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Shit! Shit! Shit! Aiden thought as he ran from the King's guards. This whole fucking plan has gone up in shit. This was supposed to be a easy job for the fox. All he had to do was sneak into the banquet the King's son, Prince Erik, was hosting, steal an important document for his own king and bring it back. But he had miscalculated his timing as the guards were switching shifts.

No, he got caught red-pawed, and was now running for his life. He didn't see while the parchment tightly clenched in his paw was important. But it was what his lord had requested. It was only his job to steal--which he was quite good at--not to question his Master. Still, his Commanding Officer is going to skin him when he finds out the fox was spotted.

The red fox was able to make a quick break from the guards, and once he was out of sight, he ducked into the closet door he could find, locking the door behind him. He put his ear to the door and listened as the sound of heavy armor and footsteps come close and then reseed off onto the distance.

Quickly, he unshouldered his bag and dug around until he found a pair of cloths, he stole from one of the servants that work here. He disrobed his disguise and than slipped the other clothes on. They were kind of tight on him, especially around his crotch, but he'll just have to make do. A few times he had to readjust himself; it felt like his sheath was losing circulation.

Fuck, Aiden thought. What kind of servant worked here?

Sighing, Aiden dug into his bag again and pulled out a small rag and water pouch, wetting the cloth. He went about cleaning the makeup he used to muddy and hide the distinguishing markings in his fur. When he was sure he had wiped away any trace of the makeup, he quickly stored the rag before he pulled out a map of the castle's layout. It looked like he was close the courtyard. If only he could make it to the yard down the hallway--

Aiden stopped mid thought and perked his large black ears. He flicked them every which away, but no sound came to him. He quickly stored his bag inside an empty chest near by before opening the door and poked his muzzle out. He didn't smell anyone close by, nor did he hear anything else. Still, he had to get out of here, quick. He closed the door, but because it was so hefty, it slammed shut with a loud thud.

Fuck. . . he thought.

Out of the corner of his vision, something caught the fox's eye. It was the crest of the King, King David Gilliard. Actually, now that he thought about it. This was an extremely nice bed chamber. It was filled with nice things, nice furniture. Near an open window was a large feather bed, with blanket that looked like they were made of pure silk--and even the hard-stone floor had strips of carpet that led from the door to the bed. Off toward the corner was a dresser, and facing the wall near the door was a large desk, cluttered with parchments, two burning candles to provide additional light, a plate with half-eaten food, and a goblet filled with--Aiden sniffed the air--wine. This whole room was beautifully decorated, as if it was made for the . . .

Oh shit . . . this was the King's room, the man he was stealing defence plans from. He had to get out of here, but before he could make it back to the door, the King--a large golden-furred lion stepped though a door off to the side of the room. A door Aiden hadn't even noticed was even slightly ajar.

He couldn't believe he didn't notice the dominate lion musk. The scent tickled his nose, flooding his nose with the feline scent.

The older male lion walked over the window and stuck his head and breathed in the warm nightly air. He also was naked, save for the loincloth he was wearing, and when he turned around to the fox, Aiden's heart and body froze. "Ah, you must be the male courtesan I sent for," King David said in a deep voice. A real male lions voice, prideful.

Aiden, quickly thinking on his feet, bowed, and answered, "Yes, my majesty. I'm here to fill any desire you have."

"Good," the King said. "Please disrobe yourself and come here." Already the lion had taken off his loincloth, and his tip was already peaking out his gold sheath. To the fox, the lions tip was visible in against the sand-colored pubic fur.

Aiden tried to hide his muzzle by bowing it down, but he couldn't help but grin. Why not indulge the large male and play along? He was well versed in cock, no matter the species. Even more at taking it under the tail--and judging how big the lion's sheath was, he amused the King was a large man down there. His majesty was certainly gorgeous--extremely gorgeous if Aiden was being honest. And despite being in his mid-forties, the lion was nicely muscled. His trimmed fur only helped highlight his toned body. He desperately wanted the lion to the point he was sure he was drooling. He couldn't seem to keep his tail from wagging fervently.

Now it made sense why this servant's cloths were so small and tight.

The fox spy watched with increasing arousal as he visibly as the lion's shaft slide out of his sheath. Aiden was already hard at the thought of taking the lions large, barbed endowment under his tail. And sure enough, when he was down to his fur, his shaft was already out and hard. His knot strained within the confines his tight sheath; but that was obviously forming at the base, which wasn't lost to the King.

