The Royal Breed – Part II

The stables were surprisingly warm when the duke stepped inside the stonewalled building. The servants had told him that his brother was there so he had made the short walk from the manor to the stable to talk with him in private. King Avram was brushing his horse’s coarse snout with an even coarser brush, there was something bittersweet on his expression, which turned to a practiced smile fit for a royal when he saw his twin enter the stables.

“Is that not a servant’s work?” Amram taunted playfully, and his King let out a slight chuckle, “It seems I have to learn to do this again soon, so why not start today?” Avram replied, patting his horse after finishing.

“Are you sure about your decision? If I remember correctly, you fought me quite harshly for that throne,” the Duke asked, and crossed his hands. He was still somewhat bitter about what had happened, their mother choosing his twin and then that twin not giving him a bigger dukedom to rule. It had not been right, and the rift it had left between them was still open.

“I’m sure, my second oldest will inherit my position and after the coronation, most of our servants will go back to the castle,” the King replied, before adding “If you want to, you can stay here with us, only the servants I trust will stay here and we would appreciate the help.”

“We’ll see, it has been good so far,” Amram said, patting one of the horses near him. He had come here because of a promise, and he had his own land to rule, but there was something in his twin’s words that intrigued him. A new queen would certainly shuffle the deck, and his siblings might want a piece of their uncle’s land too after the coronation. “We used to play here a lot, remember?” the King asked suddenly, “Hiding behind the hay bales from the servants and our parents until the night came or we got hungry.”

“… And then you would steal my dinner and pour a hot drink over my head,” the Duke snided, “Yes, I remember that and you even took my crown.”

The King shot daggers at his brother “It was hardly my choice and besides, I was the right fit and you know it,” his voice got louder with anger, “Unlike you, I have heirs, and we’re getting old, it’s time to put aside our differences.” The duke stepped closer to the King, clenching his fists, “I could have been a good king, a fair king, because of you my dukedom is facing a war!”

“Because of me, you still have a dukedom!” The King yelled, turning to face his enraged near-perfect reflection, “I’ve given you men and women to die for you! I carry my burdens with pride!” The Duke’s face turned red with rage, and he took a swing. Even though the King was larger than his brother, he dodged his aimless hit quickly, grabbing his fist with one hand and turning his brother’s back against himself, trapping the raging man between him and a pillar.

“I know I’ve done you wrong, and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I’m offering you reconciliation. When my wife ran away with a servant, I was devastated and lost, but I have found serenity here, and I will kill you if I have to keep it,” the King appealed to his brother, keeping him still. Amram tried to get away, still enraged and wanting to hurt his brother, but the King’s weight and strength kept him in place. “I visited your little serenity this morning…” he began to taunt when all of a sudden the King bit into his brother’s neck and shoved their bodies closer together, his teeth did not pierce the Duke’s skin, yet it still hurt. Amram tried to get away, but the King was too strong.

King Avram threw his brother onto the floor and kicked him, chasing him to the back and near the similar hay bales they had used to hide between as children. The Duke backed against one, hoping to gain more momentum to attack his blood while the King walked towards him, his steps almost letting almost booming echoes through the stable, his piercing eyes stared at his brother, willing to fight him to the end if things came to it. The King’s kick had left Amram’s lip bleeding, and he wiped some of the blood before speaking up, “All I wanted was an apology, a word, anything to know you knew, but you never gave me anything!” he shouted to the approaching King.

“Then I will give you one!” the King declared and raised his fists. Amram got ready for a hit, but the King grappled him again and turned him around, bending him over one of the hay bales. “We did it here the first time,” the King chided, “Your cock is still hard, it’s making you irrational.” He then grabbed Amram’s belt and dropped his pants to the floor, still keeping the Duke’s arms behind his back. Amram grunted and tried to escape the King’s grasp again, but the King had him locked tight. The King pushed his hand to Amram’s neck, keeping him down as he pulled his own hardening cock out, “Here comes my apology,” the King taunted and plunged his fat cock between his brother’s cheeks, sliding it between them with thrusting motion, the sensation made Amram breathe harder, it had not been what he had wanted, but it was what he needed.

