coming and going with an impressive rate.

"Well, the first appointment should be here soon. Do you have any questions, my faithful little scribe?"

The coyote's ears were still down looking at the wolf. The fox's paws on his balls felt alarmingly good and despite this deeply uncomfortable situation he could feel his cock slipping out of it's sheath. Yet he knew he was being given no choice in this. If he refused the wolf prince all his favor with him would be lost at the very least. All he could do was lower his head in a small bowing motion.

"No, my lord, everything is clear."

The wolf seemed satisfied with his response. His playful smile returning to his muzzle.

"Very well, I'll be on my way then. I'll come back by sunset to get your report."

The wolf walked to the door and the coyote adjusted himself on the chair and arranged the papers in front of him. He resisted the urge to kick the annoying fox back as the fox now knelt right between his legs, keeping them spread while he continued to play casually with his balls. The fox's fingers full of experience, pressing and rubbing them in all the right ways. Anken felt angry at himself for being unable to hold back his cock that was already halfway hard from out of his sheath.

When the wolf opened the door to leave, a dog with simple commoner clothes was already standing by it. Seeing the wolf, he was quick to do a low, very clumsy quick bow while stepping aside.

"Well well, you're here early! Waiting for your appointment I suppose? Well good news, today's attendant is already ready to receive you."

The wolf prince gestured for the dog to go inside the office while stepping out himself.

"Thank you so much, your highness!"

The dog bowed one more time after stepping in and the wolf just nodded. Anken could see the wolf's smile still wide, clearly having fun with all of this. The prince winked at the coyote once before closing the door and leaving him alone in the room with the dog commoner and, of course, the cursed concealed slave fox.

"Welcome to the military audience. Please, step closer to the desk and state your business. Your case will be noted by me and passed on for royal judgement."

Anken spoke in the most authoritative tone he could muster, sitting straight on the chair and with a quill ready on his hand while ignoring the fox's fingers still fidgeting with his nuts and the uneasy feeling of having his cock now fully hard and out of his pants right under the table. The dog seemed nervous himself as he stepped closer to the desk and looked at up at him.

"Well y'see, m' lord, I came here on behalf of my village. It's a tiny village quite a few miles from here but we'r all good people, y' see. Honest folk, mostly farmers. We grow much o' the grub that comes right into this castle too. But lately ther's been a lot o' bandits raiding our stuff. They steal tools, food, our hard earn'd money. Heck, on the last moon turn a bunch of them bastards even raped my neighbor's daughter, on their own house! Left her with pups even. That's when I knew we'd had enuff an' came here to request yer help, m'lord. If you could be so generous as to send just a few o' these hard trained guards our way I'm sure those bandit bastards wouldn't get anywhere near our village for a while!"

The coyote was concentrated writing every word the dog spoke. His quill moving in the paper with the dexterity of years of practice and he had no trouble summarizing the dog's request. After writing it down, he looked up from his parchment nodding.

"And how many soldiers do you feel would be necessary to drive away those bandits surrounding your vill... age?"

The coyote managed to keep his serious expression the whole time, but he staggered in his words as the fox's fingers moved up from his balls to stroke his hard cock now. The fingers caressing his length slowly and with experience, pressing it every now and then in a very pleasurable way.

"I reckon' about a dozen of those bulky guards would do the trick, m'lord, if you could be so generous."

Anken just nodded, writing it down. He asked a few more questions about the dog's village location, population, production and other small things in quick, direct questions to avoid speaking too much. He could see now that the fox seemed to tease him more while he spoke, which was probably intentional and though he really felt like kicking the fox away now there was nothing he could do about it. It was probably part of lord Regnar's "game". By the time he finished with the dog his cock felt completely wet with his own pre as the fox's now sticky fingers kept sliding over it to tease it.

"I believe that is all I need. Your request will be judged and you may return in a full moon cycle for an official answer."

The coyote spoke without looking up, writing his final notes and confident he managed to get through the first appointment with no trouble. Maybe this wasn't going to be that hard at all. The dog made another clumsy bow before he left and Anken sighed in relief as he did. He thought he'd get some time to rest and try to do something with the damned fox before the next appointment, but apparently the deals with the dog took longer than he expected for when the dog opened the door to leave, a line could already be seen by the door and the next appointment, a wolf with noble clothes, stepped in.

