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I huffed, puffing out steamy hot breath into the air, stale with the stench of sex. My large member slid out of the bitch's pussy that had been riding it for the past five minutes, my seed pouring out after. The bitch squirmed and moaned as she thanked me for my pups before she rolled off from me to lay next to my other recently bred bitches.

I sighed; while getting all the pussy I wanted was something most men dreamed about, it just wasn't satisfying me anymore. I suppose that's what being king does to you, a queen-less king, mind you; I have no betrothed, which suits me fine. I'll admit; it's lonely at the top, though, I don't really think about that when I have bitches to fuck, but recently, even that has been a bore.

I had tried to do kinkier things to spice it up a bit. Bondage, slave and master (beyond the point of what it already was), orgies (like now), even fucking out in the court yard, and while they were kind of fun at the time, it just felt like something was missing, like no matter what I did, I was doing it wrong.

Pushing the thoughts out of my head, I rolled over to my side and grabbed the closest whore I could reach and pulled her underneath me.

~A NIGHT WITH THE KING~

I looked at my reflection from the wine in my chalice as I half listened to the messenger kneeling before me as he listed the complaints and requests that the peasants had submitted. I was bored, as usual, but I couldn't help but wonder why I was going through such a rough time with sex. The other night, I found it rather hard to even become aroused in the presents of a beautiful young women, and when I was hard and ready, it felt like I was forcing myself just to try and finish.

I know how this sounds; narcissistic ruler puts his own problems before that of his subjects, but can you honestly not think about this when suddenly you grow bored of the one thing that drives a man's existence and not be at least a little concerned? If so, you'd be a better ruler than I.

In all honesty, I do care for my subjects and I want the best for them, but dealing with cattle and silly offences are jobs for breeders and the constables, not to mention that I really didn't care about anything right now.

When the messenger was through speaking, I sent him away and ordered the servants to draw me a bath. It felt nice; the water soaking my fur and skin in the spices and oils that were added to the bath, and relaxing. I leaned back on the walls of the bath and exhaled.

I stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the bath and silence. A young male servant stood in the corner of the room, completely quiet and trying not to look at me; I could tell because every time he looked up from the floor, he'd immediately look in a different direction. He looked a bit bashful whenever we made eye contact for a split second and began twiddling his thumbs whenever I stared.

I tilted my head back, still looking at him when I called; "Servant,"

The young man nearly jumped from his skin when the silence was broke. "Y-yes m'lord?" he said, standing upright and swinging his hand behind his back respectively.

"Come, wash my back." I say, and the young man nods, face turning read and hands starting to tremble. Was he afraid?

I watched as he drew closer to the edge of the bath before he stopped and looked somewhat confused, as if he didn't know what to do next. "What are you doing? Take off your cloths and get in."

"I-I, um... Yes m'lord..." slowly, the servant stripped of his cloths and tried his absolute hardest not to look at me while I watched.

He got down to his loincloth and was about to get in when I stopped him and said; "Those too." Pointing to the last piece of clothing he had.

"But sire-"

"Come now, are we not both men? I can assure you, there's nothing you have that I don't."

He was silent for a moment before nodding reluctantly and hooking his thumbs around the waistband of the loincloth. "Yes, m'lord."

I don't understand. Every other servant I have wash my back does these commands without any question, so why was this one any different?

The boy then stepped into the bath water and I leaned forward, allowing for the servant to sit behind me and start washing with his cloth. His touch was gentle and tentative, yet just firm enough to get the job done. I felt his thin, bonelike fingers work under my fur and run down my skin; it almost felt like that of a female's.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, taking in the servant's attention. "Lower." I said, and the servant's hands from my shoulders, to my waste area. I growled a hummed when I felt him touch a certain spot. "Mmmmhh... Right there..."

It felt good; not too much pressure, but just enough in the right spot. The attention had started to send pleasurable vibes bouncing through my body and collectively landing in my sheath. This servant had actually managed to arouse me, and he was even trying.

The flesh of my growing member enjoyed the warmth of the bathwater, making it grow harder and faster. "...Lower." I said, again, and the servant's hands moved to my lower back, but slowing and more hesitant this time. Now it started to somewhat tickle, making my cock practically jump out of its home.

I looked upward to the ceiling, where a giant carved hole sat, allowing me to view the midnight sky. A full moon shone overhead, accompanied by millions of stars; much like a king is surrounded by his people.

The atmosphere was practically screaming 'sex!' The moonlight, the stars, his touch and my arousal; it was like I was a horny youth again, eager to get sex anyway I could. I haven't felt like this in a while, it was kind of exciting, invigorating almost.

