Chapter 5 - Wasp Assassin

Queen Davina looks up from her throne, sighing. Her leg was bouncing softly, and she could feel a familiar ache deep in her womb. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. She was trying so damn hard to ignore it, because her husband was getting suspicious about her disappearances to go 'change,' but Order fucking Chaos, she needed it. Finally, it becomes too much, and she stands, interrupting a conversation the king was having with one of his financial advisors.

"I'm going to go change." She announces, sweeping out of the room.

Her husband frowns as if he wants to say something - But apparently he didn't want to let on in front of his advisors that he had some suspicions. He turns back to the discussion after she steps out.

When she gets to her room, one of her servants is waiting there for her. "Ah! Your highness, are you, um... Changing again? Would you like any assistance, perhaps?"

"No, I'll be fine on my own." She waves him off as she enters her expansive wardrobe. "Wait outside."

"Of course, your highness, of course," He agrees. "It's just that you often take some time to - "

With that, she shuts and locks the doors to her closet, purring softly.

Pushing a brick to open the secret door into the room off of her wardrobe, she comes into the quarters of her big, muscled wolf concubine. At first, he seems to be napping, but an eye flicks open to admire her.

"Ah... Favorite bitch~ You come to have cock again~?" He teases, grabbing his junk. He was completely flaccid, the red slab of meat twitching a little at her presence - And he was still twice the size of her husband.

She moans softly at the gesture, purring audibly. “I did~ Let me undress~”

He licks his lips, cock standing up a little as he stood and closed the distance to her with two strides. He grabs her ass and presses her into the wall, kissing her hotly and licking at her neck. She had told him not to tear apart her clothes, but he was coming a bit close to putting a few rents in the rear of her current outfit.

She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and swirling her tongue around in his mouth. As he kisses her neck, she hurries to try and rid herself of her pesky gown, knowing that he got impatient.

The moment it's off of her, he lifts her up and presses her into the ceiling gently, nuzzling her thighs apart and lapping hungrily at her sex.

She moans softly, supporting herself on the top of his head as her thighs shake around his face. "Fuuuuck~ Yiiiiin~"

"My bitch is enjoying it already~" He growls, digging his tongue into her pussy and asshole greedily. She could smell his precum - He must have gotten hard already, eating her out. "It will please me to seed you again, little Davina~"

She moans noisily, tongue lolling out. "Moooore~ Ooooohhhh~ Ahhhh~"

Her pussy starts to drool onto his tongue– she was getting riled up easily, seeing as she had been craving sex for an hour. Her sex was swollen with need, leaking juicily down his chin.

He growls - He wanted it too. He loved her visits, and spent most of his time looking forward to them. He presses her down into the bed, pinning her arms and plowing his hips up between her thighs, stuffing her drooling cunt with his bright red pillar of meat. She can feel him sink his knot in in the first thrust, and it starts to swell as he gets extra hard across his length - It was a feeling that shook her to her core with bliss, even after he had done the same thing so many times.

She cries out in noisy, blissful pleasure, making a slutty face of ecstasy as he filled her up in one go. Her pussy squeezes down on him filthily– her body was quite honest about how much she craved his lovemaking.

He purrs and starts pounding her into the sheets relentlessly; it felt like he was trying to bore out her womb, with the ferocity he assailed her cervix. He gathers her slutty pussy juices on his fingers, licking her neck and face and pinching her nipples with his free hand. "Mmm~ Bitch is nice and wet~ Very good girl, taking my dick so eagerly~"

Her large breasts bounce fervently with the pounding he was dishing her, and her little tummy bulges heavily with every thrust. She bites into the meat of one of her hands to stifle her squeals of pleasure.

"Noisy, as always~ Here~" He plucks her hand out of her mouth and pops his thick thumb in in its place, just in time for him to reach up between her ass cheeks with his slicked fingers and pop his thumb right up into her backdoor.

She gasps, tongue lolling around his thumb as he invaded her ass. She moans as he pulls on her cheek, face flushing red as he looked at the undignified expression she was making.

He chuckles. "Beautiful bitch~ You'll look prettier still, soon~" He keeps pounding her, tormenting her ass gently with his thumb and nibbling her neck. He grinds the coarse fur and hard muscles of his chest into her voluptuous breasts, rasping gently at her hard nipples. She can hear him panting with the effort he was putting into his thrusts - Or perhaps he was just that horny.

She moans loudly, her body bucking and spasming in her pleasure. Her nipples stand up against his fur, her pussy squeezes down on his cock, her ass suckles on his thumb... he was playing her body like an instrument.

He pops his thumb out of her mouth and kisses her, preparing for the crescendo. As he ravages her pussy and ass, he plays with her throbbing clit, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine in addition to the crashing waves his fevered screwing had already been providing.

Her body thrums with pleasure, and she closes her eyes into the kiss, arching her back up into him as she suddenly cums. The bolts of pleasure ring through her body, and she squirts around his cock, yowling in bliss.

He moans as he savors her filthy sounds, and keeps thrusting into her as he fills her with seed, slowing down as the hot batter leaks out of her and makes her womb swell dirtily. He grabs her legs, using them as handles to better plow her cummy pussy.

She squeals as he grabs her legs, cheeks going red. "Y-Yin~ Ahhh~! I'm so fuuuuuull~"

He chuckles as he sits up, bringing one of her feet up to his face and licking between her toes. "You want to go back to your husband now~?" He teases as he stirs his cock around in her. Aside from the innuendo implied, it was a serious question - She usually tried to make these visits brief. As much as she craved to stay longer, she usually left after the first orgasm.

"I think I have to. He's been getting suspicious." She sighs, standing. "Let me clean up first."

He pushes her down onto the bed. "Then I'll be quick~ You know you don't leave until I mark you, sweet little bitch~" He gets his cock out stroking it as he held her down and aimed it. She could already smell the special cocktail of seed he liked to spray her with every time she went to leave.

She moans softly, cheeks going bright red. "I'm just going to have to scrub it off..."

"You may~" He coos, pouring ropes of semen across her breasts and belly. "But it's still important~" The smell hit her and made her spine tingle and her womb shudder and twitch; he pours some of the spunk between her thighs, before grabbing her hair and pulling her face to his hips. She gets blasted with a face full of the hot, musky mess, before he pops his head into her mouth to fill up her cheeks until she couldn't hold it all in her mouth. Her whole body twitches, and she loses her grasp on lucid thought. When she comes to, she realizes she's been daydreaming about him as she lazily swallowed his cum, letting some pour out over her breasts. She's not sure exactly how much time has passed, and it's clear she's only regained her senses because his dick is out of her mouth.

She licks her lips bashfully and swallows harshly. "Gods... you got it in my hair..." She trembles softly, fighting her feral instinct to climb all over him and let him have her until the moon came up.

"Clean yourself quickly, then," He smirks, motioning to the bath in the corner. He looks at her longingly - She knew he wanted to keep going. She knew he was more than capable of plowing her for hours. Circumstance would not allow it, but that didn't make either of them want it less.

She stands and licks the semen from her fingers, heading towards the bath and turning it on. She sighs heavily thinking about her situation– she wanted to love him freely. Maybe she could convince her husband to let her take a concubine officially...? But he was very strict about those sorts of things.

Yin watches her from the bed, that same longing look in his eyes. She knew his love for her ran deeper than just the sex - That made it harder to ignore her situation.

She blushes deeply as she scrubs herself down. She couldn't help but feel the same way about him. The fire had died between her and her husband a long time ago. He didn't even try to bed her anymore, let alone all the sweet things he used to do for her.

Her eyebrows furrow in frustration as she steps out and dries off. He was useless to her. And he was doing a pisspoor job of running the kingdom, to boot. He would have to go.

Her wolf lover looks at her with concern. "You look troubled," He points out, standing from the bed.

"I am, baby." She pulls him into a short kiss. "Don't let it stress you."

"Mmm... Very well, Davina," He says softly, kissing her back briefly. He looked like he was ready to pin her to the wall again, but he knew she had to leave. "Tell me if I can help."

"I will." She dresses again, in a different outfit, before leaving the room into her closet. "I'm going to bring dinner in later."

