Prince Finnigan knew there would be some repercussions to sneaking out of the annual diplomatic dinner that his father had organised, but he hadn't quite guessed the severity of the situation until his father had caught him wandering the halls late at night, having successfully managed to sneak Etis back into the party unawares. Finn didn't know how angry his father would be until he laid eyes upon the king's furious expression and his trembling, barely restrained hands.

Finn couldn't be punished too severely. There was a fine line that his father, King Harold Dominus Ayers the 4th, had to toe when it came to punishing his son. Restricting him to his own quarters was more or a hindrance than a help: Finn spent most of his time there out of duty hours, and he couldn't teach his son the ways of the kingdom from there. Forcing the boy to be close by for several weeks would be both exhausting and infuriating after a while. Taking away his possessions wouldn't help, for whilst Finn was a little 'bratty' as far as royalty went, he wasn't a materialistic boy. Revoking his access to his usual personal servants, of whom Finn was friends with, was also out of the question-- though some might have said King Harold ruled with an iron fist, he actually a soft heart, and he deemed in unfair on the servants to punish them for his son's reckless behaviour. Instead, he opted for the only thing he could do: restrict access to what he considered to be the cause of Finn's rebellious streak that evening-- Solomon's young apprentice.

Etis was a mage like his master, and so King Harold had little to no authority over what the fox boy did-- he could still punish Finn for being in his presence however, and he hoped that a couple of weeks of this peculiar order of restraint might help Finn to mature. Of course, he didn't quite know the mind of his son as much as he would like to-- whilst Harold was convinced his ruling would prove beneficial, it was liable to have the opposite effect.

Holed up in his room and away from prying eyes, Finn did the only thing he could think to do whenever he had alone time now: sulk. Sure, he had plenty to enjoy-- his servant, for one, was around a great deal and the young prince enjoyed their solitary privacy on occasion, but his father's punishment and restriction from his new friend had left a sour taste in the pup's mouth. Anyone else would have swept it under the rug and gotten on with their life, but Finn was both bratty and the type to hold a grudge. Against his better judgement and all logic, he couldn't help but be in a bad mood about it. He just wanted to see him, after all.

"Can I get you anything, sire?" Jaxon asked anxiously, staring over at the boy who sat on the floor with his knees curled up to his chest. Finn grunted and shook his head and the adult servant sighed, crossing the room to ruffle his head.

"There there, sire. I'm sure that, once the King has calmed down, he might review the situation. Try to be in better spirits, hm?" Jaxon wasn't all that good at cheering up Finn when he needed to be, and the same was sadly the same for the situation before him. The man's optimism and gentle coaxing fell on metaphorically deaf ears as Finn continued to stare sullenly out the tall window, brow knitted in a furious, childish annoyance. He had been like this for the past couple of days, ever since his father had forbade him from seeing Etis. The young prince hadn't even bothered to put on any clothes, though he didn't shy away from the blanket that Jaxon had draped over him a couple of hours ago.

"Perhaps some...entertainment might lighten your mood?" Jaxon didn't want to say that his lewd escapades with the prince had a lasting effect effect on him, but he knew that those sorts of things could cheer the boy up. Even if it meant degrading his own dignity, Jaxon was willing to bow himself appropriately.

"I'm not in the mood." Finn grumbled, and Jaxon knew he'd exhausted more or less all avenues by now. He had attempted for most of the day before, but the remnants of a barely eaten breakfast on the edge of the bed was indicative of how far Finn was willing to go to make things difficult. With a sigh, Jaxon scooped up the place and glanced back down at Finn again.

"I'm going to go and get this cleaned up. I'll be back, okay?" He reached down and ran his hand through Finn's luxurious fur and feathers, and the boy grunted in response. The man's eyes softened with a certain degree of empathy for a moment, before he made his way around the side of the bed and left.

The room grew silent once more and Finn let out a long and audible sigh, staring down at the cold courtyard below that he could see from his window. He watched as the tiny outline of his father, dressed in ceremonial garb, cross the length of the courtyard on horseback and towards the main path that lead through the city. Finn hadn't paid much attention to his father's teachings these past couple of weeks, but he remembered vaguely that his father said he'd be going to the barracks on the edge of town to survey the defensive battlements in person today. There was a clearly visible escort with him, both as infantry and on horseback as well. He'd be gone for some time, but would probably return before supper, if Finn had to guess.