The audition with the wolf, that was actually a successful merchant, took much longer than the previous one. The wolf went on and on about how he couldn't properly manage his trade routes cause some roads weren't safe. Anken managed to keep up with him, writing everything down even though he now had the claws of his other hand digging in the desk while the fox continued to mercilessly tease his cock. He'd actually gotten close to cumming only from the fox's slow stroking. He didn't want to cum as he wasn't sure he could keep his composure intact through the pleasure of release and cause he'd make a mess under the desk. At least that's what the logical part of his mind said. On the other hand, the constant, amazing pleasure was just a spark of what releasing would be and he couldn't help but to feel an urge to hump at the fox's hand and bathe in the amazing sensation of orgasm. But that was completely out of question. The fox was indeed very experienced though, as he seemed to know when his teases were about to finish the coyote and stopped completely when it was close, for Anken's relief and frustration. It didn't take more than a few minutes for him to start teasing again.

As the wolf merchant left and the audiences went on, Anken soon learnt that dealing with nobles was a lot harder than dealing with commoners. Commoners seemed afraid of him and just accepted whatever he said. Nobles were cocky and, since they knew he was nothing but a scribe, felt they were above him, showering him with demands and trying to intimidate him as if it was his duty to provide whatever they wanted.

Two nobles, three merchants and six commoners later the best part of the afternoon was already gone. As the commoner that was asking for a supply of weapons for his town guard's stepped out Anken sighed audibly. His hand was shaky while he wrote now and his ears couldn't help but stay a little low. His hard cock pulsed hard under the desk and the fox wasn't even touching it right now. It was around the middle of the afternoon that the fox had made him let out a small yelp during a response to a noble when he wrapped his muzzle around the coyote's cock. Being just as good with his tongue as he was with his fingers, the warm muzzle was much more effective in keeping Anken's cock on the edge. After getting so close to orgasm eight times and the fox stopping, he now felt so close to it that the fox had to spend more time waiting and casually teasing his balls than really sucking him to prevent him from finishing.

Through the window he could see the sun was almost setting down. He prayed prince Regnar would come back soon and at the same time he dreaded what was coming. He wanted to cum so, so badly, but he didn't want to do it in front of the prince. But if it was under the desk and inside the fox's muzzle maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the door. As he looked up, he saw the guard that stood watching over the line grabbing the dog commoner that was just about to go in and pulling him back outside. The dog complained at first, but he soon fell silent and bowed as a white wolf walked past him and inside the office, closing the door behind him and leaving the dog outside to wait longer.

Anken's eyes went wide in surprise and he made an automatic motion to stand up in respect but halted as he remembered he couldn't . The white wolf dressed in fine royal clothing standing in front of him was fifth prince Raenn. Anken knew the fifth prince very well, though his reputation was mostly of a playful slacker. Fifth prince Raenn featured a slender build having shown no interest in the military like his third brother. He studied as he grew up like every other noble, but never showing any interest in politics or religion either everyone knew he spent most of his day doing menial tasks for his brothers or locked in his room with one (or a few) pleasure slaves.

"Lord Raenn. It's a pleasure and a surprise to have you here, my lord."

The coyote spoke with his respectful tone, but he soon regretted it. He was sure the fox's muzzle enveloped his cock once more surely because he heard the coyote was in the presence of a prince. His hand grabbed the edge of the desk strongly, making an effort to keep his straight face and polite smile despite the warm tongue caressing his eager, pulsing cock. Even more as the wolf stepped closer to the desk.

"I thought this military audience was supposed to be held by my lord brother. Where is he and what are you doing here?"

The harshness in the voice of the wolf surprised Anken. He seemed angry and unlike his usual self.

"I'm sorry, my lord. Lord Regnar has put me in charge of the audience today as he had other important matters to attend to."

The wolf let out a small growl seeming frustrated. The coyote observed, intimidated. This didn't seem at all like the prince Raenn he knew so well, but he had no time to think about that having to focus on holding himself from seriously humping the damned fox's muzzle that continued to suck slowly and teasingly at his shaft under the desk. With prince Raenn angry like this there could be no telling what he'd do if he found out...

"Very well, I suppose I can still work with that. You're at least a scribe, aren't you? I need the latest documented count you have regarding the military weapon supplies and soldiers."

The wolf carelessly browsed through the shelves of scrolls and books while speaking in a calm, almost cold tone. It reminded Anken of the second prince, which was the worse of them all.

