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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Prince’s Pleasurable Flight\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nPrince Saunak had traveled out of the airport at Arapadad a number of times, and each occasion to leave the country had been filled with a decreasing amount of pomp and circumstance. Once the modernized staff had gotten used to the idea that the prince really was the sort of slut that the rumors said he was, the mongoose’s presence went from an honor to either an annoyance or a temptation, depending on who you asked. After all, some of the officers at the airport liked the chance to get a quicky with the royal hole, while others were more inclined to leave him alone and wave him through before he caused an incident. \n\nIt never worked, of course – there was little that one could do to stop a determined royal from getting his hole fucked or his rocks off – but they tried. \n\nSaunak sighed as he slid off the crocodile’s arm buried deep in his ass. The feeling of his inner walls clenching down on that thick, scaly limb was just as good as it always was – better than some of the horses back in the capitol, actually – and his dick jumped in the front of his tugged-down pants as the reptile’s balled-up hand finally popped free. His ass clenched shut, almost but not quite closing, and he sighed to himself as he pulled the back of his pants up. \n\n“Mmmm, I must say that I [i]love[/i] the cavity search. I hope that you enjoyed the feel of a royal hole on your arm, good guard,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he adjusted his vest, the purple stones on it reflecting the halogen lights overhead. “I think this is probably your first time with me, am I right?”\n\n“Well…I – I don’t know if I’d call fisting you a first time.”\n\n“Well, I’m not sure that I’d call seven inches a cock, but then again, we both have our preferences, don’t we?” \n\nSaunak chuckled, the mongoose sixth-in-line for the throne twirling on the spot as he collected himself. A few practiced clenches brought the sides of his rim back to touching each other, and he adjusted his cock in the front of his pants so that it wasn’t tenting quite so much as it had been. No point in showing off [i]that[/i] bit of the royal personage when it was the other end that really deserved the attention. \n\n“I still feel like I should have gotten to fuck you,” the crocodile muttered, adjusting his own bulge on the other side of the exam room. “I just – the others said –”\n\n“Others?” Saunak chuckled. “Oh, please, don’t go insulting me. I have my standards: eight inches, minimum, and a goodly bit of thickness to go with it. I haven’t met more than twenty people in the entire airport that have managed to meet those standards, so if there’s been more than that bragging in your staff, then they’re lying.”\n\n“What – really? But you – you’re the –”\n\n“The Shame of Aparajita? The Slut-Prince? The Royal Bottom? The Embarrassment of the Century? He Who Will Never Sire?” \n\nSaunak laughed as he turned on his heel, a spin and dance-step carrying him back in front of the crocodile. He danced his fingers up the other male’s chest, stopping them under the guard’s chin as he kept chuckling. \n\n“Oh, indeed, but there are certain things that even a slut should chase. I would hardly be one to settle for less than the best, would I?” \n\n“…”\n\n“Now, I have a flight to get to – a personal jet, of course – so if we’re done here?”\n\n“Y-yeah. We’re done. You’re clear.”\n\n“Wonderful. Oh, and here.”\n\nSaunak reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet. A couple large notes would suffice, he decided, and he tucked them into the crocodile’s pants, making sure to wrap them around the base of the scaly’s cock. \n\n“For your time.”\n\n“…I – I have no idea how to feel about that…”\n\n“Feel flattered. Spend it on someone else and pretend that it’s me. It won’t be as good, of course, but what is? Ha!”\n\nSpinning on his heel, Saunak left the exam room. The whites of his clothes were already hiding the slight stain on the front, but he tugged the yellow sash of a belt he wore over his crotch to make sure that there was nothing to be seen. \n\nAs he walked through the side security area, he glanced toward the security lines. They were filled with other citizens and tourists that were making their way through, some getting patted down, others getting scanned. Some of them were staring at him, of course, and he slowed his pace, taking his time to make sure that every step, every graceful pace, showed off the sway of his hips and the roll of his ass. \n\n[i]Mmmm, that’s it. Keep all your eyes on me, men. I want you to go home and wonder if your partners feel as good as my ass would,[/i] he thought, lifting his tail that little bit further. \n\nIt was so easy to enjoy the feeling of those eyes on him. Everywhere he went, there was always someone that wanted to get an eye-full of one of the princes. His reflection followed him, and he almost chuckled at the smirk it had. Oh, he was [i]bad[/i], but he loved it. \n\nSoft, tawny-brown fur melted into a creamy white over his chest, and half-lidded