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Prince Askia lounged back in the deep armchair, claws of one paw idly picking at the material of the velvet. In his other he rolled an almost-empty glass of wine between his fingers, while watching the fire crackle and splutter in the hearth. He had come here on business, on a diplomatic mission - to arrange some sort of trade agreement between this country and his home, across the sea to the west - and while he found the hospitality pleasant enough, the... lethargy of how things got done had started to get on his nerves. First he had to wait two hours before a room could be cleared for him, and then he had been awoken this morning (at least they understood that he was in no mood to dispute a trade agreement after travelling for almost a month straight) by a slim otter servant informing him that the king would soon be ready to see him.

That was over two hours ago. Now that otter sat in the chair on the opposite side of the room, back straight and ears perked for any command from his respected guest, just as he had remained since he finished cleaning up the mess that a deathly tired Askia had left around the room before falling into bed the previous night. Good to see that the servants here were well-trained, too.

"So," he began, taking care to think of his words first. He still hadn't grown fully accustomed to the language. "When I woke up this morning to relieve myself, I saw two African wild dogs in front of a door. Why is that?"

The otter's bright blue eyes briefly flicked to the side, and he crossed one leg over the other. When he spoke, though, he made sure to establish eye contact with the prince, who was also an African wild dog. "Guards, my lord. Just like the stallion standing outside your door. The King tries not to show preference towards one species or another. There's a cheetah in the kitchens-"

"They were dressed like barbarians. The other guards all match; not these two."

"Barbarians? No, no, my lord - that's their usual garb. They're... mercenaries. Brothers. From a nearby tribe."

"Tribe?"

The otter nodded, and straightened up further. His eyes seemed to light up a little. "Yes, my lord! In this land, your kin remains in the wilderness in bands or tribes. Fantastic swordsmen, the best you'll find this side of the Lorvash Mountains - I hear the King is having those two you saw train his sons in the art, though they won't accept a permanent position in the palace. I also heard... that..." ...but his round teacup ears splayed out, his eyebrows shot up and then lowered, and then, blushing slightly, he averted his gaze and slumped over a little.

Askia paused in lifting his wine glass to his lips. The otter looked up at him, and looked away. "What?"

"Nothing, my lord. I almost - spoke out of turn... it would be inappropriate for me to-"

The wild dog prince swallowed down the last of his wine. "As your guest, it would please me for you to finish your thought."

This otter servant swallowed and looked at the prince again. It looked like he had trouble keeping his eyes fixed on Askia's mismatched pair. "I - heard that, of the wild dog tribes,the males are...fierce in their loving, and the females are just as strong."

He set his wineglass down on the arm of the chair, watching it for a moment to be sure it would not tip over. Then, without looking back at the otter he asked "'Fierce'. What do you mean by that?"

"I - my lord, I mean that... well... ah, bringing one to bed will ensure a soreness to greet you upon awakening for two days or so."

"And the women?"

"May I quote a book, my lord?"

Askia raised his eyebrows. "Go ahead. It pleases me to learn that the servants here are educated, too."

The otter cleared his throat. "We rode ceaselessly for what felt like days on end, hardly stopping to eat or sleep. By the end of it I could hardly feel my legs, my thighs burned with soreness on each step taken, and I could not lie down to sleep due to the unrelenting ache in my lower back."

At hearing this, Askia couldn't help but lean back in his chair and raise his eyebrows even further. He looked over this otter servant again: slim, fairly small of stature and presence, somewhat quiet - until spoken to, at least. In truth, he was a lot less shy than he looked. "I'm impressed. Ah - why, pray tell, does a palace servant have such a passage as that memorized?"

The otter clasped his paws in his lap and made as if to stand up, but didn't. "It comes in handy," he said simply.

Then, because Askia just couldn't help himself: "And do you know these things about the wild dogs from experience?"

Silence. The otter's cheeks turned a nice shade of rosy pink beneath his thick brown fur. "My lord-"

"You wouldn't lie to me..." Askia crossed one of his legs over the other. He loved the way that this palace's silks felt on his fur - though with a set of markings like his own, it had been a little tough finding something that complemented his colors. "..._would_you, little otter? How would your King feel to find out that this trade deal of ours had been botched, because I couldn't get the servant assigned to my chambers to do my bidding?"

