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The King's Mercy

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Hehhey, everyone! Here's a story sponsored by Heru and featuring our raunchy feline monarch, King Smaragdos once more in an interesting situation, I'd say...but that's what you should expect from such a curious creature as him.

I hope you'll enjoy the read and I look forward to your feedback!

Nisabu appears courtesies of FoxyJ whose character he is.

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The Hilton Bridge stood on the riverbank. Its walls and towers loomed over much of the city, and its presence was felt to be beneficial, at least by the lords who ruled over the sprawling town. The dark, mouldy walls and the threatening towers reminded any wrong-doers of the potential fate that awaited them, and this was the crown's greatest prison, one where nobody had been known to escape in living memory. Many who had tried had been later fished out of the stinking river flowing past the pile of rocks, and this only added to the fearsome reputation this prison held among the folk that lived under its ponderous, dank presence.

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"Stand up, prisoner!"

The guard was a tiger, dressed in striped pants, a leather tunic, a steel helmet and a cuirass of shiny metal plate armor that covered his torso and had additional protective flaps of steel for the hips. A short sword hung from his side, along with a baton one of his paws rested upon, the other holding the heavy key that had just been used to open the lock on the reinforced wooden door. Two of his colleagues flanked him on the torch-lit corridor, while this large, mean-looking tiger peered into the cell.

"What is this?" the occupant of the room questioned.

The lion was seated on a chair by a table, the entire room given light from a small heart near one wall and a candle burning on a clay holder next to the book the lion had been studying for his amusement. The room seemed like a far cry from the stories that circulated the backstreets of the town about the Hilton Bridge - yes, there were bare wooden walls, but the floor was covered by a rug, there was a bed with an actual mattress, and the fireplace kept it both warm and dry, to give it a relative amount of comfort in comparison to the damp, cold cells on the levels below. A tankard and a tin plate carried the remains of a meal, too, with the scent of wine tickling the noses of the guards whom were now seeking entry into this cell.

"You're leaving," the tiger stated in a booming, rough voice. "You're going elsewhere."

The lion's ears flattened. He was partially turned towards the intruders while he remained seated, and now he scowled at them in obvious bad temper.

"What is this that you speak?" the lion growled.

"No more questions!" the guard grunted. "Stand up and prepare to be shackled."

"I find this outrageous!" the lion snapped.

The guards filed into the room, brandishing a series of paw and ankle braces, heavy steel, clattering as they went. The lion's eyes went wide at the sight, and his tail made a most aggressive curve behind him. The male got up from his chair and faced them, a tall lion with a mane that had been sheared short to highlight his state of imprisonment and disgrace, and dressed in simple grey slacks and a tunic, with no shoes, nor other additional pieces of apparel. His own movement caused a shuffle of metal as well, considering that a chain ran from the waist of his trousers onto a large wrought iron ring attached into the wall of the cell.

"Well it's not your decision, is it?" the tiger said menacingly.

"I protest!" the lion yelped.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they always say..."

One of the burly guards grabbed the lion's paws and pulled them behind his back before he had time for further complaints, physical or verbal. The lion hissed and struggled to a degree, yet the knowledge that misbehavior would be welcomed with smacks from their nightsticks kept him at bay.

"If it's about money, I have plenty!" the lion muttered when he felt cold iron clench around his wrists,"silver, cold, everything you wish for - "

"This isn't about your weekly bribes being short of the required," the head guard drawled," we have our orders."

"I demand to remain here!" the lion growled. "It is my right - "

"You don't have any rights left you little shit," the tiger spat at him, literally. The wad landed on his chest and made a large dark patch there on the cloth. The lion looked at it with horror.

"You imbecile!"

"We'll bag him when he's down the stairs, don't want to have to carry him down as well," the head tiger snorted.

"That is an outrage!" the lion offered his opinion on that plan for his future treatment.

"You keep yer muzzle shut," the leader grunted, "too much has come out of that for now."

