From the Head Down

Prologue: A Favoured One

The empire of Engin in the hotter regions of the world where snowy mountains clash with green valleys or glittering seas but fall into harsh hot deserts, is an empire unlike others. Famed for being run and ruled over by ungulates, never permitting carnivores to take a position of power, the steady expansion by the elite imperial army made of slaves, eunuchs and spare sons of loyal subjects have claimed and dominated many kingdoms in their years. Most of these have been held in place by the hooves of the great Wild Goat Sultan, Hilal, with many vassal states under his guidance and a harem of over a hundred females of varying species to pleasure and produce for him.

Under his rule, the vassal states and potential enemy/ ally kingdoms have had sons brought in to be educated by those argued to be the most gifted in war tactics, astronomy, mathematics and diplomacy. The sons have been held captive from their fifth year till their twenty-first when they are released with the knowledge and force-fed loyalty to an empire that has abused and belittled them. Some wish for vengeance, some wish for peace and some wish for favour and aid in dealing with neighbours and send gifts that Hilal cannot refuse... females!

The sultan's dearest and most trusted advisor, Mazhar, is a very clever Chamois with a neat dark pelt he trims down to ensure he never grows a coat more luxurious than his master. He has known Hilal since childhood, been his sparring partner and it is from his wisdom most of the conquest has been achieved. He was once called an upstart, born into a lower rank that should not have let him climb the political ladder but trusted at a time when a young prince must trust none and prepare to slaughter his own brothers to take kingship. Mazhar had proven himself useful time and time again... he knew the best surgeons, poisoners, political allies, traders and spies throughout the empire, but lately it was not that easy to improve his master's mood.

The role of the sultan had two sides... firstly to control and embody the power of the people, the second to embody the fertility of the land... since the early days Hilal's ability to produce offspring had been hampered by an ailment requiring a potent liquid for him to perform. It was almost impossible to gain but Mazhar alone knew where it was from, pregnancies from him had been rare though with his forty years as sultan producing only nineteen children thus far. It had caused an uproar in the harem, with the sultan's mother... highest ranked of all females had taken to hand. Now, it was not the territory you helped Hilal achieve but the female you brought in that took... a pregnancy was an elevation in rank and this was where Mazhar's grip on power was starting to fade.

But today was a special day for him and he was welcomed into the private areas of the harem with a eunuch escort at the request of a female that had just been titled 'Favoured'. To reach such a rank in the harem guaranteed your life, but there was a reason it had been achieved and now it was time for Mazhar to hold up his end of the deal with someone that had been a rather lucky inclusion into the harem. Well, it had not been lucky but Mazhar had worked very hard with traders and with the sultan to think that he should have within his harem a female of good standing whose links to trade would mean that the empire made more profit. Heh... well, Mazhar would make profit as would the doe's father, but Hilal would get what he needed and he had.

"Irfan... you can leave me and the lady Azzura alone for now, I have the Master's permission to be with her without attendants." Mazhar stated calmly to the oryx that was giving him a sharp eye but bobbed his head. Aside from Rasim the Emperor's personal assistant, the only over eunuch with power above Ifran in the harem was the royal matriarch's eunuch Arash and he certainly would question everything anyone did in the harem. But the worn and aged eunuch looked to the chamois with a soft snort and opened the door to the lady's chambers before insisting he'd wait outside. Mazhar bowed his head in thanks for the trust and then stepped inside, letting the door be locked behind him and then gently pulling out a small square tile from within the sleeves of his robes. He slipped it carefully behind the catch at the top of the door that would permit one to look in or out of the room. It would block the bolt from moving and he was careful to slip his heaviest robes off and put them around a chair and then set his great billowing hat upon the top of them... it would look almost like he was crouching on the chair. "Aren't you clever Azzura... you've done very well!"

