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Prince Julius Castile was many things to many people. To his loyal subjects, he was the heir apparent to the throne. A symbol of bravery and honour. Dressed in plate steel armour, glistening in the sunlight he was a fine figure of a man. Well over six foot tall, more than seven if you counted the single horn standing proud from his head. Twisted glistening ivory mostly white with wisps of pine, small rainbows changing constantly as his head turned. Trained as a fighter since birth, his body was the perfect specimen of a unicorn.

To his father, he was a duty. A son to guide and protect. The king paid as much attention to his son as he did the affairs of state. Every second of his existence was managed. Never did he wake without knowing the duties he had that day. Despite a full education by the best tutors in math, history, strategy and diplomacy, his father still considered the twenty-year-old a child. The Prince had stopped offering his advice knowing that it was wasted words.

However, to the Prince, he was one more thing. Bored, truly and utterly bored beyond belief. Trade negotiations were dull, more so when you had no chance to contribute. Instead, he sat silently beside his father, opposite the Emperor of the Terran empire. A giant orc lord, matched either side by his generals. His own eldest son, Ianoric, a hulking orc warrior dressed in centurion armour, bronze with a red cape. His black wiry hair roughly cut and messy. The other side was General Tarnus, a human man of grey hair and solid renown.

After what felt like an eternity his father finally said, “well, I guess we can work out the final details tomorrow. However, it appears we have an accord for today." The older unicorn was a stark contrast to his son, pure jet-black fur save for his horn. Julius was white with flecks of grey along his flanks and more so on his back. The two ever in contrast and contradiction. However, this time his son was in wholehearted agreement. Hours in plate armour were not comfortable, his fur was drenched in sweat and matted under and he was growing desperate to relieve some internal pressures.

The orc Emperor nodded his bald head in agreement. Julius noted the laurel wreath he wore matched his skin colour and for the first time, he spotted the golden wire that held it together. It was no match for the crown of his father, crusted with so many finely cut jewels that when the sunlight hit it, it cast beams of light and rainbows onto the walls. All a good way to impress the masses. Julius wondered how the Emperor impressed the masses if not by such expensive tricks. Possibly by good governance. “Aye, the hour grows late and I could use a bite of sup, and maybe a bath."

Julius had assumed the humans and orcs would have much friction, two species living as one kingdom. Surely one had to be lesser to the other. However, since he had been in their lands he had seen little sign of discontent among the peoples. The orcs and humans displayed every sign of content in both their government and each other. The unicorn had lost count of the number of half breed men and women he had met.

While he watched the two leaders of their nation, the young prince grew aware that there were eyes on him. His head turned and he found the Emperor's son, Ianoric's steadfast gaze was locked on him. “May I help you… General?" Julius' upbringing demanded that he use the orc's full rank and title. However, the orc had politely asked him not to do that, he preferred his name or if not that then his rank.

The orc gave a small smile as he replied, “I was going to retire to the royal Jarkata to wash and relax. A day in armour is best finished with a good bath and massage. I wondered if your Royal Highness would like to join me?"

Jarkata, public bathhouses, and more if the rumours were to be believed. They were the heart of every village and town, in cities there were dozens. The Emperor's palace had a particularly fine one, baths crafted from white marble, fed by hot springs and staffed by many loyal subjects. Julius had been sixteen the last time the king had visited and his father had told him he was too young to visit such a place. That was five years ago, now he was his own man.

Own man or not, he knew if he asked or spoke about it with his father the old king would probably try to dissuade him. He tended to do that whenever there was a chance at some fun. Barring him from jousting and tournaments, because a Prince does not cross swords or lances with those of lesser birth. Nodding his head, being careful to make sure he did not bow to low lest the tip of his horn might become a danger he replied, “thank you, I would relish the chance to get cleaned."

A broad grin spread across the orc's face as he gestured a hand at the door, “I think I can promise at the very least a good wash. Though you Royal Highness might find more than a simple bath can be obtained even in the most simple village Jarkata."

Before he followed the orc's direction, Julius turned and gave a bow of respect to his father. A simple motion so that his father knew he was excusing himself. As his head raised he caught the eye of Talon, the head of his father's bodyguard and with a tiny shake of his head, he let the soldier know he wanted nor needed any escort. The Terran Empire and the Avalon Kingdom were friends and allies after all.

Then he walked out the door Ianoric had indicated and took a deep breath. The moment he was out of eyeshot of his father he felt the weight lifting from his shoulders. It was the same every time, the burden of being the man his father expected was temporarily lifted. “Much was accomplished today."

“Indeed, much more would be accomplished if your father would agree to reduce the tax on silk imports," the orc replied quickly and Julius could not help but agree, at least in part. If the choice was his he would have looked for a compromise, a halving of the tax would likely lead to a trebling of demand for the silk thanks to the lower price. The royal coffers would not suffer, the Terran silk farmers would prosper and the Avalon citizens could adorn themselves in far finer garb.

“My father is doing what he thinks is right for our people," Julius replied cautiously. It would not be done for a prince to speak ill of his king, even to an ally. However, he did not state his full support, he left it to Ianoric to see if the orc had enough wit to pick up on the subtlety of his reply. Orcs often seemed crude and uncomplicated, but in Julius' opinion, too many lords took this to mean stupid. Foolish thinking like that led to underestimating a people and that could be a very dangerous folly indeed. “However, after a full day of debate on the point, I would relish the chance to talk on any other subject."

A loud laugh from the orc startled him a little, the unicorn's ears flicking up, his mane being tossed as his head jerked. “Aye, too true. No more talk of trade and taxes! It's time for rest, relaxation and maybe a little carousing. If your Royal Highness is willing to drink and sup with someone such as myself."

“The son of an emperor is a worthy company for a Prince," Julius replied with grace and dignity.

“Speaking of worthy for a Prince, just wait until you see the Royal tier of the Jarkata," Ianoric crowed with typical orc swagger that seemed to be inherent to their species. No species could quite match an orc when it came to bravado, though Julius knew his own kind could more than match them when it came to fulfilling those boasts. A unicorn lord makes no idle boasts or empty promises.

“It is a curiosity that you have a royal Jarkata when you have no more royalty," observed the stallion with a sly glance at the orc. A slight dig just to remind them that the emperor might be ruler, but he ruled by the will of the people. A king ruled by the will of the goddess. They were a part of the divine.

“Ha! True, it is a leftover relic from the time before humans arrived on our shores." The orc replied with good humour, though Julius noted a slight fire in his eyes. Julius' subtle dig had been registered and graciously ignored. The story was well known, the human's had arrived from some other world by the grace of the goddess. Proud and yet destitute they had found themselves at the mercy of the other kingdoms in a world that was alien to them. Ianoric's ancestors had opened their lands and hearts to these refugees, taking them in and the two cultures had quickly grown to be one. With the good parts of both combining and the bad parts being cast aside. At least that is the claim of those of the Terran Empire, plenty of unicorn lords disagreed with that interpretation. Julius doubted it was that easy, but thus far he found little evidence to support that the results had not been a boon to both races.

Leaving the palace building the two walked out into the Imperial Gardens. It was a gentle spring day. The path to the Jarkata was lined with cherry trees in full bloom, pink blossom everywhere. Julius white fur took on a pink hue as the two walked and exchanged some vague pleasantries. Julius would have to admit the Imperial Palace was a building worthy of a king, as were the gardens. The Royal Jarkata was built into a small hill out of white marble. It shimmered in the dimming sunlight of an early spring evening.

Huge fountains built either side of the main door sent water shooting into the air. Creating a mist that gave a constant rainbow haze. However, as Julius approach the main door, Ianoric stopped him with a gentle tap to his shoulder. “This is the entrance for guests and our citizens. If you will follow me I will lead you to the Imperial entrance and level, where one such as yourself can get the relaxation he deserves."

Julius nodded and graciously accepted the invitation. It was only right that someone of his high birth should enjoy the highest level of comfort that could be provided. Walking around the building and up a very steep path, they climbed to what was clearly the top of the hill and entered a smaller and yet far more ornately decorated door.

Julius had grown up in a palace, he had known luxury far more opulent than most beings ever would. Yet even he still had to gasp as he entered the foyer. Marble columns of white, yet with streaks of gold running through them, tapestries hung from the walls. Plants in full bloom lining a walkway. All beautiful yet not a match for the roof a crystal dome that seemed to give the very light inside the Jarkata an ethereal magical feeling. It extended far over their heads on huge columns. Julius noted the walls of the chambers did not reach up to it and he could hear the echo more usually found in a large cavern. The air was warm and slightly moist with the scent of fresh running water. His ears could pick up the continuous splash of a waterfall.

Ianoric clapped his huge hands, and through a small door to the side, two servants appeared. Dressed in white silken robes, a youthful human male with blonde hair and a broad smile. Contrasted by his companion a hulking mass of minotaur, with jet black fur, his long headfur almost hiding the glistening ivory of his horns. “Ah, Markus and Antioni, two very excellent Jarkata boys, don't worry it's a job title neither of them is below twenty summers."

The unicorn did not need to be told their age, to know he was looking at men. He guessed they were both a few years his senior. Saying nothing he regarded the staff for what they were, just staff to see to their needs.

“Markus, it has been long since you served on the Emperor's personal Jarakat. I will have you as my aide, “ the orc said and the human bowed in acceptance. “Antioni, a black bull with a white unicorn, maybe it is a mismatch. However, I know you will always do your Emperor proud you shall serve Prince Julius."

With a bow of his huge head, the bull accepted his assignment. The orc wasn't quite finished yet," First order of business wine! Plenty of it, the seventy-eight burgundy from the Argosa vineyards. A vintage fit for kings and emperors, most definitely fit for their offspring."

Markus bowed and turned to hurry off, no doubt to get the wine. The black bull looked expectantly at Julius, “burgundy seems a bit heavy a drink before some food, for my tastes anyway. Some light sweet cider if you have any."

“Apple or pear, Prince Julius?" Antioni asked with a bow of respect.