golden eyes peered back at him. His brush of a tail swayed from side to side with his hips, and he knew that from behind it looked more like a well-curved female than a male. He’d snared more than one tourist that way, and he loved taking advantage of them. \n\nOf course, he knew that some of them would be judging him for going barefoot through the terminal. He didn’t care; he went barefoot everywhere. A prince of his stature should be allowed to do what they wanted rather than conform to the ‘standards’ and ‘dress code’ of the rest of the world. \n\nLeaving the glass barrier behind, Saunak was pulled to a sharp halt by an elephant standing on the other side. He yelped, looking the big gray guard up and down before getting his smirk back. \n\n“Mmmm, now that’s what I like to see. [i]You[/i] look like at least eight inches.”\n\n“Your family called ahead; plane’s that way,” the elephant said, pointing to the left.\n\n“Mmmm, you sure? I think that we can find a bathroom over that way,” Saunak said, nodding to the right. “And that way you can see how much you can stuff in a royal’s hole.”\n\n“You were just cavity-checked, sir.”\n\n“A hand isn’t a cock.”\n\n“…”\n\n“You’re tempted, aren’t you?” Saunak teased, resting one hand on the elephant’s khaki-covered crotch and giving him a little squeeze. “Come now, you can spare ten minutes. I promise I’ll get you off faster than that, but I’m sure you’ll last as long as you can.”\n\n“Mmmph…I didn’t think –”\n\n“Oh, I don’t want you to [i]think,[/i]” Saunak said, slowly bringing his hand up and past the elephant’s waistband. “I want you to do something much, much simpler than that.”\n\nThe security guard’s face changed from gray to red as Saunak dipped his fingers into the elephant’s pants, fanning them out around the thick gray shaft waiting for him. He leaned forward, his smile growing as he saw that there was at least a two-and-a-half inch thickness waiting for him. The elephant’s cock was still mostly soft, too, slowly rising as he stroked his hand over the dark flesh. \n\n“All I need you to do is give me a few humps. I’ll take care of the rest, big guy,” he said, looking back up past the trunk. “What do you say?”\n\n“I – mmmph – I say that – that you need to get to your – ah – plane!”\n\n“Mmmm, do I really have to?”\n\n“Regs are regs!”\n\nThe elephant’s shout pulled a few dozen eyes their way, and it clearly humiliated the guard more than a little bit if the redness spreading across his face was anything to go by. Still, Saunak was impressed that the guard wrapped his trunk around his royal throat and pulled him back. He coughed as he was dropped on the ground once more, rubbing his neck as the guard turned him around and pointed him in the proper direction. \n\n“Just – just fuck your flight attendants or something,” the elephant muttered. “As long as you get in the air on time.”\n\n“Spoilsport.”\n\n“Some of us have to work for a living, dammit.”\n\n“Mmm, and some of us don’t. Guess which one I am.”\n\nStill, he wasn’t going to make their lives too much harder. The whole point was to have fun, after all, and pushing too much was only going to make it worse. He shrugged; there’d be more on the plane for him to enjoy. \n\n#\n\nTen minutes later, he was walking up the ramp to the second private jet that the royal family kept for their travels. They had three: the first was reserved for the king, the third was currently under maintenance for upgrades, and this one was due for more of the same once the third was back in service. They were all more or less the same model with different accessories, as far as Saunak knew. Which wasn’t saying much; even his ass couldn’t take getting fucked by a plane, so his interest was mild, at best. \n\nThe mongoose sashayed up the steps, waiting for one of the attendants to notice him and take his luggage. It took longer than usual; a stallion finally met him at the top of the steps, bowing his head and offering his hand. \n\n“Your Highness. Sorry for the delays, we were –”\n\n“Yes, yes, whatever. Just strip down like always so I have my eye candy for take-off.”\n\n“Sir –”\n\n“I’m the only one traveling today, and I insist. Pants. Off.”\n\nThe stallion’s cheeks burned. Clearly, he was still new. Saunak sighed, then threw himself into a half-spin as he clicked his fingers three times. \n\nThe resulting fire – one of many things that he could do with his Dancing, but certainly one of the more impressive – burned through the stallion’s blue pants. They were turned to ash in seconds, leaving behind a now-hairless sac and sheath. The flight attendant’s eyes went wide. \n\n“Y-Your Highness?!”\n\n“Let me remind you the conditions of flying me, hmmmmm? I hire the guys with the biggest dicks to attend my flights. The [i]biggest.[/i] And that means that I want to see more than a cloth-restrained bulge. I want big, fat hard-ons bouncing in my face all the way there. I want my people to be harder than a rabbit overdosed on Viagra for the entire time I’m looking at them. I’m sure you saw the cock rings and vibrators that are meant to keep you that way for me. So.”\n\nHe tossed his bag to the stallion. \n\n“Put that away, get hard, and join the others. I expect you ready for the first orgy in an hour.”