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Prince Emeric knew what he was getting into. Of course he did. He had agreed to this, after all.
His marriage was entirely for the treaty. It was a treaty his father had been so very proud to sign, even if it involved giving his youngest son away to the king of the shifter kingdom. Not that Emeric had ever been his father's favorite. Too much of a dreamer, too creative, too hopeful to be a good king. He knew that was part of why his father had agreed to marry him off.
Admittedly, he had never been particularly fond of his father either and had spent the past few weeks dreaming of his new life, married to some powerful animal shifter king. He knew very little about the man, but he knew that he was handsome, and well... Emeric's other weakness, the other reason his father was so eager to get rid of him, was that he was only into men. Big, strong men.
The king who would be his husband was certainly big and strong. He'd received a single small painting of his likeness upon their agreement, and had already spent countless nights jacking off to that image.
The morning of his marriage, he was handed over at the border, taken into the care of the shifter king's attendants. Upon arriving at the palace, he had been bathed and pampered entirely by beautiful young women. He'd been dressed in a loose-fitting robe with nothing under it, had his shoulder-length brown hair braided and his nails trimmed.
No one had explained what was going on to him or when he would meet his husband. He could only assume this was some sort of preparation for his wedding ceremony.
By the time they were finished with him it was evening, and he was taken not to his chambers or to some great hall like he had pictured, but to a large courtyard.
The women who stood on either side of him paused as they reached the arched entryway. There were dozens of others there, all of them men. They gathered around the edges of the courtyard, many of them with their shirts off, all of them different heights and builds. They didn't cheer or speak as he entered. They only silently stared, like... well. Like a pack of wolves.
It was the first time since he'd arrived that he'd felt an inkling of fear.
"What's going on?" he hissed to the woman next to him. They had exchanged a few words, but she had been largely silent during their afternoon together, and he had never been one to strike up unnecessary conversation.
She blinked at him as though it was a foolish question. "The ritual, of course," she said. When he only stared blankly at her, she raised her eyebrows. "To prepare you for His Majesty?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered. But the other woman was beginning to usher him across the lawn to a table arranged at its center.
"Did no one tell you of this?" she asked, and he shook his head. As they reached the table, the other woman began pulling his robe off over his head and he startled, nearly smacking her in the face.
"Relax," she hissed, while the woman he'd been speaking to stood before him, staring him down.
"We must strip you, for the ritual," she told him. So, he lifted his arms and let himself be stripped.
"What is... the ritual?" he asked, eyeing the men gathered around them, who were thankfully, hopefully out of earshot. The robe tugged off over his head and he was suddenly extremely aware of how perfectly naked he was. Not that he had ever been ashamed of his appearance. He had a good, slim build, a faint dusting of soft brown hair across his chest, and a pale complexion. Some men had told him he was quite beautiful. But to be stared at so hungrily by so many eyes... and where was the king?
"You will lay here," the woman explained quickly. "And they," she motioned to the men around them, "will prepare you for the king."
Emeric swallowed. He was starting to get the picture. "All of them?" he hissed, and she only shrugged.
"Until the king decides you are ready."
Well... okay, then.
"And where is he? The king? My future husband?"
The woman pointed. At the other side of the courtyard, up a wide set of steps set between two stone pillars, was a platform shrouded by trees. It was so well-shaded, and so high up, it was perhaps no surprise he was only noticing it now.
Beneath those trees sat an enormous black wolf. He looked like a shadow himself, aside from his eyes, which glowed bright and golden. He was completely still and utterly silent.
Emeric sucked in a quiet breath. His dick was getting hard. And it only grew harder when he realized that wolf was staring at him.
That, and the men gathered around them were growing restless. Were they all going to fuck him?
He swallowed.
Well... maybe. Maybe he was going to enjoy this, if he didn't pass out in the process.
He climbed onto the table, and was arranged on his hands and knees. Then the women began fixing metal cuffs to his ankles and wrists.
Emeric let out an embarrassed little laugh, already flushed from all the attention. "I don't think that's necessary," he told them, but they paid him no mind.
Lowering himself onto his chest with his ass in the air, he pressed his cheek to the wood. He couldn't see much from here, aside from the men on that side of the courtyard, so when there was a distinct prodding as his hole, he yelped.
"Relax," the woman behind him said as she shoved four slick fingers up his ass.