“Apple of course, and please address me as Your Royal Highness Prince Julius Castile," the prince replied with an air of mild offence. For a servant, he had only just met to address him in such a familiar way without invitation. In Avalon that would have been a flogging offence. However, out of courtesy to his host, he let it slip by.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness Prince Julius Castile," replied the bull with a bow. Julius noted the slight glance he gave to Ianoric as if looking for something from the orc. A split second later he noticed Ianoric give the slightest of nods. Julius bristled as he guessed the bull was looking for confirmation of his orders.

“Well, while our aides are preparing our libations, shall we adjourn to the undressing room to get out of our armour and read to bathe?" Ianoric asked, though his tone was once more full of confidence. It was clear that was the only course of action available and Julius agreed to it.

The undressing room was just as lavish as the entry foyer had been. However, Julis noted there was only one open room. As Ianoric started to unbuckle his chest-plate the unicorn realised he was expected to disrobe in the open room with the orc. Gulping the unicorn looked around, there was no cover to be had just a marble bench to sit upon and a few racks for the servants to hang their armour after they disrobed.

Feeling exposed in a way that he was unaccustomed the unicorn shifted from hoof to hoof. His hooves clopping loudly against the marble floor. His tail flicked behind him and then he took a deep breath and started to work on the clasps of his own chest piece. A soft whinny escaping his lips as he peels the metal off his chest, his sweat-soaked fur sticking to the metal.

“Ah! That's a great feeling, isn't it? Getting out of your armour after a long day." Ianoric observed as he stood there, his green chest glistening with perspiration. Dark olive skin tightly bound around well-developed muscles. With black marks, tattoos the humans and orcs called them. A strange curiosity to Julius, unicorns could not wear such marking. He knew they could be of significance to the wearer, but to him, the swirls and patterns looked random, though not unattractive.

Glancing up his golden eyes were caught by Ianoric's purple ones staring back. Julius shifted nervously on his feet aware he had been caught staring at another male. It was the height of discourtesy to stare. Yet Ianoric only smiled at him and then winked, the brazenness of the tiny motion made Julius take a half step backwards. Fortunately, the servants returned at that moment with trays laden with tankards of wine and cider. Also with fruits, meats, cheeses and bread. Which broke the moment between guest and host.

Ianoric grabbed a goblet of dark red wine and took a deep draught from it. Julius had never quite got accustomed to the sheer volumes of alcohol orcs would imbibe in a single sitting and yet still be able to walk in a straightish line.

When Antioni reached him the bull bowed respectfully, “your drink, Your Royal Highness Prince Julius Castile." He said offering the tray.

Julius took a tankard and sniffed it, the sweet scent of apples filled his nose. Unicorns were not too far from their equine ancestors that they did not share their love of apples among other things. Ales were uncommon in Avalon, wines were all on the sweeter side and each soldier's favourite drink was almost certainly a cider. Taking a mouthful he sighed as the sweetness washed over his tongue, savouring the taste and then he placed the tankard back down on the tray. Before helping himself to a few grapes, enjoying their sweetness along with the crisp crunch. A good selection for his species and no doubt not by accident.

“I hope the fruit selection pleases you, Your Royal Highness Prince Julius Castile," the bull murmured softly with another bow.

“Yes, thank you, servant," Julius replied in a flat even tone, such as best used to confirm servants have done a good job. Too much emotion or gratitude fostered familiarity and that simply would not do for a Prince.

“Markus, I need a refill. Come on man, splishy splashy!" Ianoric shouted out as he finished pulling off his boots and his green toes drummed on the marble floor.

“Yes, General," the human replied quickly, picking up the flagon of wine on his tray and refilling the goblet.

“General?" the orc asked loudly with his eyes on the unicorn prince. “This ain't the Imperial court, nor some military kip. Use my name, man. You know you'll be screaming it later, anyway."

A fine mist of sweet cider was sprayed almost directly into Antioni's handsome face as Julius heard the exchange and knew it was for his benefit. Orcs are not so subtle in their opinions and even the marble busts of former emperors would have been able to catch Ianoric's intention. They would also have known why the young man would be screaming the orc's name soon. Julius could only assume it would be some form of punishment for the human not following his master's instructions.

Antioni shook his head, stepping back a little lest a second salvo of cider followed the first. His eyes looked at the unicorn expectantly. Julius snorted softly and flicked his mane as he realised the servant was expecting him to apologise. The sheer audacity would have earned the bull a second coating of fermented apple juice, had he any left in his mouth.

“Something go down the wrong way?" Ianoric asked with a laugh.

“My apologies, General. I was not prepared for such… familiarity," the unicorn stammered feeling his cheeks flushing with heat.

“That's ok, it is to Antioni you should be apologising, he is the poor chap you almost drown," the orc replied as he began to unbuckle his pants.

“Apologise, to a servant? I don't think so, a Prince should never apologise to someone below their station, it may be misconstrued as a sign of weakness," Julius replied drawing himself up to his full height.

Ianoric shook his head and got to his feet, letting his greaves slide down to stand there naked as the day he was born. His purple eyes gazed unwaveringly into Julius' golden and he replied firmly, “there are many virtues that make a great king, courtesy is one of them and one of the most important." Those words were not just a rebuke, they were a quote. From a text Julius had learned as a child and could still recite on rote, 'Castile's notes on chivalry'. Penned by his ancestor a king much respected by his people. Essential reading for every lord in Avalon. To hear it used against him was strange and most effective.

Ears drooping slightly the young Prince turned to Antioni, “I apologise for any insult." Antioni bowed his head as he accepted the apology and Julius felt strangely better for it.

“Well, that's a start. There's hope for you yet, Prince Julius," smirked the orc. “Now, Antioni our guest seems to have trouble getting the rest of his armour off as I am standing here naked getting a chill while he is only halfway done. May I suggest you do your job and help your charge."

“Yes, of course!" the bull piped up. Antioni dropped to his knees so fast his messy black hair became even more so. Julius gasped a little as he felt another person's fingers on his armour clasps. Many knights have pages, young men whose job is to help them in and out of armour. However, the unicorn had been taught that a Prince must always stand-alone and show that he is first amongst his lessers. However, with the embarrassment of the previous exchange with the orc still fresh in his mind he did not resist.

As he felt his plates peeling away he gave a soft and grateful sigh, “thank you… Antioni."

“It is my pleasure to serve, Your Royal Highness Prince Julius Castile," the bull replied looking up from the floor with a smile, his nose twitching as if he could smell something. Julius felt strangely both happy and uncomfortable looking down at the handsome male on his knees before him. Feelings he had rarely experienced before were stirred among him.

“You may… call me Prince Julius, or My Prince," the unicorn replied awkwardly shifting from hoof to hoof. Part of him wanted to make up for his earlier rudeness and the other part wanted something he could not name.

“Thank you, My Prince," Antioni's mouth split into a broad smile as if the words themselves were some sweet treat on his tongue.

“Well, either give Antioni something more to do while he's on his knees or let's go. The hot springs are awaiting and the light of the sun is dying," snorted the orc as he sauntered naked towards the door at the far end of the undressing room. Julius could not help but notice the orc was not only unashamed of his nudity, but his swagger had also increased at least threefold.

Feeling more than a little lost at sea, Julius followed the naked orc. The two servants trailed after them. That at least was comforting, servants should walk after their lords. His tail twitched a little though, nervously as he felt eyes of his lessers on his naked form. Never since he was a child had he disrobed before someone of common birth. For the brief period, he had a page it had been the son of a Duke, born of noble blood and right.

The undressing room opened into a huge expanse and once more Julius found himself taking a sharp breath as he admired the sheer audacity of the building. It was far bigger than he had appreciated, extending out to double the size of the great hall of the Emperor's palace. Before him was a huge pool, built out of marble flagstones leading up to a balcony with golden rails. To his left, a small hill rose out of the very floor. A well-tended garden had been planted and from the peak water bubbled forth. White misty steam rose from the water as it flowed down a crafted marble aqueduct and into the poor.

The pool was constantly being filled with fresh hot water. Julius could see a channel on the far edge of the pool through which the hot water was running. His ears could hear a never-ending splash as the water cascaded down, no doubt into lesser pools beneath. Ianoric had wasted no time and he was already sitting nearly neck-deep in the water. He waved a huge hand for Julius to join him.

Walking forward he noticed the poolside was a series of huge marble steps, allowing him to slowly ease himself deeper into the water. They also would allow a person to pick just how deep they sat. Neck-deep, chest-deep, waist-deep or even just dabble their hooves in the hot water. Stepping down the first step and he felt the heat, searing and yet not scalding. A perfect temperature. Another step and the water was to his knees, then another and another. Hot water soaking his fur and soothing his aching muscles. Julius sighed with content as he sat down next to Ianoric.

“Ah! The best end to any day, a soak in the hot springs, some wine, food and a massage by our well-trained servants." Moaned the orc with his eyes closed. Julius opened his mouth to respond, but before he could the orc's head disappeared below the water and for a moment there was stillness. After a long ten count, Ianoric emerged again, with a splash and a loud gasp for air. Julius leant back as the orc shook the hot water from his hair and gasped, “Ah! That feels better," Ianoric exclaimed turning to Julius he added. “You should give it a try, just hold your breath, close your eyes and just enjoy the heat and silence."

It was hardly an amazing revelation, Julius had taken hot baths regularly. One of the perks of being a Prince was there were always servants there to prepare a hot soak. However, he did not wish to appear rude to his host and so he did as he was bidden. A lungful of air was taken in and then he plunged under. The hot water filled his ears and all sounds faded away, the heat was oppressive and yet soothing at the same time. Counting slowly he waited for a count of fifteen possibly just because the orc had said ten and Julius was always pushing himself to go longer.

Emerging with his own splash, his white mane flipping around as he shook his head, water flying everywhere. The air of the Jarkata felt colder as the heat and moisture in his fur met the air. Julius would have gladly admitted that it felt good. However, he was distracted by a huge belly laugh echoing around the huge dome, it came from Ianoric and the unicorn prince gave the laughing orc a curious look.

“Sorry, it was just… your horn was sticking up like some white reed in a pond," the orc explained with a chuckle. The orc paused as if hearing himself explain the joke spoiled any humour in it. Ianoric glanced at the goblet in his hand, “maybe I have supped too much wine too fast." admitted the green brute and then he laughed again. “I'd better have some more, see if I can drink myself sober!" As he spoke Ianoric lifted himself up, moving a few steps higher to where the water was around his legs and his crotch was just exposed.

