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The boy find himself fighting for the attention and affection of his lover, His Majesty. To prove his love, the king takes Saleem to his homeland in the spring, to participate in a local ritual the boy will never forget. When they come back, Saleem starts to behave differently while his health seems to slowly deteriorate, leaving the local doctors puzzled and many in the castle suspecting a plague.", "writing": "“Good morning my love.” The king whispered softly in the dark room, hot breath warming the back of his prey’s neck. Teeth bit into the nape of the cheetah’s neck as the boy’s tail raised out of the way. The otter gently drug his claws down the feline’s chest as the king continued. “Looks like someone wants some filling.” Hotaru’s hands chest shifted and grabbed the cheetah’s groin and gently squeezed. Saleem squirmed out of Hotaru’s grasp and turned to kiss him, snaking his tongue into the otter’s mouth. As the king returned his boy’s affections the cheetah could only purr, soon was greeted by the smell of the otter’s husband on his breath. The cheetah pulled away from the strong taste as his ears flattened against his head.\n\n“Can’t you do something about that?” Saleem asked as his tail tucked between his legs. “If I wanted to taste him, I would blow him myself.” Stealing the blanket off his bedmate Saleem turned to face away from the otter.\n\n“Would you rather taste yourself?” the king asked as his hands moved back to the boy’s groin.\n\n“That’s not the point.” Saleem said as he tossed the blanket to the floor and pinned the otter to the bed. “I don’t like you telling me you love me when your breath smells of your husband. It just seems to have no meaning to me.” The tables quickly turned as the otter chuckled and flipped the cheetah onto his back, pinning him down and grinding his rump against the boy’s bits.\n\n“You seem to think that I just say that to anyone, don’t you?” The king says as his teeth catch the sliver of light let in from the fluttering curtains. Moving his hands to the cheetah’s shoulders, the otter presses the boy down into his bed. “Do you remember what we talked about?” The king asks, looking at the boy. “How many times do I have to tell you. What Rajhal and I have is purely political, but what we have is emotional.”\n\n“You say that, but you seem to be much more welcoming to his advances.” Saleem protests as he tries to squirm out of the king’s grasp. “You say you love me more, but you go traveling with him, and…” the cheetah sighs as stops fighting. “Well, you always give him a kiss before you give me one. I know I’m just a pet to you.”\n\n“Now stop that.” The king replies as he releases the feline. “If you really want to go traveling with me, I can bring you next time we go touring. I can always leave day to day to Alban, and I know Rajhal will be fine with leaving his generals in charge while we are out.”\n\n“I meant traveling alone, just you and me. Take me somewhere romantic if you really mean it.” The boy protests. “I want to have a special vacation with just you, something that we can look back and remember forever.” Saleem wiggled under his king as the otter leaked a bit of his husband’s seed onto the boy’s groin. “I want to wake up and know we were the only ones in the bed, and for us to be in a place where you can tell me you love me, other than the bedroom. I want to snuggle with you and know that’s my seed dripping from you, not his.”\n\n“You really feel that I have to do something like that to prove that I love you?” The king sighs as he flops next to the boy. He runs his claws through the fur on top of the boy’s head. “I will talk to Jean later today and plan something just for you.”\n\n“Why Jean?” the cheetah asks, turning away. “How could your ex-lover give you good advice on where to take your new one? Isn’t that a bit awkward?” Saleem moves to the edge of the bed, picking up the blanket he had discarded earlier so he could hide under it again. “You make it so awkward to be around you sometimes. You have your husband and your pet in the same bed, and your ex visits you all the time. I don’t think you even know what you want.”\n\n“Saleem.” The otter states as he rolls the boy over, kissing his forehead. “I want you. If the safety of the kingdom didn’t depend on me holding Rajhal’s temper in place, I would be with you.”\n\n“And the fox twins that you claimed were just giving you a back rub last week?” Saleem asks while choking down a tear. “How did they help you control his temper?” The boy curled up and held his tail under the blanket.\n\n“Rajhal would get suspicious if you were the only boy I played with.” The king withdrew his hand to rub his face, thinking before he continued. “I don’t think that you can grasp what he would do to you if he realized our relationship.” Hotaru moved his hand back to Saleem’s face to wipe the tear falling from the boy’s cheek. “Rajhal has said he has no interest in going to my homeland though. I have been meaning to make a trip back there for a while, and would like it if you would go with me. It’s something we could do with just the two of us, share a special place together.” The king bites pauses hesitantly as he looks upon his boy.\n\n“You mean just the two of us? Don’t you usually travel with guards? Wouldn’t they tell Rajhal what we were doing, spy on us and such?” The cheetah excuses as he continues to pet his own tail.