Emeric moaned. It was a sound that seemed to alert just about every man in the near vicinity, some of them shifting, growling.
"Silence!" came a booming bark from behind him and he knew... knew that was the command of the king. The shifting ceased at once.
After a moment tugging at his rim to ensure he was open enough, the women turned, bowed to the king, and began to draw away.
"W-wait," he started to say, because he hadn't realized they were just going to leave him there but then again... he supposed he would be in the hands of his new husband soon enough.
Once the women had left and sealed the doors behind them with a great thud, there was complete silence once more.
Then the king said, "Begin."
Emeric watched as the men—at least those he could see—began to transform. With snarls and growls, their forms shifted, growing bigger, broader, hairier, their faces elongating into snouts, their fingers lengthening into claws. They began to bark to each other, but the king barked loudest of all, presumably commanding some kind of order to the situation.
They began to close in, and then they were lining up, and he could sense one of them approaching him from behind. He shuddered, his heart pounding, breath coming harder, anticipation trembling through him.
"No biting," the king commanded as one of the wolf men mounted him. "No knotting." Emeric gasped as a thick, hot cock prodded at his hole. "No clawing."
He whimpered, shifting, almost calling out to them to wait, to give him a moment and then... then it pushed inside, popping in past his rim.
Emeric moaned, his eyes rolled back in his head, all the nervousness pouring out of him at once, replaced by sheer arousal as his body arched and his fingers curled.
Oh, the weight of that cock, at the sheer size of it. The man began fucking into him without waiting for him to fully adjust and he was groaning, pulling at his binds, shoving his hips back against it like some wanton slut and gasping for breath.
He was already starting to see the point of the shackles, the point of all of this. A wolf the size of the king... a wolf who had already implied he wanted to knot him... if this cock was so large, he couldn't even imagine the size the king's cock would be.
Biting his lip, Emeric whined as the man behind him fucked him harder, faster, soft fur brushing his back, clawed hands planted on either side of his slim waist. He was fucking almost all the way into his guts, and his own cock felt pathetically small by comparison, hanging uselessly between his thighs.
Faster and faster the wolfman fucked him, until at last he buried in deep and came with a great howl. Emeric could feel the knot swelling, pressing up against his rim. It was huge.
The man very obediently did not try to push it inside him, simply spilled until Emeric could feel it making his belly swell, his prostate throbbing as that enormous cock shoved up against it. He felt close to orgasm too, his own cock dripping down onto the wood beneath him.
Then the wolf pulled out and Emeric gasped, but before he could truly adjust to being empty, there was another man mounting him, shoving inside him. He started fucking him immediately, clearly desperate after having watched the first man, and Emeric sobbed.
"Oh—" he moaned, and then he was coming, twitching and shuddering, clenching up around the cock inside him and spilling white cum onto the wood beneath him.
The men around him all began to bark and howl in a near frenzy. When the man whose cock was buried in him snarled and came, they barked even louder, and Emeric moaned in reply. His stomach was already so full, and just like the last time, another wolf cock was buried in him before he could recover from the first.
"Good," he heard the king's voice boom. "I want his cock soft and dry by the time I claim him. It will make it all the easier."
That only made the man inside him fuck him harder, and he sobbed as he tried to grasp at the wood. They were closing in, now, wolfmen on all sides, some on all fours, some up on their hind legs, stroking their cocks to full hardness with great clawed hands.
One of them moved over to his head, grabbed his fluffy brown hair and nudged at his lips with one of the fattest cocks he'd ever seen. He moaned and opened his mouth and the cock was shoved in, up against the back of his throat, hot against his tongue, and all he could do was take it and suck on it, his eyes watering. It filled his mouth entirely, the cock in his ass shoving in deep as the man behind him spilled himself, adding more cum to the pool already distending his belly.
He gasped around that thick cock as the one in his ass pulled out, but there was a moment of reprieve, not a cock shoving inside him right away but clawed hands on his ass, pulling it wide open. There was a quiet snarling, and the thick wet pull of a tongue across his hole, licking up the cum that dripped out of him.
He moaned, fists clenched, and the man fucking his mouth took the opportunity to press deeper, thrusting in to fuck against the back of his throat.
It was a good thing he had basically no gag reflex. He'd sucked the cocks of so many servants and guards, kneeling and begging for it until they gave it to him because who could refuse a pretty young prince like him?