Julius followed the orc's lead and moved a few steps higher up. Enjoying the odd mixture of searing hot water and the air wafting on his soaking fur. Ianoric's mention of a libation awoke the thirst in Julius and they both signalled for a fresh drink. Julius was not prepared for the servants' response, which was to strip their robes off and then pour fresh drinks for their masters. Julius gulped softly as Antioni approached him, looking up at the bull he could see a long black shaft flopping around between the bovine's thighs as he stepped down into the water. No doubt they stripped to avoid getting their robes wet, or at least Julius reasoned so.

Ianoric took the goblet of wine from his servant and the two exchanged a glance. Julius noticed the human's cheeks flushing and if he had looked more closely he would have noticed that Markus' member was no longer flopping about. However, he could only spare a glance as his own servant reached him and offered him a full cool tankard of cider. Julius took it and drank from it gratefully, the sweetness fresh in his mouth and the coolness wonderfully welcome in his overheated body.

As he finished taking a long drink, Julius noticed that Antioni was looking at him expectantly. Unsure what the young servant was after Julius mumbled, “thank you." Antioni smiled and his eyes moved to stare at the space beside Julius. A loud splash and a chuckle from the other side drew the unicorn's attention. Had his mouth been full of cider he would have given a passable imitation of an equine shaped fountain as he beheld something nothing in his life had prepared him for.

Markus was sitting right beside his master, in a flagrant display of familiarity. Yet, that sheer insanity did not even cause one-tenth the surprise as to what he and Ianoric were doing. The orc's huge arm was wrapped around the human's naked shoulder, his head was bowed and their lips were pressing against one another in a kiss far more passionate than decorum said any man should ever kiss his wife outside of their bedroom.

For what felt like an eternity the unicorn stared, his jaw hanging open as his brain tried to comprehend what it was seeing. The human's hand was on Ianoric's chest, his fingers squeezing a slightly purple nipple and from both of them, soft pleasured moans were beginning to grow. Eventually finding his senses returning Julius exclaimed, “General, what are you doing?"

With a shake of his head, the orc broke the kiss, “relaxing in a Jarkata." Ianoric's reply was simple and yet Julius struggled to grasp the concept. It seemed that the orc could see the confusion on his face, “let me show you." The general grunted and briefly turned back to Markus, lifting the human's chin with one finger and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Ianoric whispered something that Julius did not hear and then stood up. “Come with me." The orc said wading out into the hot springs.

Julius looked around slightly nervously, he was out of both his element and his depth and he knew it. Bathhouses, massages, food, drink, luxury and opulence he was used to. Men kissing men, that was something unusual. However, a lord kissing a commoner that was unheard of, save for some of the less savoury lords who press their prestige and desires on those of lesser birth by disgusting force. Julius had heard of this and found the practice vile, it was one thing he and his father agreed upon. Yet what worried him more was not that the orcs and humans might willingly engage in such exchanges across classes. It was how alluring he had found the image, he could feel a stirring in his sheath.

Following the orc into the deeper water, he felt the heat rising and he was shocked at the water reaching shoulder depth before levelling out. Then as they neared the intricate golden fencing around the balcony edge where the water was draining away, the water grew shallower. By the time he joined the orc general, who was leaning over the balcony, the water was just at knee depth.

Joining the orc he looked at Ianoric expectantly. Ianoric pulled a sight face and the purposefully looked out across the Jarkata. Julius got the message and looked out at the Jakarta as well. It was a huge building, impressive in its scale. The evening light growing orange giving the place a strange glow, reflecting off the dozens of pools. More tropical plants were set in small gardens full of blooms and fruit. Orange bushes Julius noted a species suited to far warmer climes, thriving with the constant heat of the hot springs, covered in both blossom and fruit. Filling the air with a floral and citrus sweetness. It was not the only thing thriving below.

Dozens of orcs and humans were using the pools and as Julius watched his jaw huge agape at what he saw. Men hugging, kissing, pressing close and grinding. Orcs and humans touching each others' naked bodies laughing like they had no cares in the world. A human sandwiched between two orcs with his face twisted in pleasure. An orc bent over the edge of a pool, with a human beneath him. Gulping he knew what they were doing and he found it hard to take his eyes away from them.

“This is why we come to the Jarakata, to celebrate our fellow men, to renew bonds of friendship and love." Ianoric's voice seemed huskier and he felt the orc's presence getting closer. “It brings the community together, we relax and enjoy each other. Although, there is no obligation, no mandate and no rights. If you wish to enjoy another he must wish to enjoy you. However, anyone entering a Jarkata can find companionship, there will always be someone willing and wanting. What do you think, Prince Julius?"

Gulping the unicorn tried to gather his thoughts. His first reaction was one of lurid desire to go below and find some companionship. However, he knew his place, he was a prince, a general and a knight, held to a higher standard than any orc or human. “I find it barbaric." He replied knowing that it would likely offend his host, but that his father would understand once he explained.

However, there was no outburst of anger. Ianoric's expression remained very even as the orc's purple eyes gazed at him focused and sharply; as if studying some strange manuscript. The seconds grew into minutes and Julius felt the humid air growing thick with tension and he wondered if his words had been ill-chosen. Maybe his father would have put it more diplomatically.

At last, the orc broke the silence with a soft chortle, “I asked for your opinion boy, not your father's." Julius felt the assault of those words more than he would the orc's fist, had he struck out. With a wave of his hand, the orc invited him to look once more, “I was born the son of an Emperor, everyone said I was my father's son. So I know the pressure that is placed upon you to act as if you were actually your sire. However, look again and this time speak from your heart and not your father's. I will know if you are lying."

Gulping, nervous and unsure Julius could not refuse the request. His eyes scanning the pools once more. The orc and human bent over a pool's edge were no longer alone. There was a second blue orc behind the green and another human stood above the couple. A soft sigh escaped Julius' lips as he saw the human's cock slipping in and out of the green orc's mouth. Not just a coupling but far more. In twos, threes, fours and more the denizens of the Jarkata were enjoying each other. There seemed to be nothing holding any of them back.

“It's… it's not fair," Julius at last muttered.

“That was not the answer I expected," Ianoric replied. “Though I am sure it was your answer, not your father's. Why isn't it fair?"

“Because I can have anything I want, any trifle I wish," Julius replied, his voice growing more confident with each passing word. “Yet for all my wealth, for all my titles, lands, servants, horses, dogs, farms and for all the golds, jewels in my treasury." The unicorn closed his eyes feeling a slight tear of frustration being squeezed out. “I have so much more than any man may dare dream. Yet I lack the freedom to… relax in a Jarkata as any common orc or human may."

The unicorn was disturbed from his pit of self-pity by a strong hand resting on his shoulder and squeezing, “you are my guest and that is one luxury I may grant you. Now come, let us return to our servants and you may get to know them better. While I can finally get the oral service I have been waiting for all day."

The unicorn paused, “My father…"

“Will never hear a single word of anything that happens here, I give you my word and that is stronger than the finest steel." Ianoric cut in quickly and then gave a mischievous wink. “Besides if I was to let him know that would mean your next visit would be far less enjoyable."

Despite himself, Julius could not help but laugh at that. Feeling the tension within his starting to seep away, as they walked back into the deeper pool water. He winced and stopped as the water reached his waist and for the first time he realised, his cock had dropped. He wasn't sure if it was the thoughts of what was to come, or if it was watching the others in the Jarkata that had triggered it. However, whatever the cause it was dropped and fully engorged, surrounded by water slightly too hot for comfort and despite that, it showed no signs of returning to his sheath.

Biting his lip he tried to focus on moving because staying still would only mean enduring the discomfort longer. His eyes found Antioni's friendly face, the black bull was standing exactly where he had been when Julius had left. A smile spread across the bull's lips and Julius paused in his stride as he spotted a splash of pink just above the waterline. Julius realised the bull was not only waiting for him to return, but he was also excited by the prospect.

His eyes wandered over that pink and growing rod and then back up to Antioni's face, where a knowing smile was turning into a broad grin. Antioni clearly knew exactly what the unicorn had been inspecting. The rod itself was still growing moment by moment and Julius felt some strange sensations in his stomach. Nerves at the prospect of what might happen in the next moments. What was he supposed to say? How was he expected to act? What does one say to a servant to get them to do that sort of thing?

That last question was one he did not have to ponder long. For just ahead of him, the orc had reached Markus. The human greeted him with a goblet of wine, which was tossed back quickly. Ianoric kissed the human with wine dripping down his black beard. Then he sat down back on his step, his green cock standing proud and said loudly, "what's an orc got to do to get his dick sucked around here?"

The sheer bluntness of the request made Julius pause. However, Markus simply laughed, Julius was sure it was far from the first time the human had been asked such a question. Markus gave his answer with actions, not words. Stepping around the orc and getting down onto his knees. The unicorn found his breath catching in his throat as he watched, those pink fingers grasp around the thick green rod and guide the purple tip right to his lips. Julius swallowed and took a breath of humid air as he saw those soft human lips press to the very tip in a kiss far lewder than that had brought protestations from the unicorn's lips. This time he was silent, but Ianoric was loud moaning with such pleasure that Julius found himself a thousandfold more eager to sample such sensation.

It took moments of watching Markus's head bobbing on the glistening green length for his own desires to build to such an extent that they overrode all his reason, every lesson he had had on decorum and restraint. Striding forward again purposefully, the water splashing and falling from his shimmering white form as he emerged from the depths. The unicorn's thick phallus rising like some giant sea monster from the depths.

Antioni met him with a welcoming smile and a tankard full of sweet cool cider. “Thank you," Julius whispered as he took the tankard. Putting it to his lips he drained the full pint in seconds, tossing the empty container behind him, where the pewter mug sank quickly into the depths, regarded by no-one. With his passions rising Julius looked into Antioni's soft brown eyes and asked, “may I have the honour of a kiss?" Impassioned he may be, but he was no brute after all. You can take the Prince out of the castle, but you can never take the castle out of the Prince.

