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The throne room was one of the biggest rooms in the whole castle. Beyond the huge, stone-carved double doors that marked its entrance, the hall stretched far and wide. The ceiling was high, with big glass windows up the walls to make sure it was always illuminated, whether by sun or moonlight. Several rows of stone pillars were scattered in beautiful symmetry through the hall, filling up somewhat the huge amount of empty space, since only the walls at the corners featured real adornments. Despite all of that, the most impressive thing about the room was still the king's throne that sat by the hall's end, opposing the entrance. It was also made of carved stone, but the intricate patterns that adorned its sides and back were a real masterpiece of masonry. Above the seat itself, the oldest version of the crest of the royal lupine family stood also carved out in stone. The crest displayed a half-moon crossed with a sword in a rather stylized way, always standing just above the king's head when he sat over the throne. Like right at that very moment.

The enormous throne room had been completely transformed into a pretty decent environment for a banquet. Several long tables stretched themselves across the room, filled with plates and burning candles for illumination. Other rows of chairs were scattered along the place and also around smaller, round tables meant for higher rank nobles. That was where the best food would be served and also the farthest from where Anken was currently standing.

The young coyote kept the effort to stand straight, though he did discreetly raised his paw to scratch his neck. Never in his life had he worn such expensive, good-looking clothes before, but it was no wonder nobles paid tailors to fit them specially for them. They felt incredibly uncomfortable. Anken wore a light brown vest over a long-sleeved, white shirt that clung tight to his slender body, as it was probably a tad smaller than it was supposed to be. His pants were made of the same material, obviously made to be a set with its upper counterpart, but equally tight. Still, it was nothing that could be noticed by anyone that wasn't an expert in those things and the color matched his fur pretty well, being only slightly lighter in its shade of brown than it. Though uncomfortable, Anken knew very well the importance of appearance in social situations such as these and, because of that, he wore them with pride no matter how much it made his body burn in itching. Those were clothes he could never afford by himself, of course, nor would he really have anywhere to properly wear them even if he did. Tonight, however, was an exception. An exception to everything.

The dragon reception. For the tenth time that night he wondered just how he got himself into being a guest to such a big, important celebration. It had all been third prince Regnar's idea, of course. In a feast like this, not even second prince Rael's apparent obsession with documentation could justify the presence of scribes working, nor was Anken anywhere near important at all to get a place among so much nobility and royalty. He still had no idea how Regnar had even managed to get him inside, but he very much suspected the wolf had just sneaked him in. He made a mental note to avoid second prince Rael's sight. Though this was a huge opportunity for him to make himself known as more than just a commoner, at first he had objected to Regnar's idea of bringing him along. It was hopeless. The big wolf prince had his mind set on it, so he found those clothes somewhere, made the coyote blush by commenting how cute he looked in them and dragged him to the banquet nonetheless. The memory brought a hint of a smile to Anken's muzzle.

He lifted his eyes to look at prince Regnar. The big, black furred wolf stood right at the throne's right side, standing straight like everyone else. He could count on his claws how many times he had seen prince Regnar wearing noble, royal clothes as those he was wearing right now, embracing his body in a white-colored doublet that had a beautiful contrast with his flawlessly black fur. The crest of his family was embroidered by his right shoulder, matching the clothing of all his brothers who also stood around the throne. By the throne's left side stood second prince Rael looking as serious as always and equally well-dressed. At Regnar's side stood fourth prince Rowell, who also let go of his usual choice of robes for the occasion. By Rael's left stood fifth prince Raenn who was also hardly ever seen wearing such prime clothing. His white fur was easy to outline. Even the sixth prince, young prince Revis, stood by prince Rowell's side. Having barely just reached his seventeenth year, he usually engaged in his studies with tutors and instructors save for important occasions such as these. His brown fur was very similar to second prince Rael's, except his was lighter in shade.

The five wolf princes lined up was a sight to behold, but it became a real masterpiece with the wolf king sitting upon the throne in their middle. First prince Ruvel, or rather, king Ruvel also sat with his back straight. The wolf had taken after his father, featuring grey fur all over his brother, but unlike fourth prince Rowell who shared his color, his was leaning towards black in a dark shade that did much to add to his appearance. He wore a small, golden adorned crown over his head that fit well just around his ears along with a fine set of black colored, specially tailored clothes that fit his form pretty well and left little to imagination. Before his father passing, king Ruvel worked in the military in the same position that third prince Regnar now occupied. Anken didn't live in the castle yet when the king was still young, but he had heard several stories of the feats of the prince that would be king. He obviously left all of that behind him when he became king, but due to constant exercising and a lot of hunting, the king managed to keep in shape pretty well. The grey wolf king wasn't as tall or broad as prince Regnar, but he too featured clear muscles that made an impressive figure.

For last, at the king's side sitting just by the throne was Tiberius, the king's prized wolfdog. The feral dog was one of those hunting hounds that have a mix of feral wolf blood in them. This one was, however, even bigger than the usual wolfdog. His fur was mostly grey, strangely similar to the king's, with a large muzzle and sharp teeth that glistened in white. King Ruvel's fondness for the dog was quite unusual, but nowadays it was hard to see the king without Tiberius idly trotting or lying at his side. Anken remembered second prince Rael's strong complaints at king Ruvel for taking a feral dog to his hearings at the throne room, but Ruvel would have none of it. In the end, it ended up working. Tiberius made for an even more imposing figure for the king. Anken had seen the dog growling at a peasant who dared raise his voice against the king once, and the intimidation effect was immediate. The coyote suspected that that was the king's intention all along.

Anken's eyes moved from Tiberius, who was yawning but still sitting quietly, up to the princes again. They'd been standing in position for a while. The coyote's eyes ended up settling over prince Regnar again when, suddenly, the prince's eyes flickered towards his direction as well. The black wolf smiled as their eyes met, which grew into one of his usual smirks. In reflex, Anken's eyes moved down and he felt his face blushing a little. Damnit. His ears flickered back. He could feel Regnar's stare lingering over him. Luckily, he was saved by the sound of the heavy doorway of the throne room creaking. Two slaves pulled the doors open in perfect symmetry, opening the way. The coyote glanced up to see all the prince's straightening themselves before he joined everyone else in the room in trying to see the newcomers.

