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I closed my eyes for a second. One second. Of relief, rumination, consideration. Only one, yet here were my advisors already running at me with huffy breaths and concerned voices.

“Is everything okay?”, “Is there a problem with our plan of action?”, “Is this too quick for our army?”

The flurry of questions… I could endure it if I were given time. But not now, not at that moment, not when my thoughts escaped me, and I tried to collect myself.

“Give him some air. You’re all rushing our Liege. Let him be,” finally spoke a voice, higher and louder than the others. One I recognized as I sighed. Around me, the advisors ceased, and I heard their careful steps, the dance of chairs, and the posteriors put down. Then, I opened my eyes to face my council.

Amidst us was the map of the Kingdom, my Kingdom. It spanned from the far east, bordering the land’s Heaven Stairs, to the west, to the Anean Sea. Its width, far-reaching, and its power was my doing. I had conquered, destroyed, and ordered soldiers to kill in my name. But something had changed.

“So? What will it be?” prodded lord Nohlon, a big aristocrat whose scales had the hue of copper, the horns of oiled ivory. Even during the council, he kept stuffing his muzzle as if his vestigial wings, crushed by his fat, weren’t a thorough caution.

“Barbarians are pushing the northern frontier! We cannot let Snowstone fall! We must send a battalion there.” shouted lord Suino, a long and lanky Dragon whose white scales indicated his origin, the north. Still a belligerent man eager to put his fist on the table.

“Which battalion? We’re at war. Snowstone is a little town; we can afford to lose it. We cannot afford to lose our Iron mines near Julra or our southern ports. You know it, Suino! We’re spread too thin to protect your town. But it’s a loss we should accept.”

Again, the shouting match started as each Lord had their opinions. Suino had an interest in the town he developed in the last few years, angling on the marble within the quarries nearby. However, marble didn’t win the war. And that, Suino wasn’t eager to accept. Neither were any other Lord willing to step back when it came to protect their gains.

As for me? Again, I massaged my temple as I saw the meals bounce across the table, the pointed fingers, and the spit flying. Alas, I watched it all… And as I looked across, I saw the same expression I sported: boredom and frustration.

“ENOUGH!”

My voice was loud and carried my frustration, stopping the cries my fellow Dragons had been so willful to exchange. They halted, froze, and stopped. They all looked at me with wide eyes.

“ENOUGH!” I repeated, my voice sounding hoarse until I reached for my throat and massaged it for a second. “Enough of those petty fights. Get out! Everyone. Return to your villas. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow—not here, not in my palace, nowhere.”

They looked at me as if I were going crazy. Maybe I was, but at the same time, they were driving crazy from their petty squabbles.

I saw Suino, about to open his mouth, and I instantly glared at him until his mouth shut. Then… They bowed. They bowed and exited the room one by one, though I could discern the distinct whispers they exchanged. Whether it was a critique of my attitude, worries, or merely political exchanges, I gave those no heed, instead waiting until all had gotten out—but one.

Finally, steps. I closed my eyes again, resting against the chair while I tried to think or… Concentrate. My thoughts were escaping me at that time; many were afraid I would become like my father and grandfather, plagued with folly that ran in our blood.

Then, firm, scaled hands pressed on my shoulders, both at the same time. Potent, black-scaled, but weary hands pressed on my shoulders. Those digits reached for the knots within the muscles, the thumb circling the throbbing pain amidst them. I sighed and relaxed, feeling the warmth pouring from those palms while I tried not to look and instead enjoy the massage.

Expert hands, talented hands, Alereon possessed. He was a brute by any means, even in politics, where he presented himself as mainly silent but prone to brutal actions within our council, especially during times of war.

A man of few words, that was how he presented himself. But not to me.

“How does my King feel? Tired?” he asked, his voice soft while I enjoyed his fingers digging into my red scales, soothing them.