Antioni gave a surprise chuckled, and Julius guessed that in a Jarkata no orc nor man ever asked politely. Though he sensed the bull's attraction was not dampened by such grace, “as you wish, My Prince." Antioni replied stepping closer and lifting up slightly moving his muzzle rapidly towards Julius'.

Julius' hand moved quickly landing on the bull's cheek, stopping his muzzle. He had something he needed to say before they gave in to their passions, “I… my name is Julius and if you like you may call me that… when there are no other of my kin around." An offer he had never made to any man, neither lord nor servant. His fingers trembled a little as they held the bull's muzzle feeling more exposed than ever before.

A soft bovine hand stroked across his and Antioni nuzzled into his hand, “thank you, Julius." He whispered and before Julius could reply or stop him, the black bull practically leapt forward. Their lips met with heated passion, moaning and kissing. Julius moaned as a bovine tongue, hungry for the taste of horse and apples, quested into his mouth. He suckled on the welcome invader, as his hands grasped the young man and he embraced him tightly. His heart was racing and he felt his thick length pressing against Antioni's flanks.

As they parted, Julius felt light-headed and unsure. This was a situation he was still lost in. Part of him wanted to be like Ianoric, to sit down and simply tell his partner what he wanted. His ears could still hear the moans and groans of the other two lovers as Markus provided the orc with talented oral services. However, in his heart, he was never going to be as rash or direct as Ianoric. Fortunately for him, Antioni took the lead for him.

“I actually like My Prince," the bull whispered, stressing the word my to something far more personal than his name. “At least for moments like this. Please, My Prince, be seated. You have had a long day and I would like to relieve you of your stressful burdens." Julius almost stumbled as he moved to sit down. The bull's strong paws grasped him and the two stayed upright. Feeling clumsy and silly, but excited and aroused beyond measure. Julis sat down, his equine shaft standing proud of the water, at full measure between his thighs.

Antion's eyes shone as they gazed at it, “I always wanted to taste one of your kin." The bull whispered as he got down between the equine's spread legs. Julius bit his lip to stop a whine born of nerves mixed with desire. Then he felt Antioni's two-fingered mitt grasp around the base of his shaft and he felt his excitement growing. His eyes were transfixed on the scene before him; Antioni taking Julius' cock in both paws guiding the flared tip right up to his muzzle.

Wafts of bovine breath tickled the flare and he almost cried out in bliss. The breath seemed to envelop his member, running down the shaft and tickling his medial ring. Time slowed and he watched Antioni's glistening black lips part and saw his pink tongue moving forward. Then he felt it, a warm pleasant tickle as the tongue lapped over his flared glans and he cried out in bliss.

Another lick followed, then another and with each stroke sensations ran down his length. Julius was no stranger to his maleness, he had stroked many a healthy load of equine spunk from it. Yet everything he had done to himself paled in comparison to the sensation of another person using their tongue on his cock. Tickles and shivers of pleasure ran from his glans right down his cock and up his spine; where they emerged from his lips as deep moans of pleasure.

His breath caught in his throat as Antioni leant forward. That warm tongue slid under his cock as a warm velvet muzzle surrounded his length. Julius gasped deeply feeling the suction slowly increasing. His ears picked up a soft moan coming from the bull. Blushing the unicorn realised that his lover was enjoying the taste of his cock. Hearing his lover enjoying his flavour only spurred on Julius' arousal. His hands clenched around the step he was perched on.

“Mmmm that's it, now come on speed it up boy," the voice startled Julius out of the moment by reminding him that they were not alone. He turned to see what was going on beside him. Ianoric had both his hands on Markus' head and was guiding him up and down. Julius could see the orc's hips lifting up a little fucking the human's mouth rapidly. His cock throbbed at the image and the thought of thrusting into the warmth that was surrounding it.

With barely controlled gasps of desire, Julius reached out, grasping Antioni by the hair, just as Ianoric had done. A deep rumbling moan of pleasure erupted from the bull and vibrated down his length making him cry out. Without a thought or hesitation, he bucked his hips driving a few inches of cock into that bovine muzzle. The pleasure grew tenfold as his flare slid up the bovine's tongue and further into the warmth.

Instincts took over, his hands slipped onto Antioni's horns, holding him desperately. While his hips lifted up rapidly, fucking the bull's mouth desperately utterly lost to the pleasure and lust of the moment. Sensations that were distantly familiar filled him as his balls tingled and tightened. Antioni moaned and held still, willingly submitting to the stallion. Julius' voice lifted up loudly with pleasured cries that echoed across the crystal dome and came back to his own ears.

Within moments he felt himself pass the point of no return and his thick equine shaft throbbed. Jets of musky potent unicorn seed shot forth into the waiting hungry bovine muzzle. Julius cried out again when he felt Antioni gulping, swallowing his royal seed as he continued to empty his aching nuts into the willing and wanting maw. Every muscle seemed to tense and he felt more tingles of pleasure as his cock continued to throb unloading more of more thick horse cream.

Panting heavily, Julius let go of Antioni's horns and moaned as the bull pulled off slowly. Closing his eyes the unicorn basked in the feeling of a thick and strong tongue lapping over his softening flare, cleaning up the last few drops of his seed. From beside him, he could still hear moans and grunts of pleasure from the others and he gulped, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how quickly he had succumbed to his own pleasure. Opening his eyes he cast them down at Antioni, looking for any sign of disappointment.

All he saw was a happy face of a satisfied bull that was still licking over his glans. “Looks like someone must have been really pent up," the chuckle came from the orc and Julius felt his face flushing with embarrassment. Then he then heard the orc mutter to the human on his cock, “you ain't getting out that easy, you know you have got to earn it."

Humiliation was not a feeling Julius was unaccustomed to. His father was always willing to point out his failings, on more than one occasion in front of other lords and even servants. However, mixed with his own confusion it was particularly potent. Launching to his hooves the unicorn muttered, “I have to go… relieve myself." Not waiting for a response he strode quickly out of the pool.

Walking fast on a marble floor with equine hooves is never advisable. As he made for the undressing room he felt his hooves sliding out from under him. Stumbling down to his knee he bit back a yell of pain as his knee cracked into the hard rock floor. Glancing back he was relieved to see that Ianoric was not looking and had not noticed, but horrified to see Antioni looking at him with a face full of concern.

Picking himself up he limped away as fast as the slippery floor would allow. Reaching the undressing room he stopped and sat down on a marble bench. Mumbling in his head about the stupidity of choosing look over function in a choice of flooring that a king, or emperor, might fall on. He had little time to think on what to do because his ass had barely hit the cold uncomfortable stone before a friendly, worried, black bull arrived. “Are you ok, My Prince?"

A question that Julius most definitely did not want to answer. The last thing he ever wished to do was show weakness to someone of less than noble birth. In fact, as future king, he should show weakness to none. “I'm fine, thank you, Antioni."

“Would you like another drink, or some food, Mr Prince?" The bull asked stepping closer, a look of concern on his face. Julius' eyes noted the bull's pink length was no longer in view. No doubt his pathetic display had something to do with that.

“No," he replied curtly, trying to hide any hint of upset in his tone.

Antioni did not seem to want to accept that as an answer, “would you like a massage? I am fully trained and would make it most pleasurable, My Prince."

“No, no massage. I just... “ the words died on his lips and he was about to ask for his armour so that he might leave the whole disaster behind him.

However, the bull seemed to sense something and he moved forward sitting down beside the unicorn, placing an arm around his shoulders. “I enjoyed our time together, and I was hoping to have more," Antioni said with such earnestness that Julius had no choice but to accept the words for what they were.

Sighing heavily he let his shoulders droop, “I am sorry that… our time together was so short." Julius replied feeling his shame growing.

“My father was a merchant," the bull announced suddenly, leaving Julius to wonder if he had asked or laid out any desire to know that detail. “As soon as I was of age I joined him, travelling to many places, including cities in the Terran Empire. That is when I first heard of these places. The tales that the other merchants in our caravans would tell of what happened in Jarkata's they excited and aroused me."

The bull squeezed Julius' shoulder as he told his tale and Julius was far too curious as to why this tale was being told to stop it. “Soon as I was of age to be allowed in I came to one. Just a minos lad of eighteen summers utterly untrained and ill-experienced. I saw so much happening and much that I wanted to join. At last, an orc approached me and I.. let him serve me orally. Only I was so excited that no sooner had his lips touched my member than I let loose a torrent of bull milk."

Julius easily guessed the intent of the story was to make him feel better. “Did you run away, fall over and hurt your knee too?"

Laughing the bull shook his head, “no, the orc didn't let me, he told me not to worry that he wasn't some blushing dam on her wedding night expecting the world to shake. He was just a guy looking to get pleasure and give pleasure." Shaking his head and laughing again Antioni admitted, “he basically didn't want me to run away he wanted me to suck him off in return, which I did and.. I enjoyed it. I came back the next night and the next. Before long I got a job working in the Jarkata and never looked back."

Reaching out a black hand the bull cupped Julius' chin and pulled gently until they were nose to nose, “I never regretted it, I enjoyed my time with everyone. Just like I enjoyed my time with you, there is no shame in what happened. To me, it will be a wonderful memory, Mr Prince." The bull added a wonderful deep rumbling huskiness to his tone as he said, My Prince. “I hope to make sure that you remember this day as I do, as a wonderful one."

His story finished the bull pushed forward and their lips met. Julius froze at first and then he sighed softly, feeling silly but also happy. Pressing into the kiss he returned it with passion, feeling his loins stirring once more as Antioni's hand slid across his cheek, the other stroked off his shoulder and down his back. Their lips parted and he gave a deep sigh of contentment, “thank you, Antioni for being so kind, to one who was so boarish to you. I hope Ianoric did not see my flight."

“An entire army could march through the hot springs and that orc would not notice while someone is sucking or riding on his cock," snorted the bull, he leant forward and placed a soft tender peck on Julius' velvet muzzle. “Nor would he care if he did. Very few last long their first time. It is like any other skill, like say fencing. You did not pick up a sabre and just know how to use it flawlessly, you had to be taught."

“So what now?" Julius asked, willing to let the bull guide him.