The lion had no chance but to submit to being shackled from his ankles and with his paws drawn behind his back and locked together. The chain was removed from the wall and held like a leash by the leader when the guards marched their prisoner out of the cell and into the dank corridor that smelled like urine and rotting meat. A few doomed soul peered out into the hallway, to see how the three guards walked the shackled, shuffling lion down the corridor,his head hung down with displeasure.

Once they arrived down to the courtyard, the lion got a smelly cloth bag roughly pulled over his head. He complained, but fell quiet after a slam of a baton against his thigh. He limped the rest of the way into an awaiting horse-drawn carriage where he was put to sit into a small compartment that locked with a sturdy key as well.

The cart drove through the dark, barely lit streets for what felt like an hour to its disoriented passenger, on the unpaved and sometimes cobbled roads until they parked onto smooth stones and finally came to a halt.

The lion was pulled out by rough paws and walked again, one paw on each arm holding him while he was passed along and into further destinations unknown, through doors and stairs on a journey where all he could perceive was the changing texture of stone and wood under his feet and the odd noise or a scent catching his senses on occasion.

The lion's unexpected feet were sore after doing so much walking, when he was finally brought into a room, and told to stand still.

Paws removed the cloth, and the lion came to into a room, lit with oil lamps and candles, one that smelled of lavender and was furnished obviously for bathing, with a copper bath tub and many towels, soaps, implements of a gentleman's grooming that were all well laid out. There were guards present, though ones dressed in ornate tunics unlike the more simple garb at the prison. The others appeared to be servants of some sort, cats who stood by in attention, waiting for their orders.

The one face he recognized among all of them, however, wore something even grander, great purple robes embroidered in gold, along with painstakingly curled head furs and a smug grin over his feline lips.

"Welcome, Alder," the tiger said.

The lion sneered.

"Danir!" he growled in acknowledgement of the identity of the robed cat. "Are these your orders that have brought me here?"

"Of course not," the tiger replied bluntly. "I merely follow orders I receive from...higher authority."

The lion named Alder chortled with displeasure.

"Authority alright...you still serve that nasty fool, I presume?" the lion stated to the tiger. "Keeping his dirty cock warm?"

The tiger pursed his lips.

"The King has others to do that for him," he mused.

The lion folded his arms over his chest.

"That bastard doesn't even wipe his own ass!" he grunted.

"I don't either," the tiger smirked. "Wouldn't you give that chore over to someone else, given the choice?"

The tiger laughed coolly.

"Oh yes...you once did have the choice, but not anymore...not because you had to get too greedy..." the Royal Chamberlain stated to the lion in front of him.

The lion simply snorted.

"I presume we are at the palace," he noted, "what is the purpose of this? I have been removed from the Hilton Bridge and brought here against my will."

The tiger chuckled.

"You wouldn't be saying that you would rather be in Hilton Bridge than in your King's glorious home?" Danir commented.

"I do not care to see him and smell his rotten breath!" Alder growled.

The tiger clicked his tongue.

"Speaking of which..." said the Chamberlain, "have you smelled yourself lately? I don't think I find you very agreeable, either, Alder..."

"In your place I would not wonder why it is so, Danir!" the lion proposed.

"Hmmmm..." murmured the tiger, "I presume that there are no gilded tubs in the Bridge..."

"Have you even stepped inside that place?" Alder complained. "To see the things that they do there..the sheer depravity..."

"You don't look like you are doing too bad, Alder," the tiger retorted, "and from what my mouths whisper to my ears, you are not having to spend your term of punishment in completely misery..."

"Pffft."

"But what else is to be expected? Of course someone like you has friends in such a place, to make your life tolerable..."

The lion hissed.

"You have taken my lands and my titles away from me, and stolen most of my dignity," Alder accused the tiger, "whatever there is left I see fit to keep holding onto by all the means available!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"You can tell that to that precious King of yours the next time you go and raise your tail for him!" the lion huffed.