“Tired of their squabbles. They’re unable to adhere to one idea. They’re fighting… But when I’m showing signs of weakness, they… Flock me. Like pets. They are.. Scavengers!” I growled, my voice peppered by halt whenever I had to find and articulate my thoughts.

“An astute observation. They are here for their personal gains. As long as their gains coincide with your interests, they accept everything. But should they oppose yours, the council-“

“Breaks apart… Hmm, hmm,” I nodded, passing an index over my eyelids. So foggy were my thoughts, plagued by restless nights, worrisome thoughts, and the consideration I could go… Wrong.

“Again, you are the expert in that domain. But I know something that will improve your mood,” Alereon said with a soft voice, his warm breath by my sprouting ears and my brown hair, cut short.

“Is this true? You have them ready?” I asked, perking up at the thought. My ears flopped while I straightened my back, extirpating from Alereon’s grasp.

“Of course, my King. They’ve been prepared in my domain and sent for you. Anything to ease your thoughts and worries. Anything for your pleasure.”

Alereon’s words were honeyed. But sweeter was the promise he made as I jumped off my seat, nonchalantly arranging the bulge I sported in my pants.

“Let’s inspect them!” I chirped, my tail wagging behind me from an irrepressible excitation. One met with a gentle smile from Alereon, his red eyes half-closing with that genuine expression: “As you wish. Follow me. I prepared them near the East Wing, nobody will notice.”

Almost giddy, almost refreshed, I stretched my back and wings, flapping the latter, while I followed my advisors as we walked the palace’s corridors. The East Wing was a remnant from my grandfather’s time. It should have been renovated and remade, but wars and conflicts had delayed it until it was a mere husk, unused.

Servants were never allowed in it unless deemed necessary, which made it perfect as I followed Alereon through a hidden passage. With our vision, even the darkness of such a corridor was no issue… As I advanced, my eyes wandered… My snout caught a waft of warm air, followed by… yes, that strong musky scent, reminiscing of sweat, straw, and wet fur.

I moaned, my eyes half-closed while we descended a flight of stairs, towards the Wing’s stables, integrated within the building itself: “How many are they? Three?”

Alereon didn’t turn, but I heard his smirk and saw him shake his head.

“My king, you’ve become quite the connoisseur for distinguishing the smells. But there are four. The finest studs from my domain. You shall find them quite delectable,” he added.

A promise that wasn’t wrong when we landed in the stable, and the scent was the strongest. My muzzle up, my nostrils filled with air while my advisor went away and opened a few windows so air and light could enter the former Royal stable. Massive and enchanted, the place was made to house the regal steeds with little to no effort, thanks to the self-cleaning stables and floor. A pristine place with marble floor, ceiling, and pillars. There were even busts sculpted in the stone as I advanced towards one stable… And was instantly welcomed by a curious face.

Black eyes, gray fur, a white spot around the mouth, slightly protruding brows, and long ears pointing up and forward—the donkey looked at me with a certain curiosity, while I had nothing but desires. I stroked that beast’s muzzle and allowed it to smell my scent until it brayed. It seemed that one was tempted as much as I was.

“Already making friends with your new guests?”

Alereon’s voice appeared before me… As much as his hands were over his shoulders, he went back to massaging me, warming me, and easing me.

“Yes. That one seems eager.”

“Oh yes, Lestro. He has sired many. He is good-natured around females and geldings, as well as inferior males. He is a good fit for you, my King,” he said as his fingers were from my shoulders to my cape, which he undid with a flick… To my shirt, he unbuttoned with admirable dexterity.

“Do you think? What about the others?”

“Do not worry, my King. I can let you enjoy their presence for the whole week if you desire it. I’ll have to step up and govern in your stead, but I’m sure you can entrust your favorite advisor with the power to administer the council,” said Alereon with a smile. He leaned, breathing right by my ear while his fingers danced over my chest.

“I… You know it’s bad for politics if I’m absent. I must present myself to the council on every occasion, even sick.”

