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King Askia stood atop the cliff overlooking the pier, arms crossed and large ears perked against the blowing wind. Last time he had departed from this port, a regular inspection two days out to sea revealed a few rather important articles to be missing from the cargo, so - this time he made twice as sure to tell his crew to count and double-check everything before setting out. Especially since this time, he would be carrying something even more important. A pair of somethings, actually. And with the work he'd put in to ensure he got them...

The wild dog king kept his eyes squinted against the soon-to-set sun, though focused on the little figures of the dockworkers down below. If all went to plan, this precious cargo of his should be waiting for his verification and approval on the boat already, within his personal quarters; again, with the work he'd put in for them, he wanted to be sure that they received the best of attention and care.

Salt brine coated his lips when he flicked his tongue out over them, beneath that the still-lingering spice of the stew that he'd been served earlier in the afternoon. Admittedly, the food here wasn't bad, or at least no worse than he remembered; it was just the king of this land that left a bad taste in his mouth, and not in the way that Askia might prefer.

He tilted his head to the side and spat against the rocks, giving a satisfying splat. "'Diplomatic mission'. Pfah. Tell me, Zuli: is it still royal diplomacy if almost nothing works out?"

From behind him came the crunching of gravel beneath booted hooves - and then, the familiar low, stone-smooth voice of his chosen... adjutant, for lack of a better word; in reality, this zebra behind him would be King Askia's closest thing to a promised betrothal, if this foreign land were to recognize the union. The wild dog king had had no taste for his late father's chosen arrangements for him, so upon the old king's death and the new king's ascendancy to the throne, his first act of power was to change the laws of his land... and that, in part, lended itself to the failure of this session of diplomacy, to strengthen old bonds and resolidify trade agreements. And it all fell apart, almost entirely because the ruler of this land that Askia visited did not like the thought of an alliance with a land that legally allowed relationships outside of one man and one woman.

Or one man and three to six women at any given time, seeing how this land's king had behaved himself during the meetings.

Just as it always did, Zuli's voice caused a warm, faint stirring in Askia's chest. "_Royal_diplomacy? Yes, my lord. Is it not the royal way for most things to fail, and those that to do not, to be wildly inefficient?"

"Ha!" Askia's tail flicked behind him, and he adjusted his arms in front of his chest. That was one thing that reassured him about his relationship with Zuli, who had originally been downright hesitant: following Askia's claim to the throne and his subsequent release of the zebra from royal servitude, the equine had noticeably opened up and relaxed around his king and partner. Treat me as your equal, Askia had told him, for one day I plan to make you mine. "Clever. Are we all set to depart?"

"Yes, sir." A tickling current of air brushed along Askia's side as Zuli came to stand next to him, hands clasped behind his back and shoulders raised. A little bonus that came as a result of the king's romantic interest in this zebra was that it provided a damn good image to anyone who didn't know him: slim, small-of-stature African wild dog escorted by a large, solid equine. Besides - when his personal bodyguard has as much meat between his legs as he does along his forearm...

"And the brothers?"

"I personally saw them into your chambers, as requested. His Majesty tried everything he could to keep himself from recognizing the trade agreement you two had made-"

That was at least the one good thing to come out this fiasco. The last time he had travelled here, Askia met a stunning male otter body servant who had caught his attention and remained in his mind for months after, so of course when he learned it was time for him to visit again, he wanted to find this otter. Those two would be this 'precious cargo' of his.

"-but..." Here, a little bit of tingling enjoyment audibly crept into Zuli's voice. Beside him, his bodyguard shifted. "The people here have never seen a zebra before. They call me a horse, but the stripes catch their attention... and by that time, they've gotten a good enough look at me to realize that maybe it's not a great idea to go against my wishes."

Satisfied with the bustle down on the pier, Askia turned to start making his way towards the path that would eventually lead down there. That was another thing different about this land: back home it was just flat, grassy plains, smooth rolling hills, the occasional river valley cut through the surface of the land. Here, it was rocks and mountains, stone scarps, cliffs looming down over any common road. Hell, the original walk from the pier to the palace when he'd first arrived had left Askia with a stinging soreness behind his knees.

"So you did not have to use force?"