The King's gaze traveled down his body, to his shaft with hunger. He beckoned the fox over with a crooked finger, and a slow lick of his black lips.

Once he was in front of the King, nose to nose, the lion pulled him into a tight embrace and lowered his muzzle until their lips touched. Aiden froze at the suddenness of the hug and kiss, and was surprised by both the King's gentleness and of the ferocity in how he touched the small fox, by how the large male clung to him.

Aiden decided to lose himself in everything, and held the King's muzzle in his paws and stuck his tongue into the felines waiting maw. The king took his tongue graciously, wrestling with his own.

The lion buried his nose into Aiden's neck and breathed in heavily. "God, you smell amazing," he shuddered deeply.

Aiden wasn't sure if the feline was referring to his natural canine musk or the lavender-scented powder he used to mask his scent. He hoped the Lord was referring to the latter, and if it was the first, that was overwhelmingly beautiful to say. Most people were sometimes put off by his strong scent, that to have someone, no less than a feline, say he loved his scent made his heart flutter.

They moved toward the bed, still locked together. Once King David hips found the bed, he sat on the edge, and gave Aiden a look that said, "Why don't you explore lower."

And that was Aiden's intention. Slowly he lowered himself. He kept his nose buried into the soft, warm fur. His tongue stuck out and bathed his fur, starting from his broad chest, down to his stomach fur and navel, past that until his tongue found the lion's hot flesh. The shaft was warm against his whiskers, inside his paws, and bead of pre formed at the tip and started traveling down his length.

Aiden pressed his tongue against the lion's shaft, lapping up the pre before he ran his tongue from the base all the way up to his tip.

His partner sighed happy once Aiden had the lion's shaft inside his muzzle, and that's when the fox got the full taste of such a masculine aroma. Not that it was an unpleasant taste or scent, on the contrary, it only added more fuel to stiffen Aiden's knotted rod.

He bobbed slowly, teasing on the royal cock deep in his muzzle. He kept up this slow pace until the lion began thrust his hips forward. That made Aiden grin mentally, and like that he rested his paws on the King's spread thighs and bobbed his head faster, taking the cock a little deeper each time it hilted inside.

King David reached down and scratched the fur between the fox's ears before bring his paw over to left black ear and rubbed at the base.

Aiden enjoyed both the cock in his maw and the caressing from the lion. It was refreshing, really. Firstly: he never expected the King--being a tall brute looking man--to be so caring and gentle. Like he actually cared about the welfare of some whore--something he always hated being labeled as. Secondly: most of men he had sex with usually just wanted to get blown or fuck him senseless, and leave afterward, weather he got off himself or not.

He bobbed his head once more, taking the barbed length deep in his throat before King David held his muzzle and panted, "Enough." He gave a shudder when the fox's warm maw surrounds him again, his leg quivered.

While the cock was still inside, Aiden looked up, stared into those golden-brown eyes of his. He saw the King wanted more, and couldn't have agreed more. Slowly he slid the shaft out his maw until it slipped free with a audible pop. Aiden held the small amount of lion pre on his tongue before swallowing it and licking his lips afterward.

He got up and stretched to let the King admire his body and his own cock that stuck out against his stomach. He hasn't gotten any complaints before, so why not enjoy someone so much out of league lust after him. Though he was proud of his body, the strong, lustful stare he received caused his ears to fold back self consciously and his bushy tail to curl under his legs.

The King grinned and reached out a calloused paw and wrapped it around the canine's shaft. He rubbed his thumb from the knot all the way up to his companion's pre-dribbling tip. That incited a moan from the fox, so he did again, giving the maleness in his paw a few firm pumps.

"Where . . . do you have any oils to help with . . ." Aiden breathed, letting his words trail off. He thinks the King knows what he meant. His tongue came lolling out the side of muzzle when the King wrapped his fingers around his sensitive knot and gave it a gentle tug. So, you know a thing about canine anatomy, Aiden thought as he enjoyed the caressing.

King David nodded and motioned to the door he exited from with his head.

Once his cock was released, he entered the small room. Much like the King's bed chamber, the bathing room was just as nice, in the center was a brass bath, still filled with water. By the door was a large, man-sized mirror with a elegant wood border around it. Now, Aiden has seen himself in mirrors before, but most were dirty and weren't well kept, but this one was crystal clear, not a single smudge could be seen on it.

