The Royal Authority

by newmigrant

Summary:

Sora takes a vacation all by himself.

“Let’s go!”

Sora soared through the clear blue waters like a submarine missile. He shed the stuffy clothes of his fairy godmothers for the transformative magics in his kingdom key to transform him into a merman. With a lustrous cerulean blue tail flitting back and forth, he dipped and dove around the bright myriad of rainbow colors that formed a massive coral reef.

For once there was no world to save. No enemy to fight off. Atlantica was a world that remained safe from the Heartless, and thus was a time for him to indulge in pastoral pleasures. Sora broke the surface of the gentle ocean waves, whipping his sun-streaked brown hair up over his head as his bright blue eyes took in the endless clouds and sky above.

“Wooah!” he said, laying on his back and letting his body float to the surface. His time swimming in the sun all day did him good, giving his skin a golden-brown tan. His nipples were two little brown Hershey’s kisses in the middle of his skinny, smooth chest. His smooth armpits were exposed as his arms were made buoyant on the surface tension of the water. His thin stomach curved down into the belt of his fin, where it disappeared just under his little belly button. Around his neck, the silver chain holding the Kingdom Key laid against his wet skin and glinted in the afternoon sun.

Just then, he heard the sound of a horn being blown from a ship just off the coast. They were heading towards the bay where Prince Eric’s castle stood out over the water. Tall ivory spires went all the way up to the sky, burnt by the warm orange of the setting sun. It hurt Sora’s neck just trying to look at the top. He didn’t want to be seen by people, so he silently dipped back under the water and made a straight journey to King Triton’s castle.

He didn’t exactly tell anybody he was taking the ship to the world of beaches and paradise. But, he had been a good boy all this time doing the work of Ansem the Wise and helping them in the fight against Organization XIII. He was only a boy, after all, and a little rest and relaxation was just the kind of thing he needed to keep his head in the game and his heart in the fight. At least, that was what Sora told himself when he commandeered the vessel out of Hollow Bastion that morning.

This decision paid in dividends. There were flounder and ruby red lobsters swimming alongside him as he went with the shallow sea currents that took him along the great shelf at the edge of the peninsula. There was a significant drop-off, but with aquatic transformation came significantly better vision . Sora was able to see much farther than even the best telescopes, and he clearly was able to make out the golden steeple of King Triton’s palace.

The water felt as soft as fresh sheets against his skin. He never knew being without his clothes could feel so natural. He didn’t feel like a human. Shedding his two legs gave him an ethereal feeling that was hard to explain, only comparable to the time he imbibed pure magic from the jungle.

He reached the pale blue silt of the sea floor, zigzagging back and forth across the rocky bottom. He slid his finger across the bottom as he went, kicking up a giant pile of sand that a puffer fish was hiding in. It puffed up as Sora passed, causing him to laugh in amusement and wonder. The impromptu vacation was just what he needed to set things right.

He arrived at the underwater palace to find it practically empty. The royal guard of King Triton was stripped to the bare bones it seemed, with two young male mermen guarding the front gates with long, steel tridents. “Who goes?” the babyfaced man with the platinum blonde hair asked as Sora swam closer.

“My name is Sora,” he said. “I’m a friend of Ariel’s!”

The two guards looked at each other, confused and unsure of what he was saying.

The older merman, a guy with large pecs and biceps gripped the hilt of his armament a little tighter. “The Princess is in the Indigo Sea for the weekend. She won’t be back for days,” he said.

Sora’s face fell. “Aww,” he groaned. The guards were indifferent to his disappointment as he floated back from the front gates. Ariel wasn’t around. What was he supposed to do now? He didn’t want to just go back home with nothing to show for it. This was his vacation! He was determined to find something to do around the castle. Maybe Ariel’s father would be able to help him.

He slapped his palm in his fist. He knew exactly where to go. Sora jetted off into the open water, heading back for the rock face of the cliff that went all the way up to the surface. He followed the curve of the mountain a bit of a ways until he found the underwater grotto where Ariel kept all of her things. Once a secret from her father, it now served as her own personal museum of things she brought back home from the surface. There was a portrait of her and Eric on their wedding day, smiling and surrounded by drunken nobles. It was sealed in some kind of thin plastic that kept it from getting wet.

There were more precious gifts from above, jewels and necklaces that just didn’t suit the princess of the sea. Sora looked around for something that might help him prove he was friends with Ariel, or at least get the guards to let him in so he could talk to the King! It was times like this he wished he had a camera to take pictures of his adventures across the universe.

Returning to the castle empty-handed, Sora hung his head in disappointment. It was getting late. The golden spires of the underwater palace were gleaming out into the darkness of the ocean, radiating a mystical yellow light. As he returned to the front gate of the castle, he noticed that the royal guards were nowhere to be found.

He looked both ways. Surely they hadn’t just left? He felt guilty for trespassing, but he was just going to have to talk his way out of it later. Sora swam into the great hall, looking up at the spiral pathways that led up into the other areas of the castle. This place was massive! He was used to having Ariel to follow around all the time. Now that he was tasked with figuring out what was going on, the merboy was feeling intimidated.

“Gah! Keep it away from me!”

No sooner did the cry for help reach Sora’s ears did he conjure his keyblade in his hand. He raced up through the cool water to the throne room where the sound of King Triton’s voice was calling out in distress.

As he swam into the throne room of the King, Sora expected to encounter a swarm of Heartless. He darted into the audience hall like a bat out of hell, ready to slash through the invaders.

But there were none.

The boy whipped his head around trying to find the source of the panic. The two guards from the front gate were presenting the king with a violet jewel. It pulsed with an eerie light as he batted the golden ring away from him. “No! Begone with that!” King Triton proclaimed.

“My King…” the blonde soldier fawned. “You must!”

Sora swam up into the mix. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Triton’s eyes softened as the young boy joined them. “Sora!” he said with a smile.

The soldiers looked at him at the same time. “It’s you!” one of them said.

Sora smiled bashfully. “Sorry for butting in,” he said, “But I heard shouting! Are we under attack?” He brandished his keyblade, the golden light of the underwater braziers glinting on the silver of his sword.

Triton sighed, head in his palm. “Oh, dear,” he said. “This is awfully embarrassing, Sora, but no, we’re not under attack.”

The boy sheathed his key in a burst of light. “Oh,” Sora said. “Well, that’s a relief! But what’s going on?”

“His Grace is due to appear at the festival in town tonight,” the older soldier explained. “However, in order to walk on dry land, he needs to put on the jewel of transfiguration!”

King Triton backed away, holding his golden trident with a firm grip. “I won’t parlay with that foul magic!” he protested. “That enchanted jewel has been in my court since we shared the round table with the sea witch!”

Sora tapped his chin. “I get it,” he said. “Good thing I can turn you into a human with this!” He tapped the silver crown charm around his neck.

“Really?” Triton asked, stroking his snow white beard.

The boy nodded. “No problem. I use it to change back and forth all the time. It should be easy to use it on someone else… I think.”

The guards scrutinized him with raised brows. “Begone, boy!” one of them said, swatting him away.

“Hold on,” Triton said.

The other soldier’s face fell. “Your grace!” he said. “You cannot honestly believe…”

Triton put his hand up, causing his royal guard to stop mid-sentence. “Sora saved our kingdom from complete destruction,” he said. “I trust him.” He swam over to Sora and the boy was suddenly overcome with the size of the King of all merpeople. His shoulders were big and broad, muscular and rounded off like stone boulders. His huge, hulking chest was massive, breasts looming over his head with dark pink, pointed nipples. His body was less defined than it was in his youth, having more of a barrel shape with a little waist curving down into his green tail. He was big and strong, making Sora look at him in a way he only looked at men he did horrendously disrespectful things to. This was a true King! The young boy straightened his back a little bit more at the prospect.

“Sora…” King Triton continued. “Would you be willing to accompany me to the surface for my appearance at the human festival?”

His eyebrows raised. This was exactly what he was looking for! A festival in a beach town sounded like just the thing he needed to break up his journey with a good time. He had no idea what to expect in the human world of Atlantica, but now that he was being personally requested to escort the King, it seemed like a request he was unable to refuse!

“Of course!” Sora said. “Although, I’m not sure what that means exactly…”

Triton chuckled. “Simply accompany me to the festivities . I trust you will be able to help me assimilate into normal human culture.”

Sora nodded. “Oh yeah! I can do that.”

“And!” the older soldier added. “It is your duty to lay your life down for the King!”

Triton sighed. “Oh, please. Ever since Sora defeated the Heartless, Atlantica has been a safe world.”

“Heh,” Sora said. “Don’t worry! I’ll keep him safe.” He conjured the keyblade in his hand, feeling the energy coursing through the shaft of his weapon. He still wasn’t sure about channeling the transformation magic on somebody else, but after everything he learned thus far it certainly seemed possible.

The royal guard insisted on escorting them to the surface. The swim up was quiet. They were still unsure about leaving the King in the hands of a teenage boy, but the story of the battle between the keyblade-wielder and the sea witch was more than enough to ease their worries about his safety.

Still, it wasn’t exactly the bodily safety of the King they were concerned about. There were certain side effects that went along with a mermaid walking on dry land among men. It wasn’t the same as a human being given a tail. There was a world of possibility to consider in regard to sending Triton to the surface. However, his daughter was currently unable to be present for him as a chaperone. If it wasn’t for Sora, the King was undoubtedly going to have to miss the festivities.

“We’re here,” the older guard said. Their heads broke the surface of the ocean just a few dozen feet from the shore. A small sandy beach was hidden away from the coost by a large dune that curved up into the moist, grassy sediment of the mountainside. It was far enough from the main road to be secluded but still accessible by one who knew the path. It was the perfect place for the royal consort to welcome the King of the ocean.

The sunset painted the pale beige grains of sand pale gold. Orange rays were sinking into the sea behind them. “Your Majesty,” the older guard addressed him. “We should make haste. The Prince will arrive soon.”

They swam into the shallows. As Sora’s stomach crested up out of the water, his tail glowed a radiant bright white. His fin shimmered ruby red and deep violet before separating gradually. It kind of tingled. The magic traveled his body up to the waist until his tail was gone and his regular legs were back.

He was also completely naked.

Sora’s cock was over six inches completely soft and thick all the way around. He was never ashamed of his impressive cock and unkempt bush, curly dark brown hairs growing nearly up to his belly button. He put his hands behind his head, flashing his smooth, tanned pits. “Whoops. Guess I forgot my clothes,” he said.

The mermen guard turned away, returning to the castle of Atlantica. They were entrusted with the king’s sacred trident, carrying it with reverence as the King swam away unarmed.

Triton pulled himself into the shallows, massive muscular biceps bulging as he dragged his seafoam green tail up out of the water. He looked up at Sora who was standing with his penis at eye-level. He admired the boy’s manhood, intrigued by how big he was for his age.

“Do you need help, Your Majesty?” Sora asked, holding out his hand.

The man shook his head. “I may be old, but I’m still just as strong,” he said. He looked up at Sora. The boy’s blue eyes were fixed on him, unfazed by how close his cock was to the King’s face. “And you can call me Triton.”

Sora blushed. “Okay, King Triton!” He grinned. “Have you ever had legs before?”

“No,” Triton replied. He braced his hands in the sand, golden cuffs glinting in the light. He had only been out of the water for a few minutes, but he was already feeling the heat bear down on him. His massive pec mounds dripped sweat down to his toned oblique muscles. He took a deep breath, stomach rising and falling as he started to pant. He felt unbelievably dry, like someone left him in the sun all day. “I suppose we shouldn’t waste any time.”

The boy nodded. “Okay! Don’t worry, I’ve done this plenty of times.”

Well, he did it to himself!

He held the keyblade with both hands on the handle. Sora focused all of his energy onto the end of his Kingdom Key and felt it coalescing together. The key was glowing. Blue sparks skittered off the end of it until it all came together and traveled toward King Triton in a single white ray of energy. His tail shimmered with a blinding kaleidoscope of colors, forcing the boy to close his eyes as he channeled the magic of transformation.