"The counts, my lord? But... their access is restricted. I helped write them but I don't know if even I can gh... have them."

He cursed the fox in his mind once more. The fox's tongue was nibbling at the tip of his throbbing shaft before he stopped once more, knowing the release was so very close again. Anken's breath was heavier as he tried to focus on the conversation while his cock pulsed with need, ready to release but left alone once more. He noticed the wolf was looking at him again with those angry, colder eyes as he stepped closer to the desk once more. For a second the coyote was sure he'd noticed what was going on under it.

"You WILL get them for me. Right now. That's an order. I don't care how you do it I'm just telling you to d..."

"Little brother!!"

The coyote's ears were flat against his head while the wolf scolded him, but for his relief it was prince Regnar's return that interrupted the wolf as the big black wolf entered the office and headed straight to the white wolf, a big grin in his muzzle, before grabbing the smaller wolf by his neck around his arm grappling him and using his other hand to mess up the fur in his head while the white wolf grunted and struggled. A common sight between the two.

"What are you doing here? Got tired of whoring around slaves and decided to do some actual work?"

When the black wolf finally released the smaller one, he stood straight and tried to fix his hair with his hands, but now, for Anken's surprise, he seemed to be smiling happily.

"Haha! Yeah, kinda. Errands again. I need the latest counts for weapons and soldiers. The great second prince's orders."

Anken raised an eyebrow watching as, with his brother, the fifth prince seemed quite like his old self again. A polar opposite of how he'd been acting so far. Still, as he pondered over it the fox suddenly enveloped his hard cock with his muzzle once more, resuming the slow, teasing sucking motion and making him let out a small moan. The black wolf glanced at him as he did and he could see the grin on his face get bigger before he continued talking to the white wolf.

"Counts, eh? Now why the heck would he ask for something like that?"

"I dunno. He never says, you know that."

"Well, you got it right there. Alright alright. Go wait outside and tell the guards to dismiss the rest of the audience appointments for the day. I'll wrap things up with my faithful lil' scribe here and then I'll see what I can do for you."

The white wolf nodded happily with satisfaction as he walked out of the office. The black wolf scratched his head as he watched him go, seemingly thinking, but as soon as the door closed his grin returned as he approached the desk.

"So, how did it go? Did you enjoy the fun afternoon I prepared for you?"

Anken's ears went back as his face turned red once more. His claws still gripping the desk tightly while the fox continued to suck him relentlessly.

"Y... yes, my lord. Quite enjoyable. I wrote everything down and organized it by topic, urgency and relevance. I hope you'll find it easy to r..."

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure you wrote everything those needy bastards needed. Now, you know what I'm talking about, eh?"

With that, the wolf grabbed the cloth over the desk to lift it. Anken's face turned crimson red as he could do nothing as the wolf looked down at the fox eagerly sucking his hard, throbbing cock. Even his knot was out and fully on display.

"It... proved to be very... distracting, my lord. Now if your highness would be so kind as to tell him to finish things up I'd be... thankful"

The coyote chose his words carefully. He wanted to cum SO bad. He didn't want to seem to eager as he felt extremely embarassed by the situation, but at this point...

"What are you saying? You're saying you want me, a prince, to order him to make you CUM? In front of me? Just like that?"

There it was, the wolf's grin again. He was clearly having much fun with this. The coyote had no choice but to seem polite again.

"O.. of course not, my lord! I just..."

"Then you want me to order him to stop doing such vulgar things to you right here in the office, where it's hardly appropriate, correct?"

Anken looked at the wolf's grin again. He was being given no choice once more. Despite it all being obviously the wolf's game he couldn't say he wanted to cum here and now. But he DID want it. So badly. The fox was sucking him faster now, he felt so close. Just a few more moments like this and it would all be done. Just keeping his serious expression was hard enough. Yet he had to say what he had to say.

"Yes, my lord. P... please make him stop. It's not appropriate."

He looked at the wolf with pleading eyes as he said that. He hoped the wolf would order the fox to make him cum anyways. He knew he'd be much more embarassed afterwards and that the wolf would have that to use against him if he did, but he just wanted it so bad. Still, the wolf snapped his claws and, to his utter frustration, the fox stopped.

"Very well, that's better. You can get up and leave now then."