He paused a second to take stock of himself in front of the presten mirror. Russet and creamy white fur covered his body, stopping at his tall black ears. The white fur started at the underside of his muzzle--meshing with the orange fur around his cheek ruffs, down his chest and tummy, to his sheath, leaving his sac orange-furred. Of course, standing in contrast of his white belly fur was his red knotted shaft, standing tall and proud. Most people thought his paws and arms, and his ankles were black, but are a dark brown if you looked closely.

Aiden gave a slow twirl, watching his movement in the mirror. He seldom had a chance to fully see himself like this, and once he finished, he fluffed his tail out to make himself presentable. He didn't have as good as a physic as the King outside the room, but he also wasn't heavyset either--unlike his commanding officer (a large white-furred bear).

Off to the side, near the back was a chamber pot. On the other side of the bath was a cabinet mounted to the wall.

He figured that would be a good place to store it, but when Aiden opened the cabinet, he had no idea what bottle it would be in, and there were many in here. He started reading the labels until he gave up and called out, "What bottle is it in?"

"Its in a large purple vile with a spout on the cap--something that looks like a lamp oil holder, but smaller," the King answered.

There it was, a little hidden away. Aiden had a sneaking suspicion the King had this made pacifically for this purpose. He popped the cap open and scented the inside; he was surprised to find this special oil the king kept was so arousing. It caused his tail to twitch, and his knot to swell a bit.

Aiden existed the room and walked back to bed. "I have the oil my lord. What, um, position would you like me in?"

King David's grin widened, and to Aiden's puzzlement, turned around and crawled onto the plush bed, laying on his stomach, and raised his tail. It showed off his round, toned ass before the tail was draped off to the side, out of the way.

The fox's puzzlement quickly turned into excitement as he understood what the lion wanted. He never would have figured the King would be a tail-lifter. This night just kept getting more interesting every second.

Without turning around, the King called, "Fox."

"Yes sire."

"Shouldn't you be getting to work?" His long, slender tail wacked the bed to enthusiasm his point. He was getting tired of waiting.

Aiden hadn't even noticed that he was standing there, staring. It might haven been the shock of what the King was requesting of him, but he quickly shook his head to clear it, and headed over. He crawled onto the bed and straddled the lion's legs. With one finger he lifted the cap and poured a small amount of oil onto to of his fingers, lubing them up before placing them under the lion's. He slowly worked the oil against his entrance before slipping both his fingers slowly into the tight tailhole.

He stopped mid-knuckle when the King grunted.

King David reached behind himself and placed it on the fox's paw. His paw rested on the small of back, just above his tail, and gently squeezed the smaller one his covered. "You're fine, please continue. Its just been awhile."

Aiden nodded--mostly to himself--before he continued sliding his fingers all the way to his knuckles. He smiled as the King rumbled in approval, and slowly worked his fingers in and out the lion before he felt the King was loose enough for him. He took the vile and poured a pawful into his cupped palm, smearing it evenly onto the cock, especially around his knot. Aiden didn't know if the King wanted him to tie him.

Aiden added some more of the slick oil to the King's tailhole, working it inside before he repositioned himself and aligned his cock to the ass before him. With slowness and hesitation, Aiden sank inside the lion, groaning at the tightness. He stopped midway through to give the King a little time to adjust, and then continued until he was hilted him to the knot. Now, Aiden wasn't a long or girth-y as the feline, but he wasn't small either. The fox had a modest shaft, but he knew the King said he hadn't taken it under the tail for awhile, so he wanted to be careful.

Aiden gave slow and steady thrust into the lion, gradually picking the pace up once the keep pushed back in to with his hips, wanting more.

The King's paws clenched the bed sheet and gave low throaty moans. He clenched around Aiden's length, causing the fox to yip in surprise. "Hold on," he said. "Let's try something else."

Aiden stopped as he was told, cock buried inside the King. He groaned when the King pulled back, letting his maleness slip free. He watched as the lion stretched, then positioned himself onto his paws and knees, while his ass and flagged tail held high. He reached behind himself, giving the canine a few strokes. "Okay, you may continue."

And with that, Aiden sank back into that royal tailhole. He didn't hold back this time and gave the lion what he got. The King gasped when he pulled all the way out, leaving his tip within, and than gave a very vocal moan when Aiden slammed back inside. So, he must have hit something right within the King. It was something he knew very well that caused him to cry out like that. Some unseen thing deep inside him--something that racked his body with pleasure when caressed.

