"Finnigan. Finnigan? Wake up, we're here."

The boy shifted, reaching a hand up to rub his eyes as he subtly moved his body forwards, inadvertently placing his muzzle and face in the trajectory of the blinding rays of sunlight that seeped in through the carriage window. He felt the warmth on his eyelids and blearily opened his eyes, momentarily blinded by the light. He quickly reached a hand up to cover his face and turned away, just in time to see his father's amused expression.

"I know I woke you early, but it is a little unbecoming to sleep in the carriage on a diplomatic trip." The father quipped with a hint of a smile on his face, and the young pup grumbled, smoothing over his feathers.

"Daaad..." He whined, just barely above a whisper, and his father chuckled in response, reaching out to ruffle his fur. This was one of the few times they could talk without their reputation needing to be upheld, so it was no surprise that they acted like father and son.

Finn's senses, and by extension his memories of the morning, were slowly coming back to him. At first, he had ultimately forgotten why he was in the carriage in the first place, but his situation quickly made sense when he remembered where they were heading: the Kingdom of Ukrys.

A neighbouring kingdom with a vast population, Ukrys was one of Elkine's many allies. They shared trade, imports and exports, and occasionally sent troops or provisions over when the other was in need of help. Finn briefly cast his mind back to the conversation he and his father had this morning, and remembered that they were visiting Ukrys on a rather simple diplomatic visit. There was nothing urgent to discuss, but he recalled his father saying he was going to 'touch base' with the kingdom's monarch. Finn assumed it was similar to two friends sharing a meal or discussing old times over a tankard of ale. They'd been on the road for at least a couple of days, as it was quit the distance to the other kingdom, and Finn had had trouble sleeping due to such a bumpy experience and the cold of the night without his bed for comfort.

With the realisation of their destination came a gnawing anxiety. Though his father was used to these visits, Finn was not-- he had been to other kingdoms the past few months, but Ukrys was new to him. He knew very little about their culture or even their people, but he was more nervous about one person: the king's son, Prince Aerys Vonhart.

To say that Finn knew nothing about him would have been an understatement. He didn't even have a description of his appearance to go on, or any idea about who he was as an individual. All that Finn knew about the boy was that he was 5 years his senior, and like him was destined to be the new monarch of his kingdom when the time was right. Finn's father had iterated over and over that he was to make friends with the boy, as their relationship would impact on the relationship of their parents, and inevitably the connection of the two kingdoms in the future. Finn could understand that, though he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Finn hadn't realised it until he stared out the window of the carriage, but they were instead in the outskirts of Ukrys's capital, Jylkria. Finn hadn't never seen such a bustling city before-- even his own place of birth could be quite empty and quiet when it wanted to be, but Jylkria, on the other hand, was practically teeming of people of all manner of species. The carriage trundled its way down a wide cobblestone path that cut directly through the centre of the city, leading them down the most efficient route towards the castle that loomed in the distance. That, to Finn, was a familiar sight-- after all, his father's own castle sat in the centre of their city as well.

It only took a few minutes or so for the carriage to make its way up a slight incline towards the castle, and before Finn realised it they were in the middle of the courtyard. The horses that dragged the carriage along were directed to take a small turn, enough for the vehicle to sit sideways on, the portcullis to their left and the main castle's entrance to the right. Finn waited patiently for the driver to ease open the door on his side and he stepped out, aware that he was closest to the castle. He shifted out the way so that his father could step out just as he spotted a regal man appearing from the castle's entranceway.

As the man approached, Finn easily realised he was the monarch of the Kingdom. His father had told him his name, but Finn had ultimately forgotten in his half-awake stupor he had been in when his father coaxed him into the carriage so early in the morning. The sun overhead told him it was still around 10am or so, and the pup desperately wished he could be in bed right now. It was then that his eyes settled upon the figure next to the king's side: another canine, with dark purple fur with a splatter of white against one floppy ear. Their eyes met and the older boy, not quite yet a man, gave Finn a wink. In that moment, the hybrid boy was quite sure that this was the notorious prince he was to be friends with. He felt his stomach twist nervously at the thought. Jaxon wasn't here to hold his hand and reassure him this time-- the servant he longed to play around with more had been ordered to stay back in the castle.

