[b][u][center]The Prince’s Guest For Drakehavok By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Prince Saunak, sixth in line for the throne of Aparajita, paced back and forth in front of his tower. His bare feet kicked up the dust that had settled during the impromptu demolishing of his brother’s neighboring tower, and every now and then he found a little pebble underfoot. The mongoose amused himself with kick-sliding the stones back towards the building crews, but it was only a small distraction from the boredom of waiting for his guest. “Oh, if I were not as well-mannered as I was, I’d start without him. In fact, I have half a mind to do it anyway.” The Prince of Perverts lapped his tower again, and started walking counter-clockwise as a means of breaking the pace. It wasn’t much better, but he did find a few more pebbles along that route, ones he flicked closer to the center of the palace grounds. Maybe one would plink off of his twin sister’s head while she was training, and someone would score a hit on her. [i]Heh, never happen to Shakti,[/i] he thought a moment later. His purple vest fluttered about as he walked around, the wind catching it whenever he stepped out of the tower’s shadow and making it whip around him like a crazed banner. Saunak did nothing to stop it; it was another distraction that took him away from waiting, and he actually found the rippling rather inspirational, almost like a beat that was giving him an idea. One, two-three, four, one, two-three, four. Yes, a beat like that could make for an interesting series of steps. Something good for a clicking movement, that would draw out an earth spell. Something he could use, something that might help – “Oh, for heaven’s sake…” The mongoose gave up distracting himself, and whipped himself into a small frenzy. Spinning in place with a sliding series of steps, he summoned the winds, whirling them around him and taking him to the sky. The workers nearby shouted at him as he disturbed all the rock dust around the place, but he didn’t care. They could deal with it. He was bored, and he was going to find his guest before he could fall further into that trap. # It didn’t take long. Havok was…well, stuck, in the middle of the market, sampling platter after platter of food. Prince Saunak alighted in the middle of the street, standing on one foot on top of one of the vendors, and looked down at the shocked white dragon. “You, my dear friend, are late.” He hopped down, landing on his other foot, standing with the first one against his leg. “And why is that? I thought we were supposed to be stuffing our faces and other things with other, much more delicious meats.” “Uh, Saunak, do, uh, you actually…I mean…” The mongoose walked over, grabbing the white dragon by the shoulders and staring him in the eyes. “I have been waiting for an hour. Do you understand that? An houuuuuuuuur.” “I, well, it’s only been an hour, and it’s my first time here.” “An hour. Without. My. Harem.” The crowd gasped, as he had hoped they would. Dramatic effect was everything, after all. He stepped back, crossing his arms. “But I understand. You wanted to see the kingdom, not me. Oh, have fun enjoying the markets and everything else. Enjoy the foods, enjoy the sights, enjoy the slave markets if you like. I just thought you wanted to make this special, and enjoy the private pleasures that only a prince could offer you. But if you want to play tourist –” “But…but Saunak…” The mongoose held up a hand, shaking his head while holding down giggles. God, but it was fun to play a role like this. “No, no, I understand. You are too busy stuffing your face to consider the pleasure of stuffing your rump. And here, I collected all the best men for it. Zebras, crocodiles, elephants, tigers; the best of the best, for a friend I considered almost as eager as me, a loyal subject to the Prince of Sluts...” “Oh god…” Saunak looked over his shoulder, seeing the white dragon blushing so badly that he almost looked like a pink dragon. The mongoose held back his laughter for a few more seconds before finally letting it go. He laughed hard as he leaned against one of the stalls, shaking his head as a few tears of mirth fell to the ground. Havok stared at him like he was insane, almost dropping the little pastry ball of meat in his hand. The dragon looked back and forth, his jaw hanging open. “You…you were…” “Oh, my friend, you were so shocked. Oh, that’s priceless…priceless beyond measure.” “Department of Redundancy Department, much?” “It matters not. Come on, my friend. Let’s go have the fun I promised you.” “But – but Saunak –” “Ah, ah.” The prince grabbed hold of the dragon’s wrist, and winked. “Prince Saunak, thank you very much.” He whirled around again, and pulled his friend into the air, ignoring the yelps and screams as Havok was pulled off of the ground, or the complaints from a few of the vendors as a source of revenue disappeared and the pastry hit someone else’s works. Probably some glass vendor, from the sound of it. [i]Well, that’ll get taken out of my allowance this week,[/i] Saunak thought, but he considered it worth it. The flight back over the city was a short one, considering that Aparajita’s capital was spread out mostly through a cracked and craggy set of streets. The buildings, outside of the richer areas, were like canyon tops, making cliffs that overlooked narrow and broad streets alike. The minute one was on top of them, getting from one part of the city