\n\n“…First?!”\n\n“Of at least three; we are flying to America, after all,” Saunak said, stepping around the horse. “Now, my seat…”\n\nThe private jet was narrow and certainly shorter than the average commercial jet. He looked down the length of it to the small table that was bolted to the floor toward the back. His father usually used those to host meetings during the long flights that he was often on. Saunak liked using it as a brace for getting fucked, or a nice lifted spot to keep his hips up at the right level for the big men that he hired. \n\nAs usual, the other flight attendants were ready for him. Three elephants, one orca, a shark, and another stallion – this one older, more experienced – all waited around the table. As he’d asked, they were all naked from the waist down, their cocks at least at half-mast, and the sight of such huge things put a smile on his face. A flared head, the pointed, slick tip of an orca’s tentacle-style cock, the elephants a mix of uncut humanoid shafts and the long, heavy things spilling from their sheaths, and the double-dicks of the shark: they were a welcome sight after getting teased with cocks that came close but didn’t [i]quite[/i] hit his standards. \n\nSaunak sauntered over, smiling as he reached out to the stallion and the first elephant. He cradled their balls between his fingers, watching as their cocks twitched upward, hardening, stiffening. Eight inches with another two to go on the stallion, with the elephant already straining at a full nine but [i]so[/i] thick. The mongoose licked his lips, leaning over to kiss the head. Salty pre-cum met his lips and pulled away in strings as he dragged his head upright again. \n\n“Mmmmm, [i]that[/i] is what I needed.”\n\nHe climbed onto the table, crawling across it and fondling his men as he went. The hardness, the throbbing pulse through the cocks, the way that the cabin was already starting to smell like sex: all of it pulled his thoughts away from the annoying past and the looming future, focusing him on nothing but the pure pleasure around him. \n\n“Mmmmm-mmmm! My wonderful attendants…”\n\nSquirming off the other side, he wondered which he should take first. They were all good, all with wonderful features that would make him feel like a new man once he got a rut. The elephants were great two at a time; the double penetration felt amazing, and it was the closest anyone ever got to ‘ruining’ his ass. But maybe he should take the shark first, let him go all the way down to that slit and work his cock-magic back there, twitching them back and forth like meaty fingers. Or maybe – \n\nA tail grabbed him by the ankle. Saunak turned, but too late; one coil, then another spun around his legs, trapping him in place. The door to the plane slammed shut as a soft hiss finally reached his ears. \n\n“Sssssso, the little mongoossssse finally arrivesssss.”\n\nSaunak’s blood ran cold. Even as he tried to twist up and away, the rest of the naga’s body emerged from under the table. Long but thick, the serpent’s body was powerful enough to grip and coil and [i]squeeze[/i] him in place. His legs ground against each other as the massive serpent wrapped up and around his waist, broad arms grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him in place. \n\n“Now, now, let’ssss not fight,” the naga whispered in his ear, the snake’s broad hood falling over his arms like a cape. “We’re about to leave. And we will have ssssuch fun in the air…”\n\nToo late, Saunak looked up and saw the empty, spiraling eyes of his attendants. Each one must have been hypnotized before he’d boarded, and now – \n\n“Sssstruck sssspeachlesssss?” the naga whispered in his ear. “The Ssssshame of Aparajita, ssssilent for once?”\n\n“Mmmph…no,” Saunak grunted, rolling his shoulders from side to side in a vain attempt to find a gap in the snake’s hold. “Just thinking of how everyone will be surprised when I come back with a naga under arrest. So, just checking. Solo operative or working with the Great Hood?”\n\n“Sssss. Wouldn’t you like to know?”\n\n“Funny. Guess I’ll get it out of you when we land.”\n\n“Hsssss. You ssssay that like you will sssstill have a will of your own.”\n\n“Guess that’s the cue for the hypnosis, hmm?”\n\n“Yessssss. Turn around, little mongoossssse. No. I will turn you mysssself.”\n\nHe knew this part was coming. Truth to tell, he knew that it would be nearly impossible to hold back once the naga started; he’d never had the best handle on the mental defenses that the rest of the family learned growing up. Too much discipline, too much focus for him to keep it up. But maybe he’d – \n\nThe naga spun him in its coils, one set rubbing his ass like groping hands. Saunak groaned, biting his lip as he was turned around and – \n\nAnd then faced the naga properly. The snake’s hood spread out wide, the patterns on it glowing ever so slightly. They wrapped around his head and face, pulling him in, making it impossible for him to see anything else. As Saunak groaned, trying to look away, the naga’s eyes started to glow, and that…that was the end of his resistance. \n\nThe first look from his enemy’s glowing eyes locked him down, pinning him in place. Saunak moaned despite himself, staring, his jaw already relaxing and falling open by half an inch. The naga chuckled. \n\n“Mmmm, yessssss, I knew you would not be able to ressssist. A sssslut like you alwayssss wantssss to fall.