He nods, smiling. "Thank you, Davina~ I look forward to it."

As she walks back to her husband, she feels that tingle in her spine, and her womb throbbing gently. That semen Yin used to mark her seemed to be having more and more of an affect on her with each visit. Part of her wondered if it was addictive; at the very least, it seemed to be an aphrodisiac of sorts. That was certainly the affect it had on her.

She enters the throne room, smoothing her hair, which was wet from the bath. She was quietly hoping no one would notice.

Her husband seemed to have his mind on other things, and glances at her briefly. "You look beautiful, Davina," He comments off-handedly. "I don't think you needed to change to accomplish that." His words were stained with bitterness, but more prominently with distress. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"Changing is fashionable, darling, you know that. Why have a wardrobe like mine if you won't show it off?" She answers casually, taking her place on the throne.

"Mmm. I'm glad you're enjoying your wardrobe," He grunts. He turns to her, looking at her with a serious expression. "War is brewing with the Rabbit Kingdom, dear."

"It's what?" She sits up in concern. "Why? Jalis was so certain he'd woo that princess."

"He came back just a few minutes ago, actually. He's certain she's not interested, despite lavishing her with the gifts we prepared." He shakes his head. "Perhaps the young princess is merely spoiled, by her father. Perhaps. But Jalis also suspects she prefers the lion prince that visited while he was there. He stormed off to his room after that tidbit." He leans back in his throne. "It's obvious, really. The rabbit population is growing - They've been having better and better harvests. They want more land, and we're pressed in on all sides by kingdoms who are not eager to lend us aide. You heard as much from my advisors, I'm sure. And now, a marriage with the lion prince?" He huffs. "The lions border us, too. We could defend ourselves from the rabbits or the lions, alone, but not both. I'm certain they seek to ally against us."

“Perhaps we should have a meeting with the royalty of the two? Certainly Jalis could still marry into the royal family of one—“ she starts, frowning.

"I was just thinking that," He mutters cooly. "We must make it clear we will not stand for this. But I can't go myself - I need to be preparing for war. I can't spend even a single day away from the war room, if we're to have the best advantage we can. I'd like you to go, in my stead, while I prepare armies to march for the borders. See what you can convince them of - But more importantly, see what you can find out. I doubt they'll let on their true intentions willingly - I would like nothing more than peace, but I just don't see it."

She sighs softly and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm sure you'd like to go and tend to your war room, then."

"I don't think I have any other choice," He sighs. "How I long for the days where the most I worried about was our romance..." He looks at her with concern. "Will you be alright, going to the delegation without me?"

She saw an opportunity, here, to organize her husband's removal without implicating herself. In a time of war, no one would bat an eye at an assassination - They would cry for blood instead.

She pauses, and then nods. "I'll be fine."

He nods, and gets up. "Come back safely," He says, walking briskly to his war room.

"I'm sure I will." She huffs a little, watching him go.

He pauses, and turns to give her an appraising look before he disappeared around a corner. He blinks, as he realizes something. "Did you take a bath?"

"I did." She looks away. "I felt musty."

"Musty," He mutters. "I hope some fresh air helps." With that, he's gone. Being reminded of her bath made her womb twitchy and hot all over again - But she would need to plan for her trip. This was a golden opportunity to be rid of her husband, and yet she would simultaneously be walking on thin ice.

—

Davina goes to the delegation, and arranges a few things. The first, a party, held at her husband's castle, with the rabbit king and his newlywed daughter invited. Her excuse was that she wanted the rabbit king to have a chance to smooth things over in person - In truth, she needed someone to frame. The second arrangement was the means to carry out her plan.

Her husband would not live to the end of the party.

—

Julius takes a sip of wine, chuckling. "Mmm. Rejected for a lion, eh?"

His brother, Jalis, pouts and glares at his glass of water. "I do not want to talk about it. Besides which, this is serious - Father speaks of war."

Julius snorts. "Ridiculous. I think he's blaming politics because it's convenient. The man is itching for bloodshed. No, you, dear brother... A war will not help you impress a wife." Julius turns away, looking out at the party. Men and women in the finest attire the kingdom could offer were gathered, in a remedial ball. The king of the rabbits was here, along with his daughter and her new husband. It was certainly salt in the wound for Jalis, but the idea was a show of "no hard feelings". The king, however, was also trying to bait out a direct attack against himself - Guards lined the room, in casual attire and partially mingling with guests, but armed.

"I know you're into 'cute' girls, like little Arinetta over there... But look at that woman, over there~" Julius points to a wasp, grinning as he eyed her.

The wasp was absolutely stunning, wearing a flowing red silk gown that was ruched tightly over her extreme hourglass curves, backless down to her ass to let out a beautiful, curved, poised abdomen. Her body was an iridescent blue, with sleek, long, opalescent wings, and her eyes were completely black. Her lips, though, were stained red. She was an exceptional looking wasp.

"She is, um... Something," Jalis mutters, staring too. He seems a bit intimidated, and Julius snorts.

"Maybe she isn't your type... But I suggest you try to learn something, dear brother. I'm going to go wriggle my way between those gorgeous legs~"

Jalis huffs. Julius, getting the feeling he wasn't going to watch, plucks him up out of the chair and drags him along.

"W-what are you doing?" Jalis hisses, stumbling.

"Play along," Julius hisses back as they come up to the wasp. "Excuse me, my good lady... Could you perhaps help my poor brother here?"

The wasp looks at them in mild surprise and annoyance. “Help him with what?” She asks evenly— her voice was low and raspy.

Julius pats Jalis on the shoulder, who looks at him darkly. "My brother, you see... He's having a hard time with women. I though perhaps a beautiful and intelligent woman could offer some advice to the heir to the leopard throne..."

Julius was much more active than his brother, and had filled out far more. He was a tall, lithe gentleman, and wore his suit well - His brother was thinner and definitely had a bookish air to him.

She pauses, and she sighs a bit. “Advice on women, hm? And you’ve decided to ask me because?”

"I was hoping, perhaps, that such a woman could give my brother some helpful critiques," He says, sipping his wine. "You certainly seem to fit the former part of the description, and you just seem... Sharp," He says with a smirk. "Perhaps this inane droll bores you?"

"You just want to sleep with her, you ass," Jalis huffs, turning and heading back to the table.

Julius huffs, and waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, dear - He really thinks quite lowly of me, I'm afraid," Julius sighs. "Although I will admit a... Keen interest in you." He sidles up to her and runs a hand under her abdomen teasilgly, grinning smugly.

Her abdomen whips around, and her stinger comes to rest right against his spine, in the middle of his back. “I think you’ll find “sharp” suits me very well. Please take your hands off me.”

He pauses, taking his hand off with a leisurely peeling of his fingers, setting his hand on his chin instead. "I apologize, you must just think me a common lecher... Perhaps I could interest you in a dance? Some wine? I want an opportunity to know more about you, you have this air of..." He rolls a finger like he's trying to think of the right word.

“Je ne sais quoi?” She snorts a bit, crossing her arms over her chest.

He laughs. "Ah! You've caught me in a dreadful cliche... I suppose everyone thinks you're an assassin?" He shakes his head and sips his wine, chuckling. "And if I may press further, I suppose the guards watch you like a hawk - Look, they're doing it right now," He says, pointing, "And everyone describes you as mysterious, and cunning, and yet no one just comes out and asks what you do, or what you like, like a normal damned person. That must just be... Utterly tiring." In his wild, passionate gesticulating, he 'accidentally' drops his wine glass, spilling what's left on her dress, and manages to catch the empty glass in a flourish. "Oh, my gods! I'm so sorry!"

She gasps angrily, holding her arms out as they drip with wine and stain her dress further with little droplets. “H-! How dare you?!”

"It was an accident, I swear," He blurts profusely. "Let me help you - I think my mother has something you might be able to wear to get you out of that wet dress, come with me." He grabs her hand and starts to lead her off away from the ball.

She huffs loudly and scowls at him as he leads her away, into the hall.

She hears a commotion start as he closes the door. "Now, my mother's room should be just up - "

Just then, his father bursts into the hall too, turning away from Julius and the wasp and storming off with a pair of guards hurrying after him.

