Marras Chapter II

A young escort meets with his patron.

M / M ┃ Moth/Hare x Elk  ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Anal┃ Masturbation ┃ Vaginal sex ┃ +4k words

Content Warning: Trans masc body with a vag, no tits tho. Implied past abuse. Body horror. Implied (un)deadish baby (WHAT?!)

Hundreds of years ago, when humanity’s light finally faded, another species took its place as the dominant species. As the bipedal thaunon rose from the ashes of the long-dead humans, they inherited the ravaged land of Kaaruu.


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The bedding underneath Kypriss’ nude body was made from the finest moss fibers and even though it looked like a soft moss bed, it felt silky to the touch. It took years to make such beautiful fabric, especially at that size, and it cost more than Kypriss could ever earn in a lifetime. Yet, here he was, lying naked on one, waiting for his latest patron to arrive. The white moth brushed his ears and coat carefully with one hand, feeling slightly nervous. The porcelain mask covering his face dug into his skin alone was uncomfortable enough, yet it wasn’t the reason for his shyness. Kypriss had met his elchen patron only once before, but it had been enough to make Lord Gair of the Emberbark rent Kypriss and invite him to the Emberbark Keep in Old Grove as his personal companion for six days, a very respectable assignment only a few grisets would dare to decline and Kypriss wasn’t going to miss his chance at rising the guild ranks.

The hinges of the dark wooden door creaked aloud as the Lord of the Old Grove stepped in, his cloven hooves made the wood beneath them groan under the heavy weight. Seeing Kypriss' slender nude body lying on his bed made the old man smile warmly towards the boy and Kypriss reciprocated the gesture with a smile of his own though it was hidden by his mask. The elkish ruler closed the door behind him and sat by Kypriss’ side, lifting his head by the chin with his forefinger.

“Can’t you take that mask off? Just for once, my chaz?” he pleaded in a gravelly voice. Lord Gair’s matte dark brown fur betrayed his age, and there was one large scar on his face, whatever had slashed him had just barely missed his eyes and made a deep wound across his face, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that Kypriss found attractive.

“I’m afraid that would be against the guild rules, m’lord,” Kypriss replied, letting his eyes do the gentle smiling for him, “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, m’lord, it’s time for you to relax,” he cooed to the man thrice his size, hiding his nervousness behind his mask. Kypriss began slowly undressing his lord, freeing the heavy dark green cape from the hooks holding it in place and letting it fall down with a loud thud, Kypriss’ nimble fingers got into the fastening of the wooden breastplate and quickly unclasped it as well. The exquisite pitch-black wood glowed in colors resembling the embers of a dying fire even in the dusk-shrouded room. The finely crafted armor was lighter than any other metal, but almost as strong as the scaled steelsilk, perfected over the decades of delicate craftsmanship done by Lord Gair’s bloodline who kept it a safely guarded secret.

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Soon, Kypriss found what he was looking for underneath the layers of cloth, the dark, coarse fur covering the skin aching for his tender touch. He pushed Lord Gair gently to make him lay down on his feathery black wings and moved on top of him, moving his bare hips against the newly nude sturdy frame and brushing the lord’s upper body with his fingers.

“Oh, my poor little lord, I can feel your radiating tension,” the white moth teased, playfully caressing the lord’s most sensitive spots, making him shiver from desire. Kypriss pulled closer to Gair’s face and whispered, “... It doesn’t even compare to the yearning I have between my thighs for you.” Lord Gair’s slim yet lengthy pole popped up like a springed trap from its pouch and Kypriss pulled away lifting his butt enough to get the hardened member between them and began to sway his hips upright, letting the lord’s pouch fluids smear all over his rear while listening with enjoyment the passionate groaning beneath him.

Over the past few years, Kypriss had learned a lot about what his patrons wanted and had come to the conclusion that there were only two types; those who wanted to dominate and those who wanted to be dominated, but only if they thought they were the ones in charge, to Kypriss’ relief, the Lord Gair wanted to be dominated even if he would never admit it. Lords and ladies of his status had to stay on the reins even in their private lives or face the possibility of losing the power they had either gained or been born into. To Kypriss it had been the only truth he had ever known and it had only been strengthened by his experiences. The men he had been with who only wanted to dominate were dangerous, they took their frustrations out in violent ways, a sign of which Kypriss bared on his lower back and on the back of his neck behind the dark hair, the marks were left on him almost two years ago, but the stinging had eased only a little, slithering into his body and mind periodically.