Something akin to exacerbation briefly flashed across the servant's muzzle, but in another half-second that had gone, and he lifted his gaze again. Then, he swallowed. "...Those... wild dog brothers you saw. In the hall."

"Yes? What about them?"

"On - one time on a slow day here at the palace, we... I got a little distracted, and..."

Askia leaned in. "Mm?"

"...happened on one of them while he was sleeping, and... let my desire get the best of me. He didn't mind; he woke up halfway through, and all he did was grip my legs and push me down onto him... and then his brother walked in, found him buried under my tail, and - didn't want to hear any excuses; he had been watching for a while, and when I caught sight of him, came forward and - had me open my muzzle for him, so he could... slide up between my lips, keep me quiet..."

This was fantastic. Prince Askia scooted closer to the edge of his chair, feeling his silk pants grow a little tighter in front at the prospect. Back in his home country, homosexuality was almost unheard of, something to be kept quiet about - while here, one of the gods to be worshipped proclaimed that all love is equal, and it seemed that one out of every three bluebloods had had some affair or another of the sort. "And?"

The otter glanced up to him but did not hold the eye contact. Through his story his voice had grown soft, as if he had become embarrassed - which, the prince wouldn't blame him for. It was an embarrassing thing to tell to visiting nobility who really had no business knowing. "And, what... my lord?"

"Did you enjoy it?" Askia stood up, knocking over his forgotten wineglass to the floor, against which it clattered and broke; the servant shot up to his feet, but at a paw-wave from the prince, slowly sat back down. "Were you sore afterwards?"

"W-well, I mean, I..." Those blue eyes remained fixed on the wild dog's midriff, not wanting to meet his the prince's parti-colored gaze but also wishing to avoid the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Um - most of the week; four days, I think... after the first brother had had his turn with me, the other one pushed me down into the bed and - and mounted me from behind..." His voice trailed off into silence as the prince drew closer, until hardly more than a half-foot of space remained between them - or, rather, between the otter's head and the front of Askia's pants.

"Do you have a family, otter?" the wild dog asked. He held his paw out, traced the long claw of one finger up along the outside of the mustelid's small ear, watched how he tilted his head at the feeling and then let a shiver ravage his body... "A wife? Or - I guess I should say - husband?"

"N-no, my lord..." The otter swallowed and flicked his eyes up to the prince's muzzle. "I am not allowed to - to marry..."

"What's your name?"

Askia quite liked seeing how the little otter's nose twitched and his whiskers flicked in such close proximity to him. He knew that, as an African wild dog, he carried a generally _stronger_scent than most other canids (which was saying something; hyenas didn't count, though) - and, as a Prince as well...

The otter swallowed again. Askia had not failed to notice that he had leaned in a little bit, closer to the wild dog's body. "Luke. My lord."

"Luke, I'd like to ask you to do something - and you should feel honored to perform such a task for your honored guest. Yes?"

At this, Luke's ears perked up even beneath the prince's claw, still moving slowly and steadily, and the otter also brightened as well. Askia thought he could see a tent similar to the one in his own pants lifting the front of the servant's much less-exquisite pair. Perhaps, the prince thought to himself, I should get to know this pair of brothers and see if Luke is correct in his assumptions about them - though I suppose he has already tried them out for himself. Were they the ones to be guarding my door - ah...

"Yes, sir." Now the servant spoke slowly and in a slightly different voice. He had half-raised his paws towards the fastenings of the wild dog's pants. "What would you have me do?"

"The stallion - the one that you said is guarding my room? - go fetch him."

At first, Luke showed confusion and perhaps slight disappointment - but then, rather than disobey a direct order from his honored guest, he stood up, started for the door, adjusted his pants on the way there, and then disappeared for a moment outside. Askia heard the quiet murmur of a brief conversation before he returned, the large horse striding in behind him; the top of Luke's head, ears included, hardly came to the line of his collarbone beneath his thin thread shirt.