They both waited for the light to fade. Sora peeked out behind the cover of his hand to see that the King’s tail was now replaced with a pair of human legs! They were in perfect proportion to the rest of him, which were to say they were hugely muscular. The King’s whole body was below the beard. Despite his long mane of snow white hair, the rest of him was completely smooth. His big calves and thick thighs had Sora looking curiously. Between his juicy, smooth thighs was a pale pink pussy the color of cherry blossoms.

Triton laid on the sand with his eyes closed. His fingers dug into the sandy beach below as he registered the feeling of not one tail, but two distinct legs laying on either side of him. His knees were bent and laying in the sand. The sun didn’t feel so overbearing anymore. It actually felt good. His toes wiggled as he got used to the feeling of movement in every individual toe.

“Did it work…?” Triton asked.

Sora wasn’t listening. He was too busy being laser-focused on that smooth, bald mound between the King’s thighs.

He sank to his knees, walking over in the sand into the wide space between Triton’s juicy thighs. The King smelled like fresh salt water and clean cotton sheets. It was a magical smell, the residue of mermaid transformation. Beneath all of that was the smell of a man, something Sora now recognized extremely well. An older man had a certain smell, and Sora was unable to deny that it had him curious.

“Umm,” Sora grumbled, key disappearing in his hands as he nestled himself between King Triton’s thighs. His knees dug into the soft grains beneath them, gently easing open the King’s knees as he made a space for himself between the man’s thighs.

Sora licked his lips. King Triton had a freshly-made pussy. It looked like how he imaged pussies came out looking when they were new. The lips were so stuck together he didn’t even see the inner labia. The clit was hooded and looked like a baby pink button on top of a slit in the side of an egg. Sora put his hand down on Triton’s bare pubis, caressing him gently. The King’s pussy lips twitched in anticipation of pleasure that was only myth until now. He wondered if it would naturally age over the night, coming into its own as a mature and developed older male vagina.

He looked up, blue eyes fixated on the King’s face as Sora pressed two fingers on either side of the man’s lower lips. His teenage tongue slithered out of his mouth and dug its tip into the untouched folds of the man’s human genitalia, peeling the moist lips apart and weaseling himself inside until he felt Triton’s cunt lips clamping down. He then rode the curve of the man’s pussy, dragging one long lick from the base to the very top, causing him to let out a hot breath as his eyes were finally open.

He looked down. Sora’s tanned body was curled up between his legs like a little monkey. His small bubble butt wagged back and forth as he ground his dick against the warm sand. He was so horny just from one taste of Triton’s pussy. It was hard to believe that this earnest young knight in shining armor was so easily felled over something as silly as the slit between his legs. But, Sora was ravenous for it.

He saw it in the boy’s eyes. He was holding Triton’s cunt with two fingers on either side. He was possessive over it. As Sora’s tongue reached the top of his pussy, his thumb nudged at the outer limits of Triton’s clitoris. He moaned, feeling the gentle sensations of the boy’s careful manner sending shivers down his spine. As a man with many daughters, he was no virgin to the world of pleasure. However, having human parts was a completely new experience. It was like having his first time all over again, only it was the young teen boy between his legs giving him gentle licks on his cunt lips.

“Sora…” Triton moaned, biting his lower lip. He stroked his beard nervously as he felt the young boy’s tongue fighting to dig deeper into his brand new pussy. His massive tits stood straight up as his dark pink areolas hardened to the toughness of steel. All of these new sensations were overwhelming him.

The boy huffed, eyes closing as he pressed his nose against Triton’s clit. His tongue was flattened against the old man’s pristine, smooth cunt as he dragged it along the inner walls of the man’s pussy. “Sthowwy…” Sora sighed, withdrawing his tongue dripping with sweet juices. “Your pussy is so nice.”

“Ohhh,” Triton groaned, fingers going to the wide nipples on his huge jugs. His inner voice was telling him it was undignified to spread his legs like a slut in public. But, he was no longer a young royal enchanted by the prospect of being at court. The court was nowhere to be found. Decades passed since the last time he had a boy so young buried in his pussy. Sora was hungry, youthful, and eager. His tongue was curious and desperate. He knew what he wanted and was not intimidated by eating the royal pussy. “Come here, boy,” Triton ordered him.

Sora spit in the man’s cunt, digging two fingers shallowly into his pussy and twirling them around in circles. Triton was drooling watching how eagerly the boy was playing with his cunt lips. Human boys were so much friskier than merboys. At the behest of his King, Sora withdrew his slimy fingers from his cunt with a messy pop. He stood back up and his small feet waded through the sand until he was standing right next to the King’s face.

Sora’s real sword was far more majestic than his key.

A grown man’s cock looked out of place on a fourteen-year-old boy. It was heavy and thick, unable to stand up on its own. His balls were each massive in their own right, dark brown and covered in hair. His foreskin retracted halfway down his head, sticky precum filling up the opening and drooling down into the face of King Triton. The shadow of the boy’s twelve inches of musky teenage cock were bobbing over his face, casting a shadow.

Triton sat up, imploring his behind to dig further into the sand so that he was able to bring his face closer to that thick, hairy penis. It was bobbing up and down, jostling the forest of dark brown hair around the base of his fat cock as it bounced all over place. The raunchy smell of the boy’s hairy cock and balls was intoxicating, drawing the King closer to his shaft until his nostrils were twitching just inches away from the boy’s juicy boner.

“What do you think?” Sora asked, flexing his cock so that it bounced up and down and slapped the King right in the eyes. He knew his cock was perfect. The god Aphrodite did a wonderful job of drawing out his full potential as a sexual being without making it look grotesque or out of place. Sora’s cock was large, obscenely so, but it also managed to look right on him. Which, was saying something considering it was so big that it put most grown men to shame.

Triton inhaled the husky scent wafting up from Sora’s thick shaft. He sighed. “Exquisite,” Triton commented. “Do all humans have such smellycocks?”

Sora grinned, sticking his tongue through his teeth. “Nope,” he said, bouncing his cock up and down and delighting in the noisy sounds of his sweaty cock slapping against the King’s face. “Just me, heh.”

He reached down and pressed the end of his cock against Triton’s far ear. His massive tube of cock meat bent around the King’s eyes like a blindfold. Sora giggled. “Can’t see the haters, huh sir?” he said.

Triton cocked his head, blinded by penis. “What’s that?”

“Just a human joke,” Sora quipped, enjoying the sight of his best friend’s father wearing his big cock as a mask after he just finished eating him out.

“Oh,” Triton said, chuckling. The youth were so hard to keep up with sometimes. He surprised Sora by taking hold of the furry base of the boy’s thick shaft in his fist, holding Sora’s sweaty summer dick straight up. His two bulbous, greasy nuts rose up as the King handled him with a powerful grip. This was the hand that wielded the trident of Poseidon. Now, he was worshiping a god on land as he pressed his soft beard against the boy’s thighs and dragged his tongue along the seam in the middle of Sora’s balls. “Mmmm,” he moaned as he swallowed the boy’s nut sweat. “Tasty.”

Sora put his hands behind his head, revealing smooth boy pits as he watched the King polish his hairy sack. He gingerly rested his hand on the back of the man’s head of long, white hair as Triton went to work cleaning the sweat off his nuts. Long, greedy wet licks traveled in opposite directions over the skin of his big balls as the man tried to close his lips around Sora’ musky sack. Greasy brown hairs covered in sweat were pulled away from his balls as the King polished them with his lips. He finally fit his mouth around those juicy teenage nuts and gave them a good frothing with his tongue.

He was mesmerized watching the King turn into a slobbery dog feeding on his stretchy ballsack. Triton’s sharp nose was buried in his curly bush of musky pubes, pumping a constant stream of teenage pheromones into his nostrils. He was still unsure about how much force to exude. This was clearly not Triton’s first time feasting on a boy’s cock. The poise and precision with which he clung to the boy’s sack with his fingers tightly gripped as his wet tongue traveled along the underside of his shaft was practice. He was constantly stopping to inhale the pungent musk of Sora’s cock before slurping along the side with his tongue again and again. He wasn’t ashamed and he definitely wasn’t trying to be quiet. The King was a sloppy cocksucker.

The old man’s white beard felt like a feather pillow against his skinny teen thighs. Sora grabbed a handful of it and gently petted his hair as he softly guided Triton’s lips forward on the head of his cock. His foreskin retracted and a dense shot of young boy musk released into his nose. “Mmmph,” Triton hummed as he closed his mouth around the head of the boy’s cock, tongue going straight to the boy’s frenulum to trace the rim and get a taste of his big, hairy cock.

Triton’s huge, heavy tits bounced and jiggled as he chased the base of Sora’s cock with his lips. His mouth was so soft and wet, teeth non-existant as his gums bore down with rivers of saliva around the shaft of his cock. “Your mouth is so good, King Triton!” Sora moaned, cooing in pleasure as he felt that feathery soft tongue dancing along the underside of his dick on its path to release him.

“Such a big cock you have, boy,” he said, licking his way down to the kid’s nuts and up back to his tip with slobbery sucking sounds. He squeezed his nipples with both hands, grinding them between his thumbs and his forefingers and giving Sora a devilish idea of all the things he wanted to do to the old man.

He mounted Triton again in a grassy patch next to the sand. The old bottom laid down on his back and let Sora lift his legs up as the boy perched his tiny body underneath him. The difference in their physiques was massive. Triton was an even bigger bitch than Hercules. His muscles were thick and juicy, but very soft and with just the right amount of fat to give him an enticing, effeminate bounce. Sora nestled in between his fat tits like he was cuddling a teddy bear, Triton welcoming the boy with his big hands between his shoulder blades and on the small of his back.

Sora felt his cock sandwiched between Triton’s pussy lips. Despite its immature appearance, he was certainly no amateur at clamping his lips down on a boy’s cock and drawing him in like a succubus. Triton’s pussy was already dripping on him, coating the top of his shaft in hot pussy slime as he eased his dick up and down that warm gash.

Sora nestled his chin between Triton’s giant breasts, surprised by how deep his face sank in the old man’s steamy cleavage. It was his first time fucking a real Dad. He felt his boner twitch at the thought of it. King Triton was the biggest bitch he conquered yet. He was on par with the size of Zeus, the father of gods. It had him wondering about what it would be like to go a few rounds with Herc’s old man.

His attention was brought back to the present by Triton tweaking his nipples between thumb and forefinger again. He ground them back and forth, twisting and pulling on them as he breathed heavily under the small boy. He was a breast bitch, Sora made a note of. He was going to have to abuse those fun bags while he was knocking him up. “Triton,” Sora said, cocking his head. “Do you like your tits played with?”

The man nodded, biting his lip and rolling his eyes as he stroked them like little cocks. “Oh yes,” he said. “Would you mind?”

Sora licked his lips. “Not at all,” he said as his small mouth latched onto the outer edge of Triton’s breast. His shyness melted away as he was granted the opportunity to feast on the old man’s giant tits. He eased the head of his big cock into Triton’s dribbling cunt lips, feeding the grippy dad cunt the first few inches of his dick. The man’s hungry pussy popped open, stretched wide by the boy’s girthy pole. He was surprised to feel that baseball-bat cock start worming its way into his sloppy hole. Sora was a big boy.

He looked up at the King with his big, innocent eyes as he worked his lips across that huge, meaty nip. Triton’s breasts were so big he had to hold them from below, pillowy tits spilling out over his arms as he suckled on Triton’s tit like a newborn baby looking for milk. He popped his lips noisily, slurping up the spit off the King’s royal breast before searching for the other nipple with his mouth.

He was having a hard time controlling his big cock. The man was dripping and gushing all over him. He plunged his greasy dick deeper into Triton’s gaping pussy lips, spreading them as wide as the fattest part of his cock allowed. That big boy dick was grinding in and out of Triton’s pussy slowly, stroking him out nice and easy while Sora devoured his tits. It was going so deep so fast. Triton gasped like a virgin as the kid plowed almost his entire dick into him, but his pussy was telling a different story. It was stretching and loosening for him all on its own, a hungry old hole that went far too long without attention. Sora’s cock was a maverick for sensing under-fucked holes. He took stuffy old men and put them on their back until they were being treated right. That is to say: until they were fucked so hard they couldn’t even speak properly.