“And miss out on those studs? Do you remember the wonderful taste you’ve been craving in the last few days? Plus… You could miss out on the surprise if you’re away.”

“What surprise?”

My eyes looked up at him, my horns almost hitting Alereon, while his hands were on my belt.

“Well. You do remember our talk about how it is only natural for Red Dragons to turn their appetite towards untold pleasures,” commented Alereon, his nimble fingers undoing the buckle before he threw it away. He was calm, so calm. Whereas I… I was a mess, stripped by that soldier’s strong fingers and hands I couldn’t resist. He toyed with me, his fingers brushing over my abdominal muscles, my torso… And yes, my groin. Before he deliberately grabbed it and squeezed my covered erection.

I moaned but nodded, feeling the damp underwear press against my cockhead, stealing whimpers from me. Weak… Weak whimpers.

“Yes-. Yes Alereon. I remember it. Wh-why?”

“And you remember about the rumors I’ve heard of your husband's dissatisfaction since you cannot… please him,” he continued, his thumb pressing against my cock… And overshadowing it. Black dragons were much bigger than red Dragons. He was bigger than me in everything, but he didn’t have to say it. I knew it; I felt it. I sensed it when his hand was too much for my cock.

“Yes. And… You should warn me if he cheats on me… With another lord,” I moaned, both afraid and excited at the thought. If… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened.

“Oh, your husband won’t cheat with another Dragon. Like you, his eyes are set on the true studs within that room. With… Won’t you… Give it a taste?”

I moaned as he gave my cock another squeeze before his claws dug into the fabric and ripped it away. I heard the shred and nearly jumped when I felt the cold winter breeze against my red and hard cock. I trembled, precum dripping over my length, barely reaching the five inches.

But I shivered some more when my advisor reached out and invited me to approach. Guiding me, he helped my trembling fingers in holding the Donkey’s head. He pushed my weak muzzle against the Donkey’s snout. He even reached for my jaw to open it before… Yes, the beast’s tongue plunged into my mouth.

I gargled, I sighed, and I mumbled in silence. It was… Wondrous. I missed those wide and powerful tongues forcing themselves in my throat, nearly choking it. But as the Donkey’s saliva dripped in my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down like a properly mounted slut… I sensed something different. An aroma of elderberries, something I knew my husband was fond of to the point he always wore their scent around him and in his breath.

I wasn’t the only one who had given in to this depravity.

I moaned internally, silencing a loud gargle while the Donkey’s tongue pushed within and bulged. But it wasn’t the only thing that had pressed there. No… I also had Alereon’s fingers slipping beneath my tail, between my cheeks, and right against my asshole. It wasn’t a difficult probing when his index slipped within the crack, against the hole, and forced within. I… Had trained. Through Alereon’s insistence, my evenings had been spent stretching and keeping my hole well-used while out of my Husband’s eyes. For days, my sole comfort was my strokes against my tenderly abused prostate until the thought of having something up there stole whimpers and moans from me.

Like at that instant. Like when Alereon’s index and big fingers danced around my sensitive prostate. So sensitive, even a mere exhalation on it could have sent me through the stars.

My eyes rolled in their sockets, the outside light blinding me; so bright. Even the… Even watching the ceiling seemed to be an impossible task for my mind. Everything was so much, so good…. Only a mere touch, a mere poke, and I was already seeing stars, already feeling my balls churn, my prostate clench, my cock burn with an intense and fiery desire. I… Was lost in my friend’s hands, but I couldn’t escape them. He held on to me and kept me from stumbling and falling. Moreover, letting go of that Donkey whose mouth remained relentless.