“Hmm, you feel so good m’lord,” Kypriss hummed, “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.” Lord Gair grabbed Kypriss by the hips, digging his nails deep into the moth’s skin, and moaned, thrusting his erect cock between the boy’s cheeks.

“L-let… Me… Have you…Then…” the Elch huffed and Kypriss was willing to provide, he bent his hips to allow the lord’s small crown to push against his rim and began to put pressure on it. His preparations had paid well when the coned tip plunged in with ease. Kypriss gasped and matched his pace with Lord Gair, squeezing the member inside his ass with his muscles. Where the lord lacked in width, he made up in length and with each thrust, Lord Gair was able to reach deeper inside. Kypriss panted loudly behind his mask, enjoying the feeling of the shaft as the elk lord furiously pommeled into Kypriss’ hole, making his pussy leak on the dark brown fur under him.

Kypriss quickened his movements before slamming down, taking in the full length of his patron, who let out a bellowing grunt as his pouched balls pulsed between Kypriss’ tights and released the hidden molten treasure inside them into Kypriss. The Lord of the Old Grove gasped for air as his potent seed found its goal with Kypriss still riding on top, milking every single drop the Lord Gair could spare.

“Ah, let me keep it in, I want to take all of your stress away,” Kypriss panted, moving his hips in a rotating motion, squeezing his muscles around Lord Gair’s rod, taking pleasure from the powerless expression on his patron’s face before finally faking climax of his own, spreading his white wings open with a loud moan and collapsin next to the man.

Lord Gair took Kypriss into his embrace, snuggling tightly as heaving in their chests calmed down against each other.

“Please, take off that stupid mask, my darling, let me see your face,” he pleaded again with a weary tone. Kypriss declined again, “You know I can’t, m’lord, I’m sworn to the Shade.” Lord Gair huffed with disapproval, “Stay here then. You don’t need that life anymore, I can provide for you if you become my courtier.”

“I can’t be a courtier, love, I’m low-born and you have a name to hold to. Our relationship is based on a price. My company, skills, and body will be yours for the duration of our deal, but I can never be anything more than that,” Kypriss scolded the man like he was talking to a child.

Lord Gair tugged Kypriss closer to himself, “But can’t you feel the bond between our hearts? Here you could eat as much as you wanted and sleep as much as you like without having to worry about work!”

Kypriss had felt many binds, some inside him and others on his body as it was wrapped in silky ropes for pleasure, but the feelings he was having for the Lord Emberbark were friendly at best, he was here because he could pay for his services and had enough status to raise it. As much as Kypriss enjoyed the Lord’s company, it wasn’t anything more than that, yet saying ‘no’ to a powerful man like him carried consequences Kypriss did not want to risk.

“Listen…” Kypriss hesitated for a moment, “The guild rules say I can only be here for a week, then I need to get back. If you want to, we can arrange a longer reservation but-...” Before he could continue, his sentence was interrupted by the loud ringing of a bell. It was a heavy and demanding sound coming from a large bell hanging in the middle of the Emberbark Keep only reserved for emergencies. Suddenly filled with energy and prominence Lord Gair got up and dressed himself leaving the previously pathetic pleading behind him as if it had never happened.

“M’lord, what’s happening?” Kypriss asked, he knew such bells rarely rang for anything pleasurable, and in his worst fears it could only mean one thing, an attack.

“It rang five times, so humans,” the Lord stated as he got his breastplate and began to fasten the dark steel clasps over his shoulders.

“Humans?” Kypriss’ eyes widened behind the mask he was wearing, “You have humans here?”

“There was an earthquake about one year ago and it ripped a rift into the ground near the Keep, the damned things began to pour out like a bunch of ants…” Lord Gair paused for a moment before glancing back at Kypriss “No ill will towards you kin,” he added with a slight sense of shame.

“None taken,” Kypriss replied, hiding his annoyance, “I have as much in common with the ants as much as you have with the four-legged beasties in the forest.”

“Yes, but… You know..” Lord Gair mumbled in response, “You have antennae, and they… Even the small, non-sentient ones have them, so…”

“... And you have wings, yet I’m not calling you a bird, m’lord” Kypriss chided back. Lord Gair clammed up and suddenly his cheeks got a lot hotter before he let out a boisterous laughter.