In another few seconds, Zuli had caught up to him and walked beside him. It was easier for the zebra, already being taller than him and also considerably more physically honed. "No, sir. Save for one guard who got in the way. But he was drunk, and thought me a stone statue."

"He said that to you?"

"No. He dropped his pants and prepared to mark my leg. Ah - my lord, did you know that bladder control is not retained if knocked unconscious?"

King Askia pulled his doublet closer around himself against the cool kiss of the ocean wind. Since he first managed to find that otter, shy Luke with the sky-blue eyes, he had wanted nothing more than to set out and head back home... until, of course, this otter told him everything that had happened since his last visit, as well as the condition of body servants like himself and his brother.

It was not like the borderline enviable conditions, to a peasant, of the royal servants back in Askia's home land. Here, the servants lived fifteen to a room with only the threadbare scraps of other torn-up blankets left between them - but not that that really mattered, since apparently they each managed to sleep only about three hours out of the day before duty called again for them.

At one point during the meetings with the other king, Askia had just lot patience, stood up despite Zuli's protests, and left. Luke was waiting in his quarters for him as he'd requested, though this time instead of utilizing the otter's services to - unwind_and _relax, the African wild dog asked him to tell him about his life and himself and how things were. And it was through him that learned that Luke had not held a conversation with his brother longer than exchanged "hello"s and "how are you doing"s in about four months' time: the residing king knew that his only solace lay in his brother, so apparently he had elected to keep the two separate as much as possible, assigning each to direct opposite wings of the castle where their paths would almost never overlap. And in a palace like this with nobles like these, there was always something to clean up or someone to attend to, in a number of ways.

And that gave the wild dog just another assortment of things at which his blood boiled. This land's anti-homosexuality laws... according to what Luke had to tell him, especially after a bit of urging and promising, these laws apparently did not apply to the king, who on a few occasions had bent this otter over in his lap and sank into him, against protests and pain. So he really did see his servants as just something to be used, tools to clean the halls, to make his bed, to cook his food and to get him off.

In a way, Askia's mind had already been made up on the matter as soon as his foot touched solid earth. Luke's stories just cemented his decision, and by that evening the wild dog had contacted Zuli and informed him of the plan to take this otter - and his brother, by Luke's urging - back home with them, if nothing else. Zuli gave his sensible concern, much to Askia's appreciation: he had always made a habit of treating his servants with respect, and now that the zebra had spent a good amount of time as a free man, he felt more comfortable giving sincere criticism that he thought his king might wish to hear.

As it turned out, much of his concerns turned out to be in the right place. Of course the king of this land did not want to give up these two otters, not because he particularly cared for them, but because he did not want this foreign king to win anything over him. For about two insufferable days, Askia was almost certain that he would have to smuggle these two out, but... as it turned out, hypocrisy somewhat begrudgingly bent beneath the temptation of gold. Next thing he knew, Askia had found himself being escorted out of the grand hall with his pockets considerably lighter and with an otter flanking either side of him, each trying and failing to suppress their grins of joy.

A few moments later, the cold stone and gravel beneath his feet turned to the more forgiving brine-moistened wood of the pier, and from there, the deck of the boat. King Askia spat one more time as a final farewell to this land, though just barely missed Zuli's foot - and gave the zebra an apologetic glance right after.

All around, the sounds of clattering fastenings and hooks, the bumping of cargo, the low conversations of the workers and deckhands... a welcome change from the stoic decorum of the court and the barely-hidden glares and snarls. Well, barely hidden for Askia; if the other king made any attempt to hide his distaste, it did not show.

He half-turned to the zebra beside him. "We are set for departure, love?"

Zuli bowed his head, partially in affirmation and partially to cover his blush, so Askia suspected. "As I said. I assume you would like to spend some time alone with your spoils, sir?"

"Spoils? Gods, man. Now you're starting to speak like a noble. They're people."

Even with his head bowed, the zebra's grin still glittered. "Yes, and you spoil them. His Majesty-" (it made Askia's tail wag to hear the venom dripping from those words) "-seemed to try to do everything he could to keep you from seeing your assigned body servants this time, lord, but now they are all yours. I know I would do the same, were I in your position..."

At this, Askia half-leaned in so he could meet his zebra's eyes. Zuli looked away, and clearly had trouble keeping his rascally smile down.

"Are you expressing interest in your king's property, Zuli?"