\n\n“We can change our travel methods on route, but only Jean would accompany us the whole way. He has family back on the islands too,” the otter explains, moving his hands under the blanket to put his over the boy’s. “He is a very good doctor, and a dear friend of mine. He won’t sleep in the same room as us, but if anything were to happen, I know where his loyalties are. His service isn’t to the crown, but to me and the safety of this kingdom.” The otter moves in closer to the cheetah, bringing their noses close to each other. “Yes, Jean and I were lovers at one time, but that ship sailed when I left him for Rajhal to end that bloody war. If he was to share what you are to me, what we do on our trip, that would bring chaos in the castle, and in the end the kingdom. He knows that would go over as well as if he and I were to get back together.”\n\nSaleem sighs as his head moves down. “So you do still have feelings for him. If Rajhal went away, you would be with him, wouldn’t you? I’ve heard how your voice changes whenever he is nearby.”\n\nThe king knew that words alone wouldn’t convince the cheetah, and the otter boy to stop protesting and start servicing before he could get on with his day. “You can’t hear how my voice changes when I am around you, because you can’t hear it when I’m not near you, can you?” the otter asks, as he slides under the cheetah’s blanket. “You may think it’s because I want easy access, but you do sleep in my bed every night, and wake up next to me every morning because you are more than a play thing to me.” The king’s hand caresses the boy’s chest before moving down. “If you are so concerned about me wanting him back, why don’t you do something to show him I’m already taken?” the otter asks, his fingers moving to toy with the feline’s sheath. “And before you make some comment about him not being able to notice above his own scent, he usually bathes around this time of morning, so his senses will be quite sharp.”\n\n“What did you have in mind?” The cheetah asks his king as he leans in, nuzzling the otter. The boy’s hips instinctively thrust into the king’s hand as his sheath is pulled back, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Won’t he be able to-” Saleem tried to whine but was quickly cut off by the otter’s webbed fingers slipping between his lips, his own musk filling his mouth.\n\n“Smell it over Rajhal’s work this morning? No. He wouldn’t as things stand right now, but it looks like we have ways around that.” The otter says as he wiggles himself further under the blanket. “I could have your scent freshly on my breath, so every word I say to him brings him your scent, though I do know of something that would have a bigger impact.”\n\nSaleem suckles on the otter’s fingers for a second before moving his mouth off of them. “If you mean under your…” the cheetah pauses, sniffing the air. “Rajhal put a bunch in there this morning.” He states, pouting.\n\nHotaru moves out from under the blanket and kneels away from the boy on all fours, raising his tail to the cheetah. “Then you just have to lick it out and put your own in. I’m due for my physical, and he will have to check me out down there. Why not show him that it belongs to you?” The otter wiggles his hips at the boy, continuing, “Besides, I’ve got an itch only you know how to scratch.”\n\nSaleem looked at the rump, knowing the king would continue until he got what he wanted. Hesitantly crawling to the otter, the smell of Rajhal started to fill his nostrils, overpowering him. He had to get rid of that scent, the reminder of the man keeping them from being together. Starting at the king’s knees, the boy worked upwards with his tongue licking the remnants of the sessions the married couple had earlier that morning. Stopping between the king’s cheeks he paused, bracing for the taste. Saleem reminded himself that if he didn’t remove it all, the dragon’s seed would only leak out again, and spoil their lovemaking later. The cheetah put his hands on the otter’s cheeks, took a deep breath, and plunged his face in as he started to lap at the king and his husband’s seed inside.\n\n“Good… Kitten…” the king gasps as the cheetah’s tongue starts licking under his tail, occasionally pushing in. He presses back against the boy’s face and relaxes his hole, letting a bit of his husband’s earlier work escape into the boy’s mouth. “Make sure it’s all out before you have your turn my kitty, I want it to be unmistakable that it’s only you up there.” The cheetah tried to protest, only to be greeted by more of the dragon’s spunk flowing into his mouth. The boy quickly licked at the fluids escaping from the otter as he reached his hand around his king to fondle the otter’s thickening shaft.\n\n“How much more do you think is in there?” the boy asked as he stopped to take a breath. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s just too strong.” Saleem whined as his hand continued to work at the otter’s meat.\n\n“You almost have all of it, but a little longer won’t hurt.” The king said as he raised his tail a bit more to give the feline better access. Saleem could feel himself starting to swell as the otter’s musk slowly replaced that of the dragon. The boy just had to have more of that, and knew the more aroused his lover was, the more of that sweet musk he produced. As if almost taking a drug, he brings his hand that was working the otter’s shaft to his nose and huffs in the scent he craved. His head moved back as he could softly moaned, before bringing his face back to finish cleaning the king.\n\n“Are you ready?” the boy asks the king as he removes the last bit of the dragon’s scent from the otter. “How do you want to do this? Should I just mount you?”