"Step forward," the druid's voice calls from the far end of the hall, and unsure of what else to do, you obey. It seems even the throne itself is draped in vines. No, not draped in... made of. You clearly recall His Highness's throne being burned, both a symbolic and literal means of announcing he's been unseated. This seat the magician is planted in seems composed of nothing but the same woody tendrils that rent the old king asunder and sent him to the horizon in exile. You squint as you slowly approach the man who would call himself your new king, his dark shape slowly coming into view. His refined yet civilian clothes give him an air of sophistication, but certainly not the nobility you expected. You see a spike of pink as well, not quite sure what it is until you've gotten closer. When you realize, though, you freeze, a lump forming in your throat.
"Come on, I'm sure this isn't the first dick you've seen, knight."
Surely it isn't, but to see the man so flagrantly displaying his own before you unsettles you. The usurper's ruddy virility glistens with a thin layer of moisture, and the piercing through its tip sparkles enticingly in the dim lighting from above. You heard that he smelted the old king's crown down to make one of his own, but you didn't think he'd disrespect it by making a "crown" like this. Perhaps more unnerving is the fact that, beyond your own, you seldom see other men's organs in a state of such intense rigidity. Speaking of which, something is making your own stretch the limits of the loincloth hidden under the steel codpiece of your armor. You have a brief suspicion that the strange scent wafting from the new plantlife is affecting your libido, but you shrug it off as you continue to your new liege's throne. Clearly the effect isn't solely on you, else he wouldn't have extracted his own penis. Or started slowly stroking it as you approach. Or smirked as you find yourself staring at its glistening head and licking your lips. Oh, by the gods why did you do that?
You stop just short of him, examining him up close for the first time in your life. You've seen him from afar during the battles he and the once-king held for domain over the throne, but you weren't prepared for the sight before you now. You may have been happier had his face been something unpleasant to behold, but his attractiveness is impossible to deny. He takes a deep breath, and you look upon the chest he's left half-exposed, lean muscle not much less than that of your own well-trained body. As you too inhale deeply, the scent of musk fills your nostrils. Musk, mixed with... something else. You're not sure what. You do know, however, that it sends a quake along your loins, and you wince as your undergarments flood with presemen. Even the sight of your wife lying nude and prone upon your bedsheets hasn't provoked such an intense feeling of arousal to make your shaft spew its juices out without being touched. How could a man cause such a reaction in your nethers!?
"Kneel." You look down at him, hesitant. Could you be the victim of some enchantment? For what other reason would you be more aroused than you've ever been by this man who would claim to be your king, who destroyed your former liege's body and pride before your own eyes? Looking down further, you see at least part of the source of musk; the floor between his feet is drenched in semen, far too much to be the results of his own self-pleasure. Your knees feel about to buckle as your eyes fixate again on the organ protruding rudely from his slacks, the head glistening with the tanuki's own precum, a metal ring affixed to the tip glinting in the sunlight filtering down from the canopy of leaves that used to be this chamber's vaulted ceilings.
"Kneel before me knight. Whether it's to prove to me your fealty, or to taste of the nectar you so clearly crave, I don't care. One is the same as the other, anyway."
Your knees finally give, and you drop, mind hazy with thoughts of why you find this man so insanely attractive. You are only vaguely aware of your lips parting and the heat of his pulsing manhood slipping across your tongue. You want to find yourself disgusted by your acts, but such ideas are overridden by the fact that the taste of his engorged phallus against your tongue is actually... good. Delicious, even. Perhaps even more so as the tip drizzles sweet-flavored glaze all over your mouth that seeps sloppily down your chin and leaves droplets of itself mixed in your spittle upon your breastplate. "Good. Swear your loyalty to me this way, knight," he growls lustfully, one of his hands clasping at your skull. The fog in your head clears enough for you to realize you've willingly started sucking your new king's cock, and that the seed on the ground between your knees is that of your fellow knights who've also given him their oath of fealty by partaking of his seed. You can't bring yourself to stop though, as the soft moans of the man above you bring you the greatest sense of satisfaction you've known. You instinctively unclasp your codpiece and stretch your loincloth aside to let your own manhood spill out, and amid your bobbing in the new king's lap, you start masturbating, ensuring your own seed will be added to that of your comrades'. "Good... good..." he groans, fingers tensing in your hair. "Keep it up, my loyal soldier... serve me as you would your past king..." You never would have gorged yourself on the last king's cockmeat, though. This is a privilege only delivered upon this new liege. But is it a privilege for him, or for you? The one thought left in your head now as your loins tense and your cum splatters into the puddle below is how you hope he'll be willing to go through this ritual with you again sometime in the near future.
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