Askia had not seen his guard until now, having stumbled into his room almost as soon as he'd arrived and directly falling asleep. As such, he took the opportunity to look over him: tall, meaty, very much a prime example of a stallion... taut muscles visible beneath smooth, short-haired skin along his legs, arms, and what of his chest was visible beneath his clothing. That fairly impressive physique probably presented most of the reason for his relative lack of armor, limited to a pair of leather shoulderpads, leggings that reached only halfway down his legs, and a girdle positioned in the middle of his chest.

The stallion kept his head down and eyes averted, following the expected rule of do not speak until spoken to. His golden-wheat mane hung down over one of his shoulders and beside his snout.

Satisfied, Prince Askia folded his paws behind his back and stood up straighter, still fully aware of his half-erection being visible under his loose silks. That was perfectly fine, especially with his desires taken into consideration. "Luke?"

The otter's ears perked again, and he adjusted his stance. "Yes, my lord?"

"I would like for you to show my guard here my gratitude for having him." Askia licked his lips. "On your knees, otter. In front of him."

This surprised the stallion, of course - but he stood perfectly still (apart from widening his own stance a little) while Luke shuffled over in front of him, cast one more look at the African wild dog prince, and then lowered himself first to one knee and then the other as well. It brought Askia a sweet, taboo sort of pleasure, then, to watch the otter in his brief indecision there before he reached up, gingerly began undoing the fastenings of the stallion's pants, undoubtedly as he had wanted and intended to do to the prince's.

Then, Askia felt his own pants grow tighter yet again once Luke pulled the opened flaps of the stallion's pants apart, bringing into view the horse's thick, plump sheath and large sack, smooth black skin glistening with the remnants of sweat, musk, and his natural skin oils. Luke's whiskers twitched and he leaned back a little - which just allowed the wild dog prince to get an even better look at that sheath, at the end of which slick ridged skin bunched up and that he knew would stretch out as the otter went on with his given command. Askia kept two stallion bodyguards back at his home palace, and on slow days, he'd often call one over, swipe his long loincloth to the side, and work out the full length of his cock from the dry spice of his sheath with nothing but a well-placed paw, a deft tongue, and his lips...

Of course, what with his home's view on the matter, this had to kept a bit of a secret. He knew, however, that neither of his bodyguards would let that secret spill. They had considerable benefits linked to keeping it quiet.

But, now, he wanted to see Luke do the same. The otter servant turned his bright blue eyes back towards him as if asking confirmation; Askia sternly nodded and waved one of his paws, as if to say hurry up. Luke's ears lowered a bit, but he did not disobey: after flicking that tongue of his out over his lips and hesitating a moment, he closed the distance between his muzzle and the thick folds of the horse's sheath, against which he kept his nose pressed while he pulled in breath after slow breath through his parted lips.

"Good..." Askia mused, sliding down into the chair left vacant by the otter. Of course it wasn't anywhere near as comfortable as his armchair on the other side of the room, but this one provided a much better, much closer view of the action, and he had enough room to cross one leg horizontally over the other to lighten some of the pressure on his slowly-growing cock as he watched the otter rub the side of his face against the stallion's plump sheath.

Luke had only tugged the stallion's pants down far enough to show the entire length of that glistening sheath of his and what looked to be the top half of his sack, balls hanging full and heavy between his legs. It looked like this little otter servant would have trouble caressing even one of his orbs in the palm of his paw... but, as Askia watched and as Luke started to drag his tongue against the underside of the horse's sheath, pulling the supple skin gently along, one brown-furred paw worked into the space and cupped his hanging sack, fingers pressing into the flesh. Now he traced his tongue all the way up the side of the guard's sheath again and again, each time slipping it in among the folds of his skin at the end when he reached the top - and in response, the stallion pushed his hips slightly forward against the otter's muzzle.

At the end of that sheath where Luke focused his attention, one paw gently squeezing one of the guard's balls while the other rubbed and massaged the base of the sheath, the stallion's cock had begun to drop and slowly draw out of it, blunt head coming into the prince's view first followed by a shaft as thick as the sheath and just as delectable. As his length grew, Luke's nose and lips followed it: Askia watched in pleasure as the otter first slid his tongue into the wrinkles of skin at the outside rim of the stallion's sheath, and then pulled it up along the underside of the cock that grew and pulsed out with his attention.