"Harder!" the lion instructed, almost crushing Aiden's hips with such force. He buried his face into the blankets, shuddering as the fox hilted him again.

Aiden was happy oblige. He gripped the King's hips fiercely with is paws and slammed his shaft into King David's tightness. Aiden was getting close to his release. Pleasure gripped his cock, swelling his knot to its full size, and he panted harshly against furry back beneath him.

"My liege . . . do . . .d-do you want me to . . . knnnnottt you?" he asked between pants.

King David muttered something that sounded like a "no". Aiden was grateful for that because even as amazing as the sex was, he simply didn't have time to wait for his knot to go down--even though every instinct inside yelled at him to force his knot inside. He had to get out of here, and quick, afterward. It was a long journey back to his own kingdom, and he didn't want to be spotted again.

King David was getting close himself by the way he was clenching around the fox, and the way he rammed his hips back to meet Aiden's.

Aiden, was close, so close . . . just a few more pumps and he'd spill inside the lion's rear. When he near the brink, he reached around the lion and wrapped his fingers around the barbed prick. He tried to jerk the King in time with his thrust. Once was near the point, he let go of the Kings hips, and gently squeezed his knot, and gave more powerful thrust, cumming inside.

"K-keep going," King David growled.

With slow and shallow thrust, and a quick paw, the King gave a boisterous roar as he splashed both the bed under him and the fox's paw with his seed.

Both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Aiden slipped out of the King's tailhole, and relaxed on top of muscled man. He reached up and bathed one of the lion's ears with his tongue.

King David shifted so the fox could pull his sticky paw out. "I hope you plan on cleaning that paw off," he said.

Aiden won't have dreamed of it any other way else. He brought his messy paw up, taking a sniff of the masculine scent, before sticking his tongue out and lapping up the thick spunk until his fingers and paw was clean."

King did a more thorough cleaning of the fox's paw, sticking his tongue back inside his muzzle, and gave a nod of approval. He twisted around until he was on back, and his head was on the pillows. He pulled the fox close to him and held him tightly.

Aiden lay there, resting against the King. Tiredness gripped him, so he had to remind himself that he couldn't fall asleep. You can stay awake, you have to stay awake, he told himself.

And when he was absolutely sure the King had fallen sleep, Aiden slipped free from his grasp. He hastily grabbed his things from the chest, got dressed, and was about to exist before he stopped. He turned around watched for a couple seconds as the King slept. He was beautiful when he was asleep, even better since he was still nude, with his golden sheath out in the open for the fox to admire.

Though this was risky, Aiden crept back to the bed and gave the King a light kiss on the lips. And then he made his exit, slipping past the patrolling guards, to the courtyard, and then finally out of the castle itself. He quickly found the horse he had tied up; he mounted the beast and started the day long journey back to his own kingdom.

All the while, he couldn't help but think back too the sex he just had with the King. It was amazing, and he wondered if he'd meet the King again, under the pretense he was pretending as. He knew it never would, but a fox can dream, right?

He absentmindedly flicked his tongue out and licked lips. He could still taste that distinctive feline musk on his tongue, and already his sheath gave a tingle of approval . . . .

"My lord . . ." a voice called out, he was gentle shaken awake by hesitant paws. Was his fox ready for another round? They just fucked a couple minutes ago.

But something seemed off. The man didn't sound the same, nor did their scent match. Instead of fox he smelled otter. He lazily opened one of his eyes and saw a small, timid otter in front of him, before he closed again. "What is it you want?" he asked, annoyed. Where was his fox?

"I . . ." the otter began. "I'm the male courtesan you requested for . . ."

David quickly shot up and grabbed the otter boy his wrist and pulled him in close. "What do you mean?!" he yelled. "He was already here!"

The otter cowered from the King, weakly trying to pull his sore wrist away. "My lord, please," he almost cried. "I was the only one asked to come and attend to your needs. I do not know who you're talking about." Once the lion released his paw, he scurried away to a safe distance.

David observed the otter before him. He had his head bowed down, and it looked like the poor creature way about to cry. He didn't think the otter was lying.

The lion sighed, so many things filled his head, mostly who the fox in his chamber was, if not the whore he asked for. But the fox was wearing the same cloths the otter was, so he had assumed the vulpine was here to please him.

Sighing again, David said, "Come here, please." And in an instant the otter was in front of him, head still bowed. The otter's tail curled slightly between his legs, and his round ears were folded back submissively.