The wasp watches him go, and turns to Julius. “You know what, I believe I would like to leave this ball now. My dress is ruined and I have no desire to change into your mother’s clothes. Please excuse me.”

And with that, she pulls out of his grip and takes flight, buzzing away down the hall.

Julius, suddenly suspicious for several reasons, follows her quietly. He suspected his father was in danger - He wasn't sure he cared about that. But there might also be a beautiful woman with a bit more than wine on her dress, who could really use a solid alibi.

He follows her following his father, and soon, she finds his war room, and slips inside.

Julius pauses, and then peers inside - And finds her standing over four corpses. A servant, and the two guards by his father's chair, where the man himself sat limp, barely breathing, bleeding slightly out of his belly. Julius steps back - This is exactly what he had expected, but he didn't want to waltz in there and panic her. Better to let her wonder if she can get away with leaving him alive, just long enough.

She turns to leave, and pauses when she senses someone outside the door.

He sees her shadow stop, and figures he should say something before she envenoms him, too. "I have an offer to make you," He says clearly, looking either way as he realizes he was committing treason. Nothing wrong with treason, but no sense getting them both caught.

She opens the door slowly, looking at him with fiery eyes. “Oh? And what could you offer me to make me not kill you where you stand?”

"An alibi," He says simply, grinning. "You couldn't possibly have murdered my father - You were too busy sleeping with me, weren't you~?"

She goes bright red and growls a bit, thinking about it. It was a good alibi, and he was offering... it might be better than killing him. And the queen really only hired her for her husband, not her son....

“Fine. Take me to your quarters.” She huffs.

He chuckles. "You'll have to earn that alibi, of course... And I plan to earn my life in return~" He takes her hand delicately, kissing it as he pulls her along, walking backwards to his room.

She looks away huffily, disguising a small blush. She wasn’t used to utilizing her... feminine wiles for jobs. Maybe flirting, sure, but she hadn’t needed to screw anyone for a while. And she would never admit it, even to herself, but he was very attractive.

"Perhaps we could even have that dance... A bit of wine~ We plan to be awake until someone finds the body - I suggest we take our time, and enjoy ourselves~" He sweeps her into the room carefully, closing the door. With their newfound privacy, he brings her into a hot kiss, stroking the underside of her abdomen.

She gasps, wings kicking up for a second. As he pulls away, he sees she looks a bit starstruck, and was blushing violently.

"Do I detect a hint of attraction in you~?" He coos, stroking her cheek. In the blink of an eye, he sweeps her legs out from under her, holding her bridal style and still leaning in close to her - Close enough for her to taste again, if she wanted.

She gasps again, cheeks burning furiously. “O-of course not. I’m only doing this for the alibi.”

Her wings kick up again and she floats out of his arms, heading towards the bed. She quietly unlaces the corsetry in her dress, letting him watch.

"Oh, you are just no fun at all," He laughs, sliding a door open and revealing a small wine cupboard. He pulls out a bottle and a pair of beautiful glasses, pouring himself a glass and her enough to taste. He didn't take his eyes off of her for a moment.

She snorts loudly. “You expect me to entertain you?”

Underneath her gown, she was wearing a silky black backless chemise that was fitted to sit seamlessly and undetectably under the dress. It cut right beneath her beautiful ass— she was wearing a g-string thong that matched the chemise.

She kicks off her heels and stretches her wings a bit, before turning to look at Julius, and blushing when she realized he’d been watching.

"I expect you to buy yourself time," He says softly, approaching her like a wolf stalking its prey and extending the nearly empty wine glass to her. "So I can say truthfully that I was with you the whole night - You couldn't have even slipped away, for a moment~ Although your enthusiasm makes for good foreplay just by itself..." He looks at her with teasing eyes, a playful smirk.

She takes the wine glass gently and raises it to her lips, taking a moment to inhale the scent. “I would accuse you of trying to get me drunk, but you’ve barely given me anything to drink.”

"Hah! This is part of the trick, of course - I'm going to find a wine you like, so you drink more~" He teases, letting his free hand ride up her thigh and grasp her ass. "Mmm~ What a catch~" He sips his own glass mirthfully, and she catches him unfastening his pants - And letting his bulge hang out lewdly.

She huffs again, for what must have been the 7th time that night, and takes a sip of wine to conceal a small smile. He was cute. He was not her objective, and she would never be able to see him again, but he was cute.

He kisses her again, suddenly, holding her head gently and savoring the kiss. When he finally pulls away, he stares right into her eyes, his own smoldering with lust. "How was it~?" He whispers smoothly.

"T-th-the wine?" She breathes, wings shuddering softly.

He giggles, kissing her again and rubbing her back gently, right around the base of her wings. She can feel his bulge right up between her legs, the spines pressing through two very thin pieces of cloth. He pulls away again.

"Yes~ Do you want more~?" He purrs, running a finger down her abdomen and down between her ass cheeks delicately.

She finally gives him a tiny little moan, and she blushes furiously at the sound she just made. She swallows heavily before answering.

"I-It was fine, maybe a little dry."

"Something sweeter, then~?" His finger traces around her hip and between their sexes, teasing at her lips through the cloth before he suddenly sweeps away entirely, snatching her glass and sipping again at his as he looks through the bottles. "Here we are - This might be a bit more to your tastes~" He sets his own glass aside, pouring her another taste and extending the glass to her gently, swirling it a bit. "Beautiful legs~" He purrs, staring hers up and down. "Just gorgeous~"

She bites back an embarrassed giggle, taking the glass quickly. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was a charming asshole. She quietly takes a sniff, and then a little sip. Her wings buzz a bit, and she sighs happily.

He pours her a full glass, taking a gentle sniff. "Oh, that's a very good vintage, too~ What a lucky woman you are~" He chuckles, setting the bottle down and sipping at his own wine. "Now..." He takes a claw and slices off the buttons of his shirt, like he was cutting through paper. He sets his wine glass down as he shakes it off his shoulders, and stalks towards her once more. She could see a couple scars on his chest - Probably just from horsing around, but they looked good across his toned muscles. He didn't sit around, that was for sure.

She takes a long swig of wine, turning away from him to look around his chambers.

His floor space felt a bit spartan - He could fit his furniture comfortably in a room half the size. A huge bed adorned with red silk sheets and a matching loveseat across the foot, as well as the wine cupboard on one wall, along with a two-seat table and a bookshelf - Barren of books, but decorated with hard liquors, beautiful beverage glasses of quite a few varieties - A few bottles of what looked like common poisons. He also had a wall lined with practical, well-kept weapons, displayed artfully. Some of them were nicked in several places, mildly bent, missing a tip or two - He probably practiced with most or all of them. He had a small wardrobe; not much space for a lot of clothes. She wondered if he was lazy, efficient, or aggressively threw them out - Probably the latter, considering his stunt with the buttons. An elegant end table with several candles and a tinder box implied he liked to go out at night. And then, on a manequinn, a set of travelling armor - The kind of thing you'd wear out if you were trying to escape a siege, not quite full plate.

He drums his fingers on her shoulder, running them up her neck delicately. "Thoughts?" He whispers.

"The poisons are a bit surprising." She shudders softly.

"I like to be prepared," He says with a chuckle. "I don't have a good place to hide them, and I feel like letting people see them is more disarming than you'd think. Once they think you've played your hand, they don't expect you to slide a bad card into theirs..." He giggles, kissing her neck. "You probably think that's adorable, considering your formidable skill set~" His hands slide down her chest, fingers feeling up her breasts as they pass over and migrate to her hips.

She takes another long sip of wine, feeling her abdomen press up against his bulge. "What did you say your name was?"

"Julius~" He coos, kissing her neck. "And you~? I apologize, I can usually name my prospects without any introduction - They're typically nobles, of course." His fingers tug at the hem of her chemise, pulling it up her belly slowly.

"Lyssa." She sighs in pleasure, pulling away from him to go look at his weapons.

"Oh..." He purrs, following her and resting a hand on her abdomen as he watches where her eyes are going. "Curious~?"

"Maybe a bit." She chuckles, swirling her wine. "You fight?"

