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The scenery was stunning. It was a beautiful spring day. The flowers were in bloom and Mount Olympus in the distance was still snow capped. But the most breathtaking view of all was that of my young Prince getting in his morning exercise. Not that he was alone, most of the young nobles from the Royal Court of Macedonia also worked out in the morning. All of them were handsome felines, but all of them paled in comparison to the young Prince.

He was a young golden Lion, just on the cusp of adulthood. His sleek coat glowed in the morning sun. He was lithe and muscular as he strode around the track, the power and grace in his stride were unlike any of the other young felines. But the thing I loved most about the morning exercise sessions at the academy was that my charges exercised in the nude. Those nubile young bodies with their dangly bits flopping all around as they ran had me hardening. Most of the youngsters had the typical modest feline endowment. But Alexander took after his late father, with a member that would have done a canid proud.

You may wonder why I spend so much time watching these naked young nobles. Well young though I may be at 24 years old I am the Philosopher at the Royal Academy. I had been Plato's prized pupil at the Academy in Athens and King Philip hired me away to set up an Academy in Mieza. I was to teach his son and the other young nobles that the Prince had chosen to join in his education. Since he was so precocious nearly all his friends were older than him by several years, but he still outstripped them all in intelligence and physical prowess. The Old King had also picked a few sons of high ranking nobles that Alexander was not friends with. I still remember the conversation on the day the King first introduced me to the then Prince.

"But Father I don't like Kassandros and he doesn't like me. You said I could pick my friends to go to school with." Alexander said.

"Yes I did, but I didn't say they would be the only ones. Have I left anyone off of the list that you've asked for?" Phillip replied.

"No Father."

"Think of it as learning politics, and how to handle your subjects. Sometimes you have to deal with cats you don't like. How could I allow Parmenio's son to attend and leave out Antipatros' son? It would cause no end of strife."

"I understand Father." Alexander replied. And he did understand and made the best of the situation.

I had been selected despite my age and my breed because I was the most brilliant student the Academy had ever produced. In King Philip's mind that overrode the fact that I was a Caracal. Slight of build and of common birth (like nearly all Caracals) I didn't fit in with the felines of the Royal Court. A Caracal was much more likely to serve in a pleasure house than in the court of a major King. We were exotic and fairly androgynous, not the heavy bodied, testosterone laced big cats that normally staffed a Royal Court.

In less than a week I had become smitten with the young Prince. But it wasn't sexuality that attracted me to the young Prince. In addition to his beauty he was intellectually brilliant. I was the top student at the Academy in Athens, yet it only took a few days to realize that Alexander was even more innately intelligent than I was. He was my prize pupil, but because of his responsibilities as King he would never have the time to devote become a true Philosopher. But that also wasn't the reason either.

The young Prince just had a charisma, the like of which I'd never experienced before. His friends followed him not so much because he was the Prince, but because the force of his personality would not allow otherwise. They didn't follow him with a fawning servility, they followed with elan and esprit de corps to prove that they were worthy of being members of his court.

It only took a few minutes of being in the Prince's presence to realize you were in the presence of GREATNESS. I had been raised in the Academy among some of the most intellectual big cats in Athens and I had never been intimidated. But being in the presence of this 13 year old Lion was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

Of course there were a few sycophants who lacked sincerity and only wanted to use hem for advancement. The King could see these people coming from a mile away, and treated them accordingly.

Fortunately I didn't fall into the aforementioned category. Like the rest of his true friends I sincerely adored him. I had originally come here because the old King had paid me a fortune to take the position and for the opportunity all Philosophers desire most, the opportunity to mold a King. I had planned on completing my assignment and using the money to build a rival Academy in Athens.

But I hadn't counted on falling in love with Alexander. I don't mean sexual love, although I hoped that there would be plenty of that, since I was in charge of ALL of their education, including their sexual education. I realized almost immediately how special he was and how I would be willing to throw away everything I had to follow him.

Being a Caracal was a major advantage in one aspect of my job. Part of the training was their sexual training and I was uniquely qualified to teach it. Not to brag but I was very attractive in a submissive way. In addition to my exotic looks I had a petite lithe dancers body that would give any red blooded virile alpha big cat an immediate hard on.

Most of the students had some sexual experience, since most of them were at least 16 years old. The Prince was very precocious and in most things he was already more advanced than the rest of the young lords. But in sexuality he was a little slow to reach puberty. Which is not uncommon among the really big cats. I could tell that he was just starting to awaken sexually. I planned on being the one that awakened it.

As I said I was responsible for his sexual education as well as his academic education. In our culture, unlike the canid civilizations to the north, bisexuality is the norm. In fact most of our important relationships are male/male, male/female relationships are for reproduction and raising of offspring. Because of that it was not unusual for an adult to show a young man the ropes, so to speak. When I was first brought in the Prince was just going through puberty. So after about a week on the job I gave our sex education lesson. It's always interesting to talk about sex when your class consists of adolescent males.

"Today we're going to talk about sex education. We are a little different from the farm animals and feral animals. When you mate farm animals of a different breeds you get mixed breeds. But in our species the breed is determined by what the father is. We don't understand why, but it just is. If that wasn't the case we'd all be mixed breeds by now. It also helps us figure out if our wives are cuckolding us. If her cub isn't your breed you know it's not yours." I told them, which drew quite a chuckle.

"Now I'm sure you all think you know all about sex." I heard snickers from the students. "Since you all seem to be experts, who can tell me why we have barbs on the head of our penis?"

One of the older students, a Lion named Ptolemy, said snidely, "So we can blow a load when we rub them!" He said shaking his paw imitating someone jerking off. Everyone chuckled adolescently.

"Wrong! But that's a nice fringe benefit." I said to even more chuckles. "It's because even when a female is in heat she won't get pregnant until she is stimulated by the barbs. Also really well endowed studs with longer barbs who really stimulate their mates can sometimes induce the female to have twins. That's why our females vaginas are so tight. Well at least when you mate in the same position as feral cats. If you have sex face to face your penis ends up in a blind alley of the vagina which isn't as tight and won't release their eggs. Even if they are in heat and you have sex face to face they won't get pregnant."

"That's also why it doesn't hurt so much when you have anal sex, the rectum isn't quite as tight, so the barbs don't bite into it, they just rub across and stimulate the sensitive tissue. And I can tell you from past experience it feels wonderful for both the giver and the receiver."

"One of the other things that a female in heat can inspire is repeated orgasms. It's not uncommon when you are mating with a female in heat for you to cum eight to ten times in a night. With some of you virile lions sometimes even more. Even if you normally can only achieve three or four orgasms in an evening."

"One of the perks of this position is I can offer private lessons so you can learn how to do it right..." I said raising my tail seductively. All of my young charges were virile and attractive, there wasn't one of them that I wouldn't willingly lift my tail for. And from the looks on their faces they definitely found me attractive enough to do the dirty deed with. But the one that looked at me with the most longing was the young Prince.