From his position, further away in the room, he had to stretch himself to see over a taller wolf's shoulder. Lucky for him, the sight before him wasn't easy to miss. Two dragons stepped into the room with slow steps. Anken had seen some dragons in his life who happened to pass by the wolf castle, but they always impressed him nonetheless. One of the dragons had dark green scales that, in their clear reflection of the candlelight illumination, showed how flawlessly clean they were. The dragon was taller than pretty much anyone else in the room, at least one head taller than most wolves, making the dragon species' superior size very obvious. His companion wasn't as impressive. The second dragon's scales were completely black, giving him a somber air, and he was also considerably shorter than his partner being just about the same size as a big wolf. Lord Regnar could maybe beat him in that regard. It was the smallest dragon he'd ever seen, but the little Anken could manage to see from his features from afar made him look just as old and serious as the tall dragon. Both dragons were dressed in beautifully clad coats which had a very ceremonial look to them. The long coats were black, fitting their different sizes very well, and both held the dragon kingdom's emblem, a winged, fire breathing feral dragon of legends, over their backs.

King Ruvel stood up as both dragons approached the throne. The small whispers that had filled the whole room when they entered ceased completely, giving room to a new, strange silence. Both the king and the dragons locked eyes with each other for a moment, and then the newcomers made small bowing movements. King Ruvel opened the smallest of smiles, raising his arms in greeting.

"Honorable lords of the distant dragon kingdom, I, king Ruvel Luverin, ruler of the wolf lands, officially welcome you to our territory and castle as our most esteemed guests," the king said with a strong voice that flew by the whole room. Both dragons bowed their heads in return with the green dragon opening a toothy smile.

"We thank you for your kindness and hospitality, your Highness. I am lord Slyvre Kirinfhar, the second hand in the superior dragon council and with me is lord Servhet Khander, the third hand in the council," said the green scaled dragon.

"It's an honor to meet you, your Highness," the smaller black dragon said, bowing his head again.

"We come to your gracious kingdom in the hopes of extending and further develop the glorious peace treaty between our kingdoms," the green dragon, lord Slyvre, continued. "We do not intend to abuse your hospitality for long, but I do hope that our presence here can bring even more benefits to the people of both our kingdoms."

King Ruvel just nodded. The big wolf was smiling, but Anken could identify a political smile when he saw one. "You are welcome to stay for as long as you require. Our home is your home. Me and my brothers will be here to see to all of your needs, should they arise," the king said, bringing a small nod from all the other princes.

"Your kindness knows no bounds, your Highness," the dragon responded. "As a token of gratitude, we come bearing a gift to show our gratitude," the dragon said. His smile grew ever so slightly. He then looked back and gestured towards the still open door. From it, came two dragons clad in heavy armor, one holding with a sword sheathed at his waist and the other with a whip. Between them was a wolf with a ragged look. His fur was mostly grey, roughly similar to the king's, but it showed clear signs of poor care any canine could easily identify. The wolf wore nothing but a very short loincloth covering him, which showed he was clearly no more than a pleasure slave. In his hands he carried a purple cushion with a large golden goblet adorned with small flying dragons around its edges carefully placed over it being the gift itself. Low whispers rose through the crowd watching, and Anken could see the king's eyes narrowing. Even Tiberius seemed slightly agitated.

Displaying a wolf as a slave right in the middle of the wolf kingdom could almost be seen as an act of aggression. Almost. The dragons were entitled to have any kind of slaves they wanted, of course, as were the wolves, but it was an implied act of respect not to openly display one's own kind enslaved in the lowest of the low. Even more to the king himself. The wolf walked with his head low, ears downed and tail between his legs. The whole hall was quiet when the wolf slave walked past both dragon lords and kneeled towards the king, offering the dragon gift.

King Ruvel's smile had vanished, giving room to a stern look. His eyes were set on the wolf slave, who didn't dare look up at him. Second prince Rael's expression was unreadable. Third prince Regnar was obviously letting out a low snarl, as some of his teeth were showing. Rowell and Raenn had an expression that was closer to concern. The king then signaled to one of the well dressed slaves standing close by towards the gift with his head. The other wolf gave a small bow and moved in fast steps to take the cushion out of the wolf's slave hands.

"We are ever so thankful for this gift, honorable dragon lords," the king said, as if nothing special had happened. "As to show our satisfaction with your presence among us, we offer this celebration, so that you may rest from your long journey and rejoice," the wolf continued, before signaling towards the slaves in the back. The side door to the throne room was pulled open, giving way to a big line of servants of all sorts, each carrying a different plate of food, which they carried to and started setting over the tables. "Let the celebration begin," the king stated, raising his arms. Voices erupted all around the room between the guests. The wolf slave and dragon guards went back outside, while the dragon lords also went towards the door to talk to their own servants. The princes relaxed, leaving their position, and within minutes everyone was already mingling.

Anken was proud of his king. Biting into the dragon's bait and acting upon the clear, but subtle act of disrespect would be exactly what they would want. That's how nobles were, at least. You could drop a thousand small insults covered in fancy words and polite frivolities, but if you had one outburst that brought you to say the same things straight-on it was considered rude and scandalous. It was the sort of thing that could completely ruin one's reputation. The whole thing was something Anken had always observed with great curiosity, even though he wasn't important enough to be a part of it. From observing, however, he had learned.

Soon, food was served. The whole process of eating didn't take very long. Anken sat on one of the small tables where he couldn't even see the bigger table where all the princes, dragon lords and most important nobles were eating at. He took the opportunity to talk to those around him and make himself known, which was the whole point of the evening for him anyways. He evaded telling anyone that he was a scribe, instead just saying he handled important documents for the princes themselves. That wasn't quite untrue, but he knew everyone assumed him to be a magistrate or something else with actual importance.

After eating, it was time to mingle again. After the food, wine was more plentiful, which made many people way more eager to talk. Anken was listening to a blue-eyed wolf, dressed in an elegant purple doublet talk about how well his business had been with the free lands lately. The coyote showed interest and even asked a few questions to make the wolf happy, even though he didn't care that much. By the hints the wolf kept dropping he believed the merchant was trying to sweet-talk his way into a magistrate in order to get free pass through the tolls for some of his caravans, but all of a sudden the wolf simply stopped talking mid-sentence. Anken could see his ears flicker back while the wolf stuttered, failing to understand it at first, but then the wolf started a deep bow at the same time as a big paw reached for Anken's shoulder. The coyote didn't have to turn around. By now he knew third prince Regnar's scent very well no matter how much perfume he used to cover it.