"Hmm...I think I'd rather have you tell him..." the tiger replied. "And by the sounds of it, he might very well expect you to raise something indeed..."

The lion made a face.

"I will not deplore myself even further!"

"I don't think you have much choice in that matter," the tiger stated.

Then he snapped his fingers.

"Guards, unshackle him, and then, you, undress him and help him bathe," Danir ordered his subordinates to action, "the King expects his guests to uphold some standards of hygiene at the very least."

Alder glared at the guards in attendance - universally broad-shouldered, muscled tigers as per the King's preference - as well as the two cheetah servants who had been tasked with making him more presentable. Danir smirked with unhidden pleasure at the fallen noble's discomfort at the thought.

"Abominable!" Alder hissed.

"So is your fashion taste," said Danir, as he gave another dirty look at the lion's grey garb "I would stay here to enjoy this spectacle, but I am needed elsewhere, hence I am leaving you to the capable paws of these men..."

"You filthy - "

"Respect the Chamberlain!" one of the looming guards grunted at the lion.

Alder had very little choice on the matter when his clothes were removed, although he was somewhat glad that the shackles got taken off him as well. Not every piece of bondage could be entirely removed, however, that was evident enough once his pants were gone. The chain that had kept the lion secured onto the wall of his cell terminated on a metal ring that had been wrought together around the folds of skin that supported his ball sac, swaying between his legs. The lion's large nuts dangled there, unused and pulled tight by the steel ring clipped onto him.

"What are you staring at?" Alder growled at the cats about him.

"Please settle onto the bath, and water shall be provided for you," one of the cheetahs noted.

While Alder disliked the situation on a principle, the vain cat could not resist the call of hot water and soap after such a long time in the prison. He'd been deprived of his old bath chamber in his estate for over a year, and the prospect of a hot copper bath with copious water and a scrubbing sponge was simply too good of an opportunity to pass. Besides, getting his back washed by eager, talented bath assistants was a pleasure that he had not enjoyed in an equally long time.

The lion was almost fully relaxed into the bathing experience when suddenly he felt paws on his shoulders and he was yanked out of the tub.

"WHAT IS THIS?" yelled the lion in shock.

A cloth was stuffed into his muzzle before the rough paws of the tigers hauled the squirming lion over onto a padded couch on the other side of the bathing chamber. The King's guards held the disgraced noble down on the couch, arms pulled behind his back while he continued to struggle against this yet another intrusion into his privacy.

"HMHMHPHP!"

Unseen to him, one of the servants approached with a jar of lard and a strange, elongated object with a very particular purpose in mind.

Alder's eyes went wide when a tail tugged his tail up. A finger slapped lard against his asshole before the round copper nozzle was pushed into his rear. The squirming noble tried to kick his imprisoners away from him, yet his efforts came in vain. Soon an almost sickening, sloshing noise could be heard, along with the rush of warm liquid into his ass.

"Hhmhphhphp!"

Eventually, he gave up and simply laid there, while the enema was administered. His stomach lurched and squirmed from the odd stimulation of having his bowels filled, yet soon it subsided, and a strange dullness began to fall over the lion. His eyes grew heavy and his tail eventually flopped down against his filled rear.

The former Count was almost snoozing by the time the guards hauled him over to a sewer grille on one corner of the room and the servants rubbed his stomach to encourage voiding.

"Strong stuff, this wine," mused one of the cheetahs, while they toweled up the now woozy, non-struggling lion, "strange way to consume it, though..."

"The King has his own ways," snickered the other spotted cat from the other side of the golden-furred feline between them, "including how to drink wine..."

"Indeed!" his fellow cheetah joined in laughter. "Seems like a waste...you can't taste it that way!"

Now the tiger guards laughed as well.

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"My Gracious Lord..."

The huge, muscled black cat raised his eyes from the parchment and looked over at the purring, robed tiger on the doorway into his study.

"Yes, Chamberlain?" Smaragdos questioned in a curt tone.