And now... now it was paying off. He opened his mouth wider for that cock as the other wolf's tongue dove into his hole, then pulled out, and there were more claws on his ass, two wolfmen behind him, vying for access to his ass, biting and yipping at each other.
Were they... fighting over him?
He moaned, long and loud, eyes going wide as he felt one of the wolfmen sliding beneath him, pulling his hips down. His cock and balls met the furry stomach of the man trying to fuck him, the wolf curled somewhat sideways beneath him.
He urged Emeric's hole down onto his cock, and Emeric moaned as it slid in easily. They really were opening him up, all those thick cocks and the cum they'd spilled inside him doing their job.
As the man started to fuck him and his body went slack, eyes rolling back in his head, the other who'd been fighting for his hole mounted him, a second cock pushing at his rim.
Emeric opened his mouth wider, let the cock pushing at his throat in a little deeper, and closed his eyes. It wasn't going to fit, but he was too blissed out to think about it. It did feel good, to have a second cockhead shoving at his entrance while he was getting fucked, and he found himself relaxing.
The wolf trying to mount him let out a snarl of frustration, a single clawed finger slipping into his hole alongside that cock, pulling up to force him open further. He gasped, sobbing around his mouthful as the man tried again to push into him and succeeded. The head popped in, and the stretch hurt, hurt so bad it felt good. Emeric nearly screamed as he clawed at the wood, tensing up before reminding himself that it would only hurt more if he didn't relax.
They didn't let him adjust, just pushed inside, both wolves taking him at once, fucking in and out. They were crushing his prostate, stuffing him to the brim, the pleasure searing hot, both wolves barking in delight that they'd managed to double penetrate him.
His cock and balls rubbed uselessly against the stomach of the wolf below him, but the stimulation was good, and he was coming before he'd even realized he was on the verge of it, sobbing around the cock shoved down his throat as he spilled himself across the wolf's hairy chest.
They didn't relent at all, fucking him right through it until he was shaking violently, his body growing overstimulated, so overstimulated it looped right around into pleasure and he found himself coming again, entirely from the intensity of the pressure on his prostate, his cock dribbling a little more onto the wolf beneath him.
Even when his entire body went slack, it hardly mattered. He only ended up relaxing into the body of the wolf under him, being held up by his furry hips and torso, his tail thumping against the table as he just kept fucking enthusiastically into Emeric's hole. The one above him had buried in deep, getting off on the constant pressure and the friction from the other cock, while the wolf who fucked his throat just held onto his hair, using his mouth like a cock sleeve.
Maybe this was what he was truly meant for. To be used, like this. To let the whole pack breed him. He could have begged for it if he'd been able to. Begged for them to fuck him, mount him, breed him. And he could feel himself slipping, not thinking of anything at all, only of the pleasure he felt.
The cock in his mouth spilled down his throat and he swallowed it all eagerly, the two in his ass following shortly after, and when they all pulled out, he collapsed onto the table, gasping for breath, drooling while his ass leaked a trail of cum down his thigh.
And there were plenty more men who still wanted a turn. Another one with an even larger cock took up the position behind him, stuffing him full even as he curled his body and cried out, another one stuffing his mouth to cut off any other desperate sounds he might make.
He felt himself coming again as the cock in his ass nudged up into his guts, sending electric sparks of pleasure through his body. They fucked him in slightly uneven rhythms, equally hard and fast.
This time, they both shoved in deep at once, the one in his ass bullying its way so far inside him he saw stars, and it hurt and it felt good, and he was coming again, and again, and they were coming inside him, and Emeric's vision went utterly white as he screamed in pleasure.
Then, he saw nothing at all, his body going entirely limp.
He was vaguely aware that he was still on the table. Vaguely aware that he was chained down. And vaguely aware that there was another, different cock inside him.
When Emeric opened his eyes, choking and spluttering on the cum that filled his mouth, it was just in time for yet another wolf cock to spill deep into his ass, the man behind him barking and yipping in pleasure.
There were, he noticed, fewer wolf men gathered around now, so some had presumably left. When he glanced over his shoulder, the line had definitely shortened. His jaw ached, but his ass ached even more, and there was an enormous pool of come beneath his stomach, sticking to him as he tried to lift his hips again.
He must have passed out. For a while. And they had just kept fucking him.
His cock started getting hard again at that and he moaned long and low. As he tried to get up, the wolves seemed to take note that he was awake. One of them came around to his head, grabbing his hair and shaking him. "Still alive, boy?" he asked, his voice deep and rough as he laughed.