"Heh... I listened to your advice and used that hideous sheath you gave me to collect the sample in his sleep. I have to admit, I got more satisfaction feeding that into my body than satisfying that old goat!" Azzura lounged upon the red sofa chair, her body still wearing the aqua brassie and skirt despite the fact the chamois was stripping down in front of her. He gave a soft chuckle of amusement, glad his idea had worked, he'd not told her everything though... he'd needed her to think that he could get a sample of the emperor's seed to ensure she was pregnant when in face he'd hedged his bets and gotten it from one of the Hilal's rather stupid sons! The child would either be a wild goat like its fathers of a roe deer like its mother, that was how it worked, but Azzura gave a grunt. "I can't believe he would not let you come and see me until he'd made sure I was pregnant... look at my belly, it must be so ugly to you!"

"Hardly... your pregnancy, this bulge, it's the sign that our goals are working well. We just have to pray it's a son, if it is I'll make sure it gets to power and you and I will have all the power over the throne. We can finally make an alliance between your country and ours to take down that wretched kingdom of wolves that squat between our sides of the Burning Sea." Mazhur stated, his ears pulling back and his white stripes on his face making him look more menacing. He was a little heftier than the roe doe in front of him, but she was quite long-legged, and she's had the face that the emperor had fallen for in a flash. It had been sheer luck she'd gone into season early on, but Mazhur had needed to make sure he would not have interference from anyone else with this concubine's ability and well, he'd been the one to refuse entry to anyone but the emperor and he'd also made sure the prince that had given the seed was swiftly removed... learning a lesson about playing with whores in the local brothels! "It won't be too much longer and then we'll have our path to glory."

"Yes... it will be a very interesting situation... but what happens if I have a daughter?" Azzura questioned, suddenly giving an adorable pout towards the buck as he looked at her thoughtfully before then rubbing at his beard-less chin in thought. If it was a daughter than there was no use for it save for more diplomatic friends. He guessed that would be reasonable, but he'd then make sure she got pregnant again, even if this time he wouldn't be able to kill the prince involved due to the only wild goat princes being left being too valuable... or too young. He rubbed at his nose softly as he then settled down by her feet on the edge of the seat, his cock staring to slip in and out of its sheath to show his arousal in her presence. "You aren't going to be happy if I have a girl..."

"She'd be loved... we'd keep her safe don't you worry... but we'd have to get you pregnant again. The only issue is, I'd have to ask a certain... unpleasant prince to do the job." Mazhur stated, not that he would not find some way to make it all work out, but he would certainly like to scare her with the thought that he'd get a very dangerous prince to do the job. Indeed, her eyes widened quickly in horror at the thought of ever letting anything that came from that billy anywhere near her and swiftly she shook her head and gave a grunt.

"No... never... if you let him anywhere near me I'll bite my own tongue off!" Azzura stated, her mind suddenly filled with the image of that strange sideway glance of the Mad Prince, the way his eyes would always roll as if he could only see her through the whites! She shivered hideously as she thought about his sharpened hooves heading towards her and she quickly stretched her arms across her chest protectively. Azzura shivered as Mazhar then stroked her muzzle gently, steering her narrower mouth to his as they shared a soft pinch of their lips together and she gave a sigh, grasping his paw. "You wouldn't let that happen, would you?"

"No... we could try..." Mazhar stated, but he left that sentence hanging because the next best option might be a young male barely old enough to know the touch of a female. It was no unusual that there would be samples collected when they were old enough, it was part of a ritual to see if they were fertile and had potential to step into the line of an heir or became eunuchs working for them. He did not want to rely on a whelp though to achieve his goals and his actions already had been shameful to get this father as he then sighed and looked at her lovingly. "Do you want your reward now?"

"Hmm... let's see... you'd get killed if anyone knew you'd done this... but I want you so much..." The roe whimpered softly, unbuckling her skirt and letting it slide onto the floor before she rolled onto her front. She draped her arms over the seat arm, pressing her chest against it and showing off how the brassie still held the stitches in place that were used by the emperor's staff in the harem to see who'd been unfaithful. It was frustrating to think that the chamois' hooves could not gently knead at her bosom, but Mazhar was content to just play with the one area no one ever checked or dared to believe could be used for such a thing save by a pervert. "Is this a good position for you?"

