Meet Me in the Dungeon

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The boom of a heavy wooden door slamming shut was accompanied by a great clattering of steel grieves as twenty of the king's guard marched down a spiraling flight of stairs, in the middle of them all was the lord himself. Down and down they went, before long the sunlight from the above windows died away, replaced by torches that hung along the walls. Their flickering glow caused shadows to dance across the stone steps.   
 
  It was three flights to get to the dungeons beneath the city, a massive expanse of corridors and locked gates that held prisoners of every creed and type. It was a damp, dark place that no one wanted to be, not even the guards that were stationed.   
 
  Getting to the bottom, the group of knights lead the king into a particular dungeon that was set aside from others, one that was a bit more accommodating and meant for prisoners of value, such as enemy noblemen or similarly titled individuals. Standing outside of this particular cell was the captain of the guard, a burly bear that was easily the biggest man in the kingdom. He wore bright red armor that was greatly decorated, the leather of which had embroidered symbols all across its surface. It was shined up and even in the dull, dankness of the underground it seemed to sparkle.   
 
  The group of knights split and fanned out from the king as he approached his captain, of whom snapped to attention and drew the helmet from off his head to address his superior. The king was a very fit and powerfully built individual as well, though nowhere near the same size as the captain. He was a saber toothed tiger, and where other kings would have worn decorated clothing he instead chose to wear hardly anything at all. A red, velvet cape hung from his shoulders, though his torso was bare, showing a barreled chest, a fit stomach, and rippled arms. A pair of white trousers and black, leather boots encased his lower half and that was it.   
 
  It was how he preferred to present himself, not even the slightest hint of armor, for he had the philosophy that he had no reason to fear his public. And he was right, beloved by every person in the kingdom it would seem.   
 
  “My liege,” the bear rumbled and knelt as soon as the king presented himself.   
 
  “Rise, Terrice,” the big cat replied and gestured with his paw. The captain stood again. “This is the thief then?” the king asked and glanced through the bars of the door, though hardly any light filtered in, it was all pretty much a wall of darkness.   
 
  “It is, your grace,” the bear rumbled. The tiger gave a nod of his head.   
 
  “Open the door, I wish to speak with him,” the king commanded. A rack of keys was produced from the captain's side and he went about unlocking the door and drawing it open. The light from the torches eventually drew in, revealing a nearly empty room, save for a chamber pot, a massive wooden post in the corner, from which a chain was attached, and a straw stuffed cot. Laying upon that cot was someone that the king both did and didn't expect.   
 
  A thin, young raccoon as he was, he was far younger than the big cat had ever expected, but he still entitled the bodily figure of an adept thief. Small, thin, and rather feminine, the thief rolled over and glanced at his new visitor. There wasn't hardly anything about the raccoon's form that wasn't distinctly female, save for the absence of breasts. His hips were sultry and curved, his entire torso held a fit definition that wasn't angular, like what most well experienced thieves would have had.   
 
  The raccoon turned himself and faced the king, sitting up on his cot. He wore simple, tight fitting clothing that aided him in his stealth. It would not catch the wind and it would not weigh him down. His eyes were big and tired, golden irises that seemed to shimmer in the low light of the cell.   
 
  “So this is the one that attempted to steal my favorite goblet?” the king asked the room with a smirk. The thief averted his eyes to the floor.   
 
  “It is, your grace. The one with the sapphires about the rim and emeralds about the base,” the captain replied.   
 
  “Why a golden cup though?” The king continued and stepped in further to the room, his question now directed at the thief. “Wouldn't coins have made more sense as a currency? Wouldn't prying the gems from the cup have been much easier to carry?” He was a mere foot from the raccoon before he stopped. “Yet as stupid of a smuggle, you were able to do it almost from directly under my nose. There was still wine in it, wasn't there?” he asked, and the coon silently nodded. The big cat took a deep breath before he turned back to the bear.
 
  “Captain, take my men and leave the dungeon, leave two at the stairs for my escort,” he commanded.   
 
  “Yes, your grace,” Terrice said quickly and then turned to the other soldiers that were stationed. “Everyone on me!” he barked and then headed for the dungeon's exit. The king listened until he felt that the retreating steps were far enough away before he continued speaking.   
 
  “You allowed yourself to be caught,” the feline accused, and a smirk formed over the raccoon's lips.   
 