Just as the prince had suspected, this particular stallion was a prime example of masculinity, from the ridges of muscles hidden beneath his shirt, to his height, to the broadness of his shoulders, to the thicker, unkempt pubic fur that bristled all around the base of his sheath - and then, finally, to the length and girth of the equine length that still steadily grew out of that sheath, now with both of the otter's paws pressing and rubbing along it in attempts to coax it further out while he drew his tongue along the warm skin again and again, all reluctance evidently eliminated.

With his own hand, the stallion dropped his pants a little further down into legs and finally brought into full view the entirety of his heavy sack, balls large and dark and doubtless worth the caresses that Luke had devoted to them. The otter even had to straighten up a bit from his kneeling position to continue paying attention to the head of the horse's cock - and even then, he couldn't fully close his lips around it. Prince Askia could only imagine what was going on there: probably swirling his tongue around the slight bulge of the head, flicking along the underside, teasing around the rim... that had to have been the reason for the guard's slight gasps and grunts, his little thrusts forward and the tightening of his fists at his sides.

Luke kept his paws on the horse's length beneath his medial ring, slightly wider than the rest of his shaft and impossible to ignore. The flesh pressed in with his squeezing, the skin gently rolled up and down with the movement of his paws, and the horse continued to push his hips forward again and again as if he had finally gotten into the servicing.

Prince Askia couldn't help but drop one paw to his own lap and rub himself through his pants, his own cock quite hard and ready from watching and, admittedly, maybe imagining himself in the place of the obedient otter servant, with his nose pressed up into the big stallion's pubic fur, his chin against his warm sack, and tongue against the warm, smooth skin of his sheath and shaft-

"That's enough," he drawled. Then, noticing that Luke just continued with stroking the stallion's length in both paws (its full length reached almost halfway up his chest - Luke had had to rise up quite a bit from his kneeling), he had to repeat himself, and louder. "That's enough!"

Blue eyes flicked back to him, showing guilt; the stallion turned his own brown eyes, half-lidded, towards the prince. Luke wiped the back of a paw across his mouth and swallowed.

While watching the two, Askia leaned back in his chair, lifted himself up, and easily slid his pants down his legs. It brought him pleasure to see both pairs of eyes instantly move down and focus on the red flesh of his erect length, throbbing and leaking small drips of pre down the tapered tip. His knot had not yet had a chance to inflate, but when he brought his paw up along his shaft and pushed his sheath the rest of the way back, he could feel the beginnings of its bulge.

"Please your visiting prince," he went on, slowly stroking himself. The stallion guard had moved one hand down to his cock and started doing the same. "You. Otter. Luke."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Strip."

This time the otter obeyed quite readily and eagerly, beginning with his shirt and then dropping his similarly-thin pants. He wore no undergarments, and, just as Askia expected, was also hard and ready. That was good; that'd make things easier. Luke remained standing, on full display for the prince whose orders he obeyed. His eyes remained fixed on one area of the wild dog.

"Good... now, be a good otter, and get on all fours." Askia spread his legs and pointed down, at the same time moving closer to the edge of the chair so that his sack hung off the edge and his cock angled forward slightly. "Muzzle here. Let me feel that tongue of yours."

He knew that he was spoiling this servant, giving him what he no doubt wanted, but... well, Askia benefited from it, too. Luke easily slid down to all fours between the wild dog's legs, looked up at him one more time, and then dragged his nose up along the fur of his sack - and then flesh of his cock. A shiver visibly ran the length of the otter's back as he breathed in the prince's scent, but, still unwilling to disobey an order, soon it was his parted lips and then eager tongue that took the place of his nose against the underside of his cock, gently making its way up to lap off the pre that dripped down the side.

Presented with a cock that he could actually handle, then, Luke successfully closed his lips around Prince Askia's tapered tip and, after spending a moment in swirling his tongue around it, started to slowly dive down. The wild dog couldn't help but thrust upwards into the eager muzzle, into the sweet, slick warmth enclosing him on all sides, down to the top of the slight bulge of his knot where Luke's head remained for a moment before coming back up, and then repeating the movement.

You don't know how lucky you are, Askia found himself thinking. He lowered a paw back down to the otter's head and scritched behind one of his ears. Pleasuring a foreign prince like this... I hope you remember this next time you find your nose buried between the legs of either of those brothers. Meanwhile, the stallion still stood nearby and still slowly stroked along his impressive length, a rather large bead of clear pre having gathered at the end of his length. Gods, how Askia wanted to call him over to lick that off...