After class was over he came up to me and said, "Headmaster I'd like the private lessons you talked about today." His arousal was apparent under his chiton. He was having those embarrassing erections that all of us go through at that age. So I took him into my study and closed the door, locking it.

"I see you've been having problems with your penis." I said with a chuckle. You couldn't miss the tent in his chiton.

"Yeah, It seems to have a mind of it's own." He replied.

I explained to him all the workings of his sexuality as best as we understand them, then I got down to the task of demonstrating how to take care of things. I asked him to undress, which wasn't a big deal, he was used to exercising naked in front of me. But he wasn't used to having a full blown hard on in front of me. He was completely out of his sheath, the barbs at the head of his cock already flared. Even though he was just going through puberty, he was already more well endowed than I was. In fact he was already larger than most adult felines. He had almost 6 inches with a really fine set of barbs. When he matured he was going to be one hell of a breeder. With a tool like his he would have a great chance of stimulating the females to have twins.

I took my chiton off too, so I could use myself to demonstrate the proper way of masturbating. But I couldn't resist the idea of milking his virgin cum out of him. I got on my knees in front of him. I took in the aroma of his developing manhood. The nuances of his scent were something I memorized, storing it away for to use as stroke material when I was alone.

I was drawn to those densely packed barbs. I ran my tongue over them sending a shiver of delight up his spine. I paused for a moment to make him wait in anticipation. While I did, I unsheathed my middle claw and ran it lightly down his sensitive taint all the way up to his balls, just tantalizing the nerves right under the skin. When I was half way up his taint I gave his barbs another lick which elicited a low moan. I blew lightly across his barbs titillating and teasing them, giving him sensations he never experienced before. I slowly stroked the base of his cock and took the barbs into my muzzle. I covered my teeth with my lips and started to bob up and down over his barb studded glans. Row after row of barbs ran over my lips, stoking his inner fires each time they sprang back. I was doing my best to keep him on the edge for his first experience, but young studs like my Prince generally had a hair trigger. I knew I'd have to finish him off soon, we could get to more detailed lessons after he'd cum a couple of times.

And with that I took him all the way down my throat and started massaging his barbs with my throat muscles. I reached up with my paw and caressed his furry orbs. I was hard as a rock, turned on by the thought that I would be the one to get his first seed.

My wait ended almost immediately as his balls drew up and he sprayed his seed on the back of my throat. I pulled my head back until he was spurting his precious fluid on my tongue. He finished cumming and as I slid my muzzle off of him I ran my finger up his urethra to get the last few drops of his essence. I savored it for a moment before I swallowed. I'd never tasted someone so young or so sweet before.

I got up off of my knees and stood in front of him. He still had his eyes closed. Even at his young age he was already half a head taller than me so I put my arms around his neck and got up on my toes. I pulled his head down and brought my lips to his. He was still in his post-orgasmic bliss when our lips touched. He opened his eyes in surprise, but he didn't pull back from me. I parted my lips and ran my tongue across his lips. He got the idea quick enough and opened his muzzle, and my tongue darted deftly into his mouth.

His mouth was fresh tasting. He responded when my tongue touched his. He pressed his lips more firmly against mine and chased my tongue back into my muzzle with his strong broad tongue. Because of our size difference his tongue barely fit into my muzzle, but that didn't matter, it just emphasized his dominance over me. He pulled away breathlessly.

"That was nice my Prince." I said dreamily. "Did you enjoy your lesson so far?"

"It was awesome!" He said with a big toothy grin. I think I'm gonna need daily lessons." He added with a cub-like giggle.

"My Prince can have lessons whenever he desires. It's my job to serve you however you desire. If you'd like I could "tutor" you before class so you won't be distracted by the "Little Prince" during our regular lessons." I said reaching down and caressing his still semi-erect member.

"I think that could be useful." He said trying to sound pragmatic.

"Yes if you aren't thinking with the "little Prince" you might be better able to pay attention in class..." I said with a wink.

"You also need to learn to pleasure your partner even if you're the dom. Besides I have as much or more fun pleasuring my partner as when I get serviced. A good lover takes great satisfaction in being able to bring their partner to the heights of ecstasy." I said as I guided his massive paw to my maleness. He caressed it with a clumsy gentleness, then I led him over to the couch.

I got on my back on the couch, it would not be appropriate for my Prince to be kneeling in front of me like a slave. "Straddle me my Prince." I said as I guided him above me into a 69 position. He brought his muzzle down to my leaking member, and for the first time he got a wiff of a partner in full submission mode. I heard a possessive purr/growl rumble in his throat. Which of course sent a new wave of submission pheromones up to greet his sensitive nose. He shook his head as if to clear it while his erection sprang back to life above my head.

"Smells good doesn't it, my Prince?" I queried.

"Hell Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically.

"Go ahead and taste it."

He bent his head down and licked my four inch maleness with this rough broad tongue. It had been a while since I'd had my barbs stimulated by a tongue and never by a tongue as rough and broad as the Prince's. I spurted pre, which he eagerly lapped up. Without any urging he took me completely into his muzzle and started nursing on me like a cub on his mothers teat. It was all I could do to to keep from blowing too fast as I moaned out my pleasure. I was on the edge when he ran that rough tongue across my barbs. That was all it took before my tiny stones drew up and I surrendered my seed to my Prince. He savored my meager load in his mouth before swallowing it.

To my surprise he turned around and lay down beside me, pulling me close to him in an affectionate hug, his huge body just about enveloping mine. For a moment he just held me and purred quietly to himself.

"Have you enjoyed the lesson so far my Prince?" I asked deferentially.

"Yeah it was great..." He paused for a moment then said. "I think having feelings for your partner makes it even better. I wasn't sure if I'd like having a Philosopher as my teacher, I've seen some that are rather full of themselves. But you're not like that at all. I really like you." He finished then licked my nose pad affectionately.

"I feel honored my Prince. I like you also." I replied in the biggest understatement of my life. I relished being held by this young god. I buried my muzzle into the hollow of his neck. We rested together for a while, just enjoying being with each other. After about 10 minutes I could feel his maleness stirring against me.

"Are you ready for the main event my Prince?" I asked, instinctively lifting my tail from the dominance pheromones still in the air.

"Hell yeah! It's not every day that you get to fuck the teacher." He said with a big grin. I didn't bother to mention that I'd been fantasizing about getting stabbed with his big weapon since I first saw it. He as already larger than any of the cats at the Academy who had taken me. If I trained him right I might have my own personal stud for the next couple of years.

I grabbed his paw and led him over to the bed. He followed me over, his erection pointing the way. I laid myself submissively on the bed and beckoned him to join me.

He got up on the bed and I said, "Here's something you can learn about dealing with your underlings. You're the Prince. It's within your power to take whoever you want however you want to take them. But in my short time with you I've seen that you might be the kind of cat that would like to please your partner, not just take pleasure from them."

"Can you teach me that?" He asked.