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Ssssstare, little one. Sssstare into my eyessss, and ssssee the sssslut you want to be.”\n\nThe glowing stare was impossible to look away from, and it only got more intense as faint colors began to rise and ripple through the yellow glow. Purple, blue, green, and more splashed across the naga’s eyes, and each little pulse of color sent a shiver running down his spine. He huffed, trying to resist the pressure and pleasure that the stare brought with it, but the coils gripping him made it…made it very hard to focus on anything but how helpless he was, how good this felt, and…\n\nHe didn’t know when the naga’s tail had worked into his pants, but at some point, they’d been pulled down. Saunak groaned, trying and failing to bring his arms around to cover himself, but the snake’s tail had pulled them behind his back. A little nudge forced his hips forward. \n\n“Mmmm, the Sssshame is quite…sssmall, hehehe. Look at thissss…No more than four inchessss, hmmm?”\n\nA little stroke. Faint, barely there, but enough to make his already-hard dick bounce up and down. A little bead of pre-cum flowed down as the eyes pulsed again, drawing him further down and ripping away any comment he might have made. \n\n“Yessss, ssssso ssssmall, and sssso pointlessssss. Let it fall, sssslut. Let it go sssssoft.”\n\nSaunak groaned, a faint whimper leaving his mouth as he felt the throbbing ease. His tip drifted down, sagging, sagging. Soon, it pointed straight ahead rather than upward. Another hiss from the naga, and it drooped again, again, further and further until it rested against his sac. It felt…puny, even as it dripped like mad. \n\n“Yessssss, much better. No more throbbing for you. No more erectionsssss. Just a ssssoft, helplessss cock…much better for a sssslut like you.”\n\n“Slut…like me…”\n\n“Yessssss, little one…jussssst like you.”\n\n“Just like me…”\n\nHe was repeating. That meant that the snake had already gotten through, already messing with him. Saunak groaned, trying to close his eyes – \n\n“Ulk!”\n\nOnly for the snake’s tail to push in under his, sliding in deeper, deeper, deeper as it filled him up. His feet left the floor, but he couldn’t move. His body was too limp, relaxed, too deep in the naga’s spell. \n\n“Hssss, it will be a pleasssure to usssse you assss you desssserve, but first…”\n\nThe naga laid him over the table. The tail kept sliding in, thick as a fist and as wriggling and playful as an eel. It worked him over, bulging his gut upward, thrusting in, out, in, out, making it impossible for him to think at all. \n\n“Ssssserve your betterssss.”\n\nThe orca stepped forward, his long, pink cock falling and twitching in the direction of Saunak’s mouth. As it neared his lips, Saunak knew that he was falling, slipping further and further into the naga’s power. Everything that he did, every little bit of obedience that he gave, would make him fall further…\n\nBut he couldn’t stop himself. He opened his mouth, letting the slick length past his lips and over his tongue, then into his throat. The mongoose arched his back against the table, whimper-moaning again as it went deep down his neck and the tail pushed in once more. \n\n“Yessss…sssserve and fall…”\n\n[i]Serve and fall…[/i]\n\nHe could only hope that he’d be able to find a way out of this on the other side. He usually did – his attention span was terrible, which meant that hypnosis usually only worked for a short time before he got bored – but there was a first time for everything. And this felt…so good…\n\nThrust. The orca went balls-deep, heavy black and white orbs against his nose and smothering him in musk. \n\nSquelch. The tail went in, lifting his hips off the table as the plane turned toward the runway. \n\nThrust. \n\nSquelch. \n\nThrust. \n\nSquelch. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A little personal story showing the hijinks of a certain horny prince of mine. Enjoy the cock-hound stories of Prince Saunak. \n\nTags: M/M, M/solo, Fisting, Post-Fisting, Tightening Up, Anal, Naga, Hypnosis, Saunak, Mongoose, Orca, Elephant, Various Species, Crocodile, Size Queen, Anal Slut, Erection, Cock Control, Flirting, Royalty, \n",
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The Prince’s Pleasurable Flight By Draconicon
Prince Saunak had traveled out of the airport at Arapadad a number of times, and each occasion to leave the country had been filled with a decreasing amount of pomp and circumstance. Once the modernized staff had gotten used to the idea that the prince really was the sort of slut that the rumors said he was, the mongoose’s presence went from an honor to either an annoyance or a temptation, depending on who you asked. After all, some of the officers at the airport liked the chance to get a quicky with the royal hole, while others were more inclined to leave him alone and wave him through before he caused an incident.