"There you are, mister Anken. I've been looking for you for quite a while. Thought you could hide from me, eh?"

Anken turned around to see Regnar with a half-empty glass of wine in one paw. The big wolf's doublet was wrinkled on his neck, showing that the big wolf had obviously been pulling it down and completely ruined the elegance that those fancy clothes were meant to bring. Anken too made a bow towards the prince, as was expected of him no matter who he was pretending to be.

"I'm sorry, my lord. If I'd known I would have seeked you out earlier," the coyote said in his best polite tone of voice. The wolf merchant at his side was having trouble keeping his ears quite straight up. A less than elegant gesture, but one that only other canines usually picked up on.

"My lord! It is a grand honor to be able to meet you," the wolf said, bowing yet again even if it wasn't necessary. Regnar smirked, giving the nervous lupine only a small nod of acknowledgement.

"Likewise, but if you would excuse me, I have some important matters to discuss with my good associate here," Regnar said, waving a paw towards Anken. The wolf seemed slightly disappointed, but with yet another bow, he stuttered some more praise towards the wolf prince before leaving to talk to other people. Prince Regnar could've at least asked his name to feign some interest, Anken thought, but in the end it didn't really matter.

"It's a pleasure to see you, my lord," Anken said, turning to prince Regnar once they were alone.

"Please little 'yote, I thought we were past those silly courtesies," Regnar responded with a grin before taking a big gulp of the wine in his glass. Anken shifted his weight. That they were past these courtesies might be true, much to Anken's discomfort, but there were people around them. All Anken had to do was glance around for Regnar to straighten up, apparently catching his drift.

They talked for a little while. The conversation went on until it ended up on Anken's concern about the strange things he'd found written in his notes about the meeting last week. That made Regnar roll his eyes.

"You're going to bring this up again? Didn't you go to this 'mysterious magical secret slave' room and find nothing a few days ago?"

"Well... yes. But it occurred to me that I went during the day. Maybe it was a slave that wrote it? Then they'd all be busy during the day. Maybe we should try the night or the morning."

Regnar snorted in annoyance. "Psh. I'm telling you, it was a weird prank from that dog colleague of yours and nothing else."

"I told you I asked him specifically! He said he didn't write anything of that sort."

"Well, fine. Do whatever you want," Regnar said, waving his hand dismissively. Anken sighed. Odds were the prince was right, but he just wanted to make sure.

"I'll go see if I can find something tomorrow early in the morning, then," the coyote responded. He kind of wished he could get Regnar to go with him, but of course he was in no position to tell the prince what to do. Or even take the prince's time in the first place.

"Anyways, I'm glad to see you're fitting in between all these nobles just fine. You've got a knack for this boring stuff," Regnar moved on. The praise made Anken's tail flicker in a hint of a wag, which he quickly controlled to keep his expression firm. "Can't say the same for myself. I'm boring my ass off in this feast. Tsc... Rael said we weren't allowed to get drunk because this was 'too important'." That last part Regnar said mimicking Rael's serious tone and voice. It made the coyote chuckle.

"You're drinking wine, though," Anken answered, pointing out the now empty glass between Regnar's claws.

"Well, yeah, but this is extra weak stuff he brought up to our table. It's nasty, lacks that 'oomph' that makes drinking fun in the first place. Pff. Doubt Ruvel ain't gonna get his ass drunk by the end of the night, but Rael doesn't bother the mighty king," Regnar said, seemingly unsatisfied. The big wolf used his hand to pull at the neck of his vest again, loosening and wrinkling it yet a bit more. "Blergh! Plus it's hot in these fancy ass clothes," he said, but smiling despite everything.

Anken laughed. The clothes, no matter how good they made Regnar look, just seemed off on the big black wolf. Probably due to everyone being so used to seeing him in armor or regular clothes. He was going to outline how a prince's appearance was more important than everyone else's, but then he saw the tall, green-scaled dragon lord, lord Slyvre as he had introduced himself, approaching them. The dragon, with his big size and glistening scales, was hard to miss even between the crowd.

Anken straightened up as the dragon lord approached. Lord Slyvre made a small bow with his head towards Regnar, but only gave Anken a small glance, which the coyote did respond with a polite bow. Regnar's smile faded from his muzzle.

"Ah, third prince Regnar, isn't it? I've heard of your impressive feats on the battlefield. It is an honor to meet you and your brothers on this lovely evening," the dragon said. His voice was rough and guttural, as were most dragon's, but he still managed to come up with a tone that radiated politeness and respect. Anken was impressed. Regnar still didn't smile, while his claws fidgeted with the empty glass in his hand.

"It's an honor to meet ya too, dragon lord," Regnar said, clearly making an effort to be polite. The black wolf's tail stood upright, while his eyes flickered around making his discomfort very clear. Anken hoped the dragon wasn't so keen to at least the canine parts of Regnar's lack of skill in managing his appearance, but judging by the way the dragon's smile widened, he didn't expect to be so lucky. The dragon did not extend his greeting towards the coyote.

"Say, I couldn't help but notice that you seemed less than satisfied with the gift we presented earlier. Was the gift not to your liking, perhaps? I can understand that. Draconic artisans don't always please everyone," the dragon said, speaking casually. "Or perhaps it was my slave that lacked proper presenting? I've trained him over and over towards proper behavior, you know, but he keeps faltering at every turn. Just say the word and I'll deliver harsh punishment over him."

Uh oh. The dragon was being bold, yet discreet. Anken could see Regnar's eyes narrowing. The corner of his muzzle lifted in the beginning of a snarl, while his grip on his glass tightened. The dragon lord picked the right prince to spark a fire under. The coyote worried that Regnar was going to explode right there and then, but the prince seemed to have at least a basic notion to know he could definitely not do that.

"It wasn't that. The gift was... fine," was all Regnar could muster. The black wolf's gaze was terrifying. If Regnar was still trying to hide his rage, he was doing a terrible, terrible job at it. The dragon, however, seemed completely unfazed by the big wolf's reactions.

"Ah, I am so very glad to hear that. I did tell my partner the gift was fine," the dragon said, bringing his claws up to his chin as if thinking. "Hmm... I do think my slave is still due to punishment, however. I specifically told him to keep his tail raised the whole time, yet he could not draw it up from between his legs. Slaves can be so troublesome, don't you agree? Your castle wouldn't happen to have some place where I could leave him out in the open for punishment, would it?"