"Of course." I replied. "The first thing you need to realize that with a monster like you've got in your sheath you have to do a lot of foreplay." I added as I pulled my knees up to my chest. "The best way to get your partner ready is to use your tongue. That's true whether it's a male or a female partner."

"You mean I'm supposed to lick your asshole?" He said making a face at me.

"Trust me, if you try it you'll like it." I said.

He shrugged and bent his head down to my brown eye. He tentatively stuck out his broad tongue and touched it against my opening. I was a sucker for a rim job, they always made me want to give myself to the cat doing the licking. But this wasn't just any cat, this was the Prince. I was already starting to understand that I was fated to willingly give myself to him. My submission pheromones flooded out of my body as I completely surrendered to the young Prince. He spent a fair amount of time lapping at my nether hole before finally coming up with a huge grin on his muzzle.

"Can you smell and taste the submission pheromones? That shows how much I really want it from you. If you don't smell them, that cat is probably faking that they want you."

"Yeah they really get you excited. I want you now!" He said aggressively.

"I want you to. But you need to be gentle with that big cock you're wielding. Put it in gently and let me get used to it." I reached my tiny paw up to caress his square jaw. "I've never taken one this big before, so be gentle."

He looked down at me tenderly and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He carefully placed the tip of his maleness at my pucker and slowly applied pressure until I opened up for him. His barbs slid into my opening. As I said I had never had someone so large and I gasped as he popped into me. The Prince stopped immediately and asked, "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine, just give me a second." I said smiling up at my Prince. "As I said I've never had someone so large before and I haven't had anyone in months, so I'm a little tight." After a pause I continued. "Go ahead and slowly push the rest of it into me."

He slowly worked the rest of that thick shaft into me until I felt his virile balls settle against my tight little Caracal ass. When he was seated in me I gave a sigh of relief and contentment. Relief because it was a little painful, I'd never taken anyone that size before, and I hadn't taken anyone at all in a couple of months. Contentment because I finally had my young Prince where I'd wanted him since the first time I'd met him.

I was really glad that I'd taken the edge off of him by giving him a blow job first. If I hadn't I'm sure he would have cum already. As it was now he was able to hold steady in me while I was adjusting to his girth. The pain was receding and I was left with a very satisfying feeling of fullness. The fact that it was the cat above all others that I wanted to surrender completely to made the experience all the more special. I was so happy that a tear formed in my eye.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"No it feels wonderful." I said as I reached up to caress his handsome muzzle. "And what's even better is that it's you inside of me..." I lifted my muzzle to lick his nose pad. "You said you wanted to fuck your teacher. Well your teacher is eager to be royally fucked."

He grinned at me and slowly withdrew his cock, savoring every inch of my tight warm tunnel. He eased himself back in, filling the void in my body and soul. Soon he was working in and out of me with the speed and power that only a young Lion possesses. I'd never experienced being taken so masterfully. Maybe it was just his charisma, but I wanted to surrender my whole being to him.

He paused for a moment to put my knees up over his shoulders so he could drive himself in even deeper. It changed the angle so he was driving directly against my pleasure spot. Despite my experience, the pounding on it was bringing me to my climax early. No one had ever made me lose control before, but I couldn't hold back any longer.

One last virile thrust set me off. "I'm cumming my Prince!" I cried out and my sphincter clenched down hard on that big thick cock as I exploded into my orgasm. Each spurt of my seed was accompanied by a contraction and on the fifth one the Prince finally followed me into ecstasy.

"Aaarrrgghhhhh!" He cried out as he thrust one last time deep inside me. I could feel his barbs flare in me as I felt his royal seed jet into the depths of my compliant body. He gripped me tight as he tried to seed me and make me his.

And I was HIS. To use as he pleased. Not because he was a Prince, I would die before I would let a tyrant force me to be his. I belonged to him because he was a leader that was worth following. I would teach him everything he would need to know, but it would be his charisma that would make warriors follow him to the ends of the Earth. I would have given myself to him even if he was a commoner, it was what he was not who he was that commanded my allegiance.

We rested there, both of us panting too hard to speak. I gazed up at him with unabashed adoration. And he looked down on me like the cat that had got the cream, grinning ear to ear.

I was the one that caught my breath first. "Did my Prince enjoy the lesson?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"When can we do it again?" He asked breathlessly.

"Whenever my Prince desires and as often as you want to. All you have to do is ask." I told him.

"If it's up to me, you won't ever be sleeping in your room." He said with a grin.

"I can only hope that you are serious about that my Prince." I said looking up at him with a longing I'd never felt before.

"I'm very serious. That is as long as you are giving yourself to me willingly and not out of duty to your Prince. "

"No one has ever brought me to my climax before I allowed it, until you did it just now. No one has ever had mastery over me like that before. And nor has anyone ever had mastery over my heart before my Prince. I will always give myself willingly to you." And with that he pulled his softening member out of me and to my surprise licked my seed off of my belly and chest where it had sprayed. And when he was done I cleaned him where my seed had splattered his fur. Then we lay down beside each other, the Prince spooning me as we drifted off into blessed slumber.

From then on that's how every day went. My Prince was the dutiful attentive student during the day, but he ruled my world every night. Time flew by as it does when your days are filled with love, but nothing stays perfect forever.

I had only been there a year when tragedy struck. It was a celebration of King Philip unifying all of Greece. He had plans of now building a unified Greek army to liberate the Greek cities of Asia minor from the Persians. He had planned a big celebration with Olympic type games and he was there to start the games. The Prince was in the Royal Box with his mother Queen Olympias. I was not in the Royal Box but the King had made sure I had good seats nearby. I was very fond of the King and he was pleased with how I was running the Royal Academy.

Everything was going as planned when the King in a moment of hubris decided to go up and start the games without any bodyguards. I guess he was feeling invulnerable after all of his victories. But it was a huge mistake because one of the guards rushed the stage and thrust a sword into the Kings heart before anyone could stop him. He tried to escape but he was soon overtaken and killed on the spot.

The whole scene was pandemonium as everyone panicked at the site of the King lying in a heap on the stage. The King's bodyguards immediately went to the Royal Box, surrounded the Prince and the Queen and escorted them back to the castle. I just stood there crying for the fallen King that had treated me so kindly. I hadn't even thought about what might happen to me since my benefactor was now dead.

I recovered enough to head back to my temporary room in the castle, my fate in the balance. I wanted to stay here with the Prince who had my heart and my allegiance, but I had no idea what the political climate would hold. I waited in my room until darkness had fallen when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door to find two armed guards, a jaguar and a panther, waiting at the door.

"You need to come with me." The jaguar said with no emotion in his eyes or his voice.

My mind was racing but I had no choice but to follow them. Was I suspected of being involved in some sort of plot against the King? I was an alien, maybe they thought I was disloyal. I was as frightened as a Caracal could possibly be. We are not generally brave like the big cats. I was not familiar with the castle, my school was in Mieza while the castle was in Pella. We finally stopped in front of a door and the jaguar knocked on the door.