“Anything you wish, My Prince," Antioni replied with a smile. “We can sit and talk more. We can go back to the hot springs, I could give you a massage. I could suck on you again, or you could suck me. Or we could fuck if you wish. Ianoric… brought you here, he will most definitely want to enjoy some time with you, and me. However, only if you wish. Nobody in a Jarkata is under any word or obligation, that is the point. To let go of obligation and just enjoy each other, in whatever way you desire."

The unicorn found himself smiling at the images Antioni's words conjured in his mind. “What… what would you desire?" He asked his voice faltering a little. It was a question he rarely asked anyone but his father, however, for the first time he really cared to hear the answer.

Shaking his huge head a little and smiling, Antioni stroked his huge black paw down Julius' chest and stomach. The prince gasped as he felt strong fingers teasing around his sheath, in a moment he felt his cock drop and the bull gave a soft whistle of appreciation to see the huge equine shaft emerge from it's home so fast. “That is a beautiful sight to behold," Antioni whispered as his fingers grasped around the cock and he groaned. “I would desire to feel this inside me, to be the first blessed by your touch. I have oft dreamt of the joy of laying with one such as you, My Prince."

Julius groaned with unbridled desire, “I would like that too, very much." Antioni gave him a broad grin. However, inside the unicorn felt his nerves growing once more. “I will need you to guide me."

“That would be my pleasure, and honour, My Prince," Antioni replied before springing to his hooves. “One moment, My Prince." He said as he dashed out of the room. Julius smiled to see bull's pink member was fully emerged and hard to the thought of what was going to happen. Antioni was gone less than a minute before he returned with a jug, “olive oil, to make your first time go smoothly." He announced and wasted no time returning to Julius.

They kissed on his return, a brief but passionate exchange before Antioni sank down to his knees. He dipped a huge black bovine hand into the jug and pulled it out, dribbles of green oil landing on the floor. Julius briefly worried that oil on marble was likely to lead to more bruised knees or worse. Any thoughts of safety fled from his mind as a strong paw grasped his cock, stroking oil onto the black flesh of his shaft. A whinny escaped his lips as Antioni drizzled oil right from the jug over his flare, then stroked and spread it out.

The sensations were wonderful and most welcome. Yet they were also short-lived. Antioni clearly had an agenda and wanted to keep things moving along at pace. “There, you are now prepared, My prince." As he spoke the bull offered his dry paw to the prince and pulled him to his hooves. Clearly eager to move along the bull laid himself over the marble bench, lifting his ass up to a convenient height. The bull's tail flicking around excitedly, swatting Antioni's black buttocks. "Now, My Prince, there is no need to be gentle, I am prepared and experienced. However, once you are fully inside I want you to stop."

Gulping the equine stepped a little closer, reaching down to grasp his greased meat. He could see the small ring that was his target and in his mind, he worried by the sheer size of his flare compared to its mark. “Are… are you sure, I have no desire to injure you."

“I've taken bigger," Antioni responded instantly with absolute confidence enough to match any orc. Julius guessed that having lived with them for years and especially with his job the bull had gained at least some of the greenskins' natural swagger.

Thinking to himself that the bull might regret his words he pressed his flare to Antioni's puckered entrance. He took a deep breath and then he thrust forward. Moaning with delight as Antioni's ring stretched around his flare, the sudden heat and tightness driving wonderful sensations into his rod. Neighing with unabashed bliss he continued to press forward, sliding inch after inch into the bull. Hearing Antioni groaning and whimpering under him made him feel stronger than he felt when he bested the captain of his father's guard in a wrestling match. Another man was on his dick, whimpering to the feel of it, writhing and more importantly pushing back wanting more.

Their voices lifted up with one joint sigh of content as unicorn hips pressed to bull rump. Julius held still, despite every instinct demanding that he pull back and thrust again just as fast as he could. “When I said I'd taken bigger… I was wrong." Moaned the bull with a chuckle and then a slight wriggle of his hips. The slight movement sending waves of pleasure down Julius' shaft. He closed his eyes basking in the feeling of Antioni's tight warmth clasping around every inch.

Gulping softly, Julius leant back just a little and looked down. He could see the black base of his shaft glistening with olive oil and Antioni's stretched ring. Licking his lips he wondered at the sensation and emotions, to know he was inside another person in such a way. Long had he dreamt of doing something so wonderfully carnal. “What do I do now?"

“In a moment you pull back until you are almost out and then you thrust again, and stop," Antioni replied instantly and then wiggled his rump again tantalisingly. Julius clenched up as he felt the pleasure around his shaft growing and the instinct to rutt growing strong again. He took a deep breath and then began to pull back, moaning loudly as he felt Antioni's depths clenching around him almost pulling him back in. His body trembled with the desire to be back inside.

When he was almost three quarters out he found himself slamming back inside hard, with a whinny of triumph. It took every modicum of discipline he had been taught to stop himself pulling back out and going in again. Under him, Antioni moaned happily and he felt that warm bovine rump pressing back into him once more. Gulping and trembling he fought the urge to rutt once more. His body was screaming at him to mount this bovine bitch fully, to pound his ass just as hard and fast as he could and fill them with as much equine spunk as he could shoot.

As he stood there panting and fighting his own body for control, he felt someone grasp hold of his hand. The bull pulled his hand away from the grip he had on Antioni's flanks, down and under. Then he felt his fingers brushing something smooth and moist. A little unsure he wrapped his hand around the bull cock and moaned at the feeling. It was throbbing hard against his fingers, “see how much pleasure you bring, My Prince." The bull's trembling voice instructed. “How much I desire you."

Blushing Julius squeezed down on that hot length, making Antioni moo out in pleasure, “It's so hard." He gasped as he stroked the length, letting his fingers explore. He'd never touch another, never even dreamt of getting to explore like this.

“Hard for you, My Prince," Antioni confirmed loudly, those words making Julius' chest swell with pride and desire. “Once more, My Prince." Julius did not have to ask for details, he knew exactly what Antioni wanted once more. Though he had to fight his desire to keep hold of the warm length in his fingers. He promised himself he would feel it more, he would explore it in full. However, first, he would give Antioni what he had asked for so graciously.

Their voices lifted up again as his third thrust landed with a thump. The sensations were strong and yet not so all-encompassing as those first few. “Again, please two more!" Antioni begged, his delicious rump wriggling against his ass as if trying to work the equines thickness even deeper. No sooner had his ears heard the word that his body reacted. With grunts and cries of pleasure, he delivered two more thrusts. However, stopping himself giving a third was almost too much, he could feel his balls tightening once more. Julius bit down on his lip so hard he could taste blood. The pain cutting through his instincts and giving him enough control to stop.

“If… if I keep going I'll…" Julius did not finish his sentence, but he did not have too. The bull clearly knew what he was doing. He felt a hand grasp his wrist again and tug. This time he did not need to be guided, he reached under the bull, grasping his engorged member and stroking it eagerly. All the while his cock twitched and throbbed inside the snug warm depths of his lover just on the edge of his orgasm.

“And I thought the sunset was beautiful," a familiar voice rumbled from behind them. The sudden shock of being caught in the act was enough to bring him far back from the brink. Turning he found Ianoric and Markus standing in the doorway, both of them dripping. Ianoric's thick cock at half-mast. Julius guessed the human had finished giving him his oral-service and that it was the sight of the two of them fully engaged that was causing the blood to flow back to the orc's manhood.

“Thank you," Antioni replied, and Julius got the feeling the bull was taking the lead to protect him.

“General, I… would you care to join us," Julius asked to the surprise of everyone in the room, none more so than himself. He felt his cock throbbing once more and knew he wanted more. Julius knew that Antioni would welcome more, and that other experienced lovers might make up for his inexperience to ensure the bull got full satisfaction from their trist. Moreso, he wanted the orc, he wanted to see him like Antioni speared on his thick equine cock, wriggling and squirming. Let him see if the orc's confident swagger could survive a reaming by a unicorn lord high on pure unadulterated lust.

A broad grin spread across the orc's face, “I would literally fight my way through a thousand orc soldiers to take part. Though I am very glad I don't have to." The orc replied with a gallant charm and wit that Julius had not expected. Then the orc lent down to mutter something into the human's ears and Julius saw Markus' eyes light up and then move to the equine's face and down to his ass. He wasn't sure what had just been said but he knew he was going to find out very soon, he just hoped he liked it.

Swaggering over to the pair, Ianoric reached a strong green hand out. It stroked over Julius' rump and then up his back and to his face. Julius moaned and trembled, welcoming the touch, but not knowing how to respond. Fortunately, the orc was more than willing to take the lead. His hand grasping Julius' mane and pulling him firmly into a passionate kiss. Trembling a little Julius returned the kiss, feeling the orc's tongue worming its way inside his mouth, he suckled on it. The potent taste of musk mixed with red wine dominated his mouth. However, his equine tongue was more than a match for the orc's the two danced and fenced.

Antioni's ass wriggled suddenly as if the bull was trying to remind Julius he was still there. Julius cried out, breaking the kiss and pulled back. Then he slammed forward hard, grunting as he put his mate in his place the bull's cries of pleasure delicious succour to his ears. “Oh yeah, that's how you treat a Jarkata boy, like Antioni." chuckled the orc as he stepped around and reached a leg over the marble bench. His green cock fully erect and just before Antioni's nose. “Come on, Antioni, you know you want it."

Julius watched enthralled as the male he was rutting wrapped his lips around the orc's thickness. Looking up he saw Ianoric's purple eyes shining as he gave a confident wink. “We can share him, right Prince Julius?" Julius was far too lost to the pleasure and lust of the moment to reply. Instead, he pulled back his hips and slammed forward hard, gasping at the surrounding his shaft.

The orc seemed to accept that as an answer, responding to Julius with a thrust of his own, moaning softly in pleasure. The green brute leant forward and Julius found himself leaning in towards him. Their lips met again as the unicorn continued to thrust, moaning and gasping at the feeling of Antioni squirming under him. Ianoric's tongue and his danced hungrily and he pushed his into the orc's mouth. His equine tongue far the superior in size and strength, he dominated Ianoric's mouth easily. A great feeling of satisfaction filling him as he exerted his dominance in a small way over his host.