\n\nThe king turns back and topples the cheetah onto his back, rubbing his hardened shaft against the boy. “You ask too many questions little kitty. I am not getting what I told you to give me.” The king reminds Saleem as he grabs onto the barbed cock below him and lines it up under his tail. The otter sits up for a moment, placing his other hand on the boy’s chest, pinning him down as he slides the cheetah inside him. He looks down at his lover as he whispers, “I just want you in me right now. You have already wasted a good chunk of the morning procrastinating, so you better hurry up and give me what I want.”\n\nThe cheetah could only whimper as the otter started moving up and down on his shaft. Hotaru soon moved his hands up to the cheetah’s shoulders as he shifted his weight so Saleem could thrust in time with him. Saleem’s moans soon became grunts as he instinctively started thrusting into his lover’s loosened hole. The otter grabbed the boy’s legs and bent Saleem’s knees so he could continue thrusting as the otter bent over the boy. Hotaru moved his hands along the cheetah’s arms and up to his wrists, pinning them above the boy’s head as he leaned in to kiss. “I love you kitten.” The king whispers before locking his lips with the cheetah. He could tell this was just what the boy needed to hear as the boy’s thrusts started to become more erratic as he leaned into his lover and bit the king’s shoulder. Saleem’s tail twiched as his sack drew up towards his body, howls filling the air as he fulfilled his king’s command, emptying himself inside. \n\nA grin crossed the king’s face as the fangs pierced his shoulder. “Ease up little one.” He said, clenching down on the member inside him. The otter continued to move back and forth as he started to shiver. Deciding not to hold back he painted his kitten with his own seed, returning the favor. As he rhythmically clenched with his orgasm, the feline started to thrust further, drawing another load from his already aching groin. “Are you going to be a good little kitty, or do I need to keep riding?” the otter grunted as he wriggled his hips down onto the boy. “I could do this all day, but I don’t know how long you could hold up.”\n\n“Si-ir” Saleem gasped as he felt the otter’s hole tighten around his shaft like a vice grip, trapping the blood trying to escape his tender member. “I can’t go for a third, you know that” the cheetah manages to make out before trying again to catch his breath. “What do…” His voice was cut off by the otter again leaning in for a kiss, before leaning into the boy’s ear, nipping softly at the soft thin flesh.\n\n“The ferals use a different way to mark their territory, but it uses the same equipment.” The otter moves up before pinning the boy again. “I know you just woke up, and I didn’t feel you leave the bed last night. Did you happen to wet, or are you holding it like a good little kitten?” The otter pauses, sniffing the air to see how well the cheetah had held himself the prior night. “Are you going to give me what I want, or do I have to roll around the bed and cover myself in your musk and other fluids? If I have to do this the hard way, you will have to pay for it later.” The otter licks the boy’s neck as he wiggles his hips again, teasing the trapped barbed member inside him.\n\n“But what if?” the cheetah asks, only to be sequester on again from the king. He knew his lover would not give up until he got what he wanted, so the boy relaxed himself, letting himself go into the king. His actions were greeted by licks from the king, comforting the boy. Breaking his toilet training was hard to begin with, but going inside someone else had been a battle on it’s own. Over the years it had become second nature to the cheetah, but it came with risks of bed wetting, that the otter teased him about on occasion. As he pushed the last few drops into the king, he nuzzled back at his lover. “Is that enough? I can give you some more later if you need it.” The cheetah whimpers as he tries but fails to fill his king with more fluids.\n\n“That should be good enough for now.” The king says as he pulls off the boy, a few drips of various fluids fall back onto the boy’s chest as the otter gently places his musky sheath against the cheetah’s nose, giving the boy another hit of the addictive and powerful scent. Looking back up the cheetah holds back a yawn, worn from pleasing his king. Hotaru leans down and ruffles the boy’s fur as he coos “Did I wear you out my little spotty boy? Some day you will grow nice and big. Maybe then you will be able to have a fight, make-up sex, and continue with your day.” The otter gives the boy a kiss before standing, tucking the cheetah back into the covers. “Take a cat nap. I will send for you when I am in the throne room. I could use your company then. Some of the local lords are going to be visiting tonight for dinner, and they have an audience with me this afternoon. You might want to be well rested.” The cheetah winced at the thought, knowing the day would be long. Saleem’s snuggled up under the covers, positioning himself to where the otter laid at night. The cheetah sniffed at his lover’s musk as he went back to sleep, his purrs filling the room.\n\n\n\n\n“You can’t sleep all day.” Saleem could hear a rough voice speak as a something was placed around his neck. “He may be allowing you to sleep, but you are needed for your duties you lazy little shit. You are a disgrace to your tk. It’s because of cats like you that lazing about in the day…” The voice continued as the blanket was tugged off the boy. Saleem fought with the corner, trying to cocoon himself back within the remainder of his lover’s musk. The cheetah could see the tiger standing at the other end, ready to remove the boy from his comfortable nest. Next to him stands the cougar, crossing his arms at their childish display. The tiger grunts as he tries to reposition himself in their tug of war. “Come on Alban. You are the one that wanted his help, you better get him out of bed for me.”