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I couldn’t believe what they were suggesting.

Cheeks burning with hot tears, I threw myself out of my chair and stormed out of the council room. Gray stone blurred by as I fly down the halls and I nearly knocked over at least two servants who were innocently trying to do their jobs.

Be a fine King. A strong King.

My father’s dying words stung my thoughts as they always did when things got rough in the court, which was becoming an increasingly common occurrence as each day went by. Each time it got harder and harder to bear the ill-timed praise.

Exiting the castle, I slid into the gardens, darting into the hedge maze. Even in my grief, I remembered how to get to get to the center in one try, something no one else in the court could do. I quickly emerged into the center of the maze, overcast with oak tree branches with a deep, dark pond, surrounded by stone benches.

No one ever came here. No one. Here, I could be anyone. I could be a King. A fine King. A strong King. Or I could be someone else, an adventurer, a pirate, a soldier, even a Beast if I so wanted. Here, I was King. A fine King, a strong King, and no one could tell me otherwise.

Until I left the maze...then it was back to normal. Idly sitting on my throne while councilors made decisions for me, despite having come of age two years ago. Such horrible, horrible things they decided on, I couldn’t…

I covered my face, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn’t be a strong King, not even here. Not when I knew what lay beyond the hedges.

So distraught I was, I didn’t hear padded feet sneaking up behind me.

“My Lord,” I heard a gruff voice attempting to be soft behind me. I recognized it immediately as Ral, Captain of the Tamed Legion, quite possibly my only confidant, “Such an outburst does no favors to your rank.”

“What would you know!?” I shouted, turning to face him and getting startled, taken aback by how his gray fur blended into the shadows, his amber eyes floating like two torches in the distance. He stepped forward, his form clearing, revealing a tall Wolven, his strong torso clad in scratched scale-mail. He scratched at his broad chin, near where a pink scar ran across the tip of his muzzle and atop his thick, black nose. It was hard, very hard, not to feel something from his presence and I tried to conceal the growing bulge in my trousers.

Chuckling, he took a seat on the bench next to me, staring off in the distance towards the pond. A tiny smile grew on the side of his white muzzle and his whiskers twitched, “I am no stranger to grief either, my Lord.”

“You were there! You heard what they said!”

“I did.”

“So then, how can you say...”

“I was kidnapped as a child, my Lord. Everyone in the Legion was at some point.”

I shook my head, “We didn’t...”

“I never said you did,” he turned, I shuffled back as his muzzle nearly poked into my nose. His amber eyes stared into mine in that stoic way all Beasts were all able to do, “But you did purchase us from those that did, take us away to the Kingdom of Logerd, far away from home. There is...great tragedy in all of this.”

“You…” I paused, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, “You’re right. But the council...”

“Is making the right decision.”

White hot rage blinded me and I raised a fist to punch him, backing down when Ral did not avert his gaze for a second. Anger still clouded my thoughts and I demanded an answer of my servant.

“My Lord, what do you expect them to do?” he explained, “Roberg has been conquered and Larth has claimed it and your cousin for himself. He leads the largest Wolven tribe in the world, outside of the Kingdom itself, and he took Roberg in an instant. What do you want them to do?”

“We need to fight back! We need to rescue Eleanor!”

“Oh, my sweet, brave Lord,” he reached a paw over my shoulder, pulling me close to him. His thick, musky odor wafted in my nostrils and my cock hardened. I couldn’t let this happen, let myself get aroused by a Beast, not now, “You could conquer Larth, yes. You could rescue your fair cousin, yes. But at what cost? Logerd would be weakened and you’d have to devote manpower to pacifying Roberg and restoring it. I am sure the Wolven Kingdom would love to come and lend a helping hand during such a period of weakness.”

“That’s...”

“Can you imagine? The King of All Wolves marching into your castle, pulling you off your throne and in front of a crowd of his vassals and their men. Then, he would pull off your clothes, bend you over and...”

“Stop!” I cried out, pushing the Wolf away and turning my back on him.

“He would make you his,” Ral edged up behind me, his moist nose pressing against my ears while he whispered, “You and your cousin both. You and her would be his finest prizes.”

