The Prince’s Father

King’s love for his trans son continues.

M / M ┃  Trans / Cis ┃ Human x Human ┃ Young x Old ┃ Taboo ┃ Voyeurism ┃ Asleep ┃ Dubcon ┃ Possessive Top ┃ Submission/Domination ┃ Mpreg ┃

Content Warning: Pre-op transmasc body & trans masc being submissive.

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The beautiful early Pearl’s months golden sun shone through the frost-veiled windows of my slowly shifting carriage, yet the dawn's beauty did little to soothe my aching heart. For the last seven months, Zerah had occupied my winter manor, getting bigger each day as my brood grew within him and I had not been able to see him at least for two full moons. My mind kept wandering back to the first night I had claimed him as my own. I could almost see it as if it had happened just yesterday. My angelic dark prince lying on his stomach, grasping for something to hold on to as I crouched over him, slamming my hips against him like it would be my last time, spreading his pussy open with my rod, listening to the cries of his delight.

Sitting in the carriage, I moved my hand over my groin. The mere thought of him had given me a fine hard-on, I envisioned his wet slit in front of me, dripping from the fluids, begging for me to enter it. I took my cock from my pants and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and began slowly to pump my hand while thinking about his eager eyes and hardening nipples. I had bred him for months, saving my seed just for him and it had been a hard habit to drop. I had not pleasured myself without him and the past few weeks had been agonizing. My cock began to pulse and I stopped, not letting myself release even a drop of precum unless it would end in him.

I let out a frustrated sigh before banging my fist against the carriage’s roof. The young red-headed pathfinder peaked through the window.

“What do you need, my king?” he asked, averting his gaze.

“How long until we arrive?” I barked, had I been able to, I would have kept my son inside the castle, yet keeping his condition secret from the rest of the world was of utmost importance to me, I had to keep him safe so I could have him all to myself. Had someone tried to get him from me, I’d have them incinerated. The thought of him lying with anyone else made my blood boil. Zerah had had his share of willing suitors, starting when he had been a mere child and I had never allowed such things, at first, it was for his own good, like one should protect his kin, but when he had become of age I started to see him in a very different light, which had bothered me for so long. It took me a while to understand, but when he became a man I knew what had bothered me so much. I wanted to have him and stopping myself from taking him had been agonizing and I had kept my distance, watching him from afar, almost slipping when I had seen him washing himself in a river nearby.

Returning from a well-gone hunt on a beautiful hot summer day, I passed the river when I saw him undressing under a willow tree and sipping rather lousy wine. Sweat glistened on his dark body as the sunlight shone through the leaves, painting his body with warm tones. I hid my steed and sneaked in to get a closer look, just a peek I told myself, just one quick peek, and there, behind those bushes I watched him. Zerah’s pleasing slim figure and round ass, his sensual movements looked like he was asking for me to get even closer, daring me to cross that silent boundary between us.

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Did he see me? I thought to myself while rubbing my growing bulge. When the splashing stream hid his body from me I had been more than disappointed, but then I saw him glance around, making sure no one could see him there, and beginning to touch himself, kneading his small breasts with one hand while other played with his body under the glimmering surface. Zerah’s lashes fluttered with lust and I enjoyed the view in secret, freeing my cock from my hunting pants and pleasuring myself with him, observing the ways he liked to be touched yet knowing I could never show him my love.

With silent whimpers, Zerah began to shiver and let out a small moan, driving me wild before getting from the water and laying naked on a quilt he had set under the tree, covering himself with only a small thin cape and falling asleep. By then I had been ready to jump on him, I wanted to rip that cloth and take him then and there. I sneaked in closer, my whole body trembling from the tension, stroking my stone-hard cock as I got closer and closer. The lad must have had a long day since he did not even wake up as I knelt right next to him, slowly and gently touching his dreaming physique. I grabbed his breast and rubbed the dark nipple between my two fingers making him whimper in his sleep while I shifted closer and put the tip of my shaft on his lips, twirling the leaking pre-cum all over them, hoping I could push myself inside.

I positioned my bulky body and steadied myself with the help of the tree trunk, almost getting my fat tip in before suddenly Zerah moved and I had to back away in fear of him waking up only for the young prince to turn on his side, mumbling something in his slumber. I laid on my side next to him and slid my hand between his tights, past the small patch of hair, and between his slit, pushing one finger over his clit and rubbing it with caution. Zerah began to whimper again, raising his leg slightly and I took my chance, nestling my cock between his legs and stroking it across his still puffy pussy lips, huffing against his back and tenderly massaging his clit with my fingers.

Zerah’s whimpers became louder and I stroked my cock faster between his silky thighs until I could feel my balls twitch hard and the red hot stub erupting with my seed, staining the quilt under our heaving bodies. Zerah began to stir awake, interrupting the next stage of my mad plan where I’d claim his waking self for myself. His awakening and my release made me withdraw momentarily before I could act on my more unhallowed hunger, the need to sheathe my sword deep into his pussy and breed him.