“A-are you going to do me the same you’ve done to your son?” Amram asked, his voice trembling from the thought of what was about to become. “Only if you want it,” the King replied with determination, his hot tip was pressing against Amram’s hole, spreading him open like it had so long ago before. Amram muffled his screams against the hay, feeling his hole opening to the crown he was sworn to serve, the size of which had become a stranger to him. It stung at first, but soon the pleasure it gave him once again made it all fade away, “Gods, you feel so good inside,” Amram gasped, grasping into the hays with his fists, “I know,” the King answered quickly, pulling his cock away slightly and back within his twin’s tunnel. The two old men stood still for a moment, each hesitating if they should continue, but the King was known to make decisions and took the reins once again, pinning the Duke down with his weight and pushing his hard cock into his defenseless ass while taking support from the same hay bale. The King slammed repeatedly into Amram’s ass, making a loud slapping sound when their balls hit each other. Feeling his brother once again inside him was unbelievably good to Amram, and he couldn’t help but use his muscles to tease the king more, begging him to breed him like he had done to his son.

They both moaned with almost the same low voice, the King would need a potion to make his brother gravid with the heir he had promised, but now was not time for it, this was his apology and he would fulfill it, they were no young bucks anymore and he had a lot to apologize for after all. The Duke’s swollen member brushed against the rough hay while he gasped incoherently for air as he was forcefully claimed, his own twin breeding him with a smug grin on his face, “I should have asked for you sooner, you feel even better now than when we were young,” the King laughed, using his strength to piston into the tight hole, feeling his brother’s insides pushing against the attack and moaning underneath his weight. The Duke lost every single ounce of resistance in him as his brother stretched his opening wide with his forceful thrusts, revealing to both of them who truly deserved the crown.

“You’ve always been my little slut,” the King huffed while pounding into Amram with quick and hard shoves, “And you can be that in the future too,” the King laughed, bouncing his fat belly against his brother’s bare back, enjoying his surrender underneath his rule.

The King’s cock flexed and he immediately slammed his whole weight on Amram, his shaking body tightened around the King’s cock and they both came at the same time, one brother blasting the hay with his load while the other came inside him, shooting ropes of semen into the empty tunnel in the shattering climax, collapsing on the hay covered stone floor together.

“You were right,” Amram panted, “You should have called for me sooner,” he laughed, barely recuperating from the force of his own climax. The fallen King next to him laughed too and asked, “I take it you accept my apology?”

“We’ll see that tonight, won’t we?” Amram chuckled again and sat up, “We’ll see tonight.” The king’s seed was dripping from his abused hole, while his own had stained the hay along with his hairy tights. To be claimed by the king had been just what he had needed after such a long separation, and there would be even more joy to be had in the evening.

⚜

The wintry spring sky turned slowly into a mix of orange and purple hues as the day went along, and with the sky turning darker, so did most of its occupants get ready for departure. They had been given an order to return to the castle to serve the future queen, and there was a lot to be handled, leaving only a few to stay behind to serve the prince and the king. They had been paid well and were loyal to the crown, but even they could not feel the rising excitement that was floating in the air, veiling the three guests of the manor with its enthralling call as each of them got ready for the night.

Prince Zerah had no idea what was happening; he only knew it was going to be something new, and even though he still felt ashamed for not giving proper pleasure to the Duke, he too was excited for the night and made sure he was properly ready for whatever the night might bring. He had been asked to attend a meeting in the furthest part of the manor, the great northern wing, made from glass and filled with different kinds of exotic decorations and plants. Before becoming too gravid to walk far distance, he had asked to visit the northern wing, but the king had declined his queries, telling it was only used for special purposes and even thought he loved him very much, the room was out of the question, and as such, the prince had only been able to admire it from the outside, wondering what it was like to be inside.