Anken let his eyes widen a bit. The dragon was certainly bluffing. He wouldn't dare punish a wolf slave out in the open inside the wolf castle. Sure, a wolf slave stuck outside in the stocks was a common side, but the fact that he was a dragon's slave... Anken lifted his eyes to see Regnar looking away with his other hand curled into a tight fist. Not good at all. The wolf prince's temper was extremely sensitive. Without even thinking, before Regnar could come up with a reply that the coyote was sure would be disastrous, Anken stepped up.

"We do indeed, my lord. I believe the stocks in the inner courtyard would fit that purpose quite nicely," Anken interjected. The dragon looked at him with a small hint of surprise in his eyes. Regnar did the same.

"Yes. I believe a courtyard would do nicely," the dragon said towards Anken, before turning his head to Regnar once more. "How is it that you usually handle those punishments around here? Personally, back in our kingdom, I'm a fan of the old fashioned whipping. Oh, wolves make such delightful, curious noises when whipped," the dragon continued with a chuckle. "All canines do, in fact," he said, glancing towards the coyote. "But I also like to be creative. There was this time I had his entire fur shaved, bit by bit. The look of frustration in his eyes was priceless. He looked nasty afterwards, though. Had to leave him for kitchen work for months. Oh, but it grows back after a while, right?"

Regnar seemed to be at his limit. His tail flickered behind him in distress, while a very low rumble could be heard coming from the back of his throat. Or at least, Anken could hear it. He looked at the prince nervously, then stepped closer to the big wolf, putting a paw over his arm. It wasn't a very decent move, specially towards a prince, but it did make Regnar look at him and lose focus on his rage, even if for just a second. Anken forced a polite laugh for the dragon's comment, as was expected, before he took over again.

"Yes, very amusing. I personally attended to a very similar public punishment here just a few moons ago," Anken said, successfully distracting the very angry prince to listen to him instead. "The poor slave got whipped, but in order for them to stop whipping his back, they forced him to beg out loud for them to whip his balls instead," Anken continued on. The dragon seemed displeased with his interruptions at first, but now he was smiling again, apparently amused with the thought. "Oh, how the poor slave regretted begging for that. They used a short riding crop. Must have been at least ten, maybe fifteen lashes to his poor testicles."

"How very amusing. Perhaps I will adopt that idea for my wolf instead," the dragon lord said. His smile widening once more while he glanced at prince Regnar. Anken could feel the wolf's arm tense between his grip.

"Yes, yes. And they weren't done yet. After that, they started plucking his scales one by one as well, but those grow back too, right?"

The dragon's smile instantly vanished. Anken knew he had been way too bold. He definitely wouldn't if he wasn't with prince Regnar, but yet, still... The prince seemed stunned for a short moment as well, as if his comment took a second for him to process, but right after the dragon's smile went away, his came back along with a chuckle.

"Yes, all very amusing," the black wolf said. His tail was wagging slowly behind him. It shouldn't be. The dragon lord seemed to have been caught off-guard for a moment, taking a few seconds to bring up his own polite chuckle along with Regnar's. Anken decided it was better not to give him a chance to turn it around.

"Ah! Lord Regnar, second prince Rael had asked you to check in with the guards at the door, didn't he? It would not be wise to overlook the security of this wonderful feast," Anken said. Regnar looked down at him with clear confusion in his eyes. It lasted only for a small moment, though.

"He did wh-? Ah, yes. Yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me. I suppose I should see to that," Regnar said. His tail was wagging faster now, but Anken felt relieved he catched his drift to make an exit. The wolf turned towards the dragon lord again, his mood much brighter now. "If you would be so kind as to excuse us, my lord, I have an important duty with the royal guard as a military commander."

"Of course. I understand. It was an honor, my lord. We will speak again in a near future," the dragon responded. It was the only polite thing to say. All three of them gave each other small bows before the dragon turned around to slither his way to someone else, leaving Regnar and Anken free to walk to the other side of the hall.

When they deemed themselves far enough, Regnar stopped to give Anken's back a slap. "Hahah! You crafty little coyote! You got into that overgrown lizard's game and threw it right back at him!"

Anken's ears folded back. He felt his muzzle blushing and had to hold his tail from wagging, but he just looked around. "Please, my lord, you gotta be discreet! It was a little reckless from my part, but he was playing a dirty game. I'm sorry for interfering in your conversation, by the way. I know it was out of line," the coyote said nervously.

"Sorry? Out of line? You rocked! I knew it was a good idea to bring you with me to this lame feast," the prince said still a little too loud. Luckily for them, Anken couldn't see anyone of real importance in their surroundings.

"Uhh... thanks. A-anyways, we should lay low for a while. The dragon might want to try you again later tonight. Plus there's that other silent dragon lord," Anken said, scratching his head. He looked up to see Regnar getting closer to him. The big, black wolf had that big, wolfish grin on his muzzle that usually meant trouble.

"Oh, I know a good way to lay low," the prince said. The black wolf leaned forward until his muzzle was close to Anken's ear. Close enough to whisper in a way he would hear despite the loud sound of the banquet around them. "Let's fuck."

Judging by the generous amount of laughter that followed from prince Regnar, Anken's reaction of instantly downing his ears and tail in an expression of pure surprise was expected. It only made him even more embarrassed, if that was even possible.

"Wh-what? I d.. don't think... I..." the coyote stuttered completely. He forced himself to stop and cleared his throat, looking away from the prince. It was impossible for him to get his ears and tail straight while staring at that mischievous smile. "What I mean is that... it is too early. A prince leaving his own feast this early will surely draw a few heads towards you in the wrong way," Anken managed to say. The coyote regained his serious expression and took back his control of his body language, but he could not keep the blushing out of his face. The big wolf chuckled again.

"So you're not saying no, just that it shouldn't be right now. Very interesting..." Prince Regnar brought his paw to his chin, as if thinking about it. The statement made Anken's ears flicker back. That wasn't what he meant! It was just... a fact. He didn't... want, he thought. His eyes moved down to Regnar's broad, muscular chest. His thick coat of beautifully black fur visible below his neck. Anken swallowed hard.

"That's... that's not quite what I me-" the coyote started, but Regnar stopped him by putting a paw over his shoulder.