David hooked his finger under the otter's chin and lifted it until they were eye to eye. "I'm sorry if I hurt."

The otter's eyes widened, and he stuttered, "My only job is to service you." And like that the otter cast his eyes back down.

David leaned back and rested on one of his paws, while he other was draped on his thigh, near his sheath. He was already spent for the night, and his sore ass wasn't looking to get fucked again. But at the same time, he didn't want to just send the otter away. His eyes traveled up and down the mustelid's body; he wasn't that bad looking either, maybe sixteen, seventeen years of age--if not a year or two year than he suspected; but he didn't think so. He was a small young man, though most of his species are. Also didn't have that much height on him, maybe a foot or two shorter.

He did feel bad about scaring the poor thing, so he decided he'd make it up to the man. He laid back down, told the man you undress, and motioned the otter the have a seat, patted his lap.

The otter obediently undress himself and clambered onto the bed and straddled his lord's stomach.

David grabbed the otter's rear and forced him to sit up until he was sitting on his chest; his was mere centimeters away from the lion's muzzle. He craned his head forward, stuck his tongue out, and lathered the otter's male parts with his saliva.

The otter, tired to suppress a moan, resting one paw on the head board and the other between the lion's head to stable himself. "Please, my lord. You do not to do this," he protested weakly. But his narrow shaft was already slipped free, and his long tail swayed behind him happily.

"Stop talking," David said between licks. He suckled on the emerging tip as more spilled out. He lapped from base of his shaft, up to his tip, and back down, coaxing more out into his muzzle.

The otter nodded vigorously and bit his lips to keep from moaning again, but it was hard. Between his teeth he, moaned from the teasing he was receiving.

This excited David to the point even his own sheath was beginning to stir, but not enough to give him an erection. He had gotten off a couple minutes, so he had no need for another release.

Once the otter was full hard, David took the cock between his lips. He sucked slowly, teasing the otter some more, before he picked up the pace. By the squeals his companion was making, meant he was starting to get close.

David noticed out of the corner of his eye, that the vile of his special oil was still there on his bedside table. He reached over with his free paw and submerged his middle finger completely inside before he brought it out. He reached under the otter, and slowly rubbed at his tailhole. He slipped his finger inside easily, and he worked it in and out, curling his finger inward.

"Sir, please don't," the otter panted heavily. "n-not there."

David took the cock out of his muzzle and gave the otter a hard stare. "I said stop talking," he said, and then went back to sucking the mustelid's shaft. David thought himself a fair king. He believed pleasing your partner as much as the pleased you, and he did feel bad about scaring the poor man. Hence him blowing the man. But the otter's pleads were starting to annoy him.

Though the otter had protested about the finger inside him, when David slipped in it back inside, and felt around for that special spot, the otter spurt a copious amount of pre onto his tongue.

"God," the otter squirmed. He shuddered every time the King's finger pressed inside him, and the laps of the abrasive feline tongue on his shaft was overwhelming.

The otter was getting close by how much he was leaking. His panting picked up in pace, and his legs shuddered in the lion's paws. His hips buckled again the lion's muzzle with vigor. So, David doubled his efforts, sucking fast, and thrusting his finger inside harder and firmer.

And before the King knew it, the otter on top of him cried out in ecstasy and came in his muzzle, almost filling it. Must have been a long time since you got off, he mused. He wasn't a fool, he knew what men like him were used for, and that saddened him a bit.

David released the otter, and swallowed the cum on his tongue. He sighed, exhausted from the ordeal.

The otter stared at him for a second or too--a small smile on his lips, which he tried to conceal--before getting onto his paws and knees and look the lion's sheath into his paws.

David batted the paw away, and said, "No, you way leave."

The man looked up at him in surprise. His whiskers and ears creased to the side. "But sire--" he started to say, until the look the lion shot him, shut his muzzle.

David, tried to be polite and smiled friendly. "You may leave, thank you for your service." He was tired though, and his patience was wearing thin.

The otter stared at him with both confusion and indecision. His paw was still rubbing the lion's loins, until the David growled, and he stumbled out of the bed, grabbed his cloths and scurried out of the bare naked.

David feel back onto his bed and laid there for sometime. He could feel tiredness slowly gripping him, though he was still bare to his fur--he didn't care. No one dared enter his chamber this late at night, not unless it was extremely urgent.