Emeric groaned and tried to speak, but his tongue felt sticky in his mouth. He wasn't a boy. How terribly rude.
"Open up," the wolf growled, and Emeric, though somewhat reluctant now, obediently opened his mouth to let the man's cock inside. "You'll be nice and ready for the King soon. He'll be pleased by your endurance."
And oh, Emeric wished he could look up to see the king's face now. He wondered how hungrily his future husband had been watching this show, far below him. Whether he was hard, whether he was aching, waiting patiently to take his new mate.
Another cock pushed into his ass, but he could barely feel it anymore, he was so open. It fucked in and out of his loose, sloppy hole, making wet squelching sounds whenever it pushed in, cum leaking out his ass and down his thighs. His cock was half-hard, but barely any issue leaked out of him as it bounced between his legs, his balls almost entirely dry.
He moaned as that cock spilled deep inside him, eyes closing again as he started to slip back into some sort of half-unconsciousness. The wolfman who'd shoved his cock down his throat was fucking into him and it felt so good to be used, even if he had been rude.
He opened his mouth wider, and the man shook him by the hair and laughed, fucking deep into his throat as another wolf cock shoved into his ass as soon as the last one pulled out. "Such a good little slut," the man cackled. "Our king chose well."
"You shouldn't call him that," the other man said, his voice deep and gravelly, making Emeric shudder as that thick cock fucked into his ass, all that cum sloshing around inside his belly and leaking out his hole. "He belongs to the king."
The first man snorted but said nothing more, just started fucking harder into Emeric's throat, grinding in so deep he nearly gagged.
They spilled inside him at the same time and he arched and moaned, his cock spurting out another pathetic little trail of cum onto the table, despite having never reached full hardness. It was just as the king had said... he really was going soft and dry.
Emeric moaned at that, would have begged if not for the cock still stuffing his throat. But he obediently swallowed, whining as they both pulled out.
He watched through half-closed eyes as the wolfman in front of him grunted and began to do up his trousers, his softening cock retreating into his sheath. He kept casting somewhat nervous glances up over Emeric's shoulder, but he didn't have the energy to turn his head.
"Turn him around," a voice boomed behind him, and he whimpered, fingers curled against the wood.
Several of the wolves who remained, still transformed into their two-legged wolven forms, approached him but not to claim him. This time, it was to undo his binds, and he hissed as his ankles and wrists were freed from their shackles, groaning in relief. His joints burned from the metal straining against them, but he had no energy to move, not even to rub at his sore red skin.
He'd thought the king wanted Emeric to face him. Perhaps to speak with him, but no... the men instead pushed him onto his side, then rolled him onto his back, hauling him around with ease. He moaned as they forced his legs apart and pushed his knees back, another one coming around to pull his arms up over his head, pinning his wrists to the table with huge meaty paws.
Emeric was already quite red in the cheeks, but he flushed down his neck and chest as they held him like that, completely exposed. His mostly soft cock rested against his thigh, a few beads of precum still straining to form at the tip despite his utterly empty balls. He was laying in his own mess too, the cum sticky against the small of his back, even more of it leaking out his hole.
He felt... empty. So very empty. No cock down his throat, no cock in his ass, and he could feel his entrance fluttering and pulsing, trying to clench around nothing, his skin quickly growing too cold in the outdoor air, the breeze tickling his nipples, playing with his hair.
He let out a slow, shaky breath. Now that he was facing up, he could see the king, sitting on what had to be some sort of throne at the end of the courtyard. Still in his wolf form, still unmoving, he stared at Emeric, those glowing golden eyes locked onto his naked body.
Then, the wolf stood and Emeric sucked in a breath. The three men who held him did not look at him anymore. All eyes were on their king.
The closer the black wolf came, the more apparent it was that he was enormous. Even on four legs, he towered above the table, and had to be twice the size of the men around him.
Ears perked, tail waving back and forth behind him, he drew closer and closer until the tip of his snout nearly brushed Emeric's open, leaking hole. Emeric whimpered, drawing his knees back a little on his own, his breath heavy, his cock straining to grow hard but only managing to chub a little against his thigh.
"We've prepared him for you, Your Majesty," the wolf near his head said, voice low and stammering. "Is it... to your liking?"