“You could remain here all day, my King. I would do everything to ensure your pleasure. Your appetite for true men shall be satisfied,” said Alereon with such honeyed words. His attitude was so kind and generous. He even reached for my soft and overly-sensitive cock. Already had blood started to flush from my tiny cock. Yet, with two fingers, he pinched the cockhead. Like a pinch, he held on to it while he squeezed it, marring the dripping cum all over my five inches. And… Finally, he released his grip on my jaw head and allowed me to breathe. But I was still choking, or felt like it. Something was amiss; something I yearned for was absent. I looked around, afraid and relentless. I gasped, feeling air rush to my lungs, but no relief.

My bloodshot eyes wandered left and right while my advisor kept me close to him and made me feel his powerful body against my back—so powerful, so potent, so soothing.

“Shhh,” he started, stroking my chin to ease off my fear. “I know what you need, my King. Ease… ease. That donkey will provide just like you need it. He has the tools you lack.”

His words, I remember them. They were so kind, so genial, so… Perfect. They washed away the fear and horror that had suddenly plagued my mind. I felt better. So much better and pliable while Alereon opened the door for me and ushered me inside. His hands had left my softening cocklet as well as my ass.

But his caresses were all over my scales as he guided me on my knees, leading one leg after the other without a hint of frustration. My mind…

“Shhh. Nobody will see it. And you need it, my King. It's your favorite treat in the Kingdom, the best thing all red Dragons should taste. The reward you deserve. Your future and for all your kind. See. It’s here for you. Your love.”

He said that while I had his fingers over my nape. They forced on my neck and had me look left and right, then focus on what was ahead. Flared but flat. Drippy with fluids covering it all. Clean but bearing a pungent bestial scent. Massive but perfect for a worthless whore like me.

My cocklet sprung to life anew, after the pathetic and premature ejaculation. But I ignored it as I was led, guided… And I willingly latched on that cocktip. I didn’t open my jaw entirely. Instead, I maintained my lips half-open as I sucked around the urethra. I formed an air-tight suction around the orifice while swallowing the heap of salty and chunky precum the Donkey offered me. I drank, suckled, and nursed on it while feeling Alereon’s hands stroke my neck… And my back. He traced circles with his palm. He soothed and helped me while I gargled and swallowed the liquid given to me.

“Here. Here. It’s all for you. Don’t you feel better? Here. Open up, my King. There’s nothing worth in your kingdom but Donkey cocks.” he muttered with a gentle compassion. Yes. I deserved nothing but Donkey cocks. My tiny genitals couldn’t compare.

I sensed tears streaming down my cheeks while I opened my mouth. My face and jaw started to hurt as my muscles had to stretch further than before. But it was better; it felt better. I heard a snap, and my eyes opened wider until I had Alereon tell me it was all right. It happened.

My worries snuffed… I forced the first inch within. Its taste was indeed salty and pungent, but I appreciated it for what it was. It was chunky, but each gulp stopped the hunger that had plagued my stomach even after hours of gorging myself on a banquet.

It was warm, but so was the sensation in my groin and ass.

It was… Salty, but its flavor was beyond anything I had sampled during my life as a royalty.

It was simple. Good, better than anything.

“Have your fill, my King. I must attend another meeting,” whispered Alereon to my ears, making them perk up before he pinched one. “But I’ll watch over you. Ensure no one else will stop you from enjoying this moment. I’m your best advisor, right?”

I nodded. Or attempted to without leaving a dent through the Donkey’s massive penis. But I wagged my tail, making him understand my feelings. He helped me embrace the moment and would even sacrifice his time to please a degenerate like me. And he did so willfully.

“Good. But if you overeat, you’ll be sick. And you won’t be able to attend the council.”

Those parting words remained even after I heard his boots stomp off and the stable doors close behind him. They were, along with the world outside, a footnote. Against the sonority and the intensity of the Donkey’s heartbeat against my throat. I sensed it as much as mine… Shared it in the moment.

I shared it as each throb followed the precum and cum pouring into my stomach, causing me to ease my thin breath. Somehow, I felt pride as I wasn’t choking as much as in my first days when Alereon had to help me and use his magic to control my gag reflex. Those days, I could take a few inches inside without any pain. In fact, that day, I was bold. Four inches… I guessed I had taken more or less that length, which had been my limit so far.