Quickly, I left the scene of my passionate crime and returned home like nothing had happened. Whenever Zerah fell back to sleep or realized what had happened before the sun hid my seed into dry staining I do not know and do not dare to ask even today.

My thoughts were interrupted by the pathfinder, “Sire, the Manor is just past that hill,” he repeated, unsure if I had heard him as I had gotten lost in my memories.

“Mh? Good, keep the pace,” I nodded, even with the Manor that close I wondered if I should run, but the less lustful part still talking sense into me talked me out of it. I had to keep up appearances, acting like a wild centaur sensing a mare in heat was not going to do me any favors and might even affect my reign if someone were to find my little breeding toy.

Yet I kept mulling over the thought as the shale roof of my winter mansion came into view, followed by the rest of the dark brick building covered in a thin layer of snow. The carriage stopped at the Iron gate and I got up, walking towards the front doors, excitement brewing hotter with each step as the servants took care of the luggage. The tall hallways of the Manor led me into a staircase covered with snow-white long rugs and to Zerah’s room. I stopped before knocking on the door, imagining how he must look right now, my sweet lover and womb ripened by my seed and swollen beyond belief.

To my servants, he had been knocked up by some lesser royal lady, to be hidden until he was ready to give birth and return to my castle like it had never happened. A shameful deed for sure, but not an uncommon one. They had no idea about the truth, that I had been the one to breed him and how I would do it again and again, keeping him to myself.

I licked my lips, knocked on the door, and entered it before being permitted to do so. Inside the chamber, Zerah sat on his bed, reading a book before raising his gaze to meet mine. His eyes widened from joy and he put his book down immediately. “My king! You're finally here!” Zerah laughed, turning in his bed, carefully shifting himself to sit on the edge, his protruding belly heavier than I had ever seen and breasts sagging from the newly gained weight, almost four times larger than before. His dark areolas peeked through the thin white fabric of his cotton shirt. There was no way he was carrying only one and he had to hold one of his arms under his belly while moving. Looking at that dark vertical line shooting down the navel and disappearing under the loose underwear made me get hard again, but I knew I had to wait, not let him see the desperation in my actions for it would not suit the actions of a king and a father.

Bolting the door behind me and walking over to the wide chair in the corner, I sat down and hailed him over.

“Come here, boy, I want to see you,” I urged and like the good son he was, he wobbled to me, kneeling down before me and putting his hands on my thighs.

“I was afraid you’d never come,” he said, his big dark eyes wide with enamor, telling me all I needed to know. He was mine and mine alone.

I wiped a few curly strands of hair from his face, “Son… I would never leave you, you’re more than enough.” My soothing voice made his eyes glimmer, rivaling the shimmer of the snowflakes outside this warm chamber.

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“How can I serve you, my king?” he asked with a flutter in his heart.

“I want you to focus on me, puppy,” I answered with a grin before adding “... And I want to see those lips on my cock.” With eager hands, Zerah pulled my rod from my pants and began to stroke it with his hands, licking the veiny thick pole with his delicious tongue while moving his mouth up and down and giving it small pecks between his gasps.

“See that, my boy? That’s all for you if you can earn it,” I purred to him as I stroked his slim neck.

“Please, my king, I’ve been waiting for you for so long!” Zerah pleaded.
“Then you better get up and turn around,” I ordered and enjoyed the sight of him having to push himself up with all of his strength, his engorged breasts jiggling in front of me before he turned his back to me. I grabbed his hips and marveled at his curved shape for a moment before pulling him to my lap, my hardened cock standing between his spread thighs, getting drenched from his fluids.

Zerah gasped, and his whole body shook from the suspension. His body and mind were all mine to use as I wished.

“Be gentle, please…” Zerah whispered, “It hurts if I move the wrong way…”

“This will help,” I growled and lifted his hips, before slamming my full length into his wanting hole, muffling his cries with one hand. Unwittingly, he began to move his hips up and down while panting into the palm of my hand, my cock stretching his pussy with each thrust as I kissed his back. The sensation of Zerah’s guts made me go wild, listening to my balls smack against his body and the wetness of his pussy sucking in my width. I grabbed his breast from behind and squeezed it, feeling how much it had grown since the first breeding. I wanted to impregnate him again and again, fill him up with my cum so much it would leak out of his precious hole.

“Give it to me, son,” I huffed behind him, plunging him down with force every time he tried to pull up, “Give yourself to me!”

With one squeeze, Zerahs breast started to drip milk and I thrust him down with one hand. His muscles began to contract and a high-pitched cry echoed through the room as I kept moving his shaking hips, his clasping muscles milking my cock with hunger. Soon my roars joined him and I slammed him down for the final time, keeping myself in as my cock blasted him with my virile sperm, hitting the gates of his womb.
Wearily, he collapsed back and I coiled my hands over his frail bumpy body and whispered into his ear, “What a wonderful little toy you are.”