"Your guest has been taken into the chambers, My Liege," the tiger servant stated in a pleasant rumble. "Everything is ready."

"Splendid!" rumbled out the King. "It has been way too long since I have entertained such a guest, hasn't it, Danir?"

"Perhaps so, My Liege," the tiger bowed.

The King deposited the parchment into a drawer on his desk and stood up to his full height, an imposing figure even when he was wearing a loose white cotton robe held about his hips by only a thin cord. However extravagant his lifestyle might have been, the King was certainly a believer in personal comforts, and did not constrain himself with unnecessary clothing while in private. Its lapels swished about him while he rounded his desk and then approached the tiger whom still waited for him.

"Thank you for your services," Smaragdos told the Chamberlain as he passed. "You shall be summoned again when needed."

"Yes, My Liege," the tiger demured.

The King made his way through the halls and stairs of his palace, rumbling to himself with pleasure. He had been planning this for quite some time, and it was difficult for the large cat to contain all of his excitement at the prospect. The servants opening the doors for him might have easily noted how the front of his robe moved in a very particular fashion while something poked it from within.

He was purring with anticipation by the time the final door opened, and the King stepped into the bedchamber.

Alder was slumped on the padded couch, a somewhat vacant look upon his eyes. The lion sat fully naked, all golden furs on display for the King's wicked eyes that swiftly took in the sight of the noble awaiting for him.

"Ah, there you are!" declared Smaragdos, upon his entry.

The lion's gaze sharpened, but only a little, when he noticed the approaching black panther. Smaragdos was all purrs once he crossed the room and sat next to the lion on the couch, a smile on his lips.

"It has been quite some time, hasn't it, my friend?" Smaragdos patted the lion's bare thigh in a more visceral sort of greeting.

"Y-you..." the lion slurred.

Smaragdos chuckled at the sound of the lion's words. It was apparent that he was quite intoxicated, thanks to the King's orders for the lion to consume ma specially prepared wine in an even more particular way, too, to prepare him for his encounter with the King Elect.

"Hmmm..." breathed the black panther, looking over the lion.

He seemed to have gained some weight while in prison, which was unexpected considering the rumors of inmates resorting to cannibalism due to the lack of proper food behind the Hilton Bridge's stone walls. Yet the lion looked mostly well, although somewhat deflated due to his lack of a proper mane. It made him a curious sight, Smarados agreed, something strange and almost sexless. Alder did not look like a female, not exactly, for the obvious...lacking qualities, yet his manhood was also taken into question for the loss of the rich ruffle the mane provided.

His masculine equipment was there, however, Smaragdos noted with a chuff of his own, when his eyes spied the lion's plump sheath and his balls, between his freshly bathed thighs. The King's servants had made them even more prominent by adding a strip of leather that pulled them further away from his body and made the swollen nuts stand out. The tight leather tugged the skin very tight around the manly pears and attracted notice to them, for that the King was sure. He was glad that even this particular order had been properly followed by his servants, to ensure that the King's pleasure at seeing the former Count would be perfect.

"I am sure it will be nice to get out of that pile of rocks for a while, though," said the King, "did they tell you, Alder? You've been invited as my guest here...King's prerogative, heh..."

The black panther chuffed, and rumbled, and his paw continued to fondle the lion's thigh. Alder took it rather passively, not reacting with more than a glance and a half of an ear flick.

"Perhaps a few weeks of true royal hospitality will make you see the error in your ways and help you gain some appreciation of the Throne..."

Alder blinked. The once proud lion gave the black panther a distant look. He appeared to have trouble comprehending everything that was being spoken to him. The wine he had consumed had made him more than relaxed, and amenable to the black panther's approaches and suggestions.

"Just have to show some proper respect, my friend..."

Smaragdos grabbed the lion's paw and placed it bluntly over the obscene bulge on his groin. The lion's ears flicked curiously, yet he seemed too woozy to really pull the paw away, even when the black panther pressed it more firmly onto his erection.