It never worked, of course – there was little that one could do to stop a determined royal from getting his hole fucked or his rocks off – but they tried.
Saunak sighed as he slid off the crocodile’s arm buried deep in his ass. The feeling of his inner walls clenching down on that thick, scaly limb was just as good as it always was – better than some of the horses back in the capitol, actually – and his dick jumped in the front of his tugged-down pants as the reptile’s balled-up hand finally popped free. His ass clenched shut, almost but not quite closing, and he sighed to himself as he pulled the back of his pants up.
“Mmmm, I must say that I love the cavity search. I hope that you enjoyed the feel of a royal hole on your arm, good guard,” he said, looking over his shoulder as he adjusted his vest, the purple stones on it reflecting the halogen lights overhead. “I think this is probably your first time with me, am I right?”
“Well…I – I don’t know if I’d call fisting you a first time.”
“Well, I’m not sure that I’d call seven inches a cock, but then again, we both have our preferences, don’t we?”
Saunak chuckled, the mongoose sixth-in-line for the throne twirling on the spot as he collected himself. A few practiced clenches brought the sides of his rim back to touching each other, and he adjusted his cock in the front of his pants so that it wasn’t tenting quite so much as it had been. No point in showing off that bit of the royal personage when it was the other end that really deserved the attention.
“I still feel like I should have gotten to fuck you,” the crocodile muttered, adjusting his own bulge on the other side of the exam room. “I just – the others said –”
“Others?” Saunak chuckled. “Oh, please, don’t go insulting me. I have my standards: eight inches, minimum, and a goodly bit of thickness to go with it. I haven’t met more than twenty people in the entire airport that have managed to meet those standards, so if there’s been more than that bragging in your staff, then they’re lying.”
“What – really? But you – you’re the –”
“The Shame of Aparajita? The Slut-Prince? The Royal Bottom? The Embarrassment of the Century? He Who Will Never Sire?”
Saunak laughed as he turned on his heel, a spin and dance-step carrying him back in front of the crocodile. He danced his fingers up the other male’s chest, stopping them under the guard’s chin as he kept chuckling.
“Oh, indeed, but there are certain things that even a slut should chase. I would hardly be one to settle for less than the best, would I?”
“…”
“Now, I have a flight to get to – a personal jet, of course – so if we’re done here?”
“Y-yeah. We’re done. You’re clear.”
“Wonderful. Oh, and here.”
Saunak reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet. A couple large notes would suffice, he decided, and he tucked them into the crocodile’s pants, making sure to wrap them around the base of the scaly’s cock.
“For your time.”
“…I – I have no idea how to feel about that…”
“Feel flattered. Spend it on someone else and pretend that it’s me. It won’t be as good, of course, but what is? Ha!”
Spinning on his heel, Saunak left the exam room. The whites of his clothes were already hiding the slight stain on the front, but he tugged the yellow sash of a belt he wore over his crotch to make sure that there was nothing to be seen.
As he walked through the side security area, he glanced toward the security lines. They were filled with other citizens and tourists that were making their way through, some getting patted down, others getting scanned. Some of them were staring at him, of course, and he slowed his pace, taking his time to make sure that every step, every graceful pace, showed off the sway of his hips and the roll of his ass.