\n\n“Saleem, we need your help in the dungeon.” The cougar says as he moves to the bed to hover over the cheetah. As Alban gets down on all fours over the naked boy the cougar huffs. “We have some pressing matters to deal with. You need to get dressed so we can evaluate some of the new slaves. I need your advice on what to do with them. Plus it gives you an excuse not to deal with the boring pleasantries of the king, rambling on and on with his friends. I have never seen you excited while he is rambling to his friends.” The cougar hops off the bed and pats his thigh. “Jasper brought a bucket of water, I would rather him not have to use it.” Saleem can see the tiger cross his arms and nod.\n\nAs the cheetah crawled from the bed, his vision went dark as a musky cloth covered his face. “Can’t you grab one of my clean loincloths?” Saleem asked as his ears went back. “I don’t want to add fuel to Mr. Grabby Hands over there.” He says as he shakes his clothes from his face to glare at Jasper. “Last week I had to throw my cloth out after his wandering hands made my clothes orange.”\n\n“Not my fault you ate bad food.” The tiger dismisses, as he walks to the door. He ushers the other males to the door before stomping his foot. “I really don’t like being in here when he’s naked. You shouldn’t put me in such tempting positions.” The tiger growls at Alban. The cougar watches as the cheetah dresses in the loincloth that was saturated in the boy’s scent, with traces of the otter’s own permanently embedded in the rear from age. “You can dress in more when we get to the dungeon, we have some of the old robes down there if you are worried that much about me.”\n\n“Stop it you two.” The cougar snaps. “Saleem, get dressed. Alban, stop antagonizing the boy.” The cougar puts his arm around the boy as Saleem stands from the bed. “No sex this morning?” he asks as the boy walks steadily to the door. Alban’s nose scrunches as he notices the tiger shaking his head with a smile. “Either you had some fun by yourself, or the king wanted you in him this morning.”\n\nThe cheetah freezes in the middle of the room, half way between the two other felines. “How did you-” he asks as hand is placed on his shoulder, turning him around. The cougar squats down, his nose resting at the cheetah’s stomach. A claw traces the remnants of the king’s seed that matted the boy’s fur, trailing down under the cloth and to his sheath. As the cougar pushed down, the smell of the otter became stronger, giving evidence to the morning’s adventures. “I don’t care.” The cheetah says as he steps away from the cougar. “I love how he makes me smell, and I want everyone to know that he is mine. We are in love, and you will just have to deal with the proof!” Saleem exclaims as makes his way to the door, fingering his sheath and waving his hand under the tiger’s nose, teasing him with the scent of the lovemaking still lingering in his sheath. \n\nAs the men follow the boy to the castle entrance, Saleem updates the two older felines on the status of the current slaves. “I don’t have any openings that are in dire need to be filled right now.” The two men chuckle as the cheetah becomes upset. “Hey you wanted me to act like an adult when we discussed business.” The cougar put his arm around the tiger and whispered into his ear, eliciting a roaring laugh from the striped feline. “Hey!” the cheetah whined, now being ignored by Jasper and Alban.\n\nJasper ushers Saleem and Alban from the castle before the trio briskly walk across the light dusting of snow covering the yard. The recent months had been quiet around the castle, with most of the armies having gone to outlying villages to help the citizens prepare and recover from storms. Only a few sets of footprints showed in the dusting that covered the grass. Saleem sighed as he spoke again, only the three within earshot. “Why can’t you just bring them in. You know it’s too cold for me to be out here.” \n\nHe was met with silence from the cougar, leaving Jasper to finally break it. “I really don’t know why you can’t deal with this. It’s warmer than most years, and much less snow. If you want to stay in service to his majesty, you better get used to this. I don’t think he is planning on leaving this any time soon.” The cheetah mumbled to himself, kicking his feet as he walked to throw the snow on the others. As alban opened the door, the familiar cries, pleas, and screams hit the cheetah’s ears as he quickly walked in and listened to the door slam and lock behind him. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Good morning my love.” The king whispered softly in the dark room, hot breath warming the back of his prey’s neck. Teeth bit into the nape of the cheetah’s neck as the boy’s tail raised out of the way. The otter gently drug his claws down the feline’s chest as the king continued. “Looks like someone wants some filling.” Hotaru’s hands chest shifted and grabbed the cheetah’s groin and gently squeezed. Saleem squirmed out of Hotaru’s grasp and turned to kiss him, snaking his tongue into the otter’s mouth. As the king returned his boy’s affections the cheetah could only purr, soon was greeted by the smell of the otter’s husband on his breath. The cheetah pulled away from the strong taste as his ears flattened against his head.