He just crawled on top of his covers and laid his head against his pillow. He couldn't help but think about the fox who fucked him good, his tail swishing at the thought. He reached underneath himself and rested his paw on his sheath; his tip was already peaking out, and he couldn't up but give it a good rubbing. He imagined it was the fox's paw on him, and he slipped out more.

David gave himself one more rub before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was mid-afternoon the next day in his courtroom, where David sat with his generals. They were discussing the break-in that happened last night at the banquet. Everyone looked on edge, so David knew this was something serious.

Expect his son, who looked bored off his mind and suffering from a miner hangover. The young lion covered his eyes with his paw, dozing off. He didn't both getting dressed properly, wearing a simple cotton shift, and trousers. This displeased the older lion. He thought he taught his son better than that. A prince should always look his best.

"Sir?" a servant asked. The voice was soft and submissive, but also a little pitched.

David turned around and was surprised to find the otter he blew last night. "Yes?" he asked.

The otter kept his head bowed and held out the jug of water in his paws. "Would you like some water, sir?"

David was a little disappointed it wasn't the fox from last night, but it was nice to see the otter again. Something was off about the young man though, as if he was broken in somehow from last night. The only noticeable thing he found was a dark patch fur around the otter's left eye--a black and blueish color under the fur. Something had happened to his after he left. But right now, he didn't have time to dwell on it right now, later he would though.

He nodded and held his goblet up before turning back to his people once it was filled.

"What was taken?" David asked. Most of his general's ears were folded back. This didn't bode well to him, so he repeated, "What was stolen?"

"Our defense plans for the castle, my lord," Cedric, his second in command and personal guard, answered.

"What?!" he roared, slamming his fist onto the table. "What happened with this spy? Do we know he is?"

"He snuck in and picked the lock while the guards were completing their rotation," one of his generals said. "He certainly knew what he was doing and disguised himself well. All they were able to make out was that he was canid. He could have been a wolf, or a fox."

Fox? David thought. No, that could have been a coincidence. He had several foxes employed here, but then he thought back to what the otter had told him last night. No, he quickly put that thought in the back of his mind.

"Do you think this was planned by Lord Ashton from the next kingdom over," he asked.

"Could be," Cedric said, remaining calm. "There was been talk about the Lord planning something, but what that is we're unsure."

David quickly took time to process this before he leaned toward Cedric. "Hire more guards if you have to," he said. The security breach worried him. "Find this man and question him. I want information on his plan of his."

His generals nodded stiffly, and got up and left. David and his guard were the only ones who remand. The lion rested his paw on the table, claws extended, and tapped them onto the wood; his tail swished behind him. He tried to compile his thoughts together. They centered around the fox from last--and that caused his tail to swish faster--and the intruder from last night, which caused a kink in his tail. The King wasn't a idoit, he knew two might be the same person, he just hoped they weren't.I'll have to meet him again, he thought, _to sues out who he is and what he knows. _

"Cedric, why don't you go get some food, I'm heading back to my chamber," David said.

The stag simply nodded. He started to rise until he noticed until he noticed his King looked troubled--and it didn't seem from the meeting. "My lord," he started to say. "Is everything alright?"

David froze. He's known Cedric for a long time, and thought himself a from after this long. But he was unsure he should speak his mind. "No, I mean yes. I'm just concerned about this spy we have in our mites."

The stag nodded, and said. "Of course, my Lord." He bowed, and his large antlers dipped down with him.

David excused himself and made his way back to his bed chamber. He walked down the long, winding hallways. They were bustling with people, servants, his generals, and the few nobles that live in the castle. He nodded or said hello to the people who conversed with him.

There were few portraits of Kings and Queens (mostly lions like himself) long ago that lined the tall hallway. But there were a few portraits of people and friends that had proved a service to the kingdom or residents of the castle. There, the species varied, but mostly a lot of them were still felines.

David stopped at a portrait that was hung in the middle: it was a painting of a large male lion, and a gorgeous lioness with a young lion cub in her paws. He stared at the panting for a minute or two before turned the corner and entered his room. He shrugged his cloak off once inside and let it fall to the floor. It was to hot for it on anyway.

He made his was to his desk and sat down. Varies parchment scattered across the table, a plat of old food, lay abandoned. He grabbed a plank page and a feather pen, and started drawing out what he remembered from the fox last night.

Drawing was one of the arts his father, years ago, forced him to pursue. He had to be well rounded in varies aspects of life, and to have apprehension of the liberal arts, at least, that's what his father had told him all those years ago.