But an urge, a follow, a desire pushed me to… Advance my throat.

I closed my eyes while I outstretched my neck and… Advanced it. Another inch slipped within, throbbed by my excited and swirling tongue, before said inch propelled the tip further down… Further into my bulging throat. Breathing got arduous but bearable. And even if the Donkey brayed above, I kept forcing more. More precum, more flesh, more of that wondrous cock until my nostrils brushed the Donkey’s underbelly and my chin nearly hit those low-hanging balls.

I forced myself until the scales and fur touched until nothing but a trickle of air kept me awake and cognizant. A little more, and I would have been choking, yet I was willing to give it up for that stud.

Yet… I pulled back. My lips closed and suckled, keeping that air-tight suction around the length as it was pulled out… And inside remained the precum, the sweat, the grime covering that cock. I quenched my thirst and hunger with those fluids while my eyes rolled in their orbits and my sigh blurred. Then, on the instant the cocktip was to depart, the moment I had managed to gulp everything down… I plunged my head against the Donkey’s private. A low gargle escaped me, but I endured… And played.

Like a pervert, my hands moved with their own volition. My posture was steady, hence I could use them both. On one side, I held onto my small cock. A mere figment I held between two fingers and stroked, using my former ejaculation as a lubricant.

The other side? I had my digits plunge deep within my stretched and ruined asshole, my index vainly wagging to reach for the prostate that eluded me in that posture.

“Here they are. I told you, more hung than your pathetic husband.”

My eyes flickered at the voice, mockery, and familiarity. It was Alereon’s voice, clearly. Yet, too focused I was, I had my throat impaled on that cock to care… Whoever it was, they were too far, and even if the Donkey above me brayed, I would remain hidden. Alereon had promised it to me.

“Perfect. I have always… Wanted to do more. But my guards are always so…”

“Dull and eager to tell on you? Yes. That’s what you get when recruiting commoners. They’ll attempt to betray you. But those? Well. They won’t tell a soul, I promise.”

The other voice… I recognized it, and my ears stood up from fear and a sudden rush of adrenaline. It was Ari, my husband. I could recognize him among thousands. I… I trembled, and my movements slowed, albeit not the flow that stretched my guts and filled them. I pulled away, my mouth already ajar.

“And they’re enduring? More than him?”

Silence. I stopped my move, daring not to reveal my presence with a gargle. Then… There was a laugh; both laughed their asses off.

“Hah! Good joke! You’re always so witty, consort Ari. Let’s get you ready. They’re perfect for your size. And they will last more than thirty seconds!”

As they exchanged and laughed, I kept pulling until the flared tip tugged my jaw, and then… Popped free with a flow of cum and saliva mixed. My jaw was sore and hurting, and the articulation had popped out of their sockets… So far I had to hold my jaw up. There was no way I could speak, and so remained silent as I crawled from the Donkey’s underbelly, my own belly swollen to a fault, and approached the gate. I dared not stand up. Instead, I slowly raised to my feet and… Tried to watch, half-way squatting.

“Hrmph. He’s so girthy. I’m sure he’ll ruin my hole. My husband won’t be able to feel anything after that stud.”

“Could he feel anything with… That?”

Again, I heard them laugh at my expense and watched my Husband kneeling by a beast, by a Donkey. With his hand on the beast’s dick, he happily stroked it while biting at his red finger, curious and excited, his tail wagging.

“I… I’ll take it. When can I-“

“Why not now?” offered Alereon, much like the hand he used to help Ari stand up… Before he held onto that plushy ass pants could barely contain. But as he did so and forced Ari to turn away from me, I saw his smile and wink addressed at me. And me… I was so red-faced and ashamed I didn’t move.

