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Northern Hospitality
🕑 Added 2017-08-04 15:06:44 +0000 UTC (Download for multiple hi-rez versions)Finally finished!
The zip has eight different versions for you. A'khyl and Ciaran won July's poll. Here's what the voting looked like:
- A'khyl/Ciaran - Northern Hospitality - 93
- Ridley/Pavel - Incestuous Pirates - 47
- Zack/Killian - Rainforest Tribal Parley - 35
If you like a little story with your porn, keep reading:
NORTHERN HOSPITALITY
The Queen has prepared a gift for you, my Vigor, said the steward as he led Prince Akhyl down an icy corridor, As a show of Northern hospitality.
Akhyl had no illusions about what the gift might be. In both his Kingdom and the North, it was customary to entertain guests with the comforts of a consort. In these cold lands, it seemed all the more necessary to keep warm at night with the help of another body under the bed furs. The castle theyd come to visit was magnificent, but freezing, in the literal sense. It had been built entirely from ice, snow and stone. Over many ages and generations, it had been sculpted against a mountain face and extended across the tundra, visible for miles. The air remained so frigid that the sconces lighting the halls did nothing to melt the surrounding ice. It was claimed no fire could melt the frozen halls of the North.
The steward stopped as another servant, dressed in simple leathers, scurried forward to whisper something in his ear. Oh, said the steward. Apologies, my Vigor, it seems theres been a slight change in your companionship for the night.
Akhyl bristled. It would be just like his older brother to reappoint their consorts based on his preference. Never the less, he followed the steward down a different corridor. As they walked, the décor became more elaborate. Here the walls were carved with glistening friezes depicting reindeer pulling sledges and cervine gods passing down gifts to the royal families of generations long past.
The steward stopped in front of an arched doorway. Your companion will be with you soon, he said. Please, make yourself comfortable.
There was no door, so to maintain privacy there was a short, curving hallway into the bed chamber. When he emerged inside, Akhyl had to take a moment to take in the splendor.
The room boasted high ceilings and similarly elaborate friezes to the hallway, except some extended into the room in full sculptures of prancing deer. At the end of the room was an alcove with steps leading into it. Ample furs had been laid in the alcove and candles gave the interior a warm light. As he stepped into the alcove, he noticed a banner adorning the wall inside, dyed with the rich blue colours of the Northern Kingdom. Mounted on it was a pair of antlers, eight-pointed and impressive. It immediately struck Akhyl as odd that a cervine kingdom would decorate its walls with antlers.
Theyre a measure of status, said a voice from behind him. Akhyl turned sharply to take in the most beautiful elk hed ever seen. He had seal-pointed buckskin fur and a thick ruff to rival A'khyl's own mane. Around his waist was a simple leather wrap with fur trim. His antlers were decorated with intricate jewelry, silver wire wrapping around them in curving patterns and blue jewels twinkling from rings and chains.
He was also familiar. Akhyl had met him briefly that very morning. Hed been seated at the left hand of the queen.
It was her son, the Prince Ciaran.
We shed our antlers once a year, Ciaran continued, ignoring how Akhyl gawked at him. The largest pair weve ever grown are mounted in our chambers as a show of our strength and growth. The more points, the better, he explained. He tilted his head to one side, regarding the antlers with a musing expression. I still have a ways to go if Im to rival my fathers. They were the ones in the throne room.
Akhyl knew them. They were difficult to miss, towering atop the Queens throne.
I apologize, Akhyl started to say, the steward must have been mistaken and taken me to the wrong chamber.
Ciaran laughed. There was no mistake, he said. The elk reached down and undid a tie on the leather wrap. It fell from around his waist and pooled around his hooves. I asked for you specifically.
Akhyl momentarily forgot how to speak. He may have been the predator, but he felt more like prey as Ciaran mounted the steps into the alcove. Akhyl swallowed. The elk had long, slender legs, and between them hung a long, slender cock to match.
He finally found his voice. Im engaged.
As am I. To a man I dont love and who doesnt love me. A situation Im sure youre familiar with? Ciaran advanced, kneeling on the furs and touching a hand to Akhyls chest. Your brother also asked for me specifically, but I told him I had another engagement. There eyes met for a burning moment. I dont want him. I want you.
Akhyls heart gave a pathetic, desperate thump as Ciaran threw a leg over his hips to straddle him. Staring up into Ciarans deep, blue eyes, it was impossible to resist. All sense of duty and responsibility failed him. The elk leaned down, pressing their lips together in a soft, insistent kiss, and all of Akhyls resistance melted away. It was so cold, but Ciarans warmth seeped into his bones and stoked a flame in his heart.