"Harold. A pleasure to see you." The other monarch beamed, his dark purple fur a exact match to his son's own as he held out his hands. Finn's other father, with contrasting white fur and grey undertones reached out his own hands and they clasped firmly, exchanging a rigorous handshake with a mixture of chuckles. All the while, Finn was certain he felt the prince's eyes upon him. Finn kept his gaze forward, acting as the dutiful son like his father command.

"Ferdinand. It's been too long," Finn's father offered a wrinkled grin before they let go of one-another, and the hybrid's father clasped a hand down against the cub's shoulder. "This is my son, Finnigan."

"Blessings upon you, your grace." Finn bowed himself forwards and offered nothing but the upmost respect, as his father had taught him to do so many months before. The king of Ukrys hummed his approval, and Finn soon felt a hand ruffling his head. He couldn't tell if it was his dad's hand or the man before him.

"What a polite young man. I hope that my son, Aerys, will be fond of you." The king spoke, and Finn raised his head just in time to see the man wrap his arm around his son's shoulder, and Aerys grinned as toothily as his father. Finn nervously offered a small smile and his father cleared his throat.

"Shall we adjourn to the throne room, Ferdinand? I don't know about your son, but my boy is a little haggard from the journey and could do with a brief rest whilst we discuss matters in private." He suggested, aware of Finn's tiredness as the chill wind whipped around them, a sure sign of colder weather coming. The other king nodded once and relinquished his firm grip on his own son, patting the dark purple furred canine's shoulder firmly.

"Aerys, please accompany our esteemed guest for the time he is here, would you? Make sure he is will fed and not a...well, a feather on his head be plucked." The man beamed and Aerys bowed his head once in acknowledgement, before the king turned and gestured to Finn's father. Finn glanced up at the man beside him and his dad gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before stepping past Aerys and joining up with the other king to walk side by side. With that, Aerys and Finn were left alone.

They awkwardly stood there for a moment, if only because Finn didn't quite know how to break the ice. With a sigh, Aerys gestured.

"C'mon." He said with a smile, and Finn stepped forwards to walk beside him as they made their way up into the castle. Finn had no idea what Aerys had in mind for him, but he hoped they might find somewhere to relax, even if only for a few moments.

"You're tired, right? It's a long carriage ride to our kingdom." Aerys asked, as if he'd read the boy's mind. Finn giggled a little and lowered his gaze.

"Um, two days or so, if I remember rightly. It's difficult to sleep on the road and my father didn't want to waste time stopping." He explained, and Aerys hummed, as if he sympathised.

"Let's go to my bedchamber, then. We can sit and relax and I can ask the servants to bring some food." The canine suggested, and Finn was thankful for it. His legs were already aching and his body already begged for rest.

They moved from the castle's courtyard into a lobby not too different from the one in Finn's own abode: though unlike his own, this castle's main foyer only had one set of stairs to the right hand side, leading directly upwards in a vertical, linear fashion. Aerys didn't hesitate to make his way over to it as the boy followed. Finn glanced over at the doors that sat directly opposite the entranceway and guessed that his father was there, already in talks with this kingdom's ruler.

Their journey was thankfully rather short. After a quick trip through some narrow hallways, dodging the odd servant or two who fervently apologised for disturbing them, Aerys eventually stopped outside an ornate, engraved door. He pushed it open and encouraged Finn to step inside.

The interior was nothing short of lavish and luxurious. A fancy dining table sat on the left hand side of the room, and opposite that on the other wall was a huge four posted bed, complete with the usual lacey curtains and fine silks befitting royalty. The table already bore several candles and was neatly clean and tidy, and the rugs beneath their feet were delightfully soft to the touch and easy to walk on. Finn let out a sigh of relief at some degree of privacy and stepped across the room, subconsciously moving to the bed and sitting on the edge.

"A little direct, don't you think?" Aerys remarked casually, raising his eyebrows as he admired Finn from the other side of the room. Finn soon realised what he meant and abruptly stood, feeling his knees wobble with general fatigue. He cleared his throat and felt the colour rise to his cheeks as such a simple blunder, but the teen across the room merely chuckled and waved a hand.

