A King's Court: Part 2

100% fiction!

As I rode back to the castle, my father’s body was heavy against my back. I tried to begin piecing together what happened.

Everything seemed to be going reasonably well. My father had just speared a very plump baby boar that had strayed too close to our camp. It was harmless enough and would have moved on, all on its own. However my father, most likely in a show of bravado, grabbed his spear, and with a hefty throw perfectly struck the beast. Even though my interest in the sport had waned as I grew older I couldn’t help but be impressed by my fathers skills. Even as king he still possessed the skills of a seasoned warrior. As the others skinned the boar, my father pulled me aside.

“Are you alright, son?” he asked me, I could tell by his tone I should be asking him that.

“Aye, I’m fine why do you ask?” I replied. My father had never been the most observant man when it came to his family. Thats why it came as a surprise to that he was questioning me on my well being.

“No reason, you just seem a bit off is all. You were late this morning that’s not like you at all.” He said, walking into his tent. I followed in behind him. It seemed my father wasn’t as oblivious as I had thought. I made my way over to him and kneeled next to him. The face, that had earlier shown such strength and , now seemed heavy . The struggles of running a kingdom weighed heavily on him.

“Father I am not a boy anymore. I’ve just turned 18 you can’t continue to worry over me.” I whispered to him taking his hand in mine. He looked over at me, his face lifting somewhat. I could see some of the worry etching away.

“I know, but you are my son. I would give away this whole kingdom for you. You are all I have left” he smiled now. “I know you are a man. I have seen you grow these past few years.” His huge paw stroked my face, and I felt a familiar warm sensation. “You’ve grown up to be a handsome young man. You look so much like your mother, but this.” he said running his fingers through my hair, “This is most certainly mine” he laughed. It seemed my father had finally gotten to that sentimental part in his life.

“Father, we should get back out to the others.” I said hearing the ruckus grow louder from outside the tent. “The men will get restless soon.” I stood, but my father still held my hand. It wasn’t a strong grip, but it didn’t have to be to let me know he didn’t want me going anywhere.

“Wait a moment, son. Will you sit on my lap like you used to?” His eyes twinkled as he asked me. I thought for the first time in my life might be seeing my father shed a tear, but no his eyes remained bone dry. For kings never cry.

“Father, are you sure now is the best time for this. We dragged a hundred of the cities guards out of the city so we could hunt.” I motioned to the door, where as if on cue. A loud uproar was heard.

“Let them have a moment, I’m the king. If I told them to stand out here all night in the cold they would.” He motioned to his chair. “Now come on, don’t you remember when you were just a little one, and I would pick you up and we would sit on my throne together.” My father remembered the strangest things from my childhood. Although admittedly that had been fun to do. Sitting on father’s lap, pretending I was king and ordering my imaginary knights around. Defending the castle from dragons. I smiled remembering the times we bonded.

When my mother died, father had been devastated. After weeks of locking himself away. He emerged as if nothing has happened. My father was never the same. He stopped letting me sit on his lap. And would no longer visit me to tuck me in. My only friend during that was my uncle. He was my father’s trusted advisor, but he still made time for me. He gave me the love that my father couldn’t. He taught me how to be a man. However he never wanted to replace my father. It was my uncle that suggested we start taking hunting trips together to strengthen our bond. If only he knew how well they had worked.

As I moved over to my father, and lowered myself onto his lap. Thankfully we had taken out armor off as soon as we arrived. My father thought it was silly to wear only to go hunting, but it made the people happy knowing their king was safe. I could feel soft fabric of my fathers clothes as it brushed my skin. I sank into his lap feeling his strong leg muscles. As I settled in, he began to wrap his arms around me.

“I love you son” He said placing a kiss on the top of my head. He held me tightly in place as the chair wasn’t meant to hold two people.

“I love you too father” I replied back, no sooner had I said it, I felt it. His cock which had already been a little stiff before I even sat down, began to harden. I could feel it lengthen against my back. I wiggled my hips a little to let him know I felt it there.

His hands traveled down my chest, tracing the line of my abs as he made his way to my trousers. As he slipped his hand in, I let out a soft sigh. I couldn’t help but smile he always knew the perfect way to get me into these positions. It had become a routine. Every time we went out hunting, far from the city walls, and the spies within. My father would take me within his tent, and no matter how I resisted managed to seduce me.

I squirmed as my father gripped my cock tighter, kneading my balls and rubbing my head with my own precum. He knew just how to make me suffer, and in all my movement, I had been rubbing his own cock through his trousers. My father grunted in my ear, which for me turned me on more then anything. My father was more like an animal then a man when it came to sex. Often grunting and growling. His hairy chest and body made it even better, as it nicely contrasted my nearly hairless one.

Father undid my pants, letting my leaking cock spring free, The cool air felt great, but his hand stroking my length felt even better. I moaned and writhed as my father expertly played with my freed cock. I managed to shift my head and plant a kiss on lips. Our lips mashing together. I managed to pry his hands off my cock long enough to turn to face him. I leaned forward, our lips locking again, as I undid his trousers.

His own cock,which when examined closely looks surprisingly similar to mine only naturally longer and plumper, sprang free from its confines. I pulled away from him, and kneeled down. Taking his cock in my hand, which I was barely able to fit my hand around. I ran my tongue over the head, tasting my father’s salty precum.

As I began to slowly put more and more of his cock in my mouth, I cupped his balls. I knew from past hunting trips they were sensitive, and that continued manipulations would get him off quicker.

My father growled , loud enough for those immediately outside the door to wonder what could be going in here. Although a few had ventured in, concerned for their king, and had been pleasantly surprised by the show. Most though didn’t enter the king’s tent without permission.