No one had chosen Akhyl over his brother before.
Tentative at first, Akhyl raised a paw to Ciarans neck and threaded his fingers through the thick fur there, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Ciarans hands fisted in his mane too, drawing him closer. His tongue slid sensuously against the lions lower lip, then inside. With that, the flame in Akhyls chest grew to a roaring blaze, and they fell backwards into the furs to kiss in earnest.
Ciaran was sinuous and incorrigible atop him, bearing his hips down into Akhyls so there was no ignoring his arousal. Frotting like inexperienced teenagers, their cocks slid together, wet with precum. Ciaran finally let out a sound, a small strangled cry, when Akhyls free hand gripped his backside and dragged their bodies closer.
Akhyl thought this would be a very short tryst indeed if Ciaran made that noise again, but instead the elk withdrew, keeping Akhyl where he was with a firm hand on his chest. A second later, Akhyl realized what was happening.
Ciaran kneeled over his straining erection, wiggling his hips until he was positioned perfectly. Akhyl snatched at the elks wrist, panicked at the sight alone. He was a great deal larger than Ciaran.
A very great deal.
Let me prepare you first, he said. Ciaran laughed again, a musical sound.
You think I wouldnt come prepared? Ciaran pressed down and Akhyl understood immediately. He was slicked and pliant. The image of Ciaran on his back, legs spread, probing himself with an oil slicked finger and thinking of the lion prince inside of him flashed in his mind like a scarlet flag waved before a bull.
He let out a groan. Ciaran braced both hands against the lions chest, arched his back and shallowly humped Akhyls cock only taking the head, but it was enough. Akhyl threw his head back and a purr reverberated in his chest like the rumble of distant thunder. Yes, he gritted out. Ohh oh gods.
There are no gods here, Ciaran whispered back, voice husky with strain. Just me. And he took Akhyl to the root, fitting on his cock like a glove. He rolled his hips, letting out a full-throated moan, testing the feel of that thick, engorged cock filling him entirely.
Akhyl lasted as long as he was able. Ciaran humped his cock with the sort of enthusiasm Akhyl could never have found in the South. He bit his lip and thrust into the movement. When he looked down, it was to see Ciarans fully erect cock bouncing against his navel, strings of precum swinging and sticking between them, while his own cock vanished in and out of the elks tight ass. When he looked up, it was into the gasping, moaning face of a man who enjoyed nothing more than this being filled up and stretched and bred.
Ciaran, Im-
I know, me too, came the choked reply. And with that Ciaran slammed his hips down, burying Akhyl all the way inside him and spurting ropes of sticky cum onto their bare chests. Akhyls balls throbbed against the elks ass, unloading everything he had. Ciaran found it enough in his wobbly legs to give Akhyl a few more persuasive humps to draw out their orgasms. He took Akhyls paw and drew the thumb into his mouth, sucking, not breaking eye contact, promising that this was not the last time they would meet like this.
When Akhyl was finally released from his grip, it was to be overwhelmed with a boneless exhaustion only obtained from a thorough fucking. Panting, he looked down to see the mess theyd made. Their fur was drenched in sweat and cum, connected by stringing webs of it. Akhyl leaned forward to drag his rough tongue up the elks neck in silent gratitude. Ciaran lifted off his softening cock and promptly collapsed against his chest.
Once hed regained his breath, Ciaran said, I can call the servants in to clean us up.
Let them wait, Akhyl said, still coming off the high. Hed fucked the prince of their allied country. The prince whod wanted him badly enough to risk a diplomatic incident. Looking at Ciarans peaceful face, he wondered how it was possible that the elks betrothed did not love him.
After a time of basking in one another, Ciaran did call in the servants. They were quick and efficient, never lingering too long in any one area with their warm cloths. Once the traces of their affair had been mopped from their fur, the servants left.
You trust your servants not to tell? the lion asked as Ciaran tied his clothes back on.
Where would be the fun in that?
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Hope you enjoy it!
Comments
I've always loved your art but I must say I'm thoroughly impressed with this! More than just the porno part of it, this eyes and that expression. Just makes me feel all warm inside :)
Demicoeur
Thanks so much!!! I'm glad you enjoy them, I'll definitely try to incorporate little stories with each piece like this.
Diego P
OMG please more stories like this! you are really good at it!
Demicoeur
Thank you! Yes, I wrote the story too :)
Francis C
Damn, you really outdid yourself with this one. Did you write the story as well?
Scarlet565
It's a little hard to see, but the smaller one is a buck
Ulthar
awesome, both art and the story
Andres Campos
Are they both male?