"I know exactly what you meant, little 'yote, and I have the solution. Come with me," the big wolf said, moving his paw down from his shoulder to grab Anken's paw instead and pulling him through the crowd.

The coyote followed with quick steps still confused. He had no idea what Regnar meant by that. The prince really shouldn't leave the banquet early. People would talk. It didn't seem like a big deal, but they would talk. That wasn't the main concern on the coyote's mind, however. Was he... was he really going to get... fucked by the end of the night? The prospect made him extremely nervous. Sure, he'd been on the bottom of a relationship before, so to speak, but that was the prince! He'd done quite a few things with Regnar so far.... or rather, Regnar had done things to him, but nothing nearly that intimate with the prince himself! Shouldn't he protest against it? Being fucked by the prince just because Regnar wanted it? He wasn't a pleasure slave. He had rights. However, he also...

Anken's mind was still racing when they reached the right end of the big throne room. Regnar led him towards one of the side doors and opened it, pulling Anken inside and closing it behind them. It was a small council room. It had an eerie air to it as the small lamps on its walls weren't lit, but on the door's opposite side the room was made pretty much only of big, glass windows. The night sky was clear at that night, full of stars, and even the moon was visible, only half full, but providing the small room more than enough illumination for them to be able to see their surroundings. Exactly at the middle of the room stood a big, rectangular table surrounded by many chairs and a purple cloth covering it, with nothing but unlit candles in a holder over it. Across the room's walls, a cabinet and a few bookshelves with documents and books were scattered, but overall the room was quite simple. Anken had never been in it before.

Regnar fidgeted with the door, but apparently it had no lock. It took Anken much longer than it should to process what they were doing entering an empty room by themselves, even if right beside the banquet. His ears went down again.

"My lord! Surely you don't mean to do anything reckless in HERE, right? There must be hundreds of people right outside! The scandal that would follow if anyone found out would be at the very le-"

Regnar knew very well how to quell the coyote's protesting, apparently. The wolf prince used the same trick he'd used a week before. He advanced towards Anken, his arm enveloping the coyote's back while the other came up behind his head to pull him into a kiss. Anken suffered just a split second of surprise for the act, but as their muzzles intertwined and prince Regnar's tongue invaded his, he responded in equal measure. The sounds of the feast were surprisingly well muffled by the thick walls and door, making coyote's soft groans of pleasure and small breaths fill the silent room. For a moment, Anken forgot where he was, who he was and what he was. His hands came up as well, one against Regnar's side, holding the big wolf close, while the other came up to feel the prince's chest. His clothes felt good, his fur underneath felt so soft... yet beneath it, the wall of muscles never yielded. Time seemed to slow down for the coyote. He had no idea how long their kissing went on for, but when Regnar finally pulled away, he was completely out of breath. Reason slowly seeped back into his mind, making his eyes widen and his cheeks redden. Regnar was still looking at him. The wolf was smiling, but it wasn't one of those devious smiles. It seemed genuine.

"You were so freaking hot back there standing up to that dragon. I couldn't resist," the prince said. His voice seemed different. It was calm and... caring? Anken looked down, albeit smiling, and scratched his head.

"It... it was nothing, my lord," the coyote said. He found himself at a loss for words, which was something that was rare for him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Too fast. He was worried Regnar would hear it too. The wolf prince took a step forward again, hand moving up to the coyote's side.

"It wasn't nothing. I don't know what I would've done to that bastard if he kept provoking me. I know it'd be something Rael would make me regret very much later," Regnar continued. He was very close now. Anken could feel his claws at his side, caressing him over his clothes. Slowly, his hand went down, until it was over his rump. The coyote felt a few gropes, which only made his heart race even more. He looked down again and this time, from being so close, he could see a sizeable bulge inside prince Regnar's pants. No that his own pants weren't feeling particularly tight, but...

"Let's fuck here and now. I need you. I can't remember the last time I've wanted someone so badly," the black wolf continued. His voice was still calm, but it had that... that hint of a growl behind it that overflowed with dominance. It made Anken's ears flicker and his cock jump at the same time. He looked up at the prince and met his eyes. He couldn't deny it to himself anymore that he wanted it. So badly. But reason still spoke louder in his head, screaming at him that the risk was far too big to take.

"We can't do it HERE. We could... we could just wait a few more hours until the feast is over. If anyone sees us here your reputation... and my reputation would be..." Anken stammered between his words. Where the hell was that confident voice that was so good at making a point, specially when all logic was on his side, when Regnar looked at him like that? The prince kept looking down at him, then snorted. The wolf got closer once again, lowering his head slowly until his muzzle was very close to the coyote's downed ears.

"Let's see if I can convince you," the wolf said in a low tone. His muzzle continued down, brushing against Anken's own and going past it to nuzzle at his neck. Both the wolf's hands came up to hold him in an embrace, pulling him tight. The big wolf was practically enveloping the smaller coyote, with Regnar's strong scent overwhelming his senses. He breathed in more of it in delight. Anken thought he should say something. Protest. But he felt Regnar's warm, soft tongue starting to lick his neck sensually. The coyote immediately lifted his head in reflex, closing his eyes and exposing his neck for the wolf's slow licking.

One of Regnar's hands stayed at his back, keeping him close, but the other moved between them and quickly went down to reach for Anken's hardened cock through his clothes. The wolf squeezed his bulge gently and trailed his claws over it, making Anken both let out a groan of sheer pleasure and feel embarrassed for the fact that the prince could feel his complete arousal over the situation. It seemed to spur Regnar on, as his licking got a little faster. Stronger.

After a few minutes of teasing, at which point Anken could feel his underwear sticky with precum, the wolf's claws started to eagerly fidget with his pants' laces. Regnar tugged and pulled at them, not really being careful anymore. His lust could be easily heard in his sharp breath and eager passion. The coyote's laces finally swung open, perhaps even torn, and with a rough pull, Regnar managed to loosen them enough to lower his pants for his cock and balls to pop out. Anken moaned softly when he felt his dripping, aching erection come out to the open, and moaned yet again when he felt the wolf's paw enveloping it, caressing it, teasing it.