"Property? I thought you said they were people. Now you're starting to speak like a noble."

The wild dog let out a short laugh, then stood on his tiptoes so he could plant a kiss to the end of that black-skinned nose. "Do not worry. You'll get your turn with them, if you so desire. Ah - you will not get jealous, if I do wish to have some time alone with them?"

"Of course not." The zebra rose again to his full height, once more folding his hands behind his back. That was the stance he had always maintained back during his days as a palace guard, under the rule of Askia's father as king. "I know I'll get my turn with you soon enough."

"I swear, horse..." Askia remained on his toes, since it put him closer to coming eye level with this zebra. "If we were back home..."

"You'd drag me off into the nearest bedroom and lock the door behind us, in the middle of an arranged meeting with foreign diplomats?"

"You know I-"

"Again?"

This time, it was Askia who could not suppress his smile. He placed his palm in the middle of Zuli's chest and pushed, though only resulted in knocking himself slightly off-balance. "Pah. Tell the crew to prepare to depart. I want to leave this place as soon as I can, and see that the brothers are settled."

Zuli bowed his head again. "Yes, my lord. I shall make sure that nobody bothers you."

"Thank you."

The wild dog could feel that familiar anticipation and excitement bubbling both in his chest as well as in his loins even before he had made his way towards the stairs that would lead down to the lower decks, towards his quarters. His first order of business after arriving in this terrible damn land was to track down the otter servant who had held a special place in the back of his mind for however many months it had been since his original business... and then his second had been to bring that otter back to his room and enjoy his presence one more time.

Of course he'd shared with Zuli. Last time had been before Askia had really gotten to know the zebra, and as such had only some stranger of a stallion guarding his room, but... he'd discovered over time that things like that are better enjoyed with someone else. Luke hadn't seemed to mind back then, and he certainly didn't this time with his nose buried within the thick folds of the zebra's sheath and a pulsing knot against the rim of his tailhole.

You are to head straight to the boat, find my quarters, and wait for me there, the wild dog king had told them. Luke showed his expected unquestioning affirmation, while cautious reluctance had glittered in the amber-brown eyes of his brother beside him. No doubt that blue eyes would have an idea of what would be to come once Askia had made his way back to them; he just hoped that his brother wouldn't put up a fight.

He almost rapped his knuckle against the threshold of the door once he got belowdecks, but then realized: he is the king aboard this boat, and besides, those two otters couldn't possibly be doing anything that he might punish them for. So instead, he closed his paw on the knob, turned it, pushed the door open... and stepped forward into the room, eyes quickly focusing on the two brothers where they sat on the edge of the wide mattress, Luke with one arm around the shoulders of the other.

Those blue eyes flicked up to him, with perked ears soon to follow. "My lord! Are we to depart?"

Askia couldn't help but smile at the young otter's excitement. Beside him, his brother made eye contact for about a second and a half before averting his gaze again. "As we speak. I trust both of you are alright?"

"Yes, sir. Couldn't be better. I have been dreaming of leaving here for countless moons..." Luke looked out the porthole along the other wall, through which the blue-black sparkling waves of the ocean all around could be seen.

The wild dog looked at the brother once more, who still avoided looking at him for any extended period of time. When he did, the look he bore was not one of rebellion or distrust, but rather... fear, worry. He came forward and knelt before the two of them, letting his ears half-fall back to show his sincerity. "And you? How are you feeling?"

That amber easily caught the flickering firelight from the oil lamps set up around the room, but still the otter did not speak. Askia rested his paw on the knee in front of him, and felt beneath the coarse fabric pants a slight jump in response to the sudden contact

Luke quietly cleared his throat, and moved his other paw over to squeeze his brother's. "...Apologies, lord, but Marc gets... ah. Seasick."

"So that's it, huh?" Askia waited for a moment longer, then tilted his muzzle until he could make eye contact again. This time, Marc held it, though his whiskers twitched with distant nervousness. "Well, for the duration of this trip and for what follows, your comfort is paramount: it is my attention for you two to become full residents of my palace once we arrive... as for your sickness, I believe we have some remedies around; I shall have Zuli ask around... do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you want for anything..." Here, Askia straightened up a little bit, and moved in closer. Marc, too, straightened his posture. Perhaps he was coming on a little strong, but after listening to what Luke had to say about life under this ruler, and about how they were treated and deliberately kept separate once the king found out that they took comfort in each other's presence... to put it simply, it could hardly be said that Askia did not care for his subjects. "-anything - do not hesitate to ask me or one of the guards. It will be a bit of a journey until we get there, and in that time..."