“Can’t you do something about that?” Saleem asked as his tail tucked between his legs. “If I wanted to taste him, I would blow him myself.” Stealing the blanket off his bedmate Saleem turned to face away from the otter.

“Would you rather taste yourself?” the king asked as his hands moved back to the boy’s groin.

“That’s not the point.” Saleem said as he tossed the blanket to the floor and pinned the otter to the bed. “I don’t like you telling me you love me when your breath smells of your husband. It just seems to have no meaning to me.” The tables quickly turned as the otter chuckled and flipped the cheetah onto his back, pinning him down and grinding his rump against the boy’s bits.

“You seem to think that I just say that to anyone, don’t you?” The king says as his teeth catch the sliver of light let in from the fluttering curtains. Moving his hands to the cheetah’s shoulders, the otter presses the boy down into his bed. “Do you remember what we talked about?” The king asks, looking at the boy. “How many times do I have to tell you. What Rajhal and I have is purely political, but what we have is emotional.”

“You say that, but you seem to be much more welcoming to his advances.” Saleem protests as he tries to squirm out of the king’s grasp. “You say you love me more, but you go traveling with him, and…” the cheetah sighs as stops fighting. “Well, you always give him a kiss before you give me one. I know I’m just a pet to you.”

“Now stop that.” The king replies as he releases the feline. “If you really want to go traveling with me, I can bring you next time we go touring. I can always leave day to day to Alban, and I know Rajhal will be fine with leaving his generals in charge while we are out.”

“I meant traveling alone, just you and me. Take me somewhere romantic if you really mean it.” The boy protests. “I want to have a special vacation with just you, something that we can look back and remember forever.” Saleem wiggled under his king as the otter leaked a bit of his husband’s seed onto the boy’s groin. “I want to wake up and know we were the only ones in the bed, and for us to be in a place where you can tell me you love me, other than the bedroom. I want to snuggle with you and know that’s my seed dripping from you, not his.”

“You really feel that I have to do something like that to prove that I love you?” The king sighs as he flops next to the boy. He runs his claws through the fur on top of the boy’s head. “I will talk to Jean later today and plan something just for you.”

“Why Jean?” the cheetah asks, turning away. “How could your ex-lover give you good advice on where to take your new one? Isn’t that a bit awkward?” Saleem moves to the edge of the bed, picking up the blanket he had discarded earlier so he could hide under it again. “You make it so awkward to be around you sometimes. You have your husband and your pet in the same bed, and your ex visits you all the time. I don’t think you even know what you want.”

“Saleem.” The otter states as he rolls the boy over, kissing his forehead. “I want you. If the safety of the kingdom didn’t depend on me holding Rajhal’s temper in place, I would be with you.”

“And the fox twins that you claimed were just giving you a back rub last week?” Saleem asks while choking down a tear. “How did they help you control his temper?” The boy curled up and held his tail under the blanket.

“Rajhal would get suspicious if you were the only boy I played with.” The king withdrew his hand to rub his face, thinking before he continued. “I don’t think that you can grasp what he would do to you if he realized our relationship.” Hotaru moved his hand back to Saleem’s face to wipe the tear falling from the boy’s cheek. “Rajhal has said he has no interest in going to my homeland though. I have been meaning to make a trip back there for a while, and would like it if you would go with me. It’s something we could do with just the two of us, share a special place together.” The king bites pauses hesitantly as he looks upon his boy.

“You mean just the two of us? Don’t you usually travel with guards? Wouldn’t they tell Rajhal what we were doing, spy on us and such?” The cheetah excuses as he continues to pet his own tail.