  “That's right,” the thief said, his voice showing to be boyish and young, but still that of an adult.
    “Why?”
 
  “I wanted to show how good of a thief I could be. For you.”
 
  “For me?” the king tilted his head and stepped off to the side but still kept his eyes trained on the smaller male.   
 
  “My father once said,” the raccoon began and folded his knees against his chest. “If you want to be hired by someone, you must prove that you have the skill set. A knight would not be a knight without having proved himself capable, so too must a thief steal something from his would be employer to prove himself a proper thief,” he explained. The tiger quirked an eyebrow and chuckled at the explanation.   
 
  “Your father is a wise man,” the king complimented. “But what use would I have of a thief? I am already the wealthiest man in the kingdom, and even in matters outside of gold there is not much else I could not get by simply asking of all those that I rule over.” the raccoon gave a simple nod of his head.   
 
  “That is very true, your grace, a wealthy, loved king has hardly any use of a thief, but I am not just a thief,” he explained and suddenly stood up. His feminine figure was fully revealed, and the big cat could not keep himself from glancing over the tantalizing coon's rear end. “If I were malicious, do you not think that I could have slipped poison into your drink? Or simply taken your life out right? There's not a single guard under your radiance that I couldn't dance around and kill with ease. Better yet, there's not a single man in this kingdom I could not kill and no one would know it was me.”
 
  This time, the king did not hold an amused expression while the thief spoke, but one of calm concentration. “If this is all true, then why are you telling me this? Why ever would I let such a dangerous person live?”
 
  “Simple, your grace, as every bit dangerous as I am, I am not the most dangerous. Say there was to come an assassin of my equal, wouldn't you want one of their own to defend you?” the raccoon asked and stepped closer, and it soon became obvious that the prisoner was not constrained by anything. The king glance quickly down at the chain and shackle that should have been securing the raccoon's foot to the wooden post, but instead it laid open on the floor. How had he picked the lock?
 
  “I am loved by all in my kingdom, who would want me dead?” the king asked dubiously.   
 
  “Kings from other lands of course. Those that want to conquer you. Anyone you might have slighted, the list goes on,” the thief replied and waved his paw.   
 
  “Hmm...” the feline grumbled and stroked a paw against the underside of his own chin, his stern eyes watching over the smaller male. “I've heard of such pieces being a part of other kings' councils, and you make a fair point,” he said and paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. “Then it is done. You will be my guard that works from the shadows and my personal ear. When not keeping me safe from a distance I would like for you to be gathering any sort of information for such plots against the throne.”   
 
  “That's all I've ever wanted,” the raccoon said with a beam.   
 
  The king nodded his head. “Well, as an official position on my guard, I must know your name.”   
 
  “I am known simply as Tarmus, your grace. Tarmus Klavada.”
 
  “Well, Tarmus Klavada, since you are now Shadow Guard of the king, you will be rewarded handsomely for your work,” the tiger explained.   
 
  “Well, that is all well and good, but I don't need much shelter, and I don't need much gold either,” the coon explained.   
 
  The king quirked an eyebrow. “Then what would you require as proper payment?” he asked and crossed his large arms over his chest.   
 
  “Oh...I wouldn't say much,” the thief grinned and stepped closer to the tiger, not stopping until he was a couple inches away. “I wouldn't mind some gold and some shelter, but most of all, I'd really like to share the king's bed,” Suddenly the tiger became aware of his pants becoming loose, and he looked down to see that the drawstring that had held his bottoms up had been undone. Most alarming of all was that he didn't feel the coon's paws on him until the deed was done. This was a very skilled thief indeed.   
 
  “My bed, hm?” the tiger said as he let his bottoms drop to the floor, revealing nothing underneath. He was not shy of his fit body, he viewed it all as a form of pride that he should never cover up. “Seems like a small price for something as important as your job now entails.”
 
  “Is it? I thought it might have been a very steep price, I didn't know how my grace acted towards such...relations,” the coon replied as his eyes drifted to the king's well endowed shaft that hung limp over his large ballsack. He didn't wait for any permission, his paws reached out and gingerly took that long manhood between his fingers. He could feel how warm it was, its thickness something to be greatly desired.   
 