Not that it mattered anyway-- even if he wanted to disobey his father and go looking for Etis, he was fairly certain that the fox would have left by now with Solomon. That colourful bird never stayed at the castle long when he was here and there was no doubt in the pup's mind that Solomon took his apprentice with him. Another final sigh escaped Finn's throat as he shuffled himself a little closer to the wall and pressed himself against it, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the cold stone.

"Psst."

He wasn't sure what it was, but it probably didn't matter. Something must have fallen over or something outside made that noise. The prince remained dutifully quiet.

"Pssst. Finnigan. Finn. Prince."

He was sure at that point that he wasn't imagining it-- a noise, no matter how delicate, couldn't be precise enough to say his name in all manner of ways. He twisted his ear and realised it was coming from behind him. He shuffled in his little seat and scooted himself around to find that he was staring at a fairly uninspiring wall, one that he new didn't particularly adjoin anything-- his room sat at the far end of the wing. To the right of said wall was his bed and end table, and he was fairly certain no-one was hiding under where he slept. His brow furrowed in confusion.

Then, before his very eyes, a hand outstretched from the wall, emerging from it like it was made of water. Its fur was pristine and white and its fingers were outstretched in Finn's direction. The prince should have been terrified, but instead he found himself curious. He slowly reached out his hand in kind and their fingers connected together. The touch was real, or at least Finn assumed it to be. Their fingers interlocked and the hand pulled back, dragging Finn with him.

"W-Wait--" The prince began, begin tugged towards the wall. He expected himself to squash against it, but a yelp escaped his throat when the wall shimmered and melded around him as he fell through. He tumbled forwards and his weight was pushed against something soft, keeping him aloft. Beneath his face and hands, he felt a fast, beating heart. He heaved himself back into an upright position as the blanket fell from him, and his eyes laid upon someone he never expected to see: Pderto, and by extension Etis.

"E...Etis." Finn beamed, smiling for the first time in a couple of days, and he couldn't resist wrapping his arms around the fox's neck and tugging him close, giving him a passionate hug. The apprentice magician chuckled awkwardly in response and slinked his arms around Finn's waist, patting his back. Finn felt the coarse roughness of cloth rubbing against his crotch and became acutely aware that he was naked-- not that it bothered him. Etis had seen it all before.

"Where are we? And how are you here?" Finn asked, pulling back and reaching out to ruffle Pderto's head, turning his attention to the wall behind him, which seemed as solid as it usually was. "I thought you and Solomon had left..."

"Solomon has, yes," Etis began, his eyes briefly running up and down Finn's princely frame, lingering perhaps a little too long on the cub's swaying flaccid member. "But I asked and he allowed me to stay behind. He's only going to the guild to pick up a few things anyway."

"I see...and this passage? I don't think I ever remember it being here..." Finn mumbled awkwardly. The interior of the passage was dark and cold-- were it not for the ball of light that Etis seemed to have summoned before he'd pulled Finn in here, the pup wouldn't have been able to identify his friend and their familiar.

"Your father had it built a couple of years ago in the event of an attack on the castle-- it leads directly down into the opposite wing, where Master Solomon's lab resides," Etis explained rather eloquently. "I was only told of it a couple of days ago, when Solomon informed me before he left..."

"Right...and you waited until my father left for his visit to the city walls to come through." Finn was beginning to understand the apprentice's plan, though it was becoming increasingly clear that Solomon had his own part to play. Though, Finn was fairly certain that Solomon had only shared the information so that he could secretly fantasise about the two of them together later-- the magus was perverted like that.

"Indeed. Anyway, come," Etis grasped Finn's hand with a grin. "We haven't long before your father returns, after all."

Another wide grin spread across the prince's face as he allowed himself, at least for now, to be pulled down into the passageway and deep into the walls of the castle. The path was fairly linear, but even as they would Finn couldn't quite get a bearing on where they were until the very end. Pderto had lead the way for them and, after some time, they reached a fairly thick wall that appeared to be a dead end. Finn assumed that it was yet another illusionary wall, and his hunch turned out to be true when the large warg padded his way through without hesitation. Etis soon followed, his hand still linked with Finn's own as he guided him through.