Not even when his hands forced the pants down. When those same hands spread those asscheeks. Not when those fingers were hungrily planting themselves within Ari’s rosy asshole and stretching it. Wide… Wider. So wide he could take a fist up inside. Never had he been so stretched before, not by me.

“Huhu. You’re a pervert, advisor Alereon,” chuckled my Husband, without any resistance from the four fingers rummaging in his ass.

“I’m a man of culture. And you’ll be one, too, once you’ll taste a Donkey’s cock.”

Stunned as I was, I didn’t bother to move or utter a thing while Alereon guided my husband while fingering him. But from afar, even through the braying, I heard the squelching from Ari’s hole being stretched. I gasped. For air, in surprise, but none seemed to have heard me as they were whispering to themselves.

Then… With a firm hand, Alereon grabbed the donkey’s reins and brought the beast out. A prime stud, as he said, one whose erection already weighed heavily between its legs; following a downward drop until the cocktip nearly reached the ground. One tip my Husband touched and stroked.

“So… Much bigger than my pathetic husband. He keeps adjusting his pants but we never see what’s inside.”

“I know. He’s a failed male wanting to look better. But here. That’s a real King-sized cock for you. I mean, you won’t find that everywhere among the red dragons,” scoffed Alereon while he turned at me, gratifying me with another smile while he stroked my Husband’s back, guiding him to lean, bend… And then go on all fours.

“Hrmph… And that scent?”

“Yes. Veritable Donkey musk. It’s something else. Every red dragon loves it and… Oh well, you should try it out.”

“I should?”

“I know you’ve been itching for it. That’s how you all are,” started Alereon before he whispered to my Husband’s ears. I didn’t hear the rest, but I surely noted the wagging tail and the tension within my love’s muscles. As well as his excitation as he was carefully guided under the Donkey’s belly.

“I can?” asked Ari, almost surprised.

“Why not? It’s not like you could try it with our King. He’s probably sterile, too. How long have you tried it out?”

“Not long. He’s always spent once I finish him with my hands.”

I… Didn’t utter a thing. I was listening to Alereon’s mocking and perverse remarks, addressed to me and my Husband, to the Red Dragonkind. But I didn’t have it in me to fight those allegations. Worse, I… Felt excited at the mention. I sensed the burn renewing and blazing through my groin. I dropped a hand and had my cock firmly held and hard, dripping with fluids with such an intensity I couldn’t ignore it.

I didn’t. My hand moved, my thumb pressing and hooking the foreskin as I pulled everything down. I pulled on the foreskin, uncovering the glimmering and drippy cockhead, its wide urethra, then… Up.

There went my slow and steady masturbation, keeping it quiet so my Husband wouldn’t notice me as I heard him pant and watch with anticipation while Alereon stepped away for a minute, only to come back with a bottle of liquid he smeared all over his hands.

“Even if you’re all eager sluts, you must be prepared. We don’t want you to die on us. There are already so few worthy Red dragons,” stated Alereon with a spit and scorn I didn’t recognize in him as his hands danced over my Husband’s ass. I sensed a pang of guilt then, at the sight. Something when I recognized it: I had no sway over Ari. He didn’t belong to me. And I felt nothing when another man groped him, fingered him, nighly fisted him. Or… If something were to stir, it was excitation. A pulsion of lust I couldn’t crush down as I bit my fingers to silence my moans and attempt not to give away my presence.

But it was so hard. I was so hard; precum kept dropping.

“Wor-thy Red Dragons?” asked Ari for me, though his panting voice gave away his desire when the Donkey’s cock was aligned with his ass by Alereon. An Alereon who even got into him to walk around gave me the full view of my Husband’s body, on all fours under the Donkey.

“Oh yes. A Red Dragon whose genes are worth sowing. Typically someone whose genitals are… Bigger than my little finger.” said Alereon with an almost surgical tone. Cutting through my sympathy and the friendship I had with him. He thought so poorly of us and wasn’t afraid to tell it. Even as my husband’s ass was aligned and… Here brayed the Donkey.

