The sun hadn't even crested the mountains when Eli stirred, groggy and aching. He tried to move- and gasped.
The knot was still inside him.
The thick, swollen base was locked deep in his sore, stretched hole, pulsing faintly with the King's steady heartbeat. Heat radiated from where their bodies were joined, sweat and cum drying into the rich furs beneath them. His belly felt tight, still full. His thighs trembled with the effort of any shift.
"Still warm," came a low rumble above him.
King Theron's chest pressed against his back, arm draped heavily across his middle like a chain. He was already awake golden eyes watching him closely hungrily. His nose nudged behind Eli's ear, dragging in the scent of dried sex and sweat.
"I stayed hard all night," the King murmured. "Didn't move an inch. Wanted you to feel it. To remember what you took."'
Eli whimpered, face flushed, body heavy and limp.
"You look good bred," Theron whispered licking the shell of his ear. "Stretched. Open. Used."
And then, a slow grind.
Eli cried out. The knot had softened slightly during sleep, but it swelled again, stiffening inside him. Theron thrust- just once- and the thick knot jerked, locking tighter, making Eli moan through clenched teeth.
"You're still tight," the king growled. "Still greedy.
"Please.." Eli breathed, unsure what he was begging for. Mercy? More?
Theron pulled out just an inch- and shoved it back in.
"Not done with you."
He gripped Eli's hips, lifted him slightly and began to rut. Slow, punishing strokes dragging his knot in and out just enough to torture. Slick wet sounds filled the room, mingling with Eli's whines as more cum leaked from the night before.
"I'm going to make you walk out there today," the king growled, leaning down to bite the back of his shoulder. "Barefoot. Nothing on. My seed dripping down your legs.
Eli shook his head weakly, but his body betrayed him- pressing back into the thrusts, shivering when Theron bit again.
"They'll see," Theron continued. "They'll smell me in you. Know who you belong to. My sweet, stretched pet."
He flipped Eli over suddenly, lifting his legs and bending him in half. The knot plunged deeper. Eli screamed, back arching off the bed.
"You'll learn to love this," Theron growled rutting him harder now. "To crave the knot. To beg for it."
Eli's hands scrambled at the furs, helpless under the weight of the king's savage thrusts. Cum splattered from the force, his belly bulging again as another load poured inside. He was shaking, crying, moaning his king's name without even realizing it.
"You're going to walk," Theron said again voice deeper now, more guttural. "Dripping, sore, bruised."
He leaned in close, forehead to Eli's, eyes burning.
"And then you're going to kneel at my throne and ask for more."
The knot popped again- shoving deep- and Eli's scream echoed through the chamber, his own release spraying between them untouched.
By the time the King finally pulled out, cum gushed from his ruined hole, pooling under him.
He couldn't move.
Theron just smiled.
"Get cleaned up," he growled, slapping his thigh. "I want you leaking by breakfast."
The throne hall was full of heat, musk, and breathless tension.
Eli stood at the edge, trembling, held upright by two massive guards- bare werewolves, their bronze skin slick with oil and their ceremonial silk cloths slung low over their hips, doing nothing to hide their semi-hard cocks swaying between their thighs. The thick scent of rut hung heavy in the air. Eyes glowed gold. Chests rose and fell with slow, controlled hunger.
The only human in the room was completely naked- except for the collar around his throat and the carved obsidian plug shoved deep inside him, keeping in the King's thick seed from the night before. His thighs were streaked, already dripping with what escaped around the edges.
The court was gathered- all naked except for that thin drape of silk. No armor, no robes. Just flesh, fangs, and power. Some silk was pale white, worn by fresk warriors. Others wore deep crimson or silver, denoting territory, bloodlines, pack dominance.
But only one wolf wore black and gold.
King Theron.
He sat on his throne with his long legs spread wide, his massive cock half-hard under the loose black silk slung around his waist, the fabric clinging like an afterthought to his sharp hips. His eyes burned gold. His tongue wet his lips as Eli was dragged forward, step by step, down the length of the room.
No one spoke.
But they all watched.
Each time Eli stepped, the thick plug inside him shifted, sending slick wet drips down his thighs. The walk felt endless. Every pulse of pressure between his cheeks made him moan softly, bite his lip, flush deeper. The silence was unbearable- just the sound of his steps echoing, the sticky trails behind him, and the low, quiet huffs of breath from the gathered werewolves.
When he finally reached the base of the throne, the King stood.
A hush swept the court.
Theron's silk cloth clung to nothing as he moved- his bare, muscular chest rising like a
beast at the edge of a fight. His cock hung heavy, already twitching with anticipation. When he descended those steps, everyone bowed their heads- not out of submission, but reverence.
He grabbed Eli's jaw with one hand and tipped his face upward.
"Look at what belongs to me," the King said, voice deep and clear. "Bred. Stretched. Marked."
He turned Eli around, bent him over one of the stone steps, and- without warning- yanked the plug out with a wet pop.
A wave of thick, hot seed spilled from Eli's stretched hole, leaking freely down his thighs. He cried out at the sudden release knees buckling as he gripped the stone for balance.
A low growl rippled through the crowd. Some of the younger wolves adjusted their cloths as they stirred beneath them.
Theron licked his fingers, tasting the slick dripping from Eli's rim.
"He holds my knot well," he said, loud enough for all to hear. "And he'll take it again- here. In front of all of you."
And then the King dropped his own cloth.
It fell silently to the floor.
Gasps. A few huffs. And even a low groan from a warrior on the left.
Theron was massive.
His cock stood heavy and veined, still slick from the night before, the knot already swelling at its base. He sat on his throne, spread his legs, and pulled Eli onto his lap.
"No," Eli whimpered. "They're watching-"
"Let them," Theron growled. "They're watching a King claim his mate."
With one brutal push, he shoved Eli down. The wet head spread him instantly, and the court gasped again as inch after inch slid into his used, still-quivering hole.
Eli screamed- his hands clutching the King's shoulders as his rim stretched wide to take the knot again. His belly bulged slightly, full already.
Theron let him ride- up, down, grinding with slow rolls of his hips while everyone watched. His hands guided Eli's hips strong and unforgiving, squeezing bruises into pale skin.
"You see this?" he snarled to his court. "This is loyalty. This is peace. This is mine."
Then- pop.
The knot forced its way inside with a slick filthy sound.
Eli sobbed, arms collapsing around the king's neck as he twitched from overstimulation. He was plugged again. Locked. Bred.
Theron moaned low in his throat and began thrusting shallow, just enough to grind the knot inside him. His cock throbbed. Cum gushed.
And around them? The wolves watched. Some breathless. Some openly hard under their Silks. None spoke.
Eli shivered and moaned, helpless, leaking, full.
Theron leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Tomorrow, you'll kneel in chains. And they'll watch again."