King Max sips some wine as he looks over the chamber. Things were progressing well at the party, but the details blurred. The great peace that followed the end of the Great War has made governance much more boring. But with his wife dead and his son set to take the throne, what is left for the old monarch to accomplish?

His curiosity is piqued when the bear in charge of the music walks by him. The older rodent offers the bear a quick smirk and a fluttering of the eyes before disappearing into one of the halls.

Max blinks, takes a quick drink, and then follows the bear.

One of the doors was open, and the monarch steps through to a bedroom beyond. There, he gasps when he sees the bear, having removed his pants and sitting on the edge of a bed, stroking his manhood.

“Oh, your highness. What are you doing here?” Avi asks.

King Max stares at the bear’s dick and then back to him. “Avi… was it?”

Avi nods.

“I take it you’re bored too?”

“Mmm hm..”

“Do you mind…?” the monarch asks, hands moving to his mouth, brushing his lips.

“Not at all,” Avi says, standing up.

King Max slowly lowers himself to his knees before the younger Mobian. The older gentleman wraps his muzzle around that length, his eyes closed, letting out a sigh as he slowly runs his tongue and mouth down along that shaft.

“Mmm… you’re doing great, oh king.”

Max pulls back, a hand wrapped around that shaft. “C… call me ‘Max,” he insists.

“Okay, Max… anything else you want?”

Max licks his lips. “Could you… lie down?”

Avi gets to the ground, using his hands to support his head.

Max pushes himself up, grunting as he does, unbuttoning and pulling off his pants. “Nngh… can’t move… like I used to.” He says.

“You’re doing great,” Avi coos.

“Thank, mm, you,” Max responds, positioning himself so his royal hole is above Avi’s shaft. He lowers himself down, gasping, closing his eyes, sighing as he rolls and lowers himself upon the bear’s cock.

“Ah… ha….”

It’s a slow and methodical movement as the king power bottoms for the DJ. “MMn… you… your manhood is… is so exquisite.” He gasps.

Placing his hands upon Max’s hips, Avi rolls and pushes himself deeper, pressing up against the king’s P-spot.

“Oh… oh fuck…” Max trembles. “I can’t… c-can you do more?”

“I can do much more.”

“S… show me, please.”

“Of course,” Avi says this, scooting away.

The king whimpers as the cock leaves him, his oozing with precum. “W… what are you doing?”

Avi climbs up, placing his hands on the king’s shoulders and then pushing him down. “You’re pretty spry for an older gentleman,” Avi says, pushing Max down.

Max yelps, watching those loving, tender eyes as Avi moves his hands down along the king’s sides. He moves further, past his hips and then down to his ankles. There, he grabs and lifts, spreading further and further.

Max bites his lip, letting the stretch burn through his body, but he can take it even as the bear lines his cock up to his hole. Tavi pushes forward, entering the king again, but this time with him in control. With that, he leans forward, smiling at Max, watching as the king writhes, cries, and groans like a femboy.

The cock keeps moving, faster and faster, until eventually, Avi Breeding presses the king, slapping his cock inside the king’s ass and slapping his balls against his butt. The bear’s hips plap and plap over him, making the king’s dick bounce, his precum leaking about in wild drizzles.

King Max holds onto Avi, gasping, panting, groaning, and staring into the younger man’s eyes in pure delight. “Oh please, please, Avi, please!”

“Please, mmmh, with, your Highness?”

“Please make me your… your bitch!”

“So vulgar, ha, your highness.” He chuckles. “I prefer being nice.” HE leans in, pressing his lips against the king’s

That last bit of sweetness breaks the king’s mind. His eyes roll back, lids closing. Wild moans reach up through his throat and into Avi’s. Meanwhile, the pounding continues. Despite planning on being kind, the bear still shows the king all that he can do, pumping into him over and over and over and over again!”

Soon, Avi’s lips part from the king’s, saliva bridging between them. The bear stares with lust-filled eyes at the monarch, and soon, he grits his teeth and thrusts once more, deep with a final thrust, and keeps himself deep inside Max as rope sand ropes of cum shoot out, coating the king’s insides.

That last strike against his prostate is enough to send King Max over the edge—an anal orgasm of explosive proportions, sending delight to his cock, firing off more cum than he thought possible—his royal cock harder than it ever had been in the last ten years.

He collapses, his shirt ruined with cum, panting, with his mustache and his hair all out of whack.

Avi pulls away from him, stroking the king’s chin and then stepping up. He grabs the blankets off the bed and sits beside Max, dabbing the goop off of him. “Luckily, we’re in your palace,” Avi says. Or else it might be awkward for you.”

King Max’s eyes flutter back into focus, staring at the bear providing him aftercare. “Would you… Perhaps you would like to take a bath, Avi?”

Avi smiles, scooting to the monarch and leaning in, kissing him. “You know what? That could be fun!” But before she could do that, he wraps his arms around the king and nuzzles up against him. “Let’s rest a moment first.”

“Th… that’s sound,” says Max, his eyes fluttering closed. “I’m too old for this…”

“No…” Avi says, whispering nicely into his ear. “You’re so handsome and experienced. I loved it.”