Walking over to the northern wing was a challenge on itself to him, and the prince had to take a short rests on a hallway chairs, hallways that now seemed so empty without all the servants, multiple times before he even made halfway there, how he could ever take on the night worried him, but the growing excitement in his veins gave him strength to bear his burden and make his way toward the spectacular glass chamber, and soon enough he arrived at the large double doors leading to the northern wing. Slowly, but surely, he opened the two and found the room hidden behind them even more awe-inspiring than what he could have ever imagined. What he could have never spotted from the outside was now revealed to him, a rounded glass hall with colorful lanterns and blooming plants that defied the winter outside the room, a beautiful blend of so many colors he could hardly believe it. There were benches and a large canopy bed with silky fabrics covering them, each unique yet so befitting for a room so grand.

In the middle of the room stood two men, both so similar looking, yet so different from each other, waiting for the prince to arrive, and a small table near the canopy bed with three vials on it. Both the king and the duke were wearing velvety robes, which reached past their knees, revealing their bare legs underneath them.

“My prince, I was unsure if I should have sent someone to get you,” the duke spoke up, bowing before the pregnant boy, “But I’m glad you’re finally here, your father has arranged something just for you.” Zerah bowed down as well as he could in his state and looked at his father with curiosity in his eyes as the King reached for the one of the vials on the table.

“You once asked me something I was unable to give you back then,” the King Avram began, “I have promised the good duke here a proper heir, and I thought that might be something you would like to give him.” The King placed the vial with strange liquid into Zerah’s palms before adding, “If that is something you wish to do.”

“My king, I’d be honored, but I still have your seed inside me, and I’d rather not make room for more before they come out,” Zerah stuttered, “But I would be honored to bear his, once I’ve had your.”

King Avram chuckled a bit, patting his boy on the shoulder with a warm smile on his face, “No, I wasn’t asking you to carry for him, I’m asking for you to breed him.” The sudden revelation made Zerah’s eyes widen from the wonder, “You mean… This will give me… But will our children be safe if I drink it?” The excited hesitation in the prince’s voice pleased the king greatly, and he had to laugh again, “Don’t worry, the magic will take care of it, and give you enough stamina to bear the whole night and more.” The duke had another vial in his hands and opened it to take a sip while the King took the third one. Their drinks looked different from the prince’s, but he did not question what was in them and opened his vial with trembling hands before chugging all the strangely hot liquid down his throat. It was like drinking a mix of honey and spices, burning nicely inside him as it went down, and soon enough, the even stranger magic inside it began to make its work. A gentle illuminating light went through the prince’s body without any pain, and once he opened his pregnancy gown, he could just barely see a new addition to his form, a rather well-endowed member hanging under his still pregnant belly, and it was growing from the excitement.

King Avram drank his vial empty, and took the prince’s hand, leading him to the bed where the duke was already lying, slowly removing his robe and gasping as whatever magic in his drink worked its way through his veins. Zerah knelt on the bed, slightly trembling from the nervousness, but at the same time having a gleeful smile on his face. He had never minded his parts, although every now and then he had dreamed of having a cock, and right now he was about to do something he had thought he could never have. The King stayed behind him, undressing himself, and massaging the prince’s hips with his hands, slowly moving up and down, almost reaching Zerah’s erect member before pulling back. The roughness of his hands felt good to Zerah, and he could feel the King’s poking member against his back.

The duke reached for the boy, placing his hands on his tights and taking the prince’s newly formed cock between his wet lips, licking the tip to urge it grow even more, making the prince gasp from the pleasure like he had done that very morning, when his uncle had licked his clit. Even though the tool was now different, the sensations it sent across the prince’s body were the same. The King moved his hands from Zerah’s hips over his swollen breasts, and began to knead them while kissing his neck surprisingly gently, trailing the area between the base of his neck all the way to the back of his ear with his rough tongue, and planting small pecks all over his skin.

“You look stunning, my love,” the King whispered into Zerah’s ear, and added, “You’ve been through so much, and good toys deserve good rewards.” The prince’s soft gasps made Avram even more lustful, and he spared no time in putting his already hard shaft between his cheeks, grinding against him while his brother slowly took in the prince’s rod, pushing his head back and forth in with a steady motion, and giving a lick to his ballsack when he pulled out.