He closed his legs around the boy’s hips, muscular arms behind his head revealing massively deep pits. The King turned his head as he felt the young teen attach himself to him with deeper, needier strokes. Dark brown, sun-tanned dick melded with pale skin with a frothy white ring sticking them together. A mixture of slimy precum and goo from Triton’s cunt greased up Sora’s cock nicely and allowed the boy to get into a steady rhythm stroking the King’s pussy out. Sora buried his face in one of those enormously large pits. It was almost deep enough to accommodate his entire head. He relaxed as his young nostrils came flush to the King’s armpit, inhaling his mature body older and sighing happily. His hips moved faster as he smeared Triton’s pit sweat all over his nostrils, sniffing him up and down and devouring the pools of sweat he was working up for Sora.

“Ohhhh, right there boy!” Triton groaned, humping his pussy against Sora’s cock. He had no problem fucking the boy right back, slamming his pussy against his cock to the bbase. He felt the boy’s bush tickling his stomach. The kid was destroying his pussy, stretching it out and ruining it with reckless abandon. He looked down past his cleavage, noticing Sora’s slobber collecting in the dip between his breasts and trailing down over his smooth stomach. As Sora reared his hips up, the King saw that magnificently shiny, tanned spear of boy cock pulling the pink out of his pussy as he pulled every sloppy inch of his big dick out of him. His cunt gurgled and bubbled, spitting a ream of white precum across the boy’s big dick.

He saw Triton staring down at his big dick and moaned around the man’s juicy tit. He traveled to the other exposed armpit and dug his tongue into it, swiping back and forth as his hips became a blur of hot, messy pounding. Slap, slap, slap! His cock was firing off jets of white goo all over the beach around them. They fucked like animals, Sora pounding down and Triton pounding up and all without a word of what to do or how to do it. It was natural, something that was unavoidable. Sora wagged his little boy butt back and forth, carving out the inside of Triton’s man cunt with his huge, slimy cock as it ground left and right against the entrance to his womb.

“Unnngghhhhh! Soooraaaa,” the man moaned, wrapping his arms around the boy’s head and suffocating him in a vice grip of biceps and sweaty tits. Sora breastfed off him with the hunger and agression of a newborn baby boy, eager to devour Triton’s boobs like they were the last source of air in the world.

He sat up, holding each of Triton’s cherry-pink nipples like joysticks as he mounted the top of him. Triton’s cunt was so old and sloppy now, it was sucking him in to the balls. He must have really broken it in for it to age to its proper appearance after only half an hour of wild, sweaty fucking. Sora felt his hairy sack slapping the man’s taint as his hips gyrated back and forth. Wet sounds filled the air as he used Triton’s tits like a pair of reigns as he pounded down into his gushing pussy lips. “Your cunt is so loose, sir!” Sora said. “It’s swallowing me so easily.”

“Th-- Ughh!” Triton moaned as the cocky kid stroked out his g-spot faster and faster. “Unh! Unh! Unhhh…” He gave up on chiding Sora for having such a huge cock and being so irreverent with it. It was hollowing him out, knocking into his cervix like a battering ram. A distinct bulge emerged behind his stomach as the kid pummeled him with his cock. He was so close to cumming. He sealed his feet around the boy’s little ass as it bounced up and down faster and faster. He didn’t need to announce his climax. He was too old for that. Triton let go and allowed the kid to bury his bone in him as he finally emptied his heavy nuts.

Big brown balls drew up in their sack. Sora was slamming all his inches of monster cock into Triton’s gaping pussy when he felt the first explosion of cum around his cock. Creamy white jets painted the boy’s bush as he buried his entire cock in Triton. He bounced his hips shallowly to keep the man’s pussy cumming. He lost control of his sack and felt bullets of sperm firing off into the King’s womb. He squeezed the royal tits violently, pulling those spongy nipples as his balls vacated their load.

“Fuuhh-fuhh-fuhhhhh---fuuuuuck I’m cumming!” Sora moaned, kneading Triton’s tits as he rolled his hips, feeding his full cock into the old man’s pussy. He didn’t even think of pulling out. If the old slut had any eggs left to give, they were going to be found and inseminated. His load exploded out around his cock, mixing with those slimy pussy juices and drowning the man’s pussy in thick, chunky globs of semen.

Triton let his voice crack, letting out a high-pitched moan as he laid back in the sand. His ankles were still locked behind Sora’s little tan ass, welcoming the kid to knock him up with a greasy load of hot, teenage semen. He dug his knees into the grass as the last drops of sticky cum were deposited into the King’s hole.

Then, they heard a sound coming from behind them. A shiny black boot broke through the wall of tall grass. A man was standing in a loose white shirt, big hairy pecs exposed by the plunging v-line. He looked gorgeous. He wore a pair of khaki brown pants low on his hips, just low enough to tease his treasure trail. He was a handsome masculine beauty. His jaw was dramatic and sharp, but his eyes were honey-brown and warm. His black hair was coiffed with a healthy lacquered sheen.

“Prince Eric?!” Triton said with a start, ashamed to be seen with the soles of his feet pointing to the sky. Sora looked over his shoulder. The guy already caught them. There was no point in ruining a good orgasm. He grunted as his nuts gurgled.

Eric smiled. “Am I interrupting something?”

The Prince arrived with two majestic white horses pulling a large dark oak carriage draped in blue and white banners. He brought a change of clothes which was a similar modest summer outfit to the one he was wearing. Of course, Triton was over four times his muscle mass, so everything fit him a little too tightly. His massive breasts were spilling out of the white short-sleeved shirt Eric gave him to wear. His biceps were splitting the sleeves and his tits were making it impossible for the white lacing in the neckline to meet! The brown pants only went down to above the knee on him, fitting King Triton more like a pair of shorts! Eric didn’t bother trying to find a regular pair of shoes, opting for some wooden birkenstocks.

The clothes of a commoner suited him. His big, pillowy ass stretched the fabric of his shorts to the absolute maximum, but the old man seemed content to wear the form-fitting human clothes.

Eric opened the door to the carriage. Two padded couches faced one another with a thatched window on the other side. “Your Majesty, if you would,” he said, holding his hand out to King Triton.

The King turned up his nose. “Please,” he said. “I don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention. It would be best if you both behaved as though I was one of your comrades.”

Sora and Eric looked at each other. They burst out with laughter at the same time, Eric grabbing the boy’s shoulder to steady himself as he guffawed from the belly. “I apologize, Your Grace,” Eric said, wiping a tear from his eye. “I’ll do my best to welcome you as I would any fellow man.”

Sora popped back into his clothes as soon as they walked off the beach. He was still getting used to the magical black clothes made for him by the fairy godmothers. He did notice how Eric’s eyes lingered on his big, wet cock from the moment he found them in the brush until even as soon as he closed the door behind the King.

“Where should I sit?” Sora asked, inspecting the wooden caravan all around. He was impressed to see the two beautiful ivory-maned horses resting in front of the carriage, chewing idly on a bag of feed as they awaited their master. “Woah! Cool! You guys actually ride horses!” he said.

“Don’t you?” Eric asked with a charming grin. “Go ahead, pet them.”

The boy approached the gentle animals with wide eyes. The more timid horse lowered its head for Sora to pet him, fingers stroking through his long mane. “I’ve never been on a horse,” he said, petting the docile animal with a gentle appreciation.

The Prince joined him, stroking the backs of the horses. The leather from his gloves must have felt good scratching them, because they whinnied in appreciation. “They’re very gentle animals,” Eric said. “But, you’ve got to respect their power.

“I see,” Sora said. “Are we going to ride them?”

“Not quite.” Eric picked up the feed bags and put them in the back. He got the stallions attached to the cart and ready to make the trip the rest of the way down the coastline to the town outside the palace.

The boys sat on the wooden seat in the front of the carriage. There was a large green cloak that Eric threw to Sora. “In case you get cold,” he said. They sat side-by-side as Eric took hold of the reigns. Massive leather straps were tethered to the sides and the front of the hoses, going taut as the Prince gave them a firm shake. The boy watched in amazement as the steeds neighed to life, trotting down the rocky dirt road at a cozy pace.

Sora was surprised by how much movement was involved in a horse-drawn carriage. He heard the wooden wheels spinning and creaking as they tread over the gravel in the dirt as Eric guided them away from the beach. The ride was a little bumpy as they got out of the brush, but soon they were pulling back onto the main road where merchants and artists pulled their caravans back and forth across the country to sell their wares.

He finally felt the cool evening air blowing in from the sea. Sora’s spiky brown hair blew back and forth as they were battered with chilly winds as the sun disappeared on the horizon. It was getting dark. The lively little village loomed atop the far hill, built up and around a natural dip in the land where they congregated in town squares and busy public parks. In less than an hour, they would be warm and filling their bellies with tasty festival food. He pulled the massive green cloak over himself, covering himself and the Prince like it was a blanket.

“Everything okay back there?” Sora asked over his shoulder.

“Quite,” Triton’s voice called back from inside the carriage. There was a thin cross-hatched window just behind their necks thin enough to talk to the King.

“Ever had wagyu?” Eric said. “Served on a skewer with caramelized onions.”

“Sounds good!” Sora said eagerly.

“You’re going to love it,” Eric said, eyes grazing far down the road. There was another caravan in the distance ahead of them. Two large carts were pulled alongside each other at a high pace. It was the first night of festivities and the most important for retailers to make their presence known. Other carts were pulled onto the side of the road, dealing with their animals or their cargo before getting back on with the journey. It was a sleepy yet busy atmosphere that got Sora buzzing! It was his first time attending a real festival in one of these worlds.

“How long are you staying, Sora?” Eric asked, lowering his voice as he leaned against the boy’s shoulder. He held the reigns in his lap with a relaxed stance. Although Eric was muscular, he had more of a nimble kind of physique. He was strong, but he wore it in a nonchalant way. As his warm breath touched Sora’s ear, the boy couldn’t help but feel an intimate sensation.

“I’ll be here for the night,” he said. “Then I should head back in the morning.”

Eric sucked his teeth. He rolled his eyes. “Leaving so soon?”

Sora blushed. He wasn’t sure why he felt so shy all of a sudden. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s why I was looking for something fun to do.”

“I can think of some fun things to do,” the Prince said. His free hand touched Sora’s inner thigh near the point where his leg met his crotch. Then, Sora’s cock pulsed and he understood that feeling. Eric was flirting with him!

“But, Ariel…” Sora sighed as he felt Eric’s hand travel up and give him another squeeze.

“She won’t be back for a few days,” the man said in a low, husky voice. “I couldn’t help watching you and the King for a little while. You’re fucking huge, kid.” He was really being aggressive. Sora wasn’t sure if this was okay, but the way Eric was acting made him not want to refuse.

A shiver went down the boy’s back. His evil cock was betraying him, getting hard as a steel spike as the older man went to work rubbing along that thick tube of teen boy meat with curious fingers. Eric’s voice was like warm honey sliding down his neck, causing the boy to freeze up as his leg was being groped all around his cock. The Prince’s glove felt just rough enough to overstimulate his nerves.

Eric’s hand was so big and strong. It was pushy. It fondled the outline of his cock between his legs until he managed to feel it from the base of his big balls to the tip of his uncut dick. The man sucked another breath through his teeth in surprise. “Fuck. You’re really big, kid,” the Prince said.

“Yeah…” Sora whimpered, feeling the man’s finger swirling around the head of his cock through his pants. He was grinding the pad of his index finger into the glans of Sora’s dick, peeling the precum straight through the fabric and getting it stuck to his glove.