Mmmm, that’s it. Keep all your eyes on me, men. I want you to go home and wonder if your partners feel as good as my ass would, he thought, lifting his tail that little bit further.
It was so easy to enjoy the feeling of those eyes on him. Everywhere he went, there was always someone that wanted to get an eye-full of one of the princes. His reflection followed him, and he almost chuckled at the smirk it had. Oh, he was bad, but he loved it.
Soft, tawny-brown fur melted into a creamy white over his chest, and half-lidded golden eyes peered back at him. His brush of a tail swayed from side to side with his hips, and he knew that from behind it looked more like a well-curved female than a male. He’d snared more than one tourist that way, and he loved taking advantage of them.
Of course, he knew that some of them would be judging him for going barefoot through the terminal. He didn’t care; he went barefoot everywhere. A prince of his stature should be allowed to do what they wanted rather than conform to the ‘standards’ and ‘dress code’ of the rest of the world.
Leaving the glass barrier behind, Saunak was pulled to a sharp halt by an elephant standing on the other side. He yelped, looking the big gray guard up and down before getting his smirk back.
“Mmmm, now that’s what I like to see. You look like at least eight inches.”
“Your family called ahead; plane’s that way,” the elephant said, pointing to the left.
“Mmmm, you sure? I think that we can find a bathroom over that way,” Saunak said, nodding to the right. “And that way you can see how much you can stuff in a royal’s hole.”
“You were just cavity-checked, sir.”
“A hand isn’t a cock.”
“…”
“You’re tempted, aren’t you?” Saunak teased, resting one hand on the elephant’s khaki-covered crotch and giving him a little squeeze. “Come now, you can spare ten minutes. I promise I’ll get you off faster than that, but I’m sure you’ll last as long as you can.”
“Mmmph…I didn’t think –”
“Oh, I don’t want you to think,” Saunak said, slowly bringing his hand up and past the elephant’s waistband. “I want you to do something much, much simpler than that.”
The security guard’s face changed from gray to red as Saunak dipped his fingers into the elephant’s pants, fanning them out around the thick gray shaft waiting for him. He leaned forward, his smile growing as he saw that there was at least a two-and-a-half inch thickness waiting for him. The elephant’s cock was still mostly soft, too, slowly rising as he stroked his hand over the dark flesh.
“All I need you to do is give me a few humps. I’ll take care of the rest, big guy,” he said, looking back up past the trunk. “What do you say?”
“I – mmmph – I say that – that you need to get to your – ah – plane!”
“Mmmm, do I really have to?”
“Regs are regs!”
The elephant’s shout pulled a few dozen eyes their way, and it clearly humiliated the guard more than a little bit if the redness spreading across his face was anything to go by. Still, Saunak was impressed that the guard wrapped his trunk around his royal throat and pulled him back. He coughed as he was dropped on the ground once more, rubbing his neck as the guard turned him around and pointed him in the proper direction.
“Just – just fuck your flight attendants or something,” the elephant muttered. “As long as you get in the air on time.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Some of us have to work for a living, dammit.”
“Mmm, and some of us don’t. Guess which one I am.”
Still, he wasn’t going to make their lives too much harder. The whole point was to have fun, after all, and pushing too much was only going to make it worse. He shrugged; there’d be more on the plane for him to enjoy.
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Ten minutes later, he was walking up the ramp to the second private jet that the royal family kept for their travels. They had three: the first was reserved for the king, the third was currently under maintenance for upgrades, and this one was due for more of the same once the third was back in service. They were all more or less the same model with different accessories, as far as Saunak knew. Which wasn’t saying much; even his ass couldn’t take getting fucked by a plane, so his interest was mild, at best.
The mongoose sashayed up the steps, waiting for one of the attendants to notice him and take his luggage. It took longer than usual; a stallion finally met him at the top of the steps, bowing his head and offering his hand.
“Your Highness. Sorry for the delays, we were –”
“Yes, yes, whatever. Just strip down like always so I have my eye candy for take-off.”
“Sir –”
“I’m the only one traveling today, and I insist. Pants. Off.”
The stallion’s cheeks burned. Clearly, he was still new. Saunak sighed, then threw himself into a half-spin as he clicked his fingers three times.