The naked prince stepped into what seemed to be a quiet and dark corner of the castle. They were in a hallway of sorts, their passage wedged between two oak doors with iron slats across them to keep them sturdy. Etis cast a brief glance at Finn and let go of his head, offering a reassuring smile. Finn cocked his eyebrow.

"You looked nervous." Etis explained his assurance, and Finn pouted in response.

"I don't get nervous. I'm a prince-- fear isn't in my blood." He pointedly remarked, and Etis couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the prince's words. The fox began to wander his way down the hall and Finn followed, his crotch bouncing with each subtle movement as Etis lead the way.

They reached the furthest end of the small hallway and Finn spotted three doors in particular: one sat directly in front of them, with the other two on the adjacent walls, each facing one-another. Etis reached for the door on the left and pushed it open, stepped inside with Pderto quickly following behind him. Finn soon followed suited and Etis closed the door behind them as Finn stepped into the centre of the room, mouth agape.

Though the room wasn't as regal as his own, it was adorned in all manner of tribal ornaments and comfortable furniture. Various hanging decorations that seemed to be made of a mixture of animal bones and stones hung from the cieling, somehow embedded in stone to keep them secured, and a number of shelves were lined with books and hollowed out skulls with wax inside. A dresser sat on the far left wall, the first draw open revealing an assortment of scraps of cloth-- loincloths and the like, from what Finn could assume, and the dresser's surface was lined with various bangles and amulets that all bore a tribal look of bone and rope. 

The thing that stood out the most was the large, circular bed that sat on the right hand corner, covered in thick fur blankets and pillows for a comfortable-looking sleep. Even from the distance that Finn stood, he could see a few tufts of fur here and there on the bed's surface, betraying the kind of company that Etis kept on his bed. With a flick of his wrist, Etis lit all the candles around the room, bathing the interior in an otherworldly glow of orange and purple. 

"How do you like it?" Etis asked, stepping across the room and sitting himself on the edge of the bed, sliding backwards to admire Finn's naked form as the prince circled around to take in the entirety of the room.

"It is...rather mesmerising. I didn't think anything like this could look so...rustic, yet beautiful." Finn murmured, reaching up to touch one of the hanging decorations. It swayed to and fro from his touch, settling back to its usual position after a while.

"I'm glad you like it," The fox smirked, sitting up a little. "So now that you're here, do you want to play a little game?"

"...What kind of game?" Finn was apprehensive, but he had a feeling he knew what the apprentice might be referring to. It was clear enough from the way Etis leisurely had his legs spread across the bed, his loincloth just barely concealing his most intimate parts that he was in the mood.

"Just a bet, of sorts," Etis suggested, coaxing a finger towards Pderto, who immediately trotted forwards and sat on his haunches beside the bed. "I bet that I can take Pderto in his entirety."

"Take, as in...?" Finn was confused for a moment, but it didn't take long for the connotations of what Etis was implying to dawn on his princely visage. "Oh. No, surely not. I've seen it, it's definitely too much."

"Are you sure about that?" Etis's eyes twinkled with a confident mischief and Finn was momentarily taken aback. The prince wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but Etis seemed all too brave.

"I'm...pretty sure." Finn retorted, and Etis grinned even wider.

"So you're saying I can't?"

"That's what a bet it, is it not?"

"Alright," Etis leant forwards, scooting himself towards the edge of the bed. "If I prove I can take it, up to the knot, then you have to do one thing I tell you to do...and if I can't, then I have to do one thing for you instead. Deal?"

Finn hesitated for a moment, once again perturbed by Etis's overconfidence. The prince's memory of that lewd night at the diplomatic dinner was all too vivid in his mind-- he remembered Pderto's cock, the way it swelled and pulsed, how far it reached up the Warg's body...the pup was quite sure Etis would struggle. Maybe the fox was calling his bluff, but...

"Fine, deal." Finn reached out and clasped the fox's hand in his own, effectively swearing down on their deal, however childish and lewd it was. Satisfied, Etis rose to his feet and patted the bed invitingly, glancing over at his familiar. On command, Pderto raises himself up and hops up onto the bed, stretching himself out as he lays across it on his side, head pressed up against the pillows. 