The wolf snarled, glaring over at the man. "Quiet. Allow me to inspect my mate."
Rising up on two legs, he shifted somewhat, from the form of a true four-legged wolf to something just a little bit in-between, just enough man that he could balance upright. He towered above Emeric and the table, and Emeric whimpered as those giant black-furred paws slammed back down on either side of his waist. The men holding his knees let go and the king took hold of him instead, dragging him closer by his thighs, claws digging into his skin so hard they drew pinpricks of blood.
The king's long snout shoved not against Emeric's hole as he'd expected, but against the side of his neck, breathing deep. Emeric whined, and a long, fat tongue dragged across his skin, licking away his sweat.
"Pretty thing," the king growled. Emeric blushed. "Your name... Prince Emeric, was it?"
Emeric blinked. He somehow hadn't expected to be... spoken to. "Y-yes," he stammered, and the king let out a long, deep humming sound, fangs brushing up along the side of his neck. He shuddered beneath that touch, whimpering, clenching his hands into fists. The man at his head let go and began to back off with the others, leaving him and the king alone.
"I am Adulan."
"O-oh." He had never heard the king's name before. He had only ever heard him referred to as the king. The king of the shifters.
The king's nose pressed into his hair, sniffing deeply before shifting lower, licking at Emeric's throat, his shoulder and his chest, as though tasting him. Emeric whimpered, skin flushing hotter.
"Yes," Adulan rumbled at last. "A fine choice for a mate." He growled low in his throat and Emeric whined.
"Oh, please," he whispered, his hole aching. He could feel the heat of the wolf above him, the warm fur against his skin, but he had yet to feel the brush of the king's cock and he wanted... wanted to know how big it was, wanted it inside him.
His plea seemed to amuse the king, and he let out a low, grating laugh. "You desire to become my mate?"
"Yes," he whispered, staring up at him, and those golden eyes fixed upon his own.
Then, without a word, the king pulled him closer, tugging their hips together, and at last he felt the head of an absolutely enormous cock nudging up against his hole.
Emeric sucked in a breath as it teased his entrance, the head slick with precum. The king rumbled in pleasure. "You are very open, I see. They prepared you well for me."
"Yes," he agreed with a whimper. He drew his legs back a little further, trying to arch his hips to present himself. Adulan growled, but it was a pleased growl.
The fat head of that cock prodded at him, trying to force him open and Emeric whimpered, whined, relaxed, until at last the head popped inside.
He yelped, and the king rumbled in pleasure, shoving deep in one, slick thrust. He was so full of cum, so wet on the inside that it went right in, forcing him wide open, even wider than the two men's cocks combined, and he shouted in pleasure, arching his body towards his new mate's.
"Oh yes," he moaned, and Adulan grabbed his hips, claws sinking into his skin so hard Emeric sobbed, the wolfman dragged him closer as he shoved himself in the rest of the way.
Emeric's eyes rolled back in his head as he cried out, the king's enormous cock shoving all the way past the end of his rectum and deep into his guts. It hurt but it felt so good. His cock was so long, so thick, it filled him so completely. His prostate was being crushed all over again, every shift of the king's cock pushing hard into it, but as much as his own useless cock tried to leak, there was nothing left to spill, it just flopped worthlessly against his stomach.
Oh yes, it was so good. This was all he wanted. To be a sleeve for his king's cock.
Without even thinking about it, he reached up to grab Adulan's furry ruff, and was almost surprised at how soft it was. Long, black fur, smooth between his fingers... he dug his hands in deep, whimpering as he held on, and the king, to his surprise, lowered himself into that touch, enough that Emeric could put his arms up around his neck and press his face to the king's soft cheek.
He expected... he didn't know what. Maybe soothing words, or sharp ones, but there were no words at all. Adulan just started to fuck him, pulling out until he felt his cockhead slide from his guts back into his rectrum, then slamming all the way back in.
Emeric cried out as he pushed back inside, arching his hips but not trying to get away in the least. He wanted to be opened up like this, to have his ass molded into the shape of the king's cock. It was so deep inside him his belly bulged obscenely with cock and cum, and he knew he would be even more full when the king came inside him.
"Please," he whined, and he could see those fluffy ears perking up, angling towards him as Adulan started up a hard, quick pace, fucking deep inside him.