The need to rut was growing and his hips started to rock faster and faster. Pleasure flooded his body and he felt his control slipping away. Any cares about showing dominance, about proving to be a competent lover slipped away. He was a servant to his own lusts and pleasures, giving Antioni everything he had over and over. His need to flood this warm hole with his essence filling him, his balls tingling and tightening as they prepared to empty inside his lover.

However, two hands grasping his ass broke the lustful spell his two lovers had cast on him. His rump cheeks were pulled apart and then he felt something warm pressing between a moist touch to his most private of nethers broke the spell completely. Julius pulled away from the kiss forcefully, his hips stopping their actions as he looked behind him. To find Markus on his knees behind him, the human's face pushing where Julius had never thought any man would touch. His mind spun at the realisation that the tickling sensation was a tongue caressing his tight ring. On instinct, he clenched down and made to turn. Only to be stopped by two strong green hands, grasping his wrists.

Ianoric grinned at him and moaned, “don't worry, he's just getting you ready for later." Despite the fact that reassurance raised more questions than it answered, Julius, did stop his actions. Partly because of Ianoric, partly because Antioni clenched down on his cock, squeezing it firmly and reminding him of the pleasure he was just in. Also because the tickling feeling was at least pleasant, even if it had been unexpected and unannounced. A green hand let go of his wrist and reached up stroking his cheek, Julius moaned softly as he calmed down nuzzling into the hand.

Another clench around his cock was all it took to get his hips moving slightly, rocking back and forth in that tight warm depths. While his lips returned to Ianoric's and he lost himself in so many pleasant sensations. With each backward motion, he felt Markus' tongue thrusting a little, teasing his ring open. The stretching sensation was oddly familiar and pleasant. Markus' hands on his ass gripped firmly and he neighed into Ianoric's mouth as the human's tongue started to thrust deeper and deeper, stretching his entrance with each motion.

Accepting the new sensations and returning his focus to Antioni, Julius began to pull out further and further. Feeling his thickness stroking around inside those warm silken depths. His flared tip swirling in sensation with each thrust. The pleasure growing thrust by thrust. Ianoric's moans of pleasure shared with him, the two kissed and moaned as between them the subservient bull squirmed in absolute torturous bliss.

Julius' confidence returned quickly as his cock started to slam into the bovine with authority once more. The feelings of dominance and command flooding his mind as he bred the lesser male, pounding his well-abused hole with desperate pleasure. His balls beginning to tingle as they slapped heavily off the bull's nuts, making them sting and yet ache to be empty. Grunting and moaning he knew he was about to lose himself in those depths.

Only the warm tickling sensation from behind him suddenly vanished. Julius was far too focused on pounding Antioni's deliciously welcoming rump to pay any attention. Until he felt something warm press up to his slick and loosened pucker. Every instinct in Julius told him not to stop, to keep going to breed this willing bitch full of every last drop of his royal seed. As his hips pulled back something pushed forward and he cried out forcefully breaking the kiss again as his ring stretched and Markus used the equine's own actions to push his olive oil-drenched cock fully inside the equine.

A green hand pulled his head back, Ianoric grunted, “just go with it. I'm so fucking close, now give me your lips." The confident words mixed with the throbbing ache from his cock as it was pulled back from orgasm one more time was all he needed to silence him. Thrusting hard, he moaned as that human cock slipped inside him once more. This time it stung far less, there was a slight pleasant tickle mixed in with the sensations. He could hear Markus moaning behind him as the human's lithe body slammed up to his frame.

Returning his lips to Ianoric he let go of every inhibition. He was in a Jarkata and this was what happened in Jarkata's. It was everything he had wanted and never been able to ask for. His cock was throbbing and aching as he slammed it desperately into Antioni with everything he had. This time as his balls tightened there was no surprises, nothing to hold him back. He cried out lost to the pleasure as his thick length rutter the bill's ass desperately. His balls dancing and convulsing as he rutted his seed into Antioni's mouth.

Iantoric cried out into his lips and then broke the kiss. They both looked down at Antioni's face, Julius watched that slick green meat rutting the bull's lips as he knew the orc was emptying into the bovine just as he was. Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt Markus holding himself against his back, the human's slender hips pressed desperately to Julius' large frame. In his mind, Julius knew some servant had just shot their load into his formerly virgin ass. Markus looked up at him, the human's face pink with effort and then he pressed the face against Julius' white flank and nuzzled.

Julius turned and leaned backwards awkwardly. Putting a hand on the human's head he turned Markus' head. Then he gave the trembling human a kiss. While in his head the unicorn thought not of how his ass had been taken, but how much he wanted to see his thick length between the human's pink buttocks, maybe lips. Then he wanted to take Ianoric, and he knew the orc had plans for his ass and he would certainly let him. His father would have approved of nothing he had done since he accepted the orc's offer. For the first time in his life that knowledge did not bother him. He let go of his need to please his father and embraced his desire to give pleasure and be pleasured.

“I needed that," Ianoric moaned as he pulled his softening cock from the mouth of the bull. “I have to say I am impressed, Prince Julius. Not many of your kind are willing to join in such activities."

The praise was unexpected but not unwelcome, “thank you, General. Though I think after this you may simply call me Julius, at least when in private."

Nodding the orc accepted the offer, “would you like to return to the hot springs, or maybe go relax in one of the more comfortable rooms. Something with more soft furnishings, and maybe some more food and drink to help us recharge for a second round if you think you will be up for more, Julius."

Stepping back, the unicorn gasped as he felt his softening and floppy cock pulling out of Antioni's depths. His eyes caught the sight of a stretched and bused hole leaking his cum and his cock almost sprung back to full hardness. “More food, more drink and more sex." He confirmed simply, his eyes not leaving Antioni.

Ianoric stepped closer and whispered, “if you like I can have him assigned to your entourage to… prepare your bed each night during your visit."

Glancing up at the bull's exhausted but happy and handsome face Julius nodded, “I would like that, very much so. Thank you."

Ianoric bowed slightly, “as any good host, I live to keep my guests happy. Although I would hope you might allow me to join you in your bed chamber for some late-night talks, while you are here. Or at least join me in the Jarkata again."

“Yes, to both!" Julius replied instantly, there was not even the slightest hesitation. His father would not approve, but for once in his life, Julius had something other than his father's approval in mind.

“Excellent, in which case we should adjourn to the antechamber where we may rest more comfortably," the orc's voice practically boomed with excitement. Julius could not help but note the orc's manhood had sprung back to full life, no doubt in anticipation of what was to happen next. The equine felt his cock drop as his mind ran through a few probable encounters.

However, a hand taking his took his attention. Looking back he found Antioni sitting up on the marble bench where he had just been railed, looking slightly uncomfortable. “I will join you momentarily." The prince replied to Ianoric, sensing the minos had something to say.

Ianoric gave a wry smile looking at the two, he put a hand on Markus' shoulder, “very well, we will see you there. I will have a tankard of cider waiting for you." The orc replied as he left taking Markus with him.

Julius looked down at the bull, his eyes full of concern, “did… did I injure you?"

Antoni smiled and squeezed Julius' hand as he shook his head, “no, I may be sore tomorrow, but I am hardly new to such actions." Antioni replied and Julius could see a debate going on behind the bull's eyes. He knew Antioni had more to say and wisely held his tongue to give the bull a chance to prepare his words. “General Ianoric has intentions towards you, My Prince."

The unicorn could not help but smile at the care behind those words, “he has been most direct on that account, Antioni," Julius replied, finding the bull's concern sweet. “Never in my life have I been at such liberty to explore the desires and pleasures of my body. I would like to experience more before I leave." Sighing softly he added, “before I return home and cease such explorations I would like to experience much more."

“I understand, My Prince. When I first came to a Jarkata I had similar desires. Yet the men of the Empire can be… less than gentle in their lusts," Antioni's gaze was suddenly on the wall and anywhere but Julius' face. “Ianoric is a good orc, but he thinks Markus' time with you is ample preparation and… he may not be as gentle as he should."

“Are you saying I should leave?" Julius asked feeling his pride bruising slightly. Though the gentle nature of Antioni's concerns made anger far from his first reaction. As would be the norm should a servant question his decisions or the intentions of someone of a noble birthright. “I am not some delicate bloom, I am a man, a knight and I can take my lumps and dish out those in return." He assured the bovine with a smile and a paw caressing Antioni's velvet cheek.

“I did not mean to imply you could not endure, My Prince," the bull replied, getting to his feet and gazing directly into Julis' eyes. “However, if I could offer some counsel, My Prince. When we join them, stroke Ianoric's ego with your words and his body with your hands. Then ask him if he will offer himself first. Then I could… I could prepare you more and far gentler than Ianoric would be. It will make sure that when you give Ianoric his turn you both experience the full pleasure of such times."

At last, the penny dropped in Julius' mind. “So while I take Ianoric, you would like to take me?" The unicorn asked plainly.

“Not like that I just mean I could more gently…"

Julius stopped the bull's hasty excuses with a finger to the bovine's muzzle, the equine leant forward and placed a soft tender kiss on Antioni's lips. Holding it for a few seconds, just enjoying the warmth of Antioni and the slight tickle of his breath. Breaking the kiss he whispered, “I would enjoy such preparation, were Ianoric to take advantage afterwards or not." He whispered and then pushed forward for a more passionate kiss, his arms suddenly around the bull, pulling the trembling male close as his cock swelled with excitement. Markus attention had been surprising, but not unwelcome. However, knowing what was likely to happen only gave more fertile soil for Julius' desires to grow.

Breaking the kiss, he noted Antioni's breath was growing rapid and a glance downward showed the bull's length at full erection, a clear liquid glistening from the meatus. Knowing that he was the source of such desires, such lusts only made his desires grow faster and fuller. He fixed the bull in his gaze and said, “stroke his body and his ego, get him to let me go first." The unicorn confirmed with a broad grin as he pressed his muzzle into the bull's broad neck. Huffing at the musky, earthy scent of the young bull. “Then let you… more gently prepare me."

He felt the huge bull sighing against him as Antioni whispered, “as your wish, My Prince."