“Hah! I suppose you're right, my chaz, I suppose you’re right!” Lord Gair’s laughter was contagious and Kypriss couldn’t help but laugh too, lifting the momentary umbrage between them.


Then the bell outside their little love nest rang for five times again.


Lord Gair improved his posture “Don’t worry, you will be safe here, but I’m expected to attend even though there is no danger,” the elk reassured his lover.

“Oh? Then can I come with you? I’ve never seen a human before, I have only heard tales,” Kypriss’ head perked up from the bedsheets. Like most thaunon children, he had heard scary stories about them and had seen some very scary illustrations, but only those who dared to travel outside city walls without any protection, hunted them for a living or happened to be part of excavation progress had encountered them.

“If you can handle it, why not?” Lord Gair replied back with a disgusted grin, “... But if you see nightmares tonight, don’t blame me!” The elk lord let out a nervous chuckle, but despite his clear attempts at feeble opposing, Kypriss was determined to follow him and quickly put on his stone-washed blue dress and followed his patron.

The evening air outside was refreshingly cold, and the nights in the Old Grove were cold even with the widespread forest covering the whole area. The thicket made it a good place to live though. The falling leaves made the land lush for cropping even with the thick canopy of leaves barely letting any sun in and the Emberbark had lived there with their kin for decades if not longer. The thick treeline had even saved the area from the deadly Veil moving silently across Kaaruu and it gave its people more cover to stave off any enemy forces trying to get in. Yet now there was a new threat and Kypriss would soon witness it.

Kypriss walked behind Lord Gair, feeling the gentle sway of the wooden platform only held by the ropes attached to the tall trees. Due to its floating nature, The Emberbark Keep required constant upkeep, but its place above the ground level gave its inhabitants another ingenious way to ward off any threats that might come their way. It had enough height to not let anyone climb on it easily, but it was also low enough so one could jump down from it without too much harm if they were to time their jump well. Yet, Kypriss was too afraid to look down and focused his gaze on the lord’s back, a lovely sight sure, but much better without so much clothing covering it.

The scent of fir was mixed with that of smoke coming from low-burning torches placed safely far away from anything that might catch fire. The tar cloth on the torches gave its own signature smell, but it was barely noticeable under all the other scents coming from the forest. 

Then Kypriss could smell something else.

It was something slightly metallic with a foul overscent. Without turning around, Lord Gair knew what Kypriss was sensing. “Some say the Veil has the same smell,” he answered nonchalantly before adding, “It gets worse soon,” and that’s when Kypriss noticed something else besides the smell, there was a low, almost rumbling, continuous humming sound coming somewhere in front of them that made a shiver run down his spine.

The Keep Guards were gathering near the edge of the hanging platform, looking down and talking loudly to each other as Kypriss and Lord Gair arrived. As soon as they spotted their leader, they bowed down and let him in the front with Kypriss on his tail. The White moth grabbed the edge of the fence to peek down and gasped in horror. The sight from below almost made him gag, as he finally saw dozens of them, humans, two-legged hominid creatures without skin, glistening in the faint light of the torches revealing the wet, raw tissue like that of a freshly skinned game. They were slowly slouching toward the ditch with sharp wooden spikes in it in an attempt to get to them, falling into it as their nonsensical groans continued. They had gaping red holes indicating the place where their mouths should have been, their hums were low and raspy almost like that of grasshoppers in the sun but without any obvious rhythm, it was only one continued growl. They walked aimlessly, some following others, some staying near a tree trunk and furiously bashing their hands and heads to it until stopping and following another human into its demise.

“Sounds coming from the Keep leads them here, if we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands,” Lord Gair explained, “It’s okay if you don’t want to watch.” He shot Kypriss a worried look and without noticing it, Kypriss realized he had put his hands over his mask-covered mouth in terror. One human shambled closer, unable to keep pace with the others even with their already slow momentum. It was dragging something with it, a long meaty rope hanging between its legs wrapped twice around its calf and hitting the ground with a large lump hanging at the end of it. The sudden realization made Kypriss let out a small horrified gasp and step back.

“I warned you,” Lord Gair chuckled conceitedly, “Once they impale themselves in the ditches, we set the tar in it inflames… That’s the only way to get rid of them, otherwise, they’ll just keep lashing out and try to get to us.”