She wasn't terribly surprised– he was fit, and had scars.

He shrugs. "I spar. If I'm thrust into an unexpected situation, I want to at least stand a chance. Besides, the more ink-and-paper aspects of nobility were always so dull to me... I'm far better at reading people." His finger hooks naughtily onto the hem of her thong, and he purrs. "It's given me an envied edge in play-fighting with nobles... But it's hardly the real thing." He laughs. "I have won a real duel, though... That was quite the thing." His face is unreadable.

"..." She looks at him, and then looks back at the weapons. She knew that she could probably best him if she wanted. She had all the advantage in the world. Her abdomen pulses at the thought– getting rough with men turned her on a bit.

He looks over at her as he feels her abdomen, and he takes a guess at what she was thinking. "Perhaps you'd like to test my skill~?" He coos, brushing a finger over an antenna. "I must say, I've always wanted to sleep with a woman who could beat me in a fair fight~"

She quivers a bit and purrs excitedly. "Are you sure? I won't play nice."

"As long as you don't seriously injure me," He says with a laugh. "Mmm... Although, someone could come in at any moment... Them catching us might tip your hand quite far. My skill is well known." He smirks at her. "But then perhaps that means I'll see you again~? So we can finally throw down properly~ There's a thought~" He sweeps around to her front, holding her head and her ass as he kisses her deeply again. He tugs down her thong, and his pants, with one hand - His intentions were clear.

She moans softly, blushing as she wiggled her way out of her panties, letting them drop to the ground.

He giggles, kneeling and kissing her pussy gently. "I'm sorry you have to suffer being so demure... Such a powerful woman, you probably want to pin me down and have your way with me~ Is that right~?"

She gives another little moan, rubbing her thighs together gently. "I suppose I fancy myself a dominatrix from time to time..."

She doesn't say the end of her sentence: but this is nice, too. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

He purrs. "If you ever see me again... I'll let you live out that fantasy~" He coos, digging his rough tongue into her cunt and lashing her clit. His fingers play across her thighs, and he squeezes them sensually, tugging them apart measuredly. "For now, I'll just have to make you want more~"

She shifts softly, rocking her hips into his tongue and moaning softly. She takes the opportunity to take another long pull of wine, enjoying the moment.

He dips a finger into her hot, wet sex, teasing her g-spot as he gives her clit what her body is craving. The wet finger comes out, and she feels it playing at her asshole, slicking up the entrance playfully.

She gasps softly as he toys with her ass, and her abdomen whips between her legs and rests her stinger on his chin.

"If you want to play with that, you had better be ready for me to play with yours." She warns.

She hears him gasp, and she can feel him pause.

"Hmm... Will you be as gentle as me~?" He purrs, looking up at her with playful eyes.

"... I might." She relaxes her stinger, taking him out of the danger he once was in. "You're filthy, by the way."

He releases a relieved breath. "Well, you weren't threatening to kill me verbally," He says. "And I know. Many a woman has told me before~" She feels him gather some of her juices from her thighs, spreading them across her back door again as another finger reaches in to give her g-spot some real attention. As he makes her clit throb under his tongue's attention, he presses in, gently, opening up her tight, inexperienced rear.

She gasps and gives a little cry of pleasure, trembling harshly. "A-AHH~! HhnN~"

He teases the entrance a little, following her squeaks and moans as he plays an orchestra of pleasure with her body. Her hips are on fire as he pops out of her ass gingerly and slicks his finger up on her thighs again.

"D-Don't you have l-lube or something?" She gasps breathlessly, trembling as he worked her open.

He purrs, eating her out voraciously. He pulls away and stands up, licking her juices from a finger as he strolls over and gets out a bottle - Hidden behind his booze. It seems he knew how to hide things after all. He pours some into his palm, deftly slicking each finger on one hand, setting the lube on his nightstand and creeping back over to her. "Mmm~ Ready for more~?"

She pulls away gently, blushing deeply. “M... maybe I’m not ready, after all.” She mumbles, looking nervous.

He raises his eyebrows, giving her an empathetic look. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

“I’ve never... played with that part of me.” She admits quietly. “It’s unfamiliar.”

"Hmm... That's the case with half of the women I sleep with. Still, if you prefer, I'll be happy to lay off~" He smirks. "But then you won't get to get back at me~" He purrs, getting a hand towel off the shelf. "I think that's a fair trade, yes~?"

She sighs in relief. “Very fair.” She had only suggested it in the first place to try and scare him off. What a kinky bastard.

"Good..." He wipes the lube off of his hand, looking her over as he places the towel back on the shelf. "How would you like to sit on my face~? While I finish you off~?" He stalks over between her and the bed, sitting down and admiring her.

She steps out of her panties and flies over to him, hovering above him while waiting for him to lie back. Her eyes were glimmering with lust— she was into it, now.

He grins, beckoning her with both hands as he lies down. "I have great lung capacity~ You'll cum twice before you smother me~" He promises.

She purrs excitedly and sits on his face, plopping her pussy onto his mouth and resting her abdomen onto his belly.

He purrs into her pussy and starts lapping at her, stroking her abdomen gently. One hand caresses her thigh from underneath, squeezing the soft flesh. The sensations heat her hips up nicely, bringing her right back to the high he had her at before.

—

Meanwhile, Jalis decides to go talk to Arineta, without his brother to worry about. They were supposed to be negotiating, despite his father's total lack of tact, so he figured he may as well make polite with their guests.

"Hello again, Arinetta," Jalis says dryly, approaching the newlywed couple. "How was your wedding?"

The little bunny chirrups excitedly, hanging onto Dalias's arm. "It was so much fun! It was so pretty, with pink roses and a big white cake and lots of lace and everyone was wearing their prettiest dresses and fanciest suits– this is my veil from the wedding! I never want to take it off~"

He nods. "I see... How cute~ Weren't you [a spaghetti monster, though?"]

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["Hey, fuck you, that wasn't cool," Said Dalias, like a lion. Rini remembers being a spaghetti monster, and is sad.]

Dalias holds her close, scowling a little at Jalis. "Have you found a girl you like, Jalis?" Dalias asks. He knew the answer - What he wanted was the reaction. He felt Jalis should know how Rini felt.

Jalis turns pink and huffs. "Good gods, you're as bad as my brother... No, I have not. I have rather high standards, actually."

"That's really too bad - Have you tried having an attractive personality?" Dalias suggests casually, chuckling.

Jalis turns bright red, grinding his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. "Thank you for the advice, but I'm sure I can figure things out at my own GODSDAMN pace."

Rini mews unhappily– she didn't like them fighting. For all his money-flaunting tendencies and manipulative nature, she liked Jalis, and wanted to be friends.

Jalis sighs. "Sorry... I came over here to make amends, and I don't seem to be suceeding. How have you two been since the wedding?"

"Mm." Dalias takes a deep breath. "We've been very good, actually. Rini has been very happy, and she has been making me very happy, too." He smiles and kisses her head, rubbing her back.

She mews excitedly, purring and blushing. "We invited you and Kerome to the wedding... but neither of you made it." She looks a little sad at this. "But our honeymoon was a lot of fun! We went down to the islands in the south– we had a private island just for us!"

"My father was rather... Ah, he didn't think I should go," He says, clearing his throat.

"That's too bad." Rini looks sadly at the floor. "... This is... a beautiful ball! It's so well decorated, and..."

"Thank you," He says with a sigh. "I'm... Glad you enjoyed your honeymoon. Your dress is lovely."

"Speaking of your father, Jalis, where did he storm off to?" Dalias asks.

"Oh, that's right. He was arguing with daddy, and then..." She looks around in surprise.

Suddenly, several guards come up to Jalis. "Prince Jalis, a moment. You need to be informed," One says softly.

Jalis looks worried. "Informed? Just a moment," He excuses himself, following the guards. Suddenly, he cries out in the middle of the ballroom.

"MOTHER! WHERE IS MY MOTHER?!"

There's a mad search for the queen, who was talking pleasantly over by the refreshment table. She's quickly surrounded on all sides by guards and whisked off to a safe place with Jalis and the other princes and princesses.

Several guards cordon off the ballroom to make sure none of the nobles tried to flee. One of them heads to the middle of the room to explain.