All Emeric could do was hold on, crying out with each thrust. Adulan's enormous paws held onto his hips, pulling him closer and holding him still as he slammed into him, claws digging into him, drawing long bloody marks across soft skin and bone, growls growing louder and louder. It hurt, it hurt and he loved it.
The king was just taking his pleasure on his body, using his open hole the way he wanted to, rutting deep inside and fucking in and out, snarling as he thrust in.
Emeric's cries grew hoarse, his body arched towards his mate, holding tight to his fur. He'd come again, maybe once or twice he wasn't sure, his body so overstimulated that the orgasms just made him shudder and sob, the pleasure coiling tight in his gut but never truly releasing. His cock flopped against his belly, occasionally leaking a drop or two of precum as his prostate was pounded relentlessly, but he truly had no more left to give.
He honestly thought he might black out again, just from being fucked by such an enormous cock.
As though sensing his fading consciousness, Adulan began licking at his neck, growling as he dragged his tongue up Emeric's throat and along the underside of his chin, along his jawline and over his cheek. It felt good and he moaned, clinging tighter to his fur.
He could feel the king's knot thickening even as it fucked in and out of him, forcing his rim open further. He whined, scrambling at Adulan's shoulders, trying to grab onto more of his fur, to arch himself against the king, to spread his thighs wider, to open himself more.
"Relax," came that deep voice, soft against the shell of his ear as a wet nose pressed against his skin, hot breath against the side of his neck.
It was the first word he'd said in a long time, and Emeric whimpered but did as he'd asked. As his body relaxed, the king pulled Emeric's bloodied hips back against his own, his cock seated in deep, fur soft against his thighs. He wrapped his legs around the king's waist, trying to drag him closer, and there was a low chuckle against his throat.
"Such an eager mate," he rumbled. "Have patience. Feel my knot growing inside you." He pushed his cock in deep, so deep, and Emeric tensed and cried out, his cock dribbling another few helpless drops of precum, body trembling around the sheer width and weight of it. His belly distended with it, the sight truly obscene when he stared down at himself, how obviously full he was with cock.
Growling quietly, Adulan began to rut into him again but never pulled out, just pushed in again and again, fucking into his guts, and Emeric sobbed, tears at the corners of his eyes from the overstimulation and the pleasure as he tried to keep his body relaxed.
He could feel Adulan's knot swelling. It grew inside him, pushing up against the back of his cock, crushing his prostate even further, pleasure rocketing through him in waves, half-formed orgasms that coursed through him like fire but never truly brought him to completion. He was too on-edge, too full, and he needed, needed the king to come inside him.
"Please," he moaned, "your cum, I want your cum—"
Adulan snarled, fucking him harder, faster, rutting deep inside him over and over, his knot swelling and swelling until he was so full it was almost painful. Emeric's legs were thrown as wide as he could manage, his entire body straining around the cock and the knot shoved inside him.
"More!" he whined, trying to fuck himself back on the king's cock. "More, please!"
"More?" the king snarled, fucking into him harder, brutally slamming deep inside him over and over, jostling his entire body with each thrust. "You want more?" Shifting their angle ever so slightly, leaning up over him a little further, he managed to push in just a hair deeper and Emeric screamed as the king thrust into him.
"Yes!" he cried, "Breed me, breed me, please!"
With a great snarl, the wolf opened his toothy jaw and bit down hard at the slope of Emeric's shoulder. Fangs dug into his skin, drawing blood, marking him as the king's knot swelled to its full size. It was so big his belly ached, his cock and balls throbbing, and when the wolf tugged back, Emeric could tell there was no way that would ever slide out of his hole.
They were locked together. The king had knotted him.
Just as he started to sob again, tears at the corners of his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, grabbing helplessly at the king's fur, Adulan thrust deep inside and, with a snarling howl of pleasure, came.
Every wolf in the area, men Emeric had barely taken note of since the king had claimed him, began to join in, howling and barking, snarling and yipping, a cacophony of delighted sounds that filled the air as the king spilled deep into Emeric's guts.
There was so much come, pulsing into him again and again, his stomach swelling even further, his belly absurdly full as the king bred him, claiming him utterly.
His orgasm was coming again, rising up in him, making his useless cock throb, his toes curl, his skin hot.
"Please—" he gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me—" and Adulan did. He fucked into him fast and deep, snarling and still spilling, riding out his own orgasm, driving the knot deeper inside Emeric's ass, grinding hard against his prostate and the back of his cock, again and again until at last Emeric felt himself break.