"Hmmm...yes, don't you feel that lovely thing throb?" Smaragdos rumbled. "I've only unloaded it three times today, because I thought I'd spare you a special treat, Alder."

The King laughed.

"Just imagine that, Alder, I have deprived myself so that your worthless ass would get more of my precious royal seed...something every wench in this realm would hope to fill their pussy with in the hopes of carrying my litter..."

His chuckle gained a filthy quality.

"That's something you can only dream about now, isn't it, Alder?"

Smaragdos grabbed the lion's balls bluntly and squeezed them in his palm. Alder let out a surprised gasp at the sensation, yet did nothing to try to push the black panther's dark fingers from him.

"What..."

"Yes, I would imagine that even your money can't smuggle a wench into the gaols," Smaragdos mused, "those prisoners would smell pussy a quarter a mile away..."

The black panther fondled the lion's swollen nuts. He enjoyed seeing the lion squirm under the stimulation, something the lion likely didn't want to do, but he had no choice on the matter, touched by his King in such a manner. His own cock pulsed rapidly against the lion's palm, as well, signifying his own high arousal.

"A boy...hmm...not sure how much money you would have to dish out for that pleasure, in that place..." the King continued his rough musings, "whether they would turn a blind eye to that like they do to your other indiscretions - and believe me, of course I know about the good, the wine, the fire, the mattress...my agents have eyes and ears everywhere, of course..."

He pulled and twisted on the bound balls in his paw, and enjoyed the feel of them throbbing with the pent up seed and forced blood within them. The lion must've been quite chaste lately, thought the King, to his surprise.

"...but you likely don't know the joy of a tight boy butt, or the rough hole of a big, sweaty soldier..." the King chuckled dryly, "so many pleasures to be had with the male rear...so very nice..."

Smaragdos pushed the lion's paw away from his own groin and undid the cord holding his robe so that his erection could spring into sight. His dark flesh was very hard and the tip glistened with a pearl of pre-cum. The musky fluid spread its scent into the air about them, and the King quickly scooped it with his thumb.

"Oh, let me give this to you..."

He pushed his thumb against the dulled lion's lips. Alder blinked, yet he opened his muzzle incrementally and allowed the slickened digit to pass into his maw a little.

"Yes, now be a good boy..."

Smaragdos felt a quick brush of a tongue and his finger came back clear.

"Oh yes...get a good little taste there...there's plenty where that came from."

The King was not hiding his excitement and getting to play with the disgraced nobleman again. The lion's body was enjoyable to look at, as much as fondle it, too, and the King knew from experience that other delights were hidden under that thick leonine tail as well.

"I think we'll have to find somewhere more comfortable for you..."

The King stood up, dropped his robe, and then took the lion's arm into his large paw. Alder made no resistance when he was walked over to the four-poster bed that occupied a considerable part of the room. The black panther was all purrs by the time they reached the foot of the ostentatious bed.

"Down you go. I'm sure you've been missing the feel of silk, my boy."

Smaragdos gave the listless lion's back a little push that was more than enough to upset his balance and cause the golden cat to fall onto his belly onto the bed. He huffed and mumbled something the King couldn't really make out, but he didn't mind. The lion's new position meant he was face down on the bed with his ass pushed up. Smaragdos took but a moment to admire the fuzzy rear before he let both his paws land onto it and he felt it up.

"Hmm...not quite as juicy as some, but not bad at all..." the aroused cat growled. "And with a nice little hole to fuck, too..."

He yanked the lion's tail up and spied the pink pucker that glistened with the remains of the wine bath and some of the fragrant oil his servants had so helpfully applied once the lion's in-depth cleanup was over. His spare paw spread the cheeks as much as it was possible to do so with only the fingers of one limb, to get a proper look at the hole he wished to plunder to show the lion just who was in charge.