So, with the fox in mind, he took pen to paper and started sketching out his appearance. He tried to remember if there were any distinctive features in his fox or body, but couldn't find any. Well . . . except maybe his eyes and smile--which were beautiful to look at, so he put more detail into them. He took his time detailing the fox, from head to toe, and took him a few minutes to complete the drawing.

Once he was finished, he sat back in his chair, paper in paw and admired is work. He wondered if he'd see the fox again--hoped he'd see him again.

A paw rested on his shoulder and feminine voice said, "Afternoon David."

David's fur bristled and he nearly jumped out of his seat. He turned around and saw his younger sister stand there, trying hard not to laugh. He glared at her, and at that she laughed.

He was so focused on his drawing that he didn't even noticed she had entered his chamber. She wore a gorgeous gown in an emerald with gold lace that hugged her body, but also hung loosely at her shoulders. She also had the most amusing look on her golden muzzle.

"How was your night?" she asked. She smiled and her tail swished behind her.

"It was fine," David said. His sister was acting odd; she was still a cub at heart, sometimes.She's still young, he told himself. She was still in her twenties, but was a intelligent and bright young woman.

She leaned in closer. With her lips to his ear, she whispered, "You sure you didn't get your as fucked my a young man?" She stood back and her feline grin widened.

David looked at his sister in utter befuddlement. "I am your King," he snarled. "You do not talk to me that way, Madelyn."

Madelyn crossed her arms and shrugged. "Yes, you are, but I'm still your 'little sister' so it's my rite to tease you. So, how was your night?"

The large lion sighed. "Cub," he muttered.

She stuck her tongue out. "Old man," she quipped.

David gave her a look, before relenting, and grinned. "My night was fantastic." It was kind of a relief to talk able these things with his sister. She knew about his attraction to men, and teased him about it constantly--behind closed doors, of course.

Madelyn stepped around and picked up the draw David did of his mystery lover. "His this him? He's very handsome," she said. "Of course, he's a fox, you've always be into canines. I prefer to keep it in the species. You know, father would be turning in his grave if he knew you were still chasing after canine men."

David nodded, knowing this. He chose to ignore that last comment, but chuckled at the thought. "Yes, he is. What also is, is a mystery to me?"

Madelyn perked her ears and cocked her head to the side.

David chuckled nervously. "Ah, its nothing. Just thinking out loud." He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes," she said, and sat down in the chair opposite of him. "There is an important meeting with the House of Carnil about last night's break in."

David waved a paw. "I have already discussed it with my generals."

His sister nodded. "Yes, but . . . they would like to discuss it with you. They have important investments they want to make sure are safe."

He sighed. "Yes, of course. What time will they be in?" he asked.

"I believe they said they'd be ready by three 'o clock," she said. She grabbed his drawing again and stared at it with interest. "You seem captured by him. That's unlike you."

David blushed under his fur and his ears flicked back. "Yes, because I know it wouldn't be. You have a husband, I cannot. I can only have brief moments of intimacy with someone. I've only truly shared at a bed with my wife, but it wasn't the same--not what my body yearns for . . . ." He let the sentence trail off. This was a conversation he's had with his sister--and father years ago. They thought these hook ups were just lustful excursion's, something exotic he was chasing over. But to him, its more than that. It wasn't just the sex he was chasing after, but more. He wanted a connection with a man; he wanted a connection what was between a husband and wife. He just couldn't convey that to them, though. They wouldn't understand.

He didn't know if she ever will. He has lived a long life, and he was too old to explain his desires at this point.

He checked the clock on his desk and it read 12:30. So he still had two and an half hours until his meeting with the Carnil, and he was starting to get hungry. He asked Madelyn to send of the servants to fetch some food for him.

"I'll see you in the courtroom at three, sister," David said. "Oh, there was an young otter serving water this afternoon, would you request he deliver it?"

"Of course," she said, and bowed. "See you at three." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before existing.

David sat there for a minute, staring at his paws. There were so many things to do, to worry about. His suspicion of Lord Ashton was the more pressing concern. He long suspected the Lord has been planning . . . something. Their relationship is a long and strainess one.

The other thing that was on his mind, oddly enough was the otter from last night. Years ago, his father taught him the importance of ruling: a king who ruled with a heavy fist and unjust, would quickly lose his peoples just, and incite a revolt. And a king who was weak minded and too submissive is quick to be taken over. But . . . a king who ruled just with fairness, and cared for his subjects--earned both their respect and loyalty.