"The king has been found dead," One says. "At the queen's request, we will be conducting a brief investigation, after which you may feel free to leave. Until then, no one leaves this room without an escort."

Rini clings to Dalias nervously, trembling a little. She looks around frantically for her father, whimpering.

Her father comes to them, looking distressed. "Arinetta, my baby, you're alright," Her father sighs, hugging her. "I don't know what's going on, but I'll take care of things. Don't you worry."

"Isn't this... bad?" Rini asks, looking between her husband and her father. "... Won't they think... we had something to do with this...?"

He thinks for a moment. "If it were the old king, I'd think he would implicate us immediately. He was always suspicious of everyone. But..." He sighs. "I'm going to miss that paranoid old bastard. This is bad, but I promise you, dear, I had nothing to do with this."

Rini tears up a little and wipes at her eyes to try and keep from outright crying.

Her father and her husband both hug her tightly and kiss her head. Just then, a guard comes up to them.

"Your Highness of the Rabbits, please come with us, and bring your daughter and her husband. Your presence is requested by the Queen."

"But we–" Rini starts.

"Not now, Arinetta. We don't yet know what she has to say," Her father says, trying to sound reassuring and petting her hair. "Come, let's go hear her out."

—

When the guards come looking for Julius, his dick is buried in Lyssa's sex. After she made a mess all over his face, he got out from under her and pinned her to the bed. Her legs were spread, tits bouncing in the air, and Julius had an arm wrapped around her abdomen, rubbing it lewdly. He was upright, with her ass in his lap as he pounded her and jilled her off. He was really something - She had cum a second time already, and he was working her up to a third climax as he crooned sweet observations about her body, and dirty ones about her behavior.

She was making quite a bit of noise for someone who had been so reluctant, squealing her pleasure and blushing heavily as he fucked her silly. She loved the way he talked about her.

"Ooooh~ My sweet little wasp~ I'm going to cum soon~" He coos, kneading her clit and popping a finger in her mouth. "I'll paint your hips with my seed, I think~ That will be lovely~"

“I-I’m going to cum again~! I-I’m—“ She starts, grasping the sheets tightly.

“Prince Julius!” A few guards burst into the room, making her jump a bit and cum on the spot, whimpering softly and making a slutty face of pleasure. A few guards pause to stare at the lewd scene before them.

Julius grunts, his own orgasm cut off by the intrusion. "Order fucking Chaos up her divine ASS, what in Chaos's mind is it?! If this isn't important, one of you is about to have a VERY bad day!"

“W-we need to escort you somewhere safe, your highness! Your father has been killed!” One says, remembering to look away out of respect.

He blanches a bit. "What?! Gods above... He's dead? You're certain?"

Through her orgasm haze, she notes that the prince was a pretty good actor. The guards nod, trying to come further into the room. “He’s been stabbed to death! We need to get you somewhere safe until the threat has passed!”

"Of course, I just..." He trails off, and then snaps out of whatever fabricated funk he put himself in. "Sorry, give me a minute to get dressed. I can hardly scurry off naked, now can I? Out, all of you. Wait outside. I'll be quick."

The guards all exit, leaving them alone together.

“It’s too bad you didn’t get to cum~” Lyssa purrs a bit.

He purrs, pulling out and sighing. "When things quiet down, we'll have to have another go at it~" He coos, stroking her cheek. "If you're up for it~"

She reaches up and pulls him into a hot kiss for a few moments, before getting off the bed. “My dress is still ruined, what should I wear?”

He pauses for a moment. "That's right... You could wear some of my clothes, perhaps, and I can have the guards get you something more suitable from my mother's wardrobe," He offers.

“I’ll wear your clothes.” She chuckles, going over to his wardrobe and looking for something that would accommodate her wings.

The most she could find is a shirt with a low neckline; to make use of it, she'd have to wear it backwards.

"Feel free to make use of whatever you can in there," He says, getting out a few clothes himself and cleaning himself up a bit. "I know you might have a hard time getting things to fit..."

She grabs a long tunic and rips two slits in the back to make room for her wings, deciding to wear that and no pants, as her abdomen wouldn't allow for the sort of pants Julius wore.

"Should I take my leave, or accompany you?" She asks.

"I would imagine you'd want to stick close to me for as long as possible - For the alibi, and a few other reasons~" He purrs. "Leaving now might look suspicious... If you stay long enough for them to start scratching their heads, you might just be home free."

"Sounds wonderful." She purrs softly, sidling up to him and looping her arm through his.

He comes out, looking appropriately somber. "I apologize for the wait, my lover's dress was still wet with wine, so we had to take some time to improvise something for her. Let's go."

She blushes a bit at being called his lover, letting him lead her and the guards to the throne room.

When they come inside, the queen, sitting on her throne while her children sit around her, watches evenly as Lyssa comes through the doors with Julius.

"Good to see you, Mother," Her son says, putting on a strained smile. "Especially considering I'll never see father again... Good to have at least one of my parents to come to."

"Who is this?" The queen asks tightly, gesturing to Lyssa. "Why is she here? This is a family matter."

"Well, we were having sex, mother," He points out. "I wasn't told to come alone, and I wasn't going to just leave her there, with an assassin about," He says. "I'm sure she won't cause any trouble."

Jalis scowls at the wasp, but says nothing.

Lyssa says nothing, keeping her eyes on the floor.

"... Fine, she can stay. But she must be silent, and she will leave immediately after this is over." Davina sighs, rubbing one of her eyebrows. "Bring in the king of rabbits."

The king comes in escorted by a pair of guards, looking a bit nervous, but still maintaining a dignified, regal air. He bows politely to the queen, awaiting the questions he knew were coming.

Rini and Dalias are also escorted in, but kept towards the back of the throne room.

"I suppose there's no beating around the bush here, Byron." Davina sighs. "My husband is dead, and no one stands for the biggest gain from his death than you."

"I hardly think of potentially starting a war as gain, Davina," The king says with distress. "While your husband was temperamental, and had the itch for conquest and bloodshed, I know you might try to carry on in his legacy as the new standing ruler. I'm not going to bring peace between our kingdoms through violence, that much is for certain. It is unfortunate that I have no evidence to clear my name, beyond the obvious fact that I clearly did not personally carry out the... Deed. Still, I hope you accept my condolences - And I want you to know, between us, that I had nothing to do with this, and it is with only the deepest regret that I hear this shocking news."

"My husband told me that the marriage between your daughter and the lion prince gives your countries the upper hand against the kingdom of leopards... considering you both border our nation." She says. "I find it hard to believe that my husband's death and your daughter's marriage happening in such proximity to one another is... a coincidence."

The king shakes his head. "That is always how he thought, isn't it? I must admit, Davina, I did always prefer you as a ruler... But that's hardly an excuse for killing your husband," He says softly. "I know what it's like, to lose the love of your life. I wouldn't put anyone through that unless I absolutely had to." He shakes his head. "I understand what it looks like, but I had little influence over Arinetta's decision to marry Dalias. I was hardly even present during the courting. And I'm certain she harbors no ill will towards you."

Rini nods a bit, stepping forward. "I–" She starts, but Davina holds up a hand.

"All of this lip service does nothing to answer the real question– if YOU were not the one to kill my husband, then who? No one else has motive."

Byron nods gently, considering his options. "I understand, Davina. I cannot fathom who would do such a thing, but I understand what you must be going through. I ask that you leave my daughter out of this. Do what you will to me, but please, let our kingdoms be at peace. That is all I want - The safety of my daughter and my people."

Davina takes a moment to think. She didn't want to execute or imprison a man for something he didn't do. Especially not the king of the rabbits– that might actually constitute war from the lions, seeing as they were allied in marriage now. But she needed to push someone. Anyone.

"Captain." She turns to the captain of the guard.

"Your highness," He affirms, standing quietly at the ready.

"Please make a list of the guests, release them, and begin an investigation into who was here and who may have motive and opportunity to kill my husband. Also, send men to build a funeral pyre immediately. I want to put the king to rest." She sighs.

"Yes, ma'am. That includes his highness, the King of the Rabbits?" He asks.