Pulling back from the embrace Julius nodded towards the door," please lead on, dear Antioni." The bull needed no further instruction. Taking Julius by the paw he led him back out to the hot springs, only he took a sharp left and led the unicorn prince to another door. Inside was a small room with several large sofas. Tapestries hung from the walls and the floor was carpeted with several thick animal skin rugs. Much to the relief of the equine, hooves and marble do not make for a safe combination, as Julius' bruised knee was a testament to. A small fireplace had a fire burning merrily. While several tables held small sculptures, all exquisite. The air was full and heavy with the scent of a musky incense that was burning in the hearth.

The fabric of the soft furnishings were purple. An expensive colour designed to impress upon those who enter the richness of the owner. As if the rest of the Jarkata had not already made that impression. Although Julius knew that the purpose of these rooms was often to seduce the mind of your guests with their pure opulent luxury. Thus making them more compliant to their host's requests. There were rooms similar to it in his father's palace. Though the unicorn's desires were usually of a more tangible and less physical nature.

Sitting on one of the sofa's was Ianoric. He had his legs spread wide, a goblet of wine in one hand, the other was behind his back. Between his huge thighs, Markus was kneeling, once more showing his lord what great oral talents he possessed. His blonde head bobbing slowly on the thick green pole. Julius eyed it slightly nervously, knowing where it would end up. Yet with that knowledge, his loins did tingle and his cock stayed fully aroused and ready to serve.

On a small table before the two was a tankard, no doubt full of the sweet cider that he had enjoyed. Remembering Antioni's words he walked forward purposefully. Ianoric gave him a grin, having no issues meeting his eye even as another man sucked on his dick. “Please, Julius, feel free to sit anywhere you chose."

“Thank you," the unicorn replied with a slight bow. Grabbing the tankard of cider he sat down next to the orc. Feeling the heat of the other's body as he leant against him. “I think this is the best seat in the house." He observed before he took a mouthful of sweet fermented apples. Spreading his legs wide, copying the orc and without a word, Antioni joined the human on the floor.

Warm hands grasped his maleness, and then he moaned as he felt a strong broad tongue lapping over his shaft. “The hospitality of your house has been much underestimated in my kingdom." The prince observed, draining the tankard he passed the empty to Antioni, who took it without moving his mouth from the thick equine shaft.

“Why thank you," moaned the orc. “I like to think we are a welcoming people." His hand empty, the unicorn tried to follow the guidance his servant had given. Reaching across the orc he ran his fingers across the broad muscular orc. Moaning at the feeling of the thick hair, tickling his fingertips. “Ohh, I must admit I have found you to be far more…. Accepting than most of your kin."

“Thank you too, Ianoric," Julius whispered, leaning in a little. Pausing as he felt Antioni's lips on his flare. The bovines soft kisses raining over his glans stirring up his desires tenfold. He let his fingers stroke down the orc's flank and onto his thigh. “My people have certain views on… such matters. I do not share those particular views.

“Moaning loudly the orc almost purred his response, “so I see. I hope you have enjoyed your experiences thus far. Antioni is a very talented fellow. As is Markus." Julius' muzzle pressed into the orc's neck, nuzzling up close as he pressed his perfectly sculpted torso against the orcs. An empty goblet of wine was tossed away, landing with a soft clunk in the animal fur. The strong arm reaching around the unicorn's shoulders and running down Julius' flanks. Julius moaned into Ianoric's neck as he felt tickles and tingles of pleasure and arousal. Before him, Antioni gave a snort of surprise as a thick jet of precum jetted from the equine flare and onto his face.

“As is their master, the great General Ianoric." The unicorn whispered softly, his lips kissing the orc's neck. The salty taste was pleasant and addictive. Julius kissed and nibbled with earnest desire. “Handsome, strong and well endowed."

Julius stifled a cry of bliss as Ianoric's hand suddenly moved and grasped the base of his thick shaft. “Your highness is more than my match there. I must admit I had heard rumours of your people, but I had never been blessed to see one of you in action until today." Not willing to be outdone, Julius moved his hand off Ianoric's thigh and for the first time, he grasped the orc's thickness.

It felt wonderfully right in his hand. Hot and thick, throbbing to his touch and with the racing beat of the orc's heart. He could feel the lust of the brute, it was trembling with uncontained need and as he squeezed down he heard Ianoric groan in bliss. The feeling of power was unmatched, never did he have the attention of another than he had of the orc, while his fingers were around that shaft. In the back of his mind, he wondered how the feeling of control would compare if he held the orc's cock not with his fingers, but his lips. Truly at this moment, he believed Markus was the one with more power over the orc than anyone, sucking and moaning on that thick green shaft.

A green palm stroked his cheek and he turned, kissing those digits and then leaning up. Their lips met hungrily, their passion and desire growing by the moment. While between their legs their servants sucked and slurped on their erect malenesses, driving the pleasure and lusts of their lords to greater heights. Tongues writhed and danced as they shared gasps and moans of lust and passion.

Breaking the kiss, Julius whispered desperately into the orc's ears, “please, sweet Ianoric, may I… I want to be inside you."

The orc looked surprised and Julius saw his purple eyes moving down to where Antioni was sucking on the huge equine shaft. For the first time since he had met the orc, he saw a little doubt in those eyes. Knowing that Ianoric was on the fence, wondering if he could take it, Julius plucked on the orc's strings like a skilled harpist. “It's ok if you don't think you could take someone as big as me. I can always enjoy Antioni again"

To many men, the offer of a way to back out would have been gratefully taken. However, Julius correctly judged that an orc would take it as a challenge. That he would have to prove that he could do what any other male could do. He knew that it was all the orc would need to sprawl out on the sofa and let the equine use his ass as a stallion uses a mare.

A deep rumbling laugh escaped Ianoric's lips, “I can take you and there is no need for such games with me or my people. If you want to stick me, just look me in the eye and tell me directly that you want to stick me."

Flushing with slight embarrassment at being caught in his ploy, yet trembling with desire at the orc's words. The unicorn looked into those purple eyes and said loudly and clearly, “ General Ianoric, I want to fuck you just as hard as you can take it until I rutt every last fucking drop of my royal fluids into your Imperial ass." For a second everything in the room froze, both servants pausing in their oral service to stare at the unicorn utterly agog. “Was that direct enough for your satisfaction?"

Ianoric's slack jaw tightened into a broad and approving smile. “Just so, Julius. In which case I invite you to stuff that fucking huge cock of yours as deep into my Imperial ass and let's engage in some real diplomacy between our peoples." As he spoke the orc gently pushed the unresisting human off his cock and started to move. Turning to sprawl out over the sofa, his green ass pert and lifted up slightly. As the orc's chest draped over the arm of the sofa.

Julius glanced down at Antioni, who gave him a wink as he pulled his lips off the huge equine flare. “Do we have any oil?" The unicorn asked and a jug of warm olive oil was quickly found. While Julius eyed up the taut orc buttocks and the slight pink target. Markus and Antioni shared the duty of preparing his cock. Four hands covered in oil stroking his cock in so many ways that part of the unicorn wished would never end.

However, he had made boasts and Ianoric had made a challenge, or so it seemed to Julius. So he intended to rise to the occasion. With a click of his tongue, he signalled that he was ready and the four hands left his cock. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw those hands move to Antioni's erect meat. Knowing the bull's plan he felt his heart race in anticipation. To take and be taken, it was a bliss he had never expected to feel and to feel it more than once in a day, let alone a lifetime, seemed like more than a dream come true.

His attention was drawn by a voice challenging him, “come on now, you asked most eloquently for my ass. Use it or I will use yours." It appeared that Ianoric had grown bored of waiting for the unicorn to do what he had promised. Or possibly he knew that such a challenge was likely to rise the Prince's ire and make him show the orc who was true nobility. Grasping his flare in one hand he moved quickly. One hoof on the sofa, one stretched down to the floor. He guided his flare quickly to the puckered entrance and then paused.

“Are you sure, Ianoric?" He asked as he pressed his flare to the tight ring. Doubts starting to fill him. His flare was wide and the pink puckered entrance was tiny by comparison. With Antioni he had no doubt, mostly because of the bull's insistence and position. However, he wondered how often Ianoric was taken. So far the orc had done nothing but take his pleasure in others, nor shown much desire to ride their maleness.

“I said run me with it, or by the Goddess, I will take your furry rump for a ride you will never forget," growled the orc impatiently pushing his ass back, grinding against the flare as if trying to force it inside him. There could have been no plainer or simpler answer, Ianoric was ready, willing. All Julius needed to find out was if he was able to take the unicorn's huge dick. A question with only one obvious way to answer it.

Grunting with effort, Julius thrust hard and true. His fingers holding his cock in place, stopping it from slipping away, or going anywhere but forward and down. At first, he felt pressure, his mighty shaft being squeezed from both ends, as Ianoric's rear put up resistance. Then just as he feared his cock might bend with the force of his hips, he felt the pressure lessen. Next wonderful warmth enveloped his flare as the orc's tight ring stretched beyond capacity to take it inside.

“Fuck! By the Goddess!" ianoric exclaimed with a deep grunt of pain. “No wonder you pointy-headed fuckers don't screw around so much. None of you would be able to sit, certainly not for an entire day of trade negotiations." Julius couldn't help but laugh at the words, though no other man would ever be allowed to call him a pointed-headed fucker without the Prince demanding satisfaction on the field of personal combat. As it was, he was content to take satisfaction inside the orc's ass on the sofa inside a Jarkata.

As he paused to allow the loud-mouthed orc to adjust to the girth of the phallus inside him, he felt hands on his own rump. Glancing behind he saw Antioni, oiled cock in paw and a question on his face. The unicorn nodded slightly, a habit of horned species who could poke an eye out with an over-aggressive nod. Antioni's smile positively beamed and Julius gasped to feel the bull's strong hands roughly pulling his tail out of the way.

A warm hard mass pressed to his own ring, still slick with oil and human seed. Julius took a breath and then gave a soft cry as he felt his own ring open up far quicker and easier than Ianoric's had. Antioni's cock was much bigger than Markus' but tapered nicely and his entry was pain-free. In fact, it was somewhat pleasant. A slight pleasant stretching sensation.