This time those eyes widened - especially as Askia braced his paw against Marc's shoulder and gently pushed the otter down, so that he had to prop himself up on his elbows. Then the wild dog king set right to work, his own fingers working swiftly at the fastenings of the ex-servant's pants. Beside him, Luke arched a bit, but made no move to stop him.

"Ah-" Marc tried to scramble up, but found himself pushed right back down again. "My lord, what-"

Rustling of cloth on cloth, of fabric on fur, of coarse weave tugged down along smooth thighs... Marc wore nothing underneath those pants, allowing Askia to quickly settle his eyes on what he wanted. Even despite himself and his apparent reluctance, it was clear that the attention had caused a bit of a response in the otter, enough for his uncut shaft to stand away from his body a little bit.

Askia looked up past that cock, and drew his tongue out over his lips. "You should not interrupt your king. In that time, I intend to get to know you as well as I do your brother. Besides, it'll take your mind off the ocean..." Then, he closed the distance to that length and did the same swirling motion of his tongue, this time along the ridged rim of supple foreskin and against the warm, smooth head beneath, earning a little gasp out of the otter.

"Come on, Marc..." cooed Luke, into his brother's ear. Askia settled a paw at the base of Marc's length to keep him angled towards his muzzle as he worked, tongue steadily making its way down along the underside, and looked over: already he could tell that he'd caught Luke's attention by the tightness of his pants on his waist. "You deserve a break, don't you think? And I gotta say, from experience - it's nice being the one who's being served, instead of the one doing the serving..."

Again and again - nose pressed up against the base of that cock, lips parted against the warm fur of his sack, and then tongue dragged up along the underside, to flick over his head and the rim of his foreskin as it continued to roll slightly back with his growing arousal. Scent and taste also similar to his brother's, but with a noticeably different spice, a different kind of musk... Askia dropped one paw between his own legs so he could at least partially relieve the pressure on himself.

And every time his lips made contact, every time he slid his tongue beneath that slick foreskin, Marc above him breathed out another shuddering "ah-" that reverberated through his body and the bed beneath him. Right now Askia enjoyed nothing more than seeing this otter's shyness melt away out of his body, seeing his mouth tighten and then relax, tighten and relax... and then there was how he lifted his hips just slightly up into the wild dog's muzzle, especially once he had closed his lips around his head and started to dive down, slowly as this otter's brother had done to him just yesterday morning.

The king tugged the waistband of his pants down past his sheath, quite plump with the scent and taste clinging to his lips and tongue; then, he reached up with that paw and felt Luke up, still hidden beneath coarse fabric. That otter knew what to do, and spent little time in stripping his clothes off. Such eager obedience, even beside his brother... and Askia also noticed that Luke avoided looking down between Marc's legs, avoided getting a glimpse of what his brother had to offer. That enough told him that the two had never done anything of this sort before, or at least not together.

The wild dog's nose bumped against the thick fur of Marc's lower belly, the otter's now fully-hard cock twitching along the full length of his tongue. Luke settled back into place beside his brother, leaning back with his legs spread for the king's easy access; Askia gladly took advantage of this, working his paw up and down, up and down the other otter's length, in almost the same rhythm with which he bobbed along Marc's.

Before he got too much into it, though - Askia knew from experience that sometimes he enjoyed giving oral a little too much; on more than a few occasions in the past, he'd yanked Zuli's pants off and worked the zebra into his muzzle with the intention of only getting him slickened up enough for him to take him under his tail, but before he knew it, he was downing mouthful after mouthful of the equine's rich load. Given the tension in Marc's body, the way his claws dug into the edge of the mattress and how he churned his hips against Askia's rhythm... well, it seemed like it had been a long time since he'd had the chance to feel pleasure like this. So the wild dog dove down on him once more, remained there, then slid back up, keeping his tongue cupped to the end.