  “I think you'll come to find out many new things about your ruler as an acting guard from the shadows,” the tiger grumbled and closed his eyes ever so slightly as he enjoyed the feeling of the foreign touching happening all across his member. The raccoon fawned over the cock, stroking its flaccid length as best he could. It wasn't until he craned his head down and brought the thick head between his lips that things began to get hard very quick.
 
  A growling moan worked its way out from the king's mouth and his eyes shut entirely. His even breathing began to grow a bit erratic and his strong heart began to pick up its pace. Hot blood flowed into his member and its size began to grow.   
 
  Tarmus was proving to have adept oral skills alongside his background as a thief. His tongue swirled around and around the crown of the feline's shaft, making the smooth surface glisten like polished metal. Every time he would dip his head down over the engorged dick he would do everything that he could to cover the surface and make it wet. His paws became covered in the lubrication and did well to spread it even further as he began to pump the base.   
 
  The tiger's large paw settled on the coon's head, prompting the smaller boy to turn his eyes up, the rock hard length getting pushed and pulled between his lips. The sight that he saw was a very pleased king, consistent moans rolled from his mouth like purrs. Every once in a while he would let out a shuddering grunt as he would feel the entirety of his cock push into the thief's mouth, not stopping until his lips were kissing against the hefty ball sack. Both of Tarmus's paws had abandoned their stroking to grope and gently kneed his luscious orbs like they were dough ready to be put in the oven.   
 
  The coon took a shuddering breath as his mouth suddenly pulled off of the throbbing pyre. A cobweb network of pre cum and spit had filled his mouth, an enticing sight to see as the king opened his eyes a crack to look down. His strong fingers stroked into the coon's short, gray fur, petting him like he might an obedient pet.   
 
  “I'm ready to receive the king's gift,” Tarmus said with a lust filled voice, his tongue drawing over the shaft's impressive length, starting from base and ending at the tip. His tongue even dipped hungrily into the entrance of the dick's hole. To the thief's statement, the big cat gave a nod and a pleasured smirk formed over his visage.   
 
  “Strip and lie prone then,” the king said and lifted his paws to the clasp at his neck that held his cape and undid it. The deft boy eased back and fell to his straw cot, shimmying out of his pants as he did to leave himself bottomless, though he didn't bother to take his shirt off. Down on his belly, the coon lifted his backside into the air and gave it a tantalizing sway that caught the king's eye. It would seem that the thief's tight fitting clothes left little to the imagination, the naked lower body was sensually curved and just as inviting as a woman's.   
 
  The king licked his lips and moved closer, coming to kneel on the cot and as soon as he did the scene of where they were seemed to come to him. He made sure to remind himself to do this in his own quarters with a much more comfortable bed. The coon didn't seem to mind, though it seemed unlikely that someone of his talents had ever shared such a comfortable accommodation such as a king's bed.   
 
  Large paws seized the swaying hips and held them still, thumbs moving in to splay open those round buttcheeks to show off that tight pucker that resided between them. It was a pink, little spot that gave a bit of a wink as it seemed to feel the king's hungry eyes on it. Another low, grumbling purr emanated from the tiger's chest as devious thoughts raced through his mind. It was another thing to jump in and begin enjoying the much more carnal pleasures.
 
  To the coon's surprise, the king leaned his head down until his lips pressed to his pucker. Tarmus's ears perked with alarm and he turned his gaze back to the tiger but with a quick draw of the tongue, the thief was made aware of what the larger male was doing. Slow, tantalizing licks grazed the wrinkled surface, that elicited a soft moan from the coon. The tip of the feline's tongue traced the rim  before he pressed at its center, testing its tightness and found it to be tantalizing.
 
  Although a brief experience, Tarmus was excited to feel the king's cock, and so his body shivered with anticipation as he felt the tiger's mouth get replaced with his still wet shaft. This was what he had waited so long for, and he had prepared himself well. The thick cock head braced against the slick hole and began to push hard against it. Letting out a grunt, the coon tried his best to relax while pushing back. With one paw on his cock and the other on the feminine boy's hip, the rock hard shaft began to slip inside.   
 
  It was such a tight experience for them both. Not wanting to hurt his new subject, the king did his best to make a steady entrance, his foot long shaft doing well to disappear behind the raccoon's ring. The excellent oral work from before had left the length well lubed which lent well to the entry. Tarmus was panting hard though and his fists were grasping at the cot's edges as he was forced to accommodate the impressive size.   
 