“You are going to finish before the sun comes up?" Ianoric's petulant question let the unicorn know the orc was ready for more. He suspected the brute was deliberately goading him. Maybe it was the orcish way of trying to sure up both his confidence and resolve while showing that he wanted him to continue. In his own way, he was trying to help the inexperienced unicorn. Answering with a thrust and a whinny of pleasure, Julius stuffed another good few inches of equine shaft into Ianoric's tight buttocks. Stopping only when his medial ring pressed to Ianoric's overstretched pucker. The green brute squirmed under him, and Julius found himself grasping Ianoric's hips firmly and dominantly holding his mare in position. While his cock was awash in the sensations of a tight warmth unlike any other.

“Fuck me!" Ianoric cursed and the orc beat his fist on one of the many cushions that were strewn across the sofa.

“That is what I am doing," snickered the unicorn, basking in the strength of his position. A huge brute male, strong muscles flexing and ass wriggling while crying out as Julius' cock was stuffed deeper. It was far more delicious a moment that he had expected and he had expected it to taste divine. Behind him, Antioni reminded him of his presence, with a thrust of his own, working more of his cock inside the unicorn. Julius gave out a groan of pleasure noticing the minotaur was already deeper than the human had gone and with more shaft to come.

This time Julius did not wait for Ianoric to goad him again. Once he had his senses back he thrust again hard. Neighing with triumph as his medial ring was forced inside the orc, along with nearly three-quarters of his impressive length. With each inch that he pressed deeper the girth grew, and Ianoric's abused ring was stretched further. Behind him black hips gave another thrust and, black hands grasped his hips, possessively.

Julius gulped, to take and be taken at once. The mixture of sensation and emotions, dominance and subservience all blended together. He thrust again, delighting in the orcish grunts as he felt his huge leathery nuts smacking up against Ianoric's hairy ones. Then he cried out, and Antioni thrust hard, hilting inside him, stretching his insides with a strange mixture of pleasurable and painful sensations. It hurt and yet his body cried out for more, he wondered if the same burning desire and ache were filling ianoric.

Antioni pulled back first, the sudden relief of the stretching feeling easing, created a pleasant tingle inside him. Julius could not help but notice no sooner was the cock gone from inside him did his body cry out and beg for its return. Pulling back slowly he heard Ianoric groaning at those same sensations, while he pulled back until nothing but the tip remained. A black velvet muzzle pressed to his ear and whispered, “this time, give him your full length in one."

Taking a deep breath, Julius followed Antioni's instruction. Slamming forward hard, watching intently as his thick black length disappeared inside those quivering green buttocks. Ianoric's voice lifted up in a feral roar. While Julius could not contain the pleasurable feelings, his own voice neighing out just as loud. The powerful sensations swallowing him whole for a moment. He emerged from the flood of sensation a moment before the bull's length was thrust into him fully.

A second cry of pleasure escaped his lips, the burning sensation of his ring stretching far dwarfed by the wonderful sensation of being filled. Antioni's hips thudded into his and his nuts stung as two huge bovine plums smacked into them. He could feel Antioni's paws gripping him tighter, more possessively. This time he needed no instruction, drawing back in time with the bull and slamming forward hard and fast. Three voices lifted up in grunts and moans of feral bliss. “Fuck!" Ianoric groaned and then looked back. “Don't stop." The orc growled with surprising dominance for someone on at the bottom of two other males.

Panting, Julius wanted to acquiesce to the orc's order. Only he knew that he would not last long. A black muzzle pressed to his ear and moaned, “it's best to give an orc what he wants, as hard and rough as you can. I will… be more gentle."

“Don't!" Julius' own command startled none more than himself. Each thrust had been an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. However, the feelings of Antioni inside him were so warm and wonderful. Julius was not prepared for how strongly his body would crave the touch of another. Yet it was begging at him screaming for more. Despite the pain, he knew he wanted it. More so, he suspected that when he finally lay beneath Ianoric he might be grateful for some more vigorous preparations.

Sliding his paws up the orc's back he took a firm hold on those powerful shoulders. For a moment he just held still enjoying the feeling of such a powerful man prostate beneath him, subject to his will. Another deep growl came from Ianoric and it was all the challenge Julius needed, his hips slammed forward hard. This time there was no stopping, he pulled back a few inches and slammed in again. Ianoric roared in what Julius hoped was pleasure. Antioni announced his presence with a powerful thrust slamming hard into his hips and crushing his cock even deeper inside Ianoric. His ring stung from the rough entry, yet the pleasure filling him was far too much.

Logic gave way to lusts. Ancient and animalistic instincts dominated the unicorn's mind. Crying out, again and again, he pounded the orc's buttocks. With each thrust, the bull above him stuffed his ass full to bursting with bovine cock. Ianoric yelped and squirmed a little, making Julius snarl and grip tighter, pulling the orc back with all his might to meet his savage thrusts. His huge flare reaming the green hulks tight depths as he gave him everything he hand. His balls slapping away on Ianoric's ass.

While with each thrust Antioni's hips slammed into his, hilting savagely inside. Black arms closed around his chest and he felt teeth on his shoulder as the bull bit down firmly. He yelped and yet could not stop himself. The three writhed as one, bodies entwined and interlaced, rutting and thrusting with many voices crying out constantly in bliss.

His balls already beginning to tighten, Julius knew he would not last long. He did not care though, his mind was filled with one feral thought. To breed the mare beneath him. Snarling and grunting he threw his body over Ianoric's using his weight to force the orc down, his hips slamming harder and harder. Fucking down desperately and pressing the orc into the sofa. The sofa creaked under the strain of three large males breeding on top of it.

Antioni's hot breath and groans of delight were so close he heard every one, they echoed in his ears, driving him to more desperate lustful actions. Antioni's weight landed on his back and Ianorcic cried out as he bore the brunt. Julius thrust with the strength of two males. His thrusting getting ever more savage and feral until with a deep-throated neigh of pleasure he claimed the orc's ass. Rutting and fucking desperately, he fucked his cum just as deep into the green brute's ass as he could get.

While above him he heard Antioni's voice lifting up in a deeply satisfied bellow. The bull's savage and fast thrusts grew slower and more powerful, and with each thrust, Julius felt a warm tickle and knew that his lover was flooding his formerly tight ass with bovine spunk. Eventually, all three collapsed panting and moaning. A giant panting pile for fur, skin, sweat and cum.

After a few minutes, the weight above him released and then Julius cried out, as he felt the bovine's softening length pulling from his cum filled guts. Julius closed his eyes as he felt a trickle of spunk escaping his pucker and running down his taint to drip off his huge sac. Then he pulled back slowly.

Julius watched as his black cock popped free of that green ass. Followed shortly by a flood of white fluids, and he blushed to realise that was his handiwork. The unicorn wondered if his own ass looked the same. However, he did not have too long to wonder as Ianoric sprang to life. The orc pulled up to his feet and turned around. Julius gulped as he came eye to single-eyed-monster with a fully erect green shaft all ready and excited at the promise the equine had made.

Knowing what was expected Julius moved into the position Ianoric had just vacated. Only to be stopped by Ianoric saying, “not doing you like that. I want you on your back, legs spread so that I can enjoy the look in your eye when I stuff my cock into your tight royal ass."

Those words spoken any other time by any other person would have been followed by a challenge to trial by combat. Right there from the orc, all the Prince could do was roll over on the sofa, and spread his legs as wide as the sofa would allow. The unicorn's cock had been disappearing, yet the command made his cock swell with desire. He flushed as he saw Ianoric's grin and knew that the orc had spotted his reaction. Somehow Ianoric knowing how much he wanted what was going to happen, made it much worse and at the same time a thousand times better.

No sooner was he on his back that the orc moved. Strong green hands grabbing his thighs and lifting up the unicorn's thick legs. They were laid either side of the orc's bearded head. While Ianoric was true to his words, his eyes were ever on Julius' face. The unicorn moaned nervously as he felt something touch his abused entrance.

Closing his eyes Julius prepared for the orc's assault. Only the general proved his mastery of tactics a moment later, “Markus, Antioni, I'm on edge. I will blow in his royal ass in very short order. Use your mouth, hands or anything you want, but make this pointy-headed horse cum before I do and I'll give you both ten gold crowns. I want to feel his highness cum around my cock."

Julius opened his mouth to protest, only instead a cry of pleasure escaped his lips as Ianoric thrust forward hard. A heartbeat later four hands were grasping his huge shaft. Antioni's mouth was at his flare, Markus' face was buried in his huge nuts. While four slick hands caressed every inch of his shaft. Ianoric showed his prisoner no mercy, plundering the unicorn's stretched hole over and over, holding nothing back. Every ounce of green muscle was put to work on the task of driving the thick green meat deep into Juliu's trembling body. The orc's cock slammed into something new a strong wave of pleasure burst in Julius' mind and he screamed out again. Mouth's sucked and licked, while four hands stroked on his shaft.

Two men who had spent years learning how to pleasure others plied every minute of their vast experience on his nearly virginal body. He was no match. The pleasure built inside him so fast his head spun and he could do nothing but lay back and accept every delicious lustful sensation. His throat felt sore from crying out and his balls ached and yet tightened faster than ever before, he was brought to orgasm. Screaming out in pleasure as he gave Antioni a faceful of unicorn spunk. Several more blasts landing over the bull, human and unicorn.

Ianoric howled like a feral beast as he fucked desperately, his green cock reaming the unicorn's spasming and clenching depths desperately. While the orc emptied every last drop of cum into the squealing prince. Glancing up Julius found himself trapped by Ianoric's purple eyes, he could see nothing there but pure feral delight.

The orc's rutting slowed, until panting and gasping Ianoric pulled out. Julius' ears clearly hearing the sloppy pop as his ass let go of the cock inside it. He could feel cum trickling out of his ass in little rivers. His chest and face were coated in sweat and cum.

“The best part about fucking in a Jarkata," Ianoric muttered between panted breaths. “You can wash off in the hot springs afterwards."

A deep laugh escaped Julius' lips and he replied jokingly, “based on the one visit, I would judge the hot springs to be the least part of this experience."

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