The resulting fire – one of many things that he could do with his Dancing, but certainly one of the more impressive – burned through the stallion’s blue pants. They were turned to ash in seconds, leaving behind a now-hairless sac and sheath. The flight attendant’s eyes went wide.
“Y-Your Highness?!”
“Let me remind you the conditions of flying me, hmmmmm? I hire the guys with the biggest dicks to attend my flights. The biggest. And that means that I want to see more than a cloth-restrained bulge. I want big, fat hard-ons bouncing in my face all the way there. I want my people to be harder than a rabbit overdosed on Viagra for the entire time I’m looking at them. I’m sure you saw the cock rings and vibrators that are meant to keep you that way for me. So.”
He tossed his bag to the stallion.
“Put that away, get hard, and join the others. I expect you ready for the first orgy in an hour.”
“…First?!”
“Of at least three; we are flying to America, after all,” Saunak said, stepping around the horse. “Now, my seat…”
The private jet was narrow and certainly shorter than the average commercial jet. He looked down the length of it to the small table that was bolted to the floor toward the back. His father usually used those to host meetings during the long flights that he was often on. Saunak liked using it as a brace for getting fucked, or a nice lifted spot to keep his hips up at the right level for the big men that he hired.
As usual, the other flight attendants were ready for him. Three elephants, one orca, a shark, and another stallion – this one older, more experienced – all waited around the table. As he’d asked, they were all naked from the waist down, their cocks at least at half-mast, and the sight of such huge things put a smile on his face. A flared head, the pointed, slick tip of an orca’s tentacle-style cock, the elephants a mix of uncut humanoid shafts and the long, heavy things spilling from their sheaths, and the double-dicks of the shark: they were a welcome sight after getting teased with cocks that came close but didn’t quite hit his standards.
Saunak sauntered over, smiling as he reached out to the stallion and the first elephant. He cradled their balls between his fingers, watching as their cocks twitched upward, hardening, stiffening. Eight inches with another two to go on the stallion, with the elephant already straining at a full nine but so thick. The mongoose licked his lips, leaning over to kiss the head. Salty pre-cum met his lips and pulled away in strings as he dragged his head upright again.
“Mmmmm, that is what I needed.”
He climbed onto the table, crawling across it and fondling his men as he went. The hardness, the throbbing pulse through the cocks, the way that the cabin was already starting to smell like sex: all of it pulled his thoughts away from the annoying past and the looming future, focusing him on nothing but the pure pleasure around him.
“Mmmmm-mmmm! My wonderful attendants…”
Squirming off the other side, he wondered which he should take first. They were all good, all with wonderful features that would make him feel like a new man once he got a rut. The elephants were great two at a time; the double penetration felt amazing, and it was the closest anyone ever got to ‘ruining’ his ass. But maybe he should take the shark first, let him go all the way down to that slit and work his cock-magic back there, twitching them back and forth like meaty fingers. Or maybe –
A tail grabbed him by the ankle. Saunak turned, but too late; one coil, then another spun around his legs, trapping him in place. The door to the plane slammed shut as a soft hiss finally reached his ears.
“Sssssso, the little mongoossssse finally arrivesssss.”
Saunak’s blood ran cold. Even as he tried to twist up and away, the rest of the naga’s body emerged from under the table. Long but thick, the serpent’s body was powerful enough to grip and coil and squeeze him in place. His legs ground against each other as the massive serpent wrapped up and around his waist, broad arms grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him in place.
“Now, now, let’ssss not fight,” the naga whispered in his ear, the snake’s broad hood falling over his arms like a cape. “We’re about to leave. And we will have ssssuch fun in the air…”
Too late, Saunak looked up and saw the empty, spiraling eyes of his attendants. Each one must have been hypnotized before he’d boarded, and now –
“Sssstruck sssspeachlesssss?” the naga whispered in his ear. “The Ssssshame of Aparajita, ssssilent for once?”
“Mmmph…no,” Saunak grunted, rolling his shoulders from side to side in a vain attempt to find a gap in the snake’s hold. “Just thinking of how everyone will be surprised when I come back with a naga under arrest. So, just checking. Solo operative or working with the Great Hood?”
“Sssss. Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Funny. Guess I’ll get it out of you when we land.”
“Hsssss. You ssssay that like you will sssstill have a will of your own.”
“Guess that’s the cue for the hypnosis, hmm?”
“Yessssss. Turn around, little mongoossssse. No. I will turn you mysssself.”