Etis didn't utter a word and went immediately to work, with the underdressed prince looking onwards. The young fox crawled up onto the bed and pressed the warmth of his hands against the Warg's plentiful sheath, which throbbed immediately under his touch. A huff escaped Pderto's lips, and even Etis seemed to let out a measured groan, no doubt because he felt the same trickle of pleasure as his familiar did. The fox's hands worked over the fat, plump sheath, dragging it back and forth as a hand danced down towards the ample sac, cupping the Warg's heavy, needy balls.

Etis bowed his head as Finn shifted to lean up against the wall, watching the two of them in action. The young apprentice pressed his muzzle to his familiar's sheath and nuzzled up and down, reaching towards the tip and dragging his tongue along the entrance, tugging the foreskin back to coax out the tapered tip of his Warg's ample member. It didn't take long for the familiar to harden, his cock pulsing to life under Etis's gentle touch, each lick and squeeze encouraging it to grow bigger and bigger. In barely a minute, the thick, turgid length had reached half-mast, and Pderto began to eagerly pant, cocking his leg up to expose his package some more. A needy spurt of pre-cum shot from the end of his canine member and arced over the bed, leaving a thin trail that dampened the sheets slightly.

Finn had to admit, it was arousing to watch. He didn't quite know why he found it so alluring, but he could feel the blood rushing to his little cock, which began to stiffen and swell at the sight of the Warg being so lovingly taken care of. The prince couldn't help but shift and sigh, briefly reaching down to idly stroke his member. Etis continued his assault, his hands tugging at the sheath until it slipped over the Warg's swelling knot as Pderto finally reached full mast, it's large member pulsing weakly, hanging to the side and almost touching the bed. Etis reached underneath to cup it and gave it a long and slow lick, from knot to tip, just to make the Warg whine and huff.

With a gesture, Etis commanded the Warg to roll over onto his back, arguably the most vulnerable position for a quadruped to take. Yet, Pderto obeyed him instantly, showing the sheer amount of trust the two had in one-another-- or maybe Pderto was simple that horny. Regardless, the Warg shuffled himself onto his back, his front paws curled towards his back and his hind legs raised up in the air, it's thick cock and plump nuts on display. Etis licked his lips at the sight and reached down to tug at a string around his loincloth, allowing it to slip from his body as he shuffled up the Warg's side and swung his leg over, straddling the monster's body. He shuffled his way back, deftly catching the Warg's cock with his behind and tucking himself under it so that the knotted member throbbed between his cheeks, forced to stand relatively upright the further that Etis shuffled himself back. The way that the fox effortlessly made his move on his familiar told Finn all he needed to know: he had been hustled-- Etis had done this before, probably multiple times. He should have known.

With nothing left to do but watch and idly toy with himself, Finn stared as Etis raised his behind up, reaching towards the tip of the warg's member with his hand, giving it a few quick, leisurely tugs. Pderto rocked his hips up instinctively as an eager spurt shot from the end of his cock and into Etis's hand. The fox used the liquid as lubricant, slipping his fingers in between his own cheeks to slick them up before sliding his hand down the veiny canine member, smearing the pre-cum around. Satisfied that he was ready, Etis pushed his hips down with a sight, the decently thick tapered end of the cock pushing against his hole and slipping inside.

A quivering groan escaped Etis's lips and an audible whine accompanied it from Pderto's own mouth as the fox sunk lower, his behind taking more and more of the cock as he went. Pderto wriggled, and Finn presumed he was eager to thrust but was restraining himself for Etis's sake. As the fox moved lower, he turned his head to smirk at Finn who stood by the wall, and the prince glared at the boy's smug expression. Finn knew he was going to lose the bet, and that infuriated him just a little-- if only because he had no idea what Etis had in store for him. The fox's eyes glanced down to Finn's obvious erection and the prince felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment at the way Etis smirked at the sight.

Etis soon passed halfway on his familiar's thick cock, before he stopped and sighed, raising himself up a little. He kneaded himself on the Warg's cock for a moment or so, grinding himself back and forth by a couple of inches either way, before he pushed his behind down again and took more of the length than before. Finn gawked as inch over inch was swallowed up by Etis's stretched behind, until eventually the fox's ring kissed with the Warg's pulsating knot. Pderto's tail wagged fervently and the fox rolled his head back, sighing contently before shooting Finn another sly grin.