"Sit where you like, dear prince. I don't mind," He assured him, and the cub tentatively lowered himself back down onto the bed. "Though I am rather surprised you caught on to my teasing rather quick. Aren't you a little young to know such things?"

"I...I am 10 years old, you know." Finn pointed out, aware his tone was a little clipped, perhaps even cranky. "I'm not new to the terms or...experiences."

"Oh? Now you make me curious," Aerys remarked, stepped across the room and slipping into a seat beside the boy, leaning in a little close for dramatic effect. "You've had experience at such an age?"

Finn was acutely aware of a number of things; firstly, Aerys proximity to his own body made him strangely uncomfortable, if only because the prince in front of him was a stranger, albeit a royal one. Secondly, the slip of his own tongue which might have inadvertently opened up a metaphorical 'pandora's box' into his lewd activities with his servant, which he didn't intend to share with anyone.

"Ah-- you look uncomfortable," Aerys hummed, leaning back a little. "Should it make you relax a little, I've also have similar experiences. With my squire, no less-- frightful boy, and definitely not one to turn me down should I ask. I find him to be a fun little plaything."

"Your...squire?" Finn seemed surprised, his fingers fidgeting and toying with the hem of his silk shirt. "I haven't a squire yet myself...just my servant, Jaxon."

"Why don't you tell me about him? Is he fun to tease? Bashful or shy?" Aerys asked, and Finn bought into his little manipulation rather easily. "Is he hung?"

"I-I, well..." Finn giggled, looking down at his hands. "It's a rather inappropriate conversation, Prince Aerys, but...he is very enjoyable, yes."

"I see, I see..." Aerys reached out his hand and placed it over Finn's own, as if to reassure him. "Then tell me...what sort of things have you done?"

"I, well...perhaps I shouldn't say," Finn shifted awkwardly in his seat, reaching up to scratch his head idly. "I don't think he'd be very happy to learn that others know of his subservience."

"Well, 'tis only between you and us, Prince Finnigan. I won't tell a soul...lest you will it." Aerys's hand squeezed over the puppy's own and Finn faltered a little, wondering if he should tell. The man was very good with his words, though Finn hadn't even caught onto the manipulation. He was very nearly close to being putty in the teen's hands.

"Mm, well...between you and me, then," Finn began. "Have you ever played with your father's things? His crown, his sceptre..."

"Oh, when I was your age? Yes, a few times-- just for fun, mind you. I can't imagine his fury if he found me with them." Aerys chuckled and Finn felt some familiarity with the boy, in the brief moment. That encouraged him to be a little more open.

"Well, when I put on the crown, I got quite excited, I suppose," Finn absently continued. "I felt strong. Powerful. And it got rather out of hand...fun, but definitely wrong."

"Nothing's ever wrong, not when you're a prince," Aerys insisted. "Did you touch his...you know, manhood? Play with it in your hands? Give it a kiss, perhaps a lick?"

"With my mouth? Gods, no," Finn averted his gaze. "I did touch it, of course...but I put it somewhere else."

It soon dawned on Aerys what the boy meant, and Finn could see the canine gawking, his eyes glittering with a hidden mischief and delight. The deep, dark purple-furred canine shifted on the bed a little and grinned, taking Finn's hands in his own. He moved a little closer and Finn shifted away from him a little, unsure what the canine was up to.

"I'll admit, Prince Finnigan, you intrigue me," Aerys admitted, squeezing the boy's hands. "I have an idea. Do you want to play a little game?"

"A game? What kind?" The pup tentatively asked, and that made Aerys grin. He seemed quite pleased with how easy it was to manipulate the younger prince.

"One of the servants taught it to me. It's called 'Dares'. You dare someone to do something, and they do it...then they dare you, and you keep going back and forth until one person can't do the dare. If they can't, then the darer wins. Sounds quite amusing, don't you think?" Aerys explained loosely the rules of the game and Finn's brow furrowed as he considered the connotations of it. It sounded harmless to him, so he nodded, silently agreeing to the game's conditions. Aerys seemed pleased and he got to his feet, letting go of Finn's hands.