The pleasure was indescribable. It roared through him, claiming him like a tidal wave as he was pulled under, his vision white, body shaking and twitching, his muscles turned to jelly, his cock shaking out a thin dribble of cum that rolled across his stomach as he screamed and cried and begged.
Adulan fucked him through it, and he just let himself sob insensibly, clutching at that soft fur, clenching around the cock inside him, silently begging the wolf to breed him over and over.
He was full-on crying by the time it began to pass, and Adulan was licking his tears, tongue dragging over his cheeks, cleaning his flushed, sweat-slicked, tear-stained skin. He sobbed and sobbed, and the wolf above him growled, but it was a comforting sort of growl. A possessive, protective growl.
When his sobs retreated, and he was just laying there clinging to the king's fur, a great meaty paw wrapped around his waist, tugging him up.
He whimpered but didn't dare move or resist, just let the king gently pull him off the table, tugging Emeric's limp body against him.
He stood to his full height, then, with Emeric clinging to him, head pillowed on his truly enormous fluffy chest, arms wrapped around him. The king's huge paw gently cupped the back of his head, his claws now wonderfully gentle as they stroked his hair.
He was still knotted, and he sank down on it a little further as Adulan stood up, whimpering as his cock shifted deeper. It still hurt a little, but he liked it too, and there was nothing he could do but relax around it and let his body adjust.
With his other hand, the king gestured to him. Not that he could do much but cling to him, skin still all flushed, legs trying to remain wrapped around his mate's hips.
"My new husband!" the king declared, and a series of barks and howls rose up from those who watched.
Oh... that was... that was it? Well. He supposed they were mated now, considering that he had the king's frighteningly enormous knot buried inside him.
Adulan pulled Emeric a little closer, so close he whimpered as the king's stomach pressed against his own, shoving on the cock and all that cum in his belly.
"No other shall claim him but me, from this day forward," he continued with a low growl, and a murmur of agreement followed. "Now, we shall return to my lair and are not to be bothered until the morning. Tomorrow, we shall feast."
There was another cacophony of delighted barks and howls as the king turned and began carrying Emeric, just like that, up the stairs he'd originally descended from.
He couldn't see much with his face buried in the king's fur, but he felt the jostle of each step deep in his gut and groaned. That warm arm pulled him a little closer, claws gently stroking his hair.
"We are almost home," he told him, and Emeric whimpered and nodded.
At the top of the steps, the king turned, heading down a narrow, dimly lit passageway that led back into the palace and eventually through a large door that opened up into a series of rooms lit by warm lamps. The king carried him to a large chamber with a window that overlooked the forest beyond the palace and a truly enormous bed.
It was there that the king laid down on his side, cuddling Emeric against him, and his form began to shift. He grew somewhat smaller but remained just as broad as he took on the form of a huge naked man, well-muscled with a thick black beard, his skin covered in curls of dark hair. The very man Emeric had received a portrait of so many months ago.
His cock had grown a bit smaller as well, but it still pressed deep inside Emeric's body, the knot keeping them tied together.
Warm human arms pulled him close, and he nuzzled against the king's generous chest, whimpering as he clung to him.
"Emeric," the king said softly, his voice nearly as deep as it was in his wolf form. "It has been my pleasure to make you my mate tonight."
He looked up at him, and the king's eyes were filled with affection. His golden gaze was soft and sweet, and Emeric couldn't help but blush.
The king leaned down and kissed him soft and slow, nudging his mouth open with lips and tongue to kiss him deeper. Emeric eagerly opened into it, moaning as Adulan pushed his tongue between his teeth.
When they parted, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, Emeric couldn't help but lean up for more and the king laughed quietly, cupping his cheek with one broad palm to still him.
"It's my pleasure to become your mate, Adulan," Emeric whispered back at last, his voice a little hoarse. "I think I've been waiting for this for... a very long time."
The king hummed in contentment at that. "Then I will be sure to treat you very well."
And oh, he did. When his knot went down and they were able to untie, the king cleaned him gently, took Emeric to his private bath and bathed and fed him, tending to him like Emeric was his most prized possession.
In the morning, there were feasts and parties, Emeric carried about on one of the king's enormous shoulders in a long flowing and intricately patterned robe. And at night, he took the king's cock very well.
It was perhaps, in the end, the best sort of life he could have possibly imagined.