He wasn’t satisfied just to tease the monster anymore. Eric was salivating for it the moment he walked up on the scene of the teenage boy flashing his cute little asshole as his monstrously wide cock was digging out Triton’s cunt. Eric’s asshole twitched at the thought of bouncing on that boy’s bone, even if he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to manage all of those thick, greasy inches. His cock leaked. His nuts churned. The urge to cruise was strong in him. He would have whipped his cock out right there if they weren’t due to be seen in the city. People were raising their heads just at the mention of the Prince traveling through. He steeled himself, sniffing the tip of his gloved finger discretely but with force. There was going to be plenty of time to get himself a piece of the boy.

Sora was nervous. They were out on the open road meandering down the road. Anyone could be standing in the grass and see them. The only protection he had from being exposed to the world was the green cloak across their laps. He realized that Eric probably gave it to him with this very moment in mind. The boy rested his head back, exhaling as Eric’s dexterous fingers unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper.

His big, heavy cock was already bulging out of his tight briefs obscenely. Eric cupped it through the fabric again before peeling down the thin layer of cotton and tucking it under the kid’s heavy jizz tanks. Even with his eyes on the road, he could tell from the feeling of pulling the kid’s cock out of his pants alone that he was horse-hung. It tented the cloak so much that they had to readjust it. Didn’t need a hidden flag pole calling attention between Sora’s legs. The man bit his lip at the prospect of the boy having a bigger dick than him. A much bigger dick.

As soon as he gave Sora’s cock the first real stroke through his glove, the boy’s head went back and he let out a wanton moan. Eric’s fist was a professional at handling dicks, curving around the base and giving it a good tug as he pulled his hand forward nice and slow.

“Is everything okay?” Triton asked through the window.

“Y-Yeah,” Sora replied, biting his lip as his jaw dropped. Eric’s hand was so skilled. He formed a ring around the head of the boy’s cock and used a drop of precum dripping down from his foreskin to grease up the boy’s shaft. He was still slick from fucking Triton. His cock was sticky to the touch. “No worries.”

“Are you sure? You sound ill,” the King continued.

Eric chuckled. “He’s alright. Just getting used to riding up front with me.” He slowly slid the ring of his fingers down to the bushy base of the boy’s cock. “Fuck,” he whispered. He kept his hand firm on the reigns as he stole a peek at the boy. Sora was still trying to keep himself together, but the upturning of his eyebrows gave him away. The poor kid’s cock way too big for his own good. He was lucky a guy like Eric came along. He separated the boy and his King so he could have Sora all to himself. They still had a good forty minutes to town. That was time the man had to play with his big smelly dick to his heart’s content.

He pumped the boy’s greasy cock with his gentle fist. Sora hissed as he felt the man’s fingers form a hole for his cock to slide into. It was like a curse at this point. As soon as he found his big dick in a tight hole, his erection was bid to life like a snake charmer playing their flute. Sora’s fat cock reached its full twelve inches under the persistent handjob of the Prince who did not seem like he took no for an answer. The teen bucked his hips like a dog in heat, fucking Eric’s leather glove. He stifled another moan as the Prince tightened his grip and jerked him off a little faster. Up and down on Sora’s huge, juicy dick.

He gripped the base of the boy’s cock. Sora’s cock was heavy. He had the perfect slab of meat between his legs. It was so enormous, sweat and slime spread between the fingers of his gloves as he gave the boy a tight squeezed and pulled another slutty little moan out of the eager young top. “E-Eric…” Sora whined.

“Shh,” the man shushed him. “Or we’ll be caught.” He kept his eyes on the road, making sure the stallions were on route. They passed through a small crossroads where an old man was standing with a stack of papers. As they got closer, the old guy waved at them and held out a colorful pamphlet.

“Festival news, travelers?” he said with a miserly grin. “Half-price for the first night”

Eric smiled with his teeth. He had a beautiful, perfect shiny smile. He pumped Sora’s cock faster, fist traveling up and down in short, shallow bursts. The boy’s nostrils quivered. He looked like he was going to sneeze trying to hold back the urge to voice his sexual frustrations. Eric was fully pumping him now, stroking the middle of his big dick with a devilish curve in his wrist. “Thank you, sir,” Eric responded, flipping a gold coin to the old man as they passed by. He reached out his hand and took a paper from him, giving the guy a gracious wave as the old man realized he was paid ten times as much as he was charging.

Eric passed the leaflet to Sora, taking hold of the reigns again as they made their way nearer to the outskirts of the town. “Have a look,” he said, using the paper pamphlet to conceal the boy’s giant dick as he exposed it to the fresh, nighttime air. Immediately, the smell of Sora’s cock formed a musky smog in the front of the cart. He just hoped Triton wasn’t a big enough bitch to smell it.

The boy gulped. His tip was being teased by a curious index finger that was digging inside his foreskin. Eric twirled his finger around the head of Sora’s uncut cock as the boy struggled to read the names of the attractions. “B-Bobbing for apples…”

“I’ll bob on your apple,” Eric whispered with a wicked snicker, digging a thick wad of cheese out of Sora’s smelly cock head and wiping it on his own tongue. “Mmm,” the man moaned before going in for seconds.

“Unh,” Sora moaned quietly, feeling Eric’s grip tighten on him a little then going back to the foreskin fingering. “The thirty-yard ring toss--”

“Toss me on the bed and I’ll show you my ring.” He laughed. He was having fun tormenting the boy with innuendos as his fist pumped up and down on his fat cock. It felt wrong to get molested like this right next to Triton even though they only just slept together.

“Fuck,” the boy gasped. Eric was using the fountain of precum drooling out of his piss slit to lube up his greasy boner again, pumping it faster and faster like he was not going to stop until the boy painted the entire bench white with his sticky teen load.

“What else?” Eric asked, strong jaw contorted with a shit-eating grin. He was having a ball egging this young teenage boy on, controlling his massive sweaty cock just out of sight of the world as they traveled along the road. Not only that, but King Triton was only a couple of feet away completely unaware of it all. He had a place in Eric’s plan, though he didn’t know it yet.

“P-pony rides!” Sora said, voice cracking.

Eric laughed. “I’m gonna ride you like a pony, boy,” he murmured, kicking up the speed of his fist all of a sudden. Oh, god. The Prince was jerking his cock. He was pulling the load up out of Sora’s balls. There was nothing the kid could do to stop him. His legs went straight out, resting on the bar of the carriage below them as his nuts pulled up tight and pumped a hot load of salty jizz directly into the cloak of the crown prince. It sprayed everywhere, covering the green tarp like a jizz rag as he contained his heavy breathing as much as possible.

His fist stroked him from the base up, emptying his ballsack like a tube of toothpaste. The man took great pleasure in emptying Sora’s nuts in the most humiliating way possible. He had him whimpering and moaning under his breath as he tried not to let King Triton know that Eric was draining every last drop of semen had had left to give. Little did he know, his poor balls were far from out of the woods.

The Prince left him in messy puddle as he withdrew his hand. He admired the bright sheen of semen and sweat on his glove, wiping it off on his cloak as he straightened his back. All replaceable, of course. He never really liked the color green, anyway. Sora had a couple of minutes to put his cock away and pull himself together. Hopefully he was able to get over the powerful smell of his own sperm that was now all over the cloak.

They were just a few minutes from the wall. They passed a small encampment outside the town where a traveling circus troupe was rehearsing in an open field just off the road. A group of clowns waved at them as they drove by. Sora’s head was still swimming from the aggressive cock milking he just received. By both of these boy-eaters!

The verdant green town of Villa was bursting with party-goers. The streets were lit up by golden-orange lanterns. Some were on wooden posts while others were being carried around by groups of people. The city was built around a massive lake just off the coast. Towering cathedrals split the cobblestone city streets in dozens of directions, tight alleyways connecting the knotwork of roads that led from one row of stores to another neighborhood of apartments.

As their cart arrived in the central market, Prince Eric pulled the carriage into a large stable off the main road. Sora jumped off the front and went around to the side door where he opened it wide. “King-- I mean! Mister Triton,” he said. “We’re here!”

The man stepped out of the carriage and walked out of the stable to join Sora on the sidewalk. The first thing he noticed was the air itself. It was like the very oxygen was infused with a spicy, salty flavor. A young woman with charcoal stains on her hands was grilling beef skewers on the side of the street over an open flame. People stopped and waited in line just to get themselves food off the street! It was unimaginable to the King.

“What do you want to do first?” Eric asked, approaching them from behind. He walked with a confident stride, black boots clacking across the laid stone and a forward sway in his hips.

“What is that lovely music?” Triton asked, his ear entranced by the spritely melody traipsing down the street. They followed the crowd of people past a stall where a married couple was selling paper tags with fortunes written on them. Instead of getting your own fortune, you wrote the name of someone on your slip who you wanted to gift your fortune to. It was a festival about sharing wishes, not granting them for yourself. Your prayers for good fortune were tied to a giant row of wind chimes. The colorful slips of paper blew in the breeze as people stood around tying them up.

“I wanna get one!” Sora asked, running up to get in line. As they approached the crowd, the people turned in shock. They jumped out of their way as the Prince walked up to the fortune stall.

“Three please,” Eric said, sliding three silver coins up onto the raised counter.

“Prince Eric!” the middle-aged man behind the counter said. “Please! Take them for free!”

“Nonsense,” Eric replied. I’m happy to be a patron.”

They took turns reading their fortunes. Sora was worried. He was feeling guilty for leaving without inviting his friends. The only thing that would make this moment better was if everyone was there to share it with him. As he opened the little slip of paper, he read the fortune aloud. “Lead with your heart and friends will follow!” he announced.

“That’s a good one,” Eric said. “Looks like I have a handsome stranger in my future!” He laughed. “Must be a mistake.”

Triton fumbled with his fortune, peeling the tiny paper open with his big fingers. “Beauty is only skin deep!” he said. He looked around in confusion, waiting for someone to explain. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with human idioms.”

Sora giggled. “Get it? Deep? Like the watery deep!”

Triton dropped his shoulders as the boy laughed. His amusement was so sweet, so innocent. Part of him felt guilty for what he did with Ariel’s friend, but he had a genuine admiration for Sora. The boy was so young and so small, and yet he had an iron will. He charted his own path and was not afraid of the consequences. He faced Ursula when their entire kingdom was in shambles. “I should apologize for earlier,” Triton said. “I was acting cowardly. I was afraid of the legacy of the sea witch.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sora said. “Everyone gets scared sometimes.”

“Hey guys?” Eric said. “Still want to find out about that music?

They tied their fortunes to the wind chimes right next to each other. Sora gave his wish to his friends, Eric gave his wish to Sora, and Triton dedicated his to all the creatures of the sea.

The group continued down the main street, passing jesters and mimes and portrait artists pulling people off the road and offering their crafts and services. They entered the small forested park built around a large pond full of fish with an oak bridge going over it. The wooden railings of the bridge were decorated with flowers, leaves, and painting done by local street artists. Next to the pond was a group of musicians strumming the lyre, banging the tambourine, and dancing with the people as they played the accordion.

A huge crowd of people amassed in the park to watch the performance. Kids were sitting on their parents’ shoulders to get a better view of the live act. Torches burned orange and red as night fell over the town. Glittering fairy lights were strung over the stone walls covered in ivy, lighting up the entire city like magic.

The lead singer was a young guy who looked not much older than Sora. He had spiky blonde hair and dark eyeliner under his eyes. Just before he started singing for the crowd, he spotted the Prince and his friends making their way into the park.

“I see we have a special guest in the crowd!” the lead singer announced. The audience followed his eye-line until the trio was singled out as Eric and his entourage.

All the eyes in the park were on them. Eric had no choice but to turn on the charm, smile at the ladies and acknowledge the gentlemen with respect. He smiled for the boys, too, though that was his little secret. “I wouldn’t want to upstage you,” Eric responded as the band started their opening number.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t!” the singer replied, holding out his hand. Eric took hold of Sora by the wrist, and he grabbed onto Triton by his. The three of them were pulled up onto the wooden box stage. Instantly, they were overwhelmed by the lights of the stage and the music blaring all around them. Sora didn’t know the words or the song, but felt the music flowing through his body from the vibrations through the floor. Even if you didn’t know the words, you could still dance along.