to another became much, much faster, even with the public transportation options. One of which almost took Havok’s tail off as it rushed under him, the white dragon yelping as he pulled his tail out of the way of the tumbling boulder. “Do you have to fly so low?!” “Oh, but it’s the best way to see the sights!” “I don’t want to see things that’ll kill – look out!” The dragon’s shout came just after a burst of fire filled the air ahead of them. Saunak only laughed, turning them to the side as the flameweaver on the rooftop started spelling out a new advertisement to the people below. Admittedly, the nearby flames did get him sweating a bit, so he did the only sensible thing. He let go of the dragon. Of course, he didn’t let him fall for long, instead letting him grab hold of his leg. It made the whirlwind dance a little bit jerkier, but it was all the more fun for that. “Having a good time down there?” “Do I really have to answer?!” Saunak laughed again, taking that as a reluctant yes. He kept dancing all the way back to the palatial circle, spinning over the moat before coming to a landing right in front of his tower, at the six o’clock position around the main palace structure. Turning to help the white dragon off of the ground, he patted Havok off a few times and then gestured towards the door. “As promised, you may stay with the Prince of Sluts, and all of his subjects. You will find it quite to your liking, I assure you, my friend. Several magnificent rooms, a library of the finest erotica, and men, oh, the men are most magnificent. I have sampled every one of them myself, and I assure you that they can fulfill your tastes, whatever it happens to be.” Havok only groaned, and the prince shrugged. Some people took time to recover from the flying dance. Then again, he hadn’t actually carried someone that way before. Considering that Havok was beneath him the whole time, it was entirely possible that the dragon had been spun around to the point of extreme dizziness, and wouldn’t be able to talk without throwing up for a little while. He shrugged again. That sounded like a Havok problem, not a him problem, and he started walking up the stairs. A few seconds later, the dragon followed. They reached the top floor in short order, passing by a pink door with the word ‘Harem’ printed on it. His guest started turning towards it, but the mongoose stopped him with a soft ‘Mm-mm’ and a tug on his hand. Much as he wanted to indulge, better to get used to being on the ground again before getting held by the big men. The top floor was the prince’s bedroom, and Saunak sat on the edge of his huge, circular bed with a soft sigh, smiling at the silken feeling under his rear. He squirmed back and forth a few times, getting comfortable, before turning to his friend again. The dragon did look better since their landing, though his shirt was smeared with something yellow. Probably the food from earlier. Chuckling, the mongoose gestured at him. “Go on, get comfortable. I will be doing the same, shortly.” “I’m…comfy enough, your highness.” “Oh, come now. You know I’m not going to be jumping you. You’re too tiny for me; go on and get comfortable.” “You know, you could be a little less insulting about that.” “Oh, I could? But then how would I be honest?” “You know, someday, someone will teach you tactfulness.” “And until that day comes, I will be very candid about my tastes in dicks and men. Now, comfortable, get, please.” The dragon rolled his eyes, while Saunak flopped back. He smiled up at the ceiling, a vaguely reflective surface that covered up the old painting that he had up there. While he liked the look of a dozen elephants of great girth surrounding him, he liked the ability to see what he and his lover for the night were doing even more. The sounds of clothes hitting the floor at least told him that Havok was following orders. Saunak tapped his foot a few times against empty air as the rhythm of the falling clothes filled his ears, humming to himself as he waited. “There, happy?” The mongoose raised his head, arching an eyebrow at the way that Havok covered his crotch. He shrugged, flopping back down. “Content. Though if you think I’m going to be bothered by your shaft, considering you actually can cover it with one hand –” “Good…god…” “What’s the matter?” “I’m starting to see why you don’t get many guests.” “Oh, I have plenty of guests. Just not very many friends that like my mouth. My other end, on the other hand –” “Can we just…go downstairs?” “In a moment.” The prince rolled over on his side, looking out the window. On the other side was the vaguely empty view of the tower being reconstructed, while on this side was one of the other towers that his siblings occupied. Tower five, which was currently occupied by his younger brother, Pankaja. The earth mover wasn’t watching today, unfortunately; he liked to put on shows, and if his brother had been at the window… [i]Ah well, it’s not Havok’s lucky day, it seems,[/i] he thought as he rolled off of his bed. The ground felt firm enough, by now. No more slight wobbliness or wooziness; the spell of flight affected him to some degree, despite his experience with it. “I suppose it’s time. Let’s head down and see what you can handle.” “I bet I can handle whatever you can, ‘Prince of Sluts.’” Prince Saunak’s eyebrow went up, and a slow smile covered his face. He leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is that a challenge, Havok?” “Heh, I know