  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, the big cat's balls rested firmly to the other's taint. The coon could feel how far it was inside, he had never felt so full in his life and he loved every moment. He wanted to show his king how much he appreciated the intense sensation, and so he began to slowly draw his hips off and then back on. His tailhole was pulled out slightly as he pulled away, making for an exotic sight for the tiger that watched intently how the smaller male intended to please him.   
 
  The movements rapidly gained speed, the coon pushing himself up onto his knees, he began to drive his body back hard onto the pyre. He could feel both paws rest on his hips, and in an interesting change of events, the powerful, looming cat wasn't in control. The king rather liked having someone else moving on their own, not just letting him get carried away and just fuck whatever hole was presented to him.   
 
  Tarmus showed the tiger what he liked and what he wanted. He pressed back harder and harder, grinding his hips down every time he would bottom out. He cold feel the heat flowing through his form. It ebbed whenever he would draw the throbbing cock out, and with it came a profound emptiness that he quickly filled. The addiction to the king's dick only grew more as he pressed himself down on it harder. The smacking sound of their hips clashing filled the cell and flowed out to fill the dungeon. The coon was moaning out, his chest pressed to the cot and his eyes were closed.   
 
  The tiger's grip became more sure around the other's waist, and suddenly there came a change in mood and positions. Tarmus suddenly found himself being lifted back, his weight coming to settle into the king's lap rather than the bed. The coon glanced back as he situated himself to straddle the big cat's lap with his front facing away. Now that he was riding, he had even more control.   
 
  The coon's hips would work back and forth, humping down and drumming out a rhythm that had the king moaning out for the boy to go harder. Happy to oblige, Tarmus leaned his body forward and began moving his hips in a rapid burst of speed that had their bodies striking each other and sending out an applause that could rival an amphitheater.   
 
  It was an interesting sight to see, the far larger feline being in the submissive role that was rather alien to him. Certainly he had taken women in this position, but rarely was it that he was allowed to lie back and let his lover do all the work. He didn't have to rut up or grab a hold and drive himself up with all his strength. With his paws hardly settled on the thief's hips, all he had to do was enjoy the view of that round rear end greedily swallowing his throbbing shaft with every sloppy pass.   
 
  Tarmus was drifting between the blissful world of his mind and body and the real one, from where the other had roots. He became aware of the king's growing intensity of moans, he had begun to snarl and roar as the coon would press all the way down and grid that shaft around, stirring his belly like he were a dish to be served. It was during one of these particularly enthusiastic motions that the loudest roar erupted from the king and with it came an abrupt surge of his majesty's cum.   
 
  The gush had caught the coon off guard but he did manage to maintain control. With paws settled on the tiger's thighs he jerked his hips up and down and upon every stroke he could feel renewed seed painting the walls of his belly. He continued milking that throbbing shaft, every movement eliciting the soft rake of claws against his hips and a deep growl that only a big cat could make.   
 
  There came a time where no more juices flowed, but the coon still wasn't satisfied. As much as he didn't want to, the king lifted his small form from his lap and settled him off to the side. The well used hole stayed tightly closed after getting off, though it remained painted in cum. Tarmus watched the big cat sit up and offer a knowing grin to the coon. He even winked before he stood up and collected his pants and cape, putting them both on and securing them with ease. The raccoon followed his lead, taking his own and slipping them on, and in no less than two minutes no one might know they had just got done fucking.   
 
  “Shadow Guard,” the king addressed the coon, using a title he thought to be appropriate to represent the newly hired. “I invite you to my bedroom and my councils. Come along, there is much to do now with you on my staff,” he continued and strode over to the door. Tarmus remained quiet but smiled all the same, happily trotting up to the big cat's side, he followed him out as he rejoined with the two guards that were stationed at the end of the hall. It was unsure if they had noticed the raccoon, as they might have raised questions, which seemed to only do more to aid the feminine boy's credibility.   
 
  Up they went through the various swirling flights of stairs and before long sunlight drowned away the torches. There came the song of birds through the bars of the windows and Tarmus's mind was put at ease. They eventually got to the front entrance and without the slightest hesitation the four of them walked out into a warm afternoon. With hardly any cloud in the sky, everything was painted in golden rays. The raccoon was caught up in looking at it all. He took a deep breath and let it out as he smiled happily. For all his life he had never quite belonged anywhere, and now that he was a part of something greater, the air smelled so much sweeter.