And he cared about his subjects. So, what he felt for the otter was pity more than thing else--separate from what he felt for the fox, whatever that feeling may be. With the fox it was different. It had been a long time since a male honestly wanted him, and made him feel attractive again. The fox was certainly attractive looking, and he was very much interested. He's always had a soft spot for canines. It could be because he found their exotic look interesting--so much similar to his own species, but completely different. It could also a certain part of their . . . _anatomy_that he found _exotic. _

David stared back down at his drawing again, and couldn't help but think back to last night. The lustful activities from the night caused his sheath to stir so much, his tip slipped out. "Oh, quite down there, you," he told his sheath. But instinctively he brought his paw down to his lap and began rubbing himself though the cloth, imaging it was the fox's paw instead. He let out a low rumble as more of his spilled out.

He continued this until there was a knock on the door, and quickly he withdrew his paw. He gave himself a few moments to calm himself and relax his breathing before he called out. "You may enter."

Cautiously the otter stepped inside, a tray of food in paw. He came in and set it down in front on the David. He bowed and asked, "Is there anything else I may help with my Lord?"

"Yes, what is your name young man?" David asked. He rested his muzzle on his paws and stared at the man.

The otter cast his eyes down, shifting from foot to foot. He was reluctant to answer.

David sighed. "It's ok, you can tell me."

"N-Nickolas . . . but the others call me Nick . . . ." When Nick looked up, David saw a small shimmer of a smile. A genuine smile. Good, he liked seeing the smile. Perhaps this is the first time someone had asked what his name is instead of just fucking him, David mused. He liked the name; it seemed to fit the mustelid.

David smiled. "Thank you, Nick, a king must know all the subjects that serve under him. I am glad you told me." He sat up straight and drew his gaze down Nick's small, skinny form. "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm?" Nick asked.

"Because if you are, it'd enjoy the company."

"Sire, I'm just a servant. It would be inappropriate."

David smiled. "I'm hungry and your hungry. Join me, please I insist. Sometimes titles are unimportant to me. Who cares if you dine me?" He knew very well that wasn't true. But he's long since cared what people thought behind closed doors. He's shared a meal with the whores he slept with before. Why waste the company?

Nick pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting for David to eat first.

David picked up the roll of bread, broke it in-half, and handed the other piece to Nick. The otter gingerly took the piece and nibbled on it. It seamed to take awhile before Nick was relaxed around the King. He actually took a slice of apple without checking with David first.

David smiled and encouraged the otter to eat as much as he liked. He took another piece of bread, spread a thin layer of butter on it and took a bite. The butter was rich and melted on his tongue quickly. It was freshly made, which David enjoyed.

Once the food was gone, Nick rested back; he had eaten most of food after loosing his shyness. He had looked a little skinner than a young man his age should. He suspected he looked small and docile for a reason.

David raised his eyes, and they focused on the dark spot on the otter's eye. "May I ask how you got that black eye."

Nick's expression instantly went from a pleasant one to his usual subdued expression. "My master," Nickolas started to say, "was very displeased when I came back smelling of my . . . musk, and didn't smell any of your scent . . . under my tail. He said whores like myself don't deserve to get off, only for others to use me for their pleasure. Then he beat me and told me to get back to work." His ears were all the way down and his poster was so resigned. This troubled the lion.

He hated seeing young men and women his age sold into this line of work--but unfortunately even he is unable to outlaw his practice.

"Well," David said. "How about once a week you and I have lunch together? I would like that very much."

Nick's eyes lit up a little, but he gave a small nod. "If that's what you wish. Then I shall, and if you need any release of the day, I will be there to service you."

David smiled and nodded. "The last part is not necessary, but I would enjoy your company." David checked the clock and nodded to the empty tray. "Now, I have a meeting to attend to, and I'm sure you must get back to work."

Nick took and tray and bowed. He started to leave before David said, "Oh and Nickolas . . .?"

Nick turned and faced David. "Yes, my Lord?"

David smiled at the otter, but there was dangerous curl to them. "Please inform your master there better not be any more incidents he causes to you, or there will consequence's." There was a lethal edge to his voice.

Nick gave a short brisk nod before stiffly leaving.

David sighed and wondered why he was doing this. Still, he'll have to keep an eye on the otter; he just opened Nick will relay this message.

He checked his clock one more time before he got up and prepared for his meeting.