The warmth inside Amram’s mouth made Zerah’s bulbous manhood twitch, and Zerah had to abandon any attempts at control as his hips jerked forward, driving his member deep within the back of the throat of his uncle and releasing a few drops of precum into it. Amram quickly pulled away and gagged, wiping his mouth with laughter in his eyes, “Careful there, boy, I need you to breed me, not my mouth.”

“Ah, I apologize, you just felt so g-good…” Avram stuttered between his gasps, his face reddening from the shame and sensation of his father playing with his breasts. Zerah’s dark nipples were poking from his chest as the king circled them with his thumbs, rubbing and pinching them in turns. The duke clasped his hands to his nephew’s hips again and pulled them both on top of himself, spreading his legs to open himself for the boy.

“If you’re going to be that fast, you better get to work then,” Amram chuckled, and guided Zerah’s throbbing member near his hole before wetting both of them with a balm and leaning back. The King took his chance and moved his fat cock between Zerah’s tights, slithering his own rock-hard member with the oil dripping down Zerah’s balls, and slid it right back between his cheeks, placing his tip right on his son’s waiting hole and waited for him to act. Hesitantly, Zerah began to push his tip in, spreading his uncle’s hole in a way he had never could be and making the man underneath him moan with pleasure as the pressure of his cockhead slowly penetrated him and his tunnel began to accommodate the new intruder. At the same time, Zerah’s father bucked against his son, nudging his cheeks apart with his width and entered him with ease before beginning to make deep and long thrusts.

The surreal experience made all of them gasp and huff in almost the same rhythm, a strange heat building between them with each stroke, a father helping his son from behind to breed his uncle. King Avram put more of his weight against Zerah’s back, forcing him to collapse on top of his brother and to thrust deeper into him. Zerah’s uncle grabbed the boy by his neck and took him in for a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into him to coax the boy to move harder and faster inside him. Moaning against his lips with each thrust.

Trapped once again between the two, Zerah had no choice but to submit his pregnant body to the thrusting his father was doing to him, moving with him to penetrate the duke as deep as he could, feeling his warmth on his shaft and the tightness gripping against his cock. The first one to come was Amram, his hard cock shot the first load between him and Zerah’s wanton bodies, staining their skins with the seed. Amram moaned and jerked his hips against Zerah, who kept pummeling into him with newly found strength, violating his uncle’s hole with rough and fast thrusts while his father kept his pace, spreading the prince’s insides with its width. The Duke squirmed underneath the two as another climax hit him, he grabbed the man behind Zerah, digging his nails into the skin and pulled them closer to him, desperately gasping for air, when finally the prince, feeling the constant squeezing of the duke’s muscles along with his father’s cock embedded inside his youthful body could feel his throbbing ball’s flex and release his load deep inside his uncle, breeding him for the very first time.

The King slammed against his boy relentlessly now, forcing Zerah to keep his cock inside Amram, who was still recuperating from his climax, helplessly trapped underneath them. When suddenly, the King pulled his member out, and thrusted between Zerah’s thighs, lifting him up just enough to plunge into the man underneath him. The Duke groaned as the second cock pushed past his barrier, joining the pulsing member next to it and with a loud roar, the King released his seed inside his twin.

“His or mine, you will have your whelp,” the King huffed, his fat girth lazily thrusting against Zerah’s still swollen member and teasing it to release another burst of his magical seed deep inside. Zerah’s whole body trembled as did Amram’s, neither one was able to move, and barely could hold themselves together as the King kept thrusting, showing once again why he had ruled for so long.

“Come on, son, we need to make sure our seed takes hold. Breed him until he’s ripe!” The King demanded, but something inside Zerah shifted and he pushed back, pulling both of them out of his uncle’s aching hole now drenched with their cum. The Prince turned around, shoving his surprised father on all fours with magic-infused strength, forsaking his rule. “No!” Zerah yelled, “I think it’s time for another kind of breeding,” Zerah kept the far older man down by clasping his hand on his fat hips and lined his tip against his squirming father’s hole, and before the King could even yell his refusals, the prince’s tip was already pressing against his untainted hole, forcing itself in like he had once done to him.

