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Meet Me in the Dungeon 2
🕑 Added 2021-01-31 04:01:31 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bluepanda1
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“They came in the night, my liege. My family stood no chance, our sons were beaten and we were robbed of any meager value that we had,” the man said, a thin, older dog that held his hat clenched in both paws in front of him. “I only ask for an extension of your already generous protection. I'd try to deal with the matter myself and hire some help, but...like I said, I have no money.”
The saber toothed tiger listened intently as he sat on his large, ornate throne. This was the last audience he was set to have for the day, which he was looking forward to as these kinds of dealings were always so taxing on his mind. It was also not the first time this kind of a complaint had come to him today.
When the dog paused for the king to reply, the tiger turned to his side where a set of trusted advisers stood waiting to give their input. “This has been...the sixth case similar to this?” the king asked.
“That's right, my liege,” one adviser said, a tall, female, black cat dressed in white robes. The other nodded in agreement, an almost identical replica of the first.
“Where is it that you live?” the saber-toothed tiger asked the man.
“Far outside the city, my liege. Near the Amber Keep,” the dog explained quickly.
“That's what I had thought. We are already looking into the bandit issue near the Amber Keep. I will offer you the same that I offered the others with the same problem: two guards to be stationed at your home. They will check in with the rotation that I am currently setting up to hunt down the bandits, so you will need to room them for eight days. Do you have the accommodations?”
“Uh, yes, my liege. We may not have much but we can spare a room for two guards,” the dog said quickly. The king nodded his head.
“We will provide food for them, all you have to do is make sure that they are comfortable,” the tiger continued on.
“Thank you. Thank you so very much, my liege!” the dog said and bowed deeply. A servant of the court stepped up to the dog and lead him away to gather more information and to make the proper arrangements.
The king watched him leave, then ever so faintly, there came a brief knocking sound to the tiger's ears. It was more felt than heard really, but it was done in such a way to alert just the king and no one else.
“If it pleases the court, I would like some privacy in the throne room,” the king said to the full congregation. “Today's duties have concluded, I simply wish to be left alone.”
Everyone in the room glanced to him and then silently nodded or bowed. Then they all began to move towards the far end where the huge double doors made the entrance. He waited patiently as even his guards made their way out, and when the final thud of the massive wooden panels echoed through the room, the king gave a soft sigh.
“I still don't understand why you prefer to stay in the shadows,” the king rumbled, seemingly to the emptiness of the room.
“I thought it was all a part of my duty,” came a soft reply from behind him. Then in near silence, the familiar raccoon stepped into view from beside the throne.
“It doesn't have to be. You can be here as a part of my court if you so wished,” the tiger replied. The feminine male shrugged his shoulders and came to stand in front of the far larger feline and faced towards him.
“It would defeat the purpose of having me here at all if everyone knew of my existence. Best for my part to be a piece not on the game board,” Tarmus went on and winked.
“So be it,” the king shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Have any news for me?”
“I do,” the raccoon said with a grin. The two gazed into each other's eyes for a while longer, silence enveloping the room once more. A minute passed and the tiger quirked an eyebrow when nothing more came from the raccoon.
“Are you going to tell me what the news is?” the king asked, a bit annoyed.
“Of course. But there's the small task of my payment. Can't do everything for free, can I?” Tarmus replied with a smirk.
“I suppose not. So what would you like then?” the tiger mumbled.
Tarmus continued to stare up into his king's eyes as he moved closer. His form pushed between the other's legs and his paws came to rest on the powerful knees at his hips. The Shadow Guard's intentions became immediately recognized by the king and his features shifted into that of a knowing grin.
“Awfully ballsy of you to try any of this within my court,” the king rumbled and fixed his paws to the armrests of his throne.
“It's the fact that we're in your court that makes it so appealing. I bet you've never fucked anyone on your throne before,” Tarmus said as his paws stroked up the other's thighs, eventually coming to rest on the hem of the larger male's pants.
“You'd be surprised,” the tiger chuckled.
“Well, that's a little disappointing. I was hoping I'd be doing something with you that hasn't been done before,” the raccoon said as he gingerly tugged down the tigers pants to mid thigh, the king's hips shifting from side to side to help the process along.
“Give it some time. If you're looking for suggestions, I have plenty,” the tiger rumbled and then let out a low purr as he felt the other's paws gently place around the hefty sheath at his groin. There was a pink tip that was peaking out and the clean, yet strong musk brought a thrill through the smaller male's mind.
“Perhaps, but for now I'm content with this,” Tarmus said back and leaned his head down for the tiger's crotch. His face brushed against the soft fur of the white sheath and he drew in a much deeper breath of the tantalizing smell of the powerful feline.
His lips grazed up the side of the pouch and when they came to the top, he pushed down, forcing the sides of the sheath to press back and make the soft cock within to become exposed. It was as thick and delicious as Tarmus remembered and he moaned to himself as he drew more of it between his lips.