But, instead, the prince looked up, caught the horse's eye, and then pointed down around the otter to the base of the wide rudder tail. The stallion seemed to understand what he was expected to do: in a few long strides he had positioned himself behind Luke, and then, with a quick movement of his on the bare rump, had lifted his rear into the air at an angle suitable for him as he lowered himself down to his knees.

Sensing what was about to happen, Luke quickly came up off of Askia's length and glanced behind himself at the stallion, spreading that bead of pre out around the blunt head of his cock and preparing to press up under his tail. "Wait!" he spluttered, one paw still gripping the base of Askia's cock. His knot had just barely started to swell out. "Wait - my lord, I don't - I think th-"

"Shh." The wild dog's paw on the back of his head tugged him back down, and soon, his complaints died in his throat and he continued bobbing. "Shh, shh."

He could tell when the head of the stallion's cock kissed against the otter's tight tailhole in how Luke slowed down with his bobbing and how his paw tightened beneath Askia's knot - and then he could tell even better when that cock started to stretch him wide and sink into him. The otter let out an audible grunt and tensed up all over, claws almost digging into the splotched fur of the prince's upper thigh; he drew back off of Askia's cock and squirmed, giving voice to a noise halfway between an uncomfortable groan and a whimper of pain, but he did not move.

The stallion guard had moved one hand to the otter's hip and held him place as he sank into him, occasionally shifting his hips back to help the much smaller servant get accustomed to the considerable thickness. Of course, this still was a bit of a stretch: from where the prince reclined, the whole of the stallion's length looked to be almost as wide around as his knot when it came to its full size.

As he had steadily worked himself deeper and deeper into the otter's rump, however, Luke's noises of discomfort pinched off and left him digging his claws into the cushion of the chair while his mouth hung half-open. Not wanting to be forgotten, Prince Askia tapped his shaft against the otter's nose - and was glad to feel him go back down on him within a few seconds, slower than before but no less eager to pleasure him.

This stallion guard certainly seemed to be enjoying himself too, given the expression on his muzzle and how his breath came and went in slow, shuddering sighs. Askia would have been surprised if he ended up burying his medial ring under the otter's tail - but, as he had expected, that was where the stallion stopped, which in itself was still somewhat impressive. Maybe later today the wild dog prince would see how it felt to be buried under that wide rudder tail; Luke certainly enjoyed it, too, as he grinded his hips back on the thick cock deep inside him while he worked at Askia's, his own breath hot and uneven.

Askia wished he could have been there to see his time with the wild dog brothers. Even now he imagined seeing Luke holding one of them down, lowering himself slowly onto his length, churning his hips on the length hilted in him, and then starting to come back up... the prince imagined it to be somewhat similar to what he did now, with the back of his body moving forward as the stallion pulled out of him, and then sinking back onto him as he pushed back in.

Were it to get out back home that he'd invited two male servants into his room for his own sexual pleasure... well, this somewhat-uncomfortable chair in which he sat would be the highest quality of throne he'd feel for a long time. That was why he had specially picked his two stallion bodyguards after speaking with each of them, earning their trust and devotion... and right now, it was more than devotion that Luke gave him, as he drew Askia's cock into his muzzle and against the back of his throat.

The stallion guard had taken his time in first pressing into the otter, but now that he had had a good chance to get used to his size, he churned his hips forward and back, forward and back in a steady rhythm, each thrust forward causing the smaller servant to also lurch forward and breathe out a hot sigh of breath through his nostrils and into Askia's pubic fur. He enjoyed seeing the otter squirm and moan, enjoyed having one of his feet stretched out underneath his body teasing at his throbbing, twitching, leaking length, kept hard by the horse sinking into him and the scent of the African wild dog prince whose cock he kept cupped in his tongue.