“The servants say you’ve given up your crown,” Zerah taunted, “That makes us all equal.” Zerah jerked his hips forward, forcing his fat cockhead inside his father’s unanticipating rim, spreading him open with little resistance. The old man groaned and tried to pull away, but Zerah kept him in place, putting more pressure inside him. “How does it feel to have my cock inside you, my king?” Zerah laughed as he began to move his hips, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. The prince’s balls slammed against his father’s, whose now half-flaccid member was still leaking with his seed. Encouraged by the sight in front of him, the Duke crawled next to the King and got on his knees, before slapping his softened member against the bewildered King’s cheek, and leaving trails of spent cream on it.

“I believe it’s time for you to be bred,” Amram gibed, “Now be a good boy and open up.” In his shock, the once proud King obeyed, letting his twin bury his member deep inside his mouth, reaching past the back of his throat so much so that the King’s neck bulged from the flared tip, almost choking him before his brother pulled out, only to forcefully to thrust back deep inside again. With his son behind him and his brother before him, the King’s reign was overthrown with each thrust they made, and Amram could feel himself turning into a servant unlike ever before. The violation of his body had made his cock hard again, throbbing with unnatural need to be bred by them, and even in his lustful state he knew he had made the right decisions. By drinking that vial, he had made himself breedable, and soon he would bear his son’s seed like he carried his.

The King moaned against his brother’s swollen member, licking it while it was thrusting inside, reaching his throat while his son’s member poked against him from behind, finding every sensitive spot in his body. Zerah panted loudly, smacking against the sore hole with fury and lust. He leaned forward to reach the old man in front of his father and pulled him in for another kiss, now being the first one to use his tongue. The whimpering mess underneath them known once as the king of the land came hard, shivering and jerking his hips against Zerah to milk his thick cock for his plentiful seed, but the prince was not done yet, not just yet.

The Duke’s balls hit his brother’s bearded chin each time he hammered himself in, and the king could feel the throbbing veins on them getting ready to fill his throat and he began to suck on it more eagerly as it slid in and out, wanting to be gifted with at least one load before he came into his senses again and the Duke relented, slamming into him one final time, reaching further down his brother’s throat than before, and releasing his third load so large one could have seen it bulge the King’s throat even more than Amram’s large tip already did. The King gagged against his twin’s crotch as he shot another clump deep within him. It would not make him pregnant, but it was a far sweeter gift than anything he had ever given him before, and he drank every drop of it like a depraved man.

Zerah could feel himself getting closer and closer, his balls were aching for another release, and this time he would give his father an almost endless stream of his vigorous semen, drenching his insides with the stickiness and certainly ripening his magically created womb deep within him. Zerah cried loudly as he felt incredible relief hitting him from the inside as his balls released their payload, culminating in a one hot wave rushing through his veins before he fell on top of his father, whose hole was milking him dry. The man underneath him did not have any strength left in him and dropped on the bedding as well, his brother’s now flaccid cock sliding from his mouth and leaving his mouth dripping from his creamy seed.

The Duke lay next to them, all three huffing from the spent energy and pleasure they had never felt before. The outside world had disappeared into a darkness, and the colorful lanterns around them were the only things lighting up the glass dome they were in.

“Y-you bastards…” The King panted, still lost in his climax, “W-we need to rest, but Zerah, do not pull out just yet, we need to be sure…” and once more the prince was turned into a servant, doing as he was told and keeping his still pulsing cock inside his father, slowly seeping in the last of his seed to impregnate the old man. “Maybe it’s my turn next,” the Duke mumbled and brushed the strands of hair from the King’s face, and the King nodded slightly, “That may be,” the King replied, patting his fat belly with one hand, “We need to be sure after all.”

Neither of the three would be leaving the winter manor anytime soon, and each one was content with their new lives.