you think you’re a big slut. I bet you’re even good at it. But I know I’m better.” “Really?” “I’ve done a lot of stuff in my time. I think I can handle whatever you can.” “Brave words, my friend. Come along.” He led the way back down the stairs, humming softly to himself. After this long – literally two hours, now – his hole was puckering eagerly beneath his pants. He wanted the harem, and he wanted them now. [i]Hmmm, I wonder if they’re quaking in the metaphorical boots after this long…[/i] The last time that he’d left them alone for more than two hours, he’d ended up on a fucking spree that had lasted well into the night, into the morning, and past sunset. The only reason that any of them had anything left in their balls at the end of it was because there had been thirty of them at that point in time. With their numbers somewhat reduced these days – budget cuts bit into everything, including harems – he wondered if they’d be so effective today. Prince Saunak paused in front of the pink door, and offered the knob to Havok. “After you.” “If you insist.” His guest opened the door, and his jaw dropped. Saunak, on the other hand, stepped inside, tapping his foot with every step to get the attention of his men. The room was filled with well-hung, nearly naked males. It was a large, open area, with a few spots along the walls decorated with half-transparent curtains for sleeping areas. He’d made sure that they were half-transparent; the show should never stop, after all. A couple of doors led off towards toy rooms – which were open, he was glad to see – and he loved the open main room, adorned with pillows and plush cushions, all set up to allow for the best of shows when people were using his harem. His men, of course, were the main attraction. Saunak clicked his fingers, and they stood up, forming two lines in front of him. Cock rings kept their cocks hard and their blood flowing so that there was no medical problems, so the prince walked down a corridor of cock. The smallest at the front, several albino foxes with dicks reaching a good nine inches, got a small stroke of their shafts as he walked by, and by the time he reached the end of the line, with the elephants, he was getting ‘kissed’ on the cheek from how big they were. Resting his arms on the two bull stallions at the end of the line, Saunak glanced back at Havok. “Mmm, I’ll be starting with these two. Do pick whoever you like...Men?” The two elephants knew exactly what to do, and lifted him up immediately. Using his feet, the prince guided their cocks to the hidden hole in the back of his pants, and let them drop him. One thick head punched at his hole, sliding in, and he wriggled along to the side, feeling the other one straining to get in. He spread his legs further, resting his ankles on the shoulders of the elephants, and working backwards to get the rest of it in. [i]Mmmm, eat your heart out, Havok,[/i] he thought as he felt the head working against the other, making his hole stretch in the only way it could these days. A glance towards the white dragon saw his friend already on all fours, getting a thick stallion cock working against his ass, but his friend’s eyes were all on him. All on the pair of dicks he was about to - Pop! Scratch that. That he was taking. Saunak groaned happily, his toes curling on the shoulders of the bull elephants, and he reached up and patted their cheeks. “Very good, boys...very good…” He turned, slowly, so that he was facing one of them, and put his legs on his shoulders exclusively. The thick feeling of both dicks in him was...mmm, so good. His toes curled happily at the feeling, and he looked down at Havok again, who was still staring at him in disbelief. “Still think you can take whatever I can?” “Holy...hell…” “Good answer. Sameon, give him a good pounding, please.” “Yes, your highness.” Havok’s response was drowned out as the horse slammed in deep, pulling the dragon back against his crotch with the speed of his thrust. Saunak smiled as his guest’s eyes rolled back in their sockets, and shook his head. Nobody ever expected his men to be so hung as they were. “Your highness?” The mongoose looked back at his pair. The elephants waited obediently, and he nodded. No sooner did he do that than they were eagerly pounding at his hole, working their dicks back and forth in tandem. The scissoring feeling of their cocks working over his prostate, stretching his eager hole, filling him up...it was almost worth waiting two hours for. Almost. As they fucked him, he called two of the other horses over, putting his hands around their cocks and jerking them off as the elephants used him. The hot grunts in the air were music to his ears, and his own cock throbbed against the front of his white silk pants, leaving a growing damp spot in the front as it went on. He grinned, squeezing down just hard enough to make the bull elephants groan, and he turned his head, kissing the head of one horse cock. “Don’t you start holding back on me...give me everything you have.” “Mmmph...yes, your highness…” The bouncing, thrusting, and pounding redoubled, and he smiled. He spared one last glance for Havok, and chuckled to see the white dragon on his back now, legs in the air and feet getting licked as he was fucked. Pre spilled all over that scaly belly, his cock looking like it was about to blow. [i]Heh, at least he’s enjoying himself. It’s good to be the Prince of Sluts…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]