Here cried the Dragon when that fat cocktip seemed to disappear, eliciting a deep cry from Ari. I should have moved, maybe jumped from my hiding spot. But no, my hands were all dedicated to my genitals.

I had one firmly holding onto my testicles, giving them a firm squeeze and testing them. They were heavy, full of fluids, always so full. They were hot… They were worthy. Weren’t they?

I thought of this while I kept stroking my tiny cock, huffing the air charged with Ari’s elderberries perfume and the beast. The latter slowly overpowered the latter.

And impotent I was, I inhaled some more. I closed my eyes to the sight as I instead imagined it as if I was that Red Dragon slut.

I felt. I saw. I imagined Ari’s rim being outstretched thin by the wide cockhead. I sensed the pulse going through the quivering asshole as it couldn’t resist. I trembled, like sick, when that cockhead hit the tender prostate. I drooled when I had that weight pressed against my back.

I… continued to stroke myself, though the precum poured more and more… And my groin burned like a fiery inferno.

“AH! SLOWER!” cried Ari, his voice so high I was almost surprised. He wasn’t experienced with such penetration?

“No. That’s how a true stud fucks, Ari’. Do you feel them? Those testicles hitting your ass? Spanking it? That mighty cock ruining your ass?”

“YES! That’s! That’s! So! Much!”

I imagined them too well, feeling their burn against the cheeks until sitting was an absurdly difficult task.

“Do you feel them churn with cum? With a stud’s semen? Better than your King?”

“YES! He’s! So much bigger! HIS COCK! AH! That’s a stud! Not like him!”

I bit my lips at the affirmation. My testicles were…

But I didn’t say anything as Alereon’s remarks kept hitting me, and my groin answered with excitation and lust. What King would be so willing to let himself be degraded and yet masturbated to it?

My eyes slightly watered to the remark but I kept on… I kept on.

“THAT’S IT! Bear those foals, Ari’! That’s the only thing your king is good at! Red Dragons are only good to be fucked, bred, and cucked!”

“YES! YES! YES! BREED ME!”

He wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t wrong but what could I say?

When my hands burned? When my cock burned? When my cheeks burned and…. I gasped. I had forgotten about my growing desperation and lust, but for a second. And a gasp escaped me as much as the white spurt hitting the door behind which I hid. Three jets, nothing more. Three jets hit the wooden surface, and my eyes were veiled.

But in a desperate attempt, I looked up. I had my head poking through and…. I saw Ari still on all fours, his expression hidden. But I saw the cum puddle beneath him as much as that fat belly. Yet, the Donkey kept riding him while I saw Alereon behind, smiling at me and urging me to stay silent with a single gesture.

“Ye-Yes! We must be bred! We must… AH! HE’S GOOD!”

“What about your husband? How does he compare? He is a worthless king, right? A pitiful lover? Don’t you believe so, Ari’?”

“I DON’T WANT HIS TINY DICK ANYMORE!” shrilled Ari, my erection hardening again despite the recent ejaculation. “I DON’T WANT EGGS! I ONLY NEED DONKEYS! I WANT THOSE FOALS!”

“Wouldn’t it be better if they outbred you? Right?”

“YES! ANY! ANYTHING FOR THEM! I’LL BE THEIRS!”

“You could be theirs. If you help me become King. Let’s replace your husband… He’s the last of his family… Our Kingdom needs fresh blood. Like me.”

I dropped, my face red. Here I was, cucked by a beast who seemed to have given my husband such a pleasure I couldn’t. But I… Couldn’t say a thing, couldn’t fight back. And… As I felt the Donkey’s warm breath upon my back… There returned my hands over my cocklet. To milk it dry… And spill that seed on the ground. Again. And again, as I heard my Husband’s pleas for more. I listened to my advisor mocking me. And my pride crushed by Ari’s words.

“YES! ANY-THING! BUT HIM!”