"We have brought the Philosopher my Prince." He said.

"Please bring him in." The voice I heard was that of my Prince, but I still was not sure of my fate.

They opened the door and led me in. I could see that the Prince had been crying in grief over losing his Father. There were tear stains in the fur under his eyes and his eyes were bloodshot. My heart pained to see him in such distress. They led me in front of my Lord.

"You two can leave." Alexander told the guards.

"Your Highness we cannot leave you unprotected and alone." The jaguar protested.

"I have no fear of my teacher, I trust him completely. If he had wanted me dead he could have killed me in my sleep many times." He assured them.

"But that may have given away the plan to kill the King, maybe this is the second step." The jaguar persisted.

"I understand your concern. But leave us." The Prince said in a tone that left no room for argument.

The two guards left the room and when they were gone to my surprise the Prince rushed toward me and embraced me, before breaking out in heart wrenching sobs. I held him protectively, grateful beyond imagination that he still trusted me. After a few moments he regained his composure. By the time he released me I knew what I wanted to do. I knew that this was the King I wanted to follow for the rest of my life.

"My Prince I'd like to ask a boon..."

"Ask."

"I would like to request Macedonian citizenship." I begged.

"Are you saying you wish to stay here permanently?"

"Yes my Lord." I replied.

"Of course I'll grant it." He said.

With that I dropped to my knees and swore the oath of fealty to my King. "If I break faith with you then may the seas rise up and drown me, may the green hills open up and swallow me, may the stars of heaven fall on me and crush me out of life for ever"

"I accept you pledge, but it wasn't necessary. I know what's in your heart and I trust you completely..." He replied. I want you to stay here with me tonight. I don't want to be alone."

"Of course my Prince. I understand your grief. I too am saddened by the King's death, he hired me and had always treated me fairly." I said honestly. We stayed together that night, and although all we did was sleep it solidified our bond.

Alexander became the King in a ceremony the next day. Although he was the King in name, his mother Queen Olympias was the Regent and would remain so until he finished his education.

A couple of months before the King was ready to graduate from the Royal Academy I happened to meet Cassiopeia for the first time. We had come to Pella from the Royal Academy for the Queen's birthday and we stayed for a week. She was passing through the Agora on the way to do some shopping. Even though she was modestly dressed it didn't hide her beauty. She looked a little lost so I boldly walked up to her and asked her if she needed help. We struck up a conversation, and for a female she seemed fairly well informed. I learned that she was the Treasury Minister's daughter, and I immediately noticed the resemblance.

I introduced myself, "I'm Aristotle, the headmaster at the Royal Academy."

"I think everyone knows who you are." She said in a kind manner. I guessed that was true. I went everywhere with the King. "Well I need to go." She said.

I didn't think much of the conversation until the next day. I had just let the students go to lunch when the Treasury Minister came up to me. "May I have a moment of your time Headmaster?" He asked quite cordially.

"Of course my Lord." I said perplexed. I had never spoken to him privately before.

"My daughter tells me the two of you spoke in the Agora yesterday."

"Yes we did my Lord, but I swear I said nothing untoward..."

"Of course you didn't Headmaster, I'm not here to make accusations. She said you were quite the gentlecat and that she quite enjoyed the conversation. That's why I'm here. She is of age to marry, and I would consider you an appropriate suitor if you are interested."

"Sure you jest my Lord, I'm just a lowly Cacaral." I said, not sure what to make of the offer.

He laughed then said, "Yes you are a Caracal, but I think lowly hardly describes you. You are perhaps the most influential cat in the entire court. I don't think our young King worries that you are 'only' a Caracal."

I had never really considered my place in the court, but he was correct in that the King trusted me more than anyone and he valued my opinion. "That would be intriguing my Lord. You've caught me off guard. Would it offend you if I took the night to think it over."

"I didn't expect an answer today Headmaster, so no I wouldn't be offended. Can I meet you here tomorrow at the same time?"

"Yes, I'll have an answer for you then."

I didn't know Cassiopeia very well. It was an arranged marriage. Snow Leopards, while stunningly beautiful are below Lions and Jaguars and on the same level as Leopards. But they are much higher than a Caracal. We are among the lowest of the low. We are one of the smallest and meekest of all the cats. We are just commoners when we aren't relegated to slaves.

I was only able to go to the Academy because of an unusual set of circumstances. My parents were servants of Leonidas, a minor lord in Athens who had graduated from the Academy. Lord Leonidas was a Leopard with an estate and a vineyard on the outskirts of Athens. My parents were household servants, not slaves and we had quarters in the main house.

Lord Leonidas was childless and he took a fancy to me. He enjoyed having me around and he let me be his personal servant. While I was a youngster this just meant fetching him anything he wanted and accompanying him everywhere he went. So I followed him everywhere including trips to the Academy, to meet with his friends.

When they talked to each other I soaked it all in like a sponge. By the time I was twelve years old I was taking part in the discussions. At first I was somewhat of a mascot, a tiny little Caracal among all these adult big cats. But soon my intellect had gained their respect. So much so that Plato sponsored me at the Academy when I was fifteen. By the time I was 24 years old my reputation was such that King Philip had hired me. And that was how a lowly little Caracal had become the chief confidante of the most powerful King in Greece.

And that is also why I was offered her hand in marriage. Being the father-in-law of the King's confidante was a much more powerful position than being the father-in-law of a minor lord. The only one that may have lost out was Cassiopeia. She would never get to experience a real stud in bed if she had to depend on me. I was a small submissive cat, it was a shame that I would probably never be able to satisfy her sexually. But maybe she would learn to love me despite my short comings. When the King's education was finished I would be incredibly wealthy, so she would never want for material things. Maybe that would be enough to keep her happy.

But first I wanted to ask my King's permission to marry so high above my station...

I waited until that night. We were together every night in his bed. We jokingly still referred to it as his sex education tutoring. As soon as we closed the door behind us I said, "My King I wanted to tell you first. I have been offered the hand of Cassiopeia, the young snow leopard that is the daughter of your treasury minister. I am asking you for your permission to marry above my station and if you grant me that permission for your blessing on our union my King."

"I'll grant both of those requests under one condition." My King said with an uncommon seriousness.

"And what is that condition Sire?" I replied uncertainly.

"That you let me be the Best Man at your wedding, then no one can question it." He said breaking into a grin.

"I would be honored to have you as my Best Man Sire." I said now in somewhat of a state of shock.

"You are one lucky stud! I'd give anything to bone a hot babe like Cassiopeia." Alexander said clapping me on the back in congratulations. "Just thinking about it has me hard as a rock!"

"Since I'm the one that caused it I'd be glad to take care of it for you Sire..." I said licking my lips in anticipation. We both stripped out of our chitons, both of our weapons unsheathed and ready for action. I wasted no time in kneeling before my young golden King. He was fully erect, his 8 inch sarissa's head was just bristling with barbs.