Then he settled back onto his ankles, saliva rolling down along the fur of his chin. Luke in one paw, Marc in the other, both panting softly and humping up with his rhythm... until, of course, Askia released both of them and leaned back, showing his own growing arousal closer to the floor. Reddish-pink glistening flesh protruding from the lips of his sheath, the same splotched cinnamon-and-cream as the rest of his inner thighs.

Again, his thoughts made their way back to earlier in this visit, when Luke had dug his tongue beneath the skin of that sheath and felt the king's length grow against his lips and slide out into his muzzle...

Marc rolled his head forward, lips parted with his remnant panting. His cock now glistening with slick saliva throbbed and pulsed against his lower belly, the otter hungry for continued attention and visibly desiring his finish. And to think they'd only just gotten started... King Askia shifted his gaze to Luke again, who know leaned back on one paw while he slowly stroked himself with the other. Askia had been a bit too distracted to notice it before, but now he could feel the slow, slight back-and-forth lurching of the ship in the waves. At least Marc still seemed to have other things on his mind.

"Luke."

The blue-eyed otter perked up, and froze in his self-pleasure. Askia could tell that he'd already grown accustomed to being in the presence of this king: instead of worried shock like he got from so many of the other servants on that muzzle, all he could see was warm attention and that same eagerness to please.

He had to swallow before he could answer. "Yes, my lord?"

Askia scooted back along the smooth floorboards, and pointed down between his legs. "Here."

And without another word, Luke obeyed. He slid down to the floor with a gentle thump and made his way closer to the wild dog, eyes on his muzzle and rudder raised - but right before he settled into place to run his nose along Askia's revealed length, the king grabbed him by the shoulders and held him up, to look him in the eye.

"No, no..." he purred, and licked his lips once more. Then, he looked past Luke's head towards his brother, who watched the two of them with a very visible blush warming his ears. "Around. You are to take my place."

One second, two seconds, three seconds... and then it was Luke's turn to blush, ears and whiskers suddenly snapping up. The otter straightened up and dropped both paws between his legs against the floor for balance as he rested on his ankles. "My lord, you don't... don't mean...?"

Once more Askia raised his paw, and twirled his finger around. "You wouldn't disobey me, would you?"

As it was, though, Luke's face showed no sign of distaste or reluctance: just... aroused embarrassment. Very aroused embarrassment. The otter remained where he knelt for a moment longer and then started to slowly turn around to face his brother, one paw reaching up to the edge of the mattress between Marc's spread legs... and then he found his muzzle pressed up between those legs as per the urging of Askia's paw, settled between his ears from behind. Both of the brothers let out a small noise of surprise, but neither attempted to move or change their positions, and - Askia could see that Marc throbbed in response to the sudden added pressure, the sudden warmth and moisture of a pair of lips against the base of his still-hard length.

The moisture of his brother's lips, which then turned to a tongue coming up along his underside towards his half-hidden head, just as Askia had done. The wild dog didn't even have to guide Luke in this, other than with his paws underneath the otter's rear to lift it up into the air. Marc, meanwhile, kept one paw at his mouth in what might have been an attempt to cover the hot red blush burning through his fur, though he kept his amber eyes focused on his brother between his legs lapping at his length.

Honestly, it was hard to tell whether Luke went on like this because he wished to obey and please, or if he'd had thoughts like this in the past... but his still-twitching cock showed that, whatever the reason, he was still definitely interested and excited. Askia got a damn good look at it while he kept Luke's rump raised up, the otter on all fours above the edge of the bed where he worked on his brother; then, the wild dog spread that rump with both paws, licked his lips, and then - moved in.

The effect of his pursed lips against tight tailhole with tongue soon to follow could easily be both seen and felt in this otter, in an all-over shiver and a short inhalation of breath. Luke adjusted his position a little bit, draping one arm over his brother's leg while he brought the other in to keep Marc's length angled towards his muzzle. Every time Askia dug his tongue in against the ridged rim of that tailhole, Luke responded with another lurch forward and hot exhalation of breath.

Marc half-raised a paw, as if his body wanted to tug that head further down in his lap and along his twitching length, but - from there he didn't move, except to continued lifting his hips up in that rhythm. Askia, meanwhile, kept Luke's rump spread with both thumbs as he churned his chin against the back of his sack, tongue already making its way past the tight ring of his tailhole and pressing into him... any other day, he'd have had to take a little bit more caution and preparation in this, but after a particularly tense argument with the other officials the previous night, Luke had come in to the visiting wild dog's quarters in the palace to relieve his tension, and ended up with that same big zebra keeping his rudder held up against his chest and pounding the otter down into the mattress. So it only made sense that he was still a bit... used.