“We can change our travel methods on route, but only Jean would accompany us the whole way. He has family back on the islands too,” the otter explains, moving his hands under the blanket to put his over the boy’s. “He is a very good doctor, and a dear friend of mine. He won’t sleep in the same room as us, but if anything were to happen, I know where his loyalties are. His service isn’t to the crown, but to me and the safety of this kingdom.” The otter moves in closer to the cheetah, bringing their noses close to each other. “Yes, Jean and I were lovers at one time, but that ship sailed when I left him for Rajhal to end that bloody war. If he was to share what you are to me, what we do on our trip, that would bring chaos in the castle, and in the end the kingdom. He knows that would go over as well as if he and I were to get back together.”

Saleem sighs as his head moves down. “So you do still have feelings for him. If Rajhal went away, you would be with him, wouldn’t you? I’ve heard how your voice changes whenever he is nearby.”

The king knew that words alone wouldn’t convince the cheetah, and the otter boy to stop protesting and start servicing before he could get on with his day. “You can’t hear how my voice changes when I am around you, because you can’t hear it when I’m not near you, can you?” the otter asks, as he slides under the cheetah’s blanket. “You may think it’s because I want easy access, but you do sleep in my bed every night, and wake up next to me every morning because you are more than a play thing to me.” The king’s hand caresses the boy’s chest before moving down. “If you are so concerned about me wanting him back, why don’t you do something to show him I’m already taken?” the otter asks, his fingers moving to toy with the feline’s sheath. “And before you make some comment about him not being able to notice above his own scent, he usually bathes around this time of morning, so his senses will be quite sharp.”

“What did you have in mind?” The cheetah asks his king as he leans in, nuzzling the otter. The boy’s hips instinctively thrust into the king’s hand as his sheath is pulled back, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Won’t he be able to-” Saleem tried to whine but was quickly cut off by the otter’s webbed fingers slipping between his lips, his own musk filling his mouth.

“Smell it over Rajhal’s work this morning? No. He wouldn’t as things stand right now, but it looks like we have ways around that.” The otter says as he wiggles himself further under the blanket. “I could have your scent freshly on my breath, so every word I say to him brings him your scent, though I do know of something that would have a bigger impact.”

Saleem suckles on the otter’s fingers for a second before moving his mouth off of them. “If you mean under your…” the cheetah pauses, sniffing the air. “Rajhal put a bunch in there this morning.” He states, pouting.

Hotaru moves out from under the blanket and kneels away from the boy on all fours, raising his tail to the cheetah. “Then you just have to lick it out and put your own in. I’m due for my physical, and he will have to check me out down there. Why not show him that it belongs to you?” The otter wiggles his hips at the boy, continuing, “Besides, I’ve got an itch only you know how to scratch.”

Saleem looked at the rump, knowing the king would continue until he got what he wanted. Hesitantly crawling to the otter, the smell of Rajhal started to fill his nostrils, overpowering him. He had to get rid of that scent, the reminder of the man keeping them from being together. Starting at the king’s knees, the boy worked upwards with his tongue licking the remnants of the sessions the married couple had earlier that morning. Stopping between the king’s cheeks he paused, bracing for the taste. Saleem reminded himself that if he didn’t remove it all, the dragon’s seed would only leak out again, and spoil their lovemaking later. The cheetah put his hands on the otter’s cheeks, took a deep breath, and plunged his face in as he started to lap at the king and his husband’s seed inside.

“Good… Kitten…” the king gasps as the cheetah’s tongue starts licking under his tail, occasionally pushing in. He presses back against the boy’s face and relaxes his hole, letting a bit of his husband’s earlier work escape into the boy’s mouth. “Make sure it’s all out before you have your turn my kitty, I want it to be unmistakable that it’s only you up there.” The cheetah tried to protest, only to be greeted by more of the dragon’s spunk flowing into his mouth. The boy quickly licked at the fluids escaping from the otter as he reached his hand around his king to fondle the otter’s thickening shaft.

“How much more do you think is in there?” the boy asked as he stopped to take a breath. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s just too strong.” Saleem whined as his hand continued to work at the otter’s meat.

“You almost have all of it, but a little longer won’t hurt.” The king said as he raised his tail a bit more to give the feline better access. Saleem could feel himself starting to swell as the otter’s musk slowly replaced that of the dragon. The boy just had to have more of that, and knew the more aroused his lover was, the more of that sweet musk he produced. As if almost taking a drug, he brings his hand that was working the otter’s shaft to his nose and huffs in the scent he craved. His head moved back as he could softly moaned, before bringing his face back to finish cleaning the king.