Triton looked awkard. He never had so many humans staring at him all at once. “It’s okay!” Sora said. “They’re looking at the Prince!”

He was right! Everyone was fixated on Eric. He seemed to know the song, because he was sliding and stepping at all the right moments with the crowd. Sora looked silly shaking his hips and windmilling his arms about. And yet, he looked like he was having more fun than anyone out there.

The joy was infectious. Triton took the boy by the hands and lifted him straight into the air just as the beat was really picking up for the final chorus. Sora whooped and hollered as he flew through the air on his hands, waving at the crowd as people were locking elbows and dancing around and around together. He never expected to see the world from sitting on Triton’s shoulder, but that didn’t stop him from waving at the crowd as he sang along with the song he was learning as he went. It was the most fun he had in a long time.

By the time they were going into the second song, it was getting hard to tell the difference between the band and the crowd. There were no spectators and performers, only instruments and dancers. People in the park were playing their own instruments, picking up right in time with each other to play the county favorites. They were having so much fun dancing and getting sweaty, they didn’t even notice Eric excusing himself until he returned with pewter tankards full of berry-colored juice covered in foam.

“What’s this?” Sora asked as they were handed their mugs.

“Strawberry mead,” Eric said. “Just fizzy enough to get you feeling good.”

Triton sniffed the beer before taking a swig. He tasted the acrid flavor on his tongue. “That’s not bad!” he said, taking another drink.

Sora sniffed it again. It smelled kind of sour. He took a sip and made a weird face. Then, the sweet aftertaste hit the back of his tongue. “Oh!” he said, taking another drink. “That’s tasty!” The more he drank, the more silly he was starting to feel. He knew about alcohol, but he wasn’t sure of how the different drinks stacked up against each other. All he knew was that the bit of alcohol in this fruity beer was making the music sound a little better and his body feel a little more fluid.

The boys took a walk through the town. Everywhere they went, someone was singing or dancing or putting on a show. The festival was a massive tourist event and the royals supported it through their sponsorship. The summer wind was cool rushing from the sea and being filtered into the hot city air.

They followed a babbling brook leading down a long road of stone stairs that descended all the way along the side of the park. It was getting late. As the three of them walked out of the main business district, the nightlife got significantly more adult. Sora recognized the red light district from his trip to Agrabah. This town was significantly less massive, but the underbelly always looked the same. Red and violet lights and sidewalks covered in the haze of people selling drugs and buying worse.

Prostitutes standing on the corner smoked cigarettes and blew the smoke into the air openly. The Prince was holding his head a little lower, keeping an inconspicuous profile as they walked past one love hotel after another. They arrived at a bar with one little red lantern hanging from the front awning. Triton had to crouch to step through the door as he followed them inside.

It was a bit of a squeeze at first, then the room opened up into a large tavern. The lights were low. Extremely low. It was almost pitch dark in certain parts of the room. Some tables were secluded with their own tapestries around them, others were out in the open. It was the first place where everyone in the room didn’t immediately look at them. Everyone just minded their own business here, Sora noticed. That, or Eric was a regular around this place.

He walked up to the bar. A guy in his thirties with a curly handlebar mustache approached them holding a fistful of dirty glasses. “Hi, Eric baby,” he said to the Prince, blowing him a kiss as he placed the glasses in the industrial sink under the counter and doused them in scalding hot water. “Always good to see you.”

“Hi, Davis,” Eric said with a grin. “Keeping busy?”

“Not as busy as when you’re around,” the bartender said. “Who are these lovely gentlemen?”

Triton introduced himself as such. “Hi, daddy,” Davis said with a wink. “And you’re…?” As Sora stepped into the light, the man’s eyes narrowed into mischievous slits. “Eric, you naughty boy! He’s a bit young for you.”

Sora frowned, cheeks flushed. “Hey! I’m not young! I’m fourteen!”

The two men guffawed with laughter, slapping the counter as they struggled to catch their breath. “You should see the hog on this one,” Eric murmured to his friend. He held his hands nice and far apart.

Davis’s eyebrows went up. He whistled, impressed. “Let me know if you need any help with that hog.”

The Prince chuckled. “Got a room for me?”

The bartender nodded. “Of course. I’ll send our best bottle up.” They parted. Eric led the boys through the narrow path between the tables. As they passed by, Sora noticed the tavern was full almost exclusively of men! Not only that, most of the men were drinking but they were not talking. Some guys were kissing while others were going even farther. As Eric led them up the stairs, the first floor of the tavern became almost entirely invisible to them. The ability to see across the room was nonexistent in this low lighting coupled with the fog from all the dry ice buckets containing chilled wine.

They passed room after room until they arrived at the Emperor Suite: the most luxurious accommodation at the Silver Tongue. A large central living room consisted of a pair of red and gold-embossed sofas on either side of the glass coffee table. A silver bucket full of ice and champagne was brought moments later and left by a young shirtless barback with curly red hair and huge muscles. Paintings of deceased royals decorated the walls. Eric had no problem rattling off their names and accolades as he showed them around his regular haunt. To Sora, it was magical.

For all the castles he spent time in, this was the first time he really felt connected to the nobility. Eric was handsome and charismatic, cracking jokes as they sat around the table and got comfortable. His handsome, rugged jaw set as he listened intently to the boy describing his wild adventures from world to world. The Prince kept the drinks flowing, ensuring their cups were never empty. All three were talking and laughing as the darkness outside the window was illuminated with people sending off floating paper lanterns. A sea of orange filled the starry evening sky above them as their festival day wound down in a quiet, cloistered enclave. No one was coming to bother them now. The privilege of making a gay cruising lounge his stomping grounds was that no stuffy royal emissaries were ever going to find the Prince and ruin his plans to get dick.

Eric was sitting next to Sora. There was plenty of room on the long sofa for them both, but for some odd reason their knees were practically touching. The King was on the couch across from them, cheeks flushed red from all the drinking. It seemed the alcohol was especially effective on him. The older man looked especially bothered as he tried to focus on the conversation the boys were making.

“Are you from around here, Sora?” Eric asked. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you in my kingdom before.”

“Naw,” the boy replied. “You mean you know the faces of all your subjects?”

The Prince smirked, a practiced maneuver. “Of course not. But I’d recognize that handsome face anywhere.”

Triton fidgeted in his seat. He was horny. There was no other way to say it. While Sora was already tipsy, flushed and flirty, the old man was experiencing something entirely different. Mermaids and alcohol didn’t exactly mix, as Eric learned the first time he let Ariel sip his wine. It wasn’t just more effective. It seemed to kick all of their senses up to eleven. Suddenly, his shirt felt like it was suffocating him. He wanted to take it off, but he was horrendously afraid of admitting how horny he was. Sweat pooled between his tits and ran down in a slick stripe over his abs and his cunt was throbbing. It was hard to even listen to them, if only to understand that the man was flirting extremely hard and Sora was walking right into it at every opportunity. Their conversation was dull and vapid, but what did a crown prince and a kid from another world really have to talk about?

Sex. But, simply talking about sex was inappropriate for a royal. Both of them were sitting in front of the object of their desire as the tender fabric of pretense was slowly being sheared apart by the scissors of alcohol and masculine pheromones. They were constantly moving closer, swirling around like vultures as Eric rubbed his thigh right up against Sora’s. They were on the other side of the coffee table but it felt like they were a world apart. He should have been sitting between them, but it felt like the Prince was orchestrating all of this on purpose. He was putting on a show and perhaps he knew that Triton was a captive audience, wetness spreading between his thighs and dripping down his leg now.

Eric was more relaxed than ever, elbow perched on the back of the sofa. He had the boy in the crook of his arm and was talking down to him in the smugly certain way only a trueblooded royal could. “I couldn’t help but notice the two of you enjoying yourselves on the royal beach,” he said with a husky drawl.

The boy’s face turned beet red. He had never been much of a prude, but just remembering how Eric walked up on them with his ass in the air pounding pussy was enough to make him wish he was able to just disappear. “S-Sorry,” Sora stammered, just now realizing how absolutely drunk he was. What started as one fruity tankard of wine turned into him feeling especially foggy and vulnerable. “I didn’t know… It was your beach.”

The man leaned in. He put a single gloved hand on the boy’s cheek and turned Sora’s head to face him. “Everything in this land in mine,” Eric murmured before pressing their lips together. He stole a look at Triton, corners of his mouth in an icy grin as he put his big hand on the young boy’s chest and dug his tongue into his mouth possessively. He was enjoying taking the boy in front of him, and Triton was clearly enjoying being cucked. His wife’s father laid back on the couch and spread his legs, chucking off his wooden sandals and digging his thick fingers into the fabric over his wet cunt. The Prince seemed to approve of his father-in-law masturbating himself to their passionate kissing, but Sora wasn’t aware of it at all.

His train of thinking was stuck on how good Eric’s lips tasted. The sweet and biting taste of strawberry wine and his tongue was like a slippery slug. It filled his mouth so aggressively and swirled around with a motive and a mission. He felt that strong hand on his slim chest and realized how safe he felt in Prince Eric’s hands. The thought of defying him now was impossible. He felt sorry for his friend, but it was clear that this tavern was a place for men to indulge themselves in the privacy of one another’s company. No doubt, they would leave this place in the morning and act as thought none of this ever happened. For Sora: it was his one opportunity to have sex with a prince and a king at the same time.

“Can Triton join us?” Sora asked in between having his lips devoured.

Eric sucked his teeth, pulling the hot air out of Sora’s mouth. “I have to admit I’m jealous,” he said in a sultry whisper. “I’m begging to think you like men with cunts better.”

The boy sputtered to refute the claim. “No! I like guys like me, too…” he protested.

“Want to see the royal ass up close?” Eric asked, running the tip of his tongue along the boy’s ear.

Sora gulped. He nodded, feeling a tensing sensation in his pants. Eric must have been reading his mind, because he ran his gloved hand over the growing bulge in the boy’s shorts and marveled at its glory. He watched in agony as his bulge was cupped by the man’s firm grip. He kept kissing along Sora’s neckline and muttering soft praises. “So big. You stud.”

Enough playing games. The Prince stood and began the arduous process of undressing himself. He pinched the metal clasps fixing his cloak to the back of his leather raiment before slipping his gloves off and pulling at his cuff links with the fastidiousness of a royal cocksucker. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head, revealing a hairy swimmers’ body with more definition than usual. While he was more lithe than Triton’s hulking muscle, he was covered in dark brown hair that spanned his juicy, round pecs and went all the way down his abs and up into the depths of his toned armpits. He laid his shirt on the back of the couch as he gave both of them the opportunity to drink in his fine male physique. The thick pelt of body hair gave him a rugged look unexpected of a crown prince.

Satisfied with his own pomp and circumstance, Eric turned around and gave the boy a good view of his ass in his expensive leatherskin pants. They were sheared to the utmost fineness by his court leatherworker, clinging to the bulge of his ass and emphasizing that thick, deep ridge where it spilled over his thighs. He did not have the enormous bodybuilder dad ass that King Triton boasted, but it was large and juicy in his own right. It almost looked fake, but that was the bounty of a prince who spent all his time practicing equestrian in the enchanted forest. His glutes were sculpted by full days of riding training, interspersed with muscle workouts that kept him in fighting form. Should the need ever arise, Eric was even adept with a sword. He had the thick, muscular butt of an active guy but with the unreal shape of a pair of full-sized globes of the Earth seeming to rise and fall with the man’s heartbeat. It was speeding up as he unbuckled the silver medallion holding his pants together and pulled the metal zipper down.

He peeled his pants and underwear down his hips at once. Eric bent over, massive ass pushing itself right into Sora’s personal space and causing the kid to lay all the way back on the couch just to accommodate those huge, hairy mounds entering his space. Eric’s ass was pale as snow and covered in a dense forest of pitch black hair. It was hypnotizing. He watched those cheeks bounce and jiggle as he slowly worked his pants down his thighs one slow inch at a time. Every time he pushed them down lower, he wagged his hips to the opposite side. It kept Sora’s eyes on him like a haunted portrait.