"I'll go first, then," Aerys insisted, moving his hands down his body until his thumbs tucked into the waistline of his expensive pants. He gave them a swift tug and they slipped past his boyish, teen hips, dropping to his knees. He stood there proudly and waggled his hips forwards, exposing a pair of bouncing balls and a relatively narrow sheath that sat between his legs. Finn had averted his gaze at first, yet found himself staring at it, his attention flicking between the sheath and Aerys's face. That surprised Finn more wasn't the shape of it, but its colour: a streak of white ran down Aerys's stomach like a snail's trail, all the way towards his crotch. That white fur seemed to encapsulate only his sheath, colouring it a striking white in comparison to the rest of his body.

"I dare you to lick my sheath then, Prince Finnigan." The boy teased, and Finn's expression turned into a mixture of amusement, discomfort, and pouting arrogance. He might be only 10 years old, but he used to having power, and he at least vaguely understood the connotations of submitting like that in the first place.

"What? Are you not curious?" Aerys pressured him a little, moving his hips side to side. "It would be fun, wouldn't it? But if you're not brave enough..."

Finn's lips curled into a grimace and his brow furrowed, making him look a little irritated. Aerys smugly smirked, watching his expression as the younger pup bowed his head forwards. Aerys was used to manipulating people, and he knew that the surefire way to get a egotistical boy to do his bidding was to challenge his ego.

"Fine," Finn retorted. "But only because I want to."

With that, he moved his head lower. He was a little nervous, admittedly, for he'd never experienced a peculiar member such as the one before him in all his years. In fact, he'd only really enjoyed his servant, who's cock was quite familiar to him in shape, as they both had similar lengths. Aerys, however, was strangely different and Finn found himself reaching out to touch the outline of the sheath, feeling the fuzzy fur against his fingertips. He pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger, vaguely aware of the sensitivity that a man's crotch could have. It felt something pulse beneath his fingers, and that sensation in general was quite familiar to him.

Aerys sighed through his nose quietly as Finn's hand slipped up and down, beginning to stroke the sheath experimentally, his eyes running over its surface to memorise every minute detail, from the shortness of fur around the base of the sheath to the pink flesh that only revealed itself slightly when Finn tugged the sheath down. The pup brought out his other hand, moving the digit towards the tip of the sheath, and he began curiously poking his finger into the warmth of the entrance.

It didn't take too long for Finn's curiosity to bear fruit. As his digits prodded, poked and stroked, the tip began to slide from the canine's sheath, pulsing to life under the young pup's assault. Finn's eyes widened as the set of a firm, pinkish member that grew with each passing second, and the throbbing within that warm sheath seemed to strengthen against the cub's fingers. Finn idly continued to stroke the sheath up and down as he examined the member before him, but Aerys seemed to be growing impatient.

"Aren't you going to give it a lick?" The boy suggested, and Finn glanced up at him for a moment, frowning, before he turned his attention back to the cock in front of him. He remember that this was indeed a dare, and if he wanted to win then he should be doing his part. With a nervous gulp, he stuck his tongue out and moved his head closer, until his muzzle was mere inches from Aery's steadily growing, twitching length. His wide, warm tongue eventually met with the teen's member, and it felt the cock wildly pulse against his appendage, eager for more.

Finn felt a hand atop his head and he did his best to ignore it for now, dragging the length of his tongue along the underside of his member until he reached the tip. The cock was a peculiar shape to him-- slightly tapered at the end, but thickening out into a steady cylinder of throbbing meat, before ending into a base that seemed to be growing thicker and thicker with each passing second. 

Finn had never really tasted cock before. Though he couldn't say if he truly liked it or not, it wasn't necessarily terrible either-- it tasted more or less of nothing, but the more that Finn licked, the more he began to taste a peculiarly sticky substance on his tongue that bore a faint hint of salt, but was otherwise equally as tasteless. Aerys was quietly breathing above him, but Finn could sense that his gentle breathing was a little more laboured than before. The hand atop his head stroked his fur delicately and occasionally toyed with his feathers, but after a while it began to be a little more direct. Rather than just stroked his head, Aerys began to slightly push his head down, coaxing him further and further onto his cock.