Anken could feel his heartbeat inside his head. He was horny beyond belief. Everything was so hot and perfect for him, except for that tingle of uneasiness that kept creeping up inside his mind. The coyote opened his eyes, glancing sideways towards the closed door. The sounds of the banquet still reached his ears in the background and for a moment, he imagined second prince Rael coming through that door and looking at them with an outraged expression. It could be anyone, really, but for some reason prince Rael was the one that came to his mind. He imagined the wolf's stern face, masking anger behind it. He imagined the wolf signing the documents that would send him to the farthest depths of the wolf lands, away from all he knew and loved. It made him let out a whimper and bring his hands up to push Regnar away. He couldn't even budge the big wolf, of course, but Regnar felt the pressure and pulled away, looking at him confused. The coyote looked up at him, then looked down to avoid his eyes, blushing hard. He could see his own hard cock down there, with pre glistening at its tip and his knot already formed. It pulsed alongside his racing heartbeat.

"We can't do it here, like this. The room doesn't even have a lock. Someone... someone will..." he said. The conflict was very clear in his voice. He wanted it more than anything, but he just couldn't risk it. The wolf prince, however, just smiled.

"Heh. Always the careful one even when I'm having a go at your prick, huh?" Regnar said, apparently still having fun with him. Anken was somewhat relieved. For a moment he'd been afraid the wolf would take offense in it. That he would just stop and walk away. Regnar turned his head to take a look around, which didn't last long at all. When he looked down at the coyote again, he was grinning. "Fine, then. We'll do it where no one can see us."

Regnar's hand came up to grab Anken's cock, which made him grasp. He felt the wolf's hand already smeared with precum, which made him blush, but another drop squirted from his tip just for being grabbed like this. The wolf pulled him by his cock, moving towards the center of the room and bringing the groaning, stumbling coyote with him. The wolf pulled him towards the table, then, still holding his cock with one hand, he used his foot to push a chair away to the side and the other hand to lift the long cloth covering it, creating an opening. He turned his grin towards Anken again, pulling his cock down gently.

"Get down there," the wolf said, calmly. Anken's ears, already folded back, glued to his head. That was hardly the idea of privacy he had in his mind! He looked down at the opening. The table's cloth was long enough to reach the floor from all sides, providing perfect coverage, but they'd still be close to the door. Close to the banquet. Close to all those people. He looked up at Regnar again, uncertain. The wolf was keeping his devious grin over his muzzle, looking at him with clear expectations. When their eyes met, the prince gave him a tiny nod and the wolf's hand holding his cock gave it a small squeeze. For once, Anken's lust spoke louder than his reason and the coyote got down on all fours, still with his pants open and his hard cock bouncing underneath him, to crawl down over the cold floor towards under the table.

The table was wide, so there was plenty of space, but since the cloth covered everything it was pitch dark under it. All Anken could see was a little brightness at the opening still held by Regnar, which was quickly covered as the big wolf crouched down to get in himself. The space was tighter for the black wolf, so he moved further back to give the prince some space and moved to sit down. Grunting, the wolf finally managed to get himself under the table, which made the cloth's opening fall down, leaving them both in complete darkness.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes," the prince said. Anken couldn't see his paw in front of his nose in the dark, but somehow the wolf quickly found his shoulder and pushed him. Within moments, Anken found himself lying down over the cold stone floor with prince Regnar over him. He could feel the prince's weight over his thighs, where he was obviously sitting, as well as the prince's hand on his shoulder keeping him down.

"Th.. this is hardly... I mean, someone could still come in and.. and see, hear or smell..." Anken started, uncertainty still creeping inside him, but a claw brushing through his hard cock made him stop to let out a yip.

"Nah. Nobody's gonna find us here. You should stop worrying about that and just... enjoy," Regnar said, softly. Anken felt the wolf leaning over, his weight shifting, and then the wolf's muzzle was back at his neck with that wonderful tongue doing the devil's work. It felt just too good. The coyote could feel his cock pressed between both bodies, which only made it even harder to focus on reason. Regnar rubbed himself against him as he worked over his neck, something that Anken was almost sure was completely intentional, as it made him feel everything on his fully engorged member.

It went on for a while. Anken could barely hold back his yips and moans while he writhed under prince Regnar, shivering with pleasure and lust. The wolf's smell felt so good. The fur of his neck felt wet and spiky with saliva when Regnar finally retreated. Anken couldn't see the black wolf in the dark, but he could hear the wolf's rough breathing just over him. He could feel Regnar's warm breath just over his muzzle while he himself just panted.

"I can't hold back anymore..." Regnar said, softly. It made Anken's ears flicker, but he didn't move. The wolf retreated, but Anken could still feel him standing on all fours over him. He felt Regnar's hand over his chest, then going down towards his pants. It flicked his hard cock once, which brought a small moan from him, followed by a quiet chuckle from the wolf above, and then immediate blushing on his part. Regnar's claws caught his pants' waistband and, with a single pull, shoved them down along with his underwear all the way to his knees. The coyote felt even more exposed when his rump touched the stone floor, slightly warmed by his own body.

Anken brought his hands up to feel the wolf's chest. Regnar was such a hot wolf. The coyote couldn't believe he was there with him. With a prince. Under a table next to a feast full of important people. The thrill of it was constant. So much that his heart wouldn't slow down, yet now that he was so far into it, reason didn't stand a chance against lust. He heard the sound of clothes rustling, which could only mean that Regnar was fumbling with his own pants. Indeed, it didn't take long for the wolf to come down at his neck to lick and kiss it, but this time along with his weight the coyote felt the wolf's rock hard member pressing against his own. Both cocks tightly fitting between their bodies.

Regnar retreated once more and chuckled. "You are so freaking hot, little 'yote," he said. His dominant growling was back. The wolf's hand went down to Anken's leg, then pulled it up, raising it high with the help of Anken's inherent canine flexibility. That left the coyote with his legs wide spread and hips slightly lifted, feeling Regnar's hard member touching his most sensitive place. Teasing it. Surely the wolf had had sex in that position before. "Ready?", the wolf asked. Anken couldn't see, but he could picture Regnar's smirk pretty well in his head.

"...Yes, my lord," the coyote stuttered between pants. He didn't remember ever feeling so horny before.