“Larth has…” I choked back a sob, “He has already…taken my cousin. We can’t...”

“You must honor his marriage to your cousin and ally with him,” he whispered, hot breath brushing against my neck hairs, “Logerd survived this long with Roberg and it must continue. Better a Wolf ruling one Human kingdom than total domination, no?”

“I can’t...I can’t...”

“You need to be a strong King. Sometimes that means making hard decisions,” he paws reached around, caressing my chest and sliding down. I felt leathery paw pads rub against my cock and I looked down, surprised to find that he slipped them inside my trousers without my notice, “Speaking of hard decisions, it seems all this talk of Wolven diplomacy has gotten you aroused.”

“It’s not that!”

“Mmm,” he rubbed his nose against the back of my neck, “Perhaps you want the King of All Wolves to force himself upon you? Is that it?”

“No!” I shouted, turning to face him. A chill breeze swept through the maze, rustling his rough, gray fur. I imagined being with him, him alone, on a windswept plain, him holding me in his arms and carrying me far, far away from here. Sobbing, I pressed my head against his mailed chest, his scent calming me down only slightly, “I want you...”

“Scandalous,” he murmured, reaching behind his back, “The King of Logerd, having a fling with a common Wolf?”

“I need you...I can’t do this on my own...” I pulled my head back, his mail falling off with a clatter so I did. I stared into his eyes through tear-blurred vision, the slightest hint of lust filling those stoic amber globes.

“Well then, I suppose you’d better kiss me.”

Wrapping my arms around his thick-furred neck, I pulled myself to his muzzle, pecking him on his lips. This elicited a chuckle from him.

“Is that it?” he smiled toothily, “Humans are supposed to be the best kissers, aren’t they?”

“I don’t know what to...”

“Let’s start off slow. This is how us Wolvens do it,” he pushed his nose against mine, rubbing against it affectionately. I pushed back, squishing against his broad nose, which caused him to lick me once across the lips. Never, never had I felt such a wave of arousal fill my crotch. Not even when I kissed my wife, arranged and resentful of course, for the first time.

“You like that?” he whispered, followed by another quick lick.

“Mmm...”

“Yeah...” he moaned, adjusting his pants, “Now, lets try human-style.”

His lips met mine and I puckered in response. His broad tongue slipped past my lips and probed every inch of my mouth. There was no point in trying to to get past a Wolven tongue, but I wrestled against it as well as I could with my own.

My cock pressed against my trousers and I shimmied them off, exposing my hard member to the chill night air. Ral pulled away from my mouth and lowered his muzzle.

“That was quick.”

Lowering himself to his knees on the grass, he pressed his nose against the tip of my cock, nostrils flaring as he sniffed it, “You smell amazing.”

“No,” I said, placing my hands on his head right behind his pointed ears. Taking a deep breath, letting the masculine wolf musk fill my lungs, I replied with a gasp, “You do. I never imagine a Wolf could smell so...oh…!”

I was cut off by the sensation of a wet, smooth tongue running against my cock and I looked down to find him lapping at it, embracing my member tightly. It was enough to ignore the massive fangs that were mere inches away.

“Mmm...”

His licks grew faster and he gripped the base of my shaft with his paw, working it while he slurped.

“Please...”

Air welled up in my chest as the pleasure grew with each stroke.

“Ah...”

I gritted my teeth.

“I’m...I’m gonna...”

Ral pulled back, resting the tip of my penis on his long tongue while he continued rubbing at my shaft with his hand. My eyes rolled back with ecstasy as cream-white cum shot out into his mouth. When the throbbing stopped, he ran his tongue across my crotch, cleaning up any stray beads.

“Thank you...” I panted, “Thank you...”

“We’re not done yet, if you wish,” he raised himself to his feet, sliding his pants off, revealing a thick sheath with a tiny red, tapered head poking out, something I had only read about before in books and I had hardly believed it was true, “Humans are much better at oral, you know? It’s the lips...and the teeth. There’s not a human love-slave in the Wolves Kingdom who can’t suck a good cock.”