Besides, there was just _something_about this boy that made Askia damn hungry, evident enough in how already his jaw started to ache. The king moved his head back, swallowed down the slickness of his own saliva, licked his lips again, smiled at the sight of that pulsing, dripping tailhole right in front of him... and leaned in once more, this time to bring the flat of his tongue up across that ridged pink pucker.

Now he took the time to swirl it around the rim of that tailhole, just as he'd done with Marc's slick foreskin earlier. Bringing it around, flicking it up over the center point again, pressing in against the clenching resistance that then turned to hot, tight flesh, just as slick as his tongue and lips, as the fur of his chin with his saliva dripping down... Luke no longer panted openly; when Askia moved aside again to see why, though, it made sense. Hard to breathe through your mouth when you have your brother's hard cock halfway between your lips. Marc had apparently given up in his halfhearted resistance, and now leaned back on both paws with his eyes closed and mouth half-open beneath his brother's ministrations.

One more kiss to Luke's puckered tailhole, which of course turned into a string of deep, wet tongue-kisses, Askia panting his enjoyment between parted lips against the saliva-soaked back of the otter's sack... and then he finally managed to pull himself away and straighten up, to get into place above him. Luke didn't even look back at him when he felt the weight of the wild dog start to bear down on his rump: he just kept his tail raised and legs spread.

Paws still on those hips, Askia leaned in over the otter, pressed his tip up against that slickened tailhole - and then had to suppress a little shiver once Luke just as forcefully pushed back against him, eager to feel his king yet again buried beneath his tail. Instead of taking the time to work himself up to his full arousal, Askia just remained where he was and worked his hips against Luke's rear, lip of his plump sheath against the otter's tailhole as he did so, every forward thrust causing him to sink just a little bit further into him.

This time, it was actually Marc who made eye contact, amber-brown partially hidden behind half-lowered lids. The otter still had his mouth open with his panting, and at one point gave way to another full-body shiver - and actually rested a paw on the back of Luke's head and pulled him down further. Askia grinned and bore down into that same otter, feeling the familiar hot pressure of eager rump squeezing around his cock, down towards the growing bulge of his knot. Luke only showed minor discomfort at his own eagerness, in the form of little wriggles and a bit of tensing in his muzzle, but - the wild dog reached down around his body to start to stroke him in rhythm with his slow thrusts, and quite quickly found his fingers to become soaked with the otter's pre.

That usually happened. Askia had been beneath the two of them the previous night when it had been Luke with Zuli under his tail, and - found himself repeatedly having to swallow down the slick, sticky liquid that seemed to ooze out of the little otter with each thrust into him. This seemed to be much the same: the wild dog braced his chin against Luke's shoulder, dug his claws into his hip, and slid back out to the tapering of his tip, and then sank right back in - and felt the otter lurch forward, felt him shudder, felt him twitch and clench and throb in his paw.

Just like usual, part of him wished that he hadn't asked for some private time away from Zuli. The deeper he got into breeding this otter, the more Askia felt that familiar desire and need beneath his own tail, that want to get fucked and filled... but, that would come in its own time. Hell, maybe later on in this journey he could convince one of these brothers to stretch his tail while he got a good taste of the other. Neither seemed to at all mind their current situation, and Marc both looked and sounded like he was just barely holding himself off from his peak.

Maybe Luke could tell that. He had moved up along his brother's cock and now focused just at the end, running his tongue over the small bit of revealed head beneath his foreskin, taking that bit between his lips and tugging gently at what he could, beneath the rhythmic lurching of his body from Askia's slowly-increasing pace. Needy panting and moaning from both of the otters, Luke literally drooling over his brother's length, Marc grinding up against the muzzle in his lap... Askia brought his paw up from the otter's hip to grab his rudder and pull it further up, leaning back just a little bit further so he could pound into him faster, harder, deeper.