"Heh. Even when you're about to get fucked you're still polite," Regnar said with a growl. Anken heard the wolf spit a few times, imagining he must be using it as an enabler and somehow that made the act even hotter for him. Soon enough, he felt the pressure he was expecting pressing against his taint. Light at first, the wolf was obviously being careful, but it didn't take much longer for Anken's walls to succumb to the pressure, letting the invader into his body. Anken groaned, louder than he would've liked, when the feeling of Regnar's cock getting into him hit him. The wolf was indeed taking it slow, going further and further inch by inch while the coyote sunk his claws on the floor. It felt so... big. He felt like he should've remembered that Regnar's cock was proportional to his size, but it was too late to think about that.

The coyote's grunts got stronger, and then Regnar stopped. Left panting on the floor, Anken was sure he'd never taken a cock so big before. He felt it throbbing inside him, hot and eager, and above him, Regnar, whose breath was also tight and loud, chuckled. The wolf moved, which made his cock shift inside Anken's tailhole much to the coyote's discomfort. When he felt Regnar's muzzle close to his, his hot breath over his muzzle, he knew the wolf had lowered himself once more.

"Come on little 'yote, I'm more than halfway through here. I'm sure you're the kind of guy that can go all the way to the knot," the wolf whispered over him. Only halfway through?! Anken's ears folded back. It was too much for him! His own member rubbed against Regnar's belly, but he still wasn't sure he could take all of that.

"My lord... I.. I don't think.. don't think I c-" the coyote started between his panting, but got cut by his own moaning when Regnar closed his grip over Anken's throbbing member.

"Hmmm. I have a way to... 'help' people get over their limits," the wolf said teasingly. His paw started moving over the coyote's shaft, up and down in slow motions. Anken groaned, feeling his cock spurting pre over his own vest out of sheer pleasure. After only a few moments of caressing, Regnar resumed his pushing along with the soft teasing over Anken's cock. It made the coyote clench involuntarily over the invading shaft over and over again, making the intrusion much more intense for the coyote and bringing a few grunts from the wolf above him. Grunts that only added to his growling. Anken had no doubt the wolf was enjoying the whole thing immensely.

Regnar's big member kept going on and on, but Anken felt so overwhelmed with stimulation that he could barely process it. His mind was a haze of lust. He found himself making small thrusting movements against Regnar's paw, which in turn made the cock inside him shift and move, bringing even more pleasure. The wolf prince's growling got a little louder, followed by him starting to pull out. The wolf's cock went back to what Anken guessed to be halfway inside his tailhole before the prince rammed it back in. The coyote's groan was even louder, then. He didn't get time to recover, as the movement repeated itself faster. Regnar's hand left his cock to move to his side, where it was used to support the wolf as he thrusted yet again. And again, and again until he built a steady pace of fucking.

Anken didn't even mind that the hand left his shaft. Regnar's thrusting was a little hard at first, but the wolf must've been letting out a lot of pre as well, for his fucking got smooth quite fast. With the sheer size of the wolf's member, Anken's prostate was an easy target, making the smaller coyote tremble with pleasure that instantly translated to his own cock. Too much pleasure, in fact. Regnar's fucking quickly started to pick up in speed with the wolf arfing and growling over him. Anken brought his own hand up to touch his cock. To jerk it off and cum to the whole thing like his body screamed for him to do. That was the movement that made Regnar slow down, however. slowed down just to batter the coyote's hand away from his cock with the hand he was using for support.

"No. Not yet, little 'yote. Not yet," he said within an intense growl. The wolf took the coyote's wrist and, when he moved his hand back to support himself against the floor, he held the wrist under it. Anken still had his other hand available, but he didn't dare disobey the wolf. The rough fucking continued right away, with Regnar pumping his cock in and out of Anken's tailhole and the coyote left to moan over it with his cock throbbing and leaking.

The coyote lost any notion of time and space. His mind unable to concentrate on absolutely anything other than the wolf cock going in and out of his ass and all the pleasure going through his body. The fucking got faster and faster, with the sound of both their heavy breaths filling his ears, Regnar's smell coming to his nose, mixed with his own smell and the heavy musk of sex pairing in the air. He hadn't realized that his other hand, the one not stuck under Regnar's, was grasping the wolf's shirt in a tight grip. Everything felt so great. Even when he felt the wolf's thrusting get deeper, accompanied by his knot bumping against his entrance, threatening to go in, all he could think about was the pleasure. He could feel his own knot completely swollen, announcing the closeness of his own climax even though he had barely touched himself so far. It was just so much pleasure.

"I'm going... going to knot you. Tie us together. Cum so deep..." Regnar's words were highly accentuated by his growling now. It was rough, coming between his short breaths.

"Do... it!" Anken whispered between his lust. He wasn't thinking about how big the knot was. About whether he could take it or not. All he could think about was that he wanted it to happen. The coyote's approval seemed to renew Regnar's efforts to make it happen, as his thrusting got slower, but deeper and stronger as the wolf actively tried to push his knot into its target. It was pure instinct taking over. Regnar's grip on both Anken's wrist and leg tightened as the wolf used his strength to make it happen, trying harder and harder until in one sudden motion, it did. The wolf's sizeable knot beat Anken's resistance, getting swallowed by the coyote's tailhole in an act that made both the wolf and coyote moan at the same time. When he succeeded, Regnar stopped for a moment, as if revelling on the feeling of the coyote's tight walls gripping over his sensitive knot. For Anken, on the other side, it was like nothing he had ever felt. The wolf prince's gigantic member was fully lodged inside of him, making him feel every small inch of it in the most pleasurable way possible. It did hurt when the wolf's knot went in, but that was slowly turning into a dull ache, completely overshadowed by his incredible lust.

Regnar resumed his thrusting. With his knot inside the coyote, they were now shallow, but Anken knew very well they were just as effective for the wolf. Regnar's hand left the coyote's leg, letting it get support over his shoulder, and used it to go back to teasing his cock. Just its grip against it was enough to make Anken moan, but the wolf started a jerking motion that, while clumsy, was pretty well timed with his own thrusts to make it incredibly pleasurable. Anken knew he wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last long at all, in fact, but then everything stopped.

The sound of the door opening brought him out of his lust-filled haze and back into reality with remarkable speed. Anken held his breath and, judging by the silence that followed, he knew that Regnar must've been doing the same over him. The wolf stopped everything, though his hand was still gripping the coyote's cock and his own shaft was still pulsing, knotted inside his tailhole. He heard steps coming into the room, the rustle of clothing, then the door closing again before a voice began speaking.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait until morning?" one voice said. Anken's heart felt so loud he was afraid they would hear it. They were going to get caught. He was going to get caught knotted to a prince under a table. His ears glued against his head and he held back a whimper. Since the table's cloth went all the way to the ground, he couldn't even see the feet of whoever was in the room, but someone was definitely there.