The fox tuckered his cock back inside his pants and tied them back on. He almost cummed just from the efforts of the fox to fit his throbbing, knotted cock back into his tight pants, that now displayed a huge bulge in front of them. He couldn't hide the disappointment from his face as he looked to the wolf again, who was still grinning. Standing up was an effort as well. As his cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants, he could feel himself letting out drops of pre inside them. He was still so very close. He wasn't sure he'd be able to walk like this.

"You did a great job here today lil' yote! I won't forget about that. In fact, I'll probably call you again soon so we can work together again and continue to have fun, eh? Loooots of fun!"

The wolf put a paw on the coyote' s shoulder as he spoke. The big wolf towering over him, he still smiled politely even though his ears were still down in embarassment as the bulge in his pants was so obvious.

"And don't worry, I know how to reward those who please me. You can bet I sure do!"

As he said that, the wolf's other paw moved straight to grab at the coyote's bulge. This time Anken couldn't suppress a moan as the movement caught him completely off-guard. His face blushed furiously again as he looked down at the wolf prince groping his hard, throbbing and ready to burst cock. He was about to object when the wolf's hand took a firm grip of the obvious outline of his cock over his pants and started massaging it. Pumping it. He felt the pleasure rising in him once more. The pleasure of getting so close to cumming nine times in a row and then having it halted. It felt so godly good, and he could feel the climax coming closer. Too close. His hands moved to grab at the prince's wrist. Both of them grabbed and pushed the wolf's hand away, but the wolf forced against him with no apparent effort, continuing to massage and play with his cock over his pants.

"P... please, my lord! I can't...!"

He spoke desperately. He knew he couldn't hold himself anymore. The pleasure was so high even from clumsy, raw movement over his pants like this. He felt the surge of pleasure coursing through his body as his throbbing cock went over the edge. It felt heavenly good and he couldn't help but let out a loud moan. His legs trembled and he barely managed to keep standing, leaning forward on the big wolf's chest, as his cock started pulsing to finally release his load. Through the glory of his climax he didn't even mind at first as he felt the warmness of his seed soaking through his underwear and pants all over his crotch and balls. His cock pumping jet after jet inside his pants after being denied it for so long.

After several seconds of heavenly pleasure, the feeling started to wind down as his cock spurt out the last drops of cum in his pants. The pleasure slowly being replaced by incredible shame as he looked down to see a huge dark spot in his pants as the cum soaked through his underwear to reach it. He covered it with both his hands as his ears folded down against his head. The warm, sticky seed inside his underwear felt incredibly uncomfortable.

The fox giggled standing up for the first time after crawling out from under the desk, while the wolf just plain laughed in amusement, cleaning his hand, apparently messed up with cum too, on the coyote's shirt.

"Hah! Such a needy boy you are! Cumming in front of a lord! And look at the mess you made!"

The wolf still laughed, grinning while looking down at the coyote's messed up pants, which he still tried helplessly to conceal holding both his paws over it.

"I... I'm so sorry, my lord. I mean..."

"Don't worry lad! You did a great job here today. Who knew these mind numbing audiences could end up being fun? I'll be sure to call you again some time. And maybe send you a little something tonight as well. You'd like that, eh?"

The coyote looked up at him and glanced at the fox but clearly too embarassed to say anything.

"Now come on, go do whatever else you scribes do at night cause I still have to deal with this paperwork. Oh, and send my lil' brother in on the way out, will you? Thanks!"

With that, the wolf gave the coyote a slap in his ass, which brought a quick "Yes, my lord!" followed by quick steps towards the door. Anken was much relieved to finally be rid of the wolf's games, even though he still had to reach his rooms with his underwear sticky and his pants looking like he wet himself. Leaving the room and closing the door, he saw the white wolf waiting outside with his arms crossed.

"Lord prince Regnar is waiting for you now, Lord Raenn."

Anken said politely with a small bow of his head, but the wolf had that cold, almost calculating look again. It made the fur behind his neck stand up. As the wolf glanced down at his pants he could see a hint of a smile in his muzzle, which made the coyote's ears to go down once more, but without saying a word the wolf passed by him and went inside the room.

He didn't have time to ponder over prince Raenn's weird behavior, as he still had to make his way to his room like this, change clothes and a lot of work left to do in the library. As he hurried to his room, he feared what would prince Regnar demand of him next time he called.