I gripped the base and directed it down to my eager muzzle. I ran my rough tongue across his sensitive barbs, causing him to moan and release a volley of pre across my muzzle and nose pad. The dominance pheromones in his pre had me throbbing. There was nothing I enjoyed better than my King using me for his pleasure. I opened my muzzle to take him in and ran my tongue around his barbs again. He put his paws around the back of my skull. He was so aroused that his claws were out and digging slightly into the back of my head, completely controlling me. Of course I had no problem whatsoever submitting to him. I could feel his barbs lightly scratching my throat as he worked my head over his erection. I could hear him rumble half way between a purr and a growl. I reached up and caressed his furry orbs, hoping to coax as much of his seed out of them as possible.

All of a sudden he stopped and pulled my head from his groin. "I need more than this! Assume the position!" He ordered.

I crawled up on the bed. I eagerly crouched down in the mating position and lifted my tail up and to the side, exposing my pucker to my King. He crouched down behind me and put his paws around my hips. He shifted his weight from hind paw to hind paw as his spear searched for it's target. I could feel it probing my entrance, so I adjusted my position to help him hit the target. It only took a handful of thrusts until he hit the mark. I relaxed and let him slide all the way in in one even thrust until his royal jewels were resting against my much smaller pair. He started thrusting into me, possessing me more than he ever had before. I imagined what it would be like to take his cub. Just the thought of that was getting me more aroused than I'd ever been.

It seemed the King was just as aroused. He was driving himself in deeper with each thrust. He grunted each time he bottomed out in me, gripping my hips more firmly with each thrust. I tilted my hips to try to take him as deeply as possible, his barbs marking me deep inside. I was teetering on the brink of spilling my seed, trying my best to hold back until my young King was ready. And that was going to be soon.

Just then he leaned forward, gripped my neck in a mating bite as he thrust one last time and held it deep in me. He let out a roar as his seed jetted deep into me.

I held back no longer and was spraying my seed all over the bed as I imagined I was being filled with Alexander's cub. He held me in place with his powerful jaws as he continued to breed me. I could feel it jetting deep inside me, the power of each jet ebbing until he had spent himself completely in me.

He let go of my neck and rolled onto his side panting. He pulled me onto my side beside him so he was spooning me. He pulled me close to him while we were in the afterglow of our love making. He licked me between my ears and murmured, "Don't let anyone kid you that you're marrying above your station. You may not be Royalty, but there is no one in this kingdom I trust or count on more than you."

"You have no idea how much that means to me Sire." I said deeply moved by his words. "I will never betray that trust my King." I said. After I paused for a moment I asked with a chuckle, "So what had you so turned on when you ravaged me?"

"Well..." He started sheepishly. "I could ask you the same thing..."

"I was imagining what it would be like being bred by you and taking your cub..." I said not hesitating.

He chuckled again and said, "I was imagining I was breeding Cassiopeia."

"She makes you that hot, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah! Of course I couldn't marry her even if you weren't marrying her. I'll have to marry a lioness to keep the Royal bloodline pure. But I can fantasize can't I?" He replied with a wry grin.

"You can do more than fantasize." I said my plan finally formalizing in my head.

"What are you talking about?"

"You could always take the Royal Prerogative." I said.

"I've never heard of it." He replied shaking his head in confusion.

"The Royal Prerogative or the droit du seigneur. It is the ancient right of the King to bed any of his subjects on their wedding night..."

"Are you serious?" He asked dumbfoundedly.

"Very much so my King."

"What if I get her pregnant?"

"I would consider it an honor and a privilege to raise any cub you sire as my own." I said flatly. And with that we held each other closely until sleep overtook us.

June came and signaled the end of the King's education at the Royal Academy. We had a graduation ceremony for all of the students. I also received my payment, and my payment was what the late King Philip had promised me. I was one of the richest cats in all of Macedonia. I couldn't fathom having that much money and what it meant. But what meant even more was that the King wanted me to be his chief adviser. And with his graduation he became King taking over from the Queen.

My wedding day finally arrived. To my surprise the King had invited the Academy all the way from Athens and paid their expenses. They were all proud of my accomplishments with educating the King and they congratulated me on "marrying up". He also paid for my parents to come to the wedding. They would be staying in Macedonia, I was now wealthy enough that I could easily support them.

The King had procured the priest of Hymen to officiate at the ceremony. Cassiopeia was stunningly beautiful, every male cat was jealous of me. Little did they realize that their jealousy needed to be directed at the King. He was the one who would be enjoying her charms tonight.

There was a bit of a chuckle when she first stood beside me and towered over me by almost a head. I was less than 5 feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds, so I was dwarfed by all the big cats. Which is sometimes hard to deal with in a society where physical size is so coveted. The King in comparison was massive. He was only 16 years old so he hadn't started to bulk up yet, but he already stood about six and a half feet tall and weighed about 230 pounds. He would probably reach 7 feet and fill out to about 300 pounds when he matured.

It is also a tradition among the cats to schedule weddings to coincide with with the peak of the female's heat cycle. And it was very obvious that Cassiopeia was at the peak of her cycle. Her pheromones permeated the hall. All of the male cats had tents in their chitons and none of them were more noticeable than the Kings. Several times I noticed him staring at Cassiopeia with a predatory gaze. It was obvious that he was eager for the reception to be over. Just the thought of watching him take my brides virginity had me throbbing.

I was at the center of the main table, with the King on my right and Cassiopeia on my left. It was time for the best man speech. He cleared his throat, then ROARED to get everybody's attention. Because of his age, his roar still had a beautiful tenor quality to it instead of the basso profundo roar that he would develop later in life. When everyone was quiet he started.

"We are here to celebrate the union of my friend and mentor Aristotle to the beautiful Cassiopeia, the daughter of my Treasury Minister Lysis. I'm sure many of the cats in this country find it scandalous that a 'mere Caracal' should have the audacity to marry 'so far above his station'. Well that's just plain wrong. He may be a Caracal, but he has opened my eyes. He's the best cat I've ever met and he's shown me that who you are inside is more important than what you appear to be on the outside. And because of that in my reign I will be running my kingdom as a meritocracy. You will have to earn your position not be born into it."

"As far as I'm concerned anyone looking down on Aristotle is only deluding themselves, you are not his betters. He is brilliant and loyal, I would trust him with my life. Instead of looking down on him, most of you should be looking to be more like him. But for those of you who still think he is marrying above his station, I'm going to remedy that right now."

"I am going to give my friend his wedding present now." He said and pulled out a sealed scroll from under his robe. Then he turned and spoke to me as he handed me the scroll. "You are now Aristotle, Duke of Mieza, with all the property and privileges that go with the title."

I stood there for a moment with my muzzle agape. I fumbled for words before I said in a choked whisper. "My King, I'm not worthy of such an honor..."

"I believe that the King is the one who determines who is or isn't worthy of such honors. Besides it's already official." He said then hugged me close to him.