“Are you ready?” the boy asks the king as he removes the last bit of the dragon’s scent from the otter. “How do you want to do this? Should I just mount you?”

The king turns back and topples the cheetah onto his back, rubbing his hardened shaft against the boy. “You ask too many questions little kitty. I am not getting what I told you to give me.” The king reminds Saleem as he grabs onto the barbed cock below him and lines it up under his tail. The otter sits up for a moment, placing his other hand on the boy’s chest, pinning him down as he slides the cheetah inside him. He looks down at his lover as he whispers, “I just want you in me right now. You have already wasted a good chunk of the morning procrastinating, so you better hurry up and give me what I want.”

The cheetah could only whimper as the otter started moving up and down on his shaft. Hotaru soon moved his hands up to the cheetah’s shoulders as he shifted his weight so Saleem could thrust in time with him. Saleem’s moans soon became grunts as he instinctively started thrusting into his lover’s loosened hole. The otter grabbed the boy’s legs and bent Saleem’s knees so he could continue thrusting as the otter bent over the boy. Hotaru moved his hands along the cheetah’s arms and up to his wrists, pinning them above the boy’s head as he leaned in to kiss. “I love you kitten.” The king whispers before locking his lips with the cheetah.  He could tell this was just what the boy needed to hear as the boy’s thrusts started to become more erratic as he leaned into his lover and bit the king’s shoulder. Saleem’s tail twiched as his sack drew up towards his body, howls filling the air as he fulfilled his king’s command, emptying himself inside.

A grin crossed the king’s face as the fangs pierced his shoulder. “Ease up little one.” He said, clenching down on the member inside him. The otter continued to move back and forth as he started to shiver. Deciding not to hold back he painted his kitten with his own seed, returning the favor. As he rhythmically clenched with his orgasm, the feline started to thrust further, drawing another load from his already aching groin. “Are you going to be a good little kitty, or do I need to keep riding?” the otter grunted as he wriggled his hips down onto the boy. “I could do this all day, but I don’t know how long you could hold up.”

“Si-ir” Saleem gasped as he felt the otter’s hole tighten around his shaft like a vice grip, trapping the blood trying to escape his tender member. “I can’t go for a third, you know that” the cheetah manages to make out before trying again to catch his breath. “What do…” His voice was cut off by the otter again leaning in for a kiss, before leaning into the boy’s ear, nipping softly at the soft thin flesh.

“The ferals use a different way to mark their territory, but it uses the same equipment.” The otter moves up before pinning the boy again. “I know you just woke up, and I didn’t feel you leave the bed last night. Did you happen to wet, or are you holding it like a good little kitten?” The otter pauses, sniffing the air to see how well the cheetah had held himself the prior night. “Are you going to give me what I want, or do I have to roll around the bed and cover myself in your musk and other fluids? If I have to do this the hard way, you will have to pay for it later.” The otter licks the boy’s neck as he wiggles his hips again, teasing the trapped barbed member inside him.

“But what if?” the cheetah asks, only to be sequester on again from the king. He knew his lover would not give up until he got what he wanted, so the boy relaxed himself, letting himself go into the king. His actions were greeted by licks from the king, comforting the boy. Breaking his toilet training was hard to begin with, but going inside someone else had been a battle on it’s own. Over the years it had become second nature to the cheetah, but it came with risks of bed wetting, that the otter teased him about on occasion. As he pushed the last few drops into the king, he nuzzled back at his lover. “Is that enough? I can give you some more later if you need it.” The cheetah whimpers as he tries but fails to fill his king with more fluids.

“That should be good enough for now.” The king says as he pulls off the boy, a few drips of various fluids fall back onto the boy’s chest as the otter gently places his musky sheath against the cheetah’s nose, giving the boy another hit of the addictive and powerful scent. Looking back up the cheetah holds back a yawn, worn from pleasing his king. Hotaru leans down and ruffles the boy’s fur as he coos “Did I wear you out my little spotty boy? Some day you will grow nice and big. Maybe then you will be able to have a fight, make-up sex, and continue with your day.” The otter gives the boy a kiss before standing, tucking the cheetah back into the covers. “Take a cat nap. I will send for you when I am in the throne room. I could use your company then. Some of the local lords are going to be visiting tonight for dinner, and they have an audience with me this afternoon. You might want to be well rested.” The cheetah winced at the thought, knowing the day would be long. Saleem’s snuggled up under the covers, positioning himself to where the otter laid at night. The cheetah sniffed at his lover’s musk as he went back to sleep, his purrs filling the room.