"Yes, please." She sighs.

Byron sighs, and nods to his daughter in relief. They're taken away, and Julius teases at Lyssa's wings gently.

"So, what did you mean about Lyssa leaving? I quite think with an assassin about, she might be safer sharing my bed..." He chuckles a bit.

"No, I will be having no one left in the palace but our family and staff." She shakes her head. "I know how much you love bedding women, Julius, but I will not be flexible on this."

He sighs. "Very well. I suppose it's for the best," He agrees. "We have father to mourn, after all."

Lyssa says nothing, giving Julius a gentle kiss on the cheek before turning to leave.

Jalis sighs, heading over to his mother and hugging her. "I... I still can't believe father is dead," He says softly.

She hugs him softly, kissing his forehead. "Would you like to sleep with mummy tonight?" She asks sweetly.

He nods. "I think I would, mother. Thank you."

Julius scoffs. His brother was such a momma's boy - He wondered if perhaps Jalis hired Lyssa... Surely not. But who, then?

—

It isn't long before they've called it a night, and Jalis follows his mother to her room, sticking to her side like she was magnetic. When they reach the room, he sighs and starts undressing.

"Thank you, Mother. You're always there for me... I hope that never changes," He coos softly. "I'm going to need some extra comfort tonight, with everything that's happened recently."

“Of course, darling.” She smiles, heading to her dressing table to start taking off her makeup.

He finishes undressing and climbs into the bed, watching her quietly and licking his lips. "Mmm... I've decided I'm going to cum inside you tonight, mother," He coos. "In your pussy. I think father would have wanted me to keep your womb to myself for him, since he's not around to do it anymore."

"Oh, darling, your father hasn't had my womb in years." Davina laughs a bit, before looking somberly at her cosmetics. That was the reason he had to die, wasn't it? He was neglecting her needs.

"All the more reason for me to finally lay claim to you - All of you," Jalis says. "He did neglect you a bit, didn't he, mother? So to honor him, I'll make sure you aren't neglected. I'll take up ownership of every square inch of your body - For both of you." Jalis comes up behind her, rubbing her shoulders and neck.

She blushes a bit, but doesn't argue. She wondered how he would react when she finally took Yin as her concubine. For now, he could have what he wanted– it was always that way.

He sucks on her neck, grabbing her tits through her dress and kneading them roughly. "Oh, mother... I'll take good care of you. I can't believe father could leave you out to dry, you're so beautiful~ So fun to make love to~"

"J-Jalis!" She chides a bit, moaning. "Let mummy go take a bath! I really must wash before we–"

"Wash? Why, mother?" He asks. "I really do love your natural musk~ And I'm already hard, I can't wait for you to bathe." He sucks on the other side of her neck, purring. "I want to have you NOW~"

She sighs a bit, conceding. "At least let me undress for the night."

He nods. "Of course, mother," He coos, kissing her cheek and laying back down in bed.

She goes to her wardrobe and undresses, sighing softly and donning a dressing gown for bed. She wanted to spend the night with Yin, but Jalis was so demanding.

Jalis purrs, admiring his mother. "A lovely dressing gown, mother~" He coos. "Come lay with me~ I need to feel you with me~ I want to feel that you're still safe~"

She climbs in beside him, snuggling up to him and pulling his head against her chest.

He purrs, rubbing her thigh and kissing her breasts eagerly. As greedy as he was, she had taught him well - He liked his foreplay.

She kisses his forehead and holds him close, feeling his hands getting filthier and filthier with her body. Her cheeks went red– she knew she shouldn't be indulging him like this. She was spoiling him a bit.

Very soon, his fingers were playing between her legs, always just shy of popping in to one of her holes - Her clit was getting plenty of attention, making her hips shudder. He was sucking on her tits the same way he had done as a kitten, and just as greedily. His fat, spiny dick was draped across one thigh - As much as she was indulging him instead of the other way around, and Yin was better in every way, his dick wasn't bad at all, and she was just a bit fond of it. It reminded her of her and her husband's glory days - Especially before they had gotten married, when they were fooling around in secret.

She moans softly, reaching down to stroke it gently. "Mummy's little boy~" She croons, nibbling his ear.

He purrs and nibbles her neck, and suddenly a finger is in her pussy, and he's tugging on one of her nipples lewdly. "Mmm~ What a good mother you are~" He croons, climbing on top of her and kissing her deeply as he rubs his spiny cock across her clit. His finger reaches in and jills off her g-spot at the same time - She feels her hips bucking on their own.

She gasps softly, blushing deeply as her son mounted her. Her pussy was starting to drool as he played with her cunt– the cunt he was born from.

"J-Jalis~" She breathes, wrapping her arms around him. "You cheeky boy~ You shouldn't be playing with Mummy like that~"

He purrs. "I recommend you not tell me what I can't do anymore, mother~ You belong to me now, don't you~?" He teases, nipping and sucking at her neck as he pulls his finger out of her drooling cunt and starts to rub the tip of his cock around her entrance dirtily. As he prods and probes at the entrance to her sex, his hands reach around, pulling on her tail and groping her ass. She could tell this was heading towards him fingering her asshole roughly as he pounded her... And then filled her with his hot seed.

"Darling, shouldn't you find a different girl to claim? I can't belong to my son~" She whimpers softly, cheeks going red.

"Oh, mother~ Don't worry, of course you can~" He purrs, shoving his cock into her roughly. "Oh! That does remind me, though - I did want a different girl to claim~ In fact, it may be a good political move~" He coos, stirring his dick around inside her and popping his wet finger up her ass.

"T-Tell me more about that, darling?" She gasps softly, thighs shaking as he filled up her pussy. "F-fuck..."

"Of course, my good little mother slut~" He coos, kissing her and starting to hump her hips and stir up her asshole with his finger. He grins and gets an evil look on his face.

"You know Arinetta has quite a few sisters, don't you?" He asks. "And considering the Kingdom of Rabbits is almost certainly to blame for father's death, I'm sure we can coerce them into peace... By letting me pick one of the king's eligible daughters~" He coos. "I'd quite like a girl to play with, mother~ She can be a mistress, officially... But I'm going to make her my personal whore~" He slams his dick into Davina's cervix just then, pinching her clit harshly.

Davina squeals softly, whimpering in slight pain. "Wh-whatever you want, darling... But won't it be difficult to persuade the king to let just take one? Shouldn't you court her instead?"

He huffs, easing up on her clit and giving it some love instead. "I'm rather tired of courting, mother. I already tried courting Arinetta. You see how well that went." He shakes his head. "I trust your judgement, of course... But you saw him in the throne room tonight! He's weak, mother. I might not even stop at just one - Perhaps I could get my hands on two~" He purrs and grins, popping a finger up into her pussy beside his dick and making her feel full - It was almost like getting fucked by Yin. "Don't you agree?"

She gasps in pleasure, panting softly. "D-Don't get your hopes up dear– that king is very protective of his daughters."

He growls, nipping at her neck and starting to pound her roughly, pumping two slick fingers into her ass in time with his heavy thrusts. "Unf... You're right - Of course - Mother," He huffs, starting to pant between words as he ravaged her. "But - oooh - You can gasp find me - A way - Can't you~?" He kisses her, taking a break to finish the thought. "You could get me one of them, one way or another~ You're resourceful, aren't you? Get one for me~ Two, if you can~ Oooh, or even all of them~ That would make me quite happy~" He starts pounding her again. She doubted he could really handle all of the Rabbit King's daughters, despite the skill with sex he had honed screwing her over the years. Yet the thought comes to mind that if she could keep him busy with a few girls, she might be free to fuck Yin all she wanted... Openly, even.

She thinks about it for a moment, allowing him to continue fucking her.

"Oooh~ I can tell you're thinking about it~ You look so sexy like that, mother~" He coos, sucking on one of her nipples again. "Such a gorgeous, intelligent woman... Father was lucky~"

She blushes a bit. "Filthy boy, calling your mummy sexy." She chides, pulling him up for a kiss.

—

Jalis was very thoroughly annoyed at his mother. When he got back, he was going to fuck her in the ass until she couldn't walk.