"It'll do..." Mazhar chuckled softly, pulling out a sheath made from something unmentionable to catch his seed so it would not shame her body. He gently teased it down his erect form and hoped it would stay in place before he then picked up the bottle of oil that was always on hand. He poured some onto his digits, gently stroking it down along the horrid membrane of the sheath over his cock before he then brought it to the tailhole of the doe. It was already puckering and pinching in expectation, waiting for him to touch her as he gave a chuckle to see that it was already wet and widened. "Huh... you were expecting me..."

"I have to make sure its ready... I didn't doubt you'd reward me..." The doe stated, fluttering her long lashes affectionately towards him, making the buck chuckle in amusement before then shaking his head at her. He had to admit, it was nice to know he did not have to do too much work as he poured some oil to the whole, making her give a soft sigh of pleasure. He then pushed his hoof to it, gently rubbing at the hole, pressing in and then pushing out, widening the soft wet hole that felt warm against his cool hooves and was more then eager to pull him in deep. She groaned against his motion, smiling in pleasure and sucking in air with a sound of pleasure as he chuckled and then pulled his digits out.

Carefully, Mazhar slipped onto the sofa beside her as she gave a thoughtful chuckle and then lifted her tail for him. She strained forward and tried to spread her legs around him to be more comfortable, but Mazhar still strained his digits forward to tease her hole and hear her sharp little gulps of air. Her ears went back with her growing impatience as he continued to tease at her with a grin upon his sly face. But then he shuffled into position and gently brought his cock to her tailhole, stroking it gently to hear that little murmured groan of pleasure.

Once he heard it, he pushed himself firmly into her body, feeling the oil help him slide in just enough both her body squeezed in around him. She gave a few sharp sounds that were almost choking noises, her body aware of something hot and hard going where it should not. She clamped her hooves about the arm of the seat, squeezing the fabric tightly as she tried to relax her body. Mazhar teased her to take steadying breaths, something that was almost insulting to her as she let her body accept him in deeper. It was harder, tighter, he could almost feel her pelvis let alone the weight of the baby within pushing her passage shut.

The sensation was exalting, engulfing him in wet and warm flesh that pulsed and squeezed, oozed yet massaged his length. She almost gave out a bellow in her pleasure but for his sharp snap for her to stay quiet. He want to sigh out loudly and bugle his own pleasure in this tight union, but for this they'd both be beheaded. He pushed in as far as he could before he felt the passage too narrow and waves of spasm tried to push him out.

It felt good to see her on the verge of ruining everything but easing air out of her lungs with as much care and trepidation as this moment required. He then pulled back a little with his hips, hearing her give a choking sob of pleasure at the easing pressure before he pushed back in. She swore softly to him, but time was not on their side and he would not be able to enjoy this as much as he wished. Steadily he began to thrust back and forth with as care and quiet as he could manage through hot pants. Their faces were aglow with heat and their throats raw to try and contain themselves from screams.

It was not long enough for either, but after several minutes of almost pausing to listen for noise, the sweating pair were coming to climax. He felt her tighten and her half drowned gulping sound before the sudden low 'paaah' of her orgasm wet his fur. He hurried in and out some more before giving his grunt of completion before she bent her head back and their lips joined.Their tongues teased the air before he removed himself fast and cleared his evidence. She remained basking in the orgasm, unwilling to just today up so soon until his hose were on and he glared at her. Azzura gave a scoff of irritation but then gently pulled her clothes back up and adjusted herself as he rubbed at the bottom of his dagger like horns.

"This is a dangerous game we play, Azzura, but if we don't produce our next emperor the remaining choices are dire and I'm dead." Mazhar stated, though sometimes he wished he were a wild goat too... then the plant inside her belly would have been of his seed.

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So, a new series I'm going to join to my roster, this time with palace/ harem intrigue and the desolation of mad princes and bloodline obsessed monarchs. It could be fun and for this series prey can breed with prey and predator with predator... just to add a fun element to it.

Oh and I will try to draw a scene for each chapter, my roe for here looks much bigger than the chamois which was not my intention but it's practice.

Enjoy!