"I win." He pointed out, wriggling his hips and swishing his tails mischievously. Pderto couldn't resist rocking his hips up a little, the warg letting out a noise that sounded something like 'aroo', much to Etis's amusement. An audible, slick noise filled the air and Finn glanced to Etis's behind, seeing an obvious trickle of pre-cum oozing down the Warg's knot.

"Yes, okay," Finn grumbled. "I can tell that you tricked me, you know."

"You agreed to it."

"Y-Yes, I did, but--"

"You're not going to back out, are you?" Etis teased, sticking out his tongue as Pderto continued to growl and rock his hips, making it clear how impatient he was. Finn pursed his muzzle and glared.

"No. I won't back out." The prince insisted, and Etis beamed at his sullen expression.

"Good," The boy giggled. "Because I think Pderto would love to have some fun with you. Wouldn't you?"

Etis turned his gaze to the Warg, who looked between the two of them. His eyes met with Finn's own and his tongue lolled from his mouth, tail wagging a little faster.

"He's excited to play with someone new," Etis translated, more or less. "So you'd better be ready."

The colour drained from Finn's face at the thought of having to take such a large cock, but Etis seemed to sense the prince's unease and offered him something of an encouraging, almost reassuring smile. Hesitantly, the prince approached the bed as Etis heaved himself upwards, lifting himself from the Warg's ample cock with a sickening, lewd sound. Finn found himself glancing to Pderto's thick member, its surface covered in a glistening film of pre-cum, ready and willing. Finn gulped nervously.

With an encouraging pat to the bed's surface, Etis ushered Finn up onto the sheets, where the prince shuffled onto all fours, attempting to figure out what would be the appropriate position to take. Before he could even change tactics, Pderto had already flung himself up onto all fours and began to stand over Finn's body-- the Warg didn't understand the pup's status, nor did he care: the thick pulsing of his cock was all he focused on. Finn felt the heat and the warmth of Pderto's cock sliding up against his back and he whimpered, ever so slightly.

"Go easy on him," Etis warned his familiar, before he got onto his knees by the side of the bed, in a position where Finn could see him. "Relax, okay? It's easier if you relax."

"R...Right." Finn nervously replied, sighing through his nose and trying to relax his body. Etis gestured loosely to his companion and Pderto shuffled backwards, his cock sliding along Finn's pristine white fur until the tapering end slipped down between his crack, the slicked up length smearing pre-cum between his cheeks as the Warg attempted to find the right spot. It took a moment or two for Etis to realise his familiar was having trouble, and the fox briefly disappeared from sight to lend a hand. Finn stared down at the push purple fabrics, his mind focused entirely on the feeling of something thick and hot rummaging between his ass cheeks. After a moment or two, it met with his taut ring. He felt something fairly slender yet still thick prodding against the entrance before it pushed its way forwards, stretching his ring beyond its natural limit as it slipped inside.

Finn would have let out a cry of discomfort, were it not for a sudden hand on his forehead that soothed the searing feeling that had initially spread throughout his rump. It soothed and subsided after just a few moments, leaving Finn with nothing but a strange feeling of his behind being stretched and the occasional tingle of peculiar pleasure. He could feel, but none of the pain he anticipated was there.

"What...did you do?" Finn breathlessly asked Etis, who appeared once more by his side, a grin plastered across his foxy face. Finn's breath briefly hitched in his throat as he felt the appendage inside him suddenly sink deeper, cramming a good couple of inches into him. It was accompanied by a warmth he hadn't quite expected, that spread across his stomach and made his skin tingle.

"Just a little basic spell to numb pain and discomfort. It should hopefully help a little bit..." Etis smirked, propping his head up with his hand, admiring the prince's expression. "You look quite cute when you're flustered."

"Mind who you're speaking to." Finn warned, yet he found himself feeling rather bashful at the compliment, and a smile spread across his face before he knew it. Suddenly, a stab of pleasure shot up his spine and he tensed, a quiet groan escaping his lips as his cock throbbed and his insides squeezed all at once. An audible huff sounded from above him, and the thick member that sat in his behind tugged back, before pushing again. That same stab of pleasure shot through the prince once more, making him groan with a little more intensity. He'd never experienced such delight before.