He knew this part was coming. Truth to tell, he knew that it would be nearly impossible to hold back once the naga started; he’d never had the best handle on the mental defenses that the rest of the family learned growing up. Too much discipline, too much focus for him to keep it up. But maybe he’d –
The naga spun him in its coils, one set rubbing his ass like groping hands. Saunak groaned, biting his lip as he was turned around and –
And then faced the naga properly. The snake’s hood spread out wide, the patterns on it glowing ever so slightly. They wrapped around his head and face, pulling him in, making it impossible for him to see anything else. As Saunak groaned, trying to look away, the naga’s eyes started to glow, and that…that was the end of his resistance.
The first look from his enemy’s glowing eyes locked him down, pinning him in place. Saunak moaned despite himself, staring, his jaw already relaxing and falling open by half an inch. The naga chuckled.
“Mmmm, yessssss, I knew you would not be able to ressssist. A sssslut like you alwayssss wantssss to fall.”
“Mmmph…”
“Ssssstare, little one. Sssstare into my eyessss, and ssssee the sssslut you want to be.”
The glowing stare was impossible to look away from, and it only got more intense as faint colors began to rise and ripple through the yellow glow. Purple, blue, green, and more splashed across the naga’s eyes, and each little pulse of color sent a shiver running down his spine. He huffed, trying to resist the pressure and pleasure that the stare brought with it, but the coils gripping him made it…made it very hard to focus on anything but how helpless he was, how good this felt, and…
He didn’t know when the naga’s tail had worked into his pants, but at some point, they’d been pulled down. Saunak groaned, trying and failing to bring his arms around to cover himself, but the snake’s tail had pulled them behind his back. A little nudge forced his hips forward.
“Mmmm, the Sssshame is quite…sssmall, hehehe. Look at thissss…No more than four inchessss, hmmm?”
A little stroke. Faint, barely there, but enough to make his already-hard dick bounce up and down. A little bead of pre-cum flowed down as the eyes pulsed again, drawing him further down and ripping away any comment he might have made.
“Yessss, ssssso ssssmall, and sssso pointlessssss. Let it fall, sssslut. Let it go sssssoft.”
Saunak groaned, a faint whimper leaving his mouth as he felt the throbbing ease. His tip drifted down, sagging, sagging. Soon, it pointed straight ahead rather than upward. Another hiss from the naga, and it drooped again, again, further and further until it rested against his sac. It felt…puny, even as it dripped like mad.
“Yessssss, much better. No more throbbing for you. No more erectionsssss. Just a ssssoft, helplessss cock…much better for a sssslut like you.”
“Slut…like me…”
“Yessssss, little one…jussssst like you.”
“Just like me…”
He was repeating. That meant that the snake had already gotten through, already messing with him. Saunak groaned, trying to close his eyes –
“Ulk!”
Only for the snake’s tail to push in under his, sliding in deeper, deeper, deeper as it filled him up. His feet left the floor, but he couldn’t move. His body was too limp, relaxed, too deep in the naga’s spell.
“Hssss, it will be a pleasssure to usssse you assss you desssserve, but first…”
The naga laid him over the table. The tail kept sliding in, thick as a fist and as wriggling and playful as an eel. It worked him over, bulging his gut upward, thrusting in, out, in, out, making it impossible for him to think at all.
“Ssssserve your betterssss.”
The orca stepped forward, his long, pink cock falling and twitching in the direction of Saunak’s mouth. As it neared his lips, Saunak knew that he was falling, slipping further and further into the naga’s power. Everything that he did, every little bit of obedience that he gave, would make him fall further…
But he couldn’t stop himself. He opened his mouth, letting the slick length past his lips and over his tongue, then into his throat. The mongoose arched his back against the table, whimper-moaning again as it went deep down his neck and the tail pushed in once more.
“Yessss…sssserve and fall…”
Serve and fall…
He could only hope that he’d be able to find a way out of this on the other side. He usually did – his attention span was terrible, which meant that hypnosis usually only worked for a short time before he got bored – but there was a first time for everything. And this felt…so good…
Thrust. The orca went balls-deep, heavy black and white orbs against his nose and smothering him in musk.
Squelch. The tail went in, lifting his hips off the table as the plane turned toward the runway.
Thrust.
Squelch.
Thrust.
Squelch.
The End
Summary: A little personal story showing the hijinks of a certain horny prince of mine. Enjoy the cock-hound stories of Prince Saunak.