"Turn around," I command and the servant's hands stop their movement.

"M'lord?"

"Turn around," I say again. This time, the servant withdraws his hands and the movement and sounds of the water tells me that he has turned around. I, then, turn around, grabbing the cloth that he had just been using on me before I started to wash his back.

The action made him arch his back forward in surprise. "Sire, what're you doing?" he asks, turning his head to glance at me.

"Tell me, do you fear me?" I ask, first starting out with washing his shoulders. It wasn't until now that I realized how much smaller he was compared to my superior size and height.

"N-no, of course not, your highness." He stutters, turning his head back forward.

I moved my hands down to his waste area. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, sire."

I moved my hands even lower, bypassing his lower back and straight to his rear, giving it a firm squeeze. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" he gasped before he covered his mouth with his hands.

I smile and lick my muzzle, taking the human by the hips and pulling him back towards me until my member was pressed between my stomach and his lower back. He quietly moaned, the contact getting me more and more excited.

I let out a breath and leaned down to kiss his shoulder and reach a hand down to his groin. It was a new sensation; feeling another male's defining attribute. It was almost like having a dangerous feeling, like that feeling you get when you do something you know you shouldn't. It was almost like I was virgin again with all of this sentimental talk.

I licked his milky white skin, making him squirm in my grasp. I moved my free hand from his hip to his chest instinctively, my hand expecting to feel the normal squishy mounds that were supposed to be there, but instead made contact with a flat, tiny lump of flesh. I had never been able to feel another's heartbeat so easily until now. It was kind of nice.

I took the servant completely into my arms and lifted him. I moved him to the edge of the bath where I bent our bodies over and ground my dick between his cheeks. He moaned again and gripped my arms. It was kind of cute, the thought that his grip felt so weak against my muscles.

I felt around until the tip of my member found hit hole. Lube wasn't really necessary because the oils from the bath seemed to be doing a fine job of that as it was. Slowly, I began to push into him, feeling the warm tightness of his anal ring grip me when I entered.

The servant gasped and squirmed, trying to get used to my cock-size. I pushed in a bit further, shuddering from the heat and wet innards that pulsed around me. The animal in me wanted to dominate him right now, but the servant wasn't like the whores, who were ready whenever I demanded. Besides, hurting the servant wouldn't be enjoyable for either one of us.

Sliding out and back in a slow pace was all I could do to keep from thrusting all of the way in. He felt so good, tighter than anything else I've ever crammed myself into before. "Oh gods, sire!" he cried, and I couldn't take it anymore. Leaning up from on top of him, I placed my hands on either side of him as I started to buck my hips up into him.

He gasped and I bit my lip. Gods I can't remember the last time sex felt this good. I wanted to cum inside of him right now and just claim him as mine, but I wanted to enjoy every moment of this.

I looked down to observe my read cock repeatedly disappearing into the servants butt as I fucked the boy senseless. Several times, I felt the unusual feeling of my balls ramming into his, which made the experience all of the better with the added sensation. I could hardly believe that I hadn't done this sooner; this felt amazing! Sure, I still enjoy fucking bitches, but this is the something that the sex had been missing; another pair of balls.

I reached down and began to beat off the servant, making him arch his back again into my chest while I held his hips still with my other hand. I didn't know how much longer I could last; this felt way too good to be true. My knot had already swollen, and with every thrust, I wanted to tie him and make him my new bitch.

"Oh sire, I'm going to cum!" the servant said as I ravaged his ass.

"Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you want my seed!" The animal in me demanded.

"Yes please!" he cried. "I want all of your puppies in me!"

I couldn't help it anymore, the thought of impregnating this boy was just too much, even though I knew it wasn't possible.

With a few more powerful thrusts, I pushed my entire knot into his ass and began to empty my balls into his stomach. He cried out as his rear seemed to swell when he came into the water as I beat him off.

I continued to hump him as I orgasmed, feeling his innards start to swell around all the spunk I was dumping into him. His stomach had slightly swollen a little bit, giving off the appearance that he was a few months pregnant, which just made me cum all the more. Gods, it felt so good; he was so tight and the gender change defiantly added what he had been missing.

The servant certainly seemed to enjoy himself as well; his upper body had gone limp as he laid over the bath's edge. I gave a few forceful tugs until my knot came free, making him gasp in pain and the seed that was trapped within came spilling out into the water.

I then picked the servant up into my arms and stepped out of the bath and made my way to my chambers. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.