I hesitated, staring at the tip with uncertainty.

Sensing my apprehension, he shrugged, “I know it’s not befitting a strong King, but it won’t leave the maze. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend to be someone else.”

I wanted this. I came to this maze, even as an adult, to play make-believe. Perhaps my feelings for Ral were this, I didn’t want to be a King, with all the responsibilities, I wanted to be Ral’s lover, to tend to his needs.

I wanted to do this.

Raking my fingers through his course sheath fur, I prodded and provoked his cock into coming out of hiding by working the sheath.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Mm...yes...”

Emerging ever so slowly, the base came into view, bulging with thick veins. It looked nothing like my own and I was a little repelled at first, but ultimately compelled into leaning in closer.

My tongue slid against the base of his cock, his slightly sour, sweaty taste filling my mouth. Gagging slightly, I stopped.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ral said, a padded paw rubbing at my head.

“I want to,” I spat out, staring at the tip, “I want to do this.”

“Hmm...”

I licked at his member again, the taste becoming more tolerable with every slurp. To my surprise, a thick knot started to build at the base of his shaft and I recoiled once more.

“What’s that!?”

“Don’t worry about that,” he whispered, pushing my head back down slightly, “Not today, at least...”

Taking his cock in my mouth, I wrapped my teeth with my lips and went down, taking more of his meat as I did, stopping just short of his bulge. The tip brushed against the back of my throat, surprisingly, I did not gag.

Bobbing back and forth, I felt his cock grow thicker and he groaned with pleasure. Moaning, I could not help but feel good as well. This was what I always wanted to do, to make people feel better, not hurt them, not make them suffer. I could have been a happy man, serving my Wolven lover.

“Oh...Eric...” Ral grunted, tightening his claws on my head. It hurt a little, but only for a bit and then I felt safe with his grip on me. I even ignored the breach of protocol when he bypassed my honorific.

Emulating him, I grabbed the base of his cock, groping at the knot and working the shaft. It was not so different from my own penis, in practice.

“Ehm...uhn…

I felt his cock shudder, followed by hot, salty liquid shooting into my mouth. Ral howled into the air and in that moment, I didn’t care whose attention we might attract.

Swallowing, I pulled away, a string of saliva stretching from his tip to my lips, “Was it good, Ral?”

“Arooo,” he groaned, bestially, and sat back on the bench next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head against his white belly, taking in his scent and finding comfort in his strong embrace, “For a first time...you did good...”

We sat there together for a long time, just pretending to be different people. I imagined myself captive to a Wolven soldier, a slave to a noble, or a country boy living on the border, meeting his lupine lover in the woods in secret. I knew not what Ral though, but I hoped he imagined himself to be the counterpart in at least one of those scenarios. I wanted him to feel the same way.

“I’m going to obey the council,” I announced, suppressing tears, “I will honor the alliance with Larth.”

“Wise. A hard decision, but wise,” his nose pressed against my head, brushing my hair aside, “You’ll be a strong King yet.”

“I can’t do it without you.”

“I can’t support you in public, you know this. You will have to make some hard decisions.”

“I know,” I paused, enjoying the feeling of his chest-fur against my face, “But can we just...”

“Hm?”

“When we meet here, can you support me here? Like you did tonight?”

He patted my shoulder firmly, “Of course, Eric.”

“Just here, with us together here, I want to not be King.”

“Of course we can do that.”

“Thank you, my Lord. I love you.”

I didn’t care what I had just said, either the submissiveness or the confession. They were both how I felt and while we were in the maze together I was not going to lie.

Ral did not respond, aside from tightening his embrace. We sat there for a good hour, just watching the pond and enjoying each others company. We had to leave eventually and once again, he was my servant and acted as such.

But every other night, I went down to the maze and waited for him. He would not always show, but when he did, I greeted him as a servant would greet a master and we would embrace. He would tell me what I must do and I obeyed his orders, as a lover would to a strong Wolven lord.

It was always a bittersweet feeling when we left the maze every night, for I had to go on pretending to be a King but at the same time, I always knew that if I waited long enough, he would return and we could be lovers once more.