It became quite clear to Finn that he wasn't entirely in control of the situation, for the Warg began to push a little deeper than he perhaps would have liked: a couple of inches became a few, and then a handful, until the thick warmth of something fat and throbbing touched with his behind and spread a sticky substance across his inner cheeks, an audible lewd sound reverberating around the stony chamber. 

"Wait, did he...?" Finn began awkwardly, and he felt the Warg above him pull back, its front paws padding excitedly against the bed covers. Etis grinned and patted the prince's head encouragingly.

"Yep," The fox apprentice replied, tails swishing to and fro. "You took it all."

"No way..." Finn's voice quivered slightly at the thought, and more than anything he was concerned for what his butt might look like now. He was in quite the compromising position, after all. With a shudder, Finn's innards clenched around the monster's cock as Pderto slid back a good few inches before thrusting forwards again. The Warg couldn't resist dipping his head to lap at Finn's cheek, but the prince barely even noticed. His eyes were wide and his teeth were gritted as a feeling of sheer pleasure washed over him from the pushing against his prostate.

Satisfied that his prince was more or less having the time of his life, Etis moved up onto the bed, settling himself in front of the cub's body and parting his legs deliberately to give Finn a faceful of his knotted member, standing roughly at 5 inches in length with a thick, pulsing knot. Finn groaned quietly under his breath, his eyes lidded over as his sensitive canine nostrils picked up the scent of arousal. He raised his head to see the fox's encouraging smile, and then bowed his head to meet his lips with the fox's cock.

A sigh escaped Etis's mouth as the prince's muzzle dragged along his length, moving from the thick, knotted base up to the tapered tip. All the while, Pderto continued to thrust, his movements slow and determined so as not to overwork Finn's poor behind-- likely due to Etis' instruction. Its slow thrusts were doing wonders for the prince, who could do nothing but shudder with ecstasy as his little cock throbbed between his legs, tiny beads of pre-cum dripping onto the bed. He raised his head up and pressed his muzzle to the tapering end of the fox's member, sticking out his tongue to taste the length.

Etis didn't encourage him-- but then, he didn't need to. All on his own, regardless of his embarrassment, Finn pushed his head down onto the knotted member, sinking his tongue along the underside of the cock as the tapering end reached towards the back of his throat in one fell swoop. He closed his eyes and relished the sensations from both sides: the thick throbbing in his mouth, accompanied by the slow yet exquisite thrusts in his behind. The pleasure was mind-numbing, almost toe-curlingly unfathomable, to the point where Finn could find nothing else to utter other than a quiet, gentle whine.

The pleasure came all at once, in a sudden spike of blissful release, before it loosened inside of him. His muscles relaxed and he found himself weakly reaching up to curl a hand around the Warg's slender foreleg, his body trembling as his little cock, which twitched violently between his thick legs, began to spurt tiny little dribbles of seed onto the covers beneath him, staining the once clean luxurious covers with an off-white substance that soaked into the fabric with ease. Each throb of his member and spurt of his cock had his innards spasming and clenching in unison, and he felt the colour rise to his cheeks. A hand reached up to his head and gently stroked his pristine fur, encouraging him to bow his head a little lower amidst his climax, and he obliged despite his status. 

"That's it..." Etis murmured, his fingers curling around Finn's head as he pushed his hips up a little, kissing his knot against the pup's lips. Finn presumed that Etis was getting double the pleasure in that moment, feeling both the warmth of the prince's mouth around his cock as well as the pleasure from his own familiar fucking the boy. The prince was already long since spent, but it was clear that Etis and Pderto weren't done with him yet, so he somehow managed to persevere.

Soon enough, the Warg's movements began to quicken, and his breath came out in hot, heavy pants. Finn was fairly certain he could feel dribbles of spit on the back of his neck, but he tried not to think about it, instead focusing on the member before that remained firmly lodged in his mouth. His small tongue moved around it amply as Etis gently stroked his head, the clenching of his fingers and gentle stroking here and there a good indication of whether he was doing well or not. The combined pleasure of both of them eventually drew Etis towards an inevitable peak as well, but he did his best to hold it in, wanting Finn to lick and slather his member some more.