Little otter looked as if he might just break, what with the stallion's hand in the middle of his lower back pushing him down and keeping his rump in the air for him to thrust into... Askia could only imagine what that felt like: having a cock as wide around as his knot pumping in and out of him, each time sending a sharp wave of mixed pleasure and discomfort through his body, squeezing sticky pre out of the tip of his cock, making him clench and shiver all over - and then to have that large, heavy sack against his own again and again, each time a little more than the last. The stallion had originally stopped at the ring about two-thirds along his length, but now he pushed past that as his rhythm and force increased with his arousal. Askia could tell whenever it plunged into the otter's tailhole or pulled out of him by the gentle "mm-" he breathed around the wild dog's cock, as well as by the little jolt that ran through his body.

So worked up from everything that had happened these past few days... first there had been a nice wolf bitch on the ship he took across the sea, one who was as fully aware of his royalty as his desire for her, but because she was a crewman from a neighboring land, he could not command her into his bed - and yet she still walked the deck half-dressed, swathed in loose pants and either a shirt that had trouble covering both of her breasts or no shirt at all, and often accidentally rubbed or bumped against him. Then, after his arrival on the coast, he had been led into his room in a generous baron's manor by a slim fox servant who, later in the night, ended up being bent over the bed and mounted just like this stallion did to Luke by this chair - but he could not comfortably take the prince's length, and had to stop just as the wild dog was starting to get into it.

Now, though, watching Luke repeatedly lurch forward and back with the guard's faster and heavier thrusts into him, hearing the moist, slick noises of a thick, ringed cock pumping in and out of his tight tailhole, having this muzzle and deft tongue on his own cock... Askia could definitely feel his orgasm building up in his abdomen, and as such tightened the grip of his paw on the back of Luke's head to more firmly guide his movements. By now his knot had fully swelled out, and each time he pulled the otter down, he felt his lips brush against the top of the bulge just as he felt the firm warmth of the back of his throat against the softer tip of his cock.

He couldn't hold it back: claws of his other paw digging into the wood of the chair, Prince Askia leaned forward, gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut - and then bucked upwards into the servant's muzzle once, twice, a third time, each deeper than the last, as he felt the hot, sweet pleasure of his climax jolt through him and leave his body in a spurt of cum directly against the back of the otter's throat, which he then felt him swallow obediently down. Breath coming and going in unsteady panting, the prince then leaned back and let his arms fall limp at his side; meanwhile, Luke grinded his own hard cock against the wild dog's still-presented footpaw and drew back to drag his tongue up along the underside of the prince's length, absorbed in his taste and scent and not wanting to miss a drop of his seed. He eagerly pushed his rump back against the stallion pounding into him, nostrils flared and mane swinging with his own movements-

-and it was that stallion, then, who came next, just barely biting back a breathy grunt as he thrust deep into the otter, back straight and what of his cock remained outside the otter's rump throbbing with each spurt of his own load. The unmistakable scent of warm masculine musk filled the air - but before he had finished, just as he was still gently rocking his hips forward and back, Askia felt Luke shudder all over, felt the otter grip at his leg and press firmly against his foot - and then felt him buck forward in emptying his own balls. Then, the prince noticed the familiar feeling of hot, sticky cum matting down his fur, specifically of his leg...

With the warm glow of his own orgasm still reverberating through his body, the wild dog leaned back in the chair and pointed a sharp-clawed finger down, just as he had when he had first commanded the otter to pleasure him. "Clean up your mess."

A moment later, the stallion cleared his throat. He was still buried deep inside Luke, and each movement of the otter caused his expression to briefly twist with sweet pleasure. "My lord..." he began, the first time Askia had heard him speak. "...What about me?"

Askia waved a paw, feeling the otter's tongue against the patterned fur of his leg. "You stay there for now. I want your seed to drip out of him when he stands up. However, th-"

But then, a short series of knocks echoed from the closed door of the room, followed by a sweet female voice: "Prince Askia, my lord the King is requesting your audience."

Mismatched eyes glinted, and the wild dog stood up. His cock had not yet fully retreated into his sheath, and he was fully aware that he smelled of dog and cum and musk all over, but... well. It could be worse. Luke looked to be in slight discomfort, and the stallion appeared to be resisting the urge to pound him all over again.

The prince waved his paw again. "Do as you wish, but be sure to clean up. I want to see you, otter, in my bed after our dinner tonight. You deserve a reward for your service."

Luke swallowed, and shifted on the stallion guard's cock still buried in him. "Yes, my lord. As you say."