“You can’t kill them in any other way?” Kypriss asked.

“We’ve tried, but they always keep coming back, and no matter how small a puddle of flesh you grind them into. They are dangerous even in the tiniest form.” Lord Gair’s words gave Kypriss a little comfort, “It’s going to smell horrible and we need to be careful with the fire, but it’s the only way.” There was no cruelty in Lord Gair’s tone. Humans didn’t disgust him as much as they used to and part of him wondered if he should be worried about it, but soon he pushed such thoughts in the back of his mind, silencing them for the time being in order to keep his composure in front of his guards, there would be another day for self-reflection.

Kypriss gave the atrocious show unfolding under them one last look and turned to Lord Gair.

“I think I’ve seen enough,” he said, “I’ll go back, I think I need to wash myself.” Lord Gair gave him a sympathetic glance and kissed Kypriss’ masked cheek, “I’ll be with you in a few hours,” he promised and the white moth returned to the lord’s den in contemplative silence. Kypriss drew a bath for himself in the small room beside the lord’s room and stepped into the wooden washtub, making sure there was no one else around, he removed his mask and revealed his face to the absent crowd. His white cheeks were covered with fresh wet streaks and he hid his face again with his hands.


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Lord Gair watched the bodies writhing in the stakes with uneasiness in his heart. He was standing in the clearing underneath the Keep with a torch and a long pole. The fluttering flame painted the chiseled edges of his face even sharper in the darkness of the twilight.

“More than last time,” an elch woman next to him said as the other guards kept pouring more tar into the pit.

“Has there been any word from Heike and her group?” Lord Gair asked, pushing his small wings closer to himself.

“No, but…” The woman muttered, before adding “... They still have a few days.”

“Not with a group like this coming through that forsaken crevice.”

“My husband is with them.”

“I know Gertia, but you need to be reasonable.”

Unable to hold her tears in, Gertia began to weep, “I know, my lord… My apologies… ” Lord Gair nodded without looking away from the blazing fire abruptly blooming into its full force before them, with somber looks they watched as the horrifying bodies began to burn, opening their jaws in an attempt to continue their low humming only for it to turn into somehow even more horrifying silence as their bodies turned into ash. Lord Gair put his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“We need to figure out something else soon,” Lord Gair stated, “... Or your husband is not going to be the last one they get.”


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When Lord Gair returned to his quarters, Kypriss was already lying on his bed, nude just as their agreement stipulated. Burning of the bodies had taken a little bit longer than Lord Gair had hoped, but it had been done and now his fur had been stained by the smell of sulfur and acrid charcoal. He leaned in to give a kiss to his griset, who winced as soon as Lord Gair got close enough.

“You stink,” Kypriss whined and wrinkled his nose hidden by the mask.

“I know, I apologize,” Lord Gair answered, “I’ll go to take a bath.”

“Do you want someone to wash you?” Kypriss inquired, lifting his head from the pillow. He was ready to do anything to get what he had seen out of his head and gazing at the nude ruler would be a fine way to do so.

“I think I’d rather wash this burned fat from me alone, but maybe tomorrow,” Lord Gair whispered and kissed the top of the Kypriss’ head again, he got up and just as he opened the bathroom door, he turned around and spoke hesitantly, “It’s probably too late to beg you to stay here anymore?” Kypriss had thought about ending their contract while taking a bath, it was his right as a guild member after all, even though they encouraged their grisets to stay for the duration of the contract, there were situations where the griset was allowed to leave like if their lives were endangered and Kypriss could see how staying this close to a rift spitting out humans could be seen as such, but leaving early still came with some caveats, even if his life was at risk and missing part of the payment he had received was not an option for him.

Kypriss smiled with his eyes again, “M’lord, You paid for six days and I have been here for three, you still have three more left.” Lord Gair smiled at him before turning around and closing the door behind him. Whether Kypriss liked it or not, Lord Gair was a man of high status, and his requests for Kypriss’ services could earn him his weight in talers, angering such patron was not wise and if Lord Gair was right, the shambling humans should not be any real threat to him yet Kypriss was unsure if he believed the man, something in the elchen’s demeanor had started to bother him, and what he had seen tonight had made some part of her mind scream in terror, begging him to run for his life, but Kypriss would not run, not tonight at least. He would complete the lord’s order and be grateful for the talers he had earned.