My father bucked again. I could tell he was getting close, his precum was flowing more steadily now. By now so was mine I could feel it smeared all over my abs. If I wasn’t careful I would cum without even touching my cock.

I looked up at him, his eyes were tightly shut, another indicator he was close, as he bucked again. I took the chance and quickly shoved my finger into my fathers hairy asshole. It was a treasure trove of tastes and smells. I managed to get a finger into his ass. I wiggled around and found the spot that always made him go crazy.

He began to grunt and shake after that. I could feel his balls tighten up, and his muscles go taunt. It was as if time had slowed. I could see and feel everything. His asshole clamped on my finger, the sweat dripping down his exposed chiseled chest. His whole body convulsed at once.

His cum exploded from his cock with such force, I could literally hear it hit the back of my throat. A sound nearly inaudible to my father who sounded like a wounded animal with all the noise he was making. As his cock shot spurt after spurt of searing come down my eager gullet.

I managed to swallow it all without choking, it had been easy since most of it shot right down my throat. My father slumped in the chair, his eyes half open and a massive grin on his face. I could see his chest heaving slowly. I sucked his head making a loud popping sound, which caused him to wince, and I stood up and straddled him.

“I don’t think you have ever cum so much father” I grinned and leaned in for a kiss, my lips still coated in his load. He smiled, I could tell he enjoyed my salty kiss, because almost right away his cock began rise again.

“I think someones ready for another go, son” my father reached around and positioned his cock at my holes entrance. Pushing it in slowly. My own cock was throbbing at this point. It was engorged and ready to blow. I could feel my fathers cock make its way into my ass deeper and deeper till I rested comfortably on his balls. Years ago when I first took my fathers cock I was crying out in pain at this point. My father, naturally wanted to stop, but I urged him on. I knew I could take it if only he went on a little more. When I was finally able to take it all, my father had the proudest look on his face. The same look he was wearing now.

As I began moving up and down on my fathers cock, he grabbed my hips to steady me. He threw his head back and let out one of his animal growls, and began taking control. Thrusting me down harder and faster. I moaned, but any noise I had made was drowned out by the guttural sounds escaping my father. In one quick motion, he picked me up and knocked everything off the nearby table. He threw me down and once again went to work pounding my ass. The table rocked as my father fucked me, no longer my father the king, but a wild sex possessed beast.

I couldn’t hold back any any longer. I reached down to stroke my cock, but before I could even touch it my cock began to explode. My fathers wild fucking ensured cum sprayed everywhere. I clenched my ass, which caused my father to let out another signature growl, dumping his load deep in my hole. He collapsed on top of me. Sweat and cum mixing together, we embraced for a bit. I didn’t want his cock to leave me, but as it grew soft, not even my clenched ass could keep it in. My father stood up and offered me a hand getting off the table. As I stood the contents of my ass immediately began to shift. The cum ran down my leg and pooled at my feet.

We both watched this and looked at each other before bursting out laughing. No matter what I would always love these hunting trips. I remember thinking. I patted my fathers ass, and began to get dressed. We had been away for too long and the noises from the tent, surely weren’t reassuring that my father and I were alright.

As I emerged from the tent, I looked the around it had gotten late. The sun was beginning to set. My father stepped out, and stood beside me. He put his hand on my shoulder. and smiled down at me. This had become out ritual, and had helped restore the relationship we had lost.

As we stood there together, a loud cry could be heard from the edge of the camp. I dismissed it at first, my head still woozy from earlier. Another sound could be heard, this one a littler harder to ignore. A throaty roar, the sound of an animal enraged. The sound that it was now time to go. My father and I gathered up our supplies quickly loading them onto the horses. I could hear men shouting in the distance. Apparently arrows weren’t having any effects on it. It was either too fast, or its hide was too thick. Either way I didn’t think finding out first hand was such a good idea.

“Come on son let’s go!” my father roared already on his horse.

I looked back for a moment, a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. The beast was large, and as black as midnight. Claws gleamed as it galloped toward us. I was frozen, I had never seen such a creature in all my life. As it barreled towards us. I could hear my father yelling, but even his voice was muffled. It seemed liked my mind had hazed over.

Then it was upon me, it roared which for a brief moment snapped me out of my daze. and allowed me to rolled out of the way, as it lunged at me. Striking down my horse blood began to pour out, coloring the white horse crimson. It turned and readied itself for another lunge. I watched as it leaped into the air. Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

“This is the end.” I thought to myself. “I am going to die here”.

I covered my face, in a vain attempt to protect myself, but I heard my father cry out in pain. I looked I didn’t see the creature anymore. My father though was laying a few feet from me, his clothes darkened with blood. I could see the deep gash wounds along his chest, and the bloody spear in his hands.

“I struck the beast.“ he whispered blood running from his mouth “He’s wounded, he won’t come back.”

“Shh” I put my hand over his wound to stop the blood “Please father don’t talk. Save your strength.” I looked around for something to bind my fathers wound. Reaching over to the still kicking horse. Ripping a bit of cloth into ribbons, I turned back and attempted to wrap it around my father’s chest.

“Come on! You can’t die you’re the king. You’re my father” I looked down at him. The man only minutes ago had been so full of life.

“Son I don’t think I’m going to make. Before I go I want to tell you I love you..” more blood ran from his mouth. My eyes swelled up tears began to flow.

“Please father! Don’t leave me!” I cried out. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breath. Panic began to settle in. My father would die if I did nothing. Yet what could I do. It would be nightfall before we reached the castle even on horseback. And most of the men were chasing after the beast.

I stared into my fathers eyes running everything possible plan through me head. He smiled at me before his hand grew limp and his eyes became far away and glassy. He whispered one last thing to me. I layed over the man I had called father, and sobbed.

“Be strong my son. For kings never cry.”