As expected, though, Marc couldn't hold on for much longer. Askia watched the change in his expression, from sweet carnal relaxation and enjoyment to something more tense, more urgent... and then the brother sucked in a sharp gasp, arched his back as he straightened up, braced both paws on the back of Luke's head to bring him as far down in his lap as he could - and jerked once, twice, a third time in to that muzzle, each time causing the mattress underneath him to squeak with the movement - and his brother to audibly swallow. Every buck squeezed another breathy moan out of him, and he kept Luke's nose buried in his pubic fur for quite a while after his last noticeable spurt; when he did release him, the blue-eyed brother swallowed down what else of his load emptied out onto his tongue before moving back to clean Marc's pulsing length up, gingerly rolling his foreskin back and curling his tongue around the rim of his head.

From there, Marc had no choice but to watch his brother still between his legs as Askia bred him like any other good bitch. With the heightened pace and deeper thrusts, Luke grinded his muzzle more firmly between Marc's legs, nose against the side of his shaft and lips on his sack. One otter whose face and muzzle smells of his brother's musk...

...well, it was something. As he pounded away at Luke's rump, sack swinging forward and slapping against the otter's, another idea entered Askia's head: on top of Marc's scent, it wouldn't be so tough to add his own as well as Zuli's.

Now Luke bounced forward and back against the wild dog's rhythm, both to press back onto him as well as thrust forward into his paw, working fast and hard along his leaking shaft. The otter's breath had picked up with the pace, and he let thirsty, desperate moans out into his brother's pubic fur - and Askia could feel him, too, fast approaching his own peak, in tight clenches around the front of his knot and firm thrusts into his paw.

Both of them, actually: Askia found himself unwittingly digging his claws a little too hard into the otter's rudder with the growing pressure in his abdomen, that deep energy that drove him forward, that made him pound into Luke hard enough to feel the otter's tailhole start to stretch to try to take his knot, fully swollen, but - it wasn't enough. Before he could slow himself down or bend over once more to keep himself buried deep inside the otter, Askia had drawn himself all the way back out of that squeezing rump and thrust up between the base of his tail and the otter's rear, and - with a rumbling moan sprayed his own seed out over Luke's back, the first spurt streaking up towards his head, the second reaching his shoulder, the third and remnant dribbles down along the small of his back. The king's paw faltered for just a few seconds, but when he picked that pace back up again-

"A-ah- my lord, I-"

And then he had another otter bucking against his orgasm in front of him, Luke burying his muzzle between his brother's legs as he shot against the floorboards beneath him, with enough force to sound like ocean spray against the porthole. Askia swallowed, moved both paws to Luke's hips, saw the milky white streaked across his thumb... and brought that to his muzzle to lap off. It wasn't until the king settled back on his ankles that he realized how much he had exerted himself - maybe Zuli would have to wait until tomorrow...

Askia told himself this now, but he knew that if he got longer than seven minutes alone with that damn zebra, one or both of them would end up with his pants around his ankles and a muzzle against his sheath.

Then, the wild dog wiped the back of his paw across his muzzle; Marc flopped back on the mattress, eyes closed and cock slowly softening between his legs, while his brother rolled around and leaned back against the edge of the bed. Both of them looked thoroughly satisfied.

"There," he breathed, and rose to his feet to watch the brothers. Both of them looked up at him through tired eyes. "Is that not a good way to start your new life?"

Luke answered between slow panting: "Yes, sir."

"Marc." Amber eyes, perked ears. "Are you feeling okay?"

The brother lifted himself up onto his elbows, and nodded. "Yes."

"Yes?"

A small smile, still shy but... trusting, this time. "Yes, sir."

Askia reached down to tug his pants back up his legs. "You two can stay in here and nap, or take a look around the ship, or... do what you like. I think I will go see how the trip is going so far - we should be leaving the bay soon..."

"Wait." Luke straightened up a little further. "My lord?"

The king looked back down at him. "Yes?"

"I am - a bit thirsty... do you know where I may-?"

"Ah. We have wine on the lower decks, something else - ah - acquired from our visit. I also believe there is fresh water in the kitchens, but you might have to ask around... or..." He flicked his large round ears, and licked his lips.

"Or I could bring Zuli in here, to quench your thirst."

He'd already figured out what made Luke squirm and pant and moan. Hopefully by the time the ship docked at port back home, Askia would have Marc figured out, too.