The Prince kicked off his pants and did away with his socks. He was perfectly confident standing there in the middle of the chateaux completely naked. His tits were fat and his muscles were ripped and hairy. He was perfect, so why would he feel nervous? Not only that, he had the father of his girlfriend fingering himself through his pants and the old man’s little boyfriend pinned behind him making googly-eyes at his ass. It was the perfect type of conquering fit for the working of a royal. He was hornier than ever in that moment, and his cock reflected that.

Standing out of a curly black bush was over eight inches of thick man cock. It was nothing compared to what the teen was carrying, but for a grown man it was more than respectable. He was hung, to put it lightly. His heavy balls hung low in their shared sack, thick and juicy and weighed down with bubbling cum. It had been ages since he fucked his wife and he was looking forward to some real sex with other men.

Triton was ravenous. He peeled the thin fabric of his shirt down over his breasts, letting the enormous melons escape the stuffy material and finally breathe in the open air. His dark pink nipples were hard and sore, twitching in the as he tweaked them both at the same time. He made eye contact with Eric, feeling both ashamed that he was lying prostrate in front of the man like this and guilty for breaking his daughter’s trust in more ways than one. But, at the same time his cunt was throbbing. His tits were aching. He wanted to fuck Sora more. He was open to fucking Eric as well. His cock was nice and thick. His daughter had good taste. He wondered if she was carrying his child yet as he pondered the idea of bouncing on that big, hairy erection.

From Sora’s perspective, his view of the room was disappearing as Eric’s big, hairy ass was coming further into the front of his face. Those black hairs were slicked down with a dense infusion of sweat, curving them into swirls and spirals around the bubbly cheeks of his ass. There was an intense smell as well. Masculine odor rich and fermented in his underwear throughout the day. Sora dug his nose in between the top of those hairy cheeks and took a deep breath.

Eric chuckled. “Bit sweaty after all that drinking and dancing,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind.”

The boy gripped his fat cheeks and spread them apart. Prince Eric’s ass was more supple than it looked. It was like a piece of jelly behind the softest, hairiest skin. He pressed his nose against the skin just above Eric’s asshole and took a deep breath, feeling his cock throb. The smell of a man made it impossible for his cock to stop raging against the inside of his pants. He wanted it so bad, but the man was toying with him and teasing him. Sora was no virgin, but he felt woefully unprepared to deal with a guy like this.

“Oh,” Eric groaned. “Right there, sweetheart.” His hand went to the back of Sora’s head, encouraging the boy to dig deeper in his furry crack. His nose vanished in that thick bramble of black fur between the Prince’s hairy cheeks, nostrils pressed against pink hole as he felt the man’s big balls grinding against his chin. He realized in that moment just how much he loved cock. He loved hairy men and he loved mens’ cocks just as much as he loved eating out a deep and gushing vagina. Sora sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around the prince’s thighs and dug his slimy pink tongue into his asshole.

“Fuuuuck,” Eric groaned, overdoing it for the viewing pleasure of King Triton. The older man’s clothes were now in a heap before him and his massive tree-trunk legs were spread wide showing off his smooth cunt. He was frustrated at the Prince for getting eaten out by Sora’s eager tongue. He knew that hungry mouth well. Right now the boy was doing circles inside of him. It felt like heaven, as evidenced by Eric’s eyes going back and his voice echoing through the room. He bit his lip as he ground his big, hairy ass back onto Sora’s face until he firmly lodged the boy’s nose inside. The kid lapped hungrily at his furry taint, tongue dragging his balls aggressively as he used his nose to dig out the Prince’s hole. His rimjob was primal and unfocused, yet intensely practiced. He shuddered to imagine how many men this boy made his bitch.

He drank in the sight of the King grabbing his breast with one hand and digging his middle finger into his pussy up to the base of his knuckles. Triton looked so helpless, drunk and horny while his boyfriend was getting his nose used as a dildo by another man just across the room. He bit his lip as he ground his furry crack up and down Sora’s face, making sure to smear his hairy ass sweat across his cheeks and marking the boy as his little top. Little in stature of course, that hog between his legs was going to hurt like a bitch. Still, Eric twerked and popped his fatty cheeks in the kid’s face just thinking about that log of cock meat going into his asshole and making him cum hands-free.

He indulged in the feeling of Sora sniffing inside his asshole, ground his slimy taint against the boy’s tongue and enjoyed the rich throbbing feeling in his big cock as he rode the boy’s face. The kid was hungry for hole. The bulge in his pants was flexing obscenely as that giant pole snaked down his thigh. He was going to ride that beast, but first he wanted to savor sating his sexual appetite by playing with the young boy. He rode Sora’s nose up and down, itching the depths of his hairy hole. It felt divine.

He turned around, pulling the boy’s face out of his swampy crack and delighting in the daze he was in. Curly ass hairs stuck to Sora’s cheeks as he grappled with loosing his new favorite toy. However, his senses returned when the Prince showed him his fat, hairy cock. “How’s your head?” he asked.

Sora cocked it. “Fine, I guess. I didn’t drink tooo much.” He hiccuped.

Eric laughed with his head back. “No, silly. How are you at giving head?” His fingers caressed the boy’s jawline, thumb swabbing across his lower lip as he pulled it open gently.

“Ohhh,” Sora said. “I’ve never sucked a dick before.”

The man’s eyebrows went up. He looked back at Triton, who now had his feet in the air as he dug into his exposed pussy lips and dripped all over the couch. “Why don’t you come teach your boyfriend to suck my cock, King Bitch?”

Triton responded like a dog, getting on all fours and crawling across the carpet with his muscular ass in the air. He had been waiting this whole time for an invitation and this was as good as any no matter how crude. The king swayed his hips back and forth, massive tits knocking together as he approached the boys on all fours and waited patiently as Sora stared down the Prince’s fat cock.

Eric put his hand on the back of the old man’s head, pulling him against his hips so that he had the front-row seat to him taking the boy’s mouth virginity. His cock looked massive from this angle, stuck out of a dense bush of curly black pubes and hanging lower at the end out of sheer weight and heaviness. The uncut tip was only inches away from Sora’s lips, who was now eyeing the cock so intently it nearly made them go crossed. His first dick. He licked the inside of his mouth. It was a big one, too. Not as big as his, but big. Thick. Juicy. Smelly.

He looked up at Eric. The Prince looked handsome as ever, flashing a hairy pit as he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it away from his sweaty forehead. He could smell the man’s rich masculine pheromones from here. Triton had to admit, men with cocks had a different kind of power from men with pussies. Both were alike in dignity. And yet, that long tube of cock meat was just so alluring. The King reached out his tongue to touch the base of his shaft before a strong hand in his hair lightly pulled him back.

“Ah ah,” Eric said. “I said teach.”

Triton swallowed the lump in his throat. It felt so dry. He wanted Eric’s cheating cock so bad, but the youthful Sora was looking to him with expectant, big blue eyes waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat before putting on a brave face for the boy. “It’s okay, Sora,” Triton said. “Just take your time. Explore his cock.”

The boy reached out and wrapped his hand around the base of Eric’s penis. It was so greasy and shiny with a thick film of sweat from balls to foreskin. His pubes were coarse and fluffy at the same time, welcoming his small hand into their nest and prickling along his fingers as they tightened and held the man’s cock upright. He leaned in and took a whiff off the head, noticing the distinct smells of musk and a little dried piss fusing together to form Eric’s natural cock stink. He stuck out his tongue and had his first lick of another man’s cock.

Woah.

The first time a boy smelled a man’s cock was the moment it was imprinted on his mind forever. Sora immediately wondered why he waited so long to suck cock, but he wasn’t waiting anymore. He lavished the end of the Prince’s cock with kitten licks while Triton watched intently. “Hold his balls, boy,” Triton said.

Oh, right. He almost forgot he was supposed to be giving a blowjob and not just falling in love with Eric’s cock. He looked up. The Prince was just watching him with a peaceful look, letting the boy take his time and get to know his new best friend. He didn’t seem intense about it at all. Perhaps it was just a game he was playing with Triton. Their dynamic was fiery and sexy at the same time. The King looked on with jealousy in his eyes. Jealousy for that big hairy cock that Sora was being allowed to suck but he wasn’t. His desire was constantly in flux between wanting to bounce on both of their cocks. He was right to be called King Bitch because that was exactly what he was: a bitch desperate to ride both of these big cocks.

Triton sat down on the end of the couch, pushing Sora toward the middle. Then, he lifted the boy and sat him squarely between his legs so that his head went down into his cleavage when he sat back. The boy hummed at the pleasant feeling of those big breasts around his ears. He reached up to play with them, but the King took him by the wrists and brought his hands back to Eric’s cock. One hand cupping the nuts and the other bracing the base of the cock. A cocksucker’s ten-and-two if you will. “Good boy,” Triton said, looking down at him as his beard vanished behind his young head. Sora looked up with curious, youthful eyes. The praise made him feel good. It wasn’t fair that everyone was naked while he sill wore his clothes. However, before he could voice his cock’s concern, Triton was taking him with big hands on either side of his head and pointing him at the Prince’s penis. Now was not the time to get sidetracked by the big-titted himbo you were using as a sofa. It was time to suck his first cock for real. “Start with the tip,” Triton said.

Sora opened his mouth. The head of Eric’s cock was covered in loose foreskin. That rich smell flooded his senses as it came to rest on his tongue. His lips wrapped around that big hairy dick as he took the time to savor the taste of it. Eric’s cock wasn’t perfumed at all. It was rich with the musk of a working man. Sora sighed with that big dick in his mouth.

“Don’t just hold it in your mouth,” Triton guided him, gently running his fingertips down the boy’s neck and into the neckline of his shirt. “Peel it with your tongue. Clean it for him.”

Eric cleared his throat. “It may be a bit dirty. I didn’t have time to wash up.”

He wasn’t sure what it meant to peel, but he did notice that he was able to lightly pull back the skin by tightening his grip on the base a little. His tongue glided into the narrow space between the glans and its cover and rich, acrid smegma hit his tongue. This time, Eric was the one who moaned as he felt the kid picking his cheese with the gentle tongue of a fourteen-year-old mouth virgin. “Oh, that’s nice,” the Prince said with his head back and his eyes closed. His voice was hoarse, weak like he hadn’t had a good blowjob in a long time. Those small but sure hands holding his nuts and scratching around in his bush were just delightful. Far better than any of the cheap lays in this neighborhood. Sora was lucky he was from out of town. The boys wouldn’t leave him alone if they heard what he was doing to Eric’s penis.

Sora hummed and moaned around the head of Eric’s dick, making it his mission to swab his tongue back and forth over the end of his dick until it was sparkling clean. The cock had a strong musky flavor to it, sometimes even a little overwhelming. The dried stuff he kept eating off the rim and under the frenulum tasted a little like precum and a little like pee, but more salty than anything. He liked it. He slobbered on the tip of Eric’s cock, long lashes fluttering over teen cheeks. He turned his head as his tongue wrapped around it, peeling back the foreskin until that pronounced arrowhead shape was clearly defined in his mouth.

He stared down at that big dick in his mouth. It felt like a lot, but most of Eric’s cock was still outside. It throbbed as he polished the end of it, beads of sweat running down his stomach and into his bush where they slid down his shaft and around his pendulous sack.

Triton stroked his hair as he nursed on the musky tip of the Prince’s dick. He was like a doting father figure, stroking Sora’s neck and whispering into his ear about what a good job he was doing. He felt the man’s big hands going around the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He detached from that hairy penis for only a second to get it off of him, smooth tanned pits exposed as his silver necklace jingled about. Now free from that awful shirt, it was possible for the older man to give his sensitive nipples a squeeze.

“Mmm,” Sora moaned around the dick in his mouth. He pressed his head forward like guys did to him, but he found himself getting caught as the back of his throat felt like a giant log was slapping against it. Eric’s cock didn’t look so huge, but the inside of his throat was begging to disagree. He wasn’t sure if he could take nearly as much of a cock as these two sluts, so he settled himself on bobbing just on the top half of it. That was more than enough to make the man moan.