"Hush. Someone might hear it," a second voice said, in a very low tone. The voice diminished to a whisper, which made it impossible for Anken to discern what they were saying. He found the he couldn't hold his breath any longer, and then started to, very slowly, let it out. The dulled sounds of the banquet and the newcomers' whispers were all that his ears could pick up. Regnar was managing to be incredibly silent over him as well. His incredible apprehension regarding the situation was having an effect in his erection, that slowly dwindled between Regnar's claws, but it didn't seem to be affecting the black wolf at all from what he could feel throbbing inside his tailhole.

The whispering kept going. Anken just wished they would just leave. To go anywhere else. He was regretting doing what he did with all his heart. Why didn't he listen to the voice of reason? Why had he let the wolf prince lead him into it? Now he would lose his job, his home, his position and everything else because of it. The coyote's thoughts were spiraling down, getting worse and worse, until he felt Regnar's hand on his cock moving again. He let out a very small gasp that instantly made his ears perk up to see if they had heard it, but judging by the whispers continuing, they hadn't. The wolf's hand started moving up and down his cock in a pleasurable way. It quickly succeeded in coaxing Anken's erection back to where it was before, especially with a big wolf knot still lodged in his rear, but Anken couldn't believe Regnar was doing that. The coyote had to make a big effort not to let any sounds out. He couldn't see the wolf in the dark and the wolf couldn't see him, so he had no way of telling Regnar how absolutely insane he was being. Anken brought his free hand up to Regnar's wrist, trying to pull it away from his cock, but Regnar resisted. Anken forced, but the big wolf wouldn't let his hand budge away from the slow movements that were bringing the coyote very quickly back to his edged state.

Anken didn't think the situation could get any worse. He was under a table with the wolf prince's knot inside his ass while two guests from the banquet were talking right by his side. The sheer amount of worrying in his mind was keeping him at bay, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the feeling of rising pleasure coming from his cock being masturbated. That's when the situation did get worse. It was slow, very slow, but Anken could clearly feel Regnar moving his cock inside him. In a thrust. Slowly and quietly, Regnar was continuing his fucking despite the two guests inside the room.

Anken used his hand to give Regnar's arms a few light, urgent taps for him to stop, but the simple rustle of clothing that it caused made him nervous they might hear it, so he stopped. Regnar, however, didn't. Anken could barely hear the wolf's breath over him, but the prince was surely continuing his shallow thrusts, which along with the movement over his cock, made it extremely hard not to make any sounds.

"Are you SURE about that? The swap won't be smooth at all!", one of the guests said, which brought what seemed to be a growl from the other. Anken couldn't focus on it, though. The coyote pressed his claws against the floor, while biting his lip to keep himself from moaning. Regnar's thrusting were getting a little faster and stronger.

The guests went back to an urgent whispering and it wasn't long before he heard the faint sound of a hint of a grunt coming from Regnar above him. After that, Anken clearly felt the warmness of the wolf's cum gushing on his insides. Regnar was cumming! Another very low grunt came from the wolf as he apparently dealt with his climax, while his cock throbbed hard inside the coyote, making him feel every jet of wolf spunk being deposited inside him and locked away by Regnar's engorging knot. The whole act made him feel closer to his own climax as well, though while cumming Regnar's paw on his cock was no more than a tight grip. It took several seconds for it to start winding down, much to Anken's relief. He also knew, however, that any chance of dislodging from Regnar's knot had just gone down the drain, or rather, inside his gut, as the prince's release meant his knot had reached its full size for a tie. That didn't help in his own lust either. Despite the whole situation, thanks to the wolf, he found himself desperately close to his own release.

"Heh. Fine, I'll do as you say," one of the voices said. It felt familiar to Anken. Was it... prince Raenn? If it was, that only made the situation much, much worse. He'd be caught by Regnar's brother! He wondered if Regnar had also recognized the voice, but the resuming of the pumping motions over Anken's cock made him think he hadn't. The coyote gripped the wolf's wrist teasing his cock harder, with growing urgency, but Regnar wouldn't have it. He was apparently stout on making the situation much more difficult for him. The pumping over his cock started getting faster. Anken couldn't help but clench against the knotted cock buried deep inside his ass, making the whole thing even more pleasurable for himself. He felt himself getting closer. No. He had to hold it. He couldn't do THAT with people right next to him. If he failed to keep quiet...

The coyote tried. He tried very hard, but his climax kept creeping closer and closer until finally, he felt himself lose. The familiar feeling of his climax rising rushed through him, bringing pleasure to every inch of his body as his cock started to throb harder. Regnar didn't let up on the movements, if anything getting even faster, as Anken's cock erupted with cum gushing out to fall over his own vest. The fact that he was ruining his fancy clothes that weren't even his didn't even cross his mind, as all his focus was kept on trying to keep himself from moaning out loud. From howling. From exhaling in response to the incredible pleasure he felt while his cock let out spurt after spurt of his seed over himself. He succeeded, to a degree, managing to let out nothing but a few short, very low gasps of breath while the pleasure hit its peak, only to then slowly start to slowly go down again. Regnar's claws also slowed down along with his cumming, until they came to a complete halt. He felt the wolf's hand patting his spent cock lightly, as if complimenting him for cumming like he wanted to. It made Anken blush in the dark.

Controlling his breath even after the ordeal was still hard, as was dealing with Regnar's huge cock inside him, but after a few more minutes of rushed whispered arguing, they heard the door opening again.

"I'll do as you say, you don't have to worry," the voice that sounded like fifth prince Raenn said, before they heard more rustling of clothing, and then the door closing and absolute silence. Both Anken and Regnar stood there, in the dark, completely silent for several moments after they left, making sure nobody was left behind, before the coyote sighed in relief. He heard prince Regnar chuckling over him.

"I told you it would be a lot of fun," the wolf said. Anken felt incredibly angry at how careless the prince was. At how close they had been to being discovered that time. At how his clothes were now covered in cum, at how he wouldn't be able to hide his smell from anyone, about how they would still have to spend quite some time under that table with him stuck to Regnar's cock. Then he felt the wolf's warm tongue giving the side of his muzzle a slow lick, and just like that, all his anger dissipated.