When we finally managed to crawl on the bed, I kept him in my arms and we rested naked as I caressed his belly. In a few months, he would give birth to my brood and I would have to wait at least a month before breeding him again. Barely surviving the past two months I had no love for the idea and wondered if I should take another to be bred, but soon discarded such ideas, right now I had everything I needed in my arms and the plans I had in store for him thrilled me almost enough to keep me awake all night.


With him in my arms, we slept well past the next noon and as the sun began to set again behind the mountains of my winter manor, Zerah stirred awake in its absence, mumbling softly. His behind pushed against my groin gently yet the mere touch of his silky skin made my flaccid member harder.

“Damn you, boy,” I whispered to his ear and my words startled him, making him push against me again. I bucked my hips against him while gripping his protruding belly.

“Damn you, boy. You can’t keep doing this to me,” I snarled and clasped my onto his neck, licking it with rising ferocity as I began to jerk my body against his. Zerah’s mumbles and squeaks turned to soft moans.

“I have other duties to attend to, but you need to be taught some manners,” I lashed out between the kisses I tortured his sensitive skin with despite knowing it was all I wanted to do. With a few more thrusts, my cock had reached its full length and I turned to my back.

“Get on top of me,” I barked, and the good little prince obeyed like always. Zerah’s nipples were hard and with his size, it was hard for him to get from his side on top of me. I took his pregnancy-fattened hips into my hands and admired the view. Zerah’s formerly slim body had gone through a lot of changes, giving him fat where there used to be none, but he was still small enough to fit into my arms easily. Laying under him I could see the darkened veins underneath his belly as my erection poked his lower abdomen. As I revered my work Zerah began to massage his billowing breasts.

“Please, let me have it,” he pleaded, his lips trembling from excitement, his hunger for me filled me with indescribable pride. Zerah’s body and mind were truly mine and I would gladly use them.

“Good, I need to prepare you for the evening,” I said with a smile, “Lift your little bum and get ready.” Quickly, I picked an oil from the drawer and poured some on my cock as the prince lifted himself up, expecting me to plunge myself into his little pussy, not knowing I had other plans. I grabbed his hips again with my oil-stained hands and forced him down as I lined my cock with his rear. Zerah let out a cry as my fat tip spread his rim, pressing in with only a little bit of resistance, but enough to force him to put his hands on my chest for support.

“Good little boy,” I murmured, “Take it all in, you’ll need to learn.” Encouraged by my purrs Zerah began to move his hips, allowing more of my fat shaft in.

“You feel so good, take it all,” I continued and began slowly moving my hips more, I had finally claimed all of his holes, a thought which thrilled me almost as much as seeing my son's reddening face heaving from pleasure. As I began to buck my hips faster and faster, Zerah’s eyes rolled back and he arched his back, letting himself sink even deeper into his bliss. My bulbous tip thrusted into him and with each thrust, I grunted as my pace increased. The boy felt so good, spreading open just for me, his rim squeezing my shaft with enough pressure to drive anyone over the edge. Zerah’s body began to quiver and I slammed my cock deep into him to give him one last push. And with that, Zerah let out a high-pitched cry, unable to hold himself up anymore and collapsing on top of me. His squeezing muscles milked my cock enough to make my balls pulse and release my load into his tunnel.

Zerah shivered as I pulled back slightly, leaving my throbbing tip inside.

“Good boy, you take in my seed so well. You’ll be ready for the evening,” I purred and brushed his dark curls drenched by his sweat with one hand. 



The final rays of the sunlight had disappeared a long time ago when I sat with my son in the dining room, reposed after our late-noon sessions. In the candlelight, I watched him devour his meals like a man possessed, fat dripping down from his chin as he ate the boar the servants had aged well. Zerah had always been reserved and quiet, keeping himself tidy and constrained. Seeing him lose himself gave me pleasure, I had broken down his barriers and made him something anew. Sure, he still kept himself composed when there were others around, especially servants which was expected of him, but when we were alone, Zerah dropped all resemblances of honor and acted on my command like a good little puppy.

I savored the taste of the black wine and the delicious scents of the meal in front of us for a moment before taking the first bite. The vegetables might not have been fresh, but the spices and cream made them drizzle with taste and as soon as I bit into the boar my mouth was filled with juicy succulence.

“My king,” a small voice reached me from the opposite side of the table.

“Yes, my prince?”

Zerah blushed at my words and stuttered, “Y-you said you had something planned for this evening, may I ask what it is?”

A warm laughter escaped from my mouth. So young, so eager, I thought to myself before giving him a vague answer, “You'll find out soon enough. Now finish your dinner and go wash yourself, I will be waiting for you in the reception hall.”

Once Zerah was done, he came over to give me a small smooch on my bearded cheek before returning to his room, leaving me alone to enjoy the rest of my meal. I thought about my plans and chuckled out loud.

Soon the boy would know even more unearthly pleasures.