“You’re an excellent cocksucker, Sora,” Eric said, putting his hand on top of the boy’s hair. “How’s your first blowjob?”

“Tastes good,” Sora murmured, lips pulling off as he held that big dick by the root and admired it. Eric held him by the back of the head so that his chin raised up. The boy held out his tongue instinctively as the Prince slapped his greasy man dick all over that pink teen boy tongue, satisfied to see the kid serving him like one of his subjects.

“Tell you what,” Eric said. “Let’s move this to the bed. Any ideas, Sora?”

“Me?” the boy asked, still holding Eric’s big cock and kissing on his spongy pink tip. He was so focused on the thick cock in his face that he almost forgot. He closed his eyes and slurped on the Prince’s big man dick some more while he thought about it. Eric shuddered as the kid raked his tongue back and forth over the head of his penis, twisting and spiraling into all his folds. He popped Eric’s big dick out of his mouth and spit on it, pumping his saliva down the length of his penis. “I want to see you guys fuck!”

“Well, that was unexpected,” Eric said. He finally gave the King some attention, looking him straight in the eye as he said, “What do you say King Bitch? Want to ride your son-in-law’s big dick?”

Sora looked over his shoulder at him. Triton gulped. He was aching to be involved all this time and now he finally was. He looked down at Eric’s juicy, shining cock. The dick that was breeding his daughter whenever they were together. The dick that was cheating on his daughter over and over again. Triton ran his hand along the side of Eric’s shaft, fingers interlocking with Sora’s as they reached the base. “Okay,” he said, relenting to the desire continuing to burn in his groin. “Let’s go to bed.”

The Emperor Suite had a king-sized bed fit not just for one royal man, but his entire contingency. Sora laid in the middle of the bed with Triton on his right and Eric on his left, the three of them stripped of their clothing. He was intrigued to see the men full undressed now that he had so much to compare male bodies to. Triton was perfectly smooth like Hercules, with even bigger breasts. Eric had a more toned build, less mass overall but still looking strong and muscular. He was covered in hair across his chest, under his pits, all down his thighs and legs and especially over his giant ass.

But, their biggest difference of course was that Eric had a nicely hung male penis, whereas Triton had a soft and supple, but mature, male vagina. Both options tantalized him. Sora’s near-foot of cock was cresting over ten and soon eleven inches as the two hungry men ran their hands over his skinny teenage chest and pressed hungry kisses over his jaw and neck, sometimes sucking too long and leaving a dark mark. He didn’t mind being branded. Sora enjoyed being their hung boy toy. He was currently the crown jewel of the male royals. He wished he could stay there forever.

Their hands found his cock at roughly the same time. He was worried the two of them would continue their rivalry, but it seemed that Triton and Eric were coming to a tenacious partnership over the massive cock of this young boy. Triton’s older hands cupped the boy’s hairy, dark nuts and stroked them downward. Eric’s dexterous fingers dug and twirled into the depths of the boy’s bush, marveling at how developed he was. Some guys were twice Sora’s age and didn’t have half the bush he did, much less the cock. The kid wasn’t just hung. He was hairy, despite being smooth everywhere else. He pinched those greasy teenage pubic hairs between his fingers and gave them a soft rubbing.

“You’re lucky you’re so dreamy,” Eric whispered in the boy’s ear, licking the back of it and softly closing his lips around it.

Triton was the first one to get up and lay down in front of them. The wait was killing him. His embarrassment over being seen by Eric was all but nonexistent at this point. The King’s long, white hair flowed down his back as he spread his knees and tucked his feet under his cheeks, cunt lips framed by his big toes as his big, smooth ass spread wide for the boy. He arched his back and pushed himself up on his knuckles, giving his hips a soft sway left and right.

Sora’s cock responded immediately. Eric gripped the boy by the base of his massive teen dick as he all but drooled over the sight of King Triton enticing him to come closer. “You want to see me fuck him?” Eric whispered in his ear. Sora nodded gingerly. He was eager to get his dick in both of them, but right now nothing sounded better than seeing the two adult sluts hungry for his dick fucking like animals, especially with this terrible rivalry they had going on. Sora didn’t understand it at all.

Some guys had preferences when it came to the genitalia of their partner. That was all fine, but he was a true top. He liked the variety of sometimes bedding men with vaginas and other times seeking those without. It didn’t make him any less of a gay man to say so, and he rejected the idea that he needed to choose between them.

He watched as Eric crawled on his fists like a monkey to join Triton in giving the boy a show. Sora pushed himself back into a halo of a dozen red and purple pillows embossed in gold. He put his hands behind his head, exposing his smooth armpits and just letting his big dick bounce and throb against his stomach. He was so horny that anything might make him cum and he definitely wanted his large teen sack to be full to the brim for this. Watching his boys get along just for him was giving him a special kind of pleasure and pride not unlike a rancher taking his livestock to be judged against one another. He was proud to see Eric flip the older man onto his back and mount him, knees pushing his legs up so that he could squat down on top of the King in a mating press. From this angle, Sora was able to see right through the window formed by Eric’s body on top of Triton’s. The Prince’s handsome jaw came down and his mouth opened, tongue reaching out and meeting the King’s as he parted his lips and engaged his son-in-law in a wet, passionate make-out session.

Sora watched through half-lidded eyes made hazy by the influence of alcohol. He gasped as he watched the two of them wiggle their tongues around like little slugs against each other, lapping up each others’ saliva and sucking back and forth. Eric planted his arms down on the bed, forcing Triton to put his up over his head. The King’s royal cunt spit precum all over the place, connecting juicy webs of clear goo to the Prince’s hairy thighs as his big dick hung straight down between his legs. It split the lips of Triton’s pussy and pointed right down at his twitching pink asshole.

Eric was in no hurry to breed the bitch, however. The point of all of this was Sora. He wrapped his hands around the outside of Triton’s tits and gave them a good feel. They were many magnitudes larger than his new wife’s. So much more heavy and enticing. Those dark pink areolas extended as to betray Triton’s violent horniness. It must have been torture to be a drunk mermaid, Eric thought. Betrayed by your own body at every turn. He brought his mouth down on the man’s massive breast and sucked it into his mouth, feeling the nipple and the skin around it filling the inside of his lips as he began to nurse. “Mmm,” Eric moaned.

“Hahh,” Triton sighed, tongue lolling out. “Please fuck me…”

Eric looked up at him with bright eyes and a mischievous smile. “Please what?” His tongue danced around the King’s breast in circles as he prodded him for the right answer.

“Please, Your Majesty…” Triton whined, biting his lip as he conceded the royal authority to the Prince of the humans. It was a horrendously blasphemous thing he was doing. To acknowledge another as king or even king-to-be was to throw his sovereignty into the trash. It was so forbidden it made his clit stand up straight against the young man’s cock.

“Please,” Eric said, nibbling on the man’s giant tit. “Son.”

Triton bucked his hips, riding the man’s long shaft and ready to do just about anything to get it inside him. “Please, son!” he begged. “Please fuck me, son! I don’t care if Ariel finds out!”

The Prince smiled, having finally gotten what he wanted out of the old banshee. He raised his furry ass up into the air, flexing his dick back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. He wanted to make sure Sora was watching this: how well he was behaving. He preferred to bottom, but he was a pleaser above all else. If the boy wanted them to fuck, well… He was going to fuck Triton completely stupid.

The shiny head of his uncut cock speared the old man’s mature pussy lips with a loud sloppy sound. “She’s not going to find out,” Eric assured him in a hushed whisper. “So, feel free to cum and scream on this cock.” Then, without warning, he let his dick just keep plunging into those hot, swampy depths. Normally, he would let his partner get used to having over eight inches of rock hard man dick stuffed up in their guts. However, he saw exactly how well Triton was taking the kid’s oversized donkey dick down on the beach that same day. He knew that he was ready to take it. He wasn’t fast nor brutal, but he didn’t relent either. Once his cock split the King’s cunt lips wide open, he kept plunging it in deep like the sword into the stone until his hairy nutsack was kissing his father-in-law’s royal asshole with its greasy ball hairs stamping a shiny splotch onto his skin.

“Fuuhhhh,” Triton whined, eyes closing as he focused on relaxing and letting the Prince into him. “So deep,” he admitted. Feeling Eric’s hairy upper body pressing down onto his wide chest was making him horny. It was clear that the Prince was doing his best to make sure Sora could see, but it was hard not to just drop his entire body weight onto the man all at once. It took a great deal of control to put on a good show, and Eric had the hard part of it for being on top. He was doing great, however, and the elevated nature of his lower body was making it so that he had excellent control over just how much cock he was feeding the king’s sloppy little pussy hole.

“Wow,” Sora said. He had one hand behind his head and the other around the base of his cock. He gathered up some of the sweat and precum off his dick and lathered it up the length of his penis, making a satisfying wet sound as his fist curled up around the head of his dick and his thumb swiped across the tip. He was so horny that he could smell the pheromones coming off of his own dick ten times over. Watching Eric and Triton’s assholes winking at him was making him fucking horny. He was going to get in on this, he just wasn’t sure where and when to start. He was enjoying watching the warring bottoms give him a break for a bit and just enjoy each other on his behalf. Eric’s dick was nice and big and looked good splitting Triton’s lips wide open as they went. The man’s pussy was painting a ring of solid white around his cock, smearing it down to his saggy nuts and then back up to his loose foreskin. Every pump of his dick made a loud slapping sound as his sack clapped the King’s hole, smearing it with precum from the both of them and getting it ripe for the taking.

However, Eric’s hole looked just as inviting if not more so. It was so hairy and masculine, so dark and furry. Sora got up on his knees and began to slowly pump his big dick as he watched the Prince’s ass twitching and bouncing as he fucked. The man soon straightened his legs to get a better angle, giving up on the idea of remaining open and just going for pure pussy pounding. He looked into the King’s eyes. Both of them wanted this, probably from the first time they met. There was an unshakable chemistry between men that often struck at the most unexpected hours. Though pussy was not really his thing, he couldn’t deny that his wife’s father had an exquisite one. It was so loose and mature. He didn’t have to worry about hurting the old man because it seemed that his bitch hole just couldn’t get enough of big dick. Even as he became more aggressive and feral, chomping on Triton’s big nips while he slam-fucked him with every inch of his dick, he was never asked to slow down or relax. He topped the way he bottomed, and he liked to be hollowed the fuck out. His greasy shaft and sweaty balls became a blur as he slapped them into the King’s front hole again and again, splashing Sora with their combined juices after every single stroke.

Triton met eyes with Sora as the boy was approaching. He gave the boy a wink, a secret gesture just for him as Eric was busy sucking on his tongue. He wrapped his massively muscular arms around the back of the young man’s head, wedging his skull between those huge pillowy breasts. Eric closed his hairy hands around the King’s royal tits and held them like dowsing rods as he felt his fat, hairy cock being pulled into the King’s cunt to the base.

Sora crept up behind them, twelve inches of teen cock in his hand and pumping lazily. “Can I get a some lube?” He noticed that Eric was a little busy being suffocated between fat old man tits to grant his request. His hairy man ass bounced and twerked in front of Sora as his big dick was pulled to the root inside of Triton’s gushing cunt lips. Instead, he looked to the King who gave him a nod of approval to just go for it. With that, he slid the blunt head of his big uncut cock into the man’s pussy alongside Prince Eric’s.

“Oooohhh,” Sora cooed, lips rounded as the wide and long head of his cock popped in right next to the root of Eric’s cock. It was definitely a tight squeeze, even for an old used-up vagina like this one. He wiped the sweat off his brow, sobering up just a little at the pure tightness of it all. He braced his hands on Eric’s outer thighs, holding himself steady as he fed inch after inch of his monster dick into that occupied pussy, making sure not to go too fast or hurt the King. When he looked up at Triton, the white-haired old slut was rolling his eyes back and tweaking his own nipples, so he must have enjoyed being filled so much by two younger boys. He was taking it well, though it wasn’t his first time. The only person here yet to take Sora’s big teenage dick was the Prince offering him up his hole so delicately.