He was in a carriage pulling up to the Rabbit Kingdom's royal castle. His mother had just told him there wasn't a chance at coercing the rabbit king out of one of his daughters, and that Jalis should just go flirt with them and see if any of them were interested. He was bound to get lucky eventually, she had reasoned.

"Bullshit," He mutters as he gets out of the carriage. He sighs and straightens himself out, before heading into the main hall with his servants.

There were a few servants waiting for him. "Prince Jalis! Welcome back to our castle." One says timidly, knowing how particular he was.

He groans. "I'm not really in the mood for pleasantries, but thank you. Just take me to see the single princesses the Rabbit Kingdom has to offer."

"Oh. That's... quite direct." The servant swallows. "They're in classes right now, would you like–"

"I did not come all this way to wait," Jalis snaps. "Their classes happen every day, I'm here for a week. Figure something out."

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"O-Of course, sir." The little bunny scurries off nervously, looking like she might cry. The other servants direct him to sit in the parlor until someone could come fetch him to meet Rini's sisters.

He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Get me some tea, thank you," He mumbles, stewing on a fresh tide of disappointment and frustration. He already knew this wasn't going to go well. He should have just stayed home. He at least had his mother there to ease his frustrations. Here, he was very unlikely to get anything he wanted.

He receives his tea, and finally, the servant he had snapped at before comes in. "The princesses are ready to see you now, though their instructor isn't happy."

He drinks the rest of his tea, setting it down and getting it up. "I'll have a word with their instructor, don't worry," He assures her, sighing. "Excuse my behavior, I haven't had much luck with this sort of thing before, and I don't expect much different now. Show me to them, please."

The servant quietly leads him upstairs to the princesses' study, where they were all standing in wait for him. There were 5– Rini was the firstborn, but they were all from the same litter, and so they all had the same type of coloration. Their mother, Ariana, was a pastel chocolate bunny, and their father had the honey and apricot patches, so some were a pale brown, some were honey colored, some were a mix between. But they all had the same stunning blue-green eyes Rini did.

They were all quite soft and supple looking, as well– Rini was chubbier than her sisters, but only by a bit.

"Allow me to introduce the princesses of the kingdom of rabbits– Ariel, Aribelle, Arilyn, Arista, and Arica."

"Quite a bit of hot air," He jokes, chuckling. "I'm Jalis, crown prince of the Leopards. You may have heard of me."

"Yes, Rini spoke about you." One– a pastel chocolate bunny with glasses and long, curly chocolate hair pulled into a tight bun, says snidely.

"I'm so glad," He mutters in a dry, dead voice. "At any rate, I'm looking for a mistress, and I was hoping to... Court some of you." He already felt like this was pointless and he should just give up; he could already tell that none of these girls had very high opinions of him, and frankly he was expecting more of the same that he had gotten from Rini. Even still, he wanted to at least put on a good show of it for his mother. She was really hoping to make amends over the 'misunderstanding' of his father's death.

"I did bring chocolates, caramels, and roses, if anyone is interested," He sighs defeatedly.

The girls all look at each other, and then they all push the bunny with glasses in front of the group, and she huffs a bit, turning red.

"W-would you stop!" She snaps.

"He's perfect for you!" The girls giggle.

"We all thought it when he first arrived, Bella." One says, playing with her fingers.

"You're all vile." She huffs again.

"At least go talk to him."

"I-I am the next in line for the throne! I cannot marry a prince in line for his own throne, that would mean–"

"It's a good thing he's just looking for a mistress, then, isn't it?" A blonde bunny giggles smarmily. Bella turns dark red.

"Hm. Let's go sit down somewhere quiet, I suppose," He says, offering his hand. "No point in letting the harpies circle around us, right?" He jokes.

"H–!" The girls all start, but don't get the opportunities.

"HARPIES?! THOSE ARE MY SISTERS YOU'RE SPEAKING ABOUT." She snaps. "You will treat the daughters of the great rabbit kingdom with RESPECT, you greasy rapscallion!"

He looks surprised, and flinches a little, blushing. "R-right, of course, how... I'm terribly sorry," He says. "Um... Would anyone like chocolates? As an apology?"

The girls all look at his blushing face with glee, and surge forward, pushing their sister and Jalis out into the hall and locking the door behind them.

"Rude!" He squeaks, clearing his throat. "Um, at any rate..." He looks at Bella, a little intimidated - He was kind of cute when he was intimidated.

She pauses to take him in.

"... Let's go talk about your... offer." She says quietly, turning to head to her room.

"Right, then," He says following her. "Um, Eskel, those chocolates and caramels...? Thank you, the roses too." He takes the gifts from his servant, and follows her.

She opens her bedroom door and leads him inside, leading him over to her study nook and motioning to one of the two chairs there in front of her bookshelf.

He sits down, setting his gifts on the table and waiting patiently. Her outburst had both spooked him, and piqued his curiosity.

She sits with him, taking the roses and looking through them. "Rini has told me you like to buy affection."

He huffs. "Well, affection is always bought. With time, with attention... Or with money. I was trying to compete with two other princes, you have to understand. I thought the gifts would give me a leg up. I tried to - "

She holds up a hand. "I expect to be brought tribute every time you visit me. In the form of lavish gifts– expensive, too. I expect to be taken on holiday to beautiful places and I certainly expect for the sex to be at least halfway decent."

He blinks. "Oh, you're taking this in a completely different direction than I thought you would," he says with a laugh. "Well, that makes things easier for me, then. I can lavish you all you want~" He coos. "And I think you'll find the sex will be very good~"

“And all of this will be on my terms.” She crosses her legs decisively, looking at him over the tops of her glasses. “If you have a problem with that, we can easily call this whole thing off.”

He frowns a little. "Your terms... What are your terms, exactly?"

“I’m the heir to the rabbit kingdom throne. I cannot take you as a husband even if I wanted to— therefore, this will be a strictly sexual relationship, and I will be the one in charge of when, where, and how we have sex.”

He frowns. "No romance? I'm okay with that, but..." He thinks for a moment. "Well, I'll give it a try, I suppose. Mother can only do so much for me, I want someone new."

“I’m... I’m sorry, Mother?” She blinks in surprise. “Are you... having sex with your mother?”

He blinks. "Nnnnno," He says tactically. He didn't know what was weird about that, but he didn't want her to think he was weird. "She just, um... Helps me out, with sex, sometimes. Not... Directly. She teaches me things."

She could tell he was lying and scoffs a bit, lifting her leg and placing the heel of her slipper on his groin. “Has this filthy cock been inside your own mother?” She purrs softly, grinding into it.

He turns bright red, and she can feel him get hard and start throbbing, spines massaging her foot gently. "Y-yes," He mews sheepishly. "In, um... Several places in her."

“Disgusting.” She blushes a bit, purring excitedly. “You’re vile~ A disgusting little boy sucking on his mother’s tits~”

"Sh-shut up," He mewls weakly, shuddering. He was into this, and she wasn't sure if he realized it. "Y-you're embarassimg me..."

“Does it feel good~? Do you like this feeling~?” She gets up, stepping even more intensely on his cock. “Filthy little thing likes feeling embarrassed~”

"N-nooooo~ I don't~ S-stop doing... Ooooh, fuck~" She can feel his balls pulsing at her heel, his dick twitching against her toes... He wanted to cum, and he was about to.

“And here I thought you were a rich and powerful leopard prince~ All I see is a little kitten~” she purrs, taking his face in her hands. She looked into his eyes with an intense expression of lust— she was into this as much as he was.

"I-I - " He cums suddenly, grunting and leaking hot, runny seed through his pants, wet enough that she could just feel it on her slipper. There was a lot of it - And he was ruining his clothes. He didn't seem to mind much, though; he was just staring at her in horny awe.

She takes her slipper off and squishes his dick around in his mess with her toes, giggling. “Anyway, this relationship will be kept quiet, do you understand? I will have no indecency happening in the public eye— to anyone else, it should look like you are courting me for possible marriage.”

He makes a sound halfway between a whimper and a grunt, nodding. "O-of course... I don't suppose you could let me clean myself up...?"