There was silence... Then a few of the contingent from Athens started to applaud, then the rest of my ex-students from the Royal Academy joined in, and then everybody broke out in a thunderous applause.

My new father-in-law was sitting on the other side of Cassiopeia. As I looked over at his grinning muzzle I realized that I now outranked him. He was only a Barron and I was a Duke. It hit me that only the King and Queen Olympias out ranked me now. The other Dukes were my equals, but no longer my betters.

We left the hall with the party still going strong. There would probably be plenty of hetairai brought into the party now that the bride and groom had left. Only male cats had been invited to the wedding reception, wives were not permitted to attend. And with how aroused they had been from Cassiopeia's heat pheromones it was bound to be one no holds barred orgy. Normally I wouldn't have minded joining in, but what I was going to was much more exciting. The King was leading us to his suite, where we would consummate this marriage. We had a valid reason to us his suite instead of taking her to my room, I didn't have a room in Pella castle. My normal room was at the Royal Academy in Mieza which was 20 miles to the west.

At this point Cassiopeia still had no idea of our plan, but I was sure she would not protest. First in our society wives were expected to obey their husbands without question. But also females in heat all had an almost irresistible urge to mate with the biggest strongest male cat available. Often they had to be locked in their houses to keep them from straying. My guess is that Cassiopeia would find this switch a pleasurable surprise. We finally got to the suite and into the King's bedroom.

I went over to Cassiopeia, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her muzzle down to me. I kissed her tenderly, she was technically my property but I wanted her to like me. She looked down at me shyly and said, "My Lord can we wait until the King leaves?"

"The King is going to remain with us. He is going to exercise the Royal Prerogative." She looked at me puzzled. "The Royal Prerogative or the droit du seigneur. It is the ancient right of the King to bed any of his subjects on their wedding night. It hasn't been exercised in centuries, but the King finds you very desirable."

"But what if I get pregnant?"

"Then I will care for the cub as if it was mine. No shame will come to you from it." And with that I started to undress her. She didn't resist as I removed her chlamys exposing her ample bosoms. I cupped them and then I ran my raspy tongue around the right one and then the left, lightly nipping the left one causing her to let out a chirp of surprise and pleasure. "Don't worry my beautiful Cassiopeia, we are all going to enjoy tonight..."

I continued down to her chiton, removing it. As soon as it came off we got the full force of her heat pheromones. All my senses made me want to take her right there, but in my heart I wanted my King to have her first. She surprised me though and turned the tables on me and started to take my chlamys off of me. She knelt before me and removed my chiton, my erection springing up as she removed it.

I had a bigger surprise in store, she leaned forward and took my erection into her muzzle. I could see the King smiling at me and rubbing his erection through his clothes as he watched. She was obviously inexperienced, but what she lacked in technique she made up for with enthusiasm and heat pheromones. In my ultra aroused condition it didn't take long before I released my seed into her muzzle. She swallowed it and stood up.

"Don't look so surprised. Males aren't the only ones who get instruction on sex. Mother had a talk with me about things I should do to please my Lord. Mating with the King is exciting, but I still wanted my first experience to be with my Lord. I hope you enjoyed it my Lord."

"Very much so Cassiopeia. You did very well. I think I've made a great choice in a wife." I said still stunned. And with that we turned to the King.

He was there grinning, "Is someone gonna undress me?"

We didn't bother to answer, we converged on him and started removing his garments. While Cassiopeia removed his chlamys I removed his chiton, soon he stood there grinning in all his naked glory. His 8 inches of proud Lion flesh was pointing true north. She gasped when she saw what she was going to be getting, but I knelt in front of him and bobbed on his shaft to get him nice and lubed up. Then I just got out of the way.

He moved over to her and took her into his arms. He had never been with a female before but he didn't lack confidence. His big cock was pressed against her belly as he tilted her head back and brought his muzzle down to hers. She looked up at him with unadulterated lust and opened her muzzle to take his broad rough tongue in. He knew exactly how to kiss, all the "lessons" with me had made him an expert at it.

He laid her on her back on the bed with her legs dangling over the bed. He knelt on the floor and used his thumbs to spread her vulva. He bent his muzzle down to her sex and ran his broad tongue up her leaking vulva. Instinctively his lips curled back in a flehmen response as he checked her hormone levels. When he finished he let out a protective growl, he was going to claim this female. And with that he continued to lap at her sex until he zeroed in on her nub. He put his muzzle over it and wiggled the tip of his tongue against it until she mewed out as she came.

There was a puddle on the floor where the King had been dripping the whole time he had been eating my bride. His eyes were glazed in lust. "Get on the bed and get ready to be bred!" He ordered. She eagerly complied as she rolled over and got into a mating crouch. My King got up behind her, crouched down and gripped her curvy hips. Her tail shot up and to the side revealing her still leaking snatch. He started taking exploratory thrusts until the sensitive barbed head hit it's mark. He gently pushed forward until he hit her maidenhead. He paused for a moment to allow her to brace herself, then he thrust in deflowering my bride.

"Rrrrrooowl!" She cried out as he took her virginity, but she stood firmly, eager for him to finish what he started.

He continued to drive himself the rest of the way into her tight virgin quim until he rested balls deep in her. The proof of her virtue was starting to leak out and drip down his balls to the linens below. It would be shown tomorrow so everyone would know she had been a virgin.

She slowly shifted her weight from one leg to another while the King started to thrust in and out of her, his furry orbs swinging back and forth against her. His huge shaft was flecked with her cherry blood as he worked it expertly into her, his practice in my tailhole giving him an expertise you wouldn't expect from a first time breeder. When he finally stimulated her enough to get her close to orgasm he leaned forward and grabbed her neck with his massive jaws and took her into a mating bite as he thrust in as deeply as possible. The mating bite triggered her to clamp down on his huge cock, his barbs biting into the sensitive flesh near her cervix.

I watched as his balls drew up and he roared around her neck as his cock erupted with a flood of seed into her eager receptive womb. She was cumming too as he held himself deep in her as he shot volley after volley of virile, potent Lion cum where almost no other cat would be able to send it. Then when he shot the last spurt of it he pulled his still erect cock out of her, raking his long sharp barbs over her sensitive tissue.

She screamed, "Rrrraawwlllll!!!!" But the stimulation was exactly what she needed help her release an egg, or with the size of the King's endowment, more likely two. She immediately rolled onto her back and started writhing, her body on sensory overload.

The King rolled over onto his back next to her, a contented grin on his muzzle. The King and I were the closest of friends, but the most satisfying thing a dominant male can accomplish is to impregnate another males wife and have him raise the cub. It is something that affects us on a primal level. The difference was in this case I wanted my wife to carry his cub, or cubs if she had twins like I expected and hoped she would. I could always impregnate her with my cub after she delivered his. Then we could be related through our cubs being half siblings if nothing else. But even more important was the assurance that his bloodline would be carried on. I already feared that he wouldn't marry before he left for war against the Persians and he wouldn't find time with all his wars to marry before he died in some foreign land, childless.