It was when the prince began to bob his head that it became too much for Etis. The rhythmic sliding of the cub's lips and tongue along his cock quickly draw him to the point of no return, and Etis resisted the urge to push Finn down onto his cock, allowing the 10 year old to bow his head as deep as he felt appropriate. Of course, Finn was gauging the fox's fervent pants and groans of passion, and when he was certain that the magician was close, he pushed his mouth down as far as he could manage, the tapered end pushing into the back of his throat a little. Finn squeezed his eyes shut and huffed a little through his nose, waiting for the inevitable finish.

Etis was far more potent than Finn, at least in the sexual department. The fox climaxed and spurted a thick, ample string of cum into the back of the prince's throat, and Finn did his best to gulp it down before the other strong came shortly thereafter. It gave Finn very little time to react and he was forced to pull back a little, letting the cum seep from his mouth and dribble down the fox's member, leaking onto his knot and down to his balls. Etis sighed and relaxed his grip on Finn's head, leaning backwards and propping himself up with a hand. Finn quietly and gentle nursed the member with his tongue, toying with it a little as the Warg behind him continued to relentlessly thrust, making him grunt and huff through his nose, cheeks flushed.

Pderto's violent snorts and rhythmic thrusting soon began irregular, and the wet squelching that bounced around the stony walls was a clear indication of the Warg's arousal and sheer amounts of pre-cum that he produced. Finn wondered if that was a trait of all Wargs, but he didn't quite have the capacity to ask that question just yet. He could feel the warm trickle of pre-cum seeping from his behind with each thrust that connected with his behind. He could feel the slap of the Warg's virile nuts meeting his own tiny pouch, the fat, bulbous knot rapidly and wildly meeting with his stretched backside, eager to tie and breed. Yet, all three of them knew that such a thing was more or less impossible, given their sheer size difference.

Eventually, Pderto could take no more. His animalistic, near-brutish pounding began to slow as a delicate, unbecoming whine escaped the monster's throat and he hung his head, tongue lolled from his mouth. Finn didn't have to see to know what was happening: he could physically feel it. Each vibrant, thick pulse that bulged his stomach and pumped rope upon rope into his backside, until his inner walls were filled with monstrous seed that slightly swelled his belly before seeping from his behind to drip down his taint and onto the covers below. Finn had to pull his head off Etis's cock, just for a moment, to let out an audible groan from the sheer warmth and pleasurable feelings he got from being so deeply filled. Beneath it all however, he felt a little sore-- Etis's magic was wearing off a little bit, unbeknownst to him, and his prostate had been a little too overly massaged.

Finn thought that the Warg's orgasm would be more or less endless, but thankfully Etis motioned a gesture to Pderto and got him to pull back. At his command, the Warg slipped himself from the prince's stretched behind and spurted a rope of cum across the pup's back for good measure, staining his fur before he flopped to the side and relaxed on the bed, his large member oozing seed and occasionally spurting a tiny string that stained the sheets. Finn's knees gave out from under him and he slid his legs back, laying down on his front with his head in Etis's lap, aware that he was leaking.

"We made such a mess..." Finn groaned, aware he was laying in it, and it was all over him. "And I'm so exhausted..."

"Well...you did do quite a lot," Etis remarked. "Maybe you should sleep for a bit."

"You sound like Jaxon," Finn grumbled, glancing up at the magician. "But I can't. I need to get back to my room and I'm...dirty."

"We haven't been here long," Etis assured him, reaching over to the end table by the bed and holding up a pocket watch. "I'm fairly sure your father wont be back for another hour or so."

"Can you run me a bath, then?" Finn suggested, and Etis snorted a little.

"I'm not one of your servants. Run your own bath."

"But..."

"Surely you don't expect everyone to wait on you hand and foot all day long?"

"Fine." Finn grumbled, his muzzle pursing into a thin line. It was bad enough being hustled, but Etis always had one over on him from both a status and domineering standpoint. Finn couldn't even order him around that much. He was like an impenetrable wall, but... Finn sort of liked that about him. He was mysterious, but passionate and flirty.

"I'm going to rest for a bit first..." The pup excused himself, turning his head to the side slightly and closing his eyes as he rested his head on Etis's lap. The fox placed a hand over the boy's cheek and gently stroked him, a smirk of amusement crossing the magician's face. He watched him sleep for now, planning to wake him a little while.