So, that was Triton’s plan.

Eric was sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. Triton was keeping him busy with his cavernously deep and sweaty cleavage and was holding his cock inside him as far as it would go. If his cock was too big for the young man, well that was just going to be too bad. It was a bit dark, but there was no turning back now. The three of them were drunk and horny and tangled in the passions of man-on-man sex. If Eric couldn’t handle his big dick, well he was going to.

Sora sawed his fat hog in and out of Triton’s pussy lips until he was sufficiently coated in the constant drip of white precum that seemed to dispense on the tap from King Triton. He was truly an always-wet bottom bitch. Eric’s penis felt hot against his own shaft, and the man’s pubic hair was tickling his hips as he managed to get his dick all the way in there. He felt the Prince’s cock relenting to his own, moving out of the way to make room for the real breeder in the room. Sora had the biggest cock possible for a fourteen-year-old without looking inhumane. Sure it was a knee-knocking hung human dick, but not supernaturally or garishly so. His body was receptive to the changes it experienced on Mt. Olympus. It wanted to be hung, with a natural endowment that probably would have capped out around nine-and-a-half. He was a true top among tops, and his age did nothing to control that. The boy sighed as he felt his heavy, dangling nuts sliding against the smooth skin of Triton’s ass.

So warm. His dick was dripping, practically sweating from how hot it was in there next to the Prince. Their cocks throbbed in unison, hips gyrating gently as they enjoyed being buried together in that hungry old man cunt. “Oouuugh!” Triton moaned, throwing his head all the way back. “I-I’m gonna-” An explosion of hot cum around the boys’ cocks finished the sentence for him.

The boy sighed. He never got tired of watching a man’s cunt spraying him with hot, snotty cum. The blast was immensely powerful, shooting his bush and dripping hot man cum all the way down to his nuts. Eric’s cock was properly soaked as well, hot droplets of sticky cream dripping down his thighs and onto the bed. His nuts reared up and got tight as the old man peppered them with jet after jet. However, he held his load. This was not his first rodeo. It was going to be his first time riding an entire twelve inches of cock, though.

Sora laid his soaking wet cock down between Eric’s cheeks. He gathered up some of the white goo dripping down Triton’s taint and smeared it over the Prince’s hairy hole as well. Eric’s head perked up at the sudden sensations on his asshole, though he should have expected it. He looked like such a slut waving that toned muscle ass around in the air while he pounded the King. He wanted Sora’s dick from the moment he met him, and now he was going to get it whether he was ready for it or not. He may have never properly seen the whole thing, but he was going to know it intimately by the time the boy was done with him.

He gave Eric’s hole a good fingering. The Prince opened up for him like this was his usual routine, stealing handsome boys off the side of the road and fucking them senseless in a cruising bar. However, he wasn’t ready for the big dick he was about to take up his ass raw. He tried to lift his head, but Triton held his arms around the back of his neck so that all he could do was lift his eyes which were now wide with panic. “Shhh,” Triton assured him. “It’s okay, son. Just relax.”

Eric yelped as he felt the head of Sora’s giant cock digging around in the opening of his asshole. It was met with immediate resistance, unsure of just how wide it was going to have to open to accommodate the teen’s girthy penis. He put one hand on the hairy small of the Prince’s back and the other on his big ass cheek, squeezing it a little as the first few inches of his dick sank inside.

“Nnngh!” Eric groaned, voice muffled by Triton’s tits. It felt like he was sitting on a baseball bat. The kid’s cock was fucking fat. And was it getting thicker with every inch? He was suffering from the psychosis of being a bottom taking a dick that was way too fucking big. Sora let out high-pitched, boyish moans as his monster cock was sucked in by Eric’s big hairy ass a little bit at a time, pausing to give the man a chance to get used to it and open up for him. It was more consideration than the man gave for King Triton.

“Daddyyy,” Eric whimpered into his father-in-law’s tits. Whether he was begging for Triton to release him or calling the fourteen-year-old in his ass his daddy was unclear. One thing was for sure, his cock was harder than it had ever been in a long time. Sora’s massively large cock may have been giving him major cock shock, but it was also scratching his size queen itch just right. On top of that, he was now back to being the sole hairy cock buried deep in Triton’s pussy, and he felt every little muscle contraction as the older man’s lips began sucking his cock again. The muscle control was phenomenal. The King was sucking his cock with his pussy lips like they were a mouth, choking and gagging with a series of sloppy burbling sounds as it devoured Eric’s big dick.

Triton was tweaking his own giant tits, holding them around Eric’s ears like earmuffs. The young man was practically delirious, tongue wagging back and forth in the King’s royal, sweaty cleavage as his asshole was being cunted by a kid who wasn’t even old enough to drive. Sora had a fiery look in his eyes. He wasn’t that timid kid who got coaxed into plowing a demigod last year. He was grown, and not just in his cock size. He was practice. He destroyed a prestigious general of the imperial army, a master thief and his mentor both, the champion of the jungle and a child of the gods himself. His dick was a man of its own, and the deliberate and aggressive way he was pushing his big dick over halfway into Eric’s asshole said it all for him.

The boy flipped his silver crown necklace around so it was backwards. The chain clung to his neck tightly. He bit his lip, focusing intently on the big, hairy man ass that he was splitting open with his giant cock. Eric’s pale ass looked so beautiful swallowing his dark, tanned cock. It looked so lewd coming out of the body of a sweet kid and going into the sloppy asshole of a man several times his age. Eric tried to wrest himself free, but to go back was to sink his poor little asshole down onto the boy’s monster cock, and forward only took him deeper into the kiss of Triton’s hungering cervix. It was the definition of biting off more than you could chew.

“Don’t be shy, son,” Triton said, rubbing the young man’s back. He was soaked in sweat, body panicked as the kid’s big dick was hollowing him out. Sora was taking the liberty of fucking him with three-quarters of it, which was more cock than Eric had altogether. He tried to take a deep breath, but it never went deep enough. Sora’s cock was taking up too much space in his stomach. Was it bulging? It felt like it was.

The King was being so matronly toward him. He stroked Eric’s back as the man shuddered and cried. Sora was being aggressive, giving him only a minute or two to adjust to how much cock he was taking before he added more. The kid wanted to see his big dick buried to the greasy brown pubes inside the Prince’s asshole, and Triton didn’t blame him. Eric’s ass was like gelatin, jiggling and bouncing around the boy’s big dick so well. Even when the Prince was afraid to keep fucking because he didn’t want to take any more of the kid’s dick up his ass, Triton rolled his hips in a gentle but firm rhythm. He whimpered and sighed as his big dick was milked by his father-in-law’s wet and gushy pussy. The sounds of cunt lips sucking cock shaft was so loud it penetrated the walls.

“Ohh, Your Majesty!” Eric cried out. Triton guided the weak prince’s lips to his large breast, encouraging him to nurse. It was the ancient tool of soothing a crying boy: a breast in his mouth could solve anything. The old man fucked his pussy up to the root of Eric’s cock, shooting another thick load of musky man cum right against the Prince’s quivering sack.

“Cum,” Triton murmured as he planed kisses on the top of Eric’s head, continuing to rape his big dick even as his pussy was gushing from another orgasm. “Cum. Cum. Cum.” Slosh! Splash! Squirt!

Sora was lost in his own world, oblivious to how hard Triton was working to keep the Prince in place for him. His son-in-law was finicky, quick to jump when he was nervous. The kid never could have subdued the equestrian professional long enough to stuff twelve inches of monster teen dick up his ass all on his own, but with his slutty muscle daddy things were different. Triton hadn’t felt so good from a boy so young in a very long time. He had a paternal feeling for Sora as much as he had the maternal instinct to milk his darling Eric. The three of them huffed and puffed, breathing heavy in their drunken reverie as their sweat-soaked bodies slapped each other. Their groins were a clash of Sora’s big dick smashing its heavy ballsack against both the older men, Eric’s big dick only making it an inch out of the sloppy old cunt beneath him before it was swallowed back up, and Triton’s juicy pussy lips spitting up cum on them both.

Sora was getting tired. He laid down across Eric’s back and joined the man in sucking on Triton’s giant breasts while he continued to buck his hips straight down into Prince Eric’s hairy asshole. The King looked down with pride, panting like a dog as he watched his two boys breastfeeding from his wide, dark pink areolas. Sora kneaded the skin around his pec tenderly while Eric sucked with desperation before dropping off to a weak nibble before returning to full force sucking. He never knew how much pleasure he was able to get from having his cunt gaped and his tits sucked at the same time. He came again, only this time weaker and without much fanfare. Waves of pleasure suddenly ran from his clit to his taint as he sprayed thin, watery jets of cum out around the base of Eric’s cock.

“Cummm,” Eric whined with a mouthful of his father-in-law’s chest. “Cum, cum, cummm,” he cried as his hairy egg-sized nuts rose up in their sack and became pumping long, steamy logs of musky semen into the old man’s gasping front hole.

Sora picked up the pace, slapping his fat sack against Eric’s own balls as he felt the restraints coming off inside of him. Thick, frothy ropes of white smeared down the length of his big dick as he clapped it flush against Eric’s ass again and again. His pounding was the loudest of all, half his cock appearing then vanishing again so fast it was making the Prince feel faint. He wanted to cum so bad. He needed to feel the kiss of another man while he finally got his nut. He pressed his lips against Triton’s tongue and sucked the long, drool-covered appendage into his mouth. From the corner of his vision, he saw Eric leaning in to join them. Sora moved his head to the side to make way for the third male tongue to waggle weakly toward them. Prince Eric was doing a great job taking his cock, he thought to himself.

The boy kneaded his fingers into Triton’s long, white hair. The heat from their bodies combined with how sloppy and nasty he was frothing up Eric’s hole was making it hard to hold onto his cum. A few warning shots of hot jizz dribbled out of his dick before the real torrent started. Sloppy slaps turned into sloshy strokes as his load exploded out of Eric’s ass and made an absolute mess of the bed. It ran in thick white streams down the side of the Prince’s balls and down the length of his cock, where it formed a slick seal around the lips of Triton’s pussy.

The three of them moved in unison as Sora finally deposited the load he was holding all day. He closed his eyes. It wasn’t clear if he was kissing Eric or Triton. In reality, both men were taking turns french kissing the hung teen as he dropped his chin on the Prince’s shoulder and gyrated his hips back and forth, left and right.

Triton pushed the hair out of Sora’s eyes, wiping the sweat from his brow with loving motions. “Good boy,” he assured him.

“Oh, fuck,” Eric said with an exasperated sigh. “That was amazing. I cannot wait to take a bath.”

“What do you mean?” Sora said. He grabbed Eric by the back of the hair as he slowly slid his cock backwards only to drive it back in. “We’re just getting started!”

Eric bit his lip nervously. He tried to push himself up off the sweaty old man still fucking his dick, but stopped as he felt Triton’s hands on the back of his neck. “You’re not going anywhere until you breed your King again,” the King proclaimed. He fucked his hips up against the Prince’s cock. His own damned cock betrayed him, being stroked back to life by the massive teen dick up his ass and the hungry old cunt beneath him.

Eric whimpered softly, sounding more like a puppy than Sora had when he was gagging on the man’s big dick. The boy drew his entire cock back inch by inch, admiring the thick white webs of slime formed when his young jizz combined with old man cum and was further refined by the ass sweat of a sloppy royal bottom. The result was the perfect goo that felt like snail slime all down the length of his penis, even smeared into his ballsack and his thick bush.

He watched as Triton held prolonged eye contact with his daughter’s husband. His pussy looked so hypnotic fucking up onto his dick like he was the one in control, and he absolutely was. For all his sharking and preying, Eric was reduced to nothing but a whimpering little whore when his father-in-law’s pussy was being put on him. He barely pounded at all anymore, allowing his hairy hole and bushy cock be used as nothing but a tool and instrument of pleasure. He didn’t mind. It was what he was after all along.

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• Part 5 of The Sora Series