He was lying on his back in his post-orgasmic bliss, the grin still on his face. I went over to him and took his softening cock into my muzzle cleaning the residue of their combined sex off of his precious cock.

Then I glanced over at my wife who had finally stopped her writhing. I could see a flow of the King's semen as it started to ooze out of her cooch. I crawled between her legs and used my delicate tongue to lap up my King's essence. The essence I'd tasted so many times before, but this time it was mixed with my brides heat juices. Just the fact that his seed was in her, probably impregnating her had me happier than I'd ever been in my life. I know that sounds crazy, but I love my King even more than I love my own life. Seeing him pass himself down to the next generation was a satisfaction beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

I continued to lap at the overflow until it stopped. Along the way I managed to bring her to her climax.

That was just the first time that night. Just like I expected from a virile young Lion, he took her over a dozen times before morning came.

For the remainder of the week that Cassiopeia was in heat, the King continued to breed her up to 10 times a night, making sure her uterus was always awash in his potent seed. Of course I got the honor of lapping up the Royal overflow. I frequently did it from the 69 position. Cassiopeia was nothing if not enthusiastic about sex. She purred in delight every time she managed to milk the seed out of me. And I was always proud when I managed to make her shudder with delight on my tongue. Despite the fact that I wasn't the one breeding her, our bond grew each time we brought each other to completion. She was going to have the King's cub, but she was still my wife.

On the last day of her heat cycle the King mated with her again although she was almost assuredly pregnant by now. They both rolled onto their backs writhing in post-orgasmic bliss. When they finally lay there panting I cleaned the King, making sure I got every drop of their combined juice. Then I started to swing around into a 69 with Cassiopeia when the King stopped me.

"Just clean her up." He said with no explanation more than that.

I knelt between her legs and lapped up the creampie that was forming in her vulva. I had finished getting most of the cream. When I started to work on her pleasure nub the King stopped me.

"That's enough my friend, it's time you consummated your marriage." He said as he crawled off the bed leaving me with my bride.

She grinned at me and crouched down in the mating position. And for the first time in my life I crouched down into the top mating position. I put my paws on her ample hips and started thrusting toward her pink target.

It took half a dozen exploratory thrusts before I found the mark but when I did I was able to drive it the whole way in in one thrust. And even though I had about 4 inches compared to the King's 8 inches, she turned her head around and smiled invitingly at me. It felt wonderful inside her even though I was getting sloppy seconds.

I didn't need to be gentle, I was able to fuck her with all the fury my little Caracal body was able to muster. And much to my surprise my bride started to respond with enthusiasm despite my lack of size. She started to shift her weight from hind paw to hind paw, the motion was massaging my cock with her eager snatch. I could feel my barbs scratching her tight sensitive mating canal. It was a stimulation I'd never felt anything quite like before. I was getting close so I did what came naturally.

I bit down on the nape of her neck and thrust as hard and as deep into her as I could. Between the stimulation of the mating bite and my barbs scratching her mating tunnel, it was enough to get her to clamp down on me in an intense orgasm. My barbs dug deep into her and caused me to have the most intense orgasm of my life. My balls felt like they were imploding as they squeezed out every last bit of seed in them to try to impregnate my wife. They had no idea that a better cat had already beaten them to it. But it didn't decrease the pleasure of my first breeding attempt.

When I had delivered all of my juice into her I instinctively pulled out, my barbs digging into her sensitive flesh as I ripped them out of her. I kept a firm grip with my mating bite to hold her in place.

"Rrrraawwlllll!!!!" She screeched, squirming to get loose while I held her in place with my jaws. When I was all the way out I released the mating bite and Cassiopeia immediately rolled onto her back writhing in ecstasy while also making sure my semen pooled at her uterus.

I lay beside her panting, surprised and pleased that I had been able to satisfy my bride sexually. After a moment or two she stopped writhing and turned towards me with a contented sigh. "That was wonderful my Lord." She said beaming at me.

"I'm sure I wasn't as good as the King." I replied sheepishly.

She sighed and said, "It's not a matter of better, just different my Lord. I can't lie that every females fantasy is to be bred by a big, strong, handsome, virile, well hung Lion. When that Lion also happens to be the King, well that's pretty much the ultimate fantasy. But I've experienced the fantasy, and now it's time to get back to reality. And reality is pretty damn good."

"Females have a rough lot in life. We have no say generally in who we are married to. They can be cruel and abusive, fat, old and ugly or just indifferent to you. And whether or not you like it you are still their property to use as they see fit. They can beat you, force you to have sex against your will or any thing else they want to do to you. Somehow I don't ever see you being like that."

"I still expect my wife to obey me..." I said still unsure where she was taking this. Just because I was a small cat didn't mean that I wasn't the master of my wife.

"Don't worry my Lord. I don't mistake your kindness for weakness. I understand that you're the master in your house. I just know you will treat me fairly." She said and licked my nose. "As I was saying the King is special, but you're special in your own way. You may not be a big alpha cat, but you are beautiful too. You may not notice it but your turn the heads of both males and females. I wanted you before you were made a Duke, now that is just icing on the cake."

We didn't say much for a while, we just stared into each others eyes. We were lying face to face with each other. She looked at me slyly and said, "There's one thing the King didn't do to me my Lord. He bred me plenty of times but he never made love to me. Would you make love to me now my Lord?"

I thought about it for a second. In all the times the King had taken her he had only taken her in the mating crouch never in the face to face position. Somehow I didn't think that was an accident. The King only bred her, he left the love making to her husband. "It would be my pleasure my Love." I said and I crawled between her legs. Since she was on her way out of heat the pheromone levels had dropped significantly, so there wasn't the urgency to pass on your bloodlines. Besides after her revelations I felt tenderness was more appropriate than passion.

I stroked the inside of her thighs, teasing them apart. I brought my muzzle down but I didn't attack her clit. Instead I licked, nibbled and sucked on the lips of her vulva until they were tender and puffy. I didn't go for her nub until she gripped my head out of desperation and moved me to it. I gently teased it with my tongue, but only for a moment. I wanted to keep her on a slow burn.

I kissed my way up from her sex, up her flat belly until I got to the valley between her large breasts. That positioned my erection against her sex. I rubbed my muzzle between her breasts as I rubbed my cock up and down her camel toe. Every time my barbs rubbed against her clit it sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. I moved my muzzle to he right tit and took it into my muzzle sucking it while I massaged her left one with my paw. I continued to rub my dick against her camel toe while I gently bit her nipple. She gasped in as my teeth raked gently across that sensitive flesh. Then I blew across it causing her to have a slight shudder. I did the same to her other tit, all the while making a relentless attack on her slit with my boner.