“Of course. I’ll have the maid bring in some clothes, you’re free to use my bath.” She chuckles. “Making a mess in your pants the first time we meet... filthy kitten~”

He mews, and stands up awkwardly. "Th-thank you... Um, where is your bath?" He blushes, peeking down his pants at the mess.

She leads him through a set of door into her ensuite, with a large bath tub and shower for him to use. She stands in the doorway as he enters, watching him.

He blushes as he strips down and feels the mess in his fur with his fingers. "Why are you watching?" He asks meekly, giving her an embarrassed look.

“I wanted to see what I had to look forward to.” She purrs, looking him up and down predatorily.

He turns bright red and shudders, drawing himself a bath and sinking into the hot water with a sigh. He scrubs the fur on his hips, glancing at her every now and then. His expression was somewhere between longing and hungry.

She smiles every time— the leopard prince was quite cute, now that she had him under her thumb. She had heard from Rini he was a bit spoiled and thought highly of himself, and thought because he had money and gifts that women should swoon for him. She was ready to take advantage of that. And now hearing he fucked his mother...? She was ready to put him in his place.

When he gets out of the bath, she notices he's hard - And his cock is of a pretty decent size, all things considered.

"Thank you for letting me use your bath," He says. "Now, um... Clothes."

“Not yet. Dry off.” She says, turning and heading back to her bedroom to lock the door.

He blinks, drying off as she requested. He peeks out from the bathroom at her curiously - Did she want to have sex? What kind of sex would a woman like this have...?

She was undressing in front of her wardrobe, quickly getting naked but being sure to replace her clothes as they came off her. Soon, she was wearing only a chemise and stockings, and climbs into bed, looking at him expectantly.

He purrs, licking his lips as he stares at her longingly, and climbs into bed. He starts to crawl over her dominantly, like he might with his mother.

She grabs his shoulders and flips them over, laying him on his back and straddling his hips. “You’re not allowed to touch~” she purrs, reaching down and stripping off her chemise, exposing her beautiful, soft, curvy body and heavy looking breasts. “Or you’ll be punished~”

He hesitates, putting his hands on the bed and blushing. "Punished...?"

“Mmhmm~” she pulls her hips up and situates his hard cock against her pussy lips, before sinking it deep into her hot, drooling depths, smacking it against her cervix pleasurably. “OOHHHHNN~ Ahhh~”

"NNNN~ Y-you're sure I can't touch...?" He mewls bucking his hips eagerly. He grips the sheets, and looks very much like he wants to grip something else, instead.

“No touching~” She purrs softly, beginning to bounce her fat, round ass hard and fast on his cock. Unlike her sister, apparently Bella was very accomplished in sex— she had definitely done this before. The feeling was incredible.

"Ugh~ That feels good~ So good~" He moans, shuddering as he tugs on the sheets. His cock was twitching happily inside her, spines digging into her and tugging on her pussy lewdly. "I want to touch you~ I want to grab your breasts so badly~ Grope your ass~"

“Tell me more~ Tell me how much you want me~” she moans, running her hands up and down his chest. “Say it~”

He moans loudly. "I want you~ I want you so badly~ You're the most thrilling woman I've ever met~ I want to give you my children~ I want all of you, so badly~ I can't even believe how amazing you are~"

She goes red and leans down to kiss him hotly, pinning down his arms so he couldn’t touch.

He purrs and kisses her back needily, bucking his hips like he intended to pound a few babies into her right that moment. His enthusiasm was quite lewd.

She pants in pleasure, purring and kissing him hotly. Finally, she pulls away to kiss down his chest. “Are you ready to eat my pussy~?” She purrs.

He's bright red, panting in bliss, and looks a bit confused. "Uh...? Y-yes, I am," He says, after realizing that he wasn't going to get to cum unless she did.

She giggles, climbing up and planting her pussy square on his mouth.

He purrs, lapping at her cunt gently and teasing her clit with his rough tongue. He was being more gentle than usual, but his skill was still apparent as his tongue dances around her sex.

She moans happily, rocking her hips against his mouth in pleasure as he worked her gently to an orgasm.

He starts getting braver, and lewder, digging his tongue deep into her, lapping at her g-spot and nuzzling her love button at the same time. He must fuck his mother quite a bit; he knew exactly what to do to her to make her feel good.

She tosses her head back and cums heavily, oozing girl cum down her lips onto his. She pants softly, crooning in pleasure.

He slows back down, continuing to tease her as she comes down from her orgasm. He still wasn't touching her, but his wet dick is twitching in the air needily, begging for attention.

She strokes his ears happily, giggling. "Thank you for that~ Now it's time for your reward~"

She climbs back down and sinks his cock back into her pussy, bouncing vigorously.

He moans and bucks his hips in time with hers, panting in bliss. It isn't long before he creams her pussy, seed jetting into her depths and spattering out with each of her bounces. He makes a slutty face, nuzzling the sheets in ecstasy.

She gasps a little as he fills her up, blushing deeply. "F-Filthy, cumming in me without asking~"

"But it feels so good~ And you aren't in heat, are you~?" He blushes meekly - He was so cute when he was uncertain.

"I'm not~ But you should still ask your mistress~" She teases, stroking his cheeks.

He purrs, enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching in her cum-filled pussy with private smugness. "Alright~ But I might have a hard time not cumming, with such a beautiful mistress~"

"The next time I might have to punish you~" She purrs, kissing his chest and rocking her hips softly. "And you wouldn't like that~"

He mewls, blushing even harder. "I-I'll keep that in mind~"

She kisses him deeply. "Do you still want to touch me, little kitten~?"

He nods, then nods faster. "I-I do... Will you let me?" He asks eagerly.

"I will~" She giggles, letting his hands up.

His hands fly to her ass, grabbing the soft flesh in both hands like a pair of handles and rolling her hips on his, purring loudly. "Mmmm~ Your ass is so soft~" He moans, pulling her down to suck on one of her nipples. "I love it~ I love you~"

She purrs, giggling. "Mmff~ You have better bring some gifts to prove it next time~"

"I did!" He whines. "But I will. I'll bring lots of gifts~" He pulls her into a gentle kiss, tweaking her tail playfully.

She kisses him back, before climbing off of him to go bathe. "Clean up, the servants will show you to your quarters for your stay."

He nods, following her to the bath.

—

Jalis leaving is a huge relief for Davina. He was proving to be almost as much of an obstacle as her husband was... She could only hope he found a girl he liked enough to not be upset when she declared her desire for a different man. For now, it was high time she go see that man, and celebrate her husband being out of her hair with a proper, long, hard session of fucking with her big, strong wolf stud.

She commands her servants leave her room, locks all the doors, and opens the doors to her wardrobe, running into his quarters. "Yin~"

"Davina," He croons with tempered excitement, "My sweet little slut~ What has happened?" The question was casual, and didn't seem to imply that he suspected anything major had happened. Even still, it was clear he was curious as to the fate of her husband. He had only just died yesterday, and she hadn't been able to see him until Jalis took his leave.

"My husband is dead." She says simply, climbing into his lap. "And my son has left to find a mistress. I'm yours, Yin~"

He growls happily, peeling off her dressing robe and pushing her up against the wall with his chest. "You don't know how happy that makes me~" He coos, pulling her up the wall and kissing her with his signature forceful passion. She was sandwiched so tightly between him and the stone, her robe was still pinned by her ass, a humorous and ineffective attempt at covering her now totally exposed body. She could feel his huge balls press up between her thighs, hinting at the certain future - Being filled with Yin's virile, heady cum again until she was ready to burst. She could already smell his delicious cock, drooling musky precum to tease her.

She moans loudly, kissing him back desperately. "Sh-shall we take this to my bed~? I want you to fuck me in my room this time~"

"Ohhhh~ Yes, we will~ I've wanted to use your bed for a long time~" He coos, kissing her again. He tosses her over his shoulder, groping her ass dirtily as he carries her out of the wardrobe and into her room. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and sighs.

"Mmm... It smells like you in here~ Like another, too... But I'l fix that~" He coos, kissing her ass and plopping her on the bed. He doesn't give her a moment before he has her pinned to the bed, grinding his cock against her clit sensually and rubbing her sides and back as he sucks on her neck aggressively. He was horny for her.