“You can’t sleep all day.” Saleem could hear a rough voice speak as a something was placed around his neck. “He may be allowing you to sleep, but you are needed for your duties you lazy little shit. You are a disgrace to your tk. It’s because of cats like you that lazing about in the day…” The voice continued as the blanket was tugged off the boy. Saleem fought with the corner, trying to cocoon himself back within the remainder of his lover’s musk. The cheetah could see the tiger standing at the other end, ready to remove the boy from his comfortable nest. Next to him stands the cougar, crossing his arms at their childish display. The tiger grunts as he tries to reposition himself in their tug of war. “Come on Alban. You are the one that wanted his help, you better get him out of bed for me.”

“Saleem, we need your help in the dungeon.” The cougar says as he moves to the bed to hover over the cheetah. As Alban gets down on all fours over the naked boy the cougar huffs. “We have some pressing matters to deal with. You need to get dressed so we can evaluate some of the new slaves. I need your advice on what to do with them. Plus it gives you an excuse not to deal with the boring pleasantries of the king, rambling on and on with his friends. I have never seen you excited while he is rambling to his friends.” The cougar hops off the bed and pats his thigh. “Jasper brought a bucket of water, I would rather him not have to use it.” Saleem can see the tiger cross his arms and nod.

As the cheetah crawled from the bed, his vision went dark as a musky cloth covered his face. “Can’t you grab one of my clean loincloths?” Saleem asked as his ears went back. “I don’t want to add fuel to Mr. Grabby Hands over there.” He says as he shakes his clothes from his face to glare at Jasper. “Last week I had to throw my cloth out after his wandering hands made my clothes orange.”

“Not my fault you ate bad food.” The tiger dismisses, as he walks to the door. He ushers the other males to the door before stomping his foot. “I really don’t like being in here when he’s naked. You shouldn’t put me in such tempting positions.” The tiger growls at Alban. The cougar watches as the cheetah dresses in the loincloth that was saturated in the boy’s scent, with traces of the otter’s own permanently embedded in the rear from age. “You can dress in more when we get to the dungeon, we have some of the old robes down there if you are worried that much about me.”

“Stop it you two.” The cougar snaps. “Saleem, get dressed. Alban, stop antagonizing the boy.” The cougar puts his arm around the boy as Saleem stands from the bed. “No sex this morning?” he asks as the boy walks steadily to the door. Alban’s nose scrunches as he notices the tiger shaking his head with a smile. “Either you had some fun by yourself, or the king wanted you in him this morning.”

The cheetah freezes in the middle of the room, half way between the two other felines. “How did you-” he asks as hand is placed on his shoulder, turning him around. The cougar squats down, his nose resting at the cheetah’s stomach. A claw traces the remnants of the king’s seed that matted the boy’s fur, trailing down under the cloth and to his sheath. As the cougar pushed down, the smell of the otter became stronger, giving evidence to the morning’s adventures. “I don’t care.” The cheetah says as he steps away from the cougar. “I love how he makes me smell, and I want everyone to know that he is mine. We are in love, and you will just have to deal with the proof!” Saleem exclaims as makes his way to the door, fingering his sheath and waving his hand under the tiger’s nose, teasing him with the scent of the lovemaking still lingering in his sheath.

As the men follow the boy to the castle entrance, Saleem updates the two older felines on the status of the current slaves. “I don’t have any openings that are in dire need to be filled right now.” The two men chuckle as the cheetah becomes upset. “Hey you wanted me to act like an adult when we discussed business.” The cougar put his arm around the tiger and whispered into his ear, eliciting a roaring laugh from the striped feline. “Hey!” the cheetah whined, now being ignored by Jasper and Alban.

Jasper ushers Saleem and Alban from the castle before the trio briskly walk across the light dusting of snow covering the yard. The recent months had been quiet around the castle, with most of the armies having gone to outlying villages to help the citizens prepare and recover from storms. Only a few sets of footprints showed in the dusting that covered the grass. Saleem sighed as he spoke again, only the three within earshot. “Why can’t you just bring them in. You know it’s too cold for me to be out here.”

He was met with silence from the cougar, leaving Jasper to finally break it. “I really don’t know why you can’t deal with this. It’s warmer than most years, and much less snow. If you want to stay in service to his majesty, you better get used to this. I don’t think he is planning on leaving this any time soon.” The cheetah mumbled to himself, kicking his feet as he walked to throw the snow on the others. As alban opened the door, the familiar cries, pleas, and screams hit the cheetah’s ears as he quickly walked in and listened to the door slam and lock behind him. ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Saleem's New Duties", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "153" }