She was still recovering from me blowing on her left tit when I surprised her and moved up her body until I was straddling her chest. I moved up her body until my dick was right between her tits. She got the idea quickly and used her paws to push her tits tight around my cock as I thrust it in and out of that furry tunnel. I was barely able to make it the whole way through on the deepest part of my thrust. Part of me thought how fun it would be to cum all over her neck and muzzle, but there would be time for that later. Now all I could think of was taking what the King had left for me.

I eased my way back down until my cock was poised at her vulva. I grabbed it in my little paw and ran my barbs a couple of times across her clit. She instinctively lifted her legs a little to get the right angle and I slid myself in.

I immediately knew that I was in the blind alley of her vagina. It wasn't near as tight as the mating canal, which meant I would be able to last longer and make love with her. I worked my way in and out of her, and because we were face to face there was more stimulation of her clitoris than when I took her from behind. I pulled her muzzle up to mine and kissed her while I gently worked my cock in her. He opened her muzzle and my tongue took possession of her muzzle, just as my penis was taking possession of her sex.

I could sense her breathing getting uneven as I was bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. I picked up the pace of my thrusting as we broke the kiss and started breathing through our mouths. I gripped her tighter as I could feel a tingle starting in my balls. I quickened my pace and she started bucking up against me trying to get as much of me in her as possible. My balls were slapping against her with each thrust until they pulled up tight against my body and released their cargo. It pulsed through my body and into my wife's eager body. She followed me, her own crescendo hitting her, causing her to clamp down on my maleness. We both held each other closely as we took our pleasure in each other.

We lay facing each other in our post coital bliss. I reached down with my little paw and rubbed her taut belly, thinking about how it would soon grow large with the King's cubs. She placed her large paw, Snow Leopards have huge paws, over mine. Then she looked at me and smiled.

"How are you going to feel about me when I'm fat with cubs that aren't yours?" She asked.

"What do you mean? The cubs are MINE! They may not be the fruit of my loins but they most definitely belong to me. And it will remind me of how special you are because you did it for me." I replied, kissing her tenderly on the lips. "There will be plenty of time later for you to have cubs from my body." Then we fell into a contented sleep in each others embrace.

The next evening the King came to me and said, "I want you to spend the night with me tonight."

One doesn't turn down a request from the King, not that I'd want to anyway. "Of course Sire, it would be my pleasure." I would be able to tell Cassiopeia when I got to the King's suite. We would be staying in one of the other rooms in the King's suite until we all moved back to Mieza to finish the King's education. I let her know on the way in, then continued into the King's room.

He walked up to me and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank you. That was quite a sacrifice you made." He said as he broke the embrace.

"I don't consider the honor of raising your cub as my own to be a sacrifice Sire. I only wish I could carry them myself." I answered honestly.

"That's why you're so special to me. You give without expecting anything in return."

"But I do get something in return. I get to be with you Sire." I said as I buried my muzzle into his chest.

"But I plan on giving you something tonight." He said with a lecherous smile. He started to undress me, removing my chlamys and then my chiton, while I did the same for him. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down on it gently. I was eager to feel him in me after not being fucked by him in over a week. He got on the bed and straddled my legs. Then he lowered his body until our cocks were nestled against each other. He then brought his upper body down on mine but resting his weight on his elbows instead of bringing it all down on me. He slowly frotted against me as he brought his muzzle toward mine. When our lips touched I wasted no time in parting mine to allow his tongue entry. I surrendered to his tongue while I felt that 8 inches of Lion flesh that had bred my wife all week rubbing against mine. There was already a slick mess of precum pooling on my belly fur from the two of us.

I wanted to spread my legs and pull them up so he could access my eager rectum, but his legs were outside of mine, trapping them there. I couldn't even beg him to fuck me while his tongue was stuffed in my mouth. But then he rolled us over so I was on top. He broke the kiss and to my confusion he pulled his legs up until he was in a position where I could have fucked him. My cock slid down his ass crack until it was positioned right at his hole.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied even more confused.

"Go ahead and fuck me." He said with a smile.

"I can't! You're the King!" I said in shock.

"I told you I was giving you something tonight. You gave me something precious, now I want to give you something I've never given anyone else. Come on, take my virginity." He said with an inviting smile. "Just be gentle, I'm a virgin." He added with a wink.

I wasn't sure what to think. My King, the one being on all of Earth that I revered wanted to give himself to me. "Well let me get you ready first." I said as I moved down his body so I could lube him up. I licked his pucker for a moment then wormed my narrow tongue into him. Then it hit me, I had a swamp of pre on my belly. I reached down and got a bunch of it on my paw and brought it to his anus. I rubbed it over his entrance then worked one of my tiny fingers into him. I worked it in and out of him until he relaxed enough, then I worked a second in. I reached up and massaged his pleasure nub until I had him moaning and his maleness leaking heavily. He reached down and grabbed my wrist.

"That's enough I want you in me now." He urged me.

Well who am I to refuse a direct order from my King. I crawled up between his legs until I was able to line up my barbs with his puckered sphincter. I coated my cock with the rest of the pre I had on my paw and then pressed it against his virginity. I looked down at him questioningly. I was still feeling unsure about taking my King, I just didn't feel worthy of such an honor.

He put his paw gently against my cheek. "It's OK. I want to feel you in me, you and no one else." And with that I leaned forward, pressing the tip against his brown star. Even though he was a virgin there wasn't much resistance. He was so much larger than I was and my penis was only 4 inches so I slid in relatively easy. I don't think he felt any pain, but I was big enough that I was able to slam against his prostate at the end of the thrust. When my balls were resting against his ass I looked down into his eyes.

"Quit looking for approval. You're in charge tonight, I'm yours to use as you see fit. Just enjoy yourself and I'm sure that you'll satisfy me." He told me.

I thought about it and thought about what I would want him to do to me if the situation was reversed. I boldly hooked his legs until they were up on my shoulders, allowing me better access to him and a better angle to thrust deep. I slowly started to work my cock back and forth in his back passage. Each time I bottomed out I jabbed it against his gland. He was leaking again. I reached down with one paw and let him coat it with his pre. I then wrapped my paw around that big shaft and stroked it in time with my thrusting.

I soon had my King panting in lust on the edge of cumming. And I was on the edge too. My King could tell I was going to cum any moment. "Make sure you cum deep in me, mark me as yours." He said breathlessly.

And that's what put me over the edge. I took one final thrust against his prostate and held myself deep in him as my balls released my seed. Again and again I spurted into him. That set him off and I felt him start to cum. Each of his spurts made him contract on my cock milking the last of my seed out of me, until I collapsed on his chest.

He gently kissed the top of my head as we lay there. The rest of the world didn't seem to exist at that moment, there was nothing except my King and I. It was such a peaceful easy feeling. It wasn't so much that the King let me take his virginity, it was that he loved and trusted me enough to give himself to me. I didn't know if I would ever top him again, but that wasn't the point. Once was enough to know just how much I was loved by him.

And with that I drifted off to sleep knowing I was the luckiest cat in all of Greece.