It took almost an hour for Lord Gair to wash himself, but when he did, he had successfully washed away the stench he had been carrying. The elk curled behind Kypriss and took him into his arms, pushing his short snout to soft dark hair and enjoying Kypriss’ soft scent.

“My offer is still on the table,” he whispered into the moth’s ear, “You can stay as my personal attendant and I will provide for you.”

“... And I can be that, but only if you rent my services with the guild,” Kypriss replied back.

Frustrated by the griset’s refusal, Lord Gair huffed angrily, blowing warm air into Kypriss’ neck.

“I still have three days to change your mind then,” Lord Gair objected. The elk’s refusal to accept Kypriss’ answer annoyed him, but he knew better than to show what he was feeling, letting him believe he could change his mind made him even thirstier for his services and Kypriss would take it. 

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“M’lord is allowed to do as he wishes, but I’d rather have you enjoy the few days we still have together and I think your body wants that too,” Kypriss purred, feeling the lord’s member poking his back in full erection.

The White moth turned around and climbed back on top of Lord Gair’s freshly washed body and took the throbbing shaft into his hands. Lord Gair groaned approvingly as Kypriss began to stroke his rod gently.

“You make my hands look so small,” Kypriss whispered, gripping the elchen’s tip with one hand, swirling his thumb around the crown while gently tugging his shaft downwards with the other. The softness of Kypriss's touch was sending waves of pleasure within Lord Gair and as soon as he moved his palm over the tip and began to rub it in a circular motion, the lord’s precum stained the griset’s hand.

“H-how can you be so good,” Lord Gair huffed, desperate for more.

“You inspire me, m’lord,” Kypriss lied as he continued to tease his patron. He spread Lord Gair’s precum over the tip and shaft before lifting his hips and taking the crown between his puffy pussy lips slowly allowing it to enter. Kypriss grabbed Lord Gair’s hands and guided them to grasp his waist.

“Hold me, m’lord, I’ll need your strength,” The White moth whispered and readied himself before plunging his hips down and taking in the Lord Gair’s whole length again. Both gasped almost in sync, the other doing it as an act as the one below him moaned with desire. Lord Gair thrusted his hips up and down, slamming his pouched ball sack into Kypriss's rear with each shove. The feeling of Kypriss's wet hole squeezing his member felt amazing like it was meant only for him and Lord Gair couldn’t help himself as he began to buck his hips even more violently into the dripping pussy.

“Mmh,” The White moth moaned as he gave the elk more room to move and allowed him to plunge into his pussy even harder, “Ah, I’m going to come soon,” Kypriss panted, “I want you to come with me!” The elk under him grunted, and his thrusting got faster until he slammed Kypriss down one more final time, and his pulsing cock shot strings of creamy seed deep into Kypriss's guts. At the same moment, Kypriss’ pussy clamped into Lord Gair’s member, and threw his head back with a loud gasp, for him it was another theatrical show, but for Lord Gair it meant everything.

“Oh, y-yes…” Kypriss whimpered, “Give me your seed!” The White moth’s whole body trembled from the exercise, enhancing the delightful feeling Lord Gair was experiencing. Kypriss stayed in place for a while and then began slowly to move to the elk’s side, letting Lord Gair’s softening member slide out and leaving a trail of his cum on his thigh. Lord Gair pulled Kypriss into his embrace, spooning the much shorter male again. Kypriss could feel the man’s pounding heart as he pushed the back of his head against the fur-covered chest.

“I hope I have pleased you well today, m’lord,” he whispered, knowing well he had done more than that.

“I think I should charge more,” Lord Gair chuckled wearily, “You’ve more than earned your wages.”

As Lord Gair fell asleep, and his snoring covered any possibility of any of the noises coming from the outside to be heard next to him, Kypriss swore he had started to hear that same low hum again, continuous and persistent like the one he had heard before. Shivers began to plague him once again and he thought about the humans again, slowly shambling toward their doom and attacking anything they could get their hands on. He thought about Lord Gair’s words.

“If we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands.”

Kypriss imagined himself, standing just before the staked ditch and those things skulking towards him, grabbing him not unlike the men he had known a long time ago and digging their raw putrid fingers underneath his skin, clawing at him in rage and ripping him apart limb from limb.

When he finally stepped into the dreaming, his dreams were restless, the horrifying sight he had witnessed earlier that night guaranteeing that he would have horrible nightmares.

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.