"Hmmm...you haven't been selling it around the prison...good...I prefer mine to be at least somewhat...exclusive...call it a bit of selfishness on my part, perhaps," the King mused," you should see the lovely pucker my slave Nisabu has...pert little fox butt cheeks, that puffy tail, and a cave of wonders in a pink wrinkle...that hole is poetry, my friend, it can suck the seed out of you without you having to do a single thing but to enjoy how it plays with your shaft...oh he is such a talented boy, if I wasn't so fond of him I'd let everyone try him just to find out what a truly exquisite boy pussy is like..."

Smaragdos pressed his thumb against the lion's yawning opening, and pressed. The lion rumbled, and the King could feel the hole clench a little in reply to the nudge from the royal digit.

"...with some training, yours would become very good, too...perhaps I'll have Nisabu teach you a masterclass in the art of taking cock into one's back hole...there is so much more to it besides simply allowing a true man to claim your rear..."

The King began to stroke his own member, too worked up to resist this kind of self stimulation. With his other paw he still manipulated the drunken lion's rump further, playing with his taint and stimulating the hole he desired to plunder once more.

"What a sight it'd be...Nisabu riding my cock, you riding an artificial phallus, trying to mime sweet Nisabu's every movement...let him show you all his little tricks of anal satisfaction..."

Smaragdos slapped the lion's ass.

"Hmm...now I am already loving that idea...it may have to happen, soon...like I said, you'll be staying here for a while...let us reacquaint with one another..."

The King had worked himself into a true frenzy now, and hence he went for the main event with almost unusual fervor. He crouched upon the edge of the firm mattress and pushed himself under the lion's floppy tail. The tip of his cock touched the lubricated anus and tickled it with the black panther's numerous barbs, for a moment, before he began to sink his royal shaft into the lion's ass.

Smaragdos nearly roared the feel of the slippery walls closing on him. He was quite certain that he would never tire to the sensation of the first squeeze of a man's rear around his dick, going deeper and deeper into the reluctant hole until his heavy balls touched up with creamy fur. Alder let out vague rumbles the King did not pay any heed to. He just wanted to fuck, to claim and dominate the lion underneath him. He proceeded to fuck the lion's ass hard.

The lion's body shook under the force of the thrusts. Smaragdos was a magnificently strong man, despite his lazy behavior when not seen by his fellow nobles, and he put all of this muscled strength into use while he pummeled the lion's ass. He was tight, hot and well oiled, all of which were much to the delight of the black panther claiming his body.

The King's earlier dirty talk ended. Not much more than grunts escaped from his throat for the moment, too occupied both physically and mentally by the act of buttfucking what he hoped would be one of his new regular lays. The lion's rather passive attitude to taking it was something he could redeem, too, thought the King lustfully, while he continued to drive his barbed shaft into the dethroned lion's hole. The rough slurping, his panting and the slap of balls on balls made for the musical accompaniment to the carnal act,

Smaragdos roared gloriously when his climax hit him and he poured his seed into the lion's churning canal. Alder took it without as much as a grumble, although obviously he would feel the seeping cum pumping into his rear with thick, messy spurts. The black panther's cock slipped out of him after an over-enthusiastic residual thrust. The last dregs dribbled onto the lion's taint and onto the sheets.

"Oh, dear, oh dear..." commented Smaragdos, "what a mess...hmm...NISABU!"

The door into the room opened almost instantly after his call, and the lithe fox entered, ears drooping in reverence to his master. He was only wearing a small black loincloth and nothing more to cover his groin and very little of his rear, tail swishing about.

"Sir?" the fox asked.

"I've got something for you to clean here," the black panther pointed at his stiff, cum-smeared cock.

The fox's long muzzle split into a big smile.

"Oh, yes, my King!"

He hurried across the room and knelt into his favorite position, to worship the King's length with his tongue and law while his paws began to caress on the black panther's warm, heavy balls. Smaragros purred out loudly, ruffled the fox's head furs, and patted the lion's nearby ass with glee.

"Hmmm...Nisabu...I think we'll be having some very interesting times soon..."

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