The king's response was immediate. The muscles along his arms and chest flexed as he was hit with an immediate wave of pleasure. Blood was quick to flow between his legs and his member began swelling. The welcomed increase within the feminine male's mouth made him slurp loudly and push his head down to accept as much of the growing dick as he could.
It wasn't long at all before the king was at a full stand with precum dripping from the tip. Tarmus was happy to suck away any juices that the tiger gave him to be swallowed down into his happily awaiting belly.
Unfortunately when the throbbing shaft grew to be too long for the raccoon to handle, he wrapped his paws around the base and began to bob his head around the upper half. His tongue swirled around the tip whenever he would draw up far enough with his lips keeping an otherwise perfect seal against the rigid flesh.
The king's hips pushed up to meet the other's mouth whenever he would dip down. It was an exquisite sensation of how tight the raccoon kept his lips to the other's surface. The small tongue would press to the underside of the throbbing girth and encourage even more precum to spill out.
The motions of the two steadily grew more aggressive as time went on. With each movement of Tarmus's head a bit more of the tiger's cock would push inside. The tip bumped against the back of his throat and had even begun to push down his esophagus. He struggled to keep his gag reflex from overpowering his other motions but it was often impossible to control.
Saliva spilled down the sides of the king's member, of which the raccoon's paws smeared over the bottom half. The entire impressive organ gleamed in the midday light that filtered through the high up windows of the court room.
Heavy moans spilled from the tiger's mouth as the pleasure mounted quickly, his body seeming to just move on its own when the sensations grew too intense. Despite the ever flowing cascade of warmth up and down his dick, there was more that the king wanted. He reached out with one paw and gently grasped the side of the raccoon's cheek at a point that he was drawing back.
Tarmus's eyes fluttered open and he looked up at the tiger with the cock tip hanging between his lips. The king cleared his throat, grinned, and spoke, “I think you've gotten me ready enough. Present yourself to me.”
Tarmus slipped his mouth back all the way and gave the tip one last lick. “Yes, my liege,” he whispered happily and then stood up. He turned his back to the tiger and slid his paws down to his lithe yet rounded hips with thumbs hooking into the hem of his pants. He pushed the garment down effortlessly, bending over to make sure it went all the way to his feet. As he did, his fluffy tail flicked high over his back, giving the tiger a tantalizing view of the pink tailhole between his toned buttcheeks.
The king rumbled another appreciative purr at the sight and reached out to stroke his large paws over the other's soft thighs. Tarmus stood there completely bottomless as the king admired his Shadow Guard's physique. He even giggled when he felt the king's lips and nose brush across his backside in an affectionate nuzzle.
Tarmus gave a slight wiggle of his hips to get the tiger to lean back enough for the real fun to begin. It was a gesture that garnered a slight growl of annoyance but it otherwise went unheard as the raccoon began to back up. The king was obviously not used to taking orders, but his grievance with the assertive raccoon fell by the wayside as Tarmus settled his legs between the tiger's knees.
The tiger's paws gently settled upon the armrests of his throne once again and his back braced against the comfortable cushion as he watched his Shadow Guard do as he wished. With his cock standing straight up, it wasn't difficult for Tarmus to maneuver it against his ass. With his tail still raised high, nothing obscured the view of supple cheeks as they gingerly splayed open as he staggered his legs.
In a slow, tantalizing fashion, Tarmus lowered his backside to the king's awaiting pyre. His tight asshole pressed over the tip and spread easily to accommodate the feline's impressive size. A soft grunt escaped him as he let his weight do most of the work, his insides graciously accepting the member deep inside, stretching his muscular ring and sending a blissful shiver up the femboy's spine.
In a similar fashion, a pleasured groan rumbled form the king's throat as he felt his cock get squeezed and drawn in. While it was certainly a tight fit, the slick insides of the other's body were quick to accept every inch that he had. It took less time than expected for the raccoon to get comfortable with such a full sensation, but when he did the motions of his lower body began right away.
Tarmus reached back and set his paws on the ends of the throne's armrests for leverage as he drew his hips up and back down. Each gentle sway of his body came with a subtle shift of his hips from side to side in an attempt to grind back on the king's lap. The distinct motion had the king purring like thunder as his length was serviced in a manner appropriate for his title.
The raccoon grinned to himself as he heard those appreciative sounds. It made him move faster and harder to get the king to make more loud and less constrained noises. It began to have the affect that he wanted, as the purr of his lover grew louder and the moans increased in volume.
It was a show that had the king hungry for more. Tarmus swayed his backside in a dancing rhythm that was punctuated by the drumbeat of thighs meeting lap. The pace continued to get faster, and each time the raccoon would draw up he would clench his tight hole to add as much pleasure as he could.
Seeing the king's face contort into a mask of pleasure spurred the feminine male to keep up the quickened rate. His own small cock had grown in size from its sheath and now bounced with every motion. While he felt the tiger's precum begin to spill inside and coat his inner walls, so too did the clear liquid spill from the tip of his own small shaft.
The king's claws flexed and dug into the decorative wood of his throne. The pleasure grew greater as time went on and soon he couldn't keep himself from bucking his lap up to meet the other's as it would come down. The satisfying clap echoed through the room and the aggressive action brought a breathy whimper of ecstasy from Tarmus.
The raccoon's prostate was being battered and ground against with each pass the other's dick made. Fingers of bliss raced up his sides and made his body tremble ever so slightly. It had Tarmus's mind racing with ecstasy saturated thoughts when he suddenly felt the king's strong paws grab him by the waist.
No longer content with just letting the femboy ride back on him and occasionally giving aid, the king now wanted an active role in the fun. The raccoon's body was suddenly jolted back to lean against the tiger's broad chest. His feet were forced up from the ground and now hung in the air level with his stomach. The king's powerful hold switched from the other's hips to his knees and held him in this spread-eagle state as a new angle of entry was created.
Tarmus's prostate now became exclusively pounded against as the king arched his hips up at an alarming speed. Each thrust was so strong it made the raccoon's entire body shudder and his little cock would flick so violently that pearls of precum were being flung everywhere.
A resounding growl of concentration and pleasure emanated from the tiger's chest as he looked down over his prized fuck toy. A near constant grin was splayed over his face as the small squeaks and cries of bliss fell at a near constant rate from Tarmus's mouth. He even squirmed in a feeble attempt to escape or to cope with the waves of intense that were coursing through him now. It all gave off an endearing show.
At first, the sudden change in energy from the king was unusual until Tarmus realized how close the king was getting to climax. His cock had swelled just a little bit, but pumping within such a tight hole it was very noticeable. It was also the telltale sign of a rapidly approaching end to their fun, of which the raccoon was happy to accept.
Thundering groans rolled from the king's slack jaw. His eyes gently closed as he let the powerful muscles of his body take over. Indeed, the shadow guard's unheard thoughts had been right. The powerful surge of pleasure was starting at the base of the tiger's cock and it was threatening to erupt out. It gained so much momentum so quickly that the king had no time to warn his lover. Not that he would have if given the time anyway.
A thunderous snarl tore its way from the king's throat as the first surge of hot cum painted Tarmus's inner walls. The sudden pressure was too much to bare and it triggered the raccoon's own orgasm, though at a much smaller volume. Little arcs of his white jizz spurted from the tip of his aching length, gone entirely unnoticed by the feline as his hips still worked.
From every thrust there came an immediate gush of thick, feline seed. In about twenty seconds Tarmus already felt full and maybe a bit swollen, but that was more likely due to his body coming to a full rest on the other's lap. The tiger's cock still throbbed inside of him but it's rush of cum had tapered fast.
Tarmus's breathing was far heavier and feverish than the king's. With as toned and fit of a body that he had, a rough, quick fuck wasn't enough to drain him too much of his energy. In all honesty he could have gone another round if the raccoon was willing, but it was clear that he wasn't.
Tarmus let himself calm down and to get his breathing under control. When he finally had, he shifted his hips and leaned forward as the king's hold released his legs. The shrinking cock spilled out of his loosened, cummy hole without much issue, leaving the white smeared member behind to lay limp across the king's impressive ballsack. His muscles were sore from being in such an awkward position, but given a few quick stretches helped work out the kinks. When he felt himself better composed, he turned back around to the king and smirked.
“Always worth the information that I gather,” he said with a small giggle.
“Speaking of, I would say that I have earned what you know,” the tiger replied.
“Indeed. Well then, the kingdom to the West. Arintold? Their lordship is having doubts of your throne's strength. Given that you hold such important trading routes but lack as powerful of a standing army as you could have, they fear that a strong enough attack may give enemy forces control of the region,” Tarmus recounted.
The king gave a dismissive scoff and click of his tongue before shaking his head. “Hardly makes sense, my standing forces could topple Arintold if I were to give the order. They have no place for criticism,” he rumbled his annoyed response.
Tarmus just gave a shrug of his shoulders. “I'm not here to deliver any messages, just to relay information.”
“As you have. Then I suppose your are dismissed,” the tiger replied and stood up. He drew his pants back up his thighs and tied them tight once more. The raccoon bowed deeply and smiled happily.
“Thank you, my liege. I will be sure to come back with any recent news that I come across. Until then, I'll be in the shadows,” the femboy replied as he too gathered his bottoms and slipped them back on. He made like he were about to walk back behind the throne but was suddenly stopped by the king's paws grasping his upper arm.
“Before you go, I have another favor to ask.” The raccoon turned to him and waited for him to continue. “We seem to have a bandit issue. I know that you refuse to work with my guards but could you please try and do something about this problem? I'm hardly a king to be revered if I can't protect the lower caste of my rule.”
“Consider it done, my liege. Their heads will be on pikes by the morning,” Tarmus said with a wink. The tiger nodded and released the far smaller male. Once given the opportunity, the raccoon dashed to the back of the throne and the sound of his footfalls vanished as soon as he were out of sight. The king blinked in confused and craned his body around to peer behind his throne, but found nothing other than the flat of its back and the shadow that it cast.