At first, Finn had resisted him, unsure if he wanted this thing in his mouth where he could taste it completely, but the canine's gentle coaxing had eventually caused the 10 year old to relent, and he slowly pushed the member into his muzzle. 5 inches of cock sat neatly along the length of his tongue, the tip threatening to poke against the back of his throat. He leisurely rolled his tongue around as the teen in front of him groaned in pleasure, clearly quite enjoying the sensations. Finn was a little clumsy, he knew that, but he continued nonetheless.

"Mmh. Try bobbing your head a bit, dear prince...back and forth, just like that." Aerys guided him a little, moving his hand down to cup the boy's cheek as Finn pulled back curiously, before sliding his mouth back down again, his tongue grazing and sliding effortlessly along the underside of the twitching length. The canine shuddered on the spot before him and Finn glanced up at the teen's face, seeing his parted lips and lidded gaze. Finn felt a brief surge of power, assuming that he had some sort of control; he was wrong.

Finn continued to suckle and slurp, unsure where this little dare of theirs was leading. He had technically already fulfilled the requirements, but Finn found it amusing to watch the canine in front of him shift and move, to squirm and groan under what the younger pup was doing. The faster he moved and the quicker he bobbed his head, the more that Aerys seemed to enjoy it, until the dark purple-furred canine with a quietly panting mess.

"Just a little more, dear prince. I'm almost..." Aerys huffed quietly, and Finn hatched a small plan. He had already done it with his servant on a couple of occasions, and he thought it amusing to pull the same trick on Aerys. However, what he hadn't anticipated was how eager was Aerys was to cum, or the canine's ego for that matter. Before Finn could even pull his head back, the head on his cheek snapped up towards the top of his head and forced him down, as Aerys simultaneously thrust his hips at the same time.

Finn let out something of a muffled grunt as the cock prodded the back of his throat, the prince above him sighing with relief as his climax rolled over him. Finn attempted to pull his head back a little, but the teen's grip was quite firm. With his plan foiled, the younger pup knew he'd have to deal with whatever came next. After a few moments of nothing, a thick and warm-tasting glob of fluid shot into the back of the cub's throat, and Finn recoiled as it's viciously salty taste. He was unable to really pull his head away however, and had to gulp down the first few spurts of seed.

Satisfied he'd had a good taste, Aerys did eventually pulled back mid-orgasm, sliding his knotted cock from Finn's mouth and letting the remaining dribbles and strings of gooey cum shoot across his muzzle, staining his pristine white fur with an off-white stickiness. Finn glared up at him, and Aerys offered him nothing but a small, apologetic grin. He waggled his knotted member, which sat ever so slightly after his climax.

"Sorry, Finnigan," Aerys began as the younger boy slid back into an upright position, looking for something to wipe his face with. "But hey, now it's your turn for a dare. What did you have in mind?"

"Hmph," Finn grunted, before casting a glance over at Aerys, another sneaky plan forming in his mind. "...I dare you to make me feel good."

"Is that all? That's a rather simple endeavour, dear prince." Aerys bowed respectfully, before he moved forwards towards the bed, climbing across the sheets towards the younger boy, who instinctively scooted backwards against the pillows. Aerys shifted into a position above the younger cub, towering over his smaller frame, before his hands started to move.

Finn huffed through his nose as Aerys's fingers immediately dug in under his tender silk shirt, stroking across his slightly chubby belly and fluffy fur, running his fingers through it like one through a fancy rug. His other hand, meanwhile, worked on the boy's pants, already effortlessly tugging the cord free that kept them upright. He pulled them down past the pup's hips as shifted his other arm, hiking Finn's shirt up to expose his body. It was clear from the older canine's movements that he was no stranger to these lewd, intimate moments. The way his hands easily pulled in all the right places to ease Finn out of his clothes was a sight to behold.

Aerys moved back for a moment, if only to straight Finn's legs up in front of him and pull the pants from his limbs, before he spread those legs out and examined the cute little cock hidden beneath. Finn grinned cockily as he felt Aerys's eyes upon his crotch, and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he was already a little hard. In his mind, he assumed that Aerys would be going down on him, or at the very least touching him down there. What he hadn't expected, however, was for Aerys to lift his behind up and tuck something underneath him, leaving the cub peculiarly propped up. 

"H-Hey, wait a minute," Finn began, sitting up and resting on his elbows. "Aren't you going to...you know, lick my thingy?"

"You said I had to make you feel good," Aerys reminded him, leaning forwards with a wicked gleam in his eye. "And trust me, dear prince...I'm going to make you feel very, very good."

"Wha--" Finn was about to ask him what he meant, but he soon realised the older boy's intentions when he began to feel something very firm and turgid prodding between his cheeks. It didn't take much for the experienced older prince to find the 'secret' that Finn was hiding, and once the tapered end of his canine cock met with the boy's pink button, Aerys began to push. He gave Finn no room to protest, and no room for hesitation; they were on Aerys's terms now.

Finn gritted his teeth and relaxed his elbows, laying down a little more as he felt the older boy enter him, sliding deep into his behind. Finn was no stranger to anal-- he had, after all, enjoyed his servant on only a few occasions before leaving for this diplomatic visit-- but there was something wholly different about this time around. For one, it was someone new, which was always a little strange...but there was something else, too. Perhaps it was the size of it that Finn wasn't used to, considering how thick and meaty Jaxon's cock was, or perhaps it was the mere fact that he wasn't in control, that the rhythm of thrusts weren't of his own doing, but of the prince above him.

Aerys leant forwards, propping himself up with his hands as he firmly settled himself between Finn's spread legs, forcing the younger cub to hook his legs around to steady himself. With that, the canine began to thrust, slipping his hips back and forth at a relatively slow pace at first, but rapidly gaining speed until he was humping and pistoning at a moderately leisurely pace. Each thrust of his hips helped to circulate the pre-cum around his cock and inside Finn's behind, and the remnants of his previous load helped with that as well. Finn wasn't to know, but Aerys's refractory period was remarkably short, especially when he was enjoying someone knew.

"S-Slow down..." Finn complained, but all Aerys could do was chuckle, amused by Finn's complaint.

"Are you sure? Your body seems to like it." The canine remarked, glancing down to Finn's fully formed erection, the boy's young cock throbbing wildly against his stomach at fully mast, his little balls jiggling. Finn let out something of a grunt of protest, but it was mixed in with an unintentional moan, forming a peculiar sound that had Finn's cheeks burning with embarrassment, something he never thought possible.

"Aww, are you blushing?" Aerys leant himself down, bowing his head low. "Do you like it that much?"

"S-Shut up." Finn mumbled quietly, and the older canine dipped his head in underneath Finn's chin, peppering kisses up along his jawline.

"Don't forget that I'm a prince too, Finnigan. Shouldn't you be addressing me as such?" Aerys reminded him quietly, enjoying the way the cub's body jiggled with each relentless thrust.

"I-- Mmf... I'm also a prince, lest you forget...should you be teasing a royal of another kingdom like this?" Finn retorted, and Aerys was surprised at the cub's cleverness, considering his age and terminology for cocks. With a smirk, Aerys pushed his hips forwards and felt Finn quiver and gasp beneath him. The teen canine quite sure he'd met with the boy's sweet spot.

"You are right, dear Finnigan...and yet, you moan at my touch and shudder at my hand, don't you?" Aerys chuckled warmly, angling his head and dragging his lips across Finn's cheek and towards his muzzle. Much to the younger cub's surprise, Aerys's lips met his own and they swapped a tender, brief kiss. Aerys thrust again, pushing deeper this time as his knot dangerously pressed against Finn's entrance, threatening to tie with him.

"Mmh-- what is that thing, at the bottom of your...your thing?" Finn glanced away for a moment and Aerys leant back, just a little, to knead his hips against Finn's behind, enjoying the sight of the boy spread-eagled and bashful.

"A knot, dear prince...though I'm surprised you don't have one. It's used to make sure I'm nice and firmly inside of you when I spread my seed." Aerys explained loosely, and he reached out a hand, curling it around Finn's member and feeling it throb powerfully in his fingertips. Finn arched his back and a quiet groan escaped his lips. The touch was exquisite, as foreign and as tantalising as Jaxon's own.

"S...So it is a tool with which to bugger me more fiercely?" Finn countered, and Aerys grinned a little wider at the statement, finding Finn's manner of speech a little endearing.

"Such a vulgar turn of phrase...but yes. It's to make sure you're nice and mated, dear prince. Do you want to try it?" Aerys threatened teasingly, jutting his hips forward a little bit more fiercely, causing Finn to wince as he felt his hole stretch slightly when the knot attempt to push into him. He gritted his teeth, yet found himself not fully overcome with discomfort: the hand around his cock and the light, gentle coaxing against a delicately delicious spot inside of him helped to ease any negative feelings.

When Finn didn't respond, Aerys continued to thrust, starting to quicken his pace as he gauged how Finn was enjoying it, watching the younger pup huff and pant, looking more and more exhausted as time went one. That was to be expected, considering his age, but Aerys couldn't deny that he was enjoying the sight of Finn's parted lips, his little pants and breathy whimpers filling the room. Aerys was enjoying it as much as Finn was, to the point where he was certain he was already getting quite close. His focus, however, was on seeing that dare through: he had to make Finn feel as good as he was able.

The older canine began to slow his thrusts a little and turned his attention to his own hand, still firmly wrapped around the boy's little 4 inch cock. He stroked it wildly in his grip and watched as Finn squirmed and gasped, the 10 year old's toes curling delightfully under such delicate pleasure. Though he made no real fluids from his end just yet, Aerys was sure it couldn't take long for his efforts to bear fruit. Each rigorous pump of his hand and tender stroke of the cub's cock had Finn panting more and more, until his tongue lolled from his mouth and his tail furiously wagged beneath them.

Finn's quite groaning was growing more intense quite quickly, and Aerys soon realised he was close. He continued to leisurely stroke the member, and began to speed up his own thrusts, hoping that the cub's impending orgasm would loosen his muscles. He rocked his hips forward as Finn's groans grew heavier, his prostate being massaged as much as his cock. The older canine humped and humped, breathing harshly through his lips as he attempted to catch up to Finn's pleasure, until the two of them were relatively in sync, each of them close.

"Don't stop..." Finn found himself groaning, his chest heaving up and down, and Aerys quietly moaned his approval of Finn's request, shoving his hips forward firmly, trying not to be too hard. As he pushed, he felt the cub's muscles loosening, and with a sigh of utter relief, he forced his cock under the cub's ass. He slipped past the tight, spasming ring and felt the boy's insides clench around his length, massaging his knot and gripping it like a vice. Aerys groaned slightly as he rapidly stroked his hand, harder and harder, hearing Finn tip over the edge of no return.

Somehow, they more or less orgasmed at once. Aerys was slightly earlier, the tight squeezing around his length too much to resist. He spurted thick, tender globs of cum into the boy's behind, coating his inner walls with seed as Finn climaxed shortly thereafter, staining his own stomach with tiny dribbles of cum as his insides gripped and squeezing periodically, milking the teen's cock and squeezing out the last of his seed.

Aerys hunched forwards, the locks of hair falling around his ears as he stared down at the breathless boy beneath him, Finn's cheeks flushed and his eyes lidded over. He relaxed his legs as Aerys kept himself propped up, aware he might squash the boy if he relaxed himself completely now. With the older canine firmly tied, Aerys knew he'd be lodged in the young prince for a while, and the thought of such delicate pleasure for the next 20 minutes was quite exciting.

"W...Why aren't you pulling out?" Finn remarked tiredly, and Aerys grinned apologetically at his words, leaning down to nuzzle against his neck.

"I can't yet. Not until my knot's gone down."

"How long does that take?"

"Hmm...20 minutes or so?"

"20?!"

"It's not so bad," Aerys insisted. "Look, we can talk whilst we wait. Is there anything you wanted to know about the kingdom?"

"Well...are there any good pastry shops?"

"Got a bit of a sweet tooth, do you, Prince Finnigan?"

"I am only 10 years old."

"Hmhm. I know a place," Aerys planted a brief kiss atop Finn's forehead. "I'll take you there as a treat...and an apology for tricking you."

"Yes...you'd best make up for it." Finn